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•If The World Was Ending•

This one shot is based off of the song If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michales. Sorry about no italics, when i copied it over they didn’t change and I can’t go and change all of them.

I was distracted

And in traffic

I didn't feel it

When the earthquake happened

Edward Kaspbrak, risk analyst, fellow New Yorker, was stuck in the one thing he hated most, traffic. The air conditioner in his car was on high, the mid-June air was hot and humid. As much as he craved to open the windows and get some fresh air, he knew how prone he was to road rage, especially during traffic, and wasn’t in the mood to hear his victim’s response. He just wanted to curse them out in peace.

“What the fuck is going on? MOVE ASSHAT!” He shouted at the car in front of him that just randomly halted. He watched in confusion as the driver, a teenage girl, stepped out of her car and looked around. Then he noticed a couple other drivers doing the same. Traffic had completely stopped around him, it created a weird vibe, New York became quieter for a moment and it was very unnerving.

Eddie considered it for a moment, everyone’s stopped so you’re not gonna get hit by a car, he thought before he followed suit and got out of his car.

“What the hell is going on?” He asked the closest person to him, which was the teenage girl. She had short wavy brown hair and wore a jean vest and matching shorts.

“You didn’t feel it?” Her voice is filled with concern as she raises an eyebrow.

“Feel what?”.

“The earthquake,” She says.

But it really got me thinkin'

Were you out drinkin'?

Were you in the living room

Chillin' watchin' television?

The news sent a wave of worries through Eddie’s body, he raked his hand through his hair. His gaze went slightly blurry as he tried to examine his surroundings, seeing if anything had collapsed or if people were screaming.

The teen must’ve noticed his change in emotion as she continued with, “It wasn’t major or anything. The news guy said everything is fine. But you know New Yorkers, they overreact and all” She smiled nervously at him, worried that she’d used the wrong words.

There’d been a policeman a couple of cars down and she advised everyone to get back into their cars and wait for the traffic to pick up again. So Eddie got back into his car. It took awhile for the traffic to pick up again but it did.

His knuckles turned white, gripping the steering wheel as his mind began to race with the thought of what his wife, Myra, must be thinking right now.“She’s probably throwing a fit right now cause I’m not home” he sighed as he glanced at his phone on its stand. He noticed that it wasn’t able to connect to wifi or data. The lines must be down or something…. Shit. Eddie realized, knowing that would only make things worse.

“Ah fuck me”, he sighed in frustriation. Only then did Eddie reluctantly release one of his hands from the steering wheel to pinch the bridge or his nose.

Eds, at least buy me dinner first, a voice popped into Eddie’s head, but it wasn’t his. Oh no, he’d never refer to himself as that terrible nickname. Only one person ever called him that nowadays... Richie.

I wonder what the ‘famous comedian’ Richie Trashmouth Tozier is doing. Eddie smirked at the idea. He wondered if Richie was blackout drunk, high as a bird, or jerking it in his room. That’s something Eddie had been doing a lot of lately, especially when times were tough back at his apartment with Myra. (not jerking off, thinking or Richie)

His mind would wonder about his childhood best friend, how he was doing, what his latest comedy sketch was about (since he started writing his own stuff after the IT incident), he also worried about Richie’s bad habits. Ever since he was a teen he had a bit of a smoking problem, cigarettes and weed, and some drinking. But Eddie knew it only grew worse with time. Richie explained how he had actually been pretty clean until Mike called him, then he relapsed. Eddie knew that after the fight, after Richie got stuck in the fucking deadlights, he had been suffering from night terrors, which prompted his insomnia, which made more time for him to drink and smoke.

It's been a year now

Think I've figured out how

How to let you go and let communication die out

Sadly he hasn’t talked to Richie in a year, since the incident, since he left the hospital. He lived without Richie for so long, it should’ve been easy to forget about him again. But now he had old memories that weren’t there before, ones of a childhood he forgot he lived through. It’s been a year now, and Eddie has finally pushed down all of the feelings for his childhood crush. He was letting Richie go, finally able to let the communication die out.

Eddie had been in the hospital for over a month and Richie was the only one who stayed, Bev had to go file a divorce, Ben had architect stuff to architect, Bill had a movie to finish and a wife to apologize to, Mike had a world to see, and Stan had a vacation to take with his wife. As much as they all wanted to stay, the only reason they didn’t was that they knew Eddie was safe in Richie’s care.

The day before Eddie officially woke up, he had been in and out of consciousness and he could hear bits and pieces of conversations, hell, sometimes he even saw flashes of the room around him. But there was one conversation that stuck out to him, the one he remembered the most.

Richie was by his side, the only one in the room, voice low. Although he couldn’t see Richie, he could tell that he’d been crying. Richie started out by talking about some of his favourite memories with him from their childhood, from before they left Derry. The hot days at the quarry, their cuddles in the hammock, the nights Richie had nightmares (yes he had them even as a kid so that makes these current nightmares so much worse, cause he had to handle them alone) and would sneak into Eddie’s room during the late hours of the night. Those were the nights that they’d talk until Richie’s mind was at ease, about nothing yet everything all at the same time. If Richie felt better he’d head home, but most nights they’d fall asleep in each other’s arms. Richie’s mind filled with worries about falling into the same nightmare again so Eddie would hold him close to make sure Richie felt safe as sleep took him away.

Then Richie continued to talk about how close he and Eddie had been, and how even when he moved away, and forgot, he always knew he’d been missing something. He explained how that night at the Jade of the Orient, he finally felt whole again. Eddie blacked out for a little bit afterwards, he still kicks himself for that, even though he had no control over it. But he came back just in time to hear the end of Richie’s speech.

“Eds… I know we argue, I call you out and annoy the ever-living shit out of you, but those are the conversations I live for. You know every joke I make is just me trying to get you to laugh, right? I knew how hard it was at home for you, so I always wanted to give you the chuckles that you never got at home” Richie stopped for a moment. He let out a little chuckle himself, “That last year we had together was the best year of my fucking life. Because it was you and me against the world. A-And the day you left… Eddie I kick myself every day for not saying it back. Because I love you, so fucking much” he took a moment to collect himself. “It’s funny to think that I never realized it sooner, all of the early mornings and late nights, scalding summer days and afternoons in the freezing winter. I loved you since the day you squished your small, cute, ass in that hammock with me. I’ve loved you since the day you skipped school to take care of me when I threw up. Fuck…. Eddie I’ve loved you since fifth grade when you gave me that stupid valentine card with the cat cause you knew I never got any. I never stopped loving you-” Eddie drifted off, unable to hear the rest of the confession. Though he couldn’t hear him, he did feel a hand lay over his, and his fingers laced together with another’s. Then he felt Richie plant an ever so soft kiss on his forehead.

I never told Richie that I’d overheard him, how could I? How could I just randomly admit to him that when we were cuddled up in that hammock, I felt more at home than I have in my entire life? How I suddenly felt safe when his arms wrapped around me. How my heart skipped a beat every time our skin accidentally touched. And how I secretly adored every damn stupid nickname you called me because they were something that only you and I shared. They were mine, and I was yours. How can I admit that that year, was a year I cherished until the day I forgot it, because of that fucking clown.

After all of his memories returned to him after the incident, Eddie recalled a day he swore he could never forget, the day before he left for college. He was going to some out of state college to escape his mother, who’s grip had only gotten worse over the years.

Richie and Eddie had started dating about a year prior. After years of silent pinning and pent up emotions, Richie finally burst and admitted his feelings for him. That year, their final year of highschool, was one for the history books. The two were inseparable, determined to spend every living second together before Eddie had to leave for college. And they did, for the most part.

Almost every night Richie would sneak into Eddie’s room and the two would kiss and make out, then snuggle the rest of the night away. At school they always found time for each other, in between classes, secretly meeting in the bathroom, even discreetly holding hands under their desks.

The one thing they never did was say ‘I Love you’. Both of them were subconsciously waiting until the time was right. Eddie thought the right time was the day he left for college.

“What am I going to do without my Chee? Who’s gonna give me stupid nicknames and crawl through my window now?” Eddie hugged Richie tightly.

“You’ll find someone, I know you will” Richie brushed the comment aside. It’s something he’d been doing for the past week or so. Whenever Eddie mentioned the future, him coming back for Christmas or Richie coming up to visit him, Richie always brushed it under the rug, never in the mood to talk about it. Eddie always assumed it was because he wanted to live in the moment and not worry about the future, but even then, he seemed distant.

A voice rang overhead, announcing that Eddie’s flight was now boarding.

Here goes nothing

He looked up at Richie, who’s eyes seemed sad and dark. “Richie, I want you to know that I will always love you” Eddie’s voice was quiet, almost vulnerable.

Richie pulled away and hesitated before saying “E-Eddie, I-I don’t know if I can do this whole long distance thing. You’re so, so good, and you deserve someone who can be there for you-”.

Eddie was taken aback, suddenly disgusted by how he thought Richie would ever love him back, “Rich, what are you talking about? Just last week you said you were okay with his”.

“Yeah? Well that was last week, and this is now. I just don’t wanna hold you back from meeting new- and better people when you’re away” Richie quickly hugged Eddie, not wanting to continue the conversation as he knew the tears it’d bring. “I’m sorry” He whispered as he gave Eddie one finally look, then left.

It was the day that changed everything for Eddie. The day he wished he could forget since it clouded his vision, kept him up at night, and distracted him from almost everything. One day he did forget it, but it all came back the day he saw Richie Tozier at the Jade of the Orient.

Neither of them had brought up the breakup, neither did any of the other Losers. They were all aware that it was a sensitive topic and opted to keep the mood light while reliving their childhood memories. The mood wasn't worried between Richie and Eddie, but it wasn't the same either. It was as if things had gone back to when they were just friends, the constant banter and bickering.

I know, you know, we know

You weren't down for forever and it's fine

I know, you know, we know

We weren't meant for each other and it's fine

After Eddie was released from the hospital, he had gotten on his first flight to New York and returned to Myra. He’d convinced himself that everything he heard during his coma was a dream. After so many years of internalized homophobia, it was hard to stop now.

He’d thanked Richie for everything and insisted he was okay. He made sure Richie would head back to LA and continue his job, but he also made him promise to start writing his own material. He told Richie it’d finally convince him to go to one of his shows. Sadly he still had yet to purchase a ticket or even watch his shows on Netflix. Now, every time he saw famous comedian Richie Tozier, he could only remember the boy he’d once give the world for, the boy who didn’t love him back.

But if the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

You'd come over and you'd stay the night

Would you love me for the hell of it?

The sky'd be falling and I'd hold you tight

And there wouldn't be a reason why

We would even have to say goodbye

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

Right?

Even though he forgot, Eddie always knew something was off. No matter who he was with, it never felt right. That’s because Richie Tozier had taken a piece of his heart the day he never said it back. Then the day Eddie left the hospital, he’d left an even bigger piece with the boy he still loved.

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

Right?

His phone beeped, indicating that he'd received a text.

Ben: Hey Eddie, just wanted to check in and make sure you're safe, heard about the earthquake. Bev says hi!

It was from Ben. Eddie noticed his phone was back on data, so that text was followed by a million texts and calls from Myra. He clicked on the contact and clicked the call button.

“Hey, Eddie!” Ben's voice sounded relieved, “How's a going, is everything okay?”.

“Hey, yeah… I'm okay” Eddie hesitated, “Just shaken” he breathed. If he were talking to anyone else he would've just said he was okay, but Ben was a Loser, and Losers never lied.

“Good I'm glad to he-” Ben was suddenly cut off by the sound of his wife's voice from beside him.

“Ask if he's heard from Richie!” Bev's voice got louder as she spoke, most likely approaching from another room.

“R-Richie? Why would I have heard from him?” Eddie tensed up, caught off guard.

He was met with the sounds of muffled talking and someone grabbing the phone, “Hey Eddie, sorry- I was just wondering cause well, Richie was in his New York apartment for the week and we texted him to see if he was okay but he didn’t answer-” Bev explained.

“Wait- Richie’s in New York? Really?” Eddie tried to hide the excitement in his voice but failed.

“Y-Yeah, didn’t he tell you?” She sounded confused.

The truth was, as much as Eddie wanted to, he never asked Richie for his number when they reunited. Neither did Richie.

Eddie spoke before he could think through his words, “What’s his address?”, even he was shocked at the question.

“Here, I’ll text it to you. Why- Eddie what are you scheming?” He could hear the smirk in her voice, as if she knew what he was going to do before he did it.

“Nothing, nothing… I just wanna check in on our resident trashmouth and make sure he hasen’t fucking OD’d on Capri Sun or some shit” Eddie scoffed as the two on the other end laughed.

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

Right?

After their call ended, Eddie opened google maps and typed in Richie’s address.

I tried to imagine

Your reaction

It didn't scare me when the earthquake happened

Famous comedian Richie Tozier was indeed drinking Capri Sun, though he hadn't reached the point of overdosing, he could tell his taste buds were in the midst of destruction, as he’d just finished his fourth Capri Sun. Which is about 3 more than he should’ve had.

Richie only noticed the ground shaking after it had happened. He knew that if you were inside during an earthquake you were supposed to get outside as soon as possible, but it was so quick, should I go? He thought before sitting up from his couch and shuffled towards the door.

He glanced out into the hallway of his apartment floor and noticed some of his neighbours doing the same. He gave them a nod before one of the managers came through the door that led to the stairs. He advised everyone to stay inside as it was only a minor earthquake and there was no reason to leave.

Instead of reclaiming the spot on his couch, Richie went and took a seat on his balcony. This is something that he’s been doing more as the weather got warmer. He had put a chair out there, so when he got comfortable he propped his feet up on the railing and took in the skyline.

He couldn’t help but think what his hypochondriac, asthmatic, piece of pasta, was up to right now.

That idiot is probably losing his shit over the earthquake.

Richie chuckled to himself as he recalled how he was always prepared for something like this. Even in his younger years, his fanny pack was always equipped with the supplies to handle anything, from scraped knees, to runny noses. It was one of the many things he loved about Eddie… Yes, love.

The thought prompted Richie to run his hand over his face. He then removed his glasses and pressed the palms of his hands onto his closed eyes. His eyes started to tear up as he re-lived an old memory he once forgot.

But it really got me thinkin'

That night we went drinkin'

Stumbled in the house

And didn't make it past the kitchen

They’d been dating for just over a month now. Things were still exciting, still new. Something neither of them had experienced before. To say that they tried to spend every moment together was an understatement. Because once their feelings were out in the open, they hadn't been able to get off of eachother. They were always touching in one way or another. Whether it was holding hands, Richie having his arm draped over Eddie or Eddie having his arm around Richie’s waist.

It was one of the rare occasions where Sonia Kaspbrak had left town for the weekend, out to go visit family, and she hadn't taken Eddie with her, like usual. So Richie and Eddie had the Kaspbrak residence all to themselves. Sure they spent the first half of the night drinking cheap beer with the other Losers at the Quarry, but after they got home they had their most memorable make out sessions to date.

They’d just entered the house and Richie had already picked up Eddie. Their kisses become more intense as the space between their bodies vanished. The smaller boy wrapped his arms around the taller's neck and his legs around his waist, hugging him like a koala. The curly haired teen had his hands positioned on the other’s ass, he gave it a little squeeze before he set him down on the kitchen counter.

Once Eddie’s butt had gone numb, Richie’s legs got tired, and both their lips grew raw, Eddie hopped off the counter and grabbed Richie’s hand. He pulled his smitten boyfriend up the stairs and to his room. That’s where they continued their heated make out session, except it wasn't ass intense. Their kisses were still passionate, but almost tired, it was late after all.

Richie pulled his shirt over his head, Eddie began kissing his neck, his chest, anywhere he could reach. Richie had snaked his right hand up Eddie’s shirt, so it pressed up against Eddie’s back, the touch sent shivers down Eddie’s spine.

“May I?” Richie requested, which was something he did a lot when they were in bed together. He always asked before he did things. Sure they were both inexperienced horny teens, but Richie always wanted to make sure that Eddie was comfortable with anything they did.

“Do it- Rich I’m all yours” Eddie said in between kisses. He felt Richie grabbed a handful of his shirt, that’s when he reluctantly sat up. Which allowed Richie to gracefully pull the shirt up and over Eddie’s head. Their chests were pressed together, skin on skin. It sent fireworks exploding in both of their chests.

The kisses soon grew lazy, and they both opted to lay in eachothers arms. Cuddled as close together as humanly possible. Their pants had come off, leaving the teens in their boxers. So their bare legs were tangled together as Eddie’s head laid against Richie’s chest, he hummed happily to the sound of Richie’s speedy heartbeat. Richie’s head sat comfortably on top of Eddie’s, one of his hands laced together with his boyfriend’s while the other was carefully brushing out Eddie’s soft brown curls.

Neither of them wanted to be anywhere else. If they could’ve lived in that moment forever, they would have.

Ah, it's been a year now

Think I've figured out how

How to think about you without it rippin' my heart out

Up until the day Richie’s memories were taken without his permission, about a year after he left Derry to try the whole ‘comedian’ thing, he had regretted not saying it back to Eddie. He doesn't know what came over him on the day the love of his life left. It was just something about not being able to see him everyday, not being able to hold his hand when he got nervous or climb through his window when he had a nightmare, that scared him. He worried that without that physical touch, he wouldn’t be able to hold onto the Eddie he once was. Practically convincing himself that once Eddie found someone he could actually be with, he’d dump Richie.

So the Trashmouth decided to end things before he could get his heart broken. Little did he know that his heart would still beat for Eddie Kaspbrak up until the day that that name held no meaning to him anymore.

When he saw Eddie again, after 27 years, it was as if nothing had changed. The subtle glances, the twist of his stomach when his hand brushed against Eddie’s, the way he couldn’t think about anything else, and the way his heart ached for a love that they once shared.

Richie, worried about messing things up again, he waited for Eddie to make the first move. Unsure if they were anything more than friends, Richie kept it that way, just friends. Eddie never did bring anything up. Not at the Jade of the Orient, not when he almost died, and not when he left the hospital. Sure it felt like he ripped Richie’s heart out of his chest, tore it in half, then shoved it back in, but he knew it was for the best. Afterall, Eddie had moved on, married a woman, and started a life without him. It killed him to see, but it wasn't his place to go and ruin what Eddie had worked so hard to build.

It’s been a year now. A year since he’s seen Eddie. A year of staring at his phone, threatening to click the call button and finally hear his voice again, a year of writing texts that’d never be sent, a year of going between LA and New York in hopes of randomly bumping into Eddie at some coffee shop. But it’s been a year, and Richie is finally able to think about Eddie without it feeling like his heart is being ripped out of his chest. It’s progress.

But if the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

A doorbell ripped Richie from the memory he was reliving. Suddenly aware of the tears on his cheeks and his shaking hands. Fuck, he mentally cursed. He checked his reflection in the camera of his phone. Who the hell is at my door at, he checked the time, 6:00 pm, what the fuck?. He gave his eyes one more wip before he reached for the doorknob, he didn’t care if the mailman saw him with red puffy eyes and wet cheeks, Bob had seen him in the worst conditions.

His heart momentarily stopped at the familiar sight of Eddie James Kaspbrak who stood in the hallway of his apartment building. Suddenly the phrase, A sight for sore eyes, became so clear to him, because his sore eyes suddenly became soft at the sight of the boy who once brought him so much joy.

“Eddie…” Richie breathed, his mind unable to properly phrase sentences.

“Richie, a-are you okay?” Eddie’s voice was laced with concern, worried that he’d just walked in on something.

Richie had done something he grew too comfortable with, “Me? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, never not fine, am I right?” He joked.

Eddie’s brow scrunched ever so slightly, unaware of what to do. “Right… Sorry to show up out of the blue. Just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay, you know with the whole earthquake and all” He changed his tone, to sound more comforting.

“Oh…” Something broke inside of Richie. Of course he was only here because of the fucking earthquake. It’s not like he has any other reason to come see the boy who fucking left him at the airport- “I’m A okay, thanks for checking in Eds” Richie assured with a wink. He made sure his voice sounded extra chipper, afraid that he’d somehow allow Eddie to see how close he was to breaking.

Eddie huffed, almost as if he was amused, “Don’t call me that” he shook his head jokingly. Of course there was more he wanted to say, 27 years of thoughts and emotions that’d went unsaid, but he kept it that way. “Well you seem to be doing fine, so I guess I’ll leave you be- see you around Trashmouth”.

The nickname sent memories flashing through both of their minds, the arguments they had at school when they threw that nickname at him, Beeping Richie whenever his motormouth wouldn’t slow down. Maybe under different circumstances, they would’ve shared a laugh. Talked about the good old days over a coffee on Richie’s balcony and maybe even open up the Pandora's box that was their relationship. Instead, Eddie gave Richie a small wave, and turned to make his way towards the elevator.

Eddie let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding it, suddenly tense with regret. There was so much more he wanted to say, but it was too late.

Richie closed the door and leaned his forehead against the cool wood. I can’t believe I fucked this up again. Just like always. Leave it up to good ol’ trashmouth to ruin the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.... Suddenly Eddie’s words rang out through his head, so loud and earth shattering it almost caused his eyes to tear up again. I Love You.

“I Love you too Eddie…” Richie said to himself. Then it dawned on him. “I love you” he repeated.

His hand reached out the door handle and he hastily opened the door to his apartment. He took a step out of his apartment and saw Eddie waiting for the elevator. Richie wasted no time, he was 27 years late after all.

“I love you” He shouted to the man down the hall from him.

Eddie’s eyes looked up to meet Richie’s, big and tear filled, with a sliver of hope inside of his iriss.

Richie talked as he ran to him. “I love you. Edward fucking Kaspbrak. And I’ve kicked myself every goodman day of my life for not saying it back to you because I, love you”. Now he was in front of Eddie, spilling his heart out, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I always knew I loved you, since the day you kissed my scraped knee in fourth grade. It just took me 27 fucking years to relaize I can’t live without you… My little piece of spaghetti'' The last line got a huff from Eddie.

“Really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you Rich?” He asked, but his voice held no anger, only pure and utter joy.

Richie disregarded the comment and continued, “I know you’re married and I am 27 years late, but fuck, I had to tell you before I fucking imploded. Because I love you.”

Eddie stood there for a moment, as if he was soon going to be woken up from this dream. Then he finally mustered the power to speak, “I love you too Richie”. Eddie couldn’t help himself, he’d been waiting 27 years. He took a couple steps, closing the distance between the two, he placed his hand on the back of Richie’s neck, pulled him down and kissed him.

Richie hesitated for a split second before returning the kiss. Then it was just like they were kids again, fireworks exploded through their bodies as their hearts began to beat together.

You'd come over and you'd stay the night

Would you love me for the hell of it?

All our fears would be irrelevant

“I love you” Richie couldn’t stop saying it, as if he was trying to make up for all the time he hadn't been saying it. He said it when they pulled away from their kiss, when he led Eddie back into his apartment, and plenty of times while they made out on Richie’s bed.

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

The sky'd be falling while I'd hold you tight

No, there wouldn't be a reason why

We would even have to say goodbye

It was midnight, only then did they begin to calm down off of the high they’d been riding. As if the years of crushing and pinning had built up, and finally they’d been able to get what they craved.

Richie laid on his back, with Eddie’s head resting on his chest, with one hand over Richie’s heart while the other was laced together with the other’s.

“I love you” he repeated again, meaning every word he said.

“I love you too” Eddie said. His heart beat in his chest, his entire heart. No missing or lost pieces, because he’d found Richie again, and all of the pieces were finally put back into place.

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

“I don’t care what happens now” Eddie said, he looked up to meet Richie’s gaze. “The marriage can be dealt with. Hell, I don’t even care where we end up, here, LA, anywhere, as long as I’m with you” For the first time in a long time, Eddie felt hope. He was excited for what the future held, because he wasn't alone anymore.

You'd come over, right?

You'd come over, you'd come over, you'd come over, right?

“We’ll make it work” Richie kissed Eddie’s forehead, “We always do”.

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

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firehunters · 3 years

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Rescue 5 Firehouse Chronicles

A building under construction had collapsed right in downtown Manhattan. The crane operator had fallen asleep and a pile of bricks and concrete had fallen right into the middle the building bringing it down. In an instant there was chaos. Construction people had been caught in the collapse. A parking garage nearby had enough of the building fall on top of it to also collapse. Hoards of people trapped beneath rubble, buried, barely alive or dead.

This mean that all hands were on deck, even Andrew’s unit had been called in to assist, there was so much happening. The police had already closed off the area and were working on redirecting nearly standstill traffic. Ambulances from various hospitals were working on getting victims who were there out of the area and into safety to be treated. The fire department had the task of shifting rubble in an effort to pull others out and find as many survivors as they could.

“I think there’s someone down here,” shouted Andrew. He pointed towards a gap in the rubble that led to what had previously been an underground parking garage but had since caved in on itself.

“We already checked there,” said Sean shaking his head. “We didn’t find anyone. Come on, we have to start—“

But Andrew didn’t pay any mind to what he had to do. He was so sure that he had heard someone, shouting for help. A large sledge hammer in hand, Andrew went ahead and crouched down, making his way through the tight opening and into a passage. He took several steps forward before it became too small for him to stand anymore and he was on his stomach, crawling forward now, his phone out as he used the light from it to help him look around.

He could see that, for now, the space he was in was stable. It wouldn’t cave in unless something else happened and so he moved forward. “Hello?” he shouted, waiting for a response. “Is anyone down here? I’m with the fire department. Hello?”

And he heard it. It was a strangled cry, a woman.

Andrew crawled as fast as he could, leaving the hammer behind and holding up the light until he came into a larger space. He might have been able to stand if he wanted, but there was no point. He could see the woman, lying on her back covered in dust from the concrete. Her leg was trapped underneath a huge slab, unable to move, pinned where she was.

The woman, upon realizing she was no longer alone, cried out.

Andrew moved next to her. “My name is Andrew Hunt, I’m with the fire department, what’s your name?” he asked as he held up the light so he could see her a bit better, but also so she could see him in turn.

“Cynthia Hammel,” she squeaked. Her voice was strained and slightly hoarse. She had likely been calling out for hours now, unable to catch anyone’s attention over the noise and commotion going on above. “What happened? It wasn’t an earthquake, was it?” She was crying as she spoke, tears streaming down her face, creating streaks in the dust that covered her.

“Building collapsed next to this parking garage,” said Andrew. He looked around trying to assess the situation.

“Can I use your phone? I need to call my husband,” she said.

“I don’t have service down here,” said Andrew. It was a lie. He needed to keep her in the moment. “We need to get you out of here. I need to go get some back up, okay? But I’ll be back.”

“Please don’t leave me,” she said. “I can’t— don’t go.”

“I’ll be back,” said Andrew again before he came back the way he came, crawling the entire way, only standing once he was back on the surface, looking around for Sean.

“I found a woman,” said Andrew to Sean in a hurry. “I need to get a doctor down there. She probably needs some kind of fluids. It’s probably been hours for her. We need to get some kind of hydraulic lift down there to get the building off her so we can free her—“

Sean was already calling out. “We need a medic,” he shouted. “I need a medic to follow my guy. He’s found someone but she’s stuck.” He looked back at Andrew. “You get the medic down there and then come back here so we can get some equipment.”

Andrew nodded and made to turn back, but was stopped. “You know we’re likely going to have to amputate her leg, right?” he asked. “We can try to lift it up but…”

Andrew ignored Sean. He signaled for the medic to follow him and led him back to where he had found the woman.

He watched as the medic hooked her up to some IV fluids, talking to her. He knew he was likely trying to assess her cognitive state, figure out where she was and what would be needed if and when they were able to free her.

“I’m gonna go get some of my guys,” Andrew said to the medic, however, the woman was quick to protest.

“No, please,” she said. “Stay with me.”

“Doctor can stay with you,” Andrew grunted.

“I want you,” she insisted.

“What’s your unit, I can—“ offered the medic but Andrew pulled out his phone, calling Sean.

“Did you see where I went?” he asked. “Have Dave and Bruce come down here with the equipment, alright?” He hung up.

“I thought you said your phone didn’t work,” the woman said.

“I lied,” answered Andrew. “Here, call whoever you want.” He passed her his phone and looked at the medic while she made her phone call.

“We’re probably going to have to amputate,” said the medic in a hushed tone to Andrew. “And I mean that even if we’re able to get her out of here, her leg is going to be subject to crush syndrome which can cause—“

Andrew held up his hand to stop him. “We’re here to do whatever we can to save her, right? Besides, you should know better than trying to amputate a woman’s leg in this environment where she can get sepsis anyway,” he muttered. “We may as well try and save the leg before we even consider amputation.”

“I know but—“

“No,” came a quiet voice that startled both men, causing them both to look at the woman between them. She was holding up her phone to Andrew. “I don’t want to have my leg amputated.”

“We won’t,” said Andrew firmly.

“You can’t promise—“

“We’re not going to amputate her leg,” said Andrew more forcefully as he glared at the medic. “Go up there and see where my guys are at. I don’t think she’s going to be going anywhere.”

The medic glared at Andrew and started to make his way back out.

“Are you married?” Cynthia asked now that the medic had left.

“Does it matter?” Andrew asked.

“No, but we’re going to be down here a while, so I thought I’d make some conversation.”

“I am. No kids,” he added as it was inevitably going to be her next question. It was always the next question when people made small talk.

“I have two of them,” she hiccuped. “A boy and a girl, they’re twins.”

“My brother and sister are twins,” nodded Andrew. “My sister is pregnant.”

Andrew watched as the woman started to shiver, but she kept on talking regardless. “I was supposed to pick them up. They were with their grandparents,” she went on. “But then this happened and I—“

“You’ll see them.”

“I hope so. I miss them so much.”

Andrew glanced at the hallway to see if he could see anyone coming through in the darkness, but the world around them lay still. Even the noise from above was muted.

“Your wife ever worry with you being a firefighter?” she asked.

“Every day,” nodded Andrew. “She’s threatened me if I ever do die, but seems counterintuitive as I’d be dead and immune to any threats.”

“She’d find you beyond the grave.” Cynthia let out a weak chuckle. “That’s how wives are. The husbands never worry about their wives but she’s always worrying about you. I would know.”

“Seems like maybe your husband should have worried about you all things considered,” said Andrew as he gestured to her predicament.

“He is now.”

A silence fell between them. Andrew looked back wondering when they’d come. He felt like it had already been ages and he was sure that it shouldn’t be taking that long, and then—

From the darkness emerged several people. First the medic was back. He had brought more equipment with him. Close behind him were Dave and Bruce, pulling a machine with them. It was compact and portable, exactly for these kinds of situations, but that meant it was less effective and Andrew couldn’t help but be worried that the machine might not be enough to lift tons of concrete off her.

“Get set up,” said Andrew to his coworkers. He looked back at Cynthia. “Alright, so what’s going to happen is we’re going to try and lift the concrete off you. It’s going to hurt, which seems like the opposite of what should happen but your leg will be numb after hours pinned like that. We’re going to have to try and pull you out.”

Cynthia nodded.

There was a rustle around them as Bruce and Dave found a place where they could set up the hydraulic lift underneath the concrete. They set it up right next to her leg, giving them the best change possible to try and lift the concrete just enough to allow them to pull her out.

Andrew moved so that he was behind Cynthia, able to hold her by her upper arms. He looked at Dave and Bruce. “Ready?” he asked.

Bruce nodded. “Ready,” he parroted back before he looked back and turned on the machine. There was a loud whirring and rumble as the concrete began to move.

“It’s working!” shouted Cynthia as small piece of stone began to fall from above with the sudden movement. Andrew watched as the machine began to raise the concrete and at the same time, began to pull at Cynthia. She yelled out in pain but Andrew kept pulling.

The machine stalled and the concrete stopped.

“Watch out! Watch out!” said Dave. Just as suddenly as things seemed to be working, the machine stopped and the concrete, although only having been raised a few millimeters felt back with a loud and booming thud. The entire area shook and for a moment everyone looked at each other with bated breath as it seemed that they might be in danger of having the foundation above collapsed on them all.

Nothing happened.

“We’re going to have to amputate,” said the medic. “There’s no other way. At this point, we can’t risk it any more.”

“No, please, no,” Cynthia cried as she looked at Andrew.

Yet, even as she begged and pleaded, Andrew knew that there was no other way. She was going to be dead by the time things had cleared up enough above to lift up the concrete with proper equipment. He took her hand. “We’re going to have to amputate,” he said in hushed tones. “But you’ll be taken to the hospital. They’ll fit you up with a prosthetic. Hell, you’ll probably be able to outrun us all by the time you get done with physical therapy.”

Cynthia had tears running down at her face, but there was something in her eyes that Andrew knew she had accepted.

“Prep her,” he said to the medic and he nodded, pulling everything he would need out of a bag, including a large saw that looking like an electric hacksaw.

“We can’t anesthetize you,” the medic told her. “Too dangerous.”

“How much will it hurt?”

“Like nothing you’ve ever felt before.” The medic went on to explain exactly what would happen next. He’d do it as close to the concrete as possible to save as much of her leg as he could. He explained exactly what he’d be cutting through, skin, muscle, bone.

Andrew turned away, looking at Bruce and Dave. He had seen this done before. They had rescued plenty of people in situations just as dire, who needed to have limbs removed or who had suffered awful and traumatic injuries. Andrew had seen plenty in his short career as a firefighter, but never something like this.

“Put the stretcher underneath her,” the medic told them.

Dave and Bruce grabbed a flat stretcher and while Andrew lifted Cynthia, they were able to slide it beneath her. Once it was done, they could carry her out, get her into an ambulance as quickly as possible.

“I’ll go here,” said the medic as he moved right next to her leg. “You get on this side of me and you two on the other side. “As soon as it’s done, I’ll get the wound as cleaned up as I can and then we move her out of her.”

All three firemen nodded at the medic’s instructions, getting into place. The saw buzzed and then there was the most blood curdling scream Andrew had ever heard.

Time seemed to move quickly and slowly at the same time. It felt like the process took forever. Andrew couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for her. And yet, everything happened in such a flurry and rush that Andrew felt he blinked once and it was over. They were taking the stretcher and moving her out from there as quickly as possible, getting to an ambulance. They navigated their way from the underground and were pushing her onto a cart which moved onto an ambulance and just like that. She was gone. She was going to be okay. She had to be okay.

It was only when Andrew got home, standing at the front door of the apartment, tired and exhausted, that he pulled out his phone. He called the hospital, asked about her, Cynthia Hammel.

She had died. In the ambulance. She hadn’t even made it to the hospital. A fatty embolism caused by the fact that her leg had been pinned for so long happened and they were unable to do anything to save her.

Hanging up, Andrew yelled out, swearing before he punched the wall, a move that would prove to be painful as he knew on impact that he had fractured his hand, bloodied and bruised when he pulled away. But he didn’t care.

No. He had done everything tonight, and it had all been for naught. What was the point if people were going to die anyway?

#firehouse chronicles 2 #drabble

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hi! i love ur bad things happen bingo!! i was wondering if u could do electrocution? (and even tho it’s not on the card could u do fear toxin? maybe w all dicks brothers seeing?) sorry if it’s too much to ask i just love ur writing!!!

The car came to a stop and Robin couldn’t help but wince as the movement pulled ruthlessly at his bonds. He was tied up in such a way that made his shoulders and collar bones ache, with cuffs cutting off circulation to his wrists behind his back and tape digging into his upper arms and chest, making it difficult to breath.

He was disappointed in himself. He hadn’t felt this useless since… since Grayson was Batman. He shouldn’t have been caught. He could have easily fought off a hundred thugs by himself and still be home in time to take Titus on a walk, however he had been recovering from the flu, which made him a bit below par in his fighting abilities. It didn’t help that he and Batman decided to split up to cover more ground and that he was completely alone when the very people he saved from getting mugged started to attack him. A cliche, yet apparently an effective one. Fighting off seven muggers and two faux victims became his down fall when combined with his weak state. It was only a matter of time before a taser was jammed ruthlessly into his gut.

He blacked out, then woke up a second later to find himself restrained and crammed into the trunk of Kia.

He heard the sound of footsteps approach the back of the car and he tensed up. He wasn’t about to allow them to do whatever they wished with him. If he had to fight then with just his legs he would. He could, even. He was trained by Ra’s and Batman themselves, he could one hundred percent take on even Grodd with just his legs.

The trunk popped open and Robin was about to jump out and kick ass, but it unfortunately seemed that kidnappers were not about to take any chances and he was suddenly being pinned down by multiple pairs of hands. His shoulders were roughly pressed further behind his back, making his chest protest in agony, as his head was shoved hard enough down for him to see stars. He kicked out his legs, catching one of the kidnappers under the jaw, but it was a short lived victory when his legs too were being locked down. He violently twisted himself, attempting to get free or at least bite the hand bruising his cheek, but he could hardly do a thing. He was helpless. Tt.

“I told you to tie his legs,” a deep voice said. Robin couldn’t see who spoke and who was holding him down with his face pressed down the way it was.

“Ran out of tape,” explained a second voice.

“I gave you a whole roll?! How-”

Robin worked a leg free and kicked the hand that had been holding it. His foot slammed the hand between it and the wall of the trunk he was stuffed in and he heard satisfying //snaps and an agonized scream.

“The brat!” The man who now sported a broken hand snarled with tears in his voice.

“Just get him to the chair!” The first voice yelled as he himself grabbed Robin’s legs.

Robin lashed out, counting four pairs of hands on his body and calculating in his head how long it would take to kill each of them. The hand digging into his cheek was removed but before Robin could even think about moving his neck, rough fabric was shoved over his head. He yelled out in frustration as he was forcibly lifted from the trunk with bruising grips on his upper arms and legs. He kicked and squirmed, trying to get free and trying to get the bag that smelt like flour off from his head. It was all for naught as he was eventually shoved into a hard wooden chair and held down as his legs were shoved against the chair’s legs and duct taped in place.

“Let me go!” Robin snarled in frustration, shaking his head, as three pairs of hands held him against the chair and another worked off the layers of tape around his chest, moving his cuffed hands behind the chair and taping his chest back again with a new roll of tape.

A new voice suddenly called out. “Holy shit, is that the demon brat?”

Robin was so surprised by the voice that he stilled just long enough for the kidnappers to finish securing him to the chair.

Todd…?

“We’re all in suits,” spoke another voice suddenly. Drake.

Or, Red Robin, more like it.

Great. Not only had he been kidnapped, but he had been kidnapped with Red Robin and Red Hood, two of the most annoying people he knew.

“Enough,” said one of the kidnappers. A new voice. How many kidnappers were there?

The man must have given some kind of silent command, a nod or something similar, because suddenly the flour bag was ripped off Robin’s head, tugging some of his hair with it. He winced as a bright beam of light assaulted his vision but thankfully it didn’t take much blinking to focus on the scene before him.

His gaze darted around rapidly, instantly taking in the underground parking garage, the number of kidnappers (12, most men, some women, all had guns. Each bat protege had their own guard behind them, the others were spaced around the garage), and his so-called adoptive sibling’s states.

Red Hood was missing his helmet with only his old mask covering his eyes. He looked worse for wears, like he had actually managed to put up a fight (scoff, as if), but didn’t look too injured; he was blinking furiously, trying to focus—probably the beam of light that came from a rather large LED lamp directed mostly towards him. Red Robin was doing much the same as Robin, taking in the surroundings. He had a stream of blood running down his left temple and there were signs of black bruising poking out from under his mask. To the other side of Red Robin, was Nightwing. Robin hadn’t realized that Nightwing would be there too, probably because he hadn’t made a noise till then and had lived a few hours away in Blüdhaven. There was also the fact that Robin had a bit more faith in Nightwing compared to the others. He looked fine, just a little ruffled and really pissed. He was glaring at the man who must be the leader, probably had already completed his assessment of their situation.

They were a tied up similarly to Robin, hands forced behind the chairs and tape forcing their backs to press against the support and their legs taped trapped. Robin looked over to the leader who was standing in front of them all with his hands folded across his chest. He had a hospital mask covering his lower face and nose and a buret sitting on top of his head. His suit looked fancy, though the purple color threw Robin off. He was standing on the other side of the LED lamp, so it was hard to get much details about him, but Robin could swear he saw tuffs of green hair.

His stomach dropped.

“Joker,” Nightwing growled, gaining the came conclusion.

Red Hood startled in his chair and Red Robin’s lips pressed together paper thin as the leader suddenly began to wheeze a very familiar laugh. Robin stared at the villain, for the moment, very unsure of what to do. He hadn’t had much contact with the Joker in his time working with Batman. Joker doesn’t stay out of Arkham long much anymore, with Batman getting more alliance and Joker getting almost predictable, but Robin had heard so many stories about Batman and Joker in their younger years, when Joker was new, insane, and a complete mystery. When he tortured Grayson, very early into Robin’s career, because it was a good laugh. When he killed Todd. When he had massacred entire neighborhoods and it was all Batman could do to find a trace of him.

The Joker today wasn’t calmer, per se, but he was more like an earthquake than the ticking bomb like he used to be. Earthquakes could be deadly, they could topple buildings, kill thousands in one fell swoop. They could start tsunami’s and wipe out cities. They could open up the ground and crumble mountains. Yet, humans were more prepared for them than they used to be. They could look and see that they live in the area of occasional 5 point magnitude earthquakes and that they should prepare for it, that way when those quakes hit, their buildings aren’t demolished, just slightly shaken.

Still didn’t make the experience of meeting an earthquake any less scary though. Didn’t matter how many times in your life you had felt the very ground beneath you shiver and the walls tremble, it was still terrifying.

“HAHAHA,” Joker laughed. He bent down and whacked his knee with a skeletal hand. “Way to ruin the surprise, Champ! I wasn’t expecting to be recognized so quickly!”

-o-o-o-o-

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Chaos

Tashi and I are currently RPing a super hero AU and I couldn’t help but write a very short one shot. I keep having dreams and ideas and I just can’t stop thinking about this AU! Thank you for editing it snow-runt (Nii Nii)!

AO3 Link Summary: Despite facing many horrors since their childhood, Hiccup inspires Jack to become a super hero, becoming the person the City in chaos needs. With Hiccup helping Jack from his internship at one of the Hamada facilities, they become an unstoppable force. That is until a catastrophic earthquake completely devastates the city. Everything gets worse when survivors suddenly start showing signs of mutated abilities (powers), making recovering nearly neigh impossible. Jack starts becoming a shadow, much to his horror, and Hiccup... something’s wrong with Hiccup...

Rubble, smoke, chaos-

An earthquake with the magnitude of 8.5 nearly leveled the entire City of Berk, a tsunami following close behind. They had no warning, no preparation. Thousands were killed, hundreds trapped. Even with the city’s super hero - Jack Frost - working closely with all rescue teams, there was no way they could save them all. Half the people they worked hard to get to succumbed to their injuries as soon as they reached them. As hard as it was for everyone, they had to start choosing who lived and who died - something the hero found nearly impossible, but was forced to do.

Bodies floated by, of women, children, men, elderly- people screaming for help, crying over their loved one’s bodies-

Too much – it was all too much. They needed him – they ALL needed him-!!

The man crying on the rooftop, holding the unmoving body of his wife- he saved them from a bus hijack a week ago. The body of the pink haired old lady wearing the pastel blue dress stuck on a pole – he saved her from an armed robbery at a convenience store just a few days ago-!

He felt sick.

He saved this city so many times, from so many things, yet in the end, it didn’t seem to matter.

They wanted him to choose who lives and who dies?! They’re psychotic. With the world literally crashing down around him, there was only one person he chose to save out of the millions. Someone who would yell at him for saving him first, but he didn’t give a shit.

“Hey- where you going?!” One of the emergency responders cried, getting no response as Jack took off. They wouldn’t understand anyway, or maybe they would. Everyone had loved ones, and his was probably trapped in the skyscraper his internship was held in. It was further in, nearly at the center of the city.

His heart beat louder and faster in his chest as the buildings and structures were in worse shape the closer he got.

‘Don’t tell me-’ no, he was afraid to finish the thought. He didn’t dare risk the chance of his imagination bleeding into reality.

He tried calling Hiccup again-

No success. All the towers are down; there’s no service at all.

Shit shit shit-

His eyes scan the ground, to the area he normally saw the building standing

It wasn’t there. Neither were most of the skyscrapers in the area.

He forgot to breath. It’s so dusty, so ashy. Fires raged everywhere, alarms screeching bloody murder left and right.

He can hear them – he can hear all them crying out in anguish, but he carries on.

Hiccup Hiccup Hiccup Hiccup

That’s all who mattered right now.

Getting closer to the area where he knew the building to be, he spotted it at last.

All the color drained from his body, his heart dropped to his feet.

The building was leaning against another, the structure being completely cut in half. Hiccup worked in different areas of the building, it changed depending on who needed his help or what aspect of his project he was working on.

He could literally be anywhere.

Numbly he swallowed, desperately holding onto the thin string of hope he had left as he saw a few of Hiccup’s coworkers on the ground. They were all dazed and out of it, which was expected. He hardly found his voice as he walked up to them.

“H-H-Hiccup, where’s Hiccup?!” He asked them almost desperately.

They looked up at Jack Frost both surprised at his arrival, but mostly in shock over everything that happened. “Don’t know. He was… he was taking an instrument to Dagur when it happened, somewhere on floor three-“ the hero snapped his head up, seeing the remaining structure still had the third floor. Without even saying thank you he ran. The building was dark and sparking, smoke fuming from fires inside. But he didn’t give a damn.

He searched and searched… going to the elevators first, seeing a few corpses but they weren’t Hiccup.

“Hiccup – Hiccup!!” He called louder and louder, unable to hide the tremor in his voice. “HICCUP!!”

Hours… he searched for hours. He helped everyone he could, some giving him clues as to where they last saw Hiccup, but he couldn’t find him or Dagur. What did that mean? Were they… crushed under part of the fallen ceiling or debris?

Would he… would he be unrecognizable…?

Tears rushed to his eyes as he hastened his search.

No, no he refused for that to become reality. Hiccup was alive, somehow he was sure of that. They went through too much crap for this to be the end. He loved him far too much for this to be the end. There was no life without Hiccup, no purpose.

He was alive.

He was alive, and he was sure of it.

At some point other survivors, upon seeing him and hearing his desperate pleas were helping as much as they could, calling out for him, searching in areas that looked ‘safe’ enough. If he wasn’t so panicked right now tears of appreciation would be flowing like waterfalls. They didn’t know who he was behind the mask, but they wanted to help him find someone he obviously loved dearly. It was the least they could do for the person who saved them countless times.

“First floor!” A voice suddenly snapped Jack out of his thoughts. Turning he saw someone limping towards him, desperately waiving their injured arms. “Th-they said they found him on the first floor- they need help!”

He was there within a blink of an eye, seeing a number of people surrounding an area covered in heavy debris. There was no way he could move that, he only had ice powers not super strength.

“Dagur’s calling from the basement level, he says he has Hiccup, but they’re badly hurt.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed. He hated Dagur with a passion, he was the reason for half of their problems in the first place, but he knew how much Hiccup meant to him. He’d protect him with his life.

“Can you two move to try to find another exit?” Jack called down, unable to even see anyone through the cracks.

“Hic’s pinned,” Dagur called out with a rough voice, obviously hurt himself. He’d never admit it though. “I can’t… I… I think he’s dying.”

Dying- the word made everything grow cold – literally. A few people backed away as Jack desperately looked around like a feral animal.

Hiccup wasn’t going to die, not today. Not for a long, long time.

He didn’t even know what he did or how he did it. The wind and Twiner (Jack’s staff that finally caught up with him) must’ve done something, but a bit of the debris was finally cleared, the ceiling above them crumbling and groaning, threatening to fall.

“Everyone get out!” He said almost thoughtlessly as he jumped down the small hole that formed. The basement lights flickered a bit, confusing Jack greatly. If the power was out in the entire city, how were the lights down here working?

It didn’t matter- he turned saw them

Saw blood

“I’m gonna have to cut it,” Dagur said, looking at Jack seriously. “He won’t live.”

Cut- Jack got closer, and saw it

The debris landed on his legs. The solid concrete landed completely on his left while, somehow, luckily, a window or something kept his other leg free. He didn’t care about the specifics.

“Cut it.” There was no questioning it. Hiccup was severely pale and hardly breathing. Dagur took out his weapon, ironically a sharp dagger - and with a sickening sound, Hiccup was free. Numbly Jack used ice to seal the wound and pulled him into his arms.

Everything after that was a blur… He took him to the only place he knew would help them, the Hamada Brothers. Despite having their hands completely tied with all the other victims, as soon as they saw Hiccup, he was their number one priority.

They patched him up, used Jack’s blood for a transfusion (luckily they were a match), and waited…

He woke up, he survived, but there was something… different about him. Not his leg, but something else… he was Hiccup, but not.

If only he tried to figure it out sooner, things wouldn’t have gotten worse for everyone in the city.

#hijack #frostcup #super hero au #phage writes #im so excited i just ldfiauhdf i love the idea and concept so much and you don't get to see hic here but he don't put up with nothin'#and he may be short but he aint no damsel either and i just lfasdhf i love how they'll itneract at this stage just lfiuadf #i can only really talk to her about the au but i just liufahsdf i love this au and i don't hink i'd ever be able to write the whole thing #myself especailly because of teh greater good and stuff #we havent been able to rp it much... but lfausdf still can't stop thinking about it and just fliusdf so excited #i doubt anyone will even read this but still asldifh

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passanima · 6 years

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Fixing Daa Daa Daa!

Main characters

Miyu - Left to a stranger’s house by her parents. She’s mad at them but still can’t help loving them and try her best to accept her situation. Because of parents that never gave her enough attention she grew up really uncertain of her own, and other people’s feelings. Quite dense, quick to overeact and cry, everyone calls her childish and she has no idea how to begin to correct that. Kanata - Never been close to his dad who’s silly personality annoys him. Victim of same kind of abuse as Miyu, but grew up mature and distant, very serious at school. So that he can pretend he doesn’t need help. Can’t deal with his popularity with classmates, specially girls who he’s starting to understand he’ll never have interest in.

Lou - Alien baby. Very needy, can’t stand not getting attention. Can make himself, others and objects fly around. Has a cat-nanny from same planet who’s power is to change (himself or others) appearance. So Lou is able to look human as long as he’s near his cat... and doesn’t get so upset it breaks the illusion. Relationships Miyu/Kanata - They really don’t like each other at first, their personalities being contradictory. So there’s quite a lot of yelling! But Kanata finds Miyu funny, and she’s happy she can count on him, so they slowly get accustomed to each other. As they’re becoming friends, they learn how to deal with their loneliness and suddenly realize that this made up and strange familly is what’s making them happier than they’ve ever been. They secretly wish nothing will change.

Lou/Miyu - She always believed in alien’s existence so she was quick to accept him... for what he is. Accepting to become one of his caregiver was a bit more difficult, as she has no experience in taking care of babies. She has a deep connexion to him, having a strong need to protect and make sure he’s never lonely. Basically she’s doing her best to be her ideal parent.

Lou/Kanata - He doesn’t like change, or people, or having to work with others. So suddenly having to be a parent of substitution to an alien baby? Not his dream job. He’s used of taking care of the house all by himself tho, and that charge more of work didn’t take him too long to figure out. He’s the more reliable “parent”. Chapter 1 Miyu’s parents suddenly leave her to a friend (to them) but a stranger (to her) house when they have to go to america for their job. For this she has to change town, and school, and she’s not so happy about it. The worst happen when the parent in that house leave too for a job opportunity. She now has to live alone with his son of the same age. This is too much for her and she starts to panic, try to explain to Kanata (the boy) that she can’t deal with this situation, and his cold answer just doesn’t help. She takes her luggages and exit the house, just wanting to run away without thinking where to go. Kanata, more calm, tries to change her mind as he doesn’t want to feel guilty of letting a teen girl sleep outisde... when they see a flash and hear a crash. They run toward the sound and discover some kind of ufo... with a baby inside! Now that’s quite unexpected. But seeing a cat-like but not quite creature jumping out of visibly nowhere is another tiring thing to witness. Specially when it starts talking. Kanata figured Miyu was a very spoiled kind of girl that just can’t accept when something doesn’t go her way, looking at her panic earlier, but now he sees her listening to the cat-creature calmly like it’s a perfectly normal situation. And that’s too much informations for him to know how to react, so he will need a moment if you don’t mind! The cat explain a strange accident that happened to them. He’s the alien’s babysitter and as they were enjoying a bit of sun in their stroll, a small black hole opened and sucked them in! And somehow threw them here. Now they will need to send a signal to their home planet to let them know where they are so someone can come look for them... but in the time it happens, could they please stay in this house? Miyu nods, seeming afflicted by this story. If it was up to her, of course she would help them! But... it’s not her house. She turns to Kanata, who just sigh. What can he even tell them other than “of course”? It’s a (green) baby and a (weird) cat, it would be cruel to leave them be. Just like he wasn’t about to leave a teenage girl in the streets, he’ll just accept some aliens in his life. Chapter 2 After one night to think of all these events and also try to sleep; the teens are rested enough to realize the deal they made will be harder to manage than they first thought. Since first, there’s no adult in the house. Kanata is used to that but until now he never had to take care of anyone but himself. Miyu is an only child also and have no experiences with babies. There’s the cat-sitter to help them but still... Second, they’ll have to deal with this new arrangement while still going to school. Miyu was already so stressed by the idea to live in a stange place and transfer school, she didn’t need anything else to worry about. And third, these are aliens we are talking about. How are they supposed to hide them? They sit at the table, eating their breakfast while Wannya (the cat-sitter) feed the baby its milk. Kanata talk first. Asking Wannya what the baby will need and what... can they even do to go unnoticed in this world. Wannya has a lot of interesting things to say, and is glad he asked! They got so, so lucky to fall on this planet as the atmosphere is very similar to the one they came from! Hard times might come but he’s a professional and know what to do even in extreme situations. The list of products little Lou need is a bit long, tho, and he hopes it’s not asking too much... As for their appearance, not to worry! He gives the baby to Miyu who sits next to him and stands up. The teens look at him with curiosity before both of them gasp! A strange flash and Wannya transformed... into a second Kanata! He then explain that he has the ability to take the form of anything he has already seen before, and can also influence the look of others around him. But, because there’s always a but, his power is weaker on anything but him. So, while he can make sure Lou looks like a human baby, the spell can break easily. It all depend on the other’s will on keeping this appearance, and, of course, such a young child can’t comprehend it enough to keep it going for long.

It still resolve one of their problems so it’s a good thing to learn! When they finish their breakfast, Miyu propose that they watch TV together so that Wannya can look at many people to be able to transform into! They spent some time to find any sort of ad or programs with babies in it, while Kanata propose to come up with a story in case anyone ask them what their relationship are. It is soon decided that Miyu and Kanata are now cousins who lives together for familial reason, and Lou will be Miyu’s little brother! Wannya will change character depending of what they need but usually will pretend to be Kanata’s father. The mood change when all of this is resolved. It’s strangely conforting. Miyu is not disturbed by the idea of living here anymore as it’s no longer with Kanata alone. And it could have been scary to suddenly meet aliens but it’s hard to find less threatening creatures than a baby and a cat! Promising to all take care of each other and coming up with lies and secrets is so exciting! It’s been a long time since she felt that way; safe and comfortable. She laughs.

Chapter 3 The next thing they need to do is buying the basic products baby needs. Wannya turns into a pin that Miyu attach to her collar, change Lou’s appearance to a baby they saw on TV that could pass for Miyu’s brother, and off they go!

It’s a bit awkward to do baby shopping as teenagers, as they can feel the look some adults give them and the discreet laughs. Kanata tries to reassure her: they probably just think it’s sweet the older siblings are taking care of the younger one, and think of them as quite mature! It does make sense but Miyu still stiffen every time she hear someone laugh near them.

Wannya murmur instructions to them as they walk tru the aisles. Food, milk, and diapers are soon taken care off, but at the corner Miyu spot something interesting... she grab Tanaka’s arms and seems to have stars in her eyes. It almost scares him how existed she gets at the sight of baby clothes. But well, it IS part of the baby’s need, so they spend some time on that. A bit longer than Tanaka would have liked in fact. Just two outfits and a pajama will suffise for now but Miyu kept gasping and showing him all the custest items she could find. Choosing seemed so difficult for her, Tanaka honestly thought they wouldn’t get out of the store before tomorrow.

When she was finally happy with her choice, they started walking toward a cash register, but Lou, who has been nothing but calm till now, looking at everything with curiosity but very little noise, suddenly started acting up. A giant monkey plushie caught his eyes, and his gesticulations plus high pitched little screams told them he wouldn’t go without it.

Wannya asked if it would be ok to take it home, after all they came here without any toys, so just one... but Tanaka was having none of it. No way he’ll let a baby dictate what he has to purchase! There’s probably his old plushies somewhere in the house anyway, he can do with that...

Lou couldn’t understand his words but seemed way aware of the situation, and wasn’t happy about it... In fact he started yelling so harsh and in a tone that didn’t sound human at all. Which was enough to make the teens and everyone around panic, but something like an earthquake happened. At least that’s what on of the shopper described it has. But the ground wasn’t trembling. No, shelves did. And the contents on them flew around. Oh boy.

Kanata had to accept he wouldn’t win here and had to act fast; so he allowed Lou to have his monkey plushie. Finally calmed, everything fell on the ground. Everyone in the shop looked really confused but no one was staring at them, meaning they didn’t realize what was the cause of all that mess, phew!

Miyu, with a nervous laugh, tried to joke about the situation, while Kanata made a terrible grimace when the amount of their purchase was revealed. He will have to pay close attention to their budget from now on.

Chapter 4

Miyu still has a few days to get used to the new house and this familly situation before school starts! She doesn’t feel so strongly about living here now that it’s no longer just Kanata and her. But changing school is still... while she stayed in contact with her last friends and don’t feel lonely, starting over is really stressful. At least the uniform is super cute! She said that out loud while staring at herself in the mirror and didn’t realize the door was still open. Kanata who was passing by heard her and couldn’t contain a laugh. Welp. Now she’s embarassed.

#rewrite

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