#зима x reader

[yuellii]

“ The... inspiration always comes at night... till now. ” — zima / gn reader, for @st-pavlov-foundation winter event

Day 18 — Sweaters / Blankets

“There’s… snow,” says he.

His nose scrunches up as a snowflake tickles his skin upon its wake, and almost instinctively does he bury half his face under his scarf. And that’s when the presence of his garment makes him realize that it is something you lack—a source of warmth to shield you from this growing cold. Zima hurries to push you back inside, shutting the door in a panic.

He’s only recently begun to become considerate.

Twenty-nine years of being beguiled by Earth’s nature, and yet it’s taken him this long to truly notice the little things. Little things, such as the slight goosebumps lining your arms, or the pajamas you still wore, or the lack of warm clothing on your body. Years ago, he might’ve not noticed how warm he was compared to you, or even how your neck did not carry a scarf like he did. He might’ve been inconsiderate.

“The first snowfall,” you hush excitedly nevertheless. “No wonder it’s colder now, even inside.”

You shiver from an opened window, and he stays silent, the slightest of pouts ghosting upon the line of his lips. That was when you almost toppled over, a sudden weight dropping down on your shoulders with no remorse as a spread of heat enveloped the back of your body. It seemed almost like an attack if not for the scent of pine filling your nostrils, as well as the pale arms that carelessly dropped the coat onto you.

( Good intentions, truly—but that execution of his might’ve been terrible. He’s certainly more observant than he was before, but there might be a few more things he still needs to learn… )

Your hand dashed to your shoulders to quickly catch the top of the coat before it slid off your body, Zima not realizing he actually had to adjust the piece of clothing before leaving it on you. The shyness of his fingertips proved hesitant as they stuttered in its movements just to help you; he only figured the warmth of his coat would help you, but only ended up cursing himself for not anticipating this drawback.

“But,” you muttered closer to him, burying half your face onto the top lining of his coat, “Won’t you be cold?”

( His heartstrings strum, just an ever-so slight melody in the air. It’s as he buries half his face in his scarf, just as you do the same in his coat. You’re matching. He finds his lips smiling inside his scarf. )

He hums in incoherent thoughts, muffled words reassuring, “‘M fine… I’m… Used to snow.”

Zima catches your eyes lower to the flush of his cheeks. He wonders what you’re thinking about. Surely, it’s something more interesting than him.

“Let’s get blankets and hot chocolate?” you propose.

“Hm?”

“So that we’re both warm.” There’s a smile on your face: One that he can see clearly from your eyes alone, and not your lips that still his themselves under his coat. He’s never thought a person could smile like that before. He needs to write this down.

But he stays silent, stringing words of rhyme and of natures in love that you’ve so dangerously planted in his mind. And he blanks out, comfortably indeed, mindlessly allowing you to pull him along as you prepare blankets and hot chocolate mugs for him to learn even more about warmth.

This blanket… It suddenly felt lovelier shared with you.

#st. pavlov foundation #зима x reader #zima x reader #reverse 1999 x reader #зима reverse 1999 #зима #zima #reverse 1999

[seruadoric]

clinginess .

incl . medpoc , x , pavia , zima , horropedia , 6 (six)

synopsis . how do they deal with clinginess, how compatible are they with a clingy s/o?

content . romance , headcanons , ooc (??) , gn!reader

MEDICINE POCKET is very clear about their boundaries; they do not take crossing them lightly. while you are their lover and significant other, they still make a line that you should not cross.

. though, a contrary belief is that medicine pocket would reciprocate your manner. i believe that either way, medicine pocket would find your behavior endearing.

. medicine pocket would often let you work alongside them - that is, if you don't mind. they would let you take notes for them, telling you to 'do as i say,' or 'write down what i say'.

;; OVERALL medicine pocket would be ( somewhat ) compatible with a clingy partner. just as long as you don't bother them as they're working, they would enjoy being in your presence and having you cling onto them.

X is rather indifferent to this. unlike medicine pocket, he does not necessarily have a sense of boundaries; he does not mind whether you cling onto him or not, he acts just the same.

. x is used to charming people with his personality and looks, so he did not seem to take notice of it at the start of your relationship. he found it amusing, and would oftentimes return your gestures.

. there is a chance of x taking advantage of this scenario to make you test his inventions for him ( of course, he makes sure they're safe to try first ) but otherwise, nothing serious.

;; OVERALL i find x to be a sort of 50/50 in this case. he could be considered more compatible, but there are some contradictions in my head. he is pretty questionable, really ...

PAVIA doesn't want anyone digging into his business. he doesn't want you asking him questions about his work knowing you wont get any answers, he would be happier with someone understanding of his boundaries and line of work.

. i have a headcanon that his wolves get clingy whenever they're hungry - so pavia is quite used to clinginess already. in general, he wouldn't mind if you were touchy with him. you could just lay your hands on his chest, sit on his lap randomly, and he wouldn't care all that much.

. the only problem that pavia has with this is the countless questions you ask him. about his past, about his work - he dislikes having someone pry into his personal life. other than that, he really just doesn't care.

;; OVERALL i don't exactly believe he's all that compatible with a clingy s/o. yes, he likes your touches and affection, but he does not need you smothering him! he needs to do his work as a mercenary, and prefers keeping you out of it.

ZIMA would have to take time to warm up to your clinginess at first. he appears awkward and gruff at first, but eventually would be willing to engage in it.

. he was but a lonely poet before he met you, with nothing but wild animals to keep him company - he considers himself lucky to have you in his life. about your clinginess, he does not mind it much.

. physical affection isn't something he's used to, and it's something that you introduce to him. he has no trouble in showering you with words of affirmation and small gifts, but he's quite iffy with other love languages.

;; OVERALL zima enjoys bathing in the warmth of his lover, a deep contrast to his life in the cold. i believe that zima is one of, if not the most, compatible with a clingy s/o.

HORROPEDIA is completely inexperienced, but that doesn't stop him from reciprocating your affection.

. he'd get caught off guard each time you touch him - he just doesn't strike me as the guy that's really used to physical touch. sure, eventually he wouldn't start to mind it much, but at the start of the relationship he's a bit sheepish with it.

. when he starts to get used to it, he likes to return your affections. he'll often have you by his side, but there are still times where he needs some time alone. if you can respect that, the relationship will be long-lasting.

;; OVERALL compatible! he enjoys your presence, and you enjoy his too. horropedia does not have any objections to your clinginess, and likes being showered with your affection.

SIX does not know how to deal with your clinginess. is he supposed to entertain you? he was more used to blending in with the background, he is unfamiliar with your touches and affection.

. six is curious by nature, and he starts to wonder why? he could understand it from a medical standpoint, and it's not like he would really mind your clinginess - perhaps you have some emotional wound that you would like him to heal?

. unless it bothers you, six wouldn't be as affectionate. he's been so closed-off and distant from his friends, learning how to love and be affectionate towards somebody again must be hard for him.

;; OVERALL makes a decent couple. while six takes a lot of time and space to get used to it, he likes your affectionate gestures, despite not returning them as much.

before you ask ' wheres diggers !? ' DONT. HES TOO UGLY I JHATE HIM !!!! ( /j i don't understand his character and am too lazy to write for him ) i will be posting another part of this !! the next part will be including the girlies next :33

likely going to be editing this soon ... this has got to be my worst work broa 😭

#𖹭 ࣪ zaira's works #medicine pocket x reader #medpoc x reader #x x reader #pavia x reader #horropedia x reader #6 x reader #six x reader #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #zima x reader #winter x reader #Зима x reader #x you

[akutasoda]

Plspls Зима x russian reader? :3

a poet speaks from the heart

synopsis - general hcs with Зима and russian reader

includes - Зима [Zima]

warnings - gn!reader, reader is mentioned to be russian but only at some parts, fluff, slight pda, wc - 314

↪first off, being russian makes communication much easier. he struggles with speaking in any other language so this would be a great weight off him.

↪but that being said, even if you were from elsewhere he would try his absolute hardest to learn your language orif you wanted to, he would help you learn his.

↪ additionally, he can tell you his poems straight away. he doesn't need to translate them and he can immediately share them with you. plus it seems to have more meaning this way.

↪but not much would change. sure being russian meant mainly easier communication with him but even if you weren't he still love you the same.

↪ he's very new to relationships and love as a whole. while he is well versed in it from poems, that doesn't really translate well into a real relationship so he would still be figuring things out.

↪but he tries. and he shows his love in various kess obvious forms. such as reading his poems to or quality time.

↪100% his love language is quality time. at least one of. it doesn't even have to be much. it could just be you and him cuddled up next to each other wherever.

↪but he definitely isn't into pda. he might try if you like pda, but for the most part he hopes your fine with him not doing so well with it.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #reverse 1999 #re1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #re1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #reverse 1999 zima #reverse 1999 Зима #Зима x gender neutral reader #Зима x reader #Зима #zima x gender neutral reader #zima x reader

[zombiiwriter]

LISA FRANKENSTEIN AU WITH ZIMA DO YOU SEE IT DO YOU SEE THE VISION

#reverse 1999 x reader #zima x reader #Зима x reader #Зима #reverse 1999 #I watched the movie yesterday and it won’t leave my brain #Зима reverse 1999

[stellar-skyy]

Hellooo!! May I please request Зима as a lover? Just sweet fluff with how he caught feelings, how he expresses his love, silly things about him, headcanons, etc. I hope this wasn't too confusing and I'm super sorry if I broke one of the rules, you can just ignore this if I did. Thank you so much nevertheless!!

WINTER ADRIFT — Zima x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Zima as a lover. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: Fluff, so fluffy, headcanons, gn!reader, 0.7k words. iv. A/N: Hiii anon!! I was really happy to write this, I love this silly little man. Thank you for the request! ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ

Zima is a very serious looking person. He doesn’t smile often, his words are few and far between, and when he does speak it is quiet and under his breath.

Despite this somewhat intimidating appearance, Zima is a very soft person at heart. He adores his little bird, his notebooks filled with scribbled poetry and other writings, and of course you. 

You, who appeared in his life as quickly as rainfall, bringing a certain light that he’d never experienced before. You, who split his life into two: the Before, and the After.

Before, he was a lonely poet wandering the Far East, with no one but wild animals to keep him from complete isolation. There was only his bird, his poems. It was a quiet life, one that let loneliness seep in far too quickly for his liking, but it was predictable and calm.

And then came the After. Before, he didn’t mind the solitude. But After—After, he couldn’t bear it, because he’d finally gotten a taste of what it was like to not be alone.

Zima’s days turned from sitting still for hours, writing diligently in his notebook, to walking alongside you through trees, watching the snow fall against his windows together, and baking bread in a kitchen far too small for two.

He fell for you very quickly, even if it took a while for him to realize it. It was only when he reflected upon his notebook and its contents, and noticed the sheer amount of writings dedicated to you. He doesn’t quite focus on his work after he’s penned it, so it was easy enough for the poems to be composed and then tucked away into his mind without realizing how many of them were a reflection on his feelings towards you.

By the time the two of you were properly together, he had already written enough to spill the contents of his heart ten times over.

He’s a very early riser, so he always ends up waking up before you. When he wakes up, he likes to look over at you; to watch your chest rise and fall in a careful rhythm, and observe the way your lips slightly part with every puff of breath. He’ll brush a hand over your forehead first, moving any loose strands of hair out of the way, before pressing a quick kiss to it.

Physical affection isn’t easy for him—in fact, he’s rather shy about it. He would prefer to hold your hand or chastely kiss your cheek rather than be overly affectionate, but if you ask for a hug or kiss, he won’t refuse.

(He gives amazing hugs. Just tight enough to feel secure without being restricting, and warm enough to keep away the winter chill.)

Even if he wants to shower you in sweet words and compliments, he isn’t flawless in the language and sometimes his speech fails him. Talking out loud is more difficult than writing, so the loving compliments he does give you are to be treasured.

Instead of words, he leaves you with gifts. A poem, dedicated to you. Wildflowers, picked from the snow and tied together with a ribbon. Baked foods, each more delicious than the last.

He’ll spend hours with you, not talking, just existing in the same space as him. If you sit with him long enough, you’ll be able to hear quiet mumbles under his breath as he becomes fully absorbed in his writing.

He knew he loved you as soon as the animals became as comfortable around you as they were around him. It began with his bird, who despite being all but glued to his side ever since they had met, decided to land on top of your head and settle in your hair. Next came the rabbits, and the ferrets, and then all of the rest of the creatures.

Those animals were his companions, his friends. It was inevitable they would love you just as much as he did, and seeing them warm up to you so quickly was only further proof that you were the one for him.

Seeing you sitting there, with his bird nestled into the crook of your neck, a fox curled on your lap and an elk resting at your side…

He can’t think of a moment where he’s felt more content.

“Hmm? What are you smiling about?”

“Ah… it is nothing… you simply look… perfect."

reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♡

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[yandollies]

UPCOMING WORKS && IDEAS

Hello, pretty things <3 My name is Naaji and I'm a hypersexual writer, writing to get some of my thoughts and feelings out instead of letting them sit. My pronouns are he/him and I'm a gay trans man, so most of my writings will either be male reader or gn reader. That being said, anybody regardless of gender or sexual orientation is welcome to interact :3

I don't take requests, but you're free to leave thirsts / brainrots anytime! If I find the concept interesting I might write a little drabble or some hcs about it ^_^

WARNING : This account will contain smut and possibly disturbing topics written by a minor. I don't care who interacts with me, but if you're uncomfortable with this please leave for your own sake <3

Moving on to more of what I'll write...

I will be writing smut and dark content such as: yanderes, underage sex (between two minors), large age gaps (18 & late 30s / 40s ?), threesomes, character x reader, character x character

(PS: I might also add some of my own hcs to the writing just because I love my hcs and I want everyone to know)

However, I will also write fluff or familial relationships (platonic) every once and a while! (And maybe angst if I'm feeling it)

Some fandoms that I'm into and may write about are: Bungou Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Reverse 1999, Final Fantasy, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Heaven Official's Blessing, Pokemon, Omori, The Legend Of Zelda, Devilman Crybaby, Fairy Tail, The Summer Hikaru Died, Project Sekai, and Alien Stage

Some of my favorite characters to write for are: Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Freminet, Neuvillette, Wriothesley - Fukuzawa Fukichi, Oda Sakunosuke, Nakahara Chuuya, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Osamu Dazai, Edgar Allan Poe - Blade, Dan Heng, Aventurine, Gepard - Pavia, Зима, Shamane, Horropedia, Forget Me Not - Adaman, Volo, Bede, Gladion, N, Kieran, Guzma - Till, Ivan (The boyfriends..,.,..) - alot more I can't list all of them

Some of my favorite ships: Kawoshin, Ivantill, Soukoku (specifically 15!skk), Kazuhei, Wriolette, Kazuxiao, Suntan, Sunflower, Cactiflower, Sunturine, Sunhill, Akiryo

I will also likely write about some ocs of mine or just unnamed character concepts.

Some things that I will NOT be writing: minor x adult, smut containing young children (1 - 12 yrs old), r-pe, SA, noncon, stepcest / incest, kinks containing bodily fluids or anything like that (piss, scat, vomit, sweat, etc. Sorry.. just not into that)

Masterlist coming soon !!!!

Reminder that I am a minor and I do have school and other things going on in my life, so posts might not be that frequent .. Sorry lovelies </3 Goodbye for now !! ^_< ♡

#x reader #yandere x reader #genshin x reader #hsr x reader #bsd x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #ftm reader #smut #x reader smut #kazuha x reader #chuuya x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #dazai x reader #blade x reader #reverse 1999 x reader #pokemon x reader #smut written by a minor #odasaku x reader #fukuzawa x reader

[thinkingaboutlifefornow]

The brave little ghost

Chapter 3

Bucky x reader

Warnings - Violence

(( I never thought I’d enjoy writing before this, but I actually look forward to getting home from work to write these little chapters. I hope those that are reading this are enjoying it. Just a piece of my imagination down in text. ))

…….

“Lilac, Damsel, seventeen” you were coming round suddenly aware of many bodies in the room.

“Ghost” your eyes flash open, your mind only filled with very few things

“What is your name” the man in front of you, you remember as Sir, asked.

“Phantom” you replied in a rehearsed manner.

“Who are you” he asked in a way that he didn’t seem sure of the answer you were going to give.

“HYDRA property” the rehearsed speech came through again.

……..

Your memory was so fuzzy from all the times they had wiped you clean. Every now and then snippets would fall through and most of the time out of your mouth if you were around Winter. Sometimes he would immediately let the leaders know, but sometimes he would slip. This became almost unnerving, you are starting to learn to read the signs.

When he had a fresh wipe he was a robot, no emotions. Yet still somehow he remembered you, almost like you were the memory slipping through. When he hadn’t been to that room for a while he became softer towards you, and your conversations became hushed to hide away from prying ears.

You had left that room and made your way towards the training gym, informed that you were to train with The Winter Solider. A name you knew but with no emotions attached.

“здравствуй, маленькое привидение, готов повеселиться?” Hello little Ghost, ready for some fun? He asked with a hint of joy in his voice.

“Привет, Зима, готова почувствовать боль?” Hello Winter, ready to feel pain? Your voice robotic.

“Ты всегда немного оживлен после вайпа” you’re always a bit lively after wipe, he sighed. Looking slightly defeated before training had even begun.

You watch him take careful steps circling his prey. Listening to the sound of his steps and breathe.. he’s going to lunge… right.. now!

You jump to the side and in the same motion just as his body is inline with yours you slam a hard kick into his ribs, he stumbles ever so slightly before regaining himself. Next thing he tackles you into the wall as hard as he could, hitting your head hard against the wall.

A women with red hair, drinking wine in a kitchen. A memory slipped through.

You blinked pushing it away focusing on the task at hand, beat the man in front of you down till he couldn’t get up.

With him pinning you up against the wall by your waist he looked up at you, and you took that second to slam your head into his as hard as you can.

“You’re brave little ghost” it was a memory again, from another training session.

He loosened his grip for a second, and in that moment you sunk down between his arms and through his legs. Standing up behind him you pushed his body as hard as you could into the wall to create space.

He turned to look you in the eye. “You’re brave little ghost”

You blink, but that was a memory. He’s said it again. Has he said it before? How many before’s were there?

You were angry now, emotion slipping through. His face looked ever so slightly proud, you hated that.

You ran at him, as you wound your fist back to sock him straight in the jaw. He grabs your wrist before it could land, you should’ve calculated this, you should’ve seen his movements coming. You’re slipping and you couldn’t let it show.

He pulls you close by your wrist, then as he lets go he lands a kick straight to your stomach sending you down landing on your back.

“Stay down little ghost” he warned

You watched him walk over to your body on the ground, and just as he gets close enough you swing your legs under his, swiping him out from under.

You pounce landing on top of his body, you grab your knife from it’s sheath on your thigh in the same movement and bring it to his throat.

“Stay down Winter” you glare at him.

…….

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[friendsoup]

Halloo. I absolutely love your recent dikke x reader fic. It was so so so cute to read that it make so happy. I really love dikke and your writing is just so damn lovely (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)❤️ thank you for spending time to write such a lovely fic

If is okay may i ask do you write medicine pocket? Or perhaps other than dikke what reverse character you write for?

AHHH thank you so much!!! these words mean the world to me!!! thank you so much for your support!!! when it comes to reverse characters, I'm willing to try any of them! while I worry some might be wildly out of character, I like to push myself when it comes to writing. my only boundaries is that I won't write romance for characters under 16. And I'll only write romance for characters under 18 if explicitly asked.

I do have a bias though... Dikke, The Fool, Зима, Tennant, John Titor, Druvis III, and Click are my favs... As for Medicine Pocket, I would be willing to try them! You'll have to forgive me if it's a bit ooc though... (^^;)

#Kitchen Banter

[nikolay1]

зима

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Zalgo x fem! reader

TW: abuse, slight mention of sex, mental torture, possession.

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The first time you and zalgo interacted was in a fancy restaurant where you worked as a waitress.

you worked as a waitress, as you went back and forth you always felt a piercing gaze on your back.

you always felt a penetrating gaze on your back, at first you decided to ignore it, but soon it became very uncomfortable for you.

you, at first you decided to ignore it, but soon it became very uncomfortable for you, as you passed by you looked for who had been watching you so furtively.

who had been watching you so furtively. Finally, you found him. It was a man,

dark, tall, muscular and with beautiful yellow eyes.

He smiled at you and you smiled back. You approached him and asked him if he needed anything.

he only asked for a glass of cold water, you looked for it immediately and when you got to his table...

when you got to his table... something happened, you had spilled the glass of water on him,

it was as if your arm wasn't yours, you tried to apologise to him, but it didn't do you any good.

no use. He made a HUGE scene and demanded to see your manager. As luck would have it, you only got

you were docked 2 hours pay, ok you had 2 hours docked, but you were still keeping your job, you mistakenly

but you were still keeping your job, you mistakenly thought. The next few days, it kept

it was like your limbs were not your own, you spilled drinks, food, desserts, on some customers,

spilled drinks, food, desserts, on some customers in just 2 days, after the 4th time you were fired.

you were fired.

You were desperate, the rent due date was approaching and you barely had enough to pay for something to eat.

You applied for jobs at multiple places,

You found a small temporary position as a dishwasher at a fast food place.

It was temporary and didn't pay very decent.... But it was either that or end up on the

the street.

Everything seemed to go well for a while until it happened again, while you were washing dishes, a co-worker came over to help you.

a co-worker came over to help you and you broke one of the plates on her head.

you smashed one of the plates over her head. You hadn't done that on purpose, your arm didn't look like it wasn't yours.

It was as if you were being manipulated like a puppet.

As expected, you were fired and your ex-partner almost sued you.

Finding another job would be almost impossible, as someone started spreading rumours about why you were fired.

rumours about why you were fired, among the most famous of which was that you killed your partner.

which was completely false, you knew it, but they didn't and they didn't want to listen to you.

and they didn't want to listen to you.

One day, when you arrived at your flat after another failed interview,

you found all your stuff outside, your landlady was kicking you out, apparently she hadn't received your rent money.

you swore you had sent the money, but your landlady didn't give a damn.

but your landlady didn't care.

Now you were living in your car and desperate for a job, you couldn't stay with your parents or one of your

you couldn't stay with your parents or any of your friends, you didn't want to be a bother to them.

And this was zalgo's chance to act.

Using one of his proxies, he lured you into his castle of horrors with the promise of a well-paid job.

promise of a high paying job, you were broke and needed the money,

so you foolishly accepted with no questions asked.

You can keep fooling me.

You were walking back to your car after that successful interview excited about your new job

You woke up in a silk bed with this six-foot monster staring at you, you screamed in terror and tried to run away,

you screamed in terror and tried to run away, but he was quicker and caught you before you could even touch the knob.

you could even touch the doorknob. Your small attempt to escape from him

resulted in a `little punishment`, after that you quickly learned to comply with his demands without

his demands without any kind of protest.

He kept you isolated, only a few of his proxies were allowed to approach you,

but only to give you food or water. You were like a maiden trapped in a tower with no escape

with no chance of escape.

Now you were trapped, trapped in this huge glass castle with this monster and his servants, trapped in this

monster and his servants, you couldn't remember the last time you talked to your friends, the last time you could remember the last time you could

friends, the last time you could hug your parents, the last time... you felt what it was to be free.

what it was like to be free.

He treated you like a doll, a doll that he could show off to other monsters

like him. You of course didn't like that behaviour, but you couldn't do anything without ending up in a basement with chains.

anything without ending up in a cellar with chains and small but painful wounds all over your body.

all over your body.

Hands in your pockets, like you always hide them.

You soon adapted to him, you could have anything you wanted, except your freedom. But you

you didn't want any of that, you wanted to be free, you wanted to hug your parents again,

you wanted to go back to your friends. But that would be impossible.

After a time when you were good eh you did everything as he demanded,

he began to trust you a little more, letting you wander around certain areas of the castle,

always supervised by one or two of his proxies of course.

Listen to me, you can never escape from here, you were mine from the moment I saw you in that restaurant.

restaurant. You are my property. Honey, it hurts me a lot more than it hurts you, believe me.

You're my most precious doll and if I have to hurt you to keep you with me,

I will do it and no one can stop me. ``

He said this to you after mentally torturing you for asking him if any of you had ever been hurt.

Zalgo had made it VERY clear that if you set foot outside the castle you would regret it.

of the castle you would regret it.

It's dangerous, so you'd better take a step back.

You were always covered with bruises and marks from him claiming your body, you felt dirty, you

dirty, you bathed multiple times every time he finished giving you what he mistakenly called ``love''.

wrongly called ``love''. His ``love`` consisted of showering you with jewellery and expensive

expensive things, showing you off and abusing you, You couldn't stand to be there anymore.

You'll become a sultana if you keep bathing every three minutes."

``What do I disgust you so much that you take a bath every time I touch you? ``

"Stop crying, it was just a few strokes.

"I'm dying of love somewhere.

For the time you were in the castle you only wondered what you had done to deserve this.

deserved this, you cried silently every night while that monster clung to you with his enormous

clung to you with his huge arms.

Why are you crying?"

"Don't you love me?"

"It's no big deal."

Even when he gave you space, you knew he was still there, watching your every move as if he expected you to

you made as if he was waiting for you to make a mistake.

Don't hide your eyes, I know you're there'' One day, someone got careless... You saw that little carelessness as an opportunity

and you didn't hesitate twice before running like hell into the forest behind the imposing

the devil into the forest behind the imposing castle. It wouldn't be long before

No, I don't want to let go of everything.

You just ran and ran through the dark forest, tripped over a branch and fell down a small cliff.

you fell down a small cliff, you didn't care how much damage you got from the fall or how much cold you felt in your

how cold you felt in your body from the snow, you kept running through the snow not knowing if what you crunched through the

you didn't know if it was the snow that was crunching or your bones, you were longing to finally be free.

to be free. You were sick of it all and your heart was just burning hard.

You didn't know how long you had been running, but you made it to a highway,

you felt a piercing gaze behind you, he was watching you...you knew it and you just

you ran faster across the highway and through the snow until you reached a familiar place.

You were freezing to death and you just wondered if they would let you visit them after all this time.

you wondered if they would let you visit them after so long without communication.

You tried to take a few more steps when the house disappeared and your body couldn't take it anymore.

you were now in the forest, again, you felt their eyes on you again.

you again.

He appeared in front of your limp body, he just looked at you, you knew what awaited you once you returned to his castle.

Once you returned to his castle of horrors, you just wanted to die.

legs with his inhumanly huge hand and dragged you across the floor.

Did you really think you could escape, honey I told you before, you are MY property, you belong to ME.

property, you belong to ME`` as he spoke and scolded you for your attempt to escape from his clutches you just

escape from his clutches you just wished you had never been accepted, you wished you never

you wished you had never come close to that man with the yellow eyes, you wished for many things.

but what you wished for most was to feel the warmth of your parents hugging you again.

You hadn't seen your parents in years, even though you didn't have the best relationship with them.

after deciding what career path you would take, you still missed them and wanted to go back to them.

that would be a hundred times better than this.

I'm freezing in the cold, can I visit you?

I'm sick of everything and my heart burns indifferently".

You could no longer bear the cold and the pain, your body could not take it anymore, before you lost consciousness you could only see the

before you lost consciousness you could only see the snow falling.

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[yuellii]

could you maybe write something with zima/зима :3? i loved your writings with neuvilette!!!!

“ Now... now I'm going out for a walk... The moonlight is... beautiful... It's good for writing... Maybe... you should try to write a poem too. ” — zima / gn reader

There’s a particular silence in the air in which you have yet to get accustomed to; but for Zima, it was his comfortably preferred state of existence.

He does not speak a word to you in the middle of this cold expanse, the top of his cheeks a snowy pink hue as the bottom half of his face is buried warm under the top of his coat. This old, stone bridge was icy, yet it was glimmering under the brilliant moonlight. A mere simplicity his eyes followed—from the cracks of stone to the sightless ocean, from the ocean to the cloudless sky, and from the sky to the lonely moon. A serenity that encompassed nature; also only a serenity that encompassed you.

You, who encompassed his blanking mind of ethereal solace no poet could ever portray.

Due to his nature of silence, though it does not register to him—perhaps it does not occur to you how lines and lines of the prettiest sentences form in his head just at the sight of you, nor the penmanship inking the inner folds of his sleeves. They were stained with all the words he can think of to describe you, and all the rhyming lines that rivaled you to the royalty and to the heavens. He was quite dramatic at heart… But you didn’t need to know that.

No, not when he can barely form words around you. Not when sometimes, he has too many words to say and he cannot speak a single one of them. Not when you cloud his thoughts with foreign phrases—so admirably, and so helplessly lovestruck in analogy—he can’t even begin to try and translate to English. And so he keeps his mouth shut under his coat, choosing a silence he knows so well.

He sees you stop at the top of the bridge from his peripherals, halting in his steps to join as you stare out into the moonlit ocean. You were just as cold as he was—he could see it in the crinkle of your eyes; but when your head leans to rest on his arm, there’s a beating of his heart that makes him feel warmer than a fire.

“Are you cold?” you ask, gently like the brushing waves below.

“…No.”

It’s so artful, painfully woven like ribbon around his eyes, like he’s blinded by your brilliance in rivalry to the moon. Any poet would kill for a muse like you.

Yet, he still can’t find the words.

Maybe one day, he’ll be able to ink something. Maybe one day, his pen will be able to form something as beautiful as you are. But for now, in this present moment ( from the moon, to the stars, to the ocean, and to the ever-gleaming ice framing perfectly around the Earth ), even all nature were utterly minuscule to the way he thought of you.

🕰️ ;; thankyew anon for liking all my neuvillette fics because i hope they are clear to show how absolutely deranged and delusional i am over him ( insanity )

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[akutasoda]

Hello!! Can I request for Зима x pianist!reader? I think the dynamic of it would be fun :))

poetical melodies

synopsis - sometimes hobbies and passions align perfectly

includes - Зима [Zima]

warnings - gn!reader, reader is a pianist, fluff, wc - 377

↪while zima cared little for any hobbies you had, the little joy you would show toward them made him care more and more. but playing piano seemed to intrigue him as he did have a slight fondness for them.

↪if he were to be more specific, he enjoyed the more classical pieces. so if you knew how to play them - specifically his favourites - he would enjoy sitting in the room with you and using it as inspiration for his pieces. he would note that they always became his favourites.

↪but regardless he did enjoy simply listening to you play. it was comforting for him as he normally would like to listen later at night as he could focus on your playing and really immerse himself.

↪eventually if you agreed, he would start requesting you to learn certain songs that he either enjoyed or he could reminisce upon songs from his homeland, even though some memories were less than desirable.

↪and it went the other way around as well. a common past time for you and him would be him reading you his poems. while most the time it was in russian as he struggled with his english, you had gotten to the point where you could guess what he was on about even if you couldn't speak russian.

↪but because of this he did try and learn a bit more english or whatever language you spoke as sometimes he felt bad for you not being able to understand. but in some way it added more meaning to the poems.

↪he may be interested in learning piano after a while. it seemed somewhat calming to play, no matter the struggles to actually learn in the first place. and if you ever agreed to teach him, i can imagine him being naturally very good at it.

↪and if he ever learnt properly you two would definitely would do duets. practicing pieces that you two played in sync and those would also be his favourites. just anything you two did together would be in his memory forever.

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[stellar-skyy]

INFO & RULES - ♡

i. asks/interactions are always welcome! i love talking to people, so don't be afraid to send a message :D that being said, do not send nsfw asks (i am still a minor), and please be polite. ii. please be patient! i have adhd and get burnt out easily, meaning requests can take me anywhere between hours and months. i will do my best to get it done in a timely manner, but i cannot guarantee anything. iii. don't offer unasked-for criticism, constructive or otherwise. i write for fun, and i don't care if you think it's helpful. unless i am explicitly asking for it, just don't. on that note, if you think my writing is terrible or ooc either scroll past or block me. any hateful messages or asks will be deleted. iv. please don't ask to be mutuals! i follow selectively, so it makes me feel kinda awkward. v. do not interact if you are: a minor who creates/interacts with NSFW content. under 13 or over 35. basic dni criteria. a mdni/fully nsfw blog. someone who does not respect boundaries. (this post may be updated in the future!)

REGARDING REQUESTS...

i. topics that i won't do are: smut/nsfw/anything suggestive. dark content, including yandere. pregnancy. cheating. ii. at this point in time, i write for gn!reader only. do not request fem/masc reader. iii. all requests with child/child-like characters (or any characters i see as younger than 18) are platonic only. iv. please specify if you want your request to be platonic or romantic! i am more comfortable writing platonic x readers, but i'm alright with either. v. i have the right to reject or delete any request that makes me uncomfortable or i am uninterested in.

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR:

(italicized and bolded characters are platonic only!) GENSHIN: Alhaitham, Arataki Itto, Arlecchino, Bennett, Chiori, Collei, Columbina, Cyno, Faruzan, Fischl, Freminet, Furina, Gorou, Hu Tao, Kaveh, Kaedehara Kazuha, Kujou Sara, Layla, Lynette, Lyney, Neuvillette, Nilou, Qiqi, Sangonomiya Kokomi, Shikanoin Heizou, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Xingqiu, Yoimiya, Zhongli HONKAI STAR RAIL: Arlan, Asta, Aventurine, Blade, Clara, Dan Heng (including Imbibitor Lunae), Herta, Himeko, Kafka, March 7th, Natasha, Sampo, Silver Wolf, Tingyun, Welt, Yanqing. REVERSE 1999: (disclaimer! i am currently not writing for reverse 1999.) An-An Lee, Centurion, Click, Druvis iii, Horrorpedia, John Titor, Lilya, Medicine Pocket, Melania, Pavia, Poltergeist, Regulus, Schneider, Sonnetto, Sotheby, Tooth Fairy, Зима. BUNGOU STRAY DOGS: (disclaimer! i am currently not writing for bungou stray dogs.) Akutagawa Gin, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Dazai Osamu, Edgar Allen Poe, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Izumi Kyouka, Kunikida Doppo, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Miyazawa Kenji, Nakahara Chuuya, Nakajima Atsushi, Nikolai Gogol, Ozaki Kouyou, Sigma, Suehiro Tecchou, Tachihara Michizou, Yosano Akiko, Yumeno Kyuusaku. STARDEW VALLEY: Abigail, Elliott, Leah, Sam.

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[hoteldreamss]

Don't say you're over me 1

Hvitserk x reader (x ivar)

Часть 2 // Часть 3

Ты была рядом с Иваром и Хвитсерком, когда они решили, что должны отомстить за Аслауг и завоевать Каттегат обратно.

Тебя терзали сомнения касаемо войны между братьями Лодброками. Но их желание мести было правильным. И ты всегда была близка с Иваром и, может, немного с Хвитсерком.

Но постепенно ты стала намного ближе с Хвитсерком. Особенно когда Ивар сделал королевой Фрейдис, а потом объявление о её беременности заставило его вовсе забыть о тебе. Хвитсерк, конечно, не ревновал Фрейдис к своему брату, но он видел, как Ивар начал называть себя богом и искренне верить в это. И тогда старший Рагнарссон понял, что его младший брат переходит все границы.

— Я давно тебя не видел, Т/И, — произносит Ивар, когда подходит к тебе и Хвитсерку, пока вы сидели за столом в большом зале, со всеми, ужиная и выпивая.

— Я была занята своим домом, Ивар, — произносишь ты, невольно улыбнувшись, когда вспоминаешь истинную причину своего частого отсутствия на небольших пирах нового короля.

Хвитсерк кладёт руку тебе на поясницу и приободряющие улыбается. Ты не была так глупа, чтобы верить в милосердие или доброту Ивара. И ты предполагала, что Хвитсерк не может подумать о том, что его брат проявит к тебе свою собственническую натуру. Даже если Ивар одержим другой женщиной.

— Значит теперь у тебя новый дом? — Ивар заметил, что Хвитсерк также стал реже появляться в зале.

И он мог сложить дважды два, он заметил твоё отсутствие и своего брата. Ему ничего не стоило, чтобы сказать своим людям проследить за тобой и Хвитсерком, чтобы убедиться в догадках.

— Я могу вас только поздравить, брат! — Ивар смотрит на Хвитсерка, а потом переводит взгляд на тебя.

Ты готова поклясться, что Ивар не особо рад этому. Его взгляд полон озорства, как в тот момент, когда он заливал раскалённый металл в глотку священнику. Тогда ты поняла насколько безумен был младший Рагнарссон.

— Спасибо, Ивар, — Хвитсерк искренне рад, пока ты и Ивар смотрите друг другу в глаза.

— И я бы хотел попросить тебя отправиться к конунгу Олафу Толстому.

— Сейчас? — Хвитсерк усмехается. — Сейчас же зима. Как наступит весна, я сразу смогу отправиться.

Ты чувствуешь лёгкую тревогу. Пока Ивар улыбается, а Хвитсерк выглядит немного потерянным. Ты тянешься за выпивкой, отведя взгляд от Ивара.

Народ вокруг вас продолжает веселиться. Смех, песни и отрывки разговоров доносятся до тебя, заставляя на пару секунд отвлечься от накаляющейся ситуации между братьями и тобой.

— Эти дела не ждут, Хвитсерк. Рано или поздно Бьёрн или Харальд захотят напасть, и мы должны быть готовы.

Ивар не отступит, и ты прекрасно это видела и знала. Но Хвитсерк уверен, что его брату просто важно иметь больше воинов на своей стороне. Хви слишком рад за вас, слишком счастлив, чтобы снова открыть глаза и понять, что происходит с его младшим братом.

— После свадьбы, я отправлюсь к нему, — соглашается Хвитсерк и взяв твою руку в свою, оставляет поцелуй на твоих костяшках, пока переводит взгляд на тебя.

Твои губы искажаются в милой улыбке, а глаза наполняются теплом и любовью, когда ты смотришь на своего будущего мужа.

— Значит, скоро у моего дорогого брата свадьба! — Ивар кричит об этом и все люди в зале радуются.

Он поднимается со своего места и хлопает Хвитсерка по плечу, когда подходит к нему ближе.

— Поздравляю, Т/И, ты получила то, что хотела, не так ли? — с усмешкой говорит Ивар, наклонившись к тебе.

— Я получила даже больше, — произносишь ты, прекрасно понимая подтекст его слов.

Ты не станешь врать. Хвитсерк стал для тебя чем-то большим, чем просто другом, или же братом твоего друга. Если бы не он, ты бы могла покинуть город, не желая больше быть рядом с Иваром. Но вы с Хвитсерком просто узнали друг друга лучше, и он влюбился в тебя, был верен тебе, и ты ответила ему взаимностью.

Вы были нужны друг другу. Вы любили друг друга и наслаждались всем этим.

Ивар уходит от вас, направляясь обратно к своему трону и своей королеве. Пока ты провожаешь его взглядом.

— Ты выглядишь встревоженной, всё в порядке? — интересуется Хви, посмотрев на тебя с волнением.

Он всегда знал, что ты любила Ивара, была предана ему сердцем. Но сейчас ты сидела рядом с ним, смотрела на него с любовью, и этой ночью он завладеет твоим телом снова. А ты отдашься ему без остатка, как обычно. Ваш дом был общим, и на этой же недели ты выйдешь за него замуж. Он не мог быть счастливее, и просто старался забыть о твоих чувствах к его младшему брату.

В конце концов, ты никогда не признавалась, это были только догадки и не больше.

— Поговорим дома, хорошо? — просишь ты, оставляя быстрый поцелуй на его губах и отстраняясь. Твоя улыбка слабая, но это всё на что ты способна, чтобы сделать вид, будто тебя ничего не тревожит.

Ночью Хвитсерк не так пьян, как ты могла бы предположить. Но он ласков и настойчив, когда дверь за вами закрывается.

— Я так сильно люблю тебя, — он почти шепчет, держа свои тёплые ладони на твоих щеках и продолжая целовать тебя.

Ты невольно хихикаешь от того, как он трётся своим носом об твою щёку.

— Ты ведь любишь меня? Скажи, что любишь меня, — его голос надломленный, отчаянный.

И ты не понимаешь такой потребности, только хмуришься от замешательства.

— Хвитти, почему ты спрашиваешь? — ты немного волнуешься за него, но стараешься свалить этот вопрос на эль и медовуху, которую вы пили.

— Потому что я знаю, что ты любила и может ещё любишь Ивара, — он говорит это тихо, почти не слышно, прижимается своим лбом к твоему.

Он готов услышать, что ты всё ещё любишь его брата, но он будет счастлив, если ты скажешь, что также любишь и его. Он не будет против делить тебя, если ты останешься хотя бы так с ним. Ему просто нужно, чтобы ты любила его, даже если он не будет единственным для твоего сердца.

Твои ладони скользят к его шее, ты оставляешь медленный поцелуй на его губах, но не углубляешь его.

— Я любила Ивара, пока не поняла, что он не испытывает ко мне того же. — Ты опускаешь взгляд. Тебе раньше не приходилось говорить о своих чувствах или заявлять о них. — И я очень благодарна тебе за то, что ты был рядом со мной, когда я чувствовала себя не нужной никому. И я люблю тебя, Хвитсерк. Я бы выбрала тебя, между… кем угодно. Потому что ты единственный, кто мне нужен.

Твой взгляд встречается с его. Хвитсерк видит, какая ты уязвимая сейчас перед ним и не может не оценить это. Он счастлив с тобой, и то, что происходит с его братом может уже не так сильно его волнует. Конечно, он думает о том, как решить проблему с жестоким королём Каттегата, но ты с ним, и ты всегда помогала ему, заставляла его не сдаваться и верить в самого себя.

— Мы поженимся уже через две ночи, — говорит он. — Я уже жду момента, когда смогу заполнить тебя и сделать беременной.

Ты довольно улыбаешься. Хвитсерк хотел видеть тебя матерью своих детей, и ты не могла не желать того же. Хотя может ты была взволнована и напугана, но не хотела его расстраивать.

Ивар любил Фрейдис. Она единственная, кто искренне верил в его божественность. Хотя ты всегда верила в величие Ивара, ты ни раз говорила ему, что есть вещи, которые не могут просто принадлежать ему. Ты говорила ему правду. Ты говорила ему честно и искренне о всём, о чём он просил.

Но сейчас он чувствует себя не так, видя, как его брат женится на тебе. Ты ведь могла бы выглядеть такой же красивой и прекрасной рядом с ним, разве нет?

Он знал о твоих чувствах, догадывался и может испытывал что-то похожее, пока не появилась Фрейдис. Потом он и впрямь забыл о тебе. Она проникла в его сознание и сделала его мысли однобокими, неправильными.

И теперь он должен просто радоваться за тебя, он знает. Он знает, что должен радоваться за Хвитсерка.

Но он не может.

Он также не может тебя отпустить, когда ты говоришь ему, что собираешься покинуть Каттегат.

Фрейдис была в покоях Ивара. Пока ты с ним сидела за столом и говорила ему, что встретишься с Хвитсерком за пределами Каттегата. Сказала, что пойдёшь навстречу Хви, через день. А после, вы может уедете, покинете родные земли.

Ивар не мог предполагать твоего предательства, хотя ты знала о том, что собирается сделать твой муж. Вы договорились, что ты направишься навстречу войску, которое он приведёт. И ты не могла считать себя предателем, может ты просто не рассказала то, что могло даже не произойти.

Это война братьев Лодброков, не больше и не меньше. Ты не причём здесь, тебя лишь волнует то, что ты желала сохранить свою жизнь и жизнь своего мужа.

— Почему ты хочешь уйти? — спрашивает Ивар, кажется, искренне не понимая твоих желаний.

— Ты же знаешь, почему. Я не собираюсь тешить твоё эго, как делает это твоя жена. Мне не нравится жить в городе, которым управляет тиран.

Ивар потерял ребёнка. Совсем недавно, он сомневался во всём после этого. Сомневался, что сделал правильный выбор и, что Фрейдис была всегда верна ему и любила его. И волей или нет, но он вспомнил тебя. Вспоминал каждый день, думал о вашем прошлом и о том, что нужно было быть смелее или может не таким слепым.

Его сны стали иными. Теперь он даже в них видел тебя. Свою отважную Т/И, которая всегда была на его стороне, даже когда он был не прав и вы оба знал это, ты всегда была рядом.

— Ты снилась мне. Сегодня. — Он разрушает молчание между вами, поднимает на тебя взгляд и надеется найти там заинтересованность, тот блеск, или непонятное ему чувство, что он видел в тебе раньше. Со временем он понял, что ты смотрела на него всегда с восхищением. Как влюблённая девушка.

Но сейчас твой взгляд был пустым. Ничего не показывало в твоих глазах прежних чувств к нему, потому что их больше не было.

— Ты хочешь, чтобы я спросила, что именно снилось? — сухо, без агрессии, спрашиваешь ты, глядя на Ивара. — Просто скажи то, что хочешь сказать.

Он усмехается. Фрейдис никогда бы так не сказала. Он всегда подыгрывала. Всегда говорила то, что он хотел слышать.

— Мы были на том поле, о котором знали только ты и я. Сидели под тем большим деревом, и ты кормила меня персиками, — произносит Ивар, отведя от тебя взгляд и кажется вспоминая то, что видел. Он выглядит немного потерянным, не таким придурком каким был, когда чувствовал любовь к своей "идеальной" жене. — Их сок тёк по твоим рукам. Ты была такой счастливой.

Твои губы чуть заметно дёрнулись в улыбке. Но ты быстро себя одёргиваешь.

Ты долго была в печали после того, как Ивар представил новую королеву Каттегату. Тебе не хотелось быть королевой, но тебе хотелось быть с Иваром, если бы не Хвитсерк, ты бы была слишком опечалена ещё долгое время.

— Чего ты хочешь, Ивар? — ты набираешься терпения и сил, чтобы не сказать ему, что всегда была счастливой, когда вы оказывались на той зелёной поляне вдвоём. — Я не понимаю тебя. Раньше понимала, но теперь, кажется, нет. Поэтому не говори намёками.

После того, как он назвал себя богом, как начал запугивать людей, ты перестала его понимать. А после того, как он сжёг заживо тех, кто не считал его хорошим королём, ты вовсе посчитала, что теперь этот человек тебе чужой.

— Я не хочу отпускать тебя, — произносит Ивар.

Твои губы расплываются в улыбке, а взгляд наполнен печалью.

— Ты не властен надо мной, Ивар. Потому что ты не бог, потомок, может быть, но не бог.

Он только кивает. Ты не знала отпустит он тебя или нет, предполагала, что пошлёт своих людей убить тебя, но он этого не сделал.

Ивар приказал людям схватить тебя и заковать в цепи. Ты была в небольшой хижине, рядом с большим домом Ивара. Он нацепил на тебя цепи, и говорил, что хочет, чтобы ты была здесь. Говорил, что Хвитсерк вернётся, и он отпустит тебя к нему, а потом вы просто останетесь. Конечно, Ивар не подозревал, что ты знаешь о планах своего мужа и может даже Ивар не верил, что Хвитсерк может предать его. Не верил, что его старший брат способен на что-то большее, чем быть чьим-то пёсиком.

— Не смотри так на меня, — произносит Ивар, когда проходит к твоей кровати.

Теперь на тебе не было цепей, только окна с прутьями и запертые дверь сковывали твою свободу. Рабы приходили к тебе, заботились о твоём состоянии, а снаружи был стража Ивара.

— Бьёрн снова станет королём Каттегата, — произносишь ты. — Ты не сможешь долго сдержать их.

До тебя дошли слухи о первом нападении Бьёрна, Харальда и Хвитсерка.

— Они не нападут второй раз. Я уничтожил большую часть их ещё при первой попытке. И они не могут проникнуть сюда. Думаю, твой муж приползёт на коленях ко мне, моля меня, чтобы я отпустил тебя и простил его.

Ты не удивишься, если Ивара не свергнут. Наоборот. Ты даже немного уверена, что Ивар останется королём, его ум сильнее, чем у большинства людей. Даже не смотря на яд Фрейдис в его сознании.

Но тебе не хватает сил озвучить свои истинные мысли.

Ты ничего не решаешься сказать касаемо его войны с братьями.

— Что ты сделаешь со мной? — интересуешься у Ивара.

— Не знаю. — Он пожимает плечами. — То, что мне станет угодно.

Ты могла только ждать его решение. И надеется на то, что Бьёрн одержит победу, и ты снова увидишь Хвитсерка.

Ты и впрямь увидишь его ещё раз, только на этот раз на других землях.

— Он держит её взаперти. Она желала уйти, но он решил запереть её, — произносит Фрейдис, смотря на Хвитсерка. — Её двери всегда под наблюдением. И она, скорее всего, прикована.

Ему было достаточно этого, чтобы набраться решительности и быть уверенным в том, чтобы пойти против своего брата ещё раз.

Хвитсерк желал увидеть тебя, найти в ближайших домах, но даже в дальних он тебя не обнаружил.

Потому что ты была с Иваром. И об этом Хвитсерк узнал от одного из служителей своего брата "Бога". Того человека, который будет публично казнён или изгнан.

Ивар сбежал, вместе с тобой. Насильно потащил тебя к лошадям и к колеснице. Его люди помогли ему с побегом и твоим послушанием.

Конечно, Ивар запретил им причинять тебе боль, но он разрешил им держать твои руки связанными.

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