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shirefantasies · 3 months

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hi!! I love your writing so I'd like to request if that's ok :D please could you write a preference scenario (romantic plz) for all the Hobbit characters with an s/o with touch as their love language? if you'd feel comfortable making it a little suggestive then that'd be amazing but don't worry if not, fluff is more than ok with me!

thank you! <3

Your kind words do my heart wonders lovie 🥹🥰 also absolutely 100% take my metaphorical money 💸🫶🏻 some are more suggestive than others just based on the personalities/natures of the characters but I really hope you love it!!! 💕 threw in some extra non-company characters since the ask sounded comprehensive, enjoy 😉

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

Balin

✧ His contented sighs and sounds of pleasure at your affection are some of the most encouraging things you’ve heard.

✧ Loves pressing kisses to your bare shoulders.

✧ Balin is always the one to help dress you, little touches like doing up your laces and things, but he is also the one who helps undress you at the end of the day. Hands carefully working over you to undo every tie of your garments, eyes trying not to roam too far, instead opting to search yours…

✧ He has this little habit of sliding his hands up your sleeves to caress your arms.

✧ Occasionally calls you a pet name he tends to reserve for in private just to flip the script upon his own reaction to your touches.

Dwalin

✧ Gives you the proudest smirk and chuckles deeply when he feels your hands upon him.

✧ You rest your head against him only to feel him move it aside with a surprising gentleness before his lips are on your neck.

✧ When you tell him that you’re cold and reach into the folds of his coat, he remarks with great satisfaction that he knows a way you two could keep warm.

✧ Sparring sessions with Dwalin tend to end up with you pinned and straddled, his gaze boring intensely into yours.

✧ Party trick as it may seem to be, Dwalin can even turn lifting you up on his bicep sensual if he so desires, his other hand reaching for you as you pull to his lips.

Thorin

✧ The type to tell you ‘no, not here’ when he feels you pulling into him, then cave and proceed to kiss you so hard you lose all breath in your lungs.

✧ The further your relationship goes on, soon it will come to your notice how accustomed you are to the feeling of Thorin’s hand protectively about your waist nearly at all times, giving it the occasional squeeze.

✧ Cannot keep his hands off you if you wear his coat, especially if you are wearing little to nothing else.

✧ It’s irresistible to tease Thorin just to see the arch of his brows in surprise at your forward motions, be they placing his hands upon you or roaming yours over him.

✧ Driving Thorin crazy is quite easy, my friend- simply whisper “yes, My King” in his ear.

Oin

✧ Shamelessly makes jokes about how you should slow down, he is the one who's supposed to give you the check-up after all.

✧ Knowing the most about bodies and being studied in their reactions, he very quickly learns both your habits and in turn the places you prefer to be touched.

✧ His massages are expert, heavenly, his hands working over all the right muscles and spots. Such moments are an excuse for you to look through Oin’s oils and choose your favorite scent or mood.

✧ Insists he only know how to undress you so fast from having to do it in emergencies, he swears…

✧ Whispers his desires into your ear, but favors your love of demonstrations to save you having to call out private matters through his trumpet in front of the whole camp.

Gloin

✧ If you were to open up a dictionary and look up the word 'handsy', you would see a picture of Gloin beneath it; he adores the fact that you're the same, proud to tell anyone you can't keep your hands off him.

✧ One of his favorite sensations upon this earth is the way your hands slide over his chest, sometimes even grabbing the edges of his coat, as your lips collide.

✧ Another is when your fingers tangle into his hair, even if they end up pulling a bit.

✧ Bedtime all but brings Gloin wrestling you down into position where he can hold you or lie on top of you. Whether you stay that way or not is up to you…

✧ Puffs out his chest first, then sweeps you into the kiss of a lifetime the day you absentmindedly run your hands over him and squeeze his arms, complimenting his muscles.

Bifur

✧ When allowed to, his hands will roam your body as if trying to memorize every inch of it.

✧ Absentmindedly strokes a hand up and down your legs when you throw them in his lap.

✧ Has been known to silently slip off articles of your clothing and offer pieces of his instead.

✧ In addition to that, he has the teasing habit of sliding hands into your clothes, especially when they’ve gotten cold, just to see and feel the way you contort and shiver in shock.

✧ Signs obscene things with such a straight face or look of mild questioning when you initiate affection, laughing wickedly at your reply of shock or eagerness.

Bofur

✧ I maintain that Bofur adores affection and is unafraid to show it, even going so far as to hold you in his lap and show you (and the fact that only he can do that) off!

✧ As you stand together, foreheads resting against each other, you can feel his hands draw patterns upon your hips.

✧ Even cuddling with Bofur is quite a sensual experience, your limbs a tangle and his lips often sneaking their way to find your neck or chest.

✧ You can always feel him smile against you when your tongue slides to the seam of his lips, deepening the kiss instantly.

✧ Bofur also quite enjoys nibbling on your earlobes if you let him, taking breaks between kisses over there.

Bombur

✧ Blushes at your affections and gives you a look like you are an angel upon the earth.

✧ Main offender of turning a peck onto the cheek into more at the last minute, turning to capture your lips instead.

✧ Occasionally forgets himself amidst your nature and gets a wee bit too comfortable; tells you you have something on your face at dinner and then proceeds to kiss or lick it off like that’s normal procedure.

✧ Almost always has a hand upon your knee or thigh beneath the table, too. Sometimes it remains stationary, other times not so much.

✧ Tends to mirror the affections you give under the assumption that you give what you desire. Sometimes does the things that pleasure you most with the silence, but the most eager look you’ve ever seen, questioning if he’s doing well because frankly he enjoys the praise.

Dori

✧ Definitely more prim and proper about things, so all of that must be in private!

✧ That being said, 'collecting firewood' is a great excuse to go somewhere secluded and enjoy each other’s company behind a tree.

✧ Always asking if you’re enjoying things to learn what gives you the most pleasure, following your responses to his every kiss and touch.

✧ You can feel it in the way he touches you, responds to your touch, that he is all but wondering if you are real or someone who stumbled forth from his wildest dreams set to disappear back into the recesses of his mind.

✧ Takes your hand and places kisses up your arm, sometimes getting less gentlemanly as he goes along.

Nori

✧ You are two peas in a pod! Keeping his hands to himself is barely in Nori’s vocabulary.

✧ When you kiss you can fully expect to feel them roaming, sometimes settling for a grip upon the hindquarters or others running up and down your back.

✧ Lets his lips brush the shell of your ear as he leans in to whisper all sorts of messages, be they comments on the others or promises for the evening.

✧ If your hair is long enough, he loves to tangle his hands in it and tug it in your most intimate moments.

✧ Do not expect to sit down without his grip upon your thigh or even the feeling of your skirt’s edge lifting if you wear one…

Ori

✧ Goes bright red at the way you’re always keeping connected, a hand over his or even both around him.

✧ When you yank him in by the scarf for a passionate kiss, why he’s in heaven, smiling into every motion.

✧ Desperation colors his kisses at times, sending his hands gripping you for dear life and his lips searching for treasure he finds with you again and again.

✧ Has never voiced this, but you can tell by the way his breath hitches that he loves it when you wrap your legs around him.

✧ If he is feeling quite bold you may catch Ori sneaking a hand into your pocket, usually to find yours or place a little surprise gift knowing the small touch keeps your heart warm.

Fili

✧ Loves the way your hands slide around his waist and up his tunic, searching for the warmth of his skin.

✧ Knowing how loved you feel by his touch, Fili often keeps you right beneath his arm, halfway embracing as you stroll.

✧ Traps you with his legs upon taking his desired big spoon role, finding new and creative ways to wrap them around you that may apply in later times as well.

✧ Adores when you shuffle underneath him while he does push-ups, kissing your lips, cheeks, or neck with each bob down. You know the shifts of his mood by if this changes to bites.

✧ Bites upon your neck are another common occurrence, leaving you to tease him that you’ll need a whole new wardrobe of turtlenecks!

Kili

✧ He’s right there with you, whether it’s simply wanting to be holding hands all the time or playfully giving your arse a light smack as you walk by!

✧ You two already have the habit of resting one’s legs upon the other’s lap, but if you happen to wear a skirt when it’s your turn…

✧ Cups your face and looks at you with the biggest smile, breathless in your presence before a kiss that has you barely separating for air, but never fully apart.

✧ One of his habits is catching your hands as they trace over his body when they reach a spot he really likes to be touched.

✧ His hands tend to slide down your back and settle upon your hindquarters when you two share kisses.

Bilbo

✧ Sometimes you’ll just pass the burglar by, running a hand down his arm and giving him a look that has him flushing beet red.

✧ Another one who prefers these things in private, but if you initiate and Bilbo is feeling quite bold he may deftly sneak a hand into your back pocket as you walk. Only if no one is behind you two, of course.

✧ Nuzzles his nose against your before kissing you like he isn’t about to dip you passionately.

✧ Whatever access to your skin is granted, Bilbo practically worships it, awed and reverent in his every touch.

✧ He loves resting his head against your chest, nuzzling in there and if he can peppering it with little kisses or maybe even nips.

Thranduil

✧ Teases the dickens out of you for the way you seek out his touch, practically purring into kisses and running your hands over his shoulders.

✧ Only to turn around and run his nails down your spine as your lips meet again and again…

✧ Upon shared meals, sometimes he will feed you things by hand, hoping you will be unafraid to let him feel you taking it from him.

✧ Much as you love surprising him with kisses, Thranduil hopes you enjoy the deeper feeling of your tongues entwined as much as he does. He is unafraid to use his tongue really practically anywhere you’ll let him.

✧ Trails kisses along your collarbones when you sit in his lap, often upon his throne.

Bard

✧ Laketown's bowman is opening himself to affection again, and receiving it is aiding in that pursuit, reminding him to give in to the desire to show it.

✧ Snaking a hand around your waist, he tugs you against his chest, smiling at the fall of your hand upon him.

✧ His eyelids flutter involuntarily shut at the feeling of your hand dragging slowly down his chest or along the length of his spine.

✧ You can feel his lips part in pure shock the first time your tongue travels along their entrance, but with great haste you are let in.

✧ Even if he is not always forthcoming with it, Bard longs for the comfort of another body nearly as much as you do. As he falls asleep, you can feel him relax, his head buried between your neck and shoulder as one hand travels up and down.

Beorn

✧ He definitely isn’t used to physical affection, starting or even glaring in surprise at first, but when he realizes your love is true, that is when you begin to feel the way Beorn melts into your touch, something different glinting in his brown eyes.

✧ His favorite form of affection is, quite simply, holding you against his chest, height allowing him to rest his head atop yours. From there, Beorn can hardly resist the way you lean up to press kisses to his neck.

✧ You tend to initiate many of your shared kisses, but Beorn inadvertently deepens them with his habit of nipping at your lips. He apologizes, but you assure him he has nothing to worry about.

✧ Finding out you love to cuddle means you’ll hardly find yourself sleeping without Beorn’s form draped protectively over you. Whether he soothes you or claims you entirely depends upon the night.

✧ Beorn’s bear-like tendencies come out in his affection sometimes, the way he rubs his head or sides against yours.

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graveyard-society · 2 years

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Saw your olba art AND FIRST OF ALL?¿??? I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE???? Second of all, love the fantasy au, I'm a suckers for fantasy and ESPECIALLY fantasy that involves water powers and witches so, have you thought of a way to how witches would work? also since cove it's half a merfolk does that mean that his water powers are limited?

AUGHDSDSDFC I DIDN'T EXPECT SOMEONE ELSE TO BE INTERESTED IN THE FANTASY AU OH MY 😭💕 i'm so glad you like my stuff omg,,,,

okay so, for the witches i'll answer that in a separate ask so um, stay tuned?

to make things clear, though (mind that some of these details may change): merfolk are blessed by the sea domain, it favors their kind and gifted children of the sea with passage and healing through it's waters. true merfolk seem to lack the ability to shapeshift, however, and can only manifest and retain a human form through enchanted items like charms and potions. most of the merfolk population has the ability to bend water, though it's more like the water responds to a mer's wishes. in other cases, they're actually more in tune with the aquatic vegetation than they are with the waves. but honestly, merfolk kind of just function like children of poseidon ("percy jackson" wise, books specifically)

as for cove and his magical properties (again, this may change in the future): basically as a half-mer he has the abilites of any other merperson, however his version is watered down*. - even if the waves may not respond to cove as well as it responds to kyra, the sea's healing properties applying to true merfolk do not lessen when you're a half-mer like cove. - being a child of both sea and land dominions, cove is gifted the ability to shapeshift into a (partly) human form. - that more human form of his actually still allows him to be perfectly fine underwater under some conditions. - like, he can't swim down as far as he can in his "mer" form, and also the water's temperature has a bit of an effect on him in comparison to his other form which is abundant with scales.

i think that's most of the things i can think of regarding merfolk lore. next up is witch lore! woooo! thank you very much for waiting, since school has been refusing to be nice to me (though, when has it ever?). and, another thank you for reading! i hope you have a great rest of your day/night <3

#pun not intended*#me: oh yes i am a fast replier #tumblr asks: are you sure about that #though this au has been turning my brain gears very nicely #years of fantasizing about a medieval fantasy realm has finally payed off #i get to infodump almost all the ideas that i've accumulated in the years #yes yes veeeery lovely #[evil cackling]#also i'm half asleep while writing this so if something didn't make sense that's why.#feel free to ask for clarification <3 #aiden.lore #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden

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filthyslashertoad · 2 years

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I love your profile pic and your header 😍 💗 💕

So I saw that your headers were open so I was hoping you could to do me... I have no idea what to put but I will try 🤷🏽‍♀️

So... I'm 5 foot 7 I'm African-American female. I am nice and love affection but I will get on you if you attack me or anyone I love. I am willing to work to build trust with people no matter how long it takes. I will take care of you and your basic needs, I cook clean whatever I make sure you're okay you have no injuries to take care of you. I am very romantic and I love R&B music I don't really like the rap nowadays I like old school music. I always have my earbuds in my ears while doing chores or stuff like that but otherwise I'm free, I don't really watch a lot of TV I'm always on my phone but if you need me I'm all ears. I like trying different hairstyles with my hair. I am adventurous I like doing different things and trying new food I'm also on the contrary I like to stay in house and just cuddle with my significant other #Michael Myers. I have a couple of friends but we don't usually hang out so I'm in the house. I like to eat snacks and I like to bake my significant other and do other romantic stuff. I'm not really mean unless you provoke me my style is kind of modern but also laid back like during the day I like little dress pants a little cool shirt with some heels I love bell bottom pants with some heels some heel boots with a black p coat (black and white are my favorite colors) and stuff like that and for night time I like wearing matching tops and bottoms and then I like to match clothes with my significant other if .for Halloween I would like to dress up as my significant other and my significant other dress up as me or be in the house and chill. I think about getting married and having kids with my significant other so not really sure how that's going to go but yeah. I'm also very in tune with some of my cultures designs like the colors and stuff so i might wear little cute African outfits with my waist beads and I do different styles with my hair and stuff, also I like that to dress and impress my significant other. I would make food for them, I'll treat them, I'll spoil my significant other. I'm open to anything their open with long as it has nothing to do with murder because no. sometimes I can be really playful and I can probably bug the shit out of my significant other but other times I could just be real chill do whatever needs to be done. so yeah that's about all I have because I really don't know what I'm supposed to write here so yeah thank you and I hope you have a great day 🙃😊🥰😌😝

Me: @njcrazy19

Oki

I match you with:

Bo Sinclair

Learnt how to cook just so you can try some of the food he grew up with.

Brings you clothes and stuff for baking whenever he goes into the other town.

Teases you for some of your music taste but he ends up listening to it while he's working in the gas station.

Secretly super needy for your attention and praise.

Often gives you love and affection hoping you'll return the favor.

#matchup #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax

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evelxtus · 2 years

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characters: scaramouche, childe, venti, and albedo

example: can you make it where you and scara are fighting and he snaps and calls you annoying so you leave, but you still have to return to scara because of work or something for the rest of the week.. but now a few days later, your really quiet and not talking much ( at work ) and he realized that and pulled you aside in another room and dramatically apologized? ( you accept his apology and you guys make up with a bunch of “ i love yous”)

SORRY ITS LONG BUT IM NOT GOOD AT DESCRIBING STUFF

— ❛ ᴡᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ !

pairing. . . scaramouche, childe, venti, albedo x gn! reader.

genre. . . angst to fluff.

warnings. . . not proofread, no mention of any pronouns, romantic angst (reader and character fight), implied relationship, swearing (like 2 times).

a/n. . . sorry for the time it took me to write, i hope you like this! please i loved writing childe's part... my bby 💕

⩩ SCARAMOUCHE.

“You know what? I'm sick of all this.” the fatui spits out all the rage that he has contained in the fight. You clench your jaw waiting for his next words, which he blurts out without fear of regret later. “You are fucking annoying. Why don't you do me a favor and annoy someone else? I don't have the need to put up with your tantrums.”

Is that so? Without further ado, you disappeared from his sight, slamming the door behind you. And when you had to approach him again about work issues, things were tense to worrying levels.

For some reason he always stared at you while you walked here and there, while you felt his withering gaze on the back of your neck and you didn't deign to look back at him. You're such a bother, why would you?

So you spent like this a whole week, and the situation was creating great impatience in Scaramouche, it was burning in his chest, and he couldn't leave things like that. Even he knows that sometimes his mouth betrays him in moments of anger...

You gasp when someone grabs your wrist firmly, practically dragging you to one of the empty offices. As soon as you arrive, Scara closes the door leaving you free for once. Well... "free" between those four walls in which you are now locked.

You rest your back on the wooden surface of said door, crossing your arms, reluctant to anything he has to say to you. “Any problem? I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm full of work.”

Scara looks away from you, letting out a resigned sigh. Wow, he was actually avoiding your gaze? That's new. His cheeks took a faint pink color.

“... Sorry.” he murmurs, eyebrows furrowed, heart beating fast, but he managed to control himself as best as he could.

“Excuse me?” you ask pretending you didn't hear him, only for him to repeat it louder. “What did you say?”

The fatui grunts, but indulges your needs by raising his voice a little higher and repeating exactly the same words as before. “I said I'm sorry. I thought you weren't deaf.”

“Of course I'm not deaf. I'm annoying.” you pointed out with a stab of resentment, Scara shook his head as if he was getting on his nerves.

“No… you're not annoying. And if you were, I'd love you the exact same way.” the boy approaches you doubtfully, hesitating whether to put his hand on your cheek or not, although he finally manages to do so. “I'll make it up to you however you want. But all I can do now is tell you that I really love you... and you're not a bother. Everyone is a nuisance, but not you, is that clear?”

You can't help but giggle at his ramblings. Snuggling your head against his hand, you accept his apology. “It's okay. It was getting difficult for me to go so long without talking to you.”

“Oh dear, you're telling me.” he responds relieved that the situation has turned out well.

You both stay in silence for a moment, thinking about what to do next, but you have it clear. You quickly give him a small kiss on the corner of his lips. And that was the simple trigger that led him to bring your lips together again, this time in a warmer kiss full of need.

“We should go back... to work...” you manage to say between kisses, but the boy's nimble hands climb up to your hair, caressing your head as he buries his fingers between your locks causing you to melt again in the temptation to continue with what you were doing.

“It's fine. There is nothing we can do now, anyway.” he answers once you part to take air, feeling his hot breath against your neck. “I locked the door, and I don't have the keys to this office.”

You can't blame him. He just wanted to apologize as soon as possible, and that was the first "private" place he saw nearby. Also, you have more time alone now. Not bad, right?

⩩ CHILDE.

You could swear that the neighbors listened to your discussion perfectly. If you raised your voice a little higher, he would surpass it even more. More or less, as if he's competing with you even in the worst situations. It was something this boy couldn't help doing.

“Just stop! I don't want to know anything more about you, don't you see? You are a fucking obstacle in my way. I don't have time for you.” Childe ends your fight with those firm words, leaving you alone in that room, his words echoing in your ears over and over again in a loop.

For this reason, the week passed slowly and agonizingly, seeing how you and the boy you love hardly speak because of that damn afternoon of arguing. You were too hurt to step forward for reconciliation, and he seemed totally oblivious to your feelings, as if none of it affected him. You saw him smile and talk to others with that youthful tone that he always has. Is it that he doesn't care about your relationship?

“I need to discuss a work thing with you, y/n.” he said suddenly, catching your attention. His voice was bossy, after all Childe was your superior. “Follow me.”

Without saying a word, you did what he ordered. He was taking you into his office, and you didn't look up to him not even once. You couldn't even look at his face, it was painful, although he didn't look at you either.

Entering the room, he closed the door behind him after letting you enter first. You stood in the middle of the room, looking down and waiting for that talk about work. Childe leaned against the door, finally looking at you.

“Y/n.” he calls your name in a softer tone, trying to make your gazes connect, which didn't happen. “Y/n, look at me please.”

His voice cracked a bit, this time causing you to look up at him almost out of inertia. Now that you took a closer look at him, you could notice the presence of dark circles under his orbs. Childe began to tear up when he looked at you, he wanted to throw himself into your arms and never let go again, but he had to control himself.

“I'm sorry. I was wrong.” His shaky voice made his happy boy facade crumble right in front of you. He had been having a hard time, he seemed even worse than you. When he received no response from you, his gaze dropped and a small tear rolled down his cheek. “Please, say something.”

You were so shocked by what was happening that you didn't realize that you had been staring at him all the time without saying anything. “Childe, I... what happened to you...?” You asked about his unkempt appearance.

“I couldn't sleep. The words I said to you... I remembered them every night and it made me feel... so despicable and guilty. I can't imagine how I made you feel. Why...? Why did I do it? If I love you more than my life...” His voice dropped lower and lower, as if he was reprimanding himself.

In a couple of light steps you were already in front of him, wrapping your arms around his torso and feeling how every muscle of the boy relaxed and responded quickly, hugging you back and getting closer to him. “I love you too, Ajax.”

He dropped his head on your shoulders, finally breaking down in tears like you've never seen him do before. He was sobbing and the fabric on your shoulders was wet with his tears, but you didn't care. You were happy to be with him again.

Some tears fell from your eyes, listening as between low sobs he repeated like a mantra “I love you, I love you, I love you”.

⩩ VENTI.

“Woah there, y/n. I think you're going out of line. Let's calm down a bit, okay?” Venti said, in a tone that seemed to blame you for starting the fight in the first place, and obviously your blood boiled.

“You started this, now you put up with everything I have to say to you. I've heard all your shit, now it's your turn.” you respond, pointing at him, but all he do is turn around and ignore you as if the thing was not with you. “Venti, I'm talking to you!”

“I really think you should calm down. You are kinda annoying right now, not to mention you're also interrupting me.” with an apparent calm smile he played a few chords on his lyre. It was a lost cause, he wasn't going to listen to you.

You don't know, but he has come to the tavern every night to get drunk and ask for advice on what to do about what happened between you two. Let's say... Kaeya convinced him to talk to you again, so Venti was the first one to look for you once all thoughts of him had cleared up.

“I'm really sorry, y/n... I should have listened to you... I acted inappropriately.” Venti sighed standing before you. He played with his fingers as if he were a scolded child.

It might seem a little weird, but despite how he put it out, he really was truly sorry.

“Is that so?” you ask looking at him warily. You didn't know if those words came from him, or it was a failed attempt to put into practice the advice of one of his drinking buddies.

“I've come to realize that... I never want to be without you... honestly, I couldn't forgive myself for hurting you in any way... I just want to protect you and make you happy, as you deserve.” he admitted looking to another point away from you. “Do you accept my apologies? I'll understand if you don't but it would be nice if-”

“I accept them. Venti, thank you for... being honest with me.” you answered with a smile, and he unexpectedly jumped to your side, bringing his mouth close to your ear.

“Then let me be a little more honest with you.” he whispered him with a smug smile you couldn't see. “I love you.~”

⩩ ALBEDO.

“So you have nothing else to do? I don't find myself in the mood to continue this conversation. I find it useless and somewhat irrelevant. Can we meet at some other time?”

He will want to keep the peace. He hates arguing and will never raise his voice tone, it is very, very difficult for him to do it. Perhaps being so serene while you are so angry makes you even more angry, so yes, it's better to leave.

But you won't know when to return, because it' not usually easy to find this boy. What if he's angry now? Maybe he doesn't care about the situation anymore? It is certainly very difficult to get close to him again.

The person who motivated Albedo to talk to you again was his assistant, who made him see that this situation was actually affecting you a lot. He thought that you really would have forgotten everything soon, but seeing that you didn't appear, or that when he saw you you did not seem to notice his presence, perhaps you were too busy to speak again.

But thanks to Sucrose, Albedo was now in front of you in one of Dragonspine's lonely camps.

“I really didn't know that it had affected you so much. If I had known...” the boy's gaze was fixed on the fire that kept you warm in that desolate place. “Honestly... I apologize for everything. I didn't want to make you feel bad at all.”

You shook your head. You knew there was no evil in him. You looked at him with a smile, expecting him to look at you too, but he seemed quite busy trying to avoid your gaze. Albedo felt very guilty. He had hurt your feelings... and that was one of the things that mattered most to him.

When he noticed your gaze, his orbs met yours for a millisecond, and then he returned to focus on the flames with a small blush on his face.

“Hmm? What's wrong? I have forgiven you.” you say concerned, and the boy flexes his legs to hug his knees against his chest, hiding with them a small smile.

“I know. I was thinking you have a big heart, y/n. I admire many things about you and... I love you. I'm sure of all that. So never forget it, alright?”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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I saw that requests are open so I thought I'd put in something here since I love your work, hope you're doing well miss raven💕

now for my request, headcannons of a gn!mc/yuu that's a royal with diasomnia cast (it can be child of a king/emperor, it doesn't really matter really) but they're very laid back and too casual about it for example "oh yeah I'm a prince/princess of a really powerful country, it's whatever"

again, hope you're having a good day! ✨💕

Curiouser and Curiouser...

“Hmm, is that so? What a curious state of affairs. A royal transported to another world, leaving their kingdom in an uproar as they seek out their missing heir... I’d imagine it would be a frantic scene. Are you not perturbed by that possibility? Fufu. The scenario seems rather fascinating to me. If only I were there to witness it for myself.”

He’s more surprised at how casually you say your secret than the meat of the secret itself. Malleus sees his own crown, and the very Draconia bloodline, as something to be revered—even feared in some situations—and he cannot imagine so flippantly throwing his title around. Truly, he struggles to wrap his mind around the whims of children of man... or perhaps it is only just you?

Malleus wants to know more about a kingdom from another world. What’s it like? What of its history? What kind of a role do you play in governing it all? He’ll want to listen to you for hours to sate his curiosity. Malleus can share things about his country with you as well, from its unique, old-fashioned architecture to the use of magic in daily life. You can really tell just how much pride he has for his homeland just by the lilt to his deep voice, the sparkle inlaid in his dark eyes. Through exchanging the best parts of your cultures, you’re able to bond and understand each other on a deeper level.

He suggests that you should consider forming an friendship with the Briar Valley, thus creating the very first interdimensional alliance! When you’ve both ascended to your respective thrones, you’ll keep the alliance going strong... or so he dryly teases. Once you’ve ventured beyond the mirror, Malleus isn’t sure if his voice will reach you—so instead, he grants the promise to always be with you in spirit, both in and out of court.

While Malleus is amused by how casually you take your status, he does step in to give a pointer or two about composing yourself. As a fae, he certainly understands the value and the joy in and making mischief, but he is not so oblivious as to neglect his duties in favor of it. He often warns you against falling into the trap of being too carefree and casual, steering you back along the path when you are lost.

“A sovereign is the face of their country. Speak out of turn or behave poorly, and it reflects poorly on your kingdom,” Malleus tuts, ancient wisdom shining in his eyes. “As the ambassador and representative for your nation, you must act with decorum—and with head held high—as the situation demands. Have pride not only in yourself, but in the kingdom you represent, and the great power and responsibility upon your shoulders, Child of Man. An idle and ignorant ruler only spells doom for its people.”

"That’s the way to be—you mustn't let your position hold you down. The true value of a crown comes not from its name, but how its wearer conducts themselves. And yet, despite the weight upon your head, you can still find it within yourself to live as a free spirit. Kufufu, quite a feat indeed.”

Lilia appreciates the light-hearted attitude you’ve chosen to adopt. He’s meet so many austere nobles in the fairy courts over the years, it’s refreshing to meet someone of a high status who doesn’t take things so seriously! Lilia definitely feels like he can still be his goofy self around you in spite of this new discovery.

He’s good at keeping secrets, but that doesn’t mean he won’t have fun with the knowledge he holds! When Lilia catches your eye in the hallway, he might smiling knowingly, relishing in the secret only he’s aware of—and when he greets you hello, he’ll dip into a playful curtsey. No one knows what he’s up to except for, of course, you.

Lilia tells you that he’d love to visit your kingdom someday—it’s another place to mark off on his travels! And surely, as the sovereign of this land, you’d be able to sneak out and serve as his willing partner in crime tour guide? The culture, the atmosphere, the food... Lilia wants to experience it all with you!

Every so often, Lilia offers you his wisdom and reminds you to reevaluate your position in a more serious light, to not entirely discard the weight of the crown. As someone who has lived through the decades, he has seen countless countries and people fall on account of sloth or neglect—and he doesn’t wish to see the same cruel fate befall you.

“It will someday be you who is considered the ultimate authority. A ruler cannot afford to live as a child forever—a clear divide must be made, and you must know when to skirt the line between work and play,” Lilia advises, his deep-set ruby eyes creasing. “But fear not, you will not be alone in this matter. You will be supported by a panel of royal advisors and experts in every field—and, of course, you will always have me.”

“... Oh. I had no idea. But I understand—you are trusting me with this important information. I will ensure that I keep it close to me and safely guarded. You can count on me.”

If your declaration is casual, then Silver’s reaction is just as casual. He blinks a few times, as if waking up from a nap, then nods solemnly, instantly accepting your declaration as fact (and even if it wasn’t, you had a feeling Silver would have instantly believed you anyway).

Whether Silver realizes he is or not, he becomes a little more protective of you (most likely because he’s been trained since childhood to protect his own liege; it’s nearly an instinct for him now). When he walks alongside you, Silver’s always just a little bit ahead, almost as if keeping a look out for any danger. If he thinks something suspicious is ahead, he’ll put his arm out to stop you in your tracks while he investigates.

Silver introduces you to his woodland critter friends, granting each a fancy title as if announcing them to a royal hosting a ball. Lords and ladies of the forest flock to make up an entourage, and you laugh in return, introducing yourself to them by your own formal title.

For you, such a laidback royal, Silver prepares a crown of flowers instead of one of gold and jewels. He asks you to bow your head, and when you do, he slips it on as if crowning the next sovereign at a coronation. The flowers light, comfortable, and sets your heart at ease—the same feelings you instill by your rule.

“It suits you well,” he quietly confides with a shy smile. “A peaceful kingdom where everyone can be friends... It sounds it could never happen, but I’m sure you can make it a reality. Until the day you can wear a real crown, let’s dream of that kind of a world.”

“WHAAAAAAT?! To think that you were descended from noble blood all this time... A royal, right under this Sebek’s nose, hidden right in plain sight... When you could be STRUCK or TAKEN OUT by an enemy force any ANY time?!? HRGGGGGH!! WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS SOONER?!”

Sebek’s reaction is the total opposite of your announcement. He’s loud, he’s alarmed, he’s outraged, and he has zero chill. Sebek seems offended that you didn’t tell him such a vital fact earlier, and launches into a tirade to express these thoughts. Did you not trust him enough? Did you not deem him worthy, or believe his skills to be lacking?

Once he calms down (well, “calm down” is relative), he swears a vow to protect you since he is “doubtful that a mere HUMAN such as lackadaisical as yourself could sufficiently protect themselves”. An entire nation’s future hinges on your survival—and Sebek will do everything in his power to make sure your survive to coronation day!

Though he stresses that your safety should take priority over all else, Sebek does a poor job of doing it discreetly. Everyone you go, he trails after you shouting at the top of his lungs for a path to be cleared and announcing your full name and title. It sends a lot of dirty or confused looks your way, but do you really have the heart to tell Sebek off when he looks so proud of himself?

His worrying gets to be a little too much at times, but Sebek doesn’t appear to see an issue with it. In his eyes, all the precautions be takes and all the fretting he does serves a far greater purpose—and he would much rather that then the alternative, a (worst case scenario) future where both your bloodline and your kingdom have been turned to ashes.

“I worry TOO much?!” Sebek snorts, repeating your own words back at you. “NO SUCH THING!! If anything, your attitude is far too NONCHALANT!! You are the face of an entire country, the face of its VERY FUTURE!! YOU CANNOT AFFORD TO BE THIS LAX, NOT AT ALL!! The crown and all its powers are YOURS to command—so you cannot display such a MEEK DISPOSITION!! YOU MUST OWN UP TO YOUR DESTINY AND ACT LIKE THE PROPER RULER YOU WILL ONE DAY BE!!”

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #Malleus Draconia #twisted wonderland #Lilia Vanrouge #Silver #Sebek Zigvolt #Reader #self insert #disney twisted wodnerland #curiouser and curiouser #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Lilia Vanrouge x Reader #Silver x Reader #Sebek Zigvolt x Reader #Diasomnia

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Hi, I hope you are well... I love your writing and it's a pleasure to read your contents lol... I don't know if your requests for Eivor are open... but I would like to ask something Eivor is working on for an English lady, to get an alliance for the Clan and things heat up between them (very horny 🌝) thank you, and keep writing!!!

Oh?~~ Yee ask anon and yee shall receive😌

Thank you for your kind words nonyo, I'm doing fine, -could be doing better- but I'm okay.💕💕

So because this took a lot of time again -sorry about that- to redeem myself i did a two part fic, if you don’t mind! :3

Pairing: M! Eivor x reader

Summary: You and your brother have been betrayed by one of your trusted man. You need to face the consequence of this treachery, but with the help of your newly accquired allies— with The Raven Clan, and with it’s fearless warrior, Eivor the Wolf Kissed.

Words: 3700~

Warning: The first part has violence, blood, death mentions.

Second part is here

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It all seemed like a lost cause, Tidhelburg's army was approaching, and the raven clan was nowhere to be found — the clan your brother was about to make an alliance with. The last few weeks have been tense, every Mercian man who loved his country, and did not want the huge taxes of Essex, has come to your castle — Buckingham's gates to fight for their freedom, for their king, and for your brother their lord — for Aedemund.

„Whatever happens, my brother,” You said, putting your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it with encouragement. „Mercia will show that its people are brave and determined to the end.”

Your brother sank into his chair, strength and poise began to take off of him. You knew that the power that your family had, was a great responsibility — both to your king and to your people. Aedemund smiled weakly, raising his hand to his shoulder, he took yours in his palm.

“There was always this fire in you, that burned hot in the family.” He smiled, squeezing your hand a bit tighter. „But I promise me, when I see the fight lost, and I call for you, you're getting out of here, you go. I won't let you get in their hands”. There was this deep sadness in his eyes, as if the battle’s fate had already been decided.

„I promise, brother.” You swore softly, a bitter taste settling on your tongue. That was the last thing you wanted to do. Nothing will go wrong; you knew it— felt it in your heart. It will be alright.

Suddenly a horn — deep, vibrating thought the air was heard in the distance, buzzing the whole room. Your brother, as if struck by lightning, jumped up, straightening himself, showing only that proudness; that was always within him.

“They arrived, at last.” Aedemund announced, marching to the doors, you followed him outside.

~~~

The northerners didn't have much more men than you, although the two armies will be a serious challenge when united, to Tidhelburg — the snake who treacherously betrayed your brother, seeking Aelfred's favor — he sided with the Saxons. He came with the men of the King of Essex to your fortress; he demanded your surrender, or your men would face capture and death. Knowing the people of Mercia— the ferity, loyalty, and willpower that ran in your veins, if a battle will be fought today, the people will rather choose death; than have a rope clenched on their wrists and be called traitors.

Standing next to your brother, you measured the men of your alliance; they all looked like grim, battle-hardened men, determined to keep their word. Good; today everyone will be challenged by their strength.

“It is a great comfort to see that my sent words have not gone astray, and the Raven Clan honor their word. Let us go into battle as brothers, let us win, and the people of Mercia will show you that they are as trustworthy as their northern ally!” Your brother announced speaking, loud enough so both Mercian’s and Norse could hear him; standing tall, chin up, just as a true leader. Observing the crowd, suddenly a group caught your attention.

In the still unsettled rows; to your surprise you spotted a group of women. They looked upon your brother with firm eyes, no sign of fear on their faces — swords and shields glinting in the sun.

You wondered if Aedemud wasn't your brother would they allow you to enter the storm of clashing swords. Would they allow you to show your devotion, determination, and loyalty to your nation? At times like this, you thank God he sent you a brother, like Aedemund, open-minded, willing to see things from your perspective.

“Let me speak with your leader, with Sigurd Jarl.” Your brother stepped forward. Among your allies a tall, red-haired man stepped out from the front of the group; so did another, beside him; whose face was covered under a hood.

Lord Aedemund, I hope that both of our people will benefit from this alliance.” The two men shook hands; then the Jarl looked at the other man on his right. The other was not as tall as his Jarl, but he still stood a head taller before your brother. “Our men reported that Tidhelburg wants to attack tomorrow.” He stated — voice oddly pleasant, charming even.

Your brother took one more look at the two men; then turned around, motioning at the fort of Buckingham. “It's better to discuss the rest inside.”

~~~

Standing in front of the window, every so often you looked out to the courtyard while listening to the men’s negotiation behind you; how many soldiers do the combined armies count; they debated how Tidhelburg would attack and how they should withstand the upcoming battle. You did not say a word; not even when you thought they spoke of a dubious proposition.

While you knew you, your brother allowed and encouraged your speeches in private discussions — for he knew- he experienced, that you were not a damsel who only knew how to sew and cook; your father hardened you just as much as his son — but you both knew no one else would allow this without a word — or deed.

And now, trying to win and keep the respect, and trust of the northerners by your side, it would have been even more important to keep quiet in the room.

Slowly, you glanced to the side — your brother sitting back with you, listing the weaponry of your people, of who- and how much of your troops is battle-hardened. Sigurd Jarl sat across from him, chin resting on his palm, fingers entwined in his ginger beard, deeply immersed, listening to the account of your brother.

And behind him stood the other man— whose face was hidden beneath the hood when you first saw him outside. As you set foot in the chamber, and now only the four us you were present, he dropped his hood to the back, revealing his looks — wheat blond mane, draping down his shoulder in braids and locks. You learnt his name, Eivor of the Raven Clan, the Wolf- Kissed, Sigurd Jarl’s brother. After his brother took a seat Eivor walked behind his chair, arms crossed on the chest, he stood vigilant above his Jarl.

When you looked over them, your stare fell upon him, his gaze catching your, you two locked eyes. He had blue eyes — the colors of clear blue sky danced in his iris; the freezing cold streams off of his eyes; and yet, as he watched you, you felt none of that coldness. His stare was piercing, intent and curious.

Maybe your eyes grazed on him a bit longer than needed — suddenly warm creeped upon your cheeks, as you felt your lips twisting upwards, you turned back to the window.

“…If we can arm our archers with at least half a hundred arrows each...” Your brother pondered, and before you could think through what you’re doing, you turned, speaking your mind.

“Archers wouldn’t last long for such lengths.” The words came out of you without command. Realizing what you have done — the consequences, what you could have caused — your stomach shrank painfully. Heart racing, eyes flashing through the room — you bit hard on your lips as you looked over to your brother.

Aedmund looked frightened — if possible, he seemed more startled than you –rather than furious for your speech. Turning back to the two men he coughed nervously, clearing his throat.

“My apologies! My sister…” He started, apologetically but the Jarl waved him off with a swift motion.

“ What is on your mind, My Lady?” He asked curiously, leaning ahead to hear your thoughts.

You turned to the group, fists gripping tensely beside you; you opened your mouth then closed it quickly; unable to decide what you should do, you looked at your brother for advice and aid.

“…Thidelburg’s men are on plain sight.” You stated, unsure what will be the outcome of this act. “The tactical- and geographical superiority is with them, their troop can move to any position, our people on the other hand stuck in the fort, with limited movement.”

You went silent, waiting for the reactions — whether it will be this moment, when they will chide your brother for he allowed a woman to speak up in matter, permitted only for the men. Perhaps they will storm out outraged, or they are going to take matters into their own hands and teach you how a female should act around men?

Trembling, you took a big breath in, stiffening your muscles; you prepared yourself for what will come.

Only that it wasn’t what you expected.

Eivor shifted, leaning slightly toward his brother, placing one hand under his chin; a low humming escaped his throat.

“She’s right. You saw it as well; they can easily keep the other side of the shore. We didn't get into a fight with them, only because we approached Buckingham from the north.” He reminded his brother, while looking at you the whole time; which made your head whizz.

"We could hold the castle." Sigurd suggested, to which Eivor shook his head.

"Then we would get stuck."

“We would give them time to send for more people. Maybe they'll cross the river ... and if we're surrounded, there's no easy way out.“ You agreed with the warrior, now stepping forward more boldly, to the side of your brother’s chair. You leaned on the back of the chair with one hand.

"The army isn't big enough, not even with the joined forces, to be able to defend a castle this big." Sigurd Jarl put his elbow on the table, lacing his hands together.

"Then we have to take the first step." Your brother spoke. "We have to cross the river. Before they do."

“But we can’t do it too early or too late. In both instances there is a risk, that they would notice us before time and then the power of surprise would be lost for our forces.” Sigurd Jarl added.

Tilting your head to the side, you wondered. For a few moments your gaze fell upon the grand fireplace at the other side of the chamber; at the dark green tapestries, hanging above it.

Somehow you need to cross the river — without being detected, to face Thidelburg on equal grounds, but you only can do so with the power of surprise. Their archers make the whole maneuver more difficult ...unless ...

“Maybe I have a solution ..." You started, turning to your company. Your brother nodded with a faint smile. He knew of course- that you would always have some idea of how to solve problems — you had a habit of pulling him out of the craze with your sharp wit since you were a child.

You looked up at your newly acquired allies — Sigurd watched you expectantly, no resentment or indignation on his face.

You glanced at Eivor; a knot began to grow in your throat. The man's gaze burnt intensely, as the ice-blue eyes nailed through you, scanning, marveling over your body before he looked up to your face again. You could not decide whether the interest was directed at you only because you have been present at a military council, or because you had spoken at that council, or because of other reasons; you caught the eye of Eivor the Wolf-Kissed.

“So?” Your brother coughed to divert your attention to him. You looked away; scratching your neck instinctual; you scold yourself — now is not the time to be worried about childish issues of who likes you and who doesn’t; for you have to figure out how to defeat the enemy army, and you have to do it quickly. You’re running out of time.

„First of all, we really need to equip the archers with as many projectiles as we can find.” You started outlining your plan. “Maybe I have a way to distract the army at dawn, tomorrow.”

~~~~

There was a constant clattering of the blacksmith shop in the yard, your men were busy preparing for the coming battle. Sharpening swords, making arrows, handing out shields — Norse and Mercian together, moving as one body, one heart.

After the discussion, everyone retreated to their own; your brother summoned his commanders to discuss the course of the attack. Couldn’t figure out anything else for yourself, you ended up in the courtyard of the fortress — wandering among the people, preparing in spirit; as blood will flow from your hands after night falls.

Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly noticed that you were no longer walking in the inner courtyard — your feet had taken you in front of the fort, where the rest of the Norsemen had camped. And again; you saw that little team you had encountered before, warrior women who seemed so determined and fearless at arrival.

“We can't hear a Saxon woman talk at a military meeting every day." Said a voice behind you.

You turned quickly, to meet the capturing gaze of Eivor— towering over you by two heads. A one-sided smirk appeared on his face as he studied your features, head tilted aside. "It was quite surprising."

"I am not Saxon woman." You snorted, staring back at his gaze immediately, standing bold. The man chuckled and walked to a nearby cart — shoulders leaning against the wood.

"Is that so?" Eivor raised an eyebrow, voice teasing and low. That knot sneaked up again in your throat; you tried to swallow it, taking a deep breath— lest you blush.

"It is. I am Mercian, not Saxon.” You lift your chin proudly, straightening up. "The Mercian is true to their blood, they bravely stand up for their homeland, not like the cowardly Saxons, who can only take care of their affairs in a vile way."

„As if I was hearing a northern woman.” Eivor smiled again, curiosity glistening in his eyes.

You had to admit, when you first saw him next to his brother — hood mysteriously hiding his face like a ghost; his identity has made you curious. Who can be that shadow; holding himself high and proud among men. Then in the room — when he finally revealed himself, your curiosity turned into amazement.

His sharp features captured your attention; beard neatly combed and braided, his hair had several small tight braids, but most of it spread down his broad shoulders and back. He had a long scar on his left cheeks up till his lips but it did little to no damage to his handsomeness.

He was indeed very charming with his looks; no doubt he surely had many women longing for his love.

"We are just as fierce as your people's women." You shot a defiant look at him and his smiles widened; his whiskers moving upwards doing so. "Will they fight alongside?" You ask, pointing to the group of warriors

"They will, My lady." He nods, and as he looks at you there is a faint worry in his eyes. "You, as well, if I'm not mistaken."

You looked to the side, watching the people pass by as a sour smile ghost across your lips.

"My brother might try to stop me from doing so." You said, voice cracking. You're anxious not because of the upcoming battle, but for your brother's mind and soul, for you will listen to no one in these matters, you will fight beside him to the end. "I won't let him." You explain turning back to the Norse warrior. "It is my land as well. My home, my world. I won't let these bastards just come and take it without giving them a hard time myself."

Eivor chuckled, seemingly fascinated by your words; he pushed back himself from the carriage, stepping closer to you.

Cutting scent of metal, leather and fur hits your nose, as he gets closer, you feel the warmth radiating from off his body. He slightly leans down, until his beard slightly tickles your skin on your ear.

"Let's pray your- and my gods will be pleased with our courage, and favor our blades tomorrow." He says-warm tone waving through you.

He got so close, oh so close, that if you turned your head, just a little to the side, your lips would meet his skin. The thought of it made you shiver in your stand, snapping you out from the idea.

"They will. After all, all Gods enjoy the fight of brave men." You reply, stepping back to look in Eivor's eyes one last time, before you turn to head back to the castle.

You needed to prepare yourself for the fight; there was no room in your head for the color of his eyes and his smile.

~~~

Gloom surrounded the world, as the two Saxon soldiers stepped out of the tent, stretching their numb limbs in a daze. They headed for the river, half-asleep, yawning— to wash in an attempt to face a refreshed the day ahead.

Squatting down, they rolled up their sleeves and hissed as the ice-cold water streamed into their hands. The left one took a deep breath and dipped his palm into the water, quickly splashing it on his face. The water rumbled loudly and splashed, when suddenly, beside the running water he heard an incongruous sound — a muffled thud beside himself.

Turning sideways, he opened his eyes and saw his companion fell to the side — an arrow standing out of his chest.

The soldier had enough time only to turn back, let out a roar and rise onto one knee before he rattled painfully, and fell face-first to the ground with two arrows in his back.

After that, it was only a matter of time, and the soldiers of Essex were running between tents, screaming at each other, half-dressed, looking for their equipment.

A few more minutes passed, and they established an acceptable position — shields ahead, while the archers inched closer to the shore, where the two dead soldiers were no longer the only one lying dead, from the howling arrows. The rest, the pedestrians, and the dozen cavalry that had accompanied them, moved further into the verdant oak forest, which stretched behind the clearing.

They, too, lined up somewhat; waiting for further action, when the rustle of bushes, the crackling of twigs, became louder than it should have been.

First, a spear flew between them— aiming from the side. Then another. Shouts rang up, running footsteps rumbled, and a blade flashed in the dawn.

The Blades of Mercia and the North; thirsty for Saxon blood.

~~~

The trick worked.

Under the guise of the night, you led your men out, stopping at the river bank, not far from the enemy. It didn’t take long, maybe just an hour or two, when it started to light up, leaving room for archers to look for targets.

Thus, while the archers left in the castle distracted them from the surrounding forest and the rest of the river, you were able to get in, unnoticed, attacking the troubled army sideways in the woods, who tried to create a little order in their lines from the sudden alarm.

You leant back from a coming blow; cutting your attacker’s throat with a backhand swing. A heartbeat and you already turned, concentrating on another. The man with the spear was too far for your blade, it would have been a foolish move to try reaching him, when the tip of the spear danced so close to you. The man trusted his weapon forward, for you grabbed the hilt of your blade with two hands, slapping to the side the lying blade.

While the man turned to the side from the thrust, you grabbed the spear— hissing, the harmless wooden pole flew beside you; you halted forward the spear, forcing the man to stumble forward, straight into the tip of your sword.

Quickly you looked around, while you still had some free space around yourself. Men went against one another— muddy, blood dripping, the sound of death everywhere. Men and women cried their war-chants, launching themselves into the battle — one fighting for their homeland, for the freedom of their children; the other for glory and honor, for a strong alliance, what will only strengthen their roots on this new land.

By the time the sun came up, flooding the countryside with bright light; the battle was over. The earth was reddened with blood, the enemy’s blood; the loud rejoicing of your men could be heard even to the neighboring kingdom.

Sweaty, dirty, bloody; but proud and forceful —you walked out into the clearing, in search of your brother.

You found him in a circle of Mercians who cheered and congratulated him. A team of Northerners also were gathering nearby, some of them still walking among the fallen for prey or looking for survivors.

You caught a glimpse of the Jarl squatting by the river, washing blood and mud from himself — and next to him was Eivor. He leaned against a tree, watching the celebration in the shade of the tree leaves, arms crossed in front of his chest.

As you walked past them, he straightened up slightly, looking deeply into your eyes, then he bowed with a smile.

"Are you sure you don't have northern blood?" He asked, amused. With a grin, you shrugged as you slid your sword into its sheath.

"I do not know about it. But the blood of Mercia is just as wild as yours. ” You declared proudly, looking back at your brother and the people. Free, victorious.

Sigurd Jarl stood up from the water and turned to his brother, exchanging a few words in their northern language.

"Jarl," You called out, unsure of what you wanted to do with it. “We are celebrating our victory tonight. I hope to see both of you there. ” Not even waiting for their answer, you quickly nodded, walking toward your brother.

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