#I'm going to the cabin soon and I'm so scared i won't be able to enjoy my happy place because i have this cloud hanging over me

[amomentsescape]

Sorry if the request is too weird for you, sometimes I can't tell if I'm being weird.. or just worrying too much, but could I request Slasher headcanon, if the reader gets pregnant? If you're comfort with that

Slashers React to Reader Getting Pregnant

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

A/N: No worries at all! It's a great request, thank you! :)

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy of course, a mix of angst and fluff (not all Slashers are happy about this)

DARK THEMES: A few of these Slashers will mention not keeping the child (Brahms is especially dark and is a bit Yandere themed).

Freddy Krueger

When you first tell him, he just laughs

There's no way you're being serious right now, right?

But when he sees you're not laughing, his grin turns into a frown

"That kid's not fucking mine"

Becomes angry

Freddy is barely even human at this point, there's no way that he could have had anything to do with your pregnancy

He kicks you out of the dream world and leaves you alone in your room to cry

It takes about a week before you find yourself back in his world, facing a very serious looking Freddy

Instead of him yelling at you like you expected, he just pulls you into a hug

He whispers an apology so low that you can barely hear it

When you pull back, he tells you that he needed time to think it over

But being a father wouldn't be so bad

He could turn the dream world into a kid's wonderland

Plus, he still cares about you

He still doesn't know how this happened, but he's come to just disregard that now

Michael Myers

Michael does not like children, nonetheless, having one of his own

You knew this, so the idea of telling him just scared you in all honesty

You pushed it off as long as you could until you knew you couldn't wait any longer

When you finally sat him down and told him, he was pissed

Told you to get rid of it

If you decide to, then things pretty much go back to normal

But if you say no, Michael will be gone

You'll wake up in the middle of the night some random time and find that you're alone

His things will be gone and there will be no trace of him

He'll leave enough food and drinks for you to survive a couple weeks

But that'll be it

You'll never see him again

Jason Voorhees

When you first told him, he literally just freezes up

You don't know what to do, becoming worried he is just going to walk out

But then he suddenly engulfs you in a hug, rocking back and forth

He may not be able to physically show it, but he is ecstatic!

He never thought he'd find someone who loved him, nonetheless want to start a family with him

So the idea that soon the cabin will have a mini you or him running around makes him so happy

Just know that his protective instincts are going to go into overdrive

Will not let you lift a finger

Will engorge you in literally every treat you can think of

And he will not let you leave the cabin unless he goes with you

He's protecting two precious lives now

He won't be flexible on that

But he makes up for it with his attentiveness

He makes less trips out unless you need something

He turns his attention on building a nice crib and area for your future child to rest and play

The idea of being a father just brings a whole new light to him

Thomas Hewitt

Oh my god

Thomas is floating in heaven right now

You? Carrying his child?

He's quite literally a puddle on the floor

He even begins to cry, inevitably causing your own tears to flow despite doing your best to hold them back

If you thought Thomas already spoiled you too much, expect for it to triple

Will cook for you 24/7

Even when you're not hungry, he still tries to get you to eat something since "you're eating for two now"

Will rub your feet and your back a few times a day, but especially before you go to sleep

And if you have any weird cravings?

He'll get them for you without a single hesitation

Thomas will definitely be the type to kneel down and kiss your belly

He's still just amazed that you could possibly be carrying his child in you

It really triggers his romantic side

Bubba Sawyer

When you tell him, he almost thinks you're kidding

You have to reassure him a few times before he finally believes you

But once he does, he's jumping and sprinting around the house

He tells his whole family immediately, not being able to hold his excitement inside

He picks you up and twirls you around, placing hundreds of sloppy kisses on your face

Will rub your belly and just stare at it fondly

He'll have trouble letting you do anything on your own though

Even needing to go the bathroom involves him picking you up and carrying you there

He becomes so worried about hurting the baby too

There was a short amount of time where he'd only hug you from behind because he thought hugging you normally would squish the child

He's so caring and yet so clueless

But you better believe that he will be such a loving father

You just need to keep an eye out though, or else Bubba will spoil that baby rotten

Brahms Heelshire

At first, he has mixed feelings about the situation

The idea that his own flesh and blood is growing inside of you makes him feel... good in a way?

It's like the ultimate possession in his eyes

He's quite literally a part of you now

But at the same time, the idea of raising a child and having to share your attention pisses him off

You're supposed to take care of him and follow his rules, not somebody else's

Even if that somebody else is his own kid

If you choose to stick it out and have the child, you'll notice things seem fine at first

Brahms may even offer to feed and look after the baby while you rest

The issue arises when a couple weeks into taking care of them, Brahms starts to feel cold

The baby requires so much of your attention- too much

They cry and cry and cry and won't give either of you a break

Brahms eventually snaps

You wake up one day to find the baby gone without so much as a trace

Brahms feigns innocence, but you know

Brahms is now for certain that there can only be him

Norman Bates

You're pregnant?

Oh, he's ecstatic!

He immediately has to tell Mother, of course

He's so attentive with you too after you tell him (not that he wasn't before)

Will keep track of your most common cravings and will stock up on them so you always have them on hand

He's already buying baby clothes at the store too even if you both don't know the gender quite yet

He'll tell little stories to your tummy, always ending them with a soft kiss

You notice that he's even more gentle than normal with you too

The way he hugs you and cuddles you at night is very soft, and he only gives you feather light touches

He's not even aware of it himself

He's always dreamed of raising his own family, but he wasn't sure that dream would ever be a reality for him

But he just knows you'll make a great parent, and he hopes he will too

Billy Loomis

When you first share the news, you have no idea how he'd react

He never really discussed having kids, and you weren't sure this would be something he'd want

When you told him, he just looked at the ground with a cold expression

When you probed him again, he looked at you

Accused you of cheating

After several times of telling him you didn't, he tells you that he can't do this

He wasn't ready, he was pretty sure he didn't even want kids, how could you do this to him?

This all built up until he stormed out, leaving you there hurt and teary eyed

You don't hear from him for a month

You're certain that's the end of that, and you were going to be left to raise this child alone

But he suddenly comes back, a baby blanket in his hand

To your confusion, he begins to apologize and tell you that he panicked

After taking that time away to think over everything, he realized that the last thing he wanted was to be like his father

He didn't want to just abandon his own child

He ends up sticking with you for the birth and after

Although a little rough around the edges, he ends up becoming a good father and even better partner for you

Stu Macher

He kind of immediately panics the moment you tell him the news

Not necessarily in a bad way, he just feels so unprepared

Of course, he's thought of creating a family with you

But that was supposed to be like 10 years from now

This feels too soon, and he's not sure he's quite ready for this change yet

But at the same time, he can't ignore his excitement

He loves children, and knowing that you'll be having his very own son or daughter makes his heart warm in a way he didn't think it could

Will spend the night thinking everything over

And by the next day, there's already a crib, toys, and 20 boxes of diapers setting by the bedroom

You're honestly in awe with how quickly he shifted his thoughts from the previous day

Will sit down with you and reassure you that he's going to stick it out with you

Everything will work out as long as you stick together, right?

Stu does love you too

He had no plans of going anywhere

Eric Draven

You almost begin to worry when you told Eric

He so desperately wanted to start a family with you

You knew this

But you also knew that he didn't want to do that until you were out of this dangerous city and in an area he was certain would be safe

So when you told him the news, you weren't sure what reaction you'd be met with

It was only when a large smile broke out across his face that you felt yourself relax

He lifts you off the ground and hugs you close to him, praising you and telling you just how happy he is

He truly can't believe that he's going to be raising his own child with the love of his life

He didn't even know this was a possibility for him anymore

He tries to lessen the amount of time he spends out at night

He hated leaving you home alone before, but now he has two lives counting on him to keep them safe

He isn't going to risk that

But on the nights that he does lose track of time, he always comes home with a takeout bag in hand, somehow knowing exactly what you want

He even makes a promise to get you both out of this city as soon as possible

He should have done it sooner, but now he has every single reason to do it

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[vienssunshine]

What do you really want, you psychopath?

pairing: Josh Washington x fem reader nsfw word count: 6.7k content warning: blood, violence, needles, manipulation, non-con elements (nonconsensual filming, deception) author's note: My obsession with Until Dawn returns every summer like clockwork.

You hope he's doing okay.

It's the only thought sticking in your mind as you pace on the cable car platform. After everything last year, after him shutting down, not able to talk to anyone, you hope that now, a year later, things are at least better than they were. He has mentioned a therapist, so it's a little comforting knowing he's getting the professional help he needs.

You lean your hands against the wooden railing and admire the snowy landscape, trying to push Josh out of your mind. Instead, you shift your focus to Sam, because where the hell is she? Sam insisted on you both being the first ones up the mountain, but it's fifteen minutes past the time you agreed to meet and she has yet to arrive.

Your phone buzzes with a message from your friend:

"Hey! So sorry but traffic is terrible and I'm gonna be a bit. I don't want to keep you waiting out in the cold so take the cable car up and I'll see you up there!"

Turning your phone off, you sigh. Things are going to be awkward this year. Walking in with Sam would have eased your nerves about seeing everyone again, but it looks like you aren't being afforded that comfort anymore. Worse comes to worst, you can spend the evening holed up in your guest room with your favorite book.

You step into the cable car and try to ignore how the whole thing creaks and sways with the wind. The Washingtons are rich, so they must have the money to get this thing safety checked. Right?

The music you play in your earbuds somewhat drowns out the loud groans of the car as it travels up the snowy peak. Through the frosty window, you can see what looks like a blizzard rolling in. Good thing you'll be able to hunker down in Josh's cabin.

At the top of the mountain, the doors open and you see him, Josh Washington, standing alone in the snow. After all this time, the sight takes you aback; he seems to be an apparition, not fully there.

"Look what the cat dragged in," he says, hands in the pockets of his winter jacket, "Well, I guess it was the cable car, not a cat." His lazy grin is unshakable as he speaks.

"Hi Josh," you respond, fighting the smile creeping up on your face.

"Here, let me grab that for you," he says, stepping forward and helping you out of the straps of your North Face backpack. He swings it over his shoulder and beckons you up the path.

You thank him, bashful, and follow. The trail is white with snow and dimly lit, a few lanterns hanging from the fences, their wood corroded from the harsh winters before.

"So, is anyone else here yet?" you ask, pulling your gloves on. The wind feels stronger here than it did at the bottom of the mountain, it's icy and cutting into the skin of your fingers.

"Nah, the other party people aren't due for another hour or two." He leans in with an evil grin, "So it'll be just us for a while, scared?"

You giggle, pushing the man away from you, "I don't know if I'll survive all of your ultra-corny jokes, Josh."

"Yeah? Then, any requests for what they should put on your tombstone?" he asks, giving you a lighthearted push back.

"Shut up." You shake your head, smiling, before stealing a glance at your watch: 8:03 p.m. "Actually, I guess I won't have to survive for long since I'm on time. So everyone should be due soon."

"Aww, come on," Josh says, "You know they're all gonna be late."

You punch Josh in the arm and he fakes serious injury, "Don't talk about our friends like that, I trust in their punctuality. Sam, our good, timely friend even took the initiative to get us to come early."

Josh looks around in an exaggerated manner, squinting into the dark forest, "Do you see Sammy here? Or anyone else? 'Cause I don't. Face it, they're all gonna be late. Sam at least had the decency to give me a heads-up about it."

"Yeah, the traffic's terrible apparently."

"Damn, I guess she's gonna be even later then."

You furrow your brow, "What do you mean?"

"Sam told me to expect her around 9. So, if there's traffic, it might not be until like 9:30 or 10. Right?"

"Wait, when did she tell you to expect her at 9?"

"Uh...a few days ago, maybe?" Josh glances at you sideways, "Something up?"

Confused at the discrepancy between Sam and Josh's stories, you wrack your brain. Why did Sam want you to go early with her but tell Josh she was going to show up late?

You clench your fist, Sam wanted you and Josh alone. She's known you've had a crush on him for so long and has been relentless in encouraging you to go for it. This must be her fucked up way of forcing you to.

Josh studies you, still puzzled. Staring ahead, you notice the silhouette of the lodge at the end of the path. You weigh your options: should you be honest about what you think Sam is up to or just let it go?

You elect to give Sam a stern talking-to later, reassuring Josh by saying, "Ah it's nothing." You point to the cabin, "Hey, we're almost there!"

He follows your finger and gazes at the lodge ahead, "You're right, soon we can party all night long," he says with a mischievous smirk.

You lumber up the old stairs and find that the door to the lodge is unable to be opened.

"Ah, shit. The lock's frozen," Josh observes.

"Is there another way we can get in? Or get the door unfrozen? I'm not gonna lie, I am freezing my buns off out here."

Yeah, you'd like to spend more time with Josh, but not in nearly subzero temperatures.

"Now, now, you know Josh wouldn't keep a pretty girl outside freezing her buns off for long. Wait here, I have an idea."

Josh hurries off behind the lodge, leaving you on the porch, arms wrapped around your body in a fruitless attempt to warm yourself. You look around at the dark woods surrounding the cabin. It's a dense forest, filled with gnarly trees that look like they're twisting into one another in a warped dance.

A small trace of movement pulls your attention, something shifting its position in the tree line. Anxiety begins to pour into your stomach and you look around for Josh who is nowhere to be seen. Is something—or someone—out there? You step forward, placing your hands on the railing and leaning over to get a better look when the door behind you flies open.

"Honey, you're home!" Josh cries out.

"Josh!" you respond in a harsh whisper, "Keep it down!"

Josh laughs, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you into the house, "For who? No one is out here besides me," he points to himself, "and you," he presses his finger to your chest, right beneath your zipper.

His small touch flusters you, bringing a welcomed warmth to your cheeks. It makes you forget about whatever you saw in the woods. Must have been a bird.

He leads you into the living room and motions with a bow for you to sit on the couch. "Now, if the lovely lady would allow me, I'd adore starting a fire to warm her freezing buns."

Assuming a janky upper-class accent, you respond, "Why, of course, fine gentleman. I suppose that will suffice to toast said freezing buns."

You both laugh, and it makes you forget how cold you are. It's nice to kid around like old times. Like times before Hannah and Beth ran off into the woods and were never seen again. Things were easier then, it was easier to make jokes, easier to laugh.

You sink further into the couch as Josh piles wood into the fireplace.

"Josh?"

"Yeah?" He throws one last log in and pulls out a matchbook from his jeans.

"I'm happy to see you again. It's been a while."

"Too long," he agrees, striking and lighting the match.

You shift in your seat on the couch. "I guess I wanted to ask, are you okay?"

He freezes, and the match dies in his hand.

Shit, you went too far. What were you thinking, asking him how he is doing on the anniversary of the death of his little sisters? You begin to ramble, "Josh, I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't-"

"It's fine," he interrupts, "I'm fine."

You lean forward on the couch, "It's okay if you're not. Honestly, I wouldn't be."

He strikes the match again and lights the kindling as he talks. "I know that having our friends up here is going to help. It really means a lot to me that everyone is coming back to spend this weekend together."

The flickering flame nestled in the piled-on logs is growing in size, blossoming into a healthy, cozy fire. You can feel its warmth on your cheeks already.

Josh ambles over to the couch, sitting next to you—sitting very closely next to you. You almost scooch away, but decide to stay still.

Josh turns his body towards yours. "It means a lot to me that you came."

It's hard to keep your composure; his words feel too intimate and, god, his arm is resting on the couch behind you, one movement away from wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"Thanks, Josh," you force out, looking down at your hands. Your fingers are anxiously knotted together, a clear sign that your body is short-circuiting at his proximity.

He follows your gaze, watching you fidget in your lap. He then moves in, resting a hand on yours to quiet your restless fingers and placing the other beneath your jaw, using his knuckle to gently move your chin up so you face him.

You're freaking out. This is crazy. Why is he touching you like this?

"I-uh...well..." you stammer.

"Do you like me?" he whispers.

You freeze up; what do you even say to that? There's no way you can tell him you've had an embarrassingly unmanageable crush on him since the day you met. It could blow up the entire friendship. But, it's possible that he feels the same way you do, isn't it? His face is mere inches from yours!

Unless he doesn't feel the same way. After countless cruel and mean-spirited pranks, this friend group has sown distrust into every fiber of your body. You want to trust Josh with your true feelings, but can you?

Your mouth gapes, unable to articulate the paralyzing swirl of desire and fear coursing through you.

So you stay silent, and he retreats from your personal space, leaning back against the couch cushion, "Don't worry about answering now, I have a feeling everyone will know each other a lot better after tonight."

Your brow furrows at the crypticness of his statement, but before you can think about it too much, Josh's phone vibrates, and he gives you a knowing smirk, "Speak of the devil."

He gets off the couch and answers the phone while you try to keep your brain from spinning out of control. He was so close to you, which was really scary, but at the same time, it felt really good.

Josh teases the recipient on the other line about Ashley, so you take a guess that he's speaking to Chris.

He ends the phone call and turns to you, "Gotta go pick up the kids at the end of the trail, wanna come with?"

You press your lips together, "Um, I think I'll hang back. Y'know, unpack and stuff."

"Suit yourself," he shrugs, grabbing a flashlight and exiting the cabin.

Still in a daze, you head down the dark hallway and find your guest room. You unpack your clothes into the wooden dresser and throw your diary onto the patchwork quilt atop your bed. The bedroom is a familiar space to you, but it doesn't bring the comfort familiarity typically does.

You take some time to journal out your feelings, trying to work out the complex emotions that come with being back at this lodge after last year. Then, you take some time to write about Josh. How he had possibly come on to you tonight. How you wanted it to go further.

Voices begin to fill up the halls, so you leave your bedroom and journal to join everyone out in the living room. The fire is now roaring and Sam has arrived, so you go to greet her.

You expected everyone to be making an effort to get along considering the reason you're all up here, but since Josh has to separate Jess and Emily by sending Jess and Mike to the guest cabin, it's clear that no one is putting in the work.

The rest of the group swiftly and awkwardly disperse, each couple running off to deal with something whether it be finding a lost bag or a Ouija board. Whether they're making excuses so they don't have to stick around, you don't know, but it hurts to realize that your friend group will probably never recover from last year.

For a moment, Josh looks defeated, but he quickly plasters on his usual devil-may-care smirk.

Sam heads upstairs for a bath, but not before you pull her aside and whisper-shout about her audacious set-up. She laughs it off, and you both agree she can make it up to you with a card game in your room after she washes off.

Still feeling weird about Josh and the exchange earlier, you elect to read in your room instead of hanging out with him. Only, when you go back to the guest room to grab your book, you can't find it in your bag. What you don't notice is how your journal has also disappeared from its place on top of your bed.

"Hey, Josh?" You walk back into the living room to see Josh as well as Chris and Ashley sitting in front of a Ouija board, "Oh hi, Chris, Ashley. Have any of you seen my book?"

"There's a bunch of books around here," Chris shares unhelpfully.

Josh turns toward you, "What does it look like?"

You position your hands to give them a visual aid, "About this big? Green? Signed by the author on the inside?"

Your friends stare at you, blank, and you let your hands fall to your sides.

"Are you sure you packed it?" Ashley asks.

"Yes, I'm sure, and it's special so I really need to find it."

"Maybe it fell out when we were walking up?" Josh suggests.

"Ugh. You're probably right. I'm gonna go check," you say, zipping up your coat.

"I'll go with you," Josh offers, about to stand up before you say, "No, it's...it's fine."

"Are you sure you don't want some alone time with Josh?" Chris teases. Ashley laughs a little too hard.

With a grin, Josh adds on, "What if there are some baddies out there?"

You offer a weak smile, "I'll be fine. Like you said, there's no one else up here but us this weekend. Besides, Emily and Matt are down there getting a bag or whatever."

"Okay," Josh says, throwing his hands up in defeat.

You take a flashlight and head down the trail, squinting as the snow comes down heavier and heavier. After following your friends' footsteps all the way down the path, you spot your book on the bank of a narrow creek a little ways off the trail. You're not sure how it got there but are just happy to have it again.

Brushing off the light dusting of snow atop the book's cover, you're pleased to realize that the weather hasn't damaged the book at all. You're less pleased when you hear an arguing couple headed your way. You silently curse; you had hoped to make your journey as short as possible to avoid this dysfunctional pair.

They turn the corner and Matt sees you, calling out your name with a wave. Emily stares ahead with her arms crossed.

"Hey, guys!" you respond.

They walk up to join you, but your presence doesn't make an impact as they continue bickering all the way back up to the lodge. You succeed in tuning them out until Chris and Ashley appear out of the snowfall.

Your mouth falls open as you take the scene in: Ashley is curled into Chris's chest and her clothes are soaked with blood.

You hurry over to them, "Are you guys okay? What happened?"

Emily gasps, "Ashley, whose blood is that?"

Ashley lets out a strangled sob, clinging onto Chris.

"Chris, what happened?" Matt asks.

"J-Josh," Chris chokes out.

You take a step forward, "Josh what, Chris?"

"He's gone. It's all my fault. There's...there's a psycho on the mountain."

His words are like cold hands that squeeze your heart. There's no way.

"What did you say?" Emily cries, "There's like a serial killer up here?"

Ashley begins sobbing uncontrollably, "Yes! There's a killer and he's gonna kill us all if we don't get out of here!"

"It's okay, it's all gonna be okay," Matt says, and he turns to Emily, "We need to get help."

"But Sam," you interrupt, "Sam's still at the lodge!"

"You're right," Chris says, "We need to get everyone back together first."

"But we also need help!" Emily says, "If there's some psycho up here, I'm not just gonna go back and run into his arms!"

"Here," you say, "You and Matt go get help while Chris, Ashley, and I go back to the lodge to get Sam and everyone else."

"Fine!" Emily responds, "But we need to go, now!"

You split off into your separate directions. Ashley and Chris decide to check the upstairs bathroom while you hurry to check the guest rooms.

You fly down the hallway, opening and searching all the rooms lining the corridor. When you get to your room, you close your eyes and crack open the door, praying that when you open your eyes, your friend will be there, cards in hand, ready to play your make-up game.

"Sam?" you cry out. Nothing.

You check the closet and under the bed, thinking she could be hiding but still come up empty.

You're about to turn around to go check the rest of the rooms when a large hand clamps around your mouth, slamming your back into a hard chest so another arm can ambush you, wrapping around your waist and holding you still.

"Looking for your friend?" a distorted voice asks. Your eyes widen. Shit. This must be the psycho Ashley and Chris were talking about.

You begin to thrash against the body behind you, desperate to do anything to avoid whatever fate Josh had suffered. Your fight does nothing but make the arms around you constrict, the strength of the maniac locking you in place, pressed against their body.

"I wouldn't be difficult, if I were you," the voice states, and you're frightened into compliance when the maniac presses a syringe of mystery liquid up to your neck. You whimper against his glove.

"Now, now, there's no need to be scared," he tucks the syringe away and begins stroking your hair, "As long as you behave, you'll be in good hands."

Tears well up in your eyes and you suppress the urge to fight back again.

He seems lost in thought for a moment as he uses his gloved fingers to play with your hair, but shortly regains his focus, "If you promise to keep quiet, I won't have to use that syringe I showed you earlier," he chuckles, the sound metallic with the voice changer, before adding, "Not that anyone would hear you or be able to help."

You gasp, are Chris and Ashley okay? Is Sam?

He looks down at you, and you can see a part of the mask he's wearing in your peripheral vision. "Can you do that for me? Be nice and quiet like a good little kitten?" As he speaks, he slowly pulls down the zipper of your coat, exposing your tight v-neck shirt.

You press your eyes shut and give a curt nod. It's best to just go along with what he says, you want to try to make it out of this alive.

The man releases the hand over your mouth, and you make an effort to keep from breaking down in tears. The psycho takes a step back and away as you manually even your breathing.

"Sit on the bed and face me," he says.

You take a few uncertain steps forward, as though you were walking on a lurching boat, and sit on the patchwork quilt, cramming yourself close to the wall behind you and pulling your knees up to your chest. You raise your chin to face your attacker and cold fear washes over you.

He's tall, built, and looks like something right out of a slasher film. He's wearing oversized overalls dirtied with dried mud and a creepy skull-like mask that covers his entire head and neck. The syringe he threatened you with pokes out of his pocket, a reminder of the consequences if you don't comply. Down by his side, his gloved hand grips a journal—your journal.

He opens your diary and begins to carelessly flip through it, "Hmmm...maybe I should tell you a bedtime story to calm you down. There's a lot of great material in here."

Your fists ball up, scrunching the fabric of the quilt beneath them. "What do you want?" you grit out. Those entries are personal, and you'd have no idea why this intruder would be interested in reading them.

Ignoring you, the psycho flips to the page you had left your bookmark in. "Look at that, a recent entry," he darkly chuckles at his discovery, "I wonder what it says."

Your lips tighten, of all entries, why did it have to be that one?

"It's nothing, just random fucking friend group shit," you say.

The psycho looks up, gazing at you for once instead of the pages in his hands. "Then you wouldn't mind me reading it, would you?"

You open your mouth, helpless, "Um, no...you don't need to-"

The maniac lumbers towards you, just a few steps away, before he begins to recite your words.

"Fuck, Josh is so hot. It's literally torture. I want to take him into one of these guest rooms and just have my way with him. I'd let him do anything he wanted too, like let him just use my body for his pleasure. Ugh, I'm getting all hot just thinking about it. It's killing me that we were literally alone, and I think he was making a move on me, but I just didn't do anything about it. But I don't know, I don't want to push it after his sisters..." the psycho trails off.

Your face burns, feeling more embarrassed than scared now, even with a potential murderer standing before you. Your words sound so much more extreme and mortifying after being read aloud. Is that what he's trying to do, humiliate you?

The psycho closes the journal, steps forward, and tosses it onto the dresser. He's close now, boots planted on the red carpet in front of the bed, just a few paces away. He's watching you, his gaze suffocating, so you avert your own, instead focusing on the area above his left shoulder.

A glint in the corner of the room, right where the ceiling meets the two adjacent walls, catches your eye.

"Nothing to say about that entry, sweetheart?" the psycho asks, standing there with his gloved hands by his side as if he has all the time in the world.

This is getting suspicious; why is he asking you about your crush instead of, I don't know, killing you? It seems like such a trivial topic for a killer to be focused on...if he actually is one. Were Chris and Ashley wrong?

You peer at the shady corner of the room and are able to make out a circular object: a black and shiny lens. Above it is a dim but steadily blinking red light. You're being filmed. With that realization, you put it together.

They're pranking you.

It started with Sam tricking you into being alone with Josh, and then Chris teasing you about him, and then Ashley and Chris putting on a hell of a show trying to convince you some psycho is running around. Now, they're trying to terrify you into confessing your feelings. It's all some stupid, immature prank where you are the butt of the joke.

A deep frown forms on your face and you unfurl your body from its curled up position on the bed. Fury begins to pulse through your body.

"Now that I think about it, I actually have plenty to say about that entry." You stand up, taking a bold stride toward the "psycho". His hand raises to the pocket the syringe sticks out of, but you continue unfazed.

"First, let me start off with the fact that I will not let you guys scare and embarrass me for your own entertainment, alright?" You're almost yelling now, and the man watches as you continue your tirade.

You stare down the camera, gesticulating wildly, "I have feelings for Josh, okay? I want to fuck Josh. Hard." You throw your hands in the air, "And you can play all these stupid little tricks you want on me but I'm not going to let you guys make me feel bad about it. I don't give a fuck about what any of you think of me."

You sigh, exasperated, and face the speechless man standing in front of you. "There you go, hope you guys got the laugh you wanted."

He observes you as you shift your weight, the creepy eyes of the mask staring uncomfortably deep into you. You fold your arms, "So you can take the mask off now, okay? The prank's over, Chris."

"It's not Chris."

You press your lips together, "Okay, then who is it, Mike?"

The psycho speaks again, but this time, the voice-changer has been turned off.

"I think you know who it is."

Your eyes widen. There's no way you just confessed to-

The psycho's gloved hands rise to his head, and his fingers hook behind his mask and bring it down, revealing Josh's smirking face.

You take a wobbly step back, your anger disintegrating and leaving you without the confidence to speak as casually as you just were.

He chuckles, amused by your surprise and confusion. "This isn't how I imagined this going, but I'm not complaining about it." He places his mask next to your journal that's on top of the dresser.

A million thoughts and feelings begin swirling around your head and body at a vertigo-inducing pace, but they are all quieted when Josh steps forward and takes your hands in his gloves.

"Josh, what...what's going on?" you ask meekly, "Where is everyone?" It feels so contradictory, but knowing it's him near you, with his hands in yours, makes you feel so safe.

"I set up a few games for them," Josh says, "They should be entertained for a bit. But yeah, it's all one big prank. Gotcha!"

It feels like he's holding back a full reply. You look up at him, searching his green eyes for a complete answer, only to be met with a warm rush to your stomach at the fact that his gaze is soft, loving, and entirely focused on you. It's easier to fall into his warm embrace than insist on knowing more about the stupid prank, so you choose to just let it go.

Josh looks down and away, “Y’know, I’ve always been into you. I’m not good with this kind of thing but…I’ve always wanted to ask you out. I never got the courage to tell you that until now.”

Your heart flutters. “I was scared to tell you too, I just didn’t know how you’d react given…everything.”

He nods, “It feels like sometimes it takes a life-or-death situation to get people to confess their true feelings. Like Chris and Ashley, it’d take a gun to their head to get either of them to spill their guts.” 

“You’re probably right,” you giggle. 

Josh leans closer to you, hands moving from yours so they can rest on the curve of your waist. His thumbs slowly stroke your sides, provoking the urge to move his hands underneath your shirt to feel the sensation unobstructed. 

“So,” he starts, his voice quieter, dripping with something darker, “Was everything you wrote in your diary true?” 

You bring your arms up so they’re around his neck, pressing your body into his. Your soft chest melds into his hard sternum and heat radiates through his overalls to warm your skin. 

You tilt your head so your lips are centimeters from his, “You mean how I wrote pages upon pages of how bad I wanted to fuck you?” 

His hands tighten, squeezing your waist, and with his chest so close to yours, you can feel his heartbeat speed up at your words. 

“Fuck,” he says, “I guess I didn’t know you wanted it as much as I have.” 

You lean forward, closing the gap between your lips and kiss him, hard. You melt into each other, bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, devoid of any negative space. One of his hands comes up to your jaw and the other travels to the small of your back, pushing you further into him. 

Threading your fingers into his hair, you deepen the kiss, parting your lips and allowing your tongues to push into each other's mouths. He’s a little hesitant at first, but any self-consciousness vanishes when you begin to moan breathily into your open-mouthed kisses. Thoroughly encouraged by your noises of delight, he indulges in his desire, indulges in you.

His kisses are becoming messy and desperate as he works to keep receiving your pretty little noises. He runs his hands all over your body, feeling every dip and curve, wanting to touch all of you at the same time. Each brush of his hands sends tingles up your spine and you move with him, desiring nothing more but to keep your body underneath the palms of his hands.

You allow your hands to explore too, taking them downward, past the buttons of his shirt, the large pocket of his overalls, and his belt until they reach the hardness in his pants. You rest delicate fingers on it, tracing the outline and Josh breaks from your kiss to groan. 

You let out a shaky breath, “Shit, Josh. I want this. I want you.” 

He leans down and grabs the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up and against him. Now suspended, you tighten your arms around his neck, holding onto him. Josh lays you down on the quilt and you spread your body out, relaxing into the soft fabric and the euphoric buzz your body swims in. He crawls on top of you, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your neck, and finally, to your collarbone all while you giggle and pull him close.

He hovers over you, “You know where I want to take you right?”

You laugh and point your finger into his chest, “Don’t you dare say that perverted phrase.” 

He smiles, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lock his lips and throw away the key. 

He begins to kiss your neck once more, and you squirm underneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation his warm and wet lips shock through your body. His shirt’s sleeves are rolled up, so you wrap your hands around his thick forearms to stabilize yourself. 

Josh moves the neckline of your t-shirt, kissing further down on the increasingly exposed skin. Each kiss sends heat blooming deep in your stomach, making it even harder to keep still with the waves of pleasure overtaking you. His fingers tug on the hem of your t-shirt, a silent ask for removal. You’re about to comply when the shine of the camera in the corner catches your eye once more, the lens trained directly on the bed. 

“Josh, the camera?” you ask. 

“Not on,” he mumbles, entranced by the sight and feeling of your chest. 

It’s enough reassurance for you to pull your coat and shirt off, uncovering your bra and torso. Your exposure gives you a sudden wave of self-doubt about the prank pulled on you and everyone's role in it. You still have questions since some things aren’t fitting together, but, shamefully, it’s hard to think critically when Josh’s lips feel so good against you. 

“Fuck, y’know you’re so pretty?” Josh whispers into your torso, lavishing your chest with kisses and licks as he worships your body, “All of our winter trips…s’been so hard to focus with you here. Just wanted to touch you.”

Your fingernails begin to dig into his forearms. “It was so hard for me too, Josh, I’ve had a crush on you for like ever.” He kisses just above your jeans and you let out a gasp. Your hand comes up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your noises, but Josh pins your wrist to the bedspread. 

“Please,” he says, “I want…to hear you,” he presses another kiss to your pelvis, “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” 

“Okay,” you answer, breath hitching as he unbuttons your pants. He pulls your jeans off and throws them onto the rug. “Mmm, no fair,” you whine, using your free hand to knock one of his overall straps off his shoulder. He smiles, complying with your wishes by taking his overalls off, leaving him in his button-up and dark jeans. 

“Is this satisfactory for the princess?” he asks, waiting for you to evaluate his outfit. 

You tilt your head and grin, “Hmmm…satisfactory for now.” 

“Then, may I continue pleasuring my fair maiden?”

“You may,” you giggle. 

He kneels between your thighs and strokes his fingers along the curves of your legs, marveling at your beauty. 

“You have such a tight bod,” he says, breathless. He places a big hand on your lower stomach, “And so soft, too.”

A shy smile spreads across your face; the words from your crush make you feel tingly and giddy. “It makes me happy that you like my body,” you respond. 

“I love it,” he says, bending your knees and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, amused by how you instinctively jerk at the sensation. “You like when I kiss you there?” he asks, already knowing the answer. 

Your breathing becomes uneven as he kisses further down your inner thigh, closing in on your underwear and the darkened patch where your wetness has soaked through the fabric. Josh’s rough hands slip down your thighs, holding them open and still despite the way you squirm when his lips feel a little too good. 

He pauses for a quick moment to pull off his shirt, leaving him in his dark henley top that hugs his lean build perfectly. 

“I want more off of you,” you demand, and Josh grins, stating that “Somebody’s eager.” 

His henley top comes off and shirtless Josh is between your legs once more, kissing just a few inches shy of your underwear. His hands roam as he does, gratefully squeezing the flesh of your thighs. 

He moans your name as he licks a stripe across the inside of your leg, sending the thoughts straight out of your brain. All you know is that he sounds so fucking hot when he moans your name. 

“C-can I take these off now?” he asks, placing a hand on your underwear, a twinge of desperation underlying his voice.

“Yes, please, Josh,” you gasp, thumbs already tucking into your waistband to get the burdensome fabric off as quickly as possible. 

He groans as your glistening folds are exposed, looking like he’s about to come just from the sight of you. Within seconds he’s nestled between your legs again, kissing your thighs until he gets to your soaked entrance. His hot breath fans against you, sending butterflies of anticipation up your sides. 

“I’ve been thinking about doing this for so long,” he admits before licking up your cunt with a flattened tongue, sending one of your hands down to get knotted into his hair and the other gripping onto the bedsheets for dear life. 

He continues to lick his tongue through your folds, and you begin to writhe underneath his touch, “Fuck, Josh, it…it feels really good.” 

He groans against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through your body. Your hips kick up against your will, but Josh pushes your pelvis back down into the mattress, palm firmly placed on your lower stomach, fingers spread. 

“Can’t have you wiggling around, now can we?” he says before diving into your pussy one more. He bathes your clit with attention, holding your hips down and keeping you still every time a flick of his tongue is too powerful for you to handle. 

Your fingers dig deep into Josh’s hair, pulling it gently, which he seems to enjoy with the way he groans into you. His hips buck a little into the mattress whenever you pull tighter, so desperate to get off to you.

He watches you as he pleasures you, devouring every little reaction with his dark and hungry green eyes. When you look down, you can see that one of his hands has slipped underneath his jeans, allowing him to palm himself to your delightful reactions. 

He begins to suck on your clit, kissing and taking it into his mouth rhythmically in a way that might just drive you out of your right mind. His mouth is warm and wet against you and each shockwave of pleasure it gifts breaks you down into smaller and smaller pieces. 

Honestly, it’s frightening how the bliss consumes you in totality: thoughts, body, everything. It’s better than any smutty fantasy you scribbled down in your journal. Your imagination could have never conjured up what it feels like to have Josh go down on you.

“You’re s’hot,” he says in between licks, “And taste so good, fuck.” 

You moan, and he becomes sloppier with his movements, too overcome by desire to think straight. You buck your hips against him and he lets you, allowing his hand to just sit on your pelvis instead of push it down.

Tingles of electricity shoot up your sides as you ride Josh’s tongue. He accommodates his mouth to every jerky thrust of your hips, fully giving in to your carnal pleasure. He watches you, eyes half-lidded, touching himself, and completely under the spell of your gyrating body. 

“Ah—fuck, Josh I’m so close.”

“Please,” he mumbles, his tongue and mouth inseparable from your wet cunt, “I want you to, I want you to come so bad.”

A strangled moan rips through your throat as an orgasm comes crashing down on you. You throw your head back against the quilt, eyes crinkled shut and mouth agape. The pleasure hits you in unforgiving waves, slamming into your poor body until it's through with you.

Josh strokes your quaking thighs, soothing the intensity of your climax and helping you through it. 

“Fuck—that’s it, there you go” Josh coos.

Your whole body falls limp, and you lie supine on the bed, the aftershocks of your orgasm still buzzing through you. Your canal throbs, squeezing around but the copious amount of slick dripping out of your pussy.

Josh clambers up to your face, kissing your cheek and forehead as you try to slow your panting. 

“Josh,” you slur, still trying to return to Earth. 

“Mmm?” he answers, placing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“That was really good,” you manage to express. 

He smiles against your skin, lies down next to you, and wraps his arms around your body, holding you to him with a comforting firmness. Your hands rest on the bicep settled over your chest, and you snuggle into Josh’s embrace. He’s so warm, and smells so good. He’s exactly what you need after such a violent orgasm.

Your energy depleted, you slip off, so comfortable and safe in Josh’s arms. 

Josh waits until you're fully asleep before checking his watch. Based on the time, Ashley and Chris should be waking up soon from the sleeping gas he had poisoned them with.

Careful not to wake you, Josh slips out of the bed, dresses himself, and picks up the mask on the dresser.

"Sleep well, honey," he says with a smile before shutting the door behind him.

#josh washington x reader #until dawn smut #until dawn josh #josh washington #josh washington x you #sam giddings #ashley brown #chris hartley #josh until dawn #josh until dawn smut #josh washington smut #until dawn

[lyssak09]

hello!! i am super excited to see that you write for the umbrella academy and the walking dead!! could i request a yandere!daryl dixon x reader (maybe set around the farm or prison era) where he’s obsessed with her and wants to start a little family after seeing how adorable Judith is and reader taking care of her? You can make it as dark as you’re comfortable with. thank you so so much <33

Yandere Daryl Dixon

If Daryl knew you before the walkers than his obsession will be 10x worse

Daryl is a possessive, obsessive, short fuse, and a bit stalker/manipulative yandere

He knows your favorite color and everything about you all the down to your schedule

Daryl is scared shitless that you're gonna die from walkers. All because you're too kind and helpful that you forget about looking out for yourself. Every thing you do is locked down in his memory. From your favorite things to your schedule.

He always has an eye on you. And if you ask for even a tiny bit of space then you be extremely guilt tripped or be berated. Like he could bring you to tears if he tired hard enough

Daryl will and has killed for you (not just walkers). You're the love of his life. All you do to him is brighten his day and make him fall in love over and over again.

His punishments are mental and slight physical. But you might not need them.

He will punch around you. Never hit you on purpose. He knows better.

He won't mean to treat you like his father treated his mom. But its what he knows. If you go against Daryl and his rules you will get berated by him

"I'm never gonna hate you. But god damn it! I provide for you in this fucked up world, and this is how you repay me? I should just stick you out in the woods, shouldn't I?!"

Once Lori died and the group settles in the prison, you become a mother to Judith and Carl. Rick is forever grateful about it and starts to see you as more (more on that later)

Daryl thinks it is the cutest thing ever. He might not say it but he will show it with small smiles.

All Daryl wants to do eventually is start a tiny family with you. Whether you like it or not

Judith will babble at you all the time. And Carl will be by your side while morning his mother.

Because of your connection with Rick's children, you two start a romantic relationship sorta quick.

You start to spend more of your time with the kids and Rick. Instead of hanging out with your best friend, Daryl.

Daryl's yandere tendencies will get 100% worse because of that.

Daryl will start to stalk you trying to figure out what is so special about Rick.

Once he finds out about you and Rick he will become hell on earth

Daryl will kidnap you. He will take you to one of two places.

Either a extremely secluded place in the prison or a cabin far far away from everyone

No matter which place he keeps you, he'll have things you want. Daryl even has baby stuff ready. This man is prepared.

Rick will go crazy and depressive searching for you. Carl is spiraling into depression and Judith is really sad :(. Rick will stop at nothing to find you, he needs his Y/N.

If he ever finds you it could lead to an ultimate civil war between him and Daryl. But its unlikely that you'll be found. Daryl is making sure you're his forever.

You'll wake up with a ring on your left ring finger and a man holding you

"Daryl! Let me out! Rick is find out you took me and is gonna save me" you yelled and thrashed against the chains. Daryl dismissed your statement and kissed you. "I am allowed to keep my wife with me and away from others. You were speechless. " I am not your wife, Daryl. I'm with Rick!" You said extremely frustrated. He let out a low growl, "You better watch your mouth, Sunshine.". You flinched but kept talking, "You need to talk to one of our doctor's they might be able to help". Daryl let out a little laugh, "Help with what? I'm happier now than I've been in years. You love me, I have you to myself, and we're starting a family soon. Everything is perfect"

@flowercrowns-goodvibes thank you so much for requesting!! Your request gave me a lot of ideas. One of my ideas for it was pretty dark and involved snatching Judith. If anyone would like to see that come to fruition please let me know. Sorry its short. Feel free to request again! That stands for everyone as well.

#yandere headcanon #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere #the walking dead #twd #TWD #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon #Yandere TWD #yandere daryl dixon #Lyssa's hcs #Ask Lyssa #Miss Blue writing

[miaisagirllover]

who you gonna call? (ghostbusters!)

here is my @bylerween2023 day 1 fic for ghosts and hauntings. it’ll be on ao3 soon as this is a queued post. basically byler and lumax catching a ghost in hopper’s cabin.

Lucas Sinclair didn’t think he’d be spending his Halloween at the police chief’s dingy old cabin, trying to capture a ghost (and go on a subtle double date). But here he was, at 10pm in the middle of the night with a torch in his left hand, and his trusty wrist-rocket in the other.

“I don’t even know why you took that dumb slingshot with you,” Max asked “If there’s actually a ghost in there, the rock or whatever you’ve brought to shoot is gonna go through it.”

“It could be useful.” Mike said, coming to Lucas’ defence. “If it isn't a ghost and is just some rat, then it could work.”

“Thank you,” Lucas replied “And it’s a wrist-rocket, not a slingshot, Max.”

“Can we just go in guys?” Will asked “I’m really tired. I only came because I had nothing to do.”

“Did you come because there was nothing to do, or was it because Mike was doing this?” Lucas asked.

Just as Will was about to retort, Hopper finally came out of the cabin, commanding the 4 kids.

“I want you all to just catch whatever is in my house and get rid of it. It’s been banging on the walls and throwing my stuff off of shelves. Even broke one of my best cups.”

“Are you sure it’s not just a rat or anything?” Mike asked sceptically.

“Tell me, Wheeler, have you seen any invisible rats around? Because I haven’t,” Hopper angrily responded “So stop being such a pussy, get in here and catch the goddam ghost!”

With those last few words, he pushed them all into the cabin, giving an extra shove to Mike. Then he closed the door. Max looked through the dusty blinds.

“He going in his car,” Max said “He’s just ditching us here! We don’t know jackshit about this ghost.”

“Can we all just agree that this is stupid?” Mike said “It’s obviously not a ghost and is just some stupid animal that decided it felt at home in this place.”

"Yea, let's just watch a movie here." Will agreed.

"I brought some candy, so it can be a full on movie night." Mike added.

10 minutes later, everyone was on an old couch, watching some horror films. It didn't seem like Chief Hopper was too big on films, as he only had old stuff in his cabin. After a while, the kids picked "The Invisible Man" as their movie of choice.

"Hey, Lucas, remember that the film isn't real, so don't get scared." Max teased.

"I won't get scared because of some shitty old film." Lucas said, before lightly slapping Max's arm.

"Max was able to scare you with a cheap Michael Myers mask, remember that?" Will pointed out.

"Yea, and you screamed like a girl too," Mike added "not even my little sister could scream that high."

Lucas pretend-sulked for a few seconds before taking a snack from Mike and eating it. As they were all eating and watching the film, Will noticed something.

"Mike, where did you get the snacks from?" He asked.

"Yea, we haven't gone trick-or-treating yet." Max joined in.

"Well," Mike began "I saw Holly's bag and thought she might be eating too much. So I just borrowed a few sweets from her."

"Mike!" Will shouted "You just stole sweets from your sister!"

"I just borrowed them." Mike responded.

"How the fuck do you borrow sweets, Mike?" Lucas asked.

"Ok, ok maybe I shouldn't have stole them," Mike said "But do you guys really wanna watch this old film without any Skittles or Reeses?"

"He has a point." Max answered, as she reached out for his bag.

"Can't believe I'm dating a thief." Will said.

“Would you break up with me if I continued stealing?” Mike asked “Because if you would, maybe I’d consider stopping.”

Will didn’t say anything back, he just kissed him on the cheek. Just as Mike was about to hug him, Max spoke up.

”Ugh, you guys are so clingy. Get a room.” Max joking said, before mime-vomiting.

”Hey, just because we didn’t break up 5 times in 9 months doesn’t mean we’re clingy.” Will replied.

Just as Lucas was about to join in, a clash of something came from the kitchen.

”What was that?” Max asked.

”Eh, probably just some cup.” Mike said.

”Cups don’t just fall out of nowhere.” Lucas said.

”What if it’s the invisble man?” Will joked. Everyone laughed for a bit, until they suddenly heard a loud bang. It shoke the living room, maybe even the whole house.

”What the actual fuck was that?” Max asked, although no one else knew.

”Should we go check it out?” Mike proposed.

”Nah, I’m good. Probably just a stray cat.” Lucas nervously answered.

”Do strays bang on walls?” Will asked sarcastically.

”No, but what if there’s something there?” Lucas answered.

”Ok, let’s settle this.” Max joined in. “Me and Lucas will go check the fallen object, and you two can see what made the bang happen.”

Everyone agreed, even a slightly scared Lucas, before splitting up. Max and Lucas went to the left of the house and searched the kitchen and guest bedroom, while Mike and Will went to the right, towards the bathroom and master bedroom.

After 15 minutes of thorough searching, Lucas and Max found nothing. They had found a bunch of little trinkets in the house, even a ballerina music box, but nothing too supernatural.

”I wonder if they’re gonna make out instead of searching.” Max told Lucas.

”It less likely that they’re not.” He joked back.

”WE CAN HEAR YOU GUYS!” Mike shouted from the bathroom.

”Shit.” Max whispered, before shouting back “HAVE YOU GUYS FOUND ANYTHING YET?”

”NOPE, NOTHING’S IN THE BATHROOM.” Mike replied. “WHAT ABOUT YOU GUYS?”

”NOTHING,” Max shouted back “LET’S MEET UP IN THE LIVING ROOM.”

It only took a few seconds for the 4 of them to get back together and they had nothing of interest to share.

”Can we just go home now?” Will asked “We found no ghosts or animals in this place, Hopper is just getting old and losing his wits.”

“Yea, let’s leave this shithole.” Mike said “But I’m not telling the police chief he’s getting old.”

They were all packing up, Mike putting his stolen sweets back in his bag. Once everyone was ready to leave, Lucas opened the door, but something happened. 

It closed on itself.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Max screamed. She and Mike were completely shocked, while Lucas and Will were now terrified. They all stared at the door for a few seconds, before Mike finally spoke up.

"It was probably the wind, let just try again." He said, though he and everyone else knew that wasn't wind. After a few seconds of trying to open the door, he found something out.

"It's locked." Mike finally said.

"That bullshit," Lucas replied, "You can't lock this door from the outside. Let me try, man."

"Alright," His friend answered, "But don't be shocked when you can't open it."

Just as Lucas was about to put his hand on the doorknob, Will heard something.

"Guys, who the actual fuck turned on that?" He asked, pointing to the kitchen counters. There stood the ballerina box, with the little figure spinning. A delicate, yet slightly eerie tune was coming from it.

"I didn't turn it on." Lucas spoke, "And I was with Max all this time, so it wasn't her."

"Well," Mike began "It wasn't me or Will so-"

He was quickly interrupted by a flying plate coming out of a cupboard. It nearly hit him right in the face, but instead smashed into the wall next to him, spreading fine china all over the floor.

"Holy shit, there's a ghost." Mike slowly said.

"We need to leave right fucking now!" Max urgently shouted.

Everyone started running to the backdoor to try and leave. But suddenly, the couch was right at the door, blocking the teens.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Will screamed. He didn't even know why he came in the first place.

"Now do you think ghosts are fake?" Max asked Mike.

"Max, we are trapped inside this cabin by something, and you're trying to make me say I'm wrong?" Mike slowly told Max.

"Who cares, let's just camp out here till morning." Lucas said

"Are you telling us to stay in a haunted house for a whole night?" Will asked. "Nope, I'm not doing it."

"You can try leave, but this ghost has us trapped." Lucas replied. "So we should wait till Hopper comes back and let him deal with it."

"Alright, fine." Will reluctantly gave in. “But I’m locking my door all night.”

”Alright,so me and Lucas get the bedroom on the left, and you and Mike get the one on the right.”

They all rushed to their new rooms, hoping they wouldn’t get a pan lobbed at them by the ghost.

“Do you think Hopper could actually deal with a ghost?” Mike asked Will, once they shut and locked the door. “I mean, if he needs teenagers to catch a ghost, he would faint if he saw what we saw.”

”Yea, he would not do jackshit if a fork was floating in front of him.” Will laughed

They sat in a peaceful silence for a few seconds, savouring the ghost-free moments.

”Do you wants some candy.” Mike finally asked.

”Depends,” His boyfriend replied. “Are they stolen goods?”

”Stolen, but I guess you’ll miss out on your favourite.” Mike shook a bag of Reese’s Cups in front of Will’s face.

”How dare you tempt me like this?” Will jokingly exclaimed. “You know what, fuck it.” He added as he took Mike’s bag of Reese’s.

”I knew you’d give in!” Mike victoriously said.

”You know I love them.” Will replied.

“More than you love me?” Mike teased.

”Hmmm. Maybe, maybe not.” Will said

Mike lightly punched Will on his arm, and they started play fighting, like they were 7 years old in Mike’s basement again. After a while, they decided to go to sleep, Will taking the left side and Mike taking the right. Mike was a heavy sleeper, almost immediately slumped onto Will. A few minutes passed by and Will also fell into a slumber.

”Which side are you picking?" Lucas asked. "Because I always take the left."

"I pick that side too." Max said.

"Well, there's only one way to settle this." Lucas started. "PILLOW FIGHT!"

He suddenly grabbed a pillow from the bed, and hit Max with it. She retaliated and smacked him over the head. Feathers were everywhere and the two of them layed on the bed, tired but energetic at the same time. Then Lucas had an idea.

”Wait, what if this ghost is like the invisible man?” He said, suddenly sitting upright. “We can’t see him, but he’s still touchable. We could cover him in,like, feathers or paint. Then, once we know where he is, we’ll attack!”

”Lucas, it’s a ghost, they go through walls.” Max replied. “The feathers will just fall as if there was nothing there.”

”It’s worth a shot.” Lucas said, now standing up and at the door. “I’ll wake up Will and Mike.”

He ran to the other room and opened to the door. Mike was laying on Will’s shoulder, the both of them asleep. Until Lucas spoke.

”Guys, sorry for waking you up, but I have an idea to catch the ghost.” He announced.

”Mhh, what?” Will sleepily asked, waking up and straightening his back. Mike’s head slipped off his boyfriend’s shoulder, waking him up in turn.

“So when paint falls on something invisible, it’ll cover it, right?” Lucas explained. “That means that we can cover the ghost in paint and then attack!”

”Lucas?” Will asked.

”Yea?” He replied.

”You do know that ghosts can go through things?” Will said. “So paint would just spill on the floor and Hopper would kill us.”

”That’s what I said.” Max suddenly appeared in the doorframe.

”Well, it’s worth a shot.” Lucas replied.

Will and Mike got out of bed after some more persuasion by Lucas (Mike took 5 minutes more than Will to get out). Everyone quietly crept around the house  and got their supplies. Lucas went back to his room and got feathers from his pillow fight with Max. Will got flour from the kitchen and Mike got paint from the cupboard. Finally, Max got a blanket and rope. They went over their plan quickly: they would go into the living room and try to open the main door, which would hopefully bait the ghost. Once they all have him, Lucas, Will and Mike would throw their stuff on him. Then, Max would catch the ghost with a blanket. Finally, they would fight him and tie him up.

The teens all went to the living room and loudly tried to open the door. Mike was falsely complaining in an effort to attract the ghost.

”Oh no!” He theatrically bemoaned. “We can’t open the door! I guess we’re just stuck here.”

After a few minutes of silence, an apple fell from a fruit bowl. Lucas led everyone into the kitchen, waving his hand in the direction they needed to go. Suddenly, the room shook again and a drawer opened. They all took this as their cue, as Lucas shouted, “GO!”, although Max went forward a bit sooner, clearly eager to catch a ghost.

The boys threw their stuff in front of them, right at the drawer. Most of it splattered on the counters and cabinets, but some of it covered a human figure. And someone screamed.

”WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” It was Max. They hadn’t caught a ghost or invisible man, it was just their friend.

”Shit, Max, I’m so sorr-“ Will began to apologise, but he was taken by something. It grabbed the back of his shirt, lifted him up and pinned him against the wall.

Then, a drawer opened and a knife floated to Will’s neck.

”Holy fuck.” Mike had dropped his paint bucket in utter shock. This ghost was going to kill his boyfriend. But then the knife dropped and a pen made its way to the ghost. It went through Will’s pocket until it found a piece of paper he’d used to doodle on the go. The pen started to write something. After a few seconds, it scrunched up the paper and threw it to the kids. Mike immediately crouched down to read it. 

“Either he dies, or all of you do.” He shakily said. “That’s what the note says.”

”Mike, it’s fine.” Will spoke, holding back tears. “Just get out alive, ok?”

”Will, you are not dying to some ghost.” Max told him, blue paint masking how pale she was from terror. But as she said that, the knife hovered towards the three of them, almost like a threat.

”That it, fuck you.” Mike whispered, before running to take Will’s flour bag.

”What are you doing Mike?” Lucas shouted urgently. His friend was now reaching for the bottom of the bag. Finally having some flour in his hand, Mike threw it at the floating knife, revealing someone holding it. Will fell down from the wall, escaping the ghost’s grip.

”Take this, dipshit!” Max shouted, putting the blanket over the ghost’s head. Lucas ran to get the rope and tie him into a knot.

Mike ran to Will, checking on him in case he was hurt.

”Will, fuck, are you ok?” He breathlessly asked.

”Mike, I’m fine.” Will replied, extremely drained. “Why didn’t you just get out?”

”Do you think we were going to let you die in front of us?” His boyfriend said. They both hugged eachother so tightly that one of them might’ve been crushed.

”So, when you guys are done with your love-fest, what are we going to do with this guy?” Max asked, pointing to the writhing figure under the blanket.

”We need to stop this thing, that’s no normal ghost” Will said. “Let’s bury him outside.”

A few minutes later, Mike and Will were outside, having just finished digging a hole for the ghost to lie in. Max and Lucas were in the house, trying to carry him out. Dawn was beginning to rise, small wisps of light making it through the darkness. The two boys were sat on the grass in silence. After a bit of pondering, Mike then spoke.

”Will, when you said the ghost wasn’t normal, what did you mean by that?” He asked.

”It’s just that, I think he just drained me.” Will said, still slightly shaken from his near-death experience. “When he had me, it was like someone was in my head and they were stealing my energy. I guess that’s why I told you guys to go, it’s probably just what it wanted me to think, that there was no hope for me.”

”So you think this ghost has like, powers and stuff?” Mike asked.

”I mean, yea.” Will answered. “It should take a lot to even be a ghost, let alone being able to get into people’s head and show them-“ But then he stopped talking.

”Will, what do you mean?” Mike asked, now more worried than ever.

”It was just some stuff to scare me.” Will began. “Once the ghost got to me, he started showing me visions of you guys. Except that you were all dead in the worst ways possible. It was like a threat: you die, or this is how your friends will end up. He also showed me things that had already happened, like when my dad still lived with me, Mom and Jonathan. He just made me relive it way more vividly than a memory could ever be.”

Just as he had finished, Lucas and Max came through the door, carrying the ghost in between the two of them. Lucas was holding the feet, while Max was carrying the head.

”Can we just burn this fucker?” Max asked.

”I’m pretty sure ghost’s can’t die, and therefore can’t burn.” Lucas replied.

”Well, let’s just get this done and over with.” Will said.

Lucas and Max both unceremoniously threw the ghost into the pit, then Mike and Will tossed the dirt over it.

”Isn’t it weird this will be the closest we’ll ever get to murder?” Mike spoke.

”Well, it’s not really murder if the victim is already dead, is it?” Lucas asked

After 2 minutes, the gang was done with the job. They’d fully buried the ghost, hopefully never haunting anyone else. They all said their “fuck you’s” and “shit-heads” (Will even spat on his grave) before leaving. 

“So, can we all agree that this has been the worst Halloween ever?” Lucas spoke.

”Yea, I think getting flour all over me was the worst part.” Max said, before adding, “Well, except from Will being assaulted by a ghost.”

They all walked off into the sunrise, hoping they don’t get trick instead of treat again next year.

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[miras-ash]

Chapter 16 of "Just as the stars love the night"

Mira's pov

She is beautiful. That was the first thing that went through my mind when I first saw this little creature. On her head she already had dark red hair and her eyes shone bright green, she was the perfect image of her mother.

I looked at both of them and knew immediately that I was home, this was my family, my fortress and I would defend it with my life. Never again should they be wronged or harmed, I swore to myself.

"She's really there. She really exists." Liz's voice sounded wooden almost as if she was in a state of shock, only her smile assured me that it was okay. No one said anything for quite a while, it was like we were in our own little bubble sealed off from the outside world and only when my arms started to go numb because I was still holding Eliza I woke up from this kind of trance. With Doc's help we put her down on the couch and then started to clean Eliza as best we could. I looked around, her clothes were definitely ruined, she couldn't wear them anymore so I had no choice but to find something new. Since Gustave was still busy examining the two anyway, I left the cabin on my way to our friends and colleagues. Maybe someone had something to give away.

The first person I met was none other than Yumiko, sitting on one of the couches across from the stairs leading down. She jumped up, her eyes widened when she saw me after all I looked like after a visit to the slaughterhouse, my clothes and hands were covered in blood.

"Mira tell me she's still alive!"

Yumiko was already about to rush past me but I held her tight.

"Yes, she's still alive. She and the baby are probably up for now, we just have to make sure we get there soon."

She breathed a sigh of relief and then said "Thank God, I couldn't think of anything else. I was so scared and if something had happened to her and I wasn't by her side, I never would have been able to forgive myself."

She spoke from my soul, luckily we had Doc, without him this all could have ended very differently.

"Say, you didn't happen to have time to bring a change of clothes did you?"

Hibana shook her head but thought about it for a moment before happily announcing "I didn't but I'm sure Jordan won't mind if we borrow his hoddie, he's always wearing something underneath anyway and I'm sure someone has something else, let's go ask quickly."

Together we entered the passenger area of the plane. My sudden presence and appearance had a similar reaction to Yumiko's in most people, everywhere only worried or partly confused faces. No one said anything, they seemed to be waiting to see if and what I had to say.

"Ash gave birth to a healthy baby girl a few minutes ago, she is doing okay according to the circumstances. Doc is taking care of her right now" I announced in a loud voice and immediately thunderous applause broke out. Congratulations were shouted at me, some colleagues with whom I was somewhat closer friends came up to me, patted me on the shoulder or even hugged me. After everything had calmed down, most of them sat down again, still looking at me. I took this opportunity to ask "Does anyone have any clothes to donate? It should be noted that they could probably come into contact with blood and such."

Against my expectations, I was given a large selection to choose from, everyone wanted to help, which really touched me. We didn't always agree and there were many arguments but at the end of the day we were all one big family.

A short time later together with Yumiko, I returned to Eliza who was still sitting on the sofa. Her eyelids half closed, she lifted her head slightly to look at who was coming in. A faint smile twitched at the corner of her mouth as she caught sight of the two of us, then her eyelids fluttered again and her head fell to her chest. Before I could panic, Gustave intervened.

"She's just tired and light headed. I gave her strong painkillers after she had nursed your daughter before. She will probably sleep through the whole flight now, she resisted until just now because she didn't want to worry you. Impressive when you consider that the dosage will knock out even a real heavyweight in minutes."

Relieved I walked up to her and with Yumiko's help, I dressed her. If the situation hadn't been so serious, we probably would have laughed. She looked really silly with the way too big sweater that looked like a dress on her and the oversized wool socks. I still undid her disheveled braid and then laid her down properly.

Doc handed me the little bundle, the first time I held her in my arms.

I was worried the last few months that I couldn't even look at the child or worse would hate her but that wasn't the case. She wasn't responsible for this situation.

Afraid of dropping her, I sat down on the floor, bent my legs to support my arms as well. Yumiko settled down next to me and gently stroked the little one's head.

"She looks like Lizzie. If she has her character too, you'll have a lot of fun."

She was right about that, two redheaded monsters driving me crazy, my life was definitely not going to be boring.

It's crazy how things turn out sometimes. Just a few years ago I thought Eliza was a conceited and an  absolutely arrogant princess to put it in Kali's words. She was nothing more than a colleague, actually more of a rival. And today she is my soul mate, my love, my life and now also the mother of our child.

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[youbloodymadgenius]

A Touch in the Dark (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my long overdue contribution to @fandomfic-galore 1k Followers Sexy Trope Challenge. Congratulations again 🎉 I'm sorry it took me so long, love. I'm sorry too because I just saw there's a maximum word limit. I obviously broke this rule 🙈

The trope I chose: one bed

The sexy prompt @fandomfic-galore gave me: mutual masturbation

I know the way I used the prompt is a bit unorthodox but well, what can I say? Ivar is a stubborn brat, he wouldn't have it any other way!

@mrsalwayswrite, thanks for betareading this for me, and thanks for your support, I really needed it 🌺

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: stuck in the middle of nowhere with your boss, you spot a cabin and know that this is where you and he must spend the night.

Warnings: smut; masturbation; mutual masturbation.

Words: 4926 (🙈)

"You're fucking kidding me? You're doing this on purpose, right?" Ivar says angrily and you just shrug, rolling your eyes.

"I'm not fucking kidding you, Ivar! And how the fuck can you think I'm doing it on purpose? Just tell me, who's the one who didn't want to take a plane from Kattegat to Kemi and back, huh?" Making air quotes with your hands, you keep going, swaying your head. "Y/N, we will be more free with a car, we will be able to leave whenever we want, as soon as the deal with Harald is completed." You snort, hitting the steering wheel. "And now here we are, Mister Genius, with no fucking signal," you hiss through clenched teeth, waving your phone in front of his face, "in a fucking broken car, in the dead of the fucking night and in the middle of Norrbotten, in other words in the middle of fucking nowhere. Who do you think is to blame, huh?"

Ivar takes a sharp intake of breath. "Be careful, Y/N, don't forget who you're talking to. I've fired people for much less." He says curtly, and you can almost physically sense his boiling anger.

You scoff, undismayed by his threat. In the two years he's been your boss, Ivar has threatened to fire you at least five times a day. You know he won't do it, though. Because you're fucking competent in your job and also because you can put up with him. He told you once it was a refreshing change from your predecessors, scared girls who cried whenever he raised his voice. Your explosive nature – which matches his – is what, against all odds, makes working for him a success.

"Look, Ivar," you eventually say, not because you're afraid of him but because one of you has to be wise, and you know it won't be him, "we can go arguing for hours, or we can try to find a solution. We're going to freeze to death if we stay in this car, okay?" You tap your finger on the dashboard. "Before the fucking car died on us, the outside temperature was minus five degrees Celsius." And this is a fucking matter of concern to you.

You're sure Ivar has no idea about the little chitchat you had with his mother on the day you were hired, but you've never forgotten her words, nor their barely hidden threat. 'The cold increases his pain and is therefore my son's worst enemy. As his assistant, you have to always make sure his legs are warm enough. Ask for an extra blanket when staying at a hotel, turn on the heater in the car if it's cold, schedule appointments indoors except for the summer months. Do what you want but keep his legs warm at all time. I hope I make myself clear. Don't disappoint me, Y/N, I assure you I've got some power over Lothbrok & Co.'

"So, what do you suggest?" He asks without missing a beat, a little too eagerly, and that's when you know you're right. He must already feel the cold in his brittle bones. You won't say a word about it though. Pinpointing Ivar's greatest weakness might not be a good idea given how pissed off he is.

"Well, remember the big hairpin turn?" You point your thumb behind you. Ivar nods and you explain further. "I saw a cabin a bit after it. My father always told me that in remote areas, like this one, cabins are usually left open, in case of emergency. Guess we're about to find out if that's true."

"It's a long way to go." You know your boss well enough to know what he won't say. He's concerned. Truth be told, you're too. Reaching the cabin, several hundred meters away, will be no cakewalk for Ivar. But well, you have no other choice, right?

"Not that much." Your voice is too quiet, your lack of confidence obvious. You clear your throat before inhaling deeply. Better to tell the truth. "Okay, look. It may be a long way, but what else can we do? Without signal and without a car, Ivar, we're running out of options. I'll get our bags, I'll light the road with the flashlight of my phone and you, well, you just walk, okay?"

As he remains silent, you suppose Ivar nods. He eventually asks, anxiety clear in his voice. "What if it's locked?"

"One problem at a time, boss", you reply with a wink he can't see, "but don't worry, it won't be," a small smile spreads on your lips, "Dad's never wrong."

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Ivar sounds like a broken record and you can't help but roll your eyes, heaving a sigh.

"It's not that bad, Ivar." And honestly, it is not. Even though the cabin is scantily furnished, you're positively surprised to see it's equipped with running water and electricity. You hastily turn on an electric heater that's covered in dust and about a hundred million years old, breathing a sigh of relief as it sputters a few times but eventually comes on. It won't keep you very warm but you guess it's better than nothing.

Apart from the heater, the room just contains a wobbly wooden table, two stools that have seen better days and what seems to be a full bed. Sure, it's not very large but it could have been worse.

"Not that bad?" Ivar roars as he limps towards the bed, leaning heavily on his crutch. Flopping down on the mattress, he stifles a hiss of pain. "There's absolutely nothing in here, no food, no drink. There's only one bed and I'm not sure about the cleanliness of... these..." You follow his gaze and you have to give him that one: the sheets are greyer than white. Too bad, but there's nothing you can do about it. Besides, it's not the end of the world, right? Your boss can be such a princess sometimes!

Well, you might be too if you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

"At least we're out of the wind," you shrug, giving him a tired smile as exhaustion sets in, "and we'll be able to sleep. You know what they say, Ivar. Tomorrow is another day." You feel your jaw opening and before you know it you're yawning widely, Ivar following suit. "We definitely need to sleep." You add uselessly as you rub your eyes.

"Guess we do," Ivar nods, then commands, "I'll take the bed and you can sleep on the floor," You stare at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. He can't be serious!

"You're... you're the one who's kidding now, right?" You eventually say, still a bit dumbstruck. As you look into his eyes though, you can see he's dead serious and it makes your blood boil. "Ivar!" You almost shout, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows. "I may be your employee, but I'm not your slave. You can't just order me around and treat me like cattle!" He must be out of his mind, right? How can he even imagine you'd agree with that? The truth is, he should be the one sleeping on the floor. It'd be elementary courtesy, you're a woman after all!

The thought makes you cringe immediately though. You're not being fair and you know it. Sleeping on the floor would not be pleasant for you, sure, but for him you're sure it would be pure agony.

You know your boss never fakes his pain. And right now, if his tired look and the hand he repeatedly presses into his right thigh are any indication, you're willing to bet that the pain he's experiencing is excruciating.

That's why you decide to try to calm things down. "Look, Ivar," you speak in a soft voice, sitting down next to him, "I'm not thrilled about the fact that there is only one bed either, but at least there is one. I think we should make the best of it."

"What do you mean?" Ivar frowns, his right hand now massaging his calf. There's an uncertainty in his eyes you're not used to seeing. Or maybe is it fear?

"None of us are going to sleep on the floor. We're both grown-ups. We're going to sleep in this bed, together, because it's the only rational thing to do. And you know it. Besides," you add as you start to shiver, "I wouldn't say no to some extra warmth."

As he keeps quiet, barely nodding and his insecurities written all over his face, you decide to give him some privacy. Standing up, you grab your bag, taking your carton out of it. "I'm going to have a smoke outside while you get ready, okay?"

Lying on your side with your back facing him, you let out a barely audible sigh, upset yet still mindful not to wake your boss.

Although exhausted, you can't sleep. Despite the heater and the threadbare blanket you found in a cupboard, you're cold. So fucking cold! Your socked feet are freezing, and so is your nose. Plus, whatever you may have said to Ivar earlier, sharing a bed with him is definitely awkward and downright nerve-wracking.

Tossing and turning isn't an option with Ivar sleeping next to you – besides not wanting to wake him up, you're very afraid of unintentionally kicking one of his legs – but you know you have to find a way to release the tension and forget the bone-chilling cold.

Almost unconsciously, you lick your index finger before drifting your left hand to your chest, sliding beneath your shirt as you slip your right beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms. Moving it down and down, under your knickers and past the soft curls, your index finger finds your clit while your other fingers spread your lips, and you feel immediately more at ease.

Touching yourself right next to your boss may seem odd, but not to you. First, you take it from his slow and regular breathing that Ivar is fast asleep. Second, having shared a room with your older brother all your teenage years, you are used to do it with company. Not making noise in this situation is second nature to you. You won't wake him up.

Circling the nipple of your right breast with your wet finger, you then pinch it, imagining teeth sinking into your firm, soft chest. With your thumb rubbing your clit, your other digits work their way into your vagina, immediately pumping into you. Your mouth drops open as you squeeze your eyes shut. Playing with yourself, you arch your back, bucking into the touch of your own fingers. You can all but feel a man's tongue – warm, wet and wide – licking and tasting you. Squeezing and cupping your breast, you suppress a whimper of pleasure, your face buried in a small, dingy pillow. Curling your toes, you bite your lip as a wave of heat spreads in your belly, your climax teetering over the edge and crashing down on you. Waves of pleasure wash over you, your body contracting around your own fingers, and you have to bring your left hand to your mouth in order to muffle a moan.

Fuck!

And that's when you hear it.

The faint rustle coming from behind causes you to freeze and your eyes to snap open. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! You turn your head toward Ivar and though the darkness in the room doesn't allow you to really see his features or to clearly make out his face, you're sure your boss is awake and staring at you.

Sure enough, a second later, you notice a movement of Ivar's shoulder. "You not sleeping? Why?" Propped up on his elbow, his voice is raspier than usual, his words slightly slurred.

Despite feeling utterly flustered – and let's face it, breathless – you manage to answer him, mumbling in what you hope is a matter-of-fact tone, "Too cold." You're not technically lying, right? You were cold, and that's what kept you awake in the first place. Your palm still resting on your mound – as dumb as it sounds, you're afraid to move it for fear he'll realize, if he hasn't already, what you were doing – you have to swallow past the lump in your throat before asking the same question, "You? I could have sworn you were sleeping."

"Well, I wasn't." Ivar states flatly. You can hear him shift in the bed and you stifle a gasp as he drapes an arm around your waist. "I'm cold too." As he pulls you closer, your back against his chest, your eyes widen, the shock flooding your voice. "What... What are you doing, Ivar?" You can barely breathe as you try to convince yourself that there is no way he could know what you were doing.

"I think it's called spooning." There's a hint of mischief in his tone. He's so close you're sure he can feel how tense you are and you're afraid he can somehow guess where your right hand is. That would be so humiliating! "Come on, Y/N, you were the one saying that you wouldn't turn down some extra warmth, right? I'm pretty sure it will be more efficient this way, what do you say?"

"Guess you're right," you mutter absently, your cogs turning while you desperately try to find a way to get yourself out of the embarrassing situation. You're feeling nauseous. What could be more mortifying than being caught by your boss touching yourself? A knot of fear and shame forms in your gut and threatens to choke you as it rises into your throat. What were you thinking? Oh my fucking god! You have to figure something out. He cannot know. Your boss cannot know.

You lose your train of thought though as Ivar scoots, if possible, even closer, his hand resting on your right forearm, his legs now touching yours. Even through the fabric of his sweatpants, you can feel that they are ice-cold.

Shit. Aslaug Lothbrok. 'Don't disappoint me, Y/N, I assure you I've got some power over Lothbrok & Co.' Shit.

What a great way to bring you down to earth! You've been careful not to wrap yourself in the blanket, leaving most of it to him, but obviously it wasn't enough. Shit. You swallow, blinking several times. "Your legs are freezing, Ivar. Are you in pain?" You eventually ask, your heart suddenly in your throat. Ivar may be most of the time a tough boss, self-centered and short-tempered, yet you wish him no harm. And you love your job. And your wage.

As Ivar remains silent, you keep going, trying to wriggle out of his embrace. "I'm going to fetch your meds, boss, let me get up," you say with as much confidence as you can muster but Ivar just tightens his grip around your waist, trapping even more your right hand where... well, where it shouldn't be.

"Did I say I'm in pain?" He asks with a little exasperation in his voice, surprising you.

"No, no, of course, you didn't," you sputter, "but if you're in pain I should–"

"I'm not." He cuts you off, making you frown. You know he was in pain earlier, you're pretty sure he didn't take any painkillers so there's no way he's going to be okay now.

You let out a long sigh. "Look, Ivar, I know you don't like to talk about it but please, you can be honest with me. If you're in pain, just say it. It won't change the way I see you, you should know that."

Behind you, Ivar giggles, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck. "Actually, I was." His tone is suddenly playful and as his hand slides down your arm, getting way too close to your sinful fingers, alarm bells start ringing in your head. "But that was before..." He adds mischievously.

Your eyes widen. Deep down you know what he's getting at. But it can't, right? No, no, no, of course it can't. But what... what if? Your breathing quickens as you try to quell the panic rising inside you. You tell yourself that you're being ridiculous, that there's no way he could possibly know.

"What do you mean?" You finally say, your voice coming out weaker than you expected.

"I'm sure you know exactly what I mean, Y/N," he answers back, his hand wandering further down. When one of his fingers grazes your clit, your whole body stiffens and you have to bite your tongue to keep from screaming.

Bloody fucking hell!

Feeling ill, you close your eyes and for a moment you're afraid to faint from embarrassment. Never in your life have you felt so ashamed and you just want to disappear. Your eyes filling up with tears, you're glad that Ivar can't see you blushing. Yet, you know you have to say something. Anything.

There's no beating around the bush. Swallowing hard, you take a sharp intake of breath. "I... God... I..." You pathetically choke on your words, your voice is high-pitched. If you weren't so mortified, Ivar's silence would undoubtedly infuriate you. Right now, however, it's the least of your concerns. "It was... improper and unprofessional," you end up croaking pitifully, flooded with shame and humiliation, "I'm... I'm sorry, boss."

"Well, I'm not." Ivar's reply, quick as a flash, has you stumped for a good four seconds.

"You... You're not? How... How so?" You finally blurt out, bemused and insecure. You know what you did was way out of line. At this very moment, you can't begin to understand what's gotten into you or how in the hell you couldn't think that touching yourself right next to your boss could cost you your job. The thought sends a shiver through your skin. You're so screwed.

Seemingly unaware of your inner turmoil, Ivar keeps his hand on yours. "Like I said, Y/N, I was in pain. But what you did was a good distraction. It took the pain away, you know?"

Wow. You can't believe your ears. It took his pain away?? That's good news, right? Honestly, you wouldn't have been surprised to get fired on the spot, but instead Ivar is almost thanking you? It's just unbelievable! You can breathe a little easier, even though at the back of your mind there's that nagging thought that Ivar may be tricking you. Knowing his sharp mind, and even if he sounds sincere, it still could be. You better play it safe, right?

"I'm glad I could help." You actually mean it. As his assistant, you're in prime position to witness each and every day the tremendous amount of pain your boss has to absorb and it just seems terribly unfair. "Yet, I shouldn't have done that, Ivar. I'm still your employee."

"Let's say you're not then." He quips, leaving you speechless. Explaining further, you can hear the smile in his voice. "Tomorrow is another day, but for now you don't work for me. Let's say you're fired, okay?"

Carefully rolling over, your eyes search his face in the twilight as you put a hand on his chest. Frowning, you take a moment to process his words. You can't be sure but you think Ivar is still smiling at you. Where is he going with this? Does he want to fuck you? That would be a step too far, right?

Ivar speaks softly, as if reading your mind. "We won't do anything you don't want to, Y/N. I was thinking that I could..." He stops abruptly. There's something in his quivering voice, something you've never heard. He sounds... vulnerable. After taking a deep breath, he adds so quietly that you can barely hear him. "What you did earlier... I'd like to do it. To you, I mean. To... To keep the pain at bay, you... you know?" His hand that was resting on your waist finds your hip, his thumb stroking your upper thigh. "I mean... if it's all right with you."

God, what's happened to your cocky, intimidating boss? Ivar sounds almost like a little boy, insecure and maybe even frightened. Suddenly, you realize that you are in charge; that he wants you – needs you – to be in charge. You know with absolute certainty that the balance of power has just shifted. And for the first time since you've known him, your heart aches for him.

You're well aware that no matter how successful your boss is professionally, no matter how strikingly attractive he is, there aren't many women chasing after him. And it's probably all because of his legs, which is stupid in your opinion. But well, you get it. The unknown creates fear, right? But you, you're not afraid, neither of him, nor of his disability. Not at all. And well... you love the idea of being in charge for once. This is your time.

A smile he can't see spreads on your lips. "You're sure that's really what you want, Ivar?" You run your hand up his arm before resting it lightly on his shoulder. You feel more than you see when he nods. "It may be an issue then," you keep speaking, "While your.... offer is tempting, I'm afraid it'll have to wait."

You know your boss well enough to know he usually doesn’t' take no for an answer, so you explain immediately, as he lets out a short sigh, "I'm just overly sensitive at the moment. But," you add quickly, the words popping out before you can really think about what you're going to say, "I can think of another way to keep the pain in check, and a more effective one on top of that."

"What are you talking about?" Ivar's voice quivers, failing to hide his disappointment. This new side of him is so unexpected, it's almost unsettling. You wouldn't go so far as to say it pulls at your heartstrings but well, you're definitely surprised, and moved too. Mentioning it probably wouldn't be wise though, so you decide to keep it light.

"C'mon, Ivar," you say with a lighthearted laugh, "it's my turn to tell you I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I'm talking about. You know, there's nothing wrong with seeking your own pleasure. How could I blame you when that's exactly what I just did?"

Ivar gaps at your words and then remains silent for such a long time that you're afraid you've offended him. As you – for once – search for the right thing to say, he eventually murmurs between clenched teeth, "It... It doesn't work like that." His breathing short and uneven, you can feel how tense he is. "I'm sure you've heard the rumors about me... That... that it's not just my legs that are boneless... It's..." Gulping for air, struggling to continue, he takes a sharp intake of breath. "Well... They are not unfounded... The rumors, I mean." You know it's a most painful admission.

Sure, you've heard the rumors. That he couldn't get it up. That he couldn't please a woman. That his cock was useless. Although saddened, you never dwelled on it. Ivar was your boss, not a guy you had a crush on.

Right now, however, you just want to laugh. But since it wouldn't be very smart, you just smile, shaking your head. "Well, I've heard about the rumors, yes. I beg to differ though. You see, Ivar, I'm like Saint Thomas."

"Like who?" Ivar asks and this time you can't help but chuckle. You should have known the reference would be lost on him.

"You, stupid heathen!" You know he can hear the smirk in your voice. "Never heard of Saint Thomas? He was one of the twelve apostles. He doubted Jesus' resurrection until he could see and feel Jesus' wounds for himself. You don't have a clue what I'm talking about, right?"

Without giving Ivar time to respond, you drag your hand along his arm, your fingers tracing the line of muscles of his biceps. "Anyway, I'm just like him." Down his side, you can feel the ridge of his ribcage and then his toned abdomen. Playing with the hem of his shirt, your knuckles graze his flesh. "If I can see or feel it, I believe in it; otherwise not." Then your hand finds its way to the waistband of his sweatpants but as his breath hitches you stop your movement, your index finger just brushing against his crotch, his not-completely-hard-but-still-good-enough cock unmistakable. "And right now, I may not be able to see, but I know without a doubt what I'm feeling."

Ivar catches his breath in a startled gasp. "What? ... How? ... I... I don't... It never... How? ..." Babbling and stammering as words fail him, you realize that Ivar truly has never experienced something like that. Wow. He never got hard, not once in his entire life. Wow. No wonder that he can't think straight.

You must take charge. Now more than ever. You can't allow him to overthink what's happening. "I don't know, Ivar, but what I do know is that now is not the time for asking questions. Trust me." Reaching out, you grab his hand, bringing it to his crotch, "you should enjoy, just as I did earlier."

As you're about to take your hand away, Ivar wraps his fingers around your wrist, gently holding it in place. "Will you... Will you do it for me?" He speaks so softly you barely hear him, his whole body trembling lightly, and you're willing to bet he's blushing. Blushing! Ivar Lothbrok! "Please," he eventually adds in a shuddering breath and that's how he ultimately wins you over.

You never thought you'd live to see this day. Ivar, your "dictator boss" – also known as the demanding asshole among your colleagues – is not ordering you, not at all. Actually, he's asking, no, not asking, he's begging you. It sounds insane, yet it's happening and you're taken aback as you realize that it moves your heart. How could you turn him down? You can't. And, as crazy as it might seem, you don't want to. "Sure," you whisper back in the same breath, not allowing your inner voice time to tell you that there are at least thousand reasons why you shouldn't do it.

Your wrist released, you let your hand wander down, and this time Ivar doesn't stop you as you slip it into the waistband of his sweatpants, brushing your knuckles against his crotch and then rubbing his half-erected cock through his boxers, just a little. You can tell Ivar is holding his breath. The next moment, your hand works its way under the trim of his boxers and slowly begin to inch its way down. You start with feather light touches, fingers trailing across the length and then along the underside of his hardening cock, and Ivar pants and arches his back, his hips stuttering forward to meet your hand.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" You say as you eventually wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking slowly. Precum is already soaking his boxers. He won't last, and it's not the point.

"Mmph..." You have to stifle a chuckle at Ivar's choked moan, immediately followed by a hoarse croak as you swipe your thumb across his leaking slit, smearing the drop of fluid over the head. When your free hand cups his balls with the gentlest of pressure, squeezing them lightly, your index finger grazing underneath, Ivar's pelvis thrusts forward, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat.

Your hand tugs and twists around Ivar's shaft, feeling the hot flesh throbbing in your tightening grip. You add speed and pressure before focusing on the head of his cock, playing with it and gently squeezing it.

The sound he then makes is almost pained and he tries to warn you but is only able to say, "I think I'm gonna..." before he thrusts up. Ivar comes in your hand, his cock pulsing, his back arching as he moans helplessly. As he literally falls apart, shaking and half-screaming, you work him through his orgasm, milking the last drop of seed out of his warm cock.

Sweaty and trembling and completely undone, he very slowly comes down from his heights, his breathing eventually becoming normal again. "Fuck, that was wonderful," he mutters, bringing a smile to your face. His next words, however, confuse you; you're not even sure you hear correctly. "Tomorrow morning, you'll be my employee again. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fire you again tomorrow night though. Just so you know..."

Huh?

You frown, replaying his words in your mind, trying to make sense of them. Oh, you may be tired – by the way, what time is it? – yet you're not completely dumb. You know what it is supposed to mean. Wouldn't it be nice if he let you have a choice in the matter? And first of all, is he serious? When you're in the heat of the moment, you may say things you don't mean, right?

Finally, after much mulling, you choose your words carefully, even though you're sure Ivar isn't exactly waiting for you to speak. "Well, you may be my boss, but I think I have a say in that. Maybe we can sit down and have a chat about it tomorrow, what do you think?"

You keep quiet, waiting for his reply, but nothing more than silence ensues.

Less than a minute later, you hear a light snoring; Ivar has fallen asleep.

The fucking asshole!!

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[splat-dragon]

Dutch curled up on the floor, refusing to let go of your hand long enough to get in the chair Hosea brought to him, other hand trailing along your clammy face and through your hair, murmuring softly to you. Promising you anything - a ranch, to settle down, to rid the gang of Micah, if only you'd open your eyes. Telling stories of when the gang had been younger, of when he'd been younger. Speaking of his dreams for you and him and your daughter.

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Meeting the Adler widow had rattled Dutch more than he was willing to admit.

 

She'd reminded him of finding you. Feral-eyed and scared, nearly taking out his throat. And maybe he'd spurred The Count a bit faster than he should have in his hurry to return to you; could you blame him? He wanted to curl up around you, to get warm, to see you as you were now, loving smile on your face, to clasp his hand on your swollen stomach and feel reassured that you were safe.

Hosea almost yanked him off his horse though, and one look at his face set a stone in his stomach. His voice was whipped away by the wind but he caught your name, and broke into a run towards his cabin.

 

Susan opened the door, face pale. Her arms were soaked in blood, the front of her dress to match.

 

His heart sank, began to race and, screaming your name, he nearly barreled her over as he bolted for your two's room.

You were horribly indecent, but that wasn't his concern. Your pants had been discarded, shirt exchanged for one of his. Your chest heaved for each breath, and blood soaked the blankets beneath your spread legs.

 

'Oh God.'

 

No, this couldn't be happening. You weren't due for months, this couldn't be happening.

 

He dropped to his knees beside you, taking your hand in his. Dutch gasped your name and your eyes were horribly glassy when they opened, struggling to focus on him. "...Dutch?"

 

He reached up and ran his fingers through your soaked hair, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead, "I'm here sweetheart, I'm here."

 

You opened your mouth as though to speak before your face twisted and you curled in on yourself, a scream so agonized as to be inhuman tearing from your throat as Susan rushed in, hurrying to hold your legs open with Abigail's help (the other woman had been waiting in the corner) and urging you to breathe.

 

Dutch could only stare in horror as blood gushed, red as the sunset, onto the blankets.

 

When you slumped back onto the bed, gasping for air, what little color you had left on your face had drained away. "Dutch…" your eyes darted this way and that, struggling to lock onto his until he leaned forward to kiss your clammy cheek.

 

"I've got you, I won't let anything happen to you." They'd already lost Jenny and Sean, Mac and Davey, and he refused to lose you too.

The next contraction, and you hadn't the energy to curl in on yourself. Dutch found himself sitting behind you, propping you up against his chest and murmuring love words and encouragement in your ears, holding your legs apart with his and fighting the urge to be sick when your blood trickled out onto them.

 

"It's okay," he muttered to you when you sagged, whimpering, "I've got you my darling, I've got you."

 

You trembled and shook, gasping desperately as Abigail checked between your legs, arms coming away crimson and baring her teeth in something that could barely be called a grin. "I can feel their head, just a few more pushes!"

 

Dutch wrapped his arm around you in a hug as he took your hand in his, Abigail grabbing the other, Susan taking up position between your legs. You strained once, the world going grey, and the second time slumped, eyelids fluttering and Dutch's voice was suddenly in your ear, "No, no you must stay awake, stay awake for me," and he didn't often sound so scared so you forced yourself to rouse, to strain and then a scream split the air, shrill and high-pitched.

 

"You did it," Dutch praised, his voice watery, rubbing your side and running his thumb along your knuckles, and Abigail's voice was there too but it was wobbling and far away and you frowned, tried to look back at Dutch but only barely managed 

 

"Something's wrong,"

 

and then you were gone.

 

 

Susan was holding your baby - a tiny little girl - and suddenly it was all, for just a moment, okay. She was tiny, and wrinkly, and ugly, but she was the most beautiful baby he'd ever seen.

 

And then you said something, so quiet he couldn't make it out, and  you went slack against his chest and he couldn't breathe.

 

Susan passed your infant to Abigail, the experienced mother cutting the cord as Grimshaw tore you from Dutch's arms, the numb man stiff as a board as she yelled "Dutch, let her go! Let me help her!" and he could only stare at the blood that soaked him as she moved you to the floor and straddled you, beginning to breathe into your mouth between compressions to your chest.

Against all odds, Susan managed to bring you back.

 

Dutch had been useless, able only to stare in horror. Hosea had had to coax him out of bed, to hold you as Tilly and Mary-Beth stripped the bed and put on clean linens, Abigail wiping down your unnamed daughter as he settled you in bed. Abigail offered him his daughter but he could only see the blood that already was starting to darken the towels between your legs despite the medicine Hosea had tipped down your throat, and so she took her to Arthur's room to tend her through the night.

 

Dutch curled up on the floor, refusing to let go of your hand long enough to get in the chair Hosea brought to him, other hand trailing along your clammy face and through your hair, murmuring softly to you. Promising you anything - a ranch, to settle down, to rid the gang of Micah, if only you'd open your eyes. Telling stories of when the gang had been younger, of when he'd been younger. Speaking of his dreams for you and him and your daughter.

 

It was just gone midnight when you drew breath for the last time.

 

Within a week winter's fever settled deep in your daughter's underdeveloped lungs, and days later she joined you, your arms holding her to your still breast, to be buried when they got off the mountain where flowers swayed in the winds and birds would sing you to sleep.

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[lunnaya-dragon]

Rated: your emotions.

Warnings: strong deviation from the Canon/strange Viggo.

Pairings: Hiccup/Viggo.

Summary: Viggo is infected with a terrible disease, and begins to hunt his most delicious prey.Hiccup, finding out who is hunting him, tries to save him.

And also a small explanation:

word - is a plain text.

word -is a thought .

word -is the author's words.

word - is the language of a monster or monster.

HORROR AU.

Chapter 2.

"The day I was possessed by a demon".

The guards laughed softly. And how can you not laugh when your chief cackles like a sick rooster?

Viggo was laughing merrily as he watched his father lose another game of Maces and Talons.

"Son, only you can disgrace your father like this".-Ragnarok said, smiling softly at him.

"But is it my fault that you can't play?" Viggo said, still laughing.

And the ships were nearing the island "Bescheshuichetyi dragon". And as soon as their bows were firmly planted in the white sand , everyone was told to leave their cabins and go ashore.

"Well, are you ready for your first hunt?" - said Ragnarok proudly, leaning his powerful hands on his son's thin shoulders .When he heard the guard's voice from outside the door.

"You'll be proud of me , I know every weak point in these reptiles.I spent days and nights preparing for this moment, not like some people.Viggo said confidently, looking straight into the brown eyes of his best teacher , his father.He jumped out of bed and began to pack his bag .

A few minutes later, they left the cabin and went to the General meeting , where children from different tribes met. However, as soon as Viggo noticed a group of children of different ages, something made him become quiet and timid again.

In it were the heirs of other tribes and kingdoms. Their age ranged from 15-18 years .They were all dragon hunters.

After examining his new companions a little, he decided to find out more about where he was.A small village on the other side of the river caught his eye.He decided to find someone who could tell him about it.

A tall man was standing near a group of people .Approaching him, he greeted him and asked him about the village.The latter answered him thus .

"Hello, my name is Armstrong the good-Natured.As for those buildings, this is a small village, as well as a medical center.It was specially built here, because there are a lot of things in this place, graduates get seriously injured. This is where we treat them....although sometimes there were cases when children did not pass the exam, for various reasons, and came here to send a letter to their homeland to be taken away.To be honest, boy, I'm against such survival .You're too young to hunt such beasts, not like those big foreheads over there! So let's agree on this, I really feel sorry for you, you can come to me if you want ,my house is that building with a carved wooden horse head. If you ask me why you have such a privilege, I will answer right now , because you are the only 7-year-old child , around you there are already healthy deer that are about to turn twenty.That's why.Now go to hunters." With that, the mustachioed man in armor walked away.

When Viggo got the answer to his question ,he said good-bye and went back .

Next to the group that had already gathered, a man in a white coat climbed onto a wooden pedestal and tapped on a silver disk.This attracted the attention of everyone standing around.

"Dear Sirs, ladies and their children, today we have gathered for a reason, today is the very day when our children must prove themselves for the future of your tribes and kingdoms. They will have to: survive for 3 months, on their own, develop a sense of courage, ruthlessness, coolness and fearlessness. Be able to calculate their every step , because it depends on how they will lead their people. But their most important goal is to defeat the Bescheshuychetogo dragon, one of the most terrible creatures on this island.I wish you good luck. " - with these words, the elder descended from the pedestal and walked away.

Viggo was alarmed by this statement, because he had never met or remembered this class of dragons before .As a result, all confidence in victory collapsed . And he even wondered how Riker had handled it all and brought home a bunch of little dead dragons.

He did not have time to think about all this , because his father's hand clearly made it clear that it was time to say goodbye , and perhaps forever , because no one is immune from their own death.

He let him go , his eyes sad and full of fear .

An hour later, he was standing alone on the beach. Unnoticed, the others had already gone hunting.

"pull yourself together ,everything will work out for you." With this thought in mind, Viggo pulled out a book and a coal from his bag, and quickly began to write a plan of action. After all, you need to have time to do everything before sunset, otherwise you won't be able to say Hello to him later.The plan was this :

1) Find suitable shelter, both from the weather and from predators.

2) Find a source of fresh water , and it is better to find shelter there.

3) Take care of the availability of food.

4) to Prepare a sleeping place.

5) Prepare items for tomorrow's hunt.

Having written the plan, he began to carry out the first point. And putting the items back in the bag, quickly ran into the woods.

It's been a few hours or more, but he still finds what he thinks is the perfect place to hide.

Coming out of the thorny bushes, he sees a waterfall and a small river, a source of fresh water .And behind the waterfall is a hidden cave.Viggo cautiously walks up to the entrance ,narrow enough that it does not fit Gronckle, and looks around.There is nothing inside except one spacious room . And most importantly, it is not inhabited by anyone! Today, luck is on his side. He quickly found a corner to sleep in and began sorting through his bag of things .Taking a couple of pitchers with him, he left the cave, ran to the river and filled them to the top with clean water and returned to put on the floor.

"All that's left is to find some food.Sticks, stones, and leaves for a fire ,and reeds for a primitive bed."

Viggo crawled out of the cave again and searched for branches, leaves, and rocks.After about half an hour, all the necessary items lay in the middle of the cave stacked in the form of a fire.It was also good that the island is located in the South and at night it was not cold, and during the day it was warm enough.

The second race in the forest was to the pond with water lilies and frogs ,which was located near the shelter. This place could be found by following the direction of the river. So it was almost impossible to get lost. Water lilies are not reeds , but they will also pass for a bed .When he returned, he left them to dry in the sun.

The third time he decided to go fishing, in the same pond. The catch was small , but it was enough to satisfy a seven-year-old boy.

It was already evening , and the water lilies were dry .Putting the fish on them, he took their vruki and dragged them into the cave. The leaves of the water lilies were not put in the most comfortable, but still the bed. A leather bag served as a pillow. The fish was still in the bowl . When he got to the fire, he quickly lit it, after all, he was training.

While the fire was burning, he began to prepare the fish for cooking . After a few minutes, the fish is already fried on the fire .Dinner will be ready soon .In the meantime, making a curtain out of a small, thick, leather towel, he closed the passage to the cave .

After dinner, he went to bed .

Somewhere around 01: 00 or 02: 00.

He often woke up to something like crying, which gets worse every time.Viggo was very scared, but he gathered his will and decided to check who was making this cry.With the help of the still-burning fire, he made himself a torch. He left the cave and went to the source of the sound.

The crying increases, and turns into someone's painful and heart-rending moans.With each step, the forest around them only grew darker.Trees took on the appearance of strange monsters .The sky was turning a deep purple, and the stars were not visible because of the dark red clouds. The air around them smelled of dead things, and there was a sound of someone slurping.Suddenly Viggo's whole body is paralyzed, and he sees a body behind the bushes.Of the fear he hides behind the rubble and looking at a terrible picture.

Before him was a bald, disfigured, and huge dragon.From the smiling mouth of which the flesh descended in bloody streams. He recognized the prey of this monster , it was a teenager whom he met on the beach in the morning.But it's not the gnawed teenager that's more terrifying, it's the dragon .It seemed to him that it was the birth of nibelheim .It resembled a Deadly Nadder, but without scales or a disfigured appearance.Its head was covered with countless curved horns.The monster had no eyes.The wings looked like broken arms with very long fingers. On its tail instead of spikes sticking out sharp as a needle bones .The paws were much more massive, with long, razor-sharp claws .His skin color was beige like a human's, but there were veins and arteries in places .It began to smile even harder, spreading its toothy and blood-stained smile all the way to its ears.And she laughed merrily as the man said something in his own language, but Viggo didn't understand a single word .

"-×%^*?,;&:))08¥¥" .

Thank Thor, the monster was sated and soared into the sky, flying away.

Viggo, in a fit of shock and hysteria, ran back to the cave, his heels flashing .He couldn't even squeak, thinking that this creature would want to eat him ,too . He didn't want to pass this test. He was smart, and remembered that his main prey is nibelheim dragon , as they are called.

This monster was described in legends as a carrier of the worst disease , "Lekantinism".If a person managed to survive (although this word is figurative) after his attack, then he will live in agony, every night reincarnating in Lekantra.But no one knows what really happened to the man and the dragon.

This is unfortunately what our hero will have to learn.

When he reached the cave ,he threw the torch into the water and hid inside . He became hysterical. Falling on the stone floor, he began to cry loudly and call for help. But alas, no one will come to him .After a few minutes, he calmed down a little and Remembered Armstrong's words . He quickly pulled his bag towards him to get a book and a coal.

Viggo began writing a letter to his father asking him to take it back.And in addition, he could barely describe what happened to him now. After that, he put aside all the items and decided to wait for the beautiful sun.

As soon as it was morning, the birds began to sing their morning songs. Our hero was already running to Armstrong's house. He couldn't lie down to rest.

When he reached the house, he quickly knocked on the door,and then recoiled from it ,turning red as a tomato .Because he didn't expect Armstrong to come out of it just waking up in his underwear. After a few moments, he realized that he was standing in front of the child not in the best clothes and posture.The man allowed the child to enter the house , and he began to dress, ashamed.

After the morning nonsense.They sat down at the table to eat Breakfast , but only Armstrong, Viggo after yesterday ,him appetite Packed up and left him.

The man noticed the red streaks on the boy's face and decided to ask him what was wrong and why he was crying.

"Viggo, first of all, I'm sorry about this morning's concert.I am ashamed of this , I did not expect that someone would come to visit me in the morning."

" nothing ."it was very quiet.

"And one more thing, why were you crying?"

With this question, Viggo's face turned pale, and other than the strange combinations of sounds, he could not utter anything else.

"Don't be afraid, I'll have it all ,honestly."

"P ... just me ..I strongly this b..Bo..I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

" Dragon's "

"Hmm, I told you that you can't hunt them, fool, stop being afraid they are just animals , and they follow their instincts."

"-×%^*?,;&:))08¥ ¥ " Viggo said.

"Uh , sorry about what?"

"So the dragon said."

"Uh , Viggo ,dragons can't talk."

"No! HE WAS TALKING, AND I HEARD IT !"

"Hey, what are you doing, calm down , everything's fine "

"THERE'S NOTHING GOOD,I SAW A BALD AND DISFIGURED DRAGON WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE DEVOUR A PERSON, A PERSON, AND THEN SAID THIS PHRASE AND FLEW AWAY!!!"

"Stop, wait, calm down first, just breathe in and out .Now, you said you saw a bald dragon eating a human?"

"Yes, I was very scared of him and hid in a cave.I wanted to give you the letter , to be honest, so that you could send it to my father.I don't want to stay here anymore.I'm afraid it might come back and want to eat me."

With that, Viggo began to cry again, and then opened his bag, took out the letter, and put it on the table.The man, clearly discouraged by such statements of the boy, took the letter and got up from the table.

"Viggo I'll be back soon, but in the meantime, you wait , and better lie down and sleep on my bed , you're tired.I'll send an email and come back."

Armstrong left the house and went to the post office.Viggo obeyed, found his room and bed, and lay down to take a NAP. Soon he fell asleep.

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"!!!@@&*((¥@))₽₽₽#&&,'/_€÷¥"

Said the Monstrous Nightmare, following in Viggo's Wake. And in a few moments Viggo was in the clutches of his monster.

" (÷):^^;))-#$"

" What,......what do you want from me?!"

":)))^*^)"

And with that, Viggo is completely in its toothy mouth.He tries hard to resist, but his hands slide over his tongue .As a result, the creature tries to swallow it whole.Turning his feet to the throat, he rests them against the monster's tonsils, and his hands cling to the fangs, screaming and begging for help. Eventually, his feet slip off his tonsils, and Viggo ends up in his throat .After a few moments, he opens his eyes to see around him a black, glowing and transparent liquid-gastric juice .

"Well, that's it, my end has come, and my father will never know or find me "

" :))))!!"

But when the pain starts, something grabs him and shakes him like a rag.

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Viggo wakes up wide-eyed, choking on her own tears.Armstrong stared at him in horror, his blue eyes showing only fear.

"Uncle Armstrong, don't worry, I often have nightmares ."

"Nightmares! Yes, you literally ran around my ceiling and growled incomprehensible phrases, rushed at me, tried to strangle and bite me.I will continue to list your antics, so-called nightmares!"

"I ... I was sleeping, and the dragon was trying to strangle me and eat me."

"Well, I don't know about the dragon, but before you go to bed, warn me, at least I'll tie you to the bed or something.""

"Please forgive me, I really didn't see anything"

"Okay, forget it.By the way, your father will be here in a few days , but in the meantime, will you stay with me well?"

"Well "

With these words, they decided to remove the mayhem of the unfortunate room.After cleaning, we went down to lunch.

In the meantime, they're having lunch. Perform different work within 2 days. Viggo no longer had such nightmares.But here comes the very moment when our hero is possessed by night horror.Day 10: 00.

Viggo picks berries for a cake in the woods .When suddenly his attention is attracted,crows gathered in a black cloud and flew away.Then he sees one tree after another break and fall on its side.And what breaks them rushes straight in his direction .Viggo is terrified and, throwing the basket, he begins to run towards the settlement.But before he reaches half the way, right before his eyes POPs up his dragon from nightmares, a giant bald and terrible Monstrous Nightmare. Its head resembled a deer's skin-covered skull, with huge curved horns .Empty and humanized eyes . .Bones sticking out of his back.Throbbing veins completed the picture.It's like a nightmare . It does not hesitate for a moment to attack Viggo.In shock, he took the hit .The claws cut through the flesh of his chest and neck, leaving huge cuts.Blood spurted from their necks.Viggo screamed at the top of his lungs .And the monster did not calm down , it began to tear his stomach and chest with its teeth, releasing black drool . But there was a whoosh of an arrow ,and Viggo fell from the monster's mouth .And it itself died, falling to the ground .The arrow went through him the skull.All Viggo could see before he lost consciousness was the terrified faces of the young hunters and Armstrong.

Our hero is not dead now he is in the infirmary. In the meantime, others are looking at the monster they shot recently. The worst thing is that with exactly the same cuts, but from other bezcheshuichetyh dragons, arrived from different parts of at least 4 people. And they were all in their bunks.

In the evening, the parents of the injured and surviving children arrived on the island.

Ragnarok raced to the room where Viggo lay ,Riker barely able to keep up with him.As soon as they were in the right room, Ragnarok ran to his son and took his hand.

"Son, if you can hear me, please answer me...."

But there was no answer.Soon Viggo's hand became cold and limp ,a sign of death.Riker and his father burst into tears .Too big a loss for them.Ragnarok wanted to take his son to Valhala that night.

Night.Everyone gathered near the common grave .The dead 5 children were put in one boat .And let the waves. But as soon as the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, something happened that threw everyone into horror.There were groans from the ship, then screams, and then growls .After a few moments, the ship began to sink into the water .And sank.A black ball with a red glowing dots began to approach the shore.Some began to hide behind the cobblestones, while others drew their bows and prepared arrows. Parents unsheathed their swords. And the tangle was getting closer and closer. Suddenly one of the creatures from the tangle climbed up on the reef.This creature was no longer a child, this huge winged creature with a piercing cry that leaped into the air and landed near its mother.The mother was horrified to see her child like this .But instead of showing my mom that everything is fine, I'm here, I'm alive, I just changed a little. He pounced on her ,then tore her throat out ,grabbed her, and like a featherless bird flew away with her dying mother.

On the second and third, they did not stand on ceremony and immediately got arrows in their temples.Kill them .The fourth, like the first, flew away.The fifth was Viggo.He turned into a disfigured dog.

But unlike the first one, he did not attack ,but ran away into the woods.

In the morning, everyone sailed home with terrible grief, and village the people down with them.

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Summer To Remember: Part Two

Xavier is so sweet and I feel like he just cares a lot about the people around him. Like especially when he was defending Brooke at the campfire. I feel like he would instantly feel the need to care for you too. 

Okay I’m sorry he makes me soft. 

Warnings: Drug use, swearing, mentions of death, the normal AHS warnings. 

Part One 

We started at the lake, stopping right in front of the docks. Mom droning on about the rules and what we had, stopping lastly on how drowning was the main cause of death. I was completely uninterested until a certain voice chimed in.

"What's second?" He challenged, eyeing my mother.

She didn't say anything as she scolded him with her eyes.

"People." I teased back with a smirk. His lips twisted up as he raised his eyebrows to me, looking back at his friends.

I didn't see the way Mom scoffed as she walked away, but it was only a matter of time until she realized I had the hots for the new counselor.

We all made our way down the path and over to the Dining Hall. Bertie was unloading food and supplies out of the back of a truck.

"And this is Chef Bertie, a Camp Redwood veteran." Mom said proudly.

Bertie smiled as she took the cigarette from her lips.

Xavier casually leaned against the truck. "Dibs," he joked motioning to her and looking over at Ray as he laughed.

Bertie looked over at him laughing slightly, "You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it, handsome."

Ray, Chet and I started laughing as Xavier was completely taken aback. The shock written on his chiseled features.

"Put those scrawny arms to work and help the lady fill her pantry." She shoved a box into his arms. He took it without a word. "All of you, grab a crate." She rested on the back of the truck and finished her cigarette as we all went to work helping unload the back of the truck.

Ray was still laughing to himself, Xavier bumped him with his crate. "It's not that funny." He sneered.

"Actually it was," I interjected, walking past both of the boys and putting the crate down, bending flirtatiously. "It's what you get for calling dibs on the wrong girl." I winked and brushed my hands off while I walked back out to grab another.

Both boys almost dropped their crates along with their jaws. Xavier's mind was racing but he wasn't quick enough to come up with something else to say.

"Chef Bertie worked here when I was a counselor," My mother said as she stood and supervised us, of course not lifting a finger. "We are so blessed to have her with us."

"I have many good memories of this place," Bertie chimed in, "It's magic up here in the fresh air." She took another hit, "I'm sorry that one bad apple ruined it for everyone."

Everyone stopped and gathered around once again. They clearly tensed up at the slight mention of what happened here.

"The minute I heard Margaret was reopening this place, I was first to volunteer." She raised her hand lightly, then looked over at me, "Well second."

I rolled my eyes, "Hey I had too, what kind of daughter would I be if I didn't." I shrugged.

"A pretty shitty one," Xavier joked behind me, "But lucky me you aren't."

I turned around quickly almost nose to nose with him, smiling. "You aren't lucky yet." I gently pushed his sunglasses back up his nose with my finger.

"Okay!" My Mom clapped, "Let's continue our tour."

I smiled at him once again before following her over to the showers.

"Girls shower in the a.m.,boys in the p.m. Same goes for counselors too." She didn't look back as she walked through and waited for us outside.

Xavier turned over to me feigning a fake look of disappointment,"Guess I won't be able to help you rinse and repeat babe."

"I didn't take you for someone who follows rules, what a pitty." I pouted teasingly as I crossed my arms.  

He pushed his tongue in his cheek before he laughed lightly, shaking his head.

Everyone was clearly disappointed as they looked through the barren wooden outdoor room. There was no ceiling and not even any stalls. We walked through quickly and eventually made it back to the girls cabin and then the boys.

"Girls are red, boys are blue. Don't even try to make purple." She stated as we made our way back out.

I rolled my eyes, feeling another sexual spiel coming on.

"You expect us to be celibate all summer?" Chet asked, not really believing that she was serious.

"Well I'm not banning self-abuse. Although every stroke soils your soul." She said in disgust. "But how could I ever enforce it?" She threw her hands up in defeat.

"It's 1984, Margaret. They're building coed showers in the West Hollywood gym. You ever hear of the sexual revolution?" He looked over to me momentarily, "Sex won." He said matter of factly as him and Ray fist bumped.

"I am aware of the decadence of our era. Women's underwear that shows the buttocks."

"Here we go." I mumbled, crossing my arms and throwing my head back against the cabin door.

"Pornography in your own home," She continued on, "Van Halen."

Montana furrowed her brows and looked over to me, I just gave her a "Ignore her" look.

"I have been fighting the Lord's fight against filth around the world for years. Charles Keating is a dear friend. I was right by his side in Cincinnati during that Larry Flynt trial. And that is why, while still grieving my sweet husband Walter's untimely death, I took a small portion of the large fortune he left to me to buy this camp."

I tensed up at the mention of dad. While it had been years since his death it wasn't something I talked about openly. I shifted my weight and squeezed my arms tightly. It was also something that Mom and I never really talked about together

"I wanted to create a safe, pure, godly and decent place for the children of this country to escape for the summer. It is a dream come true. Now, there aren't many rules but I expect each and every one of you to follow them without exception." Once she finished her monologue she stormed away.

I rolled my eyes yet again, "Don't listen to her." I said. They all looked overwhelmed with how passionate and forceful her attitude was. Unfortunately it's something I've just endured and gotten used to.

"Who's Charles Keating?" Chet asked abruptly.

"He was against porn." I patted his shoulder as I walked away, heading back into the main part of the camp.

The sun was starting to set as the hue of the camp changed to a darker one. The eeiry scene growing once again onto the grounds.

Once everyone brought their bags and things to their respected cabin it was unanimous that we should build a fire. Brooke being overly excited to roast marshmallows and everyone else just excited to get the aesthetic of summer camp started.

There was a fire pit already with logs circled around it, creating a nice seating area. Chet grabbed the wood and threw it in while Ray lit it up. I sat down on a log by myself.

Brooke dug into the marshmallows as soon as Rita brought them over, stabbing them on the end of her stick and happily waiting for it to roast.

I felt the weight of the log shift as someone sat down beside me. I looked over with the corner of my eye to find Xavier giving me his infamous smirk, clearly teasing me again as he scooted closer, our thighs touching gently.

Chet lit up a blunt as Rita swatted at the mosquitoes and bugs that decided to swarm around us now. He passed it over to Ray who took a hit, and then Ray over to Rita.

"I don't smoke that funny weed," She said as she declined his offer, "The only thing I put in my lungs is a Marlboro Red," She smirked as she lit up a cigarette and huffed at it lightly.

"You know that shit will kill ya," Xavier stated.

"We all gotta die somehow," Rita stated quickly. "Any of you ever been camp councilors before?"

We all shook our heads, some stated their no's audibly.

"We just had to get out of LA." Ray said.

"I hear that, I couldn't be in that city another minute with all those gruesome murders going on." Rita stated.

The blunt made it over to me, I took a hit and turned to Xavier. He seemed impressed with the fact I did it.

"Do you want it or not?" I shook it lightly as he just stared at me, the fire crackling in the distance and Brooke talking about how she was attacked by the Night Stalker.

He took it from me quickly, our hands momentarily touching. "Just didn't know that Mommy's good little Christian girl was such a rebel." Half of his face was illuminated by the fire as he smirked down at me.

"Yeah?" I leaned in closely, "There's a lot you don't know about me." I whispered as my eyes trailed down his face, stopping on his lips. I leaned back and directed my attention back to the conversation. Not noticing the hunger in his eyes as our game of cat and mouse got a little more interesting.

"24 years ago. That's when they closed this place down." Rita was about to start telling the story of the massacre.

"Rita," Xavier groaned, "I understand the tradition, and usually I'm cool with that, but our friend Brooke here had a for-real assault, and we're just not in the mood for a bullshit ghost story." He passed the blunt over to Montana.

I looked over to Brooke who was no longer roasting marshmallows, who looked absolutely scared to death.

"It's not bullshit. And there was no ghost," Rita went on, "I'll be honest with you. I've never been a nurse at a camp before and you've never been councilors. So how did we get these jobs?" We all paused listening to her, "That's because anybody that knows what happened here, doesn't want to be here. This is the site of the worst Camp massacre of all time."

I looked down as I remembered the story my Mom told me, about how she barely survived and the reason she doesn't have her ear. Xavier felt me stiffen as he scooted closer, letting me know he was here. "Come on Rita.." His voice grew in annoyance at the fact she kept going.

"His name was Benjamin Richter but most call him Mr.Jingles." She stood up for dramatic effect, "Richter was drafted into the Vietnam War and he found his calling. He had the highest kill rate in his company. He had a nasty habit of collecting trophies from his enemies. Cutting off their ears and cutting them into a necklace."

"Jesus Christ Rita," I snapped, "If my Mom hears you talking about this she's going to lose her shit." My fist clenched remembering how hurt she was whenever she would be reminded of that horrible night. Xavier looked at me with concern, putting his hand over mine in an attempt to calm me down. I just looked over at him, not really wanting Rita to continue in the fear it would set Mom off.

Rita just shrugged as she continued on, "The only job he could get was here, nobody knows why he snapped...but one night he took a knife and slaughters an entire cabin. Ten victims in all."

"You're wrong," a voice chimed in. We all looked over and saw my Mom approaching the fire slowly everyone grew still at her appearance and Xavier's hand left mine. "Alcohol is not allowed," she took the flask from Ray's hand and poured it onto the dirt, "Neither are those funny smelling cigarettes." She looked over to Chet who had it dangling limply in his fingertips.

"So nothing happened here?" Xavier asked, confused.

"No, there was a massacre here. But only nine died not ten." She walked just in front of the fire, where everyone could see her.

"So Mr.Jingles is real?!" Brooke asked, her voice rose with fear.

Mom didn't say anything as she turned her head to the side and moved her hair, revealing the spot where her left ear should be, but isn't. Brooke gasped while looking away, seeming like she was going to hurl.

Xavier's brows were furrowed as he looked from my mom to me, trying to make sure I was okay. I didn't say anything as she continued on with the story I'd heard only once before. She sat on an empty log as she began to go into detail of the events she went through.

"And I thought that will be the end of it," She recalls the trial, "But I can't escape him. And that's why I bought this camp. To reopen it and take all of my darkest memories and make them into something bright."

"Duddee..." Chet shakes his head, "That's heavy."

Xavier's hand graced over mine again as his eyes scanned my face. He wasn't ready for all of this heavy backstory, he didn't even know that any of this happened. Let alone that it followed you your whole life.

Mom dusted off her shorts as she stood, "Alright well, we have a lot to do with the kids coming in two days. And this is the last time I want anyone talking about that horrible night." She walked away into the night as everyone sat still, horrified.

Everyone eventually got up, except for Xavier and I who just sat there a bit longer.

"Are you okay?" He asked, genuine concern gracing his features.

It made my heart tinge how caring he appeared to be. I just gave him a reassuring smile as I nodded my head, "Yeah, I'm good."

He smiled back lightly and stood up, reaching his hand out to me. "Then let's go inside before we catch our death."

I took his hand as I got to my feet, hesitating to let go once I got up. Eventually I did and we headed back up to the girls cabin.

Next Part

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Twenty-Nine pt Two: Fire & Wounds

Chapter Twenty-Nine pt One

Word Count 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of blood, heavy angst

The first thing that you see when you step foot outside is a cabin on fire. It is not just a cabin, however, it is the cabin that held the woman that was blasphemous towards you. She was kept in there until she learned her lesson, that is until now. She must have found a way to escape but in doing so, she set the building on fire. Hvitserk holds you back because the flames are so high. 

"What happened?" You screamed out. 

"She escaped, my queen!" A man answered. 

"Where is she?! Where is my husband?" 

"The king is searching the grounds, trying to find her." 

Hvitserk "He went alone?"

"No of course not! He is with Ubbe and a few men." He said out of breath.

Hvitserk "Go get your dragons, I'm going after Ivar."

"Please be careful. I am going to be flying ahead, maybe I can find her that way." Hvitserk kisses your head.

Hvitserk "I love you."

"I know." He nods and runs along with the men that are heading towards the treeline. You hurry your way to your three dragons and get on top of Ryuu.

"C'mon boy, let's go get this little bitch." He screeches and leaps off of the ground, Neith and Eldr following close. You should have listened to Ivar, you should have killed her when she first acted out. Lesson learned, you suppose. 

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Ivar's Pov, as soon as the man asked for his assistance…

I walked out of my chambers, still amped up from a few moments ago. Hoping that I could still be in the tub with my wife, but being a king comes with responsibilities that never end. So I could not refuse going out to attend to whatever is happening.

"Talk."

"She has escaped, sir!" The man said.

"How?!"

"The cabin..it's on fire. She's gone!" I walked out of the house as quickly as I could, knowing that this is going to be a long night. I knew that I should have put an end to her that very day but Y/n would not allow it, bless her heart. I do not know what I am going to see when I step outside, but I brace myself for whatever it may be. I can hear my people's screams, their voices high pitched but I can't quite figure out what they are all saying. I hesitate for a second before opening up the door, seeing my cabin up in high flames. 

"My gods.." I whisper to myself. "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" I grabbed the guards collar, who was in charge of keeping an eye on this woman.

"I can't say for sure, my king."

"WHERE IS SHE HUH? WHERE IS THE PRISONER!?"

"I think I heard a man say that he saw her running into the woods!"

"THEN WHY HAVE YOU NOT GONE AFTER HER?!" 

"I-" I don't give him a chance to answer because I know that it would only be a petty excuse. I take my dagger out and slit his throat. Ubbe comes up behind me, grabbing my shoulder.

Ubbe "WHAT HAPPENED, BROTHER?!"

"The bitch has escaped!" Ubbe looks down at the guard that I just killed and scuffs.

Ubbe "Does him right..did he say where she went?" He said, out of breath from running rapid.

"He mentioned the treeline...we won't find her Ubbe.."

Ubbe "Oh yes she will, and she will pay for her crimes." He takes out his sword and I do the same. We take a deep breath before going into the treeline.

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Hvitserk's Pov

Separating from Y/n was a hard choice to make but I knew that we had to. Y/n is strong and she has her dragon's, which helps ease my mind a ton. I need to find Ubbe and Ivar, make sure that they are safe and okay. I feel like I've been running for miles and miles before reaching Ivar. 

"Brother," I shouted, he turns to face me, "where is Ubbe?!"

Ivar "Way ahead. I told him that he could go ahead. I was slowing him down." He is weak and out of breath. I know that his legs have to be killing him.

"I am not leaving you, let's take it slow-"

Ivar "Where is Y/n!?" He jolted.

Hvitserk "Look up-" as soon as I said that, Ryuu, Neith and Eldr flew ahead. 

Ivar "Oh thank gods...I thought that she would be with you..!"

Hvitserk "I told her to be with her dragons, they will keep her safe, more than we ever could."

Ivar "Agreed, let's go." Ivar leads the way so that I can watch his back while he watches my front. Archers and soldiers run past us, trying to find this woman. I think to myself, why couldn't this night just stay perfect? But then again, it was too perfect..something was bound to happen to ruin this night.

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Your Pov

I fly low enough so that I can see any movement from below. Neith flies on my left, Eldr on my right. I feel proud in this moment, not scared. I feel strength and power. 

"Neith..do you see her girl?" She looks at me and then looks down. I look directly below her and I see a torch. I look closer and I can see long and dark hair. Similar to hers, so I grin.

"DRACARYS!" As soon as I do, Neith blows her fire and I can hear the woman's screams before I hear nothing but the flames burning everything around it. I circle around and wait for the flames to die down. 

"Let's go see her ashes boy." I get off of my dragon, taking out the dagger that Hvitserk lent to me. I hear a creek behind me, thinking that it was just Ryuu's movements, I do not give it much thought and continue to walk on. I walk towards a pile that I assume to be human remains. I kneel down to examine, only to find a pile of clothing and some dirt. 

"What…?" I heard Ryuu alarm me but I was not quick enough. I feel a sharp pain in my back. 

"You fell for my trap, my queen.." I slowly turn around to face her. "You aren't such a smart queen now are you?" She said before stabbing me once again. I gasped out in pain and I lost all of my strength and dropped my dagger. Ryuu grabbed her in his mouth and crushed her entire body in one bite, eventually eating her whole. I smile as I see her enter his jaws. Knowing that she is finally dead, I can finally rest. I look up at Ryuu, who is screaming to his siblings. Neith immediately drops down and lays next to me. Before I know it, my eyesight goes blurry.

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Ivar's Pov

I see the flames growing bigger and bigger, knowing that I am getting closer to whatever one of the dragons caught. I don't see them flying anymore, which is concerning me. Why would Y/n land? 

Hvitserk "I can see Eldr!" 

"Where is Y/n?" 

Hvitserk "I can't see her!" He runs off, practically in a sprint. I walk as fast as I can to catch up to him. Once I see Neith, I can tell that she is in a panic state. She is screeching and will not stay still.

"What is it girl, huh?" Neith flies off, landing a few feet away from me and then I see Hvitserk pause. 

"Hvitserk…?" He does not answer me, he only falls to the ground. My heart sunk to the ground. Why would he be on the ground? Why didn't he respond? Why is Neith whimpering? Where is my wife? I walk up to him and then I see what he is looking at: my wife. 

"Oh my.."

Hvitserk "She is stabbed...multiple times!" He stuttered.

"Is she-?!"

Hvitserk "She's still breathing but she won't respond!" After he said that, a few of my men came running up behind my brother and I. 

"My king.."

"Don't bother! Just help me..!" My men hesitated for a moment before kneeling down beside us to tend to her.

Hvitserk "It..her chest she-"

"We need to get her home, who knows how long it will take for us to carry her there."

Ivar "We aren't carrying her, that will take too long. She won't make it. We are flying her home."

Hvitserk "I...I will fly with her, help me." Two of our men helped Hvitserk place her on Neith's back. When Hvitserk gets up behind her, he has tears overflowing. He is practically hyperventilating, just like me. 

"Brother," he looks down at me, "I will meet you there. Get her help immediately." He only nods and then commands Neith to fly. I watched my brother take off with my wife with him. Her body just laying there, basically lifeless was harder than bringing her home after her ordeal in Wessex. 

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Hvitserk's Pov 

When I come up to her body, I fall to my knees. I see blood drip from her lips and her chest struggling to rise and fall. I crawl closer to her and I can hear her wheezing breath and her eyes fluttering, trying to stay open. 

"Bab-hey hey...hey you stay awake do you hear me?! Don't you dare close your eyes. Please! Come on!" I place my forehead to hers, holding her close. 

Ivar "Oh my…"

"She is stabbed...multiple times!"

Ivar "Is she?"

"She's still breathing but she won't respond!" Ivar began to break down, letting his emotions show for the first time since Wessex. Everything feels like a daze, like it isn't really happening. I feel like I am floating in a void. I do not know what to do. 

Ivar "...we are flying her home."

"I-I will fly with her, help me.." I stumble to get off of the ground. Two of our men help me gently lift her off of the ground. Once we do, she whimpers out in pain, absolutely breaking my heart. 

"Shh shh, stay with me okay? We are going to get you home. Neith is here, we are all here..stay with me." Her eyes flutter and her mouth opens, as if she is about to speak but it is only to help her breath. Seeing her like this is almost unbearable. I just have to focus on getting her home and healed up, that is the only way I will be able to get her through this. Getting her on Neith was extremely hard, trying not to hurt her more than she already is. But we were able to manage. When I got on her, I held Y/n close to my chest, securing her so that she would not fall off when we took off. 

Ivar "Brother, I will meet you there. Get her help immediately." I nodded and we took flight.

"You will be home soon, princess. Stay awake, keep breathing baby. Stay with me."

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Your Pov

When I heard Hvitserk's voice, it broke my heart instantly. Hearing him cry out for me knowing that I can't say anything back, makes me feel worthless. And then Ivar came up behind him. My vision is so poor but I can make out that it is them. It is getting harder and harder to breathe. My chest burns like hot coils on a wood burning stove. Every breath, I can feel air entering my stab wounds. I try to move my hands but it is a slow process. I can barely keep my eyes open, even though Hvitserk is hollering for me to keep them open. 

When they lifted me off of the ground, the pain only worsened. I cried out in pain, or at least I attempted too. 

Hvitserk "Shh shh stay with me okay? We are going to get you home. Neith is here, we are all here...stay with me." His voice calmed me down until they placed me on her back. A dragon's back is rough and some areas are spikey, making me wince out even louder. I can hear Ivar wheep below me, even though I cannot move to look at him, I can still hear him. I wish that I had the strength to speak but that is simply not the case. When Hvitserk has me in his arms again, is the only time I stopped whimpering. Everything around me is dark and foggy. And then I think about my daughter. I have to live for her.

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When Hvitserk gets you back home, everything is chaotic. There is no order since Ivar is still in the woods, Ubbe is nowhere to be seen, Torvi has no say in what the people of Kattegat can or can't do. Hvitserk looks around for a moment, trying to comprehend how horrific this night has become, all because that woman escaped. He gets out of his own head and picks himself together, then lifts you off of Neith and carries you to the Healer's tent. When he opens the drape, he finds the Healer already prepared to do what he needs to do to save you.

Hvitserk "You knew?!"

Healer "I saw..bring her here." He places you down on the little bed and sits by your side.

Hvitserk "When did you see? Why didn't you warn us..why didn't you warn Ivar!?"

Healer "I saw it when I saw Y/n fly above the trees. There was no way that any of us could have stopped this event from occurring."

Hvitserk "If I was with her, I could have saved her-"

Healer "You are wrong. There is no way that you could have stopped this, Ragnarson." Hvitserk looks into his eyes and tries not to lose his mind.

Hvitserk "Jus-...can you save her?"

Healer "I can heal her wounds, yes."

Hvitserk "And..?"

Healer "It is too soon to say, Hvitserk. Just let me do my best. I will do everything I can to save the queen." Hvitserk starts to tear up. He grabs your hand and holds it with both of his hands and starts to pray.

Internally: "Dear Odin, I pray to you to be with Y/n right now. Give her the strength that she needs to survive. Give her the will to survive. Hold her close and save her Odin. I beg of you. I need her, our daughter needs her, Ivar...everyone needs her just please...don't let the Valkaries take her! It is not her time, please. Please keep her alive."

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Ivar finds Ubbe in the village of Kattegat. The fire has calmed down but the people are still in much distress, as they should be. 

Ivar "People of Kattegat, please stay calm!" Everyone stops in their tracks and looks at their king, "Your queen has been wounded severely! I need all of you to be strong. I need all of you to pull together and clean up what that woman did to our village-"

"Is she dead?" He looks behind him, to see her husband. 

Ivar "Yes, as she should be! She is the one that stabbed my wife...multiple times." The man lets his head hang, absolutely saddened by the news. He is angered by his wife's actions but at the same time, he loved his wife. 

Ubbe "I will help you all in the repair of our village. Let's start now, we will get as much done tonight before continuing in the morning." Ivar nods at his brother, as a thank you for his support. 

Ivar "I..I have to go see her, do you-"

Ubbe "I've got them, go see her." He places his hand on Ivar's shoulder to assure him that he will help in any way that he can. Ivar walks towards the Healer's tent, knowing that this is where Hvitserk would most likely bring you. He takes a deep breath and then walks in. The sight took his breath away and made him fall to the ground. He didn't have the strength to hold himself up any longer. 

Your dress was off of you, revealing only your torso. Your chest has four stab wounds. How deep? He cannot tell. Your chest is rising and falling slowly. Hvitserk looks down at his brother, with anger and sadness in his eyes.

Ivar "Can she...will she live?" He stuttered and whispered.

Healer "Quite possibly. The stab wounds did not hit her heart."

Ivar "That is good…"

Hvitserk "I don't know what to do-"

Ivar "You don't have to do anything, Hvitserk. Just stay with us, that is all you can do right now."

Hvitserk sniffles, "And Ubbe?"

Ivar "With our people, trying to clean up a bit before continuing in the morning."

Hvitserk chuckles, "Like we'll be getting any sleep tonight."

Ivar "Nor do I wish to. And if I do, hit me awake. She needs us up."

Hvitserk "I agree."

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In your head (Visions)

You are looking down at yourself on the bed, with Hvitserk and Ivar surrounding you. You can see all of the blood and the markings on your chest but when you look at yourself right now, there is no scar at all. And then you realize that you are out of your own body. How is this possible? You sit down in between Ivar and Hvitserk, then place your hand on their shoulders as to say, I am with you. You can see them look at where you are touching them but they cannot see what is touching them. And then you feel a hand on your own shoulder. You turn around to see your beautiful mother. You take a pause for a moment before getting up and walking towards her.

"Mom?"

"Hi my love."

"What? Why are you here?" She does not respond, only starts to walk away for you to follow.

"My dear, you are dying."

"Is that why you are here, to take me?"

"Oh no, on the contrary. I am here to give you the strength that you need to survive." She cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead. 

"Mom, this feels weird.."

She giggles, "I know, imagine how I feel. I am in this state more than you know."

"You are?"

"I am, my love. I am by your side always, you just can't see me."

"Tell me what you see, mom?"

"I walked with you on your wedding day. I was with you when you found out that you are with child. I was with you when that bastard held you captive in that dungeon. I am with you when you need me, my dear."

"And I need you now, that is why you are here." She nods, "But why can I see you this time, but not the other times?"

"Because you were not dying, my love. You are dying. Your soul is slowly leaving your body, that is why you are with me right now."

"Am I dead, mom?"

"Not quite, you would know if you were."

"What do I need to do, I can't die mom. I am pregnant!" You start to break down so your mother pulls you in for a hug. You can feel her touch, her warmth. Something that you haven't felt in over a year. 

"You are a warrior, you are a queen, you are a wife, and you are going to be a mother-"

"I can't be those things if I die.."

"Hey, look at me. It is not your time to enter Valhalla. Odin sent me down to save your soul, do you understand me? Y/n you will live."

"Mom-"

"Y/n..wake up."

"Wh-"

"Wake up!" 

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The Healer stops what he is doing when he sees your eyes open. 

Healer "Well hello, my queen." He said with a smile on his face. Hvitserk and Ivar alerted instantly.

"Mmm?" You slowly look down at your chest and the wounds are healed but just like the other ones, the scars are prevalent.

Hvitserk "You..what?!"

Ivar "Incredible.."

Healer "You had a visitor, didn't you?"

"M-my mother."

Healer "Mhm..how is she?"

"Wait..how did you-"

Healer "I see all things, my queen."

Ivar "Sweetheart.." you look in front of you, to see your husband. 

"Hey.." you whispered, forcing a smile. Ivar chuckles, wiping his tears away. You then look at Hvitserk who is holding your hand close to his chest.

"Hey Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "Hi princess." Unlike Ivar who stops crying, Hvitserk immediately breaks down when he hears you speak..especially say his name. 

"I'm okay, my mom she..woke-"

Healer "Woke you up."

"Yes."

Hvitserk "How do you know this-"

Healer "I heard your prayers Hvitserk. So did Odin. Odin gave Y/n her mother as a form of strength to return her back to her body."

Ivar "So she did.."

Healer "Only for a moment." Ivar loses it again. Soon, the Healer patches you up and clears you to move. When you do, you still feel the pain but it is bearable. The first thing the guys do is jolt up and embrace you all together. You three cry together and take in this moment. When you pull back, Ivar looks into your eyes.

Ivar "So I did lose you.."

"For a moment there you did, but I'm not going anywhere."

Ivar "You better not, my love. Because I need you."

"And I need you."

Hvitserk "Is the woman-"

"Yes, Ryuu ate her after she did this to me." Ivar smirks.

Ivar "That's our dragons.."

"Mhmm."

Hvitserk "I'm sorry that I couldn't save you, I promised you-"

"You couldn't have known, do not blame yourself." Hvitserk slowly nods.

Healer "We are proud of you, my queen."

"Thank you. But again, I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for my mother."

Ivar shouts, "Thank you mom!" You three burst out laughing, hurting your chest.

Ivar "I love you."

"I love you, Ivar." He leans his head upon yours and then kisses you gently. Hvitserk thanks the Healer for his part in saving your life. Today began uneventful, but ended in so many events that you could go without. It just proves that anything can happen and any moment. And to be grateful for the here and now, and to never take anything for granted. Not even your life.

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Hvitserk x Floki's daughter reader //Part 3

Spoilers ahead!!

Part 1 Part 2

Y/n looked at the sleeping man on her lap. The naked sleeping man. He looked so peaceful now. The grime off of his skin, the hair free of all the gunk, he looked healthier. There of course was still the same paleness and dulness to his skin, but he looked cared for.

Y/n was about to rise, when Hvitserk let out a hiss. "I will take care of you, my Hvitserk. Sleep, son of Ragnar", she whispers gently and strokes his hair. The man on her seems to be content with her words and touch as he relaxes again.

Gently Y/n lies the man down onto the floor. And on her tippy toes she collects the furs and piles them around and on top of Hvitserk. He didn't look like he had slept for days, and if he was content sleeping now, she would not be the one to awaken him.

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When the morning came, it was all too soon. Hvitserk was up on his legs rummaging Y/n cabin for mead. Y/n had been quicker though. All her flasks were empty or filled with water.

"NO!!", Y/n bolted to her feet as she saw Hvitserk going for her healing jars. She had not meant to be so aggressive in her movement, but awakening to the man holding something that could be used as a filler for the mushrooms, scared her.

Hvitserk dropped everything he was holding and dropped to the floor. "I'm sorry", he whimpered. Y/n was quick to collect herself and fell to her knees in front of him.

"No, no. Forgive me for being so sudden with my movements, I had not meant to scare you"she says gently stroking his shin which was now covered by clean pair of pants. Y/n had prepared him a set of clean clothes to use while his clothes were washed and dry.

"I-I need it", he whispers shaking. All the voices were louder now. Not as loud as usually, but they woke him up nontheless. He needed a quiet place, even just for a moment.

Y/n sighs and helps him rise from the floor. She was afraid of what he would do when left alone, but she also knew she could not babysit him forever. "Do not forsake your healing for a moment of quiet"she whispers and prays in her head for the gods to ease his burden.

Oh please answer, to us gods, we need you more than ever.

"I need to go to the market today, do you want to come with?"she asks.

"I-I'll come", he whisper. But then his chin quivers. "No one has cared for me like this in such a long time"he sobs, "I need to th-thank you,I'll try-to get better- for you."

Y/n's eyes fill with tears. "Do not thank me for caring for someone I hold dear, for your thank you's are not needed. We are in this journey together, and we are only at the first steps" she grins, "now let's go to the market and I'll bake for us, I'll make something that makes you forget everything but food."

Hvitserk lets out a teary giggle. But the giggle feels like it lasts an eternity for both of them. The beautiful sound after the shackles of pain.

Y/n knew it would not last, there are the highs and the lows, but at the beginning as they were, Hvitserk was still very much on edge and very much sick. If only one night could heal him, it would be too good to be true. They had to be patient.

Hvitserk puts his hands on Y/n's shoulders and looks down at her. Shakily he pulls her to him. A warm hug, a safe embrace. Y/n smiles to herself, she wouldn't abandon this man even if it took her whole life to get rid of his ghosts.

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Y/n held Hvitserk firmly on her arm as they walked along the market. Many people came to greet her after they had not seen the healer in such a long time, and it was best to keep the Ragnarsson in some sort of restraint before he got out of reach and found a way back to his "friends".

Hvitserk was paler than before, he was shaking and jumping to the smallest noises. He looked at the growd and sure enough he saw Ivar crawling to get to his legs.

He lets out a loud yell, and rips his arm off of Y/n's and runs off. His steps are shaky and he is clumsy, but in the growd he has easier time than Y/n. Y/n was shorter and generally smaller which made it harder for her to push through the crowd.

"Hvitserk!! No, Hvitserk, we are safe!!", she tries to yell, but soon enough, he has tracked his way out of the crowd and in to the docks and allies that made Y/n shutter.

Y/n bites her lip while tears come to her eyes. She cannot follow him there, she cannot, or she won't be able to breathe. The thought of the dark ally and her being vulnerable makes her hands shake so hard that her basket falls from her hands. She would have to wait till he went to the homeless.

"Y/n!" It was Amma. Amma who yelled for her. "Ubbe wishes to see you...and Hvitserk", she says out of breath.

"I just lost him", Y/n whispers tears falling down her face. "And I know where he is going", she sobs. Amma looks heartbroken as well, as she tries to stroke the woman's back.

"But I need to talk to Ubbe" Y/n says finally. Ubbe was Hvitserk's brother after all. And no matter how everything turned out, Hvitserk loved him the most out of all the brothers. If Y/n could talk to Ubbe, he could be Hvitserk's saviour.

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Everything felt awkward as she stepped in front of Ubbe and Torvi. The man before her was as handsome as he was before, the woman next to him was one of the closest friends to the woman who killed his mother. And more importantly, Y/n once would've killed to be in her place.

No, not as the queen, but carrying the child of Ubbe. For a moment when she looked at the man before her, her heart gave the same flips it used to.

"Y/n!"Ubbe says and rises from his throne. He was smiling which surpised her. Their last few encounters had been more than filled with tension.

"He is gone", Y/n whispers and stares at the sea broken heartedly. Her father was gone, her papa. Her everything. "Why do you abandon me so" she sobs.

"He was afraid", Y/n jumps at the voice. Ubbe. The last person she needed now. "You are too precious to him"

"Doesn't your wife need you during the wee hours, my prince", she bites out her chin trembling. Oh fuck her heart, for betraying her.

"She indeed does, but you need me more than she does" he says while laying an arm around the crying woman.

Y/n jumps as if burned. Then she looks at Ubbe with a teary sneer. "Should've thought of that before you married her then"

Now the smile on his face was genuine. "King Ubbe", she grins softly and opens her arms. Ubbe does not disappoint. His arms were always warm, and for her, they used to be always open. No matter what had occurred between them, she could not bring herself to hate him.

"Never a king to you, my little shipwright", Ubbe whispers while holding her close. Y/n fists the leather straps on his armour. "He is not alright", she says shakily. "I don't want him to drown", she cries quietly.

"He is not your responsibility", he says back with a long sigh. Y/n snaps back from the hug.

"Then who is going to care for the man who bleeds from the inside? Ubbe, he needs you, he needs you more than ever", her voice is so desperate, it breaks the man's heart. And what truly breaks him, is that his brother is out there, alone and scared, and he doesn't know how to help.

He loved Hvitserk. No matter what he had done, he loved him and would always love him. But he didn't know how to help a man who was emitting his own poison. It scared Ubbe more than anything in the world.

"How can I help him", Ubbe asks still just as quiet. The people in the hall had started to whisper, and Torvi was looking more than displeased. She wanted to cut in, but seeing the looks between the pair, she knew Ubbe would not tolerate it.

"By loving him", the short and simple answer makes everything drown around Ubbe. And he grasps the woman before him against him once again.

He never wanted his brother to forget that he loved him.

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Together we go. (Werewolf!Caesar Raphael x Reader *AU*)

Lol it's never late to request I'm always late to write tho

Requested: 34. "Please don't do this." + 45. "I can't imagine this world without you." From this prompt list.

Genre: Raw angst 😂💯 happy ending though cuz I’m weak

Strap yourselves in cuz this is dramatic as shit and also I’m lowkey rusty sooooo yeah 😂

(First point of view)

Everytime our eyes meet, my insides twist in guilt. I can barely hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds.

“Can we please get some ice cream first?” Caesar gives me his usual puppy eyes- aka the most effective puppy eyes one could ever encounter. I can almost see his tail wagging behind him in excitement.

I giggle at the cute nature of the scene. “Of course.”

He grins, immediately grabbing my arm and rushing to the ice cream truck. I do my best to keep up with him and not break my face on the asphalt.

It was Caesar’s first time at a theme park, and he was overflowing with happiness to say the least; he genuinely resembled a large puppy. 

Though Caesar always insists that the puppy/dog comparisons I make are only because I knew of his identity, I'm pretty sure it's way beyond the fact that he's a werewolf. Caesar just behaves like an oversized puppy, whether he believes it or not.

"Mmhm! It's so good!" Caesar's eyes widened at the sweet flavour of his chocolate ice cream. Part of me was worried he'd collapse and I'd have to rush him to the hospital, but from the looks of it, werewolves can apparently eat chocolate. "How's yours?" He smiled at me. God that smile kills me.

"O-oh, it's nice!" I took the spoon into my mouth, unnecessarily trying to prove my statement.

His stare lingered, but before I could ask him about it, he sheepishly spills out a question. "Can I..um..can I try it?" He pointed to the paper cup in my hand.

Giggling in awe, I immediately scooped up the ice cream into my plastic spoon. "Sure." I moved my hand closer to him, expecting him to take the spoon, but instead, he leaned his head closer, taking the spoon into his mouth directly. My cheeks heat up at the small gesture, and I subconsciously start looking around to make sure we haven't attracted anyone's attention.

"Oh! It's really good too! What is this one?" Caesar's eyes gleam in fascination, as if discovering a whole new world, which in a way he was. He'd already explained how strict the pack is about interacting with humans and their world, hence his isolation from the pack after violating that rule. To be with me. And there I was, refusing to give up my group's approval.

"(Y/N)? Why do you keep zoning out today? Is something wrong?" His eyebrows furrow in concern, further engraving the guilt onto my heart.

"I'm just a little tired; don't worry about it." I do my best to give him a reassuring smile, but I suspect that only made him even more worried. "Come on, let's get in line for the ferris wheel." I pull him towards the giant ride.

Caesar stares upwards, "Woah."

"You're not scared of heights, are you?" I smile.

"I've never been that high before," he points to the top of the wheel, "but it does look a bit scary."

"Don't worry; it'll be fun." I take his hand in mine, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze.

By the time we reach the front of the line, we were both done with our ice cream and were just anticipating the ride.

The blond helps you onto the wobbly cabin and climbs inside after you're seated.

The second the small doors shut behind him, the colourful cabin moves upwards, causing Caesar to lose balance. He screams and drops to the ground, curling into a ball in fear.

I softly place a hand on his shoulder, "Caesar, it's fine. It...does that." I chuckle.

His expression softens. Sure enough, he lets me help him off the floor and onto the seat, where he's finally able to take a look at the view beneath us.

His beautiful green eyes widen in admiration, "It's not scary at all. It's very...pretty...just like you." He turns to smile at me, but I immediately avert my gaze shyly.

He takes my hand in his, "I love being with you; you make me happy."

The sincere look in his eyes drew me in, and before I knew it, my bottom lip starts quivering. "I- yeah, me too."I gulp, gluing my eyes elsewhere. I could no longer hold his gentle gaze.

Silence follows for a few moments.

Softly taking place beneath my chin, fingertips guide my face towards their owner, "(Y/N)? Why won't you look at me?" His concerned gaze almost burns holes in my face.

I let out a nervous laugh and take his hand in mine, "What do you mean? I'm just enjoying the view. Look; you can see the ocean from here!"

Caesar forces a weak smile, "Yeah, it's nice."

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"(Y/N), are you sure we're not lost? I can't hear any cars ahead of us..." After walking through the woods for a bit, Caesar starts getting suspicious about whether we're actually using a shortcut to the bus station.

Hesitation and guilt take turns abusing my mind and heart. "Y-yes, Caesar. Just keep following me." I try to control my breathing rate and calm down.

The closer I get to the spot, the heavier my feet feel, the harder it is to push myself forward. "I can't do this." I drop to the ground and pull out my pocket knife.

"What do you mea-(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing?!" His statement was cut off by his own terrified yell. He drops to the ground and tries to pull away my weapon.

Having already dug the sharp edge into my forearm, I was disappointed by how difficult it is to actually find the tracking device. "Tracking device, Caesar! They'll find us; I need to take it out!" I kick the blond away, as I continue to search through my own flesh for the tiny device. The pain was unbearable, but it wouldn't compare to losing Caesar.

Blood dripped everywhere, making it even harder to see. "Fuck." I pant.

"It's not working." Tears hinder my vision, "Caesar, get out of here! As quick as you can!" The confusion on his face screamed in my face that it's my fault- all of it. "Please..." my voice cracks.

"No, (Y/N), I'm not going anywhere without you. Who are we running from? What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything!" He snatches the knife away and stuffs it in his pocket, the blood making a mess of his clothes in the process.

I push him away with my uninjured arm, "There's no time; please, just leave." Desperation hung at every word, yet he remained unmoved.

"Get up. We're leaving together." He tries to help me up, but I pull my arm away.

"They'll track us down, Caesar! The device is still in there!" I yell. "Please, I'm begging you; just leave before it's too late." I push him again, but he doesn't budge.

"(Y/N), we either leave together or die together; I'm not going anywhere without you whether you like it or not." The serious expression on his face is one I've never seen on him before; he's determined and stubborn, and I knew it.

I shake my head, "No, Caesar, you don't understand; I-"

"Was supposed to kill me, but you felt guilty; I know." He finished my statement, leaving me in a state of shock and shame.

"How- what? You know?" Realizing his lack of resistance, I fall into more confusion, "Well...why did you follow me here? You didn't know I'd feel guilty; I could've killed you!"

"But you didn't." Smirking, he shrugs.

"Caesar, I'm serious..." I stare at him with pleading eyes.

He sighs, "Well, I figured if the person I love the most wants to kill me then that's it; that's how I go."

"You came with me knowing you'll die?!" I cry.

"Well, I had hope you'd change your mind; I knew the love I'd felt with you wasn't fake. I felt your love...And well, I dunno about you humans, but wolves don't go killing wolves they love." He chuckles. "And if you'd killed me, well, I'd still choose that over escaping. I can't imagine this world without you."

"You're such a dumbass." I laugh lightly, but my smile drops at the sight of of something hitting Caesar’s neck.

And before I realize what's happening, He is hyperventilating as he grasps his neck, eyes terrifyingly wide; if I dIdn't know better, I'd think he was choking himself.

I rip out the tiny needle from his neck in panic, but it doesn't stop him from gasping for air, drool trickling down his chin uncontrollably. His eyes start to roll back, but he seems to be trying to hold onto what's left of his conscious mind, "Caesar! Caesar, stay with me!" Sobbing, I begin to shake him violently, but it takes mere moments before he drops to the ground.

The sound of footsteps slowly approaching hammers realization into my terrified brain, "W-why?"

"Girl, he's not dead yet; he's temporarily paralyzed." Kate rolls her eyes, but a warning follows through gritted teeth, "We're making the killing easier for you, so don't make this any harder for us."

"He's not a monster..." I shake my head, desperately pleading for his life, "He doesn't even belong to a pack; he's harmless!"

"Take out your knife, (Y/N)." She warns while the rest of the hunters watch me expectantly.

I look down at Caesar, whose eyes barely held any life in them. No way is he getting up any time soon, and my left arm has already gone limp. We stood no chance. This is it; this is how we die. And it's all my fault.

More warnings follow, but my eyes spot a tall man hiding nearby; he was clearly watching the conflict unfold.

When our eyes met, he put his index finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet, which I do. I was gonna die anyway; I have nothing to lose, listening to random forest man.

Smirking at my obedience, he gracefully spreads his hand open in the direction of the hunters.

Within a second, they all drop their weapons to clutch their head in their hands, blocking their ears like they couldn't stand a very loud sound. A loud sound you can't hear.

Eventually they all fall to the ground, hands still covering their ears. That's when the stranger decides to step out of his hiding spot.

He slowly makes his way towards me and Caesar. I don't know if it's the blood I've lost or the intense gaze of the man, but everything begins spinning before going completely black.

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"Did you hear me?! I said shoot him!" Kate screams.

Confusion consumes my every inch, "W-what?"

"Are you deaf?" She holds up her gun, aiming at my head. "Shoot him."

I slowly turn to look at where she motioned with a slight tilt of her chin. My shaky hands were clutching a gun aimed at a terrified Caesar on the ground. "Caesar?"

"Please, don't do this." Trembling, he shakes his head. "I love you. I would never hurt you; you know that." His teary eyes were hypnotizing; I couldn't look away for a reason I couldn't explain. I just stood still- and stared.

“I...I don’t understand...” I lower the gun I knew I didn’t even have on me before.

“Please, I’m begging you.” Caesar pleads.

I observe my surroundings in utter bewilderment. The number of hunters bacame overwhelmingly threatening; I didn’t know there were that many of them. So many faces I couldn’t recognize.

Before I could plan my next move, the sound of a gun shot rips through the air.

My head snaps towards Caesar. His fear-stricken, watery eyes stare back into mine lifelessly. 

My lips quiver, as I scan his body for the wound.

Till I found it where I didn’t expect to.

Hot, thick liquid trickles down my face, blurring my vision in the process. My fingers reach for my forehead, allowing me a chance at comprehending the situation. 

I’d been shot.

As if the realization was my cue, I watch everything spin out of focus till I completely lose consciousness.

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I gasp, immediately shooting out of bed, almost slamming my head against the stranger’s.

“Jeez, the potion sure is quick.” The man mumbles to himself.

“Potion?” I wipe my forehead, just to see a gooey, yellow substance dripping off my fingers. It was a dream?

“(Y/N)!” I find myself engulfed into a warm, tight embrace.

“Caesar.” I breathe out in relief, giving into the hug.

“Wait! The tracking device-” Before I could fully push away Caesar, the man speaks up.

“Already planted it on a rat; it’s gone forever.” He gives a smile I could only interpret as him being proud of his own intelligence.

“I don’t know how to thank you...How do I return the favor? Ask me for anything!” 

“It’s a bit funny for you to think I’d need anything from you.” Seemingly offended, the man rolls his eyes and sips his tea.

“He’s a bit...uh...timid?” Caesar whispers to me, hinting he’d already tried to thank the man while I was out of it.

“I already put a healing spell on your arm; there will be no scarring, but I’d rather you keep the bandages for a few more hours.” He glances down at my bandaged arm.

“Thank you...again.” I nod. “A healing spell though...are you a wizard?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

The stranger sighs. “Surely you can’t be that dense.”

“I think that’s a yes.” Caesar looks at me in slight uncertainty.

Another sigh. “Azusa Kuze, wizard from Hinomoto, nice to meet you. Anything else you wanna butt into?” He uses a slightly high pitched, cheery voice to ensure we understood he was mocking us.

“Uh, no, we’re good I think.” Caesar chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“Good.” He diverts his attention to the huge book on his wooden dining table.

“Um, well, I guess we’ll be going now, right, Caesar?” 

“Uh, yes. Thank you again, Mr. Hinomoto Wizard Azusa Kuze.” Caesar bows.

The wizard scowls but shakes his head dismissively “Yeah, um, you’re welcome.”

The second we step outside the small cottage, we both let out breaths we didn’t seem to know we were holding. 

“Well, that was a strange day.” I state.

“Yeah.” Caesar nods. “Wanna get some more ice cream?”

I grin, “You know it.”

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THE SERPENT

THE SERPENT

(Michaela Gabrielle C. Jimenez, PH)

Once there was a woman who went alone inside a dark forest. Many have warned her not to come in the forest for there was a myth that a serpent was just around, looking for women to lure and slowly take away their life; like the serpent who indulged Eve into eating the fruit of life. She was a free soul, never have ever been there a chance for anyone to come into her way in doing what she wants to do.

So the woman went in wearing her best shoe and favorite black dress. She went through the woods in awe, she thought the dark forest was a beautiful sight to see and she wanted to paint the wonderful view so anyone who ever spoke badly of the forest will eat their words. She bet even the serpent that they warned her of was not as dangerous as they say it is.

She wandered off some more until she saw a small cottage in the near distance. As she came closer, drizzles of rain started to touch her skin. She ran a little so she wouldn’t get wet. As the floor to the stairs headed to the porch of the house screeched, she felt another presence, as if someone was just around her and looking at what she was doing  She approached the door and knocked, it was slightly open, but her mother taught her better than just enter a stranger’s empty home.

“Hello? Is anybody home?” The woman called and looked inside the window. “I’ll just let the rain pass. I mean no harm. I’ll go ahead if you don’t like strangers here.” She said and no one answered.

The rain hasn’t stopped it was starting to feel like a heavy storm. It was shivering cold; her hands were shaking and her feet were trembling. Trees were being swayed away by the wind, she needed shelter and a raging desire to get back home wouldn't stop blaming her own decisions. She sat by the floor and tried her best to wrap herself with her own arms. Suddenly, a shadowy figure came into view, frightening her—it was a figure of a tall man, slowly coming towards her.

Hiding wasn’t an option because there was no place for her to hide anymore. The porch was open and clear as if there was no one living in that cottage. She had no choice.

As he saw the woman sitting by his porch, a smirk secretly crept on his face. “What are you doing here?” He said in a convincing soft tone. To her it felt like it was the first time he ever saw a person on his cottage, she was convinced he wouldn’t do anything to her and he would help her.

“I was wandering around the forest, then the storm came and I need shelter so I went here. But I understand if you would let me leave." The woman said with a shaking voice. She was ready for him to make her leave, she thinks he looks quite the opposite of accommodating.

"No, please, stay. Let the storm pass and then you can leave or maybe I can help you find what you are looking for around the forest." He reached out his hand and lead her inside the house. His fireplace was all set up as if it was normal for the man to have visitors.

She stood by the fireplace but the drizzles got her wet and cold. The man offered a towel so she can dry off and she gladly accepted, "Do you want to change? I have plenty of shirts you can borrow." The man felt the discomfort given away by the woman, "While we dry your wet clothes in the dryer, you know."

"Sure, thank you. That's too much but thank you. I will return the clothes as soon as mine dry off." The man turned around after she said her thanks, he got in a room and quickly returned with a black shirt and white shorts.

"I'm sorry this is all that I have, but those are clean." After he gave her the clothes, she guide her towards another room, the room felt comfortable so she quickly got to change.

Sitting by the bed, she wondered why the man knew she was looking for something. A lot of thoughts came to her mind; maybe a few people already passed by looking for the serpent and asked him; maybe he already saw the serpent, or maybe he knew the story and his offer was made for him to laugh at her because of the silly story.

The man knocked on the door and she quickly opened, he stood by the door frame and told her to head by the fireplace for some hot milk. She was going to refuse because it was too much, but he turned his back and went by the fireplace first.

As they were seated and getting warm, the man asked her what she was looking for that got her lost inside the forest.

"Do you live here?" She asked.

"Yes, I do. Not a lot know about me. My parents used to research around this area and take care of the animals, you know, a lot of hunters used to come here." He said and then took a sip from his cup. "That's why, if you are looking for the serpent, you won't be able to see one."

"Did the hunters kill them all?" She was shocked and scared, she could be wandering around the forest and hunters might have found him.

The man looked at her and said, "No, that story was something we made up so people wouldn't dare to come inside this forest. To stop the hunting and for women, to keep them safe from hunters, dangerous hunters." She was relieved she got to his cottage before she even wandered off too far.

"I came here to prove the people of the town that they are wrong." She placed the cup down.

"So, what will happen after proving something to people?" He asked.

She was taken aback by the question, but he wasn't done, "Do you always prove something to people?"

Thoughts came running through her head and she felt like he knew her for a long time already. It was true though, she was the type of person who always feels like she has to prove herself to everybody. He got into her; she walked into a trap inside a dark forest—the serpent's trap.

She began to cry and open up herself to him; as their conversation went deeper as the night did, she was slowly falling in love with every inch of him. It was an unforgettable night, it was the night the serpent took hold of another victim.

The rain came to an end and she bid her farewell. He stopped her midway

"Please, come back soon. I will be waiting." His words were like a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She thought it was the sweetest she had ever heard in her entire life. For the first time, someone finally understood her; someone was finally getting to know her and her soul.

From that night forward, he was in her every thought. She thought it was finally time for her to open up herself to someone, and that person was him. Five moons after the night they first met, she wandered deep into the forest once again to find him.

She went to the cabin and sat on his porch once again, she was crying this time. She had bruises on her face and body because of how her parents beat her off until she can barely walk. For the past four moons, she was trying her best to get out of her household to come and meet him; she has told everyone about the hunters in the forest and how there was no such thing as a serpent. Everybody thought she was crazy and even her own family despised her for doing something so carefree. On the fifth night she called out to him but he wasn't anywhere. Sunrise came and all she heard was screaming—it was her parents and they were coming to get her and hurt her more. They came inside her room and she tried her best to hide inside the bathroom but they slammed the door and hurt her more. She was forcibly dragged inside her mother's room and there, she suffered more. After taking every physical and verbal pain, she waited for everyone to leave. As the place got quiet, she tiptoed her way out of the door, ran and never looked back.

He came to her rescue and carried her in front of the fireplace to keep her warm. She sat down crying like she never cried before, or maybe she never did cry for the last five nights. He was happy she was back, and this time her heart was already his property.

Humans fear so many things but the hardest fear to face is the fear of trusting other people, but we tend to let go of that fear the moment we meet eyes that take hold of the assurance that we need. He offered her a blanket and a pair of new clothes to wear--from that moment on, she knew it was right for her to let go of that fear. Every moment of her life spilled out of her mouth that night, and it felt wonderful. Every moment felt like a rendezvous she has always desired. In his arms, she was well rested.

The morning came and it wasn't like any of her waking moments—she woke up face to face with a man who was always in her mind. She was beside the person who made her feel whole again. The day went on like a dream, they did all things together. He made her experience the happiness that comes with freedom; she turned into a free spirit. From time to time she felt anxious about having anyone following her, but he never failed to make her feel safe in his presence.

Twilight came and they were alone in his room, stars were starting to greet her by his window. She was finally a happy free soul. The breeze tickled her skin and it left her feeling cold. she closed the window and sat down by the corner of the bed, thoughts came running through her head and she was about to cry out of fear when a pair of warm arms wrapped around her. "Don't cry my love, I'm here. Nobody will ever hurt you anymore."

After a few words of comfort, she felt safe. She turned around to face him and he kissed her ever so passionately. They turned the dead cold night into the bliss of a bountiful hot summer's day. One night filled with pure love, well, at least for her naive soul it was.

Ten months came like minutes; they were so happy they have forgotten about the world. Being with him was the best decision she ever made her whole life, but every day was a new day and somehow changes are inevitable. She was afraid of that one closet she cannot enter; he said it was filled with junks she doesn't have to worry about, and so she believed in his words. Every moment they had was a moment to cherish and their trust was built with the foundation of love itself.

One afternoon it felt like something was surely wrong, but she shrugged it off. He was being so cold to her and she could feel how every look that came from him was dull. Dull enough to set your bored soul to sleep. She asked to clean the closet she cannot open but he didn't want to. They had fought as she tried to get the keys from him, he was persistent of not opening the closet door for her. She wasn't going to give up as she knew there was something wrong and it was with what's inside the closet. Finally, he grew tired and let him see just through the opening of the closet ad reassured her nothing was wrong. She saw ropes and some daggers but he told her it was just something he did for fun. She knew it was a lie.

Days after, he was still cold and she was sick. All he ever did was to tell her he loves her but he never really shows it. She didn't have a common cold nor flu; it was something that could cause her death. Her soul was still troubled and she cannot be troubled even by her fatal state. She remembers the day he gave her a master key to every part of the house in case she accidentally loses her key or in an emergency. In a swift moment, she began to run through her things until she found it.

She slowly walked towards the cabinet and opened the door, careful of what can come along her way. Once the lock clicked, signaling the opening of the cabinet door, her gut feeling was taking her closer to where she should be and see what she should see.

As she entered and opened the lights, she froze in sight—it was a cabinet big enough to be a room and it as full of skeletons and dead bodies. She walked a bit further and saw her picture next to a beautiful rose gold coffin. She turned around to see him standing and staring at him. his eyes were as red and there was no sign of his soul.

She tried to ask him what was wrong with him and all the questions she could ask, but in the end, all that he could answer were cold words, "This is your fault..." and he kept blaming her. She tried to run pass through him, but there was no escape. His darkness was overpowering her humanity. He has been poisoning her for a month now, and it was effective. She found out about everything as she was running for her life.

The legend of the serpent was real and every bit of fantasy turned into a reality. She stopped running; she could feel her heartbeat and it felt like exploding. She sat down crying and after a few moments, she looked up to see him. He was looking at her differently, he could see the girl who was half asleep by his porch. The serpent inside him began to subside as he could feel his soul again. He cried as he looked at her, dying. She looked up to him and saw her face, he fell down to his knee as very memory of her came flooding through his head. He thought he has changed her enough for her to forget the world; unfortunately, he became her world and he was the one who changed and forgot about the serpent inside him. It was only in this time of darkness where he could not fight off the darkness, but he did.

She changed him so much that he and the serpent became two different things; one that is fiction and the other as what the reality is. She began to close her eyes and he began to hold her head, telling her o fight some more and he will find a way to keep her alive. Somehow, it was too late for him to do so. The last drop of tear-stained his hand as she said with a shaking breath, "My love, I love you. I have done my part and now, I'm not going to run away from death anymore. For I know this was my purpose, to love and cherish you in this lifetime. Thank you for everything and I'm sorry for not being enough for you to keep. Stay away from the serpent, you are now freed from every part of that monster."

He couldn't stop crying as he begged her to fight and live, "I have told the stories about a young man who lived in the forest to keep it safe, they didn't believe me. I knew there was more to that man than just a lonely—empty serpent, and I was right. My love, there would always be more to you than what you think you are." Suddenly, silence filled the surroundings and she hitched her final breath.

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#5

A Touch in the Dark (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my long overdue contribution to @fandomfic-galore 1k Followers Sexy Trope Challenge. Congratulations again 🎉 I'm sorry it took me so long, love. I'm sorry too because I just saw there's a maximum word limit. I obviously broke this rule 🙈

The trope I chose: one bed

The sexy prompt @fandomfic-galore gave me: mutual masturbation

I know the way I used the prompt is a bit unorthodox but well, what can I say? Ivar is a stubborn brat, he wouldn't have it any other way!

@mrsalwayswrite, thanks for betareading this for me, and thanks for your support, I really needed it 🌺

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Summary: stuck in the middle of nowhere with your boss, you spot a cabin and know that this is where you and he must spend the night.

Warnings: smut; masturbation; mutual masturbation.

Words: 4926 (🙈)

"You're fucking kidding me? You're doing this on purpose, right?" Ivar says angrily and you just shrug, rolling your eyes.

"I'm not fucking kidding you, Ivar! And how the fuck can you think I'm doing it on purpose? Just tell me, who's the one who didn't want to take a plane from Kattegat to Kemi and back, huh?" Making air quotes with your hands, you keep going, swaying your head. "Y/N, we will be more free with a car, we will be able to leave whenever we want, as soon as the deal with Harald is completed." You snort, hitting the steering wheel. "And now here we are, Mister Genius, with no fucking signal," you hiss through clenched teeth, waving your phone in front of his face, "in a fucking broken car, in the dead of the fucking night and in the middle of Norrbotten, in other words in the middle of fucking nowhere. Who do you think is to blame, huh?"

Ivar takes a sharp intake of breath. "Be careful, Y/N, don't forget who you're talking to. I've fired people for much less." He says curtly, and you can almost physically sense his boiling anger.

You scoff, undismayed by his threat. In the two years he's been your boss, Ivar has threatened to fire you at least five times a day. You know he won't do it, though. Because you're fucking competent in your job and also because you can put up with him. He told you once it was a refreshing change from your predecessors, scared girls who cried whenever he raised his voice. Your explosive nature – which matches his – is what, against all odds, makes working for him a success.

"Look, Ivar," you eventually say, not because you're afraid of him but because one of you has to be wise, and you know it won't be him, "we can go arguing for hours, or we can try to find a solution. We're going to freeze to death if we stay in this car, okay?" You tap your finger on the dashboard. "Before the fucking car died on us, the outside temperature was minus five degrees Celsius." And this is a fucking matter of concern to you.

You're sure Ivar has no idea about the little chitchat you had with his mother on the day you were hired, but you've never forgotten her words, nor their barely hidden threat. 'The cold increases his pain and is therefore my son's worst enemy. As his assistant, you have to always make sure his legs are warm enough. Ask for an extra blanket when staying at a hotel, turn on the heater in the car if it's cold, schedule appointments indoors except for the summer months. Do what you want but keep his legs warm at all time. I hope I make myself clear. Don't disappoint me, Y/N, I assure you I've got some power over Lothbrok & Co.'

"So, what do you suggest?" He asks without missing a beat, a little too eagerly, and that's when you know you're right. He must already feel the cold in his brittle bones. You won't say a word about it though. Pinpointing Ivar's greatest weakness might not be a good idea given how pissed off he is.

"Well, remember the big hairpin turn?" You point your thumb behind you. Ivar nods and you explain further. "I saw a cabin a bit after it. My father always told me that in remote areas, like this one, cabins are usually left open, in case of emergency. Guess we're about to find out if that's true."

"It's a long way to go." You know your boss well enough to know what he won't say. He's concerned. Truth be told, you're too. Reaching the cabin, several hundred meters away, will be no cakewalk for Ivar. But well, you have no other choice, right?

"Not that much." Your voice is too quiet, your lack of confidence obvious. You clear your throat before inhaling deeply. Better to tell the truth. "Okay, look. It may be a long way, but what else can we do? Without signal and without a car, Ivar, we're running out of options. I'll get our bags, I'll light the road with the flashlight of my phone and you, well, you just walk, okay?"

As he remains silent, you suppose Ivar nods. He eventually asks, anxiety clear in his voice. "What if it's locked?"

"One problem at a time, boss", you reply with a wink he can't see, "but don't worry, it won't be," a small smile spreads on your lips, "Dad's never wrong."

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264 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 18:39:20 GMT

#4

Happiness is Everything (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This wasn’t requested; I needed to give my boy some love, and a strong bond with Hvitserk. It’s nothing but a silly comfort fic.

@geekandbooknerd​ - Thank you for beta reading this for me 💖

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Summary: Ivar doesn't want any more set-ups. Hvitserk’s stubborn girlfriend disagrees.

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst due to Ivar’s temper and insecurities; an obvious lack of plot; lack of creativity; fluff+++.

Words: 2575

Stifling a hiss of pain, Ivar flops down on the couch, leaning his crutch against its armrest. 

 "Here." Hvitserk joins him, handing him a beer before gulping a long sip of his. "So, brother," Hvitserk's face is slightly crumpled as he looks at him, "There's a last-minute change." 

 With a tight-lipped expression on his face, Ivar frowns. He hates last-minute changes with a passion. "What are you talking about, Hvitserk?" He asks curtly while massaging his right thigh absently. 

 "Thora will be with us tonight." Hvitserk shrugs, his discomfort obvious. 

 "Okay." Ivar tilts his head, confused. Every Thursday night, he and his brother spend the night together. Usually at Hvitserk’s place, eating frozen pizzas – a lot of them, Hvitserk being Hvitserk. Most of the time, Thora, who enjoys spending time with her friends, leaves them alone. Sometimes she stays home though, and honestly, it's fine. The truth is, he likes Thora. She's smart and funny, and uncomplicated. Sure, he didn't warm to her right away. It took time. But now, it's okay. He probably won't say it out loud, but yeah, he likes her.

 "So…" Raising a brow, Ivar takes a sip of his beer, "It's no big deal." As Hvitserk keeps silent, Ivar scrutinizes him. His brother is clearly nervous and not at ease at all. Ivar slowly licks his lips. "What are you not telling me, brother?" He knows he's right when Hvitserk lowers his gaze.

 "Well…" Hvitserk clears his throat, "She won't be alone."

A wide-eyed look on his face, Ivar snarls, pursing his lips. "What does that mean, Hvitserk?" The icy cold tone of his voice matches his hard stare, his knuckles turning white as he clenches his hands into fists. 

 Hvitserk winces, "You know what it means, brother," before taking a seat in the armchair across from Ivar, the small coffee table between them suddenly highly appreciated. One can never be too careful when facing Ivar's anger. 

 "Are you fucking kidding me?" Clenching his jaw, Ivar bangs his fist on the table, and Hvitserk immediately leans forward, catching his brother's beer just before it falls down. 

 "I'm not, Ivar. Listen, I'm sorry but Tho–"

 Ivar cuts him off, running nervously his hands through his hair. "I can't believe it! Remember the fiasco with Thora's cousin? And then with her colleague? What was her name? Livia? Lisa? See, she didn’t even stay long enough for me to remember. Anyway, I thought I was pretty clear after that, wasn't I? Maybe you and your girlfriend should go and check your hearing, what do you think, hm, brother?" His voice dripping with sarcasm, Ivar gives Hvitserk dagger eyes, his pointer finger tapping the side of his head. "No more set-ups. That's what I said, right? Sounds pretty clear, huh? Do I need to tell it again, brother? Look at my mouth, I wouldn't want you to miss it this time,” He points to his lips then in a sarcastic manner, “No. More. Set-ups. No. More. Blind. Dates." Bottom lip quivering, Ivar, who's boiling mad, struggles to hold back his anger.

 "I know, brother…" Hvitserk swallows, rubbing his hand over his face, "but you know Thora means well, don't you? I briefly met Y/N once and honestly, she seemed nice enough. Plus, Thora's not really setting you up. We'll be together, the four of us, here, just eating pizza, it hardly counts as a date, don't you think?"

 Disgruntled, Ivar heaves an exasperated sigh, his nostrils flaring. "Stop playing dumb, Hvit, and don't tell me you've never heard of double dates!" He stares at his brother, his pupils dilated, shading his eyes darker blue. "Anyway, it doesn't matter." As he reaches for his crutch, a scowl on his face, Hvitserk stands up, his brow furrowed. "What are you doing?"

 "Isn't that obvious?" Ivar mocks him while adjusting his legs in front of him. "I'm leaving!" Shifting his butt forward, he laces his left arm through the metal loop of his crutch, places his right hand on the coffee table, and then slowly hauls himself to his feet, grunting and swearing under his breath. He has a false start, where it seems he's going to fall right back onto the couch, but Hvitserk catches him skilfully, gripping his upper right arm. As soon as he's sure his baby brother has found his balance, Hvitserk releases his arm and Ivar gives him a tight, thank-you smile. 

 Hvitserk barely nods, as if nothing happened. And gosh, Ivar may be mad at him about this stupid set-up-non-set-up thing, but right now he's feeling mostly grateful. His brother not making a big deal out of his struggles never fails to amaze him.

With any other of his brothers, it wouldn't have been the same. 

Bjorn would have looked at him as if he were an utter failure, and then maybe helped him – out of pity, Ivar is sure of that – but not without paternally patting him on the shoulder; or even worse, on the head. The thought makes him cringe and he shakes his head, chasing it away. Bjorn is no longer around anyway, busy traveling around the world with his fourth wife. Or maybe it's the fifth? Ivar lost count a long time ago. 

 Sigurd would have kicked his crutch out from under him while Ubbe would have forced him to sit down, hovering beside him for far too long, afraid he would slip or stumble, or break a bone. Between Ubbe and Sigurd, between plague and cholera, Ivar is honestly not sure which one is better. Or worse. After all, it's all a matter of perspective. 

 Fortunately, Hvitserk – his favourite brother, and it is no coincidence – never treats him differently; never belittles him; never mothers nor smothers him. With him, Ivar feels like he's normal.

 Gratefulness flooding his mind, a pang of guilt suddenly hits him. He knows that if he leaves, he will put his brother in a difficult position. Though his resolve remains unshaken, Ivar puts a hand on his brother's shoulder, and when he speaks again, it's in a softer voice. "Listen, brother, just tell them I cancelled because I wasn't feeling well, okay?"

 Technically speaking, it's not even a lie. Today has been what his beloved mother would have called a 'bad leg day'. The pain coursing through his lower limbs worse and the muscles stiffer than usual, his right leg barely moving due to its swollen joints, he had taken a double dose of painkillers earlier, regrettably with little to no effect.

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281 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 18:42:39 GMT

#3

Home (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry for @maggiescarborough​‘s 400 Followers Challenge. Congrats again, love 🌺

This is another silly, fluffy thing. It’s probably boring, sorry 😔

Since Ivar is undoubtedly a Scorpio, this story takes place in November 😉

The prompt: surprising the character on their birthday.

@geekandbooknerd​, thanks for beta reading this for me ♥️ And @inforapound​, thanks for helping me out ♥️

Thanks to google translate too 😉 jeg er allerede begyndt at lære dansk: I've already started to learn Danish.

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Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Summary: On his birthday, Ivar is in a very bad mood. The only present he wants is you, but there is an ocean between you two.

Warnings: Ivar’s bad temper (is that ever a warning??); soft, soft Ivar; fluff+++.

Words: 3209

When his phone rings, Ivar's first thought is to throw it across the room. Looking down, he then sees the name on the screen and closes his eyes. Snippets of his days run through his mind: how he had snapped at Ubbe – I don't give a shit about what you're saying, brother; how his outburst had brought to tears his new personal assistant – if you don't even know how to make a fucking coffee, I should probably fire you; how Harald, his longtime business partner, had hung up on him, angering him even more – you may be smart, Ivar, but when you're such in a bad mood, you're worthless. I'll call you tomorrow.

 Ivar knows he needs to calm down. He's so pissed off – at everything – that his right quadriceps is constantly spasming, his thigh as hard as rock. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he sighs loudly, pinches the bridge of his nose and eventually grabs his phone.

 "Mor?" He's sure his mother won't fail to notice the hint of sharpness in his voice. She won't acknowledge it, though, used to his temper.

 "Hello Darling." There's a tremendous amount of love packed in those two little words, yet it doesn't bring a smile on his stern face. "I just wanted to let you know that Sven is on his way. He left Kattegat forty minutes ago. He is going to take you home."

 Clenching his jaw, Ivar stops himself from telling his mother that Kattegat, for him, is no longer home. Not anymore. The truth is, he doesn't know where home is. Home isn't his luxurious loft in in the very center of Copenhagen either. Home should be where you are. But you're so far away…

Ivar clears his throat. "I still don't get it, Mor. Why should I go with your chauffeur? You do know I can drive, don't you?"

 "Oh, honey, of course I do. But we've been over this, remember? You had to work the whole day, on your birthday, and I just want you to relax. Traffic can be brutal this time of day. Just let Sven bring you home. Maybe take a nap in the backseat, or just allow your thoughts to wander. I want you to be rested tonight, sweetheart." His mother pauses for a few seconds, and when she speaks again, her words are careful, her tone almost hesitant – so unlike her, his heart softens a little. "You did pack a bag, didn't you?"

 Ivar can't help but roll his eyes and then settles his gaze on a brown leather duffel bag right next to his mahogany desk. He knows that whatever his mother might expect, he won't stay the night. And if she doesn't allow Sven

to drive him back to Copenhagen, he will just call a cab. He won't argue about it right now, though – everything in its own time.

 Letting out a small sigh, Ivar nods uselessly, a hand running through his hair. "Yes Mor, I did."

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316 notes • Posted 2021-02-10 19:05:57 GMT

#2

Crashing Waves (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @waiting4inspiration's 9K Multiple of 3 Challenge 🌺 Congrats again, love!

Prompt 16: Something red / High heels / A quiet place

@geekandbooknerd - thank you, darling, you're a wonderful beta 💖

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Bringing Ivar back to the place - Ragnar's hunting cabin - of his greatest failure seems pretty bold. Yet you are sure of your plan. It will work. And you will prove him wrong.

Warnings: smut; use of a cock ring; mention of Ivar's insecurities; no real plot.

Words: 2881

Sitting on the bed, Ivar swallows loudly, digging fingernails into his palms. "Why did you bring me here, Y/N? What are we doing here?" You watch the muscles in his jaw clenching and flexing as he grinds his teeth. You know he's trying very hard to control his anger.

Taking two steps towards him, you cup his face, "This is a quiet place," lean forward and your mouth grazes his cheek and then his earlobe. "You know how much I love quiet places."

"You love quiet places? Are you fucking kidding me??" Seething with anger, he gives you dagger eyes. "Of all the possible places, you really had to choose this one? This fucking cabin? You fucking know this is not just any quiet place."

Kneeling down in front of him – a task nearly impossible with your six-inch stilettos – you place your hands on the bed, on either side of his hips. Reaching up, your thumb strokes his cheekbone, your face peering up at him. "I know, my love."

Of course, you do.

You know exactly what Ragnar's hunting cabin means to your lover. You know what happened here – or rather what didn't. You know about his failure. You know everything because one night he told you, between sobs, and after way too much Akvavit. And that's exactly why you're here tonight.

"Why, then?" His knuckles white, he asks through clenched teeth, averting his gaze.

"Because," things are clear to you, so you don't hesitate, "it's time to start making some new memories, my love." Your right hand grabs his left and you intertwine his fingers with yours. "And because it's time I prove you wrong."

Ivar ducks his head down, unable to look you in the eye. His voice barely a whisper, you realize he is shaking. "I… You know I…", he releases a shuddering breath, his gaze finding yours, "I can't…"

The sharpness in his voice is gone, replaced by… despair… And the way he looks at you… Gods… His wide eyes are filled with fear, confusion and… tears? It's almost enough to persuade you to back off.

But no. You won't.

"I don't know that, my love. I only know what you told me." Carefully placing your hands on his thighs, you tilt your head to the side. There are a thousand questions in his eyes and he seems hurt, and self-conscious. Oh no, you won't allow him to go down this path. "Listen to me. I was not lying, Ivar – I never lied to you – with your dexterous fingers and your skilled tongue, you can pleasure a woman. You pleasure me each and every time, never doubt that. But I want more. For you more than for me."

"But… what…" He wraps his fingers around your right hand, squeezing it so tight it hurts, but you don't complain, not when you can almost feel the panic coursing through his veins, so you just keep looking at him, with a smile on your lips and love in your eyes. "What if it doesn't work? What if… I can't get it up long enough like… like with… with Margrethe…"

"Oh Ivar, stop dwelling on this old story, will you? You were so young, my love, still a boy. And she was just a girl. A girl you didn't have feelings for. A girl who didn't love you." Gently grabbing his chin, you bring his mouth to yours for a soft, light kiss. "I am in love with you, Ivar. And I know you're in love with me. That, my love, makes a huge difference. Plus, you're no longer a boy… And, as for myself, tell me the truth, my love… " You stand up and then slowly take off your long, black trench coat. "Do I look like a girl?"

The second Ivar sees what's under the coat, his mouth falls open. Gaping and gawking, he's literally gobsmacked. If you're being honest, that's what you were aiming for when you chose that red dress. Red is his favorite color and well, the dress fits like a glove and shows off every curve you've got. As he stares at you, his eyes wide open, you're pleasantly surprised to see more lust than fear, or worry, or anger in his gaze.

"So, do I look like a girl?" You ask once again, flashing him a cheeky smile while making your way between his thighs. Your hand grazes his crotch, but Ivar doesn't seem to notice, too entranced – mesmerized – by the sight in front of him.

"No," Ivar shakes his head and clears his throat but his voice is still hoarse when he speaks again, "No, you look like a fucking goddess."

"Then, you should help your goddess with the zipper." You pull away just enough to turn around and the next moment Ivar's hands are on you, roaming over your waist and back. He slowly unzips your dress, then slides his hands over your shoulders and down your arms to remove it. "Fuck!" Ivar gasps as your dress falls to the floor, and you can hear him swallowing. "You're… you're naked."

"That I am." You turn your head just in time to see him licking his lips. His nostrils are flaring, his pupils are dilated, and the bulge in his pant is unmistakable. Good.

"Take off your clothes and then scoot over and lie down." You order, stepping out of your dress but keeping your stilettos on. Ivar barely nods, but starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Crossing the room completely naked, you can feel his intense gaze on you and as you bend down to pick up your purse, your butt on display, he makes a sound, a cross between a whimper and a groan. "Gods, woman!" He whines when you slowly come back, swaying your hips, your hand grazing his feet before putting your purse right next to him and dimming the lights.

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441 notes • Posted 2021-04-21 19:37:18 GMT

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The Sound of Your Footsteps (Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @mrsalwayswrite 350 Celebration Challenge. Congrats again, love ♥️🌻♥️

Sense: Hearing - Prompt: Footsteps

The reader is blind. I'm not visually impaired. I did a lot of Google research on living with blindness, but I'm sure I still got things wrong. Sorry about that, and please, just know I tried my best.

@geekandbooknerd, thanks for beta reading this for me 💖 You're fantastic 🤩

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Ivar wonders about the reader's eyesight. When he asks her about it, she has no choice but to answer him.

Warnings: soft, soft Ivar; blindness; possible inaccuracies.

Words: 2430

Crutch – right foot – left foot – crutch – right foot – left foot – crutch – right...

You remember like it was yesterday the first time you heard his footsteps. You've never been so scared. In the great hall of your father, Jarl Henriksson, you were just a frightened bride-to-be – actually you were still a child – promised to a prince you'd never met but whose reputation you knew. So much has changed since then. The thought makes you smile, and as often, gratefulness is flooding your mind as you silently thank the gods. For all Ivar's flaws, you couldn't have asked for a better husband.

You're not surprised when the door cracks open and, sitting upright on the bed, you look up, a beaming smile adorning your face.

"What are you smiling about, Y/N, uh?" His voice is soft, as it always is when it's you he's talking to.

As he crosses the poorly lit room, you struggle to follow him with your gaze, squinting, pressing your lips together, and forgetting to answer him. It doesn't matter, though, since Ivar seemingly stops all of sudden – no more footsteps, no more thud of his crutch.

His question comes out of the blue, your husband catching you off guard. "Can you see me at all?" He asks pointedly, but the concern in his voice is obvious and you can hear him frowning.

Your heart sinks. You know you should have told him, it just never seemed like the right time. Now, there's no way you can dodge the issue.

Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you decide to answer his question with a question. It's pointless, undoubtedly, but it could buy you some time. "Why are you asking, Ivar?"

"Why am I asking? What do you think, my love?" You startle when he stabs the wooden floor with his crutch before taking a step. "Maybe," his voice sounds closer now, "because you haven't said a word even though my face is covered in blood. Shouldn't you be concerned about my well-being?"

Dumbstruck, open-mouthed, you squint once again, harder, desperate, but to no avail, to make out more than the shadow figure of the man – your husband – now standing in front of you.

"Iv..." You stutter, "Iv..." Squeezing your eyes shut, you struggle to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape. "What... What happ... happened?" You finally manage to say.

"Y/N," Ivar utters a long, tired sigh, "there's no blood on my face. You can't tell, can you?"

Realizing that you got played, you furrow your brow. You want to be mad at him, a slight feeling of betrayal making you uncomfortable, but you know you can't. After all, you betrayed him first, by not telling him.

"Ivar..." You just whisper, looking up and giving him a sheepish half-smile.

A hand lightly brushes yours and then the bed sinks as Ivar sits himself to your right. Wrapping his fingers around your hand, his thumb gently strokes your wrist as he sighs once more. "I'm sorry for tricking you, my love..." You’re sure he is - you know he is.

"The truth is, Y/N," another sigh, "I've been wondering for some time now about your sight. It's subtle but, you seem more clumsy than usual, and your movements are slower, more careful. And you don't really make eye contact anymore. So..." You can feel a finger on your chin and then Ivar turns your face. You know without a doubt that he's giving you one of those piercing stares that seem to see directly into your soul. "Tell me, can you see me at all?"

As much as you'd like to, you know there's no turning back now. Your shoulders sag. "Not..." You wince at your shaking voice, and so you clear your throat, gathering your courage. "Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" He repeats your words incredulously. "What does that mean, huh?"

Embarrassed, you just shrug and Ivar insists as he places his other hand on your knee. "What can you see, my love?"

He may be close, his face a few inches from yours, but you can hardly see anything. Sure, you can tell there's someone in front of you; and if you didn't know it was him, you could probably tell it's a man just by their build; but that's it. No details, no features,...

Inhaling deeply, you grab his hand resting on your knee, squeezing it tightly. "Not much." As he keeps quiet, you know Ivar is waiting for more details. So, you give him a sorry smile and eventually take a steady breath before admitting the truth. "Mostly shapes and shadows. And light." As if to make your point, you turn your gaze towards the fireplace, your landmark whenever you are in the room at night, deprived of daylight.

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651 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 17:25:25 GMT

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