#and Kristina’s gestures are so delicate

[wordsmith30]

I also just have to talk about this GIF from the training scene because it gets me every single time. It’s different from the other comfort scenes we’ve seen so far (the hug in 1×03, the “Can you feel my hand?” in Shannon’s room, and the smile in the back of the van) because Ava is just stunned.

She was starting to panic inside the wall, begging for Beatrice to “bring [her] out.” Then, when it seems she’s gotten stuck, Ava hits the ground hard and lies hunkered down on her elbows, eyes closed and just trying to catch her breath. A moment later, Beatrice’s hands are on her shoulders and Ava flinches.

Given the way Frances abused and manhandled her in the orphanage, Ava is likely expecting something similar here – for Beatrice to haul her upright and tell her to try again (or worse, lecture her on her performance). But then Beatrice is cupping her face like a child’s, comforting her, soothing her. “It’s okay,” she says. “You did it.”

And Ava just looks up at her in astonishment, like she doesn’t know what she’s seeing. She blinks, processing, as Beatrice strokes her hair, and it’s like you can see the fear leave her eyes.

Because in those words, in that gesture, is “I’ve got you”, “You’re safe”, and “You can trust me.” It’s an affirmation of faith given and faith proven – of Beatrice’s trust in Ava’s success and Ava’s trust in Bea to see her through.

“Thank you,” Ava breathes.

It’s the only thing she can say because Beatrice has come to her aid again, is taking care of her again, and that feeling is still so new and strange, and overwhelming, but it’s also the tenderest thing in the world.

Ava’s gotten a glimpse of Beatrice’s combat skills – she knows the damage she’s capable of inflicting – but in the cradle of Beatrice’s hands is the safest she’s ever been.

Beatrice will not hurt her.

(GIF credit: @avassharpe)

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[bubsdolan]

major fluff when celebrating graysons birthday🥺

21. undoubtedly the one of the biggest birthday’s a person would get to celebrate in their lifetime. grayson had be waiting his whole life to experience the thrill of finally being considered an legal adult in the eyes of united states of america, and what made it even more thrilling, was having you there to start off this new chapter by his side.

you had the whole day planned out, both you and kristina had everything sechduled to time, wanting to give the twins nothing but the most perfect day they deserve without a hitch. before you could get into the festivities of a huge surprise birthday party, hosted on malibu beach, surrounded by everyone who helped create a positive impact in the twins life, you wanted to start the day off just the two of you. in the loved up, warm embrace of the brithday boy, with no interruptions of others who wanted to get their hands on him.

grayson was still in a deep slumber, his arm drapped lazily over your torso as small, adorable snores left his slightly chapped lips. you had set your alarm extra early this morning in order to meet kristina in the kitchen and pepare the twins a birthday breakfast fit for kings. you had worn grayson out so much last night from birthday eve sex, that he didn't flinch nor move a muscle at the sound of your alarm going off next to you climbing out of bed. 

in the kitchen you and kristina whip up pancakes, french toast, a fruit salad and a little birthday treat of vegan cupcakes with candles placed delicately on top. you both present the feast on a lap tray for your receptive partner. decorated with cute little 21st sequins, confetti and a cute little flower to add to the love and enormity of the special day. breakfast in bed being the first call of the day and by far the most intimate.

you give kristina a quick high five before you both head into wake the boys. you enter the room to find grayson hugging your pillow to his chest, face buried so deep in the cushion that it made you heat swoon, knees buckle under you, as you wanted nothing more than to replace it with your own body. you place the tray gently on his bedside table before crawling up to his bare body, lined with small beads of sweet and start to trail light kisses from his jaw to his pecks. your lips stirring him from his sleep as he automatically wraps his arms around your waist and brings your body in closer, humming in content as he eyes flutter open. waking up the most beautiful sight of you sprawled out above him.

“g-good morning, sweetheart.” his voice groggy, still laced with sleep as his eyes try to adjust to the sudden change of light. you continue your attack on his body, loving the way it reacts to your touch, the way his heart rate increases and the hairs on his arm rise up. you had such an effect on him, it was deadly yet addictive at the same time. he simply couldn’t get enough.

“happy birthday, baby.” you mumble into his skin, reaching up to finally grant him a passionate kiss he’s been longing for and dreaming about from the moment he went to sleep last night with you wrapped up in the sanctity of his arms.

“hmm, you’re the best gift of all.” graysons hands find their place in your hair, scratching his nails agasint your scalp as he feels you relax in his touch, putting you under some sort of spell that only he could withhold. you’re both entangled together, blissful living in the moment and basking in the feeling of being in love with your soulmate. 

an abundance of more kisses and cuddles are suddenly interrupted when graysons spots the breakfast awaiting him. his eyes going soft as his lips curl up into an contagious smile. he had never had someone make small gestures like this with, treat him with so much love and appreciation which have such a huge impact on his life. you lift the cupcake up to his lips, your hand guarding the flame, preventing it from blowing out before he does.

“make a wish, bear.” 

“got everything i could have ever wished for right here.”

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[therealcalicali]

Preview: WHITE LIES VI

"This is exactly your problem! You do not think of anyone except yourself. Its a wonder that neither of my sisters have put an axe to your head." Johan stated as he fixated on your amused husband.

Though the welcoming feast boasted quite the crowd, you could practically hear your own breathing. 

The entire Great Hall had become silent all at once. But despite your brother’s strong condemnation of his behavior, Ivar appeared unaffected. After all, he feared no one. Especially not your family members.

Even if he was forced to choose one of your brothers to be stirred by, it certainly wouldn’t be Johan. In Ivar’s eyes, he was a more irritating version of Ubbe or Sigurd. And if he didn’t care for either of their threats, he wouldn’t be frightened by your brother.

"Say something, Boneless! Or are you only bold when harassing your wives?”

Having heard enough, one rather large man rose to his feet. He then began approaching Johan, likely to make him regret speaking to the King in such a way. 

But Ivar raised a hand.

“Please. There is no need to reprimand my in-law. In case you are all unaware, he works on a farmstead. A noble trade for certain, but a rigorous one. I’m afraid that being in the sun for long periods has destroyed what was left of his mind.”

Ivar then chuckled as his comment sent the attendees into laughter. 

After partaking of some mead, he took your hand in his. Your father’s eyes went to the plate of food before him, his appetite gone. It took no soothsayer to know that he was now fed up with your husband as well.

“Y/N, I fear Johan bares his teeth much too often these days.” Ivar suddenly whispered as he leaned closer to you. “Perhaps it’s high time I treat him like the animal he is.”

"Do not even think about it!" You replied, your expression stern. "I did not return from Wessex to watch you torment my family! Do you understand me?”

Ivar studied you a moment without saying anything - his eyes wild and full of mischief. 

Alfred overheard the conversation since he was sat at your side. Straightening in his seat, he glanced around the Great Hall, his face expressionless.However, deep down, the young King feared for your safety. 

Not that he thought Ivar would be stupid enough to do anything to you physically. However, you were in a very delicate condition. And with all Alfred had watched you endure over the past few months, stress was the last thing you needed.

“If you have anything to say, Boneless, say it to me. Do not whisper things to my sister. The Gods know Y/N has taken enough of your nonsense to last two lifetimes.” Johan seethed as Henrik did his best to force him to sit down. “I know everyone else will tip-toe around you, but I will not. Let this be the last time you mistreat either of my sisters! Because next time, it will not end well for you!”

"Johan, please do not fret yourself. Everything is fine." Eiriana insisted as she got to her feet. She then left Ivar’s side as he had commanded. Walking to where your parents were, she gave a faint smile. “See? I have no issue with sitting next to mother.”

Though she appeared fine, even your younger sister felt the dread in the air. Like everyone else in the Hall, she knew very well that your brother was playing with fire.

"Be silent, Eiriana! Do not make excuses for this boorish man.” Johan replied before looking at Ivar again. “This is between me and your so-called husband. As I said, Boneless. Let this be your last warning!”

This time, Ivar had heard enough.

Before you could blink, he grabbed his crutch from where it rested and was on his feet. Waiving off his men, your husband made his down the four small steps that led to the head table. 

Sigurd rolled his eyes, knowing what was to come next would be unnecessary. He had experienced Ivar’s pettiness many times himself. And personally, he sided with Johan.

As for Alfred, he looked at you, noting your hands were now balled into fists. Something you only did when nervous or worried. Without saying a word, the young King placed an arm around you, hoping the gesture would be of comfort.

“Johan, I have let you speak freely tonight because I found it somewhat amusing. But now, you vex me.” Ivar seethed as he stood face to face with your brother. “So know this before you push your luck any further. The only person things will not end well for, is you!”

“Brother, just let it go.” Bjorn suggested as he relaxed in his seat. “He is obviously spirited and of sharp tongue.”

“Agreed.” Ubbe interjected a chuckle. “To be fair, he has proved that he is worthy of being our relation. Only a Ragnarsson could run his mouth more than that.”

The Hall erupted with laughter at the quip, making the tension decrease instantly. But Ivar was never one for letting go of anger. At least, not until he was good and ready.

“Now that I see how much you hate me......” Ivar whispered in Johan’s ear. “perhaps, I shall take Kristina as well.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, your brother reared back and headbutted him. He did it so hard in fact, Ivar staggered backward, his hand pressed to his forehead. 

Naturally, it didn’t take long for Johan to be surrounded by guards and seized.

Your mother could only hold on to your father’s arm, knowing punishment would be swift. Thinking she could be of help, Kristina tried to get to her feet. But Hvitserk grabbed a hold of her, shaking his head. 

Even from where you sat, you had winced upon hearing the impact. The unmistakable clash of bone and flesh was loud and you knew that your husband had to be wounded badly.

“Take the dog to the kennels! I will deal with him later.” Ivar commanded, blood splatter very evident on his face. But in spite of this, he seemed oddly calm. Turning to look at the attendees while Johan was dragged away, he raised a hand. “Please, let us continue the revelry. I want you all to eat and have your fill of drink. Archibald, have the musicians play something nice.”

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