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serasvictoria · 2 years
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Vikings Masterlist
(on hiatus)
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Writing
Aquarius - Viking Hvitserk/Reader (NSFW)
Burnt Toast - Hvitserk/OFC
Cheated Hearts - Ivar/OFC for the Blind Dates Event
Chef Hvitserk (links to the back and forth that started the ficlet to begin with)
I've Got Dreams To Remember - Incubus Hvitserk/Reader (NSFW)
Gimme Candy I've Never Had - Halloween Party at the Lothbroks (NSFW)
Lose My Breath - Ubbe/Reader (NSFW)
Movie Night - Ubbe/Reader/Hvitserk (NSFW)
My Queen - Ubbe/OFC (NSFW)
Nail In My Coffin - Supernatural Creature AU with Vampire Ivar, Vampire Hvitserk and Werewolf Ubbe
The Present - Hvitserk/Reader on Christmas Eve (NSFW)
Stars - Ubbe & Hvitserk
Sugar (sparked from a small discussion about Ivar and Hvitserk being upstairs neighbours)
Under the moon, the wolves gather - Werewolf Ubbe/Reader
ONGOING
Stupid Games (featuring Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar) (NSFW) - Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (Part 1) Chapter Three (Part 2)
Moodboards
The Mythology AU
Assorted Moodboards Part One
Assorted Moodboards Part Two
Incubus Hvitserk
The Greek Mythology AU
Find them here!
Other Moodboards
Biker AU Assorted Moodboards
Rock Band AU with Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar
Spoil Her Rotten - with a quote from the great story by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie
Breakfast in bed with Hvitserk
Date night and day with Ubbe for @adrille88
Beach holiday with Ingrid
Hvitserk and Ubbe moodboards for @adrille88
Florist Hvitserk for @adrille88
Painter Ivar for @istorkyou
Incubus Hvitserk for @adrille88
Steampunk Hvitserk for @adrille88
Professor Ubbe for @mrsalwayswrite
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Requests
Rapunzel (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)
Chef Hvitserk (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)
Hvitserk as a drag queen (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)
Hvitserk as a soldier (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)
Hvitserk as Ken doll (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)
The Ragnarssons as strip club owners
Ivar with horses (for @punkrocknpearls just because I wanted to make something for her)
Delinquents Series Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie
Requests for my 400 Followers Celebration
Hvitserk as a food truck owner and bartender for @quantumlocked310
Ubbe and Torvi
NSFW Ubbe
NSFW Ubbe and Hvitserk
Punk Hvitserk for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie
Hvitserk as a tattoo artist for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie
Ivar as a photographer for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie
Ivar as a carpenter for @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom
Fairy AU
Challenges
Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s 500 Follower Challenge
Goldilocks and the Three Bears with Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar
Jack and the Beanstalk with Hvitserk
Rumpelstiltskin with Lagertha
Bambi with Bjorn Ironside
The Frog Prince with Hvitserk
Sinbad the Sailor with Bjorn and Sihtric
The Pied Piper of Hamelin with Ivar
Snow White with Ivar
Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s Hot Summer Challenge
Mediterranean Sea with Ivar
Music festival with Hvitserk, Ubbe and Ivar
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lordoftermites · 1 year
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𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.
ironside ch. 3 — holly black
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epacer · 1 year
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Classmates
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Kat Humphus, Class of 2006
San Diego's Consortium Holdings Loses Its Director Of Kitchen Development
Chef Kat Humphus is the latest big-name chef to leave the employ of San Diego's Consortium Holdings hospitality company (The Lafayette Hotel, Ironside Fish & Oyster).
After more than three years with the company, Chef Katherine Humphus is departing Consortium Holdings, where she most recently served as the Director of Kitchen Development. Consortium hosted a going away party at the company's recently closed The Lafayette Hotel, which is in the beginning stages of a $26 million, complete renovation that will add eight new bars & restaurants to the historic property. Earlier this year, CH lost its corporate executive chef Jason McLeod, who was with the company for over a decade.
Chef Kat Humphus became a San Diego culinary star when she was appointed the Executive Chef at the Cohn Restaurant Group's Ocean Beach BO-beau at age 22. Those famous BO-beau Brussel sprouts - yea that's Chef Kat's recipe. On the last day of 2014, then 26-year-old Kat left her position as pretty-much the corporate chef of the Cohn Group to become her own boss. She launched her own cooking website, Kat's Kitchen Collective, the very next day, which she later evolved into a meal kit delivery company named Savory Made Simple. After over a year of operation and more than 10,000 meals donated to Feeding America San Diego, Chef Kat closed Savory Made Simple in 2017 and joined the team at North Park's Tribute Pizza. In May 2019, Chef Kat joined Consortium Holdings and quickly worked her way up the ranks to become a culinary director of the company's many area restaurants.
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In addition to being a graduate of the prestigious Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and the valedictorian of her high school class, Kat is a longtime drummer, a passionate traveler, a licensed skydiver, a former-vegan, and a native San Diegan. During her early culinary career, Chef Kat worked in the kitchens of some of the most critically acclaimed restaurants in the country, including Wylie Dufresne's now-defunct WD~50 in Manhattan and Thomas Keller's The French Laundry in Napa Valley. She has been a finalist on Food Network's Beat Bobby Flay and won an episode of Guy Fieri's Guy's Grocery Games.
Chef Kat is taking a hiatus from the San Diego restaurant industry and will be moving to Northern California's Bay area to work for a company called Brigaid, which provides "practical solutions & hands-on training to institutional food service programs." With Kat's departure, Consortium Holdings has plans to appoint certain chefs that have helped with R&D and training to bigger roles within the company. CH eventually intends to hire a "Heart-of-House Operations manager."
For more information about Consortium Holdings and its concepts, visit consortiumholdings.com, and follow Chef Kat Humphus on Instagram to stay apprised of her journey. *Reposted edited article from the online blog SANDIEGOVILLE of October 5, 2022. No story author listed.
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wannabeauthorclive · 3 years
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The Survivor character intros and moodboards!!
(I would have made a image banner but tumblr has a 10 image max)
First up, Silver Sterling and Captain Black moodboards cause I want them with the rest of the moodboards!
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Everyone else is under the cut cause there’s a lot.
Ironside
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Real Name: Salia Crotchet 
Crew position: First Mate and Quatermaster
Role in story: important side character
Sexuality and gender identity: lesbian and ace (she/her)
Likes and personality: loves music, plays violin, kind but not weak, will not resort to violence until it’s the last option, loves to travel and see the world, has a huge sweet tooth, 22 years old
Short backstory: her father was a lord and was super strict and wanted her to marry a man and have a heir so his blood line would keep going. She was completely opposed to that and ran away at 14 (she was gonna be married by 15)
Braveheart
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Real Name: Anita Nyzio
Crew position: sailing master
Role in Story: important side character
Sexuality and gender identity: bisexual, genderfluid (he/him, she/her and they/them), and asexual
Likes and personality: mapping out journeys, planning, black belt in karate, will always get back up after falling, supportive, looks mean but is a softy, compassionate, 21 years old
Short backstory: Their father was a mapper and was working on mapping out the world, and brought them along to learn. Before Black was Captain, they were captured to help the previous crew sail at night and find the quickest routes,  but after Black became Captain, they became apart of her family. 
Soberski
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Real Name: Sam Soberski
Crew position: gunner
Role in Story: important side character
Sexuality and gender identity: straight cis guy (he/him)
Likes and personality: he hides everything behind a smile and laugh, loves to swim, super sharp aim, knows how to use almost every weapon, funny, tries to cheer everyone up, hardly ever knows what he’s doing, 21 years old
Short Backstory: He was a weapon maker and hated it, and when Black and her crew came to port, they bought swords from him and he bargained and asked if he join their crew. He had to fight Braveheart and Ironside, and if got back up again and fought well, he could join. She also put him at gun point and he put her at gun point in return and that was that. If he had the guts to put her at gun point, he could join. And so he did. 
Lakoma
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Real Name: Milja Lakoma
Crew Position: Cook
Role in Story: Important side character
Sexuality and gender identity: pansexual and non-binary (they/them)
Likes and personality: bubbly, super nice and welcoming, big ball of joy, dessert is their favorite thing to cook, they love the colors of the sky and the sunset, realistically optimistic, friendly, loves and is amazing at throwing knifes, super smart, 20 years old
Short Backstory: They tried to be a baker, but when nobody bought anything, they had to close down shop. But when their last bake sale happened (to get ride of all the desserts), Ironside bought everything and offered her to be their cook on the ship, with a decent kitchen and food options, Lakoma said yes. 
Tonya 
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Real Name: Tonya Gilliespie
Crew Position: Boatswain
Role in Story: important side character
Sexuality and gender identity: pansexual, aromantic, and trans women (she/her)
Likes and personality: always focusing on the then and now, loves jewelry, especially necklaces and anklets, does gymnastics and she jumps on ship masts a lot, RBF, gives super good advice, doesn’t care what others think of her, makes a lot of her own jewelry, 21 years old
Short Backstory: Her parents kicked her out of the house when she told them that she wasn’t a guy. She had to go live at a friends house, but then her friend couldn’t live the pressure that her parents put on her. Her friend ran away and was found dead. Having no where else to go, she sneaks onto a ship parked in port. Lakoma found her hiding in the pantry and told Black. Black was gonna make her walk the plank, but decided against it when she saw the marks on her wrist. Tonya quickly became family. 
Canta
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Real Name: Camilla More
Crew Position: Surgeon
Role in Story: Important side character
Sexuality and gender identity: pansexual and polyamorous (she/her)
Likes and personality: loves reading, healing herb potions and medicine, very laid back, loves fall colors, has an autumn personality, will do anything to save someone else, loves her twin brother even thought they fight and bicker, 22 years old
Short Backstory: Her and her brother, Forester, grew up with their parents. Their mother was a surgeon and their father was a carpenter. But they died in a fire and they became orphans. They weren’t able to find work despite their skillset. Walking down the docks, they find Soberski bleeding out. Canta goes into panic mode and starts to stitch him up and heal him. After that, the obvious choice was to let her join the crew. 
Forester
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Real Name: Jasper More
Crew position: Carpenter
Role in Story: important side character
Sexuality and gender identity: aroace (he/him)
Likes and personality: He loves adding intricate designs into his carvings, he puts lots of work into everything, he loves the smell of wood, believes that you can fix almost anything with a little bit of time, building and sculpting are his passion, he loves Canta and the rest of the crew as his family, trustworthy, levelheaded, 22 years old
Short backstory: He grew up with his parents and twin sister, Canta, until their parents died in a fire. They would have lived on the streets if they didn’t find Soberski bleeding and if Canta didn’t help him. He only joined the crew cause his sister did and they needed someone to patch up their boat after a big fight. 
Ira
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Real Name: Ira Flexor
Role in Story: Important side character, Silver’s love interest
Sexuality and gender identity: lesbian (she/her)
Likes and personality: loves hiking and nature, believes in true love and soulmates, gives off a childish personality but is super mature, enjoys manipulating people, she dreams big, loyal, formal, and encouraging
Short backstory: She grew up with rich parents and met Silver when they were both around 10. Silver stole from her parents and Ira saw but didn’t do anything. They met again and again until they actually talked to each other when they were around 14. As soon as she could, Ira left home and joined Silver on her adventures. 
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After I wrote this, i realized how many people were ace and aro. Look who’s imposing their sexuality onto their characters and is going to have them be a found family -- not me. I would never. Never. That’s exactly what I’m doing. 
I absolutely LOVE how the moodboards came out!! And I have an overall theme for all of them and I’m all for it! The quote that is by itself or whatever, is their motto/quote thing that I wrote and is going to be referenced all through Over Land and Sea!
WIP Taglist: @baguettethebooklover @a-completely-normal-girl @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @hysteriwah @tiredlittleoldme @the-writing-avocado @vellichor-virgo @radiomacbeth @wildwrites @crowewritesstuff @crystallized-ink​@strangerays​ @authortango (please send an ask if you want to be added or taken off, it’s really hard for me to look through everyone’s tags to see if they asked or not. Thanks!)
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@xqueenofscots    |      POST-SACKING OF PARIS
      The war party of King Bjorn Ironside had succeeded in breaching the walls of Paris and committed a great sacking. Violence and horror were left behind in their wake, but also riches were stripped. Riches meant more than just inanimate objects though. Bjorn had taken the heir of Scotland with him and now on his boat, the man was staring at her ever coyly, ‘ My men secured this from the king's personal stores.’ He said, pulling a bottle of wine out, ‘ A toast to our new alliance.’ 
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“ Small town, everyone knows where everyone lives.” Yes, a small town. an absurdly small town. not that he minded it, maybe being on his feet for too long. Perhaps he’d grown a bit attached to the rock of a boat in the water.
He had to give her some credit and nod his head in respect, “ Well that’s a pretty good place to start. Do you have any tape? Ya know take the switches, down the floorboards, leave a tapeline and tarp out so you don’t paint over where your suppose to. 
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lisinfleur · 3 years
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Misunderstood
The request:
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Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW Ivar II, posted for HTGI Event Words | 1415 ⁑ Warnings: Ivar’s self ableism again.
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When you were dragged back to that hall, you were sure that, more than your father's image, you destroyed your husband's pride.
Putting a maid in his bed on his bridal night and running away the way you did was definitely not the smartest of your plans. But what could you do?
Entering that corridor like a dog brought back to its owner seemed better than ending up like a tattered doll, shared by her husband with all his brothers and the gods know who else.
So, although escorted by the men of Kattegat, you entered that room with your head held high, ready to face the consequences of your attempt to get rid of that cruel destiny.
"So, this is the woman who was supposed to be behind the veil of that over-covering dress in my marriage ceremony..."
That wasn't the voice you were expecting to hear.
Your husband would surely be the elder one! Your father said you would sit beside a king!
Who would be the king among the sons of Ragnar if not the elder one alive, Ubbe Ragnarsson, the sharer?
"I would have been pleased. Perhaps, if you'd chosen to be gentler, I would have spared you from the night by my side once it seems to be a nightmare in your eyes."
No!
The younger one walked forward, speaking imposingly. His sharp blue eyes freezing yours as he approached.
"But you chose to flee..." he said, standing in front of you.
Making regret fill your veins instead of blood, spreading like a cold sensation when you were able to read the deception inside his blues.
"I thought..." You gasped with the words.
Your eyes oscillated from him to Ubbe's figure, resting bothered beside the throne, leaned against a pillar as if the whole scene wasn't his business.
Ivar has not lost that detail. His eyes followed her gaze, trying to understand why, suddenly, the determined woman who entered her salon was shaking on her legs, exuding nervousness through her pores.
You watched as he followed your eyes towards Ubbe, curiously looking at you before he frowned, surprised.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
His voice sounded a little shrill, making you lose your composure even more than the discovery of your big mistake had done a few seconds earlier.
"I didn't know! I ... My dad told me ... I ..." You gasped again.
And this time, even Ubbe moved away from the pillar. Thoughts of him doing the obvious math of how absurd and surprising that moment was.
He'd calmed his younger brother when the discovery of your plan, but part of him had been hurt by Ivar's acid words about your decision.
What woman would do it differently under the obligation to marry a cripple like him?
However, it seemed that his younger brother was wrong for what could be the first time since he could remember.
"Did you think you would marry me?" he said.
Making it even more outrageous for you with that sarcastic smile on his lips.
Once again, you straightened your posture, looking at him on top of your arrogance as a woman proud enough to face her actions.
"I would rather die dry and shame my family than put myself under a womanizer like you, Prince Ubbe!" you answered.
Making his lips curve a little more, opening his smile when Ivar took a step back, and your father squeaked like a dying squirrel struck by your words.
"Mighty Odin! What did I do to deserve this curse?" he cried. "Forgive my daughter, Prince Ubbe, she ..." he began with his usual conversation about how you were as crazy as your mother was.
Of course... Because facing men or spitting out the truth, however crude, was crazy! It had to be!
You rolled your eyes.
"I am not a sharer, nor a doll to be shared!" you cut your father, maintaining your position concerning Ubbe, irritated his smile was bigger and bigger as you spoke. "I'm not going to submit to stupid games to your satisfaction, and I don't see what's so funny about what I'm saying, Prince!" you raised your tone when Ubbe couldn't help giggling.
"Well, brother," he said, not looking at you but at Ivar, whose eyes were fixated on you, surprised by your statements. "It looks like she didn't leave because of you, after all," the elder one giggled again.
And there it was again: your posture was completely destabilized by the realization of your grotesque error.
Your fiancé was neither Ubbe nor Hvitserk - another one you knew: he would follow his brother wherever the eldest went!
But you had tried to deceive Ivar, The Boneless. Just the most brilliant mind of its time! Just the only one among the children of Ragnar that you had sworn to accept without reservation.
"That's it?" Ivar asked, still shocked by the realization of what was really going on before his naked eyes. "Did you think your fiancé was Ubbe and were you trying to refuse my brother?"
You bowed your head, defeated.
"Gods!" your father exclaimed again. "What a shame!"
"If you only knew ..." Ivar started.
His eyes on yours like sharp blades, certainly ready to see clearly any lie in your next words.
"If you had known that I was the man you were going to marry, what would you have done?"
You lifted your head, looking him straight in the eye.
Your answer came so direct and clear that it was impossible to doubt your conviction.
"I would have been late for our ceremony, as I certainly wouldn't have been able to finish in time all the sacrifices I believe the gods would deserve for their benevolence regarding my destiny, my lord."
It was easy to see that your answer shocked him.
"Did you... Want to marry me? Were you refusing Ubbe on my behalf?"
"What's so surprising about that?" you asked, confused by his reaction. "Forgive me, my lord, but what has Prince Ubbe done with his life besides becoming famous for sharing his wives like toys? There is nothing about him to do in the halls of history, except the things he did under your brilliancy, my lord. You, on the other hand..." you said.
Feeling your cheeks slightly warm as you spoke.
"Your achievements are counted as legends wherever our steps can reach. How you've won York not once, but twice from the hands of the same Christian king that your plans bent to his knees. How could I not be flattered to be the chosen one of the man who defeated the untouchable Björn Ironside?"
"With my indispensable help," Ubbe finally spoke, feeling slightly diminished in his ego by your words.
A manifestation that you almost completely ignored.
As if Ivar the Boneless was not going to find a way to win that war whether Ubbe had turned against his older brother to help him or not! The news said that he was already winning even when all the brothers were against him!
You could bet that Aslaug's two eldest sons had only changed sides in the face of the obvious defeat!
"I think the first ceremony was worthless, and I believe that we can ignore this shameful moment in the history of our alliance if my father-in-law agrees to fund a new ceremony, so my fianceé and I can celebrate our wedding with real vows and in the right way this time. No more mistakes," Ivar said.
Almost blaming your father for the mistake you made.
On second thought... If he hadn't kept that secret about who he was engaged to...
"Oh, without a doubt!" said your father. "But allow me to introduce you to my second daughter. She is more like me than Y/N, who took after her mother."
You crossed your arms, ready to defend yourself against that absurdity.
But it was your future husband who touched your chin, smiling with satisfaction.
"I like this one. And I don't accept alliances if I'm not sure that my wedding will be with Y/N. By the way, no more veils." he completed, stroking your chin. "I want to be sure that I am marrying the woman I want this time."
You smiled. His eyes were full of satisfaction this time.
Your manner had somehow captivated him, and your smile followed the increase of his on his lips.
What was a terrible marriage had just become a dream for you.
And you definitely wouldn't miss your wedding a second time.
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quantumlocked310 · 3 years
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Bjørnekram
I’m a super newbie to the Vikings fandom (better late than never?), but I saw @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ post about writing fluffy Bjorn. And, like my Hvitserk fic, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain. This is my second published fic ever, so I hope it is enjoyable.
Warnings: Heavy petting, bear hugs, fluff, ignoring the entire Vikings plot
Crossposted on AO3
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When the envoy came, you didn’t think it would change your life. Your father and Ragnar had been close friends when you were young. At that time your family had lived in Kettegat, but when your grandfather died your father was called to return to the village so he could be Jarl. Now, Ragnar requests your father’s presence at the Solstice feast to talk about raiding together in the spring.
It has been a few years since you’d played with Ragnar’s sons, but hearing the envoy talk about Kattegat thrusts you back to your memories of running around the town square, playing hide and seek between buildings. Always trying to hide Ivar with you, or getting Ubbe to carry you on his back.
Of course your father accepts the summons of his oldest friend, and decides to bring you and your mother along, leaving your elder brother in charge of the village.
During the journey to Kattegat you thought about how you’d changed. You’re no longer a tiny child to be carried around. You’re a woman with wide hips, large breasts, and the larger squishy middle of a person who is well cared for, and has the luxury of being a Jarl’s daughter. Your mother always says your body is made for children, but you’re not so sure about that just yet. “I need a man for that first, Mother” you usually respond, but no one in your village has caught your eye or even tried to pursue you.
Your family’s arrival is a celebration. After the long journey all you wish to do is lay down on a bed of furs and sleep until the next full moon, but your mother’s look says your presence is necessary. There is food and mead, and you fill your belly sitting with the sons of Ragnar and hearing of their raiding adventures.
The boys have all changed too. Now they are handsome young men, with beards and longer hair than you remember. You’re next to Ubbe, and tug on his impressive beard saying “When did this come about, hmm?”
“Probably around when those did for you, love.” He cranes his head as if to look down your dress. Then winks and laughs nudging you with his shoulder.
You turn bright red and cross your arms, returning his nudge with a hearty shoulder shove of your own.
“We have all grown up in the years we’ve been gone, no?” A voice rumbles from your left.
You look over to see Bjorn has sat next to you. And he seems to have changed the most of them all. Even sitting he seems to tower over you, and his shoulders take up almost two spaces themselves. You nod over your cup of ale and giggle saying “Hello, Bjorn.”
His returning grin is playful as he responds “Hello, Y/N.” Your early time in Kattegat was spent while Bjorn was with his mother, but clearly he knows who you are. If you’d heard tales of Bjorn Ironside from his brothers, perhaps they were telling tales of you too.
Another guest captures his attention from across the table, and you’re all swept up in the feasting and conversation. Over the course of the night you get closer and closer to Bjorn and he takes the chance to wrap an arm around you, resting his hand on the bench. You’re wrapped in warmth and all you can smell is him. He smells soothing, like home fires, cooked meat and the mead you’ve been consuming. Soon your head is resting on his shoulder and you’re nearly falling asleep at the table. After a massive yawn you feel his chest shake with laughter as he says “Maybe I should take you to sleep, Y/N.”
You hum and close your eyes, burrowing further into his soft tunic. He laughs again and starts to move. Dislodging you a bit he climbs off the bench, but starts to anchor a hand around your hip. You realise he is meaning to carry you to bed. Your eyes shoot open and you start to protest.
“Bjorn, no. I am too heavy.” You say though he continues to scoop his other hand under your knees. “Nonsense.” Is all he says as he lifts and suddenly you are in the air. He stays still for a moment, and you wriggle a little then nestle your head under his chin and close your eyes again. No one has attempted to carry you for many years, and you don’t want to stare at him in awe the entire time he is holding you.
The walk to your room feels like seconds as you start to drift back to sleep feeling supported, wrapped in his scent and his arms. Between the long journey, delicious food, and copious amounts of mead and ale there was no way you could stay awake for any longer.
Bjorn sets you gently on your bed, but you whine as he pulls away. He huffs touching his forehead to yours, and covering you in furs. Before he leaves, you feel him press a gentle kiss to your head and his massive hand pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Sleep well, Y/N,” he whispers, and it is the last thing you hear before a deep sleep takes you.
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In the morning you are embarrassed at your behavior. Falling asleep at the table, and on Bjorn no less. You thought that would receive endless amounts of teasing from the brothers. At least he was sweet about it, and as you get ready for your day you touch your forehead remembering his gentle goodnight kiss.
When you arrive in the great hall there is only your mother and Aslaug who tells you, “The men have gone hunting.” You nod and sit at the table to eat your morning meal. The rest of your day is spent with your sewing tasks and learning about the village from Aslaug.
Close to dinner the great hall doors thrust open and your father and Ragnar burst in with their arms around each other laughing uproariously. Those who are in the Great Hall stand to greet them.
“We will have to hold another feast to eat the meat we’ve caught this day!” Ragnar shouts. “No, Brother! Food enough to salt and keep for raiding England!” Your father returns, rejoicing. They continue to the head of the table where your father presses a kiss to your mother’s brow. You smile gently at their affection, before letting out a horrific squeal!
“Y/N!” Bjorn bellows as he lifts you up and spins you around. “Come see what we have caught!” You can smell the ale on his breath. They must have been drinking while hunting.
He places you next to their palette of slaughtered animals. They’ve got rabbits and fish, but the most impressive is the large buck whose antlers reach out from under the smaller prey. You try to step closer, but don’t move an inch. Bjorn holds his hands fast around your middle and pulls you back just a little so your bodies are aligned. You stiffen slightly before turning to look up at the big man and see his incredible blue eyes inches from yours. Blushing, you nod just a little and turn to look back at their haul.
“A magnificent array indeed! We will have to celebrate.” You turn your head to look around the room and loudly suggest “Some mead for everyone, perhaps?”
“Mead!” All the men shout and the thralls pour in with jugs and cups, and soon another feast has begun.
You smile widely and tip your head up to look at Bjorn, your hands coming to rest over his and you squeeze just a little. “Mead?” you ask him, and he starts to lower his head. Your heart starts pounding, thinking perhaps we will kiss you in the middle of the newly crowded great hall.
But alas he only rests his forehead on yours, inhales,  and says “You smell like home,” so quietly you almost think he didn’t say it. He presses a quick kiss to your brow before tightening his arms and lifting you gently to the table where he sits and places you on his lap. Your heart is in your throat and you know your eyes are wide as saucers as you realise Bjorn has no intentions of letting you off him as you feast.
Hvitserk pushes a mug of mead toward you, and you’re grateful to try and hide your blushing cheeks behind it. You grab the nearest plate of meat and begin to eat. Meanwhile, oblivious to your pounding heart and warm core, the tale of the great hunt begins.
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As the evening winds down you start to move off of Bjorn, getting as far as moving your butt to the bench before he catches your knees and holds you to him. “And where are you going?” he asks.
“I wish to sleep, Bjorn” you sigh.
“Then I will take you.”
“May I walk on my own this time?”
He seems to think over your question, before staring you straight in the eye saying “No.”
You furrow your brow and stick out your lower lip, pouting.
“That trick won’t work on me, maiden.” He releases your knees to tap you on the nose, and you cross your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. His laugh is deep and hearty, and your heart soars to hear it.
You can’t help but smile back, and he pulls you with him to stand from the bench. The table whoops and hollers at the two of you, his brothers the loudest of all. You wrap your arms around Bjorn’s significant shoulders as he adjusts his hold on you, fingers brushing your thighs and sides causing heat to rush through your body.
You’re both quiet on the way to your rooms, and his hands are so warm where they press as if branding your skin through your dress. It is hard to think of anything but how his body feels against yours and how you wish he had kissed you in the great hall.
When you get to your room, he doesn’t lay you on the bed as you expect. Instead, Bjorn wraps both arms around you and holds you so you are eye level. Both his hands are pressed tightly against your hips and butt, and he is just holding all of you. It feels special, like nothing you’d ever experienced before.
Slowly he lets you slide down his body, your eyes never breaking contact. As your toes touch the floor he leans down and presses his lips to yours. His lips are softer than you imagined and they feel so gentle. Slowly you press back against him, keeping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.
His mouth opens against yours, and you nip at his bottom lip. He groans into your mouth and those massive hands travel across your body, one hand grabbing at your full bottom and the other taking a handful of your breast. Your fingers scratch against the soft shaven parts of his hair, and you moan into the kiss.
He bends his knees and lifts you up again. “Bjorn!” You exclaim as the kiss is broken. “Why in Odin’s name do you lift me so much?” He stares at you, eyebrows raised, while he just keeps you in the air, your legs wrapped around his hips. “Not... not that I am complaining. You’re so strong, but no one has lifted me since I was a child. And I didn’t think... well I didn’t think anyone could.”
He lays you gently on the bed and climbs in after you, all the while keeping you in his embrace. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want you in my arms. Is that reason enough?”
You stare at him for some minutes, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the strong arch of his brow, his patrician nose, the stubble forming on his cheeks. He lets you look your fill, as you feel his hands travel up your back and around your stomach, skimming your mound over your dress. You’re exploring him with your eyes, but he is worshiping you with his touch. You nod and kiss him again, taking the opportunity to press your body to his. He is scorching, pressed against every inch of you as the kissing continues.
His hands travel further across your body, lifting your dress and squeezing your bare ass. In return you reach to shove his tunic off. The next thing you know all your clothes are on the floor. His naked body feels soft against your chilled skin and the hair on his chest is pressed tight to your bare breasts. Your kisses are lazy, tongues dancing as you explore each other’s newly exposed skin.
After what feels like hours with his hands cradling your thighs and playing with your breasts you interrupt the kissing with a large yawn. Bjorn chuckles as he rubs his nose against yours.
“Sleep, maiden. I will make you scream my name tomorrow” he says quietly.
“I suppose that will have to do,” you reply, and push yourself up to blow out the candles next to the bed. He takes the opportunity to fondle your exposed breast, and you giggle dropping your body down to squash his hand between you. He hums, pressing a kiss to your temple and you kiss his chest, moving to tuck your head under his chin. You both settle together as he pulls out his trapped hand to pull you ever closer.
And that is how you fall asleep. With Bjorn’s heartbeat in your ear, wrapped in the warmth of this unexpected gift from the gods.
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naaladareia · 2 years
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Vikings Fairy Tale Moodboard: Bjorn Ironside/ Aladdin
This is part two of my moodboard contribution for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 's 500 followers challenge. I chose "Aladdin" from the fairy tale promptlist for Bjorn Ironside, because this scenery remembered me of his travels...
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serasvictoria · 3 years
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Eleventh entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s 500 Followers Challenge.
The prompt is Sinbad the Sailor and the character is Bjorn Ironside. I really like how these turned out.
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This one might genuinely be my favourite one by far.
And because @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie asked for a Sihtric one too, I made one for him as well.
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issamhysa · 3 years
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Love’s Death
Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x Reader (mentioned Hvitserk x Reader)
Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS, mentions of blood and injuries, angst (?)
Summary: After years of dealing with unrequited feelings, Bjorn comes to a realization.
A/N: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ para tí, bebecita <3
"You shouldn't be here."
Gunnhild's words cut through the thick tension in the grand hall, sharper than the blade of the axe you wielded against them during the battle against the Rus. Though her voice carried a tinge of sorrow, the sheer exhaustion, physical and mental, hid any other emotion the warrior felt.
Deep blue eyes met yours when you looked up from your blood-stained hands. You swore Gunnhild could see right through you, that she could pick apart the indifference you feigned.
Gunnhild was right. You shouldn't be here. You were a traitor. You alongside the Rus against your own. 
"And yet, despite everything… Bjorn still wants to see you."
Of course, you knew. You had always known how Bjorn felt about you, and, for some time, you felt the same.
You two met when you came to his aid with Harald and Halfdan, your battle axe strapped to your back. Between constant teasing, shared tankards of ale and hidden compliments, you and Bjorn grew close.
But Bjorn was too much like his father for his own good.
Where he had the shieldmaiden Lagertha's kindness, Ragnar's brashness overpowered it. Where he had her intelligence, his thoughtless curiosity got the best of him. He was impulsive, reckless, and shared his father's lust for fame and glory. 
And that made him dangerous.
Yet, despite every inch of your brain screaming at you, telling you not to go, your legs had a mind of their own. You brushed past Gunnhild and Ingrid, slipping into the bedroom and sighing when your eyes met Bjorn's.
"You're awake," you said, your fingers curled around the wood of the doorframe. Your fingernails dug into the wood, refusing to let go, no matter how badly your legs wanted to move forward.
Bjorn opened his mouth to speak, but as he took a breath, he burst into a coughing fit. You were on him in an instant, turning his head to the side so he could spit out the blood that had pooled in his mouth. 
It was through shallow breaths and trembling lips that Bjorn finally spoke. "Why did... you…" he paused to take a shaky breath before he was interrupted by the harsh coughs grating at his throat.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling through your mouth. You knew what he was trying to ask.
Why did you side with the Rus?
You couldn't bring yourself to answer, even though his eyes, disappearing under his fluttering eyelids every few moments, begged for some semblance of an answer; begged for you to enlighten him as to why the hell you had sided with the enemy, why you had so openly betrayed the Vikings.
"Bjorn…" 
"And… even though you…" he cut himself off to take a breath, chest heaving in pain. "I l…love you…"
Love?
After years of chasing other girls and ignoring the feelings you so openly displayed for him, ignoring your pleas to be rational and think things through, he comes out with this. After watching him disappear into the tent with the Sami girl, marrying Gunnhild, and later, Ingrid, he tells you he loves you.
Bjorn Ironside was never satisfied, was he? He took and he took and he took without a moment's hesitation until there was nothing left to take, like a child petulantly cradling his treasure to his chest, refusing to leave anything for the other children.
It was infuriating.
"You don't get to do this to me now, Bjorn Ironside," you said, stepping away from him with your fists slowly clenching at your sides. "You don't get to play this game with me, not when you ignored how I felt about you."
Felt?
You had always loved Bjorn; of that, he was certain. You had been by his side, always, even when you clashed over a decision he had impulsively made; even when he disregarded your feelings for him and continued to sleep around with any willing woman he pleased.
And now, on his deathbed, you tell him you used to love him.
What made you stop?
"Y/N…"
"No, Bjorn," you shook your head firmly, blinking back the tears that threatened to slip from the corner of your glassy eyes. "If you have any… any semblance of love for your brother, you'll let this go. I came here because I wanted to make sure you were still alive, not because I wanted to have this conversation with you.”
Bjorn's paint-covered brows furrowed in confusion, and he pushed through the pain in his abdomen to sit up on trembling arms, gasping and clutching the bandaged wound on his side. 
"B… brother?"
A memory flashed in his eyes, and though it seemed distant, he was able to picture it completely; as clear and vivid as if it were happening right before his eyes, though, this time, he acknowledged it.
A memory of the battlefield on that afternoon, blood-stained axes and heavy swords meeting metal armor and reinforced shields. The light drizzle of rain coming down on you, diluting the dried blood on your face as you ran to Hvitserk's aid, slaying any enemy that dared to stand between you and him.
He realized Hvitserk had been doing the same thing, swinging his axe in an almost maniacal manner, war cries ripping from his throat, so loud Bjorn could hear them clearly from where he stood. The two of you met in the middle, taking a second to look over each other's injuries. Hvitserk's bloody, cut-up hand brushed against the skin of your cheek for nothing but a moment.
It was the look on Hvitserk's face that made Bjorn realize what he had seemed to dismiss in that moment. The way his hard eyes softened when you nodded gently against his hand to let him know you were alright. The way his lips parted to tell you he loved you before you both threw yourselves back into the fray.
"Hvitserk." 
"Yes, Bjorn. Hvitserk."
The two of you were silent for a few moments, allowing Bjorn to take in his sudden realization. You stood with your arms idly crossed over your chest, your eyes scanning the room for anything to calm the anger bubbling in your stomach.
"How… how long?"
Your mind drifts to a memory, too. A memory you've grown very fond of. A memory of spring, flowers growing on the fields and trees, heavy with green leaves and bearing delicious fruit, surrounding you and Hvitserk. You remember the grin on Hvitserk's face, and imagine it mirrored your own. 
All the love in the world shone in his eyes that day. The love Bjorn never felt inclined to give you.
"We married in the spring," you said, cold hands rubbing at your arms, creating friction in the hopes it would bring you some warmth, or at least shield you from Bjorn's cold gaze. "Not very long ago, but we love each other.”
Bjorn all but scoffed at the revelation, averting his eyes elsewhere and grimacing, a hand pressing down on his bandaged side. Suddenly, he pushed himself to his feet, staggering towards you. Bjorn wasn’t able to get very far, as Gunnhild, Ingrid and Erik rushed in, forcing him to settle back down. His blue eyes searched yours, hoping to find that mischievous and playful gleam in them, telling him that you’re lying. He searched your face for the telltale sign, for the slight twitch of the corner of your lips, but it never came.
Bjorn Ironside loved you. You had always been the one for him, no matter how many women came before you. And now that he had finally come to realize— no, acknowledge— his feelings for you, to accept them, you were out of his grasp. It felt as if Freyja herself was mocking him, mocking his own stupidity.
To some extent, he was happy. Happy you had finally found love, but at the same time, his heart ached at the revelation. You simply didn’t love him anymore. At least, not in the way he wanted you to; not in the way he needed you to.
Ingrid turned to you, an unreadable expression on her face. Looking between you and Bjorn, she sighed deeply, but before she could open her mouth to speak, you had put your hand up, halting the words before they left her throat. 
“I know,” you said. “I won’t tell them. As far as they’re aware, Ironside is dead.” Then, looking towards Bjorn, you stepped forward, took his calloused hands in his and bowed your head in reverence. “Goodbye, Bjorn Ironside,” you whispered, pressing your lips to the back of his hands. “May the gods watch over you.” 
You didn’t wait for his reaction, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it. So, nodding in Gunnhild and Ingrid’s direction, you took a step back. Without casting the scene before you another look, you spun around on the heel of your muddy boots, ignoring Bjorn calling after you as your feet carried you out of the hall and into the snowy town of Kattegat.
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wannabeauthorclive · 3 years
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🌹🌹🌹
-@cryptid-s-wips
Thanks for the ask!
It’s like Black’s sanity is slipping out of her fingers like sand and it’s so hard to watch. So, so hard. But she has to, it may be the only way she can help.
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Exercises. War Exercises or so they called it. The flotilla made a landing in the Stormlands and had taken up presence abandoned and captured Holdfast, but collectively giving the old and children and women room to breathe. Those that weren’t guarding the landed settlers were back at Dragonstone, performing Naval Exercises.
Their boats were not fit for open sea warfare with Westerosi sized vessels but for the many rivers and shallow waters, their vessels made excellent landing craft. Still, Bjorn had gotten a feel for the larger vessels.
There was room for improvement, but the seizures exercises of ships went along well, if not for a little over the top roughing up of the captured crew. Bjorn joined returned to the chamber with the fancy table made by Aegon the Conquer during their Conquest of Westeros. ‘ Your Grace, I hope you enjoyed the show outside.’ 
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lordoftermites · 3 years
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OF CLOVER & IRON
Part One
Pairing: Roiben x Kaye
Summary: fluff(ish), angst, obligatory smut (later). fluffish smangst, let's go with that.
My first fic for these two—and all around the first one I've ever written, period. I finally got to a point that I can confidently post parts 1 & 2 without obsessive editing so yeet haw let's fuckin go. Set the day after Ironside Ch. 13. {there's a slight deviation of the wound placements also, because I just really wanted to see Kaye lovingly take care of her Emo Black Knight™. Everything else is canon-compliant. I hope.}
Rating: M for suggestive themes, smut in future chapters
Also I was listening to Beautiful Crime by Tamer and If You Care by Evan Barlow the whole time and if those aren't the most Roiben songs I've ever fucking heard—
*buzzfeed voice* let's get into it
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Each step I left behind Each road you know is mine Walking on a line ten stories high Say you'll still be by my side If I could take your hand, oh If you could understand That I can barely breathe, the air is thin I fear the fall and where we'll land
"You realize I have attendants for this, don't you?"
Roiben was reclined, rather awkwardly, against the mountain of plush pillows on his bed. Their down stuffing jutted through the timeworn fabric and pricked along the sensitive skin of his bare back.
While the gash Talathain's sword had wrought the day before had since been cleaned and bandaged, the end of those feathers still managed to find their way through to jab at the still-open wound, eliciting from him a wince, as though he needed reminding of the events that had transpired had, in fact, transpired.
Ruefully, Roiben found that he did not need reminding.
"Mhmm, I know." Kaye replied absently beside him, drawing him back to the present. She was perched on the edge of the bed, inky-black gaze fixed on his hand in her lap; she was gently applying a viscous paste to the scarlet, angry line along his palm—another gift from Silarial's green knight. The mixture had a cooling element to it, not at all unpleasant against the dull burn of the wound. Kaye was careful, dedicated as she worked. Her tender, feather-light touches sent an involuntary shiver down the base of Roiben's spine.
“I admit, I do not mislike having you for a nursemaid instead of an ill-tempered hob." He grinned down at her as she finished, gently wrapping a milky-white cloth around the pad of his hand, tying it off in a small knot at the base of his wrist. He didn’t think anyone in his service would have tended to him with such attentive care; actually, they very well may have relished an opportunity to see him wince. Indeed, he much preferred this.
She glanced up at him through thick lashes and gave him a small smile of her own, but it faltered on her features, wavered there until it faded into something Roiben couldn't name. "I guess,” she began, dropping her gaze back down to his newly-dressed hand in hers. “I just wanted to do… something, for a change." Roiben's brow knitted at the sadness in her voice, the way the guilt, thoroughly misplaced, steeped her words. There was a twinge in his chest that was reminiscent of the arrow she had pulled from it not four months prior. Automatically, his hand reached up to touch the new scar, a rose-tinted indentation in the middle of his sternum. A phantom ache bloomed under his fingers.
She had been only a human girl then, guised as she was, and unfortunate enough to be the one to find him bleeding out, collapsed there against the gnarled tree he would have gladly let become his grave. She had saved his very soul that night in the rain, though neither of them had known it at the time. It was very likely she still didn't.
And here she was again, nursing the consequences of his own obstinate pride and blaming herself for it. Too often, too willingly did she take the weight of his burdens as her own, while he futilely sought to keep her safe from them. Safe from him. She was the most stubbornly kind creature he had ever known; a knight of her own design—a savior he had never had any right to.
Roiben reached out to tuck a loose tendril of viridescent hair behind her ear. The slight movement pulled at the lesion on his back, threatening another wince. He resisted. "Kaye," he started, and when she didn't meet his eyes, he crooked a finger under her chin and canted her head to him.
"There is nothing you have done—not since the moment I met you to now, that was not something." His thumb ran over her emerald jawline, the smooth skin silk in contrast to the roughness of his own. Kaye's eyes fluttered and she leaned into his touch. "I know it is my failure, in not telling you as such, that you mistakenly think yourself so inadequate. For that, I am well and truly sorry."
Through the burning discomfort of his wounds, Roiben drew her down to him and captured her mouth in a kiss. He had never been a master of apologies— or much else for that matter. And for reasons he was unable to name, his way of begging Kaye's pardon seemed to often be sought with his mouth, as if he hoped she could taste it on his tongue— and forgive him with her own.
Her lips, softer than satin and more delectable than any wine he had ever tasted, parted in a soft, lilting sigh. The sound, as it so often did, caused the muscles in his lower abdomen to coil with a rush of warmth. His bandaged fingers moved to tangle in her wild hair as her tongue danced between his teeth, languorous at first, then quickly shifting into something nearer to frenzy. He could feel his pulse quicken, the familiar strain across the front of his trousers when her hand splayed his chest, soft fingertips pressing into his bare skin. His breath hitched.
And then Kaye's lips were gone and she was pushing herself back up, away from him, her breathing ragged. He watched her dazedly, lamenting the abrupt loss of her closeness. She combed a hand through her mess of green hair, and Roiben realized she was trembling. He frowned.
"What is it?" he asked, drawing himself up to a sitting position, jaw clenched against the sharp tug of the bandage stretching from his shoulder to his hip. "Have I done something to displease you?" He glanced down, sliver gaze settling on a fraying thread of gauze on his wrist. "Perhaps my apology wasn't quite the one you were looking for, but I—"
"That's not it." Kaye cut him off, and when he looked back up to meet her eyes, he was disconcerted to find their pitch depths were suddenly glistening. He opened his mouth to speak, but Kaye raised a hand to forestall him. He pressed his lips together, obediently falling mute. "It… it's not you. I mean, it's a little bit you. Okay— maybe it's a lot you. But… I'm just…" She let out a frustrated groan, as though she couldn't quite manage to untangle whatever thought she was trying to get out. The back of her hand swiped angrily across her eyes.
Roiben knew she hated crying, but he was unsure whether it was explicitly crying in front of him, or if it was the act altogether. Whatever the reason, there was a nagging in his gut, a temptation to reach up and wipe away the glittering tear that rolled down the curve of her verdant cheek.
But he stayed patiently, painfully silent beside her, fingers worrying the fabric over his knuckles instead as she worked through unweaving her mind. Roiben found himself suddenly wishing he had the power to read it, if only to help wrench her free of whatever trap that held her there, apart from him. Finally, she sighed—a dispirited sound that reverberated through the otherwise quiet stillness of his chambers.
"Why did you come back? Why did you find me at the diner? Why did you choose me?"
The string of questions— rather, the way she asked them, whispered, bordering on anguish, stung him like the gilded edge of Talathain's blade. Roiben gaped at her, for a moment too stunned to respond. Her expression was contorted slightly, the emotions that coursed through her scrambling over one another to find purchase on her face. Still, she held his gaze with an unwavering severity that bored into his very being and rooted him to the spot.
He knew she would not accept his usual indirect summarizations, those with which he so carefully guarded himself. He was now well beyond the safety of that delicate thread of tightroped truths he danced.
She expected—commanded his unreserved forthrightness, with that look that held the power of his name without it ever needing to cross her lips.
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groovyzombiellama · 4 years
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MASTERLIST
NOTE:
Contains Smut 🔞
Text Au   💬
Instagram/Twitter Au  📱
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Photo Au 🖼
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𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼
Alex Høgh Andersen
The Story  📝
Storm: PART 1 / PART 2  📝
The Kind Of The Earth  📝
Let’s Just Relax  📝
Break Up   📱
Flirt   📱
Hate 📱
Ragnarsdottir 📱
And, Action  📱
Childhood  📱
Actress  📱
GoT  📱
Rome  📱
Descendant Of Freya  📱
Alexander Ludwig
Are You Kidding Me?  📝
He Looked At Me  📝
Hated  📱
Alexander Skarsgård
Dating  📱
Ben Robson
Little One  📝 
Don’t Forget  📝
Bill Skarsgård
Primavera  📝
Crushing  📱
HellCat  📱
Boyd Holbrook
Stop It Ryan  📱
Bradley Cooper
Body Trembling 🔞/📝
Charlie Hunnam
Twin Boys 📹
Dating CH  📱
Missing You   💬
Love Interest  📝/ 📹
Wired Autocomplete Interview  📝/ 📹
Chris Evans
Star Wars: PART 1 / PART 2  📱
Chris Hemsworth
Mini Me  📱
Dacre Montgomery
Married  📱
You Are My World  📝
Little Family  📝
Froy Gutierrez
Singer  📱
Henry Cavill
Producer  📱
Fall In Love  📹
Jake Gyllenhaal
Falling In Love  📱
Keira Knightley
Best Friends Forever  📱
Marco Ilsø
Rock Star  📱
Medical Issue  📱
Richard Madden
The Proposal 📱
Sebastian Stan
Wifey  📱
Baby   📱
In Love On Set  📱
Tom Hardy
You Can’t Be Serious  📝
Wifey Visits  📱
Tom Holland
Marvel  📱
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Tobias Eaton
Important Dates  📝
Uriah Pedrad
Fearless  📝
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Dunkirk cast
Part Of The Cast  📱
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The Fury  📝
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𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻: 𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭
King Arthur
The Great War  📝
Seeing you for the first time  📝/ 📹
Queen  📝/ 📹
Angel  📝/ 📹
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𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓭
JP Cappelletty
Dating  📱
Flirting  📱
Jealosy  📱/ 📝
Fuck Off  📝
Have Some Fun  📝
Propose  📱/ 📝
We Did It  📝
Puppy  💬
Machine Gun Kelly
Him & I  📝
She’s Mine  📝
ColsonxY/NJenner  📱
Singer  📱
Baby  📱
Mexican Dancer 📱
Tommy Lee’s daughter 📱/ 📹
Birthday Style  📱
Jealous  💬/ 📝
Nurse  📱
Shorty  📱
Tall Girl  📱/ 📝
Good Girl Gone Bad  📝
Disneyland  📱
Younger  📱
Chaotic Romantic  📱
Style  📝
Beach Getaway  📱
Protege   📱
My Queen  📱/ 📝
Found Her  📱
Tattoo  📹 / 📝
Tattoo Parlour  📱
Spanish  📹
The Breakup PART 1/PART 2  📹
Premiere  📱
She’s Into Metal  📝
Birthday Wish  📝
Queen Of Vampires  📝
Married In Vegas   📱
Happiest Boyfriend Ever  📝
Fair  📱
Way Too Good-looking  📝
All About Her  📱
Hollywood Whore  📱
Shoutout To My Ex PART 1/PART 2  📝
Find Each Other  📝
Conservative  📝
Conservative Girl  📱
You Are My Best Friend PART 1/PART 2  📝
B-Day  📝
Pregananant!  📝
Dress Up  📝
Follow The Rules  📝
Spa  📱
Tempting Fate  📝
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𝓜𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓼
Francisco Lachowski
Silly Faces  📝
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𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓷
Henri Charriere
Arrest  📝/ 📹
Jealousy  📝/ 📹
Kiss  📝/ 📹
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𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼
BTS
BFF with BTS  📱
Charlie Puth
She Won  📝
Derek Luh
Interview  📹
Jack Gilinsky
Subtweet  📱
K&J Klan  📱
Salty Gilinsky  📱
Sammy Wilkinson
Opening Act  📱
Shawn Mendes
Artist  📱
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𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝔂
Jax Teller
Something you don’t have 📝
Reason I exist  📝
Defending your honor  📝
Why do you care? PART 1 / PART 2   📝
He’s Mine / I’m Hers 📝
There is no ‘us’  📝
The Call  📝
Meant To Be  📝
Fun Weekend 📝
Chin Up Buttercup  📝
You Don’t Know Shit  📝
Here For You  📝
Just Teasin’  📝/ 📹
Revenge  📝
You Look Perfect PART 1/PART 2/PART 3  📝
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𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼
Steve Harrington
Step Away Harrington 📝
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𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵
Adam Milligan
Project  📝
Dean Winchester
I’m Loosing My Mind  📝
Lion’s Gate Bridge  📝
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𝓣𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯
Isaac Lahey
Going Under  📝
Liam Dunbar
Determined To Protect  📝
Baby Sister  📝
Do You Still Remember?  📝
Feeling Used  💬
Tomboy   📝
You Got A Problem?  📝
Half Winchester  📝
Mccall pack
Coping PART 1/ PART 2  📝
Type  📝
Art Fair 🖼
Not Here Right Now  📝
Strong Character  📝
Telepath  📝/ 📹
Scott Mccall
Date?  📝
Smoke  📝/ 📹
Family Reunion  📝
Baby  📝/ 📹
Theo Raeken
Your Side 📝
Not As Alone PART 1/PART 2/PART 3 📝
My Girl PART 1/PART 2  📝
Our Own Pack  📝
Not A Clue  🔞/📝
I Don’t Like You Eather  📝
Part Of His Pack  📝/ 📹
Marry Me PART 1/PART 2 📝/ 📹
Daughter Of Hades  📝
Truck  📝/ 📹
Kidnapped  📝/ 📹
Kiss Me  📝
Stuck Between Two  📝
Malia Tate
Secret  📝/ 📹
Brett Talbot
Snitch  📝/ 📹
Aiden Steiner
Lovely  📝
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓽
Mick Mars
Actress  📝/ 📹
Nikki Sixx
Clean Cut  📝
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼
Cato
Little Sister  📝/ 📹
Victory   📝
Johanna Mason
Sisters  📝/ 📹
The Hunger Games
The News  📝/ 📹
Cousin  📝/ 📹
Revenge  📝/ 📹
Peeta Mellark
Strained  📝/ 📹
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓭𝓰𝓮
Gavin Nichols
Flustered  📝/ 📹
Fight  📝/ 📹
One Drink 📝/ 📹
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼
Damon Salvatore
But Then You Came Along  📝
Kai Parker
Feelings Are Hard  📝
Lorenzo St John
I Knew I Loved You Then  📝
My Ship: Damon and Rose
My Vamire Diaries OTP  📱
Compelled  📹
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𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓻
William “Ironhead” Miller
Like What You See?  📝/ 📹
Spitfire  📝/ 📹
Lucky I love you  📝/ 📹
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𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 Ø𝓷𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓵ø𝓽𝓼
Josh Dun
The Big News  📝
Sparks Fly  📝
All Dressed Up  📝
Let Loose  📝
State Fair  📝
I’m In Love With You  📝
If I Could Think Of Anything  📝
Protect You  📝
I Believe In You  📝
That Band Sucks  📝
Dark Thoughts  📝
Tyler Joseph
Blood Run Cold: PART 1 / PART 2  📝
Oh Ms Believer  📝
Time Flies  📝
College Crush  📝
Puppy Love  📝
Until The Last Rose Dies  📝
State Fair  📝
Nice Hickeys You Got There  🔞 /📝
Enraged  📝
Teasing You  🔞 /📝
Disney World  📝
Can’t You See It  📝
Prom  📝
He’s Missing Out  📝
Hook You Up  📝
Lip Sync  🔞 /📝
The Boy You Met Last Night  🔞 /📝
A Perfect Day  📝
Danced Her Way Into My Heart  📝
The Meme Face  💬
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𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓶
Eddie Brock
Destiny  📝
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𝓥𝓲𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼
Bjorn Ironside
Shield Maiden  📝
Ivar the Boneless
You Don’t Want Me To Get Angry  📝
Your Place Is With Me  📝
The Cripple  📝
Floki’s Daughter  📝
Tiny Humans  📝
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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓬𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓸𝓷
Half Sis  📝/ 📹
Leo Valdez
I’m Off  📝
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𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓼
Jed
Reuniting  📝/ 📹
Mate  📝/ 📹
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𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻
Blaise Zambini
Yule Ball  📝/ 📹
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𝓞𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴
Cesar Diaz
I’ll Run To You  📝
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𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓼
Dolan Twins
Both In Love  📱
Kian Lawley
Vacation  📱
Lilly Singh
Best Friends  📱
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#𝓢𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓐𝓻𝓽
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