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hermitdrabbles56 · 2 years

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Twilight giving the group animal nicknames?? More likely than you think.

We already know about Time calling Twilight pup (baby wolf), and Twi calling Wild cub (baby fox)

But just. What other names has Twilight given out? Things that sprung to his lips and just stuck. He doesn't necessarily have a reason for them though some he does, just. Things that to him mean something special even if the others don't understand.

Wild: As stated above he gets called cub. But also I could see Twilight calling him a "Crazy Reynard" (Reynard is a name for a male fox but also a myth. I'm going off of it as a gendered term though)

Wind: In Bareit2000's What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor they have Twilight call him Kid as in a baby goat and god damn that is precious and lives rent free in my head. This fic made my cry so hard I will forever hype it. But also getting called something akin to a Racoon when he's being sticky fingered gremlin is also very good.

Sky: Pen (female swan) maybe it's after the first time they get to see Skyloft. Or him listening to sky talk about Crimson and missing home, but it's also definitely paired with Twilight getting to see Sky's skills blend with the rage he keeps buried. It just rolls off his tounge one day after Sky gets hurt and he's fretting and boy does it confuse the skyloftian but he can't quite bring himself to question it. Most of the group assume it's because Sky writes home so often, but it's More something akin to a beautiful and terrifying compliment. (Tiercel -Male Eagle- would also be good but also a mouthful when you're trying to be soft)

Legend: Buck/Little doe depending on how annoying hes being to make Legend smile. Most people would assume this has something to do with deer and be confused. But no. These are also terms for Rabbits!! When they're alone and Twilight it comforting Legend He will straight up just call him Bunny. But he knows Legend doesn't want the others to know so he wouldn't ever comprise that. Legend 100% does not know about that being the terms for Male/Female rabbits so he's just as confused as the others.

Time: Timber (Makenzie valley/Timber wolves are the largest wolf breed). Time doesn't know about the heroes shade/how own wolf form. The rest of the group probably associates him with protective bear if anything and Twi definitely will tease him with the "Papa bear" title. But Timber/Old Timber is Twilight's name for him. Easy to assume he's just calling Time a tree seeing as he makes enough jokes about being raised by one. So it's all the more fitting even if Twi is the only one who actually knows the meaning behind the name.

Warriors: Tom (as in Tom cat) but also Rooster when he's being annoying. Cats (and I mean this in the most loving of ways) can come off as vain little assholes. And him and Twilight definitely rub each other the wrong way frequently. But all the cats Twilight met on his journey were also friendly and helpful and kind. And he knows a village of cats, he loves cats, and knows that they're also absolutely helpless dumbasses that get themselves into stupid situations even though they're quite smart and resourceful. But when Wars won't shut up he very much gets called Rooster. The group is really only confused about Twilight randomly calling him Tom until the day he straight up just calls Wars a "Feral Tomcat"

Hyrule: little Hob / Kit (Male or baby Ferret). Hyrule is resourceful but also tricky and mysterious. He has tons of energy and a wild side that gets him into interesting situations. Hob is also a term for Gremlin/Hobgoblin and other similar fae creatures.

Four: Mouse/Pinky/Mischief after learning about his tiny form and and the Picori/Minish he just can't help it! He finds it adorable and he means it in the best of ways. A lot of people might think he's making fun, but Four takes it as a compliment because he loves being small and he loves the Minish! Being called Pinky confused him the first time because most would assume that would be Legend. But it was more something that slipped out when Twilight saw that his eyes has turned that light shade of red because he was upset, and Twi does actually explain that so it makes sense.

#lu sky #linked universe #lu twilight #lu wild #lu legend #lu wind #lu time #lu four #lu hyrule #lu warriors

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 8 months

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anyway the triplets might be smart but honestly they're just complete dumbasses where human crap is concerned

they're like a trio of stupid demon frat boys who do dumb shit just because

Hannah once watched Thompson, trying to be romantic, take a rose from the garden and put it between his teeth to dance with his S/O

... then he ate the rose. stem, leaves, thorns, blossom and all.

didn't care that his mouth started bleeding from the thorns, didn't care that he later had horrendous stomach pain, did not give one single solitary fuck that WHOLE ROSES ARE NOT FOOD.

just straight up ate the damn thing and would happily do so again.

Timber and Canterbury have done similarly dumb things, of course

in addition to each having basically one third of a soul, it appears they all each have one third of a brain cell

I love them XD

#mod post #Triplets #Thompson #DUDE YOU GOTTA NOT DO THAT SHIT #YOU'RE EMBARRASSING HANNAH AND SHE'S YOUR FRIEND-SISTER STOP IT!!!!#Hannah just knocking the triplets' heads together: STOP! BEING! WEIRD!!!!!!!!

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percyjacksonxrb · 4 years

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Wish I was a Knight of Saint Christopher because they hella funny I swear EVERY scene with them in it is funny

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shadowofthelamp · 3 years

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Tried out the incorrect quotes generator and the first couple were duds, but then... this is literally their friendship/relationship from like three months onward and through their marriage.

Timber: This is such a bad idea.

Devi: Then why are you coming along?

Timber: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Anyway, here’s a few more.

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Timber: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Devi: You mean literally or figuratively?

Timber: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

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Timber: Where are you going?

Devi: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there.

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Timber: Violence isn't the answer.

Devi: You’re right.

Timber: *sighs in relief*

Devi: Violence is the question.

Timber: What?

Devi, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Timber, running after her: NO-

#starway sweethearts #I love my dumbass children #devi #timber #sonic blogging #shadow says stuff

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hanji-is-life · 3 years

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my bestie sent me this so hello this is my first ever jjk piece 🧍🏽‍♀️if this has been done already, I’m sorry!!! I haven’t read a lotta sukuna/itadori fics as of late so forgive me if this is an overdone trope but my bestie sent it and I just had to write it!!!!

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Sukuna was such a sneaky little fucker. He never came out whenever you expected it, even going as far as taunting the king of curses when Yuuji was sleep. No matter how much you’d poke and prod, he never gave you the time of day.

Yuuji tried his best to keep you from fucking with him, but even he was starting to get a little confused with Sukuna’s silence. The king was always rambling off about destruction and mayhem and shit in his head most of the time. But whenever you were around, he would become oddly silent.

Yuuji wasn’t really sure how to take the silence. A good thing maybe, since he could have his own thoughts to himself without someone butting their nose in. But also bad because—what the fuck was he planning in there?

Yuuji couldn’t be worried about it though. Not when you were mewling so sweetly into his mouth. Not when you were writhing on the bed, gripping his wrist and the pillow for dear life. Not when your cunt made the sweetest, wettest sounds whenever his fingers thrusted inside of your soaked walls.

“F-Fuck, Yuuji, right there, right there!” You practically screamed, eyes clenched tightly as you throw your head back. He follows with his mouth, trailing wet hot kisses down your jaw and to your throat. He rests in between your legs, taller form hunched slightly to make sure he could taste the skin of your neck.

“Does it feel good?” He murmurs against the bruising flesh. You wanted to quip back with a smart, no, dumbass, I’m just screaming to hear how loud I can get. But the moment you opened your mouth, your breath was caught in your throat.

It was a...different sensation. Yuuji was a little inexperienced when you first got with him, so you had to teach what and where a clit was. He’s gotten better with playing with it, but still hasn’t fully mastered how to hit your sweet spot with his fingers while simultaneously play with your clit.

But the feeling against you isn’t necessarily something that his fingers could do...?

Your head snapped down quickly, chin butting into the top of Yuuji’s head. He whines, slows his fingers down as he rubs at the sore spot with his free hand.

“Oww, what was that for?” He whines, sitting back slightly so he can look at you. He doesn’t understand why you have that dazed and crazed look on your face until he follows where your eyes are glued.

It’s Sukuna. Where Yuuji’s fingers are pressed snug inside of you, does Sukuna’s mouth appear on his palm, plump lips wrapped tight around your clit. He sucks harshly, just as an eye appears above the lonesome mouth. You and Yuuji scream in unison.

“Sukuna—what the f—you can’t do that man,” Yuuji splutters, rips his hand forcefully away from inside of you. You groan at the lost, thighs quivering wildly, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you stare up at Yuuji’s panicked face.

“And why not?” You shiver at the deep timber of his voice. You hadn’t heard it since you started dating Yuuji. And fuck, was his voice hot as hell.

“The slut obviously loves when we double team her. She was so close before—why stop now?” The mouth that popped up on Yuuji’s cheek grins sharply, all pointed canines and full of mischief. You shrink under the gaze of the eye above it, and Yuuji’s own confused one.

“She, she doesn’t,” Yuuji stutters, confused at the prospect of you actually wanting Sukuna’s filthy little mouth on you.

“You don’t want it, do you?” He asks slowly instead, insistent upon not putting words in your mouth. Not when he felt you tighten up when Sukuna licked your clit. Not with the scream that still echoes in his head from Sukuna’s suck.

You glance away guiltily, the shift in your thighs betraying just how wet you had become at the thought of Sukuna putting his mouth back on you. Before you can answer, a mocking laugh rings throughout the room.

“Look at how wet she is! I told you the bitch loved it.” Sukuna bellows, mouth going from Yuuji’s cheek to the palm of his hand again.

“Don’t call her that,” Yuuji frowns, but Sukuna ignores him.

“Now put your fucking fingers back inside of her, brat, before I come out and do it myself.” This time, they both catch your shiver, how your eyes drop, how your legs fall open even wider in invitation.

When Yuuji doesn’t move fast enough for you, you’re reaching forward and seizing his wrist in your hand. You guide his fingers to your sopping wet hole, look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please?” You whine. “Just this once?” You and Yuuji—and Sukuna—both know that this won’t become just a one time thing. But the dirty shit that Sukuna has been whispering in Yuuji’s ear prompts him into sliding his fingers inside, all the way to the hilt, until a sneaky mouth can wrap comfortably around your puffy clit.

Definitely not a one time thing.

#my hcs #jjk smut #itadori smut #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x itadori x reader #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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sk8dowd · 2 years

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bernard: a human heart costs around $1 million but i gave you mine for free <3

tim:

tim: why do you know how much a human heart costs?

#tim: what exactly was your relationship with those organ pirates #bernard: wouldn't you like to know duck boy #bernard dowd #tim drake #incorrect quotes #incorrect timber #dc #dc comics #dumbasses in love (timber)#timber #source: tumblr

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kimberly-spirits13 · 2 years

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Shifting (Kon Kent)

This isn’t designed to be read as a Y/N but it can be if you want

just as a prerequisite explanation to what my DR is like

This setting is where Lex Luthor takes over and controls the world and the world leaders

There is a certain group of heroes and other civilians that hide out in their own democracy/ country that is out of reach of Luthor and it’s basically a Paradise Island

The league there is made up of the Justice League heroes, some villains turned good guys like Harley, Ivy, Catwoman…, Young Justice + some Titans

I’m like the YJ team leader or whatever (just imagine female Batman engineer, scientist, gold tongue rich girl, Red Room kind of vibe) and my team is made up of Beast Boy, Wondergirl (Cassie), Rocket, Arrowette, Impulse, Static, Blue Beatle, and Red Robin (my guy best friend)

The way that I meet Kon is because I go undercover to infiltrate Lex Corps as a prisoner and then he turns to my side and we escape before causing a massive scene. He moves into the house with me and my family and then it progresses

So that sets the scene

Kon is super smart but is also a complete dumbass

Knows everything but has little common sense

We’re still working on how to make toast with this one

He loves riding motorcycles and late night car rides in my ride

His vibe is Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Always hanging out with Tim and Bart

Superman takes him as son instead of brother

The team and I are slowly working through the iconic movies and tv shows from childhood plus some miscellaneous

His favorites so far are Suite Life on Deck and Hannah Montana

he won’t admit it but he sings the theme song in the shower for Montana

It’s hilarious

DOJA CAT STAN YALL

THIS WASN’T SCRIPTED OR ANYTHING- HE JUST IS

i’ve heard him working out to Tia Tamara SO MANY TIMES

He’s so sweet and respectful

gets his ass kicked in training by me a lot

great power adaptation but his tactical training is shit

thanks Lex

often helps with any science stuff that I’m doing in the lab

races the fighter jets that I make for the league and other troops

show off

The team always has these warehouse parties where it’s just us and a few other Titans and we just let loose

like nothing crazy before but Tim took Cassie home once

that same night I was just smacked out drunk since BART HAPPENED TO FIND SOME ADULT BEVERAGES

Kon was a gentleman and took me back home where he then DID MY SKINCARE ROUTINE and then I just slept

the next morning there was water and pain meds on the nightstand

lets me borrow his jackets and he borrows any of the clothes that he likes from my closet

Timmy has ear piercings and we often share earrings

he really likes the cuff earrings on the side of the ear

all of the boys on the team definitely have no problem getting tampons or whatever since there are girls on the team and all of their girlfriends have them used to it

Kon likes to sleep like he’s engulfed in pillows, stuffed animals, and blankets

also likes to have me sleep on top of him

Anytime there’s a life and death situation he’s cracking jokes

I think he’s lightning the mood but sometimes it’s just like ‘CONNER KENT SHUT UP WE’RE TRYING TO SHOOT THIS FLEET OF ROBOTS DOWN”

Says “yes ma’am” when I’m pissed at him or during missions

sometimes it’s just to be funny

calls Tim nicknames like- Timmy, Timbers, Caffeine Head, Timberly

Honestly he gives everyone nicknames

Cassie- Sassy Cassie (When she’s in a mood), CS, Sandy

Bart- full name, Barty, Tart, Art, Wally’s Favorite, Flash’s second favorite (only to humble him)

I told him that he needed a hobby and he works on cars now

he’s told me that he wants to try some sort of sport but not many of them sound too interesting to him

considering lacrosse

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radioactive-earthshine · 2 years

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I just gotta ask who you ship for Tim if you love Timber and Konbart. I mean absolutely no disrespect or shade for any of those ships but Timkon is so popular and weighty it's one of those things where if you don't ship it you either are homophobic (I know your not) or you just don't like one or both of the characters so I am just curious. :) btw I started shipping Konbart so I really mean no hate.

Hi and thanks for the ask and welcome to this small-ish corner. First off, I do ship Timkon and that is something I know I have stated many times here. I have been shipping them for about 15 years. It's a dream ship and I love it dearly.

But you're right, I do ship Tim with multiple other people and like to imagine multiple scenarios and alternative universes where Tim is thriving and happy (sometimes not happy, I'll get to that with one ship here in a moment). It never just has to be one person forever. I feel it's boring and restrictive to only ship one pairing when there are so many great options. Tim has a lot of great options. Some with actual contextual canon evidence and some... not.

I ship him with;

Bernard, Kon, Bart (also in a polycule with some or all), Steph, Tam, Jaime (sometimes), and Slo-Bo primarily.

Lately I have been really digging him and Slo-Bo. It's tragic and Slo-Bo checks off some of the boxes for how I perceive Tim's tastes and compatibility in people.

They have to have a mix of;

Chaos Irreverence and Dumbass

If they have at least two of these traits then Tim is going to have a good match. 'Bo has all of those traits and there are some very mild moments in the comics that show that they could work well together, even if it would be doomed.

Finally I don't feel like you need to be homophobic or have an extreme disliking of characters in order to not ship them - yes there are some people out there like that but sometimes people just don't vibe with a ship. Even canon ones. It's okay to just not like a ship and not have a reason. To just assume someone is homophobic because they are not a fan of a MLM or WLW ship is very toxic behavior.

#tim drake #konbart #timber #timbo #multishipping #slo-bo #i need to make a whole post about the chaotic irreverent dumbass scale

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dont-touch-the-phlebotinum · 3 years

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@sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo

Prompt: Hugs

Title: Flew Like A Moth To You

Relationship: Pre-slash Geralt/Jaskier

Rating: G

Content Warnings: None

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier reunite after the winter. Featuring Geralt being a dumbass, more pine than a timber yard, and Jaskier wearing one very fetching hat.

The thaw comes early this year. Geralt could stay a while longer, savour the time with his brothers and the quiet comfort he always finds in Kaer Morhen, but something tugs at him; an itch beneath his skin that won't leave him until he's back on the road. He takes a few contracts to tide him over on his journey, but he doesn't linger in any one place longer than he has to. His restlessness won't allow it.

And so he moves on, following the creeping arrival of buds in the meadows he passes through and new leaves on the trees as he heads south, the world coming back to life around him. The farther he travels, the more he feels the same blossoming sensation in his own chest.

Geralt didn't set out from Kaer Morhen with a specific destination in mind, yet he finds himself there regardless.

Oxenfurt is a riot of noise and colour after months spent in the brumal peace of the keep. All around there's music and conversation, market traders peddling gaudy trinkets and pungent spices and perfumes, the crush of citizens and visitors alike bedecked in bright, exquisite fabrics. Geralt used to avoid the city for this very reason.

These days he's learning to appreciate its charms.

With Roach fed and stabled, Geralt wanders the bustling streets in the direction of the university, its spires a towering beacon in the heart of the city. There's a tightness in his chest, growing with every step; anticipation and apprehension each struggling to win out over the other. He doesn't know how he's going to find Jaskier in the chaos of the city. Usually it's whisperings of nearby monsters, or townsfolk overheard singing too-familiar tales of the White Wolf, that draws them to one another after the winter -- Geralt's never had to actively seek Jaskier out before.

He doesn't know if Jaskier's even here. Jaskier wouldn't be expecting to see him for weeks yet, and even though he had told Geralt of his plans to remain in Oxenfurt throughout the winter, Geralt knows Jaskier well enough by now to know how easily his plans can change, cast aside in favour of his latest love affair or a sudden hunger for adventure.

Yet just as he's considering turning back for the city gates, Geralt's attention catches. Across the busy square the doors of a tavern swing open, and out spills a rambunctious group of what can only be troubadours; dressed in the same ostentatious and wildly impractical silks Jaskier insists upon, with a melodic quality to their animated conversation Geralt knows so well from a life on the road with Jaskier. He doesn't know how he could possibly spot Jaskier among them, or pick him out of any one of the crowds jostling all around him, for that matter -- yet there's something about the group that tugs at him, the same thing that's been calling to him all the way from Kaer Morhen.

His eyes land on Jaskier.

He stands at the centre of the group -- commanding attention as always -- gesturing emphatically as he regales them with some story or another, and Geralt watches him with a smile. Out in the world, harsh and desolate as it is, Jaskier so often stands out like a sore thumb, yet here it's as if the city has been built in his image, as loud and warm and bright as Jaskier himself. If Geralt had laid eyes on Jaskier in his element here years ago, he might have learnt to understand the man a good deal sooner.

Geralt's happy to stand and watch from a distance for a while longer, reticent to intrude on Jaskier's peace by reminding him of the ugliness that waits beyond Oxenfurt's walls. But after a moment Jaskier's gaze drifts in Geralt's direction and he stops short, eyes widening and a grin spreading across his face. Without a parting word to his cohorts, Jaskier's pushing through the crowd towards him.

He's paler than when Geralt last laid eyes on him, his cheeks less gaunt after months of feasting and drink to make up for the pitiful sustenance the cold autumn on the Path had offered, yet when he throws his arms around Geralt in a hug that almost knocks the wind out of him, his scent is the same as it's always been. Geralt has to fight the compulsion to bury his face in the crook of Jaskier's neck and breathe him in. If he allows himself to, he's not sure he'd be able to pull away again.

Geralt's hands linger awkwardly at his sides while Jaskier squeezes him tight and he debates whether or not he's brave enough to wrap his arms around Jaskier in return, as though doing so might reveal too much, lay Geralt bare in a way that would surely make Jaskier turn from him. The moment stretches on for an agonising length, yet before he can come to a decision Jaskier's pulling away. It's only then that Geralt's heart seems to beat again.

"I thought for an awful moment I had gone mad and begun hallucinating you." Jaskier looks up at him, eyes bright and shining in the pale, late winter sunlight. His smile is radiant enough to melt away the last of the cold in Geralt's chest. "But you are delightfully solid."

"I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss the possibility you've gone mad," Geralt says with a grin as his eyes travel upwards to the hat perched jauntily atop Jaskier's head. He flicks at the ostrich feather dangling from it. "What the fuck is this thing?"

Jaskier blows at the feather to keep it from drifting into his face before staring back at Geralt as if there's nothing at all ridiculous about the way he looks. "I'll have you know they're highly in vogue this winter."

"If you insist."

"Come then," Jaskier says, linking his arm with Geralt's and leading them through the square. "Let me show you to my rooms while you tell me what brings you to Oxenfurt -- I'm sure you didn't come all this way only to insult my fashion sense."

"The pass has cleared already. Thought I'd head back out on the road." And came to ask you to join me, he doesn't say. And was desperate just to see you.

"And what would a life on the Path be without your trusty companion?" He says it with a playful nudge to Geralt's side, but still Geralt fears Jaskier has seen straight through him.

"Roach is my trusty companion," he says. "You're a nuisance."

"Yet you'd not be without me."

It's almost as if they've never parted, Jaskier chattering away while they stroll through the winding streets, the sound of his voice quickly erasing the memory of the months Geralt had gone without hearing it. Geralt has never heard of any of the people whose exploits Jaskier shares; doesn't understand why it's some great scandal that someone has been caught plagiarising old poetry, or claiming to hail from Toussaint when they had in fact been born in a village just south of the Pontar, but he enjoys hearing it all the same. He watches Jaskier talk as if all the stories he's been saving for Geralt are trying to be let loose at once, and he's unable to keep the smile from his face or the warm, contented feeling that builds in his chest from overwhelming him.

"And I suppose if I ask of your winter at Kaer Morhen," Jaskier says, "you'll grunt that it was fine, and that'll be the end of the conversation?"

"Perhaps."

"So how was it?"

"Fine."

Jaskier laughs, warm and melodious. "I'll get it out of you eventually," he vows.

They come to a stop outside a tall boarding house, and Jaskier leads him up one narrow staircase after the next until they reach his rooms at the very top of the house. They both have to stoop slightly to keep from grazing their heads on the low, slanted ceiling.

"It's a job making my way up here after a few drinks too many, let me tell you," Jaskier says as he unlocks the door. "Fortunately it turns out the staircase can make for a surprisingly comfortable bed in a pinch."

He pushes open the door and steps back to allow Geralt inside. It's a modest space, made smaller by the books and trinkets piled atop every surface, though it carries with it a deep sense of comfort that Geralt is sure goes beyond the fact that Jaskier's scent permeates the air. It reminds Geralt of his rooms in Kaer Morhen; not remarkable in any way, but home nonetheless.

He looks back to see Jaskier smiling at him again. "What is it?" Geralt says.

"Nothing. I'm just happy to see you."

Jaskier steps forward and engulfs Geralt in another warm hug, and this time Geralt allows himself to return it. He winds his arms around Jaskier's broad shoulders and holds him close, savouring the feel of him pressed to Geralt's chest.

"I've missed you," Jaskier says. There's something so open, so raw, about the simple admission that Geralt aches with it.

After a long moment they break apart, and those too-blue eyes find Geralt's again. Jaskier looks back at him almost like he's waiting for something. Geralt would panic that there's some social custom he's forgotten about if he didn't so often catch Jaskier studying him with the same expression, anticipation and something like hope glimmering in his eyes as he stares at Geralt. He licks his lips in a split-second movement that still manages to draw Geralt's attention, and in the bated silence that grows between them Geralt can't help but wonder what would happen if he leant forward and let his own brush against them.

Geralt swallows the urge. "I missed you too," he says instead.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #geralt x jaskier #the witcher fic #sugar and spice witcher bingo #my writing #otp: fuck off bard #the witcher #the fact that i wrote this and even i'm angry at the ending #JUST FUCKING KISS HIM YOU MORON

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sailor-manga · 4 years

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“Find it!”- a drunk Katsuki Bakugou drabble.

A/N: I know I am no where near to perfecting the angry boi we all know and love, but I really liked this piece and I hope you guys do too <3 Also you get to enjoy some drunk Kirishima in there as well.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, smut, toys.

Word count: 2,012

Getting out of the car, your boyfriend Katsuki would stroll up next to you and wrap an arm firmly around your waist “You wore them, right?” he’d ask in a gruff tone, causing you to sigh out “Yes, Katsuki.. I wore them” you said in a defeated tone.

About a week ago, Katsuki had surprised you with a pair of black lacy panties that had a slip for a vibrator to fit in, something ELSE for him to tease you with. At first you were a little reluctant to wear them out, but some pestering later, you finally caved and here you were now.. About to go into a crowded party with the sinful panties on under your skirt.

Katsuki would smirk and dangle the remote in front of you “Don’t worry, I won’t torture you too much tonight, even if you deserve it, dumbass” he would scoff before pulling you closer and entering the home.

Immediately you were hit with a blast of heat from all the bodies that filled the house. Looking around, you were thankful to see quite a few people you knew, that way Katsuki could go fuck off with his buddies and you were free to drink and talk to your girls without him getting bored.

You were thankful, Katsuki seemed to be keeping his promise of behaving. He had only triggered the panties once, which was at a light setting. It seemed the male was occupied with his friends to really think about it.

As the night progressed, you found yourself getting a good level of drunk. You sat near the kitchen with a group of girls, simply discussing girl things, watching most of the guys make fools of themselves. Sipping on your drink, your whole body would tense as a strong wave of vibrations began to massage into your clit, causing you to choke out and almost spill said drink. Flipping your head up, you would scan the crowd for your asshole of a boyfriend, and finally you spot him near the door talking with Sero and Kaminari.

Standing up, you would start to march over, but soon you found yourself hunching over and stifling a moan- He was going to get fucking smacked.

Panting out quietly, the vibrating would suddenly stop, causing you to sigh out ‘thank god’ you thought to yourself before taking a deep breath and starting to push through the crowd. Once you got to your boyfriend and the others, the panties would start again- on the highest setting, causing you to stumble into Kaminari, making the poor guy spill his drink all over Sero “W-Woah, uh.. y/n.. Are you okay? You look really flushed” Denki muttered, quickly using the hoodie tied around his waist to dab the liquor off of Sero who was also looking very confused.

Pointing at Katsuki, you would shoot the male a glare “YOU, come with me” you growled out, causing your boyfriend to raise a brow. Grabbing him by the wrist, you’d pull him over into the corner and let out a breath when the vibrations had stopped once again “Fucking stop!” you hissed out.

“What? Tch.. Such a pain in the ass, I have no idea what you’re talking about” he snapped back, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean you have no idea what I’m talking about, you’re fucking with the.. You know..” you muttered out. This was when Katsuki’s face fell “I’m serious, I’ve touched the remote maybe once since we’ve been here, dumbass..” he grunted, both hands going into numerous pockets on his pants to try and find the remote. Maybe he kept bumping into things and triggering it in his pants? Who knew.

Your face would slowly turn into a face of shock when your boyfriend started to get a look of pure anger “I-It’s not in pocket! Someone else has the fucking thing.. Who the fuck has it?!” he snarled, grabbing you by the arm and keeping you close “Who else were you talking too tonight? You were talking to Kami and Sero just now, and didn’t see anything right?” you asked with a frown.

Letting out a low growl he would look around, it was clear that your boyfriend was pretty drunk, so remembering even five minutes ago was probably a doozy. But then his expression seemed to grow dark “Kiri” he spat out before grabbing your arm and jerking you to follow him “SHITTY HAIR!” Katsuki screamed over the music, his eyes angrily scanning the crowded room, until finally- The red haired male was spotting sitting on the sofa with Mina. Kiri looked up with a drunken smug smile on his face and met eyes with Katsuki “Hey Bakugou! I was wondering where you went off too” he said in his normal happy-go-lucky tone.

“Cut the shit, Kiri.. You have something that belongs to me” he growled. Kiri would purse his lips and fish into his pocket, holding up the remote “This? You dropped it when you went to go grab a drink- I planned on giving it back” he said with a shrug “What is it, anyways?” he asked, pushing OF COURSE, the button that put the vibrations on the highest setting.

Immediately stumbling into your boyfriend, you would quickly clasp a hand around your mouth to stop your moan “I-It doesn’t matter what it is, shitty hair! Give it back” he spat. Kiri dangled the remote in front of Katsuki “Tell me what it is first, buddy.. Come on! We’re besties!” he slurred out.

Katsuki turned a shade of red, his own intoxication making it kind of hard to hide how flustered he was.

Meanwhile.. The panties were still on, and you were almost falling to your knees. If it wasn’t for your boyfriend holding you up, you’d be on the floor. Kirishima would look over to you before looking at the remote, the pieces slowly coming together in his drunken mind “Ahaha! No way!” he chirped out loudly.

Quickly, Katsuki would lurch forward in attempts to grab it, but Kirishima snapped his hand back “Uh oh.. Lord Explosion Murder looks like he’s about to burst!” he teased. Katsuki looked at you and then to Kirishima “Sit down” he ordered, lightly moving you over to sit down as you tried to not bring too much attention to yourself.

Looking up you would scrunch a brow as ‘Timber by Kesha’ started to blare out of the speakers. Your attention was quickly taken from that though when Kirishima made a break for it and Katsuki drunkenly stumbled after him, shouting out nonsense about shitty hair, and breaking bones.. The usual talk out of Katsuki’s mouth, honestly.

Mina, who had unfortunately had to deal with watching the whole thing, would put a hand on your shoulder “Why don’t you just take them off?” she would mutter out quietly. Shaking your head with red cheeks you would squeeze your thighs closed, trying to ignore the strong pulse of vibrations abusing your clit “I-I’m wearing a skirt! I can’t just take them off” you’d hiss out, which made her nod some “You have.. A point there” she would say with a pout.

As you attempt to fight off the sensation in your panties, you would take a few more deep breaths, trying to focus on the annoyingly catchy song- But something else caught your attention. It sounded like it was coming from the backyard of the home. A loud explosion booming over the music and thankfully.. The vibrating ceasing. Standing up quickly, you would stumble, your legs felt like jelly and the alcohol wasn’t making it any better.

Rushing out the door and to the back, you would stop to see a now drenched Kirishima crawling out of the pool and a slide blown to pieces. Sighing out, you’d look over to Katsuki who was holding onto the remote with a triumphant, shit eating grin on his face “That’s what you get, shitty hair” he huffed before walking over to you and shaking the remote in front of your eyes, which you would quickly snatch from his hands “You are not responsible enough to handle this” you’d mutter, shoving in your bra, nice and snug.

Looking back at Kirishima who seemed to have shaken it off and was wandering back inside, you’d glance back at your boyfriend with a huff “You better fix this right now” you muttered, reaching forward and shamelessly grabbing his groin.

Katsuki would quickly snatch your wrist “You let shitty hair turn you on, dumbass?!” he spat. You were quick to smack his shoulder lightly “You wear vibrating panties on high and tell me you don’t get fucking turned on, now please.. Fix it, Katsuki” you said in a much softer tone, pouting up at him.

The blonde made a soft ‘tch’ sound before taking your hand and pulling out along once again. The male was quick to lead you through the home and up the stairs to a vacant bedroom. As soon as the door was closed, he would smirk some “pain in my ass, we can’t even go to a party without you begging for my cock” he growled, backing you up until you both fell onto the bed, his body pinning you tightly.

Letting out a huff, you would stare up at Katsuki who was already fussing with his pants. Though he was a little rough around the edges, he was so cute when he was drunk.. He would fumble with his words more and become a little softer, though he’d never admit that..

Pulling the panties down, he would struggle to get them past your ankles, but as soon as the fabric was free, he’d toss them aside and immediately grab at his length that was already rock hard.

He didn’t waste time with teasing, you were already nice and slick for him to shove his cock inside of you. Earning a moan from the both of you. Immediately, his thrusts were hard and quick, making your abused clit throb “Fuck.. Katsuki” you’d groan out loudly, your hands reaching up to tangle into his hair.

“Mm fuck yeah, you’re so fucking tight babe.. Fuck Kirishima, I should have been the one torturing you all night” he growled, leaning down to bite onto your neck, causing your back to arch and press up tightly against him.

The bed would creak loudly as Katsuki defiled your slutty cunt, the sounds of wet slapping filling the room as well as his balls hit your ass roughly. Strings of growls and grunts would come from your boyfriend as he bite and sucked at your neck, and before you could even think about it, you would moan out loudly and cum on his cock like you had never cum before “F-Fuck, Katsuki!!” you’d scream out as your walls sucked the male in, begging him to shoot his sticky load into your womb.

Katsuki would let out one more animalistic growl before thrusting in roughly and starting to empty himself inside of you, making sure your pussy held every last drop of his load. Collapsing on top of you, he’d pant out, lifting his head to deliver nips and kisses along your jawline “Fuck..” he sighed.

Hugging your arms around him, you would bite your lip some “Okay.. Maybe I was wrong about the panties.. Just next time, keep track of the remote” you said with a slurred giggle.

The blonde would nod for a moment before finally pulling out, his sticky cum slowly dripping from your slit “Deal” he would grunt before stumbling off of the bed to fetch your panties to toss them back to you. “Get dressed, dumbass.. You’re staying by me for the rest of the night” he would huff.

Sitting up slightly, you would grab the panties and inch them back on, watching as the male buttoned up his pants.

“I still have a bone to pick with Kiri” he huffed before opening the door and waiting for you to join him before walking back down to the booming music.

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atsunflower · 4 years

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Let them sing — Intro

Rated: SFW

Author note: Freaking finally. I don't have much to say; this one right here is one of my favorites and I'm really excited to write about the twins.

Warnings: brief mentions of hallucinations and violence. Some cursing.

I — Intro

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He heard them.

Contrary to people's belief, it wasn't a song of agony.

The choir of the deceased chanted as if it was the only thing they could do in the whole eternity, a melancholic melody comfortable to the ears.

"Let'em sing then"

"Oi, Samu. Did ya say something?" His brother asked, sending him a weird glare. It was funny how Atsumu knew him like the back of his hand, even though Osamu would always sport a stoic face and hold onto his nonchalant demeanor.

"Nah, ya hearing things" The grey haired male shrugged, playing it cool. The blond sent him a weird glare but opted to ignore the other. Whatever was on Samu's mind he would figure out eventually.

"Man, I'm so excited" Atsumu rubbed his palms, warming them up in excitement "I've heard that Niiyama boss is a hot shot."

"Yeah, everyone knows it" the male rolled his eyes "Just don't try ta ruin everything, dumbass. Remember this 'Nee-san' woman is known for being hella strict" Osamu warned as they arrived the place.

White walls and black iron gates. The house of Niiyama held a imponent aura, as if the building tried to cover its backstory.

Back then, the place used to be a brothel; the most exquisite one, with women at its finest.

All of this for in one night, two years ago, everything take a turn and change completely: the women here rioted and took over the place. Now, Niiyama was a neutral sisterhood that sold information. Like an oracle, Nee-san knew everything.

"Oi Samu, what d'ya think she looks like?" Atsumu asked as he stopped the car engines.

"I dunno, I don't care." Osamu shrugged. They got out of the vehicle, eyeing the tall girl by the door. "Behave."

"Man, you're no fun" The blond whined while they both walked to the house entrance. "I should have brought Sunarin instead" He heard his brother say before the girl smiled at their presence.

"Good morning. It's a pleasure to have both Inarizaki oyabuns here today" The hostess said bowing at them "My name is Kanoka and I will take you two to Nee-san" She turned her back, opening the door.

"The pleasure is ours, Kanoka-san. We look very forward to meet with Nee-san" Atsumu was quite the flirt, hearing him being so polite would always be a surprise to Osamu.

Well, it was business involving Inarizaki after all.

"The feeling is mutual, Miya-san. It's a surprise you contacted us since your household never showed interest to do business with Nee-san before" Kanoka said without any malice while Atsumu hummed in acknowledgement.

Taking in his surroundings, Osamu noticed the emptiness of the mansion lobby; plain white walls with wide glass windows along a floor covered in white marble. No decoration items nor other people around, this clearness conferring a sad atmosphere to the ample house as this feeling kind of tickled him off.

He didn't have much more time to observe the room as the tall woman led them upstairs. There, the walls painted in the same white took the form of a corridor, as he recalled being being in this place only once to deal with some scumbag who owed Inarizaki money.

Back then, a burgundy wallpaper and golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling would make aesthetics for shady purposes. Now, even if the aesthetics were for the better, he didn't know what to feel about the building.

At the end of the corridor, a huge door stood imponent. Kanoka knocked the hard wood twice before signaling they both could enter the room.

"I can say it's a surprise to have the remarkable Miya twins at Niiyama" The soft timber welcomed them. Observing their surroundings, they spotted a woman standing by the windows; the morning's light made her skin glow as she slowly turned to face the duo.

Osamu felt his breath hitch in his throat, but the male would be lying if he said it was because of your beauty.

There was something about you that he would recognize even if he was blind.

Your eyes held the same dullness of his.

What a woman like you would have done to have the very eyes of a sinner like him?

"I heard you guys suffered some setbacks a while ago" The gray haired male saw his twin holding back a scoff at her words. The woman signaled them to sit as she took three cups and poured green tea into it. "I have a vague idea of it, but first I gotta know if you guys are willing to take what we have to offer" She stretched some wrinkles on her black dress, waiting for their response as she set the cups in front of them.

"We're pretty much worried to come at ya. As ya said, it's the first time Inarizaki meets Niiyama" Osamu couldn't hold the urge to talk to her "But we're putting lots of money on it. We ain't paying for tittle-tattle" It wasn't his intention to sound so harsh, but he didn't know how to feel about this place.

The male observed her neutral face as she took a sip from the rich tea, warily eyeing him.

"Do you know the difference between rumours and information, Miya-san?" The male opened his mouth to reply but she beated him to it "Rumour is when you and your Kobun, Suna, went to that love hotel and people assumed you were some sort of lovers" The flat tone held no provocation. It was just you stating you really knew things, and it still made him pissed. "Information is the fact you two went there to get rid of that Danzo guy involved with prostitution"

"How do ya know it?" He heard Atsumu's alarmed voice from his left. You turned your attention to the blond male, sighing.

"That's the point of Niiyama, Miya-san" His brother cursed as you kept collected "Don't worry, we didn't sell this info to anyone"

"And why is that?" It was his turn to ask.

"Because we appreciate what you did"

I like her sincerity, Osamu decided.

"Well, Inarizaki is known for protecting women" Atsumu's foul mouth stated, lacing each word with pride. You lifted an eyebrow at it, distaste briefly crossing your features — the only glimpse of emotion you showed in the whole conversation, he noticed.

"Very rich, considering you both handed your sister in a silver plate to Itachiyama"

Osamu heard the voices snickering. Pathetic.

You didn't even flinch when Atsumu slammed the porcelain cup onto the coffee table. You patiently waited for his outburst to unfold.

"We didn't come here ta be disrespected!"

"Did I lie, Miya-san?" Your question wasn't provocative, but bothered Osamu too.

"Atsumu, shut it" The gray haired man stared at you before continuing. "We have other matters to discuss. What do you know about Johzenji?"

The woman inhaled deeply, shifting on her seat.

"That's the problem. I don't know anything about it"

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honestsycrets · 4 years

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Hard Sell IV: Substitutes

❛ pairing | ivar x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | when his mother’s plan fails-- he can’t help notice Hvitserk getting a little too close.

❛ warnings | arguments, mention of slavery, impotency talk, mention of sex ‘toys’, lagertha x astrid reference, two way jealousy, mention of freydis x ivar (failed sex).

❛ sy’s notes | enjoy that mental picture okay? here you go, a sy 4B staple: jealousy, mention of sex, stupid boys with stupid issues.

He’s not sure of this.

Mother takes him to find a slave. Not just any slave-- she said-- a love slave. Someone that would make him feel good the nights where Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Bjorn were all having sex or otherwise occupied. Good enough, that’s fine, it’s okay. But…

“Isn’t this counterintuitive?” he asks, settled by her feet as she paced the dusty ground on her dainty, queenly feet.

“Do as I tell you and it will work,” he glances up, catching the sight of his woman-- his… you, walking inline with the men of your family. Not drunk, no, they’re rowdy all on their sober selves. They heave timber for trade near to where the slaves were traded. He catches your gaze as you run your hands together, drawing the wool scarf from your elbows up to cover your head.

God-- fuck. He wishes you wouldn’t do that. He can’t tear his eyes away. He knows why you’re dressed up. To draw in some lovely, drunk, stupid bastards to sell chunks of wood to. Your fingers flicker, tickling earrings that he knows his mother gave you. They’re gold. Your hand suddenly drops to pick up skirts, headed his way.

And he’s panicking. His heart strums out his chest, beating harder than any drummer could hit the skin of a drum, bounding out of his chest. “Ivar, which one do you want?”

You stop then.

Maybe you heard his mother speak. Your eyes have left him then, connecting with his mother’s hand, which held a lovely blonde lock of hair. And oh-- oh no, no, no. He wants to shout. When your eyes land back upon him, it’s with this pain. This soul wrenching, gut churning pain. He connects with your eyes again-- and it’s a slight shake that begs you not to listen to his mother.

But it’s impossible. Because you are.

You pull your dragging train and turn around. His heart drops into his stomach. He can’t bear it. Mother calls out to him again. “Ivar.”

“The blonde is fine, mother.”

The girl’s name is Freydis.

She is a little… attached, he realized. More than he needed her to be. She likes the attention. When he asks her to plate dinner and supply the ale, Ubbe chimes in. “Leave the girl alone,” Ubbe chews on his bone, flicking it onto his plate. Ivar has been abusing her all day, asking for her attention, because it’s fun and easy.

And he almost forgets that you’re there, sipping a soup that has gone cold. Your eye had followed him all evening like a dog after its bone. He likes that even. To be the one that was being watched. Even Bjorn had noticed-- and the man didn’t often notice what didn’t benefit him.

“She doesn’t mind,” Ivar cackles. “Do you, Freydis?”

It all came to a head when Ivar reached out, smoothed his palm over the curve of her well endowed ass, and squeezed. She doesn’t flinch, nor flick him off, but smiles as she pours him the ale. Her head is level, arrogant, pleased.

“No, Prince Ivar.”

The laughter dies on his tongue when you throw out your chair. It scratches along the planks, rivaled by the stomping steps that follow, beelining toward the door of the Great Hall even as Aslaug calls out your name.

“Look what you’ve done,” chimes Sigurd, his brother. Ivar, perhaps trying to convince himself, turns his head over one way and back. He draws a long sigh, trying to convince himself of what he’s about to say.

“She’s too sensitive.”

Hvitserk drops his bone and glances to Ubbe for guidance. Staring like a puppy after a ball, he’s careful to wait until after Ubbe pushes out his chair first. After all, he knows the sort of man Ivar is. He can’t be the first one out.

Ivar watches the whole time.

It isn’t like you don’t want Ivar to find happiness.

It’s the exact opposite.

He deserves to be happy, healthy, and well-kept. If that slave-- the thrall Freydis, could give it to him, all the better. You’re not sure what has changed. Only that… the disrespect bothers you. That’s it. You chuck a rock and watch it bounce off the waters, plip, plip, plip.

He dared confess that to you-- naked. On bath day no less! That was your day to chase away worries and relax and he had complicated that with thought of his body and his love. Then, like a flip of the next smooth rock in your hand, he moved on. Like you were exchangeable. Just like that.

“What is it with him?” you ask to the figure who has crept beside you. Hvitserk, you don’t need to ask, you know it’s him. He’s the type of jolly hopper that would come up with that goofy ass smile on his face.

“He’s Ivar,” he rumbles.

You didn’t need that. “I know who he is. I just don’t know why.”

Your hands connect with your upper arms and he hops a little closer while making sense of it. His hands, searching up your arms, eventually stop just below your shoulders. You flick the rock in your hand out to the sea.

“He’s young.” He answers, like he’s the fucking star pupil of how to be a man, and you exhale out of your scrunched up nose. “He doesn’t know how to get a woman .”

“Then he shouldn’t have-- he fucked with me, Hvitserk. He told me that he loved me. He had me naked! Now he’s over there groping that--”

“Maybe he does love you.”

“It’s a lie,” you bark out, because you’re angry, and because nothing makes sense when it has to do with Ivar. Not anymore, anyway. You used to think you could ask him to fetch you the moon and his dumbass would seek it out. Maybe that was his love, though. And maybe-- you had abused by ignoring his many signs.

“You could always come with me.”

To the Mediterranean. Except you promised Ivar you wouldn’t. You draw your scarf over your head. Hvitserk, knowing that you needed that attention and touch, drew it back down. His large hand settled over your slight shoulders. “Warm waters and wet--”

“Do not,” you warn him, putting up your finger. “I’m not one of your men.”

“C’mon,” he turns you around. You realize-- just then. He’s big, boding, handsome. Well, in the sense that his boyish face only told curious little secrets of his plans, buried in his swirling eyes. His thumb came up to caress your cheek of tears you hadn’t realized you spilled. “You can meet our uncle.”

Rollo the Traitor.

Exciting.

Hvitserk laughs. “You can at least make Ivar jealous.”

Did you even want that? Your turn, connecting your fist with Hvitserk’s shoulder. “You’re not my taste, Hvitserk.”

He cocks a smile. “I’m everyone’s taste, sweet thing.”

You couldn’t pretend that-- that didn’t make you flutter. Just a little.

The next time he sees you, it’s with Hvitserk.

Hvitserk has this thing he does. A thing that gets every woman to coo or some shit. He picks a shitty looking flower, presents it to the girl, and boom. Instant sex. In this case, however, you punch him in the shoulder.

“You think a puny little flower is going to do it? Do I look easy to you, Hvitserk? You must think I look easy.”

“I don’t see any other men picking you flowers.”

...there was a point there. One that Hvitserk has enough weight in that you look down, and he tips your chin back up, laughing almost. It was a joke! It was a joke!

It did not feel like a joke.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, dragging himself over the ground, getting closer. Thwacking his brother’s leg, he gets his attention. Just to save you from Hvitserk. Not at all because he was jealous or worried or anything. You probably were tired of puny flowers tucked behind your ear.

“Go away,” he rumbles.

Hvitserk does. But only after you nod. Which is annoying enough, because this attraction Hvitserk and you shared, it’s not natural. He knows its not. It’s almost… as if…

“Take that stupid flower out of your hair,” Ivar tells you, dragging his feet around to sit up in the grassy blades. He wipes his hands over his brown trousers before folding them over his chest.

“Oh stupid?” you chuff out a laugh. “Hvitserk got it just for me.”

You emphasize ‘just for me’ in a way that makes his skin crawl. It’s some sort of revenge for the thrall-- Freydis-- who he slept in bed with every night. They kissed on occasion, touched one another, but he never could finish… you weighed on his mind, on his body that failed him that night. Hvitserk was different. He was… like his brothers. He didn’t give a ratsass who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted.

“I’m sure he did.” He glares. “And the rest of the women of Kattegat too.”

“You can’t let me have this, can you?” You sit on the grass beside him, still not plucking the flower from your hair. The sight is aggravating. That’s why he leans over, plucks it out, and crumbles it between his fingers like trash.

“Why are you here?” you ask, shoving him away. As if he’s surprised, Ivar balances himself and looks at you like he’s something wounded. He shouldn’t be. It’s boiling over the rim now, spilling over you and him, covering you both in rage.

You can’t share his feelings when you know that Ivar has nothing to worry about. In his mind, there was a whole boatload of reasons why he should be concerned. They began with his brother. Ended with… whoever else was sailing off to the Mediterranean. Like Bjorn. When he looked at you-- that’s the one he truly dreaded. Bjorn had no charm to women but sex. Sex made women do stupid… men.

“To stop you from doing something stupid.” Doing-- meaning Hvitserk. There he is, injecting himself in something that had nothing to do with him, absolutely nothing. “He doesn’t care about you.”

“Sex has nothing to do with caring,” you tell Ivar. His heart stops there, strumming out of his chest, because you dared to say it.

“You’ve had sex with him?” he presses.

“Ivar.”

No, you hadn’t. He exhales, his eyes softening from their wild state, and he realizes what Hvitserk must be doing. He must be trying to take you with him to the Mediterranean. Aggravating sack of shit.

“You have that slave so stop managing my body as if it’s yours.”

“She’s not-- mother thought she would make you jealous.”

“Your mother?”

He looks down, his eyes stuck on his pants, even as you climb over him. He’s suddenly overwhelmed, his hands hovering in their place, unsure where to land. Your hands turn his cheek over, caressing his sideburns. He glances around, sure that someone is watching, and supports your weight with his hands.

“She thought you would… think,” he stutters. “We’ve been together.”

“And have you?”

“I can’t.”

“Now that’s a lie.” You laugh-- because the other day, on the back of his affection, you felt him. Ivar falls back on the pier, his hand over his forehead. And oh, he’s serious. You know when he begins to avoid you, avoid the topic.

“It’s not an issue with… It is keeping it.”

You’re not sure how to help that. You only know how to comfort him by laying at his side. Until a thought itches at the back of your mind. “You know,” he peers through the space of his meaty fingers. “There are other ways to--”

“Gods,” he barks your name. “That is not a substitute to pleasing a woman.”

“I hear Lagertha has Astrid use a horn.”

“A horn?” he asks bewildered, sitting up on his forearms now. You’ve rolled off to the side, using your fingers for emphasis. “You know, to--”

“What is the point in that? Could she not just have used--”

“Ragnar? I heard Astrid loved him. Perhaps Lagertha didn’t want to share.”

“Enough, enough. I meant her tongue.” He regrets ever having mentioned it. His fingers shift among his face, laughing deep enough in his discomfort that his cheeks gained colour. He doesn’t know what to say. But a part of him is curious when you climb over him again-- and it feels right. Your hand buries in his hair, dragging him close. “But did it work?”

“Yes!”

His fingers flick-- almost certainly curious. Based on the warmth bubbling in his belly-- it’s worth a shot. Hvitserk be damned, he wouldn’t ruin this for him. “Do you think… it would work?”

“Are you asking me? Or the girl?”

He pauses-- was that jealousy there? You already know the answer and yet, you push him on to say it. Just to hear it from his lips. “Just you.”

“Then I’d say… yes.” He wonders what that yes is to; sex or love. He has a mind to think it’s both; t's good enough for him.

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