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ofhoneyandrosepetals · 4 years

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The Favourite of the Gods

anon requested: Hi! Could you make an imagine where the reader is ivar girlfriend or is very close to him, and instead of killing Sigurd he kills her by accident when she tries to stop him? Pleaseeee

Pairing: Ivar x reader

Warnings: bit of violence

Word count: 1,886

Length: one-shot

A/N: I wanna thank the anon for requesting this - it sure was a fun thing to write! Already making good time of the quarantine. Stay safe and enjoy xx

Being as close to Ivar as you were had its ups and downs.

Ivar was always very kind and attentive with you. You’ve been by his side for as long as you could remember - you two always played together when you were kids. Aslaug took care of you when you were at the Great Hall, fulfilling as she could the absence of your long deceased mother - a shield-maiden, fighting side by side with Lagertha, the first wife of Ivar’s father.

Ivar and his temper weren’t strangers for you, but most of times you weren’t in his danger area - you could count on one hand the times he had been rude to you, but you were never the reason of it. Also, he had never lost his temper towards you.

How could he?, you being truly loyal to him. You were different from the other kids - you didn’t avoid him and you didn’t paid him any pity behavior. Ivar was simply a kid who couldn’t walk. What was the big deal?

It was no surprise that, as you two grew, so did your feelings for each other.

And it wasn’t a surprise that none of you had the guts to tell each other.

And everyone could see it, except both of you.

But always being by Ivar’s side had a couple of low points, the very first of them being the target of silly stupid jokes of his brothers. The worst of them was Sigurd in the first place, followed by Hvitserk and then Ubbe. In front of you Ubbe was kind, but when he was with his brothers his behavior would totally change.

You never cared about all of that, but Ivar couldn’t help himself - he always snapped at his brothers, mainly Sigurd.

People of Kattegat would always whisper about you - were you two together? How could you like Ivar, one way or another?

You didn’t care for any of it, as long as you had Ivar there with you. He was different not only from his brothers, but from all the people of Kattegat - he was extremely clever, perseverant and had the most unique humour. What the Gods took from him they gave him other things in exchange.

It was no wonder that, when Ivar came back from Wessex without Ragnar and decided to avenge him with the Great Army, you tagged along. Not in the war, of course - you weren’t a warrior, neither a shield-maiden. You were just you, Ivar’s best friend, the daughter of the smith. Ivar’s love interest - although you didn’t know that.

The Great Army won, and the Ragnarssons were having a feast - Ivar insisted that you joined him at the table with his brothers, but you declined, claiming that only family should be there.

“You are family, Y/N,” he said.

“I mean only the Ragnarssons, Ivar,” you said in a sweet tone.

“Yeah little brother, only men here. Put her in the table with the other women, where she belongs,” Sigurd said. His comment hurt your feelings, for it was quite unnecessary.

“Come on, there is no need for that,” argued Ubbe. Ivar’s gaze was at Sigurd, his jaw clenching, his hands in fist, trying to contain his anger. You held his fist and whispered at his ear:

“It is your victory, Ivar. Do not let him ruin it. I will be fine, truly,” you gave him a soft little smile.

“You will sit at Harald’s table. That is the closest,” Ivar’s tone showed that it would be no argument over it. You nodded and sat between Harald and Halfdan.

“I guess being Ivar’s puppy does not grant you much advantages as you imagined, right?” Halfdan said.

“I am not his puppy,” you said only.

“Of course not,” it was his response.

You were used to these kind of comments, so it didn’t bother you so much.

“He might be young, but he is very much clever,” you said.

“At what point?” Harald asked figuratively.

“To all the points. He is the favourite of the Gods.”

“Favourite of the Gods?” Mocked Halfdan. “It is no wonder that the Gods have a different type of humour,” you slammed your fist at the table.

“The Gods act in the most different ways, that is for sure. But you do not, ever, should doubt of them. Ivar is the favourite of the Gods.”

“Whatever you say. We are just their toys anyway. We only fit to give them joy.”

Ivar was paying attention to what was happening at your table.

“So,” Bjorn stands up and raises his horn. “Our victory was greatly succeeded. Skål!”

Everyone raised their horns.

“Skål!” You said along.

As Bjorn sat down, Ivar began explaining he would stay, but to make use of the Great Army, and not to settle down as a farmer. Many amount of people cheered at him, including you. With an army as great as this one, who would want to stay and settle, like Ivar said? There it was a chance to attack and raid and leave being conquerors.

As the warriors were occupied talking with themselves, cheering, it seemed to you that the Ragnarssons were having some kind of disagreement. You’ve been by their side long enough to know when the thing was beginning to get serious. Sigurd felt uncomfortable on his seat.

“Who among you will follow me?” Ivar began again, ignoring his brothers. “Who will follow me into battle, for the love of Odin, the All-Father?!” Most of men were cheering Ivar, applauding him. You followed them into shouts.

The discussion among the Ragnarssons took place over the table again, this time between Sigurd and Ivar. This couldn’t be a good sign - of course any discussion between these two was a bad thing, but Ivar was already pissed at Sigurd for not letting you sit with them. This could only end badly.

“We have to stick together,” Sigurd was reasoning.

“Frankly, dear Sigurd, I do not care what you say; the truth is, I would not even piss down your throat even if your lungs were on fire,” Ivar said that loud enough so everyone could hear it. You were already standing up, hands on the table, ready to take a step if needed. Everyone laughed of Ivar’s comment.

“Well, maybe that is because you are not really a man, are you… Boneless?” Sigurd had a petulant tone. You had no idea what Sigurd was talking about, nor what did he meant. Ivar freezed, apparently in shock. You went around the table, ready to go up where they were. Ivar was silent while Harald and Halfdan declared their intentions, whether they’re going with Bjorn into the Mediterranean or having other business elsewhere.

Bjorn provoked Ivar about his intentions with the Great Army.

“After all, what kept the Ragnarssons together was the death of their father.”

Ivar leaned on the table, shoving away his shockness. “Who does not want to treat the army together maybe it is you, who wants to go away to sunny places! Everyone else can follow me,” you knew well enough that slightly hint that took over Ivar’s tone.

Sigurd got up, raising his voice. “I do not want to follow you, Ivar. You are crazy. You have the mind of a child,” Ivar growled.

“And all you do is play music, Sigurd,” Ivar showed his teeth.

“I am just as much a son of Ragnar as you are.”

“I am not so sure. As far as I remember, Ragnar did not play the oud…”

Bjorn interrupted them, trying to make it stop.

“This has nothing to do with you!” Ivar’s tone was one of those, when he was about to completely lose his mind.

“That is not going to end well,” you said to yourself, preparing to climb.

“I guess it must be hard for you now that your mommy is dead, knowing she is the only one who ever loved you,” Sigurd said and, as he said it, you reached at the table.

It was no secret that Aslaug was a sensible matter to Ivar.

“Ivar,” you called him, but his movements were too fast. And you were too late.

When you were right in the line of his sight, his axe was already leaving his hand, aiming at Sigurd. But who could know that you would’ve stayed right in front of Sigurd, just seconds before the axe would hit him?

At first you felt the biggest pressure on your chest, followed by an excruciating pain. Then it was hard to breath and you felt yourself trembling. You couldn’t stop looking at Ivar.

“Stop,” you said too late. It felt like your entire body was late. You extended your arm in Ivar’s direction.

He was in shock. What had he done? When he saw you extending your arm to him he left the chair, crawling to you as you fell.

“Oh by the Gods, what have you done? What have I done? Why didn’t you stay where you were?” His voice was trembling, his eyes already soaked. His hands were caressing your loose hair and your cheeks.

“Because…” It felt impossible to talk. “Because you could not live…” You sighed. “You could not live with Sigurd’s death at your hands…”

“No, you silly woman,” he sniffed. “I could not live with your death. I cannot live without you, Y/N. I can’t,” his tears dropped at your cheeks.

“I… I did not know you would…”

“Me neither. I… I lost my shit, I am so sorry, Y/N. And once again you had to pay for it,” more tears fell.

“I only wanted…”

“To stop the argument, I know my dear, I know,” he touched your forehead with his. “I love you, Y/N. I have always loved you, and not for a second I stopped. I am so sorry, I am so sorry I could only say it now, and not sooner. What kind of a man am I?”

“You are… Ivar… the Boneless…” You made the greatest of the efforts to raise your hand and touch his lips. “I…”

“What?” He said desperate, looking for the words on your face.

“I lo…”

“Y/N? Oh no, no Y/N, just stay with me, stay with me, Y/N!”

“I love you too… my Ivar,” you shut your eyes; you couldn’t take it anymore.

Ivar couldn’t stop shouting your name, and eventually he screamed to the sky, a roar that could’ve reached Valhalla, so everyone in the whole nine worlds would know about your tragedy.

You felt your strength leaving you, your life vanishing. It was calm.

Everyone was looking astonished at Ivar and you. If it wasn’t for you, Ivar would’ve killed Sigurd. He fell on the chair, not believing for a moment how his fate changed in a matter of short seconds.

“No…” It was all what Hvitserk could manage.

Ivar again roared at the sky, and this time thunders answered him, as if Thor was hitting his Mjolnir, letting everyone know about what just happened. The sky became darker and darker until the rain came, washing your blood from the wood while Ivar stayed by your side, holding your hands.

“There it is,” said Halfdan lowly.

“What?” Asked Harald.

“Ivar the Boneless. The favourite of the Gods.”

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captnbarnesrogers · 6 years

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The 5 Times Harry Styles Was Just Harry

Pairing/Characters: Harry Styles x Reader Warnings: Swearing, angsty-ish, oral sex (FR) Summary: In short, Harry is sweet, friendly, protective, attentive, and loving. Word Count: 4.3k+ A/N: Hope y’all like this!

Harry Styles likes to consider himself a simple man. Excluding the fact that he’s an internationally known superstar. But he doesn’t really like to take to that label. It shouldn’t be mistaken that he doesn’t love his job because he does. He loves to perfom. There’s nothing more exhilarating to him than to be up on stage, singing his songs and his songs being sung to him right back. He’s grateful. But he is, nevertheless to himself, just Harry. Human.

He walks in the streets of New York City, the cold wind of fall sneaking its way through his jacket, the barely-there-heat of the sunlight striking through his sunglasses. He stops by a nice cafe, almost dimly lit as it always was, and enters it. He stops just in front of the cooler, looking at the options of croissants, muffins, cookies and such. He settles on a blueberry muffin and a latte. He waits in line behind a girl who seems to be scattering her things atop of the counter.

“Sorry, I just- Give me a sec.” He can tell she feels bad although the line behind her wasn’t at all long, it was just him. She sighs and looks down, placing her hand on her forehead, “I think I might’ve left my wallet at home. I’m sorry.” He takes a step in front of her and hands the cash to the cashier. She looks up at the man who’d just paid for her coffee, giving him a stare which could only mean ‘thank you’. He nods as she puts her things back into her bag; a few receipts, a little black book, some pens and her phone.

“Hi Harry.” Cassidy the cashier greets, “Just the usual?”

“Yeah, thanks, mind addin’ a blueberry muffin with tha’?”

“Not at all.” She replies with a smile. The girl, who Harry’s paid a coffee for, waits for him to grab his order. She’s hesitent. Just for a moment though. As he walks out, she chases after him.

“Harry?” The wind blows against her face, making her hair fly just across it. Harry turns around to be met by your soft features.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to thank you,” you gestured to your take-away cup, “life savior, you are.”

“S'all good…” Waiting for you to answer with your name.

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” You lend out your hand for him to shake, in which he does, “How can I pay you back?” He pauses for a moment and smiles.

“Jus’ don’ forget yeh wallet next time, though, I won’ hold it against yeh if yeh do, I won’ complain.” You giggled and nodded as he walked away.

Harry is sweet.

As soon as you stepped out of your bedroom door, a doe-eyed, Alexis (your college roommate) standing just outside, a smile widely plastered across her almost perfectly tanned face, you knew she needed something. You stared at her questioningly and walked straight past her but as you expected, she followed you like a lost puppy.

“What is it Alexis?” You asked, pouring some over-boiled coffee into an over-used mug.

“So, um one of the frat houses are hosting a party-” When the words left her lips, you laughed.

“What’s new?”

“Well I actually got invited this time.” You raised an eyebrow, asking who had invited her, “Foster Harding��”

“The star quarterback? What is this? A chick flick?” You laughed, sipping at your hot beverage.

“Y/NNNNNN, pleaseeeeee! It’s one party!” Alexis grabbed your arm and shook it. You sighed and walked away.

“I can’t, I have to study for the in-class case study, Lex.”

“C’mon, Y/N, there’s booze, food, boys… and BOOZE.” She hugged you and squeezed you tight, “Pleaseeee, pretty please?” You sighed once more and smiled at her.

“Fine, we need to be back before twelve, okay?” She squealed and jumped around.

“Yes! Okay! You got it!”

By nine o’clock, you were both ready to go. You chose to wear some jeans and an off-shoulder top with some chucks while your roommate decided on a dress and some heels which you knew she would regret later on that night. The frat house, which you both agreed to travel by foot on, was not even ten minutes away, seven minutes if you walked at the slowest pace. The fresh breeze felt so calming against your skin which was only to be ruined by the humid air inside the frat house. Heat and sweat surrounded you both with a touch of extremely loud music. Alexis dragged you through the crowd by hand and led you at the couches by the stairs. Two men stood up when they saw you both emerge from the crowd. One man, with almost angelic features, familiar to you already. He held his hand out for you to shake, the music in the background becoming slow and quieter.

“Y/N, this is Foster and Harry, Harry and Foster, this is Y/N.” You shook both of their hands and smiled at them.

“We actually kno’ each other.” Harry interjects. Alexis’ eyes widen and looks at you.

“Really now?” You nod your head.

“Hi Harry.” You hadn’t noticed before but he had yet to let go of your hand. You pull away softly and smiled at him. He gestured you sit down next to him.

“Well, Foster and I are gonna get some drinks, you guys want some?” Harry lifts his red cup and you shake your head.

“So, how are you?” You ask, making conversation with the curly headed man before you. He nods and smiles, taking a sip from his red cup.

“A’ve been alrigh’, tourin’ an’ stuff is busy, but I finally get a break from it all and get t’visit some mates.”

“That’s good.”

“Wha’ ‘bout you? Been bringin’ yeh wallet around I see.” He points at your purse, dangling from your wrist. You giggle.

“Yep, lesson definitely learned.”

“Do yeh go here?” He once again takes a sip.

“Colombia?” He nods, “Yes, I do.”

“Wha’s it like?”

“It’s good, just normal college stress but other than that, I’m doing pretty well.” From then on, you both couldn’t stop talking but from what you could hear, you were the only one who was talking, and he was listening.

“Okay, I feel like I’ve been conned.” He looks at you with concern in his eyes, “You’ve been listening to me all night and I’ve just been running my mouth, I mean, I don’t even know the first thing about you except that your name is Harry.”

“Wha’ d’yeh wan’ t’kno’? M’an open book.”

“Well, who are you? Other than that guy from One Direction that everyone pawns over.” He laughs, his eyes slightly squinting.

“Everyone pawns ov’a me?” You nod, hand over your mouth to cover a laugh, “Well, i’s a hard question, innit?” He starts to gaze over the now almost empty fraternity lounge. He looks back at you and smiles softly, “I like everythin’ t’be simple, I like coffee in th’mornin’s, m’favourite colours are blue an orange… When m’not workin’ m’prob’ly talkin’ t’Gemma, m’sister, or m’mum.”

“You are a very simple man, Harry Styles.”

“Thanks, I try t’be.” You looked down at your phone, 3:22 AM.

“Shit!” You stood up and looked around for a sign of Alexis who, right now, was nowhere to be seen.

“Wha’s wrong, love?”

“Time slipped away, I don’t know, it went so fast, I have a case study this morning.” You unlocked your phone and began ringing Alexis who failed to answer your call three times, “Alexis is supposed to be coming home with me.”

“She’s prob’ly with Foster.” He gently put his hand on your shoulder to calm you down from your frantic movements, “I could walk yeh home? Could always jus’ find m’way back, yeh live on campus, yea?” You nodded, “C’mon then.” He took you by the hand and let you outside where the air you were met with was cooler than the hours before. You both start walking and Harry notices your hand, rubbing your arms to warm yourself up, “Cold?”

“Just a bit breezy.” You chuckle. He takes off his plain black jacket and covers your shoulders with it, “Oh, thank you.”

“S’not a problem.”

“How long have you known Foster?” You turn to him.

“No’ too long, couple’f years, met him through a friend, he’s a cool kid.” You nodded, “Wha’ ‘bout Alexis? How long’ve yeh known her?”

“We met each other at orientation day and then we were put in the same dorm room, been best friends ever since.” There was a comfortable silence when you walked up the steps of your dorm, “Well, this is me.”

“This is you.” He chuckles, almost nervously if you observed it right.

“Thank you for walking me home.”

“I’s’all good, I really liked talkin’ with yeh, talkin’ so much tha’ yeh forgot wha’ time it was.” You giggled.

“I should go inside.” He gestured to the door.

“Go for it.” You waved him goodbye and began to trek up the stairs to your room. You went to go scratch your shoulder, only to realise that Harry’s jacket was still slung over you. You gasped and began running back down, meeting Harry going down your doorsteps.

“Harry!” You called out, making him turn around.

“Yeah?” You took off his jacket, handing it to him.

“Your jacket.” He looked down at it and smiled.

“Keep it, give it back when I see yeh again.”

“What makes you think that we’ll see each other again?”

“Nothin’, jus’ hopin’ you’ll forget yeh wallet when yeh come by the café tomorrow.” You laughed.

“Okay, ‘til we see again?” He nods and smiles before walking away.

Harry is friendly.

After your final exam, relaxation washes over you. Of course, Alexis suggests that you, Foster, some of Foster’s friends and herself should go out and get drunk to celebrate. An offer you could not refuse after the stressful years’ worth of work and never-ending panic attacks.

You all start the night off at a party in one of the frat houses, aiming to get a little buzzed. When the buzz started, you all left to visit a nearby bar, the aim, by now, to get absolutely plastered. Dimmed lights provided by two lamps behind the bar and fairy lights scattered fashionably against the walls and windows, decorated the almost too-crowded bar. You followed Foster, who was holding Alexis’ hand, towards a table in the corner. You felt a hand graze your backside, making you shift around to be met by Chase and Leo, two of Foster’s friends. They were both seeming to be chatting to each other, so you disregard the feeling bubbling inside you. A loud cheer disrupted your thoughts and as Foster shifted to the side, you were met by Harry’s eyes. The buzzed feeling throughout your body left so suddenly when he smiled at you. Your thoughts were once again disrupted when Chase slipped his hand around your waist, making you flinch and almost lunge forward. You nervously chuckled and pulled away from him to hug Harry.

“Hi!” Almost to cheerfully, you slapped yourself mentally.

“Yeh look good, love.” He comments on your skirt, turtleneck and chucks.

“Thank you.” Chase and Leo suddenly and forcefully move past you to introduce themselves to Harry who gives you a warm smile and them a restless but friendly greeting face. Foster, Chase, and Leo move over to the bar to grab everyone some drinks whilst Alexis goes to the toilet. You sit down and face Harry who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He notices your nervous jitters.

“Yeh okay, Y/N? Everythin’ alrigh’?” You nod, “Sure?” You nod again. Chase is the first one back out of the three of them. He places a drink right in front of you and his arm slings across your shoulder. Harry looks at the guy next to you, almost staring him down if you will. He felt uneasy around this guy, he couldn’t imagine how you would’ve felt with his arm around you. Chase pushes the drink towards you which was unusually bubbly.

“Actually, Chase, I’m taking a break for now, I’m feeling a bit sick, thanks though.” You push the drink away from you.

“C’mon, Y/N, don’t be such a party pooper.”

“I’m not,” you take his thumb between your forefinger and thumb and unsling it from your shoulders, “I just don’t want that drink and I can buy drinks for myself.”

“Whatever.” He says, taking a sip of his beer. You smile at Harry who was intently staring at Chase. You tap him with your foot, making him acknowledge your sweet smile. You stand up and walk to the bar. As you wait to be served, Chase appears right beside you, “I just bought you a drink, why don’t you drink that?”

“Not really a fan of vodka sodas.”

“Tell me what you want, I’ll get it for you, just go sit back down.” His smile was sluggish, a sign that he was beginning to be intoxicated. You shook your head.

“I’ll just get my own drink, it’s fine.”

“Why are you being like this, Y/N?” He slams his drink down on the bar top.

“Like what?”

“Rude.” You scoff.

“I’m not being rude, Chase, I just don’t want a fucking vodka soda!” Suddenly his hand was around your waist. He pulls you over to him. His breath smelling like beer and straight whiskey, “Chase, let go of me, you’re drunk.”

“You look so pretty, baby, you’ve been giving me the eyes all night.” Your palms meet his chest trying to push him away, “Come home with me, Y/N, I’ll show you a good time.” He leans forward, his lips puckered, and suddenly he was pushed away from you.

“She said let go, mate.” You hide behind Harry. His eyes were furious when the light at the bar shone on them. You held onto his arm.

“Harry.” You warn softly. You notice the drink Chase had offered you moments ago in his hand, untouched.

“I’d move away if I were you, man, this doesn’t involve you.”

“It does now tha’ you’ve tried t’kiss, m’friend when she clearly doesn’t wan’ anythin’ t’do with yeh.” Chase rolls his eyes and shoves Harry, “Yeh fuckin’ drunk, I suggest yeh go home.”

“Chase, go home.” You say firmly.

“Whatever, you’re a 2 outta 10 prude anyway, Y/N, you’d only be good for a pity fuck.” You feel Harry tense against you which made you squeeze his arm, gesturing that it was okay. Chase leaves, struggling to walk and as soon as he was out of the bar. You let out a big and much-needed breath. Harry turns around and caresses your cheek.

“Are yeh okay, Y/N?” You nod. He calls over a bartender who takes the drink away, “I knew somethin’ was wrong, m’sorry I didn’t tell him t’fuck off earlier.”

“You’re not obliged to.”

“But I wan’ t’.” He engulfs you in a hug, “It’d hurt me if somethin’ happened to yeh, lovey.”

“You’re too sweet, Harry.”

“Nah, I just like yeh an’ I care ‘bout yeh a bunch.” He kisses the top of your head. You pull away and look up at him with a smile.

“You like me?” He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles nervously, “I like you too, Harry.” He leans into you.

“Yeh okay with this?” You nod. He steals a kiss from your lips and smiles into you.

“God, that was good.” You say as you pull away before capturing his lips on yours once again.

“If anyone tries t’do tha’ t’yeh again, I’ll rip em t’shreds.”

“Go for it, tiger.” You laugh, pulling him in for another kiss.

Harry is protective.

It’d been a year after Harry asked you to be his girlfriend when you finally moved in with him. He was so happy when you said yes. You still remember the smile on his face and the way he lifted you up and kissed you all over. It really is true what they say, you don’t know a person until you live with them and up until you moved in with Harry, you thought you knew everything about him. But when you finally got to sleep in the same bed every night he was home, you discovered more things than you bargained for, though you were never regretful of it.

The door opened and your boyfriend, a man who was a sight for sore eyes, walked in and engulfed you into a hug, kissing your temple.

“Wow, you’re feeling extra loving today.” You giggle, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Wha’? I can’t give m’girl a bit o’ lovin’?” You offered him a cookie which you had made that morning. He opened his mouth and you placed a cookie in between his lips for him to bite. He grabs the cookie as he bites it and compliments your baking, “So, when we first properly met-”

“At Foster’s party?” He hummed in response.

“Well, I ‘ave a surprise for yeh.” From the inside of black trench coat, he produced a brown paper bag. It was all too familiar to you. It had a chirpy bee on the front, waving ‘hello’.

“No way.” You grabbed the paper bag that was dangling in front of you and laughed in surprise when you opened the stapled bag. You pulled out the black and yellow tights and laughed, covering your mouth.

“I remembered yeh talkin’ ‘bout these tights tha’ night so I went on a hunt.” You jumped him and he wrapped his arms around you.

“This is amazing, thank you, Harry.” You pulled away from him, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips. He caught on so quickly to your innocent little stare and smirked. He captured your lips between his and lifted you up onto the counter. He couldn’t care less about the fact that you squirmed when he touched underneath your thighs, complaining that they were “too big” or you were “too heavy”. He didn’t care. He loved every single inch of you. You felt his breath against your neck, making you laugh due to a ticklish spot, “Harry!” You laughed.

“Am absolutely not sorry.” He smiles against you.

“I know.” He licks a stripe up your neck, making you roll your eyes back. You feel him suck your skin, “Babe, I need to not turn up to my internship like I’ve been attacked by an octopus.”

“Fine, I’ll leave it in places they can’t see.” He trails kisses down your chest, your hands bunched up in his hair as you tremble in his hands. His hands were warm, his mouth pulling away from you as he lifts up your top, throwing it on the floor and going back to his assault down your shivering body. Your legs wrapped around his waist when you leaned back onto the counter, his lips still going down. You panted heavily when he rested his lips just above your pelvic bone. He looked up at you and smiled devilishly before licking his lips and pulling down your pyjama shorts. You inhaled sharply when he kissed your hooded nub before sucking at it. He lays his tongue flat and quickly licks up over and over again. You pulled his hair and cried out when his tongue delved into you, “Harry!” He rubbed your clit with his thumb as he flicked his tongue inside of you, “Oh god, oh fuck, oh fucking- OH MY FUCKING GOD, Har, Har, Har, I’m gonna cum!” His fingers dug into your quivering thighs, you gripped his hair tightly and cried out when you released all over his tongue. You panted and chanted out his name, his hand gripping your breast.

“Yeh so fuckin’ beautiful, pet.” You sat back up and kissed him passionately. He pulls away and whispers an ‘I love you’ against your lips. He bends down and grabs your top, passing it to you which made you look at him quizzingly.

“Don’t you want to?...”

“I ‘ave t’make a very important phone call but best yeh believe if yeh not on the bed an’ ready by the time I get back, tha’ arse will be red raw.” You kissed him once more before he steps out onto the balcony.

Harry is attentive.

Harry couldn’t have forgotten. You’d both been planning it for weeks while you were both in bed, whilst one was yelling out ideas from the shower. Today, there was not one phone call, one tweet, or one text. You couldn’t help but be a little upset. Harry couldn’t have forgotten your birthday. After all, he kept telling you it was the most important event of the year for him, “more important than Christmas an’ New Year’s combined”.

Harry dropped his bag by the door when he came in and sighed. You weren’t in sight and he just wanted to cuddle you. He called out your name but no response. He walked through the lounge room and through the kitchen but no sign of you. He stepped into your shared bedroom and saw you lying down scrolling through your phone. He slipped under the covers with you and wrapped his arms around you but you didn’t acknowledge his existence at all.

“Tried callin’ yeh when I came in, yeh di’n’t answer?” He points out, kissing your shoulder.

“Didn’t hear you.”

“Oh.” Cold. You were so cold towards him, “Tha’s alrigh’”. You kept scrolling through your Instagram, refusing to receive his small and soft touches, “Wha’dya wan f’dinner?”

“You pick.” He pulled away from your warm body and sat up. Confusion flushed upon his face. Had you had a bad day? Had he done something wrong? He did let you know he’d be out early to head to the studio. He couldn’t figure out why you were being so cold towards him. Next thing he knew, you’d thrown the covers off of your body and left the bedroom. He followed you into the kitchen almost instantly and he stood by the arch facing the sink and bit the inside of his lip. You filled the kettle with water and set it down to boil. You began to make your coffee, pulling out the coffee granules, sugar, and milk, only to be gently shoved over by your boyfriend.

“I’ll do tha’” He suggests. You shake your head and grab the mug, mixing everything together. He was so confused. He couldn’t handle it, “Did I do summat? Why yeh so angry at me?”

“I don’t know, Har, did you?”

“M’not a fuckin’ mind reader, lovey.” You sighed and poured the boiling water into the mug. You wanted to cry. He had completely forgotten.

“So much for the most important event of the year, huh?” You retorted, walking away back to the bedroom. He stood there in confusion. His thoughts interrupted by the alarm on his phone probably reminding him to call work or something. As he goes to turn off the alarm, his eyes widen, and he smacks himself.

Be home early to make Y/N’s Birthday Dinner – Don’t forget the Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food!

“Fuck!” He stood in the middle of the kitchen with a realisation; not only did he forget the Phish Food, but he had completely forgotten your birthday.

When you heard the door close, you let out a sob. This was your first major fight, the one that made you cry. You’d had smaller and pettier fights before, but nothing to the point where you had tears in your eyes. You get that he’s been busy and you’re usually super understanding, but you felt unimportant. You had no right, you felt, but you knew he’d think otherwise. Before you knew it, you had slipped into a short nap, tears still flowing out of your eyes.

You were woken up by kisses being pressed on your cheek. He tried to kiss away the marks of streaming tears from your eyes, but you couldn’t help but turn away. He hugged you tightly with the covers in the way.

“M’so sorry, lovey, m’baby love, m’so so sorry.” He whispers between chaste kisses against your neck, “I di’n’t mean t’forget, I promise.” You laid still on your side. There was a large space where you faced, and he used that opportunity to slide into that space and look at you face-to-face. He felt like a failure when he saw the streaks of tears again, “Talk t’me, lovey, please.”

“It’s fine, Haz, I get it, you’re busy, I’m so-”

“Don’t say it, I’m sorry, I forgot, I was payin’ more attention to m’job than m’girl.” He kissed you, smiling softly when you finally kissed him back, “I love yeh, baby love.” He pulled the cover off of your body after he stood up and carried you bridal style to the dining room. Your eyes widened and your covered your mouth as you laughed in surprise. You look up at him and he meets your adoring stare, “S’the least I can do.” He kissed into your hair.

“Thank you.” You whispered as he set you down on the dining chair where you were faced with a candlelit dinner. He walked over to the freezer and pulled out a tub of ice cream, “Phish Food!” You squealed, clapping your hands like a happy child.

“Yeh favourite.” He sat down across from you and looked at you longingly before telling you what was on the menu for tonight, “Carbonara and your favourite cake which we can eat with the ice cream later.”

For the rest of the evening, Harry was nothing short of his charming self. Stolen kisses here and there, soft touches against your thigh.

“I love yeh more than I could eva show, Y/N.” He leaned over and kissed you softly, “But I hope, m’more than enough.”

Harry is loving.

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Christmas Party.

This is my gift for @idioddyssey for @pjosecretsanta2016 (it wont let me friggen tag) sorry its late!

I hope you like it! Also sorry if the formatting is messed up I had to post this from my phone :/

- A call came through just as Nico was putting groceries into his car. His sister’s face lit up his phone and he answered it.

“Pleaseeee Nico” Hazel pleaded over the phone. “Please come to the Christmas party.”

Nico sighed audibly. Again with the Christmas party.

It’s not that hates Christmas, but he prefers to share it with family and close friends and recently the company he works for decided to bring together its two branches, San Francisco and New York for one big joint Christmas party in New York, which means hundreds of employees that he doesn’t know.

“You have Frank going with you, why do I also have to be there?”

This time Hazel sighed, “Please Nico, Annabeth and Percy are going on holidays for Christmas, and Jason and Piper are going to visit Piper’s father. So it’s just going to be you, me, Frank, and Leo, if he doesn’t change his mind last minute and disappear again, it’ll be the last time you’ll see them till the new year.”

Hazel has a point, but the thought of putting on a pleasant face and playing nice with people he doesn’t know dissuades him, he does that enough as he travels between the branches as a HR representative, a job he doesn’t hate but doesn’t love, when does he also have to do it during the Christmas break?

“Pleaseeee Nico” Hazel begs after a few minutes of silence.

Nico knew that even he continued to say no he’s going get home to their shared apartment and she’s going to beg him all night.

“Fine. Okay.” he said, it’ll save him a night of torture.

Hazel let out a happy scream making Nico pull the phone from his ear to stop himself from being defended.

“Thank you! It’ll be fun, also you have to wear a Christmas hat, bye talk soon!”

Hazel hung up and Nico sighed. He was going to regret going.

- He didn’t.

Well, he did, but not as much as he thought.

A few people teased him for the santa hat he was wearing, but it was very entertaining to watch people he worked with get drunk.

The night had started off simple enough, a few speeches, the bosses thanking everyone for a great year of work, exchanging of secret santas, Nico had given Annabeth a book on Architecture, and he had received a $20 gift voucher to Hot Topic, which many people found hilarious.

And then came on the drinks and it seemed like everyone was drinking with the goal to get drunk.

Nico wasn’t, while he did occasionally had a drinks with friends, he was only 20 and wasn’t big on drinking in front of his bosses.

Nor was Percy, who Nico was pretty never had a drink in his life, though Annabeth did, Nico figured out when she came stumbling up to him.

“Nico!” She said loudly, wrapping her arms around him to give a tight squeeze, he tried to escape her grip before accepting that he was being hugged.

“Thank you so much for the present” she whispered to loudly in his ear.

Nico gave her a raised eyebrow as she pulled away.

“Percy told me, sorry” she said, whisper-yelling again.

Nico smiled, “it’s cool, glad you liked it” he said.

It wasn’t hard to buy for Annabeth, she was constantly raving on about architecture and studying it part-time, he only spent 30 seconds deciding what to get her.

Annabeth smiled a knowing smile and leaned it, “I know who got you your present.”

Nico was about to ask when Percy called out.

“Annabeth! There you are!”

He walked over and pressed a kiss to her cheek, “We should get going soon, our flight leaves at 7 in the morning.”

Annabeth nodded and hugged Nico again, he just let it happen this time, “Merry Christmas!”

Percy gave him a pat on the back and a smile, “Merry Christmas Nico.”

“Merry Christmas guys, have fun on your vacation.” he said with an easy smile, he had once had a crush on Percy and resented Annabeth, but it was had to hate either of them when he saw them together, it was easier to move on when he saw how much Percy loved her, how much they loved each other.

They left and Nico took a seat next to the nibbles table, idly played with the food when Will came over.

“Nico!” He said loudly. Nico had to suppress a groan.

It wasn’t like he hated Will, in fact he did enjoy Will’s company just as much as everyone else. It was just that Will was always so bright and happy, it was difficult to deal with everyday of the week, and Nico assumed drunk Will was worst.

“How you been?” Will asked in a drunken slur. Will was only freshly 21 so he probably took any opportunity to get drunk.

“I’m good Will, how are you?” he asked, attempting polite conversation.

“I'mmm…” Will blinked slowly as he trailed off, after a moment he started tipping sideways. Nico stood quickly to catch him but Will caught himself at the last second and straightened up.

“I’m good, I’m good” he said, holding up his hands.

Nico raised an eyebrow, “I think you should go home.”

Will nodded slowly, Nico reached out and grabbed his arms to keep him steady.

“Will? You need to go home.”

Will stared at him with deep concentration, “Nico,” he said softly. “Nico, I like you so much, but I’ve always been scared to say it because I think you hate me, Nico, Nico, I think I’ve loved you since the first day we met.”

Then there’s silence, Nico can even hear the music even though he’s pretty sure there are people in China who can, everything just sounded like white noise.

Will just confessed his love for him. “Nico!” someone called out, barely audible over his thoughts, which were like a raging river.

Nico dropped his hands and took a step back from Will when Leo came bounding up.

“Nico! Ha! Hazel’s had a bit to drink and now she think she’s magic.”

Nico looked at Will, who was swaying and didn’t seem to be focusing on anything. “You should go home Will” Nico said.

Will nodded, “yep, I got a taxi coming, see you next year.” he said before stumbling away.

Leo grinned, “Will got you that gift, ha! He was worrying so much about what to get you, I told him to get that gift card for you, hilarious!” Leo said with a grin.

Nico glanced back at Will as he disappeared through the door.

Is this why Will always found an excuse to see him at work? Why, even before they were friends, he would wave him goodbye and welcome him back whenever Nico left on trips? Nico didn’t hate Will, how could you hate someone with such a bright an infectious smile. Who looked like the son of a literal god.

He needed move on, Will was drunk and apparently Hazel was drunk, he needed to focus on that.

Nico looked back at Leo with narrowed eyes, “Hazel is only 20, Leo, why are you giving her alcohol?”

Leo held up his hands in surrender, “I swear I only gave her like two weak ass drinks.”

Jesus Christ, Leo might not live till Christmas if Hazel is as drunk as it sounds.

Nico followed Leo and pushed away his thoughts of Will.

Nico woke to the sound of vomiting.

Him and Frank managed to get Hazel home safely, with Frank driving and Nico sitting in the back with Hazel laying in his lap, sleeping.

He was definitely going to kill Leo.

His phone went off and his fumbled around trying to find it in his bed.

Will:

Nico’s stomach dropped, was Will going to text him sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.

Even the thought sent waves of disappointment through him. He was being ridiculous.

Nico opened the message.

I’ve got the biggest hangover. I wonder why, Nico thought. He seemed not to remember what happened or else that would’ve been the first thing he mentioned.

Nico: Yeah, you were pretty out of it last night, I had to tell you to go home.

Nico got out of bed and pulled on a loose shirt and made his way to the bathroom.

Hazel was knelt down in front of the toilet while Frank held her hair and rubbed her back.

“You okay?” Nico asked, not wanting to get to close since he could smell the vomit from the doorway.

Hazel turned slightly and gave him a thumbs up before throwing up again.

His phone went off as he turned away, he felt sick just hearing her throw up.

Will: Jesus, I don’t even remember getting home, I barely remember the party, I hope to lord I didn’t do anything stupid.

If Will didn’t remember then Nico wasn’t going to tell him.

Nico: I think you were fine, I only talked to you at the end of the night, you were fine.

“Who are you texting?” Hazel asked in a rough voice. She was now sitting in front of the toilet, Frank still rubbing her back, a worried look on his face.

Nico pocketed his phone and felt his face heat up slightly, “uh, Will, he was texting to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.”

“Oh, he was trying to find you last night, something about needing to tell you something very important” Frank said.

Nico felt queasy and he didn’t think it was from the smell. “Oh,” he paused to steady his voice, “I saw him at the end of the night, didn’t say anything” Nico lied, he hated himself for it but it was better if no one knew, for Will’s sake.

Hazel stood up shakily, Frank’s arm wrapped around her to keep her steady, “you should invite him over for Christmas, I heard he wasn’t able to make it back home to his mother” Hazel said.

He returned to his bedroom as Frank and Hazel returned to hers.

Nico: Hazel wants to invite you over for Christmas?

Nico sent the message and felt sick again, was he even going to be able to look Will in the face?

Minutes passed with no answer, then, just as Nico was going to get up and get some breakfast, Will replied.

Will: Do you want me there?

The question caught him off guard, Will had never asked this question before, and Nico had asked similar questions before. If Will didn’t remember the night before, why would he ask that question. Nico needed to question him.

Nico: Yes. 12 o'clock.

Nico spent a sleepless Christmas Eve Eve night trying not to think about Will’s hair and his eyes and his easy laugh and bright smile.

Then Nico spent a sleepless Christmas Eve night trying not to think about the next day, confronting Will. He managed to get hour sleep before waking up breathless with Will’s blue eyes in the forefront of his mind.

He sat in his bed for an hour trying to desperately to claw the dream from his brain, he hated himself for having it, and hated himself more for it not being the first.

The sound of footsteps made him leave his bed.

Hazel was up, starting to pull things out of the fridge.

“Morning” she said, looking much better then she did two days ago.

“Merry Christmas” he said, she abandoned her ingredients to walked over to the Christmas tree and grabbed a small present from the tree.

“It’s not much but, Merry Christmas” she said softly.

“I thought we agreed not Christmas presents” Nico protested but he accepted the present nonetheless.

“I know but I swear I spent nothing on it, just a little something to make you feel better” she said, then returned to her cooking.

Nico unwrapped the present to find a photo. It was a photo of all of them.

Him, Hazel, Frank, Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, Reyna, Grover, even Will.

Etched into the silver frame surrounding the photo was a single word, over and over again.

Family

Nico didn’t cry, but he came very close. He walked up to his sister and wrapped his arms around her.

“I thought you didn’t like hugs” she said with a small laugh.

“I’m making an exception” he said, giving her a final squeeze before pulling away, “I love you, Hazel”

Hazel beamed, “love you too, Nico.”

At 11:30, Hazel, Nico, and Frank were almost finished with lunch, when there was a knock on the door.

Nico, who had spent the last 15 minutes not really doing anything, made his way to the door.

The person on the other side knocked again before Nico reached the door.

“I’m coming, I’m-” Will stood on the other side of the door. “Will” said in a breathless whisper.

I think I’ve loved you since the first day we met.

“Merry Christmas” Will said cheerily, he shoved a present in Nico’s hands.

“Oh,” Nico said looking at the box with surprise, “you already gave me a gift.”

Will went red, “Ah, yeah, I’m sorry about that, Leo told me to get it, I didn’t realise it was a joke until you open it.”

Nico smiled and opened the gift, inside the box was a black scarf. Nico had to chuck his old one out because it was old and holy, so during winter his neck was always victim to the harsh winds.

Maybe it was the Christmas spirit, or maybe it was because he finally realised how his heart beat but he surged forward and hugged Will.

Will took a few moments but then he hugged Nico back.

“I like you so much,” Nico started, repeating Will’s own words back to him, “but I’ve always been scared to say it because I was unsure of my feelings, Will,” he paused and pulled away to look at Will’s face to see a surprised look, “I think I’ve loved you since the first day we met” Nico said, he wasn’t sure until the words flowed from his mouth.

Will went a deep crimson, “sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” Will said, looking down.

Nico took a step back before Will reached a grabbed him before he ran.

“I mean I shouldn’t have said it then, I should of asked you out or something, not when I was wasted at a staff party” Will said.

Nico stared a him, blinking slowly, then he reached forward, grabbing Will’s scarf and pulled him toward him.

He heart stopped when they kissed, it felt like a Christmas miracle. Nico had never been good with his feelings but here he was kissing a beautiful boy after telling him how he felt.

A loud wolf whistle broke them apart.

Leo sauntered down the hallway, a pile of gifts in one hand and another was curled in a fist in the air.

Nico grabbed Will by his hand and pulled him inside, “lock the door quickly” Nico said, not letting go of his hand.

His heart felt warm for the rest of the day.

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