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l-r-christian · 2 years

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Title: 'Beauty and her beast' part three

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall, Elijah Mikaelson x Human!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Protective!Elijah, Reader being a shy bean, Angry!Mikaelsons, Hayley being sad

A/N: part four is gonna be sad sorry a head of time so enjoy part

Tag: @casedoina @cleverzonkwombatsludge

Part one - part two - part four

Elijah growled against Y/N's neck as he tore her clothing off making her squeal in surprise as Elijah could smell her arousal making him want her more before diving between her legs. Y/N cried out arching her hands gripping Elijah's hair pulling a growl from him as he began to devour her. Elijah held her open enjoying the loud moans from her as she shook tears in her eyes as she came on his tongue twice.

"Princess, do you think you can take me?" Elijah asked holding Y/N's legs open with her knees pressed up to her chest making her flush with how lewd the position was. Y/N mewled feeling Elijah grinding against her trembling feeling Elijah's lips move along her neck.

"Yes....'Lijah." Y/N whimpered before crying out arching off the bed as Elijah thrust into her in one go bottoming out. Elijah growled watching her grip the sheets above her tightly nearly ripping them when Elijah began pounding unto her.

"Look at you, can barely talk." Elijah teased moving rougher making Y/N cry out as she was a babbling shaking mess. Elijah licked his lip finding her just delicious begging for him as that night Elijah spent the night seeing how many times he could make his little lady cum.

"I can't believe Elijah would hurt me like this." Hayley mumbled into her pillow having been in bed for two months since Elijah broke things off with her as Davina rubbed her back feeling bad for her.

"I am sure once Freya fixes Elijah, he'll apologize and back in your arms."

"Yes. You're right Davina." Hayley sniffed giving a sad smile at the witch as Freya called everyone into her room and explain that she closed the red door. Klaus grin getting ready to call Elijah home and to have him back with family.

Elijah layed in bed feeling Y/N next to him as he sat up leaning back against the headboard remembering what happened and odd didn't feel that much guilt. The vampire picked up his phone to call Klaus fully aware he couldn't just return to Hayley as he felt like something was calling him to Y/N.

''Lijah? Are you okay?'

"Yes Niklaus. How did the witches open my red door?" Elijah asked reaching over gently touching Y/N's abdomen hearing the second heart beat from her that made him smile.

'A spell. Will you be returning?'

"I will and I'll be bringing a guest."

Elijah for the first time since becoming a vampire was nervous as he stepped into the Abattoir with Y/N who was confused but Elijah explained everything to her. Hayley rushed up to Elijah but stopped seeing the woman at hisside seeing her lover kissing some woman's hands.

"Elijah?"

"Hayley....I would like you too meet Y/N, the mother of my child." Elijah tells her feeling a bit guilty watching hybrid step back heartbroken and headed to where the family was with Elijah following after having Y/N stay close.

Klaus smile seeing his older brother but it dropped seeing a woman by his side and an upset Hayley. Elijah explained who she was and watched as Freya did two spells one to confirm the baby was indeed Elijah's and the second one to find out the magic she sensed from Elijah and Y/N.

"A soul match." Freya says confusing everyone and the witch explained, soul matches was old magic that linked two souls together and both souls will always find one another. When the witches open Elijah's red door they woke Elijah's link to Y/N's.

This caused a split in the family as Freya, Klaus and Rebekah believed that they should undo the soul link so Hayley could have her Elijah back and leave Y/N to raise her child. While Finn, Davina and Kol said they should honor the old magic and welcome Y/N and their baby into the family.

"You'll be safe here, elskan." Elijah says walking up to Vincent's door with his little love while Finn and Kol agreed that the Human wouldn't be safe in the Abattoir or her home due to Freya's magic. Vincent Griffith, an Tremé witch that Elijah had became good friends with as their friendship had bloom after many fights and Elijah showing up to save the witch at times.

"You know this guy?"

"I know Vincent very well." Elijah says knocking when Vincent open the door sensing the soul link and saw it was Elijah with a woman. The soul link was strong from what Vincent sensed which didn't surprised him as Elijah was an Original.

"Come in. What do you need?"

"If you would be so kind Lord Regent to help kept my better half safe." Elijah teased placing down Y/N's bags down as Vincent rolled his eyes. The witch was aware of what happened as Klaus came to him threatening him when the witches cast the spell on Elijah.

"What big danger is your family in now?"

"Each other....as you know a few witches opened my red door and Y/N is my soul match and pregnant." Elijah said making Vincent stop and stare as worry flooded him that Elijah picked up on.

"The each other part?"

"Freya, Niklaus and Rebekah want to undo the link and for me to abandon Y/N. While Davina, Kol and Finn wants me to be happy and care for my child."

"Undoing the link could kill her and off set nature. Elijah, you and Y/N are more than welcome to stay." Vincent says watching Elijah smile softly as Y/N gripped Elijah's hand while Vincent saw how sweet Elijah was with the human.

"Thank you Vincent."

Since his red door being closed, Elijah was still a little unpredictable even more so now that he had a soul link as Klaus learned just how protective Elijah was over Y/N. Klaus had sent vampires after Y/N and Elijah had killed them with no remorse making the older Mikaelson threaten Klaus.

"You can't just leave Hayley for some woman!"

"She is the mother of my child. You three can not just believe that would abandon her." Elijah said packing a few bags as Rebekah, Freya and Klaus was in his bedroom that he once shared with Hayley but now he was leaving to stay with Vincent. While Finn was with Y/N getting things from her apartment, Freya stepped forward hating all of this as Hayley was hurting and Elijah was just giving her up for a woman he barely knew....a woman his beast found attractive.

"Elijah, tell us where you hid her so I unlink you and you can think clearly."

"Unlinking us will kill her and our unborn child."

"And? Elijah, you can have that with Hayley." Rebekah says as so far Klaus had been quiet watching Elijah carefully wondering why Elijah was doing this when he had loved Hayley for so long. Klaus was still angry about their last fight but alway more careful around Elijah as it seemed the noble vampire was more open with the beast behind the red door.

"Freya, you of all people knows that old magic like this shouldn't be messed with "

"Yes but you can't throw Hayley aside. This link you have with this woman isn't real." Freya said as Elijah glared at his sister.

"If I told you to undo your soul link to Keelin, would you do it?"

"No of course not."

"Then how could you be comfortable breaking mine?"

"'Lijah....please don't do this."

"I'm sorry, Niklaus. I can't leave her nor allow her to be killed."

Elijah sat with Y/N in a bath as he washed her hair and placed a few kisses on her skin as he smiled feeling Y/N leaning back against his chest and Elijah rubbed her belly feeling the baby kick. Y/N was close to her due date and Elijah was still fighting with his siblings, Klaus, Rebekah and Freya still wanting to break the link while Finn, Kol and Davina still agreed with Elijah.

Marcel and Camille was dragged into the fight and surprisingly both sides by agreeing with Elijah and helping keep Y/N safe. Marcel help get the couple their own place and Vincent set up a protective barrier around the flat.

"Have you thought of names elskan?"

"Yes. Aina if it is a girl and Emilio if it is a boy after my grandfather."

"Those are prefect names elskan." Elijah says helping Y/N out of the bath then dressed her and walked out to the living area of their loft sitting her down. Y/N watched Elijah cook her favorite dish while she adored the vampire, she couldn't believe he chosen her over his family. Vincent had told her stories of the Original family so having Elijah be with her was a little overwhelming.

"Now don't say I don't do anything for you." Vincent says walking into the loft carrying a box filled with first time mommy things for Y/N who smiled at the witch as Elijah raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you but surely this isn't thing you have."

"No it isn't. I managed to get the Nine covens to agree to keep your soul link safe as Freya is most likely finding away to break it without needing Y/N." Vincent says smiling quiet proud of hisself and Elijah surprised him by hugging the witch and Y/N got up hugging him too.

"Alright both of you get off." Vincent says as Y/N giggled and Elijah smiled as the Regent was indeed right as Freya was looking through many grimoire and old books trying to find something to break the link. Hayley spent most of her days Hope as Rebekah watched over them and Klaus was angry with Elijah as the older Mikaelson adored his family but now chose some woman.

"I found away to break the link."

Elijah smiled seeing Y/N falling asleep in her favorite spot of the loft that was next to a window that was a window seat covered in pillows and had a little bookshelf. Elijah walked over gently lifting her up kissing her head feeling her cling to him taking her to bed.

"Love you Eli." Elijah heard Y/N mumbled against his chest making him melt and rubbing her belly.

"And I love you both elskan."

#L.R writes #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff

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littlefreya · 2 years

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Freya, among henry's characters, who do you think would let their significant other put makeup on them?

Summary: You are having a tough time and Syverson decides to brighten your day

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Words: 393

Warning: None, fluff.

Fabolous

It seemed unlikely that all the bad things would happen at once, yet there you were - recently unemployed, borderline broke, and if that didn't seem like enough, your uterus has decided to punish you with what felt like the most painful periods you've had in a while.

In three days, the sofa turned into your little realm of sorrow, where you binged on the dumbest Netflix shows and occasionally cried.

Sy couldn't quite find any words of comfort; being the grunt that he was, he was terrified of saying the wrong thing and making things worse while you cried against his chest. He held you when you told him and kissed the top of your head, but when he wanted to say to you just how much sorry he was, all that came out of his mouth was, "things will turn out alright,"

He hated himself for that.

Standing from the edge of the corridor, he glanced at you when a crazy idea came to his mind.

A soft clatter came from the bathroom, swaying your attention from the tv for a brief moment. You glanced curiously, wondering what Sy was about when he stepped from the hallway with your makeup kit in one hand.

Was he implying you looked like shit and needed makeup? You frowned.

"Sy, what are you up to?"

Offering a quirky smile, he took his seat on the carpet next to the sofa. The sight of this enormous frame squeezing between the couch and the coffee table nearly brought a smile to your tear-scorched cheeks.

Syverson said nothing as he unzipped the kit; his long fingers fished for something while he mumbled, "I am not sure what goes first."

Your eyes flicked from the bag to his face and then back again, "do you want to put makeup on me?"

Trying to memorise your routine, he grabbed a tube of concealer and then twisted it open. His blue eyes scanned the pillowy brush.

"I thought you could put some on me... like the girls do on Youtube. Maybe it will make you smile?"

"Really?" A hint of a grin twitched upon your lips, and your eyes flared. Slowly, you moved to sit and took the brush from his fingers.

Whatever physical or emotional pain you experienced was challenged as you began to rim Syverson's big blue eyes.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #henry cavill x reader

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rere-the-writer · 3 years

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Hello! I found your blog and it’s my new obsession. Like, Hiding in the bathroom during work to read your fics.

Anyways can I please request something?

Poly!mikaelson’s x vampire reader where the reader gets kidnapped and tortured to the point she doesn’t recognize when they come to save her and passes out and once they get her home they wait for her to wake and have to calm her down because she freaks out. Maybe one of them even gives her their blood to help her heal because she was seriously injured? I’m a sucker for your angst fics. I turned on notifications for you cause I love your blog so much!

Hands down you have some of the best angst fics for this fandom/ship. 💜💜💜

Aww thank you 🥰 I'mma about make this so angsty

Warnings: angst like all of the angst, fluff in the end

You had been missing for the last two weeks having been taken by Aurora out of jealously she held for you since you were seeing Klaus. The Mikaelsons were waging war against Aurora to get you back which Tristan was angry with his sister as half of the Strix was dead in Elijah's rage coupled with Klaus and Kol slaughtering others. Lucien had heard what happened and wisely stayed out of it not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

You panted laying on the floor of the room Aurora kept you and you could have run if you weren't weak from not feeding and the vervain in your system. You were so tired and in pain and already have gave up on the hope of your lovers would save you.

"You know I am surprised you are still with them. After all you are just a toy I mean Kol has that witch Davina, Rebekah with Marcel then Elijah with that werewolf girl, Hayley."

This had been Aurora's new way of tormenting you by telling you the Mikaelsons didn't care for you. You let out a silent scream as your vocal cords was shot when Aurora stabbed you with a dagger dipped in vervain.

"Poor little old Y/N. Why would they choose a weak baby vampire of three years." Aurora mocked as you layed there feeling weak and ready to die as you couldn't take the pain. To you the older vampire had won having been in a cycle of pain of two weeks.

"Aurora, your brother wants to speak with you." You heard Aya tell Aurora and she dropped your head. Listening to them leave as you curled into yourself hurting and giving up.

"Where is she?" You swore you heard Klaus's voice as the sounds bodies dropping and screams rang out as the questioning thought was it really then enter your mind as you passed out. Elijah growled lowly when he found you gently and carefully picked you up.

"You found her." Kol said eyes narrowing seeing the state you were in as Rebekah rushed over.

"She'll need blood, let's get her out of here then deal with Aurora." Elijah said calmly as he was angry and Klaus joined them frowning seeing how hurt you where. They got you home and Elijah washed you frowning seeing the wounds you had and dressed you.

"Let me give her blood." Rebekah said biting her wrist as Elijah tilted your head back as Rebekah gave you her blood.

"I don't understand how Hayley could allow Y/N to be taken." Kol growled looking at you as you were slowly healing even while Kol and Rebekah was taking turns to feed you their blood.

"From what she told Marcel was that they took Jackson too. She didn't think Jackson would survive."

"No Y/N wouldn't. She has only been a vampire for three years." Rebekah tells Elijah as Kol was feeding you more of his blood. It took a day for you to wake up and your scream woke your lovers and Elijah wrapped his arms around you.

"Shhhh sweetling, you're safe, your home." Elijah whispered in your ear holding you tightly as you calmed down panting flinching away when Elijah kissed your temple. Elijah frowned when you pushed yourself away from him.

"Don't Kol, she is panicked." Elijah said softly stopping Kol from run to you as he got off your bed. Your breathing was shallow as memories were piecing themselves together while you climbed back in bed.

"How is she?" Rebekah asked when she walked up hearing your screaming Kol was frowning.

"Panicked. What do we do 'Lijah?"

"Let her process what happened and that she is safe." Elijah says softly watching you curl up into a ball. Klaus growled lowly pacing as three days passed you were doing better but didn't allow your lovers to touch you that wasn't platonic then there were moments you would flinch seeing blood or any knifes and daggers.

"I'm going to kill Aurora."

"No Nik. She is my first Sired, let me." Rebekah growled as Elijah sat thinking, you weren't feeding making them slip blood in your drinks. You weren't sleeping well waking up from nightmares and refusing them to comfort you.

"Aurora will die but we need to focus on our little vamp." Kol said worried about you watching you with Camille. You were smiling but it didn't reached your eyes.

"Nightmares I understand but pushing us away?"

"Maybe let her go?" They turned their heads seeing Hayley standing there arms crossed.

"Hayley." Klaus growled a warning as she rolled her eyes looking at Elijah.

"Look clearly she is a lost cause so stick her somewhere were she isn't a bother. The first Sired needs to be taken care of and you guys are too busy taking care of Y/N."

"No we won't abandon her!"

"Rebekah is right Hayley. She needs us also Tristan is in hiding with Aurora worried we are knocking on his door."

"Which we are." Klaus said as you walked back in with Camille rushing back up to your bedroom not looking at the Mikaelsons.

"How is she, Camille?"

"Honestly? A reck, Aurora did a number on her. Just don't give up on her, Aurora told her some nasty things."

"Thank you Camille." Elijah said as the human nodded then sent Rebekah up to you first.

"You guys know she won't be the same right?"

"Of course but she'll be stronger like a Phoenix." Klaus said smirking. Later that night you had another nightmare and Rebekah stood at door.

"Sweetheart?"

"Beka." You rasped out holding your arms out to her as Rebekah was quick to pull you against her as for the first time since you been back you let out a heart retching sob.

"Shhhhh I' m here I am not going anywhere, beautiful." Rebekah cooed softly as you nodded still crying when Kol came in unable to take your cries. To their surprise you let Kol hold you as you rolled over clinging to him.

Then scent of nutmeg and lavender with warm vanilla filled your senses you know the scents belonged to Kol and Rebekah. It brought comfort as you finally felt safe as you buried yourself in their arms.

"Rebekah? Kol?" Freya whispered finding them in your room she got teary eyed seeing you nuzzled up to Rebekah as Kol had his face pressed against your back.

"Freya? Something wrong?"

"Look Elijah." Freya whispered as he looked into your bedroom his eyes softened as his heart swelled with joy seeing you seeking comfort finally.

They found Aurora and while Elijah took care of Tristan. Aurora was left in the mercy of Klaus, Rebekah and Kol which the three showed Aurora just why most didn't dare get near you.

"Did you kill her?" Elijah asked seeing his all too pleased siblings.

"Oh no. We sealed her away in a wall making her believe there will be a point in time that we will kill her.

"I see. Just how did you do this ?"

"Compelled her. Rebekah made her believe that I was coming to save her. Klaus said smirking as Elijah smiled.

"Ah. Better than me dumping Tristan in the ocean." Elijah says smirking as they now shift their attention on you and taking out Lucien.

You stood outside of Klaus's bedroom and stepped inside while Rebekah Kol was great but you missed your wolf.

"Nik?"

"Oh. Love come here." Klaus said half asleep as you rushed into his arms. You drowned yourself in his scent of old paint with the under tone was warm spice.

"Nik."

"Shhhh love don't cry. You're still weak, you'll get sick." Klaus said softly as you hummed a quiet okay. You sighed nuzzling into his neck while he rubbed your back and for the first night since you gotten back you got to sleep without nightmares.

You were doing better more and more each day finally feeding and allowing your lovers touch and cuddle you as you weren't ready for intimacy. But you still stayed away from Elijah until the others left for a night to find out what Lucien was up to.

Your scream rang out waking Hayley and Elijah. The scent of pine, bourbon and spices as one thought rang through your head....Elijah.

"Shhh baby. I'm here you're safe." Elijah whispered in your ear waiting for you to push him away but was surprised when you rolled over latching on to him.

"Eli. I was doing so well. You must think I'm weak." You said weakly as he just held you closer kissing your head rubbing your back.

"No no baby. I don't think you're weak. You have been so strong." Elijah whispered squeezing you gently.

"But I trying to be stronger for you.... like Hayley." You tell him as it clicked for Elijah why you hadn't came to him like you did the others.

"Baby, I don't want you like Hayley. Strong or not I love you and wish you would need me too."

"I always need you. I love you too." You whispered relaxing in him hold as he lulled you back to sleep. Later that night the others joined you two surrounding you with warmth and love as you finally felt safe and at home.

#rere's stories #mikaelson family x reader #mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader #mikaelson family angst

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madeofstardust17 · 3 years

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Arthur & Merlin & Love.

So. Today I want to talk about these two and the gift that bbc Merlin gave us, which is when they showed us both boys in love.

Let's start with Arthur.

Arthur is a prince. He's arrogant, stubborn, condescending, I can go on but I don't want to, because he's also kind, and gentle, and he cares so much for the people he loves it actually hurts me to see it.

When he's with Gwen, he's completely vulnerable. He's playful, he's devoted, he wastes no opportunity to tell her how he feels about her.

What I love about Arthur in love is this, how he shows his affection with words of affirmation. We see him trying to do various acts to show Gwen how he feels about her (trying to cook dinner, breakfast in bed, for examples), but they always come short. Why? Because he doesn't get it. He knows Gwen would appreciate these things so he tries, but he always ends up telling Merlin to do the hard work bc he doesn't really get the importance behind these things.

He's a man of words, we can see this when Uther tells him he's precious to him (back in s1) and he's confused, bc Uther had never told him something similar, so he assumed his father didn't love him. He needs words of affirmation, which is why I think he trusted Morgana and Aggravaine so much. Obviously there was also the family factor, but these two showered him in compliments when trying to get him to trust them, they told him over and over again how they loved him, and he drank it all up, desperate for love in the way Uther never could provide.

We even see this with Merlin. When Merlin doesn't want to talk, that's all Arthur does. He tries to cheer him up in any way he can tries to comfort him by asking what's wrong, willing to listen. Obviously this doesn't work, bc if Merlin were to talk about his problems, he would have to tell Arthur about his magic so when Arthur tries to cheer him up he usually smiles at him, he jokes and plays the part, just so that Arthur will be satisfied that his friend is better.

But let's see Merlin, shall we?

Merlin in love melted my heart for a few reasons. The first is how much of a caretaker this boy is. I am 100% sure that in modern times he would be a nurse or maybe a teacher. He cares so much, and he loves unconditionally.

So when Freya arrives, a scared lonely girl, traumatized and distrustful of the world around her, Merlin pours his heart and sould into caring for her. Everything he does, it's for her, he's thinking of her in every second of that episode, it's painfully obvious how happy he is to have someone to love.

The second thing I love about him is how gentle he is. Arthur in love is decisive, he's passionate, unafraid to show his affection. Merlin is so gentle, he kisses her with care, like she's priceless and fragile. He always hesitates, always looks at her before any sign of affection, just to be sure she's fine with it.

When I'm telling you I cried during her death scene. What brought me to tears wasn't the death itself, it was how Merlin acted. When he sees her on the floor, naked and hurt, he immediately gives her his jacket, just to let her be comfortable. His gaze doesnt linger, he's not even uncomfortable, he looks at her eyes, his only concern is caring for her. In the lake's shore, she's wearing the dress he stole for her, and I get a little teary eyed just thinking how careful he must have been when dressing her, so respectful and loving.

Third thing I love about him: he's so reassuring. He keeps telling her that he'll be back, that she's not alone, that he's going to look after her. He never gets tired of saying it, always says it with love in his eyes.

I think that's why Arthur and Merlin work so well together, why Arthur gravitates towards Merlin whenever something goes wrong. Merlin is never afraid to tell him when he's fucked up, but he's also the one who tells him when he's doing well, that's he's being a good prince (and later King).

Arthur thrives when he's encouraged, when he's assured he's a good person, a good King. Merlin is always telling him this. When Morgana invades Camelot, who spent days trailing after Arthur, telling him he's a good King, telling him not to listen to anyone else? Merlin. Arthur loves him so much because Merlin always tells him the truth, he can trust him to not be a suck up, to tell him when he's right and when he's wrong.

Even when he doesn't ask it, Merlin reassures him. That scene (I've been searching for like twenty minutes and I cannot find it somebody help me) I'm which Merlin wakes Arthur up and he drags him out of bed (again it's my favourite scene please someone help me), Arthur doesn't even say anything, but Merlin tells him what a good job he's been doing.

(Am i even discussing love and these two if I don't add a gif of their intense eye-fucking?)

So yeah, thats my tiny thesis on these two. I wanted to add how all this contributes on merthur's romantic relationship (bc this is all canon) but I'll reblog this with that bit just in case someone wants to reblog this part without merthur.

If anyone reached the end of this, I thank you and I'm sorry you had to read my ramblings I've just been thinking about these two a lot lately.

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btsinwonderland · 3 years

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A Drop of Poison - Ch. 15: Restless

A Loki fanfiction!

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Warnings: ahem. ahem. smut.

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You tried opening your eyes, but they were immensely heavy. Your body was stuck in a kind of sleep paralysis. It was something you remembered a third-year student mentioning once, but it seldom happened to you. Your irritation spread as you tried moving your limbs, to no avail.

“How is she?” You heard a voice. It was a woman, but your mind was not strong enough to recognize who.

“I have been giving her the potion three times a day. The venom from the serperus is out of her system. It should take another day,” another voice said. It was Professor Laufeyson.

What happened? You wanted to say. Where am I?

You felt a hand beneath your head and cool metal against your lips. A liquid poured into your mouth that was slightly bitter but not disgustingly so. It had an undertone of…grapefruit? You drank deeply until it was done and the cup was gone. A hand ran across your forehead in repeated gentle caresses.

“It’s going to be alright, love. Just get some rest and come back to me,” Professor Laufeyson said.

You wanted to wrap your arms around him so badly. But your consciousness was pulling you down into the darkness of sleep again. You were tired, but all you wanted to do was wake up and be back in the garden with him before everything went to shit. You wanted to tell him you were ready to make love to him, and that your deepest desire was to kiss him until the sun rose and then keep on going until the end of time. All those things were what you wished for and you fell asleep, completely desperate for his touch.

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A gasp escaped your lips as you woke up, panting. Your body was burning, not in pain, but with a need. You sat up on the bed and moved your fingers and toes. A sigh of relief escaped you as you stretched your limbs. You were no longer in your dress from the ball, but in a soft cotton nightgown; it was one of your own. Looking around, you noticed you were not in the infirmary but in the backroom of the potions classroom on a single infirmary bed that had been brought in. He wanted to keep me close; you thought with a smile.

You bit your lip when the cotton of your nightgown rubbed against your erect nipples. The burning within you felt familiar to the nights where you felt the need to touch yourself, beyond all comprehension. You needed to contain the heat, and this time, you knew you could not accomplish it alone. Thoughts of Professor Laufeyson in the room of requirement and in the garden haunted your mind. You nearly moaned from thinking about it. Heat rushed between your legs and you slipped your fingers through your folds to check, and you were utterly soaked. You suppressed another moan when your fingers brushed against your swollen clit and then moved your hand away. There was nothing else on your mind but this need. You felt as if you were in a dream, but the cold metal of the bedframe and the slight echo of your feet touching the floor confirmed to you that this was all real. Even if it felt surreal, it did not matter. Your need was real, and you had to take care of it.

The pain was gone, and you could move freely, so you hopped off the bed and climbed up the stairs into Professor Laufeyson’s bedroom. The windows you passed were utterly dark, so you could not even tell what time it was. It could be the middle of the night for all you knew. You bit your lip when you felt your folds sliding together as you ascended the stairs.

You crept into his bedroom and found him asleep on his desk. He looked so much younger, like a student studying for their finals in the common room. You brushed his dark hair to the side, and he woke up with a jolt. His eyes wide and staring at you, standing above him.

“Freya!”

Perhaps it was that he said your name for the first time, or perhaps it was the look of utter surprise on his face that excited you. But regardless of the reason, you climbed atop of him and straddled him on the chair and pressed your lips against his roughly. He reflexively kissed you back and put his hands on your hips. He tried to move you away for a moment, but you were so needful; you continued to kiss him and eventually coaxed his tongue out. When it brushed your tongue, you felt heat rise in your core and then deepened the kiss.

He pulled away, and you whined. “W-what are you doing?” he said.

“I need you, please...I just - I can’t…” you said, kissing him between your words.

“How are you feeling? Are you hurt?” he said, clasping your face between his hands. His eyes looked so earnest that it sobered you for a moment.

“The pain is gone, but…” you said, licking your lips and looking at him with wide eyes. “I need...to touch you…”

His expression jolted as if you had electrocuted him. “It might be the aftereffects of the potion. You’re still weak, Freya, we really shouldn’t,” he said.

You shook your head with a “no!” Biting your lip, you rubbed your hips against him, and a hard erection rubbed on your core and both of you met forehead to forehead, panting. “You want me, I know you do,” you said with a smile. All your inhibitions were gone. It felt like you were drunk. “You’re a bad professor…wanting one of your students,” you said with a purr. You kissed him slowly, languidly. “But then,” you said with a whisper, right into his mouth, “I have touched myself thinking about you all semester.”

Professor Laufeyson sighed and lifted you up as he stood, holding you against him. He carried you over to the bed and placed you in the middle. You spread out your arms and legs, stretching out, and felt the limitations of your nightgown. For a moment, you hesitated, wondering if you should strip. There was nothing underneath, so you would be utterly naked. From the medication high, your limitations were none, and you did exactly what you felt like doing. So, you lifted your nightgown above your head and tossed it to the floor, laying completely bare while Professor Laufeyson audibly hitched his breath. His gaze was lustful as he crawled towards you, fully clothed in brown pants and a grey collared shirt.

“You are not yourself, Miss Eves,” he said, returning to the formalities. Though he continued to crawl up your body and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You gripped his arms and pulled him down for a deep kiss. “I don’t care, master. Please, I need to feel you, please. It hurts,” you said. He moved away from your face so he could see your expression. His was one of complete want and agony. He wrestled with it for several seconds, to which you moved against him, trying to hurry his decision. He finally moved down to kiss you, and you met him ecstatically. You moved your fingers through his hair and tightened your legs around him as his erection rubbed against your core. A few more pumps and you thought you might orgasm right then and there. Your hand moved between your bodies and you reached the hard mass between his legs. You felt the length of him and your body perked up with excitement. He shuddered when you ran your hand along his length. He took your hand and pulled it away, pinning it above your head. You looked at him questioningly, and he shook his head.

“The rules are, if you want me to keep touching you, you have to keep your hands on the headboard,” he said, moving your other hand up above your head.

You wriggled against him, and he chuckled. He then moved his hands off of you and slowly climbed off your body. Out of your desperation, you stopped moving and gripped the headboard tightly.

“There’s a good girl,” he said. The praise sent another wave of heat through your body. “Now remember, keep your hands on the headboard or I will stop,” he reminded you. You nodded profusely, and he came down and gave you a long kiss.

His hands moved away from your face and down your body. You wrapped your legs around him tightly, since that was the only way you were allowed to hold him. With one hand, he gripped your waist while the other freely explored your body. He ran a hand gently down your side, from the swell of your breast to the soft, supple skin of your thigh. When he ran his hand back up, he stopped at your breast and cupped it. You writhed against him, your nipples rubbing against his shirt.

“How badly I have wondered what you looked like underneath that uniform,” he said, kneading your breast. His thumb flicked your nipple, and you arched your back, unable to contain the pleasure.

“You came into my class every day in that short skirt like a bloody tease,” he said. “Look at you now, completely naked on my bed, begging me to take you.”

“Yes,” you said. “Please take me.”

He kissed your neck and moved down, clamping his mouth around your nipple and palming the other breast. You gasped and gripped the headboard tightly as he flicked his tongue and sucked your nipple. It was so overwhelming you thrashed side to side and had to stop yourself from moving your hands and touching him.

“Please master, take me!”

He chuckled and popped your nipple out of his mouth with a sucking sound and provided mouth care to the other breast. While he sucked your nipple, his free hand roamed down, across your stomach, and descended to the spot that you needed.

When his fingers brushed your folds, you thought you might die. But you needed more first.

He gasped. “You’re so wet,” he said, looking down at you. A devilish smile creeped to his lips. “Were you like this in class, too? While I was lecturing, did you nearly wet yourself sitting at your desk?” He ran his fingers down your slit and held them still at your entrance.

“Yes master, yes!”

He pushed a finger in and you cried out. He pumped a finger in you as he licked your nipple. You moaned when he gently nipped it with his teeth. You grinded against his finger and he came up to kiss you. His pupils were so wide that they took up more space than the blues.

“More, please master,” you said, begging.

He took a second finger and entered you, stretching your walls and eliciting another moan from you. Arching your back, you gripped the headboard with all your might as he pumped his fingers in and out of your wet folds. You moaned with pleasure and then you whined when he left your mouth. You thought that he was going to your breasts again when he kissed each one, but he continued downwards. The butterflies in your stomach exploded when you realized where he was going. Your hand shot out and nearly touched his head when he hovered above your core. He raised his brows and paused pumping his fingers, and you stopped.

“Remember our rule, Miss Eves,” he said sternly, as if you were still in the classroom.

You shuddered in pleasure and returned your hand to the headboard. He smiled and revealed his long pink tongue. Your heart stopped when he dipped his head down and licked up your slit. You gasped at the unbelievable pleasure and wondered if the venom had actually killed you and this was heaven.

He licked up your folds and moved down close to get better access with his tongue. His fingers began moving in and out of your entrance as he licked your folds and clit. “How badly I have wanted to taste you,” he said between licks. You thought you saw stars as you threw your head back and thought you might cry.

He stayed on your clit and sucked and licked, first gently and lightly. When you begged for more, he licked harder and flicked his tongue up and down on your clit in a rhythmic pattern. You were writhing and arching your back as if you were possessed. His fingers moved in and out of you as his tongue moved in rhythm. Your pleasure came in waves and you did not even realize it. The golden edge of your orgasm came and went, and you felt the next wave, to your surprise. You screamed and moaned as you came over and over to his touch. The waves gradually receded, and he continued, taking in every wave of your pleasure. You had to shift your hips away from him once you became too sensitive, and he pulled away with a smile. His lips and mouth were glossy when he came up to you with a grin. His eyes held a wild expression as if whatever possessed you now possessed him.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and kissed you deeply. You could taste some of yourself on his lips and it only aroused you more, though your body was slowly tiring out. Slowly, you reached a hand down towards his erection when he grabbed your wrist.

“No, tonight was for you, love,” he said, moving beside you. He waved his hand, and the sheets came up to cover both of you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to him so that your back was to his chest and he held you close. “You can sleep now,” he said, kissing your hair.

You wanted to reciprocate and give him something too, but when he pulled you into his arms in such a comfortable position, you felt your body sinking into sleep again. Upon receiving such a powerful orgasm, he had knocked the energy right out of you. You moved and turned around to face him, putting a leg around him and looking up into his face. “Thank you,” you said and gave him a soft kiss. You nestled into his shoulder and closed your eyes, feeling the tug of sleep pull you deeper.

“Anything for you, my love,” he said.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Natasha Romanoff’s child

Natasha Romanoff x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Can I request a HC for being Natasha's daughter? I think you haven't done it ^^ In love with your work btw ;)”

natasha saved you from a terribly cruel family that worked alongside HYDRA, they didn’t care much for you

she decided to take you in since she knew you couldn’t have a normal life after all that you’d already been through at such a young age

“think it’d be okay if you came home with me, sweetheart?”

you were happy to have a nice person in your life

she took off work for a while to help you settle in

natasha wished that she had a loving family growing up, or just anyone to support her

so this was how she was going to make it up

“do you want to talk about anything?”

“when dad was alive he hurt people. i didn’t like the sound of it”

her heart broke hearing such a young child have to be affected by something like that

she made sure you knew how much she loved you

you called her “miss nat” for a while

take your child to work day!!!!

she took you to SHIELD HQ

you LOVED IT you wandered off and watched other ppl work

“agent romanoff, why is your child on agent coulson’s shoulders” -fury

“my child loves to feel like their flying”

“alright, you make a fair point”

nick called you “litte agent” which sparked your inspiration to become a spy like natasha

“miss nat, i wanna be a spy when i grow up!”

“you do? well, you can do that if it’s what you really want”

you suddenly switched from “miss nat” to “momma nat” and she had to backtrack for a minute

“what did you call me?” she was BEAMING omg

“...momma”

she gave u momma bear kisses

over the years, you taught yourself the ways of an agent and a spy, asking momma nat for a few pointers here and there

also uncle clint offered to give you some help

“yeah, kid, just point and shoot”

“clint, i said ‘self defense’ classes, not ‘the most effective ways to murder someone’ classes”

“they go hand in hand, nat, you know this”

“what if i was wanting to teach them myself?”

“well, do you?”

*pulls him aside* “as a birthday present”

you really did well during any sort of training

guess you just take after your mom

when you were old enough, you applied to SHIELD (under y/n l/n instead of y/n romanoff) and passed every test that was thrown your way

“you’re a natural, l/n”

“thanks, i learned from the best”

you wanted to earn respect on your own, so you didn’t tell anyone your relationship with nat

and anyone who did know you before knew not to say anything about it

it was also a good move bc it put a target on your backs if any of your enemies discovered you were family, you’d rather not share bad guys

✨the avengers thought you were awesome✨

“y/n, you are so much cooler than your mom”

“say it again and i’ll dislocate your shoulder!” :)

clint is so entertained by you

tony just loves messing w you

“baby spider in the house!”

“spider? where? shall i kill it?” -thor

“no, thor, we’re just teasing y/n”

“do not joke about spiders, stark. one day, i may not answer your cries because i’ll figure you’re just joking”

“that got serious fast”

nat forgets youre grown sometimes

so she gets all protective of you and then goes 😳 when you kick someones ass for yourself

that’s her kiddo!!

getting thrown into the midst of a few avenger battles

but handling yourself pretty well if i do say so myself

nat hugged you a lot when you were a kid and she still does now

only longer bc she doesn’t like letting go often

“mom? you okay?”

“i just wanted a hug is all”

“oh, okay”

when u hug her back she remembers exactly why she chose to become a mother

she wanted to show you that love still exists in this world, even if you’re not shown it immediately

become sort of a role model/mentor to newer, younger avengers

i mean, wanda was about your age, so she asked you often what it was like to be so young and work as an avenger

you told her that when you’re given a life like this, your age doesn’t matter out in the field. it’s your choices that matter. once you begin to learn the ways of a team like this and you gain each other’s respect, that’s all there is to it

“your mother is the black widow?”

“that she is, mom first, widow second”

PETER PETER PETER

he fanboyed over you so hard when he met you and he had so many questions it never ended

“okay, so first: how do you do it? be so cool as a kid?”

“you take a deep breath and kick some ass”

“better advice than anything mr. stark has ever said to me—don’t tell him i said that please!”

you swore to secrecy

mother/daughter spy missions bc that’s AWESOME

choosing steve’s side in CW and honestly making her very proud of you

going on the run w her and team cap

which made for some very interesting memories

“mom, sam hid the tv remote from me”

“take the widow’s bite and give him a little shock so that he’ll budge”

“thanks! love you!”

big runaway family <3

“i like the new look, mom”

“yeah, i thought blonde might be pushing it but i guess it all worked out in the end”

rogue avengers -> avengers once more

well, those of you who were left

after most of your friends passed in the snap, you and your mom were more attached than ever, she felt like she would die if the two of you separated

sooner or later, it was time to fix past mistakes and go back in time

“i’ll see you in a minute, y/n, be careful” *forehead kiss*

“i will.”

and that was the last time you ever saw her

you ran into clints arms and sobbed

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i tried to stop her. she told me to tell you she loved you and she’s so proud of you”

if that wasn’t bad enough, you were attacked by another thanos and you fought with all your might

“is y/n okay?”

“just let them fight, they need this”

finally, the fighting was over and the avengers were triumphant, but at what cost?

tony’s funeral was held before nat’s

but natasha’s was bittersweet

and every week you bring flowers to her memorial site

the world wont forget her name

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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Seven Devils

(Vladek x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: sexual teasing, mention of bodily harm, murder and blood GIF found on @merry-melody

A/N: Not even a serious injury can tame your sexual desire for Vladek, even as the devil closes in. For @emelieislasheehan

Part One: The Drumming Song and Part Three: Shake It Out

You came up from the bar with a plate full of food provided by the barman. Something about him unsettled you. He felt desperately out of place, and why was a bartender living in a hotel? You caught fleeting fear on his face when Petra, the rather demure officer with obvious alcoholism, mentioned how easily Bianca was identified. The young clerk was found headless a few days earlier, and you prayed that she wasn't part of Vladek’s sacrifices.

You blinded yourself by staring at the brilliance of the snow. Endless miles and piles of it. You thought about Vladek wandering the frozen tundra in that anorak and steampunk goggles so desperate to make the visions go away. You knew about the other murders.

Petra was the only one convinced it was ritual. A shaman connected to the massacres a few weeks back. But everyone claimed she was just a woman who needed to listen to the men.

How lucky for your love. Maybe this would be over and you could escape home to Oslo. Back to his mouth and hands that blanketed you like the snow.

A wave of nausea overtook you. That churning acid in the base of your stomach. The bile rose in your throat and a pain spread in your chest. It settled in a searing pain under your ribs. You cried out as it took your breath away, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your sobs echoed off the walls of your room. Reaching for the phone, you dialed the only number you knew besides Vladek’s.

“Where is he?” you begged the motherly voice on the other end. “Freya, hvor er han?!” you all but screamed into the phone. The fear and agony causing you to lash out at her.

Freya filled you in briefly. You heard her breath catch, the way it was labored. Vladek had told you something was in her, advancing through her nerves and muscles. It was breaking her down. Your voice softened when you realized her death was inevitable. You would be there as quickly as possible.

When you arrived, you followed Freya into the garage. She gestured, eyes melancholic and frustrated to a loft. He was pale, she stated, and stubborn beyond Hel. If there was anything to be done to keep him still, to let Fortitude burn to the ground, she was willing to listen.

You rolled your eyes, “at this point maybe sex might work? He always mentions that my body is intrusive to what the gods have called him to do.”

“Then do what you need to!” she called as you began my ascent to Vladek. “Just please be gentle. If those stitches tear, he'll be worse off than he is now.” You waved her off.

You made your way to the bed where Vladek laid. His hand protected the bandages on his stomach. A flash of pain passed between you both when you sat down beside him. You winced and clenched your teeth.

Your fingers brushed the sweat drenched curls from his forehead, but he made no move to look at you. His gaze seemed far away and unfocused, like he was asleep with his eyes opened. He mumbled something, a chant or incantation, under his breath in a language even you didn't speak.

“Min kjærlighet, what did you do to yourself? Huh? If you die, Hela will not let me follow.”

“Good,” he struggled to inhale. His turn in your direction was labored. “Your life is with the living. You are so beautiful, y/n. You hurt my eyes, and even now you are stirring things in me that prove why a shaman’s life should be virginal. Celibate.”

“What a way to my heart. I am so attractive that you should've stayed a virgin. I have said this to you several times, my entire life has been promised to you, Vladek. Arranged by blood when we were born. How can you break a blood oath? With self sacrifice? Cutting your penis off? Murdering innocent girls who talk too much?”

He laughed and choked on a cough. The sound was humorless and terrifying at the same time. “I didn't kill Bianca. I liked her. She was smart. Believed those scientists, that facility and that they unleashed something no one can control.”

“Except you. I have a pain like I've never felt in my body. I knew you had been shot. If we weren't meant to do this together, what is this for?” You showed him the blood on your fingers from his injury marked on your skin. “Why am I bound to you? I was a skeptic, I've lived a long time away from our people. We have been here only a few weeks, and I'm terrified. That sheriff scares me. He's not right.”

You laid your hand on his chest. It made senseless zig zags down to the wound. You touched it momentarily before zig zagging again over the rest of his bare stomach and teased the hair that ran from it underneath. You let your hand momentarily squeeze the bulge under the covers and sat back.

“You are also beautiful, Vladek. I should pluck out my eyes so that I cannot see it. Hmm?” You raised your eyebrows, eyes widened. “I really don't care. Your lips and skin, there's not much more color to them than the frozen tundra outside. It's so hard for me not to kiss you senseless.”

You bent forward and melted your mouth into his. You caught him off guard with your tongue as it dove deep inside of him. Searched for nothing but a fight from his own tongue. It held its ground against yours while he held the back of your head.

Fingers snared by your hair, he tightened his grip and pulled your head away roughly. You huffed and stood. You unzipped your layers and stepped out of them until you were naked at Vladek's bedside. You got on your knees beside him and placed his hands on your breasts and squeezed.

“I'll make you forget what haunts you here. Freya was right, let's watch it go down in flames. Your ancestors’ failures are not your own.”

Vladek’s ragged breath caught in his throat as he laughed. A cough ravaged him first before he spoke. “You are like the mistletoe Loki set on Baldur, small and deadly. We will be the death of one another.”

You climbed atop of his covered legs and knelt on your haunches. A smile crept along the corners of his mouth but didn't reach his eyes, and broke your heart. Still you held your chin up in defiance while removing the blankets and his boxers to expose his nudity to the cold air.

Vladek didn't object as you crawled up his body and hovered over him. His growing erection inches from where it strained to enter. You swelled and held his cock in your grasp before lowering yourself enough to tease him with your slit.

“How do you know I am mistletoe and not more?” you questioned.

Your body dips and hips undulates on the head of his cock. You rocked faster knowing you were slick with want, but Vladek found strength and lifted you straight. In one swift motion he slid his fingers inside of you and pumped a few times. They hooked and worked in and out of it sex. His middle finger finding your clit, circled it wildly. You moaned and bucked, a bit wild while crying out that you loved him.

Just then Vladek squeezed your face like a vice with his hand. A flame burned in his eyes while he stared up at you. “Sølvtunge tispe,” he growled in your native tongue. Silver tongued, bitch. “Du er demonen som har min kjærlighet.” You are the demon who has my love.

“Vladek, it's me. Jeg lover. Look at you, what this has done to you. vær så snill. Let's leave.” You dug your nails into his forearm and begged.

“It will never end, but for us now it does. For the greater good is worth more than a patriarchal blood oath. Leave like you promised and never come back. I will find you in the next life.”

Broken and angry you stood and dressed. You wouldn't see Vladek for another week or so, your last time. He was breath-taking and determined, but lost to you. He would not stop and would not come back from his next steps. The rituals and drugs and Fortitude.

All you could do was kiss him goodbye for now.

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matthewtkachuk · 4 years

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how to be a heartbreaker: rule five - rafe cameron

Rafe Cameron’s privileged upbringing has let him get away with far too much, for far too long. Between his tormenting of the pogues, running his mouth without consequence, and arrogant attitude, it’s time someone knocked him down a peg. Breaking his bones didn’t work, but maybe you can break his heart.

co-authored with my love, freya @rekrappeter

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader, unrequited!JJ x reader

warnings: angst, starting a relationship under false pretences, drinking and drug use

word count: 4.8k

a/n: here she is the last rule. all i have to say is we’re sorry and we love yall so much, don’t cancel us on the dash. please please please leave us feedback, freya and i read every comment and cry, love you guys so much!!

“Is this last rule even necessary?” you rolled your eyes, listening to JJ blabber on and on. John B jumped in now and again to add extra information that JJ glossed over but for the most part, your blonde friend took the lead again.

Kie chimed in, “I don’t think that y/n of all people needs to be reminded not to fall.”

“Yeah, do i look stupid enough to fall for Rafe Cameron’s charms?” You said, giving JJ an inquisitive look.

JJ smirked at you, shrugging his shoulders, “Look, I trust you but you John B thought it might be a good one to add.”

“You never know what life could throw at you, kid,” John B chuckled, sipping on his bottle of beer, “to be on the safe side.”

You stood from the couch, a grin on your face as your hands rested on your hips, you looked at each one of your friends in the eye. “I promise you all now, I will not fall in love with Rafe Cameron.” JJ smirked at your response to the worried looks, reaching out to do your handshake with him before he started to talk about the next rule.

“Rule five: when they call, don’t be the first to fall”

Weeks passed in a blur, punctuated with spending more and more time with Rafe - more movie dates in the back of his truck, spending time at the driving range as he jokingly accused you of embracing your inner kook, taking you for rides on his yacht (which you had to admit was much more impressive than the HMS Pogue), and eventually taking you to that fancy restaurant on the coast. It was also interspersed with less and less time spent with the Pogues, you were pulling away from them whether you realized it or not.

On a night when Pope finally convinced you to spend time with them all, you were perched on a broken lawn chair as your friends sat around the dying fire with you.

As you sat there, nursing a can of warming PBR, your mind wandered to what a certain kook was doing. You thought about the way he made you laugh, how his body felt against yours, the slow way he claimed your body and your mouth, the look in his eyes after you had both finished, sweaty and spent, wrapped in each other’s arms. You thought about the soft way he played with your hair as you laid your head on his chest, the way it felt to fall asleep next to him, and the soft and quiet joy you felt waking up with his arm around your waist. Panic set in as you realized the implications of your feelings. Your.... feelings. You felt your chest tighten and your eyes widen as you began to comprehend the truth, stupid bet and stupider plan be damned, you were falling for public enemy number one, Rafe Cameron himself. Your mouth went dry and you began to have difficulties breathing. Suddenly a mess of blonde hair was in your face as JJ kneeled in front of you. Despite your earlier fight, you were still his best friend and when JJ noticed you about to slip into a panic attack, he reacted quickly.

You vaguely recognized the words leaving his mouth as your name and, ‘are you okay?’ but the sight of him was distressing you more. How could you be falling in love with Rafe Cameron when you were already deeply in love with the boy in front of you? The two were bitter enemies, no love lost between them. The thought distressing you more and more you could only shake your head and weakly attempt to push his hands from their place on your knee, gasping out “Pope, I need Pope.”

JJ’s face fell, the realization that he’s no longer the one you turn to for comfort stings but he calls out for Pope, stepping back at letting his friend help you through it. He watched intently as Pope calmed you down, breathing with you and trying to get you to focus on his voice and your surroundings. JJ stumbled over a branch, watching you grip to Pope like a lifeline, and he realized then that he lost you. He hasn’t seen you in weeks, and if he did, it was for ten minutes maximum. He’d come by your house and it’d be empty, he’d wait in your bedroom and each time your bed looked as if it hadn’t been used in days. His messages went unanswered and it was getting hard to ignore the gossip of Rafe Cameron dating a pogue that fell off every middle aged woman’s tongue as he mowed their lawn.

He took one last look at you before turning his back to his friends and stalking away from the chateau with only one mission evident in his blurry mind. He ignored the protests of Kie and John B, feeling his friend grip his wrist to stop him but he made a clear break to his bike, jumping on it and starting the engine, making a beeline to figure eight.

An hour or two later you were making your way down the beach away from your friends. You had noticed JJ wasn’t there when you’d finally calmed down in Pope’s arms, but you just shrugged it off, assuming he’d found some blonde barbie touron and gone home with her. Your heart was pounding in your chest at the anticipation of seeing Rafe, he had messaged you earlier to meet him down by the lifeguard station. Despite your earlier freak out, you knew that your feelings for Rafe were genuine and you couldn’t wait to see him, to put all this behind you and start a real relationship with him, if he’d have you.

Spotting his tall figure sitting on the beach, you smiled to yourself and approached him quietly, covering his eyes with your hands and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. You felt him tense up, and your brows furrowed, Rafe had never acted so stiffly around you. Not since you’d started whatever was going on between you.

“You don’t have to do that,” he spoke lowly, sounding as though his throat was raw as he pulled your hands off of him.

“D-Do what?” you asked, stepping in front of him and grabbing his face in your hands. He leant into your touch for a moment, eyes closed before they slowly opened, revealing his red eyes.

“Pretend,” he looked right into your eyes and deep into your soul as you felt your heart shatter.

“Pretend? Rafe?” you don’t know why you were asking him, the realization had set in quickly that JJ wasn’t off with some touron, he was off ruining your happiness. Rafe stood up from the sand, his stature towering over you but he didn’t look as intimidating or as confident as he usually did, he looked heart broken. You had done it, you thought bitterly to yourself. You had perfected how to be a heartbreaker.

“Maybank told me everything, your stupid little plan, the stupid bet. All of it,”

“R-Rafe,” your voice broke, taking a step closer to him but he stumbled away from you, “It’s not what you think.”

Rafe scoffed drily, shaking his head, “You’re going to do that now? I know everything, y/n! You can’t fucking deny it! I trusted you with things, I-I opened up to you about everything… my mother,” he cried, ignoring the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. He didn’t care how he looked in this moment, he couldn’t care less if someone was filming him to expose him at some big party; he fell in love with you and he was broken, he wanted you to know how you made him feel.

“Rafe, when I agreed to do this, I wasn’t thinking about the ending… I was just thinking about how to get back at you for all the shit you put us through.”

A loud, heavy sigh passed his lips and the anger furried behind the agony, “That’s the problem with you and your fuckin pogues,” Rafe snapped, “You think you’re all innocent and I'm this awful monster you can pin the blame on. As if Maybank doesn’t start half, if not more of our fights, as if he’s never said something disgusting about my sister to me thinking he could get away with that. As if you didn’t pretend to fall in love with me just to see the look in my eyes when you tell me it was all a lie.”

“Yes, okay, I admit it, I was pretending at the start,” you shouted at him, feeling all your emotions piling over the edge, “But I wasn’t pretending for the last few weeks. Rafe I-” You blinked back tears, sobs threatening to rip from your lips, “I fell in love with you too.”

“How do I know you aren’t pretending right now? I bet that would be real funny to you and your friends, convince me that you’re in love with me too just to make it hurt even more when you pull the rug out for real.” He shook his head in utter disbelief. He couldn’t believe he had been so wrong about you. He thought that you cared for him, that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. When JJ had showed up at his house, Rafe hadn’t believed him at first, you couldn’t be that cruel. But the look on your face when he said ‘you don’t have to do that’ confirmed it all for him. Rafe thought the worst pain he would ever feel in his life was standing over his mother’s casket at her funeral, but this came close.

“I'm not, Rafe, trust me… I’ve never felt this way about anyone and yes, I’ll forever regret how it started but-”

“You already won, you don’t have to pretend anymore,” he shook his head, interrupting you and turning to walk away.

“Rafe, stop!” you begged, grabbing onto his wrist, but he easily shook you off.

“Congratulations, you got what you wanted, I fell in love with you,” Rafe muttered, disdain dripping from his tongue, “I hope you and Maybank are really happy together, don’t ever speak to me again,” he snarled, giving you one last look before he walked away from you.

“Rafe, please,” You begged, before you felt your knees give out, collapsing into the sand. The sobs you had barely been keeping at bay finally escaped your lips, the sound heart wrenching to anyone who was unfortunate to be near enough to hear them.

JJ must have been nearby, because he was on you in a second, “y/n?!” He was gripping your shoulders, attempting to pull you in for a hug, but you shoved him as hard as you could away from you, and frantically clawed at the sand to propel you backwards, away from him.

"This is all your fault!" You wanted to scream and shout at the top of your lungs, but you couldn't, your voice was a weak whimper. JJ watched you intently, his heart slowing at the sight of you, tears streaming down your face. He can count the amount of times he'd seen you cry on one hand, and it was a sight he wanted to erase from his mind completely.

"Y/n, i-" but he didn't know what to say. He knew what he'd done, he wasn't thinking about you when he said those words. He was solely focused on breaking Rafe's heart that he never considered yours.

“I know you couldn’t ever love someone like me, but that didn’t mean you had the right to stop everyone else from it. Am I that repulsive, that disgusting that you feel the need to ruin any chance I have at happiness?” You sobbed, head falling into your hands. You knew JJ would never love you the way you wanted, and you knew that he was always threatening boys to keep them away from you, but you never thought he would actually do this.

“Y/n, that’s- that’s not-” he was struggling to find the words to say to show you that wasn’t how he felt about you at all.

"I-I'm done, JJ, I'm done chasing something that will never happen," You shook your head, voice hoarse from the screaming and the crying. The one man you wanted to wrap his arms around you and comfort you couldn’t even look at you anymore; the man you shared the softest of moments with in such a short span of time, the man that made you feel something, made you feel wanted and loved.

“Y/n, we can work this out,” JJ pleaded, kneeling down in front of you but you shook your head, pushing him away again. “You’re my best friend and I love you, y/n.”

You choked out a strangled laugh, “Love? Fuck you JJ, you don’t know the meaning of the word.”

“That’s not true, I know I love you.” He pleaded again, stupidly reaching for you a third time. But this time his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to him and he crashed his lips against yours. You struggled against him, his grip strong and tight until you bit his lip. He let go of your wrists in shock and you took the opportunity to slap his cheek as hard as you could.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You cried at him, “You can’t just do that to me JJ. You know that I have been in love with you our whole lives, you don’t get to do this right now. You don’t get to do this ever.” You finally managed to get up, tears falling from your face.

“Y/n, I-” he started again, realizing that he had well and truly fucked up this time, possibly ruining your friendship beyond repair.

“Congratulations, you broke Rafe Cameron’s heart… but you also broke mine.” You spit at him and walked into the night.

JJ sat there on his knees for a moment in shock, staring at his hands that had just held you. His lips were tingling with a kiss that he had craved since the first and last time when you were both fourteen. But it was all wrong. He had waited too long, thinking that you would always just be there in the wings, waiting for him to get his shit together and then you could be together. He had always just taken for granted his beautiful best friend, the one who he swore up and down he didn’t have feelings for, but deep down he always knew he did.

One minute, he’s wallowing in the consequence of his actions, the next, Pope is shoving him, telling him to ‘get up’.

“You idiot!” Pope shouted. JJ had never seen his best friend this mad before, and never at him. Not when JJ had pulled that gun on Topper, not when they had sunk that boat, not even when JJ had attacked you for sleeping with Rafe. But here Pope was, practically shaking with rage that was all directed at him. “When I said tell her how you feel, I didn’t mean destroy her relationship with Rafe and attack her with your face.”

“Yeah, but it was a relationship with Rafe. Cameron.” JJ enunciated the syllables of his enemies first and last name.

“A relationship that you unconsciously set up, and no matter who it is with, y/n is our best friend! We should support it, but we’ll never get the chance now because y/n is a sobbing mess in the house adamant that Rafe wants nothing to do with her. Because of you!”

“I- I didn’t want to hurt her,” JJ lamely replied, eyes downcast on the sand rather than look into the rightfully furious eyes of his best friend.

“And what did you think was going to happen when you exposed the plan to Rafe? Or when you tried to kiss y/n right after her heart was torn out of her chest, huh? What is wrong with you?”

“I wasn’t really thinking, man,” JJ ran his hands over his face, exhaling loudly.

“Clearly,” Pope replied drily, shaking his head at the idiocy of his best friend, wondering if there was a way to fix this, or if JJ had ruined everything.

Only a few feet away, you lay curled up against Kie’s side as she stroked your hair and let you cry on her shoulder. “I love him, Kie, I love him and he wants nothing to do with me. And he’s right to want nothing to do with me. What do I do?”

“Right now, you sleep it off.” She said softly, not understanding your love for the boy who had only ever made your friends’ lives hell, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t support it, support you. You loved her for that.

“And then?” You whispered sleepily, the exhaustion of the last hour of your life seeping deep into your bones.

“I believe if two people are meant to be together, eventually they’ll find their way back.”

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years

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Love Is Not Forced ~ 35

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Word Count: 1,550ish

Summary: King Steven wakes up. Y/N and Steven plan for the wedding.

NOTES: This is the last chapter of this series. I have no words that can fully explain how much the love this series has gotten, has meant to me. Thanks so much for everything. One shot requests for this series are open, if you wish to see anything else. Thanks again, for everything!

They waited in the Princess’ room all through the night and well into the morning. They were all restless, pacing continuously, besides the Princess. Y/N had yet to get out of bed since being put there. She was too terrified to move. It was almost afternoon when the doctors arrived.

“The King lost a lot of blood,” the head doctor spoke. “But we believe that with much rest, he will be fine.”

“Really?” Y/N breathed out.

“Yes, Your Highness. You may visit him if you like.”

No one could stop Y/N from jumping out of bed and rushing out of the room. She was faster than they believed she could be after that long, restless night. But no one was going to stop her from seeing the King. She froze in the doorway, a whimper sounding from her lips. Steven looked worse than he had yesterday, but he was clearly breathing steady breaths. She slowly moved over to him, sitting down in the chair beside his bed. She carefully took his hand, moving her head down to place a kiss on the back of it.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry…”

Y/N stayed by his side for days. Only moving when she needed to bathe or change. Food and drink was brought to her, and the doctors and nurses understood that they had to work around her. As she sat by Steven’s side, she read, wrote letters to her her family, and began wedding planning. It was in the early hours of day three when Steven finally woke up. He was greeted by the site of Y/N sitting at his side, writing. He imagined falling asleep and waking up to that every day.

“My darling,” Steven croaked.

Y/N’s head snapped up. “Oh, Steven.” She set her things down and moved closer to him. “You’re finally awake.”

“Are you sure? Cause… I think I died and went to heaven… there’s an angel at my side…”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Oh my, you did lose a lot of blood… that being said, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay… And I’ll get better, as long as you’re by my side.”

“Always.”

Y/N sent for more of her things to be brought to Brooklyn, explaining to her Father that she wasn’t leaving until Steven was fully healed. She cared for Steven, diligently. Learning out to change his wraps, feeding him, helping him move. When he got stronger, she joined him for walked around the castle until he was strong enough to walk down to the beach. While they walked, they talked of their future, mainly the wedding. It took about two months for Steven to return to his full strength. In that time, almost all of Y/N’s things had been moved to the castle in Brooklyn and the wedding had been planned.

It took place almost another month after Steven was healed. All the kingdoms were invited to attend. The castle was bursting with movement all the time. People bringing gifts, cleaning rooms, preparing food. Then a few days before the wedding, the guests began to arrive. Beginning with the royal families from each kingdom. King Anthony couldn’t keep his mouth shut about how excited he was for his daughter to wed. But in his heart, he was scared to let her go. Upon arriving, King T’Challa asked to speak with the Princess alone. She led them to the beach.

“I wanted to talk to you, Princess,” T’Challa started, “just to share my congratulations. And how proud I am of you. Since I have met you, you have been met with unsurmountable difficulties. But you have handle them with more grace than anyone thought was possible.”

The Princess stopped, causing T’Challa to stop as well. She pulled him into her arms. “Thank you, T’Challa. For always believing in me.”

The night before the wedding, Y/N was too nervous to sleep. She found her way to the beach, with the guards knowing that she was there this time. She fiddled with her fingers as she watched the waves crash against the shore line.

“Getting cold feet, my darling?” Steven’s voice sounded behind her.

“Not at all,” she answered, leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around his waist. “Just nervous… what are you doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured that if you felt the same, I would find you out here.” The stood together in silence, watching the waves, until Steven spoke up again. “Why are you nervous?”

“All the people. And… and the thought of something bad happening tomorrow… I guess… I guess I just wish that it could be the two of us and whoever we chose to preform the ceremony.”

“What if it can be just the two of us?” Steven moved so that he was standing beside Y/N. “We can make promises right here, right now. Just the two of us as people in love. Then tomorrow can be for everyone else, the political way.” He grabbed her hands, turning her to face him. “But tonight, let’s have it be just us.”

“Who could we get at this time of night? And who as the authority?”

“I know just the person.”

Leaving Y/N on the beach, Steven quickly found T’Challa and asked him to preform a small ceremony. T’Challa quickly agreed and followed Steven to the beach.

“T’Challa?” Y/N wondered, as the men walked onto the beach.

“Steven has asked me to preform a small ceremony,” T’Challa explained. “It would be my honor.”

Steven and Y/N moved to stand right next to the water, with T’Challa on the sand. They grabbed onto each other’s hands, looking lovely into each other’s eyes.

“We have gathered here tonight to bind two souls in love,” T’Challa began. “Two souls who have not had the easiest lives or the easiest time with love. But who have fought for what they wanted, and succeeded in getting it. Now, Steven, do you have some words to share with Y/N?”

“My darling, our story didn’t start out easy,” Steven said, gently. “Mostly due to me. And I will never be able to apologize enough for the pain I have caused you. That is why I want to spend my days with you, serving you, making that pain up to you. I long to do everything in my power to make you smile everyday. I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world.” A tear slipped down Steven’s cheek. “To cherish you every second of every day. To always show you how much I care. I promise that you will be the first thing and last thing on my mind everyday. Tonight, I vow to protect you always and forever and, if we are blessed with children, to protect them until my last breath. And finally, I promise to love you past the end of our days.”

“Y/N? Anything you’d like to share with Steven?”

“You were always there,” Y/N said, trying to not to cry. “Even when I didn’t want you there, you never left my side. And now, here on this beach that I fell in love with you on, I promise to you that I will always be at your side. That I will be your listening ear when you need and your hand to hold. I promise that I will always try and make up for the pain that I have caused you. The pain that you went through in trying to be by my side. I promise be the one you wake up to in the middle of the night, when you can’t sleep, or in the morning after a good night of rest. I promise to never take you for granted and to always honor you. I promise to bear your children and rise them to be as kind and gentle as their father.” Y/N failed to keep the tears at bay. “And lastly, I promise to love you each and every day until well past the end of our days.”

“Well then, Steven, do you take this woman to be your wife?”

“I do,” he smiled at Y/N.

“And do you, Y/N, take take this man to be your husband?”

“I do,” she grinned at Steven.

“Then by the power and authority given to me by the crown, I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Steven pulled Y/N into him, allowing their lips to collide in a passion neither of them had felt before. T’Challa smiled, slipping away to give the lovebirds some time alone. As she and Steven made out on the side of the beach, waves crashing onto their feet, Y/N realized that there was no place she’d ever want to be. Standing in the safety Steven’s arms, on the beach where she fell in love with him. When they finally pulled away, they were all smiles. They knew nothing could go too far tonight, but they were okay with just being alone in each others arms. Tomorrow could be for everyone else. For tonight, tonight was made for just the two of them. Just two people in love.

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l-r-christian · 3 years

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Tied:The Huntress and The Original' part three

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Things gets hot and heavy between Y/N and Elijah and both open up to one another. Asmodeus sent out demons to find the oldest Winchester while Heaven is in a panic when word gets out the prophecy was fulfilled.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Simping!Elijah, A bit of angst, Y/N being not good with feelings

Elijah kissed Y/N hungrily as the heat raised between the two and hands roamed one another's bodies. Elijah took off Y/N's bra and his mouth was on her collar bone right away pulling a soft moan from her. Y/N mewled burying her fingers in Elijah's hair as he left bite marks on her as more of their clothes were removed as Y/N let out a breathy moan.

Elijah took one of her breast into his mouth as his hand cupped her other breast and pushed her back against the pillows moving his mouth along her body leaving marks in his wake.

"Elijah." Y/N breathed shivering feeling Elijah's mouth on her thigh leaving a mark there. Y/N mewled burying her fingers in Elijah's hair when mouth finally was where she needed him most. Y/N trembled as Elijah left marks on her thighs then moved to your clit making her moaned loudly.

"Fuck.....so...good." Y/N moaned out trembling as he worked her with his mouth and slip two fingers into her making her arching crying out his name. Elijah added a third finger getting her to arch when he curled his fingers flattening his tongue against her clit.

Elijah raised his head watching Y/N come undone she was shaking gripping the pillows as she came all over Elijah's fingers as the vampire kissed between her breast.

"There we are, beautiful." Elijah says licking his fingers clean after pulling them from her. Y/N pulled Elijah down kissing him tasting herself on his tongue moaning against his mouth as he entered her dripping core. Elijah groaned burying his face in her neck while her hands moved a long his back feeling his muscles flex while he moved.

"Oh....fuck....why....are...you so....good at this?" Y/N moan out as Elijah raised her leg to the crook of his arm and her mouth latched her mouth on his neck trying to leave marks. Elijah growled fucking her harder and deeper as he reached up pulling her hair tilted her head back placing his mouth on her thoat leaving marks there.

"A 1000+ years of practice, baby." Elijah said moaning when she began moving her hips to meet his thrusts. Y/N cried out when Elijah kissed her roughly as he began to pounded into her. Y/N moaned arching as her chest heaving as the vampire leaned back watching her writhing in pleasure under him.

Y/N's face was flushed her eyes closed tears rolling down her cheeks as she shook arching off the pillows when Elijah rubbed her clit. She cummed as her lover growled leaning down holding her arms above her head thrusting rougher.

"Fuck.....Y/N." Elijah growled as she cummed again and he followed after watching her fall back panting as he peppered her body with kisses. Y/N pulled him into a soft kiss making him hum softly as he pulled out and was about to lay down to pull her into his arms. But Y/N just pulled Elijah against her pulling a sigh from him as he nuzzled between her breast.

"In the morning we should head for New Orleans." Y/N said running her fingers through Elijah's hair making him relax against her as her other hand grabbed a sheet pulling it over their bodies.

"We should but for now sleep, baby." Elijah said softly getting quiet mutters from her. Morning came as the sunlight shined though the window as Elijah woke finding Y/N sitting looking at a map dressed in one of his shirts. It made him smile and moved behind her enjoying how she relaxed against his chest.

"What are you doing beautiful?"

"Looking for an easy way to New Orleans." Y/N answered Elijah marking a rout on the map as he pressed kisses on the back of her neck taking in her scent. Elijah hummed buried his face in her neck as for the first time Elijah felt like his other half and he wasn't going to let her go. It was nearing 12 PM when they got back on the road headed for New Orleans but not before stopping in a town and Elijah decided to spoil the huntress.

"I'm fine Dean. I am headed for New Orleans." Y/N said as Elijah watched her on the phone that he got her earlier as they sat in the back of her truck eating well more like Elijah feeding Y/N a fruit salad as she sat in his lap.

'New Orleans?! Why? We need you to head back to the bunker.'

"No can do. I have a witch to kill also to let Elijah's siblings know he is alive." Y/N tells her younger brother leaning back against Elijah's chest seeing his playful smirk something she had the pleasure of seeing the last few days.

'Wait?! You are with the guy that is the father of your prophecy baby?'

"Yeah for two days now," Y/N tells Dean pausing hearing a sound of wood snapping as Elijah held her tighter, "Dean gotta go. I'll call back later." Y/N said hanging up pulling out her shotgun cocking it with one hand as she got out of Elijah's lap.

When a large pitbull came walking out making Y/N lower her gun smiling crouching down hands out.

"Juliet, sweet baby." Y/N cooed softly as the Hound bounded to her licking and whining at the Huntress as she petted the Hellhound and another Hellhound trotted up whining to be petted too. Elijah blinked as he got out of the truck as a suited man stepped out frowning at Y/N seeing her making kissing faces as she mushed the hound's faces.

"Kitten, I wish you would stop baby my Hellhounds."

"Well Crowley tell them stop being such cute little Hell puppies." Y/N said in a baby voice as she mushed Juliet's face as the Hellhound had a derpy look on her face.

"Only you would find Hell's most feared beast adorable." Crowley says sighing stepping out noticing the Original and was quick to stand straight. Crowley knew of the Original family so to have one of the oldest vampires in front of him was quite imitating.

"What brings you by?"

"Asmodeus is looking for you since you kill his demons." Crowley tells the huntress making her frown.

"So he was the one that had all that set up."

"Of course. Your child is said to be a powerful being rivaling an Nephilim so I am leaving Romeo with you."

"That's sweet of you. If I didn't say any better you are getting soft Crowley." Y/N teased petting Romeo who licked her face leaning his body against her. Crowley smirked shaking his head leaving after telling her that Heaven knows of her being with Elijah.

"So you are friends with a demon." Elijah says as Y/N helped Romeo up into the truck getting a bright smile from the Winchester.

"Crowley is a friend started out as an enemy. He has always been looking out for me no matter what he says."

"And your love for the Hellhounds?" Elijah asked as Y/N closed the back of the truck when Elijah noticed the far off look on her face. Elijah gently cupped her face seeing the pain on her face as she subconsciously covered her abdomen.

"Love? Are you......" Elijah was cut off when Y/N pulled away harshly her eyes walking to the driver side of the truck.

"Let's get going."

"Y/N?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Y/N said lowly as Elijah picked up the pain in her tone one he knew all too well. Elijah made a note to ask later as he didn't want her in pain let alone holding onto it.

"I am here to listen when you want to talk." Elijah says cupping her face leaning in to kiss her but Romeo stuck his face between them. Y/N let out a laugh making Elijah smile enjoying the sound of it while Romeo licked her cheek.

"Alright boys let's get going."

Romeo had his head on Y/N's thigh as she drove with one hand on his head rubbing his ear. Elijah was surprised how comfortable he was with sitting in silence with Y/N.

"What is your family like?" Elijah heard Y/N ask making him look at her smiling.

"Well Niklaus is a headache but I can see good in him along with my younger brother Kol. Rebekah is....well a bit bratty but I know she'll adore you. Freya is my older sister calm trying hard to be a good sister. What of your brothers?"

"Dean is a hardheaded but as a good heart. My baby brother Sammy is too smart for his own good....tried to stay out of this life."

"You didn't grow up hunting?" Elijah asked her looking at her seeing a frown on her beautiful face.

"No....mom was killed by a demon. John train us in hunting and what started out as revenge turned into chasing a ghost." Y/N said remembering the long days of training and how John pushed her harder than her brothers.

"Your father sounds all most like my own."

"Really?" Y/N asked looking at him as the truck stopped at a red light as Elijah chuckled a bit nodding but he did know the difference between the men was the fact John didn't try to kill his own children.

"Mikael was a brutal man. But one thing I can take away that I learned from him is how to be a better father than he was."

"Elijah." Y/N said face turning red at the thought of Elijah holding their child or the three of settled off somewhere away from everything. Y/N tore her green eyes away from his mocha ones and started driving again as Elijah smirked hearing her heart racing.

"We should stop for the night."

"Yeah I'll find a motel."

"Oh love no. We are staying in a hotel." Elijah said having Y/N pull up to the nicest place in the town they were in. The room was nice every nice and Y/N let out a moan when she layed on the bed as it was the most comfortable bed she layed on.

"Comfortable?" Elijah asked smirking moving over Y/N as she reached up cupping his cheek and he leaned down kissing her softly.

"You are spoiling me."

"I am aware. I want to, I find myself adoring you."

"You are a giant sapp aren't you." Y/N teased as Elijah smiled leaning down kissing her then pulled away. Both got ready for bed and Romeo layed on her side of the bed as Elijah got in behind her.

"Night big guy."

"Goodnight baby." Elijah said softly kissing her bare shoulder lacing their fingers together as he held her close. Y/N relaxed against Elijah surprised with how safe he made her feel and was happy that he would be the father of her baby. Sleep came easy for the two unaware that Ketch was on his way toward their hotel along with Sam and Dean.

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hysterialevi · 3 years

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Hjarta | Chapter 10

Fanfic summary: In an AU where Eivor was adopted by Randvi’s family instead, he ends up falling in love with the man his sister has been promised to despite the arranged marriage between their clans.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornson x Male Eivor

Author’s note: Sorry about the delay on this one guys! As I said before I wasn’t feeling that great these past few days because of the vaccine, but I’m doing much better now. Thanks for being patient.

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A WHILE LATER

THE TEMPLE

This was it. This was finally the day.

After what felt like an eternity of going back and forth with his emotions, Eivor would see Sigurd married to Randvi at last, and the alliance would be set in stone. Their two clans would be joined into one fearsome army, and they would stop Kjotve from ever roaming Norway’s seas again.

It was a wondrous day for everyone in the village, considering the nature of their agenda. Vibrant decorations had been placed on every surface imaginable in Bjornheimr, and lively laughter could be heard ringing throughout the air.

Ribbons and banners hung from the roofs, lanterns dangled from the trees, and all across the ground, Eivor saw nothing but fresh flower petals adorning the paths. Meanwhile, the sounds of drums and lyres harmonized with the whispers of Mother Earth, and not too far away from him, the young man could see people dancing with one another.

It was a sight that normally would’ve inspired happiness in Eivor’s heart, but for today, all he felt was loneliness.

Ever since he woke up, he hadn’t been able to shake off the shadow that loomed over him. The weight of Sigurd’s absence continued to linger on his shoulders, and it hindered his motivation to get involved with the festivities.

At the moment, he was currently sitting on a bench that rested just beside the temple and overlooked the wedding, giving him a clear view of its events. He saw clusters of familiar faces beckoning him to come join them, but no matter what, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. And he knew exactly why.

Underneath the wedding arch, Eivor saw Sigurd and Randvi chatting with a group of people as they shared drinks with one another, getting a head-start to the wedding’s celebrations.

The prince was dressed in an ornate, white tunic paired with a crown of flowers that sat on his head, and his broad physique had been relieved of all the armor that he usually wore. He was smiling and laughing in the presence of the other guests, and on the surface, it looked like he was actually enjoying himself.

But underneath all the pretenses, Eivor could tell that the man was just as conflicted as he was. Every time he got a brief moment to himself, or was spared from the attention of scattered onlookers, his expression would drop, and a look of despondency would darken his eyes.

Sigurd seemed miserable, if Eivor was being honest. It was clear that he wasn’t willing to settle down with this marriage, but knew he had to for the sake of their clans’ safety... and it was ruining him.

Eivor just wished he could summon the courage to speak to him again. There were a thousand different things he wished to say to the man, but he had no idea how to word any of them.

How could he talk to Sigurd while acting as if nothing happened between the two of them? Or that they weren’t both upset about this wedding? How was it possible that they’d be able to keep up that kind of charade?

At this point, Eivor knew better than to believe he’d be able to conceal his true emotions. He had already seen how easy it was for Sigurd to crack open his shell, and he didn’t want to risk losing control of any more of his impulses. Especially not on a day such as this. Ingrida’s warnings had yet to take their leave from the Wolf-Kissed’s list of worries, and the last thing Eivor wanted was to be the reason they came true.

“Everyone!” Arngeir called out, breaking Eivor’s train of thought as the music came to a pause. “Everyone, gather around!”

The jarl was currently standing at the front of the wedding with Styrbjorn at his side, and held a tall tankard of mead in his grasp. He addressed the crowd before them while Sigurd lingered next to the archway, greeting his people with a radiant smile.

“My brothers!” Arngeir said proudly, “my sisters! Today is a day for celebration. The seas of this war have been relentless with chaos, and we have endured a great deal to stand where we are now. I know many of you have sacrificed your heart and soul in the name of survival. You have fought, you have bled, and you have known pain unlike any other. But no more. Today,” he placed a hand on Styrbjorn’s shoulder, “the Bear and Raven clans will become one, and we will finally have what it takes to deliver Kjotve into the jaws of Nidhoggr himself!”

A unanimous cheer erupted from the villagers.

“So, drink!” Arngeir exclaimed over their voices. “Drink and feast to your hearts’ content! Let your spirits sing with joy as we celebrate this marriage, and let the gods hear our thundering war cries when the time for battle comes! May Freya bless this new couple with her loving embrace, and may Tyr guide us into victory. Or to Valhalla.” He raised his tankard in the air. “Skål, my drengir!”

The guests returned the toast. “Skål!”

A series of merry cries rose from the crowd as they happily downed their drinks in unison, eager to get the mead flowing. The music of the festival quickly resumed its lively beat, and chirps of laughter returned to the air.

As for Eivor, the man remained seated by the temple and simply watched the festivities unfold, wishing more than anything that he could talk to Sigurd again. He knew the prince would likely welcome him with open arms despite the tension between them, but even then, there was just something holding him back.

He didn’t have the strength to approach Sigurd now that the man was officially married. Despite all his efforts to ignore it, Eivor did feel a spark of jealousy flickering in his heart whenever he laid eyes on Randvi, and he hated himself for it.

Randvi didn’t deserve any animosity. She was simply doing what she was told, just like Sigurd. Still, part of Eivor secretly wished he could be in her position. He wished he could openly display his affection for the prince, and not constantly feel the need to hide it.

But alas, there was no longer any grey area about the matter. Sigurd and Randvi had officially been bound by this alliance, and Eivor would have to stay away from him, no matter how alluring the thought might’ve been. They wouldn’t be able to repeat what they did last night, and to go against this marriage would’ve been a betrayal.

“Eivor?” A stray voice blurted out, causing the Wolf-Kissed to glance over his shoulder. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be up here, and yet, he found himself gazing back at the one man who could’ve potentially eased his pain.

Ulfar.

“What are you doing here, little cub?” The old raider asked, pushing through the snow. “I assumed you’d be enjoying the festivities by now.”

Eivor turned back around and rested his elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the ground.

“I’m not in the mood.”

Ulfar cocked a brow at the response. “Not in the mood for a drink? That doesn’t sound like you.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “Must be something bad.”

He took a seat next to Eivor, allowing himself to rest for a moment.

“...Care to share your thoughts?”

The young man paused, throwing Ulfar’s inquisitive nature right back at him. “Before I do -- what are you doing up here? I’m surprised you’re not at my father’s side. He usually keeps you close.”

“Indeed, but today’s not exactly a usual day, is it? Eirik and I are patrolling the village at your father’s behest. He wants us to make sure the people are safe whilst they celebrate the wedding.”

Eivor glanced at the view in front of them. “See anything yet?”

“Nothing urgent so far. Eirik spotted a longship on the horizon earlier, but it’s impossible to see which clan it belongs to from here. He’s keeping an eye on it as we speak.” The warrior tilted his head at the other man. “And what about you? What brings you to the temple on a day like this?”

Eivor hesitated. “I... I don’t know if I should say.”

A tone of genuine concern took hold of Ulfar’s voice. “Is it truly that bad?”

“Yes. I’m afraid so.”

The raider leaned forward in his seat, looking the young man in the eye. “Eivor. Speak plainly to me. What’s going on?”

The Wolf-Kissed turned away from Ulfar, pondering whether or not to tell him. He trusted the man to keep this conversation between them -- he had never known him to be a snitch -- but even then, part of him feared how Ulfar would react.

Eivor was aware of the warrior’s doubts towards Sigurd after all, and the last thing he wanted was to tarnish the prince’s reputation even further. This alliance was as fresh as a newborn babe, and the young man wondered if it would’ve been foolish to expose his secrets so soon.

Still, Eivor knew he couldn’t keep it in for much longer. The stress that came with suppressing his emotions was quickly taking its toll, and he needed to let it out somehow.

“Ulfar...” the young man said, “I’ll tell you what’s going on because I trust you, but this must stay between us. I mean it. No one else can hear about this. Alright?”

The older man’s brow was crinkled with confusion, but he complied nonetheless. “...Alright, Eivor. I understand. Now, what’s the matter?”

Eivor took a deep breath. “...Do you remember the conversation we had at the feast? When the Raven Clan first arrived?”

Ulfar chuckled. “No, not really. I’m an old man now, Eivor. My memory isn’t what it once was.”

Eivor returned the laugh. “You were telling me about Geirmund’s fortress. And how you met Linnea.”

The raider’s expression lit up with remembrance. “...Ah, yes.”

“You also asked me if I had found anyone significant in my life,” he continued. “I told you no.”

“And?”

Eivor knotted his hands together in nervousness. “Well... that’s changed recently.”

“Has it? Then why do you seem so upset? That’s a good thing, Eivor.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew who it was.”

Ulfar shrugged. “Well then, who is it?”

The Wolf-Kissed gazed down at the wedding. “...The man who just got married today.”

The old warrior followed his line of sight, instantly falling into silence once he realized whom Eivor was referring to.

“...You mean Sigurd?” Ulfar clarified, unable to hide the dread that was rising in his chest. “Oh, Eivor...”

“I know.” The younger man said. “I know it’s bad. I’ve told myself I shouldn’t feel this way over and over again, but no matter what I do, these thoughts just won’t go away. Sigurd and I tried to keep things platonic in the beginning, but over time, we just... couldn’t help it anymore.”

Ulfar let out a troubled sigh. “...And what about Randvi? Does she know about this?”

“No, I don’t think so. You’re the only one so far.”

That seemed to bring some relief to the raider. “Good. You’d do best to keep it that way. There’s no telling how others would react, especially the king.”

Eivor pressed a finger on his temple. “What should I do though, Ulfar? Out of honor, I can’t approach Sigurd now that he’s officially been wed. To entice him would be wrong. But I also can’t ignore how I feel.”

Ulfar’s gaze fell to the ground. “...I wish I had an easy answer for you, little cub. But the truth is, nothing about this will be easy. You have a special connection with Sigurd, and it isn’t going to disappear just because of this alliance.”

The young man grew despondent. “I only wish there was some way to forget about all this. Perhaps then, my mind would finally let me rest.”

The warrior shot a glance at his friend. “Eivor, are you listening to me?”

Eivor paused, urging Ulfar to continue his train of thought.

“You can’t make these feelings go away.” He reiterated. “You’re trying to fight a battle that’s already been lost. The best thing you can do right now is talk to Sigurd. Straighten things out with him. Clean up this mess before it becomes worse. It may not bring the outcome you want, but it will bring the closure you need. Trust me.”

Eivor peered in the prince’s direction, reluctant to accept reality. He knew there was truth to Ulfar’s words, but a part of him still wished for another solution. A solution that didn’t involve discarding his relationship with Sigurd.

“...Perhaps you’re right.” He conceded in a downcast manner.

The raider’s voice softened with sympathy. “I’m sorry, Eivor. This must be difficult for you. But it isn’t your fault.”

That piqued Eivor’s curiosity. “You don’t think so?”

“No, of course not. We do not choose who we love. The Nornir determine that for us. Unfortunately though, our plans do not always match what the gods have in mind. I only wish you didn’t have to be the one dealing with this dilemma.”

“...So do I.”

Ulfar switched to a more encouraging tone, hoping to lift the young man’s spirits. “Hey, there’s no need to sulk. Remember what Ingrida always says. Any attempt to deviate from the path will be met with what was destined to be. Your time will come. Just not today.”

Eivor displayed a faint smile in response to his words. “Thank you, Ulfar. I--”

“--Ulfar...!”

Interrupting their conversation, a third voice suddenly jumped into the scene, causing the two men to glance towards the source. The voice was sharpened with a deep rasp that sat on its edge, and it seemed to scrape against the throat of its owner. It didn’t have much force standing behind it, but even then, Eivor could still hear the desperation behind its words.

“Yes?” Ulfar replied at the sound of his name. “What is it--?”

He came to a halt, taking a moment to process the peculiar sight approaching him.

Not too far away from them, Ulfar and Eivor saw Eirik limping towards the temple, practically dragging his feet through the snow. His labored breathing trudged along to the rhythm of his heavy footsteps, and his movements were sluggish with exhaustion. The main detail that caught Ulfar’s attention though, was the fresh trail of blood dotting the ground in his wake.

“Eirik!” The raider exclaimed in alarm, immediately rushing over to him. He supported the man’s weight in his arms, lifting him up as he spoke.

“Hey,” he called out, trying to get his attention. “Hey! Can you hear me? What happened to you?”

Eirik weakly gripped onto one of Ulfar’s arms, staring him in the eye. “...K-Kjotve. He’s... here. You must--” a numbing pain racked his body, coaxing a groan out of him.

“We must what?” Ulfar asked. But Eirik had already moved on.

“...please,” the injured man whispered, “keep my mother safe. Tell her... it isn’t...”

He fell limp in the old warrior’s embrace, passing onto the next realm with his final words trapped in his throat. His body keeled forward as his spirit departed from its shell, and upon greeting death, Eirik tumbled into the snow, revealing a number of arrows protruding from his back.

Before Ulfar had any time to mourn though, the rallying cry of a horn suddenly blared in the distance, calling for Bjornheimr’s warriors as Kjotve’s men emerged from the shadows.

The sounds of battle quickly rose throughout the village, and down at the wedding, Eivor could see Sigurd rushing to defend their people, storming around with a sword in his hand.

“Shit!” Ulfar cursed, rising from the ground. He whipped his axe out of its sheathe and placed a protective hand over Eivor’s chest, urging him to take shelter.

“Eivor, gather any survivors you can find and take them to the longhouse! I’ll join the other warriors and protect the wedding.”

“Wait!” The young man protested, grabbing Ulfar’s wrist just before he could leave.

The raider glared at him with a bewildered look in his eye. “What is it?”

“...Let me defend the wedding. I’ll go in your stead.”

Ulfar clearly wasn’t on board with the idea. “What? This is no time to be arguing! You need to go, Eivor. Now!”

“Please,” he insisted. “I need to make sure Sigurd’s safe. He’s down there with the rest of my family. Let me do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to get them out of there alive. You know I will.”

The older man quickly shifted his mind, not willing to waste another second.

“...Fine,” he said in a hasty tone. “Do what you must, but do it carefully. I don’t want you following Eirik’s footsteps today. And don’t forget about the alliance, Eivor. I know how you feel about Sigurd, but we cannot lose him for the sake of this war either. Do you understand?”

Eivor gave him a firm nod. “I understand.”

“Good. Then may the Defender of Midgard guide our hand today, and may we pummel Kjotve’s skull with an axe at last.”

“Odin watch over you, Ulfar.”

The raider parted ways with the young man. “Odin watch over us all.”

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A FEW MINUTES LATER

THE WEDDING

Sprinting towards the ruined festival, Eivor fought his way through clumps of Kjotve’s warriors as they stormed the village and set fire to the buildings, staining the sky red with their morbid flames. Vivid sparks could be seen erupting from black pillars of smoke, and in the distance, the young warrior saw nothing but clouds of ash obscuring the path.

It looked like Ragnarök itself had been unleashed on Bjornheimr. Shrieks of panic filled the air like an orchestra gone mad, and just sitting on the horizon, Eivor spotted the striking silhouettes of Kjotve’s ships latching onto their docks.

It was a view the young man had been dreading for the past decade of his life. The memory of his parents’ deaths remained fresh in his head, and terror paralyzed his heart at the idea of losing a loved one again.

...But no. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t. Ulfar was depending on him to protect everyone at the wedding, and that was exactly what he’d do. Even if it meant sacrificing himself. He wouldn’t simply stand by and watch people die like before. This time, he would defend them.

Heaving his axe with a ferocious amount of effort, Eivor let out a rough shout as he lodged the sturdy blade into the neck of a raider, cutting them down within a heartbeat.

By now, it looked like Kjotve’s men had taken control of the wedding and gathered a handful of captives, lining them up as if they were livestock for sale. They had bound them with numerous bundles of rope and shoved them down to their knees, forcing them to watch their attackers from below.

What concerned Eivor the most though, was that the raiders were no longer alone.

Towering over the rest of the scene like a lion searching for its prey, the Wolf-Kissed spotted the very same man who slew his parents all those winters ago, now staring down at the prince he loved. His face had been folded with wrinkles due to years of waging countless wars, but the rest of his stature remained as intimidating as ever.

Eivor felt like a scared little boy again just by looking at him. Kjotve’s mere presence was more than enough to bring back a flood of unwanted nightmares, and the young man suddenly found himself questioning whether or not he was fit for this task. He still heard his mother’s desperate cries thundering in his head as if she were there, and the haunting view of his father’s lifeless gaze had been branded into the back of his eyelids.

“Do not abandon him or his memory,” Eivor thought to himself, repeating Ulfar’s words from when he was just a boy. “You wish to reclaim the honor your father lost? Then you must fight for it.”

A sprout of fury flared up in his chest at the profound memory, and he shouted across the battlefield at Kjotve himself, speaking with a level of rage he had never experienced before.

“Kjotve!” Eivor roared, leading the man to come to a halt.

The gargantuan raider turned around to see who was calling his name and peered through the smoke, narrowing his eyes as he tried to identify their face.

Emerging from the sea of fire, Kjotve saw nothing but a lone warrior prowling towards him with a strangely familiar axe in his grip, sauntering across the blood-stained dirt. Gusts of wind distorted the ash blanketing the battlefield around him, and behind strands of golden hair, Kjotve spotted a pair of arctic orbs glaring back at him, wide-open with wrath.

Before he could address the warrior though, his son stepped forward first.

“What do you want, bacraut?” Gorm barked, pointing a finger at them. “A blade to the gullet, perhaps?”

Kjotve held out an arm. “Hold, Gorm. Don’t bare your fangs just yet. There’s something... different about this one.”

The man scoffed. “Different? He looks just like every other ‘warrior’ in this village to me. Weak and cowardly.”

“...Perhaps,” Kjotve said, glancing down, “but that axe...” He approached the stranger. “You there! Where did you find that weapon? Who are you?”

The blonde viking stopped in his tracks, keeping his gaze nailed onto the other man as the entire wedding froze to see what was going on.

“My name is Eivor.” He announced, his voice resembling the hiss of a serpent. “...You know me.”

Kjotve grinned immediately upon hearing the name and strolled towards his opponent, meeting him in the middle.

“...Eivor? The son of Varin and Rosta? Heh. My, my. You were just a little boy the last time we met, Wolf-Kissed. I must say, I’m surprised to see you drawing breath even after all these years. You’ve certainly grown a lot since then. But alas... you are still no more than a child chasing after his father’s honor. It seems you’ll never learn.”

Eivor clenched his hand around the grip, doing his best to keep his anger at bay.

“...I have no interest in your taunts, Kjotve. I’ve only come for my family. Let them go.”

The older man laughed and planted his battle axe in the ground, resting an elbow on its hilt. “And tell me, Eivor -- why exactly would I do that?”

The young warrior raised his own weapon, looking at the line of captives sitting behind Kjotve. “I may have been defenseless during our first encounter, but don’t think I’ll cower away from you now. I will take my family back, with or without shedding your blood.”

Sigurd’s head perked up at the response, and he struggled in his restraints. “Eivor...! Don’t!”

Kjotve noticed the prince’s reaction, allowing him to think of a different approach. He doubted there would be much difficulty in slaying the Wolf-Kissed one-on-one, but he wanted to indulge in another method.

“Hmm,” he said in thought, “you wish to rescue these fools from their fate? Perhaps... there is a way we could arrange that.”

Gorm snapped his head in Kjotve’s direction. “Father!”

“Silence, boy.” He commanded. “These are my slaves. Not yours. I will bargain with them as I please.”

Kjotve shifted his focus back to Eivor, presenting his idea. “Listen to me carefully, son of Varin. I am willing to offer your people a way out of this, but only one. It’s your choice whether you take it or leave it.”

Eivor grew impatient. “Just say what you have to say and be done with it.”

The slaver smirked maliciously. “As you wish.”

Kjotve tugged his weapon out of the ground and rested the blade on his shoulder, preparing it for battle. “...Lay down your axe. Surrender yourself to me, and I will let everyone else go, including your beloved prince here.”

Eivor fell silent at the demand and clenched his jaw in spite, almost having to stop himself from laughing at the absurdity of the request.

“You expect me to believe you?” He nearly growled. “After you spewed the same lies to my father, and broke your oath to him? No. I won’t do it.”

Kjotve lifted a brow. “Are you certain, Wolf-Kissed? You could be right, of course... but are you willing to bet your family’s lives on it?”

The young warrior’s expression twisted into a glower. “...You are a rat, Kjotve. A dishonorable wretch that will forever serve as a sheathe to Nidhoggr’s fangs...!”

The raider merely chuckled at the response, undeniably amused by his enemy’s distress.

“Well, if you prefer, I could always erase your doubt and simply kill them all right now.” Kjotve positioned his blade under Sigurd’s chin. “Starting with him.”

Eivor felt the urge to leap forward then and there, but held himself back.

“Don’t... touch him.” He whispered, almost sounding feral. The slaver smiled back at him.

“You know what you have to do to stop me.”

The Wolf-Kissed gritted his teeth in rage and strengthened his hold on the axe, practically crushing it in his grip as his knuckles turned white.

He couldn’t believe it. After thirteen years of planning for revenge and fending off the grief that came with his loss, he was now being forced into the exact same position as his father, and being humiliated like a thrall. Everyone’s lives depended on the sacrifice of his honor, but to comply would’ve meant giving up everything he had fought for.

What would happen to Eivor if he accepted the deal? What would Kjotve do with him? Would he truly keep his word and set the captives free? Or would he simply cut the young warrior’s throat, and demolish the rest of the village once he was dead?

Eivor didn’t know what to do anymore. He couldn’t bear the idea of watching anything happen to Sigurd or his family, but he also despised the thought of failing to avenge his previous one.

Kjotve was the one who took everything from him. He destroyed his home, his childhood, and his life. To spare him now would’ve been an even greater shame than the one his father suffered.

But still... he loved Arngeir. He loved his sisters. And most of all, he was starting to fall in love with Sigurd. He had gotten so used to a world with the prince’s influence, that to see him drop out of it now would’ve devastated him.

He couldn’t allow him to die. He couldn’t disappoint Ulfar, and he couldn’t let the alliance crumble. Sigurd’s life carried far more value than his, and at this point, Eivor was willing to do anything to preserve it.

So, without saying another word, the young man reluctantly bent down towards the ground and gazed at Sigurd with an apologetic look, gently placing the axe right by his feet.

“No!” The prince exclaimed, his eyes widened with panic. “What are you doing? Pick up your axe, Eivor! Remember what this snake did to your father! Don’t let him corner you into his trap--!”

“--Quiet, you!” Gorm commanded, striking Sigurd over the head.

Meanwhile, Kjotve ignored his prisoner’s cries and grinned in satisfaction, focusing entirely on the man in front of him.

“It seems you were correct, Gorm,” he remarked. “He is the same as everyone else. Weak... and cowardly. Just like his father. I should’ve guessed.”

Eivor’s glare only sharpened. “I did what you asked, Kjotve. Now, do your part and set them free!”

Kjotve shook his head in a patronizing manner, laughing shamelessly at the unarmed viking. A sheen of deceit plastered itself onto his barbaric smile, and simply by looking at him, the young man knew he had been fooled.

“Did you really think it’d be any different this time? I almost pity you, Wolf-Kissed. You’re an even bigger fool than Varin was. I suppose you’ll be joining him and your mother in Helheim, then. Send them my regards.” He turned to his son, bellowing a new list of orders at him. “Gorm! Take the strongest ones back to the ship alive. We can make use of them. As for the rest -- kill them all. We’ll leave their corpses for the ravens to feed.”

Gorm began strolling towards the prisoners. “With pleasure.”

“Wait!” Eivor shouted. But it was too late.

Within the blink of an eye, the man had already unsheathed his blade and pulled Randvi’s head back by the hair, preparing to slit her throat. Just before he could carry out Kjotve’s commands though, a lone arrow suddenly bolted through the air and planted itself into his shoulder, sending him reeling to the ground.

He flailed around for a moment and flicked his eyes around in shock, only to see the archer face-to-face once the chaos finally settled.

It was Ulfar.

“Cut them down!” The raider yelled, his voice thundering across the village.

Charging out from the smoke, Eivor saw a small army of men storming the wedding as Kjotve’s people froze in bewilderment, giving their clan the exact opening they needed to shift the balance of this fight.

The warriors immediately seized the battlefield and overwhelmed it like a fire feeding on kindling, driving their weapons through the hearts of their enemies. They hunted them down like animals running through a field, and showered the invading raiders with a hurricane of arrows.

As for Kjotve himself, the man fled to his longship with as many prisoners as possible and nearly dragged Gorm onto the boat, signaling his men to leave Bjornheimr. It was evident to him that he was now on the losing side of this fight, but even then, he still managed to take a group of captives that he was no doubt going to sell -- including Thora.

Ulfar, on the other hand, was busy freeing what prisoners remained. He had already released Randvi from her binds and was now carving his way through Sigurd’s rope, setting the prince free.

“Are you hurt?” The older man asked, helping Sigurd up to his feet.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” He blurted out, eager to contribute to the battle. But Ulfar wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

“Where’s Eivor?” He questioned. “I was able to see Kjotve and Gorm, but I couldn’t find the boy from where I stood.”

Sigurd gestured in the opposite direction. “He’s over there. He’s--” The man came to an abrupt pause, leading Ulfar to follow his line of sight.

“What is it?” The raider said, but it didn’t take him long to realize.

Kneeling in the dirt, Ulfar found Eivor sitting somberly amongst all the pandemonium, seemingly unfazed by the death and destruction surrounding him. His eyes were locked onto the axe lying beside his legs, and just by observing the boy, the old warrior could tell that he was trapped in another battle of his own.

Eivor just let his parents’ murderer escape for a second time. After thirteen years of waiting for him. He had been tricked by the same deal his father fell prey to, and now, there was nothing but humiliation weighing him down.

He felt like a complete failure. His honor had been stolen from him once again, and now all of Bjornheimr was going to know it. They would see him as a coward for deciding to drop his weapon, and Kjotve’s forces would only grow stronger because of it.

But the part that stood out the most to Ulfar, was the fact that he did it all for Sigurd. Eivor had only known the man for about two weeks, and yet, he was willing to give up Valhalla itself in exchange for his survival. He knew the possibility of Kjotve going back on his word was likely, and even then, he still decided to take the risk.

Just how much did this man mean to him, exactly? Ulfar was aware of Eivor’s feelings for Sigurd, but he never expected the two of them to share such an adamantine bond. He could see now that the young man was truly in love with the prince... and it frightened him to the core.

This would not bode well for the marriage. Eivor could try to conceal his emotions as much as he wanted, but Ulfar already knew it would be for naught. It was impossible to ignore a love as strong as this, and he could only pray that the alliance wouldn’t fall apart so long as Eivor’s affections remained alive.

He supposed the best thing he could do now was guide the young man. Ulfar didn’t plan on telling anyone about his secret, but he also knew it’d be foolish to let his feelings roam free.

Kjotve was still out there. His army was still growing. And now, he had Thora as a slave.

If the people of Bjornheimr wanted to rescue her from his grasp, they would need the help of Styrbjorn’s entire clan to assault the slaver’s fortress. It would require every single warrior they had under their command, and Ulfar didn’t intend on letting Eivor’s hidden relationship put Thora’s safety in jeopardy.

He just hoped he wouldn’t hurt the boy by doing so. It was clear to him how much the Wolf-Kissed cared about Sigurd, so the last thing he wanted was to push the two of them apart.

But Arngeir needed Ulfar to maintain a clear mind. He needed his pragmatism. He needed his rationality. That was the whole reason he had kept Ulfar at his side for almost two decades now.

As much as it pained the old man, he would have to approach this objectively. He would have to keep Eivor away from Sigurd’s company, and ensure that the alliance remained strong.

Otherwise, he had no idea how the future would unfold. If anyone learned about their secret affair, Ulfar assumed that all hell would break loose. The friendship between their clans would instantly shatter, and the fires of a second war would likely ignite.

It was a dilemma that Ulfar wouldn’t wish on anyone in a paternal position, but alas, it was the one the gods had granted him. So, with a quick shift of the mind, the warrior brought his attention back to the battle at hand and left Eivor alone, allowing him to regather his thoughts.

He assumed the boy would be in a state of distress after the day’s events, and he didn’t want to be the reason he finally tipped over the edge.

Ulfar had enough to worry about at the moment, and he imagined it was just the beginning.

#hjarta #assassin's creed valhalla #ac valhalla #sigurd styrbjornson #eivor wolfkissed #eivor wolfsmal #eivor varinsson #male eivor #sigurd x male eivor #ac valhalla fanfic

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misskittysmagicportal · 3 years

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Intimacy prompt no 50 with Vladek, our favorite murder shaman. 🔪

The Drumming Song (Vladek x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 888

Warnings: angst, mention of sacrifice, rituals, injury, minor blood mention

A/N: You would follow Vladek anywhere, even into the frozen mouth of Hell. (Turns out this became a prequel to my last Vladek request, "Shake It Off" @neuroticpuppy chose 50. "patching up a wound"

“For better or worse,” you mumbled, losing yourself in thought as you stared out into the frozen tundra of Fortitude. So far it's been nothing but worse.

There was a morning your love, Vladek woke with terror. He bellowed in Nordic, a language you didn't even realize he knew, and Russian as he flailed his arms to ward off invisible assailants. His hands slapped and squashed at:

“Wasps! How did they get in here?” he cried with terror in his eyes. “How did he come back?” Vladek clung to your neck and shoulders. “We did what we were supposed to do. What the Gods commanded.”

“Vladek,” you begged, “what gods? What are you talking about?”

“I have to go. Today. Fortitude. My people should have never abandoned her.”

You knew Vladek was, as your family referred to him, a mixed breed. Ignorance still abides in the modern age. He was simply part Russian and part Sami. They were Nordic Indigenous peoples; he was raised by them until he came of age. All he managed to say in your years together was that they tried to force him into a ritual that meant mutilating a part of his body that had only just awakened. So he ran.

Vladek stayed with a friend of his mother’s, Freya. She cared for him until the Klimov side of his family could reclaim him. He insisted to you now that she would believe his journey. But he had to assess the town. See how far the demon progressed, and find a guide to open him up to what he must do to finally end what his grandfather started. You found it to be utter bullshit.

But here you were, weeks later as Vladek reconnected with his ancestors. He took a job as an electrician which gave him access to every inch of this fortress of solitude. You had to admit, as you sat in the window of your hotel room, that strange shit was going on.

All you wanted was a simple life back in Oslo. Not ancient dead whales and murder and reanimated bodies and swarms of evil bugs. Children. That dimpled smile on Vladek’s face that turned his eyes from a muddy green to an emerald. Ever since you followed him to this God forsaken shithole, his mood ranged from pensive to simply dark. Even you were not enough to pull him away from his mission.

You found yourself lost in the reverie of the days when you and Vladek would travel from Oslo to Stockholm by motorcycle. Your face buried in those wild curls and his leather jacket. You longed for his laughter instead of the solemn trekking out to the Sami encampment after having his first “sign.”

You missed Vladek coming in until he spoke and made you scream. He was bundled up like some sort of arctic boogeyman with giant steampunk goggles. Ones used for welding. His right arm tucked tight against his chest. An appendage in his left dripped the same crimson liquid Vladek’sjacket sleeve was soaked in. Blood.

“My love, what-what's that?” you questioned. The words came out in Russian.

Vladek held up a spine, “The first step into healing Fortitude.

“Where did you get that from?”

He turned to place the part carefully in a bag. “I will build a tupilaq. A being that will take all the forces of good and drive this demon back to Hela.”

You ignored him, “Vladek what is wrong with your arm?”

“But I must leave you, kjærlighet. We cannot see one another until this is through. Parts of me are too,” he touched your face tenderly now, “delighted by you and your body.”

Vladek slipped out of his layers before using his good arm to envelop you in a hug. His lips were ice against yours. You hugged him tight and clung to his sweater, the sense of losing him hung in the air around you. He was off his fucking rocker.

Still the virgin shaman allowed you to hold his wrist and roll back the sleeve. The fabric clung to gash in his forearm. You gingerly separated the wool from the wound that still seeped with blood. If it hurt, Vladek never let on.

“He came to me like a companion. Until I started the sacrifice, then? He bit into me without letting go. It made his death easier for me, and his spine will be the first offering.” He stroked your chin with his fingers, “We will get married when this is over. I promise.”

You left Vladek's side and rummaged through your suitcase for a kit you always carried. Peroxide. Bandaids. A sewing kit. You wouldn't be certain if he needed stitches until you cleaned the bite. After soap and water, you poured peroxide on him in a copious amount. More out of anger than care. He finally winced.

Yet you bent to kiss the injury in several places. “I have been promised to you since our sixteenth birthdays, Vladek. I will wait for you here, but if it's too much? If shit goes sideways in this evil town, I will leave. With or Without you. I can't watch this town destroy you too.”

Vladek silently agreed. Your mouths meshed one more time, but you knew neither of you would be the same.

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#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #vladek x reader

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Trying the best to survive': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Trying the best to survive"

"I'm just trying my best to survive, not to work with the KGB and Perseus!"

Chapter Summary: Yirina had a mental breakdown in the restroom of Century House and Park was there to comfort her but now, she only wants to rest...exhausted...and still feeling sad...

Link of the Picrew used !

To read it on AO3, click here!

Words : +3000

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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July 5th, it's been three days now that I've been facing a mental breakdown, and...it was still here with me, giving me the worst nights I could live, filled with nightmares and dreams about living that scene on that cliffside, each time was different but everyone was finishing in the same way: Adler able to shoot me 3 bullets at the same place, taunting me about my choices & Park before walking away, leaving me to die and the only thing that was getting me out of those nightmares was my cries and Park's comfort.

And that, it was for me, impossible to have a normal night and my days were no longer the same. Because of it, the first day after that incident, I wasn't able to go back to work, I was scared, panicked at the idea of going to Century House in public...passing through the front door of the apartment was a fight inside of me and each time, I couldn't step outside, forcing me to stay here for the day, leaving Park, Zasha & Portnova to go work without me, I wanted to be with them, with Park but I was scared...I was never scared before like that in my life...

When I opened my eyes that morning on the bed, my body covered by the white blankets, I could see Park, already dressing up on her side of the bed, putting on a new white shirt, buttoning it. I slowly moved to get my hands around her waist to say hello...

"Hey..." I whispered, managing to do what I wanted to do before landing a little kiss on the back of her shoulder.

"Yiri..." She said in a low voice, putting her hands on top of my arms, slowly turning her head around to see a little grin on it. "Are you okay?" She asked me.

"No, I'm...not feeling great," I replied sincerely to her, sitting on the bed behind her, putting my head against her back. "I'm trying to stop them but I can't," I said, referring to my nightmares.

"I know," She snorted, quickly passing her left hand below her eyes, seeing me like was also breaking her. "Zasha, Portnova & me, we're here to help," She reminded me in a good voice.

"Yes but...I'm just trying...but I can't...I can't..." I repeated before the usual tears were coming back on my eyes, causing me to get away from Park to lay down back on my spot on the bed. "I'm struggling but each time, he's winning," I told her.

"Adler?" I nodded to her, her voice breaking at saying that name.

"It's always me & him, that cliffside, not able to defend myself but only with my fists but each time, he shot me 3 times and he left me to die," I clarified even if she was knowing about it a little with Zasha & Portnova but she was the one to know more, it was obliged. "I tried to fight but it's always useless, I can't win..."

"I know that you can win, you can't give up like that," She stated, turning around to look at me, her shirt half-buttoned, her pants waiting to zip on. "Everyone knows that you aren't that type, you never give up,"

"How you can be so sure about something like that?" I demanded to her, looking at the ceiling, my hands near my face. "I've maybe escaped hell with you but the real hell is what I'm living," I added.

"You...I know that because you came back to me, you said it yourself," She responded seriously, causing me to slowly move my head towards her. "You said that you wanted to see me after all these years, nothing couldn't stand in your way," She continued, looking down at her shirt to continue to button it. "When you saved my life on that plane in West-Berlin, you didn't give up,"

"I didn't give up..." I muttered, trying to say it to myself.

"You never give up to protect me and I never give up to protect you, Zasha & Portnova," She affirmed, wanting to reach one of my hands near my face. "Listen, you're the one I love and I know that I'm putting my life on you, I will die only to protect you,"

"No...don't say that...don't say that..." I stopped her, putting my hands around my ears as I couldn't stand to hear her about dying. "Don't say that, please, I don't want you to die," I pleaded, my breath going a bit faster.

"And me neither, no one wants you to die," She told me back, moving on the bed to approach me, still sit. "No one wants that, you're precious to a lot of people...to me." She admitted as she opened her lap to let me put my head on it.

"I was precious to a lot of people, good or bad...some were using me as an intels mine, some wanted to get me back by force...and some were truly caring about me," I corrected her only in a small part, having been used as 'Bell', wanting to have the 'old Yirina' back. "Are you caring about me?"

"Yes, I do...3000," She replied immediately, using one of the old things I liked to say before until I stopped using it. "I only want you to be happy, to live a good life...with me," She confessed, looking at me in my blue eyes as she starts to pull her right hand through my hair. "You don't deserve any of this pain, Perseus, Adler, the CIA does deserve that," She added.

"Why it has to be me?" I asked but that question was like to myself, my hands alongside my body as Park's hands were on me, holding me on her lap and caressing me on the cheeks. "Why didn't I talk when the CIA got me? Why?"

"I don't know, Yirina, I don't know," She answered, fully honest in her voice as she was also in the void with me to know why I didn't speak when Adler captured me on that airfield. "Since that Adler has erased everything in terms of files and that Perseus got his hands on what the CIA couldn't destroy, it's from either Adler or Perseus the answer will come." She suggested.

"He will never talk and them, they will never talk too," I hinted, feeling inside of me the pain of not knowing that detail that changed everything. "The only answer I can have is in my head, hidden through an inaccessible red door," I said, tapping myself with my right index finger on the side of the head.

"The red doors..." Park whispered in a low voice. "It's like the only thing separating you to relive your memories?" I nodded to her suggestion.

"Yes, each night, when I'm reliving a memory, it's like opening a red door...like if I was in the triggering memories," I explained to her, her left hand going to caress my cheeks slowly, my hands wanting to touch her arms delicately. "It's always random, finding myself in a good or bad memory, the latter becoming too...much for me."

"Yes, I saw that...memory when you talked to Freya about having children, it was looking like something important to you at that time," She enunciated, having read my diary the next day after I wrote about it. "Do you...like...having this idea again?"

"Uhm...I...I don't know, seeing myself to take care of a child...it's complicated," I snorted as she was moving her hands to clean up the tears that were falling on my cheeks. "I was thinking normally at that time, wanting to have a simple life but now, I can't...I just can't..." I then started to cry again, covering my face in shame.

"It's okay, I'm here," Park moved closer to me, getting her forehead against mine and putting her arms around my shoulders to comfort me. "You don't deserve, you don't deserve this," She repeated in a low voice to me before she leaned to kiss me on the lips.

I was seeing her own eyes cry during the kiss along with me, causing me to kiss her back, putting my both hands on her cheeks to reinforce the kiss, slowly redressing myself on the bed and it was seeming like both of us wouldn't want to broke out of the kiss but unfortunately, it was almost the time for her to go to Century House along with Zasha & Portnova, having to leave me alone here for the day until the evening.

As I predicted and feared, we had no choice but to broke out the kiss we were doing at the same time, causing her to move away back to her spot where she was going to continue to dress up while I was lying down back on the bed, my tears not wanting to disappear off my face, looking at Park, finishing to get dressed to leave for work.

"It broke my heart to not have you to work with but as we know, you should stay here," Park spoke up, checking herself in the mirror before looking at me through it. "I'll try to come back early today for you,"

"I hope so," I said as she walked towards me, a little smile on her face. "I'm so sorry, Park," I apologized.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault," She reassured me, taking in her hands my left one, her eyes wanting to cry again but she was looking to resist. "I'll be back soon, don't worry," She added, moving to kiss me on the forehead.

"I want to not worry but I can't..." I muttered, my voice breaking again to her.

"Don't worry, just don't worry, we're here," She insisted, leaning again to put her lips on top of mine for a few seconds, closing her eyes before going back up. "Have some rest, Yiri...I'll be coming back for you," She then walked to the brown door of the room, hesitating to let me here alone, seeing the pain on her face until she resigned herself to open the door and stepping out of the room, closing the door behind her.

It was breaking her to do that but she couldn't really struggle with that fact, she couldn't stay with me and I couldn't go with her to that state to work. It's been 3 days that it was the same situation every morning and we got to get along with it until it was better to actually come back to work and it will surely take time. Now, I was staying in the apartment, alone, taking care of Beans.

10 minutes after Park was gone with Zasha & Portnova, I managed to find the courage in me to get up from bed, to finally have some breakfast, and giving some food to Beans. Eating alone was a big pain to me as I was trying to imagine that Park, Zed & Portnova were here with me, talking with me of everything and nothing, not related to work, forcing myself to talk as if they were there...it was to keep me distracted...just that.

My day was to spend it on the couch, trying either to watch the TV with Beans wanting to sit on my lap while I'm literally laid down on the couch but today, there was practically nothing interesting on the TV and even with that, I was still looking at it as it was still something to do in my days, along with patting Beans, sleeping either on the backrest of the couch or on my lap, still looking happy and sounding nice in her meows.

It was after eating at noon that I was laid down on the couch again, and like usual each day since my breakdown, it was time for me to actually take a rest but this time, I decided that to take a nap in the bedroom, something I wanted to do and better...I just needed that, so I got up from the couch, leaving Beans the control of it before heading to the bedroom to install myself on my spot again, putting the blankets on top of me...and now, trying to sleep...

Opening my eyes again and I was finding myself in front of a mirror, the mirror of the bathroom of my old apartment in Moscow and by looking at myself, I wasn't very presentable to the public and my face was like a part of it: the first thing I could see was my nose bleeding, only coming out of the right hole and I wasn't like willing to stop it by myself, I couldn't know why but I wasn't treating it.

My left eye...was black, looking recent to me by the shape & state of my eye and a sigh came out of my mouth while my focus was on it before I looked down at my torso, wrapped around bandages, brand new as there were unused bandages on the sink in front of me, along with some meds and with that around my torso and my face, I couldn't go in public like that, it was out of the question.

Without any hesitation & treating my nose, I decided to put a grey shirt that was put aside near the sink on a towel rack before deciding to go out of the bathroom, to clean up something around before suddenly, we knocked at the front door of the apartment, causing me to walk to open the door.

"Hey, Yiri, it's..." It was Freya in front of me, sounding enthusiastic for the first seconds before she saw me in that state. "My God, what happened?" She asked worriedly

"Enter, I'll explain," I ordered simply, opening the door wide open to let her enter my apartment before closing the door behind her, seeing her standing in the middle of the living room.

"Tell me, who did this?" She directly demanded, not letting me start after I locked the door behind her.

"It was this asshole, Arash Kadivar," I replied to her, sitting down on the main couch of the room. "I was forced to attend a meeting with Perseus with some of the lieutenants including Kadivar," I added to her as she was instantly going into the bathroom, seemingly wanting to treat me.

"You didn't defend yourself?" She questioned me, raising her voice as she was in the bathroom, a few meters from her.

"I did but he took me by surprise before the meeting." I clarified myself, wanting to put my hands below my nose, but the blood avoided doing it. "I left earlier 30 minutes ago," I continued as she was already coming back in the room with some cotton for my nose and a tissue.

"But why didn't you treat yourself?" She obviously asked me, sitting down near me.

"I don't know to be honest," I responded to her honestly, taking the tissue in her hands to clean up below my nose, removing any traces of blood. "I could have done it but I didn't," I told her, raising my head a bit to make her job easy.

"And as you maybe hope, your Freya is here to treat you like she always did," She scoffed, a little grin on her face despite she was enraged and shocked to see me like that. "Did Perseus acted?" I shook my head to her.

"He didn't arrive in time, I was waiting for him until Arash came by and struck me, making me this..." I pointed out to my black eye, only time could treat it well. "And make my nose bleed," I finished.

"Shit, that guy is really an asshole," Freya commented, taking some cotton and gesturing at me to get my head up. "Was it about what happened in Afghanistan?" I nodded to her.

"He was still mad about it but as you said, he's an asshole," I told her, trying to remember what it could be. "Frankly, who the fuck wants to burn down a village just because someone looks at you weirdly?" I sighed.

"Well, him, it seems but you got lucky that I was here," She implied, forming a little piece of cotton before inserting it inside the hole the blood was coming out, blocking it. "It was you against him and his entire group,"

"Hopefully, you were there with the soviet soldiers," I reminded her, knowing that she was now not alone in having helped me. "Thank you again,"

"It was nothing, we don't harm the innocents with me," She proclaimed but there was something telling me that what she said was not real.

"Really?" I crossed my arms to her, raising an eyebrow at her too. "Do you think I'm going to buy this with you after what you did?" I asked her in a serious tone.

"Oh my god, are we going to start that argument again?" She asked me back, rolling her brown eyes around.

"Yes, we're maybe going too," I exclaimed to her, going up from the couch in anger. "Even if I've been forgiving you, I still got that image of you pulling that gun to kill the man even if I was having my back turned," I continued, passing my hands below my nose. "You didn't have to do this and you know it well,"

"Hey, listen..."

"No, you're going to listen to me, now!" I cut her straight in her words, raising my finger towards her. "I have enough of a lot of things, I've been having doubt about myself and this work is slowly breaking me apart," I started, giving my whole thoughts to her, still sit on the couch. "Right now, it feels like I'm only trying the best to survive, not to work every day my ass to the KGB and Perseus," I added in anger.

"Yirina..." Freya stopped herself, only saying my name but I shook my head.

"Things are changing too much for me and the more I'm living, the more my life is giving so many doubts about myself," I explained before I could feel tears on my face, her going up, apparently seeing it on me. "I'm scared...I'm panicked each day, I'm fucking scared!" I then started to cry in the middle of the room, Freya moving to hug me.

"No, don't cry," She advised me but I couldn't stop myself, my thoughts were bad...I was bad.

"I can't...I can't..." I muttered to her, my voice muffled by her torso and I was trying to get up but my body was like my thoughts: bad & broken...bad...broken...

"I'm just trying to survive for me & my friends...not for my work, me & my friends!"

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #cod cw #cod #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #yirina grigoriev #fem!bell #helen park

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