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[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 1584

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

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This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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Masterpost

CHAPTER 15

Nine months of dating Ivar. Nine months of happiness. Nine months of amazing sex. Nine month of love.

The interest in your relationship publicly has definitely reduced, mostly because the pair of you don’t go anywhere the photographers would be. Ivar has adapted to your lifestyle easily and fits into your world perfectly. You still struggle sometimes fitting into his world, but you are getting better at the glitzy parties and rubbing shoulders with the extreme wealth in your city. You much prefer it when you guys do normal things together though.

You have become friends with his brothers, they were easily won over, especially Hvitserk. He and Iris have been on a few dates and he seems besotted with her. She likes him a lot but is being very ‘Iris’ about the whole thing and is playing it cool.

Ubbe is dating someone new and, aside from cracking a couple of jokes in the beginning, leading Ivar to threaten to murder him, in a seriously scary tone, your ‘thing’ is long forgotten.

Since the ball you haven’t seen too much of Aslaug, she has been away, staying in her house in Iceland for months.

She calls you the week she gets home and she comes to visit your shop.

You bond over your mutual love of fashion. She spends a long time looking through all the clothes you stock and buys some dresses and some jewellery.

“You have a really good eye, Y/N. A wonderfully eclectic mix of fashion in stock. Have you thought about expanding? Opening more boutiques across the city?” She asks curiously.

“I have, I am hoping to by the end of next summer, I just need to make sure the business plan is foolproof, find a space, blah blah! It will be a lot of work.”

“I can help, I am always looking to invest in small local businesses…” she trails off and raises her eyebrows.

“Aslaug, without wanting to sound ungrateful, because I really am grateful for the offer, I’ve got my heart set on doing it all by myself.” You give a determined look.

“Although, if you know anyone in real estate that can give me a heads up of any suitable spaces becoming available I will gladly take that help,” you give her a cheeky smile.

“It just so happens I do know some people who could help with that. I will get in touch with them,” she gives you a wink.

“Also, the jeweller who made the bracelet and necklace you bought could maybe use some help, she’s amazing but hasn’t managed to get herself a proper workshop. If you were interested? Her name is Sadie.” You hand Aslaug one of Sadies cards which she slips into her purse.

“You are a very determined young woman, Y/N. I can see why Ivar loves you so much. What time do you lock up the shop? We should go and get cocktails.”

“Yes! I bloody love a good cocktail, come back at 4pm?”

You think you might have finally cracked the cool exterior, Ivar will be so pleased and your heart swells.

—————

You wake up early on Christmas morning and throw on an oversized hoody, before Ivar is stirring and you grab the heavy present on the kitchen counter and head to the elevator.

It opens on the ground floor and you head in over to the reception desk.

“Preston, Happy Christmas!” You shout and laugh as he jumps out of his skin. You hand him over the present.

“What’s this?” He looks in disbelief.

“A pressie, open it!” You are so excited.

He opens the present to see a state of the art coffee machine and his face lights up.

“What? Why? You shouldn’t have done this, Y/N.” His face is tinged with annoyance.

“Oh shush, you always look knackered, we thought you could use it,” you retort.

“Wow, thanks so much, I don’t know what to say.“ He holds his hands up.

“Just a gesture for putting up with Ivar’s rude ass for all these years! Are you going home to your family soon?”

“He’s not so rude anymore.” He tells you with a wink “I finish in 30 minutes,” he says happily. “Happy Christmas, Y/N, thank you.”

“Happy Christmas, have a great day. Hope the twins are happy with their bikes.” You give him a quick hug then head towards the elevator.

When it dings and the door opens Ivar is standing, with his arm above his head looking at the floor and his eyes travel up you until reaching your face and creasing with laughter.

“Will that never get old?!” You ask him in fake annoyance, he knows you find it adorable.

“Happy Christmas, baby! Did Preston like his present?” He asks, pulling you in for a big kiss.

“Yep, he was very happy,” you bury your face in his neck.

“Do you want your present?” Ivar asks with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Is it an orgasm?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Later,” he laughs out, “come on, it’s in the bedroom.”

“This is getting more interesting..” he looks back with a withering look.

“Get your mind out of my pants, filthy girl,” he wags a finger at you.

“Can I give you my present first? I’m so excited!” He laughs at you and nods.

You run to your side of the bed and pull out an envelope, skipping to him to hand it over. He opens the envelope and reads the Christmas card inside, smiling. He opens the card and two pieces of paper fall out. He picks them up with a furrowed brow, reading the words on them.

“Wha..what is this? Japan? You bought us tickets to travel to Japan?!” Pure disbelief on his face. He keeps looking back at the tickets and to you, clearly having trouble processing the information in front of him.

“What the fuck? This is too much, Y/N! We said small gifts.” His face is shocked.

“Meh, you are worth it. Are you ok? Do you want to go? I thought we could go and try some authentic sushi? Remember when I first came here?” You are searching his face for any sign of happiness.

“Y/N, this is too much. You can’t afford this.” His face still shows nothing but shock.

“I can baby, I wouldn’t have bought them if I couldn’t afford it, you know that. The shop has been doing amazing. Do you not want to go?” Your voice is small and dejected.

“Are you kidding me? It’s my number one place I want to visit! Oh my god I’m so excited, I'm just in shock, baby. Thank you! Thank you so much. I’ve never had a gift like this before.” He pulls you in for a crushing hug, kissing you all over your face and neck until you are swatting him away.

“Do you want to open your gift?” He asks excitedly.

He walks to his drawers and pulls out a big black box with a giant gold ribbon tied in bow. He hands it to you and sits close to you, watching your face intently as you undo the bow. You lift the lid on the black box and pull out a red box that you recognise. It’s one of Sadies.

You look at him and his face is so earnest you give him a kiss.

“Open it,” he urges you.

You open the box and inside is the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen. It has three platinum chain mail chains twisted round each other all joined together with a diamond on each clasp. It has a round platinum pendant on it, around the edge there is an engraving and in the middle is a beautiful, green stone.

“Ivar……” you look up at him, your eyes misting up.

“I need to explain it!” He is like an excited puppy.

“I designed it, with a little help from Sadie. It’s platinum and diamonds on the clasps..” the look on his face is one of pure amusement, you can’t help but laugh at him despite wanting to act offended, a clear call back to the unwanted bracelet he gave you.

“The circle of the pendant represents my never ending love for you,” his face changes from amusement to seriousness.

“The engraving is the date I first laid eyes on you.” You bring it closer to your face to read it.

“The date of the merger party.” You tell him, with a big soppy smile on your face.

“And the green sapphire in the middle is the exact colour of the blazer you were wearing when we met. I knew from that very moment you were the one for me. Forever and always.”

You don't know what to say, your eyes well up with tears.

“Do you like it, Y/N?” He asks nervously.

“It’s the most beautiful, thoughtful present. I love it.” You wipe your tears of happiness and kiss him. “You can't tell me off for the gift I got you, this must have cost a fortune, Ivar,” he just shrugs and grins.

“I left a space on it for another engraving. I am going to get it engraved with the date I ask you to be my wife.” his voice is smaller than before and his face is red with a blush. You gasp at his words and pull him close for a cuddle.

“Just for future reference, I will say yes.

THE END - thanks for reading :)

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[buckysbabygorl]

Close

Summary: Yelena has a late night request for Y/N, one that reminds Y/N of an old friend.

Pairing: Natasha x reader (platonic), yelena x reader (platonic)

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I don’t think people ever realized that I did Nat’s piercings.

To be fair, we never told anyone.

And it was always on impulse.

She’d had a couple before we met, at a time where she could be just another face in the crowd, she was able to go get it done when she wanted.

But when everyone knew you, when all your free time was spent desperately recovering from exhaustion, she didn’t have the time.

So I made time.

Drunken adventures, sudden early morning ideas, or late night boredom: she’d pop in my room with a new placement and blatantly state that she was wanted it, and that we should do it now.

I loved it.

It was a distraction for us both, it was a tiny tidbit of normalcy when we didn’t have that.

Just two women doing what girls at camp would do, what middle schoolers did at sleepovers, it was fun.

It was one of the things I missed most.

In fact, when Nat died, I stopped caring for my own piercings. I didn’t notice it at first, until Clint pointed it out.

I took them all out, I let the holes close up, I didn’t want them.

I didn’t want them without her, I guess.

Then I met Yelena.

It was after the New York attack on Clint, after Kingpin’s reappearance and the new adversary we found with the Tracksuits, Kate and Clint wanted her safe.

I knew Nat, I trusted Nat, I was close to Nat… why wouldn’t I take her sister in when her life was in danger?

We were awkward at first. Who wouldn’t be, two acquaintances of sorts with no other connection but the people around them. I knew so-and-so and she had heard of them, she’d fought with this wanted criminal and so had I, etcetera.

We avoided the topic of Nat.

Not intentionally, but we did.

I didn’t know why, I suppose it didn’t matter.

One night I’d been on the couch, watching reruns of Friends on cable since our wifi was out, when Yelena entered abruptly.

“You ever pierced an ear before?”

I didn’t know what to say at first. Yes, obviously I had. Countless times.

But I felt something jarring I couldn’t describe. I feel quiet.

Yelena hummed.

“You have piercing holes, and they’re not even, so I guessed that you did them yourself.”

I hummed back, and set down the remote.

“Yeah. I did.”

She nodded, I could hear her shuffling behind me.

She seemed almost, hesitant. Awkward even.

“I know you did Nat’s.”

I unconsciously scratched over the place where a nose piercing should be, one that was supposed to match her sister’s.

“Yeah.”

I stood then, and we faced each other.

It was late, dark. I could’ve made an excuse that I didn’t want to, that I was tired. I could’ve said I hadn’t done it in forever, so I didn’t want to mess it up.

But looking at her, she seemed sadly eager. Like a calm desperation was present for me to say yes. Please say yes, she quietly asked, please say yes even though I haven’t really asked you to.

I nodded. “Where do you want it?”

~

“Ow!”

“That’s the ice.”

Yelena huffed as she laid on her back, we shoved the coffee table into the dining room, she rested uncomfortably on the grungy living room rug.

“I don’t know why you’re so jumpy. You have piercings already.”

Yelena bit her lip.

“They aren’t recent. I got them a long time ago.”

“So you’re not used to it.”

Yelena nodded. She was fidgety, worse than I’d ever seen her before.

She wasn’t a nervous person, I don’t know why the sudden change had come about.

“Uh—”

I waited patiently, still prepping as I listened.

“—Nat did them. When we were kids.”

She wouldn’t look at me when I stopped, hands frozen as the ice melted in my palms.

I sighed.

I got it, now.

“You miss her, huh?”

She still wouldn’t look at me. I tried to avoid watching her, but I saw her lip quiver.

“Yeah.”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

“Me too.”

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Starved | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! My love language is physical touch and I'm not getting any right now, so...

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Bucky found trust an almost impossible commodity to come by. A deep distrust for others- and himself- was woven into the very fabric of his being. He kept his distance from others, for his protection and theirs, spending most of his time holed up in his room at the compound. But he was lonely. He didn’t want to admit it, but he craved human connection. With Steve gone and Sam spending all his time in Louisiana, Bucky was left utterly and completely alone.

Until he met you. You frequented his favorite old bookstore and spent an unhealthy amount of time at the coffee place across the street. His approach had been awkward and his words clumsy, but he couldn’t help himself-he was drawn to you. And when he asked if he could buy you a coffee, you said yes. You invited him to sit with you at a table in the back, figuring he didn’t want to be in view of prying eyes.

“So…you know who I am?” he took a sip of his black coffee, waiting with bated breath for your answer.

“Changed your hair. Jacket. Gloves. Sunglasses even when it’s raining. You look like someone in disguise,” you teased, “but yes, Sergeant Barnes, I know who you are. It’s nice to finally meet you”.

He cocked his head to the side, his cheeks growing pink as you told him how you’d noticed him watching you at the bookstore. He was shy at first, but you didn’t push, allowing him to come out of his shell slowly. The two of you sat together long after you finished your coffees, talking and laughing like old friends. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he felt so comfortable with someone.

When your phone rang for the third time, you realized you were an hour late for dinner with your girl friends. You left Bucky with your number and made him promise to call- a promise he intended to keep.

Bucky’s call came the very next day. He asked you if you’d like to join him for an afternoon walk, which was the most 40’s thing anyone had ever said to you. But you obliged, strolling with him through the park and stopping for an ice cream on the way. Part of you felt like you’d known Bucky for years. It was almost as if your souls were the same, forged in the same fire- just 75 years apart.

After that, you spent all of your free time together. Movies, trips to the farmers market, runs through the park. The months flew past without Bucky noticing. Time didn’t seem to drag on at a painfully slow pace anymore- not when you were around. He spent so much time at your apartment that he began to feel like an imposition, but you promised him that he was always welcome. Always.

He showed you every skeleton in his closet and you divulged every detail of your life, neither of you fearing judgement or ridicule. Bucky had forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone, but welcomed the warmth that you brought to his life. He couldn’t seem to go a moment without thinking about you, nor you him. He knew you were always there for him when his anxiety clawed its way out of the deep recesses of his soul, and he had your back when your depression left you feeling empty and worthless.

But there was one thing Bucky couldn’t give you: his body. No matter how close the two of you got emotionally, he couldn’t do the same physically. He was too strong, his arm too dangerous. He couldn’t trust himself to hug you goodbye or let you hold his hand during one of his anxiety attacks; if he hurt you, he could never live with himself. So, he kept his distance.

He only touched you if absolutely necessary, like the time he had to pull you from the crosswalk to save you from getting hit by a rogue bike messenger.

He’d swept you into his arms swiftly and gently, making you feel safer than ever before. He asked if you were okay and called you “doll”, sending an rush of warmth to your cheeks that you swore lasted for hours. As he stood there on the sidewalk, holding you close to his body, you saw something in him change. He seemed different, more relaxed. The tension that lived in his shoulders and pulled his muscles into rock hard knots melted away before your eyes.

Holding you, feeling the warmth of your body against his, eased Bucky’s soul. For the first time in years, he felt like he could finally exhale- but it was short lived. He returned you to your place at arm’s length, promising himself to keep you there for you own safety- no matter how badly he wanted to hold you again.

Weeks passed, but you couldn’t get the image out of your head. You couldn’t stop thinking about his sigh of relief, his smile, his overall air of being finally unburdened. You ached to hold him, to play with his hair, to intertwine your fingers with his. You were certain his discomfort with physical touch stemmed from his deep distrust, his inability to surrender control after everything Hydra put him through. The abuse he suffered through, both mental and physical, left deep scars- you couldn’t blame him for not wanting physical affection.

But something told you he needed it. A quiet voice in the back of your mind suggested that maybe, just maybe, he craved that physical connection. Bucky was touch-starved, there was no doubt about it, and just because he was a super solider didn’t mean that he didn’t need the comfort of touch.

The next time you saw Bucky, he came over to cook dinner with you and watch another movie from the list you’d made him. He noticed something off about you, a kind of quiet, nervous energy that made alarm bells ring in his head.

“Everything okay?” he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him that work had been shitty or that your sister was being an asshole again. But you didn’t.

“I have…I have an idea,” you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, anxiously pulling at a loose thread. “It might seem kinda weird and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I think- I think it might be really good for you.”

He stared at you for what felt like forever, wondering what kind of idea had you so worked up, “Okay, well… I trust you”. Hearing Bucky say that he trusted you could’ve made you break down in tears. He was so hurt, so tormented and tortured, so haunted- but he trusted you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and beckoned Bucky to follow you down the hall. When the two of you reached your bedroom, you made your way around to the far side of the bed, flicking on the lamp on the nightstand. Bucky stood by the door, bathed in the warm yellow light from your lamp, looking more confused than ever.

“Okay, take your shirt off…” you instructed, pulling your own t-shirt over your head and tossing it on your dresser. Bucky was breathless. You stood there before him, completely bare from the waist up, looking like an angel. “I promise this isn’t what you think- I’m not trying to seduce you,” you joked, letting an awkward laugh tumble out of your mouth. You did, indeed, want to seduce him- but this wasn’t the time. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, gathering the courage to take his shirt off and put his scars on display.

Slowly, he pulled his shirt over his head. The scarred, pink skin decorated his chest like lightning bolts during a storm. He hadn’t been this exposed in front of someone- willingly- in close to eighty years, and was obviously uncomfortable.

“Okay, now, come here,” you said as you climbed into bed. He paused, wondering how there was any way that this situation didn’t end in some form of seduction. “I promise- it’s not like that…” you watched him approach slowly, climbing into your bed with an unsure look on his face.

“Now, you’re gonna put your head right here”, you placed a hand just above your sternum, “so that your chest is on mine. My mom’s a labor and delivery nurse- they do with with the newborns. It’s called ‘skin to skin’- it’s really good for-”. Bucky backed away almost automatically, leaving your bed and taking a few steps toward the door. “Buck, I know you’re not comfortable being touched but-”

He held up a hand, giving you pause.

“You think I don’t like being touched?” His question seemed strange. Of course he was uncomfortable, why else would he practically run away every time you accidentally brushed his hand with yours. You nodded slowly, wondering if you’d grossly misread the situation.

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with it, I just- I can’t,” his voice came out no louder than a whisper, “I can’t touch you. I still don’t know my own strength sometimes- I don’t want to hurt you”. Bucky was depriving himself on purpose. He was starving himself of physical touch with you, the one person he had in his life, to protect you.

“Buck, you won’t hurt me. You can’t go on like this, you deserve comfort,” you crawled across the bed, closing some of the gap. “Humans need physical touch. It helps with anxiety and depression, calms your heart rate, lowers your cortisol- I’m pretty sure you could use all that And I know you’re a super soldier, but you’re still human”. But Bucky was still unsure. You were his closest- and only- friend, his trusted confidante; he wanted so badly to wrap his body around yours, but it was too dangerous. He knew just how easily he could snap you in half.

Carefully, you extended a hand, offering him to take it. “We can start like this- slow. Take my hand”, you encouraged him, prompting him to gently hold your hand. The sensation of your skin against his, your warmth, your touch- gave him goosebumps. He watched your thumb slowly stroke his knuckles and let his eyes fall closed, appreciating every second. “See? You feel better, right?” He nodded, spurring you on, “you won’t break me, come on”.

With a gentle tug, you pulled him back to bed. He watched you lay flat on your back once again, tapping your sternum with your hand. He was reluctant to follow your instructions and needed just a bit of encouragement. “You’re not gonna hurt me. I promise, Buck,” you murmured, “I trust you”. With that, he made his move. Slowly but surely, he lowered his body on top of yours, resting his head on your sternum with his shirtless torso against yours.

An immediate, deep sigh left his lips upon contact, and he felt your arms snake slowly around his back. “How’s this?” you asked, getting only a strong “mmhmmmm” in response. He let out another contented sigh as you traced lazy patterns across his broad shoulders, your hands eventually working their way into his hair. His eyes fell closed and his breathing slowed, but he couldn’t relax- not completely.

“You sure I’m not crushing you? Can you breathe?” his hands pressed against the mattress, lifting his body off of yours out of fear. He was sure that he was depriving you of oxygen with his giant, super-soldier body.

“Get your ass back down here, Barnes”, you joked, “I promise I’m okay. I can breathe just fine.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before letting a smile crack through his tough exterior. Slowly, he lowered himself back down and gently wound his arms around your waist. An all-encompassing warmth washed over Bucky as he reveled in the sensations- the beating of your heart against his chest, your hands in his hair, the complete and utter comfort of your body molded around his. He didn’t realize just how desperate he was for affection until this very moment. A comfortable silence filled the room, and you were certain that you and Bucky were the only two people on the planet.

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[istorkyou]

A Thousand Battles (A Modern Ivar AU)

A modern!Ivar x F OC (Julietta Lothbrok)

Warnings- Angst, violence, death, smut.

Synopsis - Julietta wakes up with no memory of her life or her husband, Ivar. Will it ever return? Does she want it to?

Word Count - 3113

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Chapter 14 - Final Chapter

He is in a meeting when his phone vibrates in his pocket. Well, it’s not really a meeting, more of an information gathering session in a warehouse involving sharp instruments and spilled blood. He’s been taking on more and more of these ‘meetings’ since she disappeared, a good way to expel some of his rage and sadness productively.

He walks away from the man he is dealing with, wipes his hands on a cloth and gets his phone out to an interesting message on his screen.

One of her passports was used to get into the country three hours ago.

A smile quirks onto his lips very briefly followed by a deep inhalation of breath.

“You, take over from here. Just kill him. I’ve got the information I need now.”

He hears a gunshot behind him as he heads out to his armoured SUV to take him back to the estate.

When he arrives back he doesn’t go to the main house but straight to their house. He knows Ragnar would have got the same message and he needs to check something out first before he sees his father. He hurries to their shared closet, still full of her clothes and he pulls out the black shoes with the red soles, her stash spot, pulling out an untraceable phone. He turns it on and waits. The phone beeps twice. Two messages. Both from anonymous numbers, both from her.

Coming home. Too dangerous now.

See me before they get to me? I will come alone. I miss you so much.

He texts back quickly.

Yes. Will message soon. I love you. Thank you for all the photos last week, baby.

As he stashes the phone back he lets his finger run over the notebook that took him less than three days to decipher. One of the reasons he searched so hard for her and established secret communication. He cried for days when he broke the code and read her words. An anthology of love, dating from the night they met, describing every feeling she ever had for him, her deep love, the light he had reignited inside her after years of living in the black. Much as he had before he met her. The reasons why she acted as she did after Sardinia, the threats made against his life, the coldness she showed him when underneath she felt nothing but adoration. She explained it all in a diary she never intended for anyone to read. Her soul lives in these pages, and so does his.

Always and forever, no matter how far apart.

———————

He heads to the main house and into his fathers study.

”I am sure you’ve seen the message. She has returned.” Ragnar says without looking up from his papers.

Ivar nods. “I’ll take care of it. She will contact me soon, I’m sure of it.”

Ragnar looks up and stares into his son's eyes, carbon copies of his own. “Will you be able to finish the job this time? She cannot live, Ivar. She simply must die. If you feel like you can’t do it, or she will get the drop on you again I’ll send a whole team to hunt her down.”

“I’ll do it father. She is my responsibility. I will not fuck it up again. I’ll let you know when she contacts me and what the plan is from there.”

Ragnar nods in agreement and rounds his desk to embrace his son. “I am sorry for this, sorry it has to be done. You understand though?”

“I do. It’s been a long time coming,” Ivar says tersely, “I’ll speak to you soon.”

———————

He leaves the estate in his own vehicle, he drives for an hour and no one is following him. He pulls into a multi-storey car park and switches cars and drives for an hour to another car park and does the same.

It’s dark by the time he reaches the hotel. A shitty, off the track hotel he’d never be seen dead in usually. He walks as quickly as he can to a door and knocks three times.

The door opens a fraction and he pushes it the rest of the way, slowly revealing his wife to him. She has her gun pointed at him.

“Alone?”

“Alone, baby.” He steps in and shuts the door behind him before they walk quickly towards each other, arms pulling the other into a tight embrace, clinging to the other, tears falling.

“I missed you so much, Liet.”

“Fuck I missed you so much too.”

They pull at each other’s clothing, frantic to get the other naked as quickly as possible. When their goal is managed they fall onto the crappy, lumpy hotel bed together on their sides, her leg over his waist before he pushes her onto her back and he crawls over her, their mouths attached the whole time. She grabs his hard cock and lines him up a half a second before he pushes deep into her.

Their mirrored groans into each other’s mouths make them giggle.

“Fuck, love, you feel so good,” he says into her mouth before moving her inside of her, drawing deep, low moans from her. “I missed you every second of every day.”

“Me too, Ivar. Harder, please, harder!”

Their fingers dig into each other's skin, pulling into the other, trying to close the millimetres left between their bodies, a desperate need to feel every part of the other, a desperate need to fill the two year gap since they last were with each other physically.

It takes no time for their knowledge of each other’s bodies to kick in and they make each other orgasm. Shuddering against each other, the air blue with obscenities.

When they finally loosen their grip on the other they stay as close as possible, noses touching, laying on their sides, hands running up each other’s backs.

“Hi, baby,” he laughs out.

“Hi, love,” she giggles in reply.

They just stare at each other, who knows for how long. Long enough for him to run his hand through her longer hair. To run his fingers over some new scarring on her body. Long enough for her to touch his thigh where she inflicted a break. Long enough to revel in his eyes and compare them to his.

“Anyone since us, Ivar? Are you happy?”

“No one. No one ever again. Always and forever, baby. You?”

“Never for me, Ivar. You and only you. I need you to be happy again though. After all this.”

Ivar waves his hand as if dismissing her words. There is no point in lying to her, pretending he will ever let anyone in again so he just changes the subject.

“I did what you asked, love, I killed Lev.”

Her eyes fill with tears and she lets out a giggle of relief. “Thank you, Ivar. How?”

“I peeled his skin off slowly and I made him watch videos of us when we were happy, after the accident. He begged for your forgiveness and his life in the end, love.”

A nasty sneer flashes across her face. “Good, he deserves every second of pain you inflicted on him.”

A comfortable silence settles between them again before Ivar breaks it. “Where is he, Liet?”

“He’s safe I promise. I will need to get back to him in the early morning. That’s why I’m back, it’s too dangerous now. I’ve had too many close calls and I’m frightened for him. He needs stability, Ivar. I’m done running. I’m here to face what I need to, and to give you your son. You need to keep him safe from now on. I can’t offer him that any longer.”

Ivar knew this is why she had come back. Knew his men had almost caught her in Belize. Had heard rumours of her father almost tracking her down in Peru. Ivar almost gave himself away numerous times trying to throw them off her and their sons scent, Ragnar was suspicious at one point and that was when the Belize incident happened. He had warned her but a little too late. He begged her to bring his son back to him but she wasn’t ready.

She is ready now.

Ivar clears his throat, trying to dislodge the ball in it. “I am going to talk to my father. Things are different now, with the baby. I… I’ll talk sense into him. We can be toget…” the rest of his sentence is cut off by her lips crashing his. When she pulls away she gives him a little smile.

“Ivar. We’ve talked about this. Your father will not allow me to live, for his reputation and his own peace of mind. I knew coming back here it would be the end for me, I’m under no illusion I will not die tomorrow. I thought you had come to terms with it, baby?” She runs her hand over his furrowed brow and her thumb wipes a tear away. “Even if Ragnar allowed it, which he absolutely will not, I wouldn’t allow it. If my father knew I was back, knew about our son, he would never stop coming for me, for him. He wouldn't stop until we were all cold in the ground, everyone, your mother, father and brothers. There would be no peace until he had our son in his care. I can not allow that. I’m here so our baby can have a life without being hunted for the mistakes I made.” She is aware her voice isn’t as soft as she would like it to be, but she also knows that Ivar responds to this cold, detached hard truth. “I have loved you enough for a whole lifetime, this is how it has to be, love. You know this.”

He doesn’t reply, he nods stiffly and a silence settles between them.

“Liet. He will always know about you, I’ll never let him forget how much you love him, how much we love each other. No one will poison his mind against you.”

His heart breaks entirely to pieces as she crumbles down in front of him. She knows this is her last night on this Earth. Her actual last night this time. She is giving herself up for the sake of their baby. Their 14 month old baby who has his fathers eyes nestled in the features of his mother.

The greatest sacrifice a mother can make.

“Ivar, try to raise him out of this life. I know that won’t be easy, but send him to college, make him useful away from the violence. Make sure my father doesn’t get to him. Make sure Ragnar doesn’t ruin him. I’m trusting you with our baby, Ivar. You need to do for him what my past had robbed from me, a chance at a happy future. Be soft with him, like you are with me. Be loving and supportive no matter who he turns out to be or the choices he makes. Show him my Ivar, not the Ivar everyone else sees. Promise me?”

“I promise. I will be the best father,” Ivar says resolutely.

She gives him a genuine smile. “I have absolutely no doubt that you will.”

“Tell me more about him, baby.”

They spend the next few hours talking about him, his likes, his dislikes, how he sleeps curled up next to her every night with his favourite Elephant cuddly. She explains how rough the next few months will be for Ivar, he is his daddy but FaceTime can’t replicate a real connection. She explains how to best comfort him, what songs to sing him and how to make him laugh, what she wants for him in the future. She tells Ivar she has written letters for when he is older so he can understand what happened, but that it will be up to Ivar to judge when and if he feels their son can handle the information. Ivar says nothing, he just soaks up every word.

“I think that’s it.” She glances at her watch.”I will send you a text at 11am to tell me to meet me at 4pm. Your father will intercept it, we both know he will send someone. Just…. Just cover his eyes before, promise me you won’t both watch me die.”

“I promise. I promise you. We have 8 hours until I need to be home to get the message.”

“8 hours.”

“Those hours are for us and us only.” He reaches for his phone, and taps until the room is filled with music.

Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac.

He stands up and holds his hand out to her. “Come dance with me one last time, baby.”

Her eyes mist over again as she goes to him, clinging to him tightly. She closes her eyes, compartmentalises the coming day and enjoys every second they have remaining.

————————-

9am rolls around and it’s time for him to go.

They cling to each other before she loosens her grip and grabs his face, pulling it closer to hers.

“In the next life, Ivar. I will find you in the next and every life we have after. Look after our baby.”

He holds her face, forehead touching hers. “This life and the next. I love you. I will keep him safe. I promise on everything I am, my beautiful Liet. The bravest person I’ve ever met, my fighter, my Valkyrie.”

They share a kiss, a kiss so full of love, pain, admiration and promise that they both smile and cry as they pull away and he leaves.

—————————

His phone beeps dead on 11am.

Meet me at warehouse 2c at 4pm. Just you. I have something for you.

He enters the main house to his father waiting in his study.

“You saw the message?” he asks his Father.

“I did. I wonder what she has for you?”

“A bullet in my brain I would imagine?”

Ragnar regards him, hard eyes travelling over his face. “Take your gun. You shoot her on sight. There is nothing she has that we need, nothing she can give you worth anything. Kill her and we can all move on.”

Ivar nods quickly. “That is my plan.” He turns to walk out of his fathers office.

Ragnar waits until the heavy slam of the front door hits his ears before picking up his phone. “4pm. The docks. Set up a sniper. Kill her if he hesitates.”

——————-

Ivar pulls up to the warehouse and sits for a second. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to stop the flow of tears that have been cascading down his face the whole 45 minute ride over. His heart is ripping to shreds inside his chest, despite having years to come to terms with it, a tiny sliver of bright hope lit his black soul thinking they could be a family one day. His rational brain knew it would never happen, she told him weekly it would never be the case, but the fact that the end is now is too much for him to bear.

But bear it he must. Not for her, or himself, but for their beautiful son.

He walks into the warehouse and his trained eyes see the minuscule glint from the sniper rifle up high in the corner. He will be sure to tell his father about the snipers fuck up.

His eyes find her, standing in the centre of the massive room, her back to him. His heart stops. She hasn’t brought the baby, he can’t see his son. When he is close enough he gets his gun out and points it at her.

“Liet?”

She turns slowly, their baby asleep in her arms, she doesn’t look at Ivar, she doesn’t take her eyes off their baby, soaking in every last second she has with him. He lowers his weapon as soon as he sees his son.

“The sniper is shit, love. I spotted him the second I walked in,” she chuckles lightly, “tell Ragnar I said he needs better men.

————

The sniper can’t hear what they are saying, and neither can Ragnar watching from his office from a camera feed attached to the rifle.

“Sir, she has a baby in her arms.”

“I can see that.”

“Shall I take the shot?”

“No. Do not dare. I’m pretty sure I am looking at my grandchild.” Ragnars eyes are full of tears. It’s been years since anything elicited such emotion from him. He understands now why Ivar has tried to keep her safe these past two years, not just out of love for her, but a fathers love for his child.

Ragnar wipes his eyes and rolls his shoulder. “Be ready. This is an exchange. When it’s done I will give the word.”

—————

Julietta gives Ivar a look of pure love. “Ready, baby? When I hand him to you I need you to turn away and walk out. Don’t watch me die, love. Okay?”

Ivar’s nods twice. They step towards each other, he drops his gun on the floor so he can embrace her one last time. With their foreheads touching, and tears on their faces she hands the baby to Ivar, bends down, sniffs the baby's head and kisses him before turning her attention back to his father, placing a slow kiss on his lips.

“In the next life, love,” she says

“Always and forever,” he replies.

She takes two steps back and Ivar swivels on his heels, clinging to his son, lurching away on his crutch.

———-

“Sir, shall I take the shot now?”

Ragnar is silent. His heart is breaking for his son but he knows what must be done. Even if he saw fit to let her live Ragnar knows her own father would never stop coming for her and if he were ever to catch up with her he would torture her to death. Ragnar rolls his shoulders and clenches his teeth.

———-

Ivar hears the pop and the whizz of the bullet from the sniper fly past him. He hears the grunt from her chest on impact and he hears as she falls to the floor with a thud.

The tears in his eyes blind him, he squeezes his eyes shut to clear them. He wants to scream up into the universe, make the whole world hear his pain. But he looks into the face of his sleeping son in his arms and knows he won’t, he won’t scare him. So he holds it in, to be let out at a later time when his son is not with him.

He will be the best father to their son

For her.

His beautiful Liet.

FIN.

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[idreamofplaid]

Dean Girls Friday

Aesthetic: Moonrise

Thanks for the request Kym @deanwinchesterswitch 💙 I enjoyed doing this one.

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[buckysbabygorl]

Get it Together

Summary: Sam asks Bucky what the hell that was all about

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 500+

Part 1

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“Wanna catch me up?”

Bucky’s head turned at the question, but he didn’t falter in his step.

It wasn’t long after his and Y/N’s conversation that he was slithering out of the bar, Sam not far behind as he watched his partner leave.

He barely got in a proper goodbye to Y/N as he left, confused and distracted by Bucky’s brooding state.

“It’s nothing.” Bucky explained.

Sam scoffed, much like Y/N had earlier.

“Okay, let me try again. What’s going on with Y/N, because that didn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me.”

Bucky should’ve told Sam earlier, but he didn’t know what to say. What had happened with him and Y/N?”

Could any label be put to that? The tension, the intimacy, the almost something that was tumbling into nothing?

Shit, Bucky decided was a good descriptor, things with Y/N had turned to shit.

Sam caught up, walking in stride with Bucky as the cars sped by on the busy downtown street.

“Before everything went down with Walker and the Flag Smashers, Y/N and I got… close.”

Sam raised a brow, surprised that during Bucky’s “social lull” as he liked to describe it, he was connecting with someone. To the point he used “close” in referral.

“We’d been talking, we saw each other—I meant to tell her. But, everything happened so fast. I didn’t tell her where I was, I didn’t talk to her. Then the months passed and now we’re here.”

Sam’s eyes went wide, “Months? She didn’t know where you were for months?”

Bucky groaned, annoyed. “I know. I’m not good with keeping up with people—”

“Buck that’s no excuse. You can’t just disappear on people.”

“I get it. But there’s nothing I can do about it now. You saw how it was back there.”

Sam remembered how coldly you’d greeted Barnes, and how curtly you introduced your new partner before happily joining everyone else.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t apologize. You can try, that’s a start.”

Bucky sighed, shoving his hands further in his pockets. He walked ahead of Sam, a subconscious attempt at an escape.

“It’s not worth it.”

Sam scoffed, “You’re pathetic.”

Bucky whipped around at the statement.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me. You’re pathetic. You ran away, you fucked up, and now you won’t fix it.”

The wind broke their silence, sharply streaking over their exposed hands and faces, bitterly biting at their skin.

It felt appropriate for the situation at hand.

“You care. Don’t pretend you don’t, fix it Barnes.” Sam shook his head, continuing to walk. “For God’s sake get your shit together.”

Bucky stood alone for a moment, Sam walking further ahead of him.

He was too tired for this conversation, contempt fueling him to keep his stance in the predicament. What did he have to fix? You moved on, you didn’t care, end of story.

But he couldn’t stand alone in the cold forever, so begrudgingly, he caught up with Sam. Both walking silently in the cool autumn night, nothing more said about the bar they’d left behind.

~

Part 3

A/N: Hey babes! Doing a short lil’ angst series off of my previous post. A few of y’all wanted a follow up ig 🖤 enjoy what comes ☺️

Series tags: @babybluereads @justifymyfeelings @dexter99

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[bisexualwannabewriter]

“Thanks for reminding me I have a heart” Chapter One - Bucky Barnes x female reader

This is my new series, (inspired by a request from @lonewolf471) hope you’ll enjoy it as much as my first one, “This is Killing Me” (Spencer Reid x female reader) :D

The story will be told from your perspective, but also from Bucky’s ! Parts will be set in the past (in italics), and others in the present. I’ll try to make it as clear as possible for you !

Summary : Meeting Bucky Barnes in that nightclub wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t luck, or fate. It was planned. And your plan went much further than what it was supposed to : the spy working with the Flag Smashers that you used to be, fell for him. Hard. You’re a different person now, but making Bucky believe you won’t be easy...

TW : manipulation, lies, betrayal, traumatic past, alcohol. Pretty angsty !

I’ll post every chapter of this series here, and you can find everything I write right there :)

Bucky (Now)

It wasn’t that he didn’t recognize her anymore. That was the worst part. He saw the woman he fell for in everything she did, in everything she said, in the way she was moving, in her eyes, in her playful smile... It was making everything harder. But she had hurt him. Making him trust her was the worst kind of betrayal. Bucky counted the people he could trust on one hand. He came a long way, but there was still a lot of work to do. She was part of that effort, of that new life he had tried to make for himself. She was a breath of fresh air, hope for a better future. And it was all a lie. It was just another drop of water in a bucket already filled to the brim. She looked him in the eyes, filled his heart with comforting and poisonous words, and it was all under false pretenses. She didn't even have to do much : he quickly fell under her spell, which was even more humiliating for him.

No, he recognized her. He knew the woman in front of him. Or a side of her, at least. The thing was, she was much more than she let on. He always got that vibe from her, but he liked it, in a way. Problem was, he liked everything about her. He wasn't thorough enough, and it could have cost him everything. This wasn't Bucky. He was so careful about everything, all the time, which was exhausting. The irony : she felt like a haven of peace, a sweet relief. He let his guard down around her, even though he could sense she kept things from him. He forgot everything about what he had painfully learned throughout his long life, for her sake.

There was something genuinely heartbreaking about the way she was looking at him in that moment. Bucky felt his heart grow tighter in his chest. She was complicating things for him, but she had already played with his feelings for too long. No more. She tried : "Buck, I'm sorry, you have to believe me, I...", but he remained as cold as he could, cutting her off : "You don't get to call me that. I don't know you. You're not my friend, you're not my... I don't know you." Her eyes grew more desperate by the second, and he had to control every single nerve in his body with steely determination, not to reach out to her. She answered : "But you do ! You do. I did what I had to, okay ? Until I couldn't. I can't... So here I am, apologizing, asking you to believe me."

Believing her ? He didn't even know where to start anymore. The moment he met her, he should have known something was off. He should have known. How could he be so naive ? How could he be so dumb ? How could he forgive her, when he didn't have it in him to forgive himself, for letting her get under his skin the very night they met ?

                                                            ///

You (Months ago)

The man was strikingly beautiful. He was standing out from the crowd; partly because he wasn't even part of it. Another person could have thought : hey, look at this mysterious dark-haired guy, chilling at the bar. Sexy dude. Is he shy ? Is he waiting for the right person to hit on ? Is he waiting to get hit on ? Is he too good for the rest of us ? But you didn't. Your trained eyes saw the truth. He had this intense gaze, focused on every single movement around him. You could see his tensed muscles under his black jacket, waiting for the slightest sign of danger. He definitely wasn't here for a drink, a dance, or a lover for the night. That man had something else in mind. He probably heard you coming, without showing any sign of it. How were you going to pull this off ? You tried : "You almost look as uncomfortable as me !". He didn't even look at you, eyes still focused on what was going on around him, when he answered : "I'm not uncomfortable."

You were wearing a tight fitted black attire that was revealing everything and nothing at the same time. You were showing your collarbones and a bit of cleavage. Not too much, but enough. A tactical choice on your part. Most of your choices were, these days. You wondered when was the last time you actually did something because you just felt like it. Your hair were tied in a ponytail, bringing even more attention to the little bit of skin you were alllowing the world to see. You chose to wear the perfect make-up for your stunning eyes, which he only seemed to finally notice when you shot back : "Sure you're not. What do you drink ?"

There. He was like a fish caught on your hook. It was subtle, because he was very good at hiding the true nature of... well, everything. But you saw it. You stared at each other for a brief instant, and you gave him your flirtiest smile. He didn't respond to your smile, and brought his attention back to the people around him, before answering : "I'd rather not, thanks." Tough crowd. Too bad, you were just getting started. You tried another approach : "What are you ? A cop or something ? You sure look the part." He furrowed his brows a little, and simply stated : "I'm not a cop." You rested your chin on your hand, staring at him with a supiscious but amused look : "That's what a cop would say." That earned a little grin from him. He even looked back at you, when he asked : "And what would someone who's not a cop say ?" You gave him your most surprised, innocent look, before serving him a charming smile that kept his attention on you. You teased him : "... Okay, you got me there. So what ?"

He looked at the crowd again, but you could tell his true attention was on you now. He had a little smile on his face. It suit him. His voice, his attitude, his enigmatic aura... he was very endearing. He surprised you when he chose to answer : "I'm on a secret mission." You rolled your eyes, and subtly put some distance between the two of you, forcing his eyes back on you. "Oh God. You're one of those guys ? Does that line ever work ? Are you gonna tell me something like "I could tell you what the mission's about, but then I'd have to kill you" ?"

You weren't even sure anymore. You had this habit of observing everyone's reaction, of analyzing what they where saying, but you were doing that with yourself too. Was everything you were doing really that planned ? In another life, you could have been that flirty and playful woman, hitting on a handsome stranger. Maybe she was a part of you, because being like this came out naturally around that man. He furrowed his brows a little, looking a little confused, and answered : "It wasn't a "line"... I'm... nevermind." You tried to reassure him, and offered : "Relax, I'm messing with you." You gave him a radiant smile. He was observing you now, very carefully. He was trying not to make it too obvious, but you could tell. After spending a little time studying your face and probably having an intense inner monologue, he surprised you again, testing you this time : "What are YOU doing here, all alone and... uncomfortable ?"

Oh yeah, that part. You did tell him he looked as uncomfortable as you. Talking to him was genuinely nice. He wasn't a man of a lot of words, but still. Deep inside of him, you could feel something very warm, engaging and charming, that had been buried and forgotten for too long, but that desperately wanted to claw its way out of him. You served him this little story : "Yeah, I'm better at hiding it than you are, apparently ! ... I huh, I was supposed to meet someone out there. It's embarassing, really." He asked the following question with a sincere astonishment in his voice, which flattered your ego : "He stood you up ?" , and you quickly told him : "Nope, he came. He's probably still looking for me right now. He huh... he didn't look like his pictures. Like, at all." He had this perplexed look on his face again, which was kind of adorable to you. He hesitated before declaring : "Dating apps... I huh... They're not my thing either."

You genuinely laughed at that, before following with : "Right ? I don't even know what I was thinking. He seemed nice, but lying like that ? It's just fucked up. So yeah... I came here to kind of... I don't know. Hide ? Drink ? Laugh at people on the dancefloor like I'm better than them ? Hope to bump into a mysterious and handsome stranger who won't tell me what he's doing here ?" You had gotten closer to him again, giving him a cryptic and mischevous smile. He answered to that smile, without wanting to let you know you had in fact really flattered him. He soberly answered : "I'm with friends. I'm just waiting for them." You tried something else again, with a little disappointed look on your face : "Oh... Well I'm sure they'll come any minute now. I'll leave you to your intense eye scanning of the dancefloor then, Mister 'I'm not a cop but I sure act like one.' "

You started to get up, but his answer kept you right where you were : "I wasn't... I'm just... I like to observe things." He could have just let you go. He could have wished you well, and moved on with his life. But no, he continued the conversation. That pleased you. It didn't have anything to do with the rest, what you couldn't talk about. It was personal. It genuinely made you happy. "Yeah... you seem pretty good at... "observing". Those eyes of yours are quite something. I'm totally hitting on you, by the way. Trying to distract you from that secret mission of yours. Is it working ?" Okay, maybe you went a bit harder on this one. But there was something about this dude... He was slowly getting under your skin. You wanted to go under his, and see what he was truly made of, behind those piercing blue eyes. Until now, he had kept a pretty suave behavior, even when he seemed a bit confused or socially awkward. But that line really seemed to shake him a little. He broke eye contact, finally turned around on his chair to be facing the bar, like you were. He looked at the bar table, and said : "You seem pretty good at... distracting, yeah." It was stupid, and hesitant, but it worked on you. You didn't know why, but that simple sentence did something to you. That, and the way he looked up at you after saying it.

For the first time in the conversation, you had to fight a little to maintain your composure, and find the right words. You got lost in the blue of his eyes, before telling him, not as smoothly as you wished : "Well now I feel like your eyes are scanning me. Like you're piercing right through my soul and can see all of my darkest secrets. There's something familiar about you. Have we met before ?" All the hesitation, the awkwardness and confusion that may have inhabited him just before, seemed to have completely left him in that moment. He was still piercing right through your soul with his intense gaze, and there was nothing you could do to escape him. He softly killed you with another simple answer, oh so simple, and yet so effective. Truth was, he probably could have told anything in that moment. He could have told you to fuck off, he could have told you the truth about who he really was, or he could have told you the recipe of a fucking apple pie : it pretty much would have had the same effect. "I think I'd remember, if we did."

Still nowhere to go, to flee from those eyes. You were impressed. You slightly leaned forward, resting your chin on your shoulder and somehow managed to keep your shit together : "Now THAT was a line. Solid." He smiled. Like really, smiled. Not a little smirk, but a true radiating smile that did something you weren't prepared for : you felt something in your heart. You had forgotten you even had one, at that point. What kind of fuckery... "Buck ! Get your ass over here man, we got what we wanted.", you heard someone behind you say. The said "Buck" kept his eyes on you for a second more, like he wanted to hold on to this moment, not yet willing to burst the bubble. He eventually looked at his friend, nodded, got up, but not without telling you : "That's me. Sorry, I gotta go. What huh... what's your name ?" It was now or never : "Give me your hand." Again, with the cute confused look on his face : "What ?" he asked.

You got up from your chair too, and excitedly repeated : "Your hand !" He finally got the message, and took away the glove he was wearing from his right hand. You quickly grabbed a pen from the counter, took his hand and carefully wrote a number on it, adding : "I'm y/n. Give me a call sometime, handsome-mysterious-guy-on-a-mission." You kept his hand in yours a bit too long, gave him a smile you didn't care to describe, as this was getting out of your control. What where you getting all worked up for ? You let go of his hand, and he looked at you in a way that was so sweet, so authentic, that you felt your heart double in size. Then, a crazy thought crossed your mind : you had to erase that number from his hand, and just run away, far far away from him. Your determination had completely left you, all because of that man. But before you could act on any impulse, he softly repeated your name, which sounded oh so good in his mouth, and turned around, joining the man who had called him.

You knew exactly who that man was : Sam Wilson, better known as the Falcon. And the gorgeous blue eyed one you just talked to, was non other than James Buchanan Barnes, formerly known as The Winter Soldier. You had to get your shit together if you wanted to get the job done : get as much information as you could from them, and undermine their work from the inside, undetected.

Part Two is here !

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Do you have a nasterlist? I'm finding it difficult to find the tinder date Ivar fics in the correct order :)

Hey, sweetie!

I do have a masterlist, but I don’t keep it properly updated, because I am extremely lazy in that department but I’ll try to be more attentive from now on, maybe pubblishing character/series masterlist so it might be more useful to find everything!

By the way this is the correct order of the fic!

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

Hope it is better this way and that you might find everything quickier and sorry for chaos!

Have a nice day!

-Heco Hansen.

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This was amazing!

thank you!! I love this fic and I always wanted to rewrite it so I could split it into chapters and write more of it!

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Prologue - Part I

Banner by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite, who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310, @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria too. Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won’t mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fairy tale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 684

Additional note: I had a weird idea for the setup of this story and you're about to find out. I hope you like it.

If you're visually impaired and have trouble reading the prologue, please, let me know, and I'll figure something out (meaning, I'll send you a Word file 😉)

And now... Enjoy 🙂 (hopefully)

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Truth or Dare | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This was a request from @breakablebarnes :)

Send me your requests, submissions, and/ or requests! 🥰

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Warnings: Bucky being a fucking dream, fingering and oral (f receiving)

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The team sat scattered in a circle around the coffee table, exchanging secrets and partaking in rather questionable acts. No one remembered who had suggested truth or dare, but it didn't matter. No one on the team had laughed like this in a long, long time and you were thankful for a break from the usual doom and gloom. A few beers had been opened but no one was sloshed or even drunk, just a light buzz to keep the mood lifted.

"Alright- truth!" Bucky demanded, prompting annoyed groans from the group. Nat sighed about Bucky being lame and Sam clinked his beer against hers in agreement. "Hey, woah. Isn't it called TRUTH or dare? It's the first word of the title-it's the titular choice!" Bucky argued. He shot you a wink, knowing how you loved when he was a smart ass. He'd quickly become your closest friend in the compound and you favorite person to spend time with. He pressed his tongue to the opening of his beer before tiling it back and taking a long sip, and you practically had to drag your eyes away from his mouth. While you were practically drooling over Bucky, Nat had come up with a salacious question to ask the 100 year old super-soldier.

"Alright, Barnes. Truth: how many times have you ever come in one night? I know you must have some super soldier stamina..." Once again, the room erupted into hoots and hollers as Bucky's cheeks took on a scarlet hue. Sure, he was a based ex-assassin, but he wasn't impervious to embarrassment. Moments like these reminded you that he was still human, which made him feel a little more accessible. A hush fell over the team as everyone waited for Bucky to answer, and you had to admit that you were a little too curious. "Uh, I don't know...three?" Bucky stated with uncertainty. The reactions were a mixed bag, but it was mostly congratulations from the guys mixed with a disappointed groan from Nat.

"Okat, okay, wait- I have an idea. No more truth or dare!" she announced, "we all answer the question. I'm dying to know..." More cheers echoed through the room as Nat pointed at Sam, telling him to go first. He opened his mouth, but got shut down by Tony, "and she means with a partner- your hand doesn't count". Sam's head fell back with laughter, as did everyone else's, and it took a moment before the game could continue.

Nat moved around the circle, getting everyone to admit to their most successful sexual escapades. As she got closer and closer to you, a knot formed in your stomach. Part of you wanted to excuse yourself, but that would be a dead give away. Another part of you wanted to lie, but if they asked for details, you were screwed. Bucky waited to baited breath to hear your answer, and secretly wondered if he could help you beat your record.

"Helloooo? Hey, it's your turn!" Tony called as he waved a hand in your direction. His words pulled you out of your nervous shame spiral, and you felt an uncomfortable number of eyes on you. Bucky stared at you a little too intently, and had to force himself to take a sip of his drink. "Soooo, how many times?" Nat prompted, getting everyone in the circle to fall quiet in anticipation for your answer. It was do or die, and you chose the latter.

"Um, none. Zero", you grumbled. The room was too quiet. No one knew what to say or how to react until Wanda threw her head back with a howling laugh. Maria, Tony, and Sam joined in, followed by Steve, Nat, and Bucky. "Oh my god," Nat breathed, "You got us good. We thought you were serious! God, you're too funny. Okay, seriously though-how many times?"

Once again, the room fell silent and all eyes were on you. With a huff, you decided to lean in to your embarrassing truth and be completely honest. "I wasn't kidding. Zero. None," you stated flatly, "the most I've ever come in one night is zero." Maria opened her mouth but you cut her off before she could speak, "and no, I'm not a virgin."

Sam stared down at his drink and Wanda set her gaze at the window. Slowly, everyone averted their eyes from yours. Conveniently, the end of game night arrived very soon after your confession. With humiliation filling your chest, you raced up to your room and slammed the door. Flopping down on the bed, you let out a pitiful groan. Everyone else had had such deliciously dirty stories about their best hookups, and you were insanely jealous.

The buzzing of your phone grabbed your attention and you turned your attention to Bucky's name illuminating your screen.

"Hey, sweetheart, truth or dare? :)"

No part of you wanted to continue the game that had embarrassed you enough for ten lifetimes- but it was Bucky. If he asked you to lift Mjolnir, you'd find a way.

"Dare ;)" was all you sent back. Seconds later, your phone buzzed again with the words "I dare you to come over". With a laugh, you hopped up from your bed and padded down the hall toward Bucky's room. He heard you coming and yanked the door open before you could even knock, motioning for you to come in.

"What's up, Barnes?' you asked as you plopped down on his bed. He stood before you with an uncertain expression clouding his eyes. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't form the words he was looking for. He'd wanted to be gentle about his offer, but that wasn't going to happen.

"I was thinking...let me try" he finally blurted out. Confusion cocked your head to the side and Bucky let out a frustrated groan. "I mean, you said downstairs that you're not a virgin, but you've also never come, soooo I was thinking...let me try. There was clearly something wrong with every guy you slept with", he finished his proposal and stared at you expectantly. Before you could say anything, he quickly added, "only if you want. If you don't, I'll drop it and never bring it up again".

As badly as you wanted to get with Bucky, you were certain that he was wrong. "Buck, I don't- you're so sweet. You really are. But...I'm the problem" admitting it was embarrassing, especially to Bucky. "There's something wrong with me- I don't know what, but every guy I've been with has told me that. So, I really appreciate it, but... you don't have to".

Bucky almost looked offended when you told him about your past partners. He took a few slow steps toward you and took one of your hands gently in his, "Doll, I guarantee you that you're not the problem. Too many guys just do what they think you'll like instead of actually listening." He crouched down in front of you and stared up at you with his deep blue eyes. They betrayed a look of sincerity and comfort that pulled you in to his gaze. "If you want, I'd love to prove to you that you're not the problem."

For a moment, all you could do was sit quietly. His offer was more than enticing, but after being told for so many years that there was something wrong with you, accepting it was hard. Finally, you realized how fucking stupid you'd be to say no to Bucky Barnes, and gave him a confident "I'm in".

Bucky couldn't contain himself when you finally said yes, but he kept it together, "If you ever wanna stop, just say the word. Okay?" You gave him an affirmative nod, prompting him to lean in for a kiss. His lips were just as you'd imagined them, and you couldn't hold back the happy sigh that escaped your throat. Kissing Bucky had been on your bucket list since you first met him, and you were thrilled to be able to scratch it off.. Bucky swallowed your sigh as he deepened the kiss, bringing his large hands to either side of your face.

"Scoot back for me, will ya, sweets?" he asked as he broke the kiss. He wanted to wrap his arms around your thighs and lift you from the bed so he could position you wherever he wanted, but he knew he had to start slow. Just like he asked, you moved back until your head rested on his pillow. He smiled at the sight as he crawled toward you, letting one of his knees rest in between your legs.

Nerves tied your stomach in knots, but there was no way you were gonna mess this up. Bucky's lips captured yours again, this time with more hunger and ferocity. He'd wanted you so badly, and being this close to you actually had him feeling drunk. He gently pushed his tongue into your mouth, which you gladly accepted, allowing him full access. A low moan fell from your lips and directly into his, making him want you even more. Hand hands found your waist and trailed upward slightly, playing with the hem of your t-shirt. He ghosted his cold fingertips inside the fabric, letting them run teasingly along your abdomen.

He left a slow trail of deep kisses from your lips to your jaw, humming in approval at the slight twitch in your hips. He continued his work, licking and kissing down your neck, stopping to suck at your pulse for a moment. He slid lower, tracing his lips over you clavicle until he reached the collar of your shirt. He tried to ask if he could take it off, but you were already nodding. He slid his hands carefully under the fabric, letting his mouth follow in their path. With your shirt finally off, he took a moment to stare down at you.

He'd seen you topless once on a mission, but you'd been in a blood soaked sports bra and in need of stitches, so he hadn't really enjoyed the experience. This moment, however, was perfect. He left kisses down your sternum and across the scar from that mission as his hands slid over your bralette. It was lacy and see-through, driving him completely crazy. Once again, you cut him off before he could even ask to remove it. He thanked god that it hooked in the front and made quick work of the clasp, helping you snake your arms through the straps.

When his mouth ghosted across your nipple, the moan that left your mouth was almost embarrassing. He smiled at your reaction and closed his lips around your sensitive nerve endings, flicking his tongue as you mewled beneath him. "All good?" he asked, just to check in. When you gave him a very confident "yes", his cold hand rolled and pinched at your other nipple. "Definitely- definitely good" you murmured.

Everything was fine- better than fine- until your body wouldn't let you finish. He'd run his mouth down the length of your abdomen, leaving kisses and light nips in his wake. When he let his lips brush lightly against your clit, the reaction he'd gotten made him salivate. Every time you let out a dirty moan, his hunger for you grew. His lips encircled your clit and sucked as his tongue flitted over it, making you chant his name like the filthiest prayer he'd ever heard.

As his fingers slipped inside you, your mouth opened in a silent scream. He stroked through your tight, velvety walls, long the way you clenched around his fingers. He teased you just a little before finally stroking over your sweet spot. You clenched his sheets into tight fists as the sensation became too much but not enough all at once. He was setting you on fire from the inside out-but you just couldn't get there.

He could sense your body tensing up and paused his work to look up at you. What he saw concerned him, and he climbed out from in between your legs completely. Your hands covered your face in shame as he pulled the blanket over you for comfort. "How you doing, sweetheart?" he asked as he lightly stroked your hair. With a shrug, you pulled your hands from your face- but still couldn't look at him "I'm good. Thanks, Buck. You're great. Here, let me-" you moved toward him, reaching your hand down to the button of his jeans, but he pulled away.

"Hey, we're not doing that tonight", he took your hand in his and kissed your palm, "This is about you. You don't have to make us even-or whatever. Come on, talk to me." Propping yourself up on your elbows, you finally met his eye line. "I told you, I'm the problem. What you're doing is...it's great. It's perfect actually, but I still can't- I'm not there. I don't know why. I want to be, but..." you flopped down on your back and cringed at your own words, "I can't".

Bucky leaned over you and left a kiss on your forehead, stroking your hair again until you'd finally look at him again. "The problem is all those assholes who told you you're the problem," he said matter-of-factly, "Let me guess: the first guy you got with had no idea what he was doing, so he told you that you not coming was your fault". You nodded slightly, prompting him to continue, "so, now every time you sleep with someone and they can't get you there, you assume it's because there's something wrong with you". Another nod from you made Bucky want to kill every guy you'd ever slept with.

"Sweetheart, you gotta relax," he told you, "There's nothing wrong with you, and you're not the problem. I don't know if this is weird, but I've gotta say, you've got the most perfect pussy I've ever seen". A dark hunger flickered behind his eyes at the words, and you felt your chest tighten. "If you're done for tonight, I totally get it. But if you're not, I know I can get you there".

Bucky reclaimed his spot between your legs at your approval and ate you like a man starved. He hummed in approval against your clit, happy to be back in his favorite spot. It sent delicious vibrations through you making your breath catch in your throat. Once again, his fingers slid into you slowly. He began moving them in and out, clocking your reactions and letting unstoppable praises fall from his lips. "See? So good for me, sweetheart. You're so good for me" he murmured as you began to see stars.

When he'd melted you into a moaning, quivering mess with his fingers, he added his mouth to the mix. His tongue traced circles over your throbbing, aching clit like it was his job as his fingers expertly worked over your g-spot. He stroked at it relentlessly, making your chest tighten with each touch.

Dirty moans and "fuckfuckfuck"s fell from your lips as you neared your high. "That's it, baby, let go for me. Let go," he praised, and- it happened. Animalistic moans clawed their way out of your throat as you squirmed and writhed under Bucky's touch. He hummed happily and sent another jolt of pleasure through your body with a dark smile.

As you tried to bring your thighs together, he didn't move. "Come on, baby. I know you've got a few more for me," he murmured against your thighs, kissing at them and letting his teeth graze your skin.

The next morning, the team sat in the kitchen quietly drinking coffee and chatting over breakfast. Casually, you joined them at the table and began eating your cereal before making an announcement, "Oh, hey, by the way...nine. My number's nine".

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