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garbinge · 5 months

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Country Shit

Gilly Lopez x F!Reader (Soldier Reader) Summary: Pre-canon fic where you think the worst as a black town car approaches your home but are pleasantly surprised by whose home.

A/N: Posting this fic I've had in my docs finished for a while now. I hope to start getting back in the swing of things soon. I know a lot of people have been commenting/messaging/reaching out about my Bear series and I promise I'll update that soon, but for now enjoy my first Gilly fic from Mayans :)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, mentions of war, bootcamp, training, army, army rangers, PTSD, trauma, death, grief, dishonorable discharge. Lightly angsty? Or maybe I'm numb to angst and its like medium-angst level lol. Light fluff.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie

The clouds were rolling in, you heard the thunder in the distance as you sat on the back of your wrap around porch staring out at the ranch in your backyard. You pulled your cardigan tight around you out of instinct as the breeze from the storm on its way in, blew past you. The dark clouds casted a shadow on the large land of property that made up your backyard, the free-range chickens you owned had retreated into their coup, the two horses you took care of were nestled safely in the barn you had just 500 feet away from the house, and your dog was alert on your left hand side as he stared up at the rumbling sky.

“Come on, boy, let’s get inside before it starts coming down.” You stood up and opened the back door and nodded for your dog to go inside.

Your timing was impeccable, just as you closed the screen door, the rain started. The living room walls were filled with windows, you could see the droplets throughout every window on every window that surrounded the room. The sound of the water pelting against the roof and the deck filled the house, it was loud and mixed with the rumbling of the thunder. It needed to be drowned out, so you moved over to the record player you had set up by the front of the living room.

The memory of the last time you used the record player was coming up short, but seeing the Sam Hunt record in the player made you smile. Placing the needle on the record, it scratched for a minute before the music started playing. It brought you back to a time in your life, there wasn’t much other way to describe it besides a time. It wasn’t something you’d describe as the best time in your life, not in the slightest, but there were some moments that weren’t completely horrible.

“Come on! Grab your drink!”

Those were the famous last words your bunkmate said before she dragged you onto the dance floor. You remember the beat of the banjo playing so loudly as you moved to the beat. It was the last night of Ranger School, you had graduated earlier in the day, your friends and family had come and gone already to wish you well before they shipped you off to your assignments.

You weren’t alone on the dance floor, you were in Georgia, so when Sam Hunt was playing, the crowd tended to thicken up a bit. The noise got louder from people singing along, and although it wasn’t your go-to selection, it was fun in comparison to everything training had put you through. You remember feeling beer dripping down your jeans as you jumped up and down with the mix of Ranger graduates and town locals, but you didn’t mind one second of it. You just loved having the excuse to wear something other than your green service uniform.

As the song reached its last minute, you had started to sing along to the lyrics, your laugh was contagious by those around you as you enjoyed the celebration. You were drunk, there was no two ways about it, and you weren’t alone in that, everyone around you was too. Some people attempted to line dance, because choreographed moves were the perfect thing for a bunch of drunks, but everyone seemed to make it work. Except him. And you heard his voice in your ear as you were trying to keep up with those around you in the last moments of the song.

“Can you show me how to do this shit so I don’t make a total fucking ass of myself?”

You smiled at the comment, and turned to him. Lopez. You had worked with him over your summer of training, but to say you knew him well would have been an exaggeration.

“And you think I know what I’m doing?” You chuckled as you looked back at him. “I’m just following everyone else. It’s like a kick kick step step turn thing.”

“Right.” Gilly was trying to catch up as he moved next to you. It was hilarious to watch but it was also nice, having someone else with you that didn’t exactly know what was happening. “Man, I wish they’d turn this country shit off.” He whispered to himself as he tried to follow along with his feet.

As the song came to a close, you spoke up to him. “Didn’t peg you as the line dancing type.”

“I’m running a bet with the guys.” He pointed back to his group of friends. “Longest one to stay out on the dance floor, actually trying, gets their tab taken care of.”

“You do realize we’re in a bar full of locals who love buying drinks for anyone in the service?” You frowned at him.

“Yea but there’s just something really fulfilling about Timmer paying my tab off for me, you know?” He was laughing back with you.

Now that, you understood. Timmer was a real asshole, said things that got under everyone’s skin so if that was what was on the line, you’d help Lopez out. The song changed, it slowed down. A crowd of people left the dance floor, while a new crowd also filled it. Gilly looked around and saw just one person he was in on the bet with left on the floor with someone in their arms.

“Need a partner?” You spoke up, hand extended out to him. Out of nerves, he laughed and took your hand in his, your other arm moved to hang around his shoulder loosely as you both began swaying to the music.

“Thanks for helping me out.” Gilly said to break the silent tension.

“Look, anything to make Timmer get the shit end of a stick, but I’m thinking I should negotiate something out of this deal for myself.” You made a face as if you were thinking.

“I mean, fair is fair.” Gilly said as he took the lead and moved you around the dance floor. “What’d you have in mind.”

It was a tactic, but it worked, it had you shocked for a minute that he had taken the lead.

“I want my tab covered, too.” There were likely a million other things you could have negotiated from this, his dessert during meal time, laundry, literally anything but you were so caught off-guard you just said something quickly.

“Deal.” He agreed quickly.

Both of you stopped talking and continued to move slowly, swaying back and forth, the silence between you both allowed you to hear the lyrics of the song.

“You and me, wild and free. Way out in the woods, nobody for miles.”

Those lyrics brought you back to the present moment, in your shared home with Gilly that way out in the woods, nobody for miles. Now, some probably would have said that was the night that started it all between you, but after those dances, and a few drinks, both of you went back to your respective bunks and didn’t speak to each other until a week later when you were both deployed to the 2nd battalion in the 75th Ranger Regiment, and well, that bonded you two differently. Those two months on the home base in Washington is where the both of you fell in love, whatever that meant for two active duty Rangers. After those 2 months, they shipped you out to your tour assignment, where things got dark.

You stood there, getting lost in your thoughts as your brain wrapped itself around a new set of memories, ones that were heavy and hard to even think of. The memories of being on combat duty, seeing things that were burned in your mind as a souvenir of your two tours, and the one that constantly replayed in your head. The memory of being dishonorably discharged because you refused to follow orders. Before you could think further on it, you jumped at the sound of your dog barking. Your eyes moved to the driveway, the sound of the gravel crunching was mumbled under the music and the rain but it was still prevalent. The rain distorted the view out of the window, but you could see the black town car rolling down your driveway, which was otherwise empty. You lived easily 30 minutes from town or any person, neighbor, or establishment, and that was purposeful. When you got discharged, Gilly got sent backshortly after on leave with you for a week. The two of you were already married but had no place to call home and with you being done with the military, it was time to set down roots. Roots that wouldn’t push you into a PTSD fit constantly, you liked being off the beaten path, you liked being unbothered, on your own. On your own. Those three words instantly meant something completely different now as you stared at the black car in the driveway. Everyone knew the black town car pulling up, unexpected, to the home was the news. The news no one wanted to get, but being deployed yourself prepared you for it in a way that explained the solitude in your heart and lack of panic. You moved away from the window before anyone exited the car, you took the few minutes you knew you had before someone rang the bell to kneel down and be eye to eye with your pup.

“I wish you were going to understand what was about to happen, buddy.” Your hand scratched behind his ears. You saw his nose wiggle as he sniffed the air, and he let out a little whine while looking at you.

You let out a sigh, and closed your eyes. That’s when the doorbell rang. As your dog ran to the door, you knelt there for 30 more seconds, preparing yourself mentally to hear the news.

The words rattled in your brain before anyone even said them to you, it was your brain's way of preparing you before you got up to answer the door. The commandant of the Army Rangers 75th Regiment and Second Battalion has entrusted me to express his deepest regrets that your husband, Gilberto Lopez, was killed in action. It was then that you realized you’d find out when and how, and that’s when you held your breath. It’d affect you differently, because you knew the logistics of things, how to read between the lines of what was told to you. Before another thought filled your head, you were standing up and making your way to the door and opening it wide.

Immediately your dog was out the door whining and jumping on the person in front of you. You thought you felt your breath hitch, I mean you were seeing a dead man, or what you convinced yourself in the last 5 minutes was a dead man, standing in front of you but you were frozen, until he spoke.

“Hey buddy boy, I missed you, yea, hello.” He spoke to the dog, his backpack still on but the other bag was discarded to his right as he let your dog greet him joyfully. “You been takin’ care of our girl, right?” He said as he stood back up and you felt the breath you were holding release and suddenly you were launching into his arms.

He let out a woah mixed in between a chuckle as he steadied himself and wrapped his arms around you to embrace you back. You both hugged for what felt like eternity, eventually he moved both of you into the house to avoid getting anymore wet from the rain. You still had your hands wrapped around his neck, your heads were next to each other when he whispered something to you.

“What happened? I’m gone for a few months and you got that country shit playing?”

When the laugh left your mouth it’s when you realized you were crying.

“Hey, you’re not allowed to say that when it’s our song.” You pulled away so you could look at him now.

“See, country music’s got you crying.” His thumb moved to wipe your tears away, the smile on his face was big, he was happy to be home, happy to not be thinking about everything– anything.

“I thought you were dead.” You said as his hands cupped your face.

“I’m surprised I’m not.” His face hardened almost immediately as he shifted to talk to you seriously.

“You back for good?” Staring into his eyes, you looked for an answer, but were only coming up with pain and exhaustion.

“I’m back for good.” He nodded and moved to place his backpack down.

“It’s hard being home.” You said, hating to break the moment but you knew it was inevitable to talk about.

“It’s hard being deployed.” Gilly answered.

You looked into his eyes again, it was obvious to you that they were eyes that had seen a lot. You knew that since your eyes looked the same when you were sent home. The difference between him and you was he was there longer, whatever happened when you weren’t there was going to haunt him.

“Back for good.” You repeated his statement, trying to wrap your brain around what that meant, what you both were in store for but you were quickly interrupted by a kiss.

As your eyes closed, you melted into the touch. His lips on yours brought you back in time, to your first kiss, your wedding day, then the day you were sent home, saying goodbye to him. But now he was home, and he was kissing you hello.

“You and me, wild and free.” He said the lyrics from the song that brought you two here as he rested his forehead on yours.

“I thought you hated country music.”

“I fuckin’ do. But I also fuckin’ love you.”

#mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfic #gilly lopez #gilberto lopez #gilly mayans #gilly lopez x f!reader #gilly x reader

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youngsamanda · 2 months

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happy valentines day i'm spending it working and with a dog so here's a bunch of primarily shippy based things that i want to do ! please keep in mind that i'm twenty3 so be over eighteen if you are giving this post a like ! i primarily write on discord but am technically flexible when it comes to that i'll also mess around on tumblr sideblogs or my inactive indie still ! if you are interested please like this or dm me and we can get something going !

plots : gay cowboys / a better version of that whack netflix movie purple hearts where two people who don't really like each other decide to get married for the benefits and it's a whole fake marriage slowburn thing / gimme real old gay vampires that are just messy and awful for each other but keep falling back together / literally on my knees begging for any kind of beauty and the beast plot / a big slasher multimuse / frat boy x friends sister / literally the plot of ez and emily from mayans mc but with a happier ending hopefully / oops baby plots for the angst / friends when they are younger in the like 90s then playing older casted versions of them in modern day / literally just scooby doo / teen wolf x vampire diaries older and recasted mumu i don't know please indulge me / friends to lovers but it literally takes forever like one of those bitches gets married before they get together / mermaid x pirate romance / not actually the characters but the vibes of red white and royal blue gay royals and all that / just want random period pieces like characters in the 70s or something / rich girl x country boy / proper enemies to lovers / the bitches from the mummy / mob lackey and mob boss daughter / something based on beth x rip from yellowstone / literally just a drama college friend group bc it's fun

wanted ships : gale x dewey / older percy x annabeth / charlie gillespie x olivia holt / rachel zegler x tom blythe / emma d'arcy x ryan corr / seth x kate fdtd / buffy x spike / tara x jax / anakin x padme / rhys x feyre / nesta x cassian / cole x isabel from the shiver books but older / mason gooding x jenna ortega / sean teale x adelaide kane / haymitch x effie / kiana madeira x olivia scott welch / mike x emily from until dawn / danielle galligan x calahan skogman / kaz x inej / azriel x gwyn / peter x gwen but not the tom holland one / steve x nancy / keyleth x vax / bloom x sky / musa x riven / fka twigs x bill skarsgaard / jacob elordi x alexa demie / taylor zakhar perez x madelyn cline / rami malek x charlie hunnam / mackenzie davis x gugu mbatha raw / harley x ivy / maya erskine x donald glover / elena x nate uncharted / lois x clark / gendry x arya / hayley x nathan from oth / emma x sean but older from degrassi / karen x frank / crystal reed x daniel sharman but in a period piece / blair redford x jamie chung / lorna dane x alex summers / mickey x ian but recasted

wanted opposites : nick robinson / archie renaux / emilio sakraya / jena malone / ryan graves / adrian kempe / sza / lily gladstone / yahya abdul mateen ii / alperen duymaz / drew starkey / fka twigs / aubrey plaza / peter gadiot / renee rapp / paul mescal / havana liu rose / milo manheim / taylor zakhar perez / riley keogh / anna diop / melissa barrera / ben barnes / ayo edibiri / fabien frankel / dev patel / oliver jackson cohen / danny ramirez / aubin wise / cillian murphy / amber midthunder / daniel sharman / auli'l cravalho / logan lerman / phoebe tonkin / rege jean page / winona ryder / dua lipa / elodie yung / joseph quinn / simone ashley / camila mendes / jensen ackles / henry golding / blu hunt / aaron taylor johnson / calum hood / gabriel luna

#discord rp #discord 1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #i dunno #don't be weird abt the hockey ppl please i can't KADJJD

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 11 months

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Pitch for a Quantic Dreams-style game:

The year is 1987. Hector Delgado, one of the most infamous drug lords in Florida, has been taken down by the FBI. His entire criminal enterprise has crumbled and anyone associated with him is now on the run.

(So, think of this game as being set after Tony Montana’s downfall at the end of “Scarface”)

You play as four different individuals, each with their own campaigns, who were all associated with Hector. The goal of the player is to make decisions that will determine if these people manage to get away with their crimes, get arrested by the law, or die trying to win their freedom.

The four playable characters are:

1) Harry Sanders: A corrupt DEA agent who spent years tampering with the investigation on Hector Delgado. He is portrayed by Iain de Caestecker (Leo Fitz - Agents of SHIELD).

2) Maria Delgado: Hector’s only daughter. She is portrayed by Odette Annable (Samantha Arias - Supergirl).

3) Miguel “Miggy” Sandoval: Ex-U.S. Army soldier who served as a hitman for Hector Delgado. He is portrayed by Manny Montana (Manny - Mayans MC).

4) Wendy Baines: A high-level stockbroker who handled Hector’s finances. She is portrayed by Ashley Tisdale (Sharpay Evans - High School Musical / also, see her video game work in House of Ashes).

Examples of how the storyline can branch out:

* Harry can frame one of his coworkers, allowing him to continue his position in the DEA. But if the player doesn’t cover all their tracks, then Harry’s plan fails and he is arrested.

* Maria is arrested and can agree to become a snitch, resulting in the attempted arrests of all the other protagonists. Or, if she remains loyal to her father, she manages to buy some time for the other protagonists to escape.

* In the climax, Miguel can choose to either flee the cops or stand his ground. Standing his ground will lead to his death, regardless of how well the player performs. The only thing that will be affected by standing your ground is helping other characters to escape (your actions still affect the non-playable cast). Fleeing the cops can result in either Miguel’s arrest, death, or freedom.

* Wendy can choose to change her identity or flee the country. Changing her identity will only work if she does all the necessary steps to do so. If she misses even one step, she’s arrested or killed if she attempts to flee. Fleeing the country will depend on the player choosing the right country to flee to. Choose the wrong country and Wendy can be extradited or killed by a rival gang that’s happy about Hector’s downfall.

#quantic dream #heavy rain #beyond two souls #detroit become human #video game #video games #iain de caestecker #odette annable #manny montana #ashley tisdale #crime movies #crime film

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Fic Rec Celebration!

In honor of @dreamlandcreations‘ 300 follow celebration, I’m giving a shout-out to ten of my fave fics from other authors, as well as showing a love to a few faves from my own masterlist!

Fic recs are under the cut! xo

10 Recs From Other Authors:

Butterflies in Leather by @withmyteeth [Mayans MC x Reader] (I cried as I read it when she was publishing it, and I’m crying as I reread it now. The beauty and emotions in this story are unmatched.)

You Owe Me by @garbinge [Frank Castle x OC] (When I tell you I think about Frank and Ty on the daily it’s not an exaggeration)

Come What May by @lovebarefootblonde [Jax Teller x OC] (All the warm fuzzies and nostalgic high school feelings I get from this story. Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, I’m soft)

Of Life and Death by @awildcur [Coco Cruz x OC] (Coco and Soledad give me the softest feelings in the entire world I love them so much)

The Worst Flirt by @obsessedasusual [Juice Ortiz x Reader] (Every now and then I come across a fic that feels so authentically Juan Carlos, and this is it. This one right here.)

Last Rites by @ashlingnarcos [Horacio Carrillo x Reader] (It’s sad but I have never loved being in pain so much as when I was reading this)

Taking Damage by @narcolini [Güero x Reader] (I’ve never been so supportive of questionable decisions. I was a different person when I was reading this and I loved that for me.)

I Don’t Wanna Be Unfair by @passionatewrites [Jax Teller x OC] (The entire universe and cast of characters in this story has had me sucked in from the first chapter and it just keeps getting better.)

Passive Aggressive Notes by @yourwonkywriter [Nestor Oceteva x Reader] (Y’all don’t understand the crucial role this fic played in me falling in love with Nestor. Tbh all of her Nestor fics did that. But this one??? THIS ONE??? Peak Nestor experience.)

The Cage by @joannasteez [EZ Reyes x OC] (When I grow up I want to write descriptions as good as Jo’s. Also this story left me a whole mess.)

There are so many works from these writers, and also other writers in all these fandoms, but I think this is a decent little range of shout-outs. Love all these so much 💛

10 Recs From My Masterlist:

Good Things [EZ Reyes x Reader] When I set out to write this oneshot, I had something else in mind entirely but I’m obsessed with how it turned out. Sad Boy / Yearning hours for Ezekiel.

Self-Defense [EZ Reyes x Reader] You can pry this angst and meltdown out of my cold dead hands.

Fresh Ink [Juice Ortiz x Reader] Juice deserves to be in super sappy love and no one will ever be able to convince me otherwise.

State of Grace [David Hale x OC] A cop falling in love with the outlaw’s baby sister?? What could possibly go wrong?? (Spoiler alert: a lot)

If It’s Alright [Horacio Carrillo x Reader] Carrillo was made for the exes with feelings trope. Simply made for it.

Stick Around [Jax Teller x OC] These boys deserved a sister and I’m going to keep making them.

Like Father, Like Son [Creeper Vargas x Reader] The start of my Creeper Wolfpack AU. Love this family so friggin much.

Something For You [Nestor Oceteva x Reader] I have never written Nestor softer than this. The feelings I experienced writing this were just. So fuzzy.

Before You Go [Nestor Oceteva x Reader] This was just a short little something but I really liked the moment it captured. The man just deserves some love, that’s all.

Best Ex Ever [Coco Cruz x Reader] Just some chaos for the one and only Johnny Coco Cruz. I adore that man.

I tried to go through and pick some fics that I don’t usually take the time to shout-out. Some of my stuff that’s either older or went a little under the radar. 🖤

#fic recs #fic rec #sons of anarchy #mayans mc #narcos

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texaschainsawmascara · 11 months

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they keep casting teen wolf actors in mayans mc when will i see dylan o'brien as a sons of anarchy member

#stiles as a prospect

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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I posted 6,981 times in 2022

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Rest Your Weary Hands Part 7

Here comes the comfort.

Part 6

Contains: Bruises and a beating not graphic, unwanted arranged marriage, violence, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, the bad guys get what's coming to them.

1,950 words

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

The bird followed him around everywhere, anytime he tried to leave Kattegat it would attack him until he turned around and went back. Aslaug had told him to wait four days, that the gods had shown her a vision that if he went before then, something terrible would happen. So he did, he spent his time pacing and sharpening his weapons.

He was woken on the fourth day to squawking in Ubbe's room, the bird had left his side and turned to his Brother. Ivar got dressed as fast as he could, he didn't even bother putting on his braces, choosing to crawl to save on time.

When he opened the door the scene that greeted him was comical, this birds was hovering over Ubbe while he dressed, if he took too long the bird would swoop down and peck him.

"I'm coming, I can only dress so fast with you at me!" By the time Ubbe was done, it looked like he had lost of battle, his hair was a mess and half his clothes were inside out or backwards.

"I'm coming with you, I have to speak to y/n before you bring her back to Kattegat." The bird let out a terrible shriek and flew at his face. He ducked out of the way before it hit him.

"I think you should stay, that is if you want to keep your eyes."

Bjorn was waiting by the door when Ubbe walked in. He was dressed to leave but he and his Mother were meant to be staying in Kattegat for the next week. He looked like he hadn't slept at all.

Nightmares

"I think Father is trying to tell us something."

They rode as hard as they could, the Berserker who was Aslaug's personal guard had asked to come as well. He had grown very fond of you. You had noticed how much time he spent by the horses when he wasn't working and when no one was around, you had taken to calling him 'Leif the Gentle' rather than 'Leif the brutish'.

There were armed men outside when they rode up. It was clear they weren't happy that anyone was here, let alone the Sons of Ragnar.

"You should leave, she's busy." Ubbe was too mad to react at first so Bjorn cut in.

"You will let us through or you will be in the mines by the end of the week." He put his hand on his sword for emphasis.

When they walked in you had your backs to them, and you were hunched up like you were hurt.

"Please go, you can't be here." You sounded ill.

"Turn around Dove, we're here to take you back to Kattegat." You did so very slowly, your eyes cast down the whole time.

You were covered in bruises and there were scrapes on your cheek, you were breathing like your ribs were broken and you were pale and washed out.

"What in the Hel happened to you?!" you flinched at the Ubbe's raised voice but gave no other indication that you heard him.

"It doesn't matter, I will be fine. You should go, unless someone is dying there's no need for you to be here." you wiped a tear from your face.

"I'm sad to say this will be the last time we see each other. I am to be wed next Sunday." You held up your hand to show a ring on your finger, it was gaudy and hideous. The only Jewellery you wore was the Eir necklace that hung around your neck, and even then, it was tucked into your top most of the time.

"To whom?!" Ubbe was shocked, you had expressed before that you had no desire to marry.

"Earl Knut's Son Brant." The men were looking back and forth from you to each other.

"The morning I got home, my Father informed me that somehow his debt had been paid in full. I have outlived my usefulness and now he is getting rid of me. It turns out that at least to Brant, I am worth quite a lot of money." You paused to take a sip of something from a mug.

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Rest Your Weary Hands Part 4

I made Aslaug and Lagertha friends because everyone lives and no one dies and women being good to other women makes me happy. However, Ragnar is dead because I need it that way for the plot, he will still show up and that's all I'm saying.

Part 3

Requests are open

Warnings: Paying gambling debts through labour, stitching up wounds, Ubbe turns into a big brother bear. Brief mentions of child and talks of spousal abuse.

2,659 words

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"Prince Ubbe, what brings you here today?" You were surprised to see the Prince today, Aslaug had been in the day before to collect more tea for Ivar, so unless something was very wrong with his younger Brother, he didn't really have a reason to be here.

He lifted up his shirt to show you a bruise that spread across his body's left side.

"I fell off my horse." he grimaced as he walked closer to the counter.

"Oh my, come in the back and I'll get you taken care of."

It wasn't terrible, he didn't have any broken bones but you could feel the lumpy bruises under his skin.

"How's Ivar doing?" you were dipping bandages in some strong smelling fluid while Ubbe looked around your back room. It wasn't much, just a small bed and some shelves that were filled with various things, including lots of scrolls; there were also some surgical tools were soaking in a basin in the far corner of the room.

"Well, he has been complaining of more pain but he seems better in himself." he flinched as you wrapped the soaked bandages around his body then relaxed as he felt the coolness settle into his aching ribs.

"I'll see if I can come up with something else to help him, it almost always harder to treat something when it's been with them since birth." To be honest, you were very surprised with how well Ivar was taking it all, you were starting to wonder if he and his Mother knew something you didn't.

"These won't take long to heal. Nothing more than a light trot on your horse until they're entirely gone, I can't promise your ribs will hold out for another fall. I don't care how long it takes you to get back home." You realised you should have said please and been more respectful but part of you felt that Ubbe would appreciate being treated like a normal person.

"Of course Dove, something tells me that disobeying you would be worse than falling off the horse again."

You gave him a very stern look, yes it would be.

"I'll give you some tea to take for the next few days for the swelling, drink it with food or it will give you a stomach ache, and come back when they're gone so I can make sure I didn't miss anything deeper."

He already seemed a little better, although he looked a bit funny with his shirt bludging in some areas.

"As for Ivar, you can try this, but I think it will make him feel too strange. I usually leave it for when I need to treat a severe injury and can't have the person moving around."

You showed Ubbe the small compressed cake, it was about the size of a medium mushroom cap and mottled brown.

"Only give him this amount, and put it in some hot water. It will be very bitter so he can have a spoonful of honey afterwards."

You showed Ubbe a small broken hunk, and put it up against your finger so he could understand the rough size.

"Thank you, Dove. Mother asked me to tell you she will be here on Sunday to come and collect you to spend more time with Ivar, she's very happy with how much he improved when you were there."

You were coming to the conclusion that Aslaug had a plan you were unaware of, Ivar shouldn't need you back for at least another week.

"Of course Prince Ubbe, I'll be ready when she arrives that morning."

You suppose you were grateful you were so good at your job. Your Father's gambling debts were always bad, more so when your Mother died, but the small amount of profit you made kept the debt collectors happy until the end of the week.

The owners of the gambling houses in the area realised that he was a problem and was always going to be behind, but they also realised that he wasn't getting his money by working.

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219 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

Rest Your Weary Hands Part 1

Prologue

Requests are open

Warnings: The reader is an overworked health professional, mentions of a bad diet, brief mentions of gambling, proper health care (screw the capitalist health care system), time period typical treatment of women and girls.

1,467 Words

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"Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop"

You could hear the sound of horses close by, more than a couple. You hoped it wasn't the local stable owner, he had enough money that he could just buy medicine with he felt sick rather than do what you told him.

Maybe if you ate a carrot every now and then rather than all that meat, you wouldn't have a constant stomach ache.

You could see them through the window now, that was not the local stable owner.

You rushed to the door to open it before they got here. It was Lady Asluag, her son Ubbe and some of her men.

You went out of your way to act like they were anyone else, while inside, it felt like you had swallowed a nettle bush.

"Welcome My Queen, Price Ubbe. What brings you to my store today?"

They walked in and looked around. The space wasn't tiny, but it wasn't large either, there was a wood bench with ingredients dotted along it, behind which was a small kitchenette, a small table and two chairs, plants in pots hung from the ceiling and were scattered around the room and the room was filled with light due to the many windows.

"I'm sure you've heard of my youngest Son?" she was looking at you like you were a stone in the road and she was figuring out how to get past you.

"Only that he suffers with terrible pain, is that why you're here?" she nodded, more interested in the flowering plant in the conner than you.

"Yes, I spoke to Ulf this morning and he says you work miracles" you were already reaching behind you to get something off the shelf.

"Oh no, only Christians believe in miracles. I simply use what the Gods give us from the land" She looked at you right in the eyes and smiled.

So that was a test

She took a good look at you, focusing on the tie in your hair, it was the same one from her dream.

"No charge this time around, rub it on Ivar's legs twice a day when he, gets up and when he goes to bed, a small handful each time, if it starts to smell or turn a strange colour, throw it out and come and get more, it should stay fresh for 2 months but keep the jar away from the fire."

Ubbe spoke for the first time.

"No charge? he seemed confused.

"Yes, no charge. You have no idea if it works and I will not swindle anyone. If you wish to pay for it, do it when you come to get more" The Queen looked slightly perturbed at that.

"Right then, thank you miss, I'm sure we'll be back soon" she was turning on her heels and leaving your store the moment she stopped speaking, Ubbe stayed a breath longer.

"Do you have a name, Dove?" You wanted to glare and him but you knew better.

"Y/n, My Prince" and with that, he was gone.

"Tora tells me the Queen was here today" your Father's tone was accusatory as usual.

"Yes Father, she was. She just wanted something for her Son. And no, I don't have any more coins, you will have to wait till the end of the week to visit the gambling house again."

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Rest Your Weary Hands Masterlist

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Contains: Discussion of chronic pain and genetic illness, war and combat, period typical misogyny and treatment of women and girls, a lot of smut, disability and ableism, gambling addition, graphic depictions of violence and death, human sacrifice. I will do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please let me know if I miss anything.

You should expect that each chapter could have a bit of everything, if it's tagged it just means it's more than one sentence. More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is.

Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical 💉Triggering material🚩

Some of the chapters and snippets will be put to music, not listening to the music won't affect the story. Updates will vary, some days I might do two and other times I'll go a week without posting anything, there will be a time where I will open requests for snippets so you as the reader can have a piece of the universe I've cobbled together.

What's a snippet?

A snippet is an optional one-shot that adds context to the story and expands on some small themes that will appear throughout the story, not reading them won't affect the story but it will take away some of the more fluffy and/or mundane 'day in the life' elements.

Prologue

Part 1 💉

Part 2 💉

Part 3 😨❤💉

Part 4 😨

Part 5 😨❤

Part 6 😨

Part 7 ❤ 🔪 😨🚩

Part 8 💦❤

Part 9 ❤ 🔪 💦

Part 10 😨❤

Part 11 ❤ 🔪 💉😨

Part 12 💦❤

Snippet 1 - Fierce Protector ❤💉🔪

Part 13 💦❤

Part 14 ❤❤❤❤❤

Part 15 💦💦❤❤💦

Part 16 💦❤❤

Snippet 2 - Little Sister ❤❤❤❤❤

Part 17 💉 🔪 🔪 🔪 🤢 ❤ (only a little)

Part 18 ❤❤💦

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My #1 post of 2022

The Reaper and the Death Angel Masterlist.

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Contains: The slowest burn, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence and graphic depictions of violence, so much fucking smut (in later chapters of course), mentions of child abuse, graphic descriptions of bullying, forensic science. OC is a chronic pain/migraine sufferer, there will be themes of this throughout the story. There will be more and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

You should expect that each chapter could have a bit of everything, if it's tagged it just means it's more than one sentence. More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is.

Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

What's a snippet?

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You've spent most of your adult life in and out of war zones, and you've worked with the US military to identify terrorists and dead GIs. Sick of all the death and pain you chose to leave fieldwork and go back to historical research. When your little Brother leaves the Marines and settles in a small town, you decide to follow him. Will you find a home in your small, underfunded Musume job and your Brother's found family? Or will life with the Club just be another war zone?

Pre Season 1

Prologue

Part 1 ❤😨💉🔪

Part 2 ❤

Part 3 😨💉

Part 4

Part 5 ❤😨

Part 6 ❤😨🚩

Part 7 ❤

Part 8 ❤

Part 9 💉

Snippet 1 - The Lab💉