#viking au

[ghouljams]

Wait holy shit! Is there a Viking König?!?!?!?! Big Viking man?!?$?!?! With mean little feral darling?!?!?!?! Like darling raised in the wild just picked up by the scruff of their neck by Viking! König and taken aboard his ship after a raid or a supplies venture?!?!?!?!?!? Like “ this small human bit my ankle and I love them now. I shall give them food and warmth In return for companionship!” “Uh König, I’m pretty sure that they might have a disease…” “nonsense they are so cute!”

I was going to say no viking König but you have appealed to my love of insane darlings and equally insane Königs. So I will give him to you.

König who is an absolute terror of a viking, but has always been a little... off. He's just unsettling, cursed by his Jotun blood to never quite fit in with humans. That's what his crew claims at least. They've seen him, when the moon is dark, he becomes something that runs through the woods and kills for fun. Of course he can't disprove this, his mother is human but his father is long dead and, well, you never can tell these things. Maybe he is a frost giant like they say. It doesn't quite matter except that he tastes like the winter snow when you sink your teeth into him.

He growls and kicks you to throw you off of his leg. You land hard and scramble to your feet, keep your body low like an animal as you growl back. He spits something in a language you don't know, so you spit back. You don't like the way his eyes spark, the way he tugs the mask from his face, looking so much more human. You don't buy it, frost giants are known for their tricks. He holds out his hand entreatingly, coos something foreign. You hiss, glare, force yourself back into the thicket. He doesn't like that.

He lunges for you, wrestles your arms behind your back as you attempt to grapple him. You bite his arm hard, taste the iron in his blood, and he takes a shaking breath before pushing his weight onto you. You're forced to your knees, though you struggle to free your arms, wrenching one of them from the socket when he pulls a little too hard. You yelp and still, movement shooting fresh pain through you. He murmurs in your ear, foreign words meant to patronize you. They certainly feel patronizing. Likely the jotun is bragging about how weak you are and how you never could have stood a chance against him. Bastard. You still have his blood on your tongue so you spit one of the curses your sister taught you and let it soak into the dirt.

König hauls your squirmy body up over his shoulder. Can't have his new catch walking around. Feisty little thing, hell of a bite on you. You'd make a decent warrior if you had any thought in your head but blind panic. He drops you in front of the ship's healer to have your arm looked at and you attempt to bite them too. They gag you. Probably for the best with the way you shout having your arm treated. The healer gives König a once over.

"That all from this one?" They ask, motioning to the various bleeding bites on him. He nods, his eyes sparkling excitedly. That never bodes well.

"Ja, courting gifts. Cute little thing, aren't they?" He points at you, tied up and muzzled. The healer gives him a concerned look, and shakes their head. People would really like König a lot more if he didn't do things like this.

#cod x reader #x reader #könig x reader #könig #könig fanfiction #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #konig x reader #viking!König #viking au

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

The jarl awaits, basking in the glow of a full, highland moon. What will you offer her, should you accept her invitation?

Keep an eye out for Shield Me Chapter 7 in the next few days. For now, have Jarl Dimitrescu lounging in the moonlight chin up titties out.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #re8 village #re8 #resident evil 8 #reader insert #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #archive of our own #shield me #capcom #viking au #resident viking au #historical au #chapter 7 #procreate #digital aritst

[forestshadow-wolf]

So Viking!Soap... with blue war paints streaking across his left eye, leather and fur war kilt (because he's 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿), and battle axe

You guys see my vision right? I mean Viking!Simon Riley certainly does.

Viking!Ghost... with a sheep skull war-mask, he wears thick, dark furs under his pauldrons and leather gauntlets, ulfberht sword he made himself at his side at all times

You- you guys see my vision right?

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #viking #viking au #viking!Soap #viking!Ghost #el rambles

[doumadono]

Hey. Can you whip up a bit of smut with Viking Katsuki with dry humping? 😏

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU

Bakugo had been away for a considerable duration. He, along with other warriors under earl Toshinori, embarked on another raid against a northern clan. Upon their triumphant return, Katsuki finally found a moment to spend with you.

Upon Katsuki's return, he swiftly discarded the thick fur from his shoulders and settled into a wooden chair by the fireplace to thaw.

You approached, offering him a cup of mead. "I'm thrilled you're back home."

Katsuki casually pulled you to perch on his knee — an ordinary occurrence between the two of you, a preference he delighted in.

As you settled on Katsuki's right knee while he sipped his mead, you immediately sensed the friction against your yearning core from his thick, woolen-covered thigh.

Unaware of the pleasure he unintentionally induced, Bakugo absentmindedly bounced his knee, while you subtly shifted to find the perfect position. Your attempts to align your clit with his thigh went unnoticed until your hips started rocking — initially gentle, then gradually intensifying.

Bakugo, facing away from you and watching people outside the window, remained unaware until he paused, observing your actions.

You got lost in the moment, emitting breathy moans until his rough hands anchored on your waist, bringing you back to reality. "Oi! Don't stop, little raven," he encouraged. His hands guided you, amplifying the rhythm as you ground against his thigh. With a gentle nudge, he instructed you to turn around.

Shy yet compliant, you removed your panties and picked the hems of your long dress, cheeks flushed and eyes avoiding his gaze. Returning to his knee, his calloused hands secured your hips, guiding you back into the intense grind.

"Look at you," he murmured in a darkened tone. "So eager to get off, tsch!"

You met his gaze, biting your lip.

He was visibly aroused, straining against his trousers. As you gained confidence, your hands on his broad chest, you rocked harder and faster, moans escalating, and you didn't care who could hear you.

Bakugo savored every detail — your hair, the grip of your hands, your pleasured moans, the pearls of sweat formed on your temples.

As your rocking grew wild, Katsuki lost control. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, matching your fervor, guiding you back and forth. "Cum for me, little raven," he urged, relishing your tremors on his thigh.

You screamed his name and rested your forhead against the crook of his neck.

Post-orgasm, he held you close, reveling in the aftermath. "So hot," he admitted, adjusting your position to straddle him. He encouraged you to rub against his dick, creating a visible bulge within his trousers. Observing a wet stain on his pants, he teased your lack of control. "Oi, little raven, you couldn't contain yourself from cumming already, huh? Quite the naughty one, aren't you?"

#viking bakugo #viking!Bakugo #mha viking au #viking au #bakugou smut #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha x fem!reader #bakugou x fem!reader #mha x you #bnha x you #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #anime smut #bakugou x you #bakugo katsuki

[amadenchart]

[Viking AU] A New Home

Sigmund and Signý (Vygo and Indrys' names in this AU, based on the characters from the Völsunga Saga) finally found a good place to settle and make their nest!

[OC: Sigmund and Signý)

More on my SubscribeStar.

#Illustration #Viking AU #Sigmund #Signý #Neglected tumblr for a bit #but here I am!

[omniluci-estumbra]

“Hjartao mitt…it means my heart” 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥

Viking AU

I want to start doing more fanart for ongoing WIPs I love and White Wolf by DarkCloud190 has completely given me brainrot about loving, ax wielding, shifter Viking Draco soooo here we are lolol

ff: White Wolf by DarkCloud190 on AO3

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #dramione fanart #draco x hermione #draco malfoy fanart #Viking Draco #viking au #procreate #omniluci

[callofdudes]

I made more because... Because! @aidenlydia again, this is their au but I'm eating it like fish sticks on a plate of mac 'n cheese. Getting this scene out of my head because I love them and I have nothing else to do waiting for dinner.

More Viking SoapGhost.

Ghost watched, his eyes unmoving as John wrote with his charcoal wood pen on some old pages. Geez it must have been four pages with three drawings and eight life updates.

Finally John signed the bottom of the pages and rolled them up with a string.

"You done??" Ghost asked flatly when He finished.

"Yes, now I need these delivered back to Roach."

"You say that like I'm going to do it."

John looks at him, nodding. "You are."

Ghost sighs and groans. "I'm not your dumb messenger bird." He grumbles, shifting closer and standing. John pulls his cloak tighter and chuckles softly. "Actually, you are."

He holds out the folded papers to a pouty Simon. "Go on, shouldn't be long now if you get to it." John encouraged.

"Fine, but I'm bringing back a tab worth my while for it." He grumbled, looking up at the big man.

"Mhm, and I'll happily pay."

Ghost shifted, black wings flapping in the air, snatching the papers between his talons. He squawked at John, who could only smile softly, barely noticable.

And watched him head off. Simon didn't actually mind doing errands for John. If anything the combined stretching of his wings and the inevitable praise he was going to get for completing the assignment would be worth it.

Oh yes indeed.

John kept the fire lit, watching the open snowy land as Ghost's small form had left his sight. He poked the fire, watching the embers flock to the wind of the cave mouth, then over at Ghosts bedroll.

He sighed softly, placing his hand on it, noticing a stray feather stuck to the inside. He chuckled softly, picking it up and twirling it around.

"Be safe, Ghost."

Ghost did as he promised, he made the incredible eight hour journey in the shitty weather back to their small village. Fucking between houses to the main hall.

Stopping at the doors, his feet hit the ground, heading up the stairs and pushing the knocker open.

The large door swing, creaking when he entered. A head poked up, followed by a little smile. "Well well well, hunting season is barely started and you're already back."

Simon rolled his eyes softly, coming over and dropping the roll of papers. "From MacTavish."

"What is it??" Roach asked, undoing the twine.

"Hell if I know, I may be a crow but I do not snoop."

Roach gave him a look, and Simon sighed. "Ok not this time. But I was damn curious."

Roach chuckled softly. "Alright, I'll look these over, you go get some rest. Probably had a long trip."

"Well I got permission to run up a tab so I'm gonna go get my arse drunker than a bat in honey." He flipped the end of his cloth mask back over his shoulder to keep it secure. Heading back to the door and out to go get absolutely hammered.

And you don't want to see a shifter drunk, it's not always pretty. But Ghost has been starting to learn that eighteen drinks is when John has to cradle the poor crow with his talons straight out and wings a mess as he takes him home.

And of course, by the time Ghost had slept off the drunken night Roach had something new written up for him. Returning to the hall and taking the papers.

"Will you be alright to fly?? You look a little..."

"Mmm I'll be fine!" Ghost mumbled, heading from the hall and taking off again. Damn messenger bird. John better congratulate him at least or he's never running him these stupid errands ever again.

It was late when he returned, but he saw the familiar smoke and a crackling fire. Flapping his wings and stretching out his talons when he saw a dark figure among the casting, wobbling shadows.

He latched onto John's arm guard, crooning his neck and fluffing his feathers before tucking them in.

John noticed the letters and gently took them, noticing the scratchy pen writing of Roach.

"Thank you Ghost, you've done very well."

Simon melted, making a little noise and hopping up his arm, craning his head to peck at John's beard.

"Yes, good work." John put the papers down to run his large, calloused thumb over Simon's small head, gently smoothing the feathers down.

Oooh yeah, this is so worth it.

He fluffs his feathers, nipping at his hand when he attempted to pull away. "Alright then, if you insist... Get comfy."

Simon cawed at him. He wouldn't be getting comfortable. Hopping onto the ground and shifting, noticing his bedroll slightly closer.

"You miss me or something?"

"Only warming the place where my cold heart will go after I see that tab." He mumbles as he turns his attention mostly onto the letters.

Simon smiles a tad, laying down and getting comfy. He looks around, then at the fire, watching the flames dance. His head slowly coming down, resting against John's thigh.

It was hesitant, but then again peaceful. The silence only filled by the crackling fire. Simon's head feeling a mess from the last of the alcohol and the flight until Johns hand gently touched his head.

He didn't react, keeping himself stiff as Johns thumb absentmindedly stroked his hair. Eyes still glued on the letters, reading them through.

Simon relented to relaxing, curling up and pulling John's cloak over him slightly. His eyelids felt heavy, and the soothing warmth of John's hand slowly had him coming undone.

Letting himself fall asleep there, letting out soft breaths.

John's gaze finally flickered over to his partner, humming softly. "Good work, Simon. Can always count on you."

He put the papers aside and leaned back, watching the entrance of their camp as Simon slept. He would keep watch, he'd gotten enough of his own rest for now.

It's shorter but hell that first photo had me in a coma. Yes, I am insane, yes, I will make more, respectfully if I'm allowed to keep gobbling up these meals...

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #ghostsoap #09 soapghost #soapghost #viking john mactavish #viking au #crow shifter simon riley

[missallanious]

Kakyoin is (understandably) tense, facing the man he was sent to kill who ended up saving his life instead, unsure of what the (large) man thinks of him

Jotaro is actually just trying to figure out if the redhead’s eyes are purple or grey

#eventually Kakyoin and Oku compare notes #and they’re comncerned that their respective jojos apparently have a thing for people who try to kill them #this isn’t the case but two outta two is still weird #jojos bizarre adventure #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin #kakyoin lives #jotaro kujo #jotaro #aged up characters #jjba part 3 #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders #stardust Vikings #viking au #viking #jotaro x kakyoin #jotakak

[manticore-fangs]

thinking of viking au of ghoap x reader.

you were living out in the wilderness with your finest steed. a purebred friesian horse, sleek black coat and wavy long hair. you had a lantern and ripped rags across your privates areas, clothes ripped from the adventures you withstood and suffered through. only to be caught by men in shiny iron armour. speaking a language you couldn’t understand, it was.. scottish? but you didn’t know as you were shoved down and had a bag over your head.

you later awoke, you were in a bed with comfy sheets and silky blankets. soft furry texture payed across you and the blanket, you were groggy and all you wanted to do was sleep. but you seen two rugged men, they looked at you and the spoke. “ya’ awake lass?” one of them spoke and you nodded. you rubbed your eyes and seen a man with brown hair, shaped into a mohawk while one had a mask. it was made of what looked like a human skull.. but you didn’t ask.

“where am i? wh- your men took me! where’s my horse!!” your worried and the mohawk man shushes you. “yer’ in ma’ village. ya’ crossed our boundary. your horse is okay, she’s at the stable eatin’ apples.” you sighed at the last sentence but you didn’t understand. “i was no threat to you or your men, why did your men do this? i need to get going!” and he grabs your shoulders and pushed you down, shaking his head. “what do ya’ mean by ‘get going’?” he questions and your confused.

you tell them how your father kicked you out because you rejected being married and you didn’t want to get married as your still young and reckless and because if that.. he kicked you out and your mother is looking for you, trying to get you back and you don’t wanna go back. not at all. he nods at everything your saying, with small hums.

“ya’ can stay here. but we hav’ rules.” you look at him, and look down speaking up. “really? i mean, i’m good at horses. i know all the tricks in the books. i’ll do anything for a home.” and he laughs. “ya’ donnae need tae do that lass. one thing.. be my wife?” and you looked at him like he’s crazy. did you not hear what you just said!? you can’t get married.. but..

you start to look at him and your starting to feel a bit more attracted to the man.. maybe you can give this man a chance.

-

may write something about this when i have the time! :)

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #ghoap x reader #ghoap x you #cod soap #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap call of duty #viking au #cod viking au

[bismuthfool]

what if. what if viking au

#lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #monkey king #art #humanization #humanized version #hum!sun wukong #i love humanization so much... #viking au

[ghouljams]

Friend.

Viking!Ghost with a huge wolf-dog.

Or, even better : shepherd!reader with a huge wolf-dog, or two ; big, ferocious babies who absolutely love the guy, smothering him in kisses and floof every time he visits his darling. Huge balls of fluff who are absolutely delighted when he picks both of them up as if they were still puppies. Reader falling a little bit more in love with him every time she catches him interact with them, gently talking to them as their tails wag and wag and wag. And Ghost who has to suck in a breath when he finds her asleep in the barn after she spent the night helping one of her sheep give birth, the two dogs acting as really big and warm blankets, along with all the other sheep ; just a huge pile of snuggles that won’t let any kind of cold wind through. Just utter cuteness, and the huge, powerful viking is smitten.

My period has been acting up since yesterday, and last night was a nightmare. I’m a little bit better, but I can’t eat otherwise it’s gonna start all over again. I am not hurt, I AM the hurt. I really wish I had a big doggo or one of my cats to snuggle with, or a partner to help with the panic attacks this shoot always comes with (or all of those, I need warmth and cuddles and love).

I wanna write, by I can’t, because brain not braining properly. So I’m imagining fluffy scenarios while listening to the rain outside.

The birds are singing in harmony with the rain. It’s a cozy melody.

Lots of love, Friend.

Mii, out (like a light, soon, probably).

You're getting used to the visits. The giant of a viking that hovers just at the edge of your fence, watching like he's got something to say only to turn away when you ask him to say it. The dogs like him, galloping over to the man every time his shadow crosses your fence. They wiggle and jump like puppies, pushing their big paws against his chest and stretching long with their heads back, the only man that hasn't been bowled over by them yet. You can't blame them for their affections.

Your guest scoops up one of them and cradles the overgrown mutt against his chest. Your dog, for all its ferocity, licks at his mask like the tamest pup in a litter. You get your flock settled before making your way over. It's a fair assumption the viking won't walk away with your dog, so you're guessing he's worked up the nerve for a conversation. You manage to get all the way to the fence, though he takes a step back when you lean against it. You switch your attention to the dog still on the ground and scratch under her chin. Her big eyes stare sadly up at you, as if you could pick her up like the viking.

"Ghost," he says, and you're struck by how rich his voice is, deep and smokey as a dwarves cavern, "you can call me Ghost," he explains, apparently having realized his attempted start at a conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

"There another viking hidin' his face like you?" You ask him, the introduction is lovely (if a little awkward) but everyone in the village knows Ghost. Or, they know of him. Nobody really knows him. You figure that's what the mask is for.

"Suppose not," he replies, and there's a touch of humor in his voice you hadn't expected. It makes you think he's smiling. Somehow that makes your cheeks feel hot. Strange.

"What do you need Ghost?" You ask, leaning against the fence. He leans to put your dog down, and the other one goes to nose his hand. He scratches her head lightly before straightening up.

"Just came to pet the dogs," he tells you. You smile. "No show this time?" He asks.

"No wolves," you nod towards the pasture, your flock safe and sound as they graze. Your eyes land on the wolf fang sewn to his leather. It's familiar enough to make your heart squeeze. You wish he'd come for you.

-

You're not out in the pasture, or answering the door when he knocks. It's early but Ghost didn't think you'd be that sound a sleeper. Fucking hell it's early, he shouldn't even be here but he wanted to see you before he left and- and he couldn't stop himself. He was delaying leave for his own selfish desired, but he couldn't stop himself from coming out to your little pasture. He had no excuse for it, nothing he could tell you, but he didn't want to talk to you he wanted to see you.

These are two different things.

He wanders around the fence you've put up, sturdy, well maintained. He wonders if you fix it up yourself or ask someone else to do it. You could ask him, he'd fix it for you. He'd fix anything for you. As long as it was you asking, he could do anything.

He stops outside a little covered barn, the hay leading into it is fresh, the doors slightly ajar. It's a good bet if he's ever seen one. The hinges don't stick when he inches the door open to look inside.

One of your dogs lifts its head from your lap, and stares at him, it's fluffy tail wagging softly against the hay. You're asleep, of course you're asleep. Sprawled over the hay, your dogs cuddled around you, the rest of the sheep settled to huddle close to their shepherd as well. You're surrounded by thick wool and wirey dogs, hardly bothered by the animals and straw as you sleep through the wee hours of the morning. You don't even look cold.

Ghost unhooks his cloak, the black leather and wolf's fur feeling ominous in such a pastoral scene, and drapes it over you like a blanket. Your dogs sniff it inquisitively, nosing it until he pushes their heads away with gentle pats. He tucks the fur against your neck and strokes his knuckles against your cheek. You're so beautiful, soft and vulnerable even under your fangs. He would have taken you to bed last night if you'd let him. Stayed up to watch the ewe and her new lamb while you curled up under the pelt blankets to sleep. How safe must you feel? How safe would he feel?

His thumb strokes against the fur and he stands. You'll still be here when he gets back, maybe not in the barn but here. In the village, in your pasture, right where he knows he can find you.

And hopefully, you'll be wearing his cloak when he does.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x oc #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley cod #simon riley #ghost cod #viking!ghost #viking au #oc: goose #shepherd!goose #Mii I'm in love with your brain #its so big and wonderful and you give me such good morsels to chew on #also “the birds are singing in harmony with the rain. its a cozy melody.” #is such a good line i mean im going to think about it forever #thank you for sharing your thoughts with me

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Jarl Dimitrescu Resident Viking AU. Coming soon…

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina x reader #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #viking au #reader insert #alternate universe #digital art #procreate #historical au #smut #lots of impending smut

[mi-i-zori]

Among the Ice of Her Thoughts

CoD Viking!AU (Not Mine) - Viking!Soap x Healer!Reader

DISCLAIMER : Just a little something I wrote a while ago for @ghouljams ‘ Viking!AU. I just recently tweaked it a little. Healer!Reader is Ghoul’s character, not mine. I will write something for my own Viking!AU, but it will of course be very different from theirs. Please go check their work, it’s absolutely amazing !

WARNINGS : None.

I do not give anyone permission to re-publish and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform.

When she finally comes back from the realm of dreams, Dag’s chariot is already high in the sky, and the sun is peaking through the fabrics of her tent.

She finds tearing her limbs from their lethargic state to be no easy task. Her muscles are begging for a few more minutes of rest ; hours, even. They pull and wail along with her every move, the creaking of her joints echoing within their walls. She could indulge them - the Gods know how many times she decided to follow her needs, going back to sleep when she was supposed to start her day. But she is not tired enough to succumb to sleep anymore ; especially not when a choir of unfamiliar voices echo from the outside of the so-called « sanctuary » she was given a few hours earlier. To her, this assortment of fabrics and furs is no safe haven, especially not when she jumps so violently every time they start dancing with the wind. Still, she is in no position to complain : not only was she given permission to use this tent as hers even though it originally belongs to the one who brought her here, but the warriors roaming the campsite also respect the boundaries this shelter was made to provide, allowing her to hide from their curious eyes.

A part of her wishes she could stay under the covers and ignore her surroundings, act as if this is was nothing more than a dream. Yet she forces herself out of their warmth, the morning breeze leaving a trail of shivering kisses along her skin.

She barely has the time to put her heavy coat on that the sun suddenly sculpts a broad silhouette on the outside of the furs. It moves silently, with the confidence of a warrior, and her whole body tenses as the man stops before the entrance of her tent. He hovers for a second as she stands frozen in place, her breathing so low even she can barely feel it in her chest.

- Vænn ? You awake ?

It’s MacTavish, she realises, his deep timbre sending a wave of warmth down her spine ; a stark contrast to the violent shivers the sound of the nickname he gave her send crawling down her spine. Despite knowing that he is unable to see her, she can’t bring herself to move. Swallowing the knot tightening in her throat, she graces him with a hum, although it comes out much weaker than she originally intended.

- ‘Am about to go gather some wood. Wanna come with me ?

His tone is low, careful ; not unlike the kind one would use to coax a terrified little creature out of its shell. She can’t really decide if she likes the idea or not. In her eyes, this behaviour of his is way too human for a man like him, cursing the flame that sways in her chest at the prospect of accepting his offer. Her satchel lies against the wooden post standing in the middle of the tent, it’s empty stomach catching her gaze. It could be a good opportunity to gather some herbs for her decoctions, she thinks, and the rational part of her soul lights up at the idea of potentially being useful to her captors. MacTavish’s words from the day before echo in her mind.

Say yes next time someone asks if you’re a healer. You’ll live longer.

- Give me a minute, she finally says, the words grating against her tongue. Please.

- Gotcha. I’ll be waiting for you near the campfire.

It’s only when his shadow disappears that the tension finally lets go of her chest. One of her hands glides along her face, a sigh escaping through her fingers. The bed is neatly made before she covers herself in warm furs and sturdy leathers. She then takes a deep breath as she opens the entrance of the tent, rolling her shoulders to ease the stiffness in her muscles. The tremors seizing her body are not from the midgardian frost waiting for her outside ; but she decides to play pretend, holding her head high as she steps in the fresh morning snow. Sól greets her with a wintery kiss on her cheek, highlighting MacTavish’s figure in the distance. She marches towards him, forcing herself to ignore the curious stares of his companions.

Vænn. A catch. A prey. That is what she is in the eyes of those who see themselves as a pack of wolves, their fur covered in blood as they take whatever they want, destroying those who refuse to yield : nothing but a frail creature meant to follow their every word in order to stay alive. Soap has made his intentions of courting her clear, promising that no harm shall befall her while she lives among his peers ; but as he greets her with a smile, guiding her towards the forest with a hand on her back, she knows she cannot allow herself to be afraid. One wrong move, and she shall become nothing more than a meal to be shared in their den.

A frozen blade pierces her core as these thoughts dance in the back of her mind. The forest is peaceful, and they slowly carve their own path through its shimmering white coat. Her gaze roams her surroundings as MacTavish starts gathering a thick bundle of branches under his arm, looking for a patch of herbs to collect. Their eyes meet, causing him to send a smile in her direction before resuming his own search. The snow crunches heavily under his boots. Her attention flickers to the blade hanging from his hips, the iron of its handle glinting in the sun. She frowns as her mother’s voice echoes through her memories.

You are not safe, she says, and she can almost see her spectre glare at the warrior’s silhouette walking ahead of her.

You are not safe.

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty x reader #fem!reader #cod au #cod mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #viking au #viking!soap #soap x f!reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mw3 #Ghoul ​I love this AU so much #thank you for sharing your brain with us

[doumadono]

Hiya! This page was created due to the increasing inquiries about my Viking!Dabi AU. Firstly, I'm genuinely surprised and grateful for the overwhelmingly positive feedback on Kvitravn story. Many of you have expressed interest in one-shots within this particular AU, and in response, I've decided to dedicate an entire page to Viking-themed fics & one-shots. I hope you enjoy them!

If you'd like to request a one-shot or headcanons within the MHA Viking AU, please feel free to drop your ask in my askbox ⚔️

The playlist for the AU is available at this link

This page exclusively features stories crafted for the MHA Viking AU

KVITRAVN (viking!Dabi) - act I • act II • act III • act IV • act V • act VI • act VII

How to wield an axe - Dabi x male Reader A well-placed shield - Dabi x shieldmaiden!Reader Earl's favourite - earl!Hawks x thrall!Reader The naughty one - Bakugo x fem!Reader - NSFW

viking!Shoto & viking!Dabi - general headcanons viking!Shoto & viking!Dabi - general headcanons - NSFW

ART CORNER

viking Dabi fighting viking Shoto viking Dabi & viking Shoto viking Shoto viking Dabi viking Dabi 2 viking Dabi, viking Shoto & earl Endeavor

MAIN MASTERLIST | MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST | MY HERO ACADEMIA EMERGENCY REQS

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[amadenchart]

[Viking AU] Building A Home

Building a home. <3 A hard work, but a satisfying one.

(And yes, the second illustration is inspired by/based on the scene from Tarzan (1999).)

[OCs: Sigmund and Signý (Vygo and Indrys in Viking AU)]

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#Viking AU #Illustration #Sigmund #Signý #Viking Vygo #Viking Indrys

[maria-and-aguilars-codex-1492]

If anyone has a fic where Viking!Ghost and Viking!Soap steal reader away in a raid or even Viking!141 taking reader in a raid, please send it my way 🙏🏼

#ghost x soap x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #ghost x reader #poly 141 #price x reader #gaz x reader #viking au #poly!141 x reader #ghoap x reader