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soraavalon · 1 year

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DM: Cold but grinning and you guys head on into Winter. Who, Hunt has the highest passive perception, right?

Hunt: Yep.

Nathaniel (OOC): Oh boy.

Hunt: 21.

DM: Right.

Tark (OOC): Ugh.

DM: So I think a few hours later you guys are starting to talk about like, 'Okay, we should start finding a place that would be worth camping.' You're kind of near some woods so you're talking about camping there, Hunt you notice two things;

Hunt: Uh-huh.

DM: One; most of you kind of start noticing, which is on the horizon, not the way you're going but off to your right, you see again the dark sky and again it's that weird winter night where everything is strangely bright as there's a big moon overhead passing through the clouds. You can see down the horizon this huge white blizzard that is stretching up into the sky and roaring and roiling far into the distance.

Hunt: Oh. How far off is this blizzard?

DM: It's a ways off, it's on the far horizon, but huge enough that you can see it towering there and all of you can notice that as you're continuing on. Marigold and Mistletoe, you would both know that this is the Endless Hunger that stalks through the lands through the lands of Winter and that you want to avoid that thing at all costs.

Marigold: Neat.

Nathaniel: Great.

Mistletoe: Is it something that moves?

DM: It does move, yes.

Mistletoe: Okay. Can I tell which direction it's moving?

DM: Go ahead and make I'll say either survival or investigation.

Marigold: Can I help?

DM: Yeah you can help.

Mistletoe: It's not gonna be investigation.

DM: You guys also have your inspiration.

Marigold: I will help Mistletoe:

DM: 'Kay and Hunt, as you are kind of being told what this is and everyone is sort of squinting off to see how far it's going; you notice that some of the snow flurries coming down are taking shapes and at first you think you're imagining it but you start noticing more and more shapes of faces and figures kind of on the edge of your periphery every once in a while.

With an 18 investigation, Mistletoe you can see it's sort of moving in the same direction as you, but it's not coming closer.

Mistletoe: Okay. "We're definitely going to want to keep an eye on that and if it seems to be moving towards us, we're gonna wanna pack up and move it."

Hunt: Mistletoe, do you know this area well?

Mistletoe: Yeah.

Hunt: Okay, does the snow normally turn into shapes and faces?

Mistletoe: I've definitely seen that before, haven't I?

DM: Mm-hmm.

Mistletoe: Do I know if it has any, are we near that lake that we went to?

DM: You are not. But I will let you roll either Intelligence or Wisdom check to see what you remember about that.

Mistletoe: I remember who they were connected to.

DM: Right.

Mistletoe: Okay. *rolls* I'm gonna use my inspiration for this one. *rerolls* Oh that's so much better, that's a 21.

DM: So you remember very clearly that these were connected to the Snow Queen and you remember when your father sent you to look for the Snow Queen it was because she has her eyes and ears everywhere.

Mistletoe: So not an unusual thing to see them swirling around here.

DM: No, it's a little disconcerting 'cause it means you're in fact being watched and listened to, but and as Hunt points it out, the rest of you can start to kind of see these shapes forming and hear these little whispers on the breeze. But Mistletoe, you know exactly who this is connected to.

Mistletoe: I'm going to cheerfully wave at them and just say, "Say hello to Her Majesty for me."

DM: They scatter immediately.

Mistletoe: And I will explain essentially what they are.

#D&D mischief #Relni campaign #Relni Recap #Relni Chapter 40 #makes me wonder if the Snow Queen saw the group's snowball fight #and if so what she thought about this bunch of mortals just having a grand ol' time XD #probably one of those things is 'damn some of these pebbles can't throw a snowball for shit'

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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 2

Moodboard 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 . 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 fayritale, 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: 2075

Additional note: In Norway, you are of age at 18.

Enjoy 🙂

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"... don't start eating until your brother joins us."

As he pushes himself down the large hallway leading to the kitchen, Ivar can hear Lagertha's assertive voice. He knows exactly who she's talking to and his suspicions are confirmed as soon as he enters the room, as a very displeased and apparently famished Hvitserk looks at him with irritation before letting out a muffled, "it's 'bout time."

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." Shrugging, Ivar wheels up to the kitchen table, the smell of pizza tickling his nostrils. He must be hungrier than he thought.

"You look like Hel." Sigurd sneers in greeting.

Ivar, without bothering to look up, just tilts his head and hisses through clenched teeth, "coming from you, dear brother, I take that as a compliment."

He can feel Lagertha's gaze upon him and when he turns his head toward her, she is staring at him, the worry obvious in her eyes.

"I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that but Sigurd isn't wrong." She crosses the room and leans over, her brow furrowed. "You look exhausted, sweetie, what's going on?"

Ivar almost wants to laugh. He looks exhausted? No kidding? Yeah, guess what? That's what two sleepless nights in a row usually do to you. At least that's what they did to him. What you did to him, haunting his nights and even haunting his dreams, waking him up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the few times he managed to fall asleep. At least, he'd made up his mind early this morning. Hopefully, now that the decision has been made, he'll sleep better. Saturday night, he'll see you again. His heart is racing at the thought and he inhales deeply, trying to calm down.

Unsurprisingly persistent, Lagertha asks again as she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "Ivar, are you all right?"

He wishes he could just ignore his stepmom but knows she won't let it rest. Unwilling to admit that he owes his restless nights to a girl - to you - he decides to keep his answer vague. "So-so," he mumbles, slightly rocking his right hand.

"You're in pain? Do you need more meds? I could run to the drugstore really quick."

For once, he doesn't resent Ubbe for his well-meant yet patronizing kindness, nor for the pitying look he gives him. Actually, he silently thanks him for the good diversion. As long as his brothers and Lagertha believe that it's his legs that bother him, keeping him awake, his secret - you - will be safe.

Faking a small, sheepish smile, Ivar shakes his head. "Thanks bro, but that's okay, I have everything I need. Guess I should just double-up the tramadol tonight." He winces for good measure, knowing fully well he won't even need a single dose. The pain in his legs today is barely at four, nothing he can't handle.

Once the meal is almost over – which in plain English means that everyone but Hvitserk has finished eating, but thanks to Lagertha principle 'no one leaves the table until everyone has finished, boys', they're all stuck here – Ivar decides it's time to break the news.

"I'm gonna go to the party."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the kitchen falls quiet. Even Hvitserk stops chewing, putting his last slice of pizza back on his plate.

Not knowing what to do with the silence, and feeling a little awkward, Ivar explains further, a hand on his neck, "the midsummer party, I mean. Harald's party."

"We heard you just fine, sweetie." Lagertha is the first to pull herself together, even though the disbelief is clear in her voice. As Ivar looks up, his brothers are staring at him, slack-jawed, bewildered, probably wondering what's got into their baby brother.

"Let me get this straight." With widened eyes, Ubbe starts running both hands through his hair, "you are considering attending Harald's party, right? That's... That's what you said?"

"Yep." Ivar shrugs as if it was no big deal. Who is he kidding? Of course, it is! Attending the party is a fucking huge deal for him. There's no way in Hel he'll admit it, though. Not in front of his brothers. No fucking way!

"I'm not sure I understand..." Ubbe sounds cautious and it infuriates Ivar to no end.

"What part of 'I'm gonna go to the party' don't you get, brother? Huh? Too many big words for you?" He wants to keep going but when Lagertha clears her throat and gives him a stern look, he faintly raises an apologetic hand while muttering under his breath, "okay, okay, I'll stop."

Heaving a sigh, he shrugs once more. "Seriously, you don't all have to look so surprised. I just want to go to Harald's party. It's really not that big of a deal."

"But you never wanted to, sweetie. Why now?" Lagertha's eyes are wide open and there's a frown on her forehead as she crosses her arms.

"Why not?" Ivar can't help but raise his voice. "I'm sixteen, Lagertha! Thought I was entitled to a change of heart. Was I wrong?" Pointing a finger successively at each of his brothers, his free hand grabs his push rim, his knuckles white. "The three of you attend every year, why shouldn't I?" Looking directly at Lagetha once again, he asks in a clipped voice, "You're not going to tell me I can't go, are you?"

"Of course not, sweet–" She begins but Ubbe cuts her off.

"Listen Ivar, no one is saying you shouldn't go, not yet at least. As a matter of fact, no one would be more pleased than I if you were willing to go out more. Playing pool, going to the movies, or just having drinks, you know you're always welcome to come along with us. But..." Ubbe groans, rubbing his hands over his face and Ivar stiffens, grinding his teeth, "Harald's party, really? It's not going to work. You know it takes place on the beach, it's not exactly wheelchair-friendly."

Reluctantly taking his eyes off his slice of pizza, Hvitserk jumps in. "Ivar is our brother, if he wants to go, we find a way. That's it - I'll carry him."

Positively surprised, a small smile playing on his lips, Ivar thanks his brother with a nod, glad – and relieved too, because two are always better than one, right? – that Hvitserk, as so often, backs him up. Of all his brothers, he's the only one who sees him first as a sixteen-year-old and not as a cripple.

Ubbe is having none of it though. "Hvitserk, just stay out of this, okay?" He's practically shouting, chin up and chest out. "You don't have a say! I'm the oldest, not you! I don't think it's a good idea for Ivar to attend Harald's party, period."

Hvitserk furrows his brow and for a short moment, Ivar thinks his brother is going to fight back but eventually he lowers his gaze, defeated, before shoving the whole slice of pizza into his mouth. Ivar knows all too well that his brother, who's not the most tenacious of them, hates confrontation, especially with Ubbe.

Unlike him, Ivar is always ready to pick up a fight, even when it's not worth it, even when he is wrong. Today, though, it's definitely worth it.

His nostrils flaring, he smashes his fist down on the table, his face crumpled with anger. "Who do you think you are, Ubbe? You may be the oldest, but you're not my father, okay? So please, just do me a favor, brother, and read my lips." His voice dripping with sarcasm, his bottom lips quivering, Ivar is absolutely livid, "You. Don't. Have. A. Say. Period."

Ubbe is about to retort, his hands clenched into fists but Lagertha raises a hand, shutting him up. "Boys, boys, boys!" Glancing at Ubbe and then at Ivar, she shakes her head, not exactly thrilled with their outburst. "Now, calm down, both of you. Ubbe, Ivar is right. You may be his big brother, you may be an adult, but you're not his father. I know you mean well but as Ivar's guardian, I have the final say." Turning her head toward Ivar, she cracks him a reassuring smile. "We'll talk about this later, okay? Just the two of us."

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Slamming the door shut, Ivar wheels up right next to his bed and, angling his chair just right, transfers over onto his bed before punching the wall, a roar escaping his lips. Big tears of frustration and anger run down his cheeks as Sigurd's words linger in his mind.

He had been surprised when his less-favorite brother had stayed out of the conversation.

He should have known better.

No sooner had Lagertha, Ubbe and Hvitserk left – she to make a phone call, they to join Margrethe – leaving them to tidy up the kitchen, than Sigurd had lashed out at him with harsh words and eyes full of spite.

"You messed up in the head, huh? It's a fucking beach, Ivar, you do realize your front wheels will get stuck in sand, right? Now tell me, little brother, do you really think we are going to carry your crippled ass around all night? Let me tell you, it's not going to happen! There will be so many better ways for us to spend the night. Girls, you know? Lots of them. Am I going to let you embarrass me and ruin my night? No! Not in a million years. And anyway, why do you even want to go? Get real, Ivar, you don't belong there, you just don't. You're a fucking cripple, a freak, an abnormality. No one wants you there. No one wants to see you. The sooner you accept it the better."

He knows Sigurd was intentionally trying to hurt him. And fuck, he did succeed. Ivar had felt so humiliated that it had brought bile to his throat.

At some point, while Sigurd was spitting his venom, Ivar had grabbed the large knife lying on the table and it took all his self-control not to stab his brother. No doubt his shrink would be proud of him.

Now though in his room, and even if he is boiling with anger, the nagging thought that Sigurd had a point, that he wasn't completely wrong, doesn't leave him. And he can see now that, in his own weird way, Ubbe was trying to protect him. By preventing him from going, his big brother wanted to spare him humiliation, pity, and mockery. Hvitserk, of course, had been willing to help, but let's face it, Sigurd once again was right. Piggy-back riding is not really an option anymore, he is too heavy. Plus, if he's being honest, even if it were still possible, it's the last thing he'd want. The mere thought of you seeing him on Ubbe's or Hvitserk's back makes him nauseous. Which puts him back to square one.

The beach is a problem and a huge one. Wheeling in sand is a no-go. It's just fucking impossible. If he doesn't come up with an idea soon, he's not going to be physically able to attend the party. And that's something he doesn't want to consider.

"I need a fucking genius idea!" He speaks out loud, cracking his knuckles, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck.

He just wants to see you. Y/N... Just you. And he won't be able to.

Fuck. Fucking sand! Fucking beach! Fucking legs! Fuck– Stop.

Wait.

What... What did he say?

He needs an idea... A genius idea. Genius. That's it.

A slow smile spreads across his face.

Good thing he knows an authentic genius, right?

Grabbing his phone, he frantically slides his pointer finger on the screen, sighing with relief as he finds the contact he is looking for.

"Hello, Ivar," the man answers after two rings, and his voice brings an even bigger smile to Ivar's lips, "it's very sweet of you to call me."

"Hello to you too, you spindly legged, knock-kneed old fool. There might be something that you can do for me. I want to attend Harald's party. It'll take place on the beach. My brothers won't carry me and I can't really crawl about, can I? I wonder if you could help me, Floki?"

Ivar's godfather lets out a high-pitched chuckle before answering, "I'll figure something out, dear Ivar, I'll figure something out."

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sofreddie · 3 years

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Treacherous

Summary: Dean is spelled, what's Sam's excuse?

Characters: Dean x Reader / OOC!Sam x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON, dub-con, smut, unprotected sex, implied/mentioned mating/breeding, sex spell, light bondage/restraint, rough sex, forced sex, forced orgasm

Word Count: 1,459

Sam burst through the motel room, lugging an unconscious Dean with him. He threw his brother down onto the motel bed and rushed back to slam the motel room door shut.

Y/N jumped from her spot at the small table as soon as the door slammed open. She watched with wide-eyes and a slack jaw.

"What happened, Sam?" she asked. They were on a hunt. Y/N didn't hunt. She was a long-time friend of theirs and she lived in the Bunker, helping them with research. They brought her along on hunts, but she stayed back in the motel rooms. Truth was, none of them could stand to be apart from each other very long. Especially Dean and Y/N. But no one spoke of the elephant in the room, letting sleeping dogs lie.

"We got the witches, but one of them hit him with a spell before we killed her."

"What do you remember of the spell?" she asked, immediately opening her laptop to start looking for a cure.

Sam sighed as he finished stripping his brother down to a t-shirt and boxers, which were drenched in sweat.

"The same as all the other victims," he grumbled.

"Wait…so-"

"Yeah."

"Are you gonna go to a bar or maybe find a hooker or something?" Y/N said after a long silence passed. All the victims had been hit with fatal lust curses. Within hours after being hit, the victims died if they didn't mate someone. It was leading to a lot of violence and death in the small town, which was what caught their attention in the first place.

"No," Sam scoffed, "You really think I'd let my brother mate a hooker?"

"Then how-"

Y/N cut herself off when she caught the look Sam was giving her. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the door and wondering if she could escape. She didn't like the direction this was heading at all.

"Sam-"

Her plea turned into a squeak as Sam grabbed for her, lifting her from the chair and dragging her over to the other motel bed.

"Sam! Stop! What are you doing?"

Sam used his significant size and strength to wrestle Y/N, kicking and screaming to the motel bed. He quickly undid his belt one-handed, while holding her wrists together in his other hand. He tied her hands together and secured them to the headboard, before finally releasing her with a huff.

She struggled against her bindings, tears streaking from her eyes, before landing on Sam once more.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he said without empathy, "But I'm not gonna let my brother die."

Dean began to stir and Sam worked fast, pulling out a small blade and cutting through her shirt and bra, letting them fall open to reveal her bare chest. Pocketing the knife, he undid the button and zipper on her jeans, pulling them and her panties roughly down her wriggling legs.

"Sam?" Dean croaked, coming to and rubbing a hand over his face as he became consciously aware of the effects of the spell, "Shit," he groaned, realizing what was happening. Exactly what happened to the other victims.

"It's okay, Dean," Sam promised, helping his brother to sit up, "Y/N's gonna help."

At the mention of her name, Dean's eyes opened to see her body laid bare. His rational mind drifted into dark recesses as the spell took control, leaving him with only one thought - mate.

"No, no, no. Please-"

Y/N was hushed by Sam's large hand gripping her whole jaw tightly, moving faster than a man his size should be able to.

"You'll let him fuck whatever hole he wants and you'll take his fucking cum, you hear me?" Sam growled low and menacingly in her face as he squeezed her jaw a little too tightly for emphasis. She whined and whimpered and Sam released her, stepping back to allow Dean access.

Her attention turned to the older brother, now naked, his body glistening with sweat, muscles taught, as he breathed heavily. She whimpered as she felt her wetness trickle out of her, her body reacting to the sight of such a man, clearly ready to do with her what he pleased. To be honest, the thought both terrified and thrilled her. But the way everything was happening? And what the hell had gotten into Sam?! Was his brother really so important to him that he'd bend his morals that much?

Her eyes caught sight of his large and thick cock, hard and throbbing with his pulse. She rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip to hold back a moan.

She wasn't supposed to want this.

Her body and mind were treacherous little things.

Dean crawled over her naked form as she struggled against her bindings. It took him little effort to grab and move her to his desire. He spread her legs wide around him before notching himself at her entrance. Without prep or warning he slid inside until he was completely buried in her heat. She moaned, the stretch and depth of him more than anything she'd ever experienced.

He waited barely a beat before he was pounding her hard and fast, chasing his need as the spell urged him forward. She screamed and begged as he pumped harder and harder until he was growling out his release. He thrust slowly as he worked himself through it. Y/N was grateful it seemed to be over quick and without much discomfort. But he didn't stop, his hips instead picking up speed again as he worked himself into another frenzy.

He came inside of her three times, bringing her to the edge but not over every time. After his third roar of completion, his body slumped, his entire weight pressing her into the mattress as she realized he passed out.

She was sobbing as Sam grabbed Dean, removing him from Y/N and tossing him down on the other bed once more, covering him with a blanket to protect his modesty. Sam turned and looked at Y/N then, stalking around the bed as he examined her naked body and her swollen cunt, leaking cum.

He licked his lips, rubbing a hand over his jean-covered erection.

"He didn't let you cum, did he?" Sam asked, voice full of sympathy, "That's too bad," he hummed as he opened his pants and pulled out his leaking cock. Y/N's eyes widened as she looked at Sam, stroking his massive dick and eyeing her hungrily, "You know, I think we can help each other."

She didn't need to question what he meant as he climbed over her, his eyes raking over every inch of her skin. He spread her legs and she whimpered as his eyes locked on her gaping hole.

"Good thing Dean fucked you open," he huffed a laugh, leaning over her as he started sliding inside, "You'll be able to take me easier now," he grunted.

She struggled to take his inches, her body feeling stretched to its limits, but more of him kept coming. He grunted out a sigh and she squeaked as his cock hit her cervix, the pressure intense.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, sitting up and wrapping his large hands around her hips, holding her steady and he began to pound into her. She screamed and he increased his pace until her was fucking into her brutally. She felt her walls fluttering around him, her high that was denied coming back to the surface.

"That's it," he crooned, leaning over her and wrapping his arms under her shoulders for added leverage as he pulled her into his every thrust, "Take this cock, Baby."

She couldn't believe how this night turned out. Never in a million years would she had thought something like this would happen. It was like her wildest fantasies became a very real nightmare.

She tried to fight off the impending orgasm, not wanting to give Sam the satisfaction, but he was intent on drawing it out of her. He reached a hand between them, rubbing over her clit as he fucked her hard and deep. Her climax slammed into her with the weight of a train and she screamed out her pleasure in spite of herself. Sam groaned and moaned his approval before coming deep inside of her.

They both panted hard before he removed himself, tucking his cock back into his pants.

"You're welcome," he smirked, before reaching over to untie her hands, "Go take a shower. I'm sure when Dean wakes up he'll want to head out."

Sam went about the room as if nothing had just happened. Without knowing what else she should, or could, do at the moment, she silently obeyed with a nod, wincing as she rolled off the bed and to the bathroom.

#dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #reader-insert #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #treacherous

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