#Ivar x reader x roman

[mystic-shadows42]

Lost Footage

A/N: For story purposes, I’ve made up my own lore of Norse Mythology that’ll mix in with Hemlock Grove’s. It’s a bit all over but I just wanted to have fun with this one.

Pairing: Ivar Lothbrok (modern) x reader x Roman Godfrey

Warnings: Language, Insinuated violence, Death

The detective picked up the camera with some dried blood splattered on it. She had her gloves on and knew this camera had valuable proof on it. She took it out of the evidence bag and knew there’d be repercussions for tampering with it, but there had been a delay in the case that went on for far too long.

She knew there were crooked cops at her job but she’d deal with them on her own. She just wanted to find the missing woman. The camera felt heavy in her hands as she thought of what footage it would show.

It was likely the suspect/potential killer would be on here. She took a deep breath and prepared herself before pressing play.

*Camera makes a whirring sound. Footage cuts in and out but the audio starts to play.*

“Alright, alright tell me again what you just said.”

“Put that down. I don’t want this on camera.” Ivar tried hitting the camera but you backed up from his reach.

“Ivar come on. We’ll look back on this day and laugh about it,” you giggled.

“It’s not a joke, only to you it is.”

Ivar had a serious look on his face.

“Well tell it again, come on, please. I promise I won’t laugh.”

Ivar had an old tattered book that looked to be worn throughout the years. It definitely stuck out like a sore thumb with his other books. He opened it carefully along with other books strewn about on the kitchen table.

His hair was sticking up from the countless times he’d brushed his fingers through his hair trying to find whatever he was looking for. He hadn’t had any sleep from his latest obsession.

“Here.” He pointed at a page in the book with a shadowy figure of a monster with its mouth wide open with a set of ferocious-looking teeth. “It’s an Upir. A modern-day deity created either by Odin or Loki I’m not quite sure but they were placed on Earth to create disorder. They’re absolutely fascinating to learn about. These texts translated say that they feed off of the living for their blood. It’s said if you’re loyal to them they’ll reward you with whatever you desire.”

“What kind of reward do they give?”

“It varies, but in these texts it mentions immortality.”

“Why are you obsessed with this again? It’s all just lore.”

“Lore? Look!” He gestured to the various books on the table opened up to different pages. “How can this just be another lore when there are all these things just sitting here waiting for someone to connect all the pieces together. That’s just what this is. Solving all these pieces...and I’ve found it. I’ve found one.”

“You found a..what an Upir?”

“There were texts, numbers, and codes that made coordinates of the oldest living one.” Ivar looked at you with wide excited eyes. “He’s in Hemlock Grove.”

“Ivar,” you sighed. “Don’t you think you’re taking your study just a little too serious?”

He scrolled through one of his older books. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Alright, that’s enough of this.” You turned the camera down and turned it off.

*Next video plays*

You adjust the camera and face it towards you. “Alright, so Ivar is coming back from his trip today. His family is here. They want to surprise him but I don’t know how he’s going to take it. He doesn’t have the best relationship with them but how could I tell them no?” You sighed then looked out the window seeing a car dropping off Ivar.

“He’s here.”

You turned the camera and headed to the door. Ivar had a small smile on his face but it had faltered upon seeing you.

“Welcome back!” You hugged him then pulled back to get his reaction on film. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Of course I am.”

“Just letting you know, your family is here.”

At that, his face really fell. “What?”

“They wanted to see you. I didn’t know what to say.”

“I’ll get rid of them. They’re messing up my plans.”

“Plans? Plans for what?”

He didn’t answer you as he walked away heading to the door with his bags in hand. From inside you could already hear them arguing.

*Camera turns off. The next video plays. Catches Ivar mid-sentence*

“-and on my travels, I met a guy that knew so much and understood my interests. I told him about my research and when I told you about it, all he wanted to talk about was just you after that. I think he wants to meet you now.”

“Ivar, we don’t even know this man. I don’t know this all just sounds very strange to me.”

“I trust him.”

It was hard to argue with Ivar after that. He hardly interacted with anyone let alone trusts them. Some could say that Ivar is a recluse, but whenever he found something or someone interesting, he was all in.

*Next video*

You adjusted the camera so it was facing you. Through the lens, you could see you still had a smile on your face that was starting to hurt your cheeks.

“So I went out on my date with Roman, the guy Ivar was telling me about. He’s really good looking and he’s,” you pause smiling. “Charming. This is cheesy but there’s just something about him. When he smiles it just does something. He’s well respected where he’s from and he’s loaded. Not that that’s the reason for my going out with him. Money isn’t a problem but there was just something that bothered me a bit. Whenever we walked around town people got out of the way and avoided us completely. I don’t think Ivar would set me up with someone dangerous but it was just something that was...strange.”

*Next video*

Ivar entered your room holding your camera this time.

“Hey, I was looking for that. I still have to edit some of those videos.”

Ivar didn’t say anything. He simply placed the camera down on the dresser, propping it so it faced the both of you. He then laid his head down on your lap. It took you off guard for a moment.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know I love you right?” He gave you a sympathetic look with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Yes.”

“Do you love me?”

“Why would you ask that? Of course, I love you. You’re my best friend.”

“You’ve been sleeping over at Roman’s a lot.” You were concerned about how sad Ivar seemed to be. “Has he been fucking you?” 

You were appalled at how quickly his mood changed.

“Ivar.”

He fisted his hand in the blanket.

“He’s taken over your thoughts and now he’s taken your body.”

“Ivar stop. It’s my life. You were the one that introduced him to me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You brushed your fingers through his hair to try and ease him. Ivar was always complicated. There were times you wanted to be angry with him but he was different. Being angry back at Ivar wouldn’t solve anything so you always resorted to comforting him instead. 

After a while, you reached for the camera but Ivar stopped you.

“No. Leave it on. I want to remember us just like this.”

“We’ll have many more nights just like this.”

You took your hand off the camera and returned to brushing his hair. He was quiet the rest of the night and didn’t say a word. He just rested and held you close to him.

*Next Video*

“Why’d you want me to bring my camera again?” You asked Roman as you panned it towards him as you both kept walking.

He looked directly into the camera and smiled.

“I don’t want you to miss anything. You could miss something extraordinary if you’re not prepared for it.”

“You’re acting like we’re about to witness something you’re expecting to happen.”

Roman turned to you and smiled a bit.

“Something like that.”

You and Roman had been walking for what seemed like forever in the middle of nowhere. It was dark and not a single animal or insect made a sound. It was deathly still.

It made you a little uneasy, to be honest. 

He brought you inside an abandoned warehouse and led you to what seemed to be the middle of the building. There was a big hole in the middle and it was filled with water.

The strange thing about it was that there was no debris in it. The whole thing was just out of place.

“What is this place?”

“Just somewhere I enjoy being.”

“What’s with the pool of water?”

“It’s sacred. It’s amazing what comes out of it. Things unimaginable. Something the human mind wouldn’t understand.”

You gave out a nervous chuckle. “What are you talking about?”

Roman bent down and touched the water and the unusual thing was that it didn’t ripple like water would when touched.

“Your worst nightmares come out of here and become my children. Mine to command. All it requires is blood. A sacrifice”

Roman looked up at you when he mentioned the last part.

“You’re being weird Roman. I wanna go home.”

You turned around quickly and saw another figure approaching. When the person came into view you were surprised to see that it was Ivar.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in disbelief.

Ivar kneeled down and bowed his head much to your confusion. You tried helping him up so you both could get out of there but he just hit the camera out of your hands. The camera started to cut in and out after that.

It was dark in the building besides the glowing water. You reached for the camera and found Ivar still kneeling.

“I offer her to you. A sacrifice of my greatest friend and the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

“All this for power. Is that still what you wish for? To become one of my children of the night?”

Now you turned your confused look towards Roman. The whole thing seemed to be some sort of setup. Was this a joke? Did they think this was funny?

Ivar looked up at Roman and nodded his head while having a tear falling down his cheek.

“What the fucks going on?”

Ivar looked over to you and smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry.”

You panned the camera over to Roman wondering what was going on. The camera began to buzz hitting an unknown frequency. The light from the water reflected off of Roman’s face perfectly. He looked towards you and smiled sadistically.

*Camera cuts off then skips with a whirring sound. The last image it shows is the once pristine pool of water filled with blood.*

The detective pushes herself away from the camera and covers her mouth. She knew the presumed missing woman on the video was dead.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to have suspected Roman Godfrey. He was the richest man in Hemlock Grove. He struck fear in people for reasons unknown.

The camera flickered and someone in the video picked it up. She grabbed the camera and held it in her hands to see who it was.

Roman’s face appeared. He had blood dripping down his mouth. He smiled and wiped the blood from his face.

“Detective. I have no doubt that you found this about now. You should’ve left it alone. You out of towners really don’t know you get into when you enter Hemlock do you? Why don’t you turn around detective and I’ll show you what I really am.”

It was at that moment that she felt a looming presence behind her. She felt fear like never before. She couldn’t move. She whimpered when he put his hands on her shoulders.

She looked with wide frightened eyes when she noticed that this wasn’t human. Their fingers were extended and they had sharp claws at the ends.

“Good girl. If you were to see my true form then I would’ve killed you.” He traced the side of her neck with his sharp claws and drew blood in its wake. “You’re going to dispose of the camera right?” She whimpered but nodded when she couldn’t form words. “Good. I can’t have Ivar remembering who she was to him. There can be no love in creatures like us.”

She closed her eyes and felt her tears streaming down her face then his presence was gone just as quickly as he had come.

It was quite clear what she was to do next. She smashed the camera to pieces and even burned it just to be sure.

She never wanted to see or have anything to do with Roman Godfrey again.

[artemiseamoon]

Hey gorgeous :)

Could you maybe write something with Ivar and Roman please? I kinda would be interested in them with being soulmates to a female reader....only if this would interest you?!

The Three of Us

Soulmate au | Modern Ivar x f reader x Roman Godfrey

Oh how I love this pairing and soulmate trope! Here you go @walkxthexmoon (thanks for your patience)

Words: 9,876  (holy crap officially my longest oneshot ever)

Warnings: some yelling and aggressive reactions, curing, mentions of sex/ sex life, sex scenes but I wouldn’t say smut like - i went a more poetic route, you’ll see, drinking 

An: I do tend to write modern Ivar without his disability. This is not meant to offend anyone, or meant as erasure. It’s just my choice as a writer. So if this detail bothers you, I respect that but please move on to other works. We don’t need to argue or fuss about it. There are plenty of people who write modern Ivar with his disability. You’ll find many. Thank you 💕

Credits: some GIFs are mine, others are not. Credit to those creators.

Many little things made your life with Ivar and Roman special. Favorite places, songs, movies, sweaters, mugs - even Ivar’s camera. Ivar received a vintage camera for his birthday two years ago and ever since he took that thing everywhere.

The three of you have accumulated a collection of mini-movies. Your adventures and daily life caught on film. It was sweet. At first, Ivar didn’t let anyone touch his camera. Not that this mattered, Roman was always taking it anyway, breaking into Ivars photography room and putting everything back when he was done. It didn’t take Ivar long to catch on.

The two lived in one of the fanciest buildings in the downtown area. You nicknamed it ‘trust fund row’, it was where most of those kids lived, including the well off students of the nearby university and the mid-twenty to early 40-year-olds who had money to burn.

Both Ivar and Roman fit in this category. They came from money and have mothers who spoil them rotten. You’ve had to deal with their rich kid syndrome at times, but for the most part, Roman is the worst about it. Ivar, despite his family name and background, is the more down-to-earth of the two, but he has his moment too.

Even with the frustrations, and coming from different backgrounds, you loved them. Unlike the boys, you worked hard for what you had. Your family did okay, but you still needed a loan for college, thankfully, you got a scholarship too and it took some of the pressure off. You even worked the entirety of your college years at one of the popular cafes within walking distance of campus. It was how you met the guys during your freshman year.

While you made coffees, heated pasties, and in the evening hours served wine or beer, the boys were partying, still never lifting a finger for anything. College, like this luxury apartment you sit in right now, all paid for by their parents.

The first time you saw them, it was your 5th week of work. You were switched to the evening shift after someone called out. It was busy all day in that cafe, but at night even more so. It wasn’t as rowdy as a bar, since they didn’t serve hard liquor, but enough beer and wine can still have a very - noticeable effect on people.

Your boss was pretty strict about his ID policy, and since you weren’t 21 yet, you just served the drinks. Your supervisor kept a pretty close eye on you too, so sneaking drinks never happened at work.  

With a full class schedule and a job, you didn’t have a lot of time for fun things. Even though you lived on campus. The most fun you had involved simpler yet fulfilling things like spending time with your friends, live shows, and things like that.

You didn’t know it at the time, but your life would change drastically when those two showed up that night. You were clearing empty glasses from a table when they walked by, you noticed them instantly and to your surprise, their eyes were on you too.

Everyone knew or heard stories about these two, Ivar and Roman, trouble makers, ladies men, party animals - you’ve heard quite a bit about them yourself and would spot them around campus from time to time.

The duo was, is, impossible to ignore. Tall, lean, well-dressed Roman who strolled into every room as if he owned it. He loved all the attention he got, he ate it all up. There were three kinds of girls on campus when it came to Roman, the ones he hooked up with and now hated his guts, the ones he hooked up with and though he never got serious with them, they keep coming back, and third the ones he hasn’t hooked up with, yet.

In contrast to Roman's golden boy looks, Ivar has more of a mysterious, dark, sultry vibe to him, he’s also stronger, and more muscular. Ivar is shorter than Romans 6’4, but not by much, just 4 inches. Both guys have chocolate brown hair and light eyes, but their eyes couldn't be any more different.

Ivar’s eyes you noticed first, something about them drew you in, you found yourself hypnotized by those enigmatic, breathtaking blue eyes. The sinister smirk he flashes at you from across the room didn’t help your racing heartbeat any.

Roman’s eyes are a beautiful green, like precious gems in the sunlight. Big chartreuse eyes that hold innocent almost puppy dog-like energy as easily as they hold desire and mystery. When you first saw Roman, his attractiveness aside, you also noticed his lips, his beautiful, full lips.

When the guys arrived, they went to the bar area which had the nighttime look now. You noticed the way the bartender, a senior, checks them out and you don’t blame her, the two of them were walking heartbreaks waiting to happen.

Throughout the night, you worked your section and went to the bar as needed, each time you and the guys stole a glance, each glance sent your pulse through the roof.

You never expected them to say anything, you had confidence, it wasn’t that. You just didn’t look like the type of girl the two usually had on their arm or hanging around, you were quite different. So an hour after they arrived, when the guys ended up moving to your section, it took you by surprise.

It was Roman who spoke first as both men observed you, you never felt more visible, more seen than under their hungry curious stares. As Roman spoke, Ivar leaned back in his chair, watching you. It felt like your skin was on fire, having just one of them look at you was exciting enough, but both?

When you returned with their drinks, Ivar finally spoke, in a very casual way, he asked what time you were getting off of work. And that’s how it started, the complicated, warm, exciting, streamy three-way (relationship?) you ended up in.

Late night drinks, all-day hangs, and crashing in each other's beds soon led to the friendship lines being blurred between you and both men. Any jealousy at the start, and it was there, was long gone by now.

As far as your heart was concerned, you loved them both, not that you were ready to admit it in the beginning. Falling for two playboys? Not you. But it happened, it happened fast.

As time went on, your longing for something more serious grew. Unofficially you had two boyfriends, but officially, all three of you were single and free to do as you choose. Though you never strayed outside of your little triple love nest, there was no reason to. Together, Ivar and Roman make your perfect guy.

…

Now, with college in your rear view mirrors, Ivar and Roman still living in their fancy apartment, the three of you continue your unconventional story. You share Ivar and Roman. They share with you. Amazingly, there was never an official conversation stating labels, it just happened. Somehow, even though it’s crazy, it mostly works- or has been minus some hiccups.

Your non-traditional relationship has hit its fair share of hiccups and issues lately, even though you love them dearly, it seems like more bad times than good. It’s been weighing heavily on your heart and making you question if this was right for you or if they were right for you .

This was the very thing that drove you to take the test . The one that’s been causing all the rage lately. You can still remember when you saw the commercial. You were sitting on the couch, snuggled between Ivar and Roman as when it came on.

- Flashback -

The person on Tv: No more guessing. No more dating apps. Find your soulmate today.  

You don’t know why at the time, but you held your breath as you watched. You even noticed Roman, who perpetually had his phone in his hand look up and raise a brow. When your eyes drifted to Ivar, he was staring at the TV wearing that amused expression he gets.

You diverted your eyes before either guy could see how closely you were watching the commercial. You reach for your phone and look at a random message. When your eyes were downcast, you heard Roman comment.

“What the fuck? I bet that's just some scam to get ass.” He shakes his head, eyes going back to his phone, “could you imagine? You’re my soulmate, let’s fuck.” He snickers.

Ivar chuckles to your left, “do you think that thing works?”

“Dude, of course, it doesn't. There’s no such thing.” Roman replied.

Ivar shrugged and looked at you. You felt his eyes burning into you.

“What do you think, hmm? Maybe it is bullshit. Maybe it’s real.”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, pretending not to care.

“It’s bullshit, probably invented in the old days to get into a chic’s 10 layers of underwear,” Roman tossed his phone aside, and it landed on the cushion. With a yawn, he stretched his arms over his head, “I’m hungry. Let’s get food.”

- Flashback over -

You’ve become so lost in your thoughts, and the memory, that it takes you a moment to realize Ivar is recording you. Normally, you didn’t mind the camera, but right now, you feel too overwhelmed by it. Your mind is heavy with the test, the recent issues you’ve been having, and the last two times you tried to get a serious answer out of the guys about what this is.

Sure, it was fun for a long time just going with the flow. But as of late, you’ve been craving more stability, and hearing the words “were just having fun”, “don’t be so serious just enjoy it” or “we’re exploring” was no longer fun or exciting, it was depressing.

Returning to the present moment, you lower your head and take the camera from Ivar, turning it on him. “No, let me play director.”

“Oh come on, I was getting the good stuff. You were so - reflective…silent…” He grins.

“It’s your turn.” You grin back at him as you zoom in on his face, focusing on those beautiful blue eyes. Those magical eyes that still pull you in, still hypnotize you years later.

The sweet moment is short-lived. You think about the test again. You officially received the results last night, but you’ve been too terrified to read them. They sat in an envelope in your backpack. As for the digital version, you hid the app in a ‘don’t open’ folder on your phone and avoided the email account you used.

The guys didn’t know you took it. You’d have to tell them. You had to tell them before they found out.  

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you focus on Ivar again. He makes silly faces at the camera, it gives you a much-needed laugh. You savor this light moment and make faces back at Ivar.

In the background, you hear Roman rummaging through the room for something, followed by a clicking sound.

“Stupid shit, “ Roman curses under his breath, “I need a lighter. Mine is dead.”

“You know I hate when you smoke in here, both of you.” You wag a finger at Ivar who flashes his puppy dog eyes at you.

Yes, it was technically their apartment, but you spent so much time here, you lived here too. The 4 bedrooms were way too excessive for just two guys. In college, Ivar turned one room into his photography room and the remaining room was just used by friends or when Ivar’s brothers visited until you came along.

Ever since, that last room, in between Roman's room and Ivar’s has become yours. It’s personalized and everything. But you did try to split your time between here and your actual apartment. You worked hard to have a place of your own and weren't ready to give it up yet.

After keeping it to yourself when you all first started dating, you eventually grew more vocal about the smoking thing and the guys eventually agreed to smoke on the balcony outside only. Except when they were feeling rebellious.

Roman walks by the couch and imitates your words in your voice before stealing a quick kiss. You watch as he continues his search for a working lighter. Across from you, Ivar puts the camera down carefully and grabs your hand, “Come here.”

He pulls you closer. You sit next to him and rest your head on his strong broad shoulder. It feels nice. A much-needed comfort for the storm brewing inside of you.

You and Ivar sit in blissful silence as he wraps one arm around your body. You loved cuddling both of them, each guy has something special about his touch and the way he holds you.

The silence is soon cut by a cold feeling. You feel the air shift in the room as a rock sinks in your gut, nervousness suddenly washing over you. It’s not until Roman storms into the room, holding the envelope, do you know why you feel this way.

Roman throws the envelope down on the table before you. You flinch and sit up, and so does Ivar.

“What the shit is this?!” Roman barks, his green eyes burning with anger. He leans over the table, lays his hands flat on it, and stares at you dead on.

Confused, Ivar’s eyes move between you and Roman before he grabs the envelope himself. He looks at you once more before opening it.

Your heart sinks. You hold your breath.

“What the fuck is that!” Roman points at it, still yelling.

Your eyes jump from him to Ivar. Sweat beads on your forehead as anxiety washed over you. You know the answer, of course, you do , but it doesn’t meet your lips. You just look at Ivar, then Roman, then at the contents of the envelope as Ivar examines them.

Ignoring Roman for now, because his anger makes you freeze, you watch Ivar. He slowly shakes his head. When his eyes meet yours, they’re heavy with disappointment.

“I - “ you inch closer to Ivar as he waves the papers, anger seeps into his eyes, “I uh - “

Roman aggressively lights a cigarette and shoves it between his lips.

“Your name is on it. It’s yours,” he takes a long drag and looks at Ivar, “it's yours. Why do you have that?!”

You swallow and cross your arms defensively. You practiced this conversation in your mind a dozen times, but right now you can’t even form words.

Roman forces a laugh, “ I’ll tell you why, shes’ fucking leaving us!”

Ivar looks up at him. The loving soft expression from earlier is not gone, his face is cold, still, dark.

“Roman I didn’t - “

Ivar carefully places everything back inside the packet and places it in your lap, “did you do this?” He asks, but you know,  he knows you did.

You stand, moving away from both of them. Feeling overwhelmed, you head to the balcony and slide the door open, a fresh breeze rolls in and hits your hot face.

“I was going to tell you guys, I just...you weren’t supposed to find that.”

Roman responds, Ivar is still silent, “I was just looking for a lighter. You always have candles and shit, I knew you had one somewhere.”

You press your lips together in a tight line, still watching them over your shoulder, your body facing the balcony. You take a deep breath, then turn to face them, “yes. I took the test. I was curious. And no, I wasn't leaving you, either of you, I just wanted to know.”

“So what are we then? Are you bored already?” Roman grows increasingly hostile by the second, his tone more aggressive.

You glance at Ivar who takes a cigarette from Roman's pack on the table. He doesn't say anything to you, doesn't even look at you, and that somehow hurts more than Romans yelling.

Ivar walks over to the balcony, right past you, and steps outside to smoke. His back is toward you now. He feels cold, so far away. You step back into the apartment and lower your head. This is bad, this is bad.  

Behind you, Roman continues to go off. Each word from his lips increases your stress and anxiety.

“Ivar, “ Roman stands in front of you, his eyes locked on yours as you stare back at him, “I wonder what else we don’t know about her. Lies. Secrets - “

“Roman just, shut up!” You yell, surprising yourself. The room goes so still, that you could hear a pin drop. Ivar turns around.

Roman does a double-take before sitting on the couch. He continues to smoke, his eyes on you the whole time. The anger in his face starts to melt into something else, if you look close enough, you can see a small pout on his lips.

Pacing, you push through the tightening in your chest and speak up, “I asked you, both of you, what this was,” you move your finger between you and Roman then you and Ivar.

Ivar puts out his cigarette, walks past you, and sits on the couch next to Roman.

You continue, “I know we’ve been having fun but I never know if one day it's just going to end, or if one of you will decide you’re bored with me and move on. So yeah, I took the fucking soulmate test.”

Ivar shakes his head, not saying anything, Roman continues to smoke his cigarette. The tension in the room, mixed with cigarette smoke, is making you feel dizzy.

It could also be a panic attack.  

You push the thought back and walk over to the table.

“You both never take me seriously when I ask. I have a right to ask what this is and if it's sustainable.”

Neither one responds, they just stare at you. Needing to get out of the apartment, you snatch the envelope and retrieve your backpack. You can hear Roman shout from the living room.

“Going to meet your soulmate now?”

Rolling your eyes, you pause and look at the envelope again. The name of the test is right on the cover. You look over the items Ivar reviewed and notice inside is a single sealed envelope. The results. Ivar didn’t open it.

Your heart is beating so fast now, it feels like you can’t breathe. You shove the envelope in your bag, grab your charger, and zip it up. Tossing the bag over one shoulder, you grab the jacket on the hook and head for the front door, passing the living room in the process.

“You gonna fuck him? Or will he have to wait?” Roman hisses.

You spin around and charge into the living room,

“You are an asshole!” You say through gritted teeth. ”We’ll talk about this later when you've calmed down.”

Roman stares at you. Ivar sits back and crosses his arms. For the first time, you don’t feel welcome here. You don’t even want to be here.

Turning around, you head to the door, open it, and leave. Letting it slam behind you.

….

This is the longest you’ve gone without talking to the boys, your boys. You didn’t text them, they didn’t text you. You haven’t stepped foot into your second home for 4 whole days, almost 5.

You miss them.  

You’re also pissed at them.  

You kick yourself for taking the test and regret doing so. At the same time, you don't regret it. Even in the face of the test, you still didn’t get an answer. They just - stared at you like angry children.

Is it wrong you don’t want to “go with the flow” your whole life? Is it wrong to want no one else involved in your special little relationship? Your questions are valid. Upset or not, hurt or not, if they couldn’t give you answers, maybe a little break is needed before any of this is discussed further. After leaving that apartment you shoved the envelope in a drawer and continued to ignore the app.

It’s Thursday night now.

After a couple of hours at the bar with the girls, your frustration leads you to the fancy apartment, three rounds of drinks coursing through your veins.

Standing in front of the door, you knocked a few times, but no one answers. When you pressed your ear against the door, you hear a tv, a game on. Someone is in there.

“Roman! Ivar! Open the door, or I’ll use my key.”

No one answers.

Sighing, you dig in your pocket and retrieve your keys. You flip to the key with a purple sticker and unlock the door.

Once it’s open, you step inside the apartment hallway. It’s long, dim, the only light is coming from down the hall, to the left, where the living room is. You pass the kitchen, it’s semi-illuminated via the moonlight peeking through the window. You can see dishes piled up in the sink, take-out containers, and empty beer bottles.

Walking past the bathroom, you stand in the living room threshold. Ivars on the couch, laying back, playing a video game. It’s loud, most of the lights are off and he’s in his underwear, the couch blanket draped across his legs.

Ivar’s eyes stay glued on the screen for a second longer before he looks at you. He pauses the game and puts the controller down.

“Can we talk?” You ask, nervously shoving your hands in your pockets. The angry courage you had seconds ago is fading.

Ivar stares at you and takes his time responding. “Yeah.”

Taking your one word in, you enter the room fully and sit on the loveseat left of the long couch.

Ivar watches you sit and rolls his shoulders before asking, “Why’d you do it?”

You break eye contact and stare at the floor, “I would have loved to explain the other day. But Roman was being a brat and you just, you checked the fuck out.”

Ivar lifts his chin and crosses his arm, “you dropped a bomb on us.”

You sigh, “what happened the last time I tried to ask you both, seriously, what we are doing?” Your eyes meet his again.

Ivar sits back, arms still crossed, “I remember.”

“Neither of you took it seriously. You made fuck buddy jokes, Both of you.”

“You never got upset before.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, when I was 20, 21 - we’re not in college anymore. We are in our adult lives, Ivar. I’m a more mature version of that girl you saw in the cafe that day. You guys mean so much to me but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I realized I need more. Yes, you are my best friends, yes we have a lot of fun and good times, more good times than bad. But - “ you pause and take a breath, “I want…commitment. Real commitment and not feel silly when I want to talk about this stuff with you guys. Or like I’m killing the mood. I did try to bring all this up and you two brushed me off.”

You stop, trying to read Ivar’s expression. He’s still silent. Still holding your gaze with his intense stare.

“Ivar - I took it because I am frustrated. Because I’m not getting everything I need. My efforts to have an open honest conversation with you two was treated as a joke. So I was pissed and hurt. And angry. Plus, we just got over that two-month rough patch where shit was just - weird, with all of us. Put yourself in my shoes…sure, I should have tried to talk about the test with you all first but I have my reasons. I took it because I needed to know one of two things. Is there someone out there for me who can check all the boxes and if that person is one of you two, or not?”

“If it’s not one of us?” Ivar asked. “Then what?”

You start to reply then pause. As you think over your reply, Ivar’s blue eyes stay fixed on you.

“I have thought about that possibility. A lot actually - I mean, statistically neither of you have taken it right? So if it is one of you, I won’t have a match at all -”

“Who is it then?” Ivar asks before you can finish.

“I don’t - I didn’t open it,” you answer honestly, “I’ve been too afraid to see it.”

The answer seems to surprise Ivar. Readjusting on the couch, he kicks one leg up on the table and uncrosses his arms.

“Well, what are you waiting for. Check.”

He suggests this huge act in his usual calm tone, his unique accent always sounding sweet to your ears. But you can see he’s still upset with you, his walls are up. Even with barely any clothing on, he feels guarded.

The idea of opening the letter, or the app puts a sour taste in your mouth. Dropping your gaze, you break eye contact with Ivar a second time.

“Go ahead. Open it.” Ivar presses on.

“But you didn’t take it - “

“I know that,” he raises his brows as he says your name, “open it.”

Though it was fun downing those drinks, they feel anything but now, settling uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. You glance at Ivar once more before pulling out your phone.

Once the screen is unlocked, you dig up the app and open it. As the main page loads, a chill moves over your body. Your phone feels empty in your hands. Following the prompts, you reach the results scene, mouthing the words as you read them;

“No match at this time.”

5 words. One sentence.

It’s enough to help you breathe easier for the time being. You take a deep cleansing breath, your eyes drift to Ivar’s.

Feeling slightly better, you continue one of your earlier thoughts, “I was planning on telling you guys. I just needed time but Roman found it and freaked out. I wasn’t going to keep it secret and I wasn’t planning on leaving you guys.”

Ivar’s hard gaze starts to soften, he lowers his leg from the table. As he moves his arms to rest on his thighs, you watch his stomach and arm muscles flex. If it wasn’t for the tense situation, you’d be throwing yourself on top of him right now.

It was a treat whenever you found him like this, nearly naked, reclining on the couch, his delicious sculpted body on display. You calm the rising sexual thoughts in your mind and shift back to the more emotional subject at hand. The fact that you’ve been fighting back tears since laying eyes on him helps you temper your desires.

“Test or not, I can’t just…leave you two behind, you both are part of me,” you say softly, speaking in a lower tone, “and if It was some random person, I wasn't going to just run off with them. I would have talked to you guys first.”

Ivar sighs, looks you over, then pats the cushion next to him. You stand and sit beside him, facing him. Ivar leans forward, staring deep into your eyes, and says, “I believe you.”

A smile slowly builds on your lips. You cup his face with your hands. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Lowering your head slightly, you blink away oncoming tears. They weren’t entirely sad ones, you feel relief too. Ivar gently wipes the tears from your cheeks, his eyes never leaving you.

With every passing second, you feel more relaxed, you feel the tension leave your muscles. You didn’t know what you were expecting when you charged over here.

Even with your anger, you were afraid of losing them, especially Ivar.

Roman isn’t the only one with a temper, Ivar has one too. Ivar could hold epic grudges. In a way, his anger is the worst. Roman's anger is hot, fast, and explosive; like lightning, firecrackers, or a storm. Even if it lingered, it didn’t go bone-deep for Roman. But Ivar, Ivar’s is like poisonous roots of a tree, seeping down into the soil, to the foundations of the earth and gripping the very core with a death grip.

In your mind, you figured all of you would be upset for a bit but you’d mend fences with Roman first. Then, hopefully in this century, Ivar. So, it’s a nice surprise he’s being so gentle with you, so understanding. He hasn’t raised his voice at all, not once. Unlike Roman. As soon as your other love returns to your mind, you feel sadness and a sense of loss.

At least, you try to remind yourself, Ivar believes you. You still have Ivar.  

As Ivar’s eyes move over your face, the remaining stress in your body melts away. Thoughts of Roman drift to the background as you focus on Ivar. The way he looks at you still takes your breath away, you find yourself under his spell in seconds.

Your gaze falls to his lips as he smiles at you and says, “I'm sorry," he pauses, "I love you.”

When your eyes meet him again, Ivar grins and draws you closer with his steamy gaze. You find your body inching forward, same as his. When Ivar rests his right hand on the side of your neck and gently yet firmly holds it, an intense warmth moves through your body, your cheeks grow hot. Desire floods in, taking hold of you as his lips meet yours in a kiss.

Ivar’s kisses always leave you breathless, and this one is extra special. Maybe because you’ve been apart for 5 days, or maybe because he was afraid of losing you too - Ivar spells you with his lips, his touch, the way his hands move over your body. As the kiss intensifies, you feel your hearts reconnecting; you feel the broken connecting mending, becoming stronger than before.

When the heated kiss breaks, you and Ivar stay close, holding each other as you catch your breath. Stimulated and breathless, you run your hands up and down his arms while gazing lustfully at his beautiful face, “I love you too Ivar.”

The way Ivar’s eyes light up at your words makes you smile and before you know it, he’s kissing you again, pulling your body beneath his on the couch. The second kiss leads to an ever-heavier make-out on the couch. Your hands explore each other bodies as you lose yourselves to passion.

With emotions high, and the two of you longing for each other, Ivar wastes no time taking you back to his bedroom. Being with Ivar again, though it’s only been 5 days, feels like the first time. It feels like a cure for your sad heart, it feels like heaven.

Ivar is the perfect blend of rough and sweet with you, with your body. From the very start, he’s always been an intuitive lover and he worked your body and awakened all your spots like no one else could. In his large soft but firm bed, your body pressed beneath his, you happily and excitedly give yourself to him.

Ivar’s kiss, his touch, the way he fills you - it's like a drug, you’re utterly and completely intoxicated by him. As you look up at him, your hips moving together, you can barely believe this is real, that Ivar is real. Ivar feels the same way.

He has to remind himself to go slow, to take his time, to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. But he slips, speeding up, going harder, it's impossible not to when you feel the way you feel, smell the way you smell, when you look at him with those eyes - the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen.

To Ivar, you are perfect, a goddess, a dream come to life. Clothed or unclothed you are a work of art and he needs you to know it, to believe it, to feel it. Ivar tells you with his kiss, his hands, his lips, by the way, he fucks you and looks you in the eye. Each purr, each moan, each breath that leaves your perfect lips makes him fall harder for you, makes him love you more than he already does. Your name is signed on his heart, now and forever.

Needing more of you, needing to be deeper inside of you, Ivar changes positions, guiding you where he wants you. The moan that leaves your lips is sweet music to your ears.

He loves you

He's sorry

He should have listened

He loves you

He loves everything you do  

He loves every sound and word that leaves your lips

Ivar already has your heart, you already love him and when you fall asleep in his arms, your bodies warm, sweaty, and buzzing with euphoric bliss, you love him even more.

…

When you wake next, the room is pitch black except for the moonlight streaming through the window. You let your eyes settle in the dim room before crawling out of bed.

Though Ivar’s room has a half-bathroom, you don’t use it, you don’t want to wake him. He’s sleeping peacefully, so you decide to quietly leave the room and use the one in the hall, closer to your room.

Roman found this apartment first, he chose it for the view, which to be fair is fucking amazing, and he liked that it’s the deluxe top-floor apartment of the building. Roman loved feeling like a king and this ridiculous apartment gave off that vibe.

Naturally, Roman took the gigantic master bedroom and its attached full bathroom for himself. Ivar was living with his brothers Hvitserk and Ubbe at the time, then moved here, taking the 2nd largest room. When negotiating one of the rooms as his studio, Ivar used the whole “you have a full bathroom I don't" thing in his favor.

Your room is the smallest of the three (well, it's not that small really) and doesn't have a bathroom, but you didn’t mind. It was nice having your own cozy nook here, even if it was small. Besides, most of the time you were sleeping in either Ivars or Romans bed anyway or falling asleep on that massive wrap-around couch they have in the living room.

Thinking about both guys, you finish up in the bathroom and consider peaking into Roman's room. Letting curiosity take over, you do so quietly and find it empty, he wasn’t there.

Your heart sinks a little. Where is Roman? And was he coming home? He hated to guess what a sad angry Roman could be up to; he was the most self-destructive of the two. He was better with you two in his life, less reckless but who could say he wasn’t doing something stupid right now.  

Closing the door quietly, you return to Ivars' room and climb into bed. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body close to his. In no time you fall asleep again in his arms.

…

3 Days Later

Finishing up at work, you put the last of your things in your bag. One of your coworkers peeks her head into the room,

“Hey I meant to tell you, your boyfriend was hanging around but didn’t come in.”

You crook a brow and look back at her.

She laughs, “oh, yeah, I should clarify, the really tall one who likes to wear black….Roman.” She smiles at you.

“When was that?”

“About an hour ago, sorry I got swamped and thought you may have seen him yourself.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“No problem…” she lingers in the doorway, “what's the secret? I wish someone could tell me they saw my boyfriend out front and I could ask, which one.” She chuckles.

“None of it was planned, I can tell you that.” You respond, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Normally you would laugh at something like this too, but only one-half of you was happy right now.

You still haven’t spoken to Roman. You gave in and texted, then called, and got nothing in return. Just dead silence. Top-tier cold shoulder treatment. So right now you can’t find it in you to laugh about it with her.

You’ve mostly been at the boy's apartment, a mix of making up with Ivar and hoping to see Roman walk through the front door. But he still hasn’t come home and is ignoring Ivar’s texts too.

In the back of your mind, you feared, for a fleeting moment, Roman was in trouble somewhere. He did drive fast when he was upset and got in the habit of getting in fights when he had steam to blow off. Maybe he pissed off the wrong person? Or got a DUI?

It was one of the reasons you were late to work today, you were looking up arrest records and news reports, hoping to not find his name. Ivar did try to calm you, he had a valid point, if Roman Godfrey got in trouble it would A, be all over the place, public news or B Oliva would get him out of it in 5 seconds and he would have come home. Ivar guessed Roman was out self-medicating and would come home in a day or so.

Hearing Roman was outside like a stalker instead of responding to your texts was pretty on character for him. It also confirmed Ivar’s suspicions were right. By the time you say your goodbyes and head outside, Roman is nowhere in sight, not his very loud, very ‘Roman’ car. This likely means Roman is finally back at home.

Instead of going 20 minutes south back to your place, you head to the guy's apartment. On the elevator ride up, you stare at your phone. The Soulmate service has been sending you emails, but you don’t open them. You swipe and delete, just like you have with the other ones.

You decided to not worry about that right now. You wanted to fix things with Roman before anything else could happen. The last few days with Ivar have been great, but it still feels like your other half is missing, you need Roman too, you want Roman too.  

Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you get off on the last floor and walk to the door. Taking a deep breath, you lift the key and slip it into the lock. Before you can turn the key, the door swings open, nearly taking you with it.

“Look who it is.” Roman hisses, he crosses his arms, blocking the doorway.

“Roman.” You regain your footing and look up at him.

He frowns, “how's your new boyfriend? Is he good fuck? Better than us?”

Cursing under your breath, you throw your hands in the air, “Roman please, can you just stop? I don't want to fight with you!”

You and Roman lock eyes, staring each other down. Roman takes a step back first, then shrugs. “You're the one keeping secrets.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, take a breath, then push your way inside, knocking past him as you do.

“What the shit?”

“I need this cleared up, now. I don’t care if you’re in a bad mood, hungover, still drunk whatever. Just sit down, shut up, and listen.” You toss your bag on the floor.

Roman’s brows come together as he watches you. He closes the door and walks past you, then sits on the couch. The expression he’s wearing now is like a little kid who just got yelled at.

“What were you doing at my job?” You ask hands on your hips.

Roman reclines back, a defiant look in his eyes. “ I can go anywhere I want.”

“You’re such a fucking brat.” You stay stern, rooted in place. You and he are having this talk now, whether he likes it or not.

Roman breaks eye contact first and digs in his pocket for his cigarettes. Just as he’s about to pull it out, and you’re using every ounce of control you have to not go off on him just yet, he grabs his phone as it makes a sound.

“Can you put that way for a bit, we need to talk Roman.” You sit on the couch a few inches away from him.

Roman’s green eyes meet yours briefly before he looks at the phone again. He’s sulking. He’s still very pissed. Annoyed. you watch as he swipes something open and his eyes grow wide at what he’s seeing.

“What?” you ask curiously.

“Shit, I fucking matched.” He lowers the phone, bringing his eyes to yours.

“What?” You ask again, not sure you heard what you heard.

Roman rubs the back of his neck, his eye darting to the phone, then to you again, “I took the stupid test today...” he trails off, watching the emotion in your eyes, “I was so mad at you I -”

You break eye contact and looks down at the phone in his hands. Sadness washes over you.

What kind of pandora's box did you open by taking this fucking thing?  

You wish you never took it.  

You hate that commercial.  

You want to erase it from your memory.  

Now Roman would be gone forever, your Roman.  

You feel your spirit, your sense of hope, your assertive energy you walked in here with all melting away. Clearing your throat, you stand up and move away from Roman.

“I’ll leave you to that then.” You barely get the words out, your throat feels dry. A numbness starts to mix with the sadness, slowly reducing it until you no longer know how you feel.

Roman lowers the phone, confusion on his face as he watches you walk away. When he calls your name, you stop and look back at him.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” You say.

Roman stands too, “I only took the stupid thing because…” he pauses, thinking about something, “did you look, who is it?”

“I don’t have a match.” You say the words are ever sadder out loud than in your head. You feel your shoulders curving forward like your body is making itself smaller.

“Shit, I’m sorry, fuck,” he scales the distance between you in no time with his long legs and cups your left cheek with his free hand. His eyes search yours.

You shrug, pretending not to care, “it’s fine.”

“Hey, “ Roman whispers your name so tenderly you feel your chest expand, “don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. It’s fine. It’s not the end of the world.”

Roman shakes his head, “ you know what, fuck this stupid test, the whole thing is - fuck it, I’ll delete it right now - “ Roman swipes at the phone with one hand, while caressing your cheek with the other.

When his eyes drop to the phone, he mutters under his breath and goes still. He opened the results instead of deleting them.

Not wanting to see who this person is, you take a step back and divert your eyes.

“I took it, I won’t rob you of knowing so just - look, it’s okay.” You cross your arms, fixing your eyes on a painting on the wall.

When you hear nothing but silence, you bring your eyes back to Roman who is staring at you.

“Don’t be a brat, come here.” He grins and presents the phone.

“No, I don’t want to see it.” You wave your hand in the air before you.

Roman walks over to you, “just look at the godamn phone will you.” He shoves it closer and you grab it reluctantly.

Even when the phone is in your hands, your eyes stay locked on Romans. He urges you once more to look at the phone.

“Fine.” You drop your gaze and read the email, your eyes freeze on the name. The phone nearly slips out of your hand, Roman catches it.

When you look at him again, his smile fades, “you wish it was Ivar?”

“Why would you say that?” You ask, still processing what you saw.

Roman starts to make a joke, then stops. He radiated confidence and to those who didn't know him, they would never guess how insecure he actually is. He had his moment, and this is one of them.

“Hey, look at me,” you grab his arm, his eyes meet yours, “listen to me closely okay, don’t say shit like that.”

Roman just nods, but you can tell he’s still feeling doubtful.

You pull out your phone and find the deleted emails, quickly opening one you see you have a match. You open the email and hold it up to Roman's face.

“Do you see that?” You point at the name and photo, his name, his face. Then at his phone where your name and photo appear.

Roman forces a smile, “so, you’re not… disappointed it’s me?”

You shove your phone back in your pocket with a sigh and drag Roman over to the couch. Once you are both sitting, you hold his hands in yours.

“I know you and I have more fights than me and Ivar. And you know there are things you do that I don’t - agree with but it does not, at all make me love you less. I love you, and I love Ivar. You are part of me, same as he. I feared not seeing either of you as my match, that scared me the most. I don’t want some stranger or some new person.”

Roman relaxes as you speak, you can see a light returning to his eyes.

“I’m not leaving you, I wasn't secretly planning to break up with you. You just didn’t give me a chance to speak, to explain. I love you so much but you have to do better, okay? We need to be able to talk about things without you freaking out.”

Roman nods, hearing everything you are saying. Roman wraps his arms around you, holding you tight in his arms. He takes a deep savoring breath and buries his head in the nook of your neck.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers against your skin. You rub his back and close your eyes. You missed him, you missed his scent, the way he feels.

The two of you sit there quietly, just holding each other and breathing. There's so much to say, you two have so much to talk about but right now it just feels so good to be held by him, and hold him back.

Roman moves first, leaning back so he can look at you, “ I miss you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Roman.”

Roman smiles wide, it reaches his eyes. You missed that face, the look of happiness illuminating his handsome features. Roman strokes your cheek as he inches closer. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your eyes locked on his.

You watch as Roman stares at your lips, strands of his hair fall into his face, and you gently smooth them back. Roman's eyes close at your touch, he loved when you touched his hair. He would often lay in your lap and request it.

You feel butterflies in your stomach as your foreheads and noses touch. A tingly feeling moves over your body. Roman locks eyes with you again while grabbing your hips, he pulls your body closer to his until you’re nearly in his lap.

“I was afraid - “ he starts, stops, then starts again, “I was afraid I lost you.”

“You didn’t lose me,” you brush your lips against his, “I’m right here Rom-”

Before you can say his name, Roman's lips meet yours. You move your hand to his shoulders as the kiss deepens. The taste of his lips mixed with his scent and his hands on your body is dizzying. You feel a tingle down your spine mixed with nervous excitement.

As you kiss, you feel love blossom in your body, you feel the threads of your heart repair themselves. Roman wasn’t an easy man to love, but you do, you love him completely, endlessly, fully. You heard once that some soul mate connections weren't easy, maybe there’s some truth in that.

As you part for air, Roman stands and offers you his hand. He walks you back to his bedroom, body pressed against yours as he plants kisses on your neck, the sides of your face, and on your shoulders.

The moment you step foot in his bedroom, you’re kissing again and pulling clothes off each other. When your naked bodies meet the mattress, Roman takes his time tasting you, worshipping you, devouring you.

He makes sure he leaves no part of you neglected, no area of skin devoid of kisses - everything disappears as you lock your legs around him, his cock deep inside of you, his perfect thrusts sending you closer and closer to your peak.

As your bodies move as one, in a rhythmic sensual dance, Roman whispers praise against your hot skin and declare his love for you in between heated kisses. Each time you pull his hair and run your nails down his back he groans, losing himself further in you.

The sweet release comes as reach your apex of desire. Roman continues to fuck you through it until he comes. Catching your breath, the two of you lay still, savoring the wave of ecstatic pleasure as he moves through your bodies.

Roman gazes at you with heavy lids. He needs you. He loves you. He's going to try his best to be better, for you.  

…

Your body is utterly but blissfully exhausted, you rest your head on Roman’s naked chest and drape your arm across his body. You feel him hum contently under you.

Roman skims his fingertips over your skin, following the length of your arm. Under the tangled sheet your legs are wrapped around each other. You don’t know how long you’ve been in this room, or how much sex you’ve had at this point, you just know that this is exactly where you want to be.

“In the beginning,” as Roman starts speaking, you lift yourself so you can see his face, “ I did see other people, sometimes, not a lot. But over the years it’s just been you, “ his eyes are clear, honest, “I only want you - since you have Ivar too I thought maybe I’m not enough so I tried seeing other people. I can't. They’re not you.”

Touched by his confession, you move up his chest to get closer to his face, and you plant a kiss on his lips, “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t tell you, I should have told you. I guess the jokes were my way of…dealing with it. I know I fuck up, I fuck up a lot. I’m sorry. I’m trying. I’ll keep trying to do better.”

“Good,” you and kiss his lips again, “ I believe in you. I know you can. Since I’ve known you, you have grown as a person, I’m really fucking proud of you Roman.”

He smiles and touches your face, his other hands still lingering on your ass under the cover. He loved praise, he lit up each time.

“We gotta tell Ivar.” A worried look flashed on his face.

“I know, we will. The sooner the better, I think. Tonight?”

Roman nods and shifts his head on the pillow, his eyes still on yours. Your mind starts to drift as you think about Ivar. It feels like one big problem was just resolved but now you had to tell Ivar about the test, about Roman being your match. It would crush him, even if he denied it or joked about it. You didn’t want to hurt him, you didn’t want to hurt any of them.

“I’ll just go out there and tell him I win. End of conversation.” Roman boasts with a grin.

“Are you crazy, he’ll stab you. Or throw a knife at you,” You were joking, half-joking. But you also know Roman loves Ivar, they joked around a lot and gave each other shit, but still, Roman wouldn’t want to hurt Ivar either. He was a lonely rich kid with no real friends before Ivar. Roman is just as attached to their little triangle as you are.

You continue, “we talk to him at the same time, and give him all the space he needs to digest it all. Yeah? And make it clear that I’m not going anywhere, you either. It’s the three of us, just as it's always been, just… a better version.”

Roman grins, “sorry I was distracted by your perfect tits. What was that?”

“Oh god,” you roll over on your back and laugh.

“No, I was actually listening though, and looking at your tits, “ Roman lays on his side too, his eyes full of adoration as he studies you, “it’s a plan.”

As you start to rise, Roman pulls you back to bed.

“I want more cuddles.” He demands.

“Okay, you can have all the cuddles you want.” You melt against him and close your eyes.

After a few minutes, he speaks again, “you know you don’t have to work that job. I’ll take care of you. I mean it. Anything you want. You don’t have to work again.”

“I don’t want to be a kept woman,” You run your fingers through his hair, “but thank you for the offer.”

“No don't think of it like that. Let me take care of you. I’ll do it. Ivar too. Between the both of us, you’ll have anything you ever need.” Roman rests his head against your chest. “Think about it.”

…

When the two of you finally leave the room, Ivar still isn't home. After checking the fridge, you settle on take-out. Since Roman needs more cigarettes, he offers to pick them up and get his smokes at the same time.

After Roman leaves, you sit on the couch and look for a movie to watch. When the door opens again, you lower the remote,

“That was fast.”

Ivar comes into the room and you feel your heart sink, it must show on your face because the way he looks at you changes from excitement to confusion. Ivar’s observant, he’s always been and you know he knows something is wrong.

He drops his gym bag on the floor and walks over to you.

“What is it?”

You sit up and frantically search for anything to say in your mind, anything but the test.

As Ivar sits next to you, you crumble under his gaze and spill the beans, you spill everything telling him about the test and Roman being your match. You’ve never talked so fast in your life and when the last words leave your lips you don’t feel lighter or relieved, you feel worried, and scared.

Ivar reclines back, his eyes focusing on the tv absentmindedly.

“Ivar, say something.”

He smirks, but nothing about it is warm, “something.”

“Ivar, don’t shut down on me, please,” you grab his face, making him look at you, “I know taking the test started a lot of shit but I can’t take that back now. All we can do is move forward okay. You know how much I love you, love isn’t even a big enough word. I’m not going anywhere. You still have me, I still have you.”

He takes a slow breath, eyes locked on yours.

“You, me, Roman. That’s all I want. It’s the three of us, and no one else. If you want that too, if you are okay with that, then let’s just move past this test okay and go back to our normal.”

Ivar presses his lips together in a tight line, and his jaw tightens. You can tell he’s battling with himself. Part of him is upset and jealous. The other part is okay with all this and happy to move forward.

“The three of us, “ you repeat softly, “the test gives you one person, yeah? Well the way I see it, and their research out there to back this up, a person has more than one soul mate so the test, in a way is only half the story. I have two soul mates, I know it, you and Roman. I don’t need a test to tell me that.”

Ivar smiles. He caresses the side of your arm.

You move closer to him, “tell me what you want, Ivar. Please?”

Ivar takes a moment to think.

He loves you.  

He loves you more than he ever thought he could love a woman

Before you, Ivar didn’t think he could fall in love or have a relationship, but you changed all that. In fact, Ivar fell for you hard and fast and stopped seeing anyone else within the first year.  

You made Ivar better, whole, you softened him up in good ways. You made him realize aspects of life he was missing and now can’t live without.  

Learning to share you wasn’t easy for him, but one day it clicked and it just - worked. Ivar made a choice years ago that he would rather share you than lose you, and now, as he stares into your eyes and feels your soft hand against his skin he knows his mind remains unchanged.

Ivar suddenly pulls you beneath him on the couch and litters kisses on your neck and face.

“You’re not getting rid of me that fast.” He smiles against your skin before planting another kiss.

“Good, “ you wrap your legs around him and rub his back, you can feel the sweat under this shirt, “you are very wet and stinky.”

“And you smell like hot sweaty sex, so we’re even, “ he sits up, still pinning you beneath him, “well, almost. Romans had you all day, you’re mine tonight.”

Turned on by his words, you grab his collar and pull him down into a kiss. The front door opens and closes. Caring a bag of food, Roman peaks inside of the living room and laughs, finding you and Ivar making out on the couch.

“I guess the talk went well.”

Ivar breaks away, looking at his friend, “very. I know about the test. It’s cool. But she’s mine tonight, and tomorrow. And the day after." You quirk a brow as you listen to Ivar.

Roman chuckles, “we’ll see about that” he winks at you and heads to the kitchen.

Ivar stands and helps you off the couch, “ come on let's eat.”

“I’m starving.” You wrap your arms around him, walking behind him to the kitchen.

Over dinner any tension is gone, the three of you talk and laugh. Ivar and Roman make jokes and take verbal jabs at each other. It’s perfect, it's just as it should be. You feel happy. You feel at peace.

After dinner, the three of you watch a movie on the couch. You take turns cuddling with each of them during the movie, with stolen kisses in between scenes. After dinner, Ivar takes you into the bathroom where you share a very steamy shower before settling in his room for the night.

You fall asleep like a baby that night and look forward to tomorrow and the rest of your life with the two men you love.

...

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“Oh, it’s been paid for.” The barista said as you tried to hold out your phone to the card machine. Frowning you asked her if she was sure and she nodded, gesturing to a table behind you. 

When you turned around, having thanked the barista for your coffee, you paused. Ivar was grinning at you from his seat. His brother’s things were strewn over the table and chairs Ivar was sat at. 

You could see them flirting with one of the girls who had a black serving tray balanced in her hand. “Isn’t it your birthday soon?” Ivar asked.

“It is.” You muttered. You’d been avoiding him. You’d been avoiding Roman Godfrey as well, who seemed to have a terrible knack at appearing just as Ivar got your attention. You weren’t sure exactly why Ivar was looking at you with a nervous glint in his eyes.

He glanced around and leaned in with a delighted grin. “I managed to book the big hotel near the park you like. We’re throwing you a party!”

“You… as in?” You asked nervously as you frowned. He frowned too, disappointed that you hadn’t seen more pleased.

“My brothers and me. Also Floki. I don’t think you know him but you’ll like him.” Ivar said quickly. You let out a slow sigh. At least it didn’t involve Roman.

“Well, if you let me know what day your party is, I’ll try and come. I’m going out of town for a while.” You explained quickly. It struck you as a bit odd to throw an elaborate party for someone you barely knew and border line stalked. Although it wasn’t the weirdest thing the Lothbrok boys had done. You were pretty sure Ubbe had once donated a month's pocket money to buy off the local schools for a month so he could take a girl on holiday. Which raised the question of how much pocket money an eighteen year old was getting. You narrowed your eyes at Ivar and his eyebrows raised as he looked a tad nervous.

“Why would you pay for a party for me?” You asked dubiously.

“Oh! I like you.” He said. He didn’t say anything else so you nodded.

“Well, thank you for the coffee.” You muttered with a tight smile that you hoped was friendly enough to show your gratitude but not open enough to have the adoring boy looking up at you even more encouraged.

******************

“Hey Roman.” Peter said cheerfully as Roman pulled up outside his work. He’d lied the day before and given him the wrong appointment time. He’d wanted to know when you were bringing in your car so that you could run into him ‘organically’. Peter liked you, you were also a nice customer. He felt a little sorry for you being caught between Roman and Ivar. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have to deal with what Peter regarded as two Roman Godfreys.

You’d needed your tires fixed on your ‘new’ car. He’d managed to help you find the car you’d saved up for. It was a little old and busted up but you’d worked out a deal to get it usable. He’d worked so hard on it, for so long, he had assumed that you wouldn’t be in for a long while, at least until the next tune up for the car. It wasn’t for a whole year. He suspected that Roman had your tires slashed so he could run into you at the garage. He had been a little too eager and knowledgeable about the state of your car. Peter hadn’t said anything though. Best to avoid being drowned in Roman’s bad mood. Though he looked pretty angry about something already.

“You’re closing?”

“Yeah, (Y/N) just needed some new tires and she was my last customer.” Peter said quickly. He rubbed the back of his head and tried not to look nervous.

“You should have called me to tell me to come sooner.” Roman said with a disapproving look. Peter just gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged. “That Lothbrok idiot is showing off again.”

“He is?” Peter said as he glanced around, expecting his garage to be filled with luxury cars at any moment. Roman rolled his eyes at his friend and glared at him from his seat in his car. He drummed his fingers on the edge of the door and considered, for a moment driving off and not talking to Peter for a while.

“Apparently he and his brothers are throwing a party for (Y/N). He books up all the caterers and party planners. Not only that but he’s bought out her favourite restaurants to serve food. The theme park is moving some of its rides to the hotel and he’s set up a cinema there. It’s ridiculous!” Roman snapped and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. Peter wasn’t sure what to say. He agreed, it was ridiculous. It was nowhere near the small, classy thing that you’d planned with your friends in your out of town trip you’d mentioned. He was also sure that Roman was angry because he hadn’t thought of it. Seeing as both Roman and Ivar seemed convinced that luxury and money was the way to win your over to them. 

“Maybe you should… crash the party?” Peter offered. He felt a little guilty but he figured that you’d reather them both be at the party that you hadn’t even wanted, and that you might not even go to. Then have them both do something chaotic at the airport. Roman seemed to agree with him and his mood changed in an instant as he planned how to upstage Ivar.

***************

You attended the party with your friends. Your bags were packed, you’d parked the car somewhere that the Lothbroks and Roman couldn’t tamper with and stop you from going.Your friends had insisted on going as half the town had headed to the party.

It was loud and big. No one seemed to comment on the fact that you and your friends were dressed in travelling clothes, rather than ball gowns like everyone else.

“(Y/N)!” Ivar said cheerfully. You muttered a greeting and waved from inside the huddle of your friends.

“We’re not staying long.” Your friend said quickly and Ivar frowned.

“That’s fine. But it is your party.” He said as he shrugged and hurried to fetch you a drink.

“That you planned without knowing her, or asking her. Which is so weird.” Your other friend pointed out. Another spotted Roman at the bar. He was downing drinks and looked dreadfully bored.

“Why do they always come to irritate me together?” You asked quietly and your friends laughed.

Roman downed a last drink and started heading your way. Your friends made it their mission that until you’d shown a polite enough attendance to the party, they would help you avoid them both. By the time Roman had made it through the crowd to you, your group had moved on. It went on and on until your friend’s phone dinged and the group started making their way to the exit.

“He showed up Hvitserk! He wasn't even invited to the party. It’s one thing for Peter to show up he knows (Y/N) but Roman!” Ivar was complaining as he leant on one of the tables outside and swung his lit cigarette dangerously close to Hvitserk’s face.

“Well, he does know her Ivar. Didn’t they both go to school together?”

“That does not mean that he knows her!”

“You did make it a public event so she would show up for her birthday and she did.” Hvitserk added as he rolled his own cigarette and ignored Ivar’s flailing.

“Well. Yes. It will show him up when we give her that room of gifts and all he bought was a bottle of wine.” Ivar added gleefully. He stopped talking long enough for Hvitserk to sign and see what had snatched his brother’s attention. You and your friends were fleeing away from the building. Ivar frowned as Roman emerged and called after you.

“You were going to leave without me saying hello.” Roman said as he shoved through the group and grabbed at your arm.

“Well, yes, we really have to get going.”

“Where?” Roman asked curtly.

“Just, out of town.” You said quickly. He glared at you as if he was considering telling you not to go. He seemed annoyed when you pried your arm from his hand.

“You’re ungrateful.”

“Excuse me?” You asked and he gestured to the building.

“I got you a gift and you’re not going to wait for me to give it to you. So you’re ungrateful. I want to give it to you.” Roman snapped. Ivar was stomping over with his crutches that clicked over the floor. Hvitserk dawdled along behind. He seemed to be struggling to light his cigarette.

“You’re ruining the party. My guest of honour is leaving because of you!” Ivar snapped at Roman who rolled his eyes.

“She’s leaving because you’re a creep who threw her a party without asking.” Roman snapped back. They started shouting and bellowing at each other, loudly enough that people who were chatting outside or smoking hurried back inside.

“If I were you I’d leave now before they notice that you’re going.” Hvitserk said quietly as he leant in and used your friends as a wind breaker so he could finally light his cigarette. He winked at you as he jerked his hand to a gate that you hadn’t noticed before. “You’re not the only one that makes escape plans for these stupid parties.”

“What kind of idiot only brings wine to a birthday gift!” Ivar seethed at Roman who was squaring up and trying to make himself look even bigger. You whispered a thank you to Hvitserk who gave you a flirty, lopsided smile before his attention was dragged away by a couple of women entering the car park.

Your group rushed away and managed to make it to the gate before either of them noticed. By the time Roman had made it to the gate you were in the car. Once Ivar joined him you could hear even more shouting over the sound of your friends engine as they pulled away.

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Accidentally Met My Soulmate(s)

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

At the moment I am not feeling very very well, plus my computer just decided to have a few problems, so writing has been the last thing on my mind.

But I couldn’t help but wish @walkxthexmoon​ an ‘happy birthday’ with this small fic (I am sorry if it truly sucks, I sadly haven’t felt the best as of lately, but I do hope that it’ll make you smile a bit)!

I hope you had a lot of cake and a lot nice gifts!

WARNINGS: Slight Mention of Smut, Alcohol Abuse, Puke.

In which once you met your soulmates you have their handprints tattooed onto yourself.

The night that you had met your soulmates (yeah there was apparently two of them), you hadn’t even wanted to go out.

Your friends had actually brought you to the club, mostly because you hadn’t wanted to celebrate your birthday, meanwhile that seemed all they wanted to do.

There were many reasons why you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday, one of which was the fact that that year had been less than pleasant and you had waited with much patience the end of it, to try to tiptoe attentively in the following one, without making so much fuss and continuing with your ordinary life.

The fact that most of your girlfriends were actually all matched up together didn’t help in the slightest.

You had thought that it would be a cute girls-night, but you had bene gravely mistaken by discovering that they had all brought their boyfriends, making the entire night already quite infernal.

And you wouldn’t have been able to survive it, without the help of alcohol.

So much alcohol.

That’s why you had approached the bartender quite quickly, the man smirking at you with some kind of gentleness that got you definitely very interested in trying out all the drinks he was missing up, and you were having quite a bit of fun, when his turn seemed to finish.

And he got substituted by an even more handsome bartender, although he had more a disgruntled look than the kind smirk the previous one had offered you.

But this time you knew a name: Ivar.

‘… cutting my time when I am with a beautiful lady, brother?’ had told him the brown-haired beauty at the bar ‘… want her all for yourself?’.

And with the way electricity snapped in Ivar’s eyes, you would have preferred to be the one having him all for yourself.

The gin tonic was definitely making its way in your veins.

‘Fuck off, Hvitserk, you have a fucking girlfriend at home!’.

Well, that explained why the bartender’s, Hvitserk’s, flirtations had come so softly, and in a more playful way that definitely didn’t entail any intention to bring you back home.

And as you met his eyes, he simply shrugged his shoulders with a sly smirk, as if he held himself faultless to your thinking, and lightly mouthed ‘I leave you in good hands’.

In fact, Ivar’s cocktails were better than you had expected.

But he wasn’t as talkative as his brother.

The conversation was one-sided, but certainly his eyes seemed to enjoy your body as they slithered with a bit of shame onto your mini-dress and it made you feel as if he could somehow push his own electricity in his glacial stare, making you shook lightly underneath it.

It was like electricity was running onto your skin.

And you enjoyed it.

For the first time that night you were glad to have agreed to come out with your friends.

You were halfway through reaching for another shot, probably the fifth in the span of an hour.

And then Ivar gently but steadily grabbed onto your wrist, to stop you.

And for a man that could be quite intimidating due to his impressive stance, he certainly had quite a lot of gentleness in the way he hold your wrist attentively, almost worried that he might break it, but his strength was definitely there as he shot you a look.

‘I don’t need a babysitter’.

You hadn’t wanted to be in there, first of all.

So, you could a few bad calls.

‘Understandable’ his fingers onto his wrist definitely didn’t retreat themselves as he fixed his electrical eyes onto you ‘… but then I do think that you should stop with all this shitty stuff and just let me pop something nice and expensive for you, princess’.

Well, you hadn’t expected that certainly.

‘… oh, yeah… thank you’ please do cover up this horrible moment ‘… I’ll need to… I’ll go to the toilette…’.

He looked delighted of having taken her ability to properly talk.

And fuck if she felt his gaze following her attentively.

And you tried to find the toilette, without focusing on the fact that the hot bartender had just hit on you.

So, you obviously didn’t look where you were walking.

And walked right into a handsome body.

Taller than her and slim in an androgynous way.

So, it wasn’t such a surprise to see that such a nice body matched such a nice face.

And that his gaze, lightly green in a way that was damnably hypnotic, turned quickly from displeasure into the semblance of a smirk.

He helped you up to your feet, without a word being said, as you apologized profusely.

Ivar’s gaze onto your back burned even more.

‘Sorry…’ it was all you could mumbled to finish your apology discourse, trying not to slur and slob onto him, since you definitely were salivating at the sight of the elegant way his forearm was shown by the soft white shirt he was wearing.

Designer, definitely.

‘… I’ll make an exception since you are a pretty girl’.

Here goes, her legs, they were jello.

And somehow his hand was still onto the small of your back.

‘Thank… thank you’.

‘Want to come up to the VIP section with me, gorgeous?’.

It didn’t seem a question.

And you honestly didn’t know what you should have done.

A hot bartender with the prettiest eyes had invited you to join him for a few drinks.

And then this hot stranger with that hypnotic smirk had asked you to go to the VIP section with him.

Well, 2021 had certainly its perks.

And your friends weren’t certainly among them.

‘(Y/N), c’mon!’ your friend joined by your side, stealing you effectively away from the handsome stranger, who tried to catch your attention, but once your friend effectively puked onto you, you were aware that you wouldn’t have had a chance anymore ‘… sorry… I think I drank too much’.

So, obviously, the one night you were living your YA fantasy, you got back home with puke onto your clothes.

That night, you had been too busy effectively dealing with the puke and your own terrible hangover to notice effectively that you had suddenly gained two new beauty marks.

Onto the small of your back and your own wrist.

Shaped like hands.

The sign of your soulmates.

Well, shit.

---

‘Cute girl, too bad for her friends’ commented Roman, as Ivar polished the barstool, as an evident signal to his best friend ‘to get the fuck away’ ‘Maybe we’ll get more lucky next time’.

‘… I’ll get lucky, next time’.

‘Dream on, pretty boy’.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, SWEETIE!

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Working on the second part of Sway, and the second part of Limerence tonight, most of which is from Troy's POV. I'm exciteddd. I've just been craving some Troy feels, okay?

Also, not going to lie, some Roman Godfrey ideas are creeping upon me. Any Godfrey Girls out there? I'm feeling disconnected from you guys!

There's also this Vikings work in my drafts I'm playing with again. Because...Ragnarsson's, of course. Those boys drive me crazy.

...send help.

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A/N: @walkxthexmoon​ Inspired me to write this piece. Thank you for giving me the honor to write my first Roman and Ivar crossover. I hope I don’t disappoint you.

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x reader x Ivar Lothbrok (Crossover AU)

Warnings: Language and Obsessiveness

Ivar walked through the door to his cousin Roman’s house and saw him on the phone. Roman did a quick wave of his hand while he still remained on the phone. 

Meanwhile, Ivar made himself at home by dropping down on his cousin’s couch and one by one put his feet on the table while moving his crutches off to the side.

“Baby look I’m sorry. I just need you to call me back, okay. I miss you. I promise to be better. I only want us to be on better terms. I love you. Bye.”

Ivar lifted his brow in amusement.

“You have a girlfriend?”

Roman slicked his hair back and sighed at how nosy his cousin is, always wanting to know everybody’s business.

“Yeah.”

“You guys get into a fight or something?”

“Something like that. We’re going to work through it. I’m just giving her a little space.”

“So.... calling her is giving her space?”

Roman picked up one of his pillows off the couch and threw it at Ivar. He pointed his finger at his younger cousin who was known for getting in trouble.

“I’m not your mom, so I don’t want to hear any of your shit. I don’t even know why you’re here exactly? Aunt Aslaug sounded like she couldn’t wait to be rid of you.”

Ivar rolled his eyes. “It’s just to take the heat off me.” He never liked talking about his issues. That’s why he liked meddling in other people’s problems. It distracted him from the daily pain in his legs.

“And your brothers? It’s strange to see you without any of them.”

“It’s just me. Your favorite cousin.” Ivar smiled.

“Great,” Roman muttered sarcastically.

Ivar observed his older cousin throughout the day noticing how lonely he truly is. He had servants do everything for him but besides that, he does the same thing over.

He’d constantly see Roman checking his phone and pacing as he tapped his phone against his hand.

Ivar couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how pathetic his cousin seemed to be over his ‘girlfriend’ who never called him back.

Over the course of Ivar’s stay, he observed everything in the house. All but one area that Roman always sneaked off to. There was nothing else for Ivar to do so he’d follow Roman.

He peered from behind a wall watching his cousin use a passcode to enter a hidden door. It closed behind him but luckily for Ivar, he had memorized the code from watching for a couple of days.

He inserted the code and followed the dark hall where there was only one light at the end of it.

Ivar became confused at what he saw. It was simply a room, void of color. Hanging above the entranceway was a ‘Welcome Home!’ sign. 

There were also various balloons hanging from the ceiling that were in different shades of color. Off to one side of the wall, there was a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals.

In Ivar’s daze of confusion, he didn’t see Roman appear from the bathroom carrying a box. It was only when Roman dropped it onto the floor that he looked at him.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

“What is all this?” Ivar asked not even really looking at Roman who was infuriated.

“Get the fuck out of here Ivar before I fucking break your legs even more!”

This brought his attention back. Ivar wasn’t afraid of his cousin like he used to be. 

Even though Roman thought Ivar was at a disadvantage being on crutches, Ivar himself did not think so. He’s scrapped with many men and has come out victorious.

He simply smiled and stood as tall as he could in front of Roman.

“I dare you, cousin,” he stressed. “You may be mad at me now, but whatever you’re doing in here seems of great importance for you to do it while I’m still a guest here. So me discovering this,” he gestured with his hands around the room. “Is all on you.”

“What do you want then Ivar? You want me to give you money? Will that make you leave me alone?”

Ivar scoffed at the notion. “Your money doesn’t interest me. This room does though. You may not believe me, but I really do look up to you cousin. Not just physically because you’re taller but spiritually?”

Ivar was known for being religious in nature and made points of life imitating art type of stuff. The kind of thing that really pissed Roman off.

“What the hell are you even talking about? I really don’t want to hear this spiritual bullshit of yours.”

“You surprise me. That’s what makes you interesting.”

“So you think you’ve got everybody else figured out but me?”

“Exactly!” Ivar stated excitedly.

Roman sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Listen, I’m tired. I don’t-”

He was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. He quickly scrambled for his phone in his pant pocket almost dropping it in the process before picking it up quickly.

“Sweetheart, I’m so happy you called.” He bit his lower lip as he started to listen. “I don’t see why you’re being so hasty. Talk to me.” Ivar noticed his tone go softer and lower when he spoke to his girlfriend. “I need to see you. No, no, no, no, listen. I can’t do that. Will you-”

He exhaled loudly and looked down at his phone. “Fuck!” He put his hands over his head thinking to himself. “I have to go see her.”

Ivar gave him a knowing look narrowing his brows. “I think that’ll only make it worse. She doesn’t seem like she wants to talk to you.”

“Oh, like you’re an expert in love. I heard that Freydis girl cheated on your ass.”

Ivar bit his tongue but still smiled. “She’s dead.”

Roman turned to Ivar, giving him a remorseful look. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I just got heated after that phone call.”

Ivar collected himself before his cousin could see any vulnerability. He started to slowly make his way out of the room.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“How did she die?”

“Car crash. The brakes malfunctioned.”

Roman was quick to look at his cousin’s retreating figure. “Malfunctioned?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Did they question you?”

“Why would they? It was, after all, an accident.”

Roman smiled and shook his head. He’d always undermined his cousin, but now he was starting to see just how smart and cunning he really is.

He followed Ivar out and towards the garage.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going with you. I want to see this girlfriend of yours to really see if she’s worth all this trouble.”

“She’s worth it. I’ll bet everything I have just to prove it.”

Ivar tsked his cousin.

“Now that wouldn’t be a very smart thing to do, would it?”

“Love conquers all.” Roman opened the door to his car and gave in to Ivar. “Fine, get in crazy.”

Ivar chucked his crutches inside and became giddy once he sat in the car that he always wanted to ride in.

They drove for what seemed to be hours to Ivar. Everything was starting to look the same after a while.

“Are we there yet. I feel like all we’ve been doing is circling the same area.”

“That’s because we have been.”

Ivar looked at Roman sharply, about to give him a piece of his mind. He didn’t like how his time was being wasted, but then he saw that look in his eyes. It was the same look from earlier. Roman’s eyes were searching the surrounding area fervently.

He looked at the time and waited a couple of seconds then looked back up.

“She should be walking around here.... now.”

Sure enough, there you were. Ivar was hunched in his seat but for this, he sat up. He knew right away who his cousin was looking at. Ivar’s mouth began to part, unknowing to him.

While Roman’s heart seemed to be beating so fast that he could feel it throughout his whole body.

“There she is, looking absolutely beautiful without ever needing to try.”

Both of them were in a trance as they watched you walk. Roman took out his phone and quickly dialed the number he knew by heart.

They watched your expression change when you looked down at your phone. You hung up and quickly put your phone away.

“She hung up.” Roman was beside himself. He angrily unbuckled his seatbelt and headed towards where you were. It was safe to say that you were quite caught off guard when Roman tapped your shoulder making you turn around.

From Ivar’s view, he could see your eyes widen and your body stiffen. You put your hand in front of you before Roman could get any closer.

Your eyes wandered around quickly, looking for anybody near. Roman was pleading his case but was becoming frustrated with you not wanting to listen to him. When Roman grabbed your arm, you called out for help.

Ivar leaned forward watching this all play out. This definitely had his attention.

Roman looked like he was beginning to panic and placed a cloth over your mouth until you finally passed out in his arms.

“What the fuck,” Ivar whispered to himself.

Roman picked you up and looked around quickly before ushering to the car and placing you gently in the back seat. He got in the driver’s seat and took off making the tires screech off the cement.

It was quiet besides the idling of the car now and then. Ivar would look over at Roman to see his eyes focused on the road. He had a tight grip on the wheel, flexing his hands on it.

“I guess it’s safe to say that she was never really your girlfriend, was she?”

Roman looked at Ivar once they were at a stoplight. He was crossed between being mad and lost on what he just did.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“What was it supposed to be like? You were going to do this regardless. That’s what that room is for. For her arrival. You were probably going to take her after my departure, right?”

The streetlight was the only light reflecting off of their faces. It went from being red to green, yet Roman didn’t move the car.

“We keep this to ourselves.”

“Why should I keep your secret. This isn’t my mess.”

“At least I didn’t kill my girlfriend.”

Roman used to make fun of Ivar when they were younger, yet they had more similarities than he cared to admit especially at a moment like this.

They exchanged looks knowing that they were in this mess together now. Ivar had more experiences with problems like this rather than Roman himself. 

He’d usually be able to get out of predicaments like this through money, but he was far beyond that.

“Looks like I’m not the crazy one anymore.” Ivar stated wanting to get the last say on the matter.

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As soon as you shut the front door on your friend and turned to the men on the sofa your smile faded. “This is a very bad idea.” Ivar muttered as he pushed himself up. Leaning on his crutch he moved away to the apartment balcony.

“I think it went well.” You defended and Roman scoffed.

“Your friend found out that we kill people.” Roman pointed out with a condescending tone and you shrugged.

“Yes but she believes it’s for you know. A magical religious calling. So I don’t think she’ll tell the cops.” You said quickly.

“If she realizes that we’re killing people for food and not for God, she might not like us anymore.” Ivar pointed out as he leant in the doorway of the balcony.

“We just… won't tell her.” You said hopefully.

“What if she tells her father, who is a cop?” Roman asked and you frowned.

“Maybe… we’ll just deal with it if it happens.” You offered up hopefully.

“You know if you could just drink the blood we’d be set.” Ivar grumbled at Roman who scoffed.

“Well excuse me we weren’t all raised by vampiric royalty.” Roman responded sarcastically.

“If he keeps upsetting me I’ll bite him.” Ivar snapped and bared his fangs.

“Really? Inside? I just cleaned up the last mess and I think the flooring man is getting suspicious. There’s only so many red liquids I can say we ruined the floor with before he figures it out.” You complained as Ivar went back to leaning on the balcony railing.

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“ My last one i promise. Could you please write number 44+46 from the smut list with both our men Roman and ivar pretty please?”

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WARNIGS: Swinger Party, Pubblic Sex,  Mention of Teasing and DDLG Relationships.

When your lovers had suggested the party you hadn’t thought much of it.

Your naïve and innocent self certainly not realizing that what they had truly meant was that it was a ‘swinger party’, till a few days into after their proposal, when lavish pieces of lingerie had started being brought to your doorstep, with the order of wearing them on Saturday night.

And finally your innocent brain finally managed to realize what you had gotten yourself into.

But it excited you, since although you knew how possessive those two could be, you had always been curious about the feeling of somebody else’s eyes on your skin, meanwhile you did the dirty.

And the way the boys had worshipped you thoroughly the whole time with gifts and soft messages had only ignited the flames between your legs and when they came to take you out that night, in their elegant suits you were already wet, a small surprise hidden between your legs for them.

“… are you ready?” asked softly Ivar, as he moved to come and get your coat from your hands, adjusting it open on your shoulders, draping it elegantly, as he knew all too well about the breezy air outside, but certainly he enjoyed the sight of your elegant dress

Roman’s wolf whistled at you as you bowed softly your head, meanwhile he put a protective hand on your waist, eventually getting something out of his back, a little reddish mask, resembling a firebird, since you weren’t supposed to be recognized, although everybody surely knew who was who, under their masks.

But they knew better than to speak out.

“… here is your invite, miss” joked Roman, then proceeding to adjust the mask over your face, attentive at not tightening it too much to ruin your hairstyle, meanwhile Ivar adjusted his, a black wolf-shaped one with silver inserts that brought attention to his elegant face

Roman then did the same with his, slightly resembling a reptile, the accent this time having small details of gold that were probably not simply glittering dust, but pure gold.

“Are we all ready?” you said, as you slipped inside the private car, the driver immediately knowing to roll on the partition.

“Are you, little fox?” spoke softly Roman, as he moved close enough to swing an arm over your shoulder, whispering straight up in your ears.

He lightly followed the cold trail of your pendant earrings, making goosebumps appear on your neck, meanwhile Ivar’s wandering hand palmed you roughly over the fabric of your dress, making you smirk at his eagerness.

“Do you remember the rules?” asked instead Ivar, as he pointed out every passing minute with his hand raising higher over your knee, eventually getting closer to where you wanted him.

“Of course, sir” you addressed him, exposing your glittering diamond necklace, a combined gift of Roman and Ivar and some kind of elegant alternative for a collar, since they both thought they were all quite tacky, even more to show off at galas.

Their pets deserved better than rubber and spikes.

And you never forgot to wear it on special occasions.

And thank them for it.

“Then repeat them, little girl…” muttered Roman, as his cold fingers lightly dipped further down, till they were right on top of your cleavage “… for your daddies”.

“First of all, whenever I am uncomfortable I just have to tell the special world” you muttered, a bit annoyed but knowing all too well that they were doing this to make sure that you knew that you could back out at any given time and behaved yourself in a way that wouldn’t have put you at risk.

“… which is?” teased you Ivar, his hand finally slipping under the fabric of your sheer dress.

“… ‘Emma’ “ your favorite Jane Austen book, since it had been the first thing that had ever come up in your mind, feeling both familiar and both something that couldn’t be mistaken.

“Go on, little one” pushed you forward Roman, as his fingers entered your dress, gently moving down the valley of your chest.

“… and then I don’t have to speak unless my daddies allow me to” Ivar’s hand was quite distracting on your thigh, but you didn’t let it ruin your focus “… don’t let others touch you, unless your daddies allow you to”.

“The final one, now” ordered almost growling Roman, as his lips finally touched your cheeks, such a chaste gesture that utterly contrasted with the sinful way they were bullying your body in a relaxed seduction “… you are doing so amazingly good, baby”.

“Even if daddies allow me to have…” your headstate made you blush lightly at the words that escaped your lips, although you shamelessly moved to thrust into their movements, Ivar’s hand finally reaching the surprise you had prepared for both of them “… sex with others, they are the only ones I’ll go back with tonight”.

And then Ivar’s hands brushed against your completely naked folds, and although you moaned in pure satisfaction, Ivar’s eyes shone at first with delight and then annoyed satisfaction in them and he shot a quick look at Roman stopping from properly taking one of your breasts in his big hands.

“… what has the little minx done, now?” asked Roman tightly, knowing all too well what that look from Ivar truly meant.

“She didn’t wear her panties” commented Ivar, as his hands, caressed gently your folds, before he soundly slapped them, making you feel thoroughly surprised and you squealed loudly, almost in protest, stopped by Roman tightly wrapping his hand around your face to block you “… I wonder if she just forgot, or if she is simply a whore”.

“Definitely the second” commented loudly Roman, lightly loosening the grip on your face, enough for you to protest loudly.

“… I am not a whore, daddy!” it was loud enough that it earned another slap and again Roman’s hands tightly brought you to face his rageful eyes again, as Ivar enjoyed prying his hand away from you, knowing that the worst torture for you would be being held between the height of pleasure and the nothingness of teasing.

“No, you fucking are” retorted Roman, without the need to raise his voice "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into”

"Why don't you show me then?" you retorted, knowing that teasing them, being a brat was part of their favorite play, but soon you were turned to Ivar, Roman letting you go completely, as you already felt pain at the loss of his touch.

“… if you keep up this rude attitude, we’ll turn around and punish you at home” explained loudly Ivar, his severe blue eyes shocking you and you immediately shook your head, not wanting the fun to end up quickly.

“No please, daddies!” you pleaded desperately at first facing Ivar and then Roman as they slouched off on their seats, enjoying your cries and pleads, your silly excuses and the pretty way you looked “… I swear I didn’t… I am a silly girl… I just wanted to play…”.

“We all agree on the fact that you are indeed a silly girl…” commented Ivar.

“… and just because of that, and if you promise not to be a brat, we’ll allow a bit more of playing” finished Roman, leaning down for a soft kiss, to reassure you, hating to see you in tears, although you were always so pretty and adorable.

“… oh, thank you! Thank you, daddy!” you immediately throwed your hands around Roman’s body, making him smirk softly, meanwhile Ivar complained loudly about not receiving an hug, and you rushed to give him one “… to you both”.

The rest of the car ride was silent, spent in a giggly silence, as both your daddies took turns telling you silly thoughts and crazy ideas, and most importantly letting you know how much you’d enjoy everything.

‘Have you brought any other girls, there, before me?’ you asked, a bit jealous, as they both teased you for it, but answered negatively.

‘… do you think that girls even followed after Roman?’ teased him Ivar, as he moved to lower lightly one of the thin straps of your dress, to kiss the soft skin there.

‘Talk for yourself, Boneless’ shot back Roman as they faked a fight, solely for you to break them apart to get you to giggle loudly at them being extra.

But soon you were to the place, a rather antique villa, still anonymous enough that you were surprised the purpose for which it was used, but loved the whole aesthetic, and the insides were even better, completely matching a royal castle with marble colons and golden details.

A few guests were already around in the main room, ‘the one for chatting’, explained your daddies, but on the first floor, surrounded by a circular intern balcony there were private rooms and communal rooms, the keys to two being handed to you as you checked in.

The clerk who took your coats, shot you a quick look, his lips quirked up in a knowing look and you blushed, more than glad to hide your blushy face in Ivar’s chest.

His hands coming around you to shield you and protect you.

Since you were gaining quite the attention, from your entrance.

‘… do they have to look at her like that?’ mumbled annoyedly Ivar, meanwhile Roman chuckled, kissing softly your forehead, to stake his claim ‘… fuck, we know she is a pretty thing, but she is ours’.

The world ‘ours’ echoed in your stomach as you could feel the butterflies literally moving in your stomach.

“Don’t be grumpy, Ivar” reprimanded him Roman, as he gripped one of your hand in his, leading you through the crowd of people, the gazes being the only thing that set on your body, at least till you reached half of length of the room…

… and then the ‘come on’s started.

A couple, a beautiful black woman and a younger white man, tried it first.

The woman immediately went to kiss your cheeks something that made you blush as you checked in with your daddies, their angry gaze being on the girl and not on you.

‘… interested into discovering something else?’ she asked you, meanwhile the beautiful man with her, looked at both Roman and Ivar adoringly, making you huff lightly.

‘Sorry’ had retorted Ivar, keeping his most elegant tone, although you could feel he was straining against the rude opinion he was about to give ‘We are still browsing’.

And the woman backed off, although she commented ‘what a shame’ and you sent her a small smirk, blowing her a kiss, as she laughed loudly, moving forward with her boy to whom you showed your tongue.

Both Ivar and Roman laughed at that.

You had different people coming at you, but eventually you decided to simply settle up for a communal room, since you felt a bit too attached to both of your daddies, not fully wanting to share them yet.

And neither they.

And in the end, you moved to the communal room you had been assigned to, holding Roman’s and Ivar’s usual guests, the one they felt more comfortable with.

And before you went in, they both reminded you that you had to just what you felt comfortable with, alongside just having to say that word in case you wanted to move away.

‘You say the word and no matter what, no matter who…’ explained softly Ivar ‘… we go back home and watch Netflix with a huge amount of ice cream’.

‘… you have been already an amazing girl’ added Roman ‘… even if you aren’t wearing panties, little slut’.

You giggled at his comment, but nodded at their sweet worries, glad to have such professional doms, that loved you and cherished you.

As if you were their most important belonging.

Inside the room the situation hadn’t started boiling up, yet, the center of the circle, the part where all the toys were displayed alongside with a big bed, was already full of people touching each other.

Two couples for instance stood out, two males touching each other eagerly as two girls, who looked like their girls, exchanged a bit of champagne.

A flute of it was soon in your hand, as you looked around, finding another three couples doing the same, and you couldn’t help but look attentively at the women, comparing yourself with them, till a blonde one, that you had been worried from the start, came at you, and before you even knew what to do, she kissed you on your lips.

She giggled as you pushed away lightly from the kiss, nervously matching her laugh, as both Roman and Ivar sent her a reprimanding look, but the girl certainly didn’t back off, and you had to admit that you hadn’t completely hated the kiss.

It had just been a bit too sudden.

And you didn’t even know her name.

Although you were sure she wouldn’t have given you her true one.

Had you been asked, Roman and Ivar had instructed you to answer with ‘Catherina Morland’, as the main character of ‘Northanger Abbey’.

“Mor” reprimanded her teasingly Roman “… she is new, don’t scare her”.

“I can’t believe that you kept this little jewel to yourself all this time” muttered heavily the blonde woman, completely ignoring Ivar’s murderous gaze “… will she join us or is she only here to look?”.

“It depends” muttered Roman, being the more polite one “… she chooses”.

“Then, sweetheart…” and now Mor’s light gaze was set on you, as she took your hands in hers, almost as if you were nothing but a couple of besties “… I do hope you’ll choose to act, because you are too pretty to stand on the sidelines”.

Mor’s flirtatious nature had certainly dissipated the nervousness in your head, although you knew that both your lovers had decided that they’ll act in only if you allowed them, giving you the same power over them that you gave them over him).

“… I’ll think about it” you promised, and Mor left you with a lascivious look, her body swaying to the bed, where the two men were slowly undressing themselves and both the women were topless, touching and teasing each other, through brushing their perky nipples together.

Their moans were so pretty that your arousal could accompany the atmosphere around the room.

And soon you were red-cheeked but not for the warmth or embarrass.

But because you wanted some relief.

And Roman and Ivar were more than happy to comply it.

And soon Roman’s hands were the ones teasing your tight hole, meanwhile Ivar’s hands lightly pushed down the upper part of your dress showing him your naked nipples, as he took one immediately in his mouth, the sudden gestures, making you moan out loud and soon you felt everybody’s eyes on you.

And a strange kind of shyness settled on you.

But it did not make you stop.

"They're gonna hear us” it was your last attempt at resistance.

"Then I guess you better be quiet” they both uttered at the same time making a shiver go down your spine and as Mor’s light gaze moved on you, you didn’t deflect it.

You just held it.

And smiled.

You were definitely enjoying all the attention.

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The Curse of Necromanteion

Pairing: Halfdan X Reader

Word Count: 1600

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After time in a far off land, Halfdan returns with a wife unlike any other. Found in a strange place with a strange beauty to you, everyone can feel your presence crawling under their skin. Besides Halfdan himself, none are more enchanted than the heathen leader Ivar.

It had been a good year since he last saw England. As Halfdan looked over the boat’s edge, seeing the grey clouds over rolling hills made him a bit excited to return. The start of the Heathen Army, making history that day and still flipping the country on it’s head. 

A hand wrapped around his forearm, a familiar scent blowing toward him as you leaned close. He looked down at you and you smiled. “What do you think?” he asked.

Looking at the beach and nothing but tall grass beyond it, you shrugged. Halfdan chuckled, supposing after the bright tropics you came from the near constant rolling gray would look dreary in comparison.

The sight of tents and boats caught his attention, a camp thick and spanning wide along the cliffs ridge. Halfdan turned around to the crew, calling for them to set for landing. They all roared in response but he caught you pulling his great cloak you stole closer, the chill winds still affecting you terribly. He grabbed the ends helping you wrap up a little tighter before pulling you by the shoulders into a kiss.

He couldn’t wait to show you off. 

Halfdan knew the effects his wife had on people. You were suppose to only be his spoils of war, a curious beauty with an odd presence. With every intention to treat you no different from his past conquests, you somehow bewitched him that night, Halfdan unable to let you go to be sold with the rest. Bjorn had thought to make fun of him for his sudden infatuation until all words went slack, feeling that otherworldly chill that came with the very sight of you. 

Rumors started quick with you by his side, all questioning what you were. A witch, a strange form of Draugr, a daughter of Hel, a vessel for ghosts and gods. You never denied any of the accusations, only smiled, a sharp knowing smile. It always sent a shiver through him to remember he found you in an eerie and quiet temple at the mouth of a cave, you and your few priests and priestesses shrouded in silky dark purple robes. Every man accepted their death with a content smile, every lady awaiting it like a blessing. Even in the foreign land it was unrecognizable from what he’d seen before, yet you never offered an explanation.

So when the masses cheered to see his portion of the army return, only to fall silent a little ways behind him, he smirked knowing you were close behind. 

Still wishing to be layered in your dark clothes, you stood out harshly among the crowd of colors and pale sand. The regal walk of a queen yet the humble touch of a priestess. Halfdan couldn’t help glancing around at the warriors and slaves half turned heads trying to pretend you had no effect.

Hvitserk was the first to greet him, charging down from the table shared among the leaders into a competitive embrace of strength. Though the grip went prematurely loose when you were revealed behind him, having to take a minute as he stepped back to remember he was there to greet Halfdan. 

“It is good to see you again. Has word reached you we started a kingdom here!?” 

He kept trying to share with Halfdan but his eyes kept jumping back to you, who was being aloof and looking around past the staring masses to the rocky shores. Ubbe and Ivar began calling for him to join their feast, let his soldiers rest and mingle.

As he walked to their jovial faces you stayed directly behind. Something about remaining unseen was a habit of yours, one he couldn’t understand because the rest of your peoples women didn’t do it.

The Ragnarssons had hardened skin and features cut with maturity, the year at war having truly turned them into men, but they were smiling brightly, greatly having enjoyed the pillaging and profits. The small talk was cut short when Halfdan stood before them, you slipping out and swaying to sit but not before him.

It was like the two had forgotten to breathe, Ivar especially. Ubbe was looking all about you before breaking out of his stupor with a charming smile. “We heard some whispers you’d been married...”

But the youngest of the sons was shock still, wide eyed and mouth slack as he was utterly mystified by your image. Halfdan watched him with a smirk, trying not to laugh. He caught your wayward attention by pushing a stray hair behind your ear. Announcing your name you smiled, a hard breath misting from Ivar. “It had started with our own rumors of great wealth leading us to the mountains. We found no wealth, but I found her.”

Ubbe raised his cup, “A treasure all the same.” As his drink came down out of his view he caught Ivar staring blatantly. Spitting some of the mead at his brother it jolted him out being so rude to cursing and wiping his face down while Halfdan and Hvitserk laughed.

Instead of being furious Ivar caught you trying to cover up your giggling and he melted into a half smile.

Halfdan turned to you and began speaking in your language, shocking those around him not having thought he learned a new tongue while away. “I think that one might be in love with you already.”

You smacked his shoulder, “You say that about everyone!”

He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb down your lips, taunting them in a seductive way and causing you to smirk knowing he was just toying with those around him, “But his songs speak of how he loves and lusts for no woman, only the battle. I think that has earned a little vanity don’t you?” You rolled your eyes but he kissed you anyway. Moving to sit down with everyone, he further teased you, “He might ask to have you...”

“Oh? And will you answer as you always do?”

Halfdan sucked in a slow breath before taking a drink, “I don’t know that my brother would be too amused that I killed him. Besides, the boy does have a special place in my heart as well.”

Ivar sat up, clearly getting agitated, “Listen to you two sharing your secrets in broad daylight!”

Halfdan chuckled. “Forgive us. She is still learning the language. It is sometimes easier to just speak plainly with her.” He shot a mischievous look to you which you responded innocently. “So if you wish to ask her something, best to ask me first.”

It was a bit of a joke between you and him. You could understand perfectly fine and knew enough to keep a conversation, you just preferred people left you alone. In the meantime you got to act like a perfect little ditz and get away with things like stealing and making fun of people without them knowing.

Ivar looked around at his sailing crew still docking the beach, “And...what if I didn’t? What if I wanted to talk to her without you?” Ubbe growled warning at him but Ivar only smiled wickedly, enjoying his little game.

Halfdan smirked, “Well Ivar, I suppose I will have to kill you.”

“I never took you to be afraid of competition.” He motioned to himself glued to the chair, “Look at me Halfdan, what is there to be worried about?” The hurt look on his face only served to mock him more, both knowing full well Ivar wouldn’t still be alive if it wasn’t for his skills.

“Well...I suppose she will have to kill you then.” Halfdan took your hand for your attention, “Would you like that? Perhaps you can offer him to your dark god?”

“My god takes all without consequence or joy.” You bit into some of the chicken knowing it was going to be disappointingly flavorless. “Though he might be entertained by his daring.” 

Ivar still didn’t like being left out of the conversation, Halfdan catching his glare as he turned back. “She says her god would enjoy your company.”

Ivar scoffed, “She thinks she can kill me?”

“Has she not already bewitched you?” He glanced around the table, “All of you?” While they looked to you, you had to distract yourself to keep from smiling. “I would say she is capable of plenty.” 

Ubbe tilted his head in question but Ivar and Hvitserk kept watch on you, “So you know she bewitches all those around her, even you, and you are alright with it?”

“He makes a good point.” You chimed, sucking meat from under your thumb nail.

Halfdan snickered, “I do not mind at all. It is a lovely world to live in when she is yours.” The taunt didn’t go by Ivar, shifting his wondered gaze from you to glaring at Halfdan.

“I am starting to think you want me to fight you for her.”

Ubbe tried to intervene but Halfdan sat back with a smile. “It would be a good way to see how you have improved. If you have improved.” Ivar shook his head with a devilish smile. “And if one of us should die, I suppose they were not that good anyway.”

Ivar bit his lip in thought, glancing back at you before he rolled his eyes at Ubbe getting fretful, “Maybe we should celebrate first and then we can start the games hm?”

Halfdan broke out of his goading stare to smile and see you watching him with a chiding look.

“I warned you taking me would curse the world with great death.”

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