#Rollo fanfiction

[gratelove]

Okay yall, I’m a little late to the party, but Rollo Lothbrok🫣 I’m only on season 3 of Vikings and I’m officially in love with the beauty of this man. Be prepared for more Vikings fics🤤 Also, this is a LONG fic, but it’s worth it!🥹

Bridge Between Worlds

Rollo Lothbrok x Reader

In a marriage arranged for political alliance, you, a Christian princess, and the Viking warrior Rollo find yourselves unexpectedly drawn together, bridging the divide between your faiths, cultures, and hearts.

Warnings: smut, fluff, struggles with faith, religion, drinking, cursing

The grand hall fell silent as your father’s voice rang out, echoing through the stone walls. His words seemed to linger in the air, heavy with purpose, like a chain slipping over your wrists. “The Northmen have proposed an alliance, my daughter,” he said, his gaze steady as he looked at you. “King Ragnar has offered his brother, Rollo Lothbrok, to wed you. This marriage will bring peace to our lands and protection from their raids.”

The room seemed to close in, the walls pressing down as you struggled to breathe. Marry a Northman? The very thought filled you with dread. You’d heard tales of these people—warriors who worshipped strange gods, men who swept through villages like storms, leaving only ruin in their wake. And now, to bind yourself to one of them, to Rollo Lothbrok of all people… It was unthinkable.

“But, Father,” you protested, your voice wavering. “Surely, there must be another way to secure peace. A treaty, a negotiation—anything but marriage.”

Your father’s gaze softened, but his voice held the iron weight of duty. “This is the only way, my daughter. We need this alliance. You have always known that your marriage would serve a greater purpose, and now that purpose is upon us.”

You felt a lump rise in your throat. Your life had been a careful sequence of preparations for this role, every lesson, every sermon instilling in you the virtue of self-sacrifice. You’d known that one day your life would be bound to someone chosen for you, but you had always imagined it would be to a noble from a nearby kingdom, someone who shared your faith, your values. Not to a pagan warrior from a distant, brutal land. A beast more than a man.

And yet, you had no choice. The Northmen’s proposal had been clear, and your father had already accepted it. The fate you had so long been prepared for was now sealed.

***

The day of your wedding dawned, cloaked in an eerie stillness. The grand church where you were to wed Rollo was adorned with flowers and candles, symbols of a sacred union. You wore a gown of fine lace, your veil trailing behind you like a whisper of grace. You felt numb, as if moving through a dream—or a nightmare—waiting for the moment to be over, waiting for the reality of it to settle.

Rollo stood at the altar, a tall, imposing figure, his features set in a mask of silent defiance. He looked as out of place as you felt, his gaze hard and unyielding, his mouth a tight line. When he glanced your way, his eyes were unreadable, a mixture of resentment and resignation. It was clear that he, too, had little desire for this union.

The priest began the ceremony, his voice a steady drone of Latin prayers. You barely heard the words, your mind elsewhere, tangled in memories of home, family, the life you were leaving behind. Each phrase, each gesture, seemed hollow, an imitation of the wedding you’d once imagined as a child. This was supposed to be a moment of joy, of love. But there was no warmth here, only the cold formality of duty.

When the priest instructed Rollo to take your hand, he did so without meeting your gaze, his grip firm but impersonal. His hands were rough, scarred from battle, the hands of a man who had known violence more than tenderness. You felt the weight of his touch, solid and unyielding, a reminder that you were bound now to this stranger.

The priest continued, his voice a solemn echo as he blessed your union, but you could see the slight hesitation in his eyes. This marriage between a Christian princess and a heathen warrior defied every tradition, every vow that was meant to sanctify it. And yet, the ceremony proceeded, binding you together in the eyes of your God and your people.

When the vows were exchanged, Rollo spoke the words in a language foreign to him, his voice thick with an accent that turned each promise into something distant, almost detached. You struggled to keep your voice steady as you repeated your own vows, feeling as though you were surrendering more than your hand. You were giving up your life, your dreams, to a man who would never understand you, nor you him.

As the ceremony ended, the church fell silent, a strange, somber quiet lingering between you and Rollo. The people gathered offered their restrained applause, their faces a mixture of relief and curiosity. To them, this was a strategic victory, a bridge between two worlds, but to you and Rollo, it was a prison.

You stole a glance at him, trying to discern any hint of emotion in his eyes. But his face remained a stoic mask, unreadable and distant, as if he, too, were waiting for this day to be over.

That night, as the festivities continued, you and Rollo exchanged only the briefest of nods, acknowledging each other out of obligation more than anything else. You sat at opposite ends of the grand table, separated by language, by faith, by the vast chasm of your different worlds.

And so, as the night grew darker, you resigned yourself to this new life, feeling like a stranger in your own skin. Bound by vows spoken in words that felt foreign, you wondered if you would ever find warmth in the cold, unyielding presence of the man you now called your husband—or if this marriage would remain as empty and silent as the vows you had uttered in that grand, hollow church.

***

The sea air of Kattegat was colder than anything you’d known back home. The winds held a bite, reminding you each day that you were far from the familiar warmth of your homeland. It had been a month since you’d arrived, a month of silent days and sleepless nights in a place that felt like another world. Though married, you and Rollo had barely exchanged a glance since arriving, your only link to understanding his world was the quiet monk Athelstan, who patiently taught you Norse.

Days passed in strange routine. The Northmen spoke a language rough and wild, each word sounding like thunder to your ears. But Athelstan was a skilled teacher, and over time, the foreign words began to settle into your mind. Slowly, painstakingly, you came to understand snippets of conversation, whispers of words. And though you’d never spoken to him directly, you felt Rollo’s presence more keenly than anyone else’s.

Beyond learning their language. You learned of their gods.. gods that were not so different from the one you knew to be true. In the quiet moments of your days in Kattegat, when the biting northern winds were at rest and the village hummed with the peaceful rhythm of daily life, you found yourself questioning truths you had once accepted without hesitation. This land was raw, its people fierce, yet you had begun to notice an undeniable beauty here. And with it came questions—questions that took root deep within your heart, challenging the very foundations of your beliefs.

At first, the differences between you and these people had seemed insurmountable. Their rituals, their prayers to unseen gods of thunder, fertility, the sea, and the harvest—all of it seemed like blasphemy to your ears. Yet, as the days turned to weeks, you saw their reverence, how their lives were woven with purpose and respect for the land, for each other, and for forces they couldn’t see but trusted in deeply.

They worship their gods as we worship ours, you thought one day, watching as a woman carved runes into a wooden charm meant to protect her family. They seek strength, guidance, blessings. Are they so different from us?

The question unsettled you, and you struggled against it, recalling sermons from your homeland, the teachings that painted pagans as savages, their gods as dark spirits. But there was light in these people, too, wasn’t there? A unity, a sense of duty, and a love for family that you had always been taught were the virtues of your own faith.

Your gaze often drifted to Athelstan, your quiet teacher and guide in this foreign world, who had once been a Christian monk but had found himself torn between the faith of his past and the gods of the North. You wondered if he felt the same turmoil you did. Perhaps he, too, had wrestled with questions of what was true and what had been constructed by the hands and minds of men. After all, Athelstan had once told you that the Vikings’ gods had existed long before Christ had walked the earth.

This thought lodged in your mind, growing roots you couldn’t shake. Could it be possible, you wondered late one night, lying awake in the cold silence of your home, that the stories of my faith were born from theirs?

You thought of the tales you’d been told in church, stories of miracles, sacrifices, and holy men who could summon storms, heal the sick, or commune with higher beings. But here, you had seen similar stories told around the fires in the evenings—stories of gods who controlled the weather, who guided their people, who demanded sacrifices to keep balance in the world. You watched the children listen with wide eyes, just as you once had, their awe and reverence echoing your own memories of kneeling in a grand church, captivated by stories of your God.

And the symbols—they weren’t as different as you’d once thought. The hammer of Thor, which hung on a leather cord around the neck of nearly every warrior, wasn’t so unlike the cross worn by priests and devout nobles back home. Both symbols represented strength, protection, a hope that something greater watched over you.

What if, you wondered, heart thundering with the weight of the thought, these people had seen the same truths but woven them differently? What if, in some ancient past, we had all followed the same gods, the same ways, and only time had divided us?

It was a question you dared not voice, even to Athelstan. But the idea stirred something within you, something that frightened and intrigued you all at once. You felt the weight of the cross you still wore around your neck, a symbol of your devotion, yet here, it felt somehow…lonelier than before. Was it possible that your understanding of the divine had been limited by the walls of a church, by teachings passed down without question?

Each day you rose and went about your new duties, the questions circling in your mind like a hawk over the fields. Each time you watched Rollo go to the sacred woods or pour mead onto the earth in an offering, you felt a strange pull, a whisper in your heart that perhaps the world was larger and more mysterious than you had ever allowed yourself to believe.

One night, as you lay beneath the northern stars, you found yourself praying, not just to your God but to whatever forces might hear you. A strange peace settled over you then, as if your heart had found a rhythm that it had been seeking all along, something beyond names and symbols—a sense of connection to the world around you, to the mysteries and wonders that spanned both your people and his.

For the first time, you felt that perhaps there was more than one way to honor the divine, more than one truth, and that perhaps, in marrying Rollo, you had not been lost to a foreign faith but rather drawn closer to understanding the many ways humanity sought to make sense of this world and the next.

***

One evening, after a long day of lessons, you returned to your new home, hoping for the comfort of a bath to soothe your weary body and mind. You went to the small, private bathing room, where a tub of steaming water awaited. But as you reached to untie your dress, you found yourself struggling, your hands fumbling clumsily over the stubborn knots at your back. Frustration welled up, and you cursed softly under your breath, wishing for just one familiar comfort in this strange, foreign life.

Suddenly, a presence loomed behind you, close enough that you could feel his warmth. You froze as a large, rough hand gently touched your shoulder.

“Let me,” came the deep voice, and you knew instantly it was Rollo. His voice was as rough as the northern winds, yet softer than you’d ever heard it, as if afraid to shatter the silence that had always lain between you.

You held your breath as he deftly began to untie the laces, his hands surprisingly gentle as he worked through the knots with ease. Neither of you spoke for a long moment, his closeness overwhelming, every brush of his fingers against your back sending sparks down your spine.

Once he had loosened the dress, he lingered, his hands resting against the fabric at your shoulders. You felt your heartbeat quicken, and with a shaky breath, you finally turned to look at him. His intense blue eyes met yours, filled with an unreadable depth.

“Thank you,” you murmured in Norse, proud yet hesitant as you stumbled over the unfamiliar sounds.

His lips curved, just barely, in something close to a smile. “You’ve learned our language well,” he replied, his voice low. “I am…impressed.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you looked down. “I wanted to understand. To not feel like a stranger here.” There was a long moment of silence before you finally spoke the question you had been wondering since you arrived. “Will we have a pagan wedding?”

Rollo looked at you with confusion. “We already had a wedding.”

“Yes, but that was a Christian wedding. Our marriage is not recognized in the eyes of your gods, therefore… we are not truly married. Not in the eyes of you or your people.” You held up your, now falling, dress as it slumped around your shoulders.

“Is that what you want? For us to not truly be married?” You hadn’t realized how difficult the answer to that question would be. You would have assumed you would have immediately said yes, but now, in this moment… you’re not so sure.

“It’s what you want, isn’t it? You do not love me.” Rollo scoffed at your words.

“As you do not love me, Princess.”

“Yes, but I love no one. You do love someone, it’s just not me.” Rollo’s eyes widened at your words and he came so close to you, you could feel his breath on your cheeks.

“What do you know of who I love?” You swallowed a lump in your throat, realizing you had hit a sensitive spot.

“I know more than you think, husband. I’m not some stupid and scared girl. The whole month I’ve been here, I’ve been quiet and observant.” Rollo rolled his eyes, taking a few steps back.

“And what is it that you have observed?” You nodded, holding your chin high in retort to his evident doubt.

“I’ve noticed that you are angry. At both yourself and your brother. You’re jealous of him. You feel you are less than and this makes you infuriated. I know you’re in love with Lagertha, but she has never shared that feeling. Though I never knew Siggy, I see the way you act when people talk about her. You loved her, but not in the way you love Lagertha. For this you carry guilt and it fuels your self hate. Did I observe correctly?” Rollo’s expression was one of frustration and astonishment.

“You’ve been busy, Princess. Do you agree with your observations? Am I less than Ragnar?” His question took you by surprise, but didn’t at the same time. The idea that he cares for your opinion is shocking, but not that he needs the validation.

“The truth?” He nods in response. “I think you are a great man. I think you’re honorable and kind. You’ve never forced yourself on me when you could have. You treat me well when you do not have to. As much as you are jealous of your brother, I truly believe that you love him and would not hurt him. You are an honorable warrior, which from my understanding is one of the things you Northmen pride yourselves on. Why you do not see yourself as such, I dont understand. Even my people back home knew your name, Rollo. The Bear, they called you.” A smile spread on his face at the name, and you couldn’t help the one that found yours. “I am proud to be the wife of a man with such high honor.” Rollo was silent for what felt like eternity, just staring at you. You began to feel self conscious, pulling your falling dress as high as you could, and dipped your head to hide your face. “Why are you just staring at me?”

“I suppose I’m surprised. You do not talk to me the entirety of our marriage and the first time you open your mouth you have insulted me and spoken so highly of me in one sitting. I thought you hated this marriage,” he said, each word measured. “I thought you hated…me.”

You looked up, startled by the honesty in his gaze. This was the first real conversation you’d had, the first true exchange, and it struck you how different he seemed now than the man you’d first met. Gone was the stoic warrior, replaced by a man with insecurities, a man who, perhaps, felt as much a stranger to you as you did to him.

“It was never hate,” you whispered, choosing your words carefully. “Fear, maybe. But not hate.”

His hand lifted, his fingers brushing against a strand of your hair as if testing the boundaries of this new understanding between you. “You are braver than you think,” he murmured, his voice like a quiet promise. “More brave than I.”

You swallowed, your heart thundering in your chest. “No, Rollo. Not braver than you.” He smiled, his hand slipping from your cheek to your neck.

“You speak your opinion where I cannot. That’s much braver than facing battle.” The hairs on the back of your neck stood as his hand danced from your neck to your exposed shoulder.

“Maybe we are just brave in different ways. Maybe we can teach each other.” He stepped closer, his fingers curling around the loose neckline of your dress.

“You want to learn to fight?” You shrugged, a smile finding your lips.

“If I am to be a Northeman’s wife, I should learn their ways, no? You teach me the skills of battle and I shall teach you the skills of wit.” He began to pull the fabric of your dress down and you clutched it. He stopped, his eyes meeting yours. “Rollo, I’m…” you realized you did not know what the word was in their language. You searched your mind for it.

“You’re what?” You took a deep breath, embarrassed to have to explain.

“I’ve never been with a man. I don’t know the word in your language.” Rollo chuckled, grabbing your small hand that was holding your dress up.

“Ah, virgin,” he said, squeezing your hand, as if to ask if he could remove your clothes.

“Virgin,” you repeat and he nods.

“Yes, Princess. You are my wife. Should we not bed at least once during our marriage?” You felt your cheeks getting hotter as you finally succumbed to him. Your hand released and your dress fell, pooling at your feet. Your hands covered your breasts, feeling too exposed. His large, scarred, hands clasped your wrists lightly, pulling them down to your sides. “There is no need to hide from me, my wife.” His calloused fingers ran down your exposed chest, to your stomach, stopping at your hip. Goosebumps lit ablaze across your whole body. “It is as if you were carved by the gods.” You giggled as he pulled you close, your bare chest now flush with his.

“As were you, Rollo.” Your palms lay against his chest.

“My gods or yours,” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I haven’t decided yet, but being here… I do question if my god is even real,” you say honestly.

“Are we turning you into a pagan,” you laugh, shrugging.

“I’m starting to think it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.” With that, his lips are against yours, hot and wanting. You moaned into his mouth, entranced by how warm he is, how his beard tickled your cheeks with each synchronized movement of your lips. His hands gripped your hips, picking you up with ease. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your lips never leaving one another. He walked you to the bed, gently laying you down.

He got off the bed, standing at the edge. You watched as he undid his pants. His eyes never leaving yours as he moved slowly to untie the laces. He is a man of beauty. Perfectly chiseled and large. His long hair flows down his chest and his tattoos perfectly caress his skin.

“After tonight, we will be officially married in the eyes of your god, no?” You peeled your eyes away from admiring his body to meet his gaze.

“Yes. We never… I don’t know the word. To make a marriage official, the man and wife must lie together.” He pulled his pants down, revealing himself to you fully, as you are to him. You sucked in a breath, an undeniable feeling of want and nervousness filling you.

“Do you want to lie with me? To truly be husband and wife?” He ran his finger along your collarbone, down to your nipple. He circled it lightly and you couldn’t help the moan that came with it. He smiled, licking his lips. You grabbed his wrist, using it to pull yourself to your knees. You are now face to face with him at the edge of the bed. You grabbed his other wrist, placing both palms on your breasts.

“I want you. Just- just be gentle, okay?” He kissed your cheek as his hands squeezed your chest.

“Northmen are not gentle. We do not fuck gently.” He kissed your neck.

“As much as I want you to fuck me like a Northman, I’ve been told your first time hurts.” You looked down at his already hard cock, feeling yourself getting more nervous. “And you are quite large.” This made Rollo laugh as he continued to trail kisses across your neck and chest.

“Don’t worry, Princess. Me and my large cock will be gentle.” You giggled and slapped his chest, making him laugh again. He laid you back down on the fur covered bed, climbing on top of you. You took in a deep breath as he spread your legs. “Don’t be nervous, my beautiful wife.” The words made butterflies erupt in your chest. He kissed your forehead, then both of your cheeks, easing the tightening in your stomach. He grabbed your hands, holding them above your head. He continued to leave gentle kisses as he slowly started to enter you. You squeezed his hands so hard you’re sure your knuckles were white as he pushed farther inside you. He is extremely large and you wince in pain from you being stretched open.

“Rollo,” you whined and he stopped, meeting your gaze. You gave yourself a minute to adjust, then nodded your head. He continued pushing in further until he was finally fully in you. He pulled out, then slowly thrusted back in. His movements were slow and gentle and eventually the pain turned into pleasure. Pleasure like you’ve never experienced. Your head tipped back and your mouth fell open, letting out a moan.

“Does it feel good, Princess?” His hot breath hit your neck as he whispered in your ear and it lit something wild in you.

“Go faster,” you moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him more access. You felt him push in deeper as he picked up his pace. He was hitting deeper and deeper inside you with each thrust and your eyes fluttered shut at the intense pleasure.

“You look so beautiful.” You opened your eyes to see he is staring at you, drinking in your appearance. Staring into his blue eyes makes all the sensations better. He rested his forehead against yours and you couldn’t help but fall in love with the way he is staring at you as he thrusts harder and deeper inside you. The room is filled with each other’s moans and gasps. You feel yourself reaching a point of release and you can tell he’s about to hit his too. He kissed you passionately as his thrusts become sloppier. You moaned into his mouth as a wave a euphoria rushed over you and your legs shake from utter pleasure. You feel him release inside you and he rides out his high with a few more thrusts.

He laid next to you on the bed and you rolled over to lay your head on his chest. His heart is beating fast and his breaths are short. You ran your fingers up and down his abdomen as you both fall into a comfortable silence. You’re not sure where you find your confidence, but the words that finally come out of your mouth surprise not only you, but Rollo.

“I do not love you, Rollo Lothbrok. But, I can see my falling in love with you.” You meet his shocked expression, but it eventually turns soft.

“Goodnight, my beautiful wife.”

***

The night air of Kattegat was alive with laughter and song, the flickering torchlight casting a warm glow over the village as the Vikings celebrated with wild abandon. Mead flowed like rivers, horns clashing in toasts to the gods, to family, to life itself. You felt the familiar warmth of the drink pulse through you, each sip lighting your blood with a fire you hadn’t known before coming to this land. Tonight, you danced without restraint, twirling with the crowd in the great hall, your feet moving with the beat of the drums, the earth beneath you thrumming with life.

You had grown accustomed to the spirit of Viking celebrations, their passion for life something you had come to appreciate. Though you were not of their faith, their customs, or their world, the sense of freedom here was intoxicating, a heady contrast to the strict life you had known. Tonight, you felt a part of it all. For the first time, you truly felt like you belonged.

The world around you was a blur of laughter, music, and flickering torchlight. You spun and swayed, your feet carrying you to the beat of the drums, your heart pounding with the thrill of freedom, of finally feeling as though you belonged here in Kattegat. The mead warmed your blood, filling you with a giddy lightness that melted away your reservations. This was a new side of you, one that you hadn’t known before—a part of you that had found joy in this wild land, surrounded by people who embraced life as fiercely as they embraced battle.

As you moved, you caught sight of Rollo, standing on the edge of the crowd, watching you. His intense gaze was steady, following your every movement. His face, usually hardened by shadows and silent restraint, now held something softer, almost tender. You felt his stare like a touch, tracing over you, lingering with an appreciation that made your pulse quicken. You and Rollo had not been able to go a few hours without being intimate since your first time.

Without thinking, you met his eyes and smiled, your feet carrying you closer. He didn’t move, his stare unwavering, as if transfixed. The other dancers melted away, leaving only him in your focus, your heart pounding louder than the drums. Before you could second-guess yourself, you held out your hand, a silent invitation, your eyes daring him to join you.

For a moment, Rollo hesitated, his usual guarded expression flickering with uncertainty. But then, slowly, he reached out, his large hand enveloping yours, and you pulled him into the crowd. He stumbled slightly, unused to this kind of playfulness, but his eyes remained locked on yours, an amused glint sparking there as he let you lead.

You laughed, feeling as though the walls between you and this man, the ones that both had been breaking down slowly, were finally crumbling completely. You pressed his hand to your waist, guiding him to follow your movements, his body close to yours as the drums echoed in the night. Though he towered over you, his presence solid and intense, you felt a softness in the way he held you, his grip firm but gentle.

“Are you sure you know how to dance, warrior?” you teased, your voice light and filled with the boldness that only mead could bring.

He huffed, a smirk breaking across his face. “Dancing is not the way of a Viking. At least not the way you dance, Princess,” he replied, his voice deep, but his eyes sparkled with unspoken laughter. “But for you… I will try.”

The two of you moved together, your laughter mingling as you guided him through each step, each sway. His movements were unpracticed, slightly stiff, yet he relaxed with every beat of the drum, letting himself be drawn into your rhythm. It was as if the crowd, the village, the night itself faded, leaving only the two of you bound in this moment, where titles and gods and duty did not matter.

You felt his hand tighten on your waist, pulling you closer, his other hand coming up to cradle the side of your face. The playful smiles faded, and in their place, a deeper warmth simmered between you, something vulnerable and unspoken.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” he murmured, his voice barely audible above the music, his gaze tracing your face as if memorizing every detail. “So Free. So Happy.”

You smiled softly, your fingers brushing over his hand. “I feel alive here, Rollo,” you whispered.

His thumb gently stroked your cheek, a tenderness in his touch that you’ve grown accustomed to since the night you first made love four months ago. “Then perhaps,” he said, his voice rough, “this land, this life, is more yours than you thought.”

You felt a swell of warmth in your chest, a feeling that chased away the last remnants of doubt. Here, with him, in this wild, untamed place, you had found a part of yourself you never knew was there—a part that yearned for freedom, for belonging, for love.

The drums beat on, but the world around you was still, your gaze locked with his, the silent understanding between you deepening. And as he lowered his forehead to rest against yours, his breath warm against your skin, you realized that the music had stopped. Everyone around you had gone quiet. You and Rollo broke contact to see the cause of it. Walking through the great hall doors was Athelstan. Bjorn had told you both that the monk had thrown his sacred arm ring into the fjord.

Rollo’s voice thundered through the crowd. “Athelstan,” he roared, his voice laced with anger.

The crowd quieted, all eyes turning to the monk-turned-Viking who had lived with one foot in both worlds. Rollo stormed toward him, his face twisted with rage, and gripped Athelstan’s wrist, holding it up for all to see. “Look at this man!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. “Where is your sacred ring, Athelstan? I was told you through your ring, the one our king, Ragnar, gave you into the fjord!”

You felt the blood drain from your face as you watched, horrified by Rollo’s fury. You had always known Athelstan was a man of two worlds, like yourself—caught between his old faith and the ways of the Northmen. A pang of sympathy tore through you, a deep understanding of the pain and doubt he must have felt to make such a decision.

Athelstan’s eyes darted toward the crowd. “You have betrayed the gods who welcomed you,” Rollo growled. “You stand here, pretending to honor both, but now we see who you truly are.”

Ragnar pushed through the crowd and wrapped an arm around Athelstan’s shoulder. He dragged him away from the crowd, into a back room, whispering something in his ear.

The celebration resumed, though it was subdued, the laughter tinged with unease. You lingered near the fire, lost in thought, watching as Rollo stalked away, his jaw tight with anger. Before you knew it, you followed him, the words you’d held back now bubbling to the surface.

When you both arrived at your shared home, you closed the door behind you, crossing your arms as you gathered the courage to speak. “Why are you so angry at Athelstan?” you demanded, your voice sharper than you intended. “You’ve always known he was torn between both faiths, just as I am. Why is it different now?”

Rollo turned, his face dark and unreadable in the dim light. “You don’t understand,” he replied coldly. “Athelstan has cast aside his ring. He has thrown it away, shown us he has no loyalty to anything but his Christian god. He cannot be trusted.”

“Cannot be trusted?” you echoed, frustration flaring in your chest. “Athelstan has always been loyal to you, to your brother, to your people. His struggle with faith does not make him any less trustworthy.”

Rollo’s gaze hardened. “He is weak. He cannot choose between one god or another, and now I see he tried to be something he’s not. He insulted the gods by pretending to be one of us.”

“But you do not see it, Rollo,” you pressed, your voice trembling with a blend of anger and desperation. “I see myself in him. I, too, am torn between worlds—between my God and your gods, between my homeland and yours. Am I a betrayer because I am still finding my way?”

Rollo’s eyes flashed, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out. But instead, he just clenched his fists, his voice low and fierce. “You must choose as well. You cannot love both. You cannot be a Christian and a Viking.”

You shook your head, feeling a pang of sadness as you looked into his eyes. “Athelstan was struggling, just as I am. Faith is not a simple choice, Rollo. It’s complicated, and sometimes it takes time to understand what it truly means. He was searching for where he belongs, and he has found it. This does not mean he cannot love your people… just as I love you.”

Rollo’s shoulders tensed, his eyes going wide. It’s the first time you had said it. Neither of you had ever spoken those words. You weren’t even sure if Rollo loved you. You felt embarrassment and anger at his lack of words.

“Is this why we have not had a Viking wedding? Because you feel I have not chosen your gods?” You felt tears pricking your eyes, but you fought to hold them back.

“If you do not choose our gods, we will never be in Valhalla together.” You scoffed, wiping a tear that slid down your cheek.

“Why does it matter if I end up in Valhalla or Heaven? You clearly do not love me back, so why do you care which afterlife I spend my days?” You began to turn away from him, but he grabbed you wrist, pulling you into his chest. His hand met your cheek, wiping away one of your tears.

“I do love you. But everyone I have ever loved either died or did not love me back.” You met his gaze and your heart hurt at the sight of tears in his eyes.

“Rollo, everyone dies. Just because the people around you die, does not mean you’re the cause of it. You cannot be afraid of death. You, more than anyone, know that. You Northmen do not fear death.”

“It is not death that I fear. What I fear is loving a woman who will not join me in Valhalla. It is not being able to spend eternity with you.” You stood on your toes to reach his lips. You gave him a soft kiss, then pulled away to meet his sadden gaze.

“I love you and I would do anything to spend eternity with you. We were fated to be together, Rollo. I can feel it. No matter what god willed it to be.” He looked down at you, his expression softening further, the anger that had once filled his gaze replaced by something warmer, deeper. In that moment, you felt that perhaps, just as Athelstan was searching, you and Rollo were finding something—a bridge between worlds, a space where faith, love, and understanding could coexist, no matter how different they seemed.

“We were fated to be together.” He pulled you as close as he could, kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing taller to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you were both out of breath.

“Does this mean we will have a wedding?” He let out a deep chuckle, nodding.

“Yes, of course we will.” A smile spread across your face.

“Good, because I wouldn’t want our child to be born without married parents.” You grabbed his hand, resting it on your belly. His face lit with excitement and he let out a laugh.

“You’re… you’re with child?” You nodded, tears falling freely to see the joy that found his rough and beautiful face. He picked up you, twirling you around. You let out a laugh as he set you down, kissing you.

You nodded, unable to stop smiling. “Yes, Rollo. You’re going to be a father.”

He let out a shout of pure happiness, his arms wrapping around you again, holding you tight as if he were afraid you might disappear. His hand returned to your stomach, resting there reverently, his thumb brushing over the place where new life grew.

“I cannot believe it,” he murmured, his eyes shining. “You… you have given me more than I ever thought possible.”

The look in his eyes was raw, filled with joy, wonder, and a fierce love that made your heart swell. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally, his lips met yours in a tender, lingering kiss, his hand still resting protectively over your stomach.

When he pulled back, he grinned down at you, his expression so soft, so full of love that it nearly took your breath away. “You have given me a family,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I will protect you both. I will give you everything I am, everything I have. I swear it.”

The drums beat on around you, the celebration continuing in the background, but in that moment, the world felt like it held only the two of you, wrapped in a love you hadn’t dared dream of, a love that had grown against all odds.

And as you stood there, feeling the warmth of his hand on your stomach, you knew that whatever came next, you and Rollo would face it together—with joy, with strength, and with a love that was stronger than any doubt, any fear, any past that had once divided you.

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Call of Thunder

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Fandom: Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Sample Size: 1,215 stories

Source: AO3

[rolloollor]

The first chapter of my mallerollo vampire AU is out! I'm really excited to finally share this fic!!

Haixin has once again agreed to provide us with lovely artwork! Rollo looks amazing here. So much gravitas! Perfect for a vampire~ Not every chapter will have a piece to go with it, but I know each one we get will be amazing!

The fic is just over 40k long. It's in the same category as Sacerdos in my head, which maybe will make sense after reading both or maybe it won't. But there's a nice role reversal in this fic, so look forward to seeing different sides of both Malleus and Rollo.

Summary of the fic:

On a trip to an abandoned village, Malleus Draconia encounters more than simple ruins. A living relic, once called Father Rollo Flamme, lies in wait in the bowels of a decaying church...

[fantasydreamland]

Answered Prayers

ragnar lothbrok x fem reader

Summary: After being captured by the Vikings your prayers to god remain unanswered, as you come to realize they always have. An intriguing Viking man teaches you of their ways, and all your prayers are answered. (No language barrier & Ragnar is unmarried for the sake of the story).

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smuttt, maybe some fluff, loss of virginity, p in v, angst, kidnapping/violence/raiding in opening story, possible spoilers.

Word count: 3763

I’m very into Norse spirituality so I loved writing this

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Everyone in the city moves in a panic as the bells ring, alarms in response to the Northmen pulling up to your shores. You find a spot in your house to hide and clutch your cross close to your chest as you pray to god to protect you from these heathens.

A bang startles you as a Viking man kicks down your door. Your heart races as you hear him tearing apart the house searching for valuables. You hear screams outside and continue whispering prayers to god begging him to keep you from being found.

The Viking eventually finds you hiding in a corner between your bed and the wall. Your heart stops when his bright blue eyes meet yours. His eyes examine you from head to toe before he smirks.

“Please… please don’t kill me.” You beg through oncoming tears. “Take whatever you want, just please.”

“Come.” He reaches his hand out for you to take.

You look up at him with furrowed brows in confusion.

“You said I can take whatever I want.” The man says. “So come.”

“No, no, please. Please don’t hurt me…” You cry.

“If you come with me, I will have no reason to hurt you.” He steps closer. “Otherwise…” He gestures to the axe in his hand.

You sniffle as you get up onto your feet. The Viking gestures his hand out to you again which you reluctantly take. He rushes out of the house, dragging you along with him. A small shriek escapes you as your eyes take in the dead bodies and blood everywhere. The man pays no mind to any of it as he pulls you through the city and leads you right out the front gates and into their Viking camp.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” A large Viking man with long dark hair approaches you. You pull away as he tries to brush hair from your face.

“Leave her be.” Your captor says as more of the men come over to ogle at you.

“Why? She is a useless Christian. Only good for one thing...” The man smirks at you.

“She is mine, keep your hands to yourself Rollo.” Your captor replies. “That goes for all of you! No one touches her, she belongs to me.”

You take a small breath of relief before your captor grabs your hand again and leads you far from the group and into a tent.

“Sit.” The man gestures to a small cot. “What is your name?”

“(y/n).” You say as you sit.

“(y/n)…” He hums. “Interesting name. I’m Ragnar Lothbrok.”

“Thank you Ragnar.” You say lowly.

“For what?”

“Out there, protecting me from the other men…” You respond. “And I guess… thank you for not killing me.”

“Like I said to the men, you are mine. They will not harm you as long as you are with me, understand?”

You nod your head.

“What are you going to do with me?” You ask.

He smirks in response before looking you up and down, making you nervous.

“I have not decided yet.” He shrugs with a smirk still on his face.

**********

The journey back to their land was long and dreadful. You had never been on a boat before and the ride made you nauseous. Ragnar kept a close eye on you and made sure no one bothered you.

As soon as they dock Ragnar quickly sneaks you away like he is trying to hide you. He leads you to his small farmhouse outside of town.

“Am I your slave now?” You ask once inside.

He laughs at your response and you scowl.

“I have no need for slaves.” He shrugs.

“If you wish to cook or clean for me, or do other things…” He smirks at you suggestively, making you blush. “I would certainly not object, but you will not be forced to do anything.”

“So I am not a slave… but I am not a free woman?” You question.

“Yes.” He simply responds.

“Then why am I here?”

“I do not know. The gods have not revealed your purpose to me yet.”

“There is only one god.” You say sternly.

He laughs again making anger rise in your cheeks.

“Maybe your god will reveal to you your purpose then.” He says teasingly.

**********

The next couple days were surprisingly peaceful. You did not dare to try and leave the house. Although he never asked you to, you cooked and cleaned mostly to have something to occupy your time but Ragnar appreciated you either way. He would disappear for most of the day to god knows where, but when he returned you would have a hot meal waiting for him.

Ragnar would ask many questions, about your life and your god. You asked about him in return and he told you all about his adventures and of his gods.

“Are you a virgin?” Ragnar asks out of nowhere while you are eating supper.

You choke on your drink, the question taking you off guard.

“Pardon?”

“Well, you are unmarried right?” He continues. “I have heard Christians remain virgins until they are married.”

“Well, um, yes. It would be a sin otherwise.” You respond shyly.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why is it a sin?” He asks with curiosity in his tone.

“I- um, I don’t know. It’s just a sin. You should only make children with your husband or wife.”

“Well, that is a bit silly isn’t it?”

“What is so ‘silly’ about that?” You scowl.

“Because making children is not the only reason to have sex.” He shrugs.

“What do you mean?” You ask, heat rising in your cheeks from annoyance and another feeling you couldn’t quite place.

“Do they teach you nothing?” He raises his brow.

“Not really… especially us women. They keep us sheltered from everything.”

“Well,” He says, taking the food bowl from your hands and placing it down.

He leans towards you until his breath brushes your ear, sending shivers up your spine.

“Sex can provide you with the greatest of pleasures…” He says lowly in your ear, your heart races. “If you know where to touch.” His fingers graze up your knee.

“Your gods… they do not care if you sin?” You ask but it comes out as a whisper.

He chuckles.

“To our gods, it is not wrong. The gods gave us the gift of such pleasure, why would they deny us from taking it?” He shrugs.

“I guess that is true…” You whisper.

“I can show you our ways, if you want.” He says with a devilish grin, moving his hand back to your knee.

“What? No. No I- Um, no… thank you.” You stutter, taken aback by his offer.

“Well, if you change your mind you know where to find me.” He whispers in your ear before standing and cleaning up from supper.

You go to bed early, trying to hide your flushed cheeks since your conversation. Ragnar eventually begins to lightly snore from the next room that was only separated by a thin wall with gaps you could see through. His words replay in your head, “greatest of pleasures if you know where to touch.”. Curiosity gets the better of you as you lightly trace your fingers along your neck and collarbone, the feeling creating goosebumps. Without even realizing, you start imagining Ragnar’s hand as yours travels lower. You grab onto your breast before your hand continues down. Your fingers tease at the hem of your pants before slowly moving down into them. You lightly touch the sensitive skin and it sends a jolt through you making you gasp louder than intended. You hear Ragnar stir in the next room and you quickly pull your hand from your pants as you look to him, still asleep. You sigh and try to get comfortable to sleep. Everything that has happened within the last few days has left you so lost and confused. You have been praying to god every day but nothing changes, nothing reassures you and what you are supposed to do in this place. Your mind continues to race until sleep eventually pulls you under.

**********

“I would like to go into the mountain to pray.” You say to Ragnar.

“Why? So you can run away?” He gives you a teasing scoff.

You can’t hide the small laugh that escapes your lips.

“You know I would not make it very far without you.” You roll your eyes at him. “Besides, I need you to show me the way.”

“Alright then… perhaps tomorrow.” He shrugs.

“No, today.” You push. “Right now… please.”

You were desperate to have a moment of solitude and a private moment speak to god.

“Very well, we should go now while the sun is still high.” Ragnar says as he heads towards the door, you stand and follow after him.

He leads you up the hills of the forest until you reach a clearing facing the water. The stunning view took your breath away.

“I… I need to be alone.” You say to Ragnar.

“Do not try to escape.” He winks at you. “I will be just down this hill when you are done.”

You give him a grateful smile and you watch him walk away until he is out of sight. Turning back to face the edge of the cliff, you close your eyes take a deep breath as you feel the breeze brush across your face. You crouch to the ground onto your knees and bring your hands together in prayer.

“Heavenly father… Please help me to find my path. I feel so lost in this unfamiliar world and do not know what I am to do next or who I am meant to be now… And I feel… as if my prayers to protect and watch over me have gone unanswered, especially when I was taken by these people.” You pray with tears coming to your eyes. “Please god, if you are there, if you are watching over me… if you are real… please send me a sign.”

You open your eyes and watch for any sort of sign that your god is with you. Nothing happens.

“Please, give me any sign so I know you are watching over me as I have always believed.”

You wait again, and wait, and wait. The world was still, not even a stronger gust of wind to show a possible sign from god.

You drop your hands into your lap in defeat. Tears begin to roll down your cheeks until an idea crosses your mind. You breathe out a laugh to yourself feeling a bit silly for what you were about to try. You bring your hands back together but instead have a strange urge to connect to the earth. You bow, reaching your hands forward into the ground, feeling the dirt and grass between your fingers.

“Odin…” You close your eyes and begin, whispering so quietly it’s nearly silent. “Freyja… Thor… Please hear me. Hear my prayers. Help me, guide me, to who I am supposed to be now… what I am supposed to do.”

Suddenly, a raven lets out a loud ‘caw’ startling you. Your head shoots up and you look to the bird watching you from a rock to your side. Your heart races and your eyes go wide as you watch each other. A tickle on your hand makes you look down to see a white butterfly that landed on you. You lift your hand to admire it and it flies around your head before flying away, at the same time the raven flies off with it.

As your brain tries to comprehend the unmistakeable signs that the pagan gods are answering your prayers, you hear a rumble of thunder. The skies turn grey within a matter of seconds before rain suddenly begins to pour down. You stand and let out a laugh of disbelief as you spread your arms wide and look to the sky as you let out a heavy breath of relief. The rain washed over your entire being, cleansing you of your troubles. It felt like a different kind of baptism, a rebirth.

“(y/n)?” You hear Ragnar call from behind you.

You turn to him with a wide smile on your face. He noted how beautiful you were when you smiled like that, he realized he had never seen more than a faint one cross your lips.

“Are you alright?” He smiles back at you. “We should head back. Thor’s wrath may become brutal soon if we remain all the way out here.”

“No, he is speaking to me.” You smile, making Ragnar’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Your gods… the gods…” You continue. “They answered my prayers…”

“So, suddenly you believe in our gods now?” He teases. “And what of your god?”

“The Christian god has never answered my prayers. Never even given a small sign he is with me.” You explain. “I prayed to Odin, and a raven appeared… Freyja, a white butterfly landed on my hand the same moment… and Thor…” You gesture to the skies the rain continues to pour down from.

You walk closer to Ragnar.

“I want to teach me your ways…” You say lowly.

“All of our ways?” He smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“All of your ways…” You say as you move even closer until your noses brush.

He traces his finger up your neck, making you shiver. His finger continues to move along your jaw before he gently lifts your chin, making your eyes meet his piercing blue ones. “Are you sure about that?” He says with his classic devilish smirk.

Instead of responding you bring your lips to his, which was answer enough. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back hungrily, a small growl escaping him. He cups your cheeks as the rain pours down on you both, the kiss is wet and passionate. His tongue demands entrance to your mouth and you let him take the lead, following along a little awkwardly. His hands move from your face down to your hips as he pulls you against him. The hardness pushing against your stomach makes you gasp.

“Do you wish to return to the house…” Ragnar whispers, against your lips before kissing you again.

“No… I want you to take me right here… under the eyes of Thor and all the gods watching over us…” You whisper back, bringing your hand to his cheek.

Your words light a fire in Ragnar as your eyes meet in an intense gaze. He reaches out and begins to slowly pull at the strings of your dress. His eyes watch yours carefully, as if daring you to stop him. You would do no such thing. Once the ties were loose you let him pull the dress off your shoulders, completely exposing your breasts. They instantly perk up in the cold chill of the rain, droplets of water falling down your skin. A moan escapes you as he leans down and takes one in his mouth, flicking his tongue over your sensitive nipple. Your entire body felt aflame. You welcomed every cold raindrop that touches your heated skin.

His sinful tongue continues to explore down your stomach until he’s on his knees in front of you. You look down at him with lust filled eyes as pulls down the skirts of your dress, leaving you completely bare for him. His gaze meets yours as he squeezes your thighs hard and gives you a smirk.

“Ragnar what are you-“

Your words are cut off when his tongue licks your most intimate area. You gasp and whine as he begins to messily eat you. Your legs shake and wobble as you try to hold onto his shoulders.

“Ragnar I can’t…” You breathe.

He could sense you were barely able to hold yourself up. In one swift movement he hooks your legs over his shoulders and you yelp as he lifts you up. His tongue does not stop working at your bundle of nerves as he walks you over to a tree. You lean your back against the rough bark. The feeling of him was so overwhelming that you hardly felt the tree scratching at your skin. He ate you ravenously like a man starved. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, tugging lightly, he grunts against you in response. You pant as you look up to the grey rainy skies, the entire moment felt like a dream. A knot begins to tighten in your stomach and your vision starts to blur. Ragnar dips his tongue into your entrance and that is your undoing. You scream out as your thighs squeeze tightly around his head. You would be worried about hurting him but you could swear you felt him grinning against you as his tongue works you through your orgasm.

Ragnar carefully lowers you back to the ground, you feel both your body and your mind come back down to earth. You shiver as he lays you down on the cold wet ground. He removes his now soaked shirt before climbing over you and capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, you moan at the taste yourself as your tongues dance together.

He stands again to quickly remove his pants, your eyes widen at his length before he climbs back on top of you.

“Are you certain?” Ragnar asks lowly, noticing your worried expression.

“Yes but… I don’t think it will fit…” You whisper shyly.

He gives a cocky chuckle before he begins kissing on your neck.

“It will.” He mumbles against your skin.

You feel him rub his length against your core making you whine and buck your hips in response.

“So eager.” He smirks.

He slowly begins pushing in making you grimace in pain. You instantly question his reassurance that it will fit.

“Shh,” Ragnar tries to soothe you.

His lips move back to your neck kissing, sucking and biting, trying his best to distract you from the pain. You moan at the feeling before he pushes right through the barrier and you gasp loudly. Ragnar groans loudly as he feels you squeezing tightly around him like a vice. You pant heavily with tears in your eyes as you adjust to his size. He does not move until you’re ready, then he starts pushing in and out slowly. The pain soon fades and you wrap your legs around him, forcing him deeper into you.

“Please…” You breathe out.

“Please what?” Ragnar whispers directly in your ear, making you shudder.

“More…”

“More what?” He teases you.

“Ragnar, please.” You groan in frustration. “Faster. Harder. Give me more.”

He smirks before finally obliging your wishes and starts pounding into you relentlessly. You quickly begin to see stars as your second orgasm washes over you and you cry out his name. Ragnar slows his pace once you have hit your peak.

“So this is…” You pant. “This is how Vikings… fuck?”

“We fuck however we want to.” He says as he kisses your neck, still hard inside you. “Viking women enjoy riding their men like wild horses.” He mumbles against your skin, like a challenge.

“Then I shall do that…” You say as you sit up and force Ragnar onto his back.

Ragnar’s eyes widen as you move to straddle him.

“I shall ride you like a wild horse.” You look down and meet his eyes, fire in your eyes and a devilish smirk on your lips. “I shall fuck you like a true Viking woman.”

He does not take his eyes off you for one second as you start to sink back down onto his cock, causing your mouth to drop at the feeling. Being new to all of this, you awkwardly try to bounce up and down until Ragnar grips your hips and guides you to move them back and forth.

“Oh…” You moan, eyes rolling back.

You follow his direction and rock your hips back and forth, increasing the speed. The position sends tingles through your entire body. Ragnar watches you in amazement, taking in every inch of your wet naked body as your beautiful moans ring in his ears. His hands move from your hips to grab your breasts and you ride him harder in approval, earning a groan from him.

You still felt like you were dreaming. You had lived such a strict sheltered life and felt so trapped for so long… But as the grey clouds swirl above you and the rain pours down over your shamelessly naked body, as you ride this god of a man who made your entire body vibrate with life, as you cried out loud enough for the gods to hear, as your prayers had finally been answered and your path now clear, as you feel your very souls connect. For the first time in your entire life… you felt free.

Your peak hits you even more intense than any time before, zings of pleasure radiate throughout your entire being. You felt yourself cry out Ragnar’s name but the sudden crack of lightning in the distance completely drowned out the sound. Your eyes shot open and you caught a glimpse of the fast line of lighting across the mountains at the same moment you came. Ragnar digs his fingers hard into your hips as he finds his own release. A loud rumble of thunder booms as he chokes out a moan. In that moment you felt so tremendously powerful, like a you were a god and goddess.

As you come down from your high the rain suddenly becomes much lighter. Panting, you look down at Ragnar who’s grinning smugly up at you. You give him a smirk back before leaning down and capturing his lips in a hungy kiss, your tongue instantly demands entrance and Ragnar happily obliges, moving his hand to your cheek as he eagerly kisses you back.

You roll off of him onto the wet grass, the rain now stopping completely. You felt so wild and free you that had no care about the mud that had gotten all over you.

“So…” Ragnar huffs, still catching his breath. “You really believe in our gods now?”

“They answered my prayers…” You respond, also panting. “It is hard to deny their existence after all of that.”

Ragnar just grins at you.

“We should get cleaned up.” He says as he stands, lending a hand to help you up.

As you stand he pulls you into a quick passionate kiss.

“Welcome to my world, (y/n).” Ragnar smiles.

[eloquentcoconut]

TWST Magicam Usernames

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This post is just for fun.

I have stylized their handles based on Instagram.

Irl a lot of their handles would just be their name, and their bio and posts would be filled with relevant info, or they simply wouldn't have a magi account lets be ffr.

I wanted to include magicam/texting in my 'TWST Upon A Time' fic (ao3/wattpad/quotev) and I didn't want the usernames to be mundane, I'm sharing the list early.

I'd love to hear your headcannon about what their magicam usernames could be, comment or tag me in your post!

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🌹 Heartslabyul

🌹 Riddle - @ riddle.rule025

Riddle's bio would be one of the queen's rules, and would change based on what he's feeling that day, like if MC brought Grim to a festivity it would read: "Queen's rule 023."

(Initially Riddle made a magi account to help Cater study, I picked what I thought could be his fav rule: have a tea party on the 5th of every month. It's the funnest rule, probably.)

🌹 Trey - @ experimentswclover

(Trey is too modest to call himself a scientist or a baker, the 'w' stands for 'with'. Trey would post his baking and the science club's experiments.)

🌹 Cater - @ caterd.updates

Cater's bio would read: "Your daily dose of vitamin C."

(I'm surprised the game never states Cater's magi ID, but Idia's gamer handle is fair game. 'Caterd' as in 'catered' and 'Cater Diamond' and since Cater isn't a magicam monster I put 'updates' instead of 'vlogs'.)

🌹 Deuce - @ magicalwheels4lifer

(Deuce really enjoys his magical wheels, '4life' was already taken so he added an 'r' to show he's more passionate about the magical wheel lifestyle. if Deuce wasn't so straight forward, he could have a handle like 'hotwheelsluvr')

🌹 Ace - @ ace.of.the.court

Ace's bio would read: "Ace'd it!"

(Ace enjoys and is good at basketball; he's the teams ace - his name is a pun.)

🐾 Savanaclaw

🐾 Leona - @ ambitiousoutlier1

('Ambitious' is referencing 'Be Prepared' lyrics: 'our teeth and ambitions are bared.' And 'outlier' in short means 'to stand apart from other members of a group' Sounds familiar huh? 🤧 I also added a number to match with Vil and Malleus.)

🐾 Ruggie - @ bucchiiena

(There was no graceful way to incorporate donuts without running into a nut joke. Ruggie's name looks Italian, BUT 'buchi' in Japanese is referencing 'buchi hyena' meaning 'spotted/speckled hyena' Following this, iena in Italian means 'hyena')

🐾 Jack - @ moonlitxtrack00

(Jack is on the track team, his UM in EN server is called 'unleash the beast' but in the JPN server it's called 'howl to break the moonlit night.' )

🌊 Octavinelle

🌊 Azul - @ azzurrpod

(Azul means blue, Azul in Italian can be written 'azzurro' and 'pod' is from 'cephalopod' I don't know what type of octopus Azul is so cephalopod covers that.)

🌊 Jade - @ shiiock.ing

((Although he is a moray eel, Google has just informed me these eels are not electric but will bite)) (Shocking + shiitake. Referencing his UM 'shock the heart' and his fav mushroom, or at least a reference to his mushroom hobby.)

🌊 Floyd - @ whimsqueeze

Floyd's bio would read: "Nice argument. One small problem. I am inside your walls @ username"

(Floyd tags a new person in his bio to tease every once in a while, it's usually Riddle.)

(Floyd changes his mind on a whim, and likes to squeeze people, and altogether it sounds like 'whimsy')

🦜 Scarabia

🦜 Kalim - @ kalimthesun.x

('In the sun' is a phrase used to describe a favorable position. BUT that's not why Kalim picked it, he just likes the sunshine. Trying to highlight how he means well but his ignorance can make it look otherwise.)

(Kalim would unironically post motivational captions with his posts, and all of his parties/festivities.)

🦜 Jamil - @ strategicurry

(Jamil's fav food is curry, but also the phrase 'to curry favor' suits him - it means 'praising someone in order to benefit oneself' i.e. to be insincere. He's also strategic.)

💜 Pomefiore

💜 Vil - @ xfairest1oax

(Matching x's with Rook just bc. Quoting the Evil Queen "who is the fairest one of all.")

💜 Rook - @ xchausseur.d.amourx

(Rook calls himself the 'chasseur d'amour' and the x's are tone indicators that elicit "?" His feed is like his dorm room, I will not eleborate.)

💜 Epel - @ muscles.n.apples

(This speaks for itself, Epel wants muscles to be seen as the manliest man ever and is an apple farm boy. Epel would post about his manly injuries and manly sports like making the magishift team, and his apple dishes/creations.)

🦋 Ignihyde

🦋 Idia - @ gloomurai

(Idia's gamer/streamer (?) handle in the game is gloomy + samurai. He would use his account to promote his gamming channel.)

🦋 Ortho - @ cheerinja

(The opposite of Idia's handle yet one can see the similarities, siblings fr. Cheery + ninja.)

🍵 Diasominia

🍵 Malleus - @ gaogao2tsunotarou

(Call back to gao gao drgaon, and MC's nickname for Malleus: Tsunotarou. Malleus probably made a secret account with the help of MC and posts about gargoyles and the abandoned places he likes to visit. Malleus would like all of his friends' posts, even if not all of them have figured out it's him.)

🍵 Lilia - @ rougebat

Lilia's bio would read: "My follower count is the number of bats currently in my pocket."

(Rouge the bat lol, but his gamer name in twst is 'Muscle Crimson' - but I figured he'd use different handles for different interests. Rouge is from his surname Vanrouge and he's got like a vampire/bat aesthetic thing going on.)

🍵 Silver - @ swordsmansilver

Silver's bio would read: "A mirmir? A mirmir."

(His bio is a "Fault in our Stars" reference and 'a mirmir' is a cute baby way of saying 'a dormir' which means 'to sleep' You think sleepyhead is awake long enough to keep up with all the online trends?)

(Silver trains with a sword and is quite proficient, so swordsman.)

🍵 Sebek - @ number1.malleus.draconia.stan

Sebek's bio would read: "If my liege has a million admirers, I am one of them. If my liege has 1000 admires, I'm one of them. If my liege has 1 admirer, it's me. If my liege has 0 admirers, it means I have left this world. If the world is for my liege I am with the world. If the world is against my liege, then I am against the world. "

(This is the best he could do so he wouldn't hit character count.)

(He would post stuff like: "Waka-sama took a sip of tea today. Effervescent.")

☁️ Misc.

☁️ Thorn (TWST OC/MC) - @ alienprotag

(Alien + protagonist. Thorn calls themselves an alien, and protagonist is a nod to their role. They'd make their own memes and take aesthetic photos of nature, seldom themselves.)

☁️ Grim - @ thegreatgrimsorcererextraordniare

(Grim calls himself "The great Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire." Grim shares a phone with MC, not sure how literate/techy he would be. If Grim posted photos of himself, he would have 2 followers: MC and Idia.)

☁️ Che'nya - @ mischat.vous

(Mischievous with the word chat (cat) in the center. He's just a little mischievous cat guy.)

☁️ Neige - @ daydreaminsnow

(I had 'Daydreamin' by AG stuck in my head when I wrote this, Neige is naive, and wistful, I think it suits him. And of course Neige means snow.)

☁️ Skully - @ jackskellingtonsama.fan001

(Return of the fanboy, watch out Sebek! My info on Skully. J. Graves is from snippets I see online, what's the "J" stand for?)

☁️ Rollo - @ devotedsolace

(There isn't religion in the game, but with his vaguely religious wording, and guilt, c'mon now. He's devoted to his beliefs and that bell.)

☂️ Staff

☂️ Dire Crowley - @ corvidaee

Is he a raven? Is he a crow? I guess we'll never know. Loves falling for those fake/scam posts that read "like/follow/tag/share/post for your chance to win x prize" Hello 'my strange addiction' 🫠

☂️ Divus Crewel - @ creweltobekind

Fashion critic blog, posts his wardrobe, his dogs, and savage/funny fashion roast videos (that a lot of people agree with.) Also a micro influencer in that sense.

☂️ Mozus Trein - @ m.train

Bio: Husband & Father 👧👧👧🐱 | History Buff 📚 | Retired World Traveler 🌏

(He has 3 daughters?) His kids set up his account since facebook is for oldies. He only uses it to interact with their posts or talk to them. Extra: (idk if his daughters names are revealed in game, but I'm calling them: Desireea, Anneliese, and Ellery.)

☂️ Sam - @ mysteryshop.yretsympohs

Mystery shop mirrored ^ A businessman through and through. He's the opposite of Taylor Swift (BEAR with me now! 🧸) As in if you don't interact with select posts the price of eggs will coincidentally go up. Also posts cryptic ways to save on his wares.

☂️ Ashton Vargas - @ aton.ofweights

Micro fitness influencer. Like a decade ago would post 5x a day typical gym shark/gym bro selfies and workout videos, before working at nrc. He thought he'd get popular with women, but his audience is 90% men and brand deals. Only posts now if its sponsored or he remembers he has an account, and a bit of nrc coaching/games - can't give away the secret training regimen to lossing - what if rsa saw!?

🔮 This post is subject to change.

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･︵👻°

[keikaru]

Blue Brooch - TWST (Rollo & Yuu)

“Don’t you agree, Yuu?” Rollo’s eyes flicker to the Ramshackle Prefect.

“I believe magic can be a useful tool. Intent behind everything is what stirs our actions. On some level, I agree with you, Rollo. Magic…is the reason why I’m trapped here.”

Rollo narrows his eyes as a generous frown slips across his face. After a pensive pause, he crosses his arms.

“What do you mean by trapped? All barrier spells have a weak point, but that is beside the point.”

“If this is fate’s form of amusement, I’m not laughing. I want to go home, Rollo. If magic brought me to this world, then it’s only natural for magic to bring me back home…right? How can I go home?” Their words grow inaudible near the end, but Rollo catches it before the slow groan of the trap door shuts.

Rollo walks over to Yuu. He brushes the firelotus from their hair. When Yuu meets their gaze, the dying sun extinguishes in Yuu’s eyes.

Sanguine wisps flicker around them, bathing the hall in a crimson light. A solemn silence returns to the halls of Nobel Bell College. Above them, the chandelier burns red like wildfire. A sweet fragrance fills the air, and the blossoms swell and sway from the pulse of magic.

Rollo readies a wind spell to divert the fluttering flora. When he glances at Yuu again, their expression immobilizes him.

Their eyes shimmer like a deep aquamarine, like the rise and sigh of the ocean, the faraway, impenetrable blue sky. It stuns Rollo to silence when Yuu captures the sky in the blue brooches of their eyes.

And just like that, a cluster of blooms fall from the chandelier above them.

Yuu’s face betrays a longing for something else, for something beyond his understanding. Despite perusing through volumes of books, there’s no knowledge his mind can retrieve to explain the uncomfortable humming in his heart.

He retracts his hand, and glances elsewhere. Rollo clears his throat.

“Firelotuses won’t harm you. But their blooms grow more sanguine with each passing moment, so should be the expression on your face, Prefect Yuu.”

Masterpost of drabbles | AO3 | Kofi

[ryuzakemo128]

Vikings Writing Prompts

Trigger Warning:

Mention of Death, fighting, miscarriages, suicide.

If anything mentioned above triggers you. Please remove yourself and continue with your day. Your mental health is just as important as your physical health. Vice versa, as the mind can affect the body in equal measure.

Prompts for either imagines, headcanons, one-shots, anything you possibly desire. As long as it is clearly stated as to what character you want it written for. Otherwise I will not be able to satisfy the particular itch you might or might not want itched and scratched.

Characters from the Vikings Show that I am willing to write for as follows:

Male Characters

Rollo Lothbrok

Ívar Ragnarsson

Björn Ragnarsson

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Athelstan

Hálfdanr Hálfdansson

Haraldr Hálfdansson

Female Characters:

Lagertha Lothbrok

Aslaug Sigurdsdottir

Personal Note: I would also preface that I will not write things that trigger me. Things like Cheating and Affairs. At least not in incredible detail as it will harm and hurt my mental health in the long run. And if you respect my mental health, you will respect my personal boundaries as well.

If you would like to peruse my previous works in the past feel free to do so. I will not prevent nor shame those who would want to read them.

Here is a link to two masterlists that contain them.

Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02

Prompts

Listed below are prompts to choose from if you want to make a specific request for a specific character. First list being SFW and the second one being NSFW underneath the cut.

SFW - Dialogue Prompts

"Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. As much you might dispute that fact."

"You could just tell me things instead of insinuating them. Communication is important."

"Let me eat my feelings in peace and quiet. Otherwise we are going to have many, many, many problems."

"I know I can't go I'm the one getting nearly all the time."

"I don't trust anyone who would place value of one child above another. Regardless of what someone else may or may not have said."

"For a mother you play favourites quite a bit."

"Depends on what you consider to be fair."

"Aim better! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"

"You are not my problem. You are theirs. I plan to keep it that way. So neither begging nor pleading to me will not work."

Canon Character x OC/ Reader - Dialogue Prompts

"I am well enough to fight. I am well enough to move around do things myself. Do not coddle me as I were a child and I will not do the same to you."

"I was in exile, I did not abandon anybody, least of all my brother."

"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."

NSFW - Dialogue Prompts

[TBD]

Vikings Headcanons - Link

Food for the heart and soul - Halfdan the Black x Female Reader - Link

Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions - Bjorn Ironside x reader - Link

Life After Death - Bjorn Ironside x female reader - Link

[curekibouka-writing]

May I have a Rollo x reader scenario?👀👀 In which they are sorta debating, like Reader disagreeing with his views+his definition of justice(?)+both stating their own opinion and stuffs+sorta warm up to each other as the process goes on Btw, totally wouldn't mind for some angst in this if there's any u can think of fitting, that is

Thxx in advance🙏🙏 And take your time<(￣︶￣)/

Burn Your Way Out

**Major spoilers for Glorious Masquerade event**

A/N: When I realise I genuinely have trouble writing Rollo 💀 But thanks for the request, I wanted to write Rollo even though it's difficult (and probably not good) ;~;

“I apologise for having you involved in this,” Rollo settles near the Bell of Salvation, his back facing you, “But you will be safer here than with your companions. The flowers will not harm you and nor will I, so I’d appreciate it if you do not run off.” 

You did, in fact, try to run off, only to fail because he captured you with a swift immobilising spell. Crimson flowers shot up to his wrist, glowing in the delicious magic they can suck from him, but he put you down without a flinch. 

As he finishes instructing you to stay put, he places his handkerchief over his mouth and gazes far outside, into an abyss of fiery flowers. Waves and waves of screams devour the night’s silence. He sees, he hears, and his dead eyes come alive with an icy smile as all the red blazes in them. 

“Are you satisfied?” you snap, “Destroying so many futures, crushing so many dreams.” 

He stays silent for a moment. You know that he knows. 

“Magic had shown me a dream too,” he stows away his handkerchief, “and destroyed a future too.” He straightens his back, “I will not let it happen again.” 

“And you think it’s worth it? You think this is justice?” 

“Of all people, of all creatures,” he turns his gaze to you, no more red in his eyes, only an ashen wistfulness left in its place, “I had thought you would understand. Magic is evil, all it brings upon us is calamity.” 

“You are bringing a calamity upon this city, you—” 

“It’s for the right cause. Magic is power, power that corrupts us, blinds us, power that we are not ready for. A world without it… a world like yours must be fairer, kinder.” 

In a world like yours, he thinks, his brother would’ve lived. 

“A world like mine? Aha… ahahahaha!” You burst out laughing, catching him by surprise, “So you’re blaming magic for unfairness? Have you seen the world? We are all corrupt from the start, we are blind from the get-go. Aren’t you the perfect example?” 

You can almost see the anguish boil in his eyes, flaring dangerously like a monster in the dark as it reaches the brim. He pushes through flowers latching onto him to take a strong step at you, “I am not…!” His voice does not follow that momentum. 

“You are caged. Caged in a cycle to prove your ‘justice’ to no one but yourself. So don’t expect me to understand. I’m not any kinder or any blinder without magic.” 

“You—” Rollo looks at the city outside once again, and now the noises pound inside his chest like the tolls of the bell. He dislikes it, this awareness that he is making a mistake and despite all he still charges forward. It reminds him of innocence, of recklessness. It reminds him of childhood, of the time when he had seen his brother faltering, heard his brother panting, yet he did not stop him. 

And perhaps you are right to some extent. How can he stop now? His wrongs not yet righted, his purpose not yet fulfilled. How can he face himself? 

“I had to do something,” he clenches his sceptre, the slightest hint of uncertainty ripples in his eyes, “How else should I atone? How else do I set things right?” 

How else can he be free? 

“You can’t.” You state coldly, piercing through the tolls in his heart. “The past is past. It’s gone. It’s dead. You can’t fix anything of it no matter what you do. All this,” you charge right up to him, easily moving through the flowers reaching up to your calf, throwing a hand toward the fiery pit outside, “All this! Is pointless, selfish, stupid. You are covering up a mistake by making another, you can’t justify a lie with another.”

The voices shrieking “That’s not true, that’s not true!” in his head every day, voices that crush every attempt to waver his conviction, are somehow quieter when it’s you who speak. He can hear you over them. 

He wants to take another step toward you. He wants to listen to you. Maybe you are not wrong, maybe you can free him. 

He moves, but his feet are pinned in place, chained by fire crackling in whispers. They tell him it was his fault. They tell him this is his duty. They tell him he must fix it with his own two hands. 

His eyes widen as if he is suddenly awake. A powerful blast peels you off the ground, throwing you away from him. 

“My past cannot be gone. My past cannot be dead! You don’t understand what I must entrust my hopes to just to get by. You don’t understand after all.” 

Flowers coil around his wrists, yanking his arms downward, and he doesn’t fight them. 

You slowly get to your feet�� he didn’t hurt you as he promised. You approach him again, he looks so, so small against the fiery crimson pulling him into their grasp. 

He does not back away. He wordlessly regards you with his dark eyes, letting you come close enough to look into his eyes as well. What do you see in them this time? 

With a loud snap, you grab the vines on his arms and rip them off. You take his palm and shove the now harmless flowers in it, “They are dead. You are alive. We are alive. Their path has reached an end and you’re not walking on it. Our paths are ours to pave and you have no right to it. Don’t entrust your hopes to what isn’t yours, you will never be free.” 

Rollo considers your words hesitantly, falling to silence. And for the first time, you see no flame or ash in his dark eyes. You see rain. It’s a thing of sadness, of change, and of beauty. 

[at1nys-blog]

Masterlist

【Ragnar Lothbrok】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Lagertha】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Björn Ragnarsson】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Floki&Helga】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Athlestan】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Rollo】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Siggy】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Aslaugh】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Ubbe Ragnarsson】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Hvitserk Ragnarsson】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ My own Valkyrja

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ more to come

【Sigurd Ragnarsson】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Ivar Ragnarsson】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Halfdan the black】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Harald Finehair】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Torvi】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Heahmund】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Gunnhild】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Kalf】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Kjetill Flatnose】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

【Yidu】

↳˳;; ❝ ᵕ̈೫˚∗ nothing yet

[mrscakeishere]

Polycakes (aka @polychromicron-persei-8) and I are still in the Christmas spirit (it's not Twelfth Night yet!), so we have a Christmas fic for you and everyone @goodomensafterdark to enjoy.

A Not So Secret Santa is a humorous and fluffy tale of Crowley surprising Aziraphale with a gift... and a secret (Rated Teen, 4,477 words). Excerpt below.

A Not So Secret Santa

‘Twas the night before Christmas—well, technically it was 4am Christmas morning. But time is a social construct so, as far as Aziraphale was concerned, it wasn’t yet Christmas morning and wouldn’t be until the sun rose on the horizon, which no one in London could see anyway because of all the fog (not to mention the buildings).

But where were we… ‘twas the night before Christmas and in Aziraphale’s home, the angel was silent, reading a tome. Well, in truth, he was wondering if they’d have a white Christmas this year, suspecting they would not, then pondering if he should do something about it.1

When down in his shop he heard such a clatter, he sprung up to go see what in Heaven’s name was the matter. He also shut his compendium of Christmas poems and no longer felt the need to make any of his thoughts rhyme.2

Aziraphale rushed downstairs to seek out the origin of the rhyming ruckus, only to find Crowley lurking around the Christmas tree. This was a rather unusual move for Crowley as usually he lurked himself to the sofa, or the chair or, more often, to Aziraphale’s wine collection.

Continue reading at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52676419

[ladyosen]

Fic Reclist from October 2024

Another Fic Reclist featuring some of the stories I read in October. Twisted Wonderland. Featured ships are Jack/Jade, Malleus/Rollo, Trey/Jade, and Vil/Epel.

Twisted Wonderland

I Want You by TheFabFox-Jack/Jade.

After a chance encounter, Jack and Jade start to see each other in a new light. This is a sweet, fun romance that I highly recommend!

see you next time by istilllikekhr-Malleus/Rollo

Malleus starts to visit Rollo once a week and Rollo warms to him despite himself. Sweet romance with Rollo being his stubborn self.

Drowning by Indigo_and_teal-Trey/Jade (WIP)

An accident in flight class brings Trey and Jade close. The characterization and development is delicious, with a clear attention to detail.

all my bad behavior, a necessary strain by loudernow-Vil/Epel (NSFW)

Fun Vil/Epel smut fic where Epel gets drunk at a party and Vil also indulges a little too much.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Crimson Flowers_Part 3

A.N: Part 3 of my TWST OC in Glorious Masquerade event.

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist  

-----------------------------------

She felt herself falling, unable to grab a purchase. 

Even as she screamed, she kept falling. 

Then she stopped… 

But for some reason she couldn’t seem to stop screaming. 

“Mia!! MIA!!?” 

Mia jerked upwards violently, desperately trying to find her bearings. When she did, she saw Grim floating around her head, worried eyes on her. 

“Minion!! Are you alright? You were silently screaming and writhing! I was about to go get someone!” 

She stared blankly at him so long, chest heaving, with silent tears poring down her face, that made Grim worked himself into more of a panic. 

He was almost out the door, when she managed to find her voice, “Wait, Grim! Come back!” 

She barely blinked, and he was hovering above her once again, “Oh, are you back? Are you okay?” 

So a nightmare then?

Of when she was falling last night.

A shudder ran through her body. If Malleus hadn’t caught her….

Another shudder ripped through her. 

“Mia! Are you sure you are okay? You looked like you were having a terrible nightmare.” Grim stated, floating down to drapping himself over her lap, even as his large eyes looked up at her. 

She sniffed once before trying to rouse herself, reaching up to wipe away the tears. 

“Was it because of last night?” he asked quietly. 

She looked down at Grim, “Yeah, I guess so.” 

“Well, you have nothing to fear! We are all okay and so are you! And in fact, we are so okay, we have a ball to attend! The two of us will be the coolest there! I’ll be much cooler but, you know, you’ll be up there too!” 

Mia couldn’t help the quirk of her lips as she rested her hand on Grim and gave him a stroke, “Oh, I can’t even competition with my little Grimling? What a sad day.” 

Grim grinned, “Don’t be too sad! I don’t want your tears to ruin my outfit!” 

Mia snorted feeling this light banter was easing her night terror, “You don’t have to be anywhere near me if you think I’ll cramp your style.” 

“If you don’t get your act together, I won’t.” 

Mia mocked pushing him off and Grim laughed, “Good! Now, let’s go!! Time to get ready for the ball!” 

Mia hoped that by the time she put on her costume and makeup that the night terror no longer showed in her face. She was still a little shaken up, but she wasn’t going to bring anyone else’s mood down. She grabbed her mask before heading out with Grim.  She was feeling a bit better by the time they met up with everyone, however in an interim, Rook siddled up to her side. 

She looked up at him to see a rare bout of seriousness. He leaned down, his voice quiet, “Are you okay, Mia?” 

She was surprised. Why was he asking that? No one else had noticed anything, so she began to relax thinking that perhaps she’d get away with it.  She shook herself to reply, “I’m fine.” 

“Oh? Your eyes are a bit redder, and you are a bit quieter than normal. Is there something on your mind?”

Mia fought not to panic. How the devil did he even see that? She took great pains to make sure that she looked presentable. No one else seemed to realize. She knew that Rook was a great hunter, but she did not ask to be his target!! 

Especially not tonight. 

So she fell back on her tried and true tactic. She gave a delicate sniff and looked away from his penetrating gaze, “My sinus’ acting up. Don’t mind me.” 

“Hmm….”

She was glad when they all started walking towards the ballroom. She discreetly tried to get away from Rook’s prying eyes. Mia had mentally prepared herself for being back in the ballroom, but when she finally got there, she froze. All she could see for a brief moment, was the room being filled with fire lotuses, and then she was falling… 

Falling… 

She managed to shake herself, grateful that no one else realized her predicament, too caught up in the restored ballroom. 

“I’m going to the restroom. Be back in a flash.” She tossed to the nearest classmate before spinning on her heel and exiting the room. 

She hadn’t realized that Rook had made his way to her side and had been standing next to her. He could tell something was off the moment, Mia and Grim rejoined them that evening.

This just confirmed it.

So, it did have something to do with last night. It seemed the terror of last night had all but faded for them, but for Mia it still lingered. He waited a beat then, “Epel, I am running to the restroom!” 

“Don’t take too long! They are starting soon!” Epel stated with wide eyes. 

“Oui, oui! I would not miss it for world!” Rook grinned before quickly exited the room. 

It took no time, for him to find Mia standing by the restroom, looking lost in thought. “Nightmare?” 

She jumped almost a foot in the air, “Rook! Warn somebody!” 

“Nightmare?” He simply repeated, leaning on the wall next to him. 

She looked away from him with a mumble, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” 

“Nightmare of…what happened last night.” 

“You are a like a dog with a bone.” she muttered, “I’m fine, Rook!” 

“A hunter must have perseverance and patience! Something I have an abundance of!” Rook smiled before turning serious, “I’m sure last night was probably harrowing for you, especially if Malleus hadn’t caught you.” 

“Please stop….” 

“Mia, you shouldn’t keep this to yourself! If you don’t want to talk about it with me, that’s fine, but you should talk to Professor Trein at least.” 

“And say what? That I keep seeing myself fall. I mean, if Malleus hadn’t caught me, I would have died.” Mia let out a breathless sob and squatted to her haunches. Rook followed, her eyes sympathetic, “This was the first time, I actually felt my life was in danger in this world and couldn't do a thing about it. And then, if I had died, I wouldn’t have seen my parents again. Is that what you want to hear? We have a ball to get to, I’m not trying to cry here, it’ll ruin my makeup.” 

“Do not worry about that right now. Beauty is partly taking care of your appearance, but it’s also about nurturing your spirit. And right now, your spirit is hurt. I could not in good conscience, as Le Chasseur D'amour, let it go, especially tonight. I take it, seeing the ballroom, brought it back?” 

Mia managed to nod. 

Rook squatted in front of her and took both his hands in hers, “Mademoiselle Trickster, you are fine! I know they are pale words, but you aren’t dead, and you aren’t hurt. None of us are. I know you are playing ‘what if’ and that is valid, but the reality is that you are okay. You are okay, hm?” 

Mia gave a jerky nod and whispered, “I know.” 

“Then say that: ‘I’m okay, and I’m alive.” 

Mia looked embarrassed and whined, “Do I have to?” 

“Oui! If you want to say it in French….” 

“Ain’t nobody got time for that, right now!! It’s embarrassing enough in English.” 

Rook smiled, “Then?” 

“.....” 

“.....” 

“If you take this long then someone will come find us.” 

“I’m okay and I’m alive! There! Happy?!” 

“Oui!” 

A moment passed then: 

“....Thanks, Rook.” 

“Of course! How can I not take care of my freshman?” 

Mia stood up with a small smile on her face. Since she said all of that, embarrassing as it was, she did feel a little better. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” 

“I cannot promise that. You should tell Professor Trein or your nurse when you get back.” 

“I’ll talk to Nurse Annabelle, when we get back, but don’t ruin anyone else’s night, huh?” 

“Very well. But if something else bothers you tonight, come find me. I’m availing myself to you and I expect you to utilize it.” 

Mia giggled, “Okay, fine! Do I look okay though?” She suddenly began fussing over herself. 

“You are a beauty, as usual, Mia. Although…” Rook whipped out a handkerchief and expertly began to dab around her eyes, “There, that will have to suffice. Your eyes aren’t that red, so I think if you are okay now, you will get a pass. Not from me, mind you.” 

“Yes, thank you. I can’t decide if I should be grateful or not that you are this aware but thanks anyway.....I think.” 

Rook laughed as he put away the handkerchief, “Then mademoiselle, allow me to escort you back in! And I hope that I can save a dance with you.” 

Mia rolled her eyes but took his offered arm, “I suppose it’s the least I can do.” 

When she returned to the ballroom, she felt a little better about being in there. Rook looked at her questionably and she gave a small smile. By the time she saw her school performance, her night terror was the furthest from her mind. She was floored but still had the presence of mind to pull out her camera to record it. 

When the devil did they even do this? 

Although Grim invited himself to the dance, spinning around, it was charming but embarrassing at the same time but Mia supposed if everyone was having such fun it was fine. 

Afterwards: 

“Hey, when did you have time to practice this whole song?” Grim questioned. 

Deuce was apologetic, “Sorry about that Mia! We would have asked you to join if we’d known you’d be coming on this trip sooner.” 

“Then I dodged a bullet!” Mia cried, “I told you, I don’t dance or sing for that matter in public!” 

Malleus blinked, “But you did yesterday.” 

“That was different. That is a group dance where everyone is dancing. Kinda hard not to. But a performance like this? I’m shocked you got Idia up there!” 

When Professor Trien remarked to capture this moment on film, Mia held up her camera with a grin, “I’m way ahead of you Professor!” 

“Did you capture the entire performance?” Professor Trein asked surprised. 

Mia gave a devious cackle, “Naturally.” 

Professor Trien gave the smallest smirk, “I’m sure everyone will love it and be horribly jealous they couldn’t be here in person.” 

Mia said nothing although she smiled. So even Professor Trien had a bit of a devious side. Haha! 

—

As the dance got underway, Mia really did slip away to go to the restroom. When she returned, she was accosted by a group of boys from the other school. 

“Wa! I had heard there was a female student at Night Raven College! I’m so stoked to meet you!” 

“I heard, you don’t even have magic! How did last night go for you?” 

“Don’t ask such question?! No one want to relieve last night!” 

“I’m sorry! I don’t mean to put you on the spot! I just wandered from a non-magical standpoint what it was like!” 

“That’s not the issue! I kinda wish we had a female student on campus! Having just guys can be an eyesore!” 

Mia blinked at the conversation that flowed around her. She hadn’t known even she would garner attention. After all, she was a lone magicless female at an all-boys college. But then she thought wryly, maybe that was the problem: She as a lone magicless female at an all-boys college. 

“Oi, human!” Mia looked up to see Sebek passing by, “Surely you will dance with Malleus-sama, tonight! As his friend, you owe him a dance!” 

“Wait, you are friends with the Malleus Draconia?” one arcane student cried. 

“Well, she does go to school with him. Why wouldn’t she be friends with him?”

“Are you friends with everyone at your school?” 

“Well, no….” 

Sebek smirked, “Yes, she does have that privilege.” 

Mia glowered at him. She wanted to strangle him, but she replied sweetly, “If your young lord asks, I shall let him have a turn.” 

“Oooh….” the students sung. 

Sebek grinned, “I shall relay these tidings! Malleus-sama expressed that he hoped to dance with you tonight, so naturally I must see that my lord's wishes are fulfilled.” 

When Sebek had left, a student asked, “Why does he sound like a courier or something?” 

Mia busted out laughing, “Or something!” 

“Well, miss, may I have this dance? It’s rare that we get a co-ed dance! I cannot pass up the opportunity to dance with a young miss.” 

“A young miss?” Mia was embarrassed, “....Well, how can I say no?” 

“Pardon me…”

Mia and the group surrounding her looked up to see Riddle. Deuce was shuffling quietly behind him. 

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but may I borrow Mia for a few minutes?” Riddle asked. 

“Oh, certainly! Mia, we’ll be back!” 

The group disperse and Mia gave a sigh. 

“Sorry to interrupt your festivities, Mia.” 

“It’s fine, I didn’t expect anyone to roll up on me, two seconds after I returned.” 

“Why not? You are part of Night Raven College.” Riddle smiled once, but before he could say anything else, Rook and Epel passed by. 

“Have you not danced yet, Mia? Surely someone asked you! If not, may I have your first dance?” Rook asked with a wink. 

“Hold on a minute, please!” Riddled stated before asking Mia, “I was wondering if I could have your first dance, actually.” 

“Oh la la!! What confidence is this! Bold strike, to the very heart of the matter!” Rook exclaimed, laying his hand on his chest.

“It’s not like that!” Riddle snapped, “It’s just I realized, a moment ago, that there is a Queen’s rule that needs to be followed!” 

Epel looked incredulous, “Now? Of all times, NOW?” 

“Yes, the rule states that if a gentleman finds himself at a function with a lady, he must dance her first dance. I hadn’t quite realized, until now, that we indeed have a lady present, at a function that requires that as a gentleman I must dance her first dance with her.” Riddle colored as he looked off, “By no means do I mean to be forward.” 

“Fine! But Mia will owe a dance with me too!” Epel stated, “If Vil hears that I didn’t dance with Mia he’ll throw a fit!” 

“Uh, why?” Mia asked. 

Rook answered for him, “It’s rare that we have co-ed functions! Vil wanted Epel to experience dancing with the fair maiden to broaden his perspective.” 

Mia blinked at this. She didn’t realize she’d be quite popular at this function. She was going to need a major battery recharge after this. 

She held up her hand, “Okay! Fine, I owe you and Epel a dance. Malleus will find me later. I guess the other student will be put in line. Now never let it be said that, I cause you to disrespect the Queen of Hearts, so Riddle, I shall dance with you first.  Now, please….” 

“Alright, I’ll see you later, Mia!” Epel chuckled before leaving. 

Rook grinned, “Indeed. I too wish to turn the most beautiful woman at this ball.” 

Mia sighed, although there was amusement in her eyes at the compliment, “Rook, I’m the only woman here.” 

“All the more reason for you to be the most beautiful woman tonight! Ciao!” 

Mia turned to Riddle, “Okay…” 

However, Riddle hadn’t turned towards her, and she just noticed Deuce, who had been silent the whole time. 

“Is there something else?” 

Deuce finally burst out, “Riddle, please, I can sit and wait until you are finished!” 

Mia frowned, “Huh?” 

“That will not do. The rules state that….” 

In a rare show of fashion, Deuce interrupted his dorm leader, making Mia’s eyebrows shoot upwards. He looked strangely out of sorts, “I know, Riddle! But we can’t both dance with her at the same time like this! I can just sit still until….” 

“Absolutely not! How would that look? We are both Heartlabyul students and we both need to follow the rule! The only solution would be for both of us to dance her first dance at the same time.” Riddle had turned red by this point, but Mia quickly realized it wasn’t from anger, “I’m aware of how awkward this is, already! I do not wish to complicate matters nor be a bother to a fellow dorm leader.” 

“Alright! It’s fine! We’ll work it out!” Mia interjected, “Now, are we going to dance or….?” 

“Forgive me, Mia.” Riddle finally stated, looking her in the eyes. 

“It’s fine.” 

A moment passed before Riddle cleared his throat and held out his arm. Mia took this arm as Riddle glared at Deuce. Deuce blushed once before offering his own arm, that Mia took with her other. 

Mia didn’t know how this was going to go, but let them figure it out. They both held onto one of her arms as they moved back and forth. It took a bit, but Mia got the rhythm. It was obvious that even Deuce was following Riddle’s lead. 

She giggled once, quite suddenly. 

“Something wrong?” Deuce asked. 

“Ah, well. I’m not one to really say this, but giving this unique situation. Let’s see….what if two girls wanted to dance with you at the same time. How would you feel?” 

Riddle had a delicate coughing fit while Deuce lowered his face to the ground. 

“Yea, you’d feel some type of way.” 

“I’m sorry, Mia.” Riddle spoke, “I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”  

“Oh, no. I’m not uncomfortable, unconventional as this is, but I am curious about something.” 

“Hm?” At this Riddle twirled Mia, making Deuce release her hand. Then, when she finished, Deuce carefully twirled her making Riddle paused. 

Mia didn’t even miss a stride, “I can’t say I don’t like this rule, but it’s strangely….” 

“Common-sensical?” Deuce muttered, making Riddle glare at him. Deuce shrugged in apology. 

“Yes, pretty much.” giggled Mia. 

“Well, the story goes that the Queen of Hearts had gone to a ball in a foreign land, but the none of the men danced with her, although there were plenty of men for the women. She as so angry that she made this rule, seeing the lack of manners.” Riddle explained. 

“I think the men might have been scared of her.” 

“Scared or not, it was good manners to invite a lady to a dance. That is all there is too it.” 

“I like that story. As a young lady myself, for once I applaud one of the Queen’s rules. Though, what would happen if there isn’t a lady presence?” 

Riddle just looked at her, “Obviously, if a lady isn’t present, the rule doesn’t apply. Generally we have socials, it’s just guys, so it’s never come up. We’ve rarely had co-ed socials, in which case, the Heartslabyul students must take care not to offend the ladies with horrible manners. Since there is more than one lady, in that case, we don’t normally have this situation.” 

Mia looked amused, “So what if, there is five of you and only me, then what?” 

Riddle gaped, looking like he was going to have an aneurysm. 

Deuce looked panic, “Don’t asked that!!  He almost blew a gasket at the mere thought!” 

Mia only laughed. 

—

Rollo made his way towards to Professor Trein. 

He was glad to be away from Malleus Draconia. Just the mere sight of him made his stomach crawl. He would one day bring doom! He knew it. Why couldn’t anyone else see it? 

But his thoughts were distracted as he glanced out towards the dance floor. Why were there two students dancing with that female student at the same time? 

He raised an eyebrow, “May I inquire as to the nature of this group dance?” He asked, gesturing once towards the group. 

Professor Trein had been watching his students since the social began. Jamil was already chatting with a Noble Bell College student. Strangely, Ruggie had started a conversation over the food table already. He shook his head, he’ll allow it. Idia hadn’t moved from the pillar. He could only be grateful he was even in said room and that he participated in the singing event. He supposed he’ll give Idia this boon. Even Silver and Malleus was already dancing and making conversation.

But after spotting most of his students, he couldn’t find Mia. But then she returned, so he assumed she left to the restroom. At first, she seemed overwhelmed when a bunch of students accosted her, but she seemed to have settled down in the interim. Then he saw Sebek, Rook and Epel come up, until finally he saw Riddle and Deuce. It took him a minute, but he realized something. 

He answered, “Ah, yes. It reminded me that a rule of Heartslabyul had come up most unexpectedly.”

“Oh, I had heard that the students of that dorm conduct themselves according to those rules. There were 810, correct?” 

Professor Trein gave a small smile, “That is correct! This one states that if a gentleman finds himself at a function with a lady, he must dance the first dance with her.” 

Rollo blinked, “The first? It’s that oddly specific.” 

“Indeed. As dorm leader, Riddle wants to set an example. I cannot fault him for wanting to obey those rules. Being as both he and Deuce are Heartslabyul students, I suppose this was the best way they could obey said rule.” 

“Most interesting.” Rollo remarked. There was a beat of silence, then, “Please excuse me.” 

Professor Trien watched Rollo go. Before he left, her resolved to speak to the other teachers of Noble Bell College. He did not agree with what Rollo did, but since Malleus, Idia and Azul reported their findings to him discreetly, he was sympathetic. Rollo still needed a fair bit of guidance and Professor Trien would see that he got it. 

—

“President!” 

Rollo looked up to see his Vice President and Aide as he made his way around the room. 

“Hey, you shouldn’t pass up this opportunity!” his Aide grinned. 

Rollo sniffed once, “Which one?” 

The Vice President grinned as well. 

Rollo felt a bead of sweat run down his back, but didn’t show it. When these two grinned like that, it never bolded well for him. 

“You should ask Mia to dance!” 

“Why?” 

Both Vice President and Aide looked dumbfounded, then the Vice President was practically flailing his arms, “Come on! She’s the only female student at an all-boys magic school! This is an opportunity you shouldn’t miss! We rarely have co-ed socials to begin with.” 

“I still fail to understand why.” 

“Not to worry, President! I shall aid in this endeavour!” his Aide cried, and before Rollo could stop him he disappeared into the crowd. Rollo would have growled, but instead he brought his handkerchief to his face, hiding his scowl. 

He did not need this kind of help! Although, if he already suffered the presence of Malleus Draconia, as not to appear rude, he supposed dancing with a magicless female was a piece of cake. Yes, that’s right. She didn’t have any magic. 

He was feeling calmer already. 

Mia finally made it to the refreshment table and was sitting down for a spell when, the Aide appeared with a smile. She smiled back. 

“Mia, right?” 

“That’s right.” 

“Good, uh, can you do me a favor?” 

“Oh?” 

“Could you dance with Rollo?” 

Mia felt her heart stop for a minute. With Rollo? The reason why she fell last night? The reason for this whole endeavour last night? She didn’t think that he would want to dance with her. She quickly collected herself, taking a sip of her water. 

“He wants to dance with me?” she asked as a stall. 

“Well….um….” The Aide gave an embarrassed laugh, “Vice President and I put him up to it, to be honest.” 

This was the part when she’d retorted that Rollo could ask himself, but she held her tongue. It wouldn’t do to seem impolite. 

“If it’s not too much trouble…” came a calm voice behind her that almost had her spitting out her drink. 

She looked over her shoulder wide-eyed up at Rollo. He looked at her once before holding out his hand wordlessly. Both Vice President and Aide were all smiles. 

Guess that choice had sailed….

She placed her hand in his cool one before standing up and following him. This was the most awkward dance, she had yet. He was quiet. She was fine with that, but this was the awkward kind. Well, she wasn’t going to say anything before he did. 

“I’m sure you have opinions about last night.” came the quiet voice. 

She snapped her head up to look at him. He was looking at her, his expression unreadable, “I’m curious as you do not have magic. Do you not think the world would be better off without it?” 

She gazed at him amuse, “You are asking my opinion? Are you sure?” 

“Yes. Tell me.” 

“You sure?” 

He glared at her. 

“The world I come from, magic does not exist except in storybooks.” 

Rollo looked intrigued by this, “Then it must be a better place than here.” 

Mia would have laughed but instead snorted, “Duh no! You think that because there is no magic, people will suddenly hold hands and sing Kumbaya? People always find something to fight and whine about. Magic doesn’t make a person good or bad. They are good or bad to began with and will use their magic accordingly. Magic itself isn’t inherently bad, it’s the people that use it that’s the problem.” 

“You’ve been indoctrinated by mage teachings, I see.” 

Mia rolled her eyes this time, “You asked for my opinion.” 

“So I did. Thank you. It only reinforces that even magicless people are influenced terribly, and we must find a way to stop this.”

“......I’m sorry for your loss.” 

That was such an abrupt change that Rollo tripped on a step once. But he quickly regained his balance and glared at her. 

She continued quietly, looking at him, “I wondered what would make a person attempt such a thing. It must have been painful to live with.” 

Rollo’s voice was tight as he gazed down at her, “And you still want to keep your opinion?”  

“Yes, I do. I don’t know what happened. Were the mages around you bad and didn’t care or did they not realize what was going on? I still think it wasn’t the magic, it was the people themselves.” 

“Don’t talk like you know anything.”

“My apologies….” Mia inclined her head once. 

When they finished their dance, Rollo released her and said amicable as if nothing has happened, “Thank you for the opportunity. Please enjoy the rest of the social.” 

“You too.” She stated before heaving a sigh and making her way toward the refreshment tables. She heaved another sigh before sitting down. She should have gotten another drink, but she felt unexpectedly drained after that encounter. 

Even after all this, he still felt he was in the right. 

“Are you alright, Child of Man?” 

Mia looked up, “Ah, Tsunotarou….if you’ve come to collect your dance, you’ll have to give me a minute.” 

Malleus gracefully took a seat next to her, “Do not concern yourself with that. I saw that you danced with Rollo.” He leaned closer, eyes riveted on her, “Are you okay?” 

“Yea, I’m fine. My battery about dead though.”  Dancing with Rollo took about 35% right there! 

“Hm, that’s the internal one, correct?” 

Mia giggled, “Yeah, Idia has the right idea, right now.” 

Idia had barely moved from behind the pillar since the start. Some of the other students came to speak with him, but he refused to dance. 

A glass was sat down in front of her, and she looked up to see Silver standing next to her “Are you okay, Mia? That must have been nerve-wrecking given….the situation.” 

Sebek glared once in Rollo’s direction as he stood on the other side of Malleus, “He wasn’t untoward to Malleus-sama’s friend, was he?” 

She smiled gratefully up at Silver before taking a sip. With a roll of her eyes, she answered Sebek, “Malleus-sama’s friend is fine, thank you.”

“Good, so you will dance with Malleus-sama then!” Sebek stated. It was not a question. 

“Sebek, calm down. This is one area that, we as his retainers, are not needed.” Silver admonished. 

“Please don’t feel pressured.” Malleus suddenly looked troubled at Mia, “I do wish to take a turn on the dance floor with my friend, but I won’t force you.” 

“I don’t feel forced. I was just surprised that, so many wanted to dance with me. I assumed I’d be hugging a pillar much like Idia.” 

“Surely not!” Silver cried, “If anything, our students would dance with you at least once. You’ve probably had enough dancing, but if you want, Sebek and I will dance with you as well.” 

“I..what?” Sebek gaped. 

Silver glared at Sebek. 

Sebek snapped to himself, “Ahh, of course! Human, I’ll dance with you! As Malleus-sama’s friend, and I as his retainer, should not allow you to feel remiss. In fact…” 

“Don’t hurt yourself, Sebek.” Mia interrupted, “Stop while you are ahead.” 

Sebek wisely took the out as Mia looked up at Silver, “Thank you, Silver. That’s very kind of you. However, I do owe your lord a dance. I’ll pay up now.” 

She smiled at Malleus who took the hint and gracefully stood to his feet. He held out his hand with a smile, “Very well. Mia, may I have this dance?” 

She placed a hand in his, “Certainly!” 

Sebek was beaming, “It’s about time.” 

“Your commentary is unnecessary, Sebek.” Silver sighed as he watched Malleus and Mia head to the dance floor. 

“Hush! I shall not miss a moment of this even for your inane chattering.” 

Silver rolled his eyes then. 

Malleus and Mia smiled as they glided along the dance floor. 

“Thank you for accepting my invitation, Child of Man.” 

“Of course! You know what they say…” 

“Which one?” 

“The best is always saved for last.” 

Malleus laughed. 

FIN.

[the-weirdos-mind]

Too blunt Emma. Too blunt 😂

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The final chapter of my mallerollo vampire AU is out!! We're up to 335k words of mallerollo I've posted to ao3, which is a big fucking number.

Another beautiful piece from Haixin this week!! It shows the difference between how these characters started out in this fic and where they've ended up~

This chapter is short and shows a little bit of what """life""" will be like for Malleus going forward.

Summary of the fic:

On a trip to an abandoned village, Malleus Draconia encounters more than simple ruins. A living relic, once called Father Rollo Flamme, lies in wait in the bowels of a decaying church...

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EVENT OUTFIT EDITS Rollo Flamme "Ghost Marriage" Suitor Version & Eliza as your "Red Flag" Bestie ~

For the ones who spammed requested the edits we made to add to the final #NRC twst-and-drag of Glorious Masquerade ~ As to why Eliza is pulling out the red flags, well for sure it isn't only because Rollo is shorter than 180cm ༼ ･ 〜 ･ ༽╯

“Ghost Marriage” Suitor / Groom Series , fan-edits by @k-looking-glass-house and twiwoncrackpopcorn ~ full series & others can be checked under the hashtag #twst event outfit edits below.

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