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Tales Under Northern Stars

Halfdan the black x female reader! Vikings era. A/N: Please excuse any mistakes - English isn't my native language! PS: I love Halfdan sooo much! Vikings / The last kingdom oneshot requests are open! Feel free to send your ideas 💕

Flames danced in the hearths of Kattegat's Great Hall, casting long shadows against wooden walls stained dark with years of smoke. The clash of drinking horns and bursts of laughter echoed through the warm air, heavy with the scent of mead and roasted meat. She sat on one of the wooden benches, her fingers tracing the rim of her drinking horn while warriors around her boasted of their latest raids.

Harald Finehair's voice boomed above the others, his elaborate braids swaying as he gestured wildly, telling tales of his conquests. Yet it was his brother who drew her attention. Halfdan lingered at the edge of the gathering, his thoughtful eyes scanning the crowd over the rim of his drinking horn. Unlike his brother's elaborate appearance, Halfdan's simple leather tunic and quiet demeanor spoke of a man who preferred observation to spectacle.

"You there!" A deep voice cut through the noise. "The one from foreign shores. What tales do they tell in your lands?"

Heads turned. The leather of her seat creaked as she shifted, lifting her chin. Her fingers stilled on the drinking horn.

"In my lands?" The corner of her mouth curved upward. "In my lands, we speak of creatures that would make even your dragons seem tame."

A low murmur rippled through the crowd. From his position, Halfdan's head tilted slightly, his attention caught like a hawk spotting movement in the grass.

Someone thrust a fresh horn of mead into her hands. The sweet scent wafted up, mixing with the smoky air.

Her voice carried across the hall as she wove her tale. She spoke of waters that turned to mist without warning, of creatures with teeth longer than swords that could snap a longship in half. Her hands carved shapes in the air, drawing invisible maps of treacherous waters and distant shores. The flames in the hearth seemed to dance with her words, casting ever-shifting shadows that brought her monsters to life on the wooden walls.

The sound of boots against wooden floorboards drew closer. Halfdan had left his corner, finding a seat within arm's reach of her. His eyes never wavered from her face, dark and intense like the depths she described.

The last words of her tale hung in the air like morning mist over the fjord. Before the spell could break, Halfdan leaned forward, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his face.

"These waters you speak of," he said, his voice lower than his brother's but no less commanding. "Have you sailed them yourself?"

She met his gaze. The flames reflected in her eyes matched the ones in the hearth. "Some secrets," she replied, lifting her drinking horn in a subtle salute, "are only shared with those patient enough to discover them."

His lips curved into a half-smile, a challenge accepted in the quirk of his eyebrow.

The crowd's attention shifted as Harald called for music, his voice carrying over the din. Drums began to pound, their rhythm matching the crackling of the flames. Around them, people moved to clear space in the center of the hall, benches scraping against wooden floors.

"Your stories," Halfdan said, shifting closer until the fur of his cloak brushed against her arm. "They speak of dangers, yet your eyes show no fear of such creatures."

She turned the drinking horn in her hands, watching the mead catch the firelight. "The most dangerous creatures I've encountered walked on two legs, not fins."

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. "And yet here you sit, among warriors and raiders."

"Here I sit," she agreed, meeting his gaze. "Perhaps I find danger... interesting."

The drums grew louder. Harald's voice rose above them, calling for his brother. Halfdan's jaw tightened, a flash of irritation crossing his features.

"Brother!" Harald approached, his elaborate braids swinging with each step. "Why do you hide in corners when there's celebration to be had?" His eyes fell on her, a knowing smile spreading beneath his beard. "Ah, though perhaps you've found better entertainment than what I offer."

She rose from her seat, the movement fluid and deliberate. "Your brother was just about to tell me of his own adventures at sea." Her eyes found Halfdan's. "Unless, of course, he fears his tales might pale in comparison to mine."

Harald's laughter boomed across the hall. Halfdan stood, his height bringing him close enough that she could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.

"My tales," he said, voice low enough that only she could hear, "are better shared away from my brother's ears." He gestured toward the open doors of the hall, where stars glittered above the sleeping village. "Perhaps you'd care to hear them under the sky your monsters swim beneath?"

Behind them, Harald called for more mead, already distracted by the festivities. The drums continued their steady rhythm, but their beat seemed distant now, secondary to the quiet tension stretching between her and Halfdan.

She took a step toward the door, then paused, looking back over her shoulder. "Lead the way, poet. Show me if your words can capture the night as well as they capture attention."

The night air bit at their skin as they stepped outside, a stark contrast to the hall's warmth. Few torches lit the pathway, leaving the stars as their main source of light. She walked slightly ahead of him, her steps purposeful despite the slippery frost beneath their feet.

"You never answered my question," Halfdan said, matching her pace. "About sailing those waters."

She arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps I didn't find the question worthy of an answer."

"And what would make it worthy?" His voice carried a hint of challenge.

Stopping abruptly, she turned to face him. "Men like you and your brother," she said, her words sharp as ice, "think you can demand stories like you demand tribute. But my tales?" She stepped closer, close enough to see his breath mist in the cold air. "They're not won through demands."

Halfdan's eyes darkened. "You judge quickly for someone who knows nothing of me."

"I know enough." Her chin lifted. "I know you sit apart, watching, judging. I know you think yourself different from the others, more... refined." Her lips curved into a taunting smile. "And I know you're burning to prove me wrong."

He moved suddenly, backing her against one of the wooden posts that lined the path. His arm rested above her head, but he didn't touch her. "You speak boldly for someone surrounded by warriors not her own."

"And you loom like a man trying to intimidate a woman who clearly isn't afraid." Her eyes glittered with defiance. "Is this how you usually charm foreign visitors, Halfdan the Black? With poorly veiled threats?"

Something shifted in his expression – surprise, perhaps, or admiration. His lips twitched. "Most foreign visitors don't challenge me quite so... directly."

"Most foreign visitors," she countered, making no move to escape his proximity, "probably don't interest you quite so much."

The tension between them crackled like static before a storm. Halfdan leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You think yourself clever."

"I know myself clever." She tilted her head, her next words a deliberate provocation. "The question is, are you clever enough to keep up?"

A low chuckle rumbled in Halfdan's chest. He didn't back away, seeming to savor their proximity. "Most who challenge me so boldly usually carry a weapon."

"What makes you think I don't?" Her hand brushed against her belt, where a small knife rested. The movement drew his eyes downward, exactly as she'd intended.

"Clever indeed," he murmured, gaze traveling back to her face with deliberate slowness. "Tell me, does your husband know you taunt strange men in the dark?"

She matched his intense stare. "Tell me, does your wife know you corner foreign women against posts?"

His smile grew sharper, more predatory. "You answer questions with questions."

"And you avoid answering entirely." She shifted slightly, but instead of moving away, she leaned closer. "Though I notice you didn't deny the wife."

"Nor did you deny the husband." His free hand came up, fingers hovering near her face but not quite touching. "Though I think we both know the truth."

"Do we?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, matching his tone. "And what truth would that be?"

"That no man would let his wife wander so far from home." His fingers finally made contact, tracing a feather-light path along her jaw. "Or speak with such... defiance."

She caught his wrist, her grip firm but not rough. "Bold of you to assume any man could 'let' me do anything."

Instead of pulling away, Halfdan turned his hand in her grasp until his fingers wrapped around her wrist in return. The pad of his thumb found her pulse point, pressing lightly against the quickened beat.

"Your heart races," he observed, satisfaction coloring his words.

"Fear does that," she countered, though her smirk betrayed the lie.

"Fear?" His other hand came down from the post, bracing against the wood beside her hip. "Is that what you call this?"

She released his wrist only to fist her hand in the front of his tunic, pulling him closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "What would you call it?"

The tension snapped like a bowstring. Halfdan surged forward, claiming her mouth with his own. The kiss was fierce, hungry, a clash of dominance that matched their verbal sparring. Her grip on his tunic tightened, but before she could pull him closer, cold steel pressed against his throat.

He pulled back just enough to see the small blade she'd somehow drawn, his eyes darkening with something between amusement and desire. "Dangerous indeed."

"I did warn you about creatures with sharp teeth," she reminded him, the blade steady in her hand despite her breathless state.

Instead of backing away, he leaned into the knife's edge. "And yet, I'm not the one who drew blood first." His thumb brushed across her lower lip, showing her where his teeth had left their mark.

"Perhaps I like drawing blood." The knife traced a path down his neck, not pressing hard enough to cut.

"Perhaps," he growled, "I like letting you."

This time when he kissed her, the knife clattered to the ground. Her hands found his hair, his shoulders, anywhere to anchor herself as he pressed her harder against the post. His beard scratched against her skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips.

"BROTHER!" Harald's voice boomed across the yard, followed by his raucous laughter. "So THIS is where you've been hiding!"

They broke apart, though Halfdan kept her caged between his arms, his forehead resting against hers for one more moment.

"Your timing, brother," he called back without looking away from her face, "remains impeccable as always."

She laughed, the sound rich with promise. Ducking under his arm, she retrieved her knife from the ground. "Perhaps the gods are telling us something."

"The gods," Halfdan caught her wrist as she turned to leave, "will have to be more persuasive than that." His voice dropped lower, meant only for her ears. "This isn't finished."

"No?" She twisted her wrist free, but let her fingers trail across his palm as she did. "Then consider this a tale left untold, poet. For now."

"I will find you again," he promised, his eyes intense in the starlight.

She walked backward toward the hall, a smile playing on her lips. "I expect you to try."

Harald's laughter followed her as she disappeared back into the warmth of the great hall, leaving Halfdan staring after her, the taste of her still on his lips and the ghost of her knife at his throat.

#vikings #halfdan the black #vikings x reader #ragnar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #halfdan #x reader #reader insert #oneshot #the last kingdom

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mary-ann84 · 1 year ago

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Hi everyone

I have been only lurking, reblogging. Responding the best I can.

Have been dealing with a Burn Out since the end of last September. And during that time my sister father inlaw passed away unexpectedly. And my grandmother passed away a few days before her 100th birthday.

It has been a physical and mental rollercoaster to say the leadt so I was not able to write.

But I am so much better then were I was. I have come a very long way. Crawling back up. Having patience is the key wich is sometimes easier said then done.

I have more good days then not so good ones. And I have to keep in mind to keep balance. Wich is hard when you have lots of energy and you feel like you can do a lot.

Also slowly going back into work.

So patience, balance, letting shit go and putting myself first is what I am learning / doing.

I am slowly getting backing into writing

But I need to update my taglist, because I have a feeling there are some people that are on that list who are not on tumblr anymore.

Also maybe you would want to be taken or added.

Now I know Dumblr is a champion at letting people know they have been tagged 2 or 3 years later, but I am hoping people will get this.

Also I was wondering if there is a person or peolpe that would like to beta read my work, because my burn out brain can mis a few things 🙈.

So send me a message if you want to stay, added or removed let me know.

If you are like eehm I thought I was already on there then let me know to.

And if you are like who do you write for and what have you written? Then check out my masterlist.

And lastly to the people who have tagged me, send requests or an ask. Know that I have seen you. I will get to the asks request in due time. To my fellow writers who have tagged me. I have a reading list that I am also getting to.

Just taking my time 😊

Love you ❤️

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lexeriaopyra · 4 months ago

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Masterlist for writings I will right for,Requests are open

Rules:

No pedophilia

No zoophilia

No rape/molestation

Allowed pairings:

Platonic Male x Female

Platonic Male x Male

Platonic Female x Female

Romantic Female x Male

Romantic Female x Female

Romantic Male x Male

Aged up characters!!!

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Pregnancy +Giving birth

The Fandoms I write for

Movies:

Dances with Wolves

Lords of Chaos

Metal Lord

Corpse Bride

Nightmare before Christmas

Coraline

Box trolls

Twilight

The Lord of the rings

The Hobbit

Series:

Desperate housewives

The Simpsons

Futurama

Hannah Montana

Prison Break

Merlin

Vikings

Video games:

Bramble The Mountain King

Dragon Age origins

Dragon age 2

Dragon age Inquisition

Elder scrolls Oblivion

Elder scrolls Skyrim

Assasins Creed

Red Dead Redemption

Tomb Raider

Hunted the Demon's forge

Books:

Percy Jackson

A Court of thorns and roses

Chronicles of Narnia

The Fire Thief

So please ask me anything

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mass-effect-galaxy · 1 year ago

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Assassin’s Creed Valhalla Cinematic 19: A Breviary of Broken Hearts

Randvi receives an unusual request from Essexe: Ealdorman Birstan and his wife Estrid need help in dissolving their marriage. Because divorce is not an option, they have planned for Estrid to be kidnapped by Viking raiders.

That's certainly something Eivor and her longship full of valkyries can help with.

#assassins creed valhalla #assassin's creed valhalla #ac valhalla #eivor varinsdottir #eivor wolfkissed #female eivor #Youtube

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trendnfun · 1 year ago

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WWE Raw Results: Winners, Live Grades, Reaction and Highlights from July 17

Welcome to Bleacher Report's stay protection and recap of WWE Raw on July 17 in Atlanta, Georgia.

With SummerSlam quick approaching, WWE is in full planning mode to arrange the entire matches for the occasion. One feud particularly that was superior this week was Brock Lesnar vs. Cody Rhodes.

Tag group motion was additionally a serious focus this week. The girls's tag titles have been on the road when Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez put the belts on the road in opposition to Sonya Deville and Chelsea Green, and Alpha Academy took on The Viking Raiders in a Viking Rules match.

We additionally noticed Matt Riddle lastly get an opportunity to face Gunther with out Ludwig Kaiser and Giovanni Vinci at ringside.

Let's check out what occurred throughout Monday's episode of Raw.

The Beast Confronts His Nightmare

The Atlanta crowd welcomed hometown hero Rhodes again with open arms as he made his solution to the ring to open the present.

He spent a second speaking to the group earlier than addressing Lesnar, who he referred to as out instantly. The Beast by no means confirmed up, so The American Nightmare put the deal with his mom within the entrance row and requested the followers to acknowledge her.

As Rhodes was making ready to go away, Lesnar's music hit and he ready for a combat. The music stopped after which began up once more. Rhodes marched backstage after which got here stumbling again out after The Beast nailed him with a chair.

The former world champion proceeded to utterly demolish The American Nightmare proper in entrance of his mom. Lesnar accepted the problem for SummerSlam to finish the section.

With Rhodes being so over in his house state of Georgia, it was a sensible transfer to begin the present with this. It put numerous warmth on Lesnar and helped maintain their feud going successfully.

Grade: B+

Notable Moments and Observations

It's type of humorous to understand that we by no means get to listen to Rhodes' music for very lengthy since you begin listening to components of the track you will have by no means heard earlier than.

You can inform Rhodes' mother has been across the enterprise for many years as a result of watching her son get beat up barely phased her.

Matt Riddle vs. Gunther

Riddle and Gunther met for a Money within the Bank rematch, however this time, The Bro did not have to fret about Kaiser or Vinci getting concerned due to them being banned from ringside.

The IC champion discovered himself on protection and needed to counter a number of submissions instantly. When he left the ring to regroup and Riddle adopted, Gunther took him down with an enormous chop and a physique slam to fully flip the match round.

The Ring General did his greatest to slap the soul out of Riddle's physique, however The Bro saved himself within the combat and took each single a type of brutal photographs to the chest.

After placing up combat, Riddle was unable to kick out after a powerbomb. This was a hard-hitting match that confirmed off the variations and similarities of each males. The crowd was closely invested and handled The Ring General just like the villain he's.

Winner: Gunther

Grade: B+

Notable Moments and Observations

The CGI animals for Riddle's entrance have been rhinos, however Corey Graves referred to as them chubby unicorns.

They did job making this really feel fully completely different than their MITB bout.

Both guys had a pink chest after they traded a bunch of stiff chops.

Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez vs. Chelsea Green and Sonya Deville

Judgment Day got here out to present a promo about their varied feuds and storylines. As normal, Dominik Mysterio was booed an excessive amount of to speak.

Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn got here out to speak slightly trash, which led to Damian Priest difficult them to place the tag titles on the road in a match, which KO angrily accepted.

Before the promo, Rhea Ripley attacked Rodriguez and injured her knee, making her a primary goal for Green and Deville of their title bout.

We returned from a break to see the match in progress. Green and Deville saved Morgan remoted with fast tags, however it did not take too lengthy for Rodriguez to tag in and assist her companion out.

This match ended up being far more aggressive than anybody might have predicted. The crowd was noticeably extra invested as time went on, however lots of people appeared upset to see the titles change arms when Deville scored the pin on Morgan.

The girls's tag group division may by no means be absolutely fleshed out, however the groups WWE has been pushing currently are doing job of constructing the matches enjoyable.

Winners: Sonya Deville and Chelsea Green

Grade: B-

Notable Moments and Observations

Every member of Judgment Day will get a unique response from the group, which is fairly uncommon on the subject of stables.

The method Samantha Irvin says Chelsea's identify throughout her entrance is so humorous.

It's nice to see Deville being handled like an even bigger menace. WWE used her to place different individuals over for too lengthy.

The method Deville broke up a pin with a working knee to Morgan regarded superior. The digital camera was within the good spot so Deville solely entered the body on the final second.

Alpha Academy vs. Viking Raiders

Chad Gable and Otis battled Erik and Ivar in a Viking Rules match in an try and put their feud to mattress as soon as and fo....read more

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fabseg-creator · 2 years ago

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Miraculous OC: Valkyria

Presentation:

Hilda Cröm is a 14-15 year old teenage girl who works as barmaid in the tavern of her native village with her parents.

When she isn't at home, she watches Swordsmanship training sessions. Hilda desires to become a Swordmaster but women can't be admitted as warriors in her village (because of archaic laws written by the elders since many generations).

She has a crush for Harold Faramir, the adopted son of the Clan chief Faramir V also the heir for the throne.

In the village, she has friendship with:

Sven, a ginger-haired boy (15 years old).

Shuri (14 years old), a black girl who had escaped slave traders. Since, the tavern is her refuge.

Loth and Astrid, the twin siblings (16 years old).

Olaf and Arwen (both 9-10 years old).

Ulrick, the strong boy of the group. He is also comical (15-16 years old). He has a love interest on Ingrid Faramir.

About Ingrid Faramir, she's the biological daughter of Faramir V and Harold's adoptive sister. She is sometimes accompanied by three sidekicks. She is the rival and bully for Hilda.

Backstory:

The day when Hilda received the Ladybug miraculous, she walked in the beach at 2-3 miles away from home. She found there an unconscious stranded man named Thor. She rescues him by bringing back to the Chaman hut.

The saved man reveals to her he was a Asgardian retired prince who had travelled across the World as a warrior. During his journey, he obtained a magic box which is in fact the Miracle Box. His goal: To prevent the Jormangund cult, a evil sect commanded by a sorcerer called the Leviathan from stealing the box. Fascinated by Thor, Hilda requested him for take her as her apprentice but he refused.

Later, the village was attacked by Leviathan raiders. They came to steal the Miracle box and to assassinate Thor. Despite his not recovered yet condition, Thor set out to fight the raiders using the Dragon miraculous to slash them down. But in reason of his wounds, he is defeated by the remain raiders. Panicked, Hilda took out the Ladybug miraculous (without the autorization of the man in question) met Tikki the kwami of Creation and transformed herself into Valkyria, a viking-themed superheroine. She went to vainquish the last raiders, liberated her village and, with the help of the villagers (especially Harold), saved Thor (preventing him from his execution). With the Lucky charm, she reversed damages and restored victims attackers had caused previously.

After the battle, Thor thanked Valkyria (already knownledging she was Hilda under the form) and finally decided to secretly learn her to the Viking path as her apprentice.

The saga of Valkyria has begun.

#miraculous au #miraculous oc #oc character #viking au #hilda cröm #valkyria #my art #miraculous fanart #miraculous fanfic

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viking-raider · 1 year ago

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Heya! Do you do requests? If you do would you write something in henry and the reader where she has a bad body image (uneven labias), and Henry actually loves it and eating her out is his favorite thing to do?

I'm not taking requests atm. I have one or two body image issues and other image-type issues fics, for Reader and Henry, in my Master List. Some are smutty, others are not.

Body Shape

Henry's Love

Sweeter Things

Henry's SuperPower

#henry cavill #viking-raider fics #Requests #Requests are Closed #Viking-Raider Requests

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 3 years ago

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Hello! how are you? I don't know if your requests are still open, but I would like to ask Ragnar something... with a lot of dirt, something like Ragnar falls in love with a Christian she meets his desires with a lot of dirt... lol thank you! (sorry my first language is not english) 😝

Thank you so much for this request, you have no idea how much your support for my writing means. Not proofread we die like men

Requests are open

Little Doe

4,166 words

Warnings: Fluff, smut, P in V sex, oral sex (M and F receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, running away to live with a handsome Viking, talks of religious repression and arranged marriage. While this sort of fits with the cultural timeline, I must stress that it's all consensual. Period typical treatment of daughters and women.

Ragnar sees you from far away on a raid. It's love at first sight, and now he has to have you.

He had been trudging through the woods when he saw you, crouched by a stream in nothing but your undergarments washing your clothes.

He was awestruck, it was like Frigg herself had opened up a window to Valhalla to shine upon you.

The rustle of other raiders behind him pulled him out of his daydreams; you in the river, coming out with your clothes stuck to your form.

"By the Gods, she is beautiful" at that moment Ragnar hated the sound of that man's voice, you were his alone to look at, to admire.

"She's not yours to pluck Olaf, we must stay quiet or we'll reveal our position." Ragnar felt like a wolf staring down a doe, you would be his.

He gave a whispered order to the rest of his men "we have no idea how many people are in the area, we need to backtrack and go through a more dense area of forest."

His men listened without a question, he knew he was just adding hours to their journey but there was no way he would put you in their path.

"Frode take them men around the back while I stay here and check for scouts" Ragnar knew there were no scouts in the area, the men here were lazy and clearly didn't know how to fight. He was there to take a longer look at you, maybe he would even get to hear your voice.

He moved closer methodically, being careful not to make a sound, then he slipped on a loose rock.

You're head shot up at the soft sound, you have heard rumours of men from the north coming to your shores and you were prepared. Your damp clothes forgotten, you reached behind a rock to produce a sword.

Ranger watched as you took the stance of a warrior, sword held in hand like a practised expert. He felt pride spread through his chest, maybe his little doe was more of a wolf than he thought.

He slinked away, content at his first experience of your beauty.

Your POV

You were being watched, you could feel it like cold hands running up your back. A soft crack directed you towards a cluster of trees, for only a brief movement you saw a flash of white flesh and the outline of a large man.

A realisation of both fear and excitement crossed over you, the Northmen were here.

"I saw a man in the trees this morning father." You had mentioned it in passing while you chopped the vegetables, your Father was sitting in a wooden chair doing nothing, as usually.

"It's was probably one of the boys spying on you, I really wish you would wash from the well, you will dishonour my good name if you keep it up."

You hated the man, he was a lazy, rude, drunk. Not only that, but he was planning on marrying you off to the highest bidder the moment your older brother left. You were already late to marry, having turned down every suiter at your door, your Father would be very displeased if he found out you had no plans on marrying the man he had lined up for you.

Ragnar POV

He could not think of anything other than the feel of your skin under his hands, he imagined it would be soft but with the hardness of village life underneath.

He imagined the children you would give him, he could see girls as brave and beautiful as you, with his eyes and your hair.

He imagined you as his Queen.

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Your POV

It had been three days since you saw a flash of a man by the river. A storm had come upon the area, God was angry for some reason, maybe it's because you couldn't stop thinking about a faceless man whisking you away from here, away from your Father and your wrathful God.

"We need water!" your Father's voice was far too booming for your small home. It was pouring outside, the rain so cold it had turned into shards of hard ice.

"Father I collected enough for the day this morning" you knew you should have kept your mouth shut but it was so cold out there, and your bother had taken all your furs to go hunting.

He was not having your backtalk, before you knew it, you were being tossed outside, and the bucket was being launched at your head. "Go get some water from the river or you will sleep outside tonight."

The only thing you could feel was the cold, you were soaked the moment you started walking, but you could hear the river racing close by.

Wary of the things that might be lurking in the woods, you walked as fast as you could in the almost pitch dark. You hoped your Father had the sense to start a fire for your return.

As you got closer, the raging river was spitting icy water at your face, it felt like the brush of tiny knives. You have moved to a slower moving area pilled with rocks, at least if you fell in here you wouldn't be swept away. But it was slippery and the heavy bucket was weighing you down, all it took was one foot wrong and you were falling into the unforgiving water.

Ragnar POV

He had split from the group to have some time by himself and found himself by the same river he saw you washing in three days ago. His thoughts drifted to you for the millionth time that day when he heard a pained shout, his head flung over just in time to see your form falling under the water.

His legs were moving before his brain gave him permission, he could see you losing the flight to the cold and the current. He did not hesitate to pull off his tunic and drive into the shallow water after you.

The cold didn't bother him, many swims in the frozen North Sea had prepared him for this very moment, he reached you with speed he didn't think was possible, it was as if Hermod the Swift had taken control over his body.

Your POV

This must be the coldness of death, your lungs burnt with the urge to breathe, you had seen people disappear under the cold water more than once, you knew you had to get out but the rolling surface was drifting suther and further away.

Then you felt it, an agonising heat that felt like the hands of a demon, and then you could breathe. The last thing you saw was a face and a mass of hair before you passed out.

Ragnar POV

You were shaking and there was no life to your skin, gone was the woman who looked ready to slit him from navel to nose, he felt as if he was holding the most fragile thing in all the nine realms.

He saw the looks he was getting as he came upon his tent, he did not care. Your clothes were stuck to you in the worse way possible, he could almost see them sucking the heat from your skin.

"You can never let someone stay in wet clothes, they will steal the warmth from someone. I've seen people die faster from wet clothes than from the cold water" He was ever grateful for Kattegat's healer, the insistent that everyone learns how to treat a drowning victim had never gone astray.

This was not how he imagined removing your clothes for the first time. In his dreams, you were awake and responsive, he imagined you would moan like a valkyrie.

He chose to advert his eyes while he pulled off your life-sucking clothing, he would look at you when you were awake and soft and small under his touch.

Duty done, he wrapped you in as many furs as he could find and went about building a fire close enough to the tent that you would be able to feel its warmth.

****

Your POV

God must have taken pity on you, for you were sure you were in heaven. You were wrapped in something warm that smelt of spices and musk, you could hear the crackle of a fire and smell the burning wood.

Except as you opened your eyes, you didn't think heaven would look like a small canvas tent. When you sat up, you could see someone sitting just inside the tent, the man shared the same shape as the man you saw in the woods days ago, the man that picked you from the icy depths.

The warmth meant that it took time for you to realise you were naked. However, you felt no pain, only heat and safety. Regardless you looked for a weapon and your eyes fell on a small dagger in the corner.

"I'm not going to hurt you little doe, there's no need to stab me" his voice was foreign but friendly, his tongue slid over the words like cream falling over baked apples.

He looked like one of the paintings in the church, made by God himself and painted in his image. He had the kindest blue eyes you had ever seen, like pools of seawater in the winter.

"Thank you sir, but I must go back home. My Father will be worried sick" you knew he wasn't but that didn't matter, the rumours would spread fast and you couldn't be seen near a Northmen encampment.

"No, he won't, I overheard some men in your village talking about how much he wanted to get rid of you" he seemed very angry, it wasn't directed at you by you found it hard not to be scared of him.

When he saw the change in you he softened himself. "He sent you out in the freezing cold to collect water you didn't need, he hasn't sent anyone to look for you and he hasn't come looking himself." He was not being mean or harsh, his tone was kind, like how a parent explains a nastiness to a sensitive child.

You had no idea how he knew all of this. Maybe he was a demon.

"Don't be alarmed, little doe, you talk in your sleep" thoughts of evil were gone, all you could think of was this nice stranger wrapping you in his arms to keep the cold air at bay.

"You may stay here as long as you like, your clothes are almost dry." He looked so sad as if he was letting go of a bird whose wing he had healed.

"Or, you can stay and I can show you the world and make you my Queen."

****

That night had been uneventful after that, he had collected your clothes and turned his back while you dressed. When it came time to settle for the night he pressed himself to the opposite side of the tent so you could sleep in peace.

That didn't matter, by the time the morning glow drifted into the tent you were in his arms with your face pressed into his chest.

"Good morning little doe, did you sleep well?" he had a smug smile on his face, he knew something he wasn't letting on.

"Yes actually, for the first time in a long time I'm not waking up feeling like the walls are falling in on me."

"You really do talk in your sleep, I had no idea you thought I was so tall" you went to hind your face in shame but he grabbed your hands.

"There's no need for that anymore, when you come back to my kingdom you can have me as much as you want" it felt as if you'd known him your whole life, there was no doubt in your mind you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

He looked over your face carefully "So you are staying with me?"

You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders "I see no reason to go back, you've shown me more kindness in the last few hours than I've had in my whole life"

"Do you have a name little doe?" he didn't know what would fit you, he imagined it was something that reflected all he saw in you.

"Perhaps I should introduce myself first, I'm Ragnar Lothbrok, king of Kattegat and the scourge of Christians through all of England.

"I'm y/n, I have no titles or claims or royalty, just y/n." You seemed so sad, like you had been told being you wasn't enough.

Ragnar POV

He wanted to blood eagle your Father, however, he didn't deserve a warrior's death. So he would settle for raiding his village, corrupting his daughter, and then, he will make watch while he makes you his Queen.

He could see far more of you this close, the found the colour of your eyes and the fall of your hair more intoxicated than any mead or wine he has ever drunk.

His thoughts were drifting again, your hair wrapped in his hands, your lips around him. His thoughts didn't matter now, as far as he saw it you were his and he was yours.

****

The raid had ended much easier than he expected, the village was poorly defended and there was very little to take. In fact, per your request, no one unarmed was hurt and the men kept their hands to themselves.

Ragnar never had the stomach for that sort of thing, real men fought with their fists and swords so he had no problem telling his men to take the loot and leave the women.

Your younger Cousin had decided to follow you to Kattegat, wooed by Ragnar's brother's tales of women being able to learn to fight, of being able to own property and partake in the law.

The only one that was dragged away against their will was your Father. He was put in chains and made to walk behind Ragnar's horse, you could feel the steady breathing of the beast under you, Ragnar had been stunned by your care for the animal, your worry that he couldn't hold both of you.

The ride to the boats was calm, the horses trotted along stopping occasionally to eat some grass or drink some water. Your Father soon learnt to keep his mouth shut, he had met his match in Ragnar, all it took was one look and the man was shrinking away from him.

You had always been frightened of the ocean but the broiling sea may as have been an ocean breeze when you were in Ragnar's arms, you spent the journey hearing of tales from your new home and of the Gods.

As you got closer you could feel the excitement, it was like a charge in the air. Your cousin had taken a liking to one of the younger men, he couldn't have been more than 16 but he was tall and already had tattoos over his arms and chest. Ragnar told you he was a good choice, that he was a brave warrior and good man.

At the end the of last day you could see the fires of Kattegat burning in the distance and see the tall watchtowers. As the ship pulled into port you'd felt like you were coming home after being away for years, this place was so much brighter than your tiny hamlet.

****

Nightfall brought a huge feast, you had never seen so much food or so many kinds. Ragnar look at you with joy as you tried all the new things, fresh berries and tender meat that had been cooking for days

Ragnar lifted a sticky yellow goo to your mouth. You had grown to love every one of his touches, each one portraying his building affection.

"Is this honey?" There was a wonder in your voice that made his mind drift to other things.

"Try it and find out" he didn't know what you'd do, he was hoping you'd take his finger into your mouth so he could get a taste of what was to come.

You leaned forward and licked the tip of his finger, the slight of your pink tongue was making his life even harder. You couldn't help the smile that came over your face, it was the most delicious thing you had ever eaten.

You could see the expression on Ragnar's face, like he wanted to consume you whole, like he wanted to climb inside your chest and see what was going on in there.

"Perhaps you can show me to our new quarters?" you didn't want to overstep, maybe you only slept so close in the last few weeks because of the lack of space.

"Of course, my doe, it's getting late anyway."

****

The room was huge, in the middle was a vast bed that could have slept at least 4 people, it and the floor were covered in various furs and there were draws and chests throughout the room. It was lit with a few large candles, casting a soft yellow light that faded at the edges.

"This is your home now y/n I want you to have anything your heart desires"

"And if my heart desires you?"

You knew what you wanted to say but you were having trouble getting the words out. The open and casual contact was a lot to get used to. You had come from a place where you don't even kiss a man until your wedding night, and you were about to crawl into bed with someone who only a few weeks ago, you thought was a godless heathen.

"I heard some of the other men talking, they said you would enjoy me." You took another deep breath.

"I would like to be able to enjoy you as well"

Ragnar reached up to you with a soft touch, your eyes closed on instinct as he leaned in to kiss you. This was not the first time you two had kissed, it wasn't even the tenth but this one was different.

You could feel an edge, an urgency. You wanted nothing more than to collapse into him, to let him have you in whichever way his heart wished.

"I'm yours little doe"

With that you were falling to your knees, Ragnar looked a little shocked, if not very happy.

"I heard some other women talking, it sounded fun"

He let you undress him, let you run your hands over his body and regard him. You were a little taken aback when his undergarments were gone, sure you had seen one in person but it didn't look like that.

Ragnar saw your curious look, "We are much cleaner than English men, there's no need to remove anything when we bathe every day"

You suddenly looked shy.

"I'm not sure what I'm doing here" he ran his hands over your scalp, it was a gesture full of love.

"Do whatever feels right, I'll help you if you need it"

You wrapped your hand around it, you were surprised at how warm and soft it was.

"Can you show me what you like?" you wanted it to be good for him, you knew men strayed when they didn't get what they wanted.

He looked at you with such fondness as he reached down to wrap his hands over yours, his grip was a little harder as he moved your hand up and down his cock.

His head was slowly dropping back and his mouth was slightly open, you leaned forward and mimicked what you did to his finger earlier in the night and Ragnar inhaled like he was dying to breathe.

"You're doing so well my doe" Ragnar wanted nothing more than to fuck your face until he came down your throat but there's was plenty of time for that later.

Emboldened by his praise you put the tip in your mouth and sucked gently, Ragnar made the mistake of looking down at you and he realised that if he let you continue the night might end sooner than he wanted it to.

"Your turn y/n"

He stood to his full height and you suddenly felt very small. He was deliberate in removing your clothes, each piece gone was met with a brush of his hand over your skin and a kiss to your face.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" by the look on his face you believed every word.

"Lay on the bed and relax"

You knew what was coming next, all the older girls talked about it.

"It always hurts, the sooner you put up with it the sooner it's over"

"Men don't care how we feel, they just get off and leave"

"Don't deny your husband ever, it will just make him hard to live with"

Ragnar saw the change in you, his touch become gentle and benign.

"We won't do anything you don't want to do and I promise I will never do anything to hurt you, if you don't like something or it causes you pain it stops"

You wanted to weep with relief, maybe the hushed whispers between some of the women were true and this would be good.

He kissed just your face at first, then he slowly moved down your body. Over each collar bone and to your breasts, he kissed your nipples and when you let out a breath he pull one into his mouth.

He looked up at you, assessing for a change of heart. When he found none, he continued his path down your body, over your hip bones up both your legs and then towards your centre.

"You're so wet already, good girl"

"Please" You had no idea what you were asking for but he seemed to. With a practised movement he licked from your clit to your entrance and then back again.

After doing that for a few minutes, he brought your clit into his mouth and sucked softly. Your back bowed, there was no way this could feel so good.

It got even better when you felt something breach you, it didn't hurt quite the opposite, it was a wonderful pressure that created an exquisite stretch. Another gasp, this one higher and more desperate.

"More, please more" all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears and Ragnar's soft chuckle against your skin.

You felt him shift and the pressure increased, it was just past the good side of comfortable.

"I feel so full"

Ragnar didn't think he could get any harder, you were going to be so much fun.

"It's just two of my fingers my love, how about we do this for a little while then see how you feel?"

You nodded and then moaned as he pressed his fingers upwards. You were starting to feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. You felt something snap and within the next heartbeat, you were filled with amazing pleasure.

You lost count of how many times you reached that peak before Ragnar pulled away from you. He was spreading the ample wetness from his earlier work all over his cock.

"You are ready little doe?" You nodded violently.

"Remember, if it hurts we stop" the look he was giving you gave you the impression that he really meant what he said.

"Yes, please I need you"

With that, he was on top of you laying soft kisses on your lips, you could feel him moving his body around and then one hand was holding your leg open.

You felt more pressure, this time more intense.

And then it stopped and you felt as if he was going to spilt you open, he took in the look on your face and your small breaths.

"Do you want me to stop?" you shook your head.

"Do you want to stay here, just like this for a little while?" you gave a tentative nod and he pressed some more weight onto you. It was comforting, the added weight of his body added to the floating feeling that was taking over your brain.

It may have been a minute it may have been a heartbeat when you felt the uncomfortable fullness fade.

"Move please" with another kiss to your lips Ragnar began a slow drag in and out.

In out in out in out in out in out.

Your fingers dug into his arms.

In out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out.

Your back bent as you shook.

Inoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinout.

"Y/n, by the Gods you are a gift" he let out one last groan and you felt him pulse inside of you as he dropped on top of you.

You shuttered as he pulled out.

"Sore?" he sounded worried.

"No, just a little sensitive"

After a few moments, he got up and got a cloth to clean you up. Then he was pulling you into his arms and draping a blanket over both of you.

"I love you little doe"

"I love you, Ragnar"

I hoped you liked it, it's by far the longest thing I've written.

Feedback is very much appreciated.

#vikings #vikings fanfiction #ragnar lothbrok #vikings series #rollo #ragnar x reader #ragnar smut #Ragnar fluff #smut #fluff #Ragnar lothbrok

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profoundtyrantharmony · 3 years ago

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Ivar Series I Recommend #1

~123~

The devil and the snake (from @21_years_old_lady on ao3) [COMPLETE]

~A~

Girl crush -2 [COMPLETE] // Ocean Eyes (6/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @akamaiden)

The battle between love and fire (from @alexhogh7137) [COMPLETE]

May I // Just let me hold you // Addicted to love [COMPLETE] // 4,7 inches of fierceness (2/?) (from @AnUnhealthyDoseOfAngst on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]

Viking Massage (3/?) (from @angryschnauzer on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]

A nun's tale (5/?) (from @abonelessgod) [NOT COMPLETE]

~B~

Bang bang // The girl Ivar love 2-3-4 (from @bonniebird) [ALL COMPLETE]

The right woman (from @BroltaAMaga on Ao3) [COMPLETE]

That witch haunts us (from @bragisrunes on AO3) [COMPLETE]

The proposal (7/13) (from @backalley-requests) [NOT COMPLETE]

~C~

Ivar’s first (from @clumsywonderland) [COMPLETE]

Imagine being a warrior -2 (from @cbouvier23) [COMPLETE]

It's Our Secret (6/?) (from @cecesaurus) [NOT COMPLETE]

Me before you (3/?) (from @castielsangelsx) [NOT COMPLETE]

New start (8/?) (from @cocovikings23) [NOT COMPLETE]

~D~

Kindness (from @directionlessbuthappy) [COMPLETE]

Faint of heart (from @dreamwritesimagines) [COMPLETE]

~E~

Pricked by a Viking (15/?) (from @exoticinspirits on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]

~F~

Healer (10/?) (from @fandomficsnstuff) [NOT COMPLETE]

~G~

The guy next door // The boss (from @geekandbooknerd ) [ALL COMPLETE]

Coffee (11/?) (from @golden-pickaxe) [NOT COMPLETE]

~H~

A different time // Find us [COMPLETE] // Annoying (9/?) // Condition (4/?) // Kissed by the Sun (5/?) Alliance (5/?) The one he chose (7/?) Horrible Marriage (9/?) (from @heathenarmyimagines) [NOT COMPLETE]

The tinder date (from @hecohansen31) [COMPLETE]

Accidents happen // Blessed [ALL COMPLETE] // Just friends (4/?) // The milkmaid (7/?) // Latte Kisses (5/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @honestsycrets)

~I~

Hjem(los) (14/?) (from @imyourliquor-youremypoison) [NOT COMPLETE]

Unexpected Places (from @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl) [COMPLETE]

When we were wild (from @istorkyou) [COMPLETE]

~K~

Who said I was��? (from @Kirah32 on AO3) [COMPLETE]

~L~

Imagine Ivar saving you // You and Ivar love to raid // Being slave of Ivar // You save Ivar’s horse (from @lordavanti) [ALL COMPLETE]

Friends (5/?) (from @laketaj24) [NOT COMPLETE]

~N~

Redamancy (from @neme-jpeg ) [COMPLETE]

Vantalađur Ást (16/?) (from @mylifeisactuallyamess) [NOT COMPLETE]

~O~

Aarhus Universitet [COMPLETE] // We move lightly (14/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @ofhoneyandrosepetals)

Hidden love (from @otakufrenchfries ) [COMPLETE]

I'm not okay (3/?) (from @onlinevampire1898) [NOT COMPLETE]

~P~

Pity // God Jul // Move on // Crush [ALL COMPLETE] // Secrets (18/?) // Hate (11/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @peaceisadirtyword )

Healing hands (from @premiere-gaou ) [COMPLETE]

Unholy Matrimony (from @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics) [COMPLETE]

Conquer you (12/?) (from @pagan-raider) [NOT COMPLETE]

~R~

Blue eyes (from @rosepetals-flyingbirds ) [COMPLETE] [Not found anymore]

~S~

You’re different like me // Hmm ? // You are everything [ALL COMPLETE] // When he’s not around (14/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @squirrelacorngliterfarts)

Rest your weary hands (from @spaghettificationandpretzels) [COMPLETE]

~T~

Five Brothers (from @teeninpanic) [NOT COMPLETE]

Love’s labor (from @tra-sh) [COMPLETE]

Your god can’t help you now (from @theoriginalragnarsson) [COMPLETE]

Choice is an Illusion (5/?) (from @theinsandoutsofcastiel ) [NOT COMPLETE]

Lost & Found (11/?) (from @thyshadowwriter) [NOT COMPLETE]

~W~

Be ruthless // One look // Addicted (from @waiting4inspiration) [ALL COMPLETE]

I need you (from @writingstudent) [COMPLETE]

The Prince's Favorite (7/?) // Quarantine with Ivar (3/?) (from @writingsnmusings) [NOT COMPLETE]

~X~

The friend, The lover and the fool (from @xxdearlybeloved) [COMPLETE]

~Z~

Chance Encounters // Coming home // Best friend // Roommates // The summer people // No more blind date // My boss is a four letters word // Love letters and life lessons // The secret journal // Anyone but him // Love to Hate Me (from @zuxiezendler) [ALL COMPLETE] [Not found anymore]

Last Updated 01/25/23

#ivar the boneless x reader #modern ivar x reader #reader insert #ivar x reader #fluff #smut #ivar fic i recommend #fic rec #ivar fic rec

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years ago

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Super-Hubby Proof

Masterlist

Summary: you have a plan for your and clarks anniversary, but bruce has to help with some details.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, implied Smut, Femdom, MaleSub, Switch, Power Play, Bondage, implied Bdsm, Mentions of Pegging, Toys, Humour

A/n: somthing ive finally got the courage to post lol i hope someone likes it, as its different from what I normally write.

Taglist: @infinite-shite @captainsy-cookiemonster @spazzymamahenrylover @thelastsock @iloveyouyen @littlefreya @mary-ann84 @libbymouse @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @the-soot-sprite @foodieforthoughts @inlovewithhisblueeyes @viking-raider @sif-the-tsunami @luna-aestas @blakerogue @sillyrabbit81 @nuggsmum @littlebirdofrivia @hisangelicdemon @fivequartersoftheorange @pussyverson @a-little-counter-esperanto @zealoushound @amberangel112 @starstruckkittyangel @angryschnauzer

"What why do you need that?" Bruce huffed as he waltzed about the bat cave you werent allowed in but somehow snuck into and pestered him.

"I... shut up bruce you gonna help or not?" You followed grumbling as the bat of gotham tried to our manoeuvre you in the 'lair'

"No im not, not unless you tell me why?" Bruce finally growled turningmon you clearly worried about your request for kryptonite in any form, let alone bindings. You were clarks wife and bruce would allow concessions but this request made him uneasy. Why would you need clark restrained? Superman weakened? Was there foul play?

"Ugh... For fuck sake-look trust me I'm not gonna hurt him! I'm just... I just need him... subdued for a while thats all" you uttered flushing trying to avoid the reason behinde it all.

"I'm sorry y/n but I'm going to need more then that, your asking me to make restraints for the most powerful being on the planet... not least of all my friend" he huffed spinning on you crossing his arms tryingnto give you the third degree. He was slowly becoming worried, why would his friends wife need tk restrain him? His mind was mulling over every possible reason.

"He will thank you trust me... Its just a delicate issue" you tried hinting at the reason behinde it. It wasnt like you could just say it out right!

"Delicate? Are you in trouble or something? Are you going to do something stupid? Is that why you need him tied up? So he wont come save you?" Bruce frowned shaking his head whilst throwing out more suggestions, slowly becoming more and more worried.

You paused and sighed shaking your head blinking at him before slumping, deflating a little. Yoh really didnt want to risk embarrassing yourself or clark... but clark deserved this! He deserves everything. And if you had to tell beuce to make it haplen then you will. Besides you doubt the bat would repeat this information. Witn any luck he'd want to forget it completely!

"No.. no look i just... come here, i'll whisper it the walls have eyes... and ears" you leant forward and began whispering. To him, at first it was hard admitting that you and clark wanted to explore li,e this. But it quickly became easier when bruce began flushing and trying to pull away from you causing a fuss.

"Oh-OH?! wait thats his thing? You know what dont answer that im game... wait stop- no! I mean yes i fine thats enough! Please stop talking!" The bats voice got higher as his hands held yours and he attempted to pry your fingers from his suit as ou whispered in detail eactly what you were going to do to your immobilised bent over super-hubby~

"Y/n for the love of god stop! I gotcha, i gotcha... okay i'll do it but you know he will be annoyed right? Your really pushing it this time" bruce said still uncomfortable but now it was becuase of the intimate details of your and clarks sex life that youd just explained.

"I'll be fine... if you do your job right" you hummed patting him on the back and stepping away from him with a chuckle taking a little moment to relish in making the big badass party boy bruce wayne flush like a little school boy.

"I can have them ready in a week or so will that be enough to... prepare the... other bits you need?" He uttered queitly curseing the fact that he just couldnt shut himsekf up. It was as if he really were a teenager just spewing questions and muttering words just to try and rid himself of the images of you pegging his best friend.

"Yes, yes thats fine- and dont worry i've already got the strapon and the vibrating butt-" you said smirking the entire time eyeing the billionaire impishly enjoyingnthe way he looked ready yo have and aneurism or somthing. It was rare to catch him out like this, so ofcourse you were going to milk it.... much like your husband~ lucky you!

"Oh god stooopp!?" He hissed and tried to escape you once more by distancing himself from you drifting behinde one 9f the many workbenches in the cave.

"can you do one more thing brucie boy?" You purred tipptoeing forward dragging your long nails over the desk as you prowled around it stoppin beside him and leaning back casually fluttering your lashes at him pleading. He gave a hefty sigh before answering.

"What?" he asked hesitantly almost dreading whatever extra little request you had for him. You grinned and prodded his chest lightly as you spoke in an over enthusiastic tone.

"Can. You, mr big bad bat of gotham~ Sneak my gift into the fortress? He... We always go there for a few days on our anniversary" you asked whilst givin him a little tidbit as to why you wanted this potentially dangerous subduing apparatus in supermans secret club house. Bruces face dropped to confusion, then annoyance finally resting with shock and a bewildered look. Then blinked as you giggled at him. Today must be your lucky day, you'd got more reactions out of the stoic man today then you had for the entire fohr years youd known him!

"Thats where you sneak off to? Thats... Pretty weak I'd have thought he'd take you to the maldives or bahamas?" You laughed outloud and waved a hand at him, brushing off the shock. Bahamas? God somtimes you forgot this man had more money then he had sense. It was laughable that he thought clark could afford a surprize romantic bahamas trip on his salary from the daily planet. Hell even with your earnings you'd bearly afforded the trip to Disney world last year.

But bruce sat there straight faced, and slightly confused. Sometimes the man forgot what he had. He didnt think anything of jetting off to the most luxurious destinations when ever he pleased. It was pocket change to him... i mean youd had to explain what an over draft was to him once. He didnt understand how a bank account could be minus. In this sense he was actually quite adorable, feared billionaire vigilante of gotham being taught the valure of money by a random little nobody.

"Well he is only a reporter, we cant afford that and we... enjoy being normal you know? No flying or whatever... clark and y/n kent, no superman" you said managingnto get your laughter under control. You didnt want him to be offended its just gave you the chuckles when he was like this, it was sweet in a way.

"Pfft No superman? In supermans super secret kryptonian spaceship fortress?" He huffed now feeling all grumpy becuase youd laughed at him. He knew you hadn't meant to but you sometimes made him feel stupid. He couldnt help the money and lifestyle he'd been raised in. But he was slowly understanding what his wealth offered him, and it was more then the fast women and fast cars.

You smiled to him rolling your eyes and leaning down tryingnto get eye contact with him to let him know you were messing with him. After a few seconds you nudged him forceing a smile and he snapped out of his pouting.

"Tell you what you do your little thing and i will book a week in the maldives for you, all inclusive sea villa everything on my black card" he decided with a huge grin but youees almost popped out and you shook your head quickly panic washing over you. You couldnt do that!

"What? No bruce i cant let you do that"

"You can and you will, he's gonna know it was me who made this fucking contraption-" he argued but you tried to cut him off only to fall silent as he held a hand up shushing you.

"Look point is this is my ass on the line too, maldives will save me from getting roasted... literally"

"Fine i suppose i cant stop you...

"Then its a deal i will make you the....thing and it will do everything your little deviant heart desires. And in return i get to treat you and clark to a romantic holiday to try and save my own skin" he said with ,inimal cringeing whilst holding his hand out to you. You smiled warmly at him and took his hand. Yu knew he would have made your special super-proof stockades anyway but this was also his excuse to treat you and clark to a getaway of a life time. Bruce wouldnt take now for an answer, this was his way of still being the cool hard ass of gotham.

"Great its settled now leave before you start putting more images in my head its creepy!" He huffed spinningnyou around and escourting you out of the cave making you laugh.

"Are your eyes closed?" You asked you super-hubby leading him through the fortress. He smiled squeezing your hand as you dragged him down the halls.

He was excited, what ever you had planned had aroused you, you were dripping. He could smell it on the air the sweetmlness he'd soon be feasting on no doubt! He couldnt wait~ especially when youd stripped into an amazing vintage looking lingerie set, all lace and silk, stockings and snug garter belt hugging your form. You even remained in the stilletto high heels he loved you in despite you hateing the pain that came with them. He appreciated the sacrifice on your part.

"Yes yes" clark replied with a chuckle, you grinned entering the room where the magnificent set of kryptonite laced stockades were. Bruuce had done wonders taking great care to place just enough to weaken clark to that of a human man. Bruce made sure no harm would come to you or his friend. None of the kryptonite was visible, it was deeply embedded so it wouldnt irritate clarks skin. The kryptonian wouldnt know its was there untill he felt how weakend he was. Nothing dangerous, simply enough to let you have our wicked way with him.

You were excited, clark had said a few times he'd love to be powerless just once. To fall victim to you and your lust, to feel waht it was you felt everytime you gave everything up to him. He wanted to be free, free to feel and let go give in to a weaker pliant side.

And you always wanted to give that to him. To let him be vulnerable with you. Youd explored this with him somewhat, you'd topped him trying out a few things he'd hinted to b7t been to shy to ask for out right. But that was just a butt plug, he'd enjoyed it-ruined the sheets below him! So you were sure he was going to enjoy this whole endeavour. But you were a little nervous. I mean the odd finger or butt plug was one thing, but fucking him? That was something else.

"No xray peeking?" You chimed leading him closer to his metaphorical doom.

"No I promise now what are you doing?" He asked nerves creeping into his voice as you stopped him and began removing his shirt, flicking open the buttons one by one pressing kisses on the skin as you pealed the shirt open. Clark shuddered when you locked your tiny hot mouth around a nipple nibbling aspt it whilst dragging his short away.

You hummed releasing the now reddened teet with a drag of your teeth and giggled nuzzling against his warm fuzzy chest smoothingnyour hands over the plains of hard muscles, they jumped and shivered as your cool hands roamed him.

"Just relax my love~ Now spin and bend forward... there we go arms up babe" you finally spoke helping get him into place befpre quickly shucking dpwn the top of the stockades.

"Wha- babe what the fuck?" He yelped eyes snapping open and quickly tugging in a panic only to gasp and stutter when he couldnt tear free instantly.

"Do you like it?" You asked prowling around him like a cat, leathal and smooth. The stealth and grace you had in that moment was enough to bring any ,an to their knees. For a moment he was greatfull for the stockades holding him up right... well half up anyway. If not the the contraption he'd already be on his own knees befpre you pressig desperate kissing along your knee and inner thigh begging to lap at the juicey cunt hidden and weeping behinde the silk.

"This is your anniversary gift my love! A set of kinky stockades, but this set is particularly intresting there is a tiny bit of kryptonite init." You drolled smirking at him as he wriggled, breath already becomeing laboured pants and his suit pants becoming tighter. His cock already a few steps ahead, the beacon had been lit~

"Just enough to keep you in check" yu hummed disappearing behinde him a victorious smile gracing your lips as he cursed and the stockades gave a dull clunck as he tr4ied to follow you and keep you in his sight.

"Tonight mr kent you truley are at my mercy~" you purred from behinde him, tugging your harness up your thighs and securingnit on your waist letting the buckles clink so you husband could hear it. He shivered and moaned. You giggled biting your lip as you stroed arohnd before him again letting him see his suspicions were correct. You will have him tonight, just as he had you many nights before.

"Ah fuck babe- babe please~" he yipped and moaned stamping his feet cutely as you moved forward hands tagging eagerly at his suit pants and releasied the button letting the soft dark material fall to the floor, and then pinged him with the elastic of his boxers before forcing them down his hips.

"Begging already wonder boy? Im not even started. Kick" you uttered teasing him by keepjngnyour face just out of his reach. He whined and craned his neck trying to press kisses to your cheek but you held storng before comanding him to kick away his discarded bottoms.

"Now lets have a little one on one time with this glorious ass shall we?" You hummed whislt reaching out of his siht and reappeared with a bottle of lube before opening and drizzling it over the phalus attatched to your pubic bone. You bit your lipwatxhing him as his eyes followed your ha d and then widened, he almost yelped out loud and shifted on his feet again, hos own cock jumping at the sight.

"Oh god babe?! I-thats not gonna fit!" He keened tugging unconsciously on the stockade once more drawing a giggle from you when his voice trailed off into a moan.

"Thats what she said... well what i said~" you giggled and continuedto stroke the lube over the average sized pink strappon that was secured to your crotch. Smirking all the while as clark tried looking away absentmindedly trying to tugg his head free on the stockade. But every flinch was met with stern resistance by the apparatus, holding the mans hands and head in its grasp.

"But i think you'll find this will be a perfect fit~" you hummed walking around out of hos veiw with a smirlk. Clark tugged again moaning loud as you disappeared behinde him out of sight. You moved your hands over his back petting the taugh skin nd drifted lower to his hip and then followed the bone, one fatal arch that dipped forward towards the powerfull v above your own prize. Your hand grasped him firmly drawing a hiss and violent jerk of his hips forward willing you to grasp him firmly.

You did so with a laugh but remained still enjpying the pants and mewls, the desperae whines of your bound love whos whole body trembled. You knew this is something he'd wanted to experience, complete and utter helplessness. To be a your mercy entirely and have to endure whatever you wanted from him. And every moan and gasped breath and wimper only made you more confident in your decision.

"And remember love, the safeword is batmobile~" you teased ghosting your lips over his shoulder pressing a kiss to his skin making him jolt again. Hand tightening and twisting around his engorged cock, the way it was throbbing and twitching in your fingers telling you just how much he was enjoying this new found switch. You were glad he did, there was always that seed of doubt. But you figured it'd be good for him to let go everyonce in a while.

"Whats the safe word?" You asked teasingly, his response was a gargled moan of 'batmobile' makjng you chuckled and stand tall right behinde him raking your nails down his back as a reward making the godlike man bow beneath them, arching like a cat. Both chaseing and fleeing the light sting of you manicured nails. You chuckled when his whole body shivered again as the tickle became a pleasant sting.

"Now be a good boy and relax" you purred stopping the light patterns at the curve of his taught bottom that twitched and rippled as he shifted on his feet. You grinned and snapped your hand up capturing the underneath of his bottom making him yelp. You paused as the red mark began to show and then grinned.

So the kryptonite weakened him enough to feel the bite of your palm? Thats good to know ~ you hushed him rubbing the soft spot before lightly plucking at the cheeks separateing them just to let them spring back. He mewled archjng and squirming pleadjng with you to show him mercy, finallysuccumbing to you and the festivities you had in mind. You let out a giggle your breath fanning over his tail bone as you pressed a single chaste kiss to one of the glorious cheeks.

"Good boy Clark"

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roamwithahungryheart · 3 years ago

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A request for @omgkatinka - a drabble starring the one and only cuddly bear Walter Marshall

Prompt: Someone sends a text to a wrong number.

One wrong number.

Not just any number, either. You’d called what you thought was the main office of your apartment complex, but instead, as you looked down at the phone, you saw the three digits quite clearly – 911.

“Shit! Shit!” You paced, wondering whether to call back and apologize profusely.

As it turned out, you didn’t have much time to remedy the situation. Panicked, you threw the phone onto the sofa and tried to forget this had happened.

A harsh knock on the door came ten minutes later. When you answered the door, you were confronted by a tall, grumpy Officer Walter Marshall.

“Why am I not surprised?” He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Is there actually an emergency or did you miraculously misdial again?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I swear, the office needs to change their number – I’m sure this must happen a lot.”

“It does. But the amount of times you’ve done it, I’m starting to think you might need help.” He sounded pissed, but there was a hint of a smile as he spoke.

“Sorry again, Officer Marshall.”

“I’ve let you off one too many times – I’m going to have to fine you.”

You cringed, waiting for the inevitable news of the dent you were about to put in your bank account. “How much?”

Walter uncrossed his arms, placing his hands on his hips as he considered his options. “How about the price of one drink?”

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nerdlydelicious · 3 years ago

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Jaune Arc, Viking Warlord

Hey folks!

So this is another one shot I took from my profile on fanfiction.com to share with y'all here to both entertain and encourage folks to check out my works over there. So please read and enjoy, and if you want more you can find it thanks to the handy dandy link I'll put below. Also just as a heads up, things get rather steamy in this fic. I figure most of you don't mind or already know since you read the tags, but I just figured I'd put a disclaimer up for anyone who's not into that. It doesn't go into full on smut territory, but it certainly rides (heh) that line.

Enjoy!

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Finally.

He had hunted across the high seas, destroying everyone and everything that stood in his path. Mighty ocean leviathans, rival warlords, they had all fallen to him. His viking horde had rampaged across the south lands, razing mighty fortresses to the ground and driving his enemies before him as he pursued his quarry across Atlas.

And now she was finally within his grasp.

Many years ago, when Jaune was but a babe, his father, the Jarl of the Arc clan at the time, had made a pact with the king of Atlas, whose lands had experienced raids for nearly a century from the hard bitten warriors of the north. The king of Atlas reached out to the Jarl in hopes that an agreement could be made to end the attacks on his territory. Jaune's father made only a single request: that his son marry the daughter of the king, and become heir to the throne. If the king agreed to this then the warriors of the Arc Clan would not only cease raiding Atlas lands, but they would actively patrol and protect the coastline of Atlas, keeping it and its people safe from rival nations, Grimm, and other raider clans. The king agreed, and for many years the blood of clan Arc was spilled to protect the people of Atlas.

Time passed, and Jaune grew into a mighty warrior in his own right. When he slew the great sea beast Jormungandr he presented its head to the king of Atlas and his daughter as proof of his worthiness and a gift to both his bride to be and his father in law to be. They were both visibly impressed, but Jaune had seen a look in the king's eyes that made him wary, a snake like deceitfulness that reminded him of the great ocean predator he'd slain, and Jaune would never fully trust the king again.

He was right to be so suspicious as it turned out.

Weiss and Jaune interacted often throughout the years. Every victory he won was dedicated to his bride to be, and he visited the mighty capitol city of Atlas often to see her. Each time he brought her great gifts of wealth and the heads and hides of slain beasts to her, and it was not long before the wall behind the throne of Atlas was decorated end to end in trophies. At first the princess found the barbarian prince to be merely interesting, a distraction from the everyday drudgery of castle life and a change from the pompous sons of Atlesian nobility, but nothing more.

Then he'd taken her on her first journey across the sea. He'd shown her the beauty of the open waters, the freedom she had away from the castle and her father, and she had fallen in love with the ocean, and with him. Her father had been furious that she'd snuck out of the castle, but the princess had kissed her new found love before they parted ways, and Jaune had known without doubt that he could never love a woman other than her.

In time's Jaune's father fell in battle, as was befitting a Norseman. His death was mighty and he slew many foes before he died, ensuring his entry to Valhalla. The clan held a week long funeral for their fallen Jarl for he had been a good leader, and when the celebration of his life ended Jaune became the new Jarl, and was adorned in the finest mail hauberk and gifted a sword of adamant and a round shield covered in the hide of the mighty sea beast he'd slain years ago.

When the time came for his princess to be brought to him for their wedding, the king betrayed the new Jarl. Instead of sending his daughter the king sent an armada to destroy the Arc clan entirely, down to the last woman and child.

But Jaune had known the king of Atlas was a treacherous snake, and he'd prepared for this.

When the armada came they did so at night, thinking it would cover their approach. All it did was allow the Viking longships to surround them unseen until it was far too late. The Vikings destroyed them utterly, slaying all who fought and adding those who surrendered to their forces, for if Jaune was to be king he could not annihilate those who would become his sworn men in the future. Onwards his horde drove, and with each victory his army grew in size. Many flocked to his banner, for the old king had been a treacherous snake and Jaune was a hero to the folk of Atlas, as he more than any man of his clan had battled courageously to defend Atlas from outward threats. When his army marched on the lands of Atlesian nobility they swore loyalty to the new king or died, and their heirs would swear loyalty to Jaune. Many fortresses held by those men loyal to the old king put up stubborn resistance on his march, but each fell in turn, until finally only the capital of Atlas stood defiant to him. It did not remain so for long. Within the first day of his reaching the wall rebels against the old king opened the gates, and the city was taken with no bloodshed. Only the palace stood defiant, and it did not remain so for long. It took two days for the walls to fall as infighting ran amok in the ranks of the garrison, and the old king, feeble and weak, put up no resistance as Jaune's huscarls dragged him away in chains, stripped of his crown and kingly garments and clad in rags befitting only the meanest beggar.

And now, finally, she was his.

He threw open the door to her tower room. His massive armored frame, clad in his knee length hauberk and his adamant blade gleaming in his hand, seemed to fill the room as he stepped in. "I have come, as I have sworn," he said as he pushed the door closed.

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He'd come for her. Finally.

Weiss, princess of Atlas, had waited far too long for her lover, locked away in her tower. When her father the king had betrayed his agreement with Jaune's father he'd locked her away, telling her she would remain here until he'd selected a suitable husband for his daughter.

Her only interaction with the outside world had been her handmaidens, who'd brought information of Jaune's many victories in secret to Weiss, of his noble conduct greater than that of any noble man of Atlas. He had, in the war to conquer the country, proven his right beyond any doubt to the throne of Atlas.

And now finally he stood before her. His sword was in his hand, and it and his armor gleamed in the low candlelight that suffused her room. "I've waited for you," she whispered as she sat up on her bed. Her deep blue gown seemed to flow about her as she got to her feet and took a hesitant step towards her Viking lover.

"And I have come for you," he said as he sheathed his blade and set aside his shield, "as I swore I would."

They closed the gap between them, and her arms wrapped around his torso as he pulled her in close and kissed her passionately, deeply. She felt his beard tickle her soft skin, moaned, and leaned deeper into the kiss. They stayed that way until they had to come up for air. She leaned back, still in his arms, and whispered, "let me help you take that armor off. It looks heavy."

She slipped her arms under the hem of the hauberk and lifted it up, kissing her way up his bare, muscular torso inch by slow, tantalizing inch as she lifted the hauberk up. She wasn't tall enough to get it over his head, and Jaune pulled it the rest of the way off and threw it to the side.

Jaune dropped to his knees before his love and slipped a hand under the hem of her beautiful gown and slowly kissed and nipped and licked his way up her body until he had it off, and she stood bare save her undergarments before him, his powerful muscular arms around her waist as he continued to kiss the tops of her breasts and her neck as she moaned and writhed in pleasure under his ministrations. "T-the bed," she gasped, "take me to the bed, and then you can take me on the bed." her skin was flushed, her breath was coming in heavy gasps, and the feeling of his hands and lips on her bare skin, his thick beard tickling her where it touched her, drowned out all other sensation.

Jaune lifted her in his arms easily, as though she weighed no more than a feather, and lay her across the bed. She spread her legs apart and he stepped between them, leaning over her as she ran her soft, cool hands over the warm chiseled torso of her Viking warlord, tracing his abdominal muscles with delicate and feather light touches of her fingertips. She smiled as he felt him shiver over her, her light touches as effective on him as his heavier ones were on her. He bent lower over her, his pelvis pressed against hers, one arm around her waist and the other entangled her beautiful snow white hair. As he kissed and suckled on the supple skin of her neck, leaving love marks on her pale skin, she whispered in his ear. "Take me, conquer me. Make me yours in every way, my Warlord."

"As my love commands," he whispered into her ear before nibbling on the lobe. His lower hand moved from around her waist and slid down her bare side until it reached the pale blue piece of underwear that was the only thing between him and her womanhood, slipped a finger through the waistband...

And the door slammed open.

"Hey Weiss, have you seen Ru- oh. My. God."

Weiss shrieked and yanked the covers around herself as Jaune whirled around to see who had just busted into team RWBY's dorm room. "Get out!" the heiress squealed, "you didn't see anything, now get out!"

Yang Xiao Long stood dumbstruck in the door to her team's room, staring at a practically naked Weiss and a Jaune who wasn't wearing anything other than loose fitting pants, boots, and... and...

"Are- are you wearing a fake beard?" the brawler questioned her fellow blonde as she stared at him. Then her eyes slid down to the sword at his waist (no not that sword, though if the size of the tent in his pants was anything to judge by he was packing a greatsword down there...), then to the discarded shield and chain hauberk, then back up to the fake beard. "Are you wearing a costume? Wait, are you two... role playing?!"

Jaune didn't answer, he was too busy staring dumb struck at Yang like a deer in the headlights. Weiss more than made up for his silence however.

"Out!" She shrieked. "OUT!" Before Yang could do more than say, 'oh shit!' Weiss snatched up Mrytenaster and jabbed it at her teammate as though trying to impale her from afar, and with the flash of a quickly cast glyph Yang was sent flying out of the doorway, and then the door slammed shut and the lock turned in place. A few more glyphs later and the door into the room was barricaded by pretty much every piece of furniture in the room excluding the beds. Both Jaune and Weiss could still hear Yang howling with laughter on the other side. Eventually the sound grew distant as Yang walked down the hall, and silence fell over the two thoroughly embarrassed lovers.

"That... happened." Jaune said lamely as he sat by his girlfriend on the bed, who still had the covers pulled up to her chin. She muttered a few unkind words about her teammate's lack of appreciation for other people's privacy and 'understanding the meaning of a goddamn sock on the doorknob.'

Jaune didn't have the heart or the death wish necessary to tell Weiss he'd actually forgotten to put a sock on the door knob.

"So... do you still want to... you know..." he shrugged.

His pint sized girlfriend stared at him for a few long moments, then let the covers drop away from her semi nude form.

With a sigh she lay on her back, and Jaune's heart rate tripled as she spread her legs open for him once more, a sultry smile on her face. "Come then, my Viking Warlord, claim your prize."

Jaune grinned like an idiot. "I love it when you get these ideas. We should do this more often." He wasted no time in getting right where he wanted to be, where he knew she wanted him to be, and went to work on his love.

"Hey, Jaune?"

His head poked up from between her legs to look at her flushed face. She smiled.

"You should grow a beard, I like the way it feels."

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Welp, this was a short one by my usual standards, but the muse hit me and I felt the need to bring life to this particular train wreck of a fic. The inspiration for this actually came from Mallobaude's one shot, 'Mistress of the Night'. It's a fun little read, and I suggest it to anyone looking for a good laugh.

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nitannichionne · 4 years ago

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Captain--Doctor? Syverson, Esquire, at Your Service

Please feel better! I'm not feeling too hot myself....must be in the atmosphere....

"You did what?" Sy was outraged.

You cringe. "I fainted."

"Fainted," he repeats, but you hear the growling timber in his voice. "And why aren't you home?"

"I've got a few hours to go," you whimper, hoping you don't sound like you're complaining.

"You should come home...now," he says. "right now."

"It's just my period, Sy--"

"And I'd agree if you haven't lost consciousness."

Three, two, one....none. No words. Oh, no....

"I'm comin' to get ya."

"Sy, no!"

"Feelin' better, baby?"

"I--I--"

"We said we'd never lie, baby."

You exhale in defeat.

"See you in a few."

"Sy--" You release a small cry as the line goes dead. What are you going to do?

You start trying to finish as much work as possible. Sy was nothing to mess with, and you knew it. The unknown injected you with adrenaline as you finished anything due immediately. You come out of your haze to hear a deep voice request you at the front office.

"May I ask who you are?"

"Captain Syverson," he replies. "my fiancee is ill, and I'm here to get her?"

"She gets off at--"

"I said, my fiancee is ill and I am here to get her," he growls the next word. "now."

You scramble to your feet and collect your belongings.

"Going home, hon?" one of your coworkers asked.

"Yeah," you exhale. "under orders."

You roll your eyes at your coworker's snicker. You make your way to the front listening to the conversation play out.

"So you are aware she fainted?" Sy asks accusingly.

"She said she is fine--"

"She's not," he interjects. "If someone loses consciousness in a workplace environment, medical professionals are usually called, or the employee is sent home."

"She declined--"

"Oh, you like workers compensation, or making employees feel uneasy and singled out in vulnerable situations due to workload--"

"Of course not!"

"Understandably, and she can't go home alone in this condition, which is why I am here." He takes a deep breath, and you know how that looks: jaw clenching, muscles expanding with adrenaline, shoulders loosening and fists curling in pre-attack mode. You'd seen it at a few bars. "Last time, where is she--"

"I'm here."

He comes around the desk to you, his eyes locked with yours. He stops and gently wraps his hand around the back of your neck. You automatically lean back a little, your body instinctively against his, and his eyes glitter with thought and concern. "You're warm." He moves his hand slightly and you know his finger is on your jugular. "Uh-huh. We're out of here." His arms slides around you, and now his body is an anchor that guides you out. "Good night."

You don't say a word. THere is no sense in it, anyway. You are barely touching the ground as he tucks you at his side, moving effortlessly to the car park. You blink in irritation as a simple city light seems to cut through your eye sockets. "Sy, that was my boss."

"How long have you had that headache, baby?"

"SInce I passed out," you sigh, feeling all wind go out of your sails to argue.

"You've worked sick," you grumble.

"I worked to survive, to come home to you," his voice is soft. "I fought for your right to come home to me on days like these."

You take a deep breath.

"Uh huh," he nods. "here." He hands you a bottled water. "Sip, baby."

You obey but the liquid feels good going down. You start to swallow.

"Easy."

You stop and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. He looks at you and shakes your head, starting the engine.

"You didn't drink enough water and you're losing fluid 'cause of your friend Red, and you need food. No one faints around lunch unless it's just before or they didn't eat."

You give a small smile. "You sounded like a lawyer in there."

He laughs, "Esquire, at your service." Then he looks slightly more serious. "Anything to keep my baby safe and happy," he purrs, leaning over the middle of the seat. "Anything."

You feel tears come to your eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," he kisses your nose. "Onward and homeward."

"What do you prescribe, Dr. Syverson?" you ask softly as you drive away.

"I prescribe plenty of fluids, your favorite toasted mozzarella sandwich with tomato basil soup, and a big ol' gruffy teddy bear to cuddle up and watch Netflix with."

"Sounds like cure to me," you smile.

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