#about how i can't do anything for myself or for others and how that bonelessness leads me to get just close enough to others for them

[skrunksthatwunk]

they didn't need to make crying so physically gross. not to be bitter or anything but no one should have to experience emotion snot first

[justjasper]

prompt : morgan/reid and intricate rituals

Injury, recovery, mature

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It begins with a shower.

Morgan has to hold Reid up, because he can barely stand after absolutely overdoing it on his bum knee.

They learned in the infancy of this routine that bath wouldn't work, because getting a soaking wet, six foot something buck-thirty body out of the tub when he can't support any of the weight himself? Not fun for anybody.

"I can wash myself," he says, like he always does, petulant. "I'm not a child."

"I know," Morgan says, as he holds Reid against him, head in the crook of Morgan's damp neck. "But you're gonna let me take care of you."

No true protest, not now and not the first time. The last of the fight leaves him, and he stops trying to hold himself up, sinks into Morgan with a shuddering breath.

Morgan washes his body, his hair, gently brushes conditioner through the ends, untangling slowly with his fingers. Breathes in the heady, medicinal scent of eucalyptus, and presses his mouth to Reid's cheek as he rinses him down.

Reid's fingers trace patterns over Morgan's shoulders, his breath slow and even.

"You ready, pretty boy? Hold on, now."

He's skinny, but he's tall and not a waif of a man, this has taken some practice. But Morgan lifts Reid in a smooth motion, carrying him like a groom out of the shower and the bathroom, to the waiting warm towels and blankets of the bedroom. The groom thing settles somewhere warm and wanting in his chest. Something for another time.

He dries him as quickly as he can, but Reid is still shivering a little bit with the temperature change as Morgan gets him settled on the bed, knee in Morgan's lap. He's given up all protest, boneless, eyes heavy lidded as he watches Morgan.

There is hurting, as necessity, but it is not harm.

He flinches with pain as Morgan begins to press his thumbs against his knee, and that had scared Morgan shitless the first time, how much his touch could hurt him.

"I got you, love." It had been a nasty medial patellofemoral ligament reconstruction - full term committed to memory as part of the intimacy of it - and while Reid had recovered, he still had a streak in him of complete disregard for own well-being. Pot, kettle. They'd bickered over it time and again, voiced their worry for each other in the back and forth.

He knows it hurts him, but Morgan feels the tension ease in increments, Reid's muscles relaxing under the press of his thumbs, his fingers.

"You're gonna need your cane for the next couple of days."

Reid just hums thoughtfully, doesn't argue the point like he might of months ago. He isn't shivering any longer, nested amongst pillows, damp hair drying to curls in a halo around his head. His cock half-hard against the crease of his thigh.

"Maybe you could carry me around," Reid says lazily.

"You'd like that."

He would, is the thing, if Reid asked. He might do anything Reid asked; a frightening, freeing thing to know about himself.

Reid groans with pain as Morgan continues. The scar there is jagged and still puce; the lasting legacy of a bullet that ripped through bone and muscle and tendon, ricocheting as if vindictive, causing as much damage as possible.

When Reid's leg starts to twitch, when his hips begin to rock upwards, seeking, Morgan smooths his hand along the inside of his thigh.

There is always pleasure, to balance the pain.

"Keep still."

No protest, no retort, just a long breath out through his nose as Morgan repositions him, makes sure his bad leg is straight. lefts his good leg, gives himself space between Reid's thighs. Curls his huge body over him, and takes his cock into his mouth.

"Oh."

Normally a quiet Reid is a thing to worry about, but he's learned the exceptions, when Reid is unanchored from speech, if not thought. Bathed in the ache of his messed up knee and the roiling pleasure of Morgan's mouth around him, his moans are breathy, sweet things.

Gentle hands at the base of Morgan's skull, cradling, thumbs brushing back and forth. Stilling, holding tighter as Morgan sinks lower, set to task.

Doing this for Reid has never felt like capitulation, never acquiescence. He has always wanted, never hesitated to give his mouth. He has never been able to verbalise the significance of it, the healing of the thing.

Christ, he hopes Reid knows it.

He keeps a hand braced under Reid's good knee, supporting him, holding him open. Lets Reid get away with hooking his foot over Morgan's shoulder, takes the force of it as Reid digs in his heel.

"I'm-I, oh," Reid breathes.

Morgan has to hold a hand flat to Reid's hip bone when he comes, to stop him lifting off the bed and hurting himself. Takes all Reid gives, swallows, presses breathless kisses against his cock a long while after he's spent.

"Derek."

He'll never get tired of the softness of his name on Reid's mouth. He kisses his way up his body at a languid pace, mapping scars and hair and freckles as he goes.

"You feeling okay, Spencer?"

"Recovery after medial patellofemoral ligament reconstruction is problematic in almost forty percent of cases."

There's still the pain, but Reid is coming back, words returning. Morgan turns Reid's face to him, kisses his jawline.

"Well, if you didn't overdo it..."

"I don't do it on purpose."

"I hope not. You don't need to fuck your knee up for me to take care of you. Always gonna take care of you."

Reid, careful not to move too much and avoiding the gentle admonishment he knows Morgan is ready for, drags him down close, pulls the blanket around them. Lets Morgan move up against him, settles into the curve of his body.

Morgan's arm will go numb with Reid's head resting on it in the night, and he won't care. Reid puts his arm over Morgan's as it wraps around his stomach, fingers fitting between his where they're spread out over Reid's stomach.

It ends with a kiss, Reid already halfway gone to sleep.

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You can find more of my fic here. I’m also on Twitter or Discord (Quan Tea Co//The BAU Bullpen) if you want to hang out!

[torturecave]

[uploading an answer from my retrospring, just bc i wanna document trolls-related things on here.]

whats you and avvys opinion on velvet in veneer from trolls 3 ?

We like them! They're good villains, I like that they carry the theme of: siblings. :) Speaking honestly, I do really think it is smart to have your villains' conflict be similar to your protagonists; the conflict between Velvet and Veneer isn't so dissimilar from what BroZone deals with at the start of the film. JD is overly controlling and micro-managing his brothers, preoccupied with their fame, associating all their value with being 'perfect'... Meanwhile Velvet feels the same, willing to do w/e it takes for her and Veneer to succeed — without their fame, they'll be "nobodies", there's no point in being anything less than super famous celebrities.

Now what makes me sad is that Veneer adores Velvet so much that he is willing to defer to her, regardless of how he gets treated. He's not quite like the self-respecting Clay and Spruce of the past, who get fed up with JD's treatment, walk out on him. I feel like it's a testament to how attached Velvet and Veneer are, that Veneer can't even conceptualize it being different without Floyd's suggestion. Sad puppy about it... Need to be there for sister? :( Though, I even get the impression that Velvet would be lost without him... Er. She seems, unstable, in a particular way, makes me feel like it drove their peers away growing up. Naturally isolating for Velvet to be so self-centered and pushy, unaccommodating. Explosive.

It's played for laughs BUT, me and Avvy try and internalize that in Velvet's perspective, her and Veneer came from nothing and had a terrible childhood kfkfjhg... That's. Her reality! Her parents made her feel attacked and like a victim. Regardless of whatever is 'true'... It makes her actions feel pathological and like she really can't, help it, or check herself. So between this and the two feeling very attached, I find myself sympathizing with Velvet a lot more than with JD... who just comes off as a normal jerkish guy LOL. I think his complex is like, annoying, because he doesn't even like doing it, so it's weirdly self-imposed and ignoring the protest of his brothers. I at least feel as though Velvet ENJOYS when things are going 'well' for them, she is relishing in it more, and Veneer is mostly her yes-man, not fighting her. They're like, thotting out, languishing in their luxury, at the very least.

I like their scenes overall, I like their dialogue back and forth, ehh I especially like their strange, ostentatious kitty outfits in that interview, it's just INTERESTING... The vibes ongoing here. They're a bit weird with one another in a way that's like... lol... [watches......] Though I will be real, these designs are not actually horny for us. We just feel like a general appreciation for them?

I'll say in general it's good what the rageons are adding, having these weird betty spaghetty dolls in this craft world, it's like yeah sure! Especially in tandem with the muppety hacky sack guys on Vacay Island. We're all for expanding the variety of 'races' in the world, I enjoy going beyond the dichotomy of Bergen vs Troll. In fact, bergens wind up feeling really distinct, pretty 'organic' feeling compared to these other two... I like that rageons feel boneless and rubbery, their clothes feel like some real polly pocket snap-on pieces, the architecture feeling like playset crystals, perfume bottles... Even the 'fruits' that Crimp loads into the smoothie-machine are soo fake looking, very different from what Bergen food looks like! Greasy pizza and fries, verrry different feel to it all.

Trolls is the kind of franchise where you just enjoy being shown Things in the world, the enrichment is knowing... 'oh, there's a place like this, and these things are possible as well!' I mean just hearing about Veneer's monkey makes us go UGHHh whats that look like, must be so different from fuzzy monkey-like creatures you'll see in the woods near Pop troll village, aouauu what is it some solid color plastic monkeys-in-a-barrel lookin' thing... That is the delight experienced. So it's stimulating to be shown a new location and new inhabitants. Fun bonus that I like Velvet and Veneer as individuals. :)

[picturespurple-68]

Cock warming prompt for my dilf au. Short, sweet, and to the point.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Summary: When Alfred and Ivan have a day off, they try out some cock warming to pass the time.

On a day off from work and college, Alfred and Ivan spend the day together. As soon as Alfred gets back from dropping his kid off to school, Ivan comes over and the two spend a few hours cuddling in the living room. Of course the two were expecting to bang today and it isn't long before Ivan's pushing back against Alfred.

The older man's interested but he's also invested in what they're watching on the TV. He had an idea and asks Ivan if he cares about the clothes he's wearing. When Ivan says he doesn't, Alfred takes that moment to sit up and settle him in his lap, reaching down with both hands to suddenly rip at the crotch and expose Ivan's hole.

Fingering him open, Alfred would challenge him to, "Be a good toy and hold daddy's cock inside. I wanna see how long you can last."

He pushes inside and Ivan tries to bounce in his lap but Alfred keeps an arm wrapped tight around him and forces him to sit still. Ivan whines and says his challenge is stupid but Alfred knows he isn't serious when he feels Ivan soaking his dick.

The first hour would be spent with Ivan pinned down, unable to do anything but grind back and rub his clit. Whenever Alfred feels Ivan start to contract too much, he swats his hands away and cups his cunt to keep Ivan from cumming.

Alfred lures Ivan into relaxing on his dick, getting him to give up on trying to cum and just watch the TV. That's the moment when Alfred wraps his other arm around Ivan's chest and starts thrusting up into him. Being bigger/stronger than Ivan, Alfred’s able to just lift him up and down to use him like a human fleshlight.

Ivan doesn't last long like this and he's forced to cum hard leaving him blinking away black spots and shaking in his lap. Alfred follows behind, pressed tightly inside and biting a mark into his shoulder.

When the two are finished, Alfred let's Ivan go to use the bathroom while he grabs a special item from his bedroom.

Back on the couch and in his lap, Alfred takes his time working Ivan up again, kissing along his neck, tracing the scars on his chest, running his fingers around his cunt just barely out of reach.

"Do not get carried away Alfred," Ivan warns, "If you want to take your time I will go home and fuck myself silly with my toys without you."

Alfred presses a hand to his throat as a light warning, "Oh, so you'd prefer the company of something silicone yeah?"

Ivan can't move his head to look down but feels something rubbery press to his clit before a click sound is heard and a mild vibration is running through his hips. He grabs at Alfred’s pants leg trying to stay grounded but Alfred doesn't let up and even turns the setting higher. As soon as Ivan cums again Alfred pushes in when he's relaxed and boneless.

Contentedly, the two sit in peace for a while enjoying each other's company. Over time, the constant pressure on Ivan's insides would start to arouse him again. Grabbing the discarded vibe and setting it to a gentle pulsing, Ivan's head lulls back onto Alfred’s shoulder as he moans directly into his ear.

"Ooh baby, you feel so good squeezing around daddy's cock~"

Grabbing the man's hips, Alfred begins bucking up into him in a slow pace. The rhythm that builds up between them feels more intense than the last couple of rounds and soon the two are sweating and breathing heavily.

"You like that don't you? Being daddy's little toy, getting fucked until you're all dumb and drooly."

Ivan's cheeks burn and it isn't long before both men reach orgasm together, twitching and trembling. They don't have long to bask in the afterglow though, as Alfred notices the time and realizes he needs to get ready to head out and pick his kid up from school.

A quick clean up and kiss later, the two say good bye and Ivan takes home a little buzzing souvenir for further use.

[shivunin]

6, 9, 26 for Maria

Thank you for asking! c: Some of these were harder to answer than I expected, but it was so interesting to think through.

(oh man this ran so long lol answers under the cut)

(Ship Ask Game)

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

So arguing is really weird with the two of them because Maria is much more likely to charm and/or flirt her way out of tense situations, but she's also very prone to dramatic language and grand generalizations when she's upset (and lbr Fenris is prone to grand generalizations when he's upset too). On the other hand, she is extremely careful about not raising her voice to Fenris or trying to trick her way out of hurt feelings with him. I think this actually really annoys him---because he would interpret this as her thinking he can't handle it, maybe---but how do you tell someone mid-argument that you don't want the other party to walk away, you'd like them to shout a bit instead?

So: I think after they've both had space to cool off and after verbal apologies (Maria will usually try to apologize for a specific thing, e.g. "I shouldn't have thrown myself bodily at the Arcane Horror, that was a bad idea" while Fenris seems to lean more toward blanket apologies) she tends to need touch. So, if they're relatively alone they might hug or kiss, and if they're around other people/in public they may hold hands or touch in some other small way (lean against each other, brush hair from the other's face, etc.) as a form of assurance.

Touch played such a huge part in them falling for each other that it's something I think they lean on as shorthand for showing that no matter what else happens, they care for each other and it'll come out alright eventually. Whenever they're alone after making up, there is plenty of snuggling.

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Ooooh this one was super interesting to think about, because the more I ponder the more I am convinced that the things they initially dislike about each other wind up being part of what they love about each other? And the things they dislike when they are actually together have a lot more to do with their own fears than they have to do with each other.

So: Fenris initially dislikes that Maria cannot take anything seriously (he was there for the "boneless women flopping down the streets of Kirkwall" comment and was less than impressed) but he finds her humor endearing once they know each other better. Initially, Maria finds his brusqueness off-putting at first, but refreshing later when she knows he will not dance around something or lie, but always tell her precisely what he means to say.

When they're actually together, Maria dislikes his tendency to generalize about mages, but specifically because there is a little part of her that can't help but believe he's still talking about her (she did Merrill's quest after that night together and his "you are a monster" comment to Merrill is something they did have an actual, real fight about, for example).

Fenris dislikes how willing she is to disregard her own safety and wellbeing just in general. He watched her die for a few minutes after the fight with the Arishok and the memory of it hangs out in the back of his mind, waiting to pop up again every time she gets knocked out in combat or decides to do something unnecessarily dangerous.

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Oh, this one is easy! Just about anything tbh. They both have lines they won't cross, I think---despite how the game is set up, I cannot believe that Fenris would actually be alright with loving a blood mage, for example---but the list of things they wouldn't give up for the other is very, very small. Little things like time, sleep, and space, of course, but they'd kill and die for each other without question or hesitation.

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Thursday, May 2nd, 2024!

#17 🎊

11:22am: just checking in, ready for tomorrow!!! Vacay!!!! 💕💕 Slayyyy

10:22pm: lmaooooo I thought I was going to get drinks and see Spiderman tn and this *boy* blewww his shot. Supposed to meet at 9/9:30pm, at 8:30pm after I took a shower and am basically ready to roll, I get hit with a how bout I come over with some margarita mix n cuddle. Now don't get me wrong that sounds fucking awesome..... For me by myself on a Thursday night!! 💀Nigga I don't know you, plus you basically canceling at the last minute as far as I'm concerned if I'm not even leaving the house 🙄 I got so fucking mad I'm surprised I responded lol. Getting boneless wings instead now so 💅 yeah dumbass bitch if I just wanna get drunk at home I can do that by myself 🤣 lol and he knew he blew that shit too idec. He knew he fucked up immediately and did it anyway. After I told him yesterday that I don't do coming over on the first "date" (a lie but wtf cmon now) definitely not just a come over with literally no effort on his part. Sorry but you're a fucking dumbass and just got knocked to the bottom of the roster 💀

Omg sitting at the bar, and this guy is singing train to this girl next to him but it's shitty and wow that could've been me. I can't with guys like plz stop literally giving me the ick and I'm not even his date 💀💀💀 I would literally be like stfu rn this isn't karaoke. Plus he doesn't know the words and he's just mumbling like a drunkass bruhhhhh. Ick ick get me out of hereee. Guys are fucking stupid. Kinda glad I'm giving this other guy a chance, he's so cute and he's just a inexperienced guy lol. I am kinda fucking with it. But still don't get your hopes up he could be a total dud too, as sweet as he is, plus idk if he's serious about not eating pussy then clearly this won't continue, as *nice* as he is. I'm not settling for anything less than what I could do for myself 😜

[lokifromvalhalla]

A poisoned mind

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ Ivar The Boneless x Reader Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: ± 2 000

(Y/n) can't help but to wonder whether Ivar really trusts them, what they don't know it's that everything is just a matter of insecurity.

╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

“Ow!” A cry brings me back to consciousness at the same moment and I gasp, looking around to spot the possible invader, but before my hand finds the handle of the ax under the furs, I notice nothing goes on aside from Ivar with his finger pinched around the bridge of his nose whilst glaring at me. “What the fuck was that for?”

“What do you mean?” I let out a breath, pushing myself closer to him, and slowly pull his hand down to reveal his scowl—well, it’s barely able to see anything, though it is not as dark as in the beginning of the night nor as light as the last moment before the sunlight, still enough to make out some of his features, and I’m sure his scowl is there.

“You fucking punched me!” He clicks his tongue, and I can’t help but to chuckle at the thought, how his face must’ve looked with it as he jumped awake.

“Sorry, it wasn’t meant to be you.” Not like the dream I was having is anything but faint memories in my mind now, nonetheless I know for certain that Ivar wasn’t my aim. He grumbles something under his breath that I don’t catch on, and he doesn’t demand an answer, falling silent as he presses himself closer and makes himself comfortable pressing his face to my neck with an arm wrapped around me. His warmth is very much welcomed; my eyelids feel a little heavier, even, as I wrap my arms around him in return.

“(Y/n).” Ivar’s voice pulls me away from my almost asleep state, and I hum in response, blinking a couple of times not to fall asleep again. “You’re going to be by my side when I become King. I know Harald wants to take you with him to command his army when it is over, but it’s not going to happen.” He speaks through his teeth like whenever someone irritates him, even if there’s no one else but us here, even if he’s sleepy, to the point his words almost run one into the other.

A sharp exhale through my nose is the most I can do to demonstrate the humor the subject brings me, letting a small smile tug on my lips. “You know I’m not going anywhere.”

“The dumbass seems not to see you’re mine,” he sighs, shifting lightly as he buries his face in my neck for a moment then nuzzles a spot under my jaw. “But make sure to come back if he kidnaps you or something, man is mad.”

As much as I want to chuckle and roll my eyes, all I can bring myself into doing is to smile more. “Don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

Ivar hums in approval. “I better.” He presses a few kisses to my neck, growing longer and gaining more pressure according to how they go lower, reaching my collarbones.

Why did Ivar make sure to ask me about it, though? Who does he not trust, is it me or himself? It is not possible that he still has the same mindset after all of these years, the false concept I’m here for more than just him or maybe of needing to deserve me, in some way I could never comprehend.

“Do you still doubt it, Ivar?” My voice cuts through the thin silence of the room in a simple whisper.

It takes him longer to answer, with a quiet hum coming from him first. “Do I doubt what?”

“That I don’t want to leave.”

“Are you getting things in your head again, (y/n)?” He replies a little too fast, a little too sharply. “You know that I’m just asking! I know your head is not weak enough to let you fall for some fool’s words, but you surely can poison your own mind, can’t you?” It’s almost funny, even.

“Right,” I sigh.

⟐

“What’s it that clouds your mind?” The voice cuts through my thoughts and I look up from my sword to see Heahmund looking at my direction from his place on the ground—I throw a glance over my shoulders, then turn back seeing I’m the only one here.

“Why do you think there is something?” I scoff, shaking my head as I continue to run the rock against the blade. “And why would you care, priest?”

Heahmund scoffs, tilting his head as he adjusts his position to rest his elbow on the knee he brings closer to himself, leaning in a little closer to me, but not enough, not like he can get here with his wrist chained to the wall. “Who said I care? It’s mere curiosity for the reason that has such an attentive warrior so... lost.” He raises his eyebrows, eyeing me up and down. For the gods, fate works in such ways, we have to go through such things.

A sigh escapes my lips and I hum, cogitating to answer, but I shake my head with a roll of eyes. “Why don’t you go pray or something? Talk to your god?” I toss the rock on the ground again, by the foot of my bench.

“Praying too much drives one into madness,” he breathes, “it’s wise to know when to observe your surroundings and let God speak to you in other ways.”

“Wise, indeed.” I snort a chuckle, looking away from the priest to our surroundings, seeing people coming and going with the preparations for the battles, and it’s easy to spot Hvitserk and Ivar talking near the boats in the distance, with Harald mostly nodding whilst Astrid stands behind him, hands clasped in front of her and looking around with... distress? I still wonder what made her leave Kattegat, I didn’t think she ever would, with the passion she defended it with. Still, there she is. Something Hvitserk says catches her attention, though, and she starts to say something along with Harald and Hvitserk just to be interrupted by Ivar, who glares at them and leans against his crutch to use his hands to explain whatever they’re arguing about.

“Not by his side today, hm?” Heahmund says again, and I wish the ground would open and swallow me whole. I save myself from using my voice with him and simply raise an eyebrow. “What’s it that happened between you?”

A hum comes from me as I let my sword’s tip against the ground, resting my hands against the handle for a momentary support, leaning my head against them and finally letting my eyes close, something I’ve been trying to fight against for the past minutes. I wish I could just lie down and rest for days, sometimes, but then, again, I wouldn’t be able to, not with how I ache for fighting, not without going through what I’m fated to.

I stand up with a groan, my legs going numb for a moment along with my vision darkening, which I hope he doesn’t notice. “You better be useful for something if your god let you live for so long.” I nod before walking away, seeking some entertainment at least until Ivar decides to call for me, telling me to stay by his side if I’m not doing anything, as I’m supposed to. Whatever Heahmund says, it’s left for the gods to hear since I’m already making my way down the harbor, the way opposite to where Ivar and the others are. Just like they say; a warrior’s own enemy is their own mind.

The sun takes its place down the horizon not long later, and with it comes another one of Harald’s supper that quickly takes another way as soon as the barrels of ale are introduced along with music, but I doubt it’s not something everyone is used to.

“Oh, you disappeared for most of the day!” Hvitserk catches my attention, standing there with a small smile on his face and also a horn of ale in hand, but a little past sobriety. “Where were you?”

“I was just around.” I shrug a little, and I helplessly wonder if the priest will even open his damn mouth to cause unnecessary fuss over my exhausted mood of today.

“Yeah, right,” he sighs with a nod, shifting his weight from leg to leg as he looks around. “We were seeing what we can fix regarding where to attack from.”

“Where we—”

“Oh, there you are!” Ivar sighs as he approaches, with an expression that resumes something between boredom, annoyance, and relief. “Don’t mind me, don’t mind me, just continue your conversation.” He wraps an arm around me, supporting himself on me in a way I need to lean back a little against the table behind me, but I still wrap an arm around him, letting him rest there with his head against my shoulder; his legs are probably hurting or something.

I sigh with a roll of my eyes, but Hvitserk doesn’t even react. “Honestly, I’d help more with it if I had any other knowledge about Kattegat that any of you don’t, but...”

“Just being there can be helpful.” He furrows his eyebrows and sniffs, bringing the horn to his lips for another sip of ale. “Maybe you can come up with something, see it from a perspective we can’t, hm?”

“Tomorrow, maybe.” I sip on my ale, and set the almost empty cup down on the table, beside me. “It was almost like I didn’t sleep last night, I don’t think my presence would really have added up to something, today.” I offer him a half smile. Meanwhile, my fingers trace the details on the back of Ivar’s clothes, trailing up and down in a patterned motion, whilst my free hand holds onto the edge of the table. It doesn’t escape my attention, though, how Ivar’s lips trail against my neck, going up and down the skin a few times before settling down and giving it a kiss.

Hvitserk raises an eyebrow at me, but hums with a nod. “Make sure to take care of yourself. We can’t have you falling sick.”

“And you won’t,” I reassure with a nod. At the same time something catches my attention from the corner of my eye, Hvitserk’s focus seems to be snatched by something near where the music comes from, and I believe he got entertainment for the night, given the small smirk tugging on his lips.

“Well, I...” Hvitserk mumbles, “I’ll talk with you tomorrow! Take care!” He doesn’t even throw a last glance at me, already ankling away to the direction he had been staring at so much, and I doubt Ivar notices his absence.

I carefully look over my shoulder again, but the person who once stood off to that direction isn’t there anymore, and Ivar’s lips tickle against my skin in what I presume to be some sort of whispering. “Ivar.” I tap his back lightly, and he shifts, startled, compelling me to chuckle lightly as he pulls away enough to look at me, twisting his mouth. “Too tired?” I raise an eyebrow, unable to stop smiling.

“Not at all! Barely did anything today that would take that much energy,” Ivar sighs, adjusting his hand around my hip, keeping the closeness. His eyes momentarily avert to somewhere behind me, observing the setting before they meet mine again and widen a little. “What is it?” He glares, though all I can do is to snort, looking away. “What’s so damn funny?” He hits my shoulder lightly.

“You’re jealous,” I state, though I actually had meant to ask it. “That’s what’s funny.”

The confusion that took over Ivar’s features slowly gives place to annoyance and unamusement, followed by quiet grumbling as his gaze drifts away from mine yet again. “And what about it?”

“Nothing.” I shrug, wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer, trying not to demonstrate how it makes something flutter in my chest. “Nothing. I’m just mentioning it.” I observe him from close as I press my forehead to his, and he hums, still sounding a little grumpy.

“Shut up,” he mumbles, letting his lips meet mine for a brief second. “Some people need to know what’s off limits,” he whispers then leans in again, though for a deeper kiss this time.

[whereistheonepiece]

Taking Care of Zoro

Quick summary: Sanji pampers Zoro.

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"Oi, Marimo."

"Mm?"

Sanji tossed a small jar into the air as he stood before Zoro, who was busying himself with polishing his katanas. "Your back's still hurting, right?"

Zoro hesitated. He set his jaw. "Maybe."

Sanji rolled his eyes. "You don't need to be so evasive, you damned swordsman. Don't think I haven't noticed the look on your face when you move a certain way."

Zoro swallowed. Sanji watched the way Zoro's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "Okay," Zoro said. "Yeah, it still hurts a little. What about it? What's that in your hand?"

Sanji tossed the jar into the air a few more times. He stared at it nonchalantly. "Chopper made you an ointment that's supposed to help. He gave it to me because he didn't think you'd use it if he gave it to you."

"And you're going to make me use it, then?"

Sanji snorted. "You and I both you I can't make you do anything, Marimo." He tossed the jar into the air again, then caught it, turning it around. "I was instead thinking of just putting it on for you myself."

Zoro blinked. He stared up at Sanji from where he was seated on the deck. "Yeah?"

Sanji nodded. "If you'll let me."

Zoro considered for a moment before he shrugged. "Fine. Let me just gather this up."

Zoro gathered his polishing kit together and put the supplies up. He sheathed the katana he'd been working on, then set it with the others, before he stood up and followed Sanji into the men's quarters.

Zoro stared at the blanket Sanji had laid out, then he noticed the candles. He looked at Sanji. "What's all this?"

Sanji smiled, shrugging. "I wanted you to be comfortable and then I thought, why not make it nice?"

Zoro shifted uncomfortably. "Cook, you didn't have to go to all this trouble."

Sanji looked at Zoro, his chest clenching around his heart. "I wanted to, Zoro," he said softly. He wanted to do whatever it took to make Zoro even slightly more comfortable. He wanted to show Zoro the care he hadn't received up til now. And Sanji wanted to do it in the only way he knew how.

Zoro looked at the blanket. "So I'm supposed to lay on that?"

Sanji nodded. "Just take off your shirt and lay down on your stomach."

Sanji straddled Zoro's lower back, just above his hips. He rolled up his sleeves and admired the lines and contours of Zoro's back. He idly traced the muscles on Zoro's upper back.

Zoro, who'd laid his chin on his arms, turned his head and looked at Sanji from the corner of his eye. "Having fun, Curly?"

Sanji chuckled. He grabbed the jar, unscrewing the top. "Yes." He sniffed the ointment and was pleased to discover that it smelled like menthol. He dipped his fingers into the jar and scooped out a small amount. Sanji spread the ointment across Zoro's warm skin, starting at his shoulders. He massaged the ointment into Zoro's back, taking his time. He worked his way down, scooping out more when he got to Zoro's lower back.

"This is where the worst of it is, right?" Sanji asked Zoro.

Zoro took a moment to reply, as if he'd fallen asleep. "Y-yeah."

Sanji smiled, affection surging through him. He took extra care with Zoro's lower back, massaging gently.

"You can go a bit harder," Zoro told him. "I think the pressure helps."

"You got it," Sanji said, pressing harder into Zoro's skin.

When the ointment was fully absorbed into Zoro's skin, Sanji reached over and grabbed a small hand towel he'd left out. He stood up, wiping his hands. "Stay right there," he said, heading for the door to wash his hands in the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

Sanji washed the ointment off his hands, which had begun to feel cool and slightly numb from the menthol, then returned to the men's quarters. He looked at Zoro, relaxed and boneless on the blanket, and he smiled.

"I'm gonna need you to sit up for this next part," Sanji said as he approached his locker.

"Oh?" Zoro said from his spot on the floor.

Sanji held back his chuckle as he reached inside his locker and pulled out a tube of lotion. He stared at it in his hand for a moment before he closed his locker and returned to Zoro's side.

Zoro finally looked up at him. "What's that?" he asked.

"Lotion, Marimo." Sanji grinned, waving the tube. "Makes your skin soft."

Zoro blinked. He sat up slowly, grimacing slightly but not as much as before. "I don't need lotion, Cook."

"Zoro, if you let me put on ointment for you, you can let me put lotion on you." Sanji sat down in front of Zoro, staring at him expectantly.

Zoro exhaled. He looked at Sanji skeptically.

"Remember when you weren't sure about the nice soaps and cologne I got you?" Sanji cajoled. "And you ended up liking them?"

Zoro still said nothing.

"Come on, Marimo," Sanji said softly. "Let me do this for you."

Zoro relented. He nodded, tension melting off his frame. "All right, Cook. You win."

Sanji beamed. He beckoned Zoro, saying, "Hold your arm out for me.

Sanji began with Zoro's hand. He massaged lotion into Zoro's skin, starting with the back of Zoro's hand, then moved to his palm, his fingers, his fingertips, and finally the gaps between his fingers.

Zoro, to his credit, sat patiently. He moved and made space for Sanji when Sanji wanted to move closer into Zoro's lap as Sanji massaged lotion into Zoro's arms.

Sanji caught Zoro's eye. He smiled at him. "Nice?"

Zoro's smile was small but genuine. "Yeah."

Sanji leaned in close and kissed Zoro, rubbing lotion into his shoulders.

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Two years later Sanji squeezed lotion onto his hands after his and Zoro's bath. He stood behind Zoro and began rubbing the lotion into Zoro's damp skin. Zoro sighed contentedly.

"Hey," Sanji said. "Remember when I had to convince you to let me do this for you?"

"Yeah, yeah," Zoro muttered. "Clearly I was an idiot."

Sanji chuckled. He leaned in close and kissed the back of Zoro's neck, massaging Zoro's shoulder blades.

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Rest Your Weary Hands Part 15

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

He reached across you and ran his thumb over your lower lip, "now I remember saying that I would pay you back for your behaviour yesterday?" You licked the thumb on your lip before pulling it into your mouth and sucking on it, Ivar eyes darkened, "yes, you did."

He pushed your shoulder down onto the bed and started sucking on your neck.

"Lay back and enjoy yourself." He smirked, all promise and mischief, "perhaps you will learn never to tease me again."

"I don't know about that Ivar, you are very easy to tease. Maybe you should learn anticipate my moves more, you are meant to be the strategist in the family and yet you can't see when I'm intentionally winding you up."

Ivar gave you a strange snarl.

"If you don't shut up and be a good girl I'm going to make you regret it." You lifted your upper half up so your noses were almost touching.

"Do your worst."

"My worse?" Ivar got up for a moment and took something out of one of your cupboards, it was the silks he had brought you from England.

"Allow me to tie you up?" You put your wrists out in front of you, "I told you to do your worst, don't get all soft on me Boneless."

He shook his head and yanked you towards him, then he grabbed your chin in his hand and squeezed just hard enough to hurt.

"I don't care what we're doing or how much I'm enjoying myself, if anything hurts or feels strange or you just want to stop, you tell me. If you don't and I find out I hurt you or did something you didn't want, you will not enjoy your punishment, do you understand me?" How could you even think to disagree.

"Yes Ivar, I promise on the Gods that if anything happens that I don't like I will tell you to stop." He leaned down and gave you a tender kiss before tying your hands together and then to the headboard.

"Are you particularly attached to this nightgown?" You shook your head and he picked up a knife on the bedside table.

"Hold still now." He cut it off you in four swipes, pulling away the shreds before putting the knife back on the table.

"You're being so good for me." You rolled your eyes.

"I thought I was being punished for my behaviour, this doesn't feel like it." He looked you up and down like a freshly killed deer.

"If you keep that up, I'll gag you and you won't cum from a month. That won't stop me from having you, you just won't be getting anything out of it." You could tell he was being serious.

"I'll be good I promise."

He started doing that infuriating thing with his fingertips, running them up and down your body over and over again until your whole was covered in goosebumps.

"Ivar please, stop teasing." he chuckled and went on like he didn't hear you.

His fingertips limited their movement to your inner thigh, moving closer and closer to your core each time before brushing over your mound.

"You are very wet My Love. Tell me, is it being tied up that's doing it or how much power I have over you? You can tell me." You glared at him but it only lasted until you saw the look in his eyes.

"Both, it's both." He rewarded you by slipping his fingers through your slit to run them over your clit, "see what happens when your good for me? You get rewarded." He kept going, he had only touched you once before this and it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Just before you reached that peak, he pulled away. You looked up at him in a mix of disappointment and anger but he put a finger in his mouth before you had the chance.

"You taste like essence from the Gods." He started kissing down your neck, stopping to suck marks every so often then he moved to your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth and popping off the moment you let out a shuttering breath.

"You are very sensitive, aren't you?" The condescension in his voice made you a little mad, "well then, I'm making your job easy for you." Ivar's head moved back to your neck and he delivered a nip to the skin.

"Remember what I said pretty girl or I'll start the month right this second." He was touching your face the way a master would soothe a dog. He went back to kissing down your body before retracing the path of his fingers took up your thigh with his lips.

You felt his thumb spread you open while his tongue lapped at you. You went to push his head towards you but you were stopped because you were tied up, "if you need me to tighten those I can, if not I suggest you keep your arms on the pillow." You nodded and he rewarded you by sucking your clit into his mouth.

"Oh Gods Ivar, that feels amazing." You felt him smile against you but he didn't say anything. His hands were touching you softy, he lifted your legs off the beds and placed them on his shoulders then moved his dominant hand under his head to put a finger inside you.

After one or two gentle prods, he found that spot and attacked it with reckless abandon. Your back was arching off the bed within minutes, but Ivar pulled away just before you could cum like the last time. In anger, you shifted your foot a bit and tapped him on the head.

"Now you're being unfair, I wasn't this mean to you." Ivar sucked on his tongue and stood up.

"You have two options now. You're going to get down on your knees and suck my cock and if you do good enough, I'll let you cum. Or, I'm going to spend the next hour getting you ready, then I'm going to fuck you and you won't come tonight or any other night until I decide otherwise." You knew you shouldn't have but you smiled at him, "I think I'll suck your dick, maybe you'll be less annoying after you cum." You were being yanked around before you had the time to prepare and then Ivar was leaning against the bedpost while shoving you onto your knees. He lifted one of your hands up and pressed it into his hip.

"If you need to stop, tap once, if you need a break, tap twice. Same rules apply, if you don't stop me you'll be in trouble." You nodded and he pried open your mouth before shoving himself inside. He gave you a second to adjust each time he went deeper but he wasn't being gentle by any means.

"Good girl, just like that. I like you a lot more when you're not talking back." His hand was softy rubbing the back of your neck and your felt warmth run down your spine at his praise.

You felt you moan against him and to the shame of his ego it brought him to the edge, "Can I cum in your mouth?" He felt you moan a yes and he was done for.

You were floating on the ceiling, only anchored by Ivar's hand running over you.

"You did so well, my sweet girl. I promised a reward, did I not?" You could find the brain cells to respond. Then Ivar was helping you lay on the bed on your back, re-tying your hand and kissing down your body.

"You can come whenever you want now, however many times you want. I think I have forgiven you for your misbehaviour." He wasn't expecting you to respond, "thank you for your mercy Ivar."

Just like that, he was hard again, but this was about you and making sure you were ready when he finally took you.

He was caressing you again, his thumb on your clit rubbing just so. Then he was gliding two fingers through your wetness and into your body.

He moaned as he felt your effort to stay in control, "so very sensitive, you can't imagine all the fun I'm going to have with you."

He dived in face first, licking at you like a man dying of thirst. Before long your legs were closing around his head and your back was arching off the bed in an explosion of warmth.

"Good girl, can you give me another one?" You think you nodded because his fingers were moving inside you again. You lost track of time, one orgasm bled into another and then into another, then Ivar was standing over you with his cock in his hand.

"Would you like me to fuck you my love?" You nodded but he shook his head, "I need a verbal answer y/n."

"Yes please, I would like that." He smiled at you then climbed on top of you, rubbing his nose with yours.

Ivar was shaking with effort, you were so tight and warm, and you moaned so sweetly. As he bottomed out he searched your face for any hint that you weren't enjoying yourself, "does that feel good?"

You nodded then stuttered out a breath, "I feel so full." Ivar smiled with pride and started moving his hips, if felt like your soul left your body, all you could feel was his weight on you and the in out of his cock.

"More please." He smirked this time, moving his arm to have more leverage, "your wish is my command."

Time faded again, your existence felt like one big orgasm. You could vaguely hear your own moans under Ivar's grunts and groans and then he left out a vicious snarl and you felt warmth spurt inside you.

He pulled out but stayed on top of you, reaching up with one hand to undo yours. He let you bring your hands down and warp them around his body.

"You did so well for me, I'm so proud of how well you took me." You felt your chest swell with the praise. Ivar stayed on top of you for a little while longer, then he was getting off you and retrieving a damp cloth to clean you up.

He finished whipping you and then climbed into bed, pulling you into his arms.

"Did you enjoy yourself My Dear?" He was stroking your bare back up and down, "yes I did, thank you Ivar."

He gave you a soft chuckle and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "sleep now pretty girl. If you like, I can have you again in the morning."

Part 16

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The God and The Seer~

Ivar the Boneless × Hecate

Chapter Ten: Ivar the Boneless' Fate

Chapter Nine..

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Hecate meaning~the Goddess of Magic, Witchcraft and Necromancy

Warnings: angst, some fluff in between

Word Count: Over 1k

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Three days pass by and no one came. Ivar was beginning to ease his mind and his commands started waning. You, on the other hand, your powers have intensified tenfold. You have been able to move objects without touching them, manipulating minds, your fire range has increased and your seer abilities have increased as well. Ivar has been letting Orabelle show you some of her techniques to see if you can mimic her gifts. That is where the manipulation comes into play. You never knew that you would be as powerful as you are today, and you are just getting started.

Ivar "Maybe, you will be even more powerful than your own mother." He says to you, after witnessing you using your powers to move rocks in the grass.

"Wouldn't that be something?" He giggles but he is too fascinated to speak. "My father once told me how frightened he was of me. Perhaps he saw what i would become."

Ivar "Oh i am sure of it. But your father was always frightened of true greatness Hecate. I have witnessed it myself. Do not let those memories haunt you."

"How could anything haunt me when i have you by my side?" You asked him as you sit down beside him.

Ivar "Hmm." He says softly, "I am glad that you trust me, my sweetheart. Your life is above mine, and i have never thought of that before. I have never cared about anyone since my mother was killed. But now, i sit beside you and we are one." He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

"I have never loved anyone Ivar. I cared for my parents but they treated me like a broken horse that could not quite be healed after it broke it's leg. I was a burden to them, and i can still feel that running through me. You are the only person that has shown me love, Ivar. You and Hvitserk. You two are all that I have." He nods swiftly. His eyes never leaving your own, but he does not speak. "So no matter what happens, whether King Harald comes to Kattegat or not, i am with you."

Ivar "And I with you." You lean into him and he meets you half way. As your lips connect, his hands meet your cheeks. His cold, yet soft hands rub small circles and it calms your senses.

"I-" then there it was. The horns. Ivar alerts immediately and you do as well. You get up from your spot in the trees and he does the same, but it takes him longer. You run towards to docking port and you see all of them. All of the ships were upon us now. And at the head of the first boat, was the man from your visions; King Harald Finehair. You can see him smiling at you, and it gives you chills all over your body. You hear your husband's crutches dig into the wood as he gets behind you.

Ivar "He is here. Hecate, go get Hvitserk-"

Hvitserk "I am already here." He shouts from a distance away from the both of you, with his hand hovering over his sword. Hvitserk slowly nods at his brother, to ensure that he has his back, and Ivar returns the favor. "Do not leave my side Hecate. He cannot be trusted, do you understand me? I do not want you out of my sight."

"I'm not going anywhere." He places his hand on your hip, grabbing it tight enough to leave a bruise.

As the ships docked, the first person to get off was him. He opens his arm's widely, as if he was about to hug one of us.

Harald "My old friend!" Ivar forces a smile.

Ivar "King Harald! Why have you come?"

Harald "Oh that can wait for when we get inside, can't it not?"

Hvitserk "Of course." He forces a smile as well.

Harald "Now...you must be Queen Hecate!" His voice went straight through you. The deepness and the raspiness of his tone was startling.

"I am. How did you know of my name?"

Harald "Oh! You are well known, m'lady."

"How could that be possible? We wedded three days ago-"

Harald "My dear, you have been known since Ragnar's time." What? How could that be? "Your father, told many stories to Ragnar about you and how powerful you will become in your time."

"You are lying."

Harald laughs "I never lie."

"Everyone tells lies, King Harald. Whether they admit them to be so, that is up to them. But i do not trust you." You say to him and he takes you all in from head to toe, stepping closer to you with every glance. You take no chance and your fingertips catch on fire. He haults and he chuckles.

Harald "Easy, my queen. I come in peace-"

Ivar "You never told me why you came." He walks past us then, walking straight towards the main building. Hvitserk scuffs, being the first one to follow him.

"Well, you were not wrong Ivar.."

Ivar "I am never wrong."

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As you join Ivar on your throne, Hvitserk stands beside you. As you watch Haralds every move, a vision comes into your sight. You are on the battlefield, Hvitserk is lying on the ground, struggling to get himself up, everyone is killing one another and you were watching everything unfold as if you were a raven, circling above. You do not know where you are or how it all came to be, but all you want to do is find Ivar. When you do, it is too late. Hvitserk is holding him as he dies in his arm's. You watch the love of your life die in his brother's arm's and you light into flames. As you return from your vision, you could not breathe.

Hvitserk "Hecate-"

"I-what?"

Ivar "What is it?"

"He wants to start another war." Ivar looks to King Harald then, as if to ask him, 'is this true?'. But Harald does not say a word, "That is why he is here Ivar, i saw it."

Ivar "What did you see?"

"Everyone killing one another. So much bloodshed. Hvitserk holding you in his arm's-why are you willing to start a war?" You look towards him then, looking directly into his blue eyes.

Harald "Why wouldn't I? It is necessary and it can be done successfully, if you are willing to hear me."

"Ivar!" He looks into your eyes as if he was saying he was sorry to you. You could hear his thoughts, "i need to know-i need to know.." you look at Hvitserk then, and he looks disgusted.

Ivar "Where are you attacking?"

Harald "England." You can see the change in Ivar's eyes, turn from fear, to greed. Hvitserk has told you all about Ivar's desire to conquer England.

Ivar "Why now huh?"

"Because you married me Ivar. I am a witch. And King Harald knows that i would fight by your side. What better aly to have than a queen with magical gifts?"

Harald chuckles, "Impressive." Ivar's eyes darken then, "Beautiful, clever and powerful...you have some new queen, old friend."

"Choose your next words carefully King Harald. Everything here can kill you, but i can do it most efficiently." Hvitserk chuckles then. He loves how Ivar's cockiness has rubbed off of you. He is proud of you as you continue. "You are a guest, who was not invited might i add, in our home. Where you tell us that you are wishing to invade England. A kingdom that has had peace for years. Why would we side with you?"

Harald "You may wish to keep the peace, my queen. But your husband, does not."

"I know who my husband is. I do not need to be reminded. And if he does decide to fight alongside you, then i will join him. But i will not be the first person willing to start a war that will end in none of our favors." No man speaks after that, until Ivar break the silence.

Ivar "You know of mine and King Alfred's past. You are no idiot." Harald nods, "But why now? Tell me in your own words."

Harald "Now is the best time to take what is ours, Ivar. King Alfred has fallen ill, once again." Ivar's interest has been peaked. "He is weak. Mostly, he is not expecting us to come for him. And to have Hecate, a powerful witch on our side, how could we possibly lose?!"

"We do lose." Ivar looks at you, "We do not win. I saw it." You say sternly.

Harald starts to pace back and forth, "Ivar, you can't just take her word-"

Ivar "The only words that I will take, is hers, King Harald. She is my true love, therefore, what she says, i believe."

Harald "I know that you believe me Ivar. You want England! You have always dreamt of being its ruler, have you not?!" He started shouting then, "Tell me that i am wrong!" Ivar does not say a word, "Now is the time to do it Ivar."

Ivar "How can i trust you, huh?" Harald stops talking, "How many times have we been on opposite sides, huh?"

Harald "That was the past."

Ivar "The past is for you to learn from your lessons. My love, tell him what happens to your kind." You hear him and you do not hesitate to do so.

"Men like you, only admire me for my beauty because you want my powers to win your wars. Your pathetic need for power. That is why witches are not men, they are only women. If the God's gave men such as yourself, powers like mine, the world would be in ruin. Where i grew up in Scotland, there were many witches, like my mother and i. Would you like to know what happened to them?" King Harald does not comply to your question, he just rises his head as his answer. "They were hanged. Burned. All of them. The last woman, she was also burned after she was wounded. And she was not even a God, but they tortured her the worst of them all. She was strong. Fierce. And they burned her alive." Ivar had to look away from you because he knew what you were about to say, "she was my mother." Your voice cracked then and Hvitserk grabs your shoulder. That gave you the extra strength that you needed to continue. "But she did not die in fear of dying. She welcomed the Valkaries to bring her home to Odin, just as you Vikings do. But a close friend of mine told me that men fear what they cannot control. What they do not understand." Hvitserk smiles and so does Orabelle in the midst of massive crowd of warriors. "And if i were you, i would be fearful as well. Because i can kill everyone in this room if i felt the need to do so." Harald looks uncomfortable. Almost frightened. "So if you doubt me, King Harald, then you will be risking everything." He takes a deep breath and tisks his tongue, then forces a smile.

Harald "Well, that was a very moving story, my queen. I am sorry to hear what they did to your mother. She would be proud of you now, i am sure of it." That was kind of him, you thought to yourself but you do not allow yourself to say "thank you" outloud. "But i am not those men. I, personally, am quite fascinated by your gifts. I do not fear them."

Hvitserk "Spoken from the person that told her that you come in peace at the first sight of her powers." He says confidently.

Harald chuckles, "Any person, man or woman, would be frightened when you do not know her. But i would like to get to know you, Queen Hecate." Ivar does not like that, "If you would give me that chance, of course."

Ivar "I will let you know if we will join your cause in three day's time. For now, my guards will show you to your room." Harald has no time to protest before Ivar's men grab him by his shoulders and drag him towards his room.

Hvitserk "Are you alright?"

"We cannot join this fight. We will all die."

Ivar "By all you mean-?"

"You die, Ivar." His face sinks. "Hvitserk was close but he makes it out alive. After you die, King Alfred stops the battle. He did not wish for this to happen to you Ivar." He looks down at the floor, "you two were friends?"

Ivar "A long time ago, my love."

"Why would you join King Harald then?"

Ivar "Because this is could be my destany Hecate. To rule England."

Hvitserk "There is no way that King Harald would let you be the king, Ivar. He would also, wish to be king." Ivar thinks about that possibility for a moment, "And you know that he will get what he wants. He has no fear, just like you. That is why you two were on each other's sides for a few years."

Ivar "For the first time, i do not know what to do."

"I know what you want to do, beloved. I just do not want you to do it. I know what i saw and i do not want that vision to become my reality." You say that and you walk away from everyone. Both of them tried to stop you but you force your way out. You walk out the doors, find your black horse and rode him for miles. For so long in fact, until you could not possibly ride him any longer. By the time you commanded your horse to stop, you have been crying for so long that you can barely see where you ended up. You were in the middle of nowhere, but you were surrounded by trees. You dismount him, take his harnace in your hand, kiss his snout and begin walking towards the treeline. After a few minutes, you find yourself in a clearance in the trees. Where flowers bloomed and the waterbed ran crystal clear. "This can't be real?" You say aloud. It was close to spring time here in Scandinavia but not time for any flowers to bloom. "Where are we boy?" He shrieks in response and looks where you are looking. You sniffle, wipe away the last of your tears and sit down in the middle of the flower bed. You start to reinvision the battle but you are stopped by a hand on your shoulder. You jolt and your powers unleash. But they get distinguished by the force that touched your shoulder. Your father.

The Seer "My child, do not be afraid." His voice was weaker than you remember.

"How are you here?"

The Seer "It was my time to come see you, Hecate. You are grieving over a loved one that is still here."

"I know what i saw. Tell me that it does not happen father." He does not say a word, "tell me."

The Seer "you cannot stop it, child-"

"I am not a child!" You blurt out of hatred. All of the years of abandonment just lashed out.

The Seer chuckles, "You are my child, Hecate. You are grown now but you are still my daughter."

"How can you say that to me? How dare you! You placed me under for years, called me an embarrassment-!"

The Seer "I did everything to protect you. I am not here to talk about your past. I am here to tell you that there is nothing that you can do to stop Ivar the Boneless. His life has been fated so."

"What are you telling me?"

The Seer "I do not have to repeat myself. You already know." You begin to cry once again, "it is his fate to go to this battle and not succeed. It is his destiny to lose, my child."

"How can this be? I cannot live without him father." You weep to him and he holds you to comfort you and you mourn a dead man walking.

The Seer "You can and you will. You have time with him, sweet girl. Cherish every second. But do not blame yourself for doing nothing, there is nothing that can stop Ivar from doing what he wishes to do. Ivar the Boneless thinks of no one over himself."

"You are wrong-"

The Seer "I am never wrong!" You pause, "i do not have much time left. He loves you, daughter. That is true. He is your person, Hecate." You weep harder, "but he loves himself over all. He cares about being the most famous viking that has ever lived. And that too, will come true in the far future. Right now, you will let him decide the fight, there is no other way."

"What do you want me to say to you father? 'Okay!'.." he says nothing, "you are telling me that the love of my life is going to die and i can do nothing to stop it."

The Seer "Yes."

"I am not like you father. I will do everything i can to save the one's that i love. I will do everything that i can to save my husband's life."

The Seer "If you do that, then you will die."

"Than so be it." Seconds later, he was gone like he was never there to begin with. You were alone with your thoughts, besides your horse. Thinking of ways to save Ivar, but coming up with blanks. You will do anything and everything, however, even if it is you that Hvitserk is holding on that battlefield instead of Ivar. That is a risk that you are going to take.

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When you returned to Kattegat, Ivar was commanding his guards to find you, but you beat him to it. Once he locked eyes with you, he dropped his crutches and got the strength to run to you without the need of anything holding him up. You hold him tightly, wishing that you didn't know what you knew.

Ivar "Where have you been?! You've been gone for hours!"

"I needed time on my own. I know too much right now Ivar. I needed time to breathe."

Ivar "What is it? What do you know?"

"I cannot tell you right now Ivar. I told you when King Harald arrived, that i saw you die.." he sighs, "and it is true."

Ivar "I am sorry that you saw that, my love. Come inside, come on." He holds you by your waist and guides you inside. When Hvitserk notices that you are home, he runs to you. He lifts you a few inches off of the floor, whimpering slightly.

Hvitserk "Where have you been, huh?! I thought that something happened!"

"I'm not okay Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "Talk to me." He says out of breath.

"I will talk to you, but i am not strong enough to talk to you." You said as you looked at Ivar.

Ivar "I understand. I will be with King Harald if you need me."

"So you have decided." Ivar takes a deep breath, "without me?"

Ivar "I need to do this, my love." You nod and look into his eyes, "soon, you will agree with me that it is the right thing to do."

"I will never agree. Not this time Ivar. I know what will happen when you go on the battlefield."

Ivar "Hecate.."

"Please just, give me some time to process everything. I will come to bed when i am ready. Can you allow me that time?"

Ivar nods, "come back to me when you are able. I love you."

"And i, you." He lets Hvitserk take you away from him and his eyes start to water. Was this a mistake? He clears his throat and his mind, wipes away the small tears and makes his way back to King Harald in the strategy room.

Ivar "What was your plan?"

...

Once you and Hvitserk were alone in his chambers, you broke down instantly. He catches you before you fall completely to the floor. He holds you as you weep and it shatters his heart to pieces.

Hvitserk "I have never seen you like this, Hecate. You are scaring me." He says to you as he holds your head to his chest.

"I can't stop it Hvitserk. It's his fate to die in this battle!"

Hvitserk "How much time do we have?"

"I do not know. My father came to see me, he told me-"

Hvitserk "Wait slow down," you try to catch your breath but you begin to hyperventilate. He cups your cheeks and forces you to look into his eyes. "Hey, look at me. Hecate, you need to breathe." He coaches you into breathing properly and he calms your heartbeat down as well. "Good.. now, the Seer came to see you?"

"Yes. I was in the middle of nowhere and he appeared. He told me that i cannot stop this from happening. That the God's have fated it. And if i do, than i will die." His eyes started watering as he processed the information that you gave him.

Hvitserk "So what you are telling me, is that either way, i will lose someone as a result of this battle?"

"Yes."

Hvitserk "You or Ivar will die?"

"Yes." He scuffs, frustrated and confused.

Hvitserk "I can't save either of you?"

"I'm afraid not. I wish that i had a better answer Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "Me too.." he snickers and you look up at him.

"What?"

Hvitserk "Nothing. I just do not know why i am so surprised. I lose everyone that i come to love. Ivar and i have had a love-hate relationship our whole lives. I have betrayed the only brother that i truly loved, to be with him. Ivar killed all of the women that i have ever loved, that is why i am not married, and why i do not have any children." You listen to him and just hold him tighter as he continues, "so when you just told me that i could either lose you and my brother, i do not know why i am surprised. The God's must hate me."

"No Hvitserk! They do not, they just have their ways. Sometimes we understand why things happen, and other times we do not. I do not know why Ivar is fated to die in this battle, nor why i can not stop him..but i love your brother and i will do what i can to save him."

Hvitserk "Hecate, if it comes down to you or him, you should be the one to live."

"What?"

Hecate "You should live. You deserve to more than him. And to be completely honest, i think that he wants to."

"You think that Ivar chose to join King Harald because i told him that he would not make it out alive?"

Hvitserk "Possibly, yes." He takes a deep breath, "That is why i want you to live, Hecate. You have so much to live for."

"When he dies, a part of me will die with him." You admit to him and he nods in agreement.

Hvitserk "So will i, but we will find a way to move on. Especially if we remember to realize that Ivar did not protest this, he could have chosen not to fight."

"And yet he made the decision without me.."

Hvitserk "Because he knew that you wouldn't allow it." It sinks in, "Are you starting to believe me?"

"Yes, but i just can't believe it. We just married and now i am learning that in a few weeks-month time, i will be a widower."

Hvitserk "You won't be alone Hecate. As long as i live, I'll be by your side." You wipe away your tears for the hundredth time this day and he helps you off of the ground. Your legs are so weak and your heart is breaking, piece by piece.

"You better be. If i lose you too, then i will have no reason to live on." He kisses your forehead to comfort you, before bringing you in for another embrace. He knew that this day would come, when Ivar would be too headstrong and die in battle. However, he did not expect it to be coming to light this soon. He has grown close to his brother and to think of losing him is a very hard pill to swallow, even though he has put Hvitserk through so much turmoil.

Hvitserk "You're okay. You'll be okay. We both will be okay. But we will need to give each other the time to heal." You nod, "Do you think that you are ready to join them?"

"I am not sure." He nods, "I want too. I want to be strong, but i know that once i see my husband, i will break again."

Hvitserk "I know, but you cannot hide Hecate. You still have time with him and the time is limited, and we don't know that limit." He is right.

"O-okay. You are right, where are they?"

Hvitserk "They are strategizing a few rooms down." You nod, he gives you a few more words of reassurance and then you two left his chambers. He made you feel as good as you possibly can due to the circumstances, but you are emotionally detached. You are now numb and furious. You just got your life in order. You are married to your soulmate, your people are taking a liking to you, your home is a home...and soon, that will all be ripped from your grasp. And who better to blame than the God's who fated this on your beloved? You just wish that all of this was a nightmare or another vision that has not come true yet. But unfortunately, you were in the present moment, and Ivar is standing across from Harald Finehair, the second person to blame for all of this. Everyone can see your emotionless face but bloodshot cheeks and eyes, and are stunned. Harald, the most, giving the fact at how strong you were when he met you at the dock.

Ivar "My love..?"

"I'm here, what did we miss?" You ask strongly and passionately. Your voice was back but it was hoarse.

Harald "Are you alri-"

"I do not need your sympathy, King Harald. You are the reason why my husband is going into a battle out of nowhere, with no cause nor any reason except for simple greed. So either tell me what Hvitserk and I missed, or i will leave and go to bed because i am in no mood for your personality right now." Harald chuckles, then clears his throat. Preparing himself to speak after that little outburst from you.

Harald "Very well. While you two were gone, Ivar and I were trying to figure out the best areas for attack. They are highlighted here and here." He points to the blocks on top of landmarks. You nod, too tired to protest that as well.

Ivar "What do you think?"

"Whatever you see best, Ivar. I have never been to battle. This will be my first."

Harald "And are you trained-?"

"Yes, I am. Do not question my ability."

Harald puts his hands up in defense, "My apologies, my queen."

Hvitserk "You should go to bed, Hecate. You look like you are about to faint."

You nod, "Yes." You kiss Ivar gently before excusing yourself out of the room.

Ivar "Watch her, she isn't going to make it to our room." Hvitserk sniffles, then he walks towards the door. However, before he could even look at you, he hears a thud. You had indeed, fainted. Hvitserk runs to you and carries you to bed. "Why is she so weak, brother?!" He shouts, worriedly.

Hvitserk "Have you forgotten that she has been gone for hours, dealing with her own demons and on top of that, all of the visions that she has seen, regarding this battle?"

Ivar "No-"

Hvitserk "She has been crying since Harald came to Kattegat Ivar, that takes a lot out of a person. She is exhausted."

Ivar "I don't like seeing her like this."

Hvitserk "You wouldn't be seeing her like this if you made a different choice. But you won't do that Ivar. You can never turn down an opportunity to be king of another land."

Ivar "You would not choose differently, Hvitserk. Do not kid yourself."

Hvitserk "If you think that, than you do not know me at all Ivar." He leaves Ivar a few seconds later, taking one last look at you before he shuts the door behind him.

Harald "She is even beautiful while she sleeps." Ivar ignores him on purpose, "you can still change your mind.."

Ivar "No. This is what i must do. She will heal. She always does." He makes King Harald leave the two of you alone for the remainder of the night. As he climbs into bed, you instinctively cling to his chest and he whisper, "I know that you hate me right now, but i must do this. I know that one day, you will understand why, my sweet Hecate. I love you and i will always love you. And i will cherish the rest of the time that we have together..if you can hear me, please forgive me. I love you, my sweetheart." And you did hear him.

"I love you too, my beloved Ivar." He smiles then, tightening his grab around you as you do the same. You heard what Hvitserk said to you back there, that you should be the one to live. But of course, you think the opposite because he is your person. Right now, you are so exhausted that you can't think about anything else. Your mind shuts everything down and everything goes black. As you slept, Ivar holds on to you, memorizing every single detail of you. Taking in all of your perfections and thinking to himself, "i will love you forever, my true love."

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Unexpected Places (Pt. 11 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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Walking slow, you keep up the pace of a heavily pregnant Aslaug. The news of the child on its way came on the last day of the feast for your wedding and it was well-received by everyone. The snow falling gives Kattegat an amazing look, with everything painted white. The ocean is starting to freeze, but there are still boats coming and going, doing the last trades by sea before the ice keeps them away, having to endure the walk instead of sailing here.

Heading to the main hall, you stop when Aslaug stops, a hand on her swollen belly. “Everything alright?”

“Yes. I just need to lie down for a while.” She answers, setting in motion again. “Ragnar sons are always–” She's cut short once you enter the hall, the high number of people gathered around getting both your attentions. “Did something happen?” She asks, raising her voice. Ragnar comes to stand beside her, very protective ever since he found about the pregnancy.

You make your way to where Ivar is, seated on Ragnar's throne. “What's going on?” You ask him. “Bad news?”

“Boats were seen sailing this way.” He answers, gesturing, and dismissing the men. “With your brother's flag.”

“What the hell does Aethelwulf want?” Shrugging your shoulders, you stand beside Ivar, who takes your hand and places a kiss on it.

“Ask father.” He says, clearly annoyed.

Raising an eyebrow, you look at Ragnar. “Last raid I might have left implied that you were here on Kattegat, so... I think they came to take you back.”

“Why would you do that?” You inquire, hands on your hips.

“They were really pissing me off.” Ragnar justifies, and you roll your eyes.

“Are they coming for war?”

“No,” Bjorn says, entering the hall and dusting off his clothes from the snow. “I don't think they're planning on battle us, on our ground, with such few people.”

“Good. It means I can just tell them I don't wanna go and they'll leave.” Sighing, you look at Ivar. “And here I was planning on asking you to take me on the next raid.” You complain to Ivar, shooting Ragnar an angry glance. “England came to me.”

“Missing home?”

“Are you seriously asking me if I want to sail for weeks, stay on a camp in the woods for the entire summer for any other reason than to staying with you?” Faking an annoyed tone, you raise an eyebrow at Ivar.

Giggling, he bites his lip, nodding his head. “My mistake, princess.” Winking, he turns his attention back to his father. “Let's do what we have to do and get this tiny problem out of our lives so I can enjoy winter with my wife.”

“Speaking of enjoying the winter, I'll fix myself a warm bath and I hope you to join me.” With that, you turn around and head inside, ignoring the low chattering your words caused.

The word got out, you think, about Ivar being able to perform sexually. But since you were the first one to know, you don't mind the gossip.

The girls don't take much time to get everything ready, and you let them help you undress before you step into the tub. You always use Ivar's tub now, since you just moved into his bedroom after the wedding. As if you weren't sleeping here before. A few moments later you hear Ivar coming inside, taking off his clothes before joining you, making the hot water spill off when he moves inside, settling down next to you.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispers, immediately pulling you into a kiss, and you can't help but smile as you cave in, running a hand through his chest.

“Thank you, handsome.” You mutter when you pull away to breathe, biting your lip.

“Won't you even consider it?” You don't follow, so you pinch your eyebrows together, looking at your husband.

“Consider what?”

“Going back home.” There's fear in his voice, and that's a sentiment he only shows to you.

Ever since the announcement, Ivar has been listening to some rude things. People are mean, some of them at least. They say you'll leave him, trade him for a full man. That you'll get tired of him soon enough. You've been into awful arguments with some people about it, and Ivar have nearly killed a man a few weeks ago. With time, these comments are fading away, but it always gets to him. And when it happens, it's your mission to reassure him your love hasn't changed, it has only gotten bigger.

“I am home.” Caressing his cheek, you smile. “This is where I belong.” Your voice fades when you remember you have something to tell Ivar. It's been a while since you've been feeling odd, and your period is very late. “Actually, I need to talk to you about something.”

He furrows his eyebrows, a question on his face. “What is it?”

You know he wants kids, you've always knew. And you've been waiting until you're sure. And you're kinda sure at this point. “Ivar, I... I may be with child.” Speaking low, barely a whisper, you focus on his expression, trying to read it.

But you don't need too much. Ivar's lips break into a smile, and he kisses you deeply, until you're out of breath. “I'll be a father.” He says when you pull away.

“Yes, you will. And if it depends on me, you'll have a bunch of children, my love.” You can't wait to tell everyone, to let them know Ivar can do what they all doubted.

“I love you, (Y/N). More than everything.”

“We need to talk names now.” Giggling, you caress his face. “Everyone will have a suggestion.”

“We'll have to do it later.”

“Later? Why? Are you planning on doing anything now?” Smirking, you don't need any other answer than the kiss he gives you, and suddenly all the rest is put aside for a moment.

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Hours later, when the sun is about to set, you're at the docks, watching as the two boats approach. A great number of people came too, of course, to see how it'll play out. There are soldiers, ready to fight if that's the case, but if it depends on you, it won't come to that. It doesn't look like they're here for war.

It gets your attention when one of the men, standing on the edge of the ship, recognizes you. He raises his eyebrows, but you don't show any expression. Slowly, he and a few men step out of the boat, eyes scanning through the Vikings, ready to defend themselves and their leader. That's when you recognize the man, Sir Wilfred, one of your father's man, now working for your older brother. He was kind to you, so you don't have your walls all the way up.

“Princess (Y/N).” He greets you with a small smile, taking your hand and placing a kiss on it. “It's a true blessing to find you alive and... Well.”

“It's good to see you too, Sir. Hope you made a safe trip here. But may I ask why did you and such a small army bothered to sail all the way to Kattegat?” Cutting straight to the point, you offer him a small smile. Ivar, who stands beside you, gets a worried stare from Wilfred, and you can feel his anger emanating.

“King Aethelwulf, your brother, sent us. After Ragnar Lothbrok told him you were here, brought by your own will, he decided to give you a chance to reconquer your old life, as a princess, by his side.” There's more than he's saying because you know your brother. It doesn't sound like something he would say. Aethelwulf wants you back because he can't even begin to imagine who would want to stay here. And he's ego demands him to try and get you back, so he can present you to his court, telling them how you came back to your senses and abandoned the barbarians.

“Tell my brother I have no intention of leaving Kattegat.” You begin, getting a weird expression from Wilfred, and some of his men start gossiping with each other. “I made myself a home here, among the Vikings. I even married one.” Gesturing at Ivar, you have to bite back the laugh that threatens to emerge at the surprise on Wilfred's face. “This is Ivar the Boneless, my husband and the father of the child I'm carrying. And I believe you know him very well Sir.”

“My princess, I don't understand–”

“I'm thankful for this... Rescue party you brought with you across the ocean, but I don't need to be rescued.” Cutting him off, you step back a little, gesturing at the people who stand behind you. “This is my place now, my people. My house, my King and Queen, my husband and friends. I'm not being held against my will. In fact, I didn't come against my will.” You raise your voice, so all of his men will listen, so the truth can find a way to your brother's ears. “With the same people you call soulless, barbarians, monsters, I found great happiness, something that I never had back in England. And I apologize if you had to endure such a journey for nothing, but I won't be going with you. And, just in case you were ordered to take me by force, I must advise you not to try it. Because you will lose.”

“My princess, those aren't the orders,” Winfred speaks again, clearly uncomfortable. “King Aethelwulf commands that, if you are indeed here by your own will, and refuses to return home, he will tell your people you died, and never again you'll find refuge in his kingdom.

Laughing a little, you shrug your shoulders. “So be it.” You simply say, looking at Ivar, who has a smile on his lips. “I'm not going anywhere.” You tell most to your husband than to anyone else. “It was good to see you one last time, Sir Wilfred.” But now I must ask you and your men to sail away from Kattegat. Your presence here isn't welcome.”

“I wouldn't stay even if you invited me, Prin... (Y/N).” He quickly corrects himself, and the change of humor makes you giggle.

“I wasn't planning on inviting you, Sir. Have a safe trip back to England.” Nodding at him, you turn around, walking away with Ivar next to you. Everyone steps out of your way, and you notice how some of Ragnar's men take a position to follow the Saxons back to their ship and until they're far enough from the town.

The commotion soon stays behind as you make your way back home, the wind, which gets colder by the day, messing with your hair.

“I love both of you,” Ivar says, out of nowhere, making you stop on your tracks by the main hall's entrance.

“What's that now?” Squinting your eyes, you stare at him, a chuckle caught in your throat.

“You make me happy. Like I never thought I'd be.” He comes closer, a hand on your belly. “This child is the very image of what we feel. And I never thought I'd ever love someone this much. Or that someone would love me even though–”

“Well, I love you. Just the way you are.” Your heart warms up at his smile, genuine and kind. “Now, let's get inside. It's getting cold.” Taking his hand, you pull him inside.

Many things are on the way now. The child, the raids, on which you do want to go every once in a while. The road is long and full of surprises, but you're willing to enjoy every step of the way. You never thought this would be how your life turned out, but as crazy as it is, it's good. It's the proof that love and happiness can be found in the most unexpected places, and you found both those things in a town across the world, with people who live in a completely different culture, in very different ways. But you would do it all over again, and now that you're here, you'll never take things for granted. You'll never trade this for anything else, not even for the throne of Wessex. This is far more valuable than all the crowns of the world.

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[yarbz]

cowardly game of rival — n.jaemin ( f )

synopsis!

 ━ as the girl’s football team captain, you were used to the endless derogatory taunts, the wolf-whistling, the attempts at romance being boys telling you what they thought of barcelona’s starting XII. na jaemin fell into all those catergories, a detestable flea in your hair. as sworn enemies, there was not even an inkling of romance, and you were convinced that your attraction to him was ONLY physical. weren’t you?

pairing ━ na jaemin x female!reader

word count ━ 6k

genres ━ fluff, rival!au, football!au, comedy, romance, very little of the football game is described in detail.

warnings ━ profanity, football terms, dirty jokes, y/n and jaemin are literally just cowards

( author's note! )

this one came to mind when i thought of how i love female footballers and decided that jaemin would be the idiot in question to chicken out of confessing to their crush by being an ass instead. i really hope you like it !! other notes are sissoko is the name of like three different players and a cracker is slang for a really good goal.

Football.

A sport of creatively insane wits, fancy footwork and incoherent celebrations. Those were all the things you loved about it, along with the ridiculously cute uniform.

It provided you an escape from the man's world, a chance to carve out your own story, free from the shackles of stereotypes. At least, that's what you'd initially thought.

Unfortunately, the boy's football team made it their sole objective in life to demean you. As captain, you took on the strenuous task of refusing to resort to physical violence when a stupid comment about your short length was made or when boys assumed you couldn't tell your Sissoko's apart (you could, quite well actually).

You had taken it as a sign of war, and refused to comment on their pathetic sneers. You did, however, feel as if Na Jaemin made a blood pact or something to be a parasite towards you.

He stood at the cusp of six foot, towering over you like an evergreen beanstalk, cheshire-cat like smile taunting you. Chocolate colour tresses fell over his eyes in straight lines, shielding his forehead.

It's not like you paid attention to his visage, but even you had to admit in your spite that he was attractive. And horribly so.

Today started like every other, going to your locker before heading to your homeroom. Luckily, you'd managed to get there before the freshmen started to pile in. Being a senior had its positives along with its various faults, one of them being the early access you got to the school.

You jammed your key in the lock, flinging open the locker door, making quick work of exchanging your books. In your fast-paced stupor, you didn't notice the figure leaning behind the door. You slammed the door shut, nail catching an patch of skin, scraping it.

"If you wanted me to leave, you could've been less catty." The voice wheedled, throwing a withering glare in your direction. You rolled your eyes, annoyed, arms crossed across your chest.

"Jaemin." You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Why are you hiding behind my locker? Are you looking for a death wish?"

He sat up slowly, soothing his reddening nose, suddenly regaining his smile as he leaned closer towards your face. "If I was looking for a death wish, I'd eat whatever food you just stuffed in there."

"Fuck off. Don't see you making any gourmet meals."

"I'm the gourmet meal." He slithered, breath fanning your nose. From this distance, you could see the wonder swimming within his eyes, breath caught in your throat.

Damn, he was too fine.

You tore your gaze from his eyes, "And yet, I don't feel inclined to taste it." He jumped back in surprise, eyes widening, giving you an opening to dash. Chuffed that you left him speechless, you walked towards your next class, resisting the urge to turn back to revel in his awe-struck face.

Jaemin's eyebrow quirked in curiosity, crooked smirk hanging from his lips. He watched you stalk away, cursing underneath his breath softly. You carried a fiery aura around you, burning him with every snarky remark — even though it beat him bruised ghastly lavenders, he could bear to play with fire if it meant you would pay him attention.

You see, Jaemin did not hate you as per say. The 'hate' which you believed in was merely his inability to profess his affections towards you. For lack of a better word, he was a coward.

A dashingly handsome one, but a fragile, chicken-legged coward all the same.

You'd made it to class in record time, ego bared boldly on your shoulders, attracting the curious eyes of your best friends Yangyang and Donghyuck. Both were terrorists in their own right, but you couldn't help loving them all the same. Sure, they came as a dreadful pair, but love had decided to shackle your heart to them.

"What's got you so happy? Jaemin finally drop dead?" Yangyang joked, shifting to make space for you. Headband strapped to the pinnacle of his forehead, he grinned at you from beneath the base of stretchy ebony material.

"No..not yet." You hummed, sad lilt to your tone.

"Awh, didn't kill him yet?" Donghyuck teased, nudging Yangyang in their laughter. "I think it must be love stopping you from committing the crime yourself." You shoved both, peals of laughter tickling your throat at their whines of pain.

"If you don't shut up, I'll be killing you two instead, never mind Jaemin." You snapped. "Love is what I feel when I score a cracker from the halfway line. Seeing Jaemin makes me want to jump out of the nearest window."

"Are you sure it's not just unresolved sexual tension? I, too get antsy when I haven't jacked off—"

"Finish that sentence and you'll have no arms."

"I'm flexible enough to suck myself off." Yangyang mused, "You'll never stop my libido."

"You're disgusting." You and Donghyuck said in sync, swatting his grabby hands from flying at your shoulders. Quite frankly, you didn't want to hear about his freakishly boneless limbs, or his untameable sex drive, nor hear anything about his genitals at all.

"Does that count as self—"

"Yes, it does. Please don't be telling people that I'm your friend, or that you can do that. It's not a little icebreaker."

Friendship with these two had crossed all sorts of personal boundaries you didn't know existed, and it was starting to decompose you, like a rotting piece of cabbage infested by slugs, yet still hanging on for the glimpse of sunlight to regenerate.

Okay, so you were being dramatic. But, that didn't explain their dire need to over share certain aspects of their lives with you.

"Doesn't change the topic at hand —Did you get my pun?" He asked, looking for Donghyuck's reaction.

"I did. Not going to comment on it before she breaks my arms. Just know I enjoyed it very much."

"If I wanted to mess around with Jaemin, I'd put my hand in a beehive. It'd sting less." You snarled, slamming down your books. They winced comically, faces alert as the teacher walked into the class.

Apart from football, you enjoyed learning — how to make things, break things, self defense, people skills, and education fell not too far from that. Classes like biology interested you greatly, which is why you found yourself fully immersed in the process of respiration.

Your mind drifted for a second, thinking back to what he'd said. Was it actually sexual tension? Did you actually bare an emotion other than loathing towards him? Then, you thought of that face and how you'd want to do nothing more than break his pretty little nose—

Yeah. There it was. You were normal after all.

School had come to her daily dreadful end, and you were happily striding into the ladies' changing rooms for football training. Nobody had gotten here yet, luckily.

You glanced over into the full body mirror, tugging at your shorts until they fell just above the bump of your knee, pulling your sock midway at your calf. Lean abs shone underneath the dim light, and you proudly paraded around the room, happy to be alone.

A knock on the door came, and you swung the door open with a feverish excitement. "Who is it?"

"Didn't take me as a bra kinda girl. Was thinking more spandex or a binder." Jaemin seethed, hands on hips, azure jersey hanging off his lithe frame.

"You're insufferable. Why are you here?" You groaned, choosing to ignore his taunt at your breast size. His eyes crinkled into upside down crescents, wandering lower to the dip of your frilly black bra.

"To see my favourite girl, of course." He whistled, eyes still glued to your unmarked expanse of skin. "I think those need a new owner." He pointed towards your chest.

"Preferably one whose face I can stand to look at."

"I'm roaring with laughter." You snarked, voice dripping with sarcasm, making no attempt to cover yourself up. Jaemin was still staring, face flushed a flaming cerise. "You gonna keep staring or are you gonna leave me alone?"

"I'm not staring. Why are you staring at me?" He shot defensively. Your eyes narrowed at him, watching his cheeks darken with every lingering stare.

"You're in the girl's changing room, drooling over two lumps of fat on the body of a girl that you hate. The real inquisition here is your lack of sensibility to stop thirsting after anything with a vagina."

Jaemin stayed silent, eyes boring holes into your full lips, tongue instinctively darting out to wet his own nimble, chapped ones. Rolling your eyes, you lead him to the door, hand clasped against the door handle.

Then, you heard loud footsteps approaching the room, incoherent rambling increasing in clarity. You began to conjure up a plan, wondering how on Earth you'd be able to kick Jaemin out without the girls knowing.

With the shouts of the team gradually getting closer, you panicked, chucking Jaemin into a locker.

"Fine, I'll leave! Lemme out!" He squirmed, trying to come out of the metal confines.

"You can't leave now, they're literally outside. Do you want to be stomped to death by Nike Mercurials?" You hissed, closing the door over, much to his protests.

"Don't wanna die with the last image being your breasts."

"If you survive this, I'll gladly provide you a new image."

He shut up at that, and you straightened, reaching for your jersey in a false calmness. The girls burst in, squeals of various greetings being thrown across the room.

You smiled gently at them, encouraging them to get changed, joining in to laugh at their jokes. The topic kept shifting from manicures to new boots before finally settling on Na Jaemin.

"Cap'n, what's going on with you and Jaemin?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes softly. "A boy on the football team told me that you guys are dating."

Dating..that devil? A sin punishable by death! You repelled all instinct to shudder in disgust, instead choosing to maintain a neutral expression.

"I am absolutely not dating Na Jaemin. He's a despicable little mongrel and I'd rather eat my shoe—"

"Mon bébé chérie, why do you curse me like this?" Jaemin squeezed from the locker, voice like a wounded puppy.

"Did you hear that? I think it was—"

"No! It's my Jaemin impression. Isn't it so good?" You spluttered, voice rising in volume. You were sure that your face was a painful beetroot, breathing crazily as you over-exerted yourself.

"Cap'n, it was so good I almost thought Jaemin was in here with us!" She gushed, hands clasped. "You guys would be so cute together. Even if you don't like him, I think he most definitely has feelings for you."

The rest of the girls joined in at this, shouts of 'you should take a chance!' resounding in the hollow room. You'd already ruled out that as a possibility, chalking it down to his uncontrollable thirst for being a pest. Na Jaemin was your rival, the utter bane of your existence, a rodent that fed on robbing your spirits dry of any positivity.

"He'll get a chance when pigs fly." You muttered, noticing their eyes staring at you inquisitively, as if they knew something you didn't. Awkwardly, you smiled at the girls, ushering them towards the door, scanning the hallway after the last one had skipped out.

Jaemin untangled himself from the locker, straightening his limbs, pulling at his calves in a stretch. You peered over your shoulder, frown deepening at him.

"Did you mean what you said?" Jaemin breathed, walking into your personal bubble. He was way too close. His breath tickled your forehead, eyes dark with something you couldn't decipher.

He felt his heart pound against his chest, resisting the urge to pick the stray hair in your eye to the side. You were looking at him with a confused expression, nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed. You were going to be the death of him. Devastated, he broke eye contact, feeling all forms of fight seep from his bones.

"You don't like me." You whispered, wincing at the wobble in your voice. "Everyone's just saying that....right?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"No. I want you to say no."

"I can't do that."

"Well, you have to say no. I don't want to hear the rest of your sentence — keep us as just this." You softly yelled, pointing between the pair of you. "Don't change anything."

"Okay. I'll leave, but only because you want me to. But, before I go..you've gotta start being more observant." He sighed, ruffling your hair before making his way out.

"I’m plenty observant. Wouldn’t be a good player if I wasn’t.”

"I’ll see it when I believe it. Oh, and the thing you said about pigs flying..”

“What about it?”

“Renjun’s working on it.”

You laughed heartily, locking the door behind you. So, Jaemin did in fact think of you as his Aphrodite — all those nicknames were genuinely created out of affections. 'Mon bébé chérie' held a lot more emotional weight than it did twenty minutes ago, and you had to breathe before your eyes prickled with saltine tears.

Fresh air hit you like a loaded delivery truck, Mother Nature delicately wiping the tears from your eyes, shaking you with a cold flourish, roaring your cheeks to life. The team had already started their warm-up drills, as opposed to the boys' football team who were cooling down from their jog.

You ran over, tightening your ponytail, shifting into 'Captain' mode. The coach pushed you into the circle, encouraging you to take the reins. "Team, we've been doing nothing but straight work. Let's make this session count before the match tomorrow." You shouted, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline.

The team chanted back, settling into their positions for the first drill — a penalty shoot out. You stepped to the ball, striding back to gain a better angle, socks hugging your knees.

Giving yourself a five second countdown, you charged at the ball, foot pointed, kicking it with a passion that rivalled Lionel Messi. It rolled in the back of the net, flying past Hyejoo, who could barely even process it.

"Still got those fire feet, I see, Cap'n!"

"Lady Luck gave them to me for a reason." You boasted, smugness slapped all over your face.

From the corner of your eye, Jaemin snickered, winking at you when you turned to make eye contact. At least he had the audacity to keep up appearances in front of everyone, even if you had probably made everything awkward.

"My granny could kick better than that, babes!" He boomed from across the pitch, teasing smirk on his lips.

"Your granny lives in a retirement home and still calls on you 'Nana Banana'..it's not very nice to lie." You retorted, eyes narrowed, nearing his hunched form.

"Doesn't mean she can't kick your ass. Granny was a little Aguero back in the day."

"She can't if I'm the Manè, can she?"

"But I'm a Modric. I'll beat your ass, any day, any time." He grinned, leaning in to you. "In any way you want."

You heard blood pumping in your ears, your cheeks filling with immense heat. He grabbed your cheeks softly, grinning even wider when you flushed even warmer, a human sauna. Pushing a lock out of your eyes, he searched your eyes for any sense of rage, face softening at your lack of that emotion.

"Any..way..I want?" You mouthed silently, innuendo catching your attention again as you mulled over the words. "Na Jaemin, you're a dirty boy."

"I think you're the dirty girl." He hummed, saying the next sentence in an octave that made your head spin, quietly enough that only the two of you could hear. "Sauntering around in your little Victoria's Secret bra, cozying up to me without even batting an eyelash or covering up."

"These boobs are mine. I'm allowed to show them to anyone I want."

"So you admit to showing them to me? You admit that you were trying to put on a show for me?" He pressed, purposely craning his neck over you.

"I was trying to change. If you didn't come into the room like a little pervert, you'd never have gotten a visual of these."

"And yet I know how they look now. There's nothing that can erase that image."

"Fuck you, Na Jaemin."

"I think you meant to say fuck me, but I'll allow the slip-up just because I'm so nice." You squirmed under his predatory gaze, heat in your cheeks akin to a fever. "Better get back to training, Cap. Your team's got a match tomorrow."

You hissed at him weakly, choosing to walk away from his provocation, going back to the team, who were all smiling at you with a glint in their eye. By the looks on their faces, they'd definitely taken that exchange as a form of flirting.

Not that you were disputing it, of course.

The coach rounded the girls up, calling them to grab bibs. You relaxed, running over to take the last bib once you'd calmed down. Na Jaemin was a little toe-sucking, filthy mongrel who only knew how to charm his way out of everything — totally not your ideal type or anything.

His penance for being blunt coupled with that honeyed voice was what was throwing you off. Not your physical attraction to him. At least, you hoped so.

The shrill shriek of the whistle behind you shook you out of your mind, bringing your attention back to the practice game. With every shot at the goal, you could see Jaemin taunting you, making kissy faces.

After the first half, you weren't sure if it was real or if you were hallucinating — almost like a mirage, he was wearing that stupid little smirk and there was nothing more you wanted than to slap those lips clean off his face.

Soon enough, you clocked that it wasn't just an illusion, as he'd shifted to the opposite end of the pitch, the other boys from the football team watching from the stands.

They'd started jeering at every pass, exaggerating their reactions, commentary toeing the border of sexual harassment. You volleyed the ball on your foot, battering it into the stands, grinning widely as it hit one of the boys in the face, leaving his nose lopsided.

"If you're gonna be a sexist piece of shit, just fuck off. My team doesn't deserve to hear your brain-dead commentary, nor see your fuck face." You smiled, bite in your voice. "Kindly take the opinion that nobody asked for and shove it up your ass."

Jaemin's eyes twinkled with respect, breath caught in his throat at the dark look in your eyes. He felt his chest warm in adoration, heart doubling in size. "You heard the lady."

"Includes you too, Jaemin. Better get home before Granny Na starts missing her little boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Fuck off." You said playfully, recovering the ball. He waved you bye, lugging his bag over his shoulder, fixing the collar of his jersey. A beam touched your lips, face lighting up.

Jaemin smirked back at you, taking his leave. He dragged the remnants away with him, leaving the girl's football team alone in the cooling dwindle of Autumn light.

"Nice shorts." A tug.

"Oh? Na Jaemin complimenting me?" You mused in surprise, arms folded across your chest.

"You didn't let me finish." Jaemin whispered, standing on the sidelines of the pitch, pulling at the hem of your shorts. "Ooh, I can see your stubble. Better bring out the razor."

Your jaw tightened, feeling that rush of annoyance fill your veins again. The nerve.

"More stubble than you'll ever grow on that chin."

"At least I'm not a human Sasquatch."

"I've got hair in the right places—" You started, catching the innuendo, glaring at Jaemin's raised eyebrows. "—I know what I meant. Don't be such a dirty boy."

"Say it again. Love the way it rolls off your tongue."

You gaped at him, whole body blowing a fuse, skin reddening at his tone. Sweltering heat danced atop each fingertip, each muscle, making you jolt. His gaze was still glued to your face, relishing the quickly dilating pupils in your eyes.

"I—"

"—Would rather have you speechless after our first time, not for your championship final. When you win, I'll buy you fucking adorable ice cream with the little star sprinkles that you like."

"Going to ignore you on that first statement, but the second one sounds like a motive."

"Win the match, and I'll ask you out. Properly."

You saw his eyes flash with something passionate, flakes of gooey molasses swirling behind the irises. Before you opened your mouth to reply to him, he pleaded silently for you to just take it as it was. "Gimme a chance. Who knows you better than your enemy? Nobody."

"I mean..."

"Only you know that my grandma calls me those corny names or that I see her all the time."

"Or that you lose every game that's not football because you're too lazy to pay attention." You added.

"And I know that you broke a guy's jaw because he was bothering Yangyang." He continued. "And I also know that you know one thing I've never told anyone."

"Ooh, what's that?"

"That I like you."

You looked away from him sheepishly, goosebumps popping up on your skin, and whether it was from the cold or from his words, you didn't know. He was looking down at you tenderly, ruffling your bed of hair, pressing a small, wet kiss to your forehead as the whistle blew.

"Don't play with fire, Na."

"You're more like a carpet burn."

You sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'll give you an answer when we win. If you're playing me, I'll break your arms."

"Okay. Go get 'em, Lady Luck." He smiled, waving you off as you scurried onto the pitch, face glowing under the fluorescent lights. Jaemin felt his chest tighten with pride, jaw aching from all the strenuous smiling.

With that absurdly contented face, you reminded him of a cross between a kid at a carnival and a man about to kill another. Your hair gathered wildly atop your head, a wicked glare painting your face.

This was you at peace, he deduced. Even with the gruesome of expressions, you looked calm. The pitch was truly your home away from home.

Two minutes into the second half saw you being carried off on a stretcher with a torn hamstring. You'd fallen to the grass, no sounds coming from your limp body. Jaemin swore he felt his heart plunge into his ass, and with a frantic flourish, he was coddling your head into his chest.

"Luck, don't die on me. I'm supposed to take you out for ice cream after this, and I stole Renjun's Baskin Robbins loyalty card to cut costs so if we don't go, I'll be getting beat up without having kissed your stupid face." He babbled, slapping your cheeks, scared that you'd genuinely lost your life.

You groaned, rolling slowly in the elastic. "Stop touching my face, I'll get acne." Mildly concussed, you soothed your throbbing headache, registering Jaemin's face looming over you. "Jaemin?"

"Oh, thank God. Thought I'd never see that unruly sparkle in your eyes again."

"Fuck off. My hamstring feels like a fried chicken mukbang and you're talking about my eyes."

"I can't cry before our first date. You'll think I'm a wimp."

"Already think that."

He hit your arm lightly, beaming at your focus on his face, meeting your eyes. You were glaring at him with a kissable pout on your lips, eyebrows furrowed — he wanted to pepper your face in balmy kisses.

The paramedic pushed him away, leading you to the ambulance. You flipped him off, yelling loudly as they wheeled you in, "Make sure you win! Won't forgive you if you don't."

The girl's football team had gathered around the door, all tight-lipped smiles and crumpled faces. They visibly brightened at your declaration, huddling together to recalibrate — the ref blew her whistle to call them back, summoning them back into position.

Yangyang and Donghyuck left the stands, rushing into the ambulance alongside you, closing the door behind them. Jaemin could faintly hear your loud curses, and sighed in relief, knowing that you'd be fine.

With two goals up, the team were at optimum working speed, playing loyally for your honour. Jaemin stood at the sidelines, holding your jacket in his hands as he recorded the match on his phone, wanting to send it to you later.

At 90 minutes, the girl's team had become the winner of the Division One Seoul Inter-district championship, and Jaemin was content. Not because it meant you'd go on that date with him, but because he could feel how much it meant to them.

Everyone around him was cheering madly, chanting and spraying assorted drinks in each other's faces, an infectious joy lingering in his veins. Amongst all the commotion, he'd somehow been pushed into the middle of the team, feeling their gazes boring into his frame.

"You like Cap'n, right?" The brunette said, eyes bright.

"No. I don't like her. She's my rival." Jaemin lied pathetically, trying to escape their judgement.

"Why were you in the locker room then?"

"Damn. How do you know that?"

"Cap'n is horrible at lying, so she's always upfront. She also cannot do an impression so she never attempts it."

"Wow, you guys sure know your stuff. Bet she's glad to have a team like you. I know I'm feeling a little jealous."

"Cut the smooth talk. If you like Cap'n, just be straightforward. She's more innocent than she seems, and can get her heart broken easily."

"Got it." He nodded, "Well...ladies, I have to thank you for the advice."

"No problem, but if you break her heart.." They chorused, "We'll break that pretty little nose." Fifteen studded feet swung at his face, narrowly skimming the bridge of his nose.

He flinched, caught off guard, grin bared. "Now, I definitely got that message. I'll be going to check up on her, what do you want me to say?"

"We've already called her and shown her the trophy, so we have nothing left to say, you, however...take all the time you need."

"Since I have your blessing, am I allowed to—"

"Don't finish that sentence. Keep in your lane."

Jaemin promptly closed his mouth, and bid them a goodbye, dashing into his car towards the hospital, stopping at Baskin Robbins to buy the ice cream he promised. He hoped you’d at least be able to eat the sprinkles (the ones you liked were expensive, and if you didn’t eat them, he’d just wasted an extra 2,500 won.)

In the hospital, you were now dressed in a medical gown, surrounded by the two idiots. It smelt like an experiment lab, and the spotless shades of ivory splashed on the walls made you feel a tad bit overwhelmed.

Your leg had already undergone the MRSI scan, and the nurses had told you that you’d definitely tore your hamstring, but surgery would fix it right up along with natural healing.

Of course, all those details lacked in comparison to your team finally winning the trophy you’d worked so hard towards — that excitement numbed the pain considerably.

“We thought you’d somehow died.” Yangyang confessed, grasping your hands in his clammy ones.

“You did.” Donghyuck sneered, pointing at him, continuing when he saw your face change in confusion. “Yang was convinced that you were invincible like Superman or something. He started blubbering about how you could definitely defeat the grim reaper in close contact and that should be enough to steal back your soul or whatever—”

“I’m just never going to ask questions again.”

“Jaemin was on the verge of a breakdown when he saw you fall. Never have I ever seen him run so fast towards a girl.” Donghyuck said, hand on chin in mock thought.

You blushed, remembering your promise about the ice cream and falling back into the bed in distress.

“What’s going on with you? I saw you two all friendly at the sidelines.” Yangyang murmured, eyes squinting in judgement. “Don’t tell me...you guys fucked before the game?”

Suddenly it was too hot in the room. You fanned yourself to cool down, slapping your own cheeks before pulling Yangyang’s ears. “Yeah, because I have the guts to just have my first time in a school setting.” You deadpanned.

“Naughty girl.” Both boys swooned, unable to note your sarcasm.

“Just because my leg is gone doesn’t mean I can’t harm you anymore. I’ll break your kneecaps.”

In the midst of your fight with your best friends, you spotted Jaemin opening the door, wearing that greasy smirk that made butterflies tickle your throat.

“I see a broken leg isn’t enough to stop you, is it?” Jaemin drawled from the door, hands behind his back. “Still threatening people?”

“It’s not threatening if they deserve it.” You mumbled, suddenly shy. Jaemin maintained his distance from you, arm outstretched, ice cream tub in hand. He was looking away from you, faint blush tinting his cheeks, lips squeezed in a puffy ‘o’.

“Not that I remembered or anything, but you did say something about liking these sprinkles.” He said, eyes darting around to focus on anything but you.

“I do...like these sprinkles..how did you know?”

“Everyone calls you star, and you’re cute. It’s your personality in an edible sugar shape.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, forgetting both Donghyuck and Yangyang were seated in the room. It felt like the two of you were just stuck in your own world, glaring at each other like a pair of lovers.

Unfortunately, that moment was cut short by your ungracious best friends, cooing annoyingly. They were squealing like little girls, incomprehensible screams of ‘our girl’s grown up!’ scraping your eardrums.

“Leave me alone!” You whined, face scrunched in discomfort, making futile attempts to push them away. “Jaemin...please get these two off me.”

“Asking your boyfriend to get rid of us? Already?” Yangyang hollered, one of Jaemin’s arms stopping him from jumping on you again.

“He’s not my boyfriend. As of now, he’s the only sensible one who isn’t mauling the girl with a broken leg, and that’s why I’m asking him for help.”

“Should I throw them out?”

“Yes —actually, do whatever. Let them go terrorise someone that isn’t me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

On that, Jaemin escorted both boys outside, shutting the door on them, cutting off the beginning to their long-winded rant with a smile. That left the two of you alone.

Oddly enough, the silence wasn’t stifling but rather a conversation of the mind — you were able to see what he wanted to say by looking into those mocha coloured eyes. You threw the ice cream tub in the bin, reaching for Jaemin’s hands shyly.

He’d sat down beside you on the bed, just staring at you like you were an abstract painting, a mosaic of a splendid array, unable to take his eyes off you. He took your hand warmly, running his fingers over your calloused knuckles, sharing his heat with you.

“Jaemin.” You yawned, head falling onto his shoulder. “I’m saying yes to your date. If I didn’t get injured, you could’ve taken me out today, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Being with you is enough for me, even if I do want to comment on your horrible tackles during the match.” Jaemin teased, grabbing your hand a little tighter.

“Haha...I’m dying of laughter.”

“Hey! None of that here.”

“Sorry. I’m just happy. My team won our first championship, which we’ve been trying to do for three years, and I feel on top of the world. All those years of boys being absolute dickheads to us about our abilities, trying to put us down have amounted to this moment. I’m at peace right now.”

“Don’t apologise. I should be sorry instead. It was easier to talk to you if I pretended I hated you. I shouldn’t have been like that.”

“I accept your apology. But..I think it was cute you couldn’t tell me you liked me! That’s so endearing.”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s my line! Well, you were always attractive to me, even when you were being a dickhead. Now that I think about it, you’re at your hottest when you’re being mean.”

“Is that so?” Jaemin mused, rolling onto his hands, dangling over you, lips eerily close to your own. “Do you want me to treat you mean, keep you keen?”

“Firstly, don’t ever say that again.” You stopped him, hand placed on his chest to push him away lightly. “Secondly, I’ve never had a boyfriend or my first kiss. That means no experience.” You slurred that last part, rushing the words so he wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Cap’n, you’re telling me that I’ll be your first?”

“Not if you don’t ask me out.”

Jaemin sat back beside you, looking up to the ceiling. This was the moment. He took a deep breath, standing up before you, hands rubbing his stomach softly to calm down.

“I wanted to do a real dramatic confession, but I rushed over here in fear that you wouldn’t be able to hit me again, so I’ll have to stick with my speech.” He cheesed, trying to ease himself of his nerves. You laughed, hissing in mock anger when he wore that stupid grin. “I like you. Like a lot. Sometimes, I come to school with a dirty scowl on my face, but then I see your face and start smiling like a love struck fool. You’re someone that I wouldn’t want to lose.”

“Jaemin, you little mongrel. Come here.” You waved him over, arms outstretched in a hug. “Even though I know your ego won’t let you ask me out properly, I would love to be your girlfriend. However, if my heart is broken..I’ll be stoning your car.”

“Thought you were gonna say that you’d break my face.”

“That too.”

He snuggled closer into you, peering up at you with shining eyes, not wanting to move too much to keep you comfortable. You grinned back at him, placing a soft kiss on his head, running a hand through his hair.

That familiar silence returned, and that’s how you fell asleep with Na Jaemin enveloped in your chest. Although you’d broken a leg, Lady Luck seemed to have twiddled her fingers to send you a ‘get well soon’ present, the ever cunning Na Jaemin.

Five months later had you no longer hobbling around on crutches like a hobbit, but walking proud and tall. Jaemin drove you to school (using the excuse of carpooling) and helped you take your books to first period everyday — the alpha male in him winced seeing you attempt any ‘heavy lifting’, and he’d made it a routine.

“Can you fuck off? I can carry this.” You complained, pinching his side. “Just because I see a physio biweekly doesn’t mean I’m about as able-bodied as a monkey.”

“Got the hair to be a monkey.” He snorted.

“Look who’s talking, Mr.Sasquatch. Bigger feet than his prints, you little scoundrel.”

“Big feet means big—”

“Don’t finish that if you wanna keep the body part in question.”

“—heart. Dirty girl.”

You felt the honey pooling in your stomach, kissing his cheek in haste to escape his relentless teasing. He shut up at that, pulling you back to kiss you properly, attracting the attention of everyone in the hallway.

“Get to class.” He announced as he parted from you, enjoying your petulant face. You hit him softly, flipping him off from behind you, blowing him a kiss.

Ah, Na Jaemin. You still hated him. Just a little less this time.

[jjungkooksthighs]

finally got enough time to read yearn for you and girl!!!!! where do I start from? first of all, I'm sorry you did not receive enough love for this fic but I'll try my best to try and express all the gratitude for you. ok so, this is gonna be messy because english is not my first language and I'm a bit dyslexic so forgive me😔... I remember reading edacity and thinking damn! she can write! and got soooo hooked on the way you write. then I stumbled on claws of carnality and I already told you anything I had to say about this fic: a masterpiece. then I decided to read undercurrent (I couldn't read it straight away because of how long it is and how hectic life could be) but then again, what else could I have expected from you? the way you described the scenes (don't wanna spoil anything if people didn't read it yet).. it was like I was there (this applies for all of your fic but this one has something different to it? can't really describe it, I'm sorry). you are such a talented writer, so elegant, so eloquent, so detailed, so entrancing, so attractive in a way? so when you announced you were going to post another story I was thrilled! and you delivered, god, did you deliver. I was so frustrated with jk at the beginning of the story, you pulled me in your story with just a few sentences.. but at the story went, I felt so content because of how you described their relationship, the trust they have in each other, the desire to please the other, the love you can basically feel through the words and when I was reading about the flashback, I could feel the love. I also loved how even if he is a hard dom, he is so whipped for her... when she stands after he strips her and he sees her kick her heels off and he grins? my heart beat a little faster, don't ask me why. I loved how even if jimin was there, he could also have not been there at all and the after care? the way he is basically going around, calling her his fiancee, love them. at the end, my greedy, curios brain (and heart, who am I kidding) wanted more lmao. I have a few questions if you don't mind.. what happens with taehyung? because he was a bit of a brat, trying to get in her pants and then complaining when he got a bit left out? honey, you got a big storm coming. will you ever write little drabble for this couple? like, how did he propose? not gonna lie, kinda curious about the dress he picked out for her for the gala.. no pressure tho baby, feel free to ignore this part. I also loved how he called her petal and flowers and how he didn't even think twice about buying the necklace. want something like this for me, it would be the life, having someone you love who loves you back and is always ready to remind you... anyway, this is all for today, gonna go read yean for you a few more times now☺️🥴. hope you are having a good day, we love you💙

Your english is very impressive for someone that doesn’t speak it primarily, darling. You don’t need to apologize for being dyslexic, either. You can’t help that and should not apologize for something beyond your control. Anyway, you found me through Edacity, huh? It’s always interesting hearing about how you guys find me, I have to say. That one was written in a lust filled craze following the video that the gif used for that fic was recorded from. Manbun Jungkook really took my pussy (and fingers) and said WORK FOR IT. Ugh, he’s just so hot istg I really couldn’t help myself when I wrote that fic, lol. Anyway, it’s cute that you cycled through like all of my fics and I’m glad that you liked my work enough to keep reading through everything that I had posted on here! I will say that Undercurrent is very precious to me because it’s the very first reader x member fic that I wrote and posted to Tumblr. I love that story so much and I’m so elated to know that you appreciated it as much as you did! It took about two weeks for that like YFY, but every time that I sat down to write it, I just would smile like an idiot whenever I’d read through it at how cutely I encapsulated the lovers to be in their feelings for each other. 

Truly, who else writes a damn novel for their first ever fic? Gah, I am still so soft over Undercurrent. That fic is like my first child, lol. It is very special to me. So is COC, but we all know my sentiments about that fic at this point. I feel like I’m being annoying with it, but the self-consciousness and insecurity about that one still persists and whenever I hear about it from my readers, I get nervous because I have this lingering anxiety that more negative comments will be given on it. Well, this ask isn’t about COC, so I should move on, I think. Sorry about that mini-rant, anon!

Switching back to YFY, Jungkook’s personality in this one is a little different than what I have done before and I am glad that you liked the way he’s built in terms of his characterization. I wanted to show a Jungkook that was so in love with you that he is willing to give you anything you want (even if that means fucking another man) while also staying true to the possessive creature that we all know he is in real life. He adores reader very much and because of that, he just wants to see her happy at the end of the day. She is a constant in his life and gives him stability where the world would fall apart under his feet and he cherishes her for that for sure. I adored their relationship just as you did because they care about each other so much and each one of them just wants to please the other always. It’s funny that you say that Jimin could have not been there because the person that commissioned this fic from me actually wanted just a CEO!Jimin fic in the beginning, lol. Kook wasn’t even factored into the story in the initial stages and it actually was going to be a hybrid CEO!Jimin fic where he goes into heat while at work, but that idea was never fully fleshed out because Jungkook had to come out with his D’ICON stuff and really, it was over for me when I saw that video of him in the leather fit. 

I talked to my commissioner about it and she was more than eager to have Kook involved in the fic (even though she originally thought that I would not go so far as to write 31.5k words worth of shit that Kook was responsible for over 22.3k for before Jimin even makes an appearance, lol. I couldn’t really help it being the Jungkook slut that I am, but hey, it brought such sin out of it and I can’t apologize for THAT because it was too much fun to keep writing the lewd escapades of reader and her fiance that loved his future wife too much to deny her of anything so as long as he is part of it. 

As for Taehyung, well...let’s just say that Jungkook had a nice “chat” with Taehyung and the two ended the discussion with Jungkook sat in his office while Taehyung got to listen to a recording of reader fucking herself with Jungkook’s name falling repeatedly from her lips. Taehyung may or may not have had a tent in his pants while Jungkook gave a cruel smirk and when you’re summoned to his office, let’s just say that Taehyung gets a nice show while Jungkook fucks you over his desk. Now, this is done AFTER Jungkook orders you to bind Taehyung’s wrists with his tie so that he can’t do anything while he watches, his lips drawn between his teeth the entire time that Jungkook fucks into you like a crazed man. When it’s all over and you lie boneless on the desk, Jungkook eats the sandwich you brought him off your stomach before eating you out and let’s just say that when Taehyung leaves the office, his cheeks have never been more red both with embarrassment and rage. 

Wow, I really let myself keep going with that, huh? I guess that shows just how much I’m fond of YFY, lol. 

I would consider writing a drabble for YFY, but that would have to be commissioned as I am facing a financial crisis right now and can’t really afford to spend time writing anymore unless I will be compensated for it! It’s very sweet to ask that because it shows me you want more of this story and that’s very heartening to know!

As for the dress, I would be more than happy to show it to you if you message me (you can go through anon again if you prefer) once more with that question because this ask is already really long! 

Also, I’m pleased to know that you liked the pet names! I have a weakness for them, you see, so you’ll find an abundance of that in just about everything you read from me. 

It would be quite a life to have a man like YFY Jungkook in it, wouldn’t it? You would never want for a thing with him, that’s for sure. You also would never feel deprived of attention or love because he’d readily relinquish both to you 24/7. I wanna swoon over YFY Jungkook because he’s just so dreamy, isn’t he? 

Anyway, I am so happy to hear you liked the story. Thank you for reading my work and taking the time to say all of that, lovely. It really makes my day so much better when you guys tell me things like this and I can’t thank you enough for being nice enough to let me know all of this!

[crime-bot]

Please Have Literally No Expectations Whatsoever When Reading This Because I Only Put The Fist Things That Came Into My Mind In This

They wanted me to meet great expectations. They didn't expect me to break said expectations by defeating a crocodile with thin air. They didn't even know what was happening before it retreated back into the water after acting like it was hit by a very invisible to the normal human eye and definitely not real ghost-shaped projectile. Perhaps I could be… the next airbender? I think I might be… so far I can change oxygen into nitrogen, so I got air manipulation down.

Oh right, and I also defeated a crocodile with "nothing but thin air". That's not really that important, now that I think about it. I mean… it was pretty easy. All I /REALLY/ had to do was throw my ghost friend at it, and sure, they got absolutely miffed, but at least I'm a town hero now. Now all that's left is to get myself a cool airbender weapon to defeat more gators with. Maybe I'll even be able to fool the nation into believing I'm the air bender MASTER! … Yes, that sounds simple enough!

I walked into the store with my ghost accomplice and slammed my money ($4.20) onto the counter before screaming, "THIS IS A ROBBERY! HAND OVER YOUR FINEST AIR BENDER GEAR AND NO ONE GETS NO MONEY"

The cashier, already done with my shit, pointed towards the clothing section of the Walmart. Ah, yes, I can feel it. My journey to fooling the nation is coming closer. I strode towards the flannels, all hero-like, before grabbing one and tying it around my waist. Hm… it seems nice… but I could do better. I grabbed yet another flannel and tied the sleeves loosely around my neck.

"Oh, that actually looks pretty cool! It's like a cape, but for lumberjacks," exclaimed the ghost accomplice.

"Well then get ready forrrrrrr…" I got a bunch more flannels and put all of them on. I even ripped a few for maximum coolness. "THE FLANNEL-FIGHTER!!!"

Multiple shoppers nearby gave me a weird look, but I didn't care because I was so cool. I went back up to the cashier's desk and asked, "So how much?"

The cashier looked at me with tired, weary eyes, the likes of which have seen countless battles and equally countless tragedies, before answering with a resounding, powerful, "That'll be $4.20."

"YYYYYYYYYES!!!"

I slammed the money back onto the counter and bolted out, my ghost accomplice in tow. Get ready, crocodiles everywhere, for the Flannel-Fighter has arrived to exact false justice.

"So… now what," asked my ghost accomplice as we dined on the riverbank.

"What do you mean?" I responded, popping a forkful of mashed potatoes into my mouth.

"Well," they lightly dabbed their ghost face with a napkin. "Didn't you want to be the 'Air Bender Master'?"

I slammed my hands onto the table, which made the candle between us shake dangerously for a moment. "WHAT-?!" The salmon nearby trembled. "Oh sorry guys. -Waitwaitwait, I /did/"

"Yeah." The ghost plucked a salmon out of the water from their chair and began to stroke its back. "You even paid money for a costume. By the way, cool flannels."

I looked down at myself to see that I was absolutely covered in multiple layers of lumberjack attire.

"Woah…."

"Woah indeed." The salmon in their lap wriggled, and they lifted their ghost hands to let it jump back into the river.

"So, back to the point," They picked up their paper plate of ghost boneless pizza and tossed it into the river for the rats to consume before continuing. "If you want to be the 'Air Bender Master,' you should probably start training. Also, if you don't mind, I'd much prefer that you never throw me at any sort of reptile ever again."

They plucked a crocodile tooth out of their side and winced.

"Yeah… I think it'd be really nice to be the Air Bender Master… but that name's dumb. I want a BETTER title!" I handed them my plate, but they just looked at it in disgust and handed it back to me.

"Oh really?" They shoved the table into the river to clean up. "Then what do you have in mind, 'young grasshopper?'"

I decided to settle on throwing the glass plate into the river and thought. "Hmmmm…. How about….. the AirMaster5000?"

"Eh, that seems like the name of a household appliance. I'm not really a fan of it."

"Then… Mr. Cool."

"Getting colder."

"The Four-Legged Wonder"

"That reminds me of something…  what was the name… Aesop's Tables? I think he has a story with that title. We probably shouldn't use it in this story if we don't want to be sued for stealing creative material."

"The Furnace"

"Getting warmer. It's better than the other names you came up with, but didn't you want to be an /Air/ Master?"

"Oh… right. Then maybe… The Fantabulous Air Balloon."

They studied me and squinted for a long while. Who knows what form of divine judgement was taking place within the enigma of their mind. They were wise; wise from years of roaming this bleak world and collecting knowledge from the most knowledgeable of scholars, and I was ready for whatever divine retribution I may experience by their hand.

"That's not actually too bad… afterall, you're always full of hot air."

"YES! Thankyou, ghost!"

"No problem." They went to setting up the water bed, as well as the ghost bed, but paused. "Wait… if you wish to wield air, you must learn to sleep on it."

"I do?"

"You do."

"I have to sleep on air?"

"Yes," a wicked grin began to spread across their face as they obliged, "an air mattress." 

The blood drained from my face as I was stuck by their words. An air mattress-? No-! At that time, air mattresses were my worst enemy, and if I knew anything, it was that I did NOT want to sleep with my worst enemy.

"... No…."

"I'm afraid you must." They reached into their plastic shopping bag and pulled out a fully inflated air mattress.

The moment I saw its dastardly face, I yelled with all my fury and might, "YOU-!"

The air mattress, being an inanimate object, did not reply.

"YOU SCALLIWAG! COME HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A /REAL/ MATTRESS"

"Alright, stop your yelling and go to bed." They tossed it into the river

"But--" I glared and pointed at the fiend as it floated on the water, held in place by the salmon. "That's my SWORN ENEMY!"

"For now. You must learn to make peace before you learn to fight." They began to leave. "I'll be back in the morning to see your progress."

I watched them leave before turning to look back at the air mattress.

"But… I can't…"

WILL I BE ABLE TO SLEEP WITH MY SWORN ENEMY? IS MY GHOST FRIEND SECRETLY CONSPIRING AGAINST ME BECAUSE I LITERALLY THREW THEM AT A LIVE CROCODILE? WILL IT /EVER/ BE MY TURN WITH THE BRAINCELL? TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO ALL MY INTELLIGENCE HAS GONE WITH THE WIND

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Unexpected Places (Pt. 06 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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In the Blue

Ivar's room is twice the size of yours. You're blushing a little when you get inside, pacing around as he locks the door. “When I said we could get to know each other better, I wasn't expecting life to give a little push.” You mutter, letting yourself fall on a chair.

“We might as well take the chances life gives us then.” He snaps back with a smile. You do want to follow up his mood, but you can't stop thinking about the reason why you're here.

“Yeah.” It's everything you manage to say, starting to undo the braids on your hair.

“If you think you won't be safe here you're welcome to leave and find one of my brothers too–”

“That's not it, Ivar.” Deciding to cut him off before he goes on with whatever nonsense he has in mind, you raise your voice. Your fingers fail to deal with the braid on the back of your head, and the hair gets all tangled up. “Damn it!” You curse, giving up and sighing. “If I wanted to go with Bjorn, I would've, alright? Or Hvitserk, or Ubbe or whoever.” Bouncing your leg, you cup your hands together, nervously massaging your knuckles.

A few moments of silence follow before Ivar moves. You're about to ask what he's doing when he stops right behind you in the chair, and you feel his hands on your hair. “You learned fast.” He mutters, and you feel as more and more hair gets loose, cascading down your shoulders.

“Aslaug was a good teacher.”

“I still don't understand how you made my mother go from despising to caring about you in two days.” His clutch falls from where he had laid it, but you're quick to hold it before it hits the ground, pulling it to rest on your lap. “It's still a mystery to me.”

“She wanted to know about my life, and I was honest.“ Taking a deep breath, you smile when Ivar pushes all of your hair over your shoulders, signaling he's done. His fingers brush on the skin of the back of your neck, and by the way they linger a little too much, you wonder if it was an accident or not. “Everything I said that day, on the first feast, is true. I hated m life back then and now... Now I get to make my own decisions.” Getting up from the chair, you hand him his clutch. “That's why I chose not to stay with Bjorn.”

“Good.” He says, smiling as he moves to the bed. “Now you get to chose again. You can either sleep on the chair or here with me.” Ivar sits on the edge of the bed and starts to take the metal armor around his legs.

You do consider the chair, thinking that maybe you could wait for him to sleep and only then move to the bed. But he'd tease you just the same. And you'd be just sharing the bed, it's no big deal. You wouldn't mind if it was Hvitserk, but with Ivar... It makes you way too nervous. “I guess it's alright.” Slowly, you walk around the bed, watching as he gets rid of the metal before taking his shirt off. “Whoa. What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to sleep.” He explains as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

The last thing you want is to see Ivar shirtless. But still, you can't help but look. Your eyes travel through the tattoo on his back, but the muscles are what get your attention. He pulls his legs up, giving you a better sight of his arm and chest. But then he looks straight at you, and there's no way you can pretend you weren't staring. “The tattoo sucks.” You mutter, turning away from him and taking your jewelry off, putting them down on a small table near the bed.

“I thought girls liked it.”

“Well, I don't.” When everything is off, you loosen your dress a little before fixing the blankets on you.

“Well...” He mirrors your tone as you lie down, facing the ceiling. “You're not like other girls, are you?” Ivar does the same, flat on his back.

“Guess I'm not.” Taking a deep breath, your mind goes back to the feast. “Maybe that was why those men had eyes on me. I know I still look like an outsider most of the time.”

“They set eyes on you because you're pretty.”

“Pretty or pretty stupid?” You snap, turning your head to look at him.

“More pretty than stupid.” He shrugs his shoulders. “But since they don't know you as I do, they only get the pretty part.”

“You're such an idiot.” Elbowing him, you look at the ceiling again. But the jokes only make you remember the facts, and you can't help but feel disgusted and scared. “Those men were looking at me like I was naked. They were already... Imagining it.”

The unpleasant thought is suddenly pushed back when you feel Ivar's hand grabbing yours. It feels like tiny lightning bolts are crawling through your arm, and you immediately look at him again, turning the palm of your hand up, allowing his fingers to intertwine with yours.

“I meant what I said. Nobody will hurt you.” He's serious now, not even a hint of doubt on his voice. His grip tightens a little, and your smile.

“Thank you.”

“And I have this.” Letting go of your hand, he turns on his side, searching for something under the bed. You're about to ask what he's doing when Ivar pulls up an ax, laying it on his chest. “My baby ax. Small but deadly.”

Raising an eyebrow, you giggle. “Are you really going to sleep with this on the bed?”

“Yes, I will.” He simply says, fingers tightly around the ax. “Good night, princess.”

Ivar is impossible... He's something else entirely, and this makes your smile grow wider. “Good night, prince Ivar.” Turning away from him, you get comfortable, feeling truly safe next to him.

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Loud knocks on the door make you wake up abruptly, grunting and pulling the blankets closer. After some seconds of silence, the noise comes back, and you decide to check what's going on. But you're about to move when you feel a weight being pulled away from you, the warmth that made you feel so comfortable vanishing. Staying very still, you feel the bed moving a little when Ivar gets out, and you notice he had an arm around you. Blushing, you bring a hand close to your mouth, biting your index finger out of nervousness. The door opens and you recognize Aslaug's voice. Slowly, you move, trying to pretend you're waking up.

“(Y/N). Wake up, c'mon.” Is Hvitserk who calls and you finally open your eyes again and push yourself up. “Rise and shine. We have good and bad news.”

“Bad news first.” Breathing deeply, you get up to your feet. Pacing around to where Aslaug is, seated on a chair beside Ivar. He's has a light shirt on, and you kinda wished he didn't.

“Those men were seen going to your room yesterday. They kicked the door open but left when they didn't find you there.” The Queen answers, and you bring a hand to your heart. They were right, they would've hurt you. “But they were made an example of.” She continues.

“What do you mean?” You ask in a low voice.

She exchanges a look with Ivar, who smiles. It looks like he already got what she meant. “The balls, the hands, the tongue.” Aslaug shrugs her shoulders, not really bothered by it. “I was willing to let them go, but after I was told they did go to your room, I changed my mind. The three of them died quickly from blood loss and their bodies can be seen on the square. The others were allowed to leave.”

“Good,” Ivar adds, cupping his hands together. “I'd like to have done it myself, but I'll be fine just seeing the bodies.” He then looks at you. “Would you like to join me?”

“No, I... I don't wanna see naked dead bodies, thank you very much.” Muttering, you run a hand through your hair.

“Well, the threat has passed.” Aslaug stands up, gesturing for you to follow her. “Let's get you into a warm bath to help you relax and then you get to do whatever you want to.”

“Alright.” Giving a little wave to Ivar, you glance at Hvitserk, meaning you need to talk. Urgently. And you really hope he gets it.

Aslaug makes sure you do relax after last night's happening. But you feel fine, knowing they won't be around to hurt you anymore. It's a weird feeling though, knowing they're dead because of you. But then again, they were rapists, so you can't feel sorry for them. You're sure a lot of girls, wherever they were going next, will be safe now.

After bathing and having a meal with Aslaug and Ragnar, you're free to go. Ragnar told you your door has already been fixed, so you go to your room just to check if there's anything you need to fix. But everything is perfectly fine, and you know Aslaug probably took care of it. So you start looking for Hvitserk. The idiot is nowhere to be found, and you know he didn't understand your signal. You're almost giving up, leaving the main hall when you see him coming inside with Ubbe.

“Finally. I thought you died on me.” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. “Hi, Ubbe. Can I speak to your brother?”

“Sure. We're already done anyway.” He nods at you and leaves.

You wait until he disappears before turning to face Hvitserk. “What do you–”

“Ivar had an arm around me.” You burst out, grabbing his arm and pulling him to one of the tables on the corner. When you sit down, you take a deep breath. “I woke up, and I felt when he removed it so I'm very, very sure.”

Hvitserk stares at you for long seconds before shrugging his shoulders. “Is there some question you need me to answer?”

“How can you be so clueless?” Whisper-yelling, you take a quick look around, just to make sure you're alone. “I need you to tell me... I need to know if...” There's no question. There's not even a hint of what exactly you need to know. “Shit.”

“Look, it's crystal clear you like Ivar.”

“I never said that.” You're quick to dissimulate, nervously giggling. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Oh, please.” Rolling his eyes, Hvitserk laughs. “When Bjorn said you should stay with him, you basically vomited the words, saying you would rather be with Ivar.”

“Yeah. Ivar or you.” Reminding him, you point at his face. “So you can't use that incident as proof.”

“But you only mentioned me after long seconds of silence. And so low I barely heard it.”

“Hvitserk, I–”

“You don't have to hide it from me. We're friends, right? Everything I'll do is advice and try to help if I can.” Cutting you off, he cups his hands over the table. “I can talk to him if you want. Try to understand if he has any kind of feelings, but I don't think that's the type of thing he'd share with me. Or with anyone.”

“I know.” Looking down at your hands, you remember the things he said yesterday. Ivar has some self-esteem problems, and you know why. You never thought the legs bothered him so much, they surely don't bother you. “I don't mind if he's crippled you know... It's not a problem for me.”

“You should tell him that.”

“I will.” With a small smile, you raise your eyes to look at your friend. “I will.” You're still speaking when you hear voices coming from inside. “Someone's arguing.”

“It's my father. But I don't really stick my nose in his fights. He usually makes peace before I'm willing to.” He says and gets up. “I gotta help Ubbe. We weren't done, he was just being nice.”

“Go. I'll try to find Helga. She wants to go to buy something.”

“See you around.”

“Bye.” You mutter, drumming your fingers at the take as Hvitserk leaves. You're about to go and find Helga when the voices get louder. And you're pretty sure you heard your name. Pushing the chair away, you slowly follow the sound, careful not to make your presence known.

“...She's a princess. I thought you brought her here because of the prophecy.” An annoyed Bjorn hisses, and you hide behind the wall, holding your breath. “Now Ivar is all over her and I don't see you doing anything.”

“I wasn't thinking about the prophecy. I promised her father I'd let her go, that's why I spared her life.” Covering your heart with one hand, you furrow your eyebrows, trying to process what Ragnar just said. Why would your father want you to be kept alive? What kind of plan he had? And why would Ragnar keep the promise? “And I thought she'd have better chances here and if she didn't, I'd send her back or whatever, I wasn't thinking about what the Seer said.”

“But he did say it, didn't he? That I'm to marry a princess.”

Then that's it. That's why Bjorn approached you in the first place. He didn't like you or anything, he only did that because of some stupid prophecy.

“Look, you want the girl, go and make the girl fall in love with you. If she doesn't, that's a shame, but you're a grown man, so quit whining about it.”

“Then what? You'll let Ivar steal her from me?”

Steal? Who he thinks he is? Biting your lip, you don't even hear Ragnar's reply, anger building up. You can't just let it go, you can't let him think that. So, taking a deep breath, you step out of your hiding place, letting yourself be seen.

“Stop talking about me as if I'm a thing.” Raising your voice, you have a finger pointed at Bjorn. “I just got out of a forced marriage, and I won't marry you just because someone said something.” Ragnar steps away, clearly with no intention of intervening.

“I never–”

“I'm a free woman, haven't you heard?” You decide to remind him. “I'm free to love whoever I want, I surely don't love you!” Giving his chest a push, you storm out, finding the closest door that leads outside and walking through.

That's exactly what happened before. People made plans for you, for your future, without even consulting you. They didn't even ask, they just expected you to do as you're told. You won't have it anymore. Not here, not anywhere, from anyone.

You're walking fast, not sure where. You just need to get away from Bjorn and his stupidity. The woods soon surround you, and you climb some rocks and slopes, tears of anger blurring your sight.

All your life you've been pushed into things. The only thing you were allowed to do, that you really enjoyed, was learning about the Vikings. But just because your father admired them. All the rest, you were forced to do. You remember is clearly, the day Ecbert said he'd have you dragged down the aisle, in chains if that's what it took, to marry you to that disgusting Edward. You cried that night, made plans to run away, plans you knew would never work. Everything was lost until the Norsemen arrived. They turned everything upside down, and you have no idea how it became something good for you. A chance you never thought you'd have, a chance you won't let anyone ruin.

You stop suddenly, a crack filling your ears. Looking around, you notice you left the woods some feet behind. You're standing on ice, and the white coverage goes on for many miles ahead. Cursing yourself for not paying attention to where you were going, you turn around to go back to land, but another crack, louder this time, makes you freeze.

“(Y/N)!” Someone calls, the voice being dragged by the wind.

“Over he–” The ice suddenly opens, swallowing you in half a second. The cold water, too cold, makes you yell, losing most of the air left in your lungs. You feel like the cold creeps under your skin, freezing you, turning your members into ice. You can't move, as the blue surrounds you. There's nothing else in the world, and you wonder if this is where you'll spend eternity. Down here, turning into ice, in the blue. At least, it's silent, peaceful. So you close your eyes, letting the cold take over. You were ready for death when you met Ragnar. You might as well be ready now.

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight: "..do you really think that you would even have a chance, huh..?"

Word Count 3.5k

Warnings: some angst, fluff

The Same Night…

Ivar hid his true emotions horribly. One second, he would be looking at you or Asta and smiling and in the next, he would see Daario walking in his halls and his teeth would grind. You could feel his anger and hatred for Daario's actions in coming to Kattegat. Especially since it has only been a week or so since Asta was born, and now he is in his home. He has some nerve doing that to you and Ivar. But like he said, he was not thinking clearly. Hvitserk and Ubbe are on high alert, as well as every viking and guard in the house. Hvitserk is not letting him touch you or his daughter, that is for certain. Ubbe is sitting with Torvi and little Ragnar, but you can see his emotions change as well as Ivar's when Daario walked into the room. 

Daario "Nice kingdom you have here, Ivar."

Ivar "Hmm." 

"Treat my husband with respect Naharis. You are in his kingdom, you call him king."

Daario "My apologies, my king."

Ivar "You know, if you were not a friend of my wife's, I would have killed you as soon as you walked through those doors," Daario's smirk fades, "but because you have Y/n's respect, I will respect you in return." He said as he looked at you with a small smile on his lips. 

Daario "Y/n has my loyalty and respect, you know that don't you?" 

"Of course." He nods. 

Daario "And I thank you for letting me stay this night with you all. I promise I won't be a burden."

Hvitserk "I sure hope not." Daario tried to look at Hvitserk but he did not let him have the chance to respond before getting up because Asta started to cry. 

"I have to feed her." He hands her to you. 

Ivar "Go with her will you?" 

Hvitserk laughs, "You didn't even have to ask." Ivar nods and then looks at Daario. 

Ivar "Naharis and I are going to have a little talk." Daario's first instinct was to put one hand on his dagger but that was a foolish mistake. Ivar noticed Daario's sudden action and pulled out his dagger and held it up to his chest. 

Ivar chuckles, "Really?" Daario holds up his hands in defense, "Do you really think that you would even have a chance, huh?!" Daario does not answer, "Look behind you, my friend." He does as he is told and Ubbe has his ax to the back of his head, ready to strike if necessary. 

Ubbe "Hand it over." Daario does not hesitate to hand his dagger to Ubbe and he hands it over to Torvi.

Torvi "Well, well..how fancy Daario. Where did you get such a dagger?"

Daario "And what is your name miss?"

Torvi "I am Torvi, wife of Ubbe."

Daario nods, "Lovely to meet you. And to answer your question, it was gifted to me."

Ivar "By who?"

Daario "That is no concern of yours-" he could not finish his sentence before Ivar slammed his danger to his throat. He did not cut him, only pushing harshly into his Adam's apple. "Alright..alright. I was gifted my dagger by an old friend of mine. He since died in battle." Ivar let his dagger fall. 

Ivar "And what was this man's name?" 

Daario "Baron." 

Ubbe "Well he gifted you one fine dagger, that is for certain."

Daario "I know. I take it everywhere with me. That is why I did not think of not bringing it with me to Kattegat."

Ivar "You bringing it here, is not the problem. You were going to kill me..that was the problem Naharis."

Daario "Gut instinct, I suppose."

Ivar snickers, "Well, your gut was correct in telling you that I was a threat."

Daario "I know all about you, Ivar the Boneless. You are known all around the world. You are infamous for killing innocence." 

Ivar laughs, "I do not kill without a good reason. That is where you are wrong." 

Daario "I do not believe all the stories I have heard of you. But the killings, I do believe. I also believe that I would have died multiple times if it wasn't for your wife." 

Ivar "You are right. Y/n is my better half. She changed me as a man and as a father."

Daario "She touches everyone in different ways."

Ivar "And how has she touched you..huh?"

Daario "Her kindness. Her passion, her strength..is unmatched." He nods, "I suppose her strength rubs off of me."

Ivar "I would have to agree with you. But just remember, that you are in my kingdom, my daughter is newly born..I will do anything to keep them safe-"

Daario "I pose no threat to you Ivar."

Ivar "We shall see."

…

As soon as your daughter latched onto your breast, she calmed down instantly. You sigh from relief from the silence. 

Hvitserk "Are you alright?"

"Quite drained. I was fine until he showed up. All of this tension is so draining." Hvitserk leans down and kisses your forehead. 

Hvitserk "I know. But you are my strength. So with you, I feel like I can win a battle." You giggle, "And do not worry about Daario, he isn't coming close to Asta."

"I know that. I am her mother, he is not touching her. I may trust him with my kingdom, but never our daughter."

He nods, "I am glad that we have her with us now. It feels like we waited a lifetime to see her."

"It does. It almost feels like I have known her my whole life-"

Hvitserk "In a way you have. She was destined to be your daughter, just as she was destined to be mine. It all worked out for us in the end." You hum and rest your head on his shoulder. "You have gone through it all, kitten. But now is your time to rest and thrive." 

"All I care about is Asta and our family. You all are my priority."

Hvitserk "As you are ours."

"Do you think Daario is still alive?" He laughs, "I don't hear any screaming.."

Hvitserk "Nor do we hear chaos so I suppose he is. Sadly."

"He's a good man. Just does not think before he acts."

Hvitserk "Is that a good man to lead your people?"

"I think that he is, but when it comes to me, he thinks differently."

Hvitserk "You are right, and that is my concern."

"I understand, but I can defend myself."

Hvitserk "That you can, kitten." You lean up and kiss his lips before Asta unlatched.

Hvitserk "Done already, little one?" She coos as she yawns. "Yeah, you're too sleepy now huh?"

"Maybe Ivar will let us sleep with her tonight!"

Hvitserk "I do not think so. If Daario was not here, then maybe.."

"To me, Daario isn't even here. And his opinions do not matter to me." Hvitserk cups your cheeks and kisses you gently and swiftly, almost knocking you off your balance.

Hvitserk "I love you, you know that. If I had it my way, you would be sleeping with me every night, but tonight is not the night. It is too risky." You nod and look down at Asta. 

"Then you sleep with her." You hand her to her father and he kisses her little round cheeks. "I'm going to check on everyone, you two get some sleep. I'll tell Ivar that you two went to sleep-"

Hvitserk "Y/n-"

"I love you to two.. get some sleep." He let you walk away without protesting and you were out of the room. You know that he is absolutely right, that is why you were not mad. Only sad by the fact that you cannot sleep with your child and her father. But hopefully, that night will come soon. 

…

When you find Ivar and Daario, Ubbe and Torvi have joined them since you and Hvitserk left. That was not a surprise to you. Ivar could feel your presence as your ora filled the room and he looked in your direction. As his eyes met yours, you both smiled. 

"What have I missed?"

Daario "Where is Asta?" 

"Fast asleep. What have I missed?"

Ivar "We just had a nice long talk, my sweet. All is well."

"That is good to hear. With the being said, can we go to bed?"

Ivar "Of course. Good night you all." They all said their good nights and you and Ivar went into the chambers that you share.

"What exactly did you two talk about?"

Ivar "Well, to start, he tried to kill me-"

"What?!"

Ivar "I am still alive aren't I?!" He said sarcastically and with a chuckle. 

"What happened, Ivar!?"

Ivar "He put his hand on his dagger and I got mine out quicker. He didn't have a chance, my love."

"I am surprised that you did not kill him for that."

Ivar "Believe me, I wanted too. But I thought of you and your kingdom. If I killed him, you would have to leave for England..I can't be away from you again." Your eyes go soft and your heart flutters. "You and Asta come first in my mind. If I didn't have you two, he would have died a while ago."

You giggle, "How would you do it?"

Ivar "Oh..would you like to know?"

"Come into bed and tell me." He gets undressed while you get into your black night dress and you two join each other in your large, fur covered bed. 

Ivar "Well, where do I start?!" You two giggle like children that are coming up with a malicious plan. He tells you how he would torture Daario for the way he looks at you, before crucifying him and sacrificing him to the Gods for good luck. He went into gory detail of how he fantasizes about killing him. 

Ivar "But that day won't come unless he gives me just cause. And you know what cause that would be, don't you?"

"Yes, my king." He leans down and kisses you long and passionately. 

Ivar "I do not think that you will ever know how much I love you."

"I do know, and I love you all the same. There are just no words." He smiles and kisses your entire face before he lowers himself and rests his head on your chest. 

Ivar "When Naharis leaves tomorrow, what would you like to do, my love?"

"Hmm, I might take the dragon's out tomorrow. They have not spent much time with me since Asta was born."

Ivar "Alright."

"Perhaps we could take Asta to the lake!"

Ivar hums in relief, "I was hoping that you would say that."

"Then it is settled."

Ivar "Perfect. I love you, princess."

"I love you."

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When you awake, you hear your daughter's cries for you. Ivar was still asleep, so you slowly get out of bed and made your way to Hvitserk's chambers. When you open the door, Hvitserk is in his bed, rocking little Asta. 

"I'm here-"

Hvitserk "Good morning princess."

"Good morning," you sigh from being tired, "how did you two sleep?" You asked while getting into his bed and preparing yourself to feed her. 

Hvitserk "She slept for a few hours straight, but she could not stay asleep the past two. She was getting hungry."

"Well come to momma.." he hands you your daughter and she latches onto you with ease. Hvitserk leans in and kisses your forehead. 

Hvitserk "How did you and Ivar sleep, huh?"

"He better than I."

Hvitserk "And why is that?"

"I am not certain. I just know that I was up throughout the night."

Hvitserk "You need your rest, kitten."

"Believe me, I want to rest. But my mind won't allow it." He nods and takes a deep breath because he can relate. 

Hvitserk "Well maybe you and Ivar should head out for the day, hmm?"

"We were planning on it. But Asta-"

Hvitserk "Do not worry, I'll take good care of her."

"I know that you will. I just don't know if I can part from her for that long."

Hvitserk "Where would you be going?"

"The lake."

Hvitserk nods, "Well I think that you should go. It will bring you peace of mind." You nod while looking down at Asta, "We have to take her to our spot as well. When you want to, of course."

"Oh yes, I would love that. She will too." He smiles and kisses his daughters forehead before getting out of bed to get himself dressed. His body always takes a hold on you. But you try to control yourself because you know that you can't. 

"So um," you clear your throat, "what are you and Asta going to do while I am gone?"

Hvitserk giggles, "Anything and everything." You smile from ear to ear. Asta unlatches from you and you redress yourself and Hvitserk notices. "You didn't have to redress, you know."

"I could say the same thing to you." He chuckles and makes his way to you and cups your cheeks before kissing your lips. You can't help but moan, just a little. 

Hvitserk pulls back, "I had to do that."

"I-" there was a knock on the door. 

Hvitserk "Who is it?"

Ivar "He's awake." You're heartbeat started to race as soon as you realized who Ivar was talking about. Now you have to deal with Daario. 

Hvitserk "We will be right out." You two hear Ivar's crutch bang its way further and further from the door. 

"Great."

Hvitserk "Hey, he is in our kingdom, he has no power."

"He thinks that he does, does he not?"

Hvitserk scuffs, "Yes, yes he does. But that should not worry you, Y/n."

"I know. I have to get dressed. Come find me when you're done." You kiss him one last time before handing Asta to him and leaving the room. 

You have your maiden's braid your hair and you dress yourself in your favorite outfit: black firm-coat that has dragon attachments to hold a cape of yours, with black boots. 

"You look absolutely beautiful, my queen." Your maiden said. 

"Thank you, my friend. As do you." She smiles. 

"Duty calls!" You say with a fake smile on your face as you two walk out the door together. When you make your way through the halls, you did not hear your husband's voice, nor Daario's. So you walk on, eventually leading out the door to outside. 

When you make your way outside, you find your people as well as your husband gathered underneath an awning. You push your way through the crowd and find Daario standing before you with his nose stuck in the air. 

"What is going on here?" 

Ivar "Naharis wishes to talk to you-"

"Okay-"

Ivar "Privately."

"And why is that?"

Daario shrugs, "You are my queen, I came to see you, not everyone else."

"I am standing in front of you, what is it you wish to talk to me about?"

Daario "Y/n, please."

"What is it, Daario? What can't my husband hear-"

Daario "It's not like that-that is not the reason why I wish to speak to you privately."

"Okay. Okay, fine." 

Ivar "Y/n-"

"If he was going to hurt me, I would know it. Don't you trust me?"

Ivar "I trust you, not him."

"He has not given me a reason not to trust him Ivar. I will be close." You look back at Daario to signal him to walk with you, to which he does happily. Ivar watches you walk off with the man he should have strung up on a tree. Why? Because he did not leave when he was told to. 

Ivar "Ubbe," he walks up to his brother, "watch them. Don't let her out of your sight."

Ubbe "Never." He and two other men follow your trail, close but not too close. Ivar watches everyone scatter, and crutches his way back to the house. 

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Your strategy was to lead Daario to where your dragon's are located. Your dragon's are your biggest protectors, nothing can harm you when they are near. Daario catches on fairly quickly when he hears their noises. As soon as Ryuu notices his presence, he growls.

Daario "You really don't trust me, huh?"

"What did I just get done telling Ivar? Hmm, were you not listening?"

Daario "No, I heard what you said-"

"Then you answered your own question Naharis. I do trust you. You would not be in charge of my kingdom while I am here, if I did not."

Daario "Fair enough." You walk a bit further until your legs start to get stiff. 

"So what is it that you need to tell me?" 

Daario "I just wanted to personally congratulate you Y/n. Asta, is it?"

"Yes."

Daario "Well from what I saw of her, she is just perfect."

"She is as perfect as one could be."

Daario smiles, "Of course she is, you are her mother."

You smile, "That is very kind."

Daario, "I was wondering if I could hold her before I go?"

"I am afraid that won't be possible."

Daario "May I ask why?"

"Because I am her mother and I said no. Therefore the answer is no, you cannot."

Daario puts his hands up in defense, "Okay, alright. I had to ask, I did not mean to upset you." 

"I am not upset. If I was, you would know it. But when a woman says no, she means no. That isn't just a warning for men Naharis."

Daario chuckles, "Yes, my queen." You nod and take a quick look behind you and spot Ubbe not too far behind, which made me internally smile but you do not show it on your face. "Well, you look good."

"Oh do I?"

Daario laughs, "Yes, you do! Especially for having her a few days ago."

"Thank you, I appreciate your compliment."

Daario "No need to thank me, it's my pleasure."

"Well, I think that you should start heading back to Wessex. If you leave now, you can make it before night fall."

Daario nods, "Right, of course." He takes your hand and he kisses your knuckles. "Thank you again for allowing me to stay the night last night."

"You're welcome." You say wiping the kiss off on your coat.

Daario "I will write to you once I return, and give you updates if you'd like."

"Yes, please do. I will return as soon as I can."

Daario smiles, "Not alone, I figure-"

"Never alone."

Daario nods, "Well, we shall see each other very soon, my queen." You nod and watch him walk back up the hill and take a deep breath. As soon as the coast was clear, you joined Ubbe and the two guards. You informed them of what was said and they just listened. 

Ubbe "I saw that by the way."

"Mhm."

Ubbe "He just can't help himself, can he?"

"I suppose not."

Ubbe "Well, let's go back inside aye?" 

"Yes, Ivar and I have plans."

Ubbe "That is good! I am happy to hear that."

"Me too." You two talk the whole way back to the village and through the house.

Hvitserk is sitting with Ivar, talking and eating while Torvi rocks Asta in her arms. You smile at the sight as a sense of peace returns to your heart. 

Ivar "Where is he?"

"At the gates, about to leave." He gets up and walks up to you, kissing your lips before talking again.

Ivar "I am going to make sure that he leaves, then we can go, yes?"

"Yes." He nods and walks out the door while you and Ubbe sit down at the table. 

Hvitserk "Where did you go?"

"Daario wanted to talk, so that is what we did...by my dragon's."

Hvitserk chuckles while taking a drink of ale, "That's my girl." You giggle while snatching his horn and taking a drink of it. 

Torvi "What did he want to talk about?"

"He congratulated me and told me how good I looked for only being without child for a few days." Torvi rolls her eyes. 

Hvitserk "Well you do."

"I do not think so. My scars from Wessex have stretched terribly-"

Hvitserk "I do not want to hear another word. You are perfect. And your scars tell your life story. How brave you were, how strong you are and how you lived through it all.."

"I-"

Ubbe "My brother is right. You need to stop thinking that way Y/n. You are beautiful."

"Thank you Ubbe. And thank you love.."

Hvitserk nods and takes another bite of his food. "Can I hold Asta before Ivar comes back in? I want to get a few cuddles in before we leave." Torvi doesn't hesitate to give her to you. "Hello little one. You be good to your father while I'm away, okay?" She smiles and coos while clamping her tiny fingers around your index finger. 

Hvitserk "We are going to have a blast, aren't we princess?" He said while kissing her forehead. 

"I love you all so much..you know that right?" You asked while looking at your loved ones. Of course they all said 'yes'. "Good.." you smile and look back down at your daughter, realizing how lucky you truly are to still be alive.

TO BE CONTINUED

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