#ac valhalla x reader

[frenchoravocadotoast]

Hytham headcanons

Hytham (AC Valhalla) x GN!reader

Word count: 1078

A/N's note: I've been meaning to write about Hytham these past few weeks! Have some headcanons while I finish reading The Golden City :) (it got a bit angsty at the end)

Hytham’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. Hear me out.

He's pretty quiet (compared to the rowdy Vikings, at least), but true to his creed, he watches everything and everyone like a hawk. This applies to you too.

Hytham is willing to wait when he starts to grow interested in someone. He’d much rather approach them only once he feels like he’s gotten to know them both from the inside and the outside. I don’t see him seeking his crush out from the very beginning – he prefers bonding with them over time and seeing where things go.

Do not be fooled by his acting. Whether he’s cackling at a joke, dining at the longhouse or target practicing, Hytham is sure to be eavesdropping on your conversation. If you’re nearby, that is. This doesn’t mean that he’s spying on you specifically – he tends to strain his ears (like all Hidden Ones do, really), and sometimes, if he’s lucky, he might just hear your voice.

When he does, he smiles to himself.

You’re good friends with Eivor, and often accompany her on her errands around the village. This has led you to the bureau multiple times, and Hytham is always caught off guard by the unexpected visit.

“🧍🏾‍♂️Oh. Good evening.”

You like the place, it’s cozy and the man isn’t bad company either. So you stay, and even if there’s other parchments he needs to finish before sunset, Hytham perks up at the chance to answer any question you might have (grinning and kicking his feet when you show interest in the creed).

So that’s where you spend time together. Celebrations in Ravensthorpe are also guaranteed to lure him out of his cove – you’ll be sure to find him letting loose and coming out of his shell more. His favorite game is apple bobbing, and he’s determined to win everytime – but despite his competitive streak, he might pretend to lose if he’s going up against you.

As for gift giving, it doesn’t evolve into actual physical gifts until later on (he thinks that’d be way too obvious). Instead, his first ‘gifts’ are things you might need.

Whether you have experience in fighting/self-defense or not, Hytham hints at the training yard he and Basim use. He invites you to use it whenever you please (you can pummel the dummies for a bit, as long as you put them back in their place); and if you have no experience whatsoever, he’ll gladly teach you some things.

You don’t get to have your own hidden blade though. Sorry (ask Basim for one)

But you can try his! Just don’t die.

If you do somehow get injured, you can have the medicine he’s made. It’s all yours.

Interested in a particular topic? He probably has a book about it at the bureau (or he’ll find it somehow, don’t ask) and will gladly let you take it.

Teaches you how to do the leap of faith. If you pull his leg just like Eivor did and don’t leave the haystack, I think he’d have a similar reaction.

“Very funny. You can come out now.”

“We are so not doing this rn.”

“Please.”

“Please, Basim will kill me.”

Things start to shift when you see the signs. You crack a joke with your friends and notice Hytham’s already looking at you with a soft smile. You tell him your pouch is broken, and remember the beautiful purse you’d once seen at a market in Lunden. Days later, coincidentally, Eivor brings you a beautiful leather pouch from the same city (hint: it wasn’t Eivor’s idea). You also find him playing hide and seek with the Norse children outside, and he urges you to join.

You start testing out your theories. When spring comes, you comment on the beauty of the blooming flowers and he’s immediately crouched down, going through every plant in your vicinity to tell you everything he knows about them. By the end, you have a large bouquet of flowers in your hands.

Eivor sees this, and jokingly tells Hytham he should get some purple ones and smack you in the face with them (a courting tradition amongst Vikings). Needless to say he’s mortified.

Random secret: he knows how to make flower crowns – his mother taught him when he was younger.

He’s giving you instructions as you weave the stems together, and you can’t help but feel his eyes glancing repeatedly between your hands and face.

It’s not until Ravensthorpe is attacked that you’re forced to face your feelings. The ambush is bad – there is no escape as the docks are on fire, and arrows are whizzing past you no matter where you run. Whether you’re a villager, a sage, or a warrior doesn’t really matter. It’s the kind of attack where you’re certain your next stop is going to be Valhalla.

But then the clashing of swords stop. The last enemy falls to their knees, and through the smoke and the ringing in your ears, you hear the roaring victory of your people.

Sigurd and Basim are looting the bodies. Eivor is opening the longhouse where the villagers have barricaded themselves. But you don’t catch sight of Hytham, not until you see him emerge from the woods along with the other Drengr. His white robes are flapping in the wind, his sword dripping with blood, and he’s holding his side as he grimaces. So you run to him.

He sheathes his weapon when he sees you alive and well, eyes darting all over your face as if scanning for injuries; and before you can say anything, he cups your face and locks his lips with yours.

Congrats! You’re now dating.

Basim tells you and Eivor something enigmatic months before his sudden betrayal. Hytham’s happiness is clearly reason for his gratitude, and no matter how much you insist that Ravensthrope is Basim’s home too, you’re only rewarded with a wry smile from the assassin.

It’s months later, when you’re sitting in the empty bureau with Hytham, that you reason Basim must have known. You watch as Hytham grips the table and rakes his hands through his hair, how he paces the room when he’s not squeezing your hand. He questions everything when you realize Basim must have known all this time – must have known that he wasn’t going to stay, that his apprentice would be alright. That Hytham would be happy in Ravensthorpe. And thus, you make sure it stays that way.

[shimtarofstupidity]

(Part two)

[demigoddessqueens]

massage headcanons

part 2 of my giving massages/fluff series

Masterlist 10

connor/ratonhnhaké:ton

Takes some getting used to but he loves your gentle touch, especially when you massage his temples as well to relieve stress

basim

absolutely adores the time you have together and wants to savor it, even obliges that he give you a massage back

“Basim, we need to go or else Roshan will look for us.” “Just five more minutes…”

eivor

Nothing sounds more appealing than lounging in front of one of the large bonfires, on the furs, as your hands relax them and maybe even trace along their tattoos

haytham

He is such a workaholic he will fight you on taking breaks! 😆 but even when you do get him to relax and take a few minutes to relax, he’ll probably doze off before you’re even done

[neon-junkie]

OMFG ITS A WIN FOR THE FUCKING GAYS!! ONCE AGAIN!! If you want to do any requests for fem eivor I’d love your takes on her kinks/ general sex headcanons you may have ❤️❤️

Hell yes!!! I started being down bad for fem!Eivor the second I began playing as her. She's just so... *clenches fist*

I don't see Eivor as being the type to go wild when it comes to kinks. She's definitely not vanilla, but not extremely taboo either.

Outdoor sex is an obvious one, given that she spends 90% of her time out in the wilderness, and fucking in the longhouse isn't as private as she wants it to be. 

Nothing beats lounging around in a meadow, cuddling in a bed of flowers, watching the clouds drift overhead as Eivor holds you in her arms.

She's a switch. Always happy to take the ropes, or submit to you. It's your call, really.

There are times when she needs you to care for her, such as after a devastating loss in battle.

And other times when she needs to be in charge, fuelled by the adrenaline from a bloody victory.

Eivor is a giver. She's going to go down on you, drawing orgasm after orgasm until you're literally having to peel her off you.

"You want me to stop? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't continue picking you apart, using my tongue alone."

Over-stimulation? Yeah, you better get used to it. Eivor isn't going to stop when your thighs are shaking around her head. She wants to see you utterly debauched.

And if you try to give her the same treatment? Good luck. She's a strong woman who will literally pick you up and throw you around like a rag doll. That is, if you want it.

"You're so adorable when you try to boss me about. You seem to forget which one of us is taking charge tonight. Here, let me remind you..."

Skin contact is appreciated, but not essential. There's something feral about having Eivor pin you down whilst she's still in her full gear, blood stained and all.

However, when Eivor wants to be tender and romantic, then the clothes are coming off!

A little bit of bondage may enter your sex life. Nothing too wild, just your wrists tied together, or a makeshift gag whenever you're being too loud.

Eivor isn't going to go out of her way to introduce toys. Why bother? Her fingers and mouth work perfectly fine. But if you suggest it, then Eivor will listen, although she knows they will never compete with her skills.

After care is very essential to Eivor. Nothing beats a kiss and a cuddle, no matter if you're out in the wilderness, or cooped up in a bed of furs.

Expect a few courting braids to be in your hair once Eivor is done with you. It's a key part of her after care routine.

[that-basic-simp]

Dis Dane

Fem! Eivor x Fem! Reader CW: N/A WC: 3.3k+ A/N: Get it. It's because they call Vikings Danes. And it's a play on words of the word "disdain". I'll see myself out.

This is not good. Not one bit. As soon as I saw their boat sailing through our waters, I knew we were in for it. They were always brutes and whenever the first wave of Danes came, it was all over for us. This was a new world for them and all they ever knew was pillaging and violence. They didn't speak the language of the English. They certainly did not have the intelligence either. Now, there are more and more of them coming from across the sea. They must be stopped if we are to ensure the safety of our current people and the next generation.

I tried to tell that to my father, as he was a nobleman under the King's court. He did not listen and now the Danes were on our doorstep, slaughtering our people, taking what is not rightfully theirs. And it was all because the King could not see what was happening under his own nose. It was madness. New blood was spilled everyday and the livestock was growing thin. The farmers had fled East, away from the Danes and further into England. More and more people continue to flee and what do we do? Stay and do nothing. I was not going to become another victim.

I set out late in the night, so that it was dark as could be. The only thing that would light my way was the moon. I did not dare use a torch as it would give me away easily. Once I walked right past the gates, since we were running low on guards and soldiers, I was into farmland that was burnt or overwhelmed by the stench of dead animal carcasses. Wolves and other predatory animals found a home there and they were another threat to us.

After passing another set of gates and stepping onto the bridge, I turned and looked at the large castle in the distance. For my entire life I had lived there. I grew up with my father and sat beside princes, noblemen, everyone who held power. I remembered so many feasts whenever we had taken over new land or gained new allies. Our empire was growing, but now, it would see its end by the Danes. I for one would not want to witness such a powerful empire be brought down by a bunch of savages.

The night grew on and I grew tired and weary from walking. I had no idea how far East some of our people went. I expected to see some settlements by the river, as that brought in great opportunity for trade and hunting. But there was nothing. Those settlements were burnt down or pillaged. So much for settling on the river side after fleeing. The moon started to get higher in the sky and my feet were growing more weary by the minute. I had to press on. I couldn't stop, not even for one minute. But as the weariness washed over me, I found myself sitting down underneath a small cliff.

Sounds of metal and snickers caused me to wake from my slumber. I opened my eyes to find my arms were tied behind my back and my ankles bound. I was laying on the ground so all I could do was wriggle around like a useless worm. I let out a sigh as there were some men sitting in a circle by a fire.

"Unhand me, Danes!"

One man turned. They weren't Danes. They were Saxons. Bandits.

"You're really going to lump us in with them?" he asked.

"You can be as brutish as the Danes. Now unhand me. My father will hear about this."

"Can't do much now," he said, shaking his hand. "Your kind is as useful as thralls."

The others started to laugh while I just continued to lay on the ground in the cold. The moon was starting to dip down and little streaks of daylight were crawling onto the night sky. They got up once the sun was up and started to mill about their camp, getting ready to set off to who knows where. And I unfortunately was going to be with them. If only someone could save me.

A bush nearby started to rustle and I turned as much as I could to find there was something blue that stared back at me. I was about to scream, but a hand reached out and covered my mouth. Their face poked out from the bush and a finger was over their lips. I nodded my head and they removed their hand, receding back into the bushes. Over the course of ten minutes, the men who were in the camp were slowly being dealt with by this assassin. Once the last man was no longer standing, the person stood up. A Dane. I was saved by a filthy Dane?

She came over and cut off my bindings. I stood up and immediately slapped her, which she had no reaction to.

"You think a little slap can hurt me?" she asked in a low, raspy voice. It was like nails on a wall.

"Of all people, I am saved by a Dane!"

"You should be grateful. Your own kind wanted to use you."

"How do you know?"

"I followed them ever since they took you."

"And you just now decided to intervene?"

"Seems you were enjoying the show from down there," she snickered.

"I'll have you know--"

She reached over and pressed a finger to my lips.

"Little lady, I don't care who you are, what power you hold. If you're not someone I need to associate with, I will be on my way."

I smacked her hand away, "Get those rotund fingers away from me."

"Why? Afraid you might like them a bit too much?" she grinned.

"How uncouth! I would never associate with a Dane in such sinful manner."

"Not what I was implying, but ok."

"I must be going."

"And where exactly are you going?"

"Why? Are you going to follow me?"

"If you continue to be a target, I might as well."

"I am not some damsel in distress."

"You just were earlier."

"Fine, if I am to be a damsel in distress, I might as well wait for my knight in shining armor. An actual knight in shining armor."

She smacked her lips and shook her head, "I could have just let you be used as a thrall. I could have let those men have their way with you."

"I'd prefer that than be saved by someone like you."

"Believe me, my kind are not as bad as your people lead you to believe," she walked off.

"Can I at least get your name?" I asked.

"Now you want to be nice?"

"Just so I can put a name to your face. So I can avoid it later."

She laughed and removed the bear head she wore. Her blonde braided hair came into view and it made her piercing blue eyes stand out. There was a marking on the right side of her head and I could see some tattoos on her arms.

"Eivor," she said before putting the bear head back on, walking off into the woods.

Eivor. I shouldn't be thinking about her, even after I had finally made it East and found a small settlement to be a part of. Things were going smoothly for me and even if I wasn't in some fancy castle, it was nice being with like minded people with a similar disdain for the Danes. But as the days turned into weeks and people have been talking about the growth of a certain population of Danes, I couldn't help but think back to Eivor and that fateful night.

How the right corner of her mouth tipped upwards into a smirk. Those dangerous, yet gentle eyes that looked like the seas itself. And the blonde hair that looked like the wheat in the fields, soft and thick. Then it was the skin on her face, the scar that stretched across her left cheek. Through the ruggedness of her personality, that appeared to be the only soft thing about her.

"Y/N!"

I opened the door and found one of the villagers with someone. Wait a minute.

"Someone wishes to speak with you."

"Thank you," I said and walked towards the person. I could tell who they were just by their height and build.

I reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling her into my small house. As soon as the door closed, I ripped the hood of her cloak off.

"How'd you know it was me?" she chuckled.

"I could just smell the blood on you," I hissed.

"Really?"

She grabbed the corner of the hood and raised it to her face, taking a deep inhale.

"I just washed this."

"Idiot!" I said and smacked her upside the head.

"Hey, hey."

"I wasn't being serious."

"You need to lighten up," Eivor said and spun around the house.

"Small, yet cozy."

"What are you doing here? And how did you find me?"

"How can you eat and sleep in here? I'd be afraid of burning the place down," she tapped the small pot that was over the fire with her foot.

"Hey, stop that."

"And you sleep on that? Little lady, you really down graded from the once luxurious life you had."

"I'm actually happy."

"You are?" she turned, an eyebrow perking up.

"Yes. I am. I am happy here because I have a commune that share similar ideals and morals."

"Let me guess, you all hate the Danes. Us."

"Yes. Which I am surprised you were able to step a foot in here."

"I have to blend in where I can."

"Anyway, what are you doing here?"

"Came to see you. More like check in on you."

"It's been weeks since we had last spoken and now you're coming after me? What are you? A stalker?"

"It's not stalking if I had no idea where you went in the first place. Call it tracking."

"Alright, how did you track me?"

"Asked around of course. How else?"

"You didn't send a spy?"

"Synin is hardly a spy," she said.

"Synin?"

Eivor stepped towards the window and held out her arm, a sharp whistle came from her lips. A raven, black as night and large like a bull's head, came flying in and landed on her arm.

"This is Synin."

"She's huge," I exclaimed and stepped towards her.

The raven didn't even fly away or step back. She didn't even try to peck at me.

"May I?"

"Of course."

I reached over and rubbed the feathers. The raven let out a small caw of appreciation before I pulled my hand away.

"She's beautiful."

"The finest raven I have ever seen," Eivor said. "She's one of my best friends."

"Are you friends with all the animals?" I chuckled.

"More or less," Eivor stuck her arm out of the window and Synin flew off.

"You should leave," I said.

"Kicking me out already?" Eivor laughed.

"No, it's just that, once word travels that a Dane was here, everyone will be searching one another's houses and stuff. It is best that you keep a low profile and don't come here as often."

"I can handle myself."

"I know you can. But I don't want to be the reason I am ostracized from the village."

"Even if they do, I can always bring you back to Ravensthorpe."

I slowly nodded my head, "That's generous of you, Eivor. But would your people be willingly open to let my kind in? Especially after the way we've treated you?"

"We've seen change lately. For better and for worse. But even if you feel threatened by my clan, I won't hesitate to step in."

I smiled, "Thank you, Eivor."

I just realized my heart pounded against my chest, my face had grown warm and I felt light headed, like I was going to faint any second. What was this Dane doing to me? Was she cursed? Had she cursed me to feel this way? No. She's not like how my people describe her to be. She's different. And I've been blindly eating what my people feed me.

"I'll leave the back door open for you. Come any time. Preferably at night."

She smiled at me, "Thank you."

The back door swung open and she raised her hood on her cloak. She waved goodbye to me and stepped out of the house, heading back to where Ravensthorpe was. As she departed, something slipped out from behind her and onto the ground. I quickly went out and grabbed it before I came back inside. It looked like it was part of the gear she wears. Like one of her furs. I looked around the house before I brought the fabric to my face, taking in the scent of it. No blood. It smelt of the river and fish, the air and the birds, the pine of the trees and fresh grass. Of all people for me to be friends with, it was a Dane. I shouldn't be calling her that. A Norse woman.

I opened my eyes and found someone sitting across from me. I almost yelped and leapt out of my bed, but after I found it was Eivor, my heart calmed before it began to beat rapidly again. Her head was slumped over and her left arm was resting on her left leg as it was bent upwards. Her right leg was against the floor while her right arm was just dangling beside her. I couldn't help but smile. I got up and stepped towards her. I shook her shoulder a bit, but she remained asleep. I grabbed underneath her arms and dragged her to the bed. That was a struggle as I didn't know she had that much muscle density to her body. Once she was on the bed, I pulled a blanket over her.

"Sleep well, Eivor."

I began to do my daily chores about my house and by mid afternoon, after I had come back from helping a lady milk her cows, Eivor was awake.

"Did you bring me into your bed?"

"Yes. You looked uncomfortable sleeping against the wall."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said and put some things down on a small table, preparing dinner for tonight.

"I still never got your name."

I turned around and was face to face with her, those curious eyes looking right back into mine.

"Y-Y/N," I stuttered.

That was new.

"Y/N," she repeated. "Beautiful."

There was a long silence between us. Unlike the other silent moments I have experienced, this felt natural and comfortable.

"I should be going. It's getting late."

She was about to take off through the back door, but I reached over and grabbed her hand.

"Stay," I said.

"Why?"

"Stay for dinner."

"Do you need help preparing the meal?"

"I should be ok. Thank you."

The night was an interesting one. She told me stories of her journey from Norway and how she sailed across the sea with her people. She told stories of her raids and how she would kill those who needed to be killed. I could listen to her talk all day. That low, raspy voice was tickling something in the back of my head. It made me feel giddy inside, light weight. Like I was floating on cloud nine. After dinner was cleaned up, she bid me farewell and headed into the night. This would soon become our daily routine before a month later, someone was catching on.

"That person that keeps visiting you," the lady with the cows said.

"What about them?"

"You two seem to like one another."

"Not at first we didn't."

"They're mysterious."

"Indeed they are."

"How are they? Are they kind? Gentle? Brutish?"

I squeezed one of the udders too hard and the cow mooed loudly. I released my grip and turned to face the lady.

"I know who that person is."

"Y-You do?"

"They're a Dane."

My mouth opened and closed, but words have failed me.

"They're not causing any trouble."

"Not yet. They're all the same. Once we do something that they don't like, they're going to kill us. Slaughter us all like how they did back at home! We cannot let this happen again."

"You must believe me," I stood up, wiping my hands on my apron. "She would never hurt us."

"She?!"

"Yes. She. Not all Danes are men. And not all Danes are the same. Hell, they're not Danes. They're Norse!"

"A month ago you were talking to us about how you left the city to escape the Danes. Escape what could possible be our downfall. A month ago you were spitting on the dirt they walked on. Now, you're friends with one. Have they plagued your mind, Y/N? Have they made you commit sins against your own kind?"

"Eivor would never!"

My eyes widened and I slapped a hand to my mouth.

"Eivor," the lady whispered. "That's her name?"

I didn't move, but the tears forming in my eyes gave it away.

"Leave at once."

I ran back to the house and that night, when Eivor came, she was knocking on the back door as I had locked it. I had put something over the window and I locked the front door. She tried the front door, tried the window, but I wouldn't let her in. I can't anymore. For both of our safety.

"Y/N, if you don't open the door I am going to break it down."

"Fine, fine. G-Give me a second."

I got up and unlocked it. As soon as she stepped in, a worried look came across her face.

"Y/N, is something wrong, dear?"

"They know."

"Who knows?"

"This lady I milk cows with. She knows about you."

Eivor closed the door and pulled me into a tight embrace. The smell of the woods and river hit me. It reminded me of home. How I could smell the river from just opening my window and I could look out at the woods from the city. Tears filled my eyes and I found myself silently sobbing in her arms. Of all people, it was a person my people hated. It was someone I hated before. But now, how could I ever hate someone who is so soft and kind, gentle and caring as much as Eivor?

"Shh, shh," she cooed in my ear as she ran her hand through my hair. "We have to leave then."

"Where would we go?" I asked.

"I told you. If anything happens, you'd come to Ravensthorpe with me."

I pulled away and found the worried expression was replaced with a serious one.

"You mean it?"

She nodded her head, "Yes. I mean it."

"Thank you, Eivor," I hugged her once more.

"Of course, Y/N."

"E-Eivor?" I pulled away and faced her once more.

"Yes, Y/N?"

I grabbed her by her cloak and pulled her down to me, since she was a bit taller than me. Of all the nights we spent together, having dinner, sharing stories, being us around one another, it made me realize something about her. While she was a strong and powerful woman with a rage so strong I could never imagine, she also had a deep vulnerability that was as vast as the sea. There were nights of her crying in her sleep to where I had to comfort her. She taught me Nordic poems and songs that I sang to help her calm down. And she would do the same for me when I had nightmares of my mother. She was someone I had looked for in the city, but never found.

Her hand reached up and cupped my jaw as our lips met one another's. They were soft and warm, like how her cheeks were. Like how she was. Our lips melded together as if we were made for one another. I never would have thought I would love a Norse woman as I do now. I pulled away and tears were now sliding down Eivor's face. Her cheeks were flushed and a joyous tint was in her eyes. Such joy came together with awe and what appeared to be love was held in her eyes.

"You are mine, Y/N."

"I am yours, Eivor."

"We must go. Now. While people are asleep."

"Yes," I said.

Eivor helped me gather my most valuable belongings and we set out from the back of the village, making sure we were quiet on our way out. Once we had reached a safe distance away, we were home free to Ravensthorpe, where I would be greeted with a warm welcome and lots of mead.

[theewicked]

Wet & Warm

The warm water slid against your skin as you adjusted your legs, the bathroom filled with steam that closed tight around your body and mind, making you melt into the bubbles. Your thoughts drifted back to your wife, who was on her way back from work. Your lovely, charming wife, who last time you called, didn’t sound so pleased.

Her clients were always giving her grief, it was the type of people they typically were. She was a lawyer specialising in business, therefore the people she worked with thought little about the way they spoke towards her, and what they demanded from her. Eivor was no slight woman though, with toned muscles, icy blue eyes, and a towering height, she could put her clients into place when the situation called for it.

Though even that didn’t save her sanity sometimes.

A car pulled up in your drive, the smooth sound of it quiet and recognisable, immediately grabbing your attention. Keys jingled faintly as they turned in the front door, and soon enough Eivor shouting as for your whereabouts. “I’m in the bathroom!” You shouted back, anticipating seeing your wife again. Even though you two had been together for a while, she always managed to make you get butterflies. It was a comfortable feeling though, so different from the anxiety you got as a teenager.

The doorknob twisted and Eivor slipped into the bathroom, the sight of her making your breath catch in your throat. A black suit hugged her muscled body, the fabric of her jacket tailored perfectly to her face waist and arms, teasing her gorgeous body. The first few buttons of her white shirt were undone, divulging a pale, sculpted chest; skin that was was familiar to your hands and mouth. Eivor’s flaxen hair was done in a neat braid that had swept itself over her broad shoulder. Oh how badly you wanted to run your fingers through the soft strands.

Blue eyes softened as they landed on your figure, pretty pink mouth tugging up in a little smile. “I’ve missed you.” Eivor whispered, and started walking towards the bathtub your body resided in. You followed her every move, tracking her powerful legs as they ate up the distance between the doorway and the tub.

“I missed you too, I hope your clients didn’t cause too much damage to your psyche.” A soft laugh left your mouth as Eivor groaned, kneeling beside the tub and taking off her jacket in a swift manoeuvre. You licked your lips at the sight of her tight silk shirt, and at the way it clinged to her small breasts and firm muscles. Eivor rolled up the sleeves of her shirt to her elbows and rested her forearms on the edge of the tub before bringing her face towards yours.

Her lips met yours in a slow, sweet embrace that had you bringing your hands to cup her face. Your fingers traced her beautiful cheekbones and strong, straight nose. Eivor seemed to melt into your touch as she started leaning towards you, arms leaving the lip of the tub in favour of wrapping themselves around the small of your back. The kiss got deeper and more passionate, tongues entered and swept across each other in familiar but forever electrifying movements.

When the two of you pulled away to catch breaths, you looked down to see Eivor’s shirt completely drenched from being dipped in the high water of the bath. It clung to her abs and teased you with the sheerness of the material, making you rub your legs together under the water. Before you could pull yourself out of the trance your wife body had bewitched you in, the lady in question had moved her arms down from your back to the back of your thighs, and had hoisted you up from the water.

You yelped out in surprise, but Eivor was quick to quieten you with a more forceful kiss than her previous ones. The feel of her tongue dominating yours had your hips grinding down onto her waist where your legs were wrapped. Eivor moved her hands up to grip your ass as she walked through the hallway and into your shared bedroom. She placed your wet body down onto the neatly made bed with reverence and wasted no time in removing her soaked shirt and kneeling between your spread legs.

The warm light the multiple candles you lit before entering the bath provided you with the perfect light to admire Eivor’s damp torso, the muscles of it strong and full of temptation. You sat up and reached to remove the plain bra she wore before you even willed yourself to, and quickly her gorgeous breasts were on display for your eyes only. The soft peaks of them were highlighted by the sweet light filling the room, and you couldn’t help but lean towards them and pull one of her rosy nipples into your mouth.

The sound Eivor made was one of pure sin that had wetness dripping onto the mattress beneath you, and as you swirled your tongue around the hardening bud, her hands came up to free your hair from whatever protection you held it in against the bath water. “I’ve been thinking about this all day” Eivor moaned as her fingers quickly found the strands before tugging on them, not gently, but not as forceful as she could be either. Suddenly Eivor pulled your head away from her breast, her keen eyes watching the strand of saliva that connected your mouth to her nipple as she pulled you further away.

Eivor’s hands moved from your hair down to your bare shoulders, pushing gently until your back hit the mattress. She stood up quickly, removing the bottom half of clothes and exhibiting her thick, powerful thighs. Your hungry eyes trailed upwards and landed on the honey-blonde hair that covered the place you so desperately wanted to touch, taste, and feel. Eivor tracked your eyes and laughed quietly, rolling her eyes and coming towards you to kneel in font of you once more. Her body lowered down as she started to place gentle kisses on your lower stomach, before moving up to kiss and suck at the underside of your breast.

A shuddery gasp tore from your throat, and your hands found her strong shoulders to squeeze and caress. You could feel her smirk against your soft flesh, and you gripped the sides of her face in an attempt to pull her up. You heard a sound of frustration press against your skin before Eivor’s sculpted arms swept up in a flash and restrained you. Her long fingers wrapped around your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Be a good girl for me baby.” She said the words against your skin accompanied by a long lick that came to swirl around your nipple. Eivor’s thigh came to rest between your legs and you started to grind your cunt against the hard muscle. A whimper left your mouth at the friction her leg gave to your swollen clit. Eivor fully wrapped her mouth around your nipple, sucking and biting at the hard bud. One of her hands came down to trace the contours of your waist before gently rubbing your clit.

Your back arched off the bed and your hips jutted up in desperation. Eivor seemed to have got the message as she removed her last hand from your wrists. Her body moved down on the bed and she pulled your thighs to rest on her shoulders, the broadness spreading them wide for her.

Ravenous eyes glazed over when they saw you laid out just in front of them. Eivor licked her lips, pink tongue darting out and making them glisten. She pressed the muscle flat against your folds, spreading them and making a pathetic mewl escape from your lips. She groaned into your pussy and squeezed the flesh of your thighs, no doubt creating little marks that you would wake up to.

Eivor’s tongue was relentless as it lapped up your juices like they were the last thing on earth. Her plump lips came up to suck on your swollen, needy clit. The action had you wrapping your thighs around Eivor’s head and pulling at her miraculously still intact braid. She groaned into your cunt, sending syrupy vibrations up your core that had wetness spilling out of you and down your ass cheeks. Eivor devoured every last bit happily, sliding her tongue down in zigzag motions towards your hole. All of a sudden she pressed the long muscle into you, curling it upwards and rubbing it against that spot that had you moaning loudly.

Suddenly, Eivor sat up, the loss of contact in your weeping cunt making you shiver. Her large hands came and pushed against the backs of your thighs, making your legs touch your belly. She braced a tattooed, toned forearm against them both and dove back down for more. Her free hand slid up your sweaty torso, squeezing at your breasts as they passed them. Eivor’s two middle fingers came and pressed against your wet, swollen lips, demanding entrance. You obliged immediately, too lost in the sensations her expert tongue was giving you. Her long fingers slid into your mouth, the length of them hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly.

Her icy eyes looked up at you, and you could barely see the colour of them, her pupils blown so wide in pleasure. They were glazed over, every one of her senses lost in the pleasure she received from giving to you. The sight of her head between your thighs wretched a long, deep-throated moan from you, and you bit down hard on Eivor’s fingers.

She pulled them out of your mouth and removed her forearm from your thighs, letting your legs straighten out. Eivor pulled back entirely, the action having you furrowing your brows in confusion, a plea on the tip of your tongue. She spat on your swollen pussy, reaching a hand down to rub at your ass cheek. Before you knew it, she had grabbed your hip with that same hand and had flipped you over onto your hands and knees.

Shock reverberated through your system, and you could feel your nectar leaking down the lengths of your thighs. Eivor made a sound of pure pleasure as she lent down to lick a stripe up the back of each of your thighs, catching the wetness in her mouth. The gentleness of her tongue against your hot skin sent shivers down your spine as you awaited her next move.

The two very same fingers that had beet wetted in your mouth previously were shoved into you, Eivor’s palm angling downwards to rub against your poor clit with every thrust. The sound of your wet cunt pressing into her hand had you gripped the messy bedsheets in front of you with all the strength you could muster. You felt her dewy breath on your pussy before her lips sucked on your clit once again, the new angle making you more sensitive. Her fingers were moving in tandem with her mouth, and you soon felt your orgasm pool in your stomach. You clenched around Eivor, her fingers scraping your quivering walls just right. With each thrust, your mewls turned into moans, and those moans got louder and louder.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” Eivor said the words against your messy cunt, and you could barely form a reply before your pussy walls clenched a vice grip around her fingers. Your head fell forward, landing in the softness of the mattress as you screamed into it. Eivor slowed her movements to give you time to come down from your high, still licking long stripes up and down your cunt.

Sweat dripped from your forehead as you pulled yourself back up onto your hands.

You needed to taste her, to fill your mouth with the sweet ambrosia that was no doubt dripping onto the duvet.

What a waste.

Before Eivor could process it, you had turned yourself around and grabbed her face. You pulled her lips to yours, hers opening beneath gladly. Eivor’s mouth tasted of you, and the heady flavour reminded of what you set out to do. You put both of your hands on her broad shoulders, turning the two of you around so that she was where you were on the bed, and vice-versa. Her beautiful eyes were curious as they watched you sink down her body, kissing, suckling, and biting as you went. The muscle was hard beneath your mouth, but the skin so soft against your tongue.

The muscle trailed down her abs, tracing the dips between and leaving wetness in its wake. You nosed the pretty dark blonde hair your mouth found eventually, hands coming down to spread her strong thighs, finding wetness dribbling down them. Your mouth watered at the feeling. Eivor let out a long exhale and pulled her plump bottom lip between her teeth.

You restrained yourself, wanted to prolong this experience: It wasn’t often that Eivor let you do this, her preferring to be the one to give pleasure. You looked up to see her watching you intently, blue eyes half-lidded and breaths deep. Her high cheekbones were dusted with a honeyed pink, and her blonde braid was mussed, some soft pieces escaping and framing her face. Eivor’s small breasts moved up and down with her breaths, and you moved further down her body, positioning yourself.

The weight of her leg was heavy on your back as you threw one over your shoulder and stared down at your wife. Her pink, needy clit stared back at you, hole weeping pure sweetness and just begging to be stimulated.

Of course you obliged.

Your nose moved down to inhale her sweet, familiar scent before your mouth descended upon her. You twirled your tongue around her clit and her large hands came to grip your head instinctively. A little noise tore from the back of her throat, and the sound of it had you pulling her little bud into your mouth and sucking on it. Your hands trailed themselves down to grip her soft ass as you spread her pussy further for yourself. Fingers came and entered themselves into Eivor’s cunt, the warmth and tightness of her so familiar and so Eivor. You couldn’t get enough. You thrusted into her hard, fingers rubbing against her wet walls that parted so nicely for you.

Her voice got higher and higher, something so unlike Eivor, but you were so glad she trusted you enough to share this side of herself with you. Precious nectar poured out of her, and you made it your mission to savour every last drop. Her walls clenched around your fingers, and her hands tightened in your hair. Eivor’s movements had you groaning into her cunt.

Her voice grew in pitch, and soon enough her pussy fluttered around your fingers in movements so strong you could feel them in her clit. Eivor wailed softly as you slowed your movements to bring her back from wherever she had ascended to. You looked back up to see tears streaming down her precious face, and a smile adorning her lips. You placed one little kiss against her clit before pulling yourself up to touch your lips against hers. This time it was slower, more savouring the tastes of you two marrying together.

Legs came to straddle her torso, and Eivor sat up, causing your cunt to press against her lower abs. A soft gasp left your lips while her powerful arms came to wrap around your frame. Her tongue stroked yours and you soon found yourself grinding against Eivor.

“Think you can take another one, Love?” She whispered the words against your mouth, accentuating them by pulling your bottom lip into her mouth and sucking. Your cunt was too wet to decline.

“Yeah. Please.” The two words were ones of desperation and want. Eivor’s hands came down to rest on your hips and they kneaded the flesh there before moving them back and forth. Your clit scraped against the dips and valleys of Eivor’s abdomen, and the sensation had you gasping into the kiss. You moved your head to rest on her pale muscular should, gently kissing the skin there as you let warmth overtake your being.

You felt your climax approach quickly, your cunt so sensitive thanks to prior stimulation. “There’s a good girl.” Eivor’s encouraging words had you jutting your hips faster and harder. You bit down onto her shoulder as your thighs started to shake, pleasure running up and down them like an electrical current.

Wetness poured from you, and ecstasy flowed though your veins and wracked your bones. A long, deep moan came from your mouth, muffled by Eivor’s shoulder. Her hands tenderly caressed your hips before coming to pull your face up. She kissed you sweetly, both of you smiling into the movement.

Eivor stood up, pulling you with her and wrapping your legs around her waist once again. She moved quickly through the hallway and you moved your hands to cup her warm face.

She stepped into the now lukewarm water of your bath, and you both laughed at the temperature shock.

[i-lived-i-died-and-now-i-sleep]

Imagine Basim gifting you his ring before going on a long mission

Imagine standing in front of him, your fingers entwined with his. You're looking up at the tall man you call the love of your life. Tears fill your eyes at the thought that he has to go on a mission for at least several months,to a country far far away from you. Biting your lip didn't help by any chance to suppress a small whimper that escaped your mouth. You knew he had to go. You knew it meant a lot to him. Still, it felt like a part of you would go with him. And that you wouldn't be whole for what would feel like an eternity.

Basim furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of you nearly crying, but then, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Hold on,my love. I have something for you."

After fumbling around for some seconds, he pulled off the green smaragd ring he always wore on his little finger. His smile grew even wider, a bit cocky even.

"I know you will miss me. And I will miss you too. More than you can imagine. But never doubt that I will come back to you."

Suddenly,he closed the distance between you two and kissed you on your forehead.

"No matter how far,my heart stays here with you. Keep this ring to remember that."

[canaidliafail]

mead & wine

kassandra x reader x eivor

College AU ( is anyone even surprised lmao ) CW: pure unedited filth

“I hope everyone happier than me dies”

“Hello?????”

Randvi said, pulling away from her book looking at you in astonishment. You rolled your eyes with a scoff and she smacked your arm hard causing you to flinch and pull away

“This is pathetic. YOU are pathetic”

“I don't know how you wanna handle your breakup but I just lost another job offer cause of her so I will stay bitter”

“Oh come on it wasn’t even that good of a job offer. Im telling you the best is yet to come”

you squinted and lowered your brows. she checked her phone and perked up at the row of messages popping up on her lockscreen. Randvi, the gorgeous and funny woman that she was, already had a new little fling going on with a girl majoring in film and she was hooked on her new found love having already long forgotten her rotten apple of an ex, Sigurd

A small smile rounded your cheeks and you rested your head on the palm of your hand waiting for her to type out her response. She put her phone back on the table and turned to look at you with a sheepish little grin and flushed cheeks

“Sorry, I’m listening I swear-“

“relax, I'm just happy to see you all giddy again. Is it going well?”

she nodded and bit her lip looking up in thought

“See I’ve had a crush on Valka for a while now…But couldn’t do anything about it…You know. Since I was already so long with Sigurd and I didn’t think my parents would be ok with me..Not being with a man but now…” her brows lifted up and her smile widened. You knew she had a clear visual of her new crush Valka as she spoke

“But the way they were so supportive and also Valka being so excited to take this somewhere its just…Its so perfect”

You rubbed her arm soothingly

“Im really happy for you. The Gods know you deserved someone who actually was present and willing to do things for you and with you and now you have someone this great, Im just really happy for you Randvi”

she nodded and then turned around to look at you

“Oh actually, We are having a gathering. We will watch a movie and play cards over at dormitory B with Valkas friends. You should join us. Would do you good to get out”

“Randvi I…” You started and looked down at your notebook. You crinkled the edge of the paper and chewed on the inside of your cheek. It had been two..maybe three months since you did anything remotely exciting that didn’t include work or studying. You had barely found a peace of mind with all the chaos that stormed your life and you weren’t sure you wanted to go outside your apartment yet

“Im sorry I’ll have to pass…”

Randvi got up and grabbed your notebook smacking your in the head

“HEY OUCH?! and second of all BITCH?!”

“You have rotted on your couch enough. The planks must have the shape of your ass at this point. Im not listening. You are coming tonight with me”

“Randvi I dont need a pick me up now-“

“yes you do and quite frankly your opinion doesn’t matter you moldy sack of starch”

“starch?”

“nothing better came to mind. Don’t dwell on that. Listen I have one last lecture and then Ill come by the apartment to pick up some clothes ok? We will get dressed up, We will look hot and we will have some good time”

you rolled your eyes and slumped further down in the bar stool

“whatever you say goes”

“Ay, There you go!”

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Kassandra was fed up with her roommate having yet another hangover from drinking too much the night before. Kass loved to drink, certainly not as much as Eivor but she could hold her own, however this was the second day she had to go all the way down to the cafeteria to ask for ice and buy crackers for Eivor to shove down her throat. Kassandra considered replacing ice with a fist. A punch could sober her up well enough no? Usually it was her roommate being the aggressive and impatient one however today's spectacle was ruining every plan she made for the night and she had enough of it.

She slammed the door shut behind her and hit the bottom of Eivors bunk bed

“Get up”

Eivor groaned and rolled around to look at the brunette who had a nasty grin ready to toss the bag of ice on the blondes head

“You owe me one today as well which makes…a lifetime of favors of me taking care of your sorry ass”

“wasn't my fault you shitface”

she went to bark but fell back on her elbows from the pounding headache making her ears ring

“My brother is depressed from his break up and he is insufferable without a glass of vodka”

“glass eivor? You chugged down half the bars menu”

“he was growing more painful every second and I had to adjust to the task at hand”

“alright. How about the new task at hand. Half the campus saw you on his story gyrating with another girl. Eivor you were in your sports bra and was about to take that off as well”

“what?!”

that woke her up fast enough and she shot out of the bed and grabbed Kass by her shirt

“what did you say?”

“nothing. This is too entertaining for me to intervene. Fate would be mad at me you know” she said with a pout and Eivor was about to start swinging while Kassandra easily dodged every loose punch thrown her way

“ante re malaka, I'm joking. I talked to Sigurd and he took it down. So I expect you to return the favor”

“Kassandra I-!”

“you’re welcome” she said and grabbed her cheeks squeezing hard and shaking her face before tossing her off balance and letting her fall back on the bed

“So, your brothers ex…Randvi?”

“yeah?”

“Aren’t you all meeting up at Valkas today to watch movies?”

Eivor grabbed a fistful of ice and buried your face in her palms to ease the pain as she hummed in agreement

“Randvi has a friend. A friend that I like and I asked for her to bring to your get together today and since Im YOUR friend you will bring me”

Eivor let out a long sigh and before she could speak she paused

“Wait, her friend? the short one?”

“she is your height”

“fuck off, you know who I mean. The one who dyes her hair regularly and is her roommate?”

“yeah her…why? No don’t tell me-“

“Yes I will I called dibs first”

They stared at each other for a long hard moment, neither of them sure of what to do or say. Neither of them had talked to you before. Partially due to the fact that you were really confusing to figure out on whether you were single or not and you had a tendency to vanish the second they were starting to get used to your presence in the local bars. Kassandra being ballsier and hornier asked Randvi straight out about you while Eivor seemed to be waiting to feel out the mood tonight at the get together.

“Ok listen “

“No you listen” Eivor interrupted and tossed the ice back in the plastic bag

“Ill take you there and we can just have fun. I don’t know if Randvi even managed to convince her to come but at the end of the day its up to her to choose between the two of us right?”

“yeah. No hard feelings if she ends up with you”

“likewise”

and that, was a fat stack of horseshit

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They walked down the halls to Valkas place

“nice pants. new?”

“no, had them buried in a pile in my closet. Hey aren’t you gonna catch a cold with the sleeveless top?”

“no I'm good. We will be indoors anyways”

Eivor wore baggy jeans that comfortably sat low on her hips showing her inked, sharp V lines and her hair was rebraided with new rings and stones. Kass wore a white tight top without a bra that outlined her chest in an awfully nice way with her nipple piercings shamelessly outlined through the thin fabric and if they weren’t so busy hating each others ego and guts they would have fucked each other in the elevator but currently their brain was muddy with the thought of you and how to win you over. To everyone around ,they looked like hyenas ready to pounce.

At the get together at first they only found Randvi, Valka and Ciara. Later Alexios -kass’ brothe- joined with his girlfriend and they tried not to let their sour mood show on their face. Kassandra did at least. Eivor was pouting and was rude and snappish to everybody. That was until you made an appearance walking through the door and greeting everybody without really looking at them and going straight to Randvi

“hey did you take my keys?”

“oh fuck I probably did cause I couldnt find my own” she said in faked surprise and Kass wnated to mentally high five the ging in that moment. She was a real one and she made a mental note to gift her a bottle of wine later that week

“Hey since you are here why don’t you stay over?”

“I dont know, I had a really long lecture and..”

“oh please do us the favor. I've been dying to meet randvis mysterious roommate” Kass intervened and walked up to you offering a hand in greeting. You looked up in genuine curiosity and there was an unmistakable lustful glint in your eyes

“do you now” you asked and turned your body to face the tall greek demigod - as described by Kassandra herself-

“You see a cute girl, you ask for her number. its the natural order of things” she teased and you chuckled looking to the side seemingly flustered before you attempted to hold eye contact for a little longer

“Who are you?”

“Kassandra. I’m”

“ooooh” you said and then cut yourself of regretting your reaction

“shit, didn't mean to make that expression out loud” you joked and Kass tried to laugh it off as well

shit

She didn’t like that oh. It meant you have heard of her from one of her past flings which she did try to end things on good terms. As good as ghosting someone after a one night stand could be at least. She was yanked back from a strong grip on her shoulder as Eivor stepped up to steal the spotlight

“Ease up on the girl Kass”

you turned to look at the norse and your demeanor changed in seconds

“Your braids- they are amazing. Is your hair this thick or are these extensions?” you asked and took a step sideways and towards her. Eivor subconsciously touched her braids pulling them to the front and showed them off proudly, bragging about their cultural meaning and you chimed in, perked up and eager to learn more.

Kassandra was leaning against the wall behind you having you trapped between their bodies in a way that sparked up a new idea in Kassandras filthy brain. Her eyes searched for Eivors and when they met she was sure that the same thought crossed their mind.

You looked awfully nice in the middle and the two mascs could certainly get used to such a sight

“You should come by our place. Eivor braided my hair once as well. She is skilled with her hands you know”

the brunette teased and run her fingers through your hair as if measuring the length

“If that's something you’d be into. It will take a few hours though”

she agreed and you looked behind you and then back to your front in realization of the position you were in. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and hiked up your skirt a tad, discreetly as if to fix your outfit

“That sounds fun. I could compensate you for the effort by bringing coffee and my sunny personality”

“that sounds like a deal”

and before they could get comfortable with your presence you slipped out of the tight space they formed around you and in a smooth motion walked to the door

“Well then have fun tonight. Ill see you girls around”

and left the room. They stood there awkwardly refusing to make eye contact at how pathetic they probably looked to everyone around them. Valka let out a sigh

“Its ok you can leave”

And they both relaxed, tension leaving their bodies as they made their way to the door

“Ok ok cool cause like we-“

“Yes I know why you came. Goodnight”

The two women left in a hurry to catch up to you since you had conveniently forgotten to leave your ig handle or any other form of contact that they could reach you through.

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It happened fast and the first time the three of you found yourselves alone. As alone as one can be at a public library. In your defense it was after hours and there were maybe one or two other students at the east end of the room where there were desks with computers while you three sat at the far back of the library on the couches by the large windows. Kassandra had snuck in a bottle of wine bragging that an uncle of hers made it himself and what was supposed to be a group study turned into a sloppy make out session with you on all fours on the couch,hands flat on the velvet fabrics on each side of Eivors thighs who had a tight grip on your cheeks pulling you in to deepen the kiss.

Eivor was a good kisser. You never thought you could ever kiss someone and reach a near death-like orgasmic state. She had skill when her velvet tongue caressed yours and the way it folded over the walls in your mouth had you begging for more and moaning in the midst of it.

“Fuck this view is good”

Whispered Kass as she pressed her thumb against the wet patch forming on your underwear. She rubbed the spot around your clit and you flinched letting out a moan. She had bunched up your skirt around your waist enjoying the view of your ass.

She looked around and leaned back to check if anyone was coming to their spot.

While you were covered enough thanks to the tall bookshelves separating the sitting areas she wanted to make sure that this view would be reserved for them alone. Kassandra didn’t care about getting caught in the midst of an indecent act but she would be bothered if anyone else would get sight so easily of what she fought to get access to for a few months now.

She adjusted her position again, spreading her legs further away to get closer to you and Eivor broke contact in that moment

“Someone’s coming?”

“No we’re good”

And before you could ask about the situation Kass was back,stimulating every nerve ending and sense in your brain by pulling your bright red underwear to the side and swiping her thick fingers through your folds collecting the wetness and leaning in to taste it. Your moan was thankfully drowned by Eivors lips crashing against her while her hands worked their way beneath your top and started caressing your chest and brushing over your nipples teasing the spot. You took the initiative to move your hand to undo her heavy belt, the noise of the metallic clasp ringing in the empty halls.

By now, Kass was knuckle deep in your pussy fingering you at a steady pace, reminding you to keep your back arched for her while Eivor on the other hand held your head low on her crotch bearing her teeth in an attempt to be quiet while you ate her out diligently. Your hair that she spent hours accessorizing with stones and rings was a mess in her tight grip now. Her knuckles were white as she pushed you against her cunt to which you obliged with content eager to push your tongue deeper in her hole, loving her scent and taste and the way her thighs twitched and started to shake from the upcoming orgasm. You yourself were barely holding on with Kassandra mercilessly destroying your pussy and whispering filthy praises all the while.

Your knees gave out the second your orgasm washed over you and you sat back on the couch resting your head on Eivors thigh while she gently caressed your hair now. Kassandra took her time to fix up your clothes being terribly tender with every move as if she was holding a priceless artifact in her hands.

It didn’t end there. Of course it didn’t. Because once they felt out how smoothly everything rolled with you three they had to keep going. So you ended up in Dormitory C and the second the door closed behind you Kassandras was already pushing you on her bed impatiently trying to get out of her baggy jean overalls while Eivor opened her closet to get out her leather strap on. Kassandra, like the whore that she was, had been strapped before they even left the house and so the minute her pants came off she eased her way in between your thighs and reached for the lube in the drawer of her bed table.

They took turns fucking you and in that moment you had the epiphany that being a whore was the best choice you took that day.

“I don’t know who to choose, they are both hot”

“Then go with both of them, Be a whore” Randvi suggested with a wink and you took her advice to heart. She would be proud tomorrow when you told her of this night over coffee

Kassandra lost all sense of time and space and by the time you all were worn out it was 5 am. You were laying on their living rooms couch, a series you forgot the title of playing on their Tv. You were on Kassandras chest, your cheek against her soft breasts while her hands caressed your hair and lower,laid Eivor between your thighs, arms wrapped around your waist and head on your sternum with her face buried in your neck near the countless bite marks that they left.

Kassandra made plans to make you breakfast. Not that she knew how to cook but she could cut up a few fruits and maybe finally use that espresso machine that Eivor bought a few months ago. The next day however the only one in her lap was her roommate who once was awake was as distraught to see that you were nowhere around

“Did she just…leave?”

EIvor would have laughed at Kassandras face for finally being the one ghosted however this specific situation directly affected her as well since Eivor was also ditched

“No, I don't think so. Wait” Eivor stood up and walked over to the coffee table to see a note left by you.

I borrowed your hoodie. Ill wash it and tell Randvi to give it to you <3

“Are you fucking with me right now?!”

Kassandra walked over and smirked

“Oh thats hot”

“Are you fucked in the head ? Like are you actually dumb?” Eivor angrily yelled and Kassandra just kept laughing

“Oh come on. Don’t tell me that what she just pulled didn’t make her that much more attractive. I say we one up what we did last night and make her ours”

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Randvi was yelling at you for an hour half excited and half mad

“Why?! WHY?!” She held you by your shoulders shaking you like a rag doll and you just grinned refusing to take anything seriously

“Because Randvi I know the shit that they pull. Hell every girl they fucked around campus has being ghosted or cheated on or other shit. I had a good night but I don’t want to get attached”

Randvi frowned and seemed slightly let down. Hard to accept and harder to deny was the fact that indeed, Eivor and Kassandra had been leaving a series of broken hearts in their path however she could at least testify that Eivor did it because the blonde confessed to having a crush on you for a long time now and only fooled around with others until you were available.

“I think you should give it a shot. Can’t be worse than your last ex”

“No see it can because with them, sex was good”

And Randvi choked on her juice

No matter what grand plan you had to avoid getting entangled with them, The two were set on finding you and they did. Easily enough. You were drinking coffee at the cafeteria,headset on with a book in your head reading and enjoying your peaceful afternoon which they very excitedly ruined. Kassandra wrapped an arm around you sitting on the chair next to yours and Eivor pressed her palm against your lower back in greeting. You rested your headphones around your neck and looked at them

“Oh hi..ugh whats up”

Kass smirked and looked up at her roommate who licked her teeth as her smile widened. Her voice was dry, scratching that itch in your brain that made it awfully pleasing to listen to her speak and even better to hear her loud moans. Eivor caught the shift in your eyes and how the pupils seemed to dilate

“Someone is excited to see us”

“Bold” You remarked and leaned back against your bar stool your eyes going from Eivors blue to Kassandras hazelnut gaze

Why the hell not

You thought and decided to indulge them while they got comfortable around you. One thing led to another and you were yet again naked in the bathroom stall while they devoured every inch of your body.

Soon enough you found yourself more and more at their place and you would catch the way their body language changed and how they started using pet names more frequently with you. You didn’t dwell too much on that shift being someone who needed to be told things out right to understand them. You found out that according to them, you three had been dating for a month. The way you found out was at a party when a girl was hitting on you. You weren’t interested but when she asked if you were seeing anyone you told your version of truth which was

“No not really”

And word traveled fast at the party. So that night Eivor dragged you back to their apartment and had you choking on her strap while Kass pounded in you from behind

“Single huh? Is this how you get fucked when you are single then?!” She growled while you failed to see what she was angry about enjoying the delightful punishment that you were receiving

“So two ain’t enough for you? You need more people to fuck you?” Kassandra hissed while dizzy with the sight of your pussy stretched around her cock that glistened from your cum.

That night none of you were sure if someone was angry or horny or both and sat down to talk about whatever occurred at the party the next morning with coffee. You felt uncomfortable having such a serious conversation and when Kass asked

“So what are we?” You were convinced there was a glitch in the matrix. You couldn’t understand how you managed to make these two hang by every word coming out of your lips. Eivor was fidgeting with her cup while standing next to the window pretending not to care much. Kassandra had the same easy going smile but her knuckles were white from her clenched fists.

“I..Didn’t think you two considered us to be..like a thing I mean…You two are smart enough. I’m sure you know what they say about you two”

And kassandra flinched while eivor clenched her jaw

“No yeah we know but I figured since we…spent so much time together it meant something more” You nodded and found yourself melt at Kassandras visible vulnerability

“Didn’t it?”

You smiled and walked over to her gently holding her cheek in your hand and caressing the soft tan flesh. She relaxed in your touch

“I like what we three have going on. I wouldn’t mind if it were to become something more. No need to rush into anything though”

Eivor found the confidence to walk back towards you and face you

“No sure but…we want this” she exclaimed and you looked at them not believing what a turn your life had taken in less then a month.

“Alright then” you agreed and she relaxed leaning down to kiss you

“And sorry if I was a little rough with you last night”

You smiled in the kiss and shoved her face out of yours “You aren’t sorry at all” and she graced you with a wolfish grin that confirmed your statement.

•••

Im suffering with Kasseivor thoughts these days and you all should as well

[e-wwis]

I'm back to singlehandedly feeding all of dyke enthusiast nation 🗣️‼️

I wonder what they're talking about...

[guccipussay]

my friend asked me yesterday If I would pick Eivor or Abby if I could only have one choice and I decided to draw this

fuck it. crossover cuz I want both

[hereforreadandwrite]

Fanfiction Masterlist :

Assassin's Creed Valhalla:

Ivarr The Boneless x Female Reader:

Blood.

There was blood everywhere.

The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything was covered in your parents' blood. You could only watch helplessly as the macabre scene unfolded before your eyes. You weren't strong enough to be able to protect your parents. You had to live with their death on your conscience, but your brothers Sigurd and Eivor managed to ease the burden. Everything seemed to be going well until Sigurd decided to leave Norway to go to England.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Ect...

Mangle

King Rhodri decides to take revenge on Ivarr Ragnarsson by attacking the only thing he had the least bit of affection for: you.

Warning: mutilation, torture, nudity

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Ect.

charlie and the chocolate factory:

Willy Wonka x Female Reader:

Unlike your cousin Charlie Bucket, you hadn't had a chance in life. Your parents abandon you, leaving you in the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Bucket. As long as you can remember, you had to work hard to help them make ends meet. Like your cousin, you admired the famous Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, although you know that it was impossible for you to enter it. At least, that's what you thought.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Finish~

God Of War:

Kratos x Female Reader:

Abandoned

Ragnarok is over. You agreed to follow Kratos and Freya across the nine Realms, but instead of helping them in restorative quests, you will have a completely different revelation.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Finish~

Tyr x Female Reader:

You had a happy life. A loving family and a devoted husband. But every idyllic setting had a dark spot. And you were going to learn it the worst way.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Vikings:

Ragnar Lodbrok and Daughter reader:

Being the eldest daughter of Ragnar Lodbrok and Lagertha is not an easy existence. Everyone expects a lot from you. But it's even less so when you can't stand your own father and his ways.

Chapter One

kuroshitsuji:

Undertaker x Female reader:

Madness part 1

[frenchoravocadotoast]

Take me back to Constantinople

Hytham (AC: Valhalla) x GN!Reader

Word count: 2704

A/N: I finished reading The Golden City a few days ago and I'm inconsolable :] Have some more Hytham content! (because I fell down a rabbit hole)

Had Hytham been told that he would challenge the tenets of the creed again, he would have vehemently denied it.

Constantinople had already been a tedious enough task to complete, and with his feelings involved, the young man swore to never get attached again. The life of an assassin was always on the run, never stable. He wasn’t meant to stay anywhere.

But then they met Sigurd. He and Basim traveled to Norway with him, then to England – and then Kjotve happened, and now Hytham had to stew in his disappointment as he healed from broken bones. His journey of travels ended here. At least he had the bureau to keep himself busy, as well as the lavish dinners to keep him fed and entertained. He liked it when there were get-togethers in Ravensthorpe. 

Like the one from a couple of days ago.

The assassin didn’t know what the reason for the celebration was – not that the vikings needed any. As long as they were promised food and booze at the banquet, they would gladly pillage and conquer any village they were asked to. Hytham had to admit that their logic was pretty efficient, if not a little too simple. But with Eivor, it was different. Her loyalties lay with her own virtues, a moral compass that luckily aligned with Hytham’s; and thus, she would willingly carry out any task that the Hidden One needed of her, even without the promise of a full belly and a drunken tongue.

She’d done a lot for him and his creed, and he couldn’t bring himself to say no to her when she insisted that he attend the celebration. She knew Hytham tended to overwork himself. There was paperwork to finish, new feathers to stock – hell, even the bureau itself was a mess. If Basim were to return with Sigurd now, and find the bureau looking like a rabid drengr had rummaged through it, Hytham would probably have to spend the rest of the month cleaning up the place rather than working up the ranks. 

He pursed his lips, not amused by the idea, but he tried his best to focus on the moment regardless. The clan members had come to form a circle, swaying to the tune of the music, and clasped their hands together as they stomped their right feet in unison. Hytham could feel the tremor under his own feet, and the laughing of the people echoed all over the room, pulling a smile at his lips too.

For a group of drunkards, they danced with great passion and expertise. Practice, Hytham shrugged. It definitely wasn’t their first night drinking and pissing mead, and dancing until their feet hurt. The circle spun faster and faster as the music enhanced. The dancers paired up to twirl and jump, and through the motion blur of faces and twirling dresses, Hytham saw it. Well, he wasn’t quite sure he’d seen it, but the smile looked familiar enough – and as the dancers continued to spin, his eyes settled on you.

He was right, then. You had indeed joined the circle. But your steps were calculated, and you lacked the drunken sway of the vikings who could barely keep themselves upright. Your smile shone bright, and your eyes crinkled under its pull as you switched partners with a woman. Her cheeks matched the tone of her ginger hair, and you somehow managed to avoid getting splashed by her drink, horn in hand.

Hytham’s eyes softened. It was moments like this that made him feel at ease, with no fear of an uncertain future or the haunting of a dark past. Everyone in this room had their fair share of demons, even the children – but they somehow possessed the power to forget about everything for the night, swinging and swaying to the music as the smoke from the bonfire fed off of each chant.

But there was something about you in particular that fascinated Hytham. Perhaps it was the way you carried yourself. The way you spoke, your presence. Maybe it was just the way you looked at him last week, when he’d taught you how to use his throwing knives. He was fixing your posture, and perhaps you’d noticed that he lingered close for too long, because Hytham caught you looking at him on numerous occasions since then. 

There was something there, he mused. A potion brewing quietly, and you were both none the wiser. Even now, the mere memory made Hytham’s fingers twitch as he watched you disappear on the other side of the circle.

“You’re staring.”

He stiffened, not wanting to give the woman the satisfaction of his reaction. 

“I’m just watching them dance.”

Eivor huffed out a laugh, dragging a wooden stool and plopping down next to him. From the corner of his eye, Hytham could see the blade of her ax glimmering under the candlelight.

“Basim was right, you’re awfully transparent.”

Hytham met her eyes, slightly offended. “He said that?”

“You can’t deny it if it’s true,” the blonde shrugged, nodding in your presumed direction. “Why don’t you ask them for a dance?”

Immediately, the assassin clammed up. It must have been an amusing sight to Eivor; a trained killer with a blade strapped to their arm, refusing to approach a person of their interest. When he and Eivor first met, Hytham had gone into detail about the imperative need to separate one’s feelings from their work – to allow such a thing could greatly compromise both his life and his creed. But it was a blurry line for the likes of him, a game that tested their loyalty to the brotherhood. The young eagle knew that line had been tested before, trespassed by his peers and predecessors. It hadn’t ended well for them – after all, the life of an assassin was short. It was built on sacrifice rather than yearning, that was the true purpose of a Hidden One. But now, Hytham knew he was once again at the mercy of his own heart – and what would that make of him?

Human, the little voice in his head said. It sounded an awful lot like Basim, and the acolyte was sure he could almost hear the older man’s trademark smirk. He must have trespassed that line too, at some point in his life; and Hytham couldn’t blame him. He was almost tempted to do it for the second time, too – perhaps he was spending too much time around the man. 

Hytham gave the viking woman a tentative smile. “You know I’m injured. I shouldn’t be dancing anyway.”

Eivor cocked an eyebrow, like she’d been expecting him to say that. 

“I thought it was your ribs that were broken, not your feet.”

Hytham frowned, frustrated; not because of her insistence, but rather because of her ability to read him like a book. Unlike his mentor, Hytham lacked the talent to keep secrets, and he was seemingly obvious to everyone except for himself.

“I don’t know how to dance,” he tried again.

“And they do?” Eivor laughed, looking at a drunk man who tripped and dragged his dancing partner down with him. Hytham could smell the alcohol on their breath from his seat.

“They’re too drunk to care.”

“Hytham.”

“I know you mean well, Eivor,” he softened his tone, shaking his head. “But I believe I should sit this one out. My ribs have been hurting again, and I wouldn’t want to aggravate them.”

It was a lie, and Eivor knew. Nevertheless, without questioning him, the woman sighed and stood up with great effort. She squeezed his shoulder in one last attempt to encourage him, but Hytham only patted her arm. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, or that he lacked the confidence to do so – but Hytham felt like he’d be intruding if he were to approach you now. You gleamed and danced amongst the other dancers, stepping over the bodies of the people who had succumbed to a drunken sleep. You moved with the kind of expertise he would almost envy if he weren’t a skilled fighter himself. 

Someday, he told himself. Someday, he would try to talk to you again. Not now, when you seemed to be in your own world. Hytham was content with just watching for now.

»» ──────ஓ๑♥๑ஓ ────── ««

That day came sooner than Hytham expected.

The scenario was oddly familiar. As per your request, you were in the training yard once more, graced by the presence of a slumped dummy. The assassin didn’t stray too far from you, observing your posture as you readied another throw. 

“Remember to aim for a pulse point.”

Hytham muttered, not keen on interrupting your focus. You were deeply concentrated, he could tell. Your gloved fingers gripped the dagger tightly, readjusting your hold, before you pivoted and hurled the weapon at the humanoid sack. The blade hissed through the air and past the target, and the scowl on your face darkened.

“Damn it.”

The assassin smiled in amusement. Throwing knives were cheeky little bastards – they seemed to have a mind of their own and strayed wherever they pleased. And the wind today didn’t seem to be working in your favor, either. These weren’t the best conditions to be training; but for the two of you, spare time was just as slippery as the flying blades. The second you could find time to spend together, you’d take it.

So Hytham respected your choice to continue training. It was a good enough excuse to spend time with you, at least until he ran out of knives.

He drew another one from his belt, nodding at you. “That’s alright. Try again.”

You took the dagger from him, and perhaps your impatience was starting to get to you, because just a few seconds later, the knife was cutting through the air again. This time though, it embedded itself into the crotch area of the dummy, and true to its humanoid appearance, it slumped over as if it were in pain. Hytham let out an incredulous laugh, warily eyeing the dummy.

“Wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that.”

You grinned in triumph, satisfied that this one had struck the target. “But this would still work, right?”

“I suppose it would,” he hummed, instinctively handing you another knife. It was the last from his belt, and Hytham was relieved to know that he would soon be retreating back into the warmth of the bureau. He propped up the dummy before joining your side again. “Try one last time. Here, I’ll help you.”

Your posture was better than last time, but it still needed fixing. The man waited for you to curl the knife up to your opposite shoulder, before leaning closer to hover at your eye level. Gauging the distance by moving into your space was unnecessary, he knew you were capable enough to do so on your own. You knew you didn’t need him either. And yet, Hytham relished the side glance you gave him, one that lingered on his face longer than he’d expected. He fought back a smile as he reached to lift up your crooked arm.

“Focus on the target and take your time,” he reprimanded you playfully. You ripped your eyes away from him, and Hytham swore he could feel the heat emanating from your cheeks. “Your arm should be fully outstretched in a straight line. Aiming too high or too low will miss the target entirely, and you’ll quickly lose range advantage.”

He let go of your elbow when he was satisfied enough. Your eyes were trained on the dummy, unblinking, and the leather of your gloves groaned when you tightened the grip on the knife. Your voice was a soft mutter, but Hytham heard it. 

“You know, you sound a lot like Basim.”

The man gave you the ghost of a smile. It seemed the little voice in his head was starting to seep into his voice now, too.

“Well, he is my mentor,” a pause, and Hytham was tempted to speak again despite your focus. He added quietly. “Would you prefer his tutoring?”

“No. I would much rather enjoy your company.”

“And I yours.”

Another pause, and then, you flung the knife again. It cut through the air with a hiss, glinting for just a second before it sank into the neck of the dummy, and the stray strands of straw fluttered down at the stab. Hytham grinned as your eyes widened, and drew back to look at you properly.

“Good job,” he winked, promptly walking back to the mannequin to retrieve his knives. “Remind me to never get on your bad side again.”

“So this is how you do it?” you asked, and Hytham’s smile softened at the awe in your eyes. “I’ve seen you fling daggers from greater distances with just the flick of a wrist.”

The man shrugged, at a loss for words. He was never good at taking compliments, especially when they were this genuine. “It’s a matter of practice,” was all he said instead. He nodded at the bureau just as you joined his side.

“In that case, I’ll have to whisk you away more often. I need you to teach me how to do that.”

Hytham repressed a grin, but he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks.

“You know I won’t complain.”

»» ──────ஓ๑♥๑ஓ ────── ««

Complain? No, he could never.

Hytham didn’t know what it was that pulled him towards you. Other than his feelings, of course. Was it the way the fireplace of the bureau cast shadows on your face? The depth of your eyes, perhaps? The tender caress of your lips against his? Too many questions ran about in his mind, and no answer was valid enough to satisfy him.

There was one thing that did satisfy him, though; and he knew right then and there that he was doomed. The kiss started off with a peck –Hytham wasn’t sure who had leaned in first–; but then came a second one, and then another one, which turned into a lingering kiss. He felt the heat of your sigh, the gentle nudge of your nose, the caress of your lashes against his skin. The blood in his ears was roaring at your touch.

If this was how training ended every time, then Hytham wouldn’t have minded teaching you more often.

You had somehow found your way to the shelves. His body pressed you against them, caging you in his embrace as your hands cradled his face; and here, hidden away from any witnesses, your lips came to create a dance and language of their own. Hytham pulled back, desperate to relieve the burn in his chest but not leaning too far either. Your breaths intermingled once more as his finger skimmed over your cheek, and he whispered.

“I’m starting to think training was just an excuse.”

He felt you smile against his skin, like he had caught you in a lie. Perhaps he had, judging from the glint in your eyes.

“It wasn’t, at least not in the beginning,” you paused, interrupted by him as he surged forward to catch your lips again. Your words etched onto his skin as you whispered through the kiss. “But then you refused to dance with me at the celebration, and I had to come up with a new idea.”

Hytham stilled, and your smile widened at his reaction. He glanced between your eyes, trying to read you like he’d been trained to do in his novice years. It was so obvious now that he looked more carefully – maybe he was too distracted by his feelings in the past to even notice what you were plotting. That seemed to be a recurring problem for Hytham. His cheeks grew warm again, but his small smile said he was impressed.

“I was set up.” 

“Took you long enough.”

“You’re devious,” his words were teasing, but the assassin felt his eyes soften the more he looked at you. Your arms around his neck had never felt so welcoming. “Perhaps we should make a Hidden One out of you.”

“Only if you continue teaching me how to use the knives.”

Hytham grinned, whispering against your lips. “Deal.”

[shimtarofstupidity]

[demigoddessqueens]

girl our baby boy hytham is lacking attention from ys . Can u right where he falls in love with Viking reader and they get married? I think he would be a good husband tbh

THANKS AND I LOVE UR WRITING 🤩✨🤍

Awwwe Hytham deserves some love too!!! 😍

Masterlist 10

First off, that’s Mr. Hytham “I like a woman who can kick my ass kill me”

Nah jk 🤣but really tho 🫣

Hytham will be looking at you with the biggest blown out eyes in admiration

Learned from the Master Basim himself

Your prowess, your build, the braids and tattoos!!

If this is Valhalla, he never wants to leave

Watching you spar or fight in the middle of battles is an art to him, and the blood on your face does nothing to hinder what he admires in your features

Looks for any excuse just to talk to you, even as you tell stories around the fires

Eivor notices his disposition every time you come around, nudging him with a tease every time he blushes around you

Admires your braids and tattoos and asks constant questions about them, watching your face light up as you describe them

Tries to go on walks with you if he can, of course under the guise of “gathering intelligence”

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

HIII :3 you know my ass would ask for more hytham cuz u write him so good.

can u do something about him reuniting with his lover that was in Baghdad when he left with basim? Now he’s older and has few gray hairs . u can make it into a wholesome fluffy fanfic or nsfw(if ur not comfortable with nsfw its okay :3)

Whispers of Yesterday pt.1

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Genre: angst for now

Warnings: None, maybe thar reader is a widow????

Note: I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED FROM THE GRAVE AND IF I COME BACK, I COME BACK BIG. EXPECT A FEW MORE CHAPTERS LMFAO Part Two

Leaning back on the folded blanket, you closed your eyes with a sigh. Late afternoon brought a lazy breeze from the east, bending the cedar branches above you. Small, bright spots lit up on the ground and on your face as the sunlight filtered through the leaves, gently caressing your skin. It was a perfect day; after distributing the fish for lunch, there was nothing better than taking a nap in the shade of the trees with full bellies. Your team - a handful of street children, although for you they meant the sanctity of the family, they lay in a circle under the protection of the tree trunk, some were already sleeping loudly snoring, some were talking, and leaning to the side you saw that two were still adjusting their beds.

Nestled into the soft blanket, you stretched out on the floor, sliding your arms under your head.

"There won't be dinner that way." You heard the sound of giggling from above, and without even opening your eyes, you snapped at the sound. Your palm found skin, and with a thump you pushed the person you were confused to the ground.

The voice laughed loudly as you opened your eyes with a gasp.

"Hytham, I'm about to sleep..." You mumbled, puckering your lips against the boy lying next to you. Grinning, Hytham turned to you and shrugged.

"Are you a cat that you have to sleep after eating?"

Turning your nose up, you tongued your companion and nudged his shoulder as you snuggled closer to his side. Hytham let go, making room for you, and when you were both comfortably seated, he reached his right arm up as if to catch the leaves.

"Guess what I have, and if you guess it's yours." He said, twisting his wrist.

Huffing, you turned to look at him from the side, then back to his hand.

"I don't want a cricket jumping on me….again." You snarled at the boy, but he just smiled at you, his eyes sparkling as if he wanted to show you some magic.

"I brought you a present." He answered more quietly so as not to disturb the other sleeping children.

Raising your eyebrows, you turned onto your stomach so you could look up at his face, leaning on your elbows.

"A gift? What kind of gift? Where did you get it from?” You waved excitedly, your previous annoyance lost in the mist.

The boy chuckled again, then shook his still raised fist with a knowing smile. "You just have to answer and you'll find out."

Sleep and tiredness fade away from you like a faint smoke, replaced by an excitement of anticipation and curiosity.

"Well! Tell me! Please Hythem please!” You urged, tugging on his shoulder now with full alertness.

Hythem scoffed with a smile, then sat up himself, lowering his palm to your face.

"Guess it." He teased again, gently pushing your shoulders.

"Food? Money? Oh! You found a cake, right? Isn't that a cake?" You asked, watching the mark

Ignoring your guess, he continued. "Close your eyes and give me your hand." He reached for yours with his free hand and gently opened your palm, then turned it over.

"But if there's a bug, I'll really throw it at you!" You warned, closing your eyes.

"You won't, you certainly won't." He said and placing his palm on yours, he released the surprise lurking in his grip.

At first you only felt the warmth that the clenched fist gave to the object. Then, folding your fingers over it, you rolled it in your palm.

There were three round things, maybe the size of an olive seed.

"What are these…?" You morphed, closing your fingers as a test, but the orbs didn't compress, they stood the test firmly.

You almost gave up on opening your eyes and asking the boy for help, when a solution occurred to you.

"Glass balls?!" You shouted cheerfully as Hythem started to hush you.

“You can look at them.” He assured me cheerfully.

In your hand lay three sky-blue balls, the light shining on them made their whole insides shine. You hissed in surprise and between your squeals of joy you closed them in your palm and turned towards the boy and jumped on his neck.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you very much Hythem! Oh, they are wonderful! I love it, everyone!” You giggled as you jumped, happily hugging the boy who put his arms around your shoulders in response.

"When I saw them I thought you would like them. That way we'll have something to play with."

"Shall we try them?" Letting go, you snapped his neck and he followed with equal enthusiasm.

Your daughter woke you up from your dream, gently stroking your arm.

"Mama, mama, get up! can we go mom? The sun is about to rise.”

You yawned as you blinked the sleep from under your eyelids, turning onto your back with a grunt. You squinted at your daughter, seeing one of your childhood friends in her for the first time, as you remembered who you were and where you were.

Have you ever dreamed of your childhood? Or was it your daughter you were talking to? You saw the blue glass balls.

This thought woke you up completely, and while your daughter went to the table to pour water, you sat up and grabbed your neck.

Your fingers slid along the chain, and you felt the weight of the small spheres on your skin with relief.

"Wh- where do we want to go Ameera?" You frowned, trying to remember your conversation last night.

"To the bazaar mother!" Your daughter answered, emphasizing the words. "You said we could look at the scarves today."

“Oh, yes. You are right.” You smiled, nodding. The images of your dream at night moved further and further away from your mind, the details faded into obscurity, and by the time you got dressed, all you remembered was that you felt carefree and happy in your dream. Happier than you've ever felt lately.

"Let's hurry, because they will buy the best from us!" Your child urged, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door.

You obeyed with a laugh, holding your hand and letting your daughter lead you wherever her heart desires.

Let her be as carefree as you have never been.

The desert sun hung low over Baghdad, casting a warm, golden glow across the city Hytham once called home. Years had passed since he left with Basim, and although he had ventured across lands and seas, the city's familiar scent of spices and sand filled him with a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.

A few gray hairs had begun to weave through his dark locks, and the lines around his eyes told stories of battles fought and missions completed.

As he made his way through the bustling crowd, Hytham sniffed the air deeply, letting the swirling hurricane of spices, oils, skins, and food fill his senses. The sounds, the colors, the smells all brought up long-forgotten, obscured memories in his heart.

He well remembered the day when he and his master had first met Sigurd, when the tall prince had initiated them into the wonders and secrets of his country, so that he too would have the opportunity to inquire about Basim's secrets.

Twenty years have passed since then, Hyhtam has already seen half the world in that time. From the icy peaks of the North, through the rain-soaked fields of England to the sunny gardens of Iberia. And wherever he went, with whatever people he made lifelong alliances and friendships, even though he felt like one with the Crow Clan - he was still a child of the East, his heart longed for his long-left home.

So, leaving the fraternity he had built up in England to his student, and saying goodbye to Sigurd, he set off to the south, and then, reaching Poszportus, to the east, so that he could finally see his native land again.

Not that you have to worry about returning in a hurry.

At home, the Brotherhood network was in good hands, the clan was enjoying the most peaceful times since its sojourn on Saxon soil, and Eivor set off for Vinland, trying to further spread northern influence.

It was time for him to live a little to himself, to finally do what his heart demanded of him.

He stopped at a perfume seller, lingering to examine the bottles that held the scented oils. The man was devotedly examining the contents of all the bottles lined up, where they came from, what the ingredients were, how they were made, what wonderful powers they can have if someone applies them to himself, while Hytham turned the bottles with more and more beautiful motifs in his hands, with so many colors and sizes. Amidst the murmur of the crowd and the man's crude narration, Hytham noticed a voice that somehow stood out from among the chaotic sounds.

A child's loud laughter rang out from behind the perfume stand opposite him. A girl was shaking, clutching her stomach among the fabrics and silks, clutching the hand of an older woman, while the mustached vendor jokingly tied a scarf around her stout waist, pretending to be a woman.

Hytham watched the scene with a soft smile. He was somehow captured by this happy moment taken from the life of this family, as the child hugs his mother so tightly, as they laugh together, carefree.

The woman's shoulders also shook, and her scarf resting on her hair slipped back from her hair due to the movement.

The blood froze in Hytham's veins at that moment, his fingers pressed against the bottle in his grip.

The woman's scarf slid down, revealing her rich crown of hair and the glittering jewelry in her ear. A small, shiny, sky-blue sphere bobbed forward - back, right - left in the woman's ear.

Suddenly a strange image popped into Hytham's mind.

A bittersweet joy, seeing the face of a familiar friend; the interruption of the cloudless life of childhood; and as if he had found a relic he believed to be lost.

Something began to form in his mind; feverishly trying to break out from behind the thick gray fog.

Stopping everything - even breathing - Hytham tried to catch that something in his thoughts, and for some reason he felt that watching this mother-daughter duo, he would succeed in it faster.

Her torment was interrupted when the girl, turning her back to her mother, turned to face the perfume stand to show her parent the back of her scarf.

Hyhtam seemed to have been struck by lightning, dropping the bottle from his hand onto the table, he staggered back, blinking widely and watching the girl with his mouth open.

She bore an eerie resemblance to a childhood face, a little girl who was dear to Hytham's heart and who could have meant an awful lot to him if their paths had not diverged so far apart.

And then something snapped, exploded in Hyhtam, flooding him with a numbing, terrifying heat. He knew this face, he knew this girl. Or rather, the woman standing next to the child.

He knew those blue glass balls.

And she knew there had to be a third one in addition to the two earrings.

After your daughter had chosen with great difficulty the scarf she liked best, you turned to the nice seller.

"I think I finally have what I want to buy." You smiled, trying to fish out your wallet. The man gave you a pleasant freshness with his funny stories and even more clownish acting. You appreciated that he was so attentive to your little girl. "How much will the silk scarf be?"

The man's eyes widened, then he frowned with feigned seriousness.

"Yes, yes! I don't want to disappoint the dear child, since he was so kind to me. Our conversation between these disgusting people made my day! Here, take it. My gift!” The man smiled, pushing back your fist with the coins in it.

"Oh, I can't." You objected. "It's a valuable commodity, I don't want to shorten your business."

The man shook his head and bent down to wink at your daughter.

"That's how it goes between good friends, isn't it? You will honor me by accepting my gift! And your mother should consider that her husband blamed you for your debts.It is paid.”

You smiled in gratitude, gently shaking your head. "Unfortunately, we can't. My husband is dead, so he can't repay you for this kind gesture."

The bucket raised his hands at this, not allowing you to hand him the money.

"Then I am all the more certain that I will not accept the money. A mother needs as much as possible to support her child. Please. Let this be my thanks for your kindness.”

Your eyes filled with tears from what you heard, you were so touched. You nodded with a bright smile and let your daughter take the cloth offered to her.

"We are terribly grateful for it." You nodded. "Isn't it, Ameera?"

Your daughter hugged the chosen piece amid intense nods and giggles.

“Yes, yes! Thank you very much for your uncle's generosity!" Your happy daughter.

"And if you've been here another time, please come here! I hope we will have many more such great conversations.” The man waved goodbye to you with a wide smile as you stood there, heading for your next destination.

During the day you visited the huge bazaars of Baghdad. You bought lunch and dinner, talked to a couple of weaving women about when you could work for them again, and handed over the pieces you had made so far to your customers. The day passed quickly, and navigating through the anthill of people, you felt as if you were walking in vain among a thousand and one pairs of eyes, one was following you continuously, drilling a burning hole in your back.

The sensation of being observed was difficult to ignore. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, especially in the bustling bazaars where people's gazes tend to linger. The question now was whether the staring was merely happenstance or deliberate.

Slightly adjusting your path as if casually browsing, you subtly veered towards a shop window that seemed to provide a suitable view of the path behind you. While pretending to admire the wares, you carefully observed the area through the reflection, keeping an eye out for those seemingly endless eyes on your back.

Your eyes darted to every passing face, scanning the bustling crowd for any signs of interest. A man loitering near a food stall, a woman browsing jewelry next to you, children playing an impromptu ball game in the distance – all appeared to be engrossed in their own activities. However, despite the numerous people in your line of sight, none seemed to exhibit any particular interest in you; if they were the ones following you, they were adept at feigning nonchalance.

For a moment, you felt a flicker of uncertainty, doubting your earlier intuition.

"Maybe I'm just imagining things..." You sigh rubbing your face before you turn to your daughter, now leading her a bit quicker out of the bustle of the crowd.

Before long, the crowd thinned out, and the stalls in the streets were replaced by yellow walls and doorways. The crowd of people dwindled until finally you only met scattered residents who greeted you cordially.

"Mom, why are we running like this?" Ameera asked with raised eyebrows, clutching the loaf of bread you had entrusted to her, accompanied by a basket of figs.

As if you only realized it now, your anxiety got the better of you, you slowed down.

"Forgive me dear. I'm just tired, I want to get home as soon as possible. By the way, you have to help with the cooking too.” You smiled sweetly at him, then stealthily glanced behind you. She nodded, adjusting the basket in her grip, but followed your gaze back.

"Did you see something?" He was interested.

“Nothing. Let's go, we're almost home."

She walked past you with a doubtful look, leading the way.

Hytham turned the corner slowly, noting with a sigh that he hadn't lost sight of you. A big lump rose in his throat, and he felt guilty that he had resorted to such vile tricks, just so he could keep watching. The sight of his old childhood friend had a stronger effect on his homesick heart than the calmness of any medicinal potion. As he followed her, from house to house, from ledge to roof, he wondered if he had lost his mind. I wonder what he will say to you when he finally faces you someday? I wonder what you will say? Do you still recognize your old friend at all? How should he approach you, how should he introduce himself, what should he do?

He clenched his fists. Act first; reveal your identity and only then worry about the following.

And yet, Hyhtam's legs struggled forward, he would have wanted to step out of the shadows at any time to reveal himself to you. Instead, like a nimble cat, he darted from one street to another, up to the roofs on one ledge, down to the ground again on another tarpaulin, as the road took him without having to stop. That way, he can at least keep an eye on you and your daughter better, watching your ways from the vantage point of the heights, sometimes scanning your surroundings with a zigzag eye, against possible danger. Fortunately, he was the only one who wanted to follow you that day, so he calmly rested his knives on his waist belt and his hidden blade on his arm.

After a short wait, a more spacious building appeared at the next street corner. The square house, built of red brick and clay, provided a sharp contrast to the small garden in the middle, with a peacefully bubbling fountain, an orange tree and a rose bush in their colorful glory. Hytham watched as you let your daughter go ahead, then, looking behind you one last time, scanned the area and followed you to the safety of your home.

The man stopped, hands on hips.

He can't just walk up to you and introduce himself. However, he didn't think it was a good idea to knock on the front door either. What should he say if you open the door for him? I followed you all the way from the bazaar, do you remember me? And he didn't know what to say if he met your daughter for the first time.

So Hytham sighed heavily and sat down on the corner of the roof with pursed lips, his elbows resting on his knees. He needed some time to think.

Sitting on the edge of the roof, he continued to observe as the evening began to settle. He leaned back, propping himself up against the wall, his eyes firmly fixed on your home.

He wrestled with his thoughts in his head, weighing the options. Would it be best to wait until you were alone to talk to you? How could he approach you without raising alarm or concern? Was he overthinking this whole thing?

He let out another sigh, a mix of frustration and uncertainty, as he leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. The evening breeze tugged at his hair, and the sound of distant conversation and laughter from the neighborhood filled his ears. It seemed like the entire world was carrying on as usual, oblivious to his inner turmoil. He knew he had to make a decision soon, but the right course of action continued to elude him.

With a deep breath, and after contemplating for a few moments, Hytham slowly got up from the rooftop and began his journey to your home. The time had come. He had chosen to confront you head-on. There was no more waiting; he thought there was no use delaying the inevitable.

[sapphic-woes]

Kingmaker - Female Eivor x Reader

A/N: I wrote this for no reason in like two hours sorry. Minors DNI

Word count: 1.2k. AO3 LINK

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"They say the Queen had someone by her side when she first took Wessex back. Someone sworn to her flesh and bone."

You look up as you sweep the palace floor. The girls loved to chatter, but you couldn't blame them. There wasn't much else maids could do to pass the time. You weren't above joining in, but this was a topic you'd never heard before.

The queen was a person of reverence. She ruled righteously and was loved by all. However, she had sworn to never marry another. No matter what man or king came to win her heart, your queen stood firm…

"...because her heart already belongs to another. Her kingmaker." One girl whispers, dusting the walls.

"Are they dead?" Another asks empathetically, frowning at the thought of the queen mourning her dead lover.

"Apparently, the witan were against their love. My father said a plot was formed against them." The girl sweeping with you mutters. You perk up at that.

"A ploy?" Your question makes the girl dusting the walls (Was it Alfwood?) turn to look at you. 

"It was! My mother was in the crowd when it happened. She said the kingmaker always wore a hood, and their voice was hoarse. There, surrounded by the crowd, the witan raised their voices against a single person…

"How can you dare say you've stood with us, heathen? You are the enemy!" The head of the witan snarls, voice booming across the town square. It makes my mother jump, but the hooded figure in the midst of it all remains calm.

"Am I, Lord? The knights of Wessex know I have. I was with them from the Somerset marshes, to Edington, to all the battles that followed. Does that stand for nothing?" The hooded figure was right. My mother and everyone else knew Wessex would have fallen long ago if not for this person. So why were the witan against our savior staying?

"Yet you have tried to convert our Queen and make her worship your idols. I have seen it with my own eyes!" Another member of the witan cries, and the hooded figure pauses, as if stumped. 

The crowd fills with gasps. If the Queen turned away from God, surely Wessex would fall. My mother swallows nervously, glancing at the queen.

"She's heartbroken." Is what my mother said she thought the moment she did. She said the  young queen looked devastated.

The witan–

"Wait, devastated?" You interrupt much to everyone's annoyance. "Sorry, the queen is so stoic, and intimidating…I can't imagine her openly being sad…" Alfwood scoffs.

"Well of course, this was long before we were born. The queen now knows how to hide her emotions, but back then it was different. Anyways…"

The witan spewed insult after insult, and the crowd began to turn on the hooded figure–yet no one was interested in what the queen thought. Newly appointed, she had little power like she does now.

Her twisted expression of grief was clear as day. Surely, she did not want this. However, no one seemed to care, no one except…

"It's alright. We are bonded. You and I." Except for the hooded figure, who looked straight at the queen rather than anyone else.

"I do not apologize for following the faith of my lands. The gods have always guided me, and they shall continue to do so." Her words addressed to the witan cause a stir, yet somehow she remains focused on the queen, and her voice carries over all the other noise.

"You are the woman I could never be. Nor do I wish to be. But you are the only person who can lead this land. That is why I helped put you on the throne…because you are strong enough to stay, even when I'm gone." The queen's eyes shine, yet she doesn't cry.

"I have loved you. Despised you. Fought with and against you so many times over…" A light chuckle comes from the hooded figure. Their head twists up towards the queen, but my mother still can't see the entirety of the figure's face. She only catches vibrant blue eyes that gleam under the sun.

"But it was never less than an honor to serve you, my queen."

"…Then what happened? Did they die?" Alfwood shakes her head. 

"No, my mother said they were exiled from Wessex and never came back…but there are rumors." All the servant girls pause, including you, and Alfwood basks in the attention as she whispers.

"Like forbidden lovers, the kingmaker sneaks into the palace at night! Once a month, under the beautiful moon, with only heaven as their witness–"

"Girls! What did I say about slacking off on the job?" The head maid yells at the top of her lungs, and your little group immediately scatters. You scurry off to sweep another hall, thinking about the story you just heard.

"How romantic…" you whisper, focusing once again on your duties.

—

You arch your back with a soft groan. The head maid was so cruel, giving you extra work as punishment for gossiping on the job. Now you were off to put away the cleaning supplies, too lazy to light a candle as you walk the shadowy halls of the palace.

"...Please….the girls are already gossiping about it…getting caught will only add fuel to the fire–ah, Eivor!"  Your queen's voice makes you jump. What was going on? Why did she sound like that? Who was…oh.

You peek around the corner of the hallway, hands over your mouth. Your queen is pressed against her chamber's door, flushed and moaning as a hooded figure tenderly kisses her neck. Your eyes widen, blushing as you witness such intimacy…and in public nonetheless!

"Do they? Well then, why don't we give them some new material, hm?" A rough voice teasingly murmurs, and you queen laughs breathlessly. Your queen that you admired for her cool demeanor and poised manner was…smiling. She looked free, happy…and in love.

Could it be? 

The broom slips from your hand. The moment it hits the ground, blue eyes snap at you. You squeak, turning away quickly to dart down the way you came.

Blue eyes…a hoarse voice…a hooded figure…!!

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Eivor still stares at the end of the hallway, though you know she's just avoiding your gaze.

"...You're a greedy idiot." The Dane nods.

"I'm an opportunistic idiot. The child had no light with her, and she was as quiet as a mouse…" Her piercing gaze shifts back to you.

"...and I was focused on more important things." You can't help but smirk, wrapping your arms around Eivor's neck.

"That child will tell half the entire palace what she saw by tomorrow afternoon, and by night there will be about a hundred more rumors that follow." Eivor hums, lips tickling your jaw.

"My deepest apologies. How can I make it up to my queen?" You giggle as she peppers kisses across your body. Clumsily, you open the door of your chambers behind you, and the both of you stumble onto the bed.

"Then serve me, Eivor." You whisper as Eivor gently undresses you, gazing at the wetness between your legs. Her breaths are rugged, as are yours, and you reach up to caress the exile's face.

"Show me again why you're my kingmaker."