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negronispagliato · 3 months ago

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i'll be around (where we used to be) || eivor varinsdottir

summary: a year or so post nastiest break up of your life, you and eivor reunite at gunnar & brigid's wedding

pairing: modern!eivor x reader

themes/warnings: breakups, established relationships, mentions of eivor not having been the greatest partner (but never cheating), yearning, all that good stuff.

word count: idk but they're all full of queer yearning.

note: i'm not exactly back but kinda....? had to take some time away from the ac space lol but anywhoooooooo here's an old fic with very shitting writing. divider by @/cafekitsune

She looks good. You think to yourself while sipping on a lukewarm mulled wine.

It’s been nearly a whole year since you’ve seen Eivor. It shouldn’t feel as strange as it does, but there’s been a whole year of the two of you acting like awkward strangers ever since the break up.

Ever since the explosive argument that pigeonholed the two of you into making a decision that ended up hurting the two of you, and dissolving everything you had into suitcases and storage boxes.

There’s the weight of things unsaid and unresolved, and no matter how much you try to interact with everyone at the wedding party it doesn’t soothe the dull ache of being so close and so far from her at the same time.

You were just a guest at Gunnar’s wedding, so your outfit of choice wasn’t all that in comparison to Eivor’s outfit. She was part of the wedding party, the officiator, all trussed up in a black suit that had been expertly fitted, a couple of buttons on the white dress shirt undone to reveal a bit of the tattoo that occupied most of her chest.

She was always effortlessly handsome, you would say to her a long time ago. She’d only laugh and respond with a kiss.

A whole year apart, and the ghosts of their memory still lingered in your mind much like the memory of how it felt to be held and kissed and loved by Eivor once upon a time.

Her golden hair, braids done up and sides shaved off to reveal the tattoos emblazoned on her scalp, itching to be played and caressed by your gentle touch that could put her to sleep as easily as it could cause her pleasure.

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Despite the awkwardness of passively and actively trying to avoid her, you have a fun enough time.

You make the valiant effort to talk to old friends, catch up with their latest life accomplishments. Randvi had just completed an assignment overseas as a diplomat. Soma had made incredible strides in her consulting business. Valka, and gods you missed her so much too, had incredible success as a professor.

And for a while, it works to distract you from the incredible pull you still feel towards Eivor while passively avoiding her. Really, you weren’t actively trying to, but it was hard to say no when someone else seemed to pull you away into another conversation at just the right time.

The rowdiness of all the drunk guests works to drown out your melancholy a superficial amount, but it only works so much until you feel like you need to breathe.

It’s hard to find the words and form an excuse to dismiss yourself from the conversation you were ensconced with Valka and Randvi, at least until you spot Eivor walking over.

You could only keep yourself from looking at her so much, from your eyes searching her out for so long. She caught you looking, and now your heart threatened to beat out of your chest like a war drum.

Even from afar, she could read you with just a look.

As if by some sort of fucked up serendipity, your phone starts to vibrate in your pocket, and you take it as a way to give yourself an out.

You make your way towards the street after Randvi advises that the signal inside is terrible. Eivor gets to where you had just been sat, glancing at Randvi all confused after she watches you practically run away.

Breathing doesn’t become any easier once you step outside. The air has become a little too cold, and it makes you keenly aware that your choice for a coat was not all that suitable for the weather. You also miss the call, but make no effort to call back.

You don’t feel any better avoiding her. You feel dirty, scurrying and escaping like a cat avoiding water in order to get away from Eivor.

But the feeling of dread that pits in the bottom of your stomach just gets worse, and you don’t know how much longer you can keep avoiding her. Keep missing her.

You hate how much you miss her, how much her comfort is the only one that can soothe the ache she caused, but you can’t lie to yourself either.

There’s been many times during your time apart that you’ve ached to call her, to hear her raspy, piquant voice soothe your worries. To call her and try to come to a truce, that you wanted to go back to her, that you would’ve left everything behind to be with her.

She probably would’ve done the same, no, you know she would’ve done the same for you. But neither one of you could deal with the weight of the guilt, the shame of having yelled at each other. The two of you never did that before.

Besides, she probably had someone else now. Even during your years together, she always seemed to ignore how people fawned over her.

Though, you hadn’t been able to see how she’’d only ever had eyes for you.

The sigh you release doesn’t make you feel any lighter.

“Leaving so soon?”

The sound of her voice after not having heard it for so long makes you jump, and you whip around to look at her. You were hiding your phone like you had been doing something worthy of punishing.

The pulsing takes over your ears, triggering a numb feeling that leaves you feeling weightless all over. It’s the same feeling you got when the two of you first met all those years ago. She still had that effect on you, taking your breath away with that smirk that always had you feeling some type of way.

“I um...uh..” You can’t even find the words to say to her. You didn’t expect to interact with her on any level.

Could you be any more ridiculous in front of an ex?

“Randvi told me you were taking a phone call outside.” She says, shoving her hands into her pockets and shifting her weight from one foot to another.

“Yeah uh..it was..it was work?” You awkwardly wave your phone before shucking it in your pocket, shivering for reasons other than the cold.

Fuck if you knew if that’s what it really was, but you were trying damn hard to make it seem like you weren’t preoccupied about her the whole time.

Eivor’s eyebrows shoot up and her eyes glint in curiosity.

“How’s that going? Did they treat you alright over there?”

You smile a little at her ever present thoughtfulness, “yeah, it was great.” There’s an awkward pause that leaves the two of you wondering what could be recovered from the ashes of what once was.

There was a time where the breakup had come as a shock to a lot of your mutual friends, and for a time it was the only thing people could talk about.

It didn’t help Eivor any. The breakup was equally as difficult on her. She didn’t have the heart to get rid of things the two of you had amassed over the course of the relationship, especially not the polaroids that had been littered about the home you two once shared or the pictures in her phone.

She regretted letting you go the second you had been forced to walk out of her life, and seeing you at the wedding had resurfaced a lot of unresolved feelings.

Even though she felt elated seeing you again, she didn’t dare hope.

You chuckle awkwardly at the poignant silence, picking at the cuticles of your nails—a part of you Eivor had known well once upon a time, and just sigh.

She used to take your hands, and kiss the parts that hurt. She used to know how to mend the parts of you that needed healing.

To her credit, the small conversation that comes up isn’t too awkward since it wasn’t all that personal. There’s a chuckle here and a joke there, lulling the both of you into a false sense of security.

It’s when she gives you that look, one that’s so natural to her, that it has you feeling nervous all over again.

Whether she’d meant to or not, it was the look she’d give you when she couldn’t verbally express how much she truly loved you with every fiber of her being. It’s always been an automatic, second nature thing for her to look at you like you hung up the moon and the stars.

There’s a sigh that escapes her. A whisper of truce.

That look that left you tingling all over with desire for her, a warmth suffusing all throughout your body. The love she possessed for you is clear in her eyes now as it was back then, before the fight.

It was clear that she wasn’t really ready to let you go just yet, not when she had you right in front of her again after such a long time. She offers you an arm, nodding behind her.

“Did you..want to go for a walk?”

“Oh, I don’t—“

“I won’t keep you long, I promise.”

How can you say no with the way she’s looking at you like that? You felt your heart squeeze at the soft pleading in her voice.

It feels like you’re melting under Eivor’s gaze, and just like that, you give her an easy smile and take a hold of the arm she offers. She hums pleasantly, keeping an easy and relaxed pace with you as the two of you are walking away from the party with no particular direction in mind.

The conversation and the silence in between you is easy, coming and going naturally as if no time had passed by at all.

You caught each other up on what had been going on in your lives during the last year: Eivor finally settled back in London after travelling constantly for work, but still had a ways to go in unpacking all of her stuff from the suitcases. The only things she had bothered to set up again in the old apartment were the bare essentials, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest. That’s how it had been when you two had lived together.

You’d brought color itself into her life.

Neither of you really acknowledged how fucked up of a feeling it was for Eivor to have also left your once shared home, and have come back to it empty and alone with the bare bones of what you once had together.

“Are you in town just for the wedding?” She asked after a while, adjusting her arm so you could loop your elbows together. She can’t help the smile that comes on when you naturally match your stride to hers and hold onto her just a little bit closer, fingers laced together.

“Sort of.” You squeeze her arm slightly when the two of you momentarily acknowledge a dog being walked by their owner, “My work contract is actually done, and it coincided with Gunnar’s wedding so...yeah, might finally settle down here again.” Eivor feels her heart accelerate as fast as it drops when she hears your words. She stops walking entirely, oceanic eyes riddled with a slight panic.

Were you telling the truth? Were you officially back home now? Back to…her? Would you even want to be? What if you had moved on?

Looking at her, you practically knew what Eivor was wanting to ask so badly. It was as obvious in her eyes and in her touch—the way she held your hand so carefully. The way she rubbed your skin with her calloused thumb had soothed the bubbling unease in your belly.

“Would yo-”

“Maybe we–”

The both of you laugh awkwardly, and she motions for you to speak first.

“I..would like to get to know you again, Eivor.”

Eivor breathes softly. She can’t say that the words don’t hurt a little, but she forces her impatient nature to not rear its ugly head.

She hadn’t even realized the both of you stopped walking, or how she’d let go of your hand. But you reached for her again, bringing her back from the insecurity that threatened to drag her under.

“I think we owe each other that much, right? A clean slate.” You whisper to her, feeling your own heart tug a little when you notice her stormy eyes water up with tears.

“You’ve always had more sense than me, anyway.”

That makes you laugh a little, but still, you can see how she deflated she was from the hurt she undoubtedly felt. The dejection was written all over her face, shoulders sagging as she stood in front of you, loosely holding your hands.

Eivor’s shoulders shake as she lets out a watery laugh. You don’t blame her for feeling the way she does. She’s used to fixing everything right away, and even now it’s hard for her to know that while you hadn’t rejected her outright, you didn’t take her back immediately.

“Eivor…I-I need to settle, and I can’t lie – the wedding is bringing up a lot of things we shouldn’t talk about right now.”

“I’d give anything in the world to have you come back to me.” She’s a little more hopeful this time, voice a little high from nerves, but receptive to your touch as she rests her forehead on yours, “Without you, I’ve lost my way a thousand times.”

“We’ll come back to each other, Eivor. I promise.” Your own voice wavered a little as you grabbed her hands, “I just need time, please?”

“Anything.”

#eivor x reader #eivor varinsdottir x reader

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neon-junkie · 1 year ago

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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.

#acwriting #assassins creed valhalla #assassins creed #eivor #eivor wolfkissed #female eivor #eivor x reader #fem!eivor x reader #eivor wolfkissed x reader #reader insert #AC valhalla #f!reader #smut

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kassandras-one-braincell · 2 years ago

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im just saying

#it's not a want it's a need #eivor varinsdóttir #soma jarlskona #kassandra of sparta #kassandra #eivor #ac soma #eivor x reader #kassandra x reader #soma x reader #meme dump

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reddeaddamnation · 2 years ago

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welcome back to the writing side of tumblr! idk if you’ve written something like this, bc i can’t find your masterlist, but how would the assassins or at least my baby ezio act when they find out assassin!reader is pregnant with their child but still taking on missions and possibly putting themselves in danger, no matter how good they are at their job xx

Thank you it's good to be back. I missed you guys and your creative ideas lol I don't remember writing anything like this so there you go

Basim would be like nah nuh-uh. You say in bed and take care of yourself because in his culture a woman who is pregnant is sacred and needs to take care of herself. The most you can do is go to the market if you won't have any trouble with walking. If you're in discomfort - he will go with you.

Eivor would try to explain to you the dangers of the missions as if you don't know already and would kindly and politely tell you to think about your child because he will be devastated if something happens to either of you.

Alexios' jaw would just drop and he would have no idea what to even say. "Please don't." He would just say in a monotone voice but with the most pleading eyes you ever saw him pull off. He wants to say so much but doesn't even know where to start, because he was shocked when he found out.

Bayek would sit you down and lecture you in a rather angry tone because he had flashbacks of when he saw his own son die so he will NEVER allow it to happen again. "I'm very disappointed that you don't know how to take care of yourself in this condition. What came over you?"

Altair would cut you off mid-mission and would tell you to turn back or else. He will take care of the mission instead of you if you promise to not put your head in danger and don't be stubborn because he can be more stubborn and will not budge until you accompany him back to your home. No matter how long you spend in that one place he met you.

Ezio would be like "WHAT" and chase you down hoping he isn't too late and would give you the lecture of your life. "You know you're more important to me than anything. Now that you are carrying our child, I will worry about both of you and will not forgive you if you put the two of you in danger again. The baby did not choose to be here. Think about it."

Connor would be so disappointed. Honestly how will you look at him and still do it? He asked you to take care of yourself and rest and here you are putting yourself in danger. Usually he communicates everything but this time you get the silent treatment for at least a few hours.

Edward would sigh and say "I ask you for one thing and one thing only. Stay. Out. Of. Danger. Don't you realize what you're doing?" He wouldn't show his true anger tho and would leave you with your thoughts for a few hours.

Arno would pace around all day and when you come back, he will nag you to oblivion. "What do you think you're doing? Why? What do you want to prove? Is our child less important than the damn brotherhood? I can't stop you if you don't want to quit but at least think about what you're doing."

When Jacob found out you want to come on the mission too, Evie begged him to tell you to reconsider. He just walked past the both of you like "Y/N you're not coming." in a stern voice, leaving you shocked. "If you're so adamant on coming, I think you should think about the consequences" Jacob? Consequences? Don't go, for the sake of this nice change in him!

Shay would be angry. So angry and so stern. "You know the consequences if anything were to happen to you and I can't be there to say anything except I told you so because we both know what will happen if you keep going on like this. Instead of resting and staying safe, you go out of your way to put yourself in danger. You're acting like a child."

Haytham would just sigh and rub the bridge of his nose. "Don't make me lock you in our room with guards outside because if you don't have the decency to keep yourself safe, I will."

#assassins creed #basim ibn ishaq x reader #eivor x reader #alexios x reader #bayek of siwa x reader #altair ibn la ahad x reader #ezio auditore x reader #connor kenway x reader #edward kenway x reader #shay cormac x reader #haytham kenway x reader #arno dorian x reader #jacob frye x reader

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liyawritesss · 1 year ago

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ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇɪᴠᴏʀ ᴠᴀʀɪɴꜱᴅᴏᴛᴛɪʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ...

Characters: Eivor Varinsdottir(Female Data String) x Black!Fem!Reader

From: Assassin's Creed: Valhalla

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: When the Jarlskona of Raventhorpe sets her eyes upon you, there is virtually nothing you can do to sway her affection. What would a courtship with Eivor Wolf-Kissed entail?

Warnings: fem!data stream!eivor, cursing, game-canon violence, mentions of injuries and wound dressing

A/N: Started playing AC: Valhalla and honestly? Ubisoft don’t miss when it comes to this franchise. It’s been out for a bit now and it seems to be a bit dry out there, so allow me to feed the blk eivor lovers out there

Tags: @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @niyahwrites

First and foremost, Eivor is an intense lover. There are no if, ands or buts about that. She’s lost everything and worked to regain it all back; her honor, her respect; and if she chooses you to be her lady, then best believe it was a choice made precisely.

You joined Ravensthorpe via trade - you were a fine seamstress looking for a settlement to call home. As you had a skill that could benefit yourself and the settlement, Eivor allowed your transition into the camp. She was impressed by your craftsmanship and with another winter closing in, the town would need all the best weaving and sewing it could get to brace for it.

After your first initial meeting, there were only fleeting moments of which the two of you would greet each other and talk. You were a joy to be around, always sporting a simple smile and engaging in Eivor’s jokes and combatting her sarcasm with your own. You were one of few people who could keep up with her and it sparked a friendship between the two of you.

Though you’d always had an eye for the jarlskona since your arrival - and honestly, who could blame you; the woman was large and brooding, carrying an air of mystery and absolute dominance while simultaneously being a comfort to you - there was a level of hierarchy that had to be maintained. Yes, she was attractive, but she was also your leader.

This is definitely a situation where one person falls first and the other falls harder. And while both of you are good at hiding your feelings (or maybe it’s just both of you are oblivious to the other’s affections), there was no denying that something was there.

Eivor’s realization of her affections comes when she receives her cloak back from you. She had asked you to repair it, as someone had ripped it pretty badly during a raid, because it was her favorite and she never left the settlement without it. It’s through Valka that you learn that the cloak is the last thing she has of her mother who was killed right in front of her when she was young. And while there was very little left of the original cloak to work with, you came up with a brilliant idea that you prayed wouldn’t end in her yelling at you for it.

You’d been wanting to make her a new one anyway, and with the torn one being the right shade of light brown you needed, you decided to use it on the hem and edges of the cloak, thickening it so that the frigid winter air wouldn’t make it through as easily. A wolf pelt was also sewn as the collar for the cloak, and hidden underneath it was a regular hood for when the cold was too much to bear in the face.

It was a fairly simple design, really, fortified by an extra layer of cloth for the cold, but to Eivor, it meant everything. When you handed it to her, she took her time analyzing your handiwork, tracing the edges and the hem of the cloak where it would meet at her chest, remembering the times her mother would hug her from behind in the same manner. Enveloping her in warmth, protecting her from harm.

There was a thudding in her chest that wouldn’t quiet until she returned to the longhouse. It was heavy and loud and unlike any emotion she had ever felt before. It couldn't be compared to the feeling of near-death, nor the ignorant bliss that came from downing endless horns of ale. She wished she could have figured it out on her own what the heaviness in her chest meant whenever she looked at you, but it took Randvi, her brother’s widow, to tell Eivor that she liked you more as just a friend. Whether she wanted to pursue something further than that, however, would be something she had to figure out alone.

In the weeks approaching winter you’d actually been working with Valka in learning skills to be a healer. She’d predicted that this winter would be bad with a lot of sickness, injuries, and deaths. Unfortunately, she was correct. Her cabin became overrun with injured raiders, and of course, Eivor was amongst the ranks.

Valka suggested that since Eivor had some pretty severe injuries (not to mention a history of hallucinations and visions she’d informed you on), that Eivor should be taken care of by you in the longhouse. It took a little bit of convincing of both you and Eivor (though once the healing salve had been applied to her injuries and she’d drunk a brew Valka made, Eivor couldn't put up much of a fight while she was asleep), but nevertheless, you’d started taking care of Eivor in the comfort of her room. To this day, you aren’t sure if she knew what she was doing when she suggested this arrangement, but you’ve always had your suspicions. They don’t call a wise woman wise for nothing.

Weeks went by and Eivor was making a steady recovery, having regained much of her strength and was able to move around on her own now. SO you started coming around less often, which saddened her. One night, while you were cleaning and redressing her nasty shoulder wound, she pointed out the exhaustion that plagued your face and asked you if it would make things easier if you spent the night, and to be truthful in your response.

You admitted that it would be easier, but you had no sleeping clothes and you would have had to travel across the settlement to get them anyway. Eivor offered up one of her shirts a bit too eagerly, though quickly covered it up with an ‘it’s what friends do’, which was a painful statement to say because after being taken care of a dotted on by you for the past few weeks, it became increasingly clear for her that she wanted more than just friendship.

She still doesn’t know what officially solidified it for her, but the moment she sees you in her linen shirt, a particularly large one that hung slightly off shoulder and created a pretty contrast against your dark skin, glowing against the candlelight that flickers throughout the room, she makes up her mind that she will ask you to be hers before the night is over with.

Eivor is no stranger to having to be quick-witted in timely situations, and this is no different. She formulates how she will pose the question to you, shuffling through different starting points, trying to also hold a steady resolve so that she can actually get to the question and not chicken out when things get hot.

Which is exactly what almost happens when you ask to take down her braids that she’s had in for god knows how long, too fixated on healing to really notice her hair needed attention as well. And when she’s met with your hands in her hair, it takes every fiber of her vikingr being to not lose focus.

You’re standing in front of her while she sits on the edge of the bed. You’re rebraiding the two side pieces she normally has in, and there’s talk of the events that happened in your day while you were out before you came to check in on her. You end up moving a certain way that causes you to lose your balance, you almost fall on top of her but she catches you before you do. A crisis averted…

…and yet her hands dont leave your hips. Eivor tries to pull them away, she really does, but she can’t help that they feel right being on your sides. And when you lock eyes the intensity of the atmosphere and in your stares all but thickens, and suddenly Eivor is at a loss of any words she thought she was gonna speak.

Eivor is a skilled warrior, hardened on the battlefield, mind sharpened from years of training and discipline, but it’s the slightest nudge you give her when you lean forward, when you’re looking down at her with your pretty eyes and full lips slightly parted, when you seemingly melt into her hands - its then that every resolve she has falls through the cracks, and she pulls you onto her lap, and kisses you through the searing pain that courses through her shoulder when she encourages you to straddle her.

Eivor is an intense lover. She does properly ask to court you, after catching her breath from the mindblowing kiss she’d stolen from you, and from then on, there’s not a doubt in anyone's mind who has the jarlskona’s favor. She prides herself in having you as her Lady, wanting to spoil you with the riches at her disposal but understands if being dressed up isn’t you’re cup of tea. She grants you the same respect that is expected to be given to her - you are her equal, and she will love you with everything she has until Odin calls her to Valhalla.

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that-basic-simp · 4 months ago

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Soreness

Fem! Evior x Fem! Reader CW: Blood WC: 1.1k+

"If it isn't the magnificent Eivor herself--"

"Shut up," she sat on the side of her bed after she removed her gear.

"What is it this time?" I sighed.

"Sore."

I sat beside her and she turned to where her back was facing me. I reached over and firmly placed my hands on her shoulders, digging deep into the tight muscle with the base of my hand before I squeezed tightly.

"Fuck," she whispered.

"Try to ease up, Eivor. You're very tense. It won't help."

"I'm trying, love."

Her shoulders finally relaxed after I had planted a kiss to the back of her neck, near her scar. As I pulled away, my eyes lingered there for a moment.

"You're staring," she said.

"I'm sorry, Eivor."

"Do not be sorry. Weakness gets you killed."

"Does it bother you?"

"Bother me?"

"That you have a scar there."

"It serves as a reminder of what happened that night. With my parents, Kjotve, myself," she whispered the last part.

"Why yourself?"

"I was weak. All I could do was stand by and watch as my mother and father were killed mercilessly."

"But," my finger slowly trailed up the side of her neck and ran over the scar tissue. "You're still here. Still alive."

"And," she reached up and placed her hand on the one that was still on her shoulder. She turned and faced me, her blue eyes staring into mine. "I am with you."

"You flatter me," I said and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Anywhere else that is hurting you or stiff?"

"My arms."

"Biceps or forearms?"

"Both," she said.

"Lay down," I knew where this was going to go. This was her subtle way of getting me in between her legs.

She laid down on the bed and I straddled her, my hands running up and down her forearms first before reaching her biceps, squeezing and pushing at the muscles underneath. Her eyes closed and she took in a harsh breath. Thank goodness her eyes were closed since I was staring down at her abs and how they tensed up when I was massaging her arms.

"Anywhere else, love?"

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she smiled at me.

"Thighs."

"Of course."

I moved downwards and was met with her legs bending to where I could sit nicely in between them. As I knelt in between her legs, a smirk slowly tugged at her lips as she thought I was oblivious to her antics. I know her all too well. Maybe a bit more than I should, but she was mine and I was hers.

My hands squeezed at her thick thighs, thick with muscle and power that I also know all too well. She let out soft groans of contempt as I went from the front to the back of her thighs. As her muscles were getting looser and not as tense, I dipped my head down in between her legs and softly planted kisses against her inner thigh.

"Love," the words fell from her lips like it was sin.

"Eivor," I whispered back, sinning with her.

Her eyes became half lidded as she stared me down, watching every single move like I was her prey. Only tonight, she was the one to be devoured. I replaced the soft kisses with open mouthed ones, letting my tongue run along the flesh of her thighs, reveling in all that was her. I was about to get to the shorts she was wearing, but heavy footsteps could be heard. As the door swung open to reveal Dag, I was standing beside the bed while Eivor was sitting on the side of it.

"Eivor," he breathed out deeply.

"I am in the middle of something. Is knocking too medieval for you, Dag?"

"My apologies, but you must see something."

"If Odin himself isn't here, then leave it until the morning," she snarled.

My heart skipped a beat and my face flushed. I slightly turned away from Dag in the hopes he didn't see my reaction to Eivor's sudden change in mood. Although, it was more often than not that we get interrupted before we actually initiate something. And it always left Eivor in a sour mood to where the moment is ruined when she gets back.

"This really needs your attention."

"Go," I said to her.

She growled and stood up, "Give me five minutes."

The door closed and his footsteps slowly faded into the night air. Eivor turned and grabbed her gear, putting it on.

"Eivor?"

"I must go."

"I'm sorry."

"For?" she turned and faced me. "Nothing you do needs apology. You are simply doing what you wanted to do."

"I'm sorry that it's just going to get ruined later."

She placed her hands on my shoulders, "Before I return, I shall drink enough to where we can forget we were interrupted. I can give you the best night of your life."

"With you," I placed my hand on her cheek. "I always have the best night of my life."

"My love," she smiled and placed a long kiss to my lips.

"I shall return. Maybe if things don't go well tonight, you can give me another massage. Start this up again."

"Of course," I said.

She reached up and took my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.

"I will return shortly."

She pulled away and ran out of the room. The warmth from her cheek lingered a bit on my hand until it ran cold. I slowly milled about the room, cleaning up miscellaneous things until the morning light approached. My body was weary, in need of rest, but my mind was active, buzzing. The door swung open and Eivor returned with blood on her face and some of her clothing torn. There was a stab wound that was bleeding profusely.

"Eivor."

"I am fine, love. Nothing I can't handle," she grunted slightly as she limped around the room.

"What is wrong?"

"Nothing," she sat down.

"Eivor," I said sternly.

"Stab wound and something is wrong with my leg."

I knelt down by her leg and found something was popping out slightly. I lifted up her pant leg and found her ankle bone was misaligned.

"Hold still," I said and forced it back into place.

Her instincts took over and her fist pulled back like she was about to punch me. But she restrained herself.

"I will never hurt you," she took note of the fear in my eyes. "I will not be like your father."

"Let's treat the stab wound."

She removed her tunic and I began working on that, creating a paste that will force the skin together until it heals. Afterwards, she laid down on the bed and I laid beside her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what?"

"For almost hitting you."

I leaned towards her and pecked her cheek a few times before placing a firm kiss to her lips.

"I don't fear getting hurt by you," I said after I pulled away.

"You should. Sometimes I don't know my own strength."

"With you, Eivor," I moved closer to her, wrapping my arm around her, taking in her stale blood and cold air musk. "I fear nothing."

#eivor wolfkissed #eivor varinsdóttir #female eivor #eivor x reader #assassin's creed valhalla

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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.

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

#kasseivor #kassandra x reader #eivor x reader #kassandra x eivor x reader #ac valhalla #ac oddysey #kassandra x eivor #randvi x valka

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e-wwis · 10 months ago

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

I wonder what they're talking about...

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year ago

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Assassin's reactions to you trying to learn their native language?

Sure thing!

altair

He’s standing in the doorway when he hears you practicing some words in Arabic. He does commend your efforts for learning but let the master show you how. He is a patient tutor, and he thinks it’s cute when you learn ‘habibi’

edward

I know he speaks English but he is from Wales

If you speak Welsh, it feels like “coming home” for him. A familiar feeling that he feels comfortable with, you two carrying on full conversations in Welsh sometimes.

shay

Kinda same thing for Shay

Speaking Irish Gaeilge/Gaelic is a “safe, familiar” feeling for him, and he’s more than eager to help teach you if you’re curious.

yusuf

Learning Turkish in your spare time is an endeavor but he’s so sweet about it, commending you for learning a new language and eagerly sets aside time for study lessons

ezio

He’s so flattered you’re learning Italian and he’s more into it than you are in trying to learn. But he’s also the super flirty one trying to teach you all the affectionate terms

connor

You’ve always been curious about him and figured a good way to know about him is to study his language. He heard you practicing one day when he comes to the Homestead, and swears his heart started to flutter. Sure he says he’s just trying to help, as if he’s not looking for a way to be closer to you.

aya and bayek

You a new recruit from a different region, and you knew said Founders were adamant about having skills. That being said, Aya commends you for learning the Egyptian dialect and Bayek is such a patient teacher.

arno

He’s going all in when you’re starting to learn French, thinking it sounds so cute when you’re trying to pronounce words and yes, teaches you the flirty ones first

kassandra

It’s nice to have such an accomplished tutor with Kassandra, and learning Greek just seems more fun when she teaches you. That and the other hundreds of dialects shes picked up over the centuries

eivor

Learning Nordic is not easy but whenever Eivor teaches you, it just sounds more melodic with how smooth their voice is you get lost in it

basim

I’d like to think he’d take a more direct approach in teaching you Arabic, dropping a few dialects he’s picked up in Baghdad or in the House of Knowledge.

Bonus

If you speak a different language around Jacob and Evie, I’d imagine they would be curious about learning a new dialect and would even drop a few new learned words around you

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guccipussay · 2 years ago

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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

#abby x reader #eivor x reader #ac valhalla #tlou #tlou fanart #the last of us #abby anderson #eivor varinsdóttir

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greenaway-torres · 10 months ago

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I would love to be with a woman who believes her strap is actually a part of her and not just plastic. The way I would tease her with it. Brushing against it when I know she has it on. Running my thumb across it through her pants. Kissing the bulge before I unbuckle her pants. I love it when she gets so weak for me and I barely touched her.

“You like that baby? Want me to put it in my mouth? Then beg.”

#x reader #lesbian imagine #x y/n smut #lesbiansmut #x you smut #abby anderson #eivor wolfkissed #kassandra #eivor x reader #butch lesbian #femme4butch #girl dick #grayson x reader #sevika x reader

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negronispagliato · 3 months ago

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little by little (an interlude) || eivor varinsdottir

summary: after this, what comes after what you used to be.

words: 1.4K ish

pairing: eivor x fem!reader

themes: established relationship, breakup to makeup, yearning, pining, all that good stuff, hurt/comfort

divider by @/cafekitsune

It’s funny how no matter how long you’ve been away from home, it can still look and feel and smell like it.

You were curled up on Eivor’s leather couch, with your feet tucked in beneath her legs. Neither of you were really paying attention to the movie, a cheesy rom-com that reflected your current ….whatever this was between the two of you.

But Eivor liked this, just being able to exist with you.

You’d ended up in her apartment without any plans. It had been a horribly long week at work dealing with putting out fires, and you were already fraying at the edges.

It didn’t really occur to you that you had called Eivor for comfort, or what it would mean when she invited you over to her apartment.

The two of you had made great efforts to start over over the last few months, but still, there was a formal awkwardness neither of you could shake.

Being like this with her reminds you of all the times Eivor has been your source of comfort. She knew when to leave you alone, when to comfort your physical pain, or simply needing her to be there without saying or doing anything at all.

The takeaway that was ordered was consumed long ago, with your phone nestled in between crumpled napkins and stale fortune cookies that talked about life beginning anew.

Despite you being here with her, Eivor couldn’t help but still feel like she was drowning in that melancholy. The sadness stewed in her heart and made her stomach sink when she remembered how often she’d find you like this, on the couch waiting up for her when she kept coming home from work later, and later, and even later.

There were a lot of sleepless nights. Mornings were dull without you waking her up with kisses on her shoulder, or you curling up to her for warmth and asking her for a few more minutes of sleep before she really had to go.

“I missed this. I…missed you.” She mumbles, hesitant breath escaping before her confession, as her calloused fingers massaging your legs to release some of the pain.

You didn’t even have the energy to argue against her, to remind her why the breakup had happened in the first place and why she didn’t have to miss you.

From you, there was only a hum followed by a long, pensive pause.

“You didn’t take any of my stuff down.” You can already feel the tears pricking at your eyes, partly because of the fact that you missed her so hard and so much your heart felt like it could burst.

“Just never got around to it. Wasn’t really home much.”

Eivor couldn’t look at you, but the strain in her voice and the way she sniffled told you everything.

“I missed you, too.”

Eivor looks at you when she hears that, almost in disbelief. She felt anxious, her heart rushing with hope.

“Can we go to bed?” You asked, almost embarrassed that you had entertained the idea of missing her at all.

You slowly peel yourself from the couch, dragging your feet to the bedroom you two used to share. You hear the noise of her turning off the tv and the lights, and by the time she gets to you you’re already pulled one of her threadbare shirts over your body, your clothes politely crumpled into a pile somewhere.

You noticed how she hadn’t gotten rid of the signs of you having lived here either. Knowing that Eivor was simmering in all of that on her own, it made you want to cry.

“C-can you get my socks? The fluffy ones?” You asked her with a wobbly smile, sitting on the bed.

“Sure, I know the ones.”

For a moment, Eivor drops all pretense of propriety, and helps you put them on. She didn’t want to pay mind to how her hands trembled being able to feel your skin again, how tempted she felt to place a kiss here and there to make you laugh like she used to.

You sigh in relief when your feet feel warm (and her hands are on your skin, of course). Eivor helps you get into bed, excusing herself for a moment to change.

Normally, she wouldn’t wear anything to bed, but the two of you were still working out whatever this…was, and she didn’t think she’d be able to cross that boundary just yet.

Even as you practically hid under the sheets that still smelled like you and her, you didn’t mind all that much as you caught a glimpse of her muscular back as she changed into an old band tee and sweats.

“Come to bed?” Your voice is watery, and she can tell that everything that’s happening is a lot for you. Eivor feels her heart melt when you pull back the covers, seeing you so vulnerable and feeling small.

“Yeah, alright.” Eivor crawls into bed, lying down on her side to face you. It’s the first time in a long while she gets to just admire you without any interruptions, to take in all the details of a face she’d only seen in her dreams after you’d gone.

A small giggle escapes your lips in a whisper as you notice the blue of her eyes scan your face, and it makes her smile a little too.

“What?” Your question is a whisper, and the delicacy of it makes Eivor chuckle.

“You look different, but the same.”

“How so?”

Eivor tentatively reaches out, wondering if out of all the boundaries that were lept across today, this one would be okay with you too. But you make no visible signs of disagreeing, so her calloused, tattooed fingers gently brush the side of your face.

“Like the way you used to when you first moved in.” She continues, “You were so happy.”

“And I am, right now, with you.”

There’s a inkling of hope that blooms in Eivor’s heart, and in threatens to break out into a smile on her face. But still, she’s so scared of fucking up whatever this is that she doesn’t want you to disappear.

She couldn’t bear with it if you left her all over again, even if it was her fault.

You notice the hesitant smile on Eivor’s face. Your hand reaches out to cup it softly, humming happily as she leaned into your touch. Scooting close to each other, legs and arms happily tangle with each other like pieces of the puzzle that were always meant to fit even after a long time of being lost, hidden from each other.

Eivor hums as she feels your fingers that were holding her face, trace over the scar on her cheek and drift into her golden hair. She could practically purr at the feeling of your nails gently scratching her scalp, especially over the shaved parts.

You’re not opposed to it when Eivor scoops you entirely into her strong arms, tucking her face into your neck and breathing you in. Her relief was palpable, especially when you melted into her embrace as her hands pushed up the back of your shirt to feel your skin on hers.

She just wanted to make sure you were real, and the embrace feels like the most soothing balm on all the months worth of heartbreak between you two that were like a soggy spot in the mattress.

“Eivor?”

The way she was embracing you had you lying down a little higher than her, effectively making you the big spoon. Her face was tucked somewhere in between your neck and your décolleté, breathing in the scent of you to calm her nerves.

Being this way let you hug her to you closer, an arm around her while the other lying on her like a soothing weight as your fingers rubbed soft circles into her scalp.

“I...loved you.” You whisper into her hair as you kiss it, “I still do - love you so much.”

Eivor hugs you tighter to her, and you can hear the way the tears that are threatening to fall with the way she breathes.

“I love you too,” Her voice is but a sigh, but you hear it all the same, “Du er mitt alt.”

There was definitely a conversation that was best saved for the morning.

But for now? For now, you’d let each other indulge in the unspoken truth that the two of you had each other back.

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