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[fangirlings-things]

The reactions of your brothers to you dying in battle headcanons

anon said: Hello may i request a ragnarssons reaction where the little sister dies in battle, a whole cup of sad pls :D (a continuation of the lil sis reaction with the boys where you choose to fight against them)

A/N: hope you enjoy this, love! sorry it took so long 💛

TAG LIST: @maggiescarborough ; @charmingvalkyrie ; @flowers-in-your-hayr

THIS IS A PART TWO TO THESE HEADCANONS

→ Bjorn Ironside

He could not believe it when it happened

He saw from afar, when the warrior on his army made the final blow and sent you to Valhalla

He screamed, and everything else had no matter as all he thought about was to get you

He did reach you and seeing all that blood, your blood, made rage fill the whole of him

Bjorn regretted so much his last words to you, having said awful things when you had exposed your intentions of fighting against him

Now, he had no means of telling you just how much he loved you and was proud of the shield maiden you had become

For the first time in his life, he took no joy in having won a battle

→ Ubbe

Ubbe is in complete shock

He heard you scream and turned to see you on your back on the grass, blood all around you and an arrow coming out of your chest

He dropped on his knees by your side and held your hand tightly as with widened eyes, feeling despair, he tried to figure out what he could do, anything at all, as he watched you drown in your own blood

You forced him a smile as you died and that was it, you had gone to Valhalla and a corner of his mind wished he could follow you already

Living the rest of his life without his little sibling did not seem fair, and he blamed the Gods for it, like he had never before

It was a horrific day and he would never forget it. Everytime he closed his eyes, that moment would come back to him and he would feel that insistent pain on his chest, like he had been the one struck by an arrow, not you

In a way, he died with you on that same day. A part of him sure had

→ Hvitserk

After you had crossed paths in the battlefield and turned away from one another, Hvitserk thought that would be it, that however won, either way you would both still be alright

But when he was stumbling out of that field after the battle was done, his side having won, he stumbled upon your body

And Hvitserk found himself like he had before many times in his life

In denial

He could not react. Could not cry or scream, nothing. He just stared at your lifeless body, your shield broken beside you and a deep wound on your stomach

He walked away in silence, said nothing to no one. Just stood there in the middle of the other victorious warriors like a ghost

Only at night, so far away from everyone else that he could almost hear the troubled thoughts of his troubled mind, he cried

→ Sigurd Snake in the Eye

Even though he had told himself he would do what he had to, when it came to that he could not

Meeting you on the battlefield made him paralyzed and Sigurd found himself without any idea of what to do

You parted ways though, and it was sure in his mind that he would have the victory, but afterwards you would make peace with each other and move pass by it, as siblings would often do

But you did not prevail, and Sigurd did not believe it when he heard such news

He asked to see your body, but the other warriors told him it was impossible, the dead were already being pilled up and taken away. He would never see your face again

Sigurd felt shame, regret and sadness

He wished he had talked you out of that, that he had convinced you to fight with him after all

He had the victory, but he felt like he had failed deeply

→ Ivar the Boneless

He had threatened you when you had said you would fight against him, but as much of what he said when consumed by anger, Ivar did not really mean that

Seeing you be fatally wounded in the middle of the battle made him scream out in pure rage as he rushed to get to you

He killed the warrior who gave you that death sentence, wihout even thinking twice about the fact that thry were fighting on the same side

He pulled you closed to him, cried and sobbed, begging you to not leave him

You had always been close, and you never had thought less of him because of his legs. He loved you deeply for it

Even though you were the one dying, it was you comforted him, and said that you would be waiting for him in Valhalla, feasting with the Gods and your father, Ragnar

When you died, he went back to battle, heart filled with anger and pure hatred in his eyes

He wanted blood, and he would have it

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Perfect

Pairings: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x freader

Summary: Bob and his pregnant wife spending a lazy morning together.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, food aversion, mood swings

Another lovely request from @callsignmaverick5

Bob stirred slightly in his sleep, groaning inwardly as the harsh morning light caught him off guard. It was the weekend which meant he could sleep in for longer but his body clock said otherwise.

Bob rolled over slowly, trying not to wake you as he draped an arm over your swollen belly, rubbing his hand gently over the soft flesh. He was in complete awe as he watched your body change as your baby grew. Bob hated the thought that you suffered so much because of him but you always promised him it would be worth it. Throughout your first trimester, you’d been violently ill with morning sickness, food aversion and mood swings and on more than one occasion, Bob was worried you regretted ever having a baby with him, but you soldiered through it all and were now just 3 weeks away from your due date. Bob placed a tender kiss on your bare shoulder, breathing in your scent. He cherished moments like this, where it was quiet and peaceful. He was able to enjoy time with his family. Work kept him away from you often and Bob’s heart ached at the thought of having to leave you again, especially when he’d be leaving the baby too. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice you stirring slowly next to him.

“Bobby…” you croaked, your voice thick with sleep.

“I’m here, Babydoll,” he smiled at you, leaning forward to place a small kiss on your forehead. Your heart fluttered at the small action. Yours and Bob's relationship wasn’t built on big romantic gestures, it was made up of acts of love, simple everyday things that made you love your husband even more.

“Why are you awake so early,” you pushed yourself upwards with Bob's help, coming to rest against the headboard.

“I couldn’t sleep, I guess I’m so tuned in to getting up early. I’m sorry I woke you” He looked away guiltily but you cupped his face in your hands.

“Don’t ever be sorry for waking me, My Love. I cherish every single moment we have together. Every single moment.” Bob smiled and leaned forward placing another gentle kiss on your lips. He looked down at your growing middle with awe. Ever since you found out you were pregnant Bob had become very physical, always touching or holding you in some way, as if he needed that comfort. He looked up at you with a silent question, which you answered by leaning his head on your belly. He rested his head gently while one of his hands smoothed the fabric of your nightdress. The other hand was tightly locked in yours. Bob hummed quietly as you stroked his blond locks absentmindedly. He spoke in a quiet whisperer to the baby, having his own little conversation as you listened intently. You always loved it when Bob spoke to them, telling them about his day, something that happened at work, his friends. You knew this would be such a big part of your baby's life and you loved the fact that Bob was already sharing it with them. After a while he turned to you, smiling contently. “Thank you, Babydoll.”

“What for?” You asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“For everything. For you and our baby. Our perfect little family. I love you so so much.” You giggled, leaning down to press a delicate kiss to his forehead. “I love you too, Honey.”

Happy and completely content you watched the morning slip by in the comfort of your quiet bedroom with your ever-adoring husband. Things couldn’t be more perfect.

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[solinarimoon]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

��� ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Hi @whitedarkmoonflower !! Thanks for the ask!

🍓 How did I get into writing fanfiction? I’ve been an avid fanfic reader basically my whole life and have always created basic self insert OCs in my head my entire life too. And then I found the TLK fandom during covid lockdown and got brave and did an entry for @maggiescarborough 500 follower challenge. From there I found nothing but support and encouragement and some of my best friends in this fandom.

🥤 recommend an author or fanfic I love: this is hard to pick but I’ve got to go with the insanely talented @morosemagick ‘s masterpiece - Songs of the Unbroken which is 77 brilliant chapters and has multi chapter companion pieces as well plus AU’s with her OC and all of our other OCs in the Finan wifeymutliverse (plus my Sihtric x OC Cwen). It will keep you bud and it is an angst fueled journey and it is absolutely amazing.

🪐 Name three good things going on in your life right now - sadly, I’m struggling with this atm. And that is depressing. But my kids are happy and healthy so thats one. We’re taking small steps to improve our home which is a huge undertaking but I feel like we’re making progress so that is a good feeling. And lastly, I made a goal to bring learning sourdough this year and so far it’s been going well and it feels good to feed my family healthy bread that I’ve made them.

❄️- my dream theme/plot for a fic and who would write it best? Whoa buddy. This is a toughie! I really would love to see an epic fantasy AU with our TLK favs. And I’ve started plots for this before but haven’t been able to take it anywhere. Man. That’s a hard one.

🏜️ what’s your favorite type of comment to receive on work - I adore any and all comments but the ones that make me happiest are when someone quotes a line I was particularly proud of or tells me that they loved my descriptions. I am very deliberate about a lot of my word selection to try and evoke certain vibes and feelings so that means a lot when someone picks up on that.

Thank you so much for the ask dear! 🧡

[thesoldiersminute]

Thank you for tagging me @maggiescarborough !!

This or That?

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

no pressure tags: @erzsebet-bathory @brielarsonist @howard-cassie

[rubysunnday]

what in the name of sankta alina is going on

i went offline for a few months but i'm back now and just in time to celebrate 6k. I've had this account 1,207 days (but who's counting) and i can't thank you all enough for your support and friendship.

anyway, we all know why we're here so:

*snips ribbon*

i do declare genyakosstyk's requests open

my only condition is it has to be shadow and bone or bridgerton please but other than that, fill ya boots x

(also if there's any s&b s2 gifs you want to see let me know) tagging moots and people i wanna be moots with below

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[fangirlings-things]

Lagertha being in love with you would include headcanons

@adhdnightmare said: Could I request a Lagertha being in love you with you headcannons please? (I swear they did this woman so wrong in the show )

A/N: heyy, love! this request was amazing to get, I love lagertha and yes omg, I totally agree!! I hope you like this, sorry for the long wait.

TAG LIST: @maggiescarborough ; @charmingvalkyrie ; @flowers-in-your-hayr

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Truth is, Lagertha did not thought she would have another great love in her life after Ragnar

In her mind, she would fulfill the rest of her days with some well deserved peace and then, she would leave this world to be happy in Valhalla

But the Gods... well, they had other plans for her

You crossed paths with each other by accident one day in the woods, having been persuing the same deer to be cooked for dinner

Lagertha got to it first, you reconigzed it. And so you left, and she thought she would never see you again

On the streets of Kattegat one day though she laid her eyes on you again, as you bought some food in the market

"It seems as if our paths only cross when food is in question"

She had said that after approaching you, feeling thoughful and honestly, impressed by your simple beauty, as you did not seem to want to stand out in the crowd, but did anyways

The smile you gave her at hearing her words took her breath away like only the greatest battles she had witnessed had done before

"Maybe the Gods are trying to tell us something by this encounters"

And oh, after that she did not think much before inviting you to eat at her table

Conversation was easy between you, as if you had known each other for many years passed

She was surprised to see that talk honestly with you was not hard. Her sincere thoughts were leaving her mouth before she even knew and it felt good, to take so much that troubled her mind out of her chest

You spent more and more time together, and eventually daily visits to her house became a thing

Your first kiss was first shared after a night where you had too many drinks and ended up being blunt about the fact that you loved her

"My heart is yours, Lagertha. It has always been, from our first encounter to this day. Being with you fills my days with a joy I thought I would not find again on this world after my family went to Valhalla. I want to share this life with you"

Her response was to kiss you deeply as she had been wanting for a long time. Too long

You started to live together not long afterwards

You make her laugh a lot

The sex is amazing

Bjorn, seeing his mother so happy, does not have to push himself too hard to like you. Besides, you are easy to like

Your favorite moments with her are those when in the middle of the night, she would randomly place a kiss on you forehead and whisper that she loved you, thinking you were sleeping

Little did you know she knew you were not sleeping, because you never could stop a smile to take a hold of your lips when that happened

[footprintsinthesxnd]

I think I Love You

Pairings: Tom Kazanksy x f!reader (1920s au) Summary: this is a request from the lovely @green-socks for my 1K celebration with a moodboard from the prompt ‘I think I love you.’Sam very kindly let me choose the time period so I’ve gone for a 1920s Bonnie and Clyde kind of vibe for this one. I hope you like it.

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[bless-my-demons]

Taglist Part 2:

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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?

Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!

Word Count: 1500

Series Masterlist

• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Tingly.

That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.

Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.

I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-

“You alright, darlin’?”

His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.

“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.

“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.

My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.

“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.

“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.”

His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”

“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.

Jasper

Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.

I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.

Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.

Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.

“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.

Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.

And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.

Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.

“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.

I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.

Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”

Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.

“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.

Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.

“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”

I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.

“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.

“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.

“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”

Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.

“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”

Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”

“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”

I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.

Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.

“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.

“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.

A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.

A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.

“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.

Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.

“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.

“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.

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[fangirlings-things]

Natasha being a bit nervous to ask you out would include headcanons

@ssa-sapphic said: hey, congrats again!!can i request an avengers headcanon with the item love and nat, please? (i was going to send a prentiss request but i know you’ve wrote about her before and i wanted to give you something different. plus i love nattie <3)

A/N: hii love!! I'm terribly sorry this took me so long, this was fun to write, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it ♥️

TAG LIST: @imaginesofyourfandom ; @maggiescarborough ; @locke-writes ; @captainshazamerica ; @ruvaakke ; @veracruz-djarin ; @flourishandblotts-inc

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It's strange.

She's a very upfront person, not in the slightest shy or even worries about other people will actually think of her

Well... until you got in her life like a hurricane and turned everything upside down in the greatest way possible

She deeply cares for the way you see her, and honestly she doesn't like it at first. This feelings you were giving her, she hadn't had them in a long time and she had been fine, so why now? Why you?

It took a lot of late night thinking as she stared at the ceiling for her to realize that it was a good thing. You were a good person, an amazing one, actually. If she was going to fall for someone, if was nice that that someone would be you

And so, just like that, she decided she would then ask you out

She spent hours thinking about how she would do it, where she would take you. Steve saw her fidgeting as she thought about it unstoppably. She was so anxious she even ended up asking him for advice

"You do know that I never went to the only date I ever scheduled, right?"

Eventually, she would just stop that nonsense and decide to take action. She had always been better at improvising when on field than in making plans

So she would come to you randomly one day and just spill it out. She wanted to take you out. When and where, you could decide together. What mattered, was if you wanted to go

And hearing that would make the greatest of smiles to spread out on your lips.

"I thought you would never ask. Of course I want to go out with you, Nat. How could I ever refuse that?"

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Love Through the Pages Masterlist

Synopsis : Bob Floyd isn’t the man you typically find in a love story. His awkward mannerism and unusual ways don’t make him the typical heart throb, but Bob certainly has his charms. He finds love in an unexpected place when he finds a hidden message in a book that changes his life for ever. He meets the girl of his dreams but true love is not always an easy road and can they survive the ups and downs that life throws at them.

Pairings: Bob Floyd x female reader/ Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin

Warnings: 18+, slow burn, to start but will pick up the pace, mentions of injuries and hospitals, smut, 18+, failed relationships.

Thank you so much @callsign-phoenix for betaing for me.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

The end

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Thank you for the tag @bradleybeachbabe

“I DO SUPPORT YOU, RHETT!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face, your voice hoarse from arguing with your stubborn husband.

Tagging: @callsign-phoenix @imjess-themess @topguncortez @a-reader-and-a-writer @sunlightmurdock @mayhem24-7forever @averyhotchner @maggiescarborough @callsignmaverick5 @ssprayberrythings @callmemana @green-socks @flyboyjake @wkndwlff @smoothdogsgirl (I haven’t tagged quite as many people as words because the last sentence I wrote had a lot of words 😂)

[ofmanderley]

KING ALFRED - VIKINGS S5, EP6.

[youbloodymadgenius]

Min Skat (Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is for @maggiescarborough‘s and @gearhead66‘s birthdays 🎉 The truth is, I wanted to write two different fics but I had problems... As you may know, girls, I was on vacation. And the laptop I took with me was broken... So... I couldn’t write. I got home only 36 hours ago. That’s why I finally decided to write a single story, to share, for both of you. Hope you won’t mind. And since I know you both love fluff, then... fluff it is! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVELY WOMEN 💖 🌷 💖

As usual, thanks to my lifesaver, @inforapound, for beta reading it so quickly 🌻

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Min elskede: my love - Min skat: my treasure

the gif belongs to @ohbelllaciao

Summary: You’re pregnant, childish, cranky, hungry, moody and it’s the middle of the night. How’s Ivar going to react?

Warnings: soft, soft, soft Ivar and a lot of fluff.

Words: 2308

Hands on your lower back in a futile attempt to ease the shooting pain coursing through your spine, you slowly cross the room. The faint moonlight allows you to see that Ivar hasn't moved. Covered by many furs, lying on his side, his eyes are closed, his steady breathing just loud enough to hear. 

 You honestly resent him for sleeping peacefully when you haven't been able to for weeks. There are so many reasons for your sleepless nights: the constant need to empty your bladder, the feeling of choking as soon as you lie down, the midnight cravings, your inability to find a comfortable position in your shared bed, or the frantic kicks from the tiny human growing inside you as soon as you try to rest… You're exhausted. And mildly jealous.

Getting closer, you sink heavily onto the bed, releasing a deep sigh. Ivar immediately moves and groans, annoying you. He should know better and not dare to complain. "Ivar, don't expect me to apologize! I am warning you!" You hiss through clenched teeth, furrowing your brows. "Carry a baby for nine fucking moons and then, maybe, you'll be allowed to say something!"

 Sitting up, he grabs a candle and lights it before shifting next to you. 

 Looking at him, you see his big, sleepy blue eyes staring at you, bewilderment written all over his face. "Min elskede, are you all right? Is there anything I can do?" There's no annoyance or impatience in his voice, and his gentleness stirs you up. You love him so much… Forgotten, your previous anger is replaced by an emotional roller-coaster bringing tears to your eyes. 

 Since you don't answer, he gets closer to you, squeezing both your hands in one of his. "Y/N, min elskede, why did you get up? Tell me please."

Using his free hand, he gently fixes a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

 "I don't know…" Shrugging your shoulders, you try to explain. "I had… I was too hot. And then I had to… pee…" You blush. "And now I wish I'd grab something to eat. I'm hungry. And I'm cold." Snuggling into his arms, you can't help but pout. 

 Smiling at you, he kisses softly the tip of your nose before speaking firmly, grabbing and patting a fluffy pillow. "I'll take care of everything. Lie down, min elskede." You're too exhausted to fight back and just do as you're told. Rewarded by a soft kiss on your forehead, Ivar folds several furs onto you and you give him a little smile.

 You watch him as he throws himself onto the floor and starts crawling. The glorious sight of his nacked, chiseled chest is mesmerizing and painfully appealing. If you weren't so pregnant, you'd probably jump on him for a long and passionate lovemaking session. But here you are, huge and so weary that the simple thought of moving again exhausts you. Frustrated, you close your eyes, sighing heavily. 

 "I'll be right back, min elskede." Stopping at the doorway, Ivar gives you a last comforting smile and then disappears. You do know he'll come back with everything you could wish for, and undoubtedly more. 

 From the very beginning, Ivar has always been different around you. Nicer to you than to other people. Less prone to anger. You know it's because of the way you acted when you first met him. That night, for the first time in his life, he had been treated first as a human being, and not as a cripple. 

   He'd traveled all the way to Vestfold to ask your uncle, King Harald, for his support in his war against Lagertha. You, the illegitimate daughter of Halfdan the Black, the king's brother, lived most of the time further north with your mother, who had only been a one-night stand to your father. But once or twice a year, Harald invited you to Vestfold, usually for his own benefit.

 That time, the king had asked you – urged you – to seduce Ivar the Boneless, in order to strengthen their alliance. You didn't like being treated like a courtesan and had locked yourself in your room. It had taken all your father's forcefulness to convince you to come out. When you had eventually entered the hall, the feast in honor of the youngest Ragnarsson was in full swing. Dressed in a beautiful burgundy red dress offered to you by King Harald, you had caught everyone's attention but only had eyes for your uncle's special guest. Immediately captivated by his perfect facial features, you had felt as if you were drowning in his unimaginably blue eyes as soon you had looked into them, your heart skipping a beat. 

 Sitting next to your uncle, the chair to his left was free, reserved for you according to your father's words. Taking your seat nervously, you had wondered if he could hear the frantic heartbeat in your chest.  

 From that moment on, it was just the two of you. You weren't even sure the world kept spinning. For hours, Ivar and you had been talking, smiling at each other, his hand grabbing yours under the table, your fingers stroking his knuckles. 

You soon had realized that Ivar's reputation – a selfish, bloodthirsty and ruthless prince – only reflected part of the man he was: outstandingly intelligent, curious about everything, funny, smart and clever. He had asked you a lot of questions, wanted to know everything about you. You had told him about your village, about your mother's people, the Sami, and their peculiar customs. He had listened carefully, often asking you to clarify some details. He had been more reluctant to talk about his life, claiming that yours was much more exciting than his own, made of wars and blood. 

 When your completely drunk uncle had ended the feast, Ivar had put his hand on your forearm, tentatively offering to see you again the next day. Much to his surprise, you had agreed right away, a wide smile lighting up your face. And then a frown had crossed his face as he had lowered his head. "Y/N, I… There's something you need to know… "The panic was written all over his face. "I'm… not like everyone else." Swallowing, he had kept his head down.

 Of course he wasn't. He was different. He had won your heart in a matter of hours. What was the problem? Then, realization had hit you. Of course. Speaking softly, you had grabbed his hand. "I know absolutely everything I need to know about you, Ivar."

 Releasing a shaky breath, Ivar had shook his head. "No, you don't. You wouldn't have agreed to meet me again if you did. You wouldn't have agreed if you knew that I'm a cr—" Shushing him, one finger on his lips, one hand on his chin, you had forced him to look at you. "Ivar, I know your legs don't work. I knew all along. I knew when I sat next to you." He was bewildered and speechless. Shrugging, you had explained. "I don't care if you can't walk, Ivar, it doesn't matter. What matters though, it's what's there,” your hand had briefly grazed his chest, you had pointed at his heart, "and there,”  your index finger had  brushed his forehead as you had smiled once again. "So yes, I definitely want to meet you tomorrow." And then, your lips had audaciously found his, leaving him astounded.  

 You were already utterly in love. And so was he. That night, you spoke with your heart and Ivar believed you. And more importantly, from that night on, he trusted you, allowing himself to be soft and caring when it was just the two of you.  

  Abandoned to your memories, you sigh lovingly. Gods, this man is your everything and you love being the one with whom he's his true self. You know him like no one else does. And you see him for who he is. Not a king, not a cripple. Just a man; your man. Often stubborn, sometimes hot-tempered but always and unwaveringly loving. 

 Since you are with child, Ivar takes even greater care of you, his unexpected yet unfailing patience both surprizing and delighting you. Whether you're screaming, crying or sulking, he's always there, smiling, cheering you up, whatever the time of day or night. And no matter what you ask, he's always trying to meet all your needs, making a point of doing everything on his own. 

 Every night, since your first cravings many months ago, he brings you something to eat.

 Every day, he massages your tense shoulders and your aching back, and then rubs your swollen legs. 

 At all times, he wordlessly endures your mood swings and tantrums. 

 Every morning, he helps you get dressed before braiding your hair while whispering words of love for only you to hear. 

 And every day, you feel guilty.

 Since you're pregnant, you're not yourself. Most of the time you can't help it, but sometimes you realize what you're doing and blame yourself for treating your husband so poorly. 

 "Min elskede!" His voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

 Pushing a heavy wooden tray in front of him, Ivar carefully crawls his way back.  From where you are, you can see on the tray two bowls and one plate, all full of delicacies. 

 When he's close enough, Ivar hands you the tray before pulling himself up on the bed, taking a seat right next to you. Helping you sit up, he places a large cushion behind your back, his knuckles grazing your cheek while his lips briefly find yours. 

 Looking down, you stare in wonder at what Ivar brought you. Once again, he thought of everything: various dried meats, goat cheese, those blueberries you love so much and those pickled herrings you usually hate but are mad about since you are with child. 

 Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you let out an embarrassed laugh. "Ivar, I don't deserve this…" Blinking a few times, you grab his hand. "I don't deserve you."

 He shakes his head, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Min elskede, you made me a man, then a husband." He tenderly puts his free hand on your huge belly. "And soon, I'll become a father. It's more than I could have hoped for. Of course you deserve this. You deserve even more than this." Before you can say anything, Ivar pops a blueberry in your mouth. 

 Patiently waiting for you to finish eating, Ivar keeps a soothing hand over your shoulders, absentmindedly massaging them while pecking you on the cheek. As soon as you finish, he puts the tray on the nightstand, nodding appreciatively as he sees the cleared plates. 

 "Min elskede, it's far from dawn, you should try to get back to sleep." You nod getting lost in a yawn and lay down, rolling on your side with effort. Ivar lays down as well, facing you, his right hand brushing your belly.  

 "I love you, Ivar, I love you so much. You're a wonderful husband and you're going to be an amazing father." Sighing, you close your eyes for an instant. "You'll be a much better father than yours or mine ever was." Your voice is shaky and you can see uncertainty on Ivar's face.

 "I'll try, Y/N, I'll try really hard. I can promise that I'll do my best." His breath hitches as he grabs your hand, squeezing it. "But tell me… Tell me again…" He stops, eyes clearly watering. Swallowing, he winces before taking a deep breath. "Tell me… What are we going to do if the baby is… like me?"

 That's his greatest fear. You know your husband is terrified. The thought of him passing his condition – his curse, as he says – on to your kid gives him nightmares. Since you have been with child, he's done everything he can not to bother you with it. Yet, the closer it gets, the less he manages to hide his worries.

 A hand on his cheek, you give him a reassuring smile. "If the baby is like you, my king, we'll love them just as much. We'll be there for them at every step, and you can teach them everything you had to find out on your own. If the baby is like you, it will be their strength and we'll help them to make the most of it. And I promise you, Ivar, growing up, this child will have everything you didn’t." Eyes bathed in tears, Ivar sniffles as you grasp his hand, firmly putting it back on your belly. "However, because of those vigorous kicks…,” Ivar almost jumps, wide-eyed, as he feels something hitting his hand and you stifle a laugh, "… I strongly believe their legs will be perfectly healthy."

 Closing his eyes, Ivar enjoys feeling the blows against his palm, but frowns as you hiss in pain, one of them reaching your ribcage. 

 Sitting upright and adjusting his legs, he takes the fur off, tossing it to the side before pushing your nightgown up. He gently presses his hand on your belly, his fingers freely running over your skin, before lowering his head. "Min skat, I know you can't wait to see the world, and the truth is, I can't wait to meet you. But for now, please, let your beautiful mother sleep." Whether it's Ivar's voice, or his touch, it works and you can feel your baby calm down. Ivar inhales deeply. "My father once told me that happiness was nothing. He couldn't be more wrong. Your mother made me a happy man, which I thought was impossible. She and I, together, will teach you love and happiness…"

 As you struggle to hold back your tears, Ivar peppers light kisses all over your belly. "Go to sleep, baby…" He whispers… "Sleep, min skat."

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[amysteryspot]

Hi!

I don’t know you very well Ari but in response to the ask game I’d maybe say you have a similar energy as Esme Shelby?

SOPHIE! Thanks for giving it a try and might I tell you that this is kinda accurate. I do love to create some chaos and would totally confront Tommy too (let's be honest, we would fight like A LOT) and also I wouldn't mind fucking John tbh. And horses. I love horses.

tell me a character you think I have the same energy as

[smallheathgangsters]

The girl in the yellow dress.

A/N: I’m like the cavarly. Late as usual. But in the end, better late than never, right?? Sophie @maggiescarborough​, I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to post this on your birthday! I still hope you enjoy this little piece of writing I did for you! 💛 And a big thank you goes to @hecohansen31 for organising all of this!

Personalised Shelby!sis fic

Word Count: 1330

Type: just some fun and laughter

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Sophie wasn’t one to go out socialising and drinking very often. The noise and the drunk people just simply didn’t appeal to her at all. But today as an exception. It was Ada’s birthday and there was absolutely no chance of Sophie missing out on her favourite sibling’s party.

Ada and Sophie were only two years apart, giving them the strongest bond two sisters could have. Even though Polly had taken over the motherly role after her real mother’s passing, Sophie had always seen Ada as her protector and caregiver. And Polly had eventually accepted the fact, that she literally had no saying when it came to the younger girl.

It was almost seven when Sophie stepped into the packed Garrison. There was music playing and guests talking and laughing, glasses being clinked together while toasting to a great evening. On any other, Sophie would’ve wanted to turn around and leave the pub immediately, but today she was excited.

“Sophie!”

Ada’s voice was bright and happy and maybe already a little tipsy.

“Oh my god, you look amazing!” Ada exclaimed when she had pushed through the crowd and grabbed her little sister by the upper arms. “Where did you get this dress from?”

Sophie looked down at herself, examining her flowy, yellow dress. “I bought it today, just for tonight.”

Ada pulled Sophie into a big, warm hug. “You’re the cutest! I’m glad you’re here, it wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

“Of course, I’d come,” Sophie responded, almost slightly offended by the fact that her sister thought she would ditch her on her birthday.

“I know you don’t feel comfortable at parties,” Ada mumbled. “So, I really appreciate you being here.”

Then, Ada grabbed Sophie by her hand and dragged her towards the bar. Without asking what she wanted, Ada ordered two gins and while Harry prepared their drinks, Sophie let her gaze roam the room. Her entire family was here. John and Arthur were clearly already intoxicated, slurring and singing some songs together, having a blast. Polly was in the corner flirting with a man obviously quite a few years younger than her, while Tommy stood behind the bar, leaning against the wall, observing the festivities.

Suddenly, Sophie felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. “What is a lovely lady like you doing here?”

“Shut up, Isaiah,” Sophie giggled, pushing his arm away from her. She and Isaiah had a great friendship and his favourite activity was to wind her up. And it often worked.

“Trying to get all the male attention in the room, aren’t you?” he teased, pocking playfully into her sides. Sophie quickly grabbed his wrist and gave him warning glace. “Stop it, you know how ticklish I am.”

“Let her be, Isaiah,” Michael chimed in, pulling his best friend away from his cousin. But before he could add something more, Ada cut him off. “She can fend for herself, Michael. And I’m sure she doesn’t mind a little male attention, right sis?”

Sophie rolled her eyes and tried to suppress a scoff. “You are all making it very hard for me to enjoy this evening and you’re not exactly doing a great job convincing me that parties are fun.”

“Oh, come on!” Ada whined, handing Sophie her glass of gin. “Take a sip and your opinion will change soon.”

Sophie let out a chuckle, before moving her eyes away from her sibling. She scanned the groups of men and women gathered around the tables, when suddenly something in the corner or the pub aroused her interest.

“Is that a piano?”

Ada threw a glance over her shoulder towards the object Sophie was so intrigued by and nodded. “Yeah. I was told that some guy found it on the streets somewhere and decided it would be a good idea to bring it here.”

The last part she said in an ironic tone, clearly not very fond of that man’s thought process. But Sophie thought it was amazing, a lovely accent to this mostly rather boring décor.

“Let’s go try it out,” Isaiah, who had been listening to their conversation, suggested with a wide grin on his face. Then, he snaked an arm around Sophie’s waist and guided her to the other end of the room. He sat down on the closest chair to the instrument and moved closer, before propping open the piano top.

In retrospect, Sophie didn’t know what else she should have expected, but Isaiah, being the goofball he was, started hitting on the keys like a maniac, trying to compose the worst sounding melody ever. She knew he was simply trying to annoy the guests, but he especially wanted to press his friend’s buttons. And it worked. Again. After only thirty seconds of pain, Sophie pushed Isaiah off the chair and sat down instead. With the awful sounds he’d created, Isaiah had attracted all the attention of the people in the pub.

“You’re making everyone’s ears bleed,” Sophie commented, while placing her fingers on the white keys.

“Oh, as if you know any better. Or are you like a hidden talent that nobody knew of?”

Isaiah crossed his arms and cocked his left eyebrow.

“I think you’re in for a surprise, Isaiah,” she said with a cheeky tone in her voice. With that, she played the first tone. And then another one. Countless tones followed, slowly creating the most beautiful tune probably anyone in the pub has ever heard.

And while Sophie transformed the room into a fairy-tale, Isaiah stood next to her, his mouth agape, absolutely speechless.

“What the fuck?” she heard him whisper, making the corners of her mouth dance.

The singing had stopped. The drinking and shouting and laughing had stopped. Every single pair of ears and eyes were on the young Shelby girl in the flowy, yellow dress.

Too soon, her song came to an end and she pressed down the last key, letting the sound fade out. Still, everyone and everything was quiet.

“Sophie!”

Ada’s voice was high pitched. And loud.

“Where the bloody hell did you learn that?”

While playing, Sophie felt confident and on top of the world. The way she always did when she sat down in front of a piano. But after, when noticing that she was being pestered with stares, she became a bit shy, feeling the heat crawl up into her cheeks.

“What are you blushing for?” Ada asked, cupping her sister’s face with her soft, slender hands. “That was incredible!”

Little by little her whole family had gathered around Sophie, bombarding her with questions. The one about where she’d learned how to play being the most repeated one.

“You still haven’t told us,” Arthur said, raising his eyebrows.

Sophie sighed and eventually gave in. “A few years ago, I went to school with this boy, Christopher. He started inviting me over to his house from time to time, because I told him about my interest in music and he had a piano at home.”

“Wait–“ John interrupted. “You were seeing a boy without us knowing about it?”

“John, it was all about the music, he had no other–“

“I’m going to kill him.”

“John, you’re not going to do anything,” Polly intervened, placing a warning hand on John’s shoulder.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Sophie sent a helpless look towards her sister and Isaiah, making them both shrug in sync, before moving her eyes back at her older brother. “You’re overreacting. That was like five years ago.”

But John just drunkenly shook his head and kept on murmuring something about how he was going to strangle that poor boy to death.

Sophie let out a laugh, got up from the chair and joined her sister. Before returning to the bar and ordering another drink, she turned to Ada and grabbed her hands lovingly. “Happy Birthday, Ada. I hope you enjoyed my present.”

“Oh, Sophie! How could I not?” Ada replied, quickly blinking away tears of joy.

[swanimagines]

Hi Jenni 💛✨

��️ I’d love to read something you wrote from 2004?

I was 5 back then, and I’d love to know what you were up to! 💕

🖊️ from 2004, oh the time when I wrote everything into a big, long paragraph without breaks... and it's one of my biggest pet peeves now.

Haha so I was about 9 when I wrote this 😂 I hope it amuses you. I'll translate the first page:

Kukkuu (Cuckoo)

First chapter. A Dream

The streets were dark and not a sound was heard. Pamela heard only the sounds of her dreams...

A beautiful and white cantered on a desert. Pamela didn't see what it was, but it caught her to its back. It was a horse. They cantered through the hills of the desert...

-Wake up! The school bus is coming in an hour! I have to get to work! Take care of Joe and Liisa! Mother yelled, yanking Pamela up from the bed.

- Mmm-mh. Yeah yeah, go already! I can do it myself! Pamela sleepily answered and sat up. She dressed up in school clothes and went to the kitchen. Then she took out three bowls, where she poured fruit cereals.

- Ugh, again those yuck-cereals! I want sugared yummy-cereals! Joe complained.

- Joe, don't always complain! Pamela thinks only what's best for us. Think about how it would be if there were no doctors and everyone ate candy. Everyone would have rotten teeth. Would it be fun, huh? Liisa said.

- You're stupid. Joe said quietly.

- You're stupid yourself! Liisa yelled.

Then Joe pulled Liisa's ponytail.

- Ow! Pamela! Pamela! Liisa shrieked.

- Joe! Joe!! Stop immediately! Pamela yelled.

- School bus came! Liisa said (Joe had already let go)

They took their school bags and ran outside. The bus was always loud, but when Pamela came into the bus, it became quiet.

- There's the fawner coming! Someone yelled.

- Don't bully her! Yelled a girl with pigtails. Pamela sat beside the girl.

- Thank you that you stopped them bullying me. Pamela said.

It's a horse story... Kukkuu is a horse, got its name from the cuckoo clock.