#modern!Kassandra of Sparta x reader

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Part 1: Καλώς ήρθατε στον Παράδεισο (Welcome To Paradise)

A sea of crystal waters that stretched from the bleached white villa set upon the hills was the picturesque view that captivated you and took your breath away. The invitation to spend the better part of 6 months in Greece on your cousin’s dime was well worth it, and you jumped at the opportunity.

The event that brought you to Greece in the first place was her wedding to her fiancé, a woman whose wealthy Greek family was going to put you up for 6 months. There would be 6 months of inescapable views of the ancient cities, and as many tours as you could possibly want before the big day.

Calliope, your sister’s fiancé, had offered to arrange some people to take care of you while you were here. She didn’t necessarily explain who would be your unofficial yet official guide for the next 6 months, only that you would be in very good hands. And with the promise of two people, who Calliope assured you would take very good care of you, you’d agreed.

There was little resistance to the idea, and even less to the graciousness of your sister’s fiancé's family. The large Greek family had maintained that you and your sister Dessa, were part of their family now—technically extended but they considered you blood relatives.

It was a nice change from you and your sister’s own experiences with family falling short which had mostly revolved around Dessa’s sexuality. Neither of your parents approved and they made her, and by extension you, choose who you would support. The ultimate choice you made had made you distanced from your parents while drawing you closer to Dessa.

You were only 16 when they made you choose whether to shun Dessa, who was 20 at the time, like your parents wanted. Your choice was instant and natural as you cleaved to your sister instead of your parents, and the aftermath of that choice was for them to kick you out.

And disinherit Dessa and yourself from whatever family you had.

After you chose, the wrong choice by your parent’s words, you had moved in with Dessa to her small two-bedroom apartment and helped pay rent. You hadn’t looked back, you didn’t try and reconnect with your parents, and you'd never regretted it. You and Dessa were sisters, your bond as sister’s was unbreakable and you would always support her when she needed it.

Exactly three years after being kicked out of your parents' house you had went to college, taking several photography courses. You had always loved the art of photography and the ability to embrace beauty through captured images. Your courses were something you'd found yourself reveling in, and there was such a passion for it.

As for Dessa, she had focused on a degree in historical literature, which in itself had given her an opportunity to go to Greece. There she would study some of the oldest texts in the known world at the National Archaeological Museum in Athens.

It was during that trip that she had met Calliope and fell head over heels for the beautiful Greek woman who was, ironically, studying the same materials. Dessa had talked nonstop about this woman that stole her breath and heart in just one word, and it was not soon after that they had begun dating.

Now Dessa was 26 years old, graduated with a degree in historical literature, and busy planning her wedding in 6 months. Calliope and Dessa were the most beautiful and perfect couple you had ever known, both of them kindred spirits who found each other’s soul flame in the other.

The Aetos family had welcomed not just Dessa into their family as if she were always meant to be there, and they had supported Calliope and Dessa’s relationship like your family should have.

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“Απολαμβάνεις τη θέα, αδελφή?” The question that stirred your attention from the beautiful waters of the sea had directed your attention behind you. Calliope was standing at the edge of the guestroom you had been given, carrying a woven basket of fresh baked bread, fruits, nuts, and honey. (Enjoying the view, sister?)

While you had not understood Greek, you understood the sentiment and fondness in her voice. Calliope was like a sister to you, caring about you just as much as your blood sister had, and you were excited to welcome her to your family—your family being you and Dessa.

“A gift from my mother to welcome you to our home,” Calliope had stepped forward and set the basket of food, more than you could’ve imagined, on the small circular table near the balcony.

After she had set it down, she had walked toward you and rest a hand on your left shoulder, squeezing lightly before she leaned in and sighed. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? Such old waters yet they never get any less captivating.”

“It’s like I'm in another world.” You admitted without hesitation, knowing that Calliope was right about the beauty of the Greece and ever surrounding island that you'd hoped to visit. “Your family is...thank you for allowing me to stay here for the next 6 months.”

Calliope had turned her head to look you over, studying you with a familial intrigue. Her brown eyes were warm, deep, and rich with a kind of softness that alluded to who she was as a person. Calliope lived and breathed for her family, for Dessa and for you as your future sister-in-law, and her beauty was more than just outward.

“You are my sister, our family. You are more than welcome to be here.” She placed her other hand on your shoulders and squeezed tenderly, leaning in to give you a side hug that was reciprocated. It had only lasted a moment or two before she pulled away and reached out to brush some of your hair off your forehead and out of your eyes.

“Dessa and I are going to dinner with friends tomorrow, I would like you to come with us. I even have a dress you can wear.” Calliope had stepped away from you and moved back toward your bed, stopping to sit on the edge. You watched her as she had bent down to pick up an embossed paper bag from the floor, setting it down on the mattress.

“These friends, are they the people you arranged to take care of me while I'm here?” You questioned Calliope as you closed the double French doors that led to the balcony, cutting off your view of the sea. However, even with the doors shut you were blissfully able to hear the waves and smell the salt of the water—both of which you were becoming endeared to.

“Maybe,” Calliope shrugged and passed her braid from off her shoulder to her back, that single motion coming before she reached into the bag and pulled out the dress, she had for you. “I think it would be a good opportunity to get to know them. They're brother and sister you know, and incredibly good friends of my family.”

“Brother and sister?” You shuffled toward the bed, grasping the dress as she held it out to you and began to unfold it, holding it up in front of you.

It was soft with a colour that was reminiscent of a bluebell with the same tapering of the lighter shade of blue near the petals of the flower to the darker shade near the pistil. The straps of the dress were thin and tapered off at the nape of your neck with a v-neckline that would give you coverage while keeping you cool in the Greek heat. The dress fell to your middle of your thighs with an airiness that perfectly fit the climate.

“You’ll come with us, yes?” Calliope had gently tugged on the dress, lowering it to the bed once more. As it had been removed from your hands, she had looked at you with eager determination and hopefulness as she was on the same kind of mission your sister was—to make your 6 months in Greece absolutely incredible.

“Okay.” Your answer was short and simple, as single word that was given as a response to Calliope’s question. And despite how simple it was and how quickly it had been given, it had still brought a warm and bright smile to your future sister in laws face. She had risen from the bed and came toward you with that bright smile on her face, her brown eyes alight with something you couldn’t read. “What?”

Calliope cupped your cheeks in her hands and leaned forward, her eyes boring into your own as her smile grew. There was a moment of silence as you looked at each other waiting for something to be said and then she finally leaned in and kissed your cheek in a sisterly manner.

“You’re going to have the best time here.”

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[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra is such a movie critic. You snuggle up to her on the sofa, choose something on the telly, but don't pick anything with a semblance of a historical context around her because she'll be mumbling the whole time about the inaccuracies. Want to watch 300? No, you don't - you won't be able to focus on the film over her improvised lecture on the Battle of Thermopylae. Disney's Hercules? Don't even hit play. Save yourself.

But she's so heatedly passionate about history cough nerd cough that while you do regret not choosing some cheesy modern day romcom, you do love how her eyebrows furrow and her nose wrinkles at certain discrepancies. And she's never still throughout whatever you choose to watch together, always lightly fidgeting with your clothes, playing with your hair, or running her fingers along your skin where she can reach, mapping out the tiniest variations in texture. She doesn't even realise, otherwise completely focused. You wouldn't change it for the world.

[kiatheinsomniac]

I’m not the same anon that asked for the last kassandra fic but i was wondering if you’re down for writing a part 2 where they get to the naughty stuff bc that was 🤤

[PART ONE HERE]

NSFW BELOW CUT

She was already pushing up the front of your shirt to place a delicate kiss below your navel.

“We have time while we wait for them to cool down…” You mused, already finding yourself lost in her dark and sultry eyes.

She grinned.

Her hands curled into your grey joggers - you'd opted for comfier clothes since getting in from work - and you helped her out by stepping out of them.

"Eager?" You hummed, your tone confidant despite feeling awfully shy under her gaze, cheeks hot with a blush. Your pants were pushed aside and you let out a shuddering breath at how fast she was moving with all of this.

"It sounds that you feel the same." She quipped back. The Greek woman paused for a moment, biting down on her lower lip before you gasped as she easily hauled you up in her strong arms, lifting you onto the breakfast counter and pulling up one of the stools to sit herself on. You smiled amusedly at the sight: it looked as though she were about to eat a meal but her cravings were for something else.

Your hand came to tangle in her wet hair as she pushed your pants aside to begin lapping at your core, making you whine in need under her tongue. Her hands pushed against your hips to pin them to the cool marble of the counter and you found your head falling backwards when she took your clit between her lips and sucked down, making you let out a long, quiet moan, trying to hold in such sounds.

She seemed to pick up on this because soon enough, she sat upright and fingers at your chin coaxed you to look down at her. Two fingers pushed past your lips and you sucked down on them, not missing how intensely Kassandra watched you do so. Her skin grew flushed and her chest started to heave with heavy breaths at the sight of you.

When the fingers were removed from your mouth, you held your breath in anticipation as they came down between your legs, teasing at your entrance and you yearned for her mouth once more already.

“Kass...” You sighed and she hummed, nipping at the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Kass...” Your tone becoming a little firmer. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

“I love hearing you say my name.” She hummed, sitting upright to look upon your flushed face. 

“Stop teasing me!” It came out with the essence of a whine and she seemed to ponder for a moment, the expression clear on her face as she suddenly pushed two fingers into you. You let out a gasp and reached down for her wrist, wishing she would bring her mouth back down again so that you could pull at her dark brown hair, loving the low moans that it would always pull from her. 

She began rhythmically curling her fingers upwards in tandem with how they sank in and out from your heat, making you throw your head back, hand coming up to rest on the side of her head, feeling her wet hair under your palm and trying to push her head back down between your legs without much force. 

“You’re going to have to use words to ask things of me, not actions...” She mused and you looked down at her, a pout on your face before she sped up the pace, making your lips part with yet another moan. 

“Don’t give me that look...” She smiled, very pleased with your reaction. 

“Kass, please, I need you. Need your touch, your mouth, please.”

“So greedy...” She mused playfully before happily obliging you. She sucked down hard on your clit, fingers going more forcefully at your sweet spot at the same time, causing you to rock your hips against her face, feeling her free arm reach up to make you lay back before laying across your hips to pin them down. 

“So close...” You sighed, forearm falling over your eyes as though it would ease all the intense waves of pleasure pushing through your body. She let out a moan at your confession, making you feel it against your sensitive clit and you finished around her fingers, calling out her name as your hand tightened in her hair. 

She sat up and leaned down over your body, turning your head gently to meet her eyes. 

“Did I kill you?” She teased, leaning down further for a tender kiss. Your hands slid down her sides, past her hips and to the muscle of her thighs before she caught your wrists with a hand. 

“But I want to touch you...” You whispered against her lips. 

“There’s time enough for that...” She mused, “But until then, I’d like to try this new recipe of yours before they go cold.” 

“I swear you love making me wait.”

“Because you’re always worth it.”

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Smut (18+ only!) - ⁂  Fluff - ✻ Angst - ♛

Phobia (Alexios x fem!OC)

“Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.” Fate decrees two kindred souls from two different empires will find one another, and the spear shall be made whole again.

Open Water (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻

A Sibling Rivalry (Alexios x fem!Reader x Kassandra)⁂

The Sculptor (Alexios x fem!Reader)⁂

Far From Home (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻

Admiration (Brasidas x fem!Reader x Alexios)⁂

Rest and Relaxation (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻

Persuasion (Alexios x fem!Reader x Eivor)⁂

“You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t." (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing +  Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻♛

One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other. The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as a consequence. The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done (Alexios x fem!Reader)♛

Being jealous and teasing Alexios at a symposium (Alexios x fem!Reader)⁂

Don’t get sassy with me!” “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”... (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻

Being best friends with Alexios and drunkenly telling him your feelings toward him. (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻♛

“Your bed head is really cute.” “You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.” (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻

Reader is best friends with Alexios, but easily gets jealous because she loves him (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻♛

You and Alexios bicker a lot, but it’s because you like one another (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻

Alexios admits his feelings for you almost when it’s too late (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻♛

Alexios finds another Tainted One and is no longer alone in the world (Alexios x fem!Reader)✻

SFW Alphabet✻

NSFW Alphabet⁂

Headcanons for how Alexios reacts and acts around pregnant reader.✻

Headcanons for Alexios with a hotheaded partner. ✻

Headcanons for bad pick-up lines with Alexios.✻

Modern Alexios headcanons.♛

Headcanons for how Alexios reacts to being teased all day.⁂

Kryptic (Deimos!Alexios x fem!OC)

But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last. Death submits to no one, not even Dread and Destruction. They are both weapons of flesh and bone, of warm blood and beating hearts, and they cannot be controlled.

The Way (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻♛

A Siren’s Song (Deimos x fem!Reader)⁂

It Will Come Back (Deimos x fem!Reader)⁂

Dread and Destruction (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻♛

Together (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻♛

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻

“Your heart’s beating so fast.” “Do you even still love me?” “You don’t have to do this.” “You’re so much different when we’re alone.” (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻♛

“Why are you awake right now?” “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻♛

One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other. The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as a consequence. The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done (Deimos x fem!Reader)♛

post-Deimos!Alexios trying to fit in in Sparta.✻♛

Taking a bath with Deimos!Alexios (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻

“I don't think I know how to love.” "Don't. I'm not good for you. Don't even think about falling for me." (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻♛

“I know I’m a monster, but you look at me like I’m a man.” “You do have something to live for. You have me.” (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻♛

Jealous!Deimos at a symposium and confessions under the stars (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻

Picking out baby names with Deimos (turns to post-Cult!Deimos) (Deimos x fem!Reader)✻

“Oh gods, what happened to you?" and "Don't ever scare me like that again, do you hear me?" (Deimos x fem!Reader) ✻♛

SFW Alphabet✻

NSFW Alphabet⁂

Headcanons for how Deimos reacts and acts around pregnant reader✻

Headcanons for bad pick-up lines with Deimos✻

Headcanons for how Deimos reacts to being teased all day⁂

Headcanons for how Deimos reacts when you save him from an attacker✻

I Found You (Brasidas x Reader and platonic!Alexios x fem!Reader)✻♛

A Truce (Brasidas x fem!Reader)⁂

Call of Home (Brasidas x fem!Reader)⁂

Admiration (Brasidas x fem!Reader x Alexios)⁂

Brasidas saving you from the Monger's men (Brasidas x fem!Reader)✻

Headcanons for bad pick-up lines with Brasidas.✻

Headcanons for how Brasidas reacts to being teased all day⁂

Oath Bound (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

A Good Day (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Eivor’s Wingman (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

A Little Farmhand (Eivor x fem!Reader)⁂✻

A Good Distraction (Eivor x fem!Reader)⁂

Promises (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻♛

A Small Price (Eivor x fem!Reader)⁂

Picnics and Flowers (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Feathered Confessions (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Most Beloved (Havi x Frigg & Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Persuasion (Eivor x fem!Reader x Alexios)⁂

Eivor proposing to you by singing a song (inspired by the Dancing and the Dreaming from HTTYD2) (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Accidentally injuring Eivor and tending to his wounds (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

"Please... Kiss me even if it's just this once" + "No one's kissed me like that in a long time" (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻♛  

Having a picnic with Eivor and braiding his hair (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Being long time friends with Eivor and him getting jealous and having feelings... (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻♛(very mild)

Being cold natured and cuddling with Eivor because he’s very warm (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Waking Eivor up by going down on him (Eivor x fem!Reader)⁂

Eivor is a little grumpy, but he’s soft for you. (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

"I can't- I can't breathe" "Breathe with me okay" "Let's calm that heart rate down.” (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻♛

Training with Eivor and things get heated (Eivor x fem!Reader)⁂

“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.” + “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.” (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Eivor is a stubborn patient with unspoken feelings (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Reuniting with Eivor after a raid (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻♛

You don’t know Eivor is planning on proposing, but the village does. (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Soft, quiet time with Eivor after a battle (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Sharing body heat with Eivor (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Matching tattoos with Eivor (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

First kiss with Eivor (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

An arranged marriage with a Saxon princess turns into something more (Eivor x fem!Reader)⁂✻

Stumbling across Eivor while he bathes (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Being a reincarnation of Frigg and finding Eivor (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Baking honey cakes for Eivor (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Meeting Eivor on the battlefield and having flashbacks to a previous life (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Eivor makes a promise to you and will keep it at all costs (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻♛

The Sigrblót festival brings you and Eivor closer together (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

Eivor teaches his daughter to make cairns when you are sick (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

A love-hate relationship with Eivor where it takes him nearly dying for amends to be made (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

You welcome Eivor home after his journey to Vinland (Eivor x fem!Reader) ⁂✻

Eivor and you find yourselves hiding from Saxon soldiers when an idea comes to mind (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻

You misinterpret a moment between Eivor and Randvi which eventually leads to confessed feelings (Eivor x fem!Reader)✻♛

SFW Alphabet✻

NSFW Alphabet⁂

Headcanons for bad pick-up lines with Eivor✻

Headcanons for Eivor with a hotheaded partner✻

Headcanons for how Eivor reacts and acts around pregnant reader✻

Headcanons for how Eivor reacts to being teased all day⁂

Headcanons for how Eivor reacts when you save him from an attacker✻

Valhalla’s Calling (Ivarr x fem!OC)♛

Green (Ivarr x fem!Reader)⁂

Gentle Sins (Ivarr x fem!Reader)⁂

Ivarr picks flowers for you (Ivarr x fem!Reader)✻

Ivarr chases you through the woods and the game leads to something more (Ivarr x fem!Reader)⁂

Surprising Ivarr as you train together (Ivarr x fem!Reader)⁂

A little bit of mead and you let slip how you really feel about Ivarr (Ivarr x fem!Reader)⁂

Tending to Ivarr after he is returned from a failed raid of the Western Isle (Ivarr x fem!Reader)✻

Ivarr is a terrible patient, but there’s one foolproof way to assure his cooperation (Ivarr x fem!Reader)⁂

Ivarr finds himself going soft for a Saxon princess (Ivarr x fem!Reader)✻

Being Ceolbert’s sister and learning of what happened in Sciropscire (Ivarr x fem!Reader)♛

NSFW Alphabet⁂

Random Ivarr headcanons✻

Aged Rum (Edward x fem!Reader)⁂

Davy Jones AU

Edward gives you a music box before he must leave. (Edward x fem!Reader)✻♛

Deliverance (Arthur Morgan x fem!OC)

"I will deliver you out of the hand of the wicked and redeem you from the grasp of the ruthless."     -Jeremiah 15:21 A train heist gone wrong. A pawn stolen. Leviticus Cornwall is not a man to cross. But the Van der Linde Gang presses their luck and tries his patience when the heiress of the Cornwall fortune falls into their grasp. What seems like an easy ticket back West turns into something larger than the Van der Linde Gang can imagine and in the end, the prize might not be worth the cost.

Arthur Morgan:

Silver Moonlight (Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader)⁂

Sweet Caroline (Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader)⁂

Elysian Dreams (Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader)⁂

Ballroom Thieves (Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader)⁂

A Silver Promise (Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader)♛✻

John Marston:

Ghost of Days Gone By (John Marston x fem!Reader)✻⁂

Finding sketches of yourself in Arthur’s sketchbook and him admitting to his feelings about you. (Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader)✻

Cleaning Arthur up after he comes back from a hunt. (Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader)✻

Arthur takes care of you when you’re feeling under the weather (Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader)✻

Healing Waters (Geralt x fem!Reader)⁂

Needed Rest (Geralt x fem!Reader)✻

A Fated Storm (Geralt x fem!Reader)✻

Down by the Water (Fili x fem!Reader)⁂

Golden Lionheart (Fili x fem!Reader)✻

Star of Gondor (Boromir x OFC)✻

Ragnar Lodbrok:

Sweetest Dreams (Ragnar x fem!Reader)⁂

The Best Laid Plans (Ragnar x fem!Reader x Ecbert)⁂

Ice Ice Baby (Ragnar x fem!Reader)✻

Halfdan the Black:

In This Life (Halfdan x fem!Reader)♛

Harald Finehair:

The Queen’s Gambit (Harald x fem!Reader)⁂

Riverside (Harald x fem!Reader + Halfdan)⁂

King Ecbert:

Pleasures of Politicking (Ecbert x fem!Reader)⁂

The Best Laid Plans (Ragnar x fem!Reader x Ecbert)⁂

Ragnar Lodbrok:

Ragnar reminds you that you are his wife (Ragnar x fem!Reader)⁂

Things get frisky under the table during a feast with Ragnar (Ragnar x fem!Reader)⁂

Ragnar requests his wife’s company on the throne of Kattegat (Ragnar x fem!Reader)⁂

Ragnar makes a decision his wife is not happy with (Ragnar x fem!Reader)⁂

Halfdan the Black:

Halfdan arrives weary and seeking refuge during a storm (Halfdan x fem!Reader)✻

Halfdan makes amends after pushing you away (Halfdan x fem!Reader)⁂

Halfdan lets you take your revenge for him eating the last honey cake (Halfdan x fem!Reader)⁂

Harald and Halfdan seek to repay you for aiding in their victories (Harald x fem!Reader x Halfdan)⁂

Harald Finehair:

Harald decides it is time to make you his queen (Harald x fem!Reader)⁂

Harald and Halfdan seek to repay you for aiding in their victories (Harald x fem!Reader x Halfdan)⁂

Harald returns to his wife and queen after the defeat in Paris (Harald x fem!Reader)✻

Daemon Targaryen:

Rise by the Birdsong (Daemon Targaryen x fem!Reader)⁂

Dragonknight (Daemon Targaryen x fem!Reader)✻

Ānogar Hūra (Daemon Targaryen x fem!Reader)⁂

Others:

White Knight (Erryk Cargyll x fem!Reader)⁂

Iā Zaldrīzes’s Prūmia (Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader)✻

Cold Hands (Tormund Giantsbane x fem!Reader)⁂

A Dove and a Hound (Sandor Clegane x fem!Reader)✻

The Hands of the Queen (Bárid x fem!Reader)✻ — AC: Valhalla

Daylight (King Arthur x fem!Reader)⁂  — King Arthur: Legend of the Sword

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[kassandras-one-braincell]

What do you think modern!kassandra’s/eivor’s favorite shows and movies are? 🤭

And, I feel like once kass gets a gf she’s like “lets watch my fav show!!” but then comments on it the whole time because she knows everything about it and can’t help but analyze

I wouldn't know how to answer the first question, mainly because I have the attention span of a dog on caffeine so I haven't been able to sit through many films or tv-shows with episodes longer than 20 mins 😬. But Kass is probably more inclined towards history-related stuff, and Eivor towards fantasy stuff?

Modern!Kass is a total history nerd and can't help but geek-out over the things she's interested in, and she's so passionate that you can't help but ignore the show and lose yourself in the sound of her voice🥺. And she's expressive with the arm that isn't around your shoulders or waist, mapping things out with her hand, trying to illustrate her thoughts and theories for you to follow.

She'll be halfway through her fourth tangent when it dawns that you haven't taken your eyes off her since she started rambling, and that's one of the few times you'll ever see her embarrassed by anything. Kass will awkwardly apologise, but you'll just curl into her even more, kiss her gently and let her know that you care way more about her passions than what's on the telly, urging her to continue. And that's when she hears wedding bells (you have been officially dating for three weeks (that's perfectly reasonable though by lesbian standards)) ❤️

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra x Fem!Reader - The Most Peculiar Wingman

Can be found on AO3 here.

Summary: You recently moved into a new flat and you’re hearing some rather unusual sounds from your next-door neighbour’s abode. You’re worried the mysterious woman next door is involved in something dangerous. Kassandra is worried that you’re the landlord about to bust her for her lease violation.

(Sorry if you don’t like coffee and/or you speak fluent Greek.)

Word count: 2568

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Damn, you’ve lucked out with your new flat. The area is pleasant, the décor is tasteful – the windowsills could use a bit more greenery, but you’ll get to that – and the letting agent wasn’t a dick. Zero hassle with bills, minimal scuffs on the walls…it’s bizarre how simple your moving process has been.

But nothing can be perfect, can it?

Over the few days you’ve lived in your new home, you noticed some rather disconcerting sounds coming from the apartment next door. Nothing that disrupts your sleep, thankfully, although your post-unpacking nap was interrupted by a very loud thud against the thin wall connecting the two flats. Thumps, crashes and very disgruntled cursing in a language you can’t quite place tend to crop up in quick succession once or twice a day. Today, though, the odd sounds seem to be omnipresent.

The strange symphony is starting to get alarming; you’re beginning to ponder if the seemingly perpetually angry woman next door is involved in violence…or, forbid, organised crime? That would certainly explain the forceful thuds and grumbling. God, what if she manages to rope you into her shenanigans? What if she is armed?

After a loud bang and an exasperated “oh, fuck you” reverberates into your apartment, you decide to investigate.

Anxiously, you pop on some slippers and step into the hall, locking the door behind you (‘I’m not about to get robbed less than a week after moving,’ you think to yourself, ‘Oh, shit, I need to get insurance…’). Stomach churning with speculation, you make the arduous four-metre trek to your neighbour’s door. Biting your lip, you rap your knuckles against the wood.

A chorus of panicked shuffling echoes through the door, causing your throat to tighten. Footsteps sprint from one side of the room to the other, the sound of shattering ceramic shrill against the heavy thudding. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” the woman hisses, muffled by the walls, followed by some shushing and the rattling of something metal. Who is this woman, what the fuck is she hiding, why am I doing this—

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing…oh, wow.

Your neighbour is an amazon.

Flawless bronze skin, chocolate hair strewn into an unruly braid, tall and shredded with lean muscle. Her eyes are a gorgeous tawny brown, the split second of alarm disappearing from her gaze, replaced by a sparkle that makes your heart hammer against your chest. Very kissable lips upturn into a charming smile, bringing your attention to a small scar above her upper lip quirking adorably. A deeper scar sits on her nose, and the pang of anxiety returns, but your eyes need only flicker back to hers and it melts away.

“You’re not the landlord,” she says with a rich accent and curious lilt. Your cheeks feel warm.

“Uhm, hi.” You fiddle with your thumbs, mouth suddenly dry. “Sorry, I moved in a few days ago next door. I just heard some loud noises and was wondering if everything was alright?”

Lips curving furthermore, she braces her arms on the doorframe above and, fuck, are they nice arms. Sun-kissed, bulging against her white t-shirt, three gnarly rings cutting into her right bicep that just scream to be touched. Is this her distraction tactic?

“Oh, sorry about that. I hope I wasn’t too much of a disturbance?”

When you finally pry your eyes from her arms, a tiny smirk registers on her handsome face. Bashful, you stammer, “No, it’s fine. But, uh, what caused it, if I may ask?”

The woman cranes her neck to scan the hall. “Can you keep a secret?”

Mob boss? Arms dealer? Axe murderer?

Clearly, your nervous speculations are apparent, because her eyes widen slightly. “Don’t worry, lovely, it’s nothing dangerous. I just have a pet bird.”

Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, you run a hand through your hair. Just a bird. Just a bird. Her face relaxes back into a casual smile. A fresh wave of warmth caresses your cheeks at the name she gave you.

Chuckling, you joke, “Must be one big bird.”

“He’s…an eagle.”

You blink back your shock. “How on earth did you manage to get a pet eagle?”

She laughs, the melody warm and addictive. “Poor fucker followed me all the way from Kefalonia. I didn’t have it in me to say goodbye, even if it violates the lease.” Her tone is affectionate, despite her less-than-endearing name for the bird. Pushing back from the door frame – hands flexing wonderfully while she does so – she gestures for you to step in. “Come and meet him, if you’d like.”

Everything about this woman is so inviting, you can’t help but gravitate into her apartment.

“I don’t think I caught your name?” you ask shyly.

“Kassandra,” she replies, flipping the ‘r’ in her buttery accent. “And what can I call you?”

Anything you fucking want. “(Y/N) is fine,” you manage, debating whether her flat is hot or your face is akin to a beetroot.

“That’s a lovely name. Suits you perfectly,” she winks. She saunters over to a shelf with a blanket hastily thrown over it. You can’t help but observe her firm-looking behind through her jeans. Kassandra tugs away the blanket, revealing a large eagle sitting grumpily in a cage. It remains put when she unlocks the cage, standing almost defiantly.

“Don’t be like that, Ikaros,” she chastises. The eagle – Ikaros – begrudgingly flies out of his confines, perching atop the sofa in the middle of the open-plan room. “He’s gentle, I promise.” You’re doubtful, but he isn’t making any sudden moves.

“He just likes winding you up?”

“Loves it,” she grins. “He’s a little bitter I put him on a diet since he was getting a bit fat. That’s why he’s been throwing some tantrums lately.”

You smile as she scratches the top of his head before heading to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Kassandra asks, giving you another heart-melting beam. “I have coffee, orange juice, I might have some tea somewhere—”

“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” She asks your preference and you state it, taking in the layout of her apartment. The place gave off a very homely, Mediterranean vibe, with warm colours and white furnishings. A few hand-painted ceramic vases were dotted about – maybe she did pottery – alongside some family photographs. Atop the dining table was a woven basket brimming with ripe fruits, as well as a laptop with a pile of messy papers next to it.

“Have a seat, get comfy,” she calls over the whirring of an expensive looking coffee machine. Shyly you take the chair by the unoccupied end of the dining table. Feeling nosy, you scan the documents by her laptop, but the handwriting was all in Greek.

A minute later, Kassandra joins you with a steaming mug in her hand. “Your coffee, madame,” she announces with a pantomimic bow, evoking a laugh.

“Merci,” you thank her. “How would I say that in Greek?”

“Efharistó,” she replies. You test the word hesitantly, wincing on the second syllable, making her laugh. “Not bad,” she chuckles.

“I butchered it.”

“Try it a little softer,” she smiles, lowering her voice, giving it a sensual cadence that made your head spin. Oh, she knows she’s attractive.

“Efharistó,” you border on whisper, gay little brain surging with the overwhelming instinct to do whatever she tells you.

“There we go!” The proud quirk of her lips is all you need to see.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you bring the coffee mug to your lips, hoping the steam from the beverage will help mask your fluster. You blow on the liquid and take a sip, immediately regretting the decision as you scorch your tastebuds, repressing the urge to hiss in favour of looking cool for the hot Grecian.

“Do you, um,” you start, ignoring the numbness of your tongue, “work from home?” You wave your hand at the paperwork by her seat.

“As often as my job lets me.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a museum curator,” Kassandra beams, evidently proud of her job. “A glorified history nerd who couldn’t be fucked with the extra academia, basically.” You snort against the mug, nearly spluttering coffee over her. Smooth.

“What time in history?” Her eyes sparkle at the question, passion shining through her irises.

“Mostly the classics, ancient Greece and Rome and all that. But I did my thesis on the evolution of weaponry.” You prop your chin up on your hand as she talks, eyes lazily focused on her lips. If not for the conviction in her tone, you would have zoned out and chased some daydream about kissing those lips. Kassandra reclines back in her chair. “Enough about me, though. Tell me about yourself.”

“You sounded really passionate, though. I don’t mind if you keep talking about your job.” God, you sound like a dizzy schoolgirl who’s hot for teacher. You scald yourself with another sip of coffee in reprimanding.

Kassandra’s eyes twinkle. “I don’t usually invite beautiful women into my home to ramble about cool swords.” You blush and set down your coffee.

The two of you talk for quite some time, getting to know each other, peppering in the occasional flirtatious remark. In her company, you somehow simultaneously feel comfortable and skittish. She’s so relaxed and easy-going, but her physique and seductive demeanour fills your stomach with butterflies.

An irritated squawk cut your conversation short.

Kassandra shoots Ikaros a look before turning back to you. “Sorry about him.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine, really. Damn… What was I saying again?” you ask sheepishly.

Squawk.

“Nevermind, I was probably babbling anyway,” you dismiss, sipping on your now cold beverage.

Kassandra chuckles softly. “Don’t be silly, you have the voice of an angel. You could read me the dictionary and I’d still be interested.” She probably said this to every woman she took a liking to, but you can’t bring yourself to care, far too flustered and feeling, for once, special.

Squawk.

Her eye practically twitches in anger as Ikaros flies over to the windowsill, makes unwavering eye-contact with his owner, and shits on the wood.

Kassandra looks like she wants to be euthanised.

“My god,” she mutters as you burst out laughing. She awkwardly rubs the back of her neck and grimaces, mouth parted as if trying to form some kind of apology for her eagle’s behaviour.

“I’m guessing you’re used to being the only one doing the flustering?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

Her disgraced expression shifted back to a playful one. “If I say yes, do I sound like a whore?”

Grinning, you shake your head. “A little cocky, perhaps.”

“I’ll take cocky.” She winks and gets up. “Your coffee is probably cold, can I get you a fresh one?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m fine.”

“The finest,” she smirks.

“Real smooth,” you roll your eyes, smiling regardless.

Ikaros caws from the windowsill, as if mocking Kassandra’s advances. Once again, her effortless charm dissolves into a look of frustration. She grabs kitchen towels and a bottle of disinfectant from by the sink and walks over to the window, nudging the eagle so he’d move out of the way. “Maláka,” she groans, cleaning up the mess from the surface. “Μη μου το χαλάς αυτό,” she mutters to Ikaros, earning a confused look. Kassandra sighs. “Usually I wait until after the first date before introducing a beautiful lady to this little shit. That way people don’t immediately think I’m just a weird bird lesbian.”

Testing the waters, you remark, “I happen to quite fancy women with an affinity for animals.” You bite your lip and add, “And, well, you’re…very attractive.”

Smugly, Kassandra finishes disinfecting the windowsill and walks to the kitchen with a little more vigour, your compliment proving to be an ego boost.

Once again deprived of attention, Ikaros decides to flap over and join you at the table. Instinctively, you flinch as the large bird flies in your direction, but all he does is stare at you, trying to analyse the stranger in his home.

“Does – does he bite?” you ask, hesitantly standing up.

Kassandra discards the kitchen towel in the bin, washing her hands. “No, he’s very kind to everyone who isn’t me.” She flashes you a wicked grin. “I only bite when asked.”

Stammering, you choke on air, struggling to find a response. Ikaros gives her a disappointed look.

“Shit, too forward?”

You shake your head. “Not at all,” you blush. “I’ve just…never met anyone quite like you before.” Ikaros seemingly gives you a judgemental leer, and you swiftly find yourself adding, “I-in a good way, that is!”

“Oh?” Her brow is upturned, her interest piqued.

“It’s…exciting.” The eagle shuffles towards you and nuzzles your hand, apparently deciding you’re worthy of his affections. The dark feathers atop his head are surprisingly soft to touch. Smiling, you give his head a few pats, inhibitions to the wind when cute little coos vibrate from his throat. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“I think it’s adorable,” Kassandra says softly.

You look up. “Really?”

“Really.” She joins the two of you and plucks a damson from the fruit bowl, feeding it to Ikaros while you pet him. “You’re the loveliest person to have ever set foot in this building, that’s for sure.”

Ikaros cocks his head in agreement. His beady eyes meet yours, damson juice dribbling from his beak. Do it, he’s silently telling you.

Screw it, let’s shoot our shot.

You clear your throat, mustering up some courage. “Are you free next weekend?”

Kassandra beams amorously. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” she grins. “How does dinner sound?”

Fuck yes. “Really good,” you blurt out excitedly.

“There’s this great Persian restaurant a couple streets over. I’ll book us a table?”

You gasp, having seen the building on the drive when you were moving in. “The place with the garden and the pretty lights, right?”

“That’s the one.”

“Sounds amazing.” Red in the face and heart pounding, your eyes dart about the apartment, fearing that you’ll combust if you look at Kassandra any longer. They settle on Ikaros, who gently butts his head against your hand, almost like a fist-bump. “Well, uh, I have a home insurance company to ring up, so I should probably get going,” you stutter.

“I won’t keep you, then,” Kassandra says, a tinge of disappointment in her tone. Ikaros squawks sadly.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“It was my pleasure. Thank you for staying,” she winks. The eagle coos in agreement. You give him one last pat before walking to the front door.

“Oh, before you leave, there is something you should know…” Kassandra calls, moving over to you. She delicately takes your hand, frying your brain, and leans down to your ear. You feel faint. Lowly, she whispers, “…Our Hermes guy likes to drop-kick our parcels.”

Snorting, you look up at her in disbelief. I mean, what was I expecting? A kiss? Get a grip, woman. Kassandra laughs at your expression. “Use the amazon locker down the road instead.”

“You’re amazing,” you murmur, grinning. “I’ll probably see you before next weekend, but bye, I guess?”

“Chaire,” she bids softly, opening the door for you.

When the door closes behind you, you let out a ragged breath, excitement coursing through your veins.

You are so glad you moved here.

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( The Greek clause is meant to say "Don't blow this for me" but I used 5 different translators and all 5 came back with slightly different things and I sort of ip-dip-doo'd it and chose one at random...sorry. )