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sparklemichele · 5 years

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Kissing On My Tattoos Part 8

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Everything was a blur. People started to fill up your bedroom as Calvin called family and Mary the PR coordinator. They were trying to talk to you to make you feel better, but you only heard noise. Mary called all major smut publications and internet news source and told them Tom Hardy will sue them if they chose to publish the pictures. Your phone was ringing off the hook as Charlotte had also leaked your number and people were calling for comments. By the end of the day it looked like everything would be alright and you guys were ahead of the situation when Calvin got a Google alert. He gasped when he looked at the alert. An online publication not caring about the warning, published the photos. You wanted to die. The pictures were now for everyone to see. Tom called you immediately.

“I’m sorry love. I will go after that site with everything I got. I’m also moving out. Charlotte knows she fucked up. Do you want to press charges?”

“No Tom she is pregnant. I don’t want her having your baby in jail.” You sighed with fatigue.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. What’s done is done. I’m just tired of the whole situation.”

Your next call was your boss who in the most tactful way told you that you were fired. You knew you would be if those pictures were leaked. You had no idea what you were going to do for income. You were glad you had a hefty savings to get you through until you could find another job. You would also if necessary, lean on Tom for financial help. As the day came to an end you crawled in bed holding your stomach. Calvin asked if you wanted to see the pictures and you told him no. Mary had already reached out and told them to take them down or Tom would sue. By the end of the day they were down but it did not matter. What was once on the internet stays on the internet. No telling how many people had saved the photos to their phone. You closed your eyes and cried yourself to sleep.

Months later

“It’s really nice Tom.” You smiled into the Facetime screen as Tom showed you around his new flat, he rented. He and Charlotte was officially separated but that didn’t stop her from calling you and yelling obscenities. You had to change your number twice due to her. You had not really looked for a job as you were soon going to give birth and you wanted to stay home with your baby girl. You were pleasantly surprised that you did get a few offers. You guess some magazines like scandals. Maybe it would draw more readers. You told them you will began talks after you had your baby. You smiled as Woody jumped on Tom’s lap as soon as he sat on his new couch. He had come to the states twice since he left but you still missed him immensely.

“I’m going to get someone to come decorate the room for our little girl. Charlotte said she doesn’t want the baby over here without her supervision.”

“Well she has that right.” You told him. “Make sure you ask me first before you and the designer make any decisions on her room.”

“I will. When will you visit London?”

“I have to get approval from my doctor. I have an appointment in a couple of weeks.”

“Ok. I’ll call you later. I drunk a shit ton of water and need to hit the loo.”

You laughed as you ended the Facetime call.

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Your doctor gave you permission to visit across the ocean, but they advise to only stay a week. You were dangerously close to your due date. You called Tom to tell him the happy news and when you would be arriving, but he had tears in his eyes when he answered the Facetime.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” You asked panicked.

“Woody died.” Tom sniffed and wiped tears from his face.

“Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry. I’m catching a flight out tomorrow to see you. Will you be okay till then?”

Tom nodded as fresh tears ran down his face. You knew how much Woody meant to Tom and you knew the loss of his beloved dog devastated him. You were glad you were going to see him tomorrow as he should not be alone. You comforted him the best you could, and he seemed better once you both hung up. You were glad you were heading to the UK tomorrow.

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You and Calvin bickered as you both carried an army of luggage through the airport. You were not surprised to see the paps following you. You ignored their invasive questions. You were glad for first class as you can stretch your aching feet. Your ankles were swollen, and you were so uncomfortable and always hot. You made yourself comfortable as best you could, ignored Calvin’s yapping and went to sleep for most of the flight.

Tom himself met you at the airport. You saw the look of surprise when he saw Calvin with you. You might have forgot to mention that detail to him. You knew London’s press can be ruthless and you wanted your best friend with you. He greeted Calvin with a hug and pulled you in a tight embrace.

“You look so damn beautiful.”

“Thank you. How are you feeling?” You asked caressing his cheeks. You heard the shutters of the camera, but Calvin stood in their direct line of sight.

“I’m better since you are here.” Tom grabbed your luggage and escorted you to his car. Once safely inside and on his way to his apartment you asked where he buried Woody.

“I buried him in the backyard. I plan on staying at the apartment awhile.”

Finally, at his new apartment Tom was excited to show you the baby room. You had made all executive decisions on how the room would look.

“Calvin you can take the guest room.”

“Obvi.” Calvin snide rolling his eyes. Tom chose to ignore him and took you to the baby’s room. It was breath taking. You had the Disney Princess theme with the majority being Tiana from The Princess and the Frog.

“It’s beautiful Tom!” You gave him a hug and a kiss on the lips. Tom gave you a toothy grin. Tom’s cell rung and he excused himself to answer it. You busied yourself in your daughter’s room looking at all the stuff he brought. Your child would not want for anything. You sat in the rocking chair he brought and rocked yourself.

“This is cute!” Calvin squealed when he walked in the room.

“It is isn’t it. I love it.”

Tom entered the room. “That was my mum. She wants us over for dinner.”

You tried your best to hide your lack of desire to have dinner with his parents. You knew you would have to meet them eventually, but you were hoping it would not be this trip. You must have not done a good job hiding your emotions because Tom said you didn’t have to go.

“I will go. I need to meet them eventually. I just know how much they love Charlotte.”

“It will be ok. They know how much I love you and will not do anything to upset me.”

“Ok.” You got up from the rocking chair.

“Show me the rest of the place.” You told Tom taking his hand. Tom was all smiles as he showed you and Calvin his new home.

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You were a nervous wreck on the way to his parent’s house. You wish you could take something for your anxiety. They seemed pleasant enough as they greeted you and Calvin and escorted you to their living room.

“Have a seat while I finish up in the kitchen.” Tom’s mother Elizabeth told you as she eyes your stomach. You found you and Calvin were not the only guest as Tom hugged a man that was already in the living room.

“Y/N, Calvin this is my friend Greg. Greg this is Y/N and Calvin.”

Greg shook Calvin’s hand and hesitantly shook yours. You could tell instantly he was not a fan of yours. You had a feeling this will be a long dinner. Greg held a conversation with Calvin and Tom and ignored you. You just sat back willing yourself not to get a headache. Maybe you should not have come. Tom’s father Chips came in the living room telling you all dinner was ready. You sighed as you knew you were leaving one torturous situation for another. You sat between Tom and Calvin. You needed the shield of the two men in your life you loved.

“So, you are having a girl I hear.” Chips directed at you.

“Yes, we are.” Tom answered for you. You all engaged in as pleasant but strain conversation.

You were starting to become very self-conscious the way Tom’s mother was looking at you. You wondered did she give Charlotte the same stare down when she got with Tom. Tom and Charlotte also got together due to infidelity so why the fuck was she giving you the side eye and not her son. You noticed Greg was side eyeing you too. Chips was the only one who seemed genuinely happy for you and Tom. You were seriously uncomfortable during dinner. You were ready to go and told Tom you were tired. Tom relayed to his parents that he needed to get you home.

“No dessert?” Elizabeth asked eyeing you suspiciously.

“No mum we need to go.” Tom told her as he got up from the table.

“Well let me pack you some. Maybe you can eat it later.” Elizabeth got up from the table and headed to the kitchen. You got up also and told Tom you will be waiting in the living room. You needed to breathe. You sat on the couch and let out a long sigh. You closed your eyes and rubbed your belly.

“I saw your nudes. Not classy at all.”

Your eyes opened to find Greg in the living room. You let out another sigh.

“What do you want?” You were done biting your tongue and trying to be nice.

“I don’t think you and Tom should be to together. It’s not right.”

You got up from the couch and walked up to Greg.

“Does Tom know how you feel? Did you tell him you were looking at nude pictures of the mother of his child?”

“The whole world has most likely seen those pics.” Greg defended.

“You didn’t answer my question. You are his friend. You should not have clicked on the pictures!” You noticed your voice was raising. “What’s going on here?” Tom asked walking into the living room holding a plastic food container. Calvin walked in too carrying a container as well.

“Nothing.” Greg quickly said as he backed up away from you.

“Y/N?” Tom looked at you. “Your voice was raised. Did he say something to you?” You can see Tom getting upset as he looked at Greg.

“No. Everything is fine Tom.” You lied. Tom looked back at Greg and Greg gave Tom a hug to reassure him.

Fuckin asshole!

Calvin eyes you with pursed lips. He knew something was up. Tom’s parents entered the living room to say goodbye.

“It was nice meeting you.” Elizabeth said giving you a strain hug. Why did she even bother you thought to yourself. Chips hug was more genuine, and he made you smile. Tom hugged his parents as you and Calvin eased your way to the front door.

“You have to tell me what happen.” Calvin whispered in your ear. You nodded. Greg walked up to Calvin and shook his hand.

“It was nice meeting you mate.” He said. He looked at you and extended his hand. You ignored it, turned around and opened the door to exit the house. Tom was coming up behind Greg and did not notice the exchange.

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You sighed with relief once you all were heading back to Tom’s place.

“I know something went on with you and Greg. Are you going to tell me?” Tom asked looking over at you quickly before his eyes were back on the road.

“No.” You told him. Tom started to interject but you told him you did not want to talk about it, and he let the matter go for now. You turned your head to look out the window. You could not help but smile as you knew if you told Tom he would go off on Greg. It felt good to know you could hurt Greg if you wanted to. You would hold on to what transpired between you two until you needed it. Tom grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your hand. You turned around and looked at him.

“I love you.” You told him squeezing his hand.

“I love you too.” He kissed your hand again and your smile widened.

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laketaj24 · 4 years

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Clingy: Henry Cavill

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a little drabble while I had some time! Domesticated, kind of size kinky fluff! Lol, Hope you enjoy it! I tried to add everyone who asked to my taglist; if I forgot, hit my inbox.(gif via google search)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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“You want to watch a few movies today?”

Silence. Henry cocked his brow and continued into the kitchen. He’d been awkward ever since he came from your bedroom.

Unbothered, you took the warm clothes from the dryer and peeked your head into the kitchen. “Is that a yes? They have like three new movies on Prime?”

“Again, he did not answer you. The pots clanged in the sink, water started, and the mumbling emerged from the kitchen. What in the fuck was he mad about?

“You can ignore me if you want; I really don’t give a damn.” You slammed the door to the dryer and pressed a few buttons to get the cycle started.

Henry rarely got mad, but you had to play detective to find out the reason when he did. He had no issue ignoring you, and more importantly, he was better at remaining quiet than you. You tended to talk to over him instead of waiting for his response; therefore, you always won the arguments.

The investigation began in your room; everything seemed to be in place except your phone. The iPhone lay on your bed, the screen still lit, and messages even up.

Ariyah: Girl, you should come over tonight. Leave H and bring tea.

You: Girl, you know I can’t leave this big baby anywhere. Plus, we have plans.

Ariyah: Fine, I don’t understand how a man that sexy can be that annoyingly clingy.

You: He’s my Henry, it ain’t for you to understand. lmao

Ariyah: Girl Bye.

You laughed silently. Ariyah and Henry never got along. This definitely seemed to be the reason he was ignoring you. It takes a few minutes, but you change, sliding on his jersey and the boy shorts underwear that fits you just right. You had no intentions of allowing him to mope around the entire evening.

“Henry.” You smile, rounding the corner with a smile on your face. “You read my messages?”

“Yep, that’s what your clingy boyfriend does.” He refused to look back, but you didn’t really care as you moved across the floor and wrapped your arms around Henry’s toned waist.

Lightly your hands travel up his pecs to his arms, and you rest your head on his back, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne. “Ignore Ariyah.”

“I do not like her.”

“I know, but she’s my best friend, and you are too, so you two are gonna fight. It’s normal.”

“am I clingy?”

How did you answer this without hurting his feelings? You breathed and turned him towards you. You’re met with the longish brown curls falling to his face and the rigid jawline that clearly gave away he was not amused by you in his jersey.

“No, you are attached, but I am too.”

The dramatic roll of his eye is paired with a slightly more dramatic walk out of the kitchen into the laundry room. The blue tank top hung from his body, revealing those muscled arms and flexing neck veins. He was sincerely upset.

“I do not think you are clingy, Henry. There, I said it, not to suffice you but to let you know that I am sincere in my thoughts and I love you.” You grinned and caught up to him with a few skips. You hold your hands up and guard the washer. “You are not washing these clothes until you forgive her or me.”

“How about neither?” Henry lifted you up and set you aside as if you weighed nothing. “Let me start this laundry; we start filming tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna leave home upset with me?” You pouted, pooching your bottom lip out and folding your arms across your chest. “Fine.” You attempt to march past him, but he holds his arm out and looks down at you. “What?”

“I am only clingy because I am gone three weeks out of the month, and dreaming of you is not quite the same as feeling you next to me. Hearing your laughter in my dreams sounds nothing like you right beside me. Picturing you beneath me moaning is nothing like the real thing. I am clingy because I love you.” Suppressing the smile is impossible as he crowds your space pinning you closer to the wall. “So the next time she calls me clingy, just remember it’s because I can’t have you any time I want.”

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chaneajoyyy · 3 years

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brattyfics · 3 years

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drunk dialing | writer wednesday

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!OFC

Summary: Angel's ex-girlfriend gives him a call one night when she has too much to drink.

Tags: Angst, Toxic!Angel, Unresolved Feelings, Alcohol Consumption.

Word Count: 1.5k

1:16.

“She doesn’t need anymore.”

The words barely register over the hustle and bustle of the packed sports bar. Basketball reruns play on the television, old school r&b blaring over the loudspeakers. The bartender takes one look at Summer and the way her frame is slumped over just slightly, the way her dark brown eyes have glazed over, and nods his agreement. From their places on barstools, her friends thank him, not-so-subtly sneaking glances at Summer from the corners of their eyes. She can’t bring herself to care. They don’t understand. She’s drowning in the liquor but also an ocean of misery. The waves steadily pull her down further at each turn.

No one understands, so she takes special care to savor the dark amber liquid as it burns her from the inside out.

2:29.

Last call in the state of California is 1:30 am for any establishment that sells alcohol. Businesses like the bar that so graciously hosts Summer and her friends can stay open later, and they usually do. Most patrons abide by state law, using the time to sober up by stuffing themselves with greasy foods-- pizza, fries, chicken wings. Instead of drinking, they make plans to come back and meet up with the strangers they have become fast friends with or say goodbye to their college buddies in town for the weekend.

If You Think You’re Lonely Now plays as patrons began to shuffle out. Summer hums along.

If you think you’re lonely now, huh

Wait until tonight, girl (If you think you’re lonely now)

I’ll be long gone (You just wait until tonight girl)

And you’ll never find another man that’ll treat ya’ right

And then there are the lonely.

The ones at the bar every evening without fail, using it as home in place of the one they lack. They slide the servers bribes, crisp and crumpled twenty dollar bills across the bar top. She watches with tired eyes as they slide shot glasses back in exchange. Summer thinks she would try her luck if it weren’t for the mother hens watching over her with careful eyes. Her friends-- Aliyah, Jasmine, and Nia already think she’s a ticking time bomb. The last thing she needs to do is give them the ammunition they need to call her an alcoholic.

3:34.

It takes a while for the bar to clear out. Nia has to use the bathroom at the last minute, complaining about it being filthy when she returns. Jasmine mutters an obviously while Summer pitifully sips the last remnants of her drink. The melted ice cubes ruin it, she can’t taste the bourbon at all, but every little drop counts, right?

Summer refuses the hand offered to her by Aliyah as they stumble out into the parking lot. Aliyah hovers with her arms poised to catch her just in case. Nia absentmindedly plays a card game on her phone behind them, and Jasmine heads up the group, her keys noisily jingling as she swings them back and forth. She’s the designated driver and the only one sober enough to drive.

It’s a typical summer night in California, dry but cold and windy, so they quicken their pace. With every step, Bobby Womack’s crooning is stuck on replay in Summer’s mind. The lyrics resonate with her…

When it’s cold outside who are you holding?

...and she’s about to voice her thoughts when she sees it.

“Is that a phone booth?!” The words come out more hysterical than probably they should. Sure, it’s been like ten years since she’s seen one in person, and she didn’t know they still existed, so she’s a little excited and a lot drunk, but it’s just a phone booth. One that’s narrow and brightly lit in the midnight blue of the night. Aliyah, who forgot her glasses at home, squints at the white blob until she can make out its shape.

“I think it is.” She sounds a little mystified herself, and that’s all the encouragement Summer needs in her state. One minute she’s cheesing wide, and the next, she’s sprinting across the street towards the phone booth, giggling and tugging her short dress down the whole way.

The girls yell after her, but she tunes them out, snatching the ice cold phone off the hook. She’s even more enamored when she pulls the heavy metal to her ear and hears the dial tone.

It works!

High heels click loudly behind her. Summer turns just in time to see the girls come to a stop behind her, out of breath and unamused. Jasmine leans over and rests her forearms on her knees. “What the hell?” She hisses, glaring daggers at her friend. Summer ignores her, punching the chunky silver buttons like she’s in a trance. Even inebriated, she knows them by heart. One number after the other, she dials the one person she knows she shouldn’t.

Angel Reyes.

She vaguely registers her friends telling her to put the phone down. She knows that she’s making a mistake, but the armor she wears to protect herself from the world is too heavy. She strips it away, her inhibitions lowered. All she wants is him.

Ring...

“She’s been drinking. We should do something.” Sweet Aliyah is always the voice of reason. Nia sounds bored and over the situation. “This is so dumb.” Jasmine tugs on her arm. “Come on. You’re drunk.”

Ring…

“There’s no harm in a phone call, right?” Aliyah says, but her voice is shaky. She’s wrong, and they all know it.

Ri--

“Hello?” The reception is shitty, and the volume in the earpiece low, but with one word, Summer’s hooked all over again. She doesn’t say anything for several moments, the sound of her harsh breathing the only thing that transmits. There’s a long, tense moment where Summer tries to convince herself to hang up, but then Angel says, “Baby, is this you?” She hates the sob she releases into the phone from the simple words. She draws her bottom lip into her mouth to quiet the sound. Her girlfriends freeze, unsure of what to do.

“Y-yeah, it’s me.”

“You been drinking, mami?”

“Maybe.” Summer sways, and Aliyah is there, using her arm to prop her best friend up. It’s a silent act of support, a reminder that Angel isn’t and shouldn’t be the center of her universe. She has supportive friends, a loving family. She doesn’t need him.

“Where you at? I’ll come get you.” She doesn’t need him, but she’s tempted to tell him to meet her back at Jasmine’s place. It’s only a ten-minute ride from his place, five minutes if he speeds the way she knows he does.

Speeds the way he did when she caught him at Vicki’s with Adelita. He had been acting shady for months, whispering on the phone, keeping odd hours. She had felt like a crazy woman when she put the tracker on his bike, but her intuition was validated when she saw his location. She followed him, expecting to find him with one of Vicki’s girls. Instead, she found him there with Adelita and her protruding belly, rubbing it with his large, ringed hands like a doting father. Like they were some happy fucking family.

Summer had nearly lost her mind, knocking over furniture, breaking bottles from behind the bar. Luckily for them, EZ caught her wrist and restrained her. The sight of Angel shielding that woman, protecting her when he hadn’t protected her feelings, was ingrained in her mind. Realizing that all the men she regarded highly and looked up to as older brothers and uncles had been lying, and helping Angel hide his cheating, was something she would never forget.

Being betrayed like that should have been enough to make her stop loving him, but... it just wasn’t. Summer often found herself wondering what was wrong with her. Why did she pine after a man that hurt her so badly? Sure, Angel’s handsome, and funny, and sweet, and really, really good in bed, but he’s not good. Not for Summer.

She sniffles into the phone, “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you.” She tries to will the words to be true, but the tears gliding down her face tell a different story.

“Why call me then?”

“Too much liquor.”

He snorts out a laugh but then pauses as if considering something. “Yeah, me too.” Summer swears she can make out the sound of Gilly shouting something in the background, but maybe she’s so drunk that she’s imagining things. Maybe she’s making it all up in her head because she longs for their relationship back. She always finds herself back at square one when it comes to Angel, wishing things could go back to how they were, that she could erase all the bad and keep all the good.

You see the night's the time when the needs come out

When your needs come out to breathe

And the jonesing starts and there ain't no way you can sleep, ooh

“You hurt me.” Summer doesn’t bother to hide her bitterness. She knows Angel won’t acknowledge the words because the only pain he can recognize is his own.

“Summer, why are you calling?” His voice has an edge to it this time. He’s daring her to make a decision, pick a side. Either she wants to be with him, or she doesn’t. His gruff tone, the callousness with which he says the words should make her want to turn away from him.

Instead, it makes her heart lurch.

She feels desperate to hold onto him, so she says, “'Cause I-I...I love you.”

Notes: The prompt is from @autumnleaves1991-blog Weekly Writing Challenge. Summer Walker - Drunk Dialing...LODT & Bobby Womack - If You Think You’re Lonely Now inspired this fic. Let's all pretend you don't have to pay to use a pay phone lol. Do you like to see moodboards/covers for fics? Please let me know. Hope you all enjoy!

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imagineredwood · 4 years

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Black writers to support ❤️

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And not to pick favorites from this list or anything but also everyone go and tell my wife @breanime ❣️ how much you love her and appreciate her. Read all of her work. It’s all amazing. Reblog, comment, interact. Tell her she’s a cutie. You can find her masterlist here.

Please add on and tag any other black writers from fandoms that you’re in (or that you know of) so that we can send more readers and love their way 🥰

Edit: I went in and added the tagged writers on this original post so that I can get everyone in one spot and no one gets lost in the notes. I don’t mean to annoy anyone with another mention, just trying to get everyone their exposure 💗 Updated on 2/14/21

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findyourother1 · 3 years

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Wake up, babe. New issue just dropped!

We are happy to announce 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕖! To be published in February 2022, the chosen theme is “𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯” - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Up Late

Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Despite Angel’s orders you wait for him to come home

WC: 832

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my submission for @chaneajoyyy and @shaekingshitup quarantine writing challenge! I’m surprised that I got it under 1000!

Angel hung his head when he drove up and saw the light on. He told you not wait up for him, but here it is 3 in the morning and you’re still up.

Your head turned away from your laptop to the door when you heard Angel unlocking the door. When Angel’s eyes landed on you he shook his head in disappointment. In return you gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged your shoulders.

He took your coffee mug that undoubtedly was more creamer and sugar than actual coffee and set it on the table. He leaned down over you, hands on each side of the chair and kissed you all over your face while trying to admonish you. “Didn’t I tell you not to wait up?” He punctuated each word with a kiss.

Giggling, you cupped his chin to scratch his beard. “Yeah. Didn’t you also say to stop studying as well?”

Angel snuggled his face deep into your neck. “Oh, so you really wanna be in trouble?”

“Depends on what that trouble is?” You raised your eyebrow at him.

“No sex for a week kind of trouble.”

You rolled your eyes at him and waved him off. “Boy, please. You can’t even last two days without this punanny.”

Angel couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He knew you had him dead to rights. Wrapping his arms around you, he picked you up, took your seat and placed you in his lap. “Why are you up this late?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Can’t sleep. I started worrying about you and then I thought studying would stop it, but then I just started worrying about you and EZ and vet school.”

“Mi dulce, what did I say about worrying about me and EZ?”

“Not to,” you pouted.

“Then start doing it.”

“But I don’t trust Galindo!” Angel tried to interrupt you, but your words trampled over his. “He’s got y’all in his mess. And then Emily’s pasty ass thinks she can have her cake and eat it too by asking EZ to do her favors! I promise you if I wouldn’t get torture to death, I would’ve decked her ass already.”

Angel playfully bit your shoulder. “Don’t worry about club business or EZ, we got this. You just keep your head in them books, so I can call you Dr. Reyes.”

“Dr. Reyes?” You repeated. “You think imma put in all that time and hard work and not be called Dr. Y/L/N? Psst, you must be out your mind. Now being called Mrs. Reyes is a different thing.”

“Oh, you wanna my old lady?” Angel had a goofy grin on his face for two reasons. 1) he knew you hated the term old lady and 2) you wanted to be his wife.

You tapped his head lightly with your fist. “I said Mrs. Reyes not old lady!”

Angel laughed as he stood up. He was gonna carry you, but when he saw your pleading eyes he knew you wanted to be carried a different way. Turning his back to you, Angel told you, “Hop on.”

Excitedly, you jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, inhaling the scent of his leather kutte. “Hey, babe.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think Bishop would let me in the club? That way I can have backup when I whoop Emily’s ass.”

“This again?” Angel scoffed at your determination to beat up his brother’s high school sweetheart. “You do know that EZ is older than you. You don’t have to put on this big sis routine”

“Actually, little sisters are the ones that gets shit done, old man. Anyway answer my question. I could see it now: me with my own kutte, riding a motorcycle looking all badass, and shooting guns. Pew, pew, pew.” You pretended to shoot a gun.

Angel set you on the bed and kissed your forehead. “I was gonna say yeah, but badass bikers don’t say pew, pew, pew and get piggyback rides from their boyfriends.” He began undressing as you got under the covers.

“Whatever, you just jealous because we both know I would move through the ranks fast.”

“Yeah, babe that’s why,” Angel lazily agreed with you as he got in the bed.

Neither of you had the energy for your nightly routine of sexing each other to sleep. Instead, you just held each other, limbs intertwined.

Angel had a little bit more energy than you, so he rubbed your back to make sure you fell asleep. He knew you were stressed out between worrying about him, EZ, school, and work.

“Angel,” you called out to him half asleep, your hand cradling his cheek.

“Yes, mi amor?”

“I can’t wait to be your old lady.”

You could feel Angel’s smile against your palm before he kissed it. “Me neither.” You heard before you went to dream about your future with Mr. Angel Reyes.

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plussizeappreciationfics · 3 years

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Hello♥️ would you be able to write a drabble with Brad pitt with one where they meet each other's families? Maybe he meets her family or she meets his kids?

Brad meeting your family includes:

-Him being nervous af, he hopes that he’ll be greeted warmly as he loves you and wants to stay with you

-You reassuring him a few hours before your family, the gentle hug you give him quickly turning into some passionate love making. He’s able to forget his nervousness and just enjoy the delicate sensations of your body

-The two of you chuckling once it’s over, not having planned a quicky but it really helping your boo calm down

-The two of you then setting everything in the kitchen and living room, making sure that there’s enough games, foods and drinks to keep your family entertained for a few hours

-“How do I look? Should I change into the shirt you got me?”

-“Brad, you look handsome as always. Try to stay calm okay?” you gently tell him and stop yourself from kissing his worried frown off his face as the thought of him wanting to impress your family making your heart swell in your chest from pride and joy

-Your family finally arriving, greeting you with loud laughter and cackles as they get straight to spilling the most recent tea about your associates

-Brad politely standing behind you and waiting until everyone is settled and seated before he stands in the middle of the living room and starts introducing himself

-He also hands over the gifts he bought every single family member (based on your recommendation) and watches in joy how everyone (especially your parents) accept them excitedly and instantly start praising him

-Brad then hosting the family event naturally, not allowing you to move a muscle or help him with the dirty dishes. He gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek and whispers “Don’t even think about it”

-Your siblings and older cousins circle you, wanting to know every single detail about how you were able to snatch fucking Brad Pitt to yourself. You happily give them vague responses as you know your boundaries

-Brad then having a one-on-one with your parents quietly in the kitchen, telling them how much he loves you and won’t ever do anything to hurt you. He starts rambling without being aware of it but that’s just something you do to him. Your parents watch him proudly, giving each other a small nod of the head, silently communicating that you got yourself the perfect man and that they already love him

-By the time he’s done rambling, he’s embarrassed to which your mother cuts him off with a hug and voices how he’s now a part of your family

-The late afternoon continues with board games, music and dancing and everyone just having a great time. Your little cousins already asking Brad for their birthday presents and your siblings for selfies so they can respectfully brag about the fact that they have met Brad Pitt

-By the time everyone is finally gone and you and Brad have finished cleaning, the two of you are so content and calm that you barely say any words. Just cuddle each other on the couch while enjoying the silence

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sparklemichele · 5 years

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Angel Reyes tag list

So I kind of gave in and will most likely write a Angel Reyes fic (damn him!). If you want to be tagged please add yourself to my tag list. XXOO

SparkleMichele Tag List

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laketaj24 · 3 years

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Distraction

A/N: Quick little piece for yall, I’ve been slacking on Henry – call me unmotivated to write him. I’m sorry. But I had a spark of it today and hopped on in it. Taglist and requests are open! Thanks for reading.

Pairing: Henry X Black!Reader

Warnings: Pouty Henry, lol

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Every paper you owned was sprawled across the table; the upper-level courses didn’t have tests every week, just detailed reports due. And here you were on the third one of the week thinking about calling it quits for college altogether.

“Henry, where is my Social Diversity book?”

“I don’t have it.” His glasses were on the tip of his nose, curls hung wet from his shower, and the tight black tank accentuated all of his muscles. “You left it on your desk in there yesterday.” He raked the white towel over his head and draped it over his broad shoulders. “You should clean…”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.” He held his hands up. “You are so uptight-.”

“Henry, get the hell out.” You stared at him.

“I’m not dressed.”

“The neighbors don’t care if you’re naked. Get out.”

“How about… I will be quiet and go to my study.”

“Yes, do that and shut up.”

He laughed under his breath, taking his towel and the hot cup of coffee from the table. Henry left without being noticed, though usually, he was loud and abrasive; his large stature didn’t help him in gracefulness.

You found the book, resting it in front of you, and you started your paper – one thousand words later and a headache you were ready to drink and fall into a slumber so deep you didn’t wake until the following afternoon. You drug yourself across the hall, noticing Henry’s eyes locked on the screen. His games were going on mute, which was not even half of the experience, and then his eyes shift to you.

“Finish?”

“Yes.” You smiled. “What are you doing in here?”

“Research.” Henry pointed to the game. “I figured since we were going to battle, I might learn some moves that will help me.”

“We are not battling; I kicked you out because you have a smart mouth.”

“You told me to shut up?’

“I told you-,” You paused. You definitely had told him to shut up and get out. You swallowed. “That was mean, huh?”

“It was rude.” Henry’s cocked brow made you laugh, but he hadn’t taken his eye off the game. “So I don’t want to be a distraction to you, do be one to me… get out.” He sat up and paused the game. “ It’s hard to play the game with all this beauty in the room.” Even his insults were sweet. “Out.”

“Fine, I’m leaving.” You said, tossing your hands up at him. “I’ll be in bed.”

“Bye.” He waved and closed the door to his room.

Silence irked you more than you wanted to admit, so you peaked in the room, still playing and focused on the TV screen as if you didn’t exist. You had a plan though, you showered quickly and slipped into the maroon silk lingerie set. Now you were to be the distraction and level the playing field. If it was even possible. He sat concentrating on the game, his muscles somehow flexing even though he was doing nothing besides pressing those buttons. You walked in, flaunting the mahogany curves against the maroon, and stopped.

“I owe you an apology, Mr. Cavill.” You whispered.

“And I can’t decide if I strip before or after I kneel for you?” You watched his eyes dance with amusement as he stood and tossed the controller to the couch. “I don’t want you kneeling.” He smiled. “I just want you to calm the hell down and maybe not walk around naked with the curtains open.” Henry flourished the open curtains. “Mr. Silva is probably dying over there.”

“You wanna give him a show?”

“No, I don’t share, not even with the elderly.” He smiled. Henry picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder and gently tapping your ass. “Come on.”

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geeky-introvert · 5 years

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Cut Deep . Hvitserk X OC

Summary: Being married to a son of Ragnar might seem a dream come true, but not when he can’t choose between his own wife and a slave….One-shot.

Authors note: Heads this is gets pretty dark around the middle part towards the end. Things will be interesting, in a bit of a dark way. Also I’ve decided to back off from writing smut for once for this story, it’s hinted but nothing graphic. Something different to try out. Enjoy!

Word count: 3602

Warning: Cheating, jealousy, angst, violence and death.

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If anyone else wants to be added to the tag list let me know please.

A life married to a son of Ragnar was just about every girl's dream. Ronalda happened to be one of them, as a joined alliance between Kattegat and her father’s kingdom. It was a duty she was prepared for, at least she thought so. She didn’t expect the perfect husband and the best marriage, but she didn’t expect him to simply not even care about her in the slightest and he made it known as well by fucking that slave Margrethe day and night, even in their own bed.

She thought it might pass, that he’ll somehow see through what he was doing. But after a whole year he continued to do what he was doing, pretending that it was all normal and that she was the one being unfair that he couldn’t have the freedom he had before.

Well, fuck him.

At least she had made friends with Ivar, talking to him as she listened to him. Perhaps things might’ve been better to marry him but her father would never agree to it, only before he was a cripple, which was a silly thing to think. There were no feelings of course, it just felt like they got along better then her and Hvitserk.

With this thought aside though, all she could do was be married to a cheating man who much preferred a slave over herself, which sounded silly from her own mind, but maybe she was the one being silly and expected too much from her husband.

It was a life she just tried to get used to, but that didn’t mean she was happy.

Kattegat was beautiful, she’ll admit, big, but her father’s kingdom further up north was but bigger, more protected and her father had an impressive army, the main reason Aslaug was eager to marry one of her sons to Ronalda. It was a good alliance, one that she was part of without choice.

That morning she woke up in the same bed all alone, no surprise there, and dressed herself before coming out to eat. She never let the thralls help her dress but only her long brunette hair. Maybe if she was blonde things might’ve been different, but why should hair colour matter.

Sitting at the table Aslaug and Ivar were already there as I joined them. Sigurd was next, then after a bit longer Ubbe and Hvitserk finally did as Margrethe followed them behind to serve us. My eyes glared at her as she passed and she noticed this. She never liked to look at me, of course not, the dirty slut she was and that’s all she’ll ever be.

As we all ate in silence for a moment Hvitserk then spoke.

“Why are you always so sad?” The question was directed at her.

Ivar giggled softly feeling the same as her.

“I have no idea what you mean.” She answered.

“You’re always moping. Like...life itself doesn’t make you happy.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say really. Perhaps it’s the change of weather, we are almost into the winter. Maybe it’s just a little sickness going about in the settlement, or perhaps it’s that my husband loves a thrall more than his own wife. You pick which you think.”

“I’m going with the weather.” Ivar answered through a light chuckle.

Hvitserk rolled his jaw a little before exhaling and digging into his pocket, taking a bag of silver and placing it in front of her. “Here, go buy yourself something in the market, whatever you want.”

Ronalda stared at the bag tossed in front of her before letting out a soft smirk.

“Yes, this solves everything, husband.” She then looked at him, showing she was kidding. Yet she took the bag and pushed herself away from the table. “Excuse me, I’m no longer hungry.”

As she made her way out she then bumped heavily into Margrethe, knocking her back and dropping the jug that spilled all over her. She didn’t stop, but she heard chairs scratch against the ground showing the boys were going to help before being told off by Aslaug to leave her be.

At least she did that for her.

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Strolling through the markets she looked at what she could buy. It wasn’t that she wanted anything anyway, she just wanted to waste his silver on something. The man thought he could buy her happiness through wealth? Yeah, sure.

However she changed her mind when she saw the starving people struggling to work, men, women and children and this gave her a better thought then. Do something good, that’ll bring the tension off from her at least for a bit.

She gave each of them a silver coin so they could get something to eat. They were very grateful and she moved on to see if there was anyone else. She still had more than enough left.

Looking at the docks she noticed a new shipment of slaves had just arrived and her curiosity tugged her over there, wondering just what was brought from England this time.

Each of them looked roughed up, beaten, starved or sickly. What was the point of selling slaves if they couldn’t even be looked after, such a waste.

Then she came across a man, a slave, but a young and handsome man about Ubbe’s age. He was filthy but under that filth she saw his dark brown eyes under his brunette curls hanging over his face. He looked up at her as she got closer, her head tilted curiously in thought.

An idea came to her mind, one she was going to have fun with. And who knows what else might happen, and the more she thought about it and stared at him, the more she liked it.

She gave the slave trader the rest of her silver and approached him.

“Tell me your name.”

“Wulfgar, my lady.”

“When it’s just you and me, you may call me Ronalda. Come, let us get you cleaned up.”

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Once he was bathed and dressed in new clothes he looked a hundred times better already.

“Come, join me, you must be hungry from the journey.”

Such kindness wasn’t at all common for slaves, usually it was to get to work right away. Not Wulfgar though, no, she had other ideas for him.

“Thank you, my lady….I mean, Ronalda.”

Some food and drinks were brought out for then as she watched him dig in.

“I’m surprised you know our language so well. Have you travelled?”

“No, I come from England, just a simple farmer.” He answered through a small smile. “My father though, he comes from these lands, that’s how I know your language. He settled in England and fell in love with my mother. A plague went through our village which unfortunately took both my parents and my little brother, leaving me to take over the farm. It was going well, until the raid came, and now here I am.”

Ronalda listened to him speak. “You’ve been through a lot. As you’re mine now, I promise to respect you if I can have your respect. I don’t have a lot of friends and I could use the company.”

“Forgive me, but surely you’re married?”

“Yes, but not happily.” She sighed. “Don’t worry, he has his own slave. This is fine and he shouldn’t have anything to say.”

Oh how wrong she was.

It felt like hours that they spoke together, learning and sharing stories. They got along very well and Ronalda found the man very charming. They were interrupted when Hvitserk suddenly sat in front of them, joined by his brothers as well, eyes firmly strained on them both.

“Who’s this?” His blunt question was so directed making her roll her eyes at him.

“This is Wulfgar, a slave I just bought.” She answered, purposely touching Wulfgar’s knee.

“Take him back, you don’t need a slave.” Now he was behaving like a child.

“What gives you the right to say what I need and don’t need? You said I could buy anything I wanted, so I bought him. You have your own slave and now I have my own. I don’t see the problem here, Hvitserk.” She held her head high.

“The problem is I don’t want you having your own slave. Take him back.”

She felt Wulfgar tense under her touch as he spoke to her so bluntly, his brothers eyeing both him and me as Ivar was curious, waiting for her reaction.

“No, I’m keeping him whether you like it or not. I don’t see why you’re so bothered by this. What’s the difference between you having your own slave and me having my own?” His silence lingered making her smirk softly. “Stop being so dramatic, you’re embarrassing yourself.” Standing up she took Wulfgar’s hand. “Come, I’ll show you around Kattegat.”

Linking her arm around his, they walked out the hall together, Hvitserk’s burning glare on her back as they left, but she felt so smug about it and finally got back at him.

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It was just a few months that had passed after this happened. Ronalda and Wulfgar grew closer and soon enough became known as her consort, a title she didn’t repeat, people just spoke what they heard and that was it.

Hvitserk didn’t like it one bit and they all knew this but she did nothing to sooth his anger and just simply. She didn’t understand why he was so bothered by it when he had his own slave, but she didn’t bother about questioning either.

All that mattered was she grew more fond of Wulfgar just as he did of her as well. She wished he was a prince, then it’ll be a way to convince her father to dissolve the marriage between her and Hvitserk so she could marry Wulfgar, but he’ll never agree to it, even more that he was a Christian. Unfortunately that’s just how life was.

But the relationship between both her and Wulfgar grew so much, even more that she fell for him just as he fell for her. They shared the same bed, they kissed, they even had sex, and it was far better then sex with Hvitserk. There was no hurry but love and passion, he knew how to take care of a woman unlike Hvitserk who only thought with his cock. Wulfgar thought of her first above anything else and she never felt so loved in her life.

In bed together Ronalda nuzzled up against his side letting out a soft hum against his chest.

“Your husband hates me.” Wulfgar suddenly said.

“So?” She shrugged lightly. “He shouldn’t be so jealous or pissed, after all he has his own slave already.”

“I know, but he looks at you as his possession. He doesn’t want anyone else having you.”

“Yeah, I figured this out not long after you came into my life. That is his problem though. If he wanted me for himself he should’ve shown his commitment from the start, and instead he buried himself between a slave's legs.” She sighed. “But it doesn’t matter, you’re a better man than him.” Leaning up she kissed him tenderly then, smiling softly.

The next morning she had a surprise for him. Over the last few days she had spoken to Aslaug about making Wulfgar a free man. At first the queen hesitated and she guessed she showed some sympathy and agreed to it.

“Where are you taking me?” Wulfgar couldn’t help but laugh softly as she covered his eyes walking towards what she had done for him.

“It’s a surprise.” Ronalda whispered before removing her hands. “What do you think?”

It was a small cabin on some newly brought land to start a farm by her. She had done this up over the last month, after all it’s what he deserved and she wanted the best for him.

“This is all yours.” She said standing beside him. “You’re now a free man. Over the coming months you’ve given me much needed love and I’ve grown more fond of you. I don’t care what people say or think, you’re a remarkable man and I want you to be happy.”

Wulfgar looked shocked by the surprise as she spoke before looking down at her, eyes shined with tears before he kissed her passionately as she kissed him back.

“As you’ve given me so much hope and love since coming here. I love you, Ronalda. No matter what happens we’ll always have each other, even though you’re married, we’ll always find a way.”

During that week Ronalda helped Wulfgar settle into the cabin and slowly build the farm together. If it wasn’t for this stupid alliance and marriage with Hvitserk, they would’ve married already. Everyday she would come and go again so they could be together. It was no secret and Hvitserk figured it out quickly that he was now a free man much to his displeasure. It somehow bothered him even more that she was hardly in Kattegat anymore, and this didn’t settle well for him.

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“I don’t understand why you’re so pissed.” Ivar argued towards Hvitserk, watching as his brothers sparred together in the forest. Hvitserk was letting out all his anger without holding back. “You have Margrethe and she has Wulfgar, what’s the problem?”

“The problem is she’s my wife!” He yelled, throwing his blade at Sigurd who blocked him with his shield. “She’s mine!”

“Are you listening to yourself?” Ivar was dumbfounded by his brother sounding like a child. “You sound fucking pathetic! Ubbe, talk some sense into him.”

Even Ubbe was a little surprised by how Hvitserk was behaving, but he wasn’t going to go against him either. “Well, she is his wife, and no offence Hvitserk but you did push her away.”

“Why couldn’t she just accept that I needed Margrethe as well? Why couldn’t she just understand that and make this marriage easier?”

“Why couldn’t you just forget about Margrethe and focus on your marriage?” Ivar continued, thinking him being so stupid.

Hvitserk however wasn’t listening anymore as he and Sigurd finished sparring and he finally sat down beside Ubbe, still holding a firm angry pouting face.

“It’s a problem.” Hvitserk stared at the ground, blade resting in his lap.

“What are you going to do?” Sigurd asked, all curious.

“I need to get rid of the problem.”

They heard him and the only one not liking it was Ivar.

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The next morning Ronalda left Kattegat with a basket full of some food to give to Wulfgar. She didn’t mind the travel, in fact she enjoyed it as it was very relaxing.

Walking up to the cabin she came to a stop as she noticed the front door was half open. Maybe a little strange she thought, but there was something cold in the air, something wasn’t right.

“Wulfgar?” She called out his name but was greeting without a response. Slowly she pushed the door open and stepped inside, seeing there were a few things knocked on the ground as if there was a struggle. Then she saw the blood.

Out from the corner of her eye that’s where she saw his body, covered in blood, lifeless on the ground. Letting out a scream she hurried over to him, dropping her basket, her shaky hands caressing his face and yelling out his name over again, desperate for him to wake up, but there was no hope for saving him.

He was stabbed and slashed over again. He was murdered, that was clear, and she already had a good feeling just who did it.

Holding him close she rocked her body as she cried out for what felt like hours, mourning the loss for Wulfgar, the only man she ever loved and the only man to love her back.

Ronalda ordered some men to prepare a burial for him, even though they didn’t want to because he was a born Christian and former slave, but she wasn’t having any of it, threatening them and then they did as they were told finally.

She gave him a burial just like any of her people and burned his body. The man didn’t deserve the fate he got, and she’ll avenge him, no matter what it took. After this she sat on the beach all alone before hearing Ivar dragging himself over and sitting beside her.

“He killed him.” She simply said looking at him. “Hvitserk killed Wulfgar, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.” Ivar simply answered. “I’m sorry. Ubbe and Sigurd were with him as well. Hvitserk, he went crazy. I honestly didn’t think he would do it, but this morning when I saw him...I knew he did it.” Ivar remembered seeing Hvitserk washing the blood off his face.

To hear them together as it happened only angered her more. Not only did Hvitserk hurt her but Ubbe and Sigurd as well. No one saw it coming, but she felt she should’ve.

“What are you going to do?” Ivar asked, now curious to hear from her.

“They took a piece of my heart, and now I’m going to take a piece of theirs.” Her red puffy eyes stared back at Ivar. “They have no idea what I’m capable of, and now they’re going to find out.”

They’ll see the kind of person she truly was.

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The following morning Ronalda sat at the large table in the hall after cleaning herself up and nursing some light wine in her hand. It had been a long, sleepless night, but she didn’t regret her choice, nor hold any sympathy. Soon Aslaug joined her, surprised to see her first at the table but knew she was going through stuff. Soon Ivar did as well, not asking any questions then the rest of the brothers as the thralls brought out breakfast.

“Ivar, have you seen Margrethe?” Ubbe asked him.

“Nope.” Ivar casually answered. He had no idea what happened but knew Ronalda was behind it.

“We didn’t see her all night.” Hvitserk now said. “It’s not like her.”

“Perhaps you didn’t know her well enough.” Ronalda answered bluntly. “Maybe she used you, gained your trust before sneaking off in the night. Slaves go missing all the time.”

They all knew she was upset about Wulfgar, so they knew she was still mourning him, but what they didn’t know was what she knew who killed him.

“Not Margrethe.” Ubbe answered, like he trusted her more than anyone else. Pathetic.

As the trays of food were brought out Ronalda eyed one that was covered that the large chickens or turkeys were kept under on special occasions. This morning was one of those. No one was aware of it until the tray was set right in front of Hvitserk and the lid was lifted, revealing Margrethe’s severed bloody head.

Hvitserk jumped from his chair, knocking it back and stared in horror at the slaves head along with Ubbe and Sigurd. Aslaug was shocked as was Ivar, but the hardest reaction was from Hvitserk and that’s what Ronalda was aiming for.

“Oh, there she is.” She casually answered, unaffected.

All eyes were on her now. The silence lingered as Hvitserk softly shook with rage, eyes becoming heavy before he grabbed the blade on the table.

“You fucking bitch!” He went to charge forward to kill her but Ubbe held him back.

“Hvitserk!” Aslaug yelled now standing up herself.

Ronalda wasn’t affected though. “Go ahead. You can kill me if you like but I promise the second that you do my father will hear of it. He has eyes and ears all over Kattegat, everything that happens he is aware about. If he finds out about my death, his only child by your hands he’ll rain fire on Kattegat without mercy. You’ve seen his army, are you prepared to face that?”

Hvitserk broke out of Ubbe’s hold but stood there as his eyes stung with tears, showing the hurt and emotions for the slave. Ubbe and Sigurd struggled as well, all wanting to kill her.

She then stood up. “You took a piece of my heart and now I’ve taken a piece of yours. You now know of my pain, and you have no one to blame but yourself for it all to come to this. I now carry Wulfgar’s child, a blessing, and I’ll raise him with his father’s name. I promise you that the second my father hands his throne to me I’m going home and our marriage will be dissolved, a kingdom that could’ve been yours but won’t be anymore. You could’ve had it all, but you chose a whore over your own wife.”

Her hand came up to touch his face in a mocking way but he just slapped her hand away making her smirk softly. She got her revenge and that’s all that mattered to her.

“This is just the start, son of Ragnar. A warning, to not fuck around with me.”

Turning away she felt the hall leaving the scene she made to be cleaned up by the thralls. She was proud of herself, knowing she finally got back at him, and showed just what she was capable of. Her hand caressed over her belly where her child grew. A beautiful son and heir for herself. Wulfgar would be proud, and she silently promised to give him the life he deserved.

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Flower Girl

❛ pairing | ragnarssons x reader

❛ type | drabble

❛ request | Reader being the ragnarsons 'little flower' they all share affection for. (not jealous of eachother but a little possessive). And she's very cuddly, cute and innocent but witty and smart. The boys lust after her and love flirting with her to get her flustered, Please? I love your writing and I'm sorry if this is long and you don't have to write this its cool. I understand writers can be busy. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The basket on your arm bulges with gathered herbs. You ran your fingers over the lines of the garden where precious opium poppy grew. Your thumb cherished the soft petals as you thanked line after line of flowers for their work. “Thank you for your contribution, little plant. A lot of sick people will be happy now.”

The precious henbane grew like a weed around the settlement, and while you had need of it, it was not yours to take quite yet. Its own time would soon come. You stop at the pressure of something snaking tight around your ankle. Initially you think it might be a weed, but as it tugs and you softly shriek, you realize it isn’t a weed at all.

“Oh, Ivar!”

It’s just the snake of a boy who always sought you when you were here. Past the leaves that shield his long body, Ivar laughs full-heartedly at you. “I’ve caught you, little flower. You should be more careful. What if I were a lindworm? They enjoy beautiful things, you know.”

“Then I would be in great fear,” you say, hand to your chest. “More than I just was. Lindworms are greedy things.”

Ivar pulls himself upright, slapping his gloves together to rid them of mud. He mutters something soft, genuinely sweet under his breath. “So am I.”

“Don’t scare her, Ivar.” comes another voice. When you turn, you find that the eldest of the Aslaugssons came with Ivar too. “Lindworms are nothing to be afraid of. They’re easily slain.”

“You think you could slay one?”

“Shut up.”

“Ubbe,” you softly chide. “Were you watching me, too?”

“Maybe a little.” He stands with his arms crossed looking at you so intently that your cheeks warm at the thought. You came out to gather herbs early. Not early enough to evade the brothers.

“So then where are the others?”

“Coming. Hvitserk was not done eating.”

There is a surprise.

“Not Bjorn I hope? He… is…” you leave off, realizing you have already spoken too much. Having said too much already, you say a little more. “Forward.”

“By forward you mean annoying,” Ivar corrects.

Certainly he could be, pinning you up by your hips like that. Bjorn stole your first kiss. For it, you gave him a hell of a slap. Ubbe’s head bobs as if he’s agreeing to that much. You bend down beside Ivar, breaking free a plant to place in your basket. He works his jaw in question for what that was for. You lean into him, kissing the top of his sweaty, fuzzy head.

“Then I’ll need this after all.”

Drugging their brother was one way to go about it. Perhaps you weren’t as innocent as you looked. But maybe they liked that too.

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