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Title: The One He Chose

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is starting to realize how far her husband is willing to to bring her home.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Escaping Kattegat successfully had felt like a God ordained miracle; like the Lord himself was rewarding you for keeping faith. His Grace had put Floki’s home within walking distance from Ivar’s estate, had moved Amund and Earl Sven to kindness.

Now you were unsure if you would receive another life saving miracle.

Floki wasn’t here and neither was Amund, the Earl had already let you know that he wouldn’t hesitate to hand you over. In his mind  you were an escaped thrall, a lost piece of property he found too insignificant to protect. 

So what could you do?

The ship was already docked, meaning it wouldn’t be moved for at least a few days before it departed again. The crew would need to rest before setting sail again, meaning they would be in the markets, taverns, Great Hall and, if anyone had fallen ill on the journey, even the Healing Huts.

‘(Y/N)? What troubles you?’ Kendra asked in concern.

‘When did that ship arrive and where is the crew?’ you asked urgently, gripping her by the arms.

‘It arrived just before noon, the Earl was furious with a warship being so bold; he demanded council immediately. Everyone has been whispering through the city, conflict rumors and the like.’

Conflict?

Would Ivar go so far as to start war with an ally, just to capture you?

‘Are they in the Hall now? Where are they now, Kendra?’ you begged.

Kendra’s look of concern was unmasked as she looked around the shed, it was still pretty empty, most of the thralls with more demanding tasks still out working.

‘They are still in the Hall, their meeting was not short from what I’ve heard. Still they were granted hospitality while they rest and prepare for the journey back home. (Y/N) tell me now, are you in danger, Sister?’ she asked directly.

‘Yes, and I need to leave now. Not one man from that ship can set eyes on me.’ you confided, desperate for some type of earthly support in this terrifying moment.

You wouldn’t have survived, yet alone escaped if Floki and Amund hadn’t aided you; and as much as you regretted putting them at risk, you knew getting captured now would only negate their sacrifice.

So now, you would take any assistance you could get, even though you knew you weren't as likely to get away a second time.

This time the situation was not set up for your success at all; there was no ally you could go to, you had no access to a ship already leaving and now you didn’t even have noble status to buy protection. Your only accessible options were to either try to make it to the next village and pray the search doesn’t expand that far, or try to hide deep in the woods and hope they will overlook you.

Neither one seemed likely to succeed.

If Ivar had expanded his search this far, why wouldn’t he have his men search the neighboring settlements? If these men have been receiving his wrath for the entirety of your absence, there is no chance of them being lax in their efforts.

Kendra, of course, did not know fully what was in your head, but she could see your panic rising as your mind raced.

‘How…how far are you willing to go to leave?’ she asked seriously.

Her tone, the look in her eye and sweat on her brow gave it all away; Kendra knew a way out and she always has.

‘As far as my body will take me before it drops. Sister, if you know a way out of the city I beg you to tell me.’

‘I can’t, not alone, we need the others. Megan is bathing in the river, fetch her, and me and Dawn will meet you at the butcher’s house. Quickly, before Hilda makes her way back from inspections.’ Kendra said in a hurried tone as she stood up, pulling you up with her.

‘Do not run, don’t bring any attention to your movement, stay as out of sight as possible, speak to no one.’ she whispered as she casually led you out of the shed.

As soon as the two of you were out of the shed Kendra’s entire body language changed; she was no longer closely huddled to your side conspiratorially and her worried face immediately softened to its usual youthful smile.

‘Thank you so much for helping me, Hilda would be furious if she knew I’d lost one. We’ll have better chances splitting up, so we can both meet back here and hopefully one of us has some good luck.’ she smiled brightly before she took off for the Great Hall.

You were momentarily confused, but you had no time to wonder what Kendra was talking about or if it was some kind of coded message, you needed to get Megan.

From the Slave’s Shed almost the whole city was accessible, the constant flow of thralls meant you could find a footpath leading anywhere that slaves were needed. So getting to the river where most thralls and peasant women bathe wasn’t an issue, but trying to not run was a hard task.

As you walked you kept your head low, but tried to look like you were looking for something in order to keep up the lie Kendra announced. In reality you were making sure you didn’t see any familiar Kattegat faces.

You followed Kendra’s instructions and didn’t call any attention to yourself at all, your body remembering exactly how to blend into a crowd without being noticed.

The river was in the woods behind the market square, which was thankfully not busy as the sun was setting. Most vendors and merchants were packing away for the day as you passed them, and you heard their conversation.

‘I thought for sure it was gonna be a fight when that ship pulled in! All for nothing! Just a cripple who can’t keep a woman!’ an old man griped as he put away his dried fish.

There was a younger man helping him, probably an apprentice since you didn’t recognize him from the shed.

‘And pathetic enough to chase her across the world.’ the young man laughed.

Their words made your stomach almost lurch.

Still you didn’t increase your speed or stray from your path to the river, at last you arrived and found Megan in the water weeping silently.

‘Megan?’ you called softly, looking around to make sure the two of you were truly alone.

She turned to you, startled, and you saw the redness of her eyes and briefly wished you could soothe her right now.

However, you simply didn’t have that luxury.

‘Get out of the water now, get dressed quickly.’ you instructed as you stood on the banks.

‘What is-’

‘No time, we are leaving tonight and I need you to get dressed now Megan!’ you snapped before she could ask questions.

To her credit, Megan got out of the water immediately and dressed quickly without any further questions. She had a look in her eyes and you imagined that your face looked the same way when you decided to leave Ivar’s estate.

Once she had gotten back into her shoes you took her hand tightly in your own and began leading her to the butcher’s home.

You could see uncertainty in Megan’s eyes, but she followed, letting you lead her to what she prayed was a safe haven from her life as a bed warmer.

The butcher was a very wealthy man and his home reflected it. Of course it was close enough to the markets, and it was one of the largest homes outside of nobility.

Now that you had made it here you realized with absolute horror that Kendra hadn’t given you any further instruction past this point.

You didn’t know if you should wait outside the front entrance, or hide behind the house; Dear Lord you didn’t even know if the butcher would punish unclaimed thralls on his property.

Just as a panic was beginning to form in your head, the door opened and Dawn invited them in as if she were the lady of the house. Standing boldly at the entrance and well dressed, if not for her face still being smudged with ashes from cooking today you wouldn’t know she was just a slave.

‘Come in! Quickly before I have you both lashed!’ she barked coldly.

Her harsh tone snapped you out of your confused stupor, you and Megan hurried inside.

Kendra was here as well, but she didn’t seem at all confused about Dawn’s familiarity with the butcher’s home. Inside the decor was impressive, the hearth burning strong as a boar was roasted on a spit, the tempting scent filling the room. The butcher gave it a turn before facing you all directly but his eyes were very focused on you in particular.

He was a big bearded man, with mostly greying hair but he was clearly still able bodied enough to earn his living.

‘Before anything happens you will answer me honestly girl.’ he said.

You nodded.

‘Are you the Princess them warriors are here to take back to your husband, Ivar the Boneless, Son of Ragnar?’

Of course you knew logically that the crew would explain why they were here, but you weren’t prepared to be questioned. Still, you needed help and lying wouldn’t help you now.

‘Yes.’ you confessed.

You felt Megan release your hand and she turned to look at you with hurt and betrayed eyes, but you took her hand again and held it firm.

‘I am (Y/N), Princess Consort of Kattegat. My husband is a cruel man, more cruel than any man you have ever laid your eyes on. He forced me into marriage, he raped me, he humiliated me and he burned my posessions to ash. I stowed away in a box for weeks and chose to be a slave rather than his wife. I am begging you, please do not turn us away.’ you answered.

You hoped that he’d believe you, but you prayed Megan would see that you hadn’t meant to lie or betray her, that every second you spent at her side in silent solidarity was real.

The butcher cursed and sat down in a large chair as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

‘Finn?’

This time it was Dawn who spoke up, she walked over to the man’s side and placed a practiced hand onto his.

‘You promised, you promised and I’ve agreed.’ she said seriously but in a very soothing tone.

‘Everyone stop!’ Megan shouted before Finn the butcher could respond to Dawn.

All eyes were on her now, she looked like a shivering lamb that had fallen into a pond. Her hair was still wet and she was shaking from the cold, but she didn’t look scared. She looked frustrated and confused as she watched her fellow Christian Sister be so familiar with a heathen.

‘Tell me what is happening. Dawn, why are you dressed like that, are we escaping or not?’ she asked.

Dawn and Kendra shared a look before Dawn sighed.

‘Meeting you girls has been my biggest blessing in all the years I’ve lived as a slave, and I never want you to forget that.’ the older woman began as she walked over to you and Megan.

‘You three are escaping.’ Dawn explained.

‘Are you not coming with us?’ you asked.

‘Finn has sent a messenger to the Great Hall, he has paid the Earl for my freedom and blessings for our marriage.’

Marriage?

You looked behind Dawn at the butcher who was still rubbing his eyes in his chair. Dawn was going to marry this Pagan to grant you safe passage out of the city, just as you had married Ivar to save your Sisters back home.

‘You can not do this.’ you rejected.

‘It is done, as his wife I have the authority over thralls. We are going to send you to Herning, Finn has family there that will publicly grant you all freedom. The journey will be long, but there are two horses he-’ Dawn explained hastily before Finn took her hand in his, effectively interrupting her.

‘We…have two horses to spare and can give you all cloaks and food for the road.’ the man said firmly; immediately you understood why he was helping and why Dawn hadn’t taken his aid earlier.

Finn loved her; must have been in love for a long time too if he was willing to smuggle Earl Sven’s slaves out of Brande. Dawn accepting his hand in marriage only now, when it was your only chance of survival, made you feel like you had personally damned her soul and life. 

‘Sister Dawn, I cannot accept you doing this for me.’ you said, the guilt already crushing your lungs.

Dawn smiled sweetly, in that motherly way that she often did as she placed a kiss on your cheek. She did the same with Megan and Kendra, who both still looked like they were holding their breath waiting for this incomplete plan to fail.

‘Please do not weep or grieve for me. I have loved this man since I first caught him shorting me on the pork, he is a good man and I trust he will treat me well as his wife.’ the older woman assured, sending her new husband a smile you don’t think you could ever imitate.

‘Why? If you love him, why have you been slaving all these years?’ Megan asked incredulously.

‘I had my faith, and you all…and because I was afraid to love a heathen, afraid to be married to one and become one. Now I can keep you all safe and marry a big old fool that loves me even when our Gods disagree.’

Of all the strange and foreign things you had seen since you had been dragged away from England, this was by far the most unbelievable. A truly happy marriage between a Christian and a Viking.

A male slave came into the home, not bothering to knock, or more so being unable to as his arms were full of modest fur cloaks. The man was clearly a field hand, being large and clearly well fed to become so visibly strong. He was maybe Kendra’s age, nineteen, with blond braided hair and green eyes that never met anyone else’s.

‘Good lad! Hand them out quickly, we must get you all out of the city before people begin leaving the feast.’ Finn instructed.

The feast. You had been so concerned with simply following Kendra’s instructions that you had forgotten that there was a feast taking place in the Great Hall at this very moment. Hilda was probably already taking notice of the absence of four slaves, hopefully the feast would keep her too busy to spare sending anyone to look for you all.

You were handed a fox fur cloak and you quickly put it on, noting that this commoner's fur was the finest and warmest material you had worn since arriving in Brande.

‘It’s only just started by the look of things, the streets are nearly empty. We have enough time to prepare the horses and nothing else. I will saddle them now.’ the slave reported as he tried to leave, but the butcher stopped him with a whistle.

‘These women are to be your companions and charges; they are dear friends to my wife. I am holding you personally responsible for their safety, Rolf.’ Finn warned severely.

The slave named Rolf, nodded and left just as abruptly as he’d arrived.

‘Are we leaving here? Really and truly leaving this place to go be free somewhere else?’ Megan asked, her voice nearly shaking in her hope.

‘Yes, we are leaving, it is up to God to decide if we make it to freedom.’ Kendra said, as she held on to her worrying friend’s hands in support.

‘Freedom.’ you said.

Have you ever truly had freedom? When you were back home you were not free to choose a husband, in Kattegat your husband Ivar owned the air in your lungs and in Denmark you were an actual slave. Could you really go somewhere new and actually be allowed to make your own choices? 

Choose what you will be doing, what you will eat,  who you will meet, praying in peace even if it's only in the safety of your own humble home.

‘(Y/N).’ Megan called out to you weakly.

‘I am sorry, I couldn’t tell you the truth. I-’ you began to apologize.

‘I understand, you never lied to me. Even if he is your husband, if he treated you like a bed warmer then that is life you escaped. God knows the sins we commit and the sins done against us.’ she smiled as she hugged you tightly.

Soon you felt Kendra and Dawn join in and you just felt them there with you, and you revelled in the fellowship.  

‘Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for guiding us to find each other when we were in our darkest moments. We pray you will watch over us and all who have shown us kindness, let them be healthy and prosper here on Earth. Amen.’ you prayed aloud.

You looked up and saw that Rolf had returned and both he and Finn looked uncomfortable with your openly Christian display.

‘And may the Gods bless you both, may they keep your fields plentiful and your fishing nets full.’ you said sincerely.

These men were not Christian, but they were kind and you were truly thankful for their help. They were putting not only their reputations in Brande at risk by freeing slaves, but their lives as well if Ivar’s men found you.

‘May the Gods watch over you all as well, now it's time. Follow Rolf, he knows the way and he knows how to stay out of sight.’ Finn smiled appreciatively.

For the last time you looked over Dawn’s face, searching for any sign that she was not doing this willingly.

Her face was flustered as she hastily helped secure Megan’s cloak, but there were no tears or any of the general puffiness that crying brings. Her hands were not shaking and whenever she glanced over at Sven only gratitude and love was visible in her expression.

Even as Megan and Kendra followed your guide out into the night, you watched the couple.

‘He will not harm me.’ she assured.

Deciding to believe her, if only to placate yourself, you followed your new band of refugees.

‘Hurry this way to stables.’  Rolf ordered before walking off.

You all followed close behind, your heads turning every which way looking out for spying eyes. Rolf did not turn his head once, as if he knew there was no possibility that anyone would dare spy on the noble butcher’s lands.

The stable was astoundingly far from the main longhouse, or at least if felt that way. By the time you had finally set eyes on it up close your thighs were burning. Rolf pulled a carrot out of the cargo one of two saddled horses was hauling.

‘We’ll have to ride doubles.’ he said, not looking back at you as he split the carrot to give both the horses a treat before the journey truly began.

Megan gripped your arm fiercely, and of course you understood why. After only knowing pain from a man’s touch it can become difficult to have any contact with men, she couldn’t ride with Rolf.

You and Kendra looked over at each other and silently Kendra agreed she would ride with the Viking.

Rolf helped you all mount then gave instructions on how to lead the horses and stay saddled if they took off running.

Once he was done with his rushed warnings he commanded his and Kendra’s horse to begin walking, you and Megan followed behind him much less gracefully. You had never properly ridden a horse before, but you found it enjoyable immediately.

The bounce as the horse walked the uneven path, the wind blowing in your face and hair, and the thought that God sent this animal to carry his children to safe haven.

Rolf led your group away from the Great Hall and market, instead you entered the woods leading to the river you had dragged Megan away from nearly an hour ago. However, Rolf did not follow the foot path, instead he passed it by.

‘We will follow the river until nightfall, when we stop to rest the horses we will wash to try covering our scent before we leave. The Earl will need permission from the neighboring Earl to search his lands, by the time it's granted we should be in Herning.’ the man informed.

‘Shouldn’t we wash the scent now? That way they can’t follow us the whole way out of the city?’ Kendra asked.

‘No, he’s right. If we are found while we’re still on his land, it won’t matter if the scent is on us or not. Earl Sven will turn me over to my husband and then do Lord knows what else to the rest of you. We need to put as much distance between us and here as we possibly can before sunrise.’ you replied.

The ride was quiet and tense, no one daring to speak, everyone of you listening closely for approaching footsteps. Even Rolf, who walked so confidently to the stables, was now turning his head occasionally as he led the way.

On and on it went, the tense silence as you all crept through the night following the flow of the river. Every time the wind rustled the leaves one of you looked to make sure it wasn’t guards catching up to you.

It was only after the sun began its rise on to a brand new day did you all breathe a small sigh of relief. It had been a tense eight hours on horseback, but you had survived the night. 

You would not be waking up to Hilda’s stick today, and she would not be giving you orders; she no longer had that power over you.

Because you were no longer a slave, not quite yet a free woman…but you were certainly not a slave anymore.

[persefolli]

about the tonowari x reader x ronal thing:

their wife/spouse is someone who doesn't really have a big role like them, like a fisherman or a farmer, and just gets giddy when they or the kids want to help/join her.

bonus if the Sully's meet her and is like, "so... what are you?" and her family gets low-key offended and pissed, lol.

just a thought

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭!

“Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice in the distance. You looked up from the field and saw Tsireya running over, holding her satchel.

“Hello Reya. What brings you to this side of the reef?” 

She groans and sets her bag near your mauri pod, “Mother said you haven’t met the Sully’s yet and it's been two weeks.”

“Ah..I mean-”

“She wants you to come to dinner.”

You smiled and tilted your head. Reya shared the same expression. The both of you knew when Ronal “wanted” something, there was no choice, no way out. You weren’t getting out of this dinner.  

“I decided to come and help you make a grand impression. You can make our favorite dish. That is if you have some ovumshroom growing.”

“Oh I always have some in the chamber. Go grab the hoe.” You waved Tsireya to the small makeshift pod..or shed you had specifically for farming tools.

You smiled brightly watching Tsireya get to work, picking at the ground to see if she can find any fresh ovumshroom to pick out. While she did that, you went to sprinkling fertilizer over the newest crops you planted earlier that day.

Farming always brought you a sense of joy. It was calming, especially being away from the hustle and bustle of the village. Ronal and Tonowari insisted you move to that side of the reef, just so you could be closer to the family, but you insisted on staying where you were. The sun hit this part of the reef better and the soil was much more suited for planting and curating the plants you worked with.

After a while, you retreated back into your marui pod, where Tsireya was already sitting, peeling the shroom and humming to herself.

“Make sure to save the stubs. I can-”

“Replant them. I know.” She giggled and you ruffled her hair a bit. 

You moved to clean yourself up, putting on the nice clothing Ronal and Tonowari gifted you for nights like this. Ronal would throw a fit if you walked in wearing your farming clothes, but you would do anything to appease your lover.

A knock at the entrance caused you and Tsireya to look up. It was Ao’nung.

“I’m not too late am I?”

Tsireya threw a shroom stub at him and giggled. 

“Not at all,” You said. “You might wanna start boiling some water.

The teens worked happily in your kitchen as you tidied a bit. It warmed your heart to know that kids, especially of their age still enjoyed the simplicity of farming and cooking. Tsireya opened up to you once about how it was a nice way to get away from the training and practices of being the princess.

Ao’nung was less vocal about his enjoyment, but he kept coming around so that was a plus.

The three of you worked until sunset, creating an ovumshroom stew with fish and porridge, one of your favorites.

“Now who's gonna help me carry this across the reef?” You said playfully. Tsireya walked up but was pushed back by her brother.

“Let the future Olo’eyktan handle this.”

“Hey! Dad said I still have a good chance.” Tsireya rebutted. 

“We’ll see about that.”

---

After a long walk, the three of you finally arrived at their home. Ronal had a scowl on her face, and you smiled awkwardly. “I brought food.”

“At least you didn’t come empty handed.” She huffed. 

“I came as fast as I could.” You said lowly, realizing the Sully family was already inside the pod.

Ronal went back to announce the food was ready, and the navi began pouring in. You poured the porridge into their bowls as they stood in a line, chatting and smiling brightly at the warm meal. When it was Neytiri’s turn, she held her hand up before you could fill her bowl. 

“I can pour it myself, thanks.”

“Oh there’s no need, I insist.’ You politely said, holding up the spoon.

“I rather not…have someone like you pouring my food.”

“Someone like me?”

The room fell silent at your high-pitched voice that radiated from shock. 

Ronal was standing not too far from the two of you with a nasty glare on her face. Tonowari also had a look of disapproval displayed across her face.

“In the forest we don’t have servants.”

Ronal hissed, and Tonowari stood, walking over to stand close to his wife.

“She is no servant.” Ronal said harshly.

“That's Y/n. Mom and Dad’s girlfriend.” Ao’nung said a little unphased from the situation. 

Everyone watched as Neytiri's face changed, going into shock. She fell silent, and a thick draft blew through the pod. She nervously giggled before nodding.

“Enlighten me Ms. Sully. What about Y/n made you think she was-”

“It’s fine Ronal.” You chimed in, trying to deescalate the situation. In Neytiri’s defense you were wearing less formal clothing and you were serving the food. It wouldn’t take much to put two and two together. 

“I apologize.” Neytiri said.

“It was an honest mistake.”

“Mistake my foot.” Ronal mumbled, 

Tonowari placed a hand on his wife's shoulder and nodded, giving everyone the non-verbal signal that we could all move on from the mistake. 

The pod was still quiet by the time you sat to eat, everyone, even the kids, scared to break the tension that floated in the air. You looked around to see if anyone would perk up, but everyone was either focused on their food or frowning. 

You made eye contact with Jake, and you can tell he was about to take his chance with damage control. 

“Would it be rude to ask how this came to be?” 

You smiled and chuckled. “Well Ronal initiated everything. IIf she wants something she won't stop until she has it.”

Tonowari looked over at Ronal who had a bit of a flushed expression on her face. “Well Ronal here saw Y/n dancing around the bonfire, and went to join in. This was when the kids were…Tuk’s age, maybe younger.” Tonowari started. “After that night we wanted to meet with her more, but we didn’t see her around the village. Ronal tried convincing me for weeks that she was indeed Metkayina and not from some other clan.”

“I found her playing with rakes on the other end of the reef.” Ronal said.

“I was plowing the sand, not playing with rakes.”

“Same difference.” Ronal sighed. “I saw her..thought she would make a great addition.”

“Whatever makes Ronal happy.  I told myself.” Tonowari smiled. “But… Y/n makes me happy too.”

After an eye roll from Ronal everyone in the pod laughed, dissipating the once tense room. 

Once dinner ended, and the Sully’s retired to their own pod, you stayed behind to help clean the mess that was left behind. You noticed Ronal washing the dishes intensely, so you walked over and leaned to look at her.

“Ronal.”

“That Neytiri woman. I don't like her.” She said scrubbing the dish.

“It was an honest mist-”

“I allow her to seek Uturu and she comes to my home and disrespects me, you- us!” She stammers.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to face you. “Ronal….it's fine. Listen, I'm not offended. We're from two different worlds, I've accepted I may not be treated with respect like you and Wari.”

“But you should be!” She says sternly.

“Ronal.” You placed a kiss on her cheek. “As long as I am with you two I am just fine. I don't care what people say about me, or how they treat me, because you and Wari are the only two people whose opinion matters.”

Ronal looked at you before sighing and nodding, giving in, like she always did. Tonowari walked over and smiled at the sight of you two embracing.

“And you,” Ronal turned to her husband. “You did not defend me.”

“Sweetheart you did a better job than I could’ve. And I would rather not get into women's business.”

Ronal stood quiet before nodding. “You have a point.”

[maidragoste]

Sapphire

part of the universe of "the queen and her husbands"

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

In the first months of Aemond's return to King's Landing, he never removes the patch around his children. He is afraid of their reaction to seeing his scar and that he lacks an eye. He is sure that Aemon and Baelon will be afraid if they see him and he could not bear his children to be afraid of him again. He does not want to return to the first days of his return where they cried every time he tried to raise them. So he always has the patch. It doesn't matter how many times you insist on your husband who took it out when you four are alone and you assure you that nothing bad will happen, he doesn't want to risk it.

Until a warm day, Aemond can no longer bear the patch and decides to remove it for a moment just because Aemon is asleep in his lap and plans to put it back before his son wakes up. Aemond is so absorbed in his reading that he does not realize that Aemon is awake until he feels a small hand touching his face. The prince looks at him expectantly, ready to listen to a cry or a scream but that doesn't happen.

And when you enter the chambers and you find one of your children standing in your husband's lap trying to remove the sapphire from his eye you cannot help laughing. You are not surprised after all, your children seem obsessed with playing and playing with the sapphire of your necklace.

Later when Baelon returns from spending the afternoon with his grandmother and Aemond has his patch again. You and your husband are sitting on the floor playing with the twins when Aemon proudly shows his twin his new discovery, raising the Aemond patch and exposing the sapphire. You notice how your husband is tense fearing that maybe Baelon reacted badly and smiled at him waiting to give him a little confidence.

Then Baelon shouts excitedly and now it is both twins who try to remove their dad's sapphire.

You laugh while you get up and rise to Baelon moving away from Aemond.

"I told you that you had nothing to worry about," you say smiling and dodging Baelon's little kicks.

To the consternation of Aemon, your husband also gets out on the floor. He looks at him for a moment before playing with his other toys.

"Do you want me to tell you that this time you were right?" says Aemond, taking Baelon away from you, he would rather suffer from a kick than you end up hurt.

"I'm always right"

"No, you don't."

Before you can complain Aemond kisses you making you forget about any thoughts.

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

human!reader calling jake daddy everywhere😫😳

JAKE IS JUST SO DADDY OMFGGG

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“Daddy.”

The first time you said it, Jake paused. You called him Daddy. And the things that did to him.

He hadn't slept that first night, his hand fisted around his thick cock as he replayed the way you'd said that word over and over again. He groaned at the mere thought of what you'd look like riding his cock, your pretty eyes wet with tears of pleasure, the word Daddy leaving you in moans as he fucked you dumb...

He'd encouraged you to use the nickname. So now you do just that. All. The. Time.

“Daddy,” you say as Jake walks around the lab, playing with a few of the chem kits, “pass me that jar.”

You motion to a jar full of some kind of plant and he grabs it. He walks to you, holding the item out to you. But just as you're about to reach for it, he raises it above your head. Way above.

You pout a little, giving him a look. “Daddy,” you whine in complaint. “I need the samples.”

“You didn't say please, baby,” he teases, grinning as his hand trails down your spine. “Ask nicely.”

“Please, give me the jar,” you say, staring up at him.

He grins, leaning towards you. He kisses your forehead softly, your scent invading his senses. He hands you the jar, his heart fluttering as you smile softly.

While you turn to your work, he moves to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Daddy,” you say softly, giggling as you lean back into his embrace.

It's a sweet moment at first. But it's quick to transform.

Jake is obsessed with you. With how much smaller you are, how strong he is compared to you. How you're everything that reminds him of Earth while also being part of his new life. The sensation of you in his arms, this pretty little thing he can toss around so easily, always turns him on.

He thinks about grabbing you and just bending you over the lab table you're working on, but he knows your research is important to you.

So, he asks, “Does this need to be timed?”

“What? This?” You hold up the vial where you're measuring one component or another.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing your cheek gently.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Because...,” he whispers, moving a little so his hardening cock presses against your back. Your breath hitches, he hears it.

He can't wait to hear you cry out his name.

His hands move down to your hips, gently massaging your delicate skin. “Is that a yes, baby?” he asks lowly.

You turn around to face him, those big doe eyes so fucking pretty...

You nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

You—sweet, young, tiny little thing—are giving him permission to do whatever he wants to you. And he won't waste the opportunity.

He grins. “That's my good babygirl.”

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I think I kinda got off-track??? This was supposed to be a daddy fic and ended up being something else 😭😭

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[lisinfleur]

His trash, my treasure: Ubbe's story would be like...

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Author’s Notes | Onde more for you guys! Info | Viking Age AU. Inspired by Ubbe’s reaction in Ragnarssons In: His trash, my treasure. ⁑ Warnings: Warnings

Sneaks into her life one step at a time. 

How pretty is your little girl, isn't she?

As pretty as her mother, indeed. 

Little praises all the time, seasoned by his beautiful smiles always open for her.

She's smart. 

She's intense! 

What man wouldn't be blessed with a child so full of life!?

What man wouldn't feel blessed with such a woman all for himself?

Doesn't want to speak about the ex.

He threw away his place, let us throw away his memory. 

Men like this don't need to be remembered... 

Slowly erases her ex-husband's memories. 

Slowly takes it upon himself to build a new story for this family.

This family.

His family. 

There is not a single soul in Kattegat that would say it differently. 

Doesn't stop until the little girl can barely remember she had a father before him. 

Doesn't stop until the woman misses it one day. 

And call her ex-husband by the wrong name without notice.

Opens a big smile when it happens. 

Rats must be forgotten. 

Spoils to the victor, after all.

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[corpsedaydream]

Why you had to break my heart like that with Paint Wars? 🥺😭 It's so gooood! Are you going to make a part 2? 👉👈

the people requested angst, and i don’t fuck around when it comes to angst 😌

[thefanficmonster]

hiii! can you write dating corpse hc please? thank you❤️

Of course, darling! Hope you enjoy 💕

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety/anxious tendencies, Swearing, Mentions of panic attacks

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Corpse, as we all know, is a very private person

All his life he's convinced himself it's more convenient to be single than fall for someone only for it along with him as a person to fall apart when it wouldn't work out

He's been used to relationships not working out all his life

And sadly had the same outlook when he met you

But, you were his reason to believe in happy endings after all

Well, not exactly endings since the two of you are still going strong

Here are just some of the things that have helped it be that way

Ordering for him at drive-thrus 

Keeping the relationship on the downest of lows

Being in the room with him while he streams to keep him company and keep him feeling safe and calm

Listening to him filming horror story narrations (which easily put you to sleep)

Being there for him through the toughest nights and brightest days

Making him smile even when tears are running down his cheeks 

Turning him into the cuddliest teddy bear

And getting used to being treated like the only important person in the world

Because that’s exactly how Corpse treats you

He never misses an opportunity to express his love to you and shower you with his adorable gestures of affection

And that’s why the two of you are relationship goals

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Tuffy

Pairing: Arvin Russel x reader

Synopsis: you win Arvin a teddy bear, and he acts like he doesn’t like it

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Arvin pulled up to the annual town fair in his beat up old car and parked out front. He lit a cigarette, spotted Lenora near the entrance, and made his way over to her.

“You girls ‘bout ready to go?”

“Just about.” Lenora answered. “Y/n was just finishing up at a game. Oh, there she is.”

“Arvin!” You ran up to them with a teddy bear in your arms. “Thanks for driving us home. Don’t you want to go in at least on ride?”

“Nah. I don’t trust these things in the slightest.” He smiled at you in your high waisted shorts and button up shirt.

“See? I told you he was no fun.” Lenora teased her brother and poked his side.

“Well since you didn’t want to come with us, I won this for you at the balloon game.” You proudly held out the teddy bear you’d been holding. “Since you’re too much of a tough guy to win your own.”

It was a classic carnival plush with a cheap red bow tied around its neck, but Arvin adored it right away. He accepted the teddy bear from you and looked at it, fighting the massive smile that wanted to break out on his face. He didn’t want to stray from his typical cold and uncaring exterior, so he didn’t let it show on his face how much it meant to him.

“Oh. Thank you.” He said softly. “But I’m not much for dolls. You should keep it.”

“It’s not a doll. It’s a teddy bear.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I’ve been holding it all night, so it smells like my perfume. And I won it for you so you better keep it, tough guy. It’s yours.”

“All right.” He smiled shyly, grateful that you were letting him keep it. “Not sure what I’ll do with it, but I’ll keep it. Thanks, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome, Arvin” You said as you linked your arm through his. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

A few weeks later, you didn’t join Lenora in the back of Arvin’s car like you usually did. He almost always drove the two of you home after school, but you were nowhere to be found that particular day.

“Y/n didn’t need a ride today?” Arvin asked with slight disappointment.

“She was running late so she said she was gonna walk home.” Lenora told him.

“Oh.” He nodded. “Okay.

“Why? Do you miss her?” Lenora teased.

“Shut up.” He blushed. “Just want to make sure she has a safe way home.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Lenora said, so he let it go. He checked back in a few hours later with Lenora to see if you’d made it home safe.

“Do you know if Y/n made it home yet?” He asked.

“She hasn’t called me yet, so probably not.” Lenora realized. Arvin frowned and looked out the window, not liking the thought of you walking home with how hard the rain was coming down.

“It’s pouring out. She’ll catch her death.” He said as he grabbed his car keys.

“So will you if you try to find her. You know how slippery your tires get.” Lenora reminded him as she followed him to the door.

“I don’t want her walking alone in the rain.” Arvin said as he slid his jacket on. “Imma go get her.”

Arvin got in his car and drove in the direction of your school. A few miles up the road, he saw you walking with your backpack over your head.

“Y/n!” He called out the window. “Get your ass in the car now.”

“Arvin?” You squinted in his direction. “Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He pulled up beside you. “Get in.”

“How’d you find me?” You asked as you got into his backseat. “And how’d you know I was out here in the first place?”

“Lenora told me you was foolish enough to walk home in this weather.” He said as he looked at you in the rear view mirror.

“I didn’t realize it was gonna rain. Sorry, Arvin.” You apologized to him, making him feel guilty for how he spoke to you. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just worried about you.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, darling.” He said in a softer tone. “And you don’t have to sit in the back either.”

“Um, I think someone’s already sitting in the passenger seat.” You smiled a little and adverted your eyes.

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows before looking beside him. Sitting there in his passenger seat was the teddy bear you had won him a few weeks before. To make the sight even more embarrassing, the teddy bear was buckled in with a seatbelt. He had forgotten that he put the bear there and now there was no hiding the fact that he drove around with it.

“Oh.” He blushed and grabbed the bear. “Him.”

“Is that the bear won for you?” You asked coyly. “From the carnival?”

“Yeah. It is.” He adverted his eyes as you climbed into the front seat.

“Why did he have a seatbelt on?” You chuckled as he set the teddy bear on his lap.

“It’s very dangerous to drive without a seatbelt.” He said seriously. “You know that, darling.”

“But he’s just a teddy bear.” You bit back a smile at the way he was behaving. You’d into ever seen him frowning or fighting, so it made you happy to hear him being silly with you.

“A teddy bear you won for me.” He reminded you as he smiled down at the bear. “That makes him special. I gotta protect him.”

“Arvin.” You swooned. “You really kept it? That’s so cute.”

“People don’t usually give me things.” He said quietly. “So he means a lot.”

“Did you name him?” You asked hopefully.

“Yes.” He said softly. “He’s called Tuffy.”

“Why?” You wondered curiously.

“Cause you always call me tough guy.” He admitted without looking at you. He hadn’t planned on showing you the softer side of him, but you seemed to be enjoying it.

“Can I see him?”

“Careful not to get him wet. Can’t replace him.” Arvin warned, proving further to you how much he cared about the bear.

“I didn’t think you cared that I won him for you.” You said in disbelief. “Didn’t think you cared ‘bout anything, in fact.”

“I act tough, but I got a soft spot for you.” He said as he looked at you.

“Me and Tuffy, I presume.” You teased.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You and Tuffy.”

You looked down at Tuffy and held him to your nose, inhaling his scent for a moment.

“He smells like you.” You giggled. “Which means he smells like cigarettes and Old Spice.”

“Well he sleeps in my bed.” Arvin told you. “That’s why.”

“Arvin Russel.” You gasped. “You do not sleep with a teddy bear.”

“Said he sleeps in my bed. Not in my arms or nothing.” He chuckled as he took the bear back from you. He put Tuffy on his shoulder and rested his head on him as he looked at you.

“That’s a shame.” You nearly exploded from how sweet Arvin was being. “If I was sleeping in your bed, I’d want to be in your arms as well.”

Arvin opened his mouth to speak, but found himself too flustered to form a sentence. Before he could respond, you spotted something out the window and sighed.

“Oh no. It’s Chuck Greenwood.” You pointed out the window. “He’s got a crush on me. Never leaves me alone.”

“Do you like him too?” Arvin frowned a little as Chuck approached his car.

“Absolutely not.” You stuck your tongue out. “He’s nothing but a pest. Ugh. Here he comes.”

“Hello Y/n. You look awfully pretty, even in the rain.” Chuck smirked obnoxiously as he knocked on your window. “What’s the matter? Lenoras Bible didn’t tell you it was gonna rain?”

“Leave me alone, Chuck.” You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“And is that the Russel boy?” Chuck pointed to Arvin. “What are you doing driving around with a teddy bear? Did your mommy give it to you?”

“No. But your mommy did.” Arvin shot back.

“Can I see it? It looks so cuddly and soft. I just wanna hold it for a minute.” Chuck laughed as he reached for the teddy bear.

“Hands off.” Arvin smacked his hands away. “Don’t you inbreds have something better to do?”

“What could be better than picking on you and your fuzzy wuzzy teddy bear?” Chuck asked.

“It’s my teddy bear.” You lied as you took the bear off Arvin’s shoulder. “Arvin won him for me at the carnival last week.”

“Did he? Don’t tell me you two are going steady.” Chucks jealously got the better of him.

“Whats it’s to you?” Arvin smirked, liking your plan. “Not like you ever had a chance with her.”

“Whatever. Enjoy your teddy bear.” Chuck scoffed and walked away.

“We will! Bye!” You called after him before rolling the window up. “Did you see his face? We totally got him.”

“That’s what he gets for making fun of Tuffy.” Arvin smiled as you handed the bear back to him.

“Yup.” You agreed. “He’ll know not to do that again.”

You looked at each other for a minute, soft smiles on your faces as a comfortable silence settled in his car. The comforting sound of rain hitting his windows added to the soft ambiance in the car. You gulped and sat up a little, giving him all your attention as he nervously played with the bear.

“Darling.” Arvin began quietly. “What did you mean before when you said you’d want to sleep in my arms?”

“Well, you know.” You shrugged and played with your nails. “I’m just saying. If Tuffy ever needs a night off, maybe I could take his spot.”

“Well.” He smiled softly and cupped your face with his hand. “I’ll have to check with him first.”

You leaned forward and smirked against his lips before mumbling, “You’ll have to let me know what he says.”

“He should be fine with it.” He sucked in sharply against your mouth.

“Arvin?” You asked as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stop talking about your teddy bear.” You chuckled before connecting your lips to his.

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[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: The Alliance

Summary: While the princess hunts, Ivar learns how to be a good husband.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

For a few glorious seconds when she had first woken up she believed she would sit up and be in her quarters with Ivar beside her. Her dream of simply being his wife had been so vivid she felt in her bones it was the reality.

But the seconds only last so long and she feels the ache of sleeping on the hard ground as she opens her eyes to her tiny little shelter lit by rising sun.

She groaned in discomfort as she stood up and looked down at the rocky surface she laid on in distaste.

With what she knew to be a childish temper she walked over to the bloody bag that would have been her blanket and kicked it. She knew the fabric would have provided her little comfort, but it would have been better than nothing.

With a silent apology to the Great and Many she pulled out some more bread and biltong then tried not to glare at the bloody bag again. The lion had not only been unworthy of skinning, it was also unworthy of eating too, she complained silently.

Still, as she ate she knew she needed to do something with the carcass before its scent attracted trouble.

What was the best way to get rid of it alone, she wondered; considering abandoning it a few miles away from the shelter or even trying to burn the remains.

The idea of burning it made the princess feel wasteful, and even a tad bit sorrowful for the lion. It was a very respected animal and it seemed to have had a hard time living as long as it had before you crossed his path. Burning it properly and safely would take hours and every second of sunlight felt precious, and the Spirits would know that this body was wasted and not returned to the soil it was born in.

Soil…land, hunt; water…fishing?

The words had bounced around in her head in a weird procession of word association, soil is on land where you hunt, water is where you fish. What if she tried to fish on land?

(Y/N) quickly shoved the rest of her food in her mouth as she hurried to see how much rope she had left in her sack. It was only about twenty feet of twine, but it would have to be enough.

The next hour was spent preparing to go out and put her plan in motion, putting out the embers of the fire last night and shallowly burying a large portion of the lion's dismembered body a good visible distance away from her shelter and marking the spot with a large fallen branch.

(Y/N) had plans to cut out a widow in one of the walls of her shelter so that she could watch the burial site. If the first plan didn’t work out then she could hope to catch something digging up the free meal.

With that in mind she exited her humble dwelling, rope tied around the largest and best piece of meat the lion had to offer. The poor beast was really in bad shape and finding a piece of meat large enough to lure and entice anything had been ghastly work, but eventually she settled for the left hind leg.

She felt the burning sun above her as she walked towards the waterhole, the bait meat was hanging on her hip, tied tightly around her waist so her hands were free if she needed to fire an arrow.

Luckily, she didn’t run into any trouble on her way, reaching the trees that surrounded the water.

She knew from experience on previous hunts that most animals came to the warterhole to either bathe or drink so the trees were mostly empty. There were mandrills that kept to the denser trees where they had more shade, but she had no intention of getting in their way.

The princess took one large sip of water from her canteen before securing it along with the bow and arrows, the next part was not going to be easy and that excited her in the midst of her unease.

She had no idea if this hunting tactic would work, (Y/N) never even heard of any of the royal hunters attempting something like it.

‘Land fishing.’ she whispered before she began her first attempt at climbing a doum palm tree.

The bark was rough and splintery and the first initial step resulted in two red and raw palms that left her hissing.

She removed as many splinters as she could see, but her hands were still stinging.

The height and uniquely structured rough bark of the great tree were the largest hurdles for the time being, she couldn’t hold onto the leaf scars of the trunk without ripping them off the tree bark entirely.

She walked once around the tree, hoping to see something, anything on the tree that would make climbing it possible before noon.

There was nothing, the tree seemed in much better health than her lion visitor had been yesterday. She looked at her new dilemma and tried to find a new solution, but a sound of rustling leaves quickly distracted her, making her curse securing her weapon.

The sound was actually very far off, over where the mandrills were lounging in the thicker tree branches. The princess’s eyes followed the motion of fallen leaves and saw that a young infant had apparently fallen from a low branch of the tree.

In the next second the mother jumped into the grass to retrieve her screaming babe; (Y/N) made sure that she was not visible to either mother or child, ducking behind the trunk of the tree, and prayed the distance was enough to keep her scent from being noticed.

Mandrills moved in hordes and even as a wealthy princess, (Y/N) couldn’t afford to get their attention right now.

For a few stiff moments the mandrill sat still and searched for something other than her child, like she had caught a scent she didn’t like. The magnificent beast paced around the base of the tree, her head turning as she searched for any movement or sign of a threat.

The princess was as still as stone in her hiding spot.

She watched from behind her unclimbed tree as the mother mandrill placed her young onto her back and began climbing back to their sanctuary in the high branches.

Wide eyed the princess saw how the creature climbed, using the fragile leaf scars as steps rather than handles. Its powerful arms wrapped around the bark and interlocked the fingers so they connected like a belt as it pulled itself up higher until the leaves concealed them once more.

Of course she knew she couldn’t perfectly imitate the primate’s climbing but it had definitely given her an idea.

Carefully she untied the twine around her waist, making sure not to drop anything in case the mandrills were being cautious.

Once the twine was unravelled enough for her to wrap around both the tree and herself she tied it tightly behind her back. Looking again at how thin the twine was she made another loop around the tree and secured a second knot.

‘Please Great and Many, I want to marry that man. Be with me in this hunt and protect me, do not let me fail.’ (Y/N) prayed softly, feeling a breeze and hoping the wind carried your prayer to listening ears.

At last she gathered the strength to make a second attempt.

She leaned back feeling the twine support a large portion of her weight as she wrapped her arms around the trunk and pulled herself up using her arms. Once her feet were off the ground she gently placed them on the leaf scars and found that they held her weight well enough, but she wouldn’t push her luck.

Before the leaf scar could begin to snap under her foot the princess lifted her interlocked hands and pulled her body up higher as she moved her foot to the next scar, only a few inches off the ground but she tried to memorize the position and motion as she did it.

It took a large amount of strength to pull her own body weight along with her supplies and bait, but it also took an unprecedented amount of balance.

After repeating the motion about seven more times Princess (Y/N) found herself out of breath and with another twenty feet at least left to climb. Her arms, legs and abdomen were already beginning to ache and the rough texture of the twine seemed to be rubbing any skin it touched raw.

The sun was not yet fully peaked just yet and the shade the tree provided was heavily appreciated, but she felt drenched in sweat as she continued her strenuous climb.

Higher and higher she climbed, trying to focus on the next step she would take, but already she was not looking forward to doing this backwards on the way down.

As the beloved princess of Tunisia was trying to prove her worth as a valuable wife, Ivar was on his way to learn what it meant to be a good husband in Tunisian culture.

Of course he was genuinely interested in what the markets had to offer, but more than that he wanted to see the people. How they speak to one another, how the men show their affection and what the women found attractive.

Ivar had been truly touched by Princess (Y/N)’s assurances that she would be with only him even if he couldn’t please her, but he wanted to at least give her the best of what he knew he could.

He would learn every marriage custom and be sure he never did anything in ignorance to disrespect her as his wife.

It seemed the servant girl originally assigned the task of escorting them was experiencing her bleeding time and would not be available for a few days. So now Bintu was leading him along with the rest of his family out of the castle to begin the tour of the markets and the heavy mood that had dominated breakfast had mostly subsided.

Though Ivar suspected it was because Aslaug had chosen to stay behind with Queen Aza in court.

‘Your young royals are the ones who take these daily patrols?’ Hvitserk asked as they began their outing.

‘Yes, it is custom. Once they are educated enough, this teaches them what is happening among the people, to communicate it properly and put faces to the complaints.’ the older woman informed.

‘Who has been doing them while Princess (Y/N) was in Kattegat?’ Ivar asked.

‘A rotation of nobles, that way it’s harder for corruption to form. Lies start to fall apart when you involve large amounts of people to coordinate.’

‘I can confirm that, even now I’m King because an old man included the wrong people in his schemes against me.’ Ragnar sighed in reminiscence.

‘Sven told us how you and your magical boat builder overthrew your last King, it was a favorite with our young warriors. I imagine you will be asked to bless a few blades once we reach the market.’ their guide smiled.

‘Magical? Don’t let Floki hear you call him that…it would go right to that bald head of his.’ Ivar laughed.

‘Only a man with magic could build those long ships, even as the journey sickened me I appreciated the craftsmanship.’ Bintu said praisingly as they at last seemed to reach the market.

A large square with randomly placed carts, tables and tents, each accompanied by a merchant who had displayed their goods as intricately as possible to capture the attention of the passersby.

‘Speaking so fondly of other men now Bintu? Are you hoping to provoke me into acting rash next week?’ Sven asked as he approached their group.

He seemed to have been looking at a blacksmith’s cart before he noticed their arrival.

‘If I am? What could you do about it?’ Bintu challenged, but Sven only smiled fondly.

‘Nothing now, but I will remember.’ he said casually, but the look he gave the Tunisian woman was hungry and wanting.

Ragnar looked in amusement between the two, and a knowing smile crept its way onto his wrinkled face.

‘Ah, another union!’ the king teased.

Sven proudly raised his tunic and revealed a bloody bandage on the right side of his ribs.

‘Our Matrimonial Fight is next full moon. It won’t be a large event like Ivar’s but I imagine it will be a good show.’ the old man beamed.

Everyone gave their congratulations, even Bintu couldn’t keep her indifferent facade going in the midst of such celebration.

‘Thank the Gods, thought we’d see you two stumbling out of the boathouses for ages.’ Ubbe joked.

‘Our tour! You are interrupting our tour of the market! Go away, go train…just don’t be here!’ Bintu said quickly, pushing the jolly giant that was Sven back to the blacksmith’s cart before herding Ivar and his family further into the market.

Without the distraction of Sven and Bintu’s courtship Ivar began to look closer at the items on display.

Colorful fabrics with complicated designs and patterns, elegantly beaded jewelry, gold accessories, headdresses, strange spotted and striped furs, vibrant paints, spices, herbs, unfamiliar crops and so much more that Ivar didn’t even know how to describe.

‘What stall would you all like to see first?’ Bintu asked, her eyes still occasionally moving back to the Blacksmith’s cart.

‘I want to see what all you harvest.’ Ragnar answered for them all.

Bintu nodded and began to lead them to a section of carts and tables laid out with what appeared to be vegetables, grains and butchered meat.

The merchants had taken notice of their foreign audience and had begun to advertise their products vigorously.

‘The best biltong you can have!’

‘Fine potatoes and turnips. Perfect for even the most royal of meals!’

‘Palm wine! Honey sweetened and perfectly aged!’

There were so many people speaking Ivar had a hard time translating it all at once, but his family looked more and more excited the louder things got.

Soon their group had been separated despite Bintu’s wishes, everyone wanted to see different things that were scattered too far apart.

Hvitserk was tasting things at every cart, Ubbe was fascinated with the gold accessories on display, Ragnar spoke with a turnip farmer, and Sigurd had purchased what looked like a flute.

Ivar had taken longer than he wanted to reach the stand that interested him the most, his crutches really did slow him down.

‘Stylish cloaks! Perfect for every occasion and life saving in the winter season.’ the old woman said, her weathered hands presenting her collection that was displayed on a table.

There were all types of furs and even some beaded cloaks that Ivar couldn’t help touching as he greeted the woman politely.

‘Hello Elder, may I ask a few questions?’ he asked.

‘Of course, anything for our Prince Consort, many blessings to you and our princess. I’ve asked the Great and Many to guide her home safely for your wedding.’ the woman smiled brightly.

‘I thank you, I wanted to ask you what kind of animals are used in the finest cloaks? I would hate not to know the significance of what she presents to me after she has worked so hard.’

The old woman tutted and came around the table to hold his face, pinching his cheeks firmly.

‘Eh Eh, such a good good husband! Oh that blessed princess to find such a kind strong man! Sweet child, so much work goes into a cloak of any kind, but a warrior woman’s matrimonial cloak…I’ve seen women so determined they stitched full cloaks from rabbits alone.’ the woman spoke openly.

‘Those don’t tend to end well from what I’ve seen.’ she said quietly looking over her shoulder.

‘You didn’t hear it from me, but the salt merchant’s wife presented him with a cloak of rats! He accepted because she was a well sought out beauty, but now…come supper time, you can find her under the docks with all types of urchins!’ she laughed.

Ivar looked over at the salt merchant in amusement, he found the old woman’s presence comforting and warm. She spoke to him the way he imagined a grandmother would if he had one. She, like every other person Ivar had interacted with in Tunisia, said nothing about his legs and didn’t look at him like he had no right to exist.

‘The best animals are the large prey, pack animals and predators. Like this leopard here.’

Ivar looked at the cloak she pointed out and he was amazed by the orange black spotted pattern of the fur, he ran fingers through it.

He imagined what the leopard looked like before it was skinned to be this thick and large cloak in his hands. Then he imagined (Y/N) alone with one out in the desert that surrounded the capital village.

‘There are also gazelle, lion, wild boar, tiger, baboon, zebra, mandrill and hyena. Those are the best! Never seen an unhappy marriage for any couples with those furs, they are difficult to hunt successfully with a full party, it’s dangerous to do alone. Only women who are truly interested in the marriage seek these furs, even fewer have the skill to obtain it.’

‘How dangerous is it to do alone?’ Ivar asked, his worry growing.

‘Do not fret my pale patreon, I have lived in this village many years and I’ve seen Princess (Y/N) grow into such a skilled warrior. I am certain she will have a magnificent cloak to present to you, I will personally be helping her in the skinning tents when she returns.’

‘You are one of the skinners?’ Ivar asked.

‘No, but we all use the tents, and the best way to get the finest furs and leathers for your product is to help make it. It also doesn’t hurt if the skinners love your cooking, but again I did not tell you this.’ she smiled conspiratorially.

Ivar got the message; bribe the skinners with food.

‘Thank you Elder, I hate not to buy anything after taking so much of your time, please take this.’ Ivar took out a few gold coins and the old woman thanked him heavily and insisted he take at the very least a bright beaded bracelet.

‘Ivar, you have to try this fruit!’ Hvitserk called excitedly from a table so far away it made Ivar wince before he even began to approach it.

‘It had better be amazing.’ he mumbled as he finally got within reasonable hearing distance.

‘My brother, try this.’ his brother repeated.

‘Baobab fruit, my visiting friend. A local delicacy here, it dries naturally on the branch so the flesh is always perfectly preserved.’ the merchant advertised eagerly. Still holding the handful of golden coins Hvitserk must have given him.

Ivar looked at the strange fruit that littered the table, it looked more like a root vegetable or an odd type of melon. The merchant took out a knife and kissed the blade before he cut into the mysterious fruit.

‘Why do you…Ah Ivar.’ Hvitserk had started to ask but he seemed to have a hard time finding the correct way to ask his question in Derja, so he looked to Ivar for help.

Ivar sighed in annoyance but he looked to see what his brother was trying to ask; Hvitserk kissed the back of his own hand and pointed at the man’s knife.

‘My brother wants to know why do you kiss the blade?’ he asked.

The man shook his head as he removed the flesh from inside the fruit and placed it in a small clay bowl for Ivar to try.

‘Ahhh, it is a sad custom for widowers.’ the mad said.

Ivar’s hand froze on its way to reach into the bowl and he looked closer at the merchant he was speaking with.

This man was not elderly, nor did he look particularly sick or hard weathered. The Tunisian looked to be maybe a few years older than Ubbe, but his posture had changed after he gave his answer. His shoulders slumped and his head hung low as he seemed to caress the blade now.

‘My late wife’s last family blade…she died in childbirth and there is no child to pass this on to now. So I keep it with me, I ask it and her spirit to watch over me in my remaining years.’ he said softly, not looking at Ivar or Hvitserk, just his knife.

Ivar fought hard not to imagine himself in this man’s shoes; alone with no wife or child, just a knife that never gets to be inherited.

‘I am sorry for your losses,’ he said.

The man nodded in silent thanks before he straightened his composure, and put the knife back into the sheath.

‘No more widower talk, I’m sure you are interested in more positive things with a grand wedding to plan. My congratulations on winning the Matrimonial Fight for our sweet Princess (Y/N) I’m sure she will gift you an extravagant cloak.’ he beamed.

Ivar finally did get to try the Baobab, it was the strangest and sweetest thing he’d ever experienced. The flesh was sweet but dry and the seeds should not ever be thrown out, according to the merchant’s horrified expression when he first did it.

‘The seed can be crushed into powder, roasted or eaten raw.’ the man informed.

‘I’m going to convince father we need to add these to our trade, and I’m buying two barrels if he refuses. One way or another these are coming home with me.’ Hvitserk said, his voice determined.

‘I agree these are delicious.’ Ivar complimented and he gave the man a gold coin and took a few fruits and added them to Hvitserk’s bag.

‘Thank you for your story, may the Great and Many bless you.’ Ivar said before moving on to another cart.

‘Many Blessings, have this coriander for good health.’ said a kind young woman standing by a tent that smelled of fresh spice.

‘Congratulations! Please take these shell beads as my humble wedding gift.’ an old man said, handing Ivar a small rattling sack.

In all his years as a prince, Ivar had never felt so openly accepted. More than simply accepted, he felt as though for the first time he was being revered. No open glares, or cursed laughter when he passed by; all he saw was smiling faces directed at him as he limped along.

More and more people congratulated him as he passed, the merchant’s becoming less skeptical of them as they saw there was no ill intent on the pale unscared faces. And eventually, the young men began to interrupt Ragnar's exploring to nervously ask him to bless their various weapons, just as Bintu had teased.

Ivar soon had to offer seven gold coins for carrying his gifts to a passing young man, but the man refused; he insisted he was at the willing service of the royal family. Confused by the rejection, Ivar asked why.

‘I am not in need of it, the next person you meet might be.’ the man who introduced himself as Dele said as he walked alongside Ivar.

‘Ah! Our lucky man! Come come! I have by far the best wedding gift for any young married couple!’ a man exclaimed enthusiastically from under a tent.

‘Go, that is a tent you cannot afford to miss if you want to please your wife. Trust me.’ Dele urged with a smile.

‘Why?’ Ivar asked curiously as they turned to approach the tent.

‘I may not be married yet, but I can assure no woman has ever been upset seeing their husband coming out of there, look!’ his new companion said, pointing at a man exiting the tent behind the merchant.

He looked like the exact man (Y/N) said she would gladly overlook for Ivar; dark skin, long dreadlocks and a warrior’s physique. He walked over to a woman who smiled brightly as she looked around to see if anyone was watching.

When she noticed Ivar her eyes widened, she quickly hid her face in the man’s chest. He looked confused before he laughed and waved at Ivar happily, Ivar waved back and the woman dragged the cackling man away.

‘Good man, come inside.’ the merchant smiled as he ducked into his small tent.

Ivar followed, greatly appreciating the reprieve from the harsh sun. The tent had the strongest scent Ivar had experienced outside of a few select religious ceremonies.

It made him slightly lightheaded in a pleasant way.

‘Welcome Prince Consort, my congratulations! I have something special for your wedding gift.’ the merchant promised.

‘Thank you Uncle, may I say I am very curious about your trade. It seems infamous.’ Ivar complimented.

‘Ah, the Great and Many push me to be humble, but I must confess I picked a great trade.’ the man smiled as he searched for something in a crate of what looked like organized painted eggs.

‘What is it exactly that you offer?’

‘I offer what everyone needs, a little help.’ the man grinned, and Dele failed to restrain his laughter.

‘Help?’ he asked.

‘Aphrodisiacs! A little bit of the right herbs can help keep even the most mundane of married couples happy. Instead of passionless nights; imagine your wife wanting you so much she loses her senses for hours, then imagine having the stamina to satisfy her fully.’ the man explained.

Ivar’s eyes widened, his brows probably touching his hairline; he could hear Dele laughing outright at his expression but he knew his face wasn’t warming from shame.

‘No need for shyness. The tent gives you privacy, in here we are all people, merely seeking a little…help.’ Dele assured as he placed his arm over Ivar’s shoulder in a friendly way.

Between the overwhelming scent that surrounded him and the unfamiliar friendly faces, the young prince couldn’t help opening up. Speaking freely on one of his deepest secrets in front of total strangers.

‘What if you’ve never…been able.’ he asked in a small voice, waiting for the crude laugh that would rip this fantasy away from him.

No such laughter came, instead the merchant smiled as he went back to searching the eggs.

‘Fear not, I have just the thing for you my friend. I have something for absolutely everything and everyone. Have you never, or do you simply prefer pleasure alone?’ the merchant asked casually.

‘Nothing ever, not even alone…not once.’

The merchant hummed, then his smile widened; to his own surprise Ivar recognized the expression. A challenge had been accepted.

‘A blend I believe will be the best…Grains of Paradise surely yes, and Mondia Whitei for calming nerves and increasing hunger.’ the man muttered as he took out two eggs.

They were simple chicken’s eggs but they were clearly already cracked open and held together by strips of twine turning the potentially scandalous merchandise into eggs into easy to miss in an inventory.

Both were painted in extravagant patterns but they were notably different from each other.

‘Mix equal parts of this into your broth, about a pinch of each, two to three hours before you perform your husbandly duties. My gift to you and the Princess (Y/N), but if you are more interested I offer a variety of things to guarantee you a happy marriage.’

Ivar took the two eggs and studied them in wonder, he could hear the spices rattling inside the shells. He imagined following the instructions and being truly able to satisfy his betrothed on their wedding night.

‘What all do you offer Uncle?’

‘For first timers I strongly suggest burning Duffra incense, they are not overwhelming and slowly erase inhibitions and allow a woman’s desire to increase gradually. Also the scent is unforgettable, every time she burns these incense she will recall that first night.’

Ivar felt as if he were back in the Great Hall as a boy, sitting at Floki’s side and learning about the very first raids. Like it was one of the few Godly things men were capable of doing and he wanted to experience it.

He was unsure of how long he spent in the tent but he knew his gold purse was significantly lighter and Dele was carrying a larger load. Ivar learned everything he could while inside the tent, he asked every question that came to him.

Thankfully, Dele and the Merchant Chu’ Ku were happy to enlighten him, they answered his questions and gave him the societal sub-context he needed to navigate efficiently in public and behind closed doors with his wife.

For instance nudity was an odd concept here, if a person works outdoors they can be naked and it only means it is a hot day. However, being naked indoors is a show of trust with the person you sleep with. It made him feel somehow even better about the nights he lay beside (Y/N), and it made him miss her more.

Looking around the market he could see the crowd had reduced greatly and the sun was beginning to fall. Still a large number of merchant’s remained and he could see his family still wandering, and all of them had volunteers carrying their newly acquired treasures.

‘Good tent?’ Ubbe asked.

‘Of no use to any of you my brothers.’ Ivar said quickly.

He didn’t want them to know what he had needed “help” with, and he was certain his brothers had no issues exciting women. So why expose his own private blessing?

Ubbe looked curious for a moment but shrugged it off before moving to another cart. Ivar instructed Dele to take his things to the castle and return, he would ask the merchant’s to hold onto their gifts until the kind helper returned.

With that done Ivar went back to his own browsing, still accepting good wishes from almost every person he passed.

Then he saw something unbelievably recognizable in this strange place.

Crutches.

A whole collection of them leaning against a modest wooden table, a young boy stood by and smiled brightly up at Ivar’s astonished face.

‘Pale Prince, are you looking for new crutches? Mother was hoping to gift you some but she left to help a man home.’ the boy explained eagerly.

‘Dear child, has there been any war in Tunisia.’ Ivar asked.

The boy’s smile fell as confusion took over his expression, he shook his head no.

‘Why does your mother sell crutches?’ Ivar asked as he looked over the craftsmanship. They were wooden, unlike his bronze forged pair; they were taller and meant to hold the user under the arms and the bottoms were flat instead of spiked to stab into rich soil or wooden floors.

‘For the people who can’t walk?’ the boy said, as if it were so obvious it was a little concerning for the Prince to not know.

Ivar notices even smaller crutches that were so short they couldn’t possibly be for an injured warrior or field hand.

‘And are there many people…children who can not walk?’

‘Enough to get us by, but not make us rich; is what my mother says.’

Chike!’ a young woman scolded as she rushed to the child’s side.

‘My deepest apologies Prince Consort, my son has not been bled and doesn’t know the custom yet.’ she said quickly, her face struck with panic.

‘Not necessary, I am also still learning the customs so I do not know how to be offended.’ he soothed.

The woman sighed in relief and sent him a grateful smile.

‘Please, any you would like.’ she said, motioning to the display.

Ivar was fascinated not only by the crutches themselves, but also by the fact that this woman made enough selling them to support her family. That meant there were children like him born here that were never at risk of being left to die.

That Tunisian women did not discard imperfect babes, that (Y/N) would never be told by her friends to reject his children. It explained why none of the Tunisians stared or questioned him as he crawled past them that first meeting in Kattegat, to them he was not strange or wrong,

He found a pair that suited his height comfortably and gave them the same test he had performed on his first pair. These were much better suited for the hard dry soil and his weight was much easier to support while standing, but most importantly he could move noticeably faster.

‘Good choice, I hope my humble work can serve you well.’ the woman smiled, wrapping her arms over her son as she watched the prince.

When she did so Ivar noticed a familiar X shaped scar that had a horizontal line cut through it placed on her left forearm.

‘Tell me, I am so curious about your culture; what is it like to be married?’ he asked openly.

He found that simply was the way Tunisians spoke; openly, the same way they show their scars. No riddles or mind tricks, simply speaking directly and giving honest straightforward answers.

The woman looked down at her arm and smiled fondly at the scar.

‘I can not pretend to know the complexity of a royal union, but…simply being a wife and mother are my greatest joys. Waking up and knowing no matter what happens my husband will be at my side, that he works hard to provide for me and our child and that he would never allow any harm to fall upon us.’ she answered.

Ivar listened, hanging on to her every word, he wanted nothing more than to make (Y/N) feel the way this woman felt with her modest business and lack of status.

Loved.

He spoke with the woman more about the population of people who couldn’t walk, and learned that he could find any number of them in the healers tents on the other side of the market. There were several children born healthy that lost the ability to walk due to illnesses and others like him who were born that way.

These children would be trained in some craft that they could learn to live off of and they were most often taken in at the castle as royal workers where they can work within their limitations while also having their own servants for assistance.

At some point Dele found him again, carrying all the things the merchants had gifted Ivar while he was dropping off the first load.

‘NORTHMEN!’ Bintu called from the entrance of the market.

It seemed that their excursion had come to its end.

Ivar gave the sweet woman the remaining gold coins in his purse, and when she refused to accept he handed it to the child.

‘I do not know the customs…can you accept this favor?’ Ivar asked playfully.

The boy smiled, literally jumping in his excitement as he accepted the money.

‘I also do not know the customs, I will ask father during supper.’ the child grinned before running off.

The woman looked prepared to call her boy back but she saw the grin on Ivar’s face and admitted defeat.

‘Thank you.’ she smiled.

Ivar bid her farewell before joining the others at the entrance trail, where they all took immediate notice of his newest wedding gift.

‘A woman sells them…for all ages.’ he said.

They all again congratulated him and listened as he explained how these compared to his first crutches, and how he was already planning to visit the healers' tents to meet the others.

Ragnar came closer and allowed his son to lean against his side while he studied one of the crutches closely.

‘Better.’ he conceded.

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You looked at Neteyam in disbelief, lip trembling as he shielded the girl from your verbal lashings. After all the two of you had been through, he still went to protect his little side piece.

“That's okay.” You nodded. “When you're crying about the pressure of being the oldest in your family, don't call for me. When everyone turns on you don't come crying for me. You're on your own now.” You jabbed at him one last time before walking off.

Neteyam had been a close friend for a long time, but that changed after he confessed his feelings. To his luck you had been feeling the same way. Two years. The two of you were together for two years before he started his training. You understood becoming Olo’eyktan was nothing easy, but you didn't know why it meant he had to be so distant and cold. But that wasn't why. It was because of the new girl.

It was okay though, it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. Once he began to get distant you sort of prepared yourself to break up with him, but you didn't prepare for another girl to be involved.

Days went by and you found yourself doing a lot of exhausting things to avoid the Sully’s. You probably spent more time avoiding them than actually getting work done. You believed you succeeded in doing so, but that changed one day when Jake spotted you and made a beeline towards you. 

“Stop.” He noticed your figure about to sprint.

You halted in place, not daring to go against your Olo'eyktan's order.

“You haven't been around anymore.”

“Does it matter?” You snapped.

“Y/n you kno-”

“Don't come here trying to explain your cheating son's actions!” You accused him, turning and yelling at him.

“I'm not. I'm quite disappointed that he would do so.”

You fell silent and looked into his eyes. You could tell Jake was being genuine, and immediately, you felt bad for yelling at him.

“I just wanted to say you are always welcome. You don't need Neteyams chaperone to come visit.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Jake. Don't ever go back to calling me sir.” He lightly scolded. 

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You spent more time working on your crafting skills. It was a nice way to distract yourself for hours, and who wouldn't want their own custom weapons.

Jake found you carving a knife once, and laughed loudly at the wonky shape.

“I've never seen a knife like that before.”

“Shut up!” You hissed and went back to chipping at the wood.

“Here.” He pulled out a tactical knife, a metal one. “I had this when I was in the army. Still pretty useful.” He handed it to you.

“I'm not taking this Jake.”

“Who said I wanted you to keep it?” He said snarkily with a scoff. “Just look at the material for…inspiration.”

Ever since that day Jake gave you a free pass to go through his military gear. Checking out his collection of knives and machetes in order for you to replicate with wood and stone.

“This right here is a fire launcher.” He pulled out a large gun. He handed it to you and you chuckled at the weight it held. You began to hold it like a regular gun but he held his hand up.

“Hands off the trigger sweetheart. These aren't toys.”

“Well you sure as hell got them laying around like toys.”

The laughter from you two attracted the attention of Neteyam. He stood in the doorway of his fathers space, and behind him? The girl he cheated on you with. You went quiet and Jake looked up, and over at his son.

“What boy?”

“Just…wanted to see if everything was okay.” He trailed off looking at you. But you avoided his gaze.

“Everything is fine. Now go.” Jake shooed off Neteyam. He hesitated before walking towards his room with the girl. 

Jake looked towards you and noticed how you had set the fire launcher back down and went back to rummaging through his items.

“Y/n…”

“No offense, but I hate your son Jake.”

He went silent before nodding. “That's okay. I can't tell you how to feel.” A few more beats of silence passed before he spoke again.

“How about I drag this box over to your place so you won't have to worry about any run ins.”

“You would do that?” You began to smile. Jake nodded, standing and packing the rest of his items into the box before closing it.

The next night Jake came and put the box in your main space. “I unloaded the ammo out of these guns. I don't want you destroying your home.”

“You think I'm that childish?”

“No, but I need to make sure you're safe.”

Your heart skipped hearing that from Jake. You looked over at him and watched how his toned arms moved to organize the box. Separating the melee objects from the automatic.

“Jake why do you keep these? You use Omaticaya weapons…mainly.”

“Ah…” He shook his head. “Still can't quite wrap my head around the fact that I'm not human anymore. It's a nice reminder of the life I loved before.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Sixteen years.”

“Damn you're old.” You giggled. Jake threw a stray bullet at your head. 

“Which means you like hanging with old men.”

“Hey that's not true! I mean…most of my friends are my age. You're the lonely one.”

You watched as Jake went silent and turned his head to look back in the box

“I-i'm sorry Jake.” You shifted towards him. “I didn't mean that, you're a very important man and I'm sure you have better things to do. I truly didn't mean it in that-”

You were shut up by the feeling of his lips on yours. The kiss lingered before he pulled away. 

“Learn to watch your mouth, hm?” He said in a dark tone.  You looked him up and down before jumping into his lap, pressing your lips against his again. The two of you kissed passionately, tongues fighting for dominance in each other's mouths. Jake's warm hands ran up your thighs, squeezing your ass tightly as he continued to kiss you. You whimpered into his mouth and he pulled away.

“I’m staying here tonight.” He said breathlessly. 

You nodded and leaned back in to kiss him. Jake felt himself growing hard under you, groaning as he kissed your lips, moving down to your neck, and nipping at your collar bone. Jake used one hand to untie your loincloth and pull it aside, before reaching back and untying his own. His length sprang free and rested on your lower stomach.

“Jake.” You reached down and began stroking him, causing him to let out a low, guttural moan. 

“Hm?”

“Is this smart?”

“I’ve made worse decisions…” He bit his lip. “But it doesn’t look like you want to stop.” He smiled, feeling how your hand never stopped pumping him.

“I was hoping you would be the rational one.”

Jake leaned in and nipped at your collarbone again before licking the sore spot. “This is me being rational. Now hold on.” 

You flipped your hair to the side and placed your hands on his shoulders. Jake grabbed you from under your thighs and pulled you forward, holding you over his dick. You could tell he was gonna be a lot bigger and thicker than your previous companion.

“Jake-” You whispered, feeling his thick tip prodding at your entrance. He shushed you and placed a kiss on your cheek before lowering you down onto him. You yelped and dug your nails into his shoulders, whimpering and whining as he stretched you. 

“That’s it.” He said through gritted teeth as you sucked him in. 

The two of you let out breathy moans as moved you up and down along his shaft. He looked at you with a dazed look, eyes slightly narrowed as he moaned lowly in your face. You kissed him again, but he kept pulling away to graze his lips along your sensitive neck.

“Oh Jake!” You moaned out as you grinded against him. Weaving your hips back and forth on top of him as he held you still, in place. You knew you were being loud, obnoxiously loud, but you didn't care. Let the entire village hear for all you cared.

“Oh fuck. Faster! Faster!” Jake moaned out as he felt himself reaching his limit. You couldn't deny the pit that was building in your stomach either, desperately wanting to burst. You picked up your pace, placing your hands flat on the ground behind you so you could buck your hips a little more harder.

Jake let out a grunt and pulled you up, gripping your ass tightly and slowly pumping you on and off his cock. He let out a hiss and a shiver as he filled you up. You moaned out, expecting him to stop his thrusting after filling you up, but he didn't. He kept his hands on your ass and kept pumping into you painfully slow, almost as if he was fucking his seed deeper into you.

“Jake…Please!” You whined, feeling yourself become overstimulated.

“Not until you come baby.” He nipped at your ear. “Give me one, just one.”

You moaned out as he manipulated your hips to grind against him again, “Oh Jake! Yes!” You cried out. He gripped onto your hips tighter and let out a chuckle once he felt your walls flutter around him, reaching your climax. 

After you finished convulsing, Jake reached his hand up to move the strands of hair from your face.  “You look so pretty.” He said quietly. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he hungrily accepted. Jake pulled out of you and turned around so he could lay you flat against your bed.

Without warning, he sank back into you, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

As Jake began to ravage you, rain began to patter outside, coating your home, and a sulking Neteyam, as he watched the entire scene unfold with tears in his eyes. 

[maidragoste]

please make a reblog because it is the third time that I upload this since I do not appear in the tags :(

Until chapter 6 goes up I'll leave this there

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Just think of dad Aemond trying to teach his twin babies to say "dad" and "mom" in Valyrian. Of course, Baelon is the first to say "Kepa" because he always tries to repeat everything you or Aemond say. Baelon loved having "conversations" with you two.

While Aemon takes more time alone because he would rather sleep or play with his father's hair than learn High Valyrian.

Think of dad Aemond presenting his babies to Vhagar and taking you and the twins flying with him. He feels his heart warm when he hears the children's laughter.

Thinks of dad Aemond taking Aemon to one of the council meetings because his baby fell asleep in his arms and won't wake him up. If anyone dares to say something, a single glance would be enough to silence them. He may have a baby in his arms, but Aemond is still as terrifying as ever.

Thinks of dad Aemond caring for his children's hair as much as his own. Always untangling the knots as carefully as possible. Every time he tells him to cut the children's hair, he refuses… Until one-day Baelon gets tired of his hair getting in the way, his hair doesn't let him run comfortably and makes him have more heat. So he forces a servant to cut it for him. Aemond was devastated to see his son with short hair. You had to convince him not to fire the poor servant.

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Kinktober Day Six: Dacryphilia and Size Kink

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Jake Sully x human female reader

Jake's eyes grow dark, hungry and predatory. You swallow thickly.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he asks, rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down your puffy folds, soaked from your slick and Jake's spit and a little bit of lube he'd found in your room.

“'m ready,” you reply, nodding.

The bed creaks slightly as he moves to kneel between your legs. He pulls you up, angling your hips. You whine when he pushes the thick tip against your entrance teasingly.

“Shh, shh, relax, sweetheart,” he says. “Otherwise, it'll never fit.”

You nod, trying to relax your body. When he feels you loosen a little, he slides his cock into you, groaning at how tight you are.

You gasp, gummy walls stretching as far as they can, body quivering. “Jake,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut. He shushes you softly, kissing your jaw, your neck as he slides as far in you as he can go.

When the bulbous head presses against your cervix, you shudder, tears forming in your eyes from how full you are.

“Oh,” Jake coos when a few tears fall down your face. “I know, babygirl. I know. You're okay,” he promises, kissing your lips softly. “You're okay. Deep breath f'r me, yeah?”

You take a slow, deep breath and he starts thrusting into you gently, his eyes focused on the bulge that forms in your womb.

He smirks. “Good girl, baby. Good girl...”

He fucks you slow, soft, careful not to hurt you. His enormous hands hold your hips in place, his every feature dwarfing you.

He loves how you feel in his grasp: this tiny, helpless, vulnerable pretty girl he could toss around like a doll. He likes the power he has over you, likes how he can manhandle you with too much ease.

As you keep crying silently, he licks the tears away, his cock twitching at the taste of them. “It's okay, honey, you're okay. I'm gonna take good care 'f you, alright?” He kisses your forehead. “You trust me, don't ya?”

“Yes, 'f course, I trust you.”

“That's my babygirl.”

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It's been so long since I've written a Jake fic 😭😭😭 I'm so sorry

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His trash, my treasure: Ivar's story would be like...

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Info | Viking Age AU. Inspired by Ivar’s reaction in Ragnarssons In: His trash, my treasure. ⁑ Warnings: None

First, the coin disappears. 

Then, it appears between her hair strands. 

His fingers move and poof! 

There it goes again. 

She had never seen her daughter so excited. 

Nor so quiet. Nor giving so much attention to anything.

But there she was, fascinated by Prince Ivar's magic fingers. 

And he could be there for hours. 

Whether making her some new tricks or just telling her the stories she was getting used to listening.

Tales from the gods and the biggest ones among the men. 

Tales from himself - her favorites, by the way. 

Never had she ever asked anything about his condition!

Instead, she was there when he was in pain. 

And so was her mother, taking care of his bad moments. 

One day after another, she'd seen her daughter well-treated by the gentle prince she never thought Ivar the Boneless could be. 

But he was. 

And his kindness would only disappear when remembered the ex-husband's name. 

His eyes were icy to that memory he wanted to erase completely from their minds!

Something he fought hard to get. 

Something that came from her little girl's mouth so naturally!

So his... 

"FATHER!" She yelled.

Running at him and hugging his waist tight after a small raid and some months without seeing him. 

"I missed you! I missed you so bad!" 

He'd also missed her. 

"I made you fresh food... Husband," said the mother, much to his satisfaction. 

A smile on his lips would seal the deal.

Ex-husband forgotten. It was his time to shine.

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30. MADE YOU SAY OH

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