#show your care and concern and love and grief to its subject stood in front of you

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yeah I’m sorry I know I’m not so much about comics at the minute but I just saw the most flop take re jayson and d!ck I’m about read every issue they badly referenced in that shitty post so I can insert panels when I call them an idiot

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Fluff and Angst Prompt #2

Happy Monday! Shall we start the week with some fluff and/or angst?

@hellishrose this one’s for you, dude! From THIS list.

Warnings for a bit of colourful language and (pretty much goes without saying) they’re pissed as farts. (Drink responsibly, guys. Or don’t. But don’t blame me!)

Riley smelled them before she saw them. The unmistakable scent of tequila was wafting towards her in waves.

She turned to see Bozer and Mac stumbling through the war room door, Desi behind them with a firm grip on both of their collars. 

“Found them,” she said just before releasing them.

Bozer stumbled forwards but managed to style it out with a little swagger before landing hard on one of the stools. Mac just hit the edge of the table with an ‘umf’, rested both of his palms on the surface and bowed his head. He shook it like there was a gnat in his ear. 

Desi rolled her eyes in Riley’s direction before spinning on her heel. “I’ll make a vat of coffee,” she called back over her shoulder as she marched in the direction of the break room.

The boys stank. Seriously. The sickly sweet smell hit the back of Riley’s throat and triggered a string of unwelcome memories. Ever since that unfortunate event in July, tequila had pretty much become Riley’s least favourite thing. She shuddered. The consequences had lasted a solid week. 

“Boze?” She clicked her fingers to get his attention. “Hey! Bro!” He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” 

“M’ not dat drunk!” he slurred. “Immonna go get some coffee though. ‘Scuse me.” He launched to his feet and stumbled past her. 

Riley chuckled and shook her head as he swaggered in the same direction as Desi. “Matty is going to murder you!” she called after him. 

All she heard was a dismissive “yeah, yeah,” as he zigzagged down the hall. Riley chuckled to herself. There was no way they could sober him up in time for the briefing. There wasn’t enough coffee in the world if he was drunk enough to not take the threat of Matty seriously. 

When she turned to Mac, he was staring at her, a grim look on his face. Riley raised her eyebrows at him. “Mac? You okay?”

“We went for drinks.” 

“I can see that,” she smirked. 

“Bozer was sad.”

Riley’s smile faltered. “Bozer was sad?”

“Yeah,” Mac nodded. “I’m sad too. Not as sad as Boze, of course. But,” he sighed, “I’m sad too.”

Riley closed her eyes as Leanna’s smile flashed across her vision. A wave of pain followed in its wake. Leanna’s death was weighing on them all. But since that day, Riley could actually see Bozer physically carrying the burden of it with him. His feet seemed heavier and his shoulders inched towards his chest, as if there was a literal hole where his heart had been. 

In all the chaos of the last few months, there hadn’t been a beat to process the enormity of the loss. Matty was definitely keeping them on a hectic schedule on purpose. But Riley knew that distraction would only work for so long. Feelings that stayed buried tended to either fester until they were rotten or boil over at the worst possible moment. 

At this point, Riley was somewhat of an expert on the subject.

The object of her suppressed desire was frowning when she opened her eyes. “I don’t wanna have any regrets, Riles,” he said.

Riley puckered her brow. Mac’s drunk talk usually involved props or a slide-show of some kind. Typically, his Macspaining went into overdrive until his brain appeared to short-circuit and he passed out somewhere really uncomfortable (like the coffee table or a flight of stairs). This sombre tone was new. “What do you mean?” she asked, concerned. 

Mac sighed and stood mostly upright. He skirted around the table, using it for support as he worked his way towards her. “Bozer could have had more time with her,” he murmured and shook his head. “He regrets so much. I don’t wanna feel that way.”

He stumbled over his own feet and Riley leapt forward to grab his forearms before he hit his face on the edge of the table. His usual pine and petrol scent was so obscured by booze that she scrunched her nose. She ignored the rolling in her stomach and focused on trying to get Mac to plant his ass on the nearest stool.

“Tequila, Mac?” she asked as she guided him backwards until the backs of his legs hit the seat. He gripped both of her arms as he lowered himself onto it. He didn’t let go. “Why tequila? Have you forgotten what happened in July?”

He raised his head and narrowed his eyes. “Actually, it’s a bit of a blur to be honest.” His eyes brightened as he said, “Y’know what happens to the brain when alcohol triggers memory loss?” He gave her arms a little squeeze. 

That was more like it. Riley rolled her eyes. “I bet you’re gonna tell me.” 

He smirked. “Only if you want me to.” Then he leaned in and whispered a little too loudly, “I could tell you a lot of things.”

His breath may have smelled like booze, but it was also warm as it tickled Riley’s face. 

“You do tell me a lot of things, Mac. You never stop telling me things. It’s kind of your thing.” And she loved him for it. Not that he knew that, of course. 

He smirked. His voice dropped an octave as he said, “I could tell you other things. Things I know I’ve never told you before.”

Mac’s husky tone sent a shiver surging down Riley’s spine. Her heart involuntarily stuttered. He was drunk. He was… impaired. He was definitely not suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. 

For one thing, he and Desi had only just split. And it hadn’t been pretty.

Against her better judgement, Riley asked, “Oh yeah, like what?” as casually as she could manage. She ignored the alarm bells ringing in her head.

He trailed his long fingers down her arms and tickled her palms as he narrowed his eyes at the rings adorning her hands. “Like how you have the most beautiful skin.” He sighed. “I just want to touch your skin all the time, Riles.”

A heavy stone settled in the pit of Riley’s stomach as his nimble fingers wrapped around hers and held on tight. 

“Like how much I care about you,” his brow lifted and his eyes shone as they pierced her. “I’ve never told you how much you mean to me before. I’d die if anything ever happened to-” 

“Mac, stop.” Riley reacted on pure instinct when she ripped a hand from his grip and placed it firmly over his mouth. She couldn’t let him go on. Each word was like a dagger to her chest. “Please stop,” she whispered.

He was drunk. He was impaired.

She stood looking down at him with his knees brushing her thighs and her hand over his mouth. Mac’s eyes grew darker and darker. Inebriated though he was, his gaze was steady. She felt herself being drawn closer, unable to break her stare as he looked into her. The stone in her stomach turned to water. She felt unsteady on her feet as waves crashed against her insides. 

At least ten beats pounded in her chest as she stood caught in the steady beam of his gaze. It felt like an eternity. 

Still unblinking, Mac reached up, peeled her hand away from his face and placed it carefully over his heart.

Riley held her breath. What he said next shattered her, just not in the way she expected. 

“Riles. I don’t want to be sad,” he said.

Riley didn’t want him to be sad, either. His sadness was like a mirror. She could see her own pain reflected in his open and earnest expression. And it scared the shit out of her. 

Because if there was one thing Riley’s life experiences had taught her, it was that people always said things they didn’t mean when they were desperate or scared. Or sad. 

Emotion could be just as intoxicating as tequila. And just as destructive.

She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath through her mouth. The warmth of his skin was seeping through his shirt into the pads of her fingers. Though the urge to cradle his head to her chest was overwhelming, Riley fought against the crushing grief. She allowed herself to feel the thrum of only three more of his heartbeats before slipping her hand out from under his and taking a full step back. 

Riley opened her eyes. 

“Mac,” she sighed. “Your tolerance for alcohol sucks about as much as your skeeball game.” 

He stuttered something incoherent, like he was about to argue, when Bozer burst into the room shouting. “Ah HA!” 

Then Bozer froze, apparently distracted by his shoe. 

“Boze?” Riley asked. 

“Yeah?” He looked up at her and squinted. “I mean, yeah!” he shouted. “I caught you!” 

Riley lifted her eyebrows and waited for him to explain himself.

“I mean…” he looked between Mac and Riley like they were opponents in a tennis match. Riley was still confused. So was Mac, if his foggy expression was any indication. “Goddamn it!” Bozer exclaimed. He settled a furious gaze on his oldest friend. “Didn’t you kiss her yet?!”

Riley choked on air. She looked sideways at Mac to gauge his reaction to Bozer’s alcohol-induced hallucinations. His jaw was locked, his eyes were like saucers and his cheeks were as red as the fire extinguisher he kept on his desk. (After the last ‘incident’, Russ had insisted it stay there permanently.)

What in the holy hell was happening?! 

Bozer just waddled forwards and deposited himself onto the nearest stool with a dramatic sigh. “I knew you would chicken out. I just knew it,” he mumbled. “All that big talk about how you were finally gonna-”

Riley didn’t get a chance to hear exactly what ‘he was finally gonna’ because Mac launched himself off of his seat in Bozer’s direction and knocked him to the ground. They both landed in a heap in front of the door and began smacking each other like five year olds.

And that was the moment Matty chose to enter the room. 

“What part of ‘I might need you guys for an op tonight’ did you not understand?!” she boomed. Mac and Bozer both groaned as they craned around to look up into her furious face. 

Oh, this was going to be SO much worse than July.

Desi appeared in the hallway and froze like a rabbit in a snare when she saw who was standing in the doorway. There were two mugs dangling from one of her hands and a huge steaming coffee pot in the other. She mouthed “fuck” at Riley through the window. 

“Wait,” Matty’s expression turned murderous as she hollered, “IS THAT TEQUILA I SMELL?!”

Bozer frantically untangled his legs from Mac’s and stumbled to his feet. “Matty, I swear,” he pleaded. “This time we totally did NOT tipi your house.”

“No,” Mac chuckled from the floor. He proudly lifted his chin and declared: “We egged Taylor’s car instead.”

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𝓢𝔀𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 : 𝓐 𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Far Far Away, there lived a King & Queen who were happily married. The King’s daily temper tantrums could be heard all over the land, and their silly fights were a matter of regular gossip among the subjects of the province. The aristocratic couple had only one son, Damien, a dark boy with tanned skin & hazel eyes. Everyone who met him, found him to be uniquely beautiful. One unfortunate day, the King had a sudden fall in his kingly bathrooms, & died an untimely death. A tall statue was erected in the town square, to commemorate his valiant wars, during his younger days & all the subjects paid homage at his tomb. The Queen mourned for about a month, feeling lonely for the lack of someone to squabble with. 

 Then began the reign of The Great Queen of Far Far Away.

The Queen set out to expand her empire, fighting valiantly to conquer the domains of the Lords of the West, winning many battles. While her son, now a well mannered boy of fifteen, looked after the daily affairs at his mother's castle. At the same time, the long queues of  kings & princes, asking for her hand in marriage for political leverage, grew steadily. The kingdom flourished during this period of expansion, with a steady inflow of precious metals from the defeated lands making the kingdom's treasury look like a picture from every pirate's dream. 

All was well, until the day her majesty met The Count of Well-Spun-Lies. He was tall, dark, & perceived to be amusingly idiotic. Unfortunately the Queen fell for his masculine charms. The now married couple were in pure bliss for the first few months, until the Queen was bored by the new King’s constant complaints about the quality of the bathing soaps, & aromatic perfumes because the King was very concerned about his flawless bronze skin.

But the new King had a secret, no soul except his own knew. Every night, as the clock struck twelve, The Count would stand before a mirror and chant the twelve most important words of his life, 

“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the darkest of them all?” 

“Your Majesty, you are the darkest in all the land.”, said the same voice everyday, in its deep baritone. And the The Count would smile slyly, fix his hair & return to his bed-chamber, with peace & calm in his heart. 

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To escape the new King’s narcissistic self-absorption, the Queen entertained herself, by hosting massive dinners and balls with dukes & nobles, to celebrate no occasion in particular. The King & Queen grew further & further apart, but neither really cared. Not until one summer night when the castle was celebrating the eighteenth birthday of the young Prince Damien, where the Queen hoped to get the Prince married off to a dignified princess after the ball. 

The King stood once more in front of his mirror, and for the first time in his life, heard the words he had always dreaded to hear.

“You are ONE among the darkest in the land. But there now exists one who is of a darker beauty & a golden heart.” uttered the voice which was now just above a whisper. 

“And WHO might this impostor be?”, roared the King as he examined his face in the candle light, searching for wrinkles, but finding none. 

“He is the young prince who turned eighteen today.” replied the voice only the king could hear.

The King burned with jealous anger at this terrible news, & plotted his way to reclaim the title of the darkest beauty in the land. He knew the young Prince could not be harmed unless the Queen was removed, & so he laced her wine with rat poison during one of the palace parties. She did not die. So, he increased the dose by vast proportions, & the Queen was finally declared dead by the end of the week. The fate of the young prince now lay in the hands of The Count of Well-Spun-Lies.

Thus, began the evil reign of His Terribleness, the new King of Far Far Away.

The long queues of  queens & princesses, asking to be married to his Majesty returned. The King began by marrying the princesses from lands with expensive spices, perfumes & bathing oils, to regain his dark beauty. He tried every way he could to become younger, from long baths in goat milk to getting tanned in the Sun. But nothing he tried ever worked. In the meanwhile, Prince Damien was confined to the dungeons of a castle that was no longer his home.

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The Forgotten Prince, the subjects called him. Some said he was dead, or that he had died of grief after the death of his poor mother. But no one dared question the King, for fear that they would be beheaded for being beautiful, or worse be used in one of the insane beauty potions to enhance his youthfulness.

As the days went by, the Kings’ frustration grew. The voices in his head mocked him for his ugliness, & he almost went mad when he spotted a slightly greying hair in the mirror. He had had enough, the young prince had to die & his golden heart would be used in his latest beauty potion, mixed with rare herbs from Egypt, whose princess he had most recently been engaged to.

 “Summon the Head Huntswoman!” ordered the King, & the trembling servants rushed out of the throne room, a welcome break from his vexing presence. 

The head Huntswoman walked in, wearing all black with her bow swung over her shoulder. Her skin was brown like honey, her eyes had a fierce fire in them, & her heart was one of stone. She is pleasing to the eye, thought the King, but she has no gold, silver or spices to give me. & so the King dismissed the thought & focused on the pressing matter at hand.

“You summoned me, your Majesty?”, asked the Huntswoman with a small bow. She disliked giving respect to people, when they clearly deserved none.

“I have a proposition for you.”, he said with a stupid smirk, that he thought people found attractive. 

“Today, you will kill the young Prince in the dark forests beyond Far Far Away, & return with his heart, by midnight. Don’t think I’ll be fooled by a pig's heart in place of the Princes! That has been done before. I’ll have my doctors closely examine the heart! You will leave now.” commanded the King. 

She gave a curt nod, showing no sign of weakness. 

The Huntswoman was surprised by her latest errand, because this proved that the forgotten prince was still alive, but she did not show her surprise, for she had committed crimes far worse than killing a Prince at his Majesty’s command. The once happy land of Far Far Away now lived in mortal fear of its erratic King; and the Huntswoman, though she hated it, was another pawn in His Majesty’s wicked game.

“You are dismissed.” he added with an air of annoyance. He was late for his new bath, this time with spices brought all the way from China.

The Huntswoman left without a word, and proceeded to the dark dungeons of the castle, which always brought a chill to her skin. She had been there several times, twice for disobeying the King, and the other times to torture innocent subjects for crimes they had never committed. But she shrugged those painful memories away.

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In under two hours she had the Prince sitting on a horse beside her. All she had told the Prince was that the King had asked them to visit the dangerous forests at the border & find him a special kind of herb for his potions.  

“I’m Damien, you are?”, asked the Prince, studying the handsome Huntswoman beside him who seemed lost in thought. She glanced back at him, noting the way the Sun lit up his hair like a halo, & the dimple on his left cheek when he smiled. Yes, he was beautiful, she said to herself. 

“I’m Gretel.”, she answered rather rudely, feeling bad about it immediately. The Prince sensing her hesitation to speak, did not try to converse with her further as they rode deeper into the woods. 

Suddenly, Gretel had an inkling that they were being watched, as though she was the hunter no longer, & was now the prey. And she wasn't wrong as they soon heard the sound of hooves, voices, and excited dogs following them, rapidly advancing towards them. She recognized the hounds immediately, this was the hunting party of the Princess of the North, a sworn enemy of Far Far Away. They exchanged a look & pushed both their horses into a frantic run, as they sped through the forest brush, as fast as their horses could take them. 

There was hope for a close escape, until an arrow flew through the air, intending to kill Gretel when instead the Prince pushed his horse in the way & the arrow plunged straight through his heart. The Prince fell off his horse with a groan, & immediately fell into a coma. Gretel, quickly stalled her horse & fell by his side in shock,thoroughly puzzled by the sacrifice the Prince had just made for her. Why had he given his life in place of hers, when he knew nothing about her but her name ? And she was supposed to murder him later that evening.

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“And who might this beauty be?”, asked the Princess of the North in her shrill voice, pointing to Damien, who was growing paler by the second. 

“He is the Forgotten Price of Far Far Away.”, replied Gretel in a calm voice, that was the opposite to the turmoil she was facing on the inside. 

“Well, he’s dying. He needs his true loves’ kiss!”, said the Princess matter-of-factly & gave the Prince a long sloppy kiss. But his lips only turned blue, & his skin turned as white as snow. 

“He’s already dead”, said the Princess in irritation. “I shall have him placed in  a glass casket at my castle for all the world to gaze at his deathly beauty.”, she declared, climbing onto her horse & shouting orders for her guards to follow.

When the hunting party had left, Gretel could stay calm no longer,& the tears began streaming down her face, as she leaned in to kiss the Prince on his cheek as a final goodbye. If only they had more time, she would understand his kindness, but now all she felt was guilt, for that arrow could very well have been her own.

“Why are you crying?”, asked the Prince with concern in his tone. Gretel opened her eyes & found lovely hazel eyes staring back at her, as the Prince tried to sit up. 

“I thought you were dead!”, she stated, between tears. 

“Don’t worry, the arrow missed my heart, it's wedged in my shoulder”, he replied, prying the rest of the arrow out. 

“But you turned blue, & white.” she continued, wiping away her tears. 

“Yes, that happens whenever I have fits or concussions”, he replied with  a laugh taking her hands in his.

“Shall we run away?”, he asks, pointing at the horses behind them.

“Why not?”, she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes, showing him the bag of gold bullion which had been forgotten during the scuffle. And so they raced their horses towards freedom, into a night full of new hopes & beginnings.

                                                      * The End * 

Copyright Ⓒ Megan Pereira 2020

Pic Credits : Wiki Fandom

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The Return- Part 9

Disclaimer: Im so sorry for keeping you guys waiting, but Ive been trying to figure out my new schedule and had literally no time to write anything down 😬 This part contains lots of angst and honestly I don't feel like its the best🤣 I want to thank y'all for all the love and support💕☺️And forgive me in advance for this is 100% gonna be utter shit😭🙏🏽 So don't kill me😅

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Warnings: Angst, Violence, bad grammar + spelling.😂

Your POV

“My wife...” At Ivar’s words you had felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest, crumpled, and stomped on by him right in front of you. You just looked at the blonde beauty and thought about how perfect she was and how you could have never compared to her. “(Y/n), are you alright? You seem pale and quite unwell.” Freydis says to you with what would seem as genuine concern in her eyes. Your mind was at a loss for words, something that did not happen often to you anymore. You didn't know whether it could've been out fo jealousy or if out of shock and what seemed like a flare of anger rising in you. “Just a little light headed, that's all. Anyways, are you alright if we go up to the castle now? Or are there anymore people on the ship?” You say through gritted teeth and a fake smile on your face. Freydis exchanges a look with Ivar and he then turns to you with a smile on his face nodding. As the three of you turn to walk towards the hill leading to the castle, you noticed how Freydis gushed over Ivar in front of you. Occasionally she would turn and pretend to admire her surroundings and meet your eyes trying to show off. You promised yourself that for the love of your siblings and family that you would go along with the facade and pretend as if you didn't want to kill her every time she clung onto him like that. But it was proving much harder than you had initially thought. “Freydis, I would like a moment to talk to (y/n). You can continue making your way to the castle with a few of my men, just be careful love.” You heard Ivar say to her as his lips grazed hers. 

Why had you been so jealous? You were happily married now to Arthur and had 2 beautiful children by him. As you would not let yourself think otherwise as to who the possibility of who the father could be. Not paying attention to Ivar or his “wife” you kept looking out towards the gardens and the townspeople. Your body is then whisked around rapidly by your so called “brother” and you come face to face for the first time in 4 years. “Why?” “Why what Ivar?” You say rolling your eyes at him trying to avoid this touchy subject. “You know exactly what!” He says pulling you off to the side and out of hearing range of anyone around. “How could you keep my children away from me!” 

Ivar says as his grips tightens on your arms, surely to leave a bruise. Back then you would have cowered with fear at his tone of voice. But now you were a queen and Arthur had made you realize that no one not even himself could ever trample over you again! “First of all, you are not the king here and you DO NOT! Call the shots!” You say gripping his hand and forcing it to unclasp your arm. “Secondly, my children have a father and his name is Arthur Pendragon. The King of this land and I am his queen and I will not have you disrespect him with such blasphemous words leaving your mouth!” You say to him, with as much venom as you could muster laced into your words. His eyes showed shock and admiration in them. Surely in his mind he thought about how much you had changed and how the once scared girl that graced the land of Kattegat was now gone. Ivar knew the answer to his question though. You could not bare to let him in on the fact that you had bared him children, it would have placed everyone you cared for in the danger you had placed so far away from you. Not waiting for him to answer and get his words together you turn around and leave him behind in the dust. Walking away you felt empowered and for the first time like you had the control over him and it felt good.

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Making your way through the halls of the castle you finally reach the hall to see everybody gathered and chatting with each other. Marjorie notices you enter and springs quickly from Arthur’s lap and makes a bee line for your arms. “Mama! You're just in time, Uncle Bjorn is telling us stories of when you were my age. Frankly you were quite boring, but it’s okay you’ve gotten a wee bit more fun!”  She said as she clung around your neck. This child you say as you internally roll your eyes. She could always leave a whole room without words in seconds. But it was a quality that you were quite fond of. Carrying Marjorie in your arms you made your way towards Arthur and sat beside him. Marjorie then jumps from your arms to Arthurs lap and starts to play with the buttons on his jacket. Marjorie adored her father and it was evident to everyone who would look their way. Especially Ivar who sulked and gritted his teeth every time his eyes laid on her playing with Arthur. 

Arthur lived to serve our children, but Marjorie was his mini-me. However, Erik was all mine. At that I call Erik away from the candies I know that he so desperately wants to eat, but that I will not let him. This boy is hyper enough as it is and I cannot handle so much excitement and emotions today. His little eyes turn to me pleading for a small bite of the sweets that are bestowed upon him. However, I am firm in my decision and although disappointed he makes his way to me with a huge smile on his face and his arms outstretched. Holding him in my arms I cannot resist, but spin him around as we both giggle and fall to the floor in a fit of laughter. “You're an exceptional mother (y/n), I always knew you would be.” Bjorn says whilst looking toward me with tears brimming in his eyes. “I feel incredibly proud of you for pushing past all the horrible things that have been placed in front of you and you coming out on top.” At that tears begin to form in mine. “Ok, Ok. No more crying. I feel as if there has been enough of that in our lives to last us the rest of them.” Hvitserk says whilst laughing. At his comment everyone laughs and that is when Sara enters the hall. “Your highness it is time for their majesties’ lessons.” She says whilst bowing her head. At that Erik and Marjorie stand up and rush towards her. They loved Sara and treated her as if she were their older sister. In fact she was Mira’s younger sister who was sent to me by Gisela when she found out about my pregnancy. I could not have asked for a better tutor for my children. Saying my goodbyes to them I turn to walk towards my husband, but come to notice a certain look on a certain bear like man. Bjorn’s eyes hold an astonished look of admiration and adoration. The look of a man who's been taken to heaven and does not wish to come back. 

Arthur taps my knee to grab my attention, but he notices what Ive just witnessed and a smirk is displayed on his face. “It seems that our little Sara has caught your interest, Bjorn?” Arthur says playfully to him. “Yes, it appears to be so. Ive never met such a beautiful woman in my life.” Bjorn says still in what seems to be a trans like state of some kind. “Bjorn, surely you’ve met more beautiful women than a simple tutor and maid, have you not?” Freydis says from Ivar’s side. Her comments made by blood boil, which Arthur noticed and took quick action against. He placed his arms around my shoulders and whispered sweet nothings into my ears. He then lays one of his hands on my lap, to then which I place my hands on his, holding him ever close to us.

The way she caresses his hair and the way she positions herself beside him is bothersome to me. It goes to show that Freydis is a woman that will do anything to keep him, even if that a means worshipping him like a God. Trying to lighten the mood and ease the tension that quickly seems to be building up. Arthur asks about Kattegat and how it has been since we left. What we didn't know was that at this very moment just a few feet away was the person who would bring about sorrow and grief everywhere they went. Especially to me.

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Bjorn’s POV

When Arthur asked about the current state of Kattegat, my hands balled into fists. Not by his question, but because the ruin of Kattegat had come with us to England. “Well, it could be better, but I will not ruin our visit with such an ill subject.” I reply in a tone in which everyone understands that the subject matter at hand should not be one to be discussed. At the moment (y/n) decides to turn the attention upon Ivar and his new wife. It was obvious that she was hurt by it, however knowing my sister she would never admit that to a soul. She was moodier then I could remember her being, but it could just be the fact that people in England are moodier then everyone. “When and how did this come about, and why had we not heard sooner about this union Ivar. Where you hiding your wife from me? Or did you simply want to take us by surprise when you brought your whore to a place where my children reside? Huh!” (Y/n) says while she stands up, rage very much evident in her eyes. 

At that the room became silent and servants who seemed shocked and outright astonished by the fact that (y/n) was behaving this way. Arthur stood up from his throne and pulled her body into his as a way to try to calm her down, but we knew that it would not be so easy. “Control yourself (y/n), please. This is not good for you and you know it. The doctor said you should rest and not become stressed. Please I beg of you, listen to me and stand down.” Arthur whispers into her ear. After what seems like ages (y/n) looks down and Arthur softens his hold on her. A quiet Im sorry leaves her lips and she walks out of the room towards what seems to be her quarters. I would have to check up on her, this was very unsalted behaviour for her and it worried me.

 Arthur clears his throat and asks the servants to shows us to our rooms, but not before asking Ivar to stay behind. “Ivar, please stay. I would like to have a word with you and apologize for my wife’s behaviour towards you both.” As everyone moves Freydis seems to stay in her place by Ivar’s side. Obviously not getting the fact that she was not part of the conversation that was to be had. “Alone.” Arthur says while facing the window and his back to them. Something that I knew bothered Ivar very much...Authority and power which he could do nothing about. 

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Arthur’s POV

“So, what is it that you wanted to speak to me about, besides your wife’s ridiculous outburst?...Your majesty.” Ivar says through gritted teeth. Turning around I keep my face stoic as ever, however all I wanted was to punch this man in the face for all the pain and suffering he had not only caused my wife, but her people as well. I had heard of Ivar’s actions against his people from my spies in Kattegat and from Bjorn himself. I knew that the once respect that I held for this man had gone out the window the moment he started burning everyone who opposed him. “Come, I wish to show you something out on the balcony.” I say to him as I walk without waiting for his reply. I can feel his eyes burning holes into my skull, but I care not for this as I have more pressing matters at hand. 

Stepping out onto the balcony I look over the lands that had been bestowed upon me by my father. “These lands, were given to me by my father, who which in turn got them from his father, and so on. One day when (y/n) and I are gone these lands shall go to Erik or Marjorie... Our children.” In this moment Ivar scoffs and I could see him roll his eyes at me. “Your children? We both know who damn well! Fathered those children Arthur! It wouldn't take much to see the resemblance between us!” He yells at my direction. “I invited you to my home so that my wife would be able to see her family once again away from the dangers of Kattegat! But I now see that it was a mistake to invite you here. Erik and Marjorie are not and will never be yours! And on top of that you come with a “wife” who's sole purpose of your marriage was to get your mind off of my wife! MY WIFE! Whom shall never be yours!” I yell at him as my patience wears thin. Unable to hold back the anger and resentment I feel towards him anymore, I grab him by the collar and push him towards the railing. Grabbing him so that he may not fall, but just enough to try and scare him. 

However, I underestimated him and feel my footing quickly fall from beneath me. Ivar then lunges himself on top of me and begins to throw punches left and right. I dodge and fight back as much as I can, but he is able to get a couple of punches in. Spotting an opportunity I quickly flip us over and start punching him for everything he has done. At this point I see red and fear that there will be nothing to stop me from killing him. Except my wife. “Arthur! Let him go! What are you doing!” She says as she runs towards us. In that moment I forgot about ivar and stared at my wife, but it only took a second for Ivar to kick me and cause me to crash against the railing itself. “Ugh!” Before I could lunge myself at him (y/n) threw herself in front of him. And I stopped dead in my tracks. How could I have been so foolish to think that she could have ever loved me back. To think that we could have actually had something. NO! She will always choose him, she will always choose Ivar. 

Your POV

I couldn't let them go on. I couldn’t let my husband kill the man that I once loved. No matter how much he deserved it, but Arthur didn't understand that. He didn't understand that I had put Ivar behind me and that now all I wanted and all I needed was him. Arthur looked like as if his world had been flipped upside down and like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, by me. Shaking his head he looks down and heads inside. Not before stopping and turning around to face Ivar one last time. “If you ever utter the words that Erik and Marjorie are yours, I will not hesitate to kill you on the spot. Im done showing mercy and being the fool.” And with that he walks inside bloodied and leaving me astonished. “(y/n), I...” “Shut up! Just shut up! How dare you! Did I not warn you that something like this would happen! You need to stop Ivar, Erik and Marjorie are not yours and will never be! Arthur has been the father that they need and deserve. You on the contrary will never be their father, because all you do is bring me pain!” I yell at him through the tears that fall down my face like a cascade. 

“How could I have proven to you that I could be great father, when you didn't even give me a chance! I gave you a way out of the situation you were in! I told you that we could have run away together and lived together as a family away from it all. But you! You decided that I wasn't good enough for you!” He says standing up from the ground cradling his side, obviously showing that Arthur had got in a good punch or two. “I couldnt have and you know it! Floki he...” I begin to say before I stop myself and think about that night. “What! What did he say to you (y/n)! What lies are you gonna spew out about the only man that has ever cared for me my entire life!” He says getting extremely close to me, his eyes showing hints of a side to him that I had never come across but had heard from the gossip and read from the letters Bjorn sent to Arthur. “Your precious Floki threatened me with your life and that of everyone who is close to me, if I didn't leave Kattegat! So yes! Blame me Ivar for being so selfish that I placed your life and the lives of everyone I cared about before my own!” With that I left Ivar standing there in the balcony by himself, just like I had left him that night 4 years ago.

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1 month ago...

“What do you need of me, my queen?” Freydis said to Aslaug. “Ivar and his brothers shall be visiting England fairly soon and I will need you to be my eyes and ears into everything that occurs there. I wish to know exactly what (y/n) and her husband have been up to, I hear that their union had been blessed with children. Find out more about them and if you ever get a chance, take this.” Aslaug says as she pull out a vial. “This will ensure your reign as Queen of Kattegat and will finally put an end to that Christian child. I do not care of she's miles away, while she breathes Ivar will never be yours. And he will never grow to be the man that I wish him to be.” Aslaug says with a cold heart and an even colder face. “But, she's of no danger to me. Ivar is mine and he always will be, its been fated by the gods themselves.” Freydis says giving the vile back. In that moment Floki comes out from the shadows. “I have lost all whom I care about, because of (y/n). Ragnar, Bjorn, Ivar and Helga have all turned their back on me because of her. I was forced to kill my own wife because of what she did in order to save this child. And you too will lose, if you do not comply with our demands.” He says whilst placing the vial back into Freydis’ palm. “You must do this if not for us, then for Ivar and all of the gods.” 

“I will...”

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Arranged Marriage

So I missed the royalty AU for Blitzstone week yesterday but was inspired by something I read by @myaire21. Http://myaire21.tumblr.com/post/163873989469/blitzstone-week-blog-day-1royalty-au-i-cannot This is why love Tumblr. It's not written very well but I was inspired and mashed it out today. ************ BLITZ POV When Blitz had found out his mother had arranged a marriage for him without his knowledge he was mad. But also figuring out it was to be next week without his knowledge made him livid. He only stopped ranting to her once she started talking about who she had arranged him to marry. "Calm down dear. Really all this kerfluffle over nothing. Marriages are great ways to form alliances. You may not be my heir but you are still my son. Now sit down and listen" Blitz begrudgingly sat down on the couch and his mother Freya elegantly sat down in front of him in her ornate armchair. A servant came out and poured her a cup of tea. She took her time pouring in milk and sugar. Blitz sat impatiently tapping his fingers against his knee. His mother took a few sips then said. "King Alderman has come to me with a proposal for an allegiance. He is interested in investing in our gold, as well as merging our army with his. In return he has offered the hand of his son. To which I graciously accepted." Blitz took a minute to process that. House Alderman was the ruling family of a nearby northern region. They were know for there cruelty to invaders and foreigners. As well as their terrible treatment of their subjects. His mother was the queen of a more southern kingdom that focused on building its wealth. Their Kingdom was filled with gold and precious jewel mines. Therefore she was the most wealthiest women in the 9 kingdoms. Blitz was not her heir. He was a bastard. The son of a rope craftman that had made her some jewellery long ago in the far far south while his mother was travelling looking for investments. 9 months later baby Blitzen was born. She had sent him back to his father Bilbi to grow up, but when his father had died she had sent someone to bring him back. He had spent the past 6 years serving as her representative. Her husband had gone missing at war so she needed help keeping her affairs in order. Blitz usually got stuck with the less pleasant tasks. Like inspecting the mines and paying the small army she had recruited to protect her land. Shouldn't the heir to the throne up north be marrying a prince? Definitely not a bastard like him. Also be was pretty sure of another problem. "Didn't King Alderman' s heir die many years ago?" He asked his mother. She pursed her lips looking upset. "Yes dear. But you will be marrying his older son." She replied. That didn't make sense. "So his older son who wasn't his heir until his younger son died, who I have also never heard of is to marry me so we can invest in more gold and have a larger merged army?" He said slowly and skeptically. "Yes dear." His mother said sipping some tea. "I don't see what the confusion is all about. I would think you would be happy I managed to arrange you such a wonderful alliance... I mean marriage." Blitz narrowed his eyes at his mother. He had never thought about marriage. He had never shared with anyone before but he wasn't that interested in women. He instead was more interested in making and designing beautiful clothing when he wasn't so busy doing his mother's dirty work. He wondered if she had figured out about his lack of interest in women and that is how she had decided to set him up with this prince. Or maybe she didn't care and was only concerned about the alliance with the Aldermans. Some fear creeped into Blitzen's mind as another terrifying thought crossed it. What if this prince didn't know he was a man. Or what if he knew and wasn't happy about it. Maybe he didn't even know about the marriage. He was pretty sure his mother had kept him in the dark for a reason. Or maybe she forgot to tell him. She had a habit of doing that constantly. Trying for a more polite question Blitzen simply asked his mother. "What is the prince's name?" His mother smiled up at him from her tea. Probably happy he wasn't ranting about the marriage anymore. "His name is prince Hearthstone. He is a very handsome man. Although he could fill out a bit more. The boy is terribly thin. But it must run in his family." She sigh. "Now off with you Blitzen my dear. I have some wedding planning to do. Make sure you are ready to travel by tomorrow morning. We will leave after breakfast for the North." And with that she waved her son away. **** HEARTH POV Hearth had found out about his arranged marriage the night before his betrothed and his family were suppose to arrive. His father's servant Inge (and his long time friend) had been sent up to him to explain everything. Inge was one of the few servants who could communicate with him. He had been born deaf and therefore couldn't talk. He had learned to communicate with his hands. His father was so ashamed and disgusted with his eldest son do he had shoved him aside. Keeping him out if sight from any dignitaries or anyone of importance. Hearth's younger brother Andrion instead rose to the position of heir and prince of his father's kingdom. Which Hearth was happy for. Andrion spent alot of time with his father learning to rules. Well that was until he died. One day whiel out riding together in the forest, and practicing thier combat he had been killed. A monster had come out of a well in the forest and had attacked his brother. Hearth hadn't heard the attack because of his deafness. Once he realised what was going on and rode back to the castle for help it was too late. His father had blamed him for his brothers death. Hearth spent the rest if his life paying for it. This marriage was just another nail in his penance and punishment. Inge handed him the long parvhment from his father with all the details of the marriage alliance. Gold, armies, getting his son quickly married off before anyone found out about his major defect, blah blah blah. Once he was done reading it he turned to Inge. She signed some small minor detail his father had told her to tell him. "He is a bastard son of Queen Freya. But Freya insists he is suitable. He apparently helps run the kingdom. He has done very well. Since he took over they have doubled their kingdoms gold output. Unfortunately they have only a small army to protect it therefore it is a perfect match your father gets gold and Queen Freya gets protection" She signed to him. "Inge I don't even know this man. How am I suppose to marry him?" Hearth signed. Inge shifted uncomfortably. "I was told to tell you that it doesn't matter if you know him or even like him. You are to marry him. Marriage has nothing to do with love or even liking the person. This alliance will give us alot of gold. Therefore it is your duty." Inge signed. She then looked around to check they were still completely alone in his room and signed. "I know Hearth. I do not like the fact you may be marrying someone who may not treat you well. Your father..." she paused her hands as if thinking hard whether she should say what she wanted. "It is bad enough how he treats you. We can only hope this Blitzen is kinder than your father." Hearth felt his heart tearing apart. He was overwhelmed with feeling. He kept his face blank, like He had learned to do long ago. He knew if he showed emotions they could be used against him. But his heart was literally tearing in his chest. His stomach turned to stone with sadness and grief as well as fear. He knew it wasn't allowed but he stepped forward and hugged Inge tight. She looked terrified at fight but gave him a hug back. After a few minutes she signed. "It will be ok Hearth. I promise I will be here with you always ok." She signed. Hearth gave her a faint smile of apprecitiona and thankfullness. Inge his only friend was so brave and kind to him. "When am I to be married?" He asked her. She looked at her feet and shifted again. "They're to arrive tomorrow morning. Your father wants you to meet him in the throne room at 10am in your best clothes to greet them. And the wedding if to happen that night. Your father wants it to happen quick before they get cold feet" she signed. Hearth felt an ice cube go down his back. Tomorrow? All he could do was nod. Inge left him alone to think whiel she went to tell his father that he knew about the marriage now. *next morning The next morning Hearth got out of bed and cleaned himself up. Usually servants did those things but Hearth never liked that. He sent them away preferring to do it himself. He put on his best suit. A white military uniform with the badged and gold bars of the Prince. He hated this thing. He looked as if he had been bleached out in the sun when he wore it. He then combed his hair back knowing his father wouldn't stand for it if his son left it the usual scraggly mess it always was. He then trudged down to the throne room. His father was waiting there pacing the room shouting orders to servants. Inge stood in the corner nearby in her best maid outfit. She smiled sorefully at him as he entered. Hearth saw his father turn and say something but Hearth couldn't read his lips from this far away. So he decided to walk towards him so as to better be properly ashamed. When he got up to his father he gave him a slow look up and down unpleasantness and disappointment etched on his face.the face his father usually had near him. "When they arrive you are to say nothing. Do you hear me?" His father said. Hearth had pretty much mastered reading lips out of neseesity. His father stopped for a second glowering at him and then let out a laugh, his face looking mad. "Well of course you didn't hear. Nor will you say anything. You damaged boy." He stopped laughing and his face turned serious again. "None of that foolish hand waving today boy until after your marriage is consummated. I won't lose this alliance because of you." And with that his father turned away from him. After a bit his father went to stand in front of his throne and Hearth dutifully took his place beside and a good distance behind his dad. Soon the messenger came in and said the guests were arriving. Hearth was too nervous to think straight. Instead he stared down at his polished black shoes. When he finally looked up he saw the throne room doors open and 2 people enter. The first was a tall and slender woman with golden blonde hair. She wore a thick gold circulit around her head. Thick gold ropes around her neck and wrist and ears. She was beautiful. Beside her strode a shorter man. His skin was dark and warm like coffee. He was broad in the shoulders and chest, and his arms were large and defined. He wore an elegant suit of dark charcoal with gold accents. He had a beard that was neatly trimmed and cleaned. His shirt hair was combed back in elegant braids. The man was very handsome. As they approached the throne dias his father walked forward and stepped down. He kissed the hands of the lady and politely nodded to the man beside her. He said something but Hearth couldn't make out what. Then his father gestured him forward as if introducing him. Remembering what his father said Hearth merely bowed to both the visitors keeping back and silent. The woman smiled at him warmly but the man just starred at him curiously making him sliglhy uncomfortable. The lady than spoke. "A very pleasant trip your majesty. Thank you. This is my son Blitzen." She said gesturing to her son who did the same as Hearth and gave a small awkward bow to them. Hearth read her lips and then stared at Blitzen. So this was his betrothed. Hearth continued to stare at him. Blitzen appeared uncomfortable and unsure but he smiled politely at Hearth. He didn't seem mean or angry which was a good sign. Hearth wanted to smile back at the man he would soon be married to for better or worse but was stopped when he saw his father turn to him. Hearth read his lips clearly. "Hearthstone. You shall return to your chambers for now whiel we prepare the ceremony. I will send for you when it is time" With that Hearth quickly turned and left. As he got near the door Inge came and followed him out. ** BLITZEN POV Blitzen didnt know what to make of his betrothed. The guy stood slumped over his face blank like a stone. Blitz could feel his glare over him the whole time they stood their. The guy was very handsome. He was tall and willowy. He was also very pale. His skin was like milk and his hair was so blonde it was white. What really struck Blitz was how beautiful his eye were. They were bright grey. Like reflective crystals. He couldn't help but stare into them as Hearth seemed to look at him gloomily. He he gotten the feeling Hearth might not be so happy to be marrying him. Blitz wasn't happy about the marriage either but the face Hearth had on was withdrawn. Perhaps Blitz was right and the Prince was upset to be marrying a bastard son of a queen. Blitzen sat alone in a sitting room gazing blankly out a window waiting for the ceremony to start. So many thoughts going through his mind he didnt notice the maid come up behind him. "Excuse me your majesty." A voice said behind him. He looked around to see a petite blonde girl holding out a tray of tea to him. 'Would you like some tea your majesty?" She said quietly. Blitz blinked a few times and then nodded. She set the tray down on the table in front of him and started to pour him a glass. "Thank you" he managed to choke out. " Also it's not 'your majesty'. I'm not a prince." "My apologies" the girl said. " What should I address you as?" She asked. "Dont apologize. And you can just call me Blitzen. I don't like this whole titles thing." Blitz said to her as she finished pouring his cup. "Ok master Blitzen." The girl said. "And what should I call you?" Blitzen asked polielty to the girl. She looked at him confused. As if she wasn't use to the question. "Master Blitzen may call me Inge if he likes." Inge responded. Blitz smiled at her. "Thank you for the tea Inge. Please sit down. It's terrible sitting here by myself whiel I wait. Have some tea." Blitz said sincerely. Inge shifted from leg to leg nervously. Blitz realised she might not be allowed to sit with him. So he got up and locked the door. "There now no one can barge in. Please have some tea with me." He asked. She nodded and sat down in the vacant chair. Blitz went to sit down again. He passed her a cup of tea which she slowly sipped. Blitz had some of his. It tasted like bitter leaves. He was too use to the fruit tea of his kindgom. "So what do you do here Inge?" He asked "I am a maid. I mostly serve and take care of master Hearthstone." She said hugging her cup. This made Blitz sit up straighter and lean forward slightly. "What is Hearthstone like? I mean I'm about to marry him and I know nothing about him. Does he have any hobbies? Is he always that quiet?" He asked the blonde girl. She looks out the window as if weighing how to say her answer. "Master Hearthstone is kind and gentle. He is very different from his father. He spends most of his days studying. He loves reading." She sais then pauses. "He is always very quiet." She says at almost a whisper. She looks like she wants to say more but holds back before it slips out. After a few awkward seconds she says. "I am sorry for talking out of place master Blitzen, but I hope you treat master Hearthstone well. That you are kind to him. He is a wonderful person and I do not wish to see him hurt" This statement strung a cord with Blitz. He smiles up at Inge. "I have no intentions of hurting Hearthstone. I only hope I'm good enough for him" he says lowering his head. Inge puts down her cup and says. "Thank you. Also I'm very sorry master Blitzen but I have to go attend to master Hearthstone. The ceremony starts in 20 minutes." And with that she stood up and left the room. * The wedding was short. The throne room was filled with a small number of dignitaries and other important families. Hearth stared blankly at him the whole time. Blitz tried to convey some feelings to Hearth as he looked back at him, but he couldn't tell if Hearth understood. At their vows Hearth simply gave a nod for 'I do' and then proceeded to look at his shoes. At the end when they were suppose to kiss Blitz leaned up and only placed a small quick kiss on the side of Hearth's lips. Hearth smiled at him sliglhy as he did so, but Blitz also thought it could have been a trick of the light. After the ceremony Hearth spent the entire meal with his head down like he didn't wish to talk. This left Blitz sitting awkwardly beside him staring down at his plate too. He wanted to say something to Hearth but nothing came to him. Instead he sat in shock at the fact the tall pale man sitting beside him was his husband. And now they were to be together forever. He he hadn't even said one word to this man and yet he was expected to be with him for eternity. The night wore on quick. Hearth and him were expected to join in on one dance. The invited guests danced around them whiel Blitz held Hearth in his hands. Hearth seemed pretty graceful but he couldn't dance well. His step with off beat with the music by at least half a second. Blitz didn't mind as he quickly helped Hearth get on beat. Hearth kept his eyes down avoiding eye contact. When he finally looked up his face was a blank slate but his eyes looked sad and mournful. "Are you ok Hearthstone?" Blitz asked him concerned. Hearth stared at his face as he spoke and then nodded just as the song was finishing. Feeling exhausted Blitzen got permission from his mother and King Alderman to head in early. Hearthstone was sent with him. Inge led them to a bed chamber. Inside was a simple bed and a small sitting space in the middle of the room. A large window opened to a balcony. The doors were open letting in a gentle fall breeze. All the walls in the room were lined with bookshelves filled with tons of books. A few even lay open on the table in the middle.Blitz guessed this must be Hearth' s chambers. Inge lit the fireplace and closed the balcony doors. On her way back out Blitz saw her gently rub Hearths upper arm in a comforting way. She moved her hands briefly in a odd manner and then closed the door behind them. They were alone now for their first time. Having only said 4 words to the guy he really didn't feel ok with going through with what his mother had told him to do. Instead he walked over to the small sitting area and picked a book off the table. He read the cover. It was a book on the ancient runes of the Vikings. He turned to Hearth who was watching him from a few meters away. "Have you read all these?" He asked Hearth. Hearth watched him speak then nodded. He shifted his feet oddly and fidgeted his hands. He looked uncomfortable, in pain, yet a small tug at the corners of his lips told Blitz the guy was almost smiling at that question. "That is amazing. I usually don't have time to read. My mother keeps me busy. You must be very smart then." Blitz said trying to coax the guy into talking to him. A small smile slowly etched across Hearth's face but he shook his head. He came forward and sat in front of Blitz on the couch. He lowered his head keeping his eyes now on his hands. Blitz felt the awkward creep back in with more force. He distracted himself by reading the first few pages of the book he picked up. The lanugues isn't English but instead small little Nordic looking symbols. He has no idea what it says. "Can you read this language?" Blitz asks again when Hearth looks up. Hearth nods smiling a tiny bit again. Blitz feels his heart begin to feel more hopeful. At least he can make the guy kinda smile. "Wow. That's so cool. How many languages do you know?" He asked looking around at all the book shelves. Hearth keeps his eyes on him but raised his hands and puts up 6 fingers. 6 languages now thats amazing Blitz thinks. "Is everything ok Hearth? Did I do something wrong" Blitz asks now concerned as to why his odly enough husband doesnt talk to him. Hearth just nods. He raised his hands in the air but the stops halfway up and they slowly fall back down. Hearths smile has disappeared and his eyes swell with sadness. One small tear escapes. Feeling like he did something wrong Blitz scrambles to his feet and pulls out his handkerchief. He carefully sits beside Hearth being careful not to be too close. He passes him the handkerchief to wipe the tear away. Hearth does and takes a deep breath. His face goes back blank. No more tears escape. "I'm sorry" Blitzen says but Hearth doesn't seemed to hear. The tall guy however raises on arm and makes a fist. He moves it in circles over his chest. He then gets up and walks over to a desk. Blitz watches him pull something out. What looks like a pencil and some paper. Something dawns on him. When Hearh sits back down Blitz turns to him and says. "You can't speak can you?" Hearth nods again and then raised his hand. They are shaking but he taps his ear with his finger and then his mouth. Blitz figures it out. "You can't hear. You're deaf" he says. Hearth nods again. He takes the pencil and write on the paper. "Father said I wasn't to talk to anyone until after the wedding. He was worried you would pull out once you found out. But it's not fair for you to be stuck with a disappointing husband like me so I want to tell you before... before it is too late... You are kind and handsome you can do better" Blitz reads this unable to figure out a response. Did Hearth really consider himself a disappointing husband. If anyone should be a disappointing husband it was himself. A bastard child of a minor queen who spends his free time esigning clothes. He wasn't what you would call a good husband choice. Hearth looked up and their eyes met. Hearth's eye glowing like reflective glass in the orange light of the fire. Blitz doesn't know if this marriage was going to work , but he sure as hell knew one thing. He was inexplicably drawn to Hearthstone. He took his hand and placed it over Hearth' s. "Your going to have to teach me how to talk to you through signs of we are going to be married." Blitz said giving hearth a smile. This time hearth gave a real small smile back. It was beautiful. It lite up his face like the sun. "I mean that's if you want to be married to me.I'm nothing special. You could do better" He continues. Hearth stares at him blankly and then nods and shakes his head. He moves his hands in an odd gesture then quickly picks up the paper and writes. 'Marriage, we are married.' He then gives Blitz a twitch of a small smile. Blitz raised his hand and repeats the motion and says. "Married. Till death do us party Hearth gives a full smile now. Blitz wonders how long it's been since his husband has smiled like that. *** HEARTH'S POV Hearth feels himself smiling at his new husband. He has never met anyone like Blitz before. Blitz seems kind and light hearted. The way he looks at him makes his heart want to break. No even a small glint of disgust or resentment. Blitz looks at him with only concern and care. Sometimes a shine of happiness. His face may look like he is uncomfortable and unsure but he always keeps a small smile on his face especially when talking to him. When blitz says he wants to learn to sign to be able to talk to him he almost cried with happiness. He wasn't exspectig such acceptance and now his husband not only wanted to stay with him regardless of his deafness, but also wanted to get to know him. Hearth couldn't think of anyway to show Blitz the same kindness back. He was also struggling coming to terms with what they still needed to do. Hearth knew a small bit about what was expected of them and he wasn't sure he was confident enough to be able to do his duty. Blitz sat beside him looking just as uncomfortable. After a few minutes Blitz's head shifted up and turned to the door. Hearth guessed someone was knocking. Blitz got up to answer it. In came Inge again. She was holding a pile of fresh towels and some night clothes for Blitzen. She set them down awkwardly keeping her eyes down. She then even more awkwardly shuffled over to him. She pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to him. She quickly scurried out of the room. Hearth looked at the folded paper. The neat elegant writing of his father was scrawled across it. Hearth read it. It was short but the message was clear. Seal your marriage. Don't mess up. Do your duty and try not to be a disappointment. He would expect him and his new husband at breakfast tomorrow properly married. Hearth went red with a mixture of nervousness and anger towards his father. He threw the paper in the fire. He turned to see Blitz standing behind him watching curiously. He was very handsome. Hearth swallowed hard. He could do this. He could be brave. He didn't know really anything about this but he knew the gist and where to start. Hopefully it wouldn't be so hard. Blitz was kind and caring, so hopefully it wouldn't be as bad as he feared. Fighting the instinct to run out of the room in fear Hearth took some nervous steps towards Blitz. When he got in front of him he raised his hands and placed them on both sides of Blitzens face. He titled his own head down and placed a kiss on Blitz's lips. He felt Blitz kiss him back. 'Ok so this isn't so bad' Hearth thought as he deepened his kiss. He felt clumsy and inexperienced but Blitz still kissed him back. Blitz hands now on his waist Hearth felt himself move his hands down. Still keeping contact with Blitz's lips he placed his hands of Blitz chest. His hands were shaking now. He tried to undo the buttons of Blitzens shirt but his hands were trembling to much. His knees began to shake. Blitz pulled away from his lips and looked up with the same kind expression he had given him all night. He reached up and held both Hearths hands in his stopping his failed attempt to undress his husband. " Hearthstone I don't want to do this like this. If you are uncomfortable or unsure. Or even if you dont want to do this we don't have to." Blitz said to him squeezing his hands tightly shirt his. Hearth remembered his father's commands and shook his head. He wasn't ready but he knew his duty to his family. Before he could get up the nerve to continue Blitz pulled his hands and dragged him over to the couch. He made Hearth sit down beside him. He turned to hearth and said. "In my culture, where I grew up with my dad, marriages are sealed with a kiss not this." Blitz said. "So as far as I'm concerned I'm now devoted to you." Blitz said and then bowed his head like he was one of the servants. "So I'm here for whatever you need." Blitz continued. "Speaking of which what should I call you now you know...? Ummm do I call you your majesty, or my Lord? Or...?" Blitz stopped taking when Hearth began to shake his head. He picked up the pencil on the table and wrote. "Do not call me any of those. Just call me Hearthstone. Or Hearth for short." Hearth felt himself bkush a little. No one exceot his brotuerbhad called him Hearh. Blitz read the paper and a smile crept on his face. Blitz pov "Ok Hearth. Do you want to go to bed? You look pretty tired. I'll sleep here on the couch if you want." Blitz said. He liked the way Hearths name sounded when he said it. He also decided to sleep on the couch. He didn't want to push Hearth. The guy was obviously struggling with everything that had happened the last 12 hours. To his surprise Hearth shook his head. He wrote down. "No you can sleep with me if you want." Hearth got up and walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Blitz feeling a little awkward got up and went behind a changing curtain and put on the night clothes Inge had brought. When he came out Hearth was crawling into the bed side closest to the wall. Blitz took a deep breath to steady himself and climbed in beside Hearth. He wanted to talk to the guy but his words would fall on silent ears. Hearth had his back to him and was facing the wall. So Blitz pulled up his side of the covers and fell asleep. He would have to get to know his new husband better tomorrow.

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Impossible Possibilities Chapter 3 (Delsin Rowe x Reader)

Tags: @delzinrowe @troy-baeker @rafeadler-trash

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When you reached the first checkpoint- which was crumbled down with an aura of smoke- you silently blessed your best friend and scolded yourself for not thinking about the checkpoints, which you surely would have failed getting through. The extent of damage that was shown on the television vaguely extended to the real life scenario; while some checkpoints were destroyed, the D.U.P still controlled the districts with their fearful authority. The citizens of Seattle were split on their reactions to the D.U.P: some bore looks of fear when they past them, and some shouted words of appraisal to the guards. These were the same people who held rallies promoting the detainment of all ‘bio-terrorists’. You knew that if you were going to survive in this city you would have to keep a low-profile.

You’re first objective was to find Delsin. Your cell phone had been destroyed when you first got attacked by Augustine- so with no means of technology you had to rely on the breadcrumb trail of tags that adorned the various buildings of Seattle. You knew they were undoubtedly his; the artwork always provided visual commentary to his political beliefs, often in obscure ways, pertaining to his own proclaimed wit on the subject matter.  

You now stood in a dimly lit alleyway, hearing the dull sound of paint leaving its aerosol container become louder as you softly walked over to the perpetrator. He stood there adorned in his usual attire, his face contorted in a look of utter concentration as he painted the wall in front of him. You stood in the shadow of the building for a moment, hidden from the man who – despite his usual attentiveness to his surroundings- was still completely oblivious to your presence.

“Put that on a canvas and you could probably sell it for a pretty penny” Your voice broke through the silence as he stood and admired his work. You stepped out of the shadows as he turned around to find the voice. Upon seeing you, his face lit up in pure joy- an action that sent a jolt through you, which only intensified when he dropped the red spray paint he had in his hand and ran towards you, lifting you into a strong embrace.  His hands first gripped the fabric on your back, until he put you back on the ground sliding his hands towards the exposed skin on your arms. Then a different jolt spread throughout your body as you felt his skin on yours, a jolt that automatically dragged you into a blackness that eventually opened up into your memories. Every single memory that held importance in the life you had lived played like a movie as you watched, helpless, with no idea why this was going on.

Your parents showed up first, their faces light with the look of joy as they walked with you along the banks of the river that you visited often. Delsin was the second memory to appear, smaller and chubbier as he was at six years old. As he stood in front of you with a wild grin, you immediately recognized the memory as the first time you met Delsin. The boy grinned at you wildly in the sandbox of what you knew was your elementary school playground. Then the memory swirled away to a now older Delsin, standing underneath a large oak tree with you holding one hand, and his brother Reggie holding the other. The memory encompassed the complete grief and sadness that occurred on that day: the day that Delsin and Reggie had to bury their parents. The memory transitioned now to the Longhouse. Your parents, along with Betty, Reggie, and other members of the tribe watched as Delsin squirmed underneath the sharp animal bone that held the dye that would eventually heal into his Akomish tattoo that he proudly bore. His tattoo was the next thing that materialized in your next memory. You were admiring its intricate patterns as you two sat underneath the starry sky by the waterfall. You looked towards his face and realized that he had fallen asleep, the steady rise and fall of his chest providing comfort to you. You looked at the sixteen year old boy with a delicate gaze, scanning over his features like you have done so many times since. With a jolt that was now all familiar to you, you felt the pang of love. This was the moment that you realized you were in love with Delsin.

Suddenly the memories faded to black as the light of the day shone through your closed eyelids. You placed your hand over your eyes to shield them from the sunlight and you opened them slowly. Delsin grunted and placed his arm on the other side of his sprawled out body to help himself up before walking to you with a slight limp to raise you off the ground.

“Was that you poking around in my head or am I just going crazy?” you said with extreme confusion to what had just happened. Hesitation was locked on your features, what if he saw all of that?

“I’m going to say that you’re going crazy, I think you just knocked us both out” he laughed as he looked at his hands -that were now encased in water- before continuing.

“But you did fail to mention that you’re Aquawoman now.” He lifted his hands in front of him, producing a spurt of water. A joyful laugh left his lips again. The hesitation that guarded your features disappeared as you looked at his laughing face.

“Oh you mean this?” You lifted your index finger, splashing Delsin with large droplets of water “yeah, this is new”. You laughed at him as he brushed the water that landed on his vest. He glanced up, his smile now turning into concerned protection

“I am glad you’re okay, but you shouldn’t be here- you’re just going to get hurt again” he grabbed your hand with a gentle caress.

“I’m not going to leave you here to deal with all of those D.U.P guards across the city Del.  I know you’re a big, bad conduit now- but two is always better than one. And besides, we’re Akomish, we take care of our own.” At your last words a smile crept back onto his lips.

“Atta girl” he said softly looking down at you before dropping his hold on your hand and placing both hands behind you, pinning you against the brick and his body. A blush made its way onto your cheeks, trying to fathom what was happening until you heard the sirens and gunfire: The D.U.P.

“Stay behind me, and for the love of God: Don’t get killed.” He whispered harshly in your ear before placing a distracted kiss on your forehead. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way towards the first guard knocking him down with alarming speed. The adrenaline started to race through your veins as you felt your hands get damp with the coolness of the water. You saw the guard appear on your right and your hand instinctively shot out, subduing him in a swirling casket of water on the ground. Delsin was a little farther ahead of you as his words rang in your head: Stay behind me. You were never one to listen to what people told you, so you lifted yourself to the nearest rooftop with your set of aquatic propellers, running along the concrete surface blasting the D.U.P guards with shaky accuracy, subduing the ones that you hit- and Delsin getting the ones that you had missed. You stopped and looked across at the opposing rooftop, Delsin stared back at you with a mischievous grin before looking down at the large D.U.P vehicle below you. He then ran off the rooftop, and your feet began to move without even thinking. If he jumped, you jumped. You both spiraled down towards the vehicle- Delsin surrounded in a ball of smoke, and you surrounded in a circle of water. Then the vehicle along with the three remaining guards raced closer to your vision until you both crashed to the ground in a whirlwind of smoke and water, each fighting for the dominating destruction. You immediately reached out for Delsin when you were released of your watery shield. The remaining guards were down on the ground and the vehicle had taken noticeable damage.  Delsin got on top of the vehicle with minimal effort and held his hand out for you to join him. You took it eagerly and stood on the top of the large machine. He raised the core of the vehicle out from its constraints then stepped back and looked at you.

“Please, do the honours” he said while aiming his arm towards the glowing core. You looked at him quickly before delivering the final blows to the vehicle. When the glowing blue began to dull to black Delsin grabbed your hand, and in a wave of smoke took you off the vehicle to the safety of the ground. His arm automatically flew around you, forming a shield for whatever debris flew towards you as the D.U.P vehicle exploded with a deafening roar.

You both got up slowly taking in the scene around you. Smoke and water lay among the guards that you two had collectively suppressed. Delsin patted your back and started laughing

“Look at you go, you’re a natural. Soon enough you’ll be better than me” He looked down at you with a proud grin.

“Careful there Del, I don’t want to hurt your precious ego now” you stated, playfully poking his chest. He rolled his eyes and laughed, wrapping his arm around you as you two began to walk past the scene you two had just caused.

“So what’s next?” you asked

“Maybe some pizza, all this fighting made me hungry.” He replied lightly

“I’m serious Del. I want to fight this with you.” He glanced at you briefly before sighing.

“I’m going to need more powers before I go up against Augustine, and we’re both going to need more practice. She’s powerful- more powerful than I would like to admit. But she needs to be stopped. And we are basically the dream team, so she’s going to have to watch her back” he squeezed your shoulder. You looked up at Delsin and recognized the boy he was, and the man he had become. You were intensely proud of him.

“Let’s go get that bitch”.