#denmark scenario

[milaisreading]

Scenario where Denmark introduces (C/n) to other nations after forcing her out of isolation

Finland: So, you two are close now?

Sweden: Like friends or something?

Norway: Hmm?

Denmark: Of course! We are best friends now! Right, (C/n)?! *asks while patting her on the back*

C/n:....

*1 minute later*

C/n: Right. We are.

Denmark: WHAT THE HELL TOOK YOU SO LONG?!

Iceland: So... she is held here against her will?

Denmark: No, she is not!!

[apersonwholikeslotus]

I saw one of these and would just like to say when I joined the fandom this was it, everyone was nigh on obsessed with them.

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hetalia: Nordic Europe Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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Denmark

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

With a S/O who have Phalloplasty and Top surgery scars🥀🍭

Sweden

With a S/O who have Phalloplasty and Top surgery scars🥀🍭

Norway

With a S/O who have Phalloplasty and Top surgery scars🥀🍭

Iceland

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

Finland

- Empty -

[timmymyluv]

Saoirse Ronan as Princess Alexandra 'Alix' of Denmark

in the let others wage war series

"Sea King's daughter from over the sea,

Alexandra!

Saxon and Norman and Dane are we,

But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee,

Alexandra!"

— A Welcome to Alexandra, Alfred, Lord Tennyson

recently changed alix's face claim to saoirse but elle (who switched characters with seersh) will still be in the story! my beloveds 🫂🫂💗

[thehmn]

I love how many stories there are from WWII where people survive encounters with nazis, even the gestapo, simply by bullying them and claiming to know important nazi members.

I’m listening to the podcast A Very Secret Life where a man tells his dad’s story. He was part Danish, part German, and worked as a spy for England. He was very valuable to the Brits because being part German and being able to speak perfect German meant the nazis trusted him. He almost got caught during a mission in Germany but managed to escape simply by yelling at the German police and saying he had some very important stuff to deliver to their superiors so they better call their damn office and then they’d see who was in trouble!

When he finally escaped to Denmark the gestapo showed up at his mom’s apartment looking for him and she did the same thing. She was full blooded German and stated shouting at them about her important cousin who outranked all of them and she even chased them all the way down the stairs and started kicking their cars until they left. That meant nobody suspected her of secretly being a nazi supporter after the war despite being German because everyone remembered her chasing the gestapo away.

It’s such a classic scenario when you base a system on fear. I’ve heard of western soldiers in the Middle East who backed out of a situation because someone threatened to get them in trouble with their superiors. Will any military ever learn to stop being so mean to their people they end up spending more time trying to avoid their own bosses than anything else?

[daisynik7]

Saw that your requests are open and I've had a scenario on my mind that I think only your way of writing reader and Nanami would do justice to: Nanami and reader are cuddling, she's tad bit more clingy then usual, hands wandering, playing with his tie. Then she tells him she is craving a Danish and he gets more handsy, but then she pulls back and says "the pastry". Nanami is speechless before he hears her laughing, telling him she's joking (and he just can't her get away with that right?)

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

cw: smut – soft dom!Nanami, mutual masturbation, blowjob, cum-eating, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, PIV sex (missionary, mating press), multiple orgasms, Nanami uses every pet name in the book lol (princess, honey, love, sweetheart)

Author’s Note: Ahhhhh anon I’m absolutely honored you’d entrust me with this scenario because I LOVE IT. I really hope you like it!

It’s after dinner on a weeknight. Your husband, Nanami, too lazy to change out of his work attire, relaxes on the couch beside you, watching an episode of Jeopardy. “What is ‘The Grapes of Wrath’?” he answers, a smug look on his face when he gets it correct.

You roll your eyes playfully at him, nudging him. “Honey, you don’t have to answer in the form of a question, it’s just us here.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he comments, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

You cuddle closer to him, leaning against his chest, fiddling with his spotted tie. He continues to play the game with himself. “What is Denmark?”

This gives you a naughty idea. You get a little more handsy, toying with the buttons on his dress shirt. Nanami’s concentration breaks a bit, eyeing you with curiosity and intrigue as you brush your palm across his chest, thumb grazing his nipples through the fabric. 

“Speaking of Denmark,” you mention, mouth hot on his ear, “I’m really craving a Danish inside me right now.” 

This gets his complete attention. He raises a brow at you, smirking. “Oh?” Sliding his hand behind your neck, excited, he tugs you in for a kiss. Before your lips meet, you pause, pulling back slightly. “I meant the pastry,” you tease, with a sly grin. 

The look on his face is priceless. He blinks several times, unable to say anything, trying to comprehend this mean prank. You laugh, “Oh honey, I’m only kidding!” Cupping his cheek, you shift towards him, nuzzling your nose to his. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist.” You pout, begging for a kiss.

He doesn’t move, staring at you with a serious expression, jaw clenched. “You think this is funny?” he asks in low sinister voice, pressing his forehead to yours. “Look how excited you got me with your little joke.” He glances down at his lap, your gaze following, seeing the bulge protruding from beneath his slacks. 

You gulp, already salivating for your husband’s cock. “I said I was sorry,” you respond, batting your lashes at him, feigning innocence.

“Sorry is not going to cut it, sweetheart. I can’t let you get away with this so easily.” He shifts in his seat, erection growing harder and tighter in the confines of his trousers. You lean forward, hands sliding up his lap slowly until he stops you. “Ah, ah, ah. You don’t get to touch me after that stunt you pulled. You’re going to sit here and watch as I play with myself. Got it?”

You nod, pussy throbbing between your legs, staring at him as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, removing them completely. Clad only his briefs with a small smirk on his face, he shoves the waistband down, boner stiff against his abdomen, glistening with a bead of precum at the tip. He wraps his fist around the shaft, stroking it, pace gradually increasing as you squeeze your thighs together, desperate to feel any sort of friction. A whine escapes from within your throat, unable to contain your arousal any longer. “Kento, please.”

His breathing is labored, expression turning wilder with lust. “Please what, princess?”

“Please touch me.”

He huffs out a chuckle. “You can do it yourself, can’t you honey? I know you can.”

You don’t argue with him, accepting this little form of punishment. At this point, it almost feels like torture, the way he denies you. You slide your sweats off hastily, showing off the frilly heart-patterned underwear you decided to wear tonight, not expecting TV trivia to lead to this. He doesn’t let up, stroking himself faster while he watches you strip, piece by piece. Soon, you’re naked beside him, laid down on the couch, thighs splayed for the perfect view. His expression changes, a frenzied look on his face, biting his lip at the sight of your pussy shiny with slick. He’s amazed at how wet you already are without even touching yourself. He’s swallows his desire, resisting the urge to taste you just yet almost forgetting the reason why he’s doing this in the first place. It’s all part of his plan to teach you a lesson about pranking him. Or maybe an excuse to do something really nasty tonight. Either way, he’s going to draw this out for as long as possible. 

Without wasting another second, you reach for your clit, flicking it with your middle finger, dipping into your slippery cunt, then back again on your swollen bud. You let out a gravelly moan, your own touch not enough to satisfy your desires. He’s unraveling quickly at the show you’re putting on for him, mesmerized by each stroke. “You said you’re craving a Danish, right? Go ahead.” He releases his grip on himself, shifting forward to present his thick cock near your lips. “Put it in your mouth and swallow.”

Lips surrounding his tip, one hand on his shaft and the other at your arousal, you blow him, surprised when he comes after a few bobs. “Good girl,” he purrs, rocking his hips back and forth, filling you with his warm cum. You swallow loudly, resisting the gag reflex as it hits the back of your throat, still tapping your slick-coated fingers on your clit. Finally, he touches you, caressing your cheek, thumb wiping at the corner of your mouth where his cum leaks out. “Have you learned your lesson, princess?” 

Not ready for this to be over, you shake your head no, his dick still hard on your tongue. 

He smiles. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Is that cunt wet enough for me, honey? Let me see.”

You pull off him, laying back on the couch to spread your legs. He bows his head towards you, tongue out, lapping at your needy clit. The sensation causes you to whimper, the pleasure radiating out through your limbs. He’s always relentless when he eats you out, but this time, he wants you squirming for him more so than usual. Have you twitching and spasming so that you’re seeing stars and your muscles are sore the next day. Lips puckered at your bud, he slurps and sucks on you, middle and ring fingers slipping into your entrance, curling at the tips. He spits on your clit, coating his frothy, thick saliva all over you. “You take it so well, honey. Getting so wet for me.”

“Fuck!” you yell out, arching your back. 

He hums into your skin, delighted in the way you clench his digits, indicating how close you are to your climax. “Give it to me, love. Don’t you fucking hold back.” He continues to stimulate you until your quaking for him, moaning and cursing through your orgasm. You can hear the wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you, gathering every drop of your cum. Embarrassed, you turn your head to the side, facing the back cushion of the couch. 

“Don’t look away, sweetie. Watch me.” He tips your chin towards him, sliding his shiny fingers in his mouth, licking your slick off. “You did such a good job, getting this pussy wet for me. You think you deserve this cock now?”

You nod, unable to form a coherent thought, completely enraptured by him. 

“Use your words, honey. I want to hear you say it.”

With the back of your hand, you wipe away the drool from your chin, swallowing hard. “I want your cock, baby. Please.”

He looms over you, intensity in his expression. “Then apologize.”

You suddenly remember what got you here in the first place. That silly joke. You bite your lip, holding back your giggle to keep up the serious act. “I’m sorry, Kento. I’m so sorry.”

Satisfied, he growls, “You better be. Now take this fucking dick like the good slut you are.” He rubs his cock on your bud, sliding it up and down your pussy lips before guiding it slowly into your entrance. “Fuck,” he mutters, sucking in a breath when he bottoms out. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He thrusts his hips, slowly at first, relishing the way you squeeze around him. Eventually, he slides his palms behind your thighs, positioning your body into a mating press, pounding into you fiercely. Sweat rolling down his forehead, cheeks flushed, gaze concentrated on your face with your lips parted and moans pouring out wantonly with each pump. 

He reaches his second orgasm like this, shooting his hot load deep inside you. Before his pulls out, he massages your clit with his thumb, begging you to come again, smearing his cum on you. You do, eyes glazed over, body overflowing with ecstasy, voice hoarse from your incessant whining. Nanami lies next to you on the couch, cupping your face and kissing you for the first time during this whole ordeal. You relax against him, his tongue swirling around yours, pulling you closer into a tender embrace. 

Eventually, the two of you, still in a daze, make your way to the bathroom, cleaning yourselves up and getting ready for bed. Both of you are cozy in your pajamas, bundled under the covers, Nanami spooning you from behind. You nestle into his arms, interlocking your fingers with his. “But can we actually get a Danish though?”

He laughs, kissing the back of your neck and snuggling closer to you. “Tomorrow morning, for breakfast. The only Danish you’re getting tonight is me.” 

[reasonsforhope]

"A net-zero power system is closer than we think.

New research, published by RMI, indicates that an exponential surge in renewable energy deployment is outpacing the International Energy Agency’s most ambitious net-zero predictions for 2030. 

That’s right: Surging solar, wind, and battery capacity is now in-line with net-zero scenarios. 

“For the first time, we can, with hand on heart, say that we are potentially on the path to net zero,” Kingsmill Bond, Senior Principal at RMI, said. “We need to make sure that we continue to drive change, but there is a path and we are on it.”

And that’s really good news.

Exponential growth in renewable energy has put the global electricity system at a tipping point. What was once seen as a wildly daunting task — transitioning away from fossil fuels — is now happening at a faster pace every year. 

Based on this new research, conducted in partnership with the Bezos Earth Fund, RMI projects that solar and wind will supply over a third of all global electricity by 2030, up from about 12% today, which would surpass recent calls for a tripling of total renewable energy capacity by the end of the decade. 

Global progress in the renewable energy sector

China and Europe have been leading the way in clean energy generation, but the deployment of renewable energy has also been widely distributed across the Middle East and Africa. 

Research from Systems Change Lab shows that eight countries (Uruguay, Denmark, Lithuania, Namibia, Netherlands, Palestine, Jordan, and Chile) have already grown solar and wind power faster than what is needed to limit global warming to 1.5°C, proving that a swift switch to renewable energy is not only feasible — it’s entirely achievable. 

In order to make that switch, globally, wind and solar need to grow from 12% to 41% by 2030. Denmark, Uruguay, and Lithuania have already achieved that increase in the span of eight years.

Meanwhile, Namibia, the Netherlands, Palestine, Jordan, and Chile have grown solar and wind energy at sufficient rates for five years...

The economic impact of climate progress

Not only is this an exciting and unprecedented development for the health of the environment, but this rapid transition to clean energy includes widespread benefits, like jobs growth, more secure supply chains, and reductions in energy price inflation. 

This progress spans both developing and developed countries, all driven to accelerate renewables for a number of different reasons: adopting smart and effective policies, maintaining political commitments, lowering the costs of renewable energy, and improving energy security. 

And with exponential growth of clean energy means sharp declines in prices. This puts fossil fuels at a higher, uncompetitive cost — both financially and figuratively. 

RMI suggests that solar energy is already the cheapest form of electricity in history — and will likely halve in price by 2030, falling as low as $20/MWh in the coming years. This follows previous trends: solar and battery costs have declined 80% between 2012 and 2022, and offshore wind costs are down 73%."

-via Good Good Good, July 12, 2023

Let me repeat that:

For the first time in history, we are on an actual, provably achievable path to net zero emissions

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

warnings: mention of assault and stalking, also some lowkey smut.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: your sudden trip back home with Sihtric was full of surprises. Literally.

word count: 4,3k

Note: direct follow up to part 1! Also, I had so much fun with this part, I really hope you will enjoy it. Let me know! I've been typing for 5 hours straight and I can't see any errors anymore, so I apologise if there are any left.

taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion @sylas-the-grim @anditsmywholeheart

part 1

'Sihtric, tell me you are not actually proposing right now.'

You had fallen asleep in Sihtric's arms as the train made its way through the Eurotunnel. He nudged you awake when the train arrived in Calais. You felt nervous when you approached the border control. Sihtric had just jumped into the train with nothing but his passport, wallet and his phone. And his car and house keys, which he wouldn't need for a while you assumed

'Next,' the employee called you over and you handed him your documents. They checked your backpack as you walked through the metal detector.

'All good,' the employee smiled and let you through. 

You looked over your shoulder to Sihtric, who also was asked to step through the metal detector, which beeped loudly as he went through. You saw him throw up his hands, as if he forgot something and he took his keys out of his pocket. He smiled politely when the employee who checked his passport frowned, and you saw how he called someone over when he noticed Sihtric didn't have a train ticket.

'Oh, no,' you whispered. You looked back at Sihtric, who had rolled up his cargo pants and unclipped a knife that was attached to his ankle.

'What the fuck,' you muttered, thinking you had seen it all, and the border employees also started to look alarmed. 

But your eyes grew even wider when he repeated the movement at his other ankle and took out another dagger. Then he lifted his hoodie up, revealing a shoulder holster which held two guns. He took them out and placed them on the table, next to his knives.

Sihtric smiled sheepishly at the shocked employee in front of him and you watched Sihtric gesture that he had forgotten something, again. He reached into a random pocket and took out a small pocket knife, which he placed on the table next to his collection of weapons.

His eyes found yours and he shrugged as if apologising to you, but his grin betrayed that he was clearly enjoying this. Then a door suddenly swung upon and a large man walked towards Sihtric, who didn't seem to flinch at the size of the man.

'Sihtric Kjartansson?' his voice was loud and threatening, just like the man looked.

This was it, you thought. Sihtric was going to get arrested and you'd never see him again. Who the hell even brings weapons to border control. How could he be so reckless to travel with you like that? Shit. This may also get you in trouble. You started to sweat at your own made up doom scenario.

Sihtric looked at the man for a few seconds before they both broke out in smiles.

'Clapa!' Sihtric yelled and they hugged. 

You couldn't believe your eyes. They were hugging? Who the hell is that guy? And who the hell is Sihtric, really? The men were talking now, but you couldn't hear them as you were too far away.

'What brings you here, boy? Bored of England?' Clapa asked with a grin.

'No,' Sihtric smiled, 'a lady brings me here,' he nodded towards you. Clapa turned around to look at you and looked rather impressed before he turned back to Sihtric.

'What's a beauty like her doing with a rat like you?' He laughed and Sihtric rolled his eyes with a smile.

'Where are you heading to?'

'Denmark.'

'Denmark! With a mission?'

'Something like that,' Sihtric smiled and he glanced at you for a moment.

'All the way by train?' Clapa asked with a frown, 'no private planes anymore? Budget cuts at work?'

'Something like that,' Sihtric smirked.

Clapa squinted his eyes at Sihtric, 'You're not supposed to be here, are you?'

'Nope.'

Clapa snorted, 'I will inform the employees to let you through the borders all the way to Denmark. But only to Denmark, do not stray to other countries, you are not working so I can only get you this far.'

'Thank you,' Sihtric smiled and slightly bowed his head to the man. 

He turned and attached all his weapons back to where he had taken them from while Clapa inspected one of his guns.

'Still using the same I see?'

'Always,' Sihtric said, 'why change what works for you?'

'Very true,' Clapa nodded, 'so… who is the girl?'

'The girl,' Sihtric said as he held up a knife and pointed it towards Clapa, 'is my lady.'

'Hey, I was only asking,' Clapa laughed and threw his hands up, 'she must be special if you follow her.'

'She is. But I also fear she is in danger.'

'How so?'

Sihtric smacked his lips and stepped closer to Clapa. He shook his head before he spoke, 'she's not telling me everything, but something is wrong. She has… money problems. She tells me it's related to a medical bill.'

'Did you check her?'

'Yes,' Sihtric said with a hint of guilt in his voice, 'it's true she has a debt, but it's not an amount that should make her frightened whenever I ask about it.'

'Hm,' Clapa hummed, 'ex boyfriends?'

'Yes, but none that seem to cause any problems.'

'Family?'

Sihtric shook his head, 'nothing strange there either.'

'Work related?'

'I fear so. She had been attacked during one of her shifts, before we met. I've seen the documents,' he paused, 'and the scar.' 

Clapa looked at him with a furrowed brow and Sihtric pointed to his own thigh.

'Her femoral artery was almost severed.'

Clapa huffed and grimaced.

'She was lucky that whoever did it missed by an inch. But she won't talk to me about it.'

'So… I assume she doesn't know that you have been snooping around her records?'

Sihtric looked down at his feet and shook his head.

'Son, we all do that when we love someone. Don't feel bad, it's part of our job too. We need to know who we share our bed with,' Clapa said and placed his hand on Sihtric's shoulder, 'but you have to tell her at some point. I know you, Sihtric, the guilt will eat you alive.' He squeezed Sihtric's shoulder before slapping his bruised cheek, 'and stop getting yourself punched in the face, boy. Now go to your lady, she's waiting.'

You were a little reluctant to get close to Sihtric after the whole happening at the border. Sure, you knew about his job, but seeing what he carries on him, which you had been completely oblivious about to your surprise, did frighten you a little. Yet, it also made you more curious in a way. Sihtric noticed you had become a little distant afterwards, which didn't sit well with him. When you had boarded the next train, Sihtric wasted no time in cupping your cheeks once you sat down next to him.

'Baby?'

'Hm?' you hummed, looking up at him.

'I should've told you about the weapons, I'm sorry,' Sihtric said and kissed your forehead.

You shrugged, 'I guess I just didn't expect it.'

'Did it frighten you?' he asked as he nuzzled your nose. You sighed at the feeling.

'Maybe a little, yes. I just mainly feel stupid for not noticing it,' you said and poked his shoulder, now clearly feeling the holster underneath his hoodie.

'Well,' he chuckled, 'it is my job to go unnoticed.'

'Are you working?'

'No,' he smiled, 'any other questions, my love?'

'Is this what you always carry?'

'Usually, yes.'

'How did you get through the border?'

'I know people.'

'Like the big man who slapped your face?' you chuckled lightly.

'Hey now,' Sihtric raised his eyebrows, 'you never saw that.'

'Okay,' you giggled, 'you never even told me how you got that bruise.'

'And I never will,' he winked before he leaned in to kiss you. He was not going to tell you that during his last job, one week before you came over, he had startled Finan, who had fallen asleep while they were spying on their target. Finan, the sleeping oaf, had elbowed Sihtric in the face when he had tried to wake him up, leaving a reminder on Sihtric's cheek for several weeks.

'How long will you be staying?'

'As long as I can.'

'What if work calls you tonight?'

'Then I will not pick up,' he grinned and you rolled your eyes.

You quickly fell asleep again before it was time to transfer trains again, the last transfer you had to make before you got home, and to your surprise the train was rather quiet.

—-----

'How long until we reach Copenhagen?'

You took Sihtric's wrist and looked at his watch. 'About 30 minutes.'

Sihtric looked thoughtful at your answer and then gave you a cheeky grin.

'What?' you asked, raising an eyebrow.

'You want to kill some time?'

Sihtric cocked his head to a door a few seats away from you. You followed his eyes and saw he was looking at a toilet door.

'Really?'

Sihtric scoffed and winked, 'There's a lot I can do in 30 minutes.'

You snorted and looked around you, but didn't find any other people near you anymore. You shrugged and looked back at Sihtric, who was quick to take your hand and pulled you with him as he made way to the toilet. You halted him before he could open the door.

'But,' you grimaced as Sihtric looked at you, 'only if it's clean in there.'

Sihtric chuckled and nodded in agreement before he nearly kicked open the door and you both quickly inspected  the small space. Luckily for you, and by a miracle, this was the cleanest public toilet you had ever seen. You looked up at Sihtric with an impressed face and he wasted no time after your approval.

'Thank the gods,' Sihtric murmured as he nearly shoved you in with a laugh and locked the door behind him. His hands quickly found your waist and you pulled his hoodie when he pushed you up against the wall, while his lips caught yours. He moved one hand up to your nape as the other trailed down to your thigh. He pulled the skirt of your dress up and positioned himself in between your legs, digging his fingers in your thigh. You sighed against his lips when you felt how hard he was, causing you both to chuckle lightly. You lifted up his hoodie and watched him pull it over his head, exposing his muscular body, which you love so much. Your hands trailed up his chest as he cupped your cheeks, pulling you back in for a long kiss, which he didn't break until he felt you tugging at this shoulder holster and he pulled away from you.

'You want it off?' he asked hoarsely, his eyes darting over you.

'No,' you replied quickly, tugging his holster again to pull him closer.

'No?' Sihtric smirked, a little surprised but satisfied, 'oh, you like to see it now, hm?' 

'Shut up,' you hissed with a giggle and unbuttoned his pants.

But he was right. Something about Sihtric carrying his weapons on him as he was about to fuck you made you very excited. Something about knowing that this man, who could easily take down someone whenever and wherever he had to, made you desire him even more right now. Something about knowing that Sihtric was, in fact, a more dangerous man than you anticipated, made your head spin as you also knew he is so full of love for you. And even if he was armed to the teeth, you knew he would never lay a hand on you.

'Gods, you feel so good,' he moaned in your ear as you let him have his way with you.

'I need you to fill me with your cum,' you panted, tangling your fingers in his loose hair.

'Don't worry,' Sihtric groaned and tightened his grip on your thighs, 'I will fill you up, baby,' he chuckled in a mischievous manner. 

Your foot trailed down his leg and stopped once you felt his ankle holster under his cargo pants. You sighed at the realisation and pulled Sihtric's hair in reply, who moaned at your sudden roughness, something he hadn't seen from you before.

'Gods, baby, what has gotten into you today?' he purred, not hiding his amusement. 

'Hm, I don't know, babe,' you murmured, 'you just feel so good in me, Sith, don't stop.'

You heard him laugh. He knew exactly what it was as he had felt your feet go down his leg, and he wondered if you liked it more rough than you had let on before. Sihtric had never made an attempt to hide his dominance in bed, but as you had only been together a handful of times, he wasn't fully sure yet how far he could go with you. Up until now you had been a little reserved with him, as you had never been with a man of his physique before or a man with desires like his. Sihtric quickly understood you were a little taken aback by him the first time you had been intimate, so he always remained rather mild and tender with you, as you had been with him, which he didn't mind either. But you had no idea how aroused you were making him with your words and actions now, which was exactly the way he liked it.

'I won't stop until you cum on my cock, pretty baby,' he panted and bit your ear.

'Fuck, Sith, please,' you moaned, 'I'm so close.'

'I know you are close, my goddess, I can feel it. And it feels so fucking perfect.'

You quickly felt your high approaching when you suddenly heard a door slide open, right outside of the toilet, and someone shuffled slowly past the door.

'Fuck,' you hissed as quietly at you could. Sihtric chuckled lightly as he heard the presence of someone outside too. You expected him to stop for at least a moment, but instead he placed his hand over your mouth and pushed himself even deeper inside of you.

'Come on baby,' he whispered in your ear, 'I'm ready to fill you up, but you can't make a sound.' He pulled slightly back to look at you, showing how amused he was by knowing someone could hear them if they didn't keep quiet.

'Will you be quiet for me?' he asked as he slowly dragged his length out of you before thrusting hard back into you, making sure your moan was muffled by his hand.

You nodded quickly, desperately wanting to feel him spill inside you. He smirked and leaned in to kiss your neck softly down to your shoulder as he kept thrusting into you. He sunk his teeth in your shoulder and grunted when you pulled his hair again, giving him the last thing he needed to reach his high, which you quickly followed. And even if you had tried to stay quiet, there was no doubt in both your minds that whoever had shuffled past the door had heard something.

You looked at each other as your heads were still spinning and you both chuckled. You pulled him in for a kiss, which was so full with his love for you, that you thought your heart would simply explode right there.

'I love you so much,' Sihtric whispered in your ear as he buttoned up his pants.

'I love you more,' you smiled and kissed his cheek while you threw your skirt down over your knees again.

'Impossible,' Sihtric smirked and gently slapped your ass when you turned around to face yourself in the mirror, causing you to giggle and blush. As you fixed up your hair and your dress in the mirror you saw how he pulled his hoodie on again, and you couldn't help but grin at knowing all he hid underneath it.

'Who goes first?' you asked.

'I'll do it,' he smirked. He unlocked the door and poked his head out, not seeing anyone around.

'Come,' he said and took your hand, pulling you out the door with him. He closed the door behind him and as you both turned around you were suddenly looking down at a small, elderly lady who gave you both a disapproving look. 

You both froze and you felt how Sihtric was desperately trying to hold his laugh, as his chest was pressed against your back. You quickly kicked his foot with yours and you coughed.

'Hello,' you smiled awkwardly at the lady, who just shook her head in return.

'She felt unwell, I was only checking on her, ma'am,' Sihtric said sternly, but you rolled your eyes as you could already imagine his half serious face.

'Yes, she clearly was unwell. The noises I heard are not appropriate for a young lady,' the old hag spoke sourly. You raised your eyebrow.

'I beg your pardon?' you said and Sihtric snorted behind you, making the woman look him up and down.

'Oh dear lord,' she said and gestured a cross as she saw Sihtric's mjölnir pendant, 'it's always those damned pagans polluting the minds of the innocent. I will pray for you to be pardoned, miss,' she said as she quickly made her way into the toilet.

'What the fuck,' you mumbled as Sihtric politely pushed you back to your seat, 'why did she think I am innocent?'

'Probably,' he said as he sat down next to you, 'because you look so innocent,' he leaned in and brought his lips close to your ear, 'but I know now that you're not as innocent as I thought.'

You giggled as he pecked your cheek, but then he gave you a serious look.

'Listen,' he whispered, 'I could kill her now and no one would ever know.'

'Sihtric!' you laughed and slapped his chest.

Only minutes later the train arrived in Copenhagen. You got up and went to grab your backpack, but Sihtric took it before you could reach for it and swung it over his shoulder. You sighed at him, being perfectly capable of carrying your own bag, and he stuck his tongue out to you as if he knew what you were thinking, which made you laugh. You loved this silly man and couldn't imagine a life without him anymore.

Before the train came to a stop, the old lady had come to stand behind you, also needing to get off the train there. Your back was turned to her so you never knew she was there, but Sihtric saw her as he was facing you. And you always wondered why on earth Sihtric suddenly leaned in to kiss your cheek as he firmly grabbed your ass, making you jump up a little. You heard him chuckle and when you looked up at him, you saw he was proudly smiling. You were confused but shrugged it off before getting off the train. 

He never told you that the old lady had clutched the rosary around her neck in her hands as she saw Sihtric kiss your cheek and then roughly grab your ass, all while he looked the woman dead in the eyes.

—

After a short walk you reached your apartment building and took the elevator to your floor. Your fingers were continuously intertwined with Sihtric's, and it felt good to finally walk around in your city with your man by your side.

'When was the last time you were in Denmark?'

'Uh,' Sihtric said, 'about 5 years ago.'

'Oh. Work?'

'No,' he paused, 'my dad's funeral.'

'Oh, god. I'm so sorry. I didn't know…'

'Don't worry,' he chuckled and pulled you close, 'I never really told you about my family. It's a long story. But yes, my father is dead. And I thank the gods for that.'

You didn't know what to say so you gave him a compassionate look, to which he simply smiled.

'8th floor, huh?' he said as the elevator stopped.

'Yep. I overlook all of Copenhagen, you will love the view!'

'I already love the view,' he smiled as he looked at you, making you blush and roll your eyes once again, 'can't wait to see your place.'

'Yeah, so…' you stopped at your front door, 'if I knew you were coming back with me, I would have tidied the place up a little.'

'Oh, please, you know I do not care about that. You wouldn't believe the places I have slept in while being at work.'

You shrugged and nodded, he probably had a point there. You opened the door but before you could walk in, Sihtric had picked you up in his arms, bridal style, and he carried you inside.

'Wow, wow,' you laughed, 'we're not married, what are you doing?'

'What?' he laughed as he closed the door with his foot, 'would you marry me then?'

'Sihtric, tell me you are not actually proposing right now,' you smiled mildly concerned.

'But would you? If I was proposing right now?'

'But you're not, right?'

Sihtric shrugged.

'Sihtric, you're not!'

'I am not,' he grinned, 'but would you?'

'I mean… well, yeah, of course. I'd be a fool not to,' you giggled and you saw a wide smile appear on his face before he pecked your lips.

'Then I will make you my woman, I promise, but first I will get a ring, so you will have to wait for that, but I promise I won't keep you waiting long,' he rambled quickly.

'Okay, okay, Sihtric,' you laughed, 'I believe you.'

He tensed up a little, then sighed and shook his head, a little embarrassed, knowing he had rambled again. Something he always does when he gets really excited or really nervous. You thought it was adorable, but he hated it because he simply couldn't control the words that would come out of his mouth.

'Sihtric Kjartansson,' you smiled, 'I do not want you to disapprove of your own ramblings.'

You gave him a quick kiss and saw him relax again, knowing he could be completely himself with you.

'I know, my lady. Now, show me your home,' he said and walked through the hallway into your living room, still holding you in his arms.

'Livingroom,' you said plainly, 'it's where I vegetate most of my time.'

Sihtric snorted. You pointed to the open kitchen with a kitchen island. 

'Kitchen,' you said and then you pointed to the large window on the left, 'view.'

Sihtric walked over to the window, he looked at the view and then back at you, repeating it a few times.

'Impressive view, yes, but I prefer watching you still.'

'Oh, please,' you chuckled. Then you pointed to a narrow hall across from the kitchen and Sihtric walked over.

'Bathroom,' you said as he passed a door. He stopped at your words and took a few steps back, he opened the door with his elbow, while still holding you, and took a look inside.

'That will work,' he said and smirked at you.

'What?'

'The shower.'

'What's with my shower?'

'It looks like we both fit in there.'

'Sihtric!' you huffed, knowing the man just loved to pull you into the shower with him whenever he could. But somehow you always felt much dirtier getting out of the shower with him than when you got in, figuratively speaking of course. Sihtric laughed at you and walked to the last door in the narrow hall.

'Bedroom.'

'You wish for me to take you to the bedroom?' he grinned when you rolled your eyes again.

'No, now put me back down on my feet, you heathen,' you teased. He laughed and immediately obeyed, setting you back down on your feet.

'Look, I'll have to run to the store around the corner quickly, to get us some food and some other basic things,' you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

'Some other basic things?'

'Yes, because someone here travelled all the way to a different country without even a pair of clean socks.'

'I will not argue with that,' he laughed, 'I'll go with you.'

'Sith, it's okay,' you smiled, 'you can take a shower if you like, I'll be back in 15 minutes, I promise.'

'Fine,' Sihtric huffed.

'Fine,' you smiled.

'Sure you don't want to shower with me?' he asked with a cheeky smile, pulling you closer to kiss your neck.

'I am sure. I still feel sore from earlier,' you grimaced.

'Oh, don't give me that face. You loved it.'

'Perhaps,' you teased. 

You gave Sihtric a quick kiss and made your way to the door. It wasn't long before you had gathered everything you needed for some dinner, as well as some clothes and basic needs for Sihtric. When you came home he was still in the shower, so you placed everything he'll need on the chair across from the shower, completely oblivious to him.

You had already started making food when you heard a muffled 'thank you', a few seconds after the shower was shut off, and you smiled. Not much later Sihtric joined you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled your neck.

'What's for dinner?'

'Noodles.'

'You know how to please me,' he said and kissed your cheek before he sat down on a stool at the kitchen island, facing you.

Suddenly your phone rang, making you both look at the vibrating phone that was in between you and Sihtric.

'Unknown number,' Sihtric said as he looked at your phone, not seeing you flinch, 'want me to pick up?'

'No, no,' you quickly took your phone, 'probably those annoying companies again who want to lure me with a new energy label.'

You quickly blocked the number and smiled at Sihtric, 'they always call during dinner time, because most people are home then.'

'That is true.'

You handed Sihtric a bowl with noodles and sat down next to him. Before you could even take a bite your phone rang again. Another unknown number. You quickly swiped it away and looked at Sihtric, who shrugged as he devoured his food.

A few minutes later your phone rang again. Unknown number.

'They're really persistent, huh?' Sihtric frowned.

'You have no idea.'

'You should block them.'

'I guess I should.'

'Or next time I'll pick up,' Sihtric said.

'No, my love, you will not,' you smiled and gave him a kiss, not telling him you block at least 15 unknown numbers each evening, which you knew all belonged to one and the same person; the man who had been stalking you and blackmailing you for over a year already.

[ghostoffuturespast]

OC Interview: Valerie Hye-jin Li (aka Grandpa V)

Tagged by: @jackiemychoom @therealnightcity & @tarmac-rat! Thanks so much for thinking of me! 🧡

NGL these are some unusual (and not the most serious) interview questions. So, I was trying to think of a scenario in which V would actually answer these questions. (Because mind you, she normally wouldn't and especially not for a total stranger.) Luckily, I know just the reporter… I may have gone a little overboard with this, but I think I just needed something light and fluffy in between all the angst and carnage that I’m currently writing.

The TLDR version is all the way at the bottom under the cut, so if you’d prefer not to read all of this and just want the quick and dirty on the questions. There you are.

This one's kind of old, so I think a lot of folks have been tagged already, but tagging (and as per usual, no pressure): @shimmer-like-agirl @baublekute @vox-monstera @nncc77 @merge-conflict @fly-amanitaa @dani-the-goblin @sp4cedr4g0n

(And no it doesn't have to be a Cyberpunk OC, but if you tag me I'll pop over and read your interview!)

Auntie V by Monique Kutcher

[The scene opens at Red Peaks Trailer Park. Moving closer we get an exterior view of the Kutcher residence before transitioning to the common area inside. Late morning light filters in from the windows. A tired, very bedraggled looking V is sitting in the corner of the booth. She has bedhead, is wearing an oversized t-shirt, lounge shorts, and is nursing her coffee. She takes a sip. Turning toward the hallway we see Monique appear. There is a sparkly unicorn on her pink shirt. She has a fistful of crayons in one hand and a screamsheet along with several blank pieces of paper in the other.]

Monique: (staring awkwardly) Auntie V, are you busy?

V: (fidgeting in her seat. uncomfortable) Um… Not really. Why?

Monique: Can I ask you some questions?

V: (hesitant) What kind of questions?

[Monique moves to sit next to V. Setting down her crayons and paper on the table, Monique shows V the screamsheet she was carrying. It’s an interview article on US Cracks and Kerry Eurodyne from some teen magazine.]

Monique: These. I’m practicing being a media reporter.

V: (blinking in surprise) Uh... Sure? I guess.

Monique: Yay! Okay, first question. What’s your name? Oh, I already know this one.

[Picking up a purple crayon, Monique writes the letter V on one of the blank pieces of paper. It takes up most of the page. After jotting that down she squints at the magazine. Concentrating.]

Monique: How tall are you?

V: 5’ 3”.

[Switching to a green crayon, Monique writes the number 53 on the page. She squints some more at the magazine.]

Monique: (trying to sound out the word she’s reading) Ge– What does that word say?

V: Gender? Female. I’d say I’m a girl.

Monique: But you don’t like the color pink?

V: Not really. Not all girls like pink.

Monique: (nodding sagely) But you do like purple. That’s my favorite color.

V: Yeah. I do like purple.

[Monique writes the word girl in yellow crayon before trying to read the next question off the magazine.]

Monique: Um… What’s that word?

V: Orientation. I’m bisexual.

Monique: What does that mean?

V: I like girls and boys.

Monique: I do to. Though sometimes Dorian and Alex are mean to me when we’re playing.

V: That’s not… Nevermind. (muttering) I'll leave that one to your Mom and Uncle. 

[V picks up the purple and pink crayon and draws a little bisexual pride flag on the corner of Monique’s notes. The colors aren’t quite right.]

V: …What’s your next question? Nationality/Ethnicity? Born and raised in Night City, but I’m half Korean, quarter Chinese, and a quarter Danish.

Monique: (confused) Danish? Like the cake?

V: No, like Denmark. The country… Cake? You mean the pastry with the filling in it?

Monique: Yeah! Mom always has one when she brings us donuts. The cherry ones are her favorite. Where’s Denmark?

V: Pretty far away.

Monique: Mm, okay. 

[V watches as Monique attempts to draw a pastry on her notes. Cherry filling, of course.]

Monique: Next question… Star sign!

V: Uh… Libra. I think?

Monique: What’s that mean?

V: (shrugging) No idea.

Monique: (shrugs back) Okay.

[Zooming in on we see Monique draw a star and write the word ‘Lebra’. The ‘L’ is written backwards.)

Monique: Favorite fruit?

V: Pomegranate. 

Monique: I don’t think I’ve ever eaten one of those.

V: Kind of a weird fruit. I’ve only eaten it twice. I like that they’re crunchy, the fruit’s around all the little seeds. They’re a pain in the ass to eat though.

[Monique looks at V.]

V: How about I draw it, since you’ve never eaten one and then you can ask me the next question.

[Monique nods. V picks up the red crayon and starts doodling. It’s a piss poor rendition.]

Monique: Favorite season?

V: In NC, winter. It’s not as hot as it usually is.

[Monique draws a snowflake. She's probably never seen snow. But neither has V.]

Monique: Favorite flower?!

V: Mmm… Cactus flowers.

Monique: The big ones or the little ones?

V: Uh, the small ones. With all the round… leaves? Is that what they are?

Monique: Prickly pears!? I like those ones too! The pink ones are my favorite. There’s some over by Auntie Lora’s trailer. Dorian’s always looking for bugs in them. Bleh!

[Monique draws something resembling a cactus covered in pink and yellow flowers. V is still working on her poorly drawn pomegranate.]

Monique: Favorite smell?

V: Real leather and ginger.

[V puts her crayon down. Done with her pomegranate blob.]

Monique: What do those smell like?

V: Ginger’s like a spice? A root. Has a fresh smell, kinda sharp. Leather smells like… (picking up her coffee and taking a sip to hide the blush on her face) Smells like your Uncle…

Monique: Uncle River does smell nice. But sometimes he gets stinky when he’s been outside working too long. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?!

V: Coffee, then tea. Don’t really like hot chocolate. Especially the synth-stuff. Has a weird aftertaste.

Monique: I love hot chocolate! Mom let me try some of her coffee once. I didn’t like it.

V: Maybe when you’re older.

Monique: Nah. 

[Monique kicking her feet and reading the next question.]

Monique: Hmm, how much do you sleep?

V: 5 to 6 hours. Usually. On a good day.

[V takes a sip of her coffee.]

Monique: Mom says Dorian and I need 10 hours of sleep every night. She makes us go to bed early. She tells Randy to go to bed too, but he usually doesn't listen. (still kicking her feet) I wish I got to stay up late. You and Uncle River get to stay up late. I heard you both last night when I went to the bathroom.

[V spits her coffee back into her mug, face turning bright red.]

Monique: You okay? Why’d you spit out your coffee?

V: (flustered) No reason.

Monique: (puts her arms up in the air and shakes them around) Was it because you and Uncle River were wiggling last night? Mom says because your his girlfriend you both need alone time. She told me and Dorian not to knock when you’re visiting and the door to Uncle River’s room is closed. Mom also said he should think about getting his own trailer. (thoughtful) I don’t think I’d like that though, because then I’d have to walk out of the trailer for Uncle River to make me breakfast in the morning. Mom always burns the toast. 

[V now looks like a tomato and avoids making eye contact with Monique, instead giving her coffee mug a pinched expression. Unfazed, Monique moves on to the next question.]

Monique: Which is your favorite, cats or dogs?

V: (clearing her throat) Cats. Have a cat named Nibbles.

Monique: Oh, can I meet your cat?!

V: Sure.

Monique: What color is your cat?

V: (still looking uncomfortably hot, albeit less red in the face, also looking very sadly at the backwash in her coffee) Hmm, pink. Ish. He doesn’t have any fur.

[Monique draws a pink cat and reads the next question off the screamsheet.]

Monique: Where would you like to go on a trip?

V: (looks out the window for a long moment) Some place without buildings. Less people.

Monique: The Badlands?

V: I was thinking further away.

Monique: Denmark?

V: Mm, maybe. I think they might even have trees there.

[Monique draws a tree on her notes before trying to read the next question.]

Monique: Favorite – Um…

V: Fictional character. Don’t have one.

Monique: Number of blankies you sleep with?

V: 2-3. I get cold when I sleep.

Monique: And the last one! A fun fact?

V: (thinking) Used to play the clarinet.

Thanks for reading that if you did lol! TLDR version and/or if you need the questions!

OC Interview Questions

Nickname: V’s fine.

Height: 5’ 3”

Gender: Female.

Orientation: Bi.

Nationality/Ethnicity: Half Korean, quarter Chinese, and a quarter Danish. Born and raised in Night City.

Star Sign:  Libra.

Fave Fruit: Pomegranate.

Fave Season: Winter.

Fave Flower: Prickly pear cactus.

Fave Scent: Real genuine leather and ginger.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee or tea. 

Average Hours of Sleep: 5 to 6, usually. 12 to 14 if other people are having a worse day than I am.

Dog or Cat Person: Cats. Though my cat acts like a dog half the time.  

Dream Trip: Don’t know. Some place without buildings or people.

Fave fictional character: Don’t have one.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: 2 or 3, I get cold when I sleep.

A Fun Fact: Used to play the clarinet.

[berzatto-and-you]

Luck wasn't something that always revealed itself at first glance. For example, you and Carmy had taken the morning to run some errands and have a breakfast date. The plan had been to walk him to The Beef for the lunch rush. Now though, the two of you were running, heads down and giggling as the summer thunderstorm drenched you both.

Stumbling in through the backdoor of The Beef, you stood facing each other, soaking wet and grins wide and easy. What was truly unfair was how good Carmy looked, white t-shirt plastered to his body, highlighting his muscles and...your eyes lingered on his chest, more specifically his nipples.

"Come on, I've got a spare hoodie in the locker." His words broke you out of your revrie, cheeks heating at being caught staring. Given the way he was looking at you, he knew exactly what you had been looking at.

In the changing room he opened a locker and rummaged around. The promised hoodie was handed over while a fresh t-shirt was chucked on the bench carelessly for himself. A look was sent your way, like was assessing and weighing things up. Whatever it was, he obviously came to a conclusion as he reached to grab the neck of his wet t-shirt and he pulled.

You don't know what you were expecting but this wasn't how you imagined seeing him topless for the first time. Mouth dry, your eyes followed the revealed skin until they caught on something silver. It wasn't the chain usually around his neck. Two little balls on either side of his nipples. Piercings. Fuck.

"Yo. Eyes up here." Carmy, the bastard, seemed entirely too entertained. He made no move to cover up. Almost cocky, he picked up the dry t-shirt so casually that it had to be faked. "Like what you see?" Teasing, his fingers played with the hem of his shirt but made no move to put it on. "Went down to Amsterdam for a weekend when I worked in Denmark. Seemed like a fun idea."

You only nodded along, tongue wetting your lips. The desire to touch was strong, he was right there, in easy reach. Tentatively, you raised a hand. Carmy stepped back, shirt rising to pull over his head.

"Turned out to be an excellent idea, if you know what I mean." After a beat he tugged the t-shirt down, hiding the piercings from sight. Finally, you could tear your eyes away from his chest and meet his gaze. "You can find out how great an idea it was later, if you'd like."

You'd very much like. Already your mind was racing ahead to imagine up scenarios. Carmy, spread on the bed, pinned under you as you straddled his hips, seeing whether you could get him off by just playing with his piercings only. He was in for a world of pleasure under your hands, he just didn't know it yet.

[milaisreading]

Denmark: C/N is something wrong? It's 11 in the morning, you're usually up at eight.

C/N: Well, my throat hurts, and I can barely breathe through my nose.

Denmark: *runs full speed to get a thermometer*

Finland: *wraps C/N in a blanket and sits her on the couch*

Idk what the others would do.

Sweden: You want some soup? Oh, warm tea will help! I will get you some painkillers as well.

C/n: I am fine-

Norway, brings pillows and plushies: Nonsense. You need to rest when you are sick.

C/n, gets pushed to lay down by Finland: But I am fine-

Iceland: No! Rest. Don't worry, Mr. Puffin and I will stand guard.

C/n, worried: Stand guard for what?

Mr. Puffin: Don't worry too much about it

C/n: ....

Denmark, running full speed into the living room: I got the thermometer!

Finland: I got more blankets!

Norway: I will go and cook you some food.

Sweden: I brought the medicine and first aid kit

Iceland: We should light up a fire in case.

C/n: It's just a cold, you guys

[natha1iie]

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[galdra-studios]

Hi everyone!

December is here and, as the first snow blankets the streets outside, we settle down with candles and cocoa to fend off the cold.

This month we celebrated Arcadia Fallen’s second anniversary. It’s crazy to think it’s already been two years since we were sitting in our office pressing that scary Steam release button hah! But it’s also been two fantastic years working and growing as a team, no small thanks to all you lovely people supporting us. We’re very grateful we get to do this work for a living, and we’re excited and proud to use this opportunity to make Arcadia Fallen II the best possible game it can be!^^

This month we’ve been toying around with designs for the new adventure’s player character. Since the scenario is set in late Fall/Winter, the theme of the day is sweater weather! We’ve had a lot of fun trying to design three body types that are distinct from each other, but who still have a few shared details between them.

The time lapse of this month’s header art! Some cozy lighting for a cozy season^^

In Denmark, Christmas basically starts December first, so come the end of November it’s time to start decorating! I therefore rolled up my sleeves and inhaled a whole bag of cookies before setting to work putting up garlands and braided hearts in the office. I was very proud of myself once the last trinket had been fastened in the window. 

And then it began to snow. It was a stupidly magical moment for a good five minutes, until I discovered the tape I’d been using to fasten the decorations wasn’t strong enough. My decorations came tumbling down and now I had to wade through snow to go to the store and buy stronger tape. But hey, I still had the cookies, so it turned out alright^^0

Thank you so much for following our journey! And we’ll see you in January for another DevLog!

Cheers!

- The Galdra Team

[bamboobrat]

succession s4 e5 recap: swedish elon and his logan roy tribute band

time is a flat circle and we are back to ken hyping himself listening to rap, driving to the office.

anyone feeling nostalgic yet?

he is immediately caught off guard by the fact that roman and shiv are already there.

also he seems like the worst boss ever.

i really don't like ken when he is not hitting rock bottom.

(there is a movie about a sleeping robot in a cave that takes up too much time in this episode. let's not get into all that)

the old guard checks up on the CE-bros before their trip to norway.

matchy matchy<3

turns out mattson wants them all there (why wouldn't he?) so THE GANG IS GOING TO NORWAY! lets bleed the swede!*

*as a norwegian, i approve this message

mortality has set into team krank, as they put on compression socks before the flight.

krank is not here to have fun. krank has no young mistress to impress. krank is serious.

shiv has noticed ken's leaks to the media from last week because she is boss. it's the comeback we've been waiting for.

but most importantly, she is waging a very important war against tom and his stupid new sneakers:

the sibs say they can kill tom for her. that's brotherly love.

hugo is not having a good time.

i am tho.

gerri rallies the troops by shitting on europeans.

yes mommy tell me i'm weak because i have free healthcare! sit on my face

gerri for CEO. always.

they accurately depict what it is like driving in norway:

(this is why i don't have my licence)

the gang arrives in the motherland and it's beautiful, but rainy (so authentic) and are all like WHY THESE WOOD CABINS SO SMALL?!

ironic because jeremy lives in fucking denmark.

anyway, whatever this is:

I DO NOT APPROVE!

the trip up to mount olympus is interrupted by con saying he can send a picture of their dead dad to the group chat.

nobody wants to see it.

also, marcia is putting logan in a kilt like the fucking bay city rollers and con had to cancel a room full of working class whites in cleveland. the sacrifice.

they give con carte blanche for the whole funeral thing, which is probably a terrible decision.

the funeral is going to be one big campaign rally, i'm serious.

the others have to settle for a nice lil scandi brunch spread. what a hard life.

i don't say this often, but i would be hugo in this scenario, piling onto my plate like it's nobody's business.

karolina has a cute lesbian moment.

she says something in swedish at some point, but let me tell you, i understand swedish and i didn't even pick up on it. no shade to dag, but lol.

hugo doesn't understand how ski jumping works.

i thank the writers for putting this joke in there, even if literally no one other than random scandi people will get it.

it's like the opposite of danny boyle's the beach<3 give back to the community<3

roman enters negotiations and puts his fingers in the caviar.

you think i didn't notice? after all this time, you must know i notice everything.

the CE-bros make the village elders proud, as mattson offers 187 per share as long as he gets ATN.

also, gerri does a second take looking back at roman. these are the crumbs i am destined to live on, i guess. roman doesn't want to give up ATN tho, probably because 1) his dad wanted ATN 2) his dad told him he wouldn't make it at pierce and belongs at ATN 3) he is, somehow, the most rational of the siblings right now????

speaking of rational: how are we feeling about the shiv/mattson potential here? i honestly have zero objections.

shiv is like fuck yeah, sell ATN, that shit is toxic.

agreed, but who gave mencken an open line to ATN-meetings? sounds like something logan told cyd to do during one of those late night calls.

"even dad had a line" rings true zero percent. pass.

get rid of atn. word is, they don't even have tucker carlson anymore? just keep a sweater, much less racist.

we get some important leo dicap representation:

and greg is the bringer of all that is exposition, telling us there is a kill list with 8 to 9 names, ever evolving.

now, as most readers of these recaps would know, i would like to avoid spending any time on greg whatsoever (made even more poignant by the recent rumors about nick), however, this must be one of the best exchanges of dialogue ever made:

greg: da fam shiv: da fuck

that's all.

tom tells the swedes that americans don't care about the rest of the world and it's funny because it's true.

and alex being like "you're ALL related?!"

i see you, succession writers, i see you.

mattson calls waystar a parts shop and has a good take on right wing media:

"i dont think news for angry, old men works"

instead, he opts for bloomberg grey: simple, cheap, huge, ikea'd to fuck. i do love ikea.

he calls the sibs a tribute band which is harsh. even for a scandi, it's fucking harsh.

anyway, SAUNA! SAUNA! SAUNA!

GERRI. IN. SAUNA! (chant with me)

i will never forget what the succession writers took from me.

krank out here just chilling.

i've never shipped anyone more.

we are introduced to ebba. i can tell i'd have more to say on this in any other situation, but it just feels weird (all norwegian know each other, i guess).

anyone else here for the shiv/mattson dynamic?

i'm sorry, i kind of ship it????

ken wants to tank the deal and roman immediately calls him out on his destructive bullshit:

and then immediately caves.

"i think we are good at running the ship" they say after doing it for approximately 24 hours.

i wish i had their confidence.

also, pinky can't dance, according to ken, so they keep shiv out. meanwhile, she gets cozy with lukas, who asks her about her marriage (bad) and tells her he sends liters of blood to ebba (also bad).

shiv shows us why she is paid the big bucks for political advice:

we don't see the end of their night, so i'm just going to assume they fucked. because she's worth it.

also, talking up gerri and karolina? girlies stick together<3

big bi vibes here. huge. idc if she's pregnant and drinking.

meanwhile, the CE-bros use greg to leak that the negotiations are souring. why would you trust greg with anything?

in an attempt to fuck the deal, the CE-bros show a terrible film to the swedish team, as if being scandi doesn't mean you've sat through enough terrible cinema already....

we get the strangest fight in tv history:

lol @ us for thinking this was an important moment for the two of them and then it's a fight about white sneakers and fat earlobes.

i sure hope shiv fucked lukas.

roman receives a photo of his dead dad and it doesn't really put him in the right place to negotiate with mattson:

ouch.

leave it to kieran to make an emmy-worthy speech across from alex skarsgaard peeing.

the plan was: tank the deal, but in a subtle way. what they did: try and tank the deal, but in a not very subtle way. did the deal tank: no.

i hope you understand.

the question is, if a deal collapses in the woods and no one hears it, is it a SEC violation?

mattson ends up offering 192 per share. karl jizzes his pants.

shiv gives the little spelunker tom a lil treat, telling him to fire cyd.

then she asks him out?

and ignores him again because she is taking a call from mattson?

idk my dudes, but i'm into this shiv comeback.

mattson seems happy and flirty and i sure as shit hope this goes somewhere.

as long as it doesn't involve liters of frozen blood.

i have a feeling it will be all good vibes until he learns about her pregnancy. there's always something rotten in the state of denmark (or norway, or sweden, but it's all the same).

the waystar-team receives the kill list after the offer and it's very stressful for a few people who made themselves suffer through a session in the sauna:

not on the kill list: karolina gerri tom because shiv fucking did the thing!!

oh, and karl and frank are on the kill list, but i think they are just fine.

maybe the real treasure was the compression socks we made along the way.

[kitkat27]

Two Lines

Ilsa discovers life changing information but dealing with Lane again will have to come first …

Posted on ao3 - kit_kat_27

Thank you sooooo much to @justabigassnerd for putting up with me for the last couple of months while I’ve been writing. Couldn’t have done it without your support!

It will becoming a series hopefully (comment if you want on the taglist)

Please let me know what you guys think. I’ve not done a lot of romance and haven’t written for about 2 yrs so I’m a bit rusty. This is my first fic in this fandom, it’s one of the longest I’ve written and one of my first fight scenes. Ignore grammar and spelling mistakes. This will be posted on ao3 too !

Two lines. Two definite pink lines. Two lines blink back at her confirming her suspicions. Two lines that will now change her life from this exact moment.

Two lines that couldn't be erased. Lines that confirm her body was right. All the signs that she had been dodging confirmed her fears.

Fingers grazed against her abdomen, as if her fingers were scared if they lingered too long it would confirm her fears.

This had been at the bottom of her list, hell after being with the syndicate for two years it had been erased from it. And for finding out, a derelict safe house in rural Denmark was not the scenario she had thought of many years ago.

She had snagged the test the other week and let it burn a hole in her bag until she was going to pop under the pressure.

She'd finally given in to the pressure at the safehouse with the safety of knowing the boys wouldn't be back for another couple of hours.

But now she wasn’t sure what to do, sitting in the bathroom staring at the two pink lines. For once in her life she didn't have the next step already planned. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there as the sounds of the boys inthe driveway indicated their return.

Not wanting Ethan to find out yet, she needed to wrap her brain around it first, she shoved the test down into the depths of her bag where she hoped it would stay hidden until she was ready to tell.

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Solomon Lane was a name that kept appearing, though all four wished it didn't. Every time they thought they were done he would reappear.

And so they were, here again, staring at the computer each wishing that if the computer was closed and reopened it would be gone, and they could go back to chilling in their safe house.

But alas, they did. Brandt, who now made secretary, had sent them an email after word had gotten out that Lane had escaped Alana's grip and had not been handed over to MI6.

Nobody knew if either Alanna or the Mi6 had played a part in his escape. You can only trust a broker so much, Alanna would always think of herself no matter what she had promised.

But the wind was that he had escaped to Europe where some of his still, somehow, loyal followers remained. The organization was heading to a remote village in Kashmir threatening to release a nuclear bomb that would starve a third of the world's population.

Brandt was warning them to take these hints about Lane with a pinch of salt as it wasn't said who had given them this information and to approach the entire case with caution.

She was going to have to put telling Ethan, he would end the mission before it even started if she told him now the news on the back burner for now. If Lane found out they were carrying new information he wouldn't stop till he found.

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They split up once they reached the camp, Lane would stand out like a sore thumb in the remote village.

Ethan and Luther took to the nearby medical camp, leaving Benji and Ilsa to tackle the village. Ethan and Ilsa didn’t want to split, they worked better together but Lane would be wanting them to be together.

Once they reached the village, they split again to cover more ground while keeping each other in sight. Well, it was more Ilsa keeping an eye on Benji as she was concerned about Benji running into Lane alone again.

She knew he’d passed field tests and could hold his own, but he didn’t have the same skills or experience. She and Ethan had an unspoken agreement that they’d always put themselves in the firing line before Luther and Benji.

Making her way around the village, she did her best to stay under the radar. Lane had predicated all their movements but she had wanted to at least try to be in front. Out of the main village, on the outskirts, a lone house stood. Void of any women or children hanging outside, drawing her to it.

‘Benji, I may have a lead, stay close by and on comms. We'll draw attention if we both go ‘

Her fellow brit already began to panic at her evading the laid out plan, ‘‘Ilsa, you know what etha-’

‘Stay close by, I need to do this’ and with that, she blocked out the following Benji ramble.

Nothing on the outside balcony gave any clues to Lane. Pausing at the bottom of the steps, she could hear Benji arguing in her ear and threatening to switch on Ethan’s earpiece knowing he would stop this.

But she wanted to, no she needed to take on Lane herself.

She needed to find some form of closure from the years she worked in the syndicate, and the pain and torture he put her friends through.

Some closure for the nights she woke up screaming. All the years by herself, all the years alone, he needed to repay.

She made her way into the house. with each step she took her mind was on overdrive, her eyes darting back and forth making sure her six was covered.

Training would tell her that walking through an open door is a trap. Sweeping the first room, there was nothing in the house that wasn't covered in dust or had seen better days.

A blur of movement occurred in her peripheral vision of a figure moving to another room. Mentally apologizing to Ethan and the boys she followed.

The room was the same as the last a movement attracting her to a darkened section of the room causing her to turn aro-

A blinding pain across the back of her skull turned her vision white.

With the back of her head throbbing leaving her frozen, another blow to her lower back dropped her to the ground, the world turning black.

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‘Ilsa, Ilsa. I know you can hear me. I'm a second away from calling Ethan’. This wasn't a good idea.

‘Ilsa you better respond’

Why couldn't Luther have gone with Ilsa, she listened to him the most. Luther was the only one who sometimes could reign her in these situations.

Ilsa’s tracker showed her around the edge of the village, where Lane would want her. He would know she would split from the group and that she would tackle him alone. Pulling out his phone he sent a message to Luther, warning of his worries without alerting Ethan.

He readied his gun as he spotted the lonely house in front of him. Why could the bad guys never be sitting in a coffee shop ready to hand themselves over after grabbing a latte?

Silence. The house was empty. 2 spies would be quiet but shouldn’t be completely silent.

Sweeping all the rooms in the house, the worry grew with every increasing minute he spent with no sign of Ilsa or Lane.

‘ Ilsa, Ilsa are you i-’, blood.

Blood. Ilsa’s gun.

Blood, a lot of blood for a spy who was the best of the best.

‘ Benji, where are you?’, shit Ethan.

‘ The house at the end of the village, Ilsa spotted Lane here and went after him. She’s-’, doing this over comms would be easier than face to face, ‘she’s not here Ethan. Lane has her, she's injured’

Ethan never panicked but he’d never had someone like Ilsa in his life before.

The one warning he had given to the team was to not take Lane on alone, especially Ilsa. She had failed tests towards the end of her undercover stint. She wouldn't be lucky the next time she ran into Lane alone.

Lane and Ilsa were stubborn and hot-headed, with an intense hatred for each other, what would happen when the two were reunited Ethan didn't want to know.

In the safe house in Denmark she had acted a little off, an unknown fear had flickered across her face when their time off in Denmark was being cut short.

Benji was waiting for them on the porch of the house, panic written over his face. He didn't waste time looking in the house, no point subjecting his heart to what she had gone through.

Circling the house there was almost nothing to go on until he came across faint footsteps leading away from the home to some soft tire tracks in the distance.

There were only 2 sets of prints, both too big for Ilsa. Lane had a plan in mind for another location. She would be no match for him unconscious and drugged. Luther and Benji hung back letting him decide on what to do next.

The tracks led deep into the mountains. Wasting no time in telling the other two what or where he was going, he began sprinting back to where they had left the car at the medical camp,

‘I’ll get you two as I come past’

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A pounding pain pulsed at the back of her head. The first effort in opening her eyes sent a shockwave of pain around her skull. The second she managed to open them she noticed a figure sitting in front of her.

‘Nice of you to finally join me’. The figure chuckled, ‘It took a large amount of drugs to keep you knocked out. I trained you well.’

Lane.

A haggard version of the man she spent 2 years doing every bidding.

‘We’re owed a reunion and a rematch don't we, my dear Ilsa’. He took her face in his hands his callused hands tightening around her jaw, smirking she was putty in his hands.

‘You're not speaking my dear? I thought you'd have plenty to say to me’.

Heading towards the open door he turned at the doorway, ‘I'm gonna give you time to think until that pretty boyfriend of yours figures out where we are. Then I’ll be a man and kill you myself.’

Taking notice of her current predicament, she noted her ankles and wrists were bound tight, sores already forming.

As she was deciding on whether to dislocate her thumb, her wrist snagged on a sharp edge on the back of the chair. All the spy movies loved this cliché and for once she was glad it was happening.

She had to work fast, not knowing when Lane would come back into the hut. Her wrists released themselves from their binding, she immediately worked on releasing her legs fingernails beginning to bleed at the frantic speed at which she was working.

Click.

A loaded gun. The cold metal was placed against her forehead ‘My sweet Ilsa, I always am shown why Atlee chose you. You never disappoint’

Glancing upwards, she met Lane's eyes his gaze cold but joyful. He loved getting a rise out of those who crossed him.

‘I'm glad’

Neither of them moved both poised, when all of a sudden it was like a bullet had been fired and the fight began.

Drawing a knife from her boot, she lunged for Lane whilst grabbing his gun with the other hand. Knocking him backwards from the force of her attack, the gun falling from his grasp.

Swiping her blade aiming for his throat but taking any damage that would occur. The surprise of her attack quickly wore off, Lane began to block her attempts with his own.

A fist collided with her cheek and knocked her back a step. Another landing on her ribs sent an alarming crunch throughout the room.

She folded in on herself, exaggerating her pain from the broken ribs, waiting until he was close enough till she could grab a hold of his arm and use his momentum to flip him over her back.

Before Lane had a chance to react she threw herself on top of him wrapping her hands around his throat and applying all the pressure she could.

He scrambled underneath, fear in his eyes at the strength of her attack, attempting to rip her hands off him. She was squeezing with all her might but her power was in using her thighs to choke. Lane knew her inside and out she didn't want to be too predictable.

She was about to change tactics when a hand in her hair dragged her backwards with such force throwing her against the wall of the hut.

Not taking any time to find out who had joined, she kicked out at her attacker's legs. Swiping their feet, toppling them onto a winded Lane giving her the chance to run for it out the open door.

She had no plan but to run as far away as she could, Ethan was bound to be looking for her now. How far she would get she didn’t know, the pounding in her head was beginning to grow and the broken ribs were stealing her ability to breathe.

The sound of a twig snapping alerted her to someone coming up behind her, the drugs were making it harder and harder for her to react. Her body was now just running on pure fear to keep herself alive long enough for Ethan to find her.

Her new companion spun her around, her arms subconsciously wrapped themselves around her stomach, revealing their identity.

‘Trevligt att se dig igen. Du kommer inte bli lika lätt den här gången’.

Viktor. The bone doctor.

He had a talent for evading death. She wanted to either run or fight back but her limbs had suddenly become heavy. All she could do was watch Viktor as he got a firm grip on her arm and he plunged her own knife deep into her shoulder.

‘Karma är en jävel, eller hur? det gör väl ont ?’

All she could do was keep her body upright as he smirked at the blood pooling on her shoulder and grabbed the handle twisting the blade deeper. Blinding pain took over her body as she felt the blade twist deeper, she was not sure how much longer she could hold on.

‘ILSA !!!’, when did Ethan get here? She could barely see his figure moving towards her as her vision began to swim and her body felt like a lead weight as she fell to the ground protecting her stomach.

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Pulling up over the top of the mountain, chaos and horror awaited him. Ilsa writhed in the grip of Viktor, his vicelike grip being the only thing that was keeping her upright. She wasnt fighting back, her arms hung loosely at her sides, there was no recognition of her knowing he was there her eyes glassy and unfocused.

The powerful, badass spy he normally knew was not the one he was currently running towards. A breath hair away from reaching Ilsa, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she dropped to the ground her body curling in on itself. Viktor let go as if she was a discarded ragdoll he no longer wanted to torture.

Resisting running to her side immediately, he focused on Viktor. He wasnt going to let him off lightly this time. He was going to make sure he was dead this time, and let one shot from his gun hit the centre of Viktor's heart dropping the swede instantly.

He didn't want to fight the man, it wasnt worth the risk of getting injured fighting a man double his height. Somehow Lane had slipped away again. Hopefully, for good, Ilsa was on the brink of death and he’d mentally manipulated Ethan, all everything he set out to achieve

The helicopter blades could be heard coming over the mountain top, Benji had mentioned as they drove that Julia was working at the medical camp, he must have sent a call for help as they reached the scene.

He wasn't gonna let go of Ilsa until they pried her out of his hands. Her body felt like glass in his hands, the blood flowing out of the knife wound wasn’t slowing her face getting paler as the seconds went on.

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Looking at Ilsa’s results, something was wrong. Ilsa was above peak physical condition, nothing should show up abnormal. All standard tests, which included a pregnancy test for any female regardless, had been run and she should pass all.

Shit.

Her hCG levels were elevated.

Ilsa was pregnant. Ilsa was expecting Ethan's baby.

She was 3 months pregnant. This would explain why Ilsa's body fought them when she was brought in, her body was protecting the baby.

Grabbing the abdominal ultrasound she wondered if Ethan knew. Ilsa had broken down her walls around him but was this a wall that either had discussed? Ethan hadn’t mentioned anything when they rescued Ilsa and neither of the boys had shown signs of knowing.

Running the ultrasound over Ilsa’s stomach the relieving sound of the baby's heartbeat filled the small tent. Well, she hoped it was relieving, hell did Ilsa know herself?

She suspected she did from the Brit cradling her stomach as she drifted in and out of consciousness during the flight. The heartbeat was steady, the baby was safe and healthy which was lucky considering what Ilsa had been through in the last 24 hours.

The radio attached to her hip crackled to life announcing the helicopter making its way back with the rest of the team. They had to leave them behind to make room for them to work on Ilsa. Luther had to hold onto a struggling Ethan, who had fought with all his might to come with them.

She had about 5 minutes before they would get back to the tent, giving her enough time to pack any baby-related items away. She figured Ilsa needed to be the one to tell Ethan herself.

As she was busying herself with tidying, the heart rate of the British agent signalled she was beginning to ruse. Eyes flickered open to meet hers, pain whimpers followed as she came to.

With a hand on her none injured shoulder, she spoke softly ‘Ilsa, hey it's ok. It's Julia, you're in the med camp. You're injured from the kidnapping and fight, Ethan and the team are safe and are on their way.’

Once the meaning of her words sunk in, Ilsa began to calm. ‘ I, I…’

‘Don't push yourself, save your voice for Ethan’, striking blue eyes travelled along the spy’s own body taking note of the injuries and finally landing on her stomach.

Knowing the question she was thinking, she answered for her,

‘The baby is fine. You're about 12 weeks, I’ve not put it in your notes and told the team to not tell the others-’ Ilsa then met her eyes ‘- I figured you'd want to tell them’.

Hearing the helicopter land in the distance, she put the last piece of equipment away before turning back to Ilsa.

‘Whatever you decide to do, I'm here. Whatever is running through your head, ignore it, Ethan will be happy whatever you decide. He loves you and will support you through every step.’

Ilsa spoke for the first time since waking ‘Than- thank you, Julia. I want Ethan’

Returning the smile, she placed a gentle kiss on her friend's hairline ‘He’s arriving at the camp now, he’ll be here any minute’ before making her way out of the tent.

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The helicopter hadn’t even turned its blades off before he was barreling out of it tearing along the path to the med tent.

Finding the main tent he bumped into Eric who was making his way out, grasping his arm as he passed ‘ It was touch and go, we did lose her once but she's ok. She’s asking for you.

She seemed at peace lying on the small hospital bed, monitors surrounding her, a rhythmic beeping sound. The sound reaffirms Eric's words, but he needed to see for himself.

A black eye and a bandage going from her eyebrow to the hairline adorned the left side of her face. A blanket was drawn up to mid chest leaving her shoulders bare showing the thick bandaging adorning where the knife had been mere hours ago.

Her eyes were closed but he knew she wasn't sleeping, she wouldn't until they were back in a safehouse. Reaching her side, he resisted reaching out; he didn't know what had happened between her and Lane.

As if she could read his mind, ‘It's ok, Ethan. I need you please’.

Avoiding the painful side of her face, he cupped her cheek in his hand and placed a gentle kiss on her lips which she faintly reciprocated.

His lips rested on hers as he placed his forehead tenderly against hers. Neither spoke for a while both basking in each other's touch.

The warmth of her skin under his, reminded him she was here. She was back with him. The warmth reminded him how close he had been to losing her up on the mountains.

Blue eyes met his, saying all the words she needed to say to put his mind at rest. That she was back with him and not to beat himself up.

Though the comfort in her eyes turned to concern, ‘Ethan, I. There’s something. I have something I need to tell you ’. There was an intense look on her face as if her thoughts were fighting with each other

He wasn’t sure what was happening. Since getting together both of them had worked together on communication with each other, good or bad.

Ilsa gazed off into the distance seemingly afraid to meet his eye contact. ‘ I was going to tell you back in Denmark but I didn’t want you knowing and risking Lane knowing too. I just need to know that whatever happens, you’ll stay here. Please don’t run as I’m just as scared as you.’

He kept quiet, instead reaching out to hold her hands stilling them from the anxiously fidgeting.

‘I. Ive been noticing symptoms for the last few weeks that i was putting down to the back to back missions, hoping that avoidingg them would make them go away. Ethan. Ive been late for the last few weeks. Ive been tired, hungry and nauseated all the time’, she finally looked back at him letting the words sink in.

He couldnt believe what she was telling him. His mind was numb, he had never thought about this step in his life. Neither of them had so it was inevitable the way they messed around.

The fear of his reaction was scaring her,‘Ethan please say something’.

He seemed lost in his head before that classic Ethan smile adorned his face ‘You’re… pregnant ? We’re having a baby ?’. He seemed to start vibrating with excitement as she guided his hand to rest on her stomach.

"We're having a baby Ethan. We’re becoming parents’

His other hand came to rest under her chin tilting her face towards him, keeping his other resting on her nonexistent bump ‘ I love you. I love you. Whatever you decide to do next I will support you every step of the way. I never thought I’d become a father, but I am so excited to take this path with you’

The emotions were too much to answer him so she pulled him to bring his lips to hers communcting her feelings to him. She was scared of what was to come in the coming months as she stepped into the world of motherhood but she knew that Ethan would be by her side every step of the way.

Swedish translation- nice to see you again. You won't be getting off as easy this time

“Karma is a bitch, isn't it. That hurts, doesn't it?

@radical-sky @izzypuppybutt @justabigassnerd

[superconductivebean]

4, 17, 31!! 🫶

!!!!!! hi ^ ^ link to the list

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

At some point, a shout started to mean a lot to Julia. Ever since she had been flung into the wondrous would of magic she had been as wonderfully thrown every opportunity to die if she wouldn't follow a hastily given advice mid-combat, given a direction with a low roar or screamed at saving her life with a paused of her, stuck perplexed at someone's ask to stop moving. At some point, an immediately shown response became a part of her. You scream for her, and something in her brains will interpret your call most correctly -- or attempt at it, unable to differentiate between a genuine ask and stunts people like Imelda liked to pull each time they needed her utmost attention.

This time, when Imelda shouted for her from downstairs, it was a voice of worry. Julia couldn't think of anything hearing a question, shuddering through her vocal cords. But when she flew to where Imelda was, in kitchen, near the open window, looking at an empty toweled patch on its sill, Julia realised the gravity of the question was either inquiring the Earth's gravity, or--

"Julia," Imelda began, stuck perplexed at Julia's poorly laced corset; she expected her not to wear it? "your pie fell down to gnomes!"

"Our pie," Julia corrected, "and we have one more upstairs?"

"That one is mine, but thank you for telling me at least this one is all right. You didn't knock it down fledging to there, did you?"

"Obviously not!"

"And not any bird pecked on it?"

"No?" Julia could felt Imelda's gaze's crawl up to her eyes. Slytherins.

"Then where was that lace?"

Slytherins, damnable House, always good to notice things belonging to where they shouldn't.

It wasn't a lace keeping the corset firm around the waist. For it, Julia accidentally picked a rather colourful rope she'd often use to hang herbs and other potions ingredients onto. Still, wasn't a putting a pie in the piece of it, the pie.

"My ingredients," Julia said with a straight face.

People often thought she was weird for it but it doesn't matter what she wears, it's important she's there and ready to help, anyhow, by her solving the danger of the day or her showing the price of the false alert; in Imelda's case, giving her a suffocatingly long kiss to call a thing in her in return, knowingly making her aware anything else only might come later.

No one jabs a Ravenclaw like this. They have bird-like instincts. There isn't anything to mock or exploit. Julia, in addition, had a weird nudge like an once broken arm has but she preferred not to give it too much thought. Sharp said it was normal, somewhat, and he knew knew it better than most, acquiring trauma right to the mind, that is.

(im sorry i felt an urge to write a silly pie drama xD)

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Julia had an adorable kneazle plushie made by her grandmother from her father's side. After she and Vivienne, her mum, moved to England and settled there, she sulked because of its absence but years later got reacquainted with it; her uncle sent it to her for Christmas of '92.

Julia hadn't a chance to thank her grandmother once more, however.

By the time Julia had finally got to visit Faroe, she learnt her gran had passed a few years prior but was surprised the woman lived up to a ripe old age. She could live for a lot longer if her sons would stay on Faroe and not move to Denmark with he uncle's financial help -- that what her auntie said and grandfather confirmed, though. They had faith in her.

31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

7th year was Julia's favourite year.

At some point in the late summer of 1892, she was struck with an idea to ask Sharp if she could move out to her shop in Hogsmeade.

It wasn't prohibited by the school rules but required a permission from the family or the guardian. Although it wasn't frowned upon, it could hinder her ability to keep up with academics and expectations of them, especially those of Sharp.

He knew her aspiration was to become a trader and live off selling potions among other things, he could think Ravenclaw tower was the best place to study during the sleepless nights (he was aware Julia had troubled sleep). He was also her legal guardian after the events of the year 1890, he had a say in her legal dealings.

But he suddenly agreed. Julia needed to know a lot about potions, yes -- but all this knowledge would be nothing without any trading experience. Her licence didn't allow her to sell anything harder to produce than ingredients of certain grades, basic spagyric things, potion bases and basically anything that master potioneers could make and sell. But anyone has to start from somewhere. But he placed a condition: besides demonstrating any success and that she manages work-life-school balance, she would also need to maintain a certain level of trust aka he knew Julia had something more in mind than to just follow dreams and aspirations; she needed privacy for one more reason than to just satisfy an urge to live a bit more free.

tldr; :

Lucky birb she was, she managed to secure her wish, had a source of income; she also had a peaceful place to study most days, a relaxed and private access to bathroom and kitchen, and an ability to change and renovate the place to her liking. Besides school things, she was able to train magic differently, practicing chores and repairs; she also got into woodwork and areas of Transfiguration for construction work (it will become her first employment after she finishes school, for monetary and legal reasons), tailoring, too.

But her first grand project was to correctly install a stove.

The Tegelkachel.

It's a stove from the Netherlands, a masonry heater, and Julia wanted it. At this point of her life, she knew how to renovate, and with a help of a friend, was able to insulate the shop a bit and plan the floors the way the heater wouldn't stand near an outer wall. Why not do that all with magic? Julia would've needed to spend a hefty amount on the Ministry assigned Charmer to apply heat-retaining and heat-giving charms on the entire house. She couldn't afford that. Nor she wanted for that matter: muggles have plentiful of working solutions that can be sparkled with a wish but not replaced with a much more unstable re-invention -- or a stable one, but for a price. Suffice it so say, that would always leave her visitors perplexed. It's not common for the wizarding community to adopt muggle technology.

And most importantly, the shop was a discreet place to spend time with her lovelies and not attract too much attention to their affair.

:3

Her life will return to the home renovating heaven a few years after graduation, when she, already a somewhat experienced construction worker, becomes obsessed with building a house in Northern Wales. It was a task to accommodate all three's lifestyles and preferences.

tldr;2: she likes it when she can have minecraft irl or any other proper birb enrichment such as taking shiny things up and hoard them, be noisy and sassy if unhappy, and Make A Nest because RoR was too good to believe it was actually true, she needs a worthy replacement!