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First Kiss - Eric Northman

"Now, how about you." Eric growls.

"What about me?" You ask. The vampire stalks over. "I want you." He says firmly. "You're drunk." You pointed out. "I didn't have that much!" Eric objects. "Oh bollocks. Go sober up first." You tell him. "I don't want to." Says Eric. "I want you." He closes the distance between your bodies. His bloody hand grazes your waist. "You what?" You all but spit. "You heard me, min kära." Eric purrs. You glower up at him. "I don't want to." He cups your face with his free hand, smearing it with blood.

He leans in, his breath fanning over your face.

You can't help but close your eyes. "Good girl." Eric growls. You whine softly. Eric makes a shushing sound.

He closes the distance, pressing his lips demandingly onto yours. His tongue licks at the seam of your lips right away. You whimper loudly. Eric's tongue invades your moan and he groans wildly. He tasted like blood and ash. You caress his tongue with you own all the same. Erik groans louder still. He pulls you flush against his body.

From your hip, his hand travels to your ass, groping lewdly. You slowly break away. "Good grief..." You shake your head. Erik chuckles and draws you in for another bruising kiss.

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Gold Obsidian | Sigefrid x OFC.

Pairing: Sigefrid x OFC

Summary: After Arnora is captured during a raid she is claimed by Sigefrid, over time lines become blurred.

Wordcount: 6.2k | Other works

Warnings: MDNI18+ NSFW. Brief mention of previous SA/Attempted SA. DUB!CON (she starts off enslaved and claimed so consent will always be iffy in this dynamic). Mentions and threats of violence, unprotected PinV.

Authors Notes: This has been plaguing me, and I know I said it would be Reader but my brain couldn't, so uh enjoy? If Sigefrid seems ooc, shhh.

Underneath the scorching sun Arnora’s bound wrists ached with each pull on the tight rope keeping her in line with the other newly enslaved women. Perspiration beaded across her forehead and trailed down her temples and cheeks leaving clear marks in the dusty grime that had built up on her face from the days spent travelling on foot next to lines of horses kicking up dry earth.

She had grown tired of her captors and their boisterous laughter on top of their attempts at claiming her as their own in the nights when they rested on the long journey to Eoferwic. Arnora had been throwing curses under her breath at the short stocky man named Haesten after he struck her for biting and punching him during an attack on the second night of her newfound nightmare.

She had also tired of the other women with their near constant pleas and cries for mercy, wanting to strike them herself for not understanding that this was their life now, for however long until they died of starvation, sickness or at the hands of one of the men leading them into the heart of Danelaw.

Entering through the large gates a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes and well groomed facial hair instructed that the women be fed and so they were all ushered into an empty horse stall and given hunks of stale bread and a jug of weakened ale to share. Arnora listened to the other women offering whispered words of comfort to one another as she rubbed at her calves with her still bound hands, wondering if she should tell them that they were about to be introduced to their new Lords and claimed instead of being given nice little tasks to do such as baking bread as they hoped.

They weren’t resting for long before a group of men came to round them up and walked them through the town square and had them stand in a line, it was announced to them that Eoferwic was under the rule of the brothers Erik and Sigefrid who they now had the pleasure of serving in any way required.

Sigefrid walked the line of women with an amused light behind his almost black eyes and his lips quirked up. He paused at Arnora, her long braided hair hanging over her shoulder was far too fair for the raided area and her bronzed eyes showed no confusion at what was happening. Then his gaze dropped to her wrists and his brows pulled together,

“Why is this one still bound?” He asked, gesturing a hand towards her.

“That Saxon bitch bites,” Haesten spat on the floor.

“That is no Saxon,” Sigefrid claimed and regarded her further, she lacked the fear most women captured possessed and even with her face dirtied he considered her pretty.

“Lord?” Haesten questioned.

“Look at her, she’s the only one who hasn’t pissed herself.” Sigefrid laughed and took a step towards her, “Speak, woman.”

“What would you have me say, Lord?” She responded in an almost mocking tone, her pronunciation and honeyed voice giving her away in an instant.

“So you are a dane.”

“And you are a Northman.” She countered, her tone laced with anger.

Sigefrid smirked as he unsheathed the dagger at his side, he enjoyed the way her eyes never left his as he stepped closer and towered over her smaller frame. He tugged harshly on her bound wrists and cut through the rope with ease,

“What is your name?” He asked quietly, discarding the restraints to the ground.

“Arnora,” She answered, rubbing at her rope burned wrists.

“This one is mine, no man is to touch her!” He declared loudly and pulled her out the group of women by the shoulder; shoving her in the direction of the hall.

He continued to direct her through the hall with light shoves here and there and took a moment to look over her some more until they came to the closed door of a room she guessed to be his sleeping quarters.

“Why did you not tell the men you are a dane?” Sigefrid lifted her chin with the knuckle of his forefinger.

“What difference would it make?” She jerked her face away from the contact and he smirked.

“You think we would enslave one of our own?”

“I am a woman, they would bed or kill me anyway.”

His brow briefly raised at her response but there was no flicker of concern or compassion across his face and his deep brown eyes remained void of any warmth. He opened the door to reveal a well furnished room with a large bed covered in furs that weren’t needed at this time of year in the middle and a table with fresh fruits and bread and nudged her inside.

“And what if I want to kill you?” He suggested, searching her eyes for any sign of fear.

“Then I pray to the gods you will make swift work of it,” Sigefrid pressed his lips together and hummed at her answer; invading her space he ran his fingers along her braided hair and tugged the tie off the end.

“What if I only want to ride you?” He spoke lowly and roughly pulled apart her braids to have the loose hair frame her face, he imagined it would glimmer like molten gold in the sun when clean.

“I pray you will make swift work of that too,” Arnora responded coldly.

“Not likely.” Sigefrid threatened, “You aren’t to be a slave, but I have claimed you.” He walked away and slammed the door leaving her standing in the room alone.

She grappled with the idea of death as the better alternative to being claimed, she couldn’t imagine living the life of a forced bedmate to a Jarl and having any happiness at all.

The birdsong quietening down and sky changing from bright blue to hues of golden oranges signalled evening approaching and she was relieved at the chance of the day's heat dwindling. Arnora stopped her pacing the moment the door opened with Sigefrid being followed by two other women who filled up two bowls of fresh water and set down a pile of clean cloths and clothing before leaving her alone with the tall Northman.

“You haven’t eaten anything,” He noted, placing his cup of ale down on the table removing his sword and seax.

“You didn’t say I could, people hang for stealing,”

“Eat,” He sighed with an eyeroll.

“I have no appetite.”

“Eat.” He insisted more sternly.

Sigefrid leaned against the table and watched her idly pick at some bread, with a huff he peeled and cut an apple into slices, he carelessly threw them into a wooden bowl and offered it to her along with his ale knowing the bread would be making her mouth dry. Arnora accepted with a curt nod and once he saw the empty bowl he called for a jug of ale to be brought to him.

With a full cup he untied his tunic and let it fall open to reveal the toned planes of his abdomen and regarded the woman in his company for a moment. Her face was sullen and amber eyes vacant, the spark of anger that was within them earlier in the day now missing, but that is what had made her so interesting to him and he wanted it back.

“Come here.” Sigefrid beckoned.

Her eyes flickered over him for a moment and his head tilted to the side with a raised brow to suggest he wouldn’t take no for an answer. As she came to stand in front of Sigefrid he smiled down at her and put a dry cloth into her hand.

“You will wash me,” He instructed, taking off his tunic and throwing it onto the bed.

“Yes, Lord.”

She carefully ran the now wet cloth over his biceps and defined muscles of his shoulders under his watchful gaze that was full of amusement, he followed the movements of her hands over his chest and down his taut stomach and a hint of an emotion he couldn’t place flickered through her eyes. It wasn’t the anger he wanted but at least it was something to show she still had life inside her.

“Tell me, Arnora, will you miss your husband?” He hoped to tease her but was also curious about what her life was before arriving in Eoferwic.

“I don’t have a husband, Lord,”

“Why did you bind your hair then?”

“Most men leave you alone when they believe you are someone else’s property,” She shrugged.

As she patted him dry he took another cloth and damped it, he pinched her chin between his fingers and wiped away the dirt to reveal her clear skin marred by a lightening bruise under her eye and smirked at her expression from the unexpected contact. As his eyes skimmed over her chest she tried to pull back from his grasp so he put the cloth over the edge of the bowl with a sigh and stepped back from her.

“Now you.” He nodded to her dress and she knew what he wanted.

Arnora huffed and harshly untied the laces of her dress and pushed the woollen fabric off her shoulders, she was unhappy to be doing this but had an odd sense of relief that it was her own hands doing the work and not someone like Haesten. Sigefrid sat back on his bed, resting on an elbow and observed as the material slid off her hips and pooled at her feet exposing her naked form.

He admired the curve of her breasts and waist leading down to her soft stomach, focusing on her hips he noticed mottled bruising and larger spots of purples leading up her back as she turned and plunged the cloth back into the cold water. He swallowed any feelings of concern at the treatment she may have received on the journey and continued to watch Arnora drag the soaked cloth quickly up an arm and then the other and he tutted,

“No.” He scolded and stormed back over to the table and bowls.

He took the cloth from her and wrung it out, she winced as he roughly took her wrist in his other hand and slowly ran the damp fabric up the inside her arms with a light pressure. Rewetting the cloth he wiped around her neck and down her chest, when she looked away from him at the corner of the scratchy material grazing her nipple he held her neck and the side of her face in his large calloused hand to keep her gaze on him.

She stared up into his cold coal like eyes as Sigefrid palmed and squeezed her breasts cleaning away the grime, as his hand rubbed down her cleavage and navel she tried to  shove him away, his grip on her jaw quickly tightened and as he ran the cloth between the apex of her thighs she slapped him away hard with both hands. 

Out of frustration Sigefrid pushed her backwards by the face and threw the cloth into the bowl of water splashing them both in the process.

“Fight me all you want but I will have what is mine,” He growled and she focused on the waving water instead of the anger further darkening his eyes. 

With a deep breath Arnora turned back to the bowl and continued the task of washing herself at her own pace, she could still feel Sigefrid’s watchful gaze on her and involuntarily flinched at bundled up fabric hitting the side of her face.

“Put that on when you are done.”

She listened to him gathering up his swords and begin to storm out of the room but he paused in the open door way,

“Eat and drink all you wish.” and with that he closed the door and she was alone once more. 

In the comfort of privacy Arnora had scrubbed herself as much as she could and used the small wooden bowl she had eaten apples from to assist in washing her hair and ridding it of the smell of hay. She picked up the clean dress Sigefrid had thrown at her and admired the delicately embroidered runes that adorned the hems of the sleeves and neck of the blush pink material. 

It was bittersweet to be given an item so lovely when her new purpose was to be a bed warmer until her new Lord grew tired of her and handed her off to his men to use as they wished for their own amusement. With a deep sigh she willed away the tears threatening to spill with her mind flooding of all that she had witnessed and been on the receiving end of since the small settlement she had only just begun to call home had been raided.

With the sounds of roaring laughter, cheers and shouts coming from outside the hall the bed looked to be more and more inviting, she hadn’t had much sleep recently and she was finding it hard to resist the idea of comfort with the darkening sky creeping in through the window. 

Sigefrid returned to his room being dimly illuminated by a torch burning outside the window, Arnora appeared to be asleep on the far edge of the bed. She was laid on her front with tendrils of hair covering her face, he paid attention the soft rise and fall of her back as he loosened his sword belt and set the weapon down against the wall, to his surprise she didn’t stir at the clinking of metal or the bed shifting under his weight when he sat down. 

The usual savage in him lay dormant as the thought of pulling her from her slumber to serve him and satisfy his needs flickered through his mind, then he wondered if he could instil loyalty and have her submit to him in a more willful way and scoffed at his foolish thinking, she was woman good for one thing; ploughing. But as he removed his tunic and boots and laid down beside her he did not reach out, he left her be. 

As the sun rose and lit up the bedroom Sigefrid sat in a chair with a foot up on the table listening to the birdsong ushering in the new day as he rubbed his thumb on his cup of weak ale and watched a still sleeping Arnora. It was rare to have an enslaved woman, even if only briefly, not be a snivelling wreck flinching at every sound or movement after spending a few days in the company of Sigefrid’s men and he felt his curiosity growing. 

Arnora rolled onto her side and woke feeling disorientated, pushing up onto her hand she recognised the sword leaning against the wall on the other side of the bed and rubbed at her eye wondering where the man it belonged to was. Her head snapped towards the sound of a cup hitting wood and her gaze fell on Sigefrid, 

“Morning, Lord,” She spoke quietly and he found that he liked the way her honeyed voice shrouded in sleep sounded. 

“Well rested?” 

“Yes, thank you,”

“Good,” He stood and held her gaze as he tied his tunic, “I want you in the kitchen today, you cannot stay in this room forever.” 

“The kitchen, Lord?”

“Unless you would prefer to weave yarn?”

Arnora shook her head and the morning sun spilling through the window glinted off the golden strands of her hair. She would much rather knead dough and prepare meats than handle delicate yarns, it was a lot easier to get that wrong than cooking. 

Arnora had barely noticed the hours passing as she worked out all her frustrations into the dough she kneaded, the northman she was now bound to had not put his hands on her at all after she had refused his touch yesterday evening and she didn’t know why. 

She also didn’t like the anger she was carrying now, Arnora was raised to be kind and understanding yet defend herself when needed, being angry and rough was not natural to her and she didn’t want to have to become that type of woman just to survive. 

When the chatter within the hot and stuffy kitchen fell quiet later on she felt Sigefrid come to look over her shoulder and see what she was doing. Arnora peeked up at him, his brows were slightly furrowed and lips parted, she couldn’t figure out if it was a look of confusion or interest. 

“Lord?”

“Go get cleaned up, you will dine with me in the hall.” His dark gaze met hers. 

“And your men?” She asked, diverting her eyes to the floor. 

“Yes, as I said you cannot stay in that room forever.” 

He observed the way she tensed up as she dusted the flour off of her hands sending a powdery cloud fluttering to the floor and he remembered the bruising on her body that matched the one beneath her eye, with a sigh he offered up the only words of comfort he could find in a low voice solely for her to hear, 

“They dare not touch you.” His words came out more aggressive than he had intended but Arnora nodded in acknowledgement and quietly stepped away from him making her way out of the kitchen. 

Inside the warm hall under the burning torches Sigefrid sat at the head of a long table, he glanced to the woman sitting on his right who picked at smoked meats with her hair glistening in the fire light when Haesten sat next to her, careful to keep some distance between them. 

“For a Dane you look to be uncomfortable in a pagan hall, woman,”

“Does my lack of celebration at being stolen from my home upset you, man?”

Sigefrid chuckled at the exchanged but didn’t miss the way her body had tensed up similar to how she had earlier, although he considered her to be his property now he didn’t feel like torturing her in the form of forced close proximity to a man who he guessed was responsible for some of her injuries. 

“Arnora, fetch me a fresh jug of ale,” 

He chose to ignore the stocky blonde’s eyes raking over her body as she obeyed the simple order and walked away from the table with the empty clay jug in hand. 

“Play nice, Haesten,” He spoke with a cold look over the lip of his cup. 

Arnora returned a short while later and stood at Sigefrid’s side, refilling his cup without instruction when Haesten piped up again, a smirk plastered on his face as he stared at her.

“How does she ride, Lord?” Sigefrid forced a smile at his question, instinctively wrapping his arm around Arnora and resting his hand against her hip. 

“She passes the time,” He shrugged and pulled her into his lap, relieved that she put an arm over his shoulder to indicate there had been a physical closeness between them, against her will or not. It wasn't anyone’s business that he hadn’t had her yet but she knew the implications if people found out. 

“She fights too much for my liking,” Haesten sucked his teeth and took a gulp of ale. 

Arnora’s blood began to boil and rush beneath the surface of her skin and from her position in Sigefrid’s lap he saw the way her heart hammered, threatening to break through her chest.

“You will not tease her,” Sigefrid chastised his man for being so bold. 

“It’s only a bit of fun, Lord,” Haesten smiled, looking to his Lord hoping to diffuse the situation.

“You will not.” He commanded further, his eyes void of any amusement making the stocky dane stand from the table and leave with a face resembling that of a sulking child. 

Arnora felt Sigefrid’s fingers press into her thigh along with an unforgiving energy emitting from him and she found herself relaxing into his hold. He had no need to berate the other man for his behaviour, it was the usual treatment towards taken women but she oddly felt safe, almost protected, being close to him in that moment. 

She spent the rest of the evening seated in Sigefrid’s lap, silently observing him talking and laughing with his brother Erik. At one point he had moved her arm from around his neck and placed his cup in her hand, pushing the bottom of it towards her mouth with his fingers silently telling her to drink with his eyes locked on hers the entire time. It was a strange moment of intimacy that she had been reluctant to be a part of but was in no position to refuse. 

When he said his farewells for the night and pulled her along back to his room a ball of tangled nerves grew in the pit of her stomach knowing she would be faced with the dilemma of trying to avoid his advances for a second time. 

She dutifully helped him remove the leather armour he wore strapped to his shoulders along with his sword belt as instructed and when she was done took two steps back from his lingering gaze in an attempt to put some distance between them. 

“Get on the bed.” He demanded with a softer than usual tone.

“No.” She whispered. 

“I told you I will have what is mine, now get on the bed.” 

Arnora shook her head and slowly backed away, Sigefrid growled and rushed at her grabbing her by the hips and threw her onto the furs with ease. She quickly scrambled to crawl off the bed but he was faster and pulled her back towards him by an ankle and flipped her over onto her back in one rapid motion. 

She tried to slap and kick at him to prevent him from settling between her thighs with no luck, his strength only increasing with every thud against his face and chest as he gripped her forearms and pinned them above her head, trapping her beneath him. Arnora’s ragged breathing had her chest heaving under the weight of Sigefrid and he smirked as she failed to lift her arms.

His obsidian eyes flickered from her bronze gaze to her full lips and he inched close enough that she felt his beard brush against her chin and his breath fan across her mouth. She jerked at him fast and clamped down her teeth in an attempt to bite him and he pulled back with a dark chuckle.

“You cannot win this fight,”

He leaned down close again and this time his lips touched hers, she grunted and thrust her head forward once more catching his bottom lip in a sharp bite, he ran his tongue over the small cut and a tiny gasp escaped Arnora feeling his growl rumble through him with a grind of his growing erection against her covered core. 

Each slow roll of his hips into her had the air around them grow heavy with a charged silence only broken by their mingling breaths. He noticed how her body steadily started to relax and her pupils began to dilate at the contact, with a lick of his lips he crashed his mouth down to hers and as he suspected she didn’t fight back this time, instead she met his furious kiss with her own, allowing their tongues to taste each other. 

Not fully trusting her Sigefrid kept her wrists locked in one hand while he tore at the laces on his breeches and pulled up Arnora’s dress exposing her bare cunt to him. There was no gentleness as he nudged the tip of his throbbing cock through her folds gathering up slick before he pushed into her with a hard thrust earning a loud moan from her at the intrusion.

He hissed, taking hold of her jaw as her walls stretched around him with each deep roll of his hips. Sigefrid basked in the sounds of her gasps and breathy pants while he sank his teeth into her soft neck sucking purple welts onto her pale skin and Arnora felt like she was drowning in murky waters of pleasure and resentment. 

He finally released Arnora’s aching wrists and pulled her legs up over his shoulders, setting a brutal pace he furiously slammed into her over and over filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping skin. Her knuckles were white from the grip she had on the furs at her sides and her mouth fell open with her brows knitted together feeling the tight knot forming deep within as Sigefrid’s cock assaulted the spongy part of her heat repeatedly. 

Feeling the flutter of her walls around him Sigefrid leaned forward to see her blown pupils swallowing the bronze iris, with her folded up underneath him his cock hit deeper depths and she arched up into him with her climax shuddering through her body. Sigefrid groaned and nipped at the inside of her knee as he spilled his hot seed into her still twitching cunt, and the only thought clear in his pleasure clouded mind was that she would be more than just a body helping to pass the time. 

Arnora winced as he pulled out and laid on his back next to her as she straightened her legs and dress, they remained in silence for a few moments catching their breaths and coming down from their highs when Sigefrid noticed her cringe as she gently touched her damaged wrists, with a near silent sigh he directed his eyes back to the rafters.

“Does that hurt?” 

“A little, Lord, I am worried it will become infected if you keep grabbing at them,” She was playing it down, it ached and stung with even the smallest of contact from the sleeve of her dress and burned when pressed in any way. 

They shared a cup of ale with no words spoken in a comfortable silence, only peeking glances at each other here and there from their separate sides of the bed when their fingers touched as they passed the cup between themselves. Arnora was unsure of how things would proceed now, she hadn’t expected to willingly give in to him as she had but worried that if she stopped putting up a fight he would grow bored of her and pass her around. 

In the morning Sigefrid had woken early and sought out a trusted woman who worked the kitchens that had knowledge in the ways of healing and on his way back to Arnora with an assortment of items he passed by Erik who flashed him a playful smile. 

“Broken her already, brother?” 

“Not quite.” 

To his surprise Arnora sat at the window in the morning sun finishing a small braid of the front parts of her long hair, she offered him a small smile as he placed a little jar, some leaves and thin strips of linen on the table next to her then knelt in front of her chair and held out his hands palm up thinking of how that was the first smile had seen her wear. 

“Lord?”

“This,” He nodded to the items he had brought, “is to help your wrists.” 

Her lips parted and brows raised at the kind gesture not expecting him to have cared but she placed a hand into his and watched as he gently pushed up her sleeve exposing the injury. He took his time coating the raw skin in a thin layer of honey before covering it in a large burdock leaf and wrapping the linen around her wrist keeping it all in place with a neat knot.  

“Thank you,” Arnora spoke quietly after he had repeated the process on her other arm.

“Do not mention it,” The corner of his mouth quirked up and she let out a breathy laugh. 

“No I mean it, I have a reputation to uphold.” 

The next couple of weeks passed with somewhat of a routine, they would have breakfast together in the privacy of Sigefrid’s room, Arnora would then spend the day in the kitchens with the women from the north talking of their homelands, and in the evenings she would either sit beside or in the lap of Sigefrid wearing his marks across her neck and chest for all to see. 

Of a night he would take her however he wished, and she did not fight him as he replaced any fading marks with new ones and filled her with his seed sometimes multiple times before falling asleep with a distance between them. She had grown accustomed to his rough ways but there was a lack of intimacy she found to be bothering her, a strange fondness for him was growing and it made her feel as though she was falling into madness. 

On a particularly hot and stuffy morning Sigefrid paced the room as Arnora turned an unbitten apple in her hands, she had quickly noticed the heat got to him and so people would be tiptoeing around him until the warmth eased to avoid setting off his temper. 

Erik had come to inform him that some priests had arrived from Cumberland at the request of their bishop, Sigefrid instructed Arnora to join him at the meeting and although she tried to protest being there he insisted. 

The doors were held wide open to help the building up heat escape but it had little effect, Haesten was displeased to see the blonde woman stood behind his seated Lord and the priests gave a disapproving look at her presence, unsure as to why she was there in the first place as they knew the brothers were both unmarried. 

“My Lords, this letter is of great importance,” The shorter of the two priests spoke nervously. 

“And what does this letter say?” Erik asked, looking amused at their nerves. 

“We do not know, Lord, it is for you to see only,”

“Your bishop has sent you all this way and you do not know why?” Sigefrid challenged, tapping his palm off the arm of the chair. 

“We are simply following commands, Lord,” The taller balding one held the small sealed parchment out to him. 

“Is this meant as an insult, priest?”

Arnora’s eyes flicked from the priest to Sigefrid, the poor souls sent by their bishop must not have been aware that the Northmen they had come to see were not taught letters as children but how to be fighters. 

“N-no, not at all Lord,”

“It feels like an insult,” Sigefrid insisted and rubbed at his bottom lip with his thumb. 

“It is not an insu-”

“IT IS AN INSULT.” 

Arnora flinched at his booming voice and the way he jumped out of his chair just as the holy men had but she did not cower or shake, instead she took a deep breath and stepped forward placing a gentle hand to the back of Sigefrid’s shoulder hoping to diffuse the scene, 

“If I may, Lord’s, perhaps it would be best for the father’s to cool down with some ale and allow you time to read this letter in privacy?” She spoke her suggestion softly and looked to Erik who nodded in agreement as she took the folded parchment that was being offered to Sigefrid. 

“Haesten, take the priests to the church where they will be surely welcomed.” Erik commanded, and as soon as the three men were out of sight Arnora broke the wax seal under the watchful gaze of the brothers. 

“Well, what does it say?” Sigefrid sighed with a wave of his hand, his patience wearing thin. 

“It is simply a request to stop raiding the land, Lord,”

“In exchange for what?” Erik asked. 

“Nothing, Lord,” 

“Nothing.” Sigefrid repeated with a sneer, he caught the subtle frown that flickered across Arnora’s face and took a step closer to her, “What else?” 

“The bishop is also urging you to consider a christian life,” She quietly revealed, knowing it would only anger him further. 

“I have a mind to take my men and destroy his precious building and take all their silver for us, brother,” 

“It is a long way to travel without knowing what is waiting on the other end, it is not known to be a land of wealth” Erik claimed with a stroke of his beard.

“Fetch the priests!” Sigefrid shouted and a man on the doors hurried off towards the church. 

Arnora stood back behind Sigefrid’s chair expecting him to sit but as the priests were ushered back into the hall he stormed towards them with ferocity, in one quick motion he unsheathed his sword and slashed through the first man’s throat inciting a shriek from the second who only moments later was stabbed in the gut. 

The angry Northman shoved his victim backwards off the metal and turned, setting his gaze that burned with fury on his claimed woman, her head slightly bowed with her bronze eyes looking at him from under long lashes and her lips pressed into a tight line. 

“Have the bodies displayed outside the gates, anymore holy men arriving begging for peace shall be turned away!” 

Sheathing his sword Sigefrid beckoned Arnora to him with a jerk of his head and she obeyed, he placed his large hand on the side of her slender neck and used his thumb to push against her chin forcing her to look him in the eye. 

“You think I should have spared them?” He asked, focusing on the way her creased brow relaxed.

“It is not my place to say, Lord,” In truth Arnora had been surprised they had survived being inside the walls of the city as long as they had.

“Come, let us go for a ride.” He needed to cool off, and weirdly he didn’t want to leave her behind.

Underneath the high sun shade of tall tree’s sheltered Arnora and Sigefrid as they arrived at a shallow river with water cascading from high rocks. It was the coolest she had felt in weeks and was happy to feel the ground beneath her bare feet. Sigefrid removed his sword belt and rid himself of his faded red tunic as he watched Arnora dip her feet into the clear waters edge with a smile playing on her lips. 

“‘Nora..” 

Her head snapped towards him with the use of her name in a way she hadn’t heard for years and made her heart skip a beat. Walking towards him there was an odd look of affection in his dark eyes and his fingers brushed through the length of her golden hair. 

“Do you fear me?” He asked, he had found her to be a peaceful companion in recent weeks and didn’t want her to be afraid of him, he had no intentions of harming her. 

“Sometimes, Lord,” 

“Sigefrid,” 

“Sigefrid.” His name sounded nice spoken with her honeyed voice. 

Cupping her cheeks he gently brushed his thumb across her full lips and Arnora felt herself chasing his touch when he stopped. Stepping closer into his space she placed her hands flat on his toned chest and pushed up onto the balls of her feet, her lips ghosted over his as she searched his eyes for permission and it came in the form of a low grumble vibrating through his chest to her hands. 

Closing the gap Sigefrid held her close with a tight grip on her soft hips, he’d not kissed her since the first time he had taken her but this was slower with a different emotion behind the act, the soft press of her lips on his was sweet tasting and addictive. He pulled back with a sigh and her dress bundled in his fist. 

“Into the water, ‘Nora.” 

Nodding she stepped away and removed her dress, throwing it to where she had left her shoes and eased into the cool waters. Sigefrid watched her dip down and disappear beneath the surface before re-emerging and wiping her face as he took off his boots and breeches to join her. 

Wading in up to his waist he held her with her back flush to his chest enjoying the feel of her wet cool skin against him, Arnora place her hands over his and guided them in roaming over her body as he replaced his usual habit of hard biting with hot kisses down her neck and along her shoulder tickling her with his beard as he did. 

Reaching up behind her she hooked a hand around his neck and his fingers skimmed down her stomach slipping beneath the water and through her folds, she gasped and gripped him tight as he brushed against the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs. Nipping at her skin he circled the pad of his finger against her until she was panting and moaning under the summer sun.  

Sigefrid committed her chest heaving, her peaked nipples glistening with water and the way her back arched under his touch to memory. He pressed his lips to the shell of her ear as he increased the pressure and speed of his ministrations and spoke to her in a low tone, 

“Who do you belong to?” 

“Sigefrid.”  

End Notes: Look man, this whole thing ran away from me and did its own thing, I'm just happy to have gotten some words written instead of have a complete writers block lmao. The flow of this feels dodgy I know. if you stuck around long enough to get to here then, well done, you champ.

[vengeancetrilogywallpaper]

need attention from a certain someone of the erik dracula victor frankenstein zach varmitech anakin prince hans mr hyde gordon comstock eric northman pedro pascal henry winter dr gregory house persuasion

[leonardcohenofficial]

i watched 120 new-to-me films this year; here are the posters from a few of my favorites in no particular order!!

faults (riley stearns, 2014) out of the blue (dennis hopper, 1980) wake in fright (ted kotcheff, 1971) entergalactic (fletcher moules, 2022) histoires d'amérique: food, family and philosophy (chantal akerman, 1989) the woman king (gina prince-bythewood, 2022) waking life (richard linklater, 2001) on the count of three (jerrod carmichael, 2021)  thank you and good night (jan oxenberg, 1991)

i’ll tag @lesbiancolumbo / @draftdodgerag / @localpubliclibrary / @calicoskiesacoustic / @jerrylandis / @columbosunday / @harrierdoobie  / @sightofsea and anyone else who’d like to do this!! 🌟

entire watchlist from 2022 is below the cut:

the world to come (mona fastvold, 2020)

nancy (christina choe, 2018)

la bouche de jean-pierre (lucile hadžihalilović, 1996)

run (aneesh chaganty, 2020)

the mosquito coast (peter weir, 1986)

mass (fran kanz, 2021) 

a field in england (ben wheatley, 2014) 

angels wear white (vivian qu, 2017)

a cape cod christmas (john stimpson, 2021) 

shook (jennifer harrington, 2021)

outing riley (pete jones, 2004)

love & mercy (bill pohlad, 2014) 

small engine repair (john pollono, 2021) 

the fallout (megan park, 2021) 

clemency (chinonye chukwu, 2019)

red elvis (thomas latter, 2022) 

calendar girls (nigel cole, 2003) 

the little hours (jeff baena, 2017)

out of the blue (dennis hopper, 1980) 

aya of yop city (marguerite abouet and clement oubrerie, 2013) 

fresh (mimi cave, 2022)

jesus camp (rachel grady, 2006) 

bamboozled (spike lee, 2000)

master (mariama diallo, 2022)

the world of us (yoon ga-eun, 2016) 

jezebel (numa perrier, 2019)

the cat, the reverend and the slave (alain della negra and kaori kinoshita, 2009)

cohabitation (lauren barker, 2022)

the queen of versailles (lauren greenfield, 2012)

secret ceremony (joseph losey, 1968)

the northman (robert eggers, 2022)

the silent partner (daryl duke, 1978)

in secret (charlie stratton, 2013)

the ground beneath my feet (marie kreutzer, 2019)

the man who haunted himself (basil dearden, 1970)

woodlands dark and days bewitched: a history of folk horror (kier-la janisse, 2021)

the miseducation of cameron post (desiree akhavan, 2018)

roadrunner: a film about anthony bourdain (morgan neville, 2021) 

karen dalton: in my own time (richard peete and robert yapkowitz, 2020) 

fire music (tom surgal, 2018)

histoires d'amérique: food, family and philosophy (chantal akerman, 1989)

fruit of paradise (věra chytilová, 1969)

a different image (alile sharon larkin, 1982)

preparations to be together for an unknown period of time (lili horvát, 2020) 

candyman (nia dacosta, 2021)

fan girl (antoinette jadaone, 2020)

chicago 10 (brett morgen, 2007)

pray away (kristine stolakis, 2021)

mavis! (jessica edwards, 2015)

M (yolande zauberman, 2018)

wake in fright (ted kotcheff, 1971)

thomasine & bushrod (gordon parks, 1974)

desire me (released uncredited; jack conway, george cukor, mervyn le roy, and victor saville, 1947)

faults (riley stearns, 2014)

premature (rashaad ernesto green, 2019) 

mother joan of the angels (jerzy kawalerowicz, 1961) 

the loft (erik van looy, 2014)

the black phone (scott derrickson, 2022) 

no exit (damien power, 2022)

nope (jordan peele, 2022)

paprika (satoshi kon, 2006)

our eternal summer (émilie aussel, 2021)

playground (laura wandel, 2021) 

not okay (quinn shephard, 2022) 

everything everywhere all at once (daniel kwan and daniel scheinert, 2022)

pressure point (hubert cornfield, 1962)

sharp stick (lena dunham, 2022) 

on the count of three (jerrod carmichael, 2021) 

martha marcy may marlene (sean durkin, 2011)

waking life (richard linklater, 2001)

sicaro (denis villeneuve, 2015)

arrival (denis villeneuve, 2016)

this magnificent cake! (emma de swaef and marc james roels, 2018) 

chevalier (athina rachel tsangari, 2015)

young and wild (marialy rivas, 2012)

alice (krystin ver linden, 2022)

shame (steve mcqueen, 2011)

good madam (jenna cato bass, 2022) 

black bear (lawrence michael levine, 2020)

speak no evil (christian tafdrup, 2022)

wet sand (elene naveriani, 2021)

the catholic school (stefano mordini, 2021)

poly styrene: i am a cliché (celeste bell and paul sng, 2021)

the violators (helen walsh, 2015)

the woman king (gina prince-bythewood, 2022)

the killing kind (curtis harrington, 1973)

oleanna (david mamet, 1994)

entergalactic (fletcher moules, 2022)

the more the merrier (george stevens, 1943)

primrose path (gregory la cava, 1940)

watcher (chloe okuno, 2022)

enemy (dennis villenueve, 2013)

darlin' (pollyanna mcintosh, 2019)

sissy (kane senes and hannah barlow, 2022)

till (chinonye chukwu, 2022)

black panther: wakanda forever (ryan coogler, 2022)

the hunt (thomas vinterberg, 2012)

the other side of the underneath (jane arden, 1972)

barbarian (zach cregger, 2022) 

the intervention (clea duvall, 2016)

sorry to bother you (boots riley, 2018)

the silent twins (agnieszka smoczyńska, 2022)

tahara (olivia peace, 2020)

arranged (diane crespo and stefan schaefer, 2007)

swimming (luzie loose, 2018)

#like (sarah pirozek, 2019)

babysitter (monia chokri, 2022)

chico and rita (tono errando, fernando trueba, and javier mariscal, 2010)

pleasure (ninja thyberg, 2021)

john the violent (tonia marketaki, 1967)

fat girl (catherine breillat, 2001)

lemon (janicza bravo, 2017)

thank you and good night (jan oxenberg, 1991)

what about me (rachel amodeo, 1993)

the KKK boutique ain’t just rednecks (camille billops and james hatch, 1994)

sun don’t shine (amy seimetz, 2012)

zero fucks given (emmanuel marre and julie lecoustre, 2021)

piggy (carlota pereda, 2022)

ladyworld (amanda kramer, 2018)

wolf's hole (věra chytilová, 1987)

[mandokarla-mavrok]

fav and least favorite vampires?

That’s a such difficult question to answer, there are soooo many😩

Favs♥️

Godric (from True Blood) if you see me screaming at him in the void…mind ya business, I still love him even if his decisions fill me with inexpressible rage and grief😤💔

David (from The Lost Boys)🥵🤤🥴

Enzo (from The Vampire Diaries)🥹💖

Dimitri Belikov (from Vampire Academy) I know he’s technically a dhampir most of the time but he was full on Strigoi for a bit so I’m counting it😅

Ibrahim Mazur (from Vampire Academy) I’ve got daddy issue 🤷 nuff said

Drusilla (from Buffy the Vampire Slayer) I love crazy bitches, nuff said.

Jessica Hamby (from True Blood) might just be because I’ve got a thing for redheads? Idk 😅

Nadja of Antipaxos (from What We Do in The Shadows) HAS THE BEST THREATS, I fuvkjng love her so much!!!

Lexi (from The Vampire Diaries) she deserved better than that ☹️

Caroline Forbes (from The Vampire Diaries) it’s Caroline 🤷 no other explanation needed imo

I would put Tara Thornton (from True Blood) but I stopped watching around that time because what they did to her triggered me too much to finish the show so I only really knew her as a Human.

Also Klaus Mikaelson (from The Vampire Diaries) would also be up here but he’s a hybrid, not just a Vampire, so I’m not counting him. Love him tho!

Would 100% stake if given the chance🗡️

Max (from The Lost Boys) neglectful father who got his sons killed and didn’t give a flying fuck about even faking remorse or grief for any of them except maybe MAYBE David and even then I think Max was more disappointed with David’s failure to follow orders than anything else

Mikael Mikaelson (from TVD) ABUSIVE PIECE OF SHIT—nuff said.

Kyle, Jon, Erik and Shane (from Lost Boys: The Tribe) honestly they made vampire straight up gross and not in the sexy way🤢

Bill Compton (from True Blood) literally nothing else I need to say imo, it’s bill compton. I don’t understand how anyone found him attractive, he’s always grossed me out…

Damon Salvatore (from The Vampire Diaries) when i first started watching the show I thought he was funny and hella hot but as time went on…no I don’t like him one fucking bit anymore. It’s embarrassing that I did in the first place…

Russell Edgington (from True Blood) Loyalty to Eric Northman demands I hate his very existence.

Lorena Krasiki (from True Blood) she’s bill’s maker, that alone makes me despise her.

FRANKLIN MOTT🤬 (from True Blood) I hate him more than Russell Edgington AND MIKAEL MIKAELSON. Which is saying a fuvkjng lot. KILL THEM SLOWLY WITH FIRE🔥

[headsxwillxroll]

This is a list of Request Only muses. I’ll be more selective on who I interact with from this list. Each name is linked to their original Muse Page if they have one.

Canon:

Clark Kent

Daemon Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Erik Northman

Descendants OCs:

Viveca Heart - Daughter of the Queen of Hearts

Vivian Heart - Daughter of the Queen of Hearts

Kaven Knave - Son of the Knave of Hearts

Jacan Jabberwocky - Son of the Jabberwocky

Ambrose Aanenson - Son of the Blue Caterpillar

Chester Chestwen Cheshire - Son of the Cheshire Cat

Hilario Haralampos Hatter - Son of the Mad Hatter

Weatherly Earwicket - Son of the March Hare & The White Rabbit

Qin Jun - Son of the Emperor of China

Christian Anker - Son of Ariel

Ophelia Ozerova - Daughter of Odette

Octavius Ozerova - Son of Odette

Raven Berathraben Fae - Son of Maleficent

Cain Malum - Son of Chernabog

*A note: If anyone is familiar with any of my other old Descendants OC’s and would like to write with them please let me know. I’m just not going to make them muse pages.

[imagine-you]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by the lovely and talented @jozstankovich (check out their fics at @mrprettywhenhecries @seanfalco and @myherokatsuki)

1.how many works do you have on ao3? I currently have 41

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 842,003 (I think I broke the million mark when I wrote for bandom...but those fics are gone and dead and never to be resurfaced again...please)

3. what fandoms do you write for? a lot of them. stranger things, the walking dead, true blood, harry potter, marvel, the umbrella academy, the last of us, various horror movies, etc.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Boys Like You (Steve Harrington/Reader)

Meet Me Under the Stars (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Baby, You're a Haunted House (Billy Hargrove/Reader)

Somebody to Love (Diego Hargreeves/Reader)

Living As Foes (Eddie Munson/Reader)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not? Yes. I love comments and they fuel me to write more, but sometimes I'm not caught up on responding, mostly because I get super depressed and withdraw.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Maybe You're My Event Horizon? It's Negan/Reader and set before Meet Me Under the Stars and ends on a very sad note.

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All my fics generally have happy endings, so most of them.

8. do you get hate on any fics? Not recently, no.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? No. I did, but now it's just not something I want to write/read.

10. do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one you've written? Yes. Maybe my Umbrella Academy/Danger Days crossover? I've got to finish that one. It's probably the only Robert Sheehan related fic I'd actually be able to finish if I shifted the focus on to Party Poison/Reader...because I'm evil.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of?

12. have you ever had a fic translated? Yes.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! We didn't finish it, but joz and I started one.

14. what's your all-time favorite ship? Oh gosh, I have so many, I don't think I have a favorite. If I'm reading fic, lately I am partial to Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr (that whole friends to enemies to lovers thing has a chokehold on me). Writing, I've been more partial to Eric Northman/Reader lately.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? probably my crossover fic with joz, because it was a lot of fun, but I just have trouble with anything Robert Sheehan related now.

16. what are your writing strengths? Maybe plotting stories? I've been told that I'm really good at dialogue and that it feels like readers are eavesdropping on an actual conversation between the characters, so that was super flattering.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? getting depressed and not finishing fics lol and probably describing things or like getting *too* caught up in the details and not realizing I just need to move on with the story.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It depends on how it's done.

19. first fandom you wrote for? Bandom 🤫

20. favorite fic you've written? I have a very special place in my heart for Baby, You're a Haunted House, so maybe that one.

tagging: all my writer friends who see this and want to do this!! no pressure!

[pimientos-especiales]

I've never played Baldur's Gate III and probably never will - I mean I struggled to the point of tears to get through the Arceus fight in Pokemon Legends Arceus so I feel like BG3 might be too hard for me

But yeah guess what I'm an Astarion simp now

I don't know how they managed to craft the absolute perfect man for a particular set of fans. I mean I've been into anime since like 1998 so I know fangirls love: dudes with white hair; vampires; elves; men who are aristocratic but also a bit dandyish - and relatedly, feminine while still being masculine; men with huge body counts (in the gore sense); traumatic backstories; really nice clothes; snarky attitudes; but also sensitive guys

So like Astarion is basically like if you put Legolas, the 4kids dub version of Seto Kaiba, Sesshomaru, Ayame Sohma, Hatori Sohma, and Erik Northman from True Blood in a blender and then gave him fancy clothes

Idk what I mean. But like, it's that. He's like bisexual 1700s vampire Seto Kaiba who kills people and has lots of sex.

There will never be a fictional character more perfectly attuned to what teenage girls were attracted to in 2004.

My one and only critique is that he has no chest hair, but I understand that's common for elves in that continuity?

[hercssy]

꒰ ৎ୭ ꒱ . . BELOW ! ‹𝟹

you will find everything you will need to know about roleplaying with me! such as my writing style, my fandoms, main love interests, portrayals, my ocs and blacklisted characters!

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. . my roleplay style is always roleplaying in third person, i’m heavily detailed as i love to bring a story to life ( which means i also use gifs for this too *wink* ). i only roleplay on discord, as i prefer to make servers and sections to talk ooc, post oc/character shit and have fun while roleplaying! i love to use a lot of media to bring a roleplay + the characters involved come to life. i only roleplay on discord so please add me there and we can discuss plotting, etc. be sure to also read my rules before interacting with me!

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. . my muse for fandoms comes and goes, i think everyone does that anyways — but i’m only just a pm away from asking what my major muses are!

the walking dead

game of thrones

house of the dragon

marvel cinematic universe ( includes xmen )

trueblood

magic mike

jojo’s bizarre adventure

star wars

avatar

stranger things

harry potter

fantastic beasts and where to find them

buffy the vampire slayer

celebrity

god of war

devil may cry

red dead redemption

baldur’s gate 3

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. . these are my portrayals for each fandom i’m in. those that i will be most confident writing for will be marked blue, the least confident ones will be marked pink. neutral ones will remain black.

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

maggie greene, daryl dixon, carol peletier, carl grimes,dwight, rick grimes, michonne, abraham, glenn rhee, rosita espinosa, gabriel, eugene, princess.

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

jon snow, robb stark, tywin lannister, tyrion lannister, cersei lannister, jaime lannister, ned stark, sansa stark, arya stark, daenerys targaryen, khal drogo, the hound, jorah mormont, brienne of tarth, tormund giantsbane, daario naharis, greyworm, oberyn martell, podrick payne, yara greyjoy, theon greyjoy, brandon stark.

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

rhaenyra targaryen, ser harwin strong, viserys targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, alicent hightower.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE : 

marc spector, steve rogers, bucky barnes, stephen strange, wade wilson, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, quentin beck, t.h peter parker, a.g peter parker, tony stark, natasha romanoff, kate bishop, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, scott lang, t’challa udaku, erik killmonger, druig, thena, sersi, dane whitman, blade, johnny blaze, arthur harrow.

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

bill compton, eric northman, sam merlotte, jason stackhouse, sookie stackhouse, tara thornton, jessica hamby, alcide herveaux, hoyt fortenberry, pamela, terry bellefleur.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

magic mike, big dick richie, ken, dallas, adam, tito, tarzan.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

dio brando, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashikata, rohan kishibe, noriaki kakyoin, kars, eisidsi, wamuu, jolyne kujo.

┈─𖨂 STAR WARS :

anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, qui gon jinn, padme amidala, han solo, ashoka tano, luke skywalker, princess leia skywalker, kylo ren, darth maul, rey skywalker, cassian andor, poe dameron, finn, jyn erso, lando calrissian.

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

neytiri, miles quaritch, spider, neteyam sully, lo’ak sully, kiri augustine, grace augustine, trudy, norman spellman.

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, eleven, max mayfield, will byers, mike wheeler, dustin henderson, jim hopper, dimitri antonov, joyce byers, vecna.

┈─𖨂 HARRY POTTER :

harry potter, draco malfoy, remus lupin, hermione granger, bill weasley, sirius black, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, george weasley, fred weasley, ron weasley…+ more if asked.

┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

gellert grindlewald, albus dumbledore, queenie goldstein, credence barebone, jacob kowalski, theseus scamander.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

buffy summers, dawn summers, spike, willow rosenberg, xander harris, cordelia chase, oz, faith, tara maclay, riley finn, giles.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

this will depend, so just ask !

┈─𖨂 GOD OF WAR :

freya, loki/artreus, tyr, thor, freyr.

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

dante sparda, nero, vergil sparda, v.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

dutch van der linde, john marston, jack marston, saddie adler, bill williamson, micah bell.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

astarion ancunín, gortash, orin, mizora, gale dekarios, karlach, shadowheart, lae’zel, wyll ravengard, halsin, dame aylin, isabel thorm, dammon, jaheira, minthara, ketheric thorm.

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. . these are characters i have blacklisted from portrayals, this means i will refuse to roleplay/write them as love interests. don’t take it to heart though, i just have my reasons :’) more will be added along the way.

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

negan smith, the governor.

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

viserys ii targaryen, the night king.

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

daemon targaryen.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE :

red skull, thanos.

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

sarah newlin, steve newlin, macklyn warlow.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 STAR WARS :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

tuktirey sully.

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

billy hargrove.

┈─𖨂 HARRY POTTER :

lord voldemort.

┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

darla.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

depends, just ask !

┈─𖨂 GOD OF WAR :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

cazador, mystra.

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. . this section is for you to know my go-to love interest and my ocs for them!

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

pamela lennox x negan smith.

rebecca king x daryl dixon.

cersei bates x ezekiel sutton.

farah mcconnell x dwight.

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

rebekah skywalker x jon snow.

dawn the wolf-snake x robb stark.

azura menodora x jaime lannister.

rhiannon baratheon x the hound.

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

jae skywalker x aemond targaryen.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE :

xena blanc x dane whitman.

beatrix takahashi x ikaris.

alexis drakos x clint barton.

katya romanoff x steve rogers.

vergil volkov x natasha romanoff.

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

freya falkenberg x bill compton.

willow magnolia x sam merlotte.

abigail rivers x alcide herveaux.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

mara larsen x magic mike.

tanya cruz x dallas.

sophie henderson x big dick richie.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

keres masako x jotaro kujo.

liliana romanova x kars.



┈─𖨂 STAR WARS : 

neytiri te khan x anakin skywalker.

ciri creed x han solo.

nebula zraa x luke skywalker.

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

akila te sekra’at petani’ite x jake sully.

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

dahlia moone x jim hopper.

veronika antonov x dimitri antonov.

reagan cunningham x eddie munson.

┈─𖨂 HARRY POTTER : 

moira ripley x ron weasley.

nalani douglas x sirius black.

┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

jupiter ‘juno’ seagrave x newt scammander.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

unnamed oc x angel.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

depends, just ask !

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

sersi endo x nero.

unnamed oc x dante sparda.

unnamed oc x vergil sparda.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

chenoa abraham x arthur morgan.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

rhaenyra targaryen x astarion ancunín.

adenora rose x gale dekarios.

durge!vreea hellborn x astarion ancunín.

ninat ani’kiirr x karlach.

˚ 　 ♡ 🌱 ⁺ 　 ⟡

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Starter for headsxwillxroll’s Erik Northman

“Fancy seeing you out here, Erik Northman. Is the line always this stupidly long?” Adamaris asked as she blew smoke from her cigarette outside Fangtasia. She had to get into the bar like every other human: through the line of idoits looking to bang a vampire. She wasn't looking to have sex with a vampire. She had better things to do like drown her sorrows in Jack Daniels and cry about getting dumped by her ex.

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Erik “Would you still loved me if i turned into a worm” Northman