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mystic-shadows42 · 4 years

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Revelations

A/N: @walkxthexmoon Inspired me to write this piece. Thank you for giving me the honor to write my first Roman and Ivar crossover. I hope I don’t disappoint you.

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x reader x Ivar Lothbrok (Crossover AU)

Warnings: Language and Obsessiveness

Ivar walked through the door to his cousin Roman’s house and saw him on the phone. Roman did a quick wave of his hand while he still remained on the phone.

Meanwhile, Ivar made himself at home by dropping down on his cousin’s couch and one by one put his feet on the table while moving his crutches off to the side.

“Baby look I’m sorry. I just need you to call me back, okay. I miss you. I promise to be better. I only want us to be on better terms. I love you. Bye.”

Ivar lifted his brow in amusement.

“You have a girlfriend?”

Roman slicked his hair back and sighed at how nosy his cousin is, always wanting to know everybody’s business.

“Yeah.”

“You guys get into a fight or something?”

“Something like that. We’re going to work through it. I’m just giving her a little space.”

“So.... calling her is giving her space?”

Roman picked up one of his pillows off the couch and threw it at Ivar. He pointed his finger at his younger cousin who was known for getting in trouble.

“I’m not your mom, so I don’t want to hear any of your shit. I don’t even know why you’re here exactly? Aunt Aslaug sounded like she couldn’t wait to be rid of you.”

Ivar rolled his eyes. “It’s just to take the heat off me.” He never liked talking about his issues. That’s why he liked meddling in other people’s problems. It distracted him from the daily pain in his legs.

“And your brothers? It’s strange to see you without any of them.”

“It’s just me. Your favorite cousin.” Ivar smiled.

“Great,” Roman muttered sarcastically.

Ivar observed his older cousin throughout the day noticing how lonely he truly is. He had servants do everything for him but besides that, he does the same thing over.

He’d constantly see Roman checking his phone and pacing as he tapped his phone against his hand.

Ivar couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how pathetic his cousin seemed to be over his ‘girlfriend’ who never called him back.

Over the course of Ivar’s stay, he observed everything in the house. All but one area that Roman always sneaked off to. There was nothing else for Ivar to do so he’d follow Roman.

He peered from behind a wall watching his cousin use a passcode to enter a hidden door. It closed behind him but luckily for Ivar, he had memorized the code from watching for a couple of days.

He inserted the code and followed the dark hall where there was only one light at the end of it.

Ivar became confused at what he saw. It was simply a room, void of color. Hanging above the entranceway was a ‘Welcome Home!’ sign.

There were also various balloons hanging from the ceiling that were in different shades of color. Off to one side of the wall, there was a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals.

In Ivar’s daze of confusion, he didn’t see Roman appear from the bathroom carrying a box. It was only when Roman dropped it onto the floor that he looked at him.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

“What is all this?” Ivar asked not even really looking at Roman who was infuriated.

“Get the fuck out of here Ivar before I fucking break your legs even more!”

This brought his attention back. Ivar wasn’t afraid of his cousin like he used to be.

Even though Roman thought Ivar was at a disadvantage being on crutches, Ivar himself did not think so. He’s scrapped with many men and has come out victorious.

He simply smiled and stood as tall as he could in front of Roman.

“I dare you, cousin,” he stressed. “You may be mad at me now, but whatever you’re doing in here seems of great importance for you to do it while I’m still a guest here. So me discovering this,” he gestured with his hands around the room. “Is all on you.”

“What do you want then Ivar? You want me to give you money? Will that make you leave me alone?”

Ivar scoffed at the notion. “Your money doesn’t interest me. This room does though. You may not believe me, but I really do look up to you cousin. Not just physically because you’re taller but spiritually?”

Ivar was known for being religious in nature and made points of life imitating art type of stuff. The kind of thing that really pissed Roman off.

“What the hell are you even talking about? I really don’t want to hear this spiritual bullshit of yours.”

“You surprise me. That’s what makes you interesting.”

“So you think you’ve got everybody else figured out but me?”

“Exactly!” Ivar stated excitedly.

Roman sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Listen, I’m tired. I don’t-”

He was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. He quickly scrambled for his phone in his pant pocket almost dropping it in the process before picking it up quickly.

“Sweetheart, I’m so happy you called.” He bit his lower lip as he started to listen. “I don’t see why you’re being so hasty. Talk to me.” Ivar noticed his tone go softer and lower when he spoke to his girlfriend. “I need to see you. No, no, no, no, listen. I can’t do that. Will you-”

He exhaled loudly and looked down at his phone. “Fuck!” He put his hands over his head thinking to himself. “I have to go see her.”

Ivar gave him a knowing look narrowing his brows. “I think that’ll only make it worse. She doesn’t seem like she wants to talk to you.”

“Oh, like you’re an expert in love. I heard that Freydis girl cheated on your ass.”

Ivar bit his tongue but still smiled. “She’s dead.”

Roman turned to Ivar, giving him a remorseful look. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I just got heated after that phone call.”

Ivar collected himself before his cousin could see any vulnerability. He started to slowly make his way out of the room.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“How did she die?”

“Car crash. The brakes malfunctioned.”

Roman was quick to look at his cousin’s retreating figure. “Malfunctioned?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Did they question you?”

“Why would they? It was, after all, an accident.”

Roman smiled and shook his head. He’d always undermined his cousin, but now he was starting to see just how smart and cunning he really is.

He followed Ivar out and towards the garage.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going with you. I want to see this girlfriend of yours to really see if she’s worth all this trouble.”

“She’s worth it. I’ll bet everything I have just to prove it.”

Ivar tsked his cousin.

“Now that wouldn’t be a very smart thing to do, would it?”

“Love conquers all.” Roman opened the door to his car and gave in to Ivar. “Fine, get in crazy.”

Ivar chucked his crutches inside and became giddy once he sat in the car that he always wanted to ride in.

They drove for what seemed to be hours to Ivar. Everything was starting to look the same after a while.

“Are we there yet. I feel like all we’ve been doing is circling the same area.”

“That’s because we have been.”

Ivar looked at Roman sharply, about to give him a piece of his mind. He didn’t like how his time was being wasted, but then he saw that look in his eyes. It was the same look from earlier. Roman’s eyes were searching the surrounding area fervently.

He looked at the time and waited a couple of seconds then looked back up.

“She should be walking around here.... now.”

Sure enough, there you were. Ivar was hunched in his seat but for this, he sat up. He knew right away who his cousin was looking at. Ivar’s mouth began to part, unknowing to him.

While Roman’s heart seemed to be beating so fast that he could feel it throughout his whole body.

“There she is, looking absolutely beautiful without ever needing to try.”

Both of them were in a trance as they watched you walk. Roman took out his phone and quickly dialed the number he knew by heart.

They watched your expression change when you looked down at your phone. You hung up and quickly put your phone away.

“She hung up.” Roman was beside himself. He angrily unbuckled his seatbelt and headed towards where you were. It was safe to say that you were quite caught off guard when Roman tapped your shoulder making you turn around.

From Ivar’s view, he could see your eyes widen and your body stiffen. You put your hand in front of you before Roman could get any closer.

Your eyes wandered around quickly, looking for anybody near. Roman was pleading his case but was becoming frustrated with you not wanting to listen to him. When Roman grabbed your arm, you called out for help.

Ivar leaned forward watching this all play out. This definitely had his attention.

Roman looked like he was beginning to panic and placed a cloth over your mouth until you finally passed out in his arms.

“What the fuck,” Ivar whispered to himself.

Roman picked you up and looked around quickly before ushering to the car and placing you gently in the back seat. He got in the driver’s seat and took off making the tires screech off the cement.

It was quiet besides the idling of the car now and then. Ivar would look over at Roman to see his eyes focused on the road. He had a tight grip on the wheel, flexing his hands on it.

“I guess it’s safe to say that she was never really your girlfriend, was she?”

Roman looked at Ivar once they were at a stoplight. He was crossed between being mad and lost on what he just did.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“What was it supposed to be like? You were going to do this regardless. That’s what that room is for. For her arrival. You were probably going to take her after my departure, right?”

The streetlight was the only light reflecting off of their faces. It went from being red to green, yet Roman didn’t move the car.

“We keep this to ourselves.”

“Why should I keep your secret. This isn’t my mess.”

“At least I didn’t kill my girlfriend.”

Roman used to make fun of Ivar when they were younger, yet they had more similarities than he cared to admit especially at a moment like this.

They exchanged looks knowing that they were in this mess together now. Ivar had more experiences with problems like this rather than Roman himself.

He’d usually be able to get out of predicaments like this through money, but he was far beyond that.

“Looks like I’m not the crazy one anymore.” Ivar stated wanting to get the last say on the matter.

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shoot-the-oneshot · 3 years

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runesandmoons · 2 years

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These are the characters I write for (listed in order I most frequently write):

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Vikings:

🌳 Ivar Ragnarsson

🌳 Ubbe Ragnarsson

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❇️ I do OC stories, but only my own OCs.

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“Oh, it’s been paid for.” The barista said as you tried to hold out your phone to the card machine. Frowning you asked her if she was sure and she nodded, gesturing to a table behind you.

When you turned around, having thanked the barista for your coffee, you paused. Ivar was grinning at you from his seat. His brother’s things were strewn over the table and chairs Ivar was sat at.

You could see them flirting with one of the girls who had a black serving tray balanced in her hand. “Isn’t it your birthday soon?” Ivar asked.

“It is.” You muttered. You’d been avoiding him. You’d been avoiding Roman Godfrey as well, who seemed to have a terrible knack at appearing just as Ivar got your attention. You weren’t sure exactly why Ivar was looking at you with a nervous glint in his eyes.

He glanced around and leaned in with a delighted grin. “I managed to book the big hotel near the park you like. We’re throwing you a party!”

“You… as in?” You asked nervously as you frowned. He frowned too, disappointed that you hadn’t seen more pleased.

“My brothers and me. Also Floki. I don’t think you know him but you’ll like him.” Ivar said quickly. You let out a slow sigh. At least it didn’t involve Roman.

“Well, if you let me know what day your party is, I’ll try and come. I’m going out of town for a while.” You explained quickly. It struck you as a bit odd to throw an elaborate party for someone you barely knew and border line stalked. Although it wasn’t the weirdest thing the Lothbrok boys had done. You were pretty sure Ubbe had once donated a month's pocket money to buy off the local schools for a month so he could take a girl on holiday. Which raised the question of how much pocket money an eighteen year old was getting. You narrowed your eyes at Ivar and his eyebrows raised as he looked a tad nervous.

“Why would you pay for a party for me?” You asked dubiously.

“Oh! I like you.” He said. He didn’t say anything else so you nodded.

“Well, thank you for the coffee.” You muttered with a tight smile that you hoped was friendly enough to show your gratitude but not open enough to have the adoring boy looking up at you even more encouraged.

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“Hey Roman.” Peter said cheerfully as Roman pulled up outside his work. He’d lied the day before and given him the wrong appointment time. He’d wanted to know when you were bringing in your car so that you could run into him ‘organically’. Peter liked you, you were also a nice customer. He felt a little sorry for you being caught between Roman and Ivar. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have to deal with what Peter regarded as two Roman Godfreys.

You’d needed your tires fixed on your ‘new’ car. He’d managed to help you find the car you’d saved up for. It was a little old and busted up but you’d worked out a deal to get it usable. He’d worked so hard on it, for so long, he had assumed that you wouldn’t be in for a long while, at least until the next tune up for the car. It wasn’t for a whole year. He suspected that Roman had your tires slashed so he could run into you at the garage. He had been a little too eager and knowledgeable about the state of your car. Peter hadn’t said anything though. Best to avoid being drowned in Roman’s bad mood. Though he looked pretty angry about something already.

“You’re closing?”

“Yeah, (Y/N) just needed some new tires and she was my last customer.” Peter said quickly. He rubbed the back of his head and tried not to look nervous.

“You should have called me to tell me to come sooner.” Roman said with a disapproving look. Peter just gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged. “That Lothbrok idiot is showing off again.”

“He is?” Peter said as he glanced around, expecting his garage to be filled with luxury cars at any moment. Roman rolled his eyes at his friend and glared at him from his seat in his car. He drummed his fingers on the edge of the door and considered, for a moment driving off and not talking to Peter for a while.

“Apparently he and his brothers are throwing a party for (Y/N). He books up all the caterers and party planners. Not only that but he’s bought out her favourite restaurants to serve food. The theme park is moving some of its rides to the hotel and he’s set up a cinema there. It’s ridiculous!” Roman snapped and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. Peter wasn’t sure what to say. He agreed, it was ridiculous. It was nowhere near the small, classy thing that you’d planned with your friends in your out of town trip you’d mentioned. He was also sure that Roman was angry because he hadn’t thought of it. Seeing as both Roman and Ivar seemed convinced that luxury and money was the way to win your over to them.

“Maybe you should… crash the party?” Peter offered. He felt a little guilty but he figured that you’d reather them both be at the party that you hadn’t even wanted, and that you might not even go to. Then have them both do something chaotic at the airport. Roman seemed to agree with him and his mood changed in an instant as he planned how to upstage Ivar.

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You attended the party with your friends. Your bags were packed, you’d parked the car somewhere that the Lothbroks and Roman couldn’t tamper with and stop you from going.Your friends had insisted on going as half the town had headed to the party.

It was loud and big. No one seemed to comment on the fact that you and your friends were dressed in travelling clothes, rather than ball gowns like everyone else.

“(Y/N)!” Ivar said cheerfully. You muttered a greeting and waved from inside the huddle of your friends.

“We’re not staying long.” Your friend said quickly and Ivar frowned.

“That’s fine. But it is your party.” He said as he shrugged and hurried to fetch you a drink.

“That you planned without knowing her, or asking her. Which is so weird.” Your other friend pointed out. Another spotted Roman at the bar. He was downing drinks and looked dreadfully bored.

“Why do they always come to irritate me together?” You asked quietly and your friends laughed.

Roman downed a last drink and started heading your way. Your friends made it their mission that until you’d shown a polite enough attendance to the party, they would help you avoid them both. By the time Roman had made it through the crowd to you, your group had moved on. It went on and on until your friend’s phone dinged and the group started making their way to the exit.

“He showed up Hvitserk! He wasn't even invited to the party. It’s one thing for Peter to show up he knows (Y/N) but Roman!” Ivar was complaining as he leant on one of the tables outside and swung his lit cigarette dangerously close to Hvitserk’s face.

“Well, he does know her Ivar. Didn’t they both go to school together?”

“That does not mean that he knows her!”

“You did make it a public event so she would show up for her birthday and she did.” Hvitserk added as he rolled his own cigarette and ignored Ivar’s flailing.

“Well. Yes. It will show him up when we give her that room of gifts and all he bought was a bottle of wine.” Ivar added gleefully. He stopped talking long enough for Hvitserk to sign and see what had snatched his brother’s attention. You and your friends were fleeing away from the building. Ivar frowned as Roman emerged and called after you.

“You were going to leave without me saying hello.” Roman said as he shoved through the group and grabbed at your arm.

“Well, yes, we really have to get going.”

“Where?” Roman asked curtly.

“Just, out of town.” You said quickly. He glared at you as if he was considering telling you not to go. He seemed annoyed when you pried your arm from his hand.

“You’re ungrateful.”

“Excuse me?” You asked and he gestured to the building.

“I got you a gift and you’re not going to wait for me to give it to you. So you’re ungrateful. I want to give it to you.” Roman snapped. Ivar was stomping over with his crutches that clicked over the floor. Hvitserk dawdled along behind. He seemed to be struggling to light his cigarette.

“You’re ruining the party. My guest of honour is leaving because of you!” Ivar snapped at Roman who rolled his eyes.

“She’s leaving because you’re a creep who threw her a party without asking.” Roman snapped back. They started shouting and bellowing at each other, loudly enough that people who were chatting outside or smoking hurried back inside.

“If I were you I’d leave now before they notice that you’re going.” Hvitserk said quietly as he leant in and used your friends as a wind breaker so he could finally light his cigarette. He winked at you as he jerked his hand to a gate that you hadn’t noticed before. “You’re not the only one that makes escape plans for these stupid parties.”

“What kind of idiot only brings wine to a birthday gift!” Ivar seethed at Roman who was squaring up and trying to make himself look even bigger. You whispered a thank you to Hvitserk who gave you a flirty, lopsided smile before his attention was dragged away by a couple of women entering the car park.

Your group rushed away and managed to make it to the gate before either of them noticed. By the time Roman had made it to the gate you were in the car. Once Ivar joined him you could hear even more shouting over the sound of your friends engine as they pulled away.

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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Accidentally Met My Soulmate(s)

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

At the moment I am not feeling very very well, plus my computer just decided to have a few problems, so writing has been the last thing on my mind.

But I couldn’t help but wish @walkxthexmoon an ‘happy birthday’ with this small fic (I am sorry if it truly sucks, I sadly haven’t felt the best as of lately, but I do hope that it’ll make you smile a bit)!

I hope you had a lot of cake and a lot nice gifts!

WARNINGS: Slight Mention of Smut, Alcohol Abuse, Puke.

In which once you met your soulmates you have their handprints tattooed onto yourself.

The night that you had met your soulmates (yeah there was apparently two of them), you hadn’t even wanted to go out.

Your friends had actually brought you to the club, mostly because you hadn’t wanted to celebrate your birthday, meanwhile that seemed all they wanted to do.

There were many reasons why you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday, one of which was the fact that that year had been less than pleasant and you had waited with much patience the end of it, to try to tiptoe attentively in the following one, without making so much fuss and continuing with your ordinary life.

The fact that most of your girlfriends were actually all matched up together didn’t help in the slightest.

You had thought that it would be a cute girls-night, but you had bene gravely mistaken by discovering that they had all brought their boyfriends, making the entire night already quite infernal.

And you wouldn’t have been able to survive it, without the help of alcohol.

So much alcohol.

That’s why you had approached the bartender quite quickly, the man smirking at you with some kind of gentleness that got you definitely very interested in trying out all the drinks he was missing up, and you were having quite a bit of fun, when his turn seemed to finish.

And he got substituted by an even more handsome bartender, although he had more a disgruntled look than the kind smirk the previous one had offered you.

But this time you knew a name: Ivar.

‘… cutting my time when I am with a beautiful lady, brother?’ had told him the brown-haired beauty at the bar ‘… want her all for yourself?’.

And with the way electricity snapped in Ivar’s eyes, you would have preferred to be the one having him all for yourself.

The gin tonic was definitely making its way in your veins.

‘Fuck off, Hvitserk, you have a fucking girlfriend at home!’.

Well, that explained why the bartender’s, Hvitserk’s, flirtations had come so softly, and in a more playful way that definitely didn’t entail any intention to bring you back home.

And as you met his eyes, he simply shrugged his shoulders with a sly smirk, as if he held himself faultless to your thinking, and lightly mouthed ‘I leave you in good hands’.

In fact, Ivar’s cocktails were better than you had expected.

But he wasn’t as talkative as his brother.

The conversation was one-sided, but certainly his eyes seemed to enjoy your body as they slithered with a bit of shame onto your mini-dress and it made you feel as if he could somehow push his own electricity in his glacial stare, making you shook lightly underneath it.

It was like electricity was running onto your skin.

And you enjoyed it.

For the first time that night you were glad to have agreed to come out with your friends.

You were halfway through reaching for another shot, probably the fifth in the span of an hour.

And then Ivar gently but steadily grabbed onto your wrist, to stop you.

And for a man that could be quite intimidating due to his impressive stance, he certainly had quite a lot of gentleness in the way he hold your wrist attentively, almost worried that he might break it, but his strength was definitely there as he shot you a look.

‘I don’t need a babysitter’.

You hadn’t wanted to be in there, first of all.

So, you could a few bad calls.

‘Understandable’ his fingers onto his wrist definitely didn’t retreat themselves as he fixed his electrical eyes onto you ‘… but then I do think that you should stop with all this shitty stuff and just let me pop something nice and expensive for you, princess’.

Well, you hadn’t expected that certainly.

‘… oh, yeah… thank you’ please do cover up this horrible moment ‘… I’ll need to… I’ll go to the toilette…’.

He looked delighted of having taken her ability to properly talk.

And fuck if she felt his gaze following her attentively.

And you tried to find the toilette, without focusing on the fact that the hot bartender had just hit on you.

So, you obviously didn’t look where you were walking.

And walked right into a handsome body.

Taller than her and slim in an androgynous way.

So, it wasn’t such a surprise to see that such a nice body matched such a nice face.

And that his gaze, lightly green in a way that was damnably hypnotic, turned quickly from displeasure into the semblance of a smirk.

He helped you up to your feet, without a word being said, as you apologized profusely.

Ivar’s gaze onto your back burned even more.

‘Sorry…’ it was all you could mumbled to finish your apology discourse, trying not to slur and slob onto him, since you definitely were salivating at the sight of the elegant way his forearm was shown by the soft white shirt he was wearing.

Designer, definitely.

‘… I’ll make an exception since you are a pretty girl’.

Here goes, her legs, they were jello.

And somehow his hand was still onto the small of your back.

‘Thank… thank you’.

‘Want to come up to the VIP section with me, gorgeous?’.

It didn’t seem a question.

And you honestly didn’t know what you should have done.

A hot bartender with the prettiest eyes had invited you to join him for a few drinks.

And then this hot stranger with that hypnotic smirk had asked you to go to the VIP section with him.

Well, 2021 had certainly its perks.

And your friends weren’t certainly among them.

‘(Y/N), c’mon!’ your friend joined by your side, stealing you effectively away from the handsome stranger, who tried to catch your attention, but once your friend effectively puked onto you, you were aware that you wouldn’t have had a chance anymore ‘… sorry… I think I drank too much’.

So, obviously, the one night you were living your YA fantasy, you got back home with puke onto your clothes.

That night, you had been too busy effectively dealing with the puke and your own terrible hangover to notice effectively that you had suddenly gained two new beauty marks.

Onto the small of your back and your own wrist.

Shaped like hands.

The sign of your soulmates.

Well, shit.

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‘Cute girl, too bad for her friends’ commented Roman, as Ivar polished the barstool, as an evident signal to his best friend ‘to get the fuck away’ ‘Maybe we’ll get more lucky next time’.

‘… I’ll get lucky, next time’.

‘Dream on, pretty boy’.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, SWEETIE!

#Ivar #Roman Godfrey #Ivar x Reader #Roman Godfrey x Reader #Ivar The Boneless

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Training Session **

Yes Daddy **

Over

Not Good Enough

Salty and Sweet

Feelings

The Truth

Part 2 **

It Takes Three **

Derek x Reader

I’ve Got You **

Stiles x Reader

I Like You **

Negan x Reader

Feelings

Daryl x Reader

First Fight

The Kiss

First Snowfall

Erudite to Dauntless **

Part 2 **

Rescued

Save Me **

The Confession

Mr. Creepy

The Viking and The Star

Part 2

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sprinklesandsugarcubes · 7 years

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Working on the second part of Sway, and the second part of Limerence tonight, most of which is from Troy's POV. I'm exciteddd. I've just been craving some Troy feels, okay?

Also, not going to lie, some Roman Godfrey ideas are creeping upon me. Any Godfrey Girls out there? I'm feeling disconnected from you guys!

There's also this Vikings work in my drafts I'm playing with again. Because...Ragnarsson's, of course. Those boys drive me crazy.

...send help.

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wristic · 7 years

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The Curse of Necromanteion

Pairing: Halfdan X Reader

Word Count: 1600

Warning: I feel like there is one but I can’t find it. Maybe I’m just getting ahead of myself.

Anonymous requested:

After time in a far off land, Halfdan returns with a wife unlike any other. Found in a strange place with a strange beauty to you, everyone can feel your presence crawling under their skin. Besides Halfdan himself, none are more enchanted than the heathen leader Ivar.

It had been a good year since he last saw England. As Halfdan looked over the boat’s edge, seeing the grey clouds over rolling hills made him a bit excited to return. The start of the Heathen Army, making history that day and still flipping the country on it’s head.

A hand wrapped around his forearm, a familiar scent blowing toward him as you leaned close. He looked down at you and you smiled. “What do you think?” he asked.

Looking at the beach and nothing but tall grass beyond it, you shrugged. Halfdan chuckled, supposing after the bright tropics you came from the near constant rolling gray would look dreary in comparison.

The sight of tents and boats caught his attention, a camp thick and spanning wide along the cliffs ridge. Halfdan turned around to the crew, calling for them to set for landing. They all roared in response but he caught you pulling his great cloak you stole closer, the chill winds still affecting you terribly. He grabbed the ends helping you wrap up a little tighter before pulling you by the shoulders into a kiss.

He couldn’t wait to show you off.

Halfdan knew the effects his wife had on people. You were suppose to only be his spoils of war, a curious beauty with an odd presence. With every intention to treat you no different from his past conquests, you somehow bewitched him that night, Halfdan unable to let you go to be sold with the rest. Bjorn had thought to make fun of him for his sudden infatuation until all words went slack, feeling that otherworldly chill that came with the very sight of you.

Rumors started quick with you by his side, all questioning what you were. A witch, a strange form of Draugr, a daughter of Hel, a vessel for ghosts and gods. You never denied any of the accusations, only smiled, a sharp knowing smile. It always sent a shiver through him to remember he found you in an eerie and quiet temple at the mouth of a cave, you and your few priests and priestesses shrouded in silky dark purple robes. Every man accepted their death with a content smile, every lady awaiting it like a blessing. Even in the foreign land it was unrecognizable from what he’d seen before, yet you never offered an explanation.

So when the masses cheered to see his portion of the army return, only to fall silent a little ways behind him, he smirked knowing you were close behind.

Still wishing to be layered in your dark clothes, you stood out harshly among the crowd of colors and pale sand. The regal walk of a queen yet the humble touch of a priestess. Halfdan couldn’t help glancing around at the warriors and slaves half turned heads trying to pretend you had no effect.

Hvitserk was the first to greet him, charging down from the table shared among the leaders into a competitive embrace of strength. Though the grip went prematurely loose when you were revealed behind him, having to take a minute as he stepped back to remember he was there to greet Halfdan.

“It is good to see you again. Has word reached you we started a kingdom here!?”

He kept trying to share with Halfdan but his eyes kept jumping back to you, who was being aloof and looking around past the staring masses to the rocky shores. Ubbe and Ivar began calling for him to join their feast, let his soldiers rest and mingle.

As he walked to their jovial faces you stayed directly behind. Something about remaining unseen was a habit of yours, one he couldn’t understand because the rest of your peoples women didn’t do it.

The Ragnarssons had hardened skin and features cut with maturity, the year at war having truly turned them into men, but they were smiling brightly, greatly having enjoyed the pillaging and profits. The small talk was cut short when Halfdan stood before them, you slipping out and swaying to sit but not before him.

It was like the two had forgotten to breathe, Ivar especially. Ubbe was looking all about you before breaking out of his stupor with a charming smile. “We heard some whispers you’d been married...”

But the youngest of the sons was shock still, wide eyed and mouth slack as he was utterly mystified by your image. Halfdan watched him with a smirk, trying not to laugh. He caught your wayward attention by pushing a stray hair behind your ear. Announcing your name you smiled, a hard breath misting from Ivar. “It had started with our own rumors of great wealth leading us to the mountains. We found no wealth, but I found her.”

Ubbe raised his cup, “A treasure all the same.” As his drink came down out of his view he caught Ivar staring blatantly. Spitting some of the mead at his brother it jolted him out being so rude to cursing and wiping his face down while Halfdan and Hvitserk laughed.

Instead of being furious Ivar caught you trying to cover up your giggling and he melted into a half smile.

Halfdan turned to you and began speaking in your language, shocking those around him not having thought he learned a new tongue while away. “I think that one might be in love with you already.”

You smacked his shoulder, “You say that about everyone!”

He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb down your lips, taunting them in a seductive way and causing you to smirk knowing he was just toying with those around him, “But his songs speak of how he loves and lusts for no woman, only the battle. I think that has earned a little vanity don’t you?” You rolled your eyes but he kissed you anyway. Moving to sit down with everyone, he further teased you, “He might ask to have you...”

“Oh? And will you answer as you always do?”

Halfdan sucked in a slow breath before taking a drink, “I don’t know that my brother would be too amused that I killed him. Besides, the boy does have a special place in my heart as well.”

Ivar sat up, clearly getting agitated, “Listen to you two sharing your secrets in broad daylight!”

Halfdan chuckled. “Forgive us. She is still learning the language. It is sometimes easier to just speak plainly with her.” He shot a mischievous look to you which you responded innocently. “So if you wish to ask her something, best to ask me first.”

It was a bit of a joke between you and him. You could understand perfectly fine and knew enough to keep a conversation, you just preferred people left you alone. In the meantime you got to act like a perfect little ditz and get away with things like stealing and making fun of people without them knowing.

Ivar looked around at his sailing crew still docking the beach, “And...what if I didn’t? What if I wanted to talk to her without you?” Ubbe growled warning at him but Ivar only smiled wickedly, enjoying his little game.

Halfdan smirked, “Well Ivar, I suppose I will have to kill you.”

“I never took you to be afraid of competition.” He motioned to himself glued to the chair, “Look at me Halfdan, what is there to be worried about?” The hurt look on his face only served to mock him more, both knowing full well Ivar wouldn’t still be alive if it wasn’t for his skills.

“Well...I suppose she will have to kill you then.” Halfdan took your hand for your attention, “Would you like that? Perhaps you can offer him to your dark god?”

“My god takes all without consequence or joy.” You bit into some of the chicken knowing it was going to be disappointingly flavorless. “Though he might be entertained by his daring.”

Ivar still didn’t like being left out of the conversation, Halfdan catching his glare as he turned back. “She says her god would enjoy your company.”

Ivar scoffed, “She thinks she can kill me?”

“Has she not already bewitched you?” He glanced around the table, “All of you?” While they looked to you, you had to distract yourself to keep from smiling. “I would say she is capable of plenty.”

Ubbe tilted his head in question but Ivar and Hvitserk kept watch on you, “So you know she bewitches all those around her, even you, and you are alright with it?”

“He makes a good point.” You chimed, sucking meat from under your thumb nail.

Halfdan snickered, “I do not mind at all. It is a lovely world to live in when she is yours.” The taunt didn’t go by Ivar, shifting his wondered gaze from you to glaring at Halfdan.

“I am starting to think you want me to fight you for her.”

Ubbe tried to intervene but Halfdan sat back with a smile. “It would be a good way to see how you have improved. If you have improved.” Ivar shook his head with a devilish smile. “And if one of us should die, I suppose they were not that good anyway.”

Ivar bit his lip in thought, glancing back at you before he rolled his eyes at Ubbe getting fretful, “Maybe we should celebrate first and then we can start the games hm?”

Halfdan broke out of his goading stare to smile and see you watching him with a chiding look.

“I warned you taking me would curse the world with great death.”

#Halfdan #halfdan imagine #halfdan x reader #ivar the boneless #ivar's heathen army #ivar imagine #vikings imagine #*Hacks through space and time and guts out the roman empire taking over and falling in favor of making the insert a Priestess of Hades*#what?#Ivar would totally be into goth chicks #nobody pays to have that much leather armor died black and not be into goth chicks #The Curse of Necromanteion #halfdan the black #knock it off with your 'peeing' races

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Writing round up

September 2022 - March 2023

Most recent round up

Previous writing round ups

💫💫💫Feb 2023 updates 💫💫💫

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🌸 = complete

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Complete (oneshots, fics, etc) 🌸

***See more at @artemiseamoon-updates (more than I can list here) ***

A lighthouse in the dark (triple frontier, Ofc, the boys)

Make it out alive (ft Frankie and Will, part of Frightfest) - triple frontier

After this is over (Calderoni, Slate, Walt &crew) - narcos mx

A hermits journey (Jax, brother omc fc Garrett h.) - Soa

Nocturna sanguine (my indulgent vamp fic based off an original short story of mine. Ofc fc is Kat Graham ft modern Ivar and Roman Godfrey)

Milk & Honey (werebear Bjorn x ofc | Vikings)

Flirting with Danger (narcos Mc Ramón x reader)

Milk & Honey (Werebear! Bjorn x ofc)

Under a Golden sun (ft Benny and ATJ as an omc)

Outshine the sun (extended) (Frankie x ofc ft. Benny)

The Barmaid & the Spaniard (Pero Tovar x plus! F reader)

Neptunium (vampire John Wick x f reader)

Wisteria & moonlight (ft my Ocs and werewolf Will miller and Benny miller)

Previously started & In progress 💜

Original

Damage control (see link below)

Triple frontier

Damage control (ft private security Frankie)

Every breath, every heartbeat (will x ex fiancé oc) ✋🏾tba

Sweet Melancholy 👋🏾 tba

Mayans

Have you even seen a vampire

Narcos

Sin (Miguel, Pacho, RC) ✋🏾 tba

Playing with Fire (Poison x f reader/Oc) ✋🏾 tba

My world and yours (Barron x ofc coming mid January) - ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Reflections in the mirror (April or May 2023) Javi x ofc ✋🏾

Ezra

Werewolf Ezra x huntress Nyx - queen of poisons

Marcus Moreno

Tell me no lies ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Pero Tovar

the terms of enchantment -✋🏾(May 2023)

Ricky Hauk

It’s all poetry (Ricky x ofc) 👋🏾 tba

Vikings

Untitled - King Harald ( his pov to this) -✋🏾tba

When night comes - incubus Ragnar -✋🏾tba

Deep in the woods, the Goatman lives Satyr Ubbe -✋🏾(May move yo Halloween)

New to my masterlist!

Ryan Corr

HOTD

Ser Harwin

Laena Velaryon

The Gray Man

The Sandman

Chris Hemsworth

On the road (movie Garret H.)

Maurice Compte

Chopping block, might get canceled

MCU - what comes next -✋🏾

Not canceled but not sure when I’ll start again

Some kind of blue (Thomas Shelby x ofc)

Writing celebrations, challenges

Frightfest -✋🏾

Writer Iron Chef 💜

Writer Wednesday ✋🏾

Other challenges

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Vikings x

Triple frontier /Soa crossover x

Finished fics & almost finished fics

🦋 remember

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mystic-shadows42 · 3 years

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Lost Footage

A/N: For story purposes, I’ve made up my own lore of Norse Mythology that’ll mix in with Hemlock Grove’s. It’s a bit all over but I just wanted to have fun with this one.

Pairing: Ivar Lothbrok (modern) x reader x Roman Godfrey

Warnings: Language, Insinuated violence, Death

The detective picked up the camera with some dried blood splattered on it. She had her gloves on and knew this camera had valuable proof on it. She took it out of the evidence bag and knew there’d be repercussions for tampering with it, but there had been a delay in the case that went on for far too long.

She knew there were crooked cops at her job but she’d deal with them on her own. She just wanted to find the missing woman. The camera felt heavy in her hands as she thought of what footage it would show.

It was likely the suspect/potential killer would be on here. She took a deep breath and prepared herself before pressing play.

*Camera makes a whirring sound. Footage cuts in and out but the audio starts to play.*

“Alright, alright tell me again what you just said.”

“Put that down. I don’t want this on camera.” Ivar tried hitting the camera but you backed up from his reach.

“Ivar come on. We’ll look back on this day and laugh about it,” you giggled.

“It’s not a joke, only to you it is.”

Ivar had a serious look on his face.

“Well tell it again, come on, please. I promise I won’t laugh.”

Ivar had an old tattered book that looked to be worn throughout the years. It definitely stuck out like a sore thumb with his other books. He opened it carefully along with other books strewn about on the kitchen table.

His hair was sticking up from the countless times he’d brushed his fingers through his hair trying to find whatever he was looking for. He hadn’t had any sleep from his latest obsession.

“Here.” He pointed at a page in the book with a shadowy figure of a monster with its mouth wide open with a set of ferocious-looking teeth. “It’s an Upir. A modern-day deity created either by Odin or Loki I’m not quite sure but they were placed on Earth to create disorder. They’re absolutely fascinating to learn about. These texts translated say that they feed off of the living for their blood. It’s said if you’re loyal to them they’ll reward you with whatever you desire.”

“What kind of reward do they give?”

“It varies, but in these texts it mentions immortality.”

“Why are you obsessed with this again? It’s all just lore.”

“Lore? Look!” He gestured to the various books on the table opened up to different pages. “How can this just be another lore when there are all these things just sitting here waiting for someone to connect all the pieces together. That’s just what this is. Solving all these pieces...and I’ve found it. I’ve found one.”

“You found a..what an Upir?”

“There were texts, numbers, and codes that made coordinates of the oldest living one.” Ivar looked at you with wide excited eyes. “He’s in Hemlock Grove.”

“Ivar,” you sighed. “Don’t you think you’re taking your study just a little too serious?”

He scrolled through one of his older books. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Alright, that’s enough of this.” You turned the camera down and turned it off.

*Next video plays*

You adjust the camera and face it towards you. “Alright, so Ivar is coming back from his trip today. His family is here. They want to surprise him but I don’t know how he’s going to take it. He doesn’t have the best relationship with them but how could I tell them no?” You sighed then looked out the window seeing a car dropping off Ivar.

“He’s here.”

You turned the camera and headed to the door. Ivar had a small smile on his face but it had faltered upon seeing you.

“Welcome back!” You hugged him then pulled back to get his reaction on film. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Of course I am.”

“Just letting you know, your family is here.”

At that, his face really fell. “What?”

“They wanted to see you. I didn’t know what to say.”

“I’ll get rid of them. They’re messing up my plans.”

“Plans? Plans for what?”

He didn’t answer you as he walked away heading to the door with his bags in hand. From inside you could already hear them arguing.

*Camera turns off. The next video plays. Catches Ivar mid-sentence*

“-and on my travels, I met a guy that knew so much and understood my interests. I told him about my research and when I told you about it, all he wanted to talk about was just you after that. I think he wants to meet you now.”

“Ivar, we don’t even know this man. I don’t know this all just sounds very strange to me.”

“I trust him.”

It was hard to argue with Ivar after that. He hardly interacted with anyone let alone trusts them. Some could say that Ivar is a recluse, but whenever he found something or someone interesting, he was all in.

*Next video*

You adjusted the camera so it was facing you. Through the lens, you could see you still had a smile on your face that was starting to hurt your cheeks.

“So I went out on my date with Roman, the guy Ivar was telling me about. He’s really good looking and he’s,” you pause smiling. “Charming. This is cheesy but there’s just something about him. When he smiles it just does something. He’s well respected where he’s from and he’s loaded. Not that that’s the reason for my going out with him. Money isn’t a problem but there was just something that bothered me a bit. Whenever we walked around town people got out of the way and avoided us completely. I don’t think Ivar would set me up with someone dangerous but it was just something that was...strange.”

*Next video*

Ivar entered your room holding your camera this time.

“Hey, I was looking for that. I still have to edit some of those videos.”

Ivar didn’t say anything. He simply placed the camera down on the dresser, propping it so it faced the both of you. He then laid his head down on your lap. It took you off guard for a moment.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know I love you right?” He gave you a sympathetic look with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Yes.”

“Do you love me?”

“Why would you ask that? Of course, I love you. You’re my best friend.”

“You’ve been sleeping over at Roman’s a lot.” You were concerned about how sad Ivar seemed to be. “Has he been fucking you?”

You were appalled at how quickly his mood changed.

“Ivar.”

He fisted his hand in the blanket.

“He’s taken over your thoughts and now he’s taken your body.”

“Ivar stop. It’s my life. You were the one that introduced him to me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You brushed your fingers through his hair to try and ease him. Ivar was always complicated. There were times you wanted to be angry with him but he was different. Being angry back at Ivar wouldn’t solve anything so you always resorted to comforting him instead.

After a while, you reached for the camera but Ivar stopped you.

“No. Leave it on. I want to remember us just like this.”

“We’ll have many more nights just like this.”

You took your hand off the camera and returned to brushing his hair. He was quiet the rest of the night and didn’t say a word. He just rested and held you close to him.

*Next Video*

“Why’d you want me to bring my camera again?” You asked Roman as you panned it towards him as you both kept walking.

He looked directly into the camera and smiled.

“I don’t want you to miss anything. You could miss something extraordinary if you’re not prepared for it.”

“You’re acting like we’re about to witness something you’re expecting to happen.”

Roman turned to you and smiled a bit.

“Something like that.”

You and Roman had been walking for what seemed like forever in the middle of nowhere. It was dark and not a single animal or insect made a sound. It was deathly still.

It made you a little uneasy, to be honest.

He brought you inside an abandoned warehouse and led you to what seemed to be the middle of the building. There was a big hole in the middle and it was filled with water.

The strange thing about it was that there was no debris in it. The whole thing was just out of place.

“What is this place?”

“Just somewhere I enjoy being.”

“What’s with the pool of water?”

“It’s sacred. It’s amazing what comes out of it. Things unimaginable. Something the human mind wouldn’t understand.”

You gave out a nervous chuckle. “What are you talking about?”

Roman bent down and touched the water and the unusual thing was that it didn’t ripple like water would when touched.

“Your worst nightmares come out of here and become my children. Mine to command. All it requires is blood. A sacrifice”

Roman looked up at you when he mentioned the last part.

“You’re being weird Roman. I wanna go home.”

You turned around quickly and saw another figure approaching. When the person came into view you were surprised to see that it was Ivar.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in disbelief.

Ivar kneeled down and bowed his head much to your confusion. You tried helping him up so you both could get out of there but he just hit the camera out of your hands. The camera started to cut in and out after that.

It was dark in the building besides the glowing water. You reached for the camera and found Ivar still kneeling.

“I offer her to you. A sacrifice of my greatest friend and the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

“All this for power. Is that still what you wish for? To become one of my children of the night?”

Now you turned your confused look towards Roman. The whole thing seemed to be some sort of setup. Was this a joke? Did they think this was funny?

Ivar looked up at Roman and nodded his head while having a tear falling down his cheek.

“What the fucks going on?”

Ivar looked over to you and smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry.”

You panned the camera over to Roman wondering what was going on. The camera began to buzz hitting an unknown frequency. The light from the water reflected off of Roman’s face perfectly. He looked towards you and smiled sadistically.

*Camera cuts off then skips with a whirring sound. The last image it shows is the once pristine pool of water filled with blood.*

The detective pushes herself away from the camera and covers her mouth. She knew the presumed missing woman on the video was dead.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to have suspected Roman Godfrey. He was the richest man in Hemlock Grove. He struck fear in people for reasons unknown.

The camera flickered and someone in the video picked it up. She grabbed the camera and held it in her hands to see who it was.

Roman’s face appeared. He had blood dripping down his mouth. He smiled and wiped the blood from his face.

“Detective. I have no doubt that you found this about now. You should’ve left it alone. You out of towners really don’t know you get into when you enter Hemlock do you? Why don’t you turn around detective and I’ll show you what I really am.”

It was at that moment that she felt a looming presence behind her. She felt fear like never before. She couldn’t move. She whimpered when he put his hands on her shoulders.

She looked with wide frightened eyes when she noticed that this wasn’t human. Their fingers were extended and they had sharp claws at the ends.

“Good girl. If you were to see my true form then I would’ve killed you.” He traced the side of her neck with his sharp claws and drew blood in its wake. “You’re going to dispose of the camera right?” She whimpered but nodded when she couldn’t form words. “Good. I can’t have Ivar remembering who she was to him. There can be no love in creatures like us.”

She closed her eyes and felt her tears streaming down her face then his presence was gone just as quickly as he had come.

It was quite clear what she was to do next. She smashed the camera to pieces and even burned it just to be sure.

She never wanted to see or have anything to do with Roman Godfrey again.

#Ivar #Ivar Lothbrok #Ivar x reader #Ivar x reader x roman #Ivar Lothbrok x reader x Roman Godfrey #Roman Godfrey #Roman Godrey x reader #Vikings #Hemlock Grove #Ivar Imagine #Roman Godfrey Imagine

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shoot-the-oneshot · 4 years

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runesandmoons · 2 years

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Stranger Things

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bonniebird · 4 years

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Roman x Reader x Ivar

Requested by @walkxthexmoon

Halloween 2020 Masterlist

Halloween 2020 event rules

Halloween Prompt list

As soon as you shut the front door on your friend and turned to the men on the sofa your smile faded. “This is a very bad idea.” Ivar muttered as he pushed himself up. Leaning on his crutch he moved away to the apartment balcony.

“I think it went well.” You defended and Roman scoffed.

“Your friend found out that we kill people.” Roman pointed out with a condescending tone and you shrugged.

“Yes but she believes it’s for you know. A magical religious calling. So I don’t think she’ll tell the cops.” You said quickly.

“If she realizes that we’re killing people for food and not for God, she might not like us anymore.” Ivar pointed out as he leant in the doorway of the balcony.

“We just… won't tell her.” You said hopefully.

“What if she tells her father, who is a cop?” Roman asked and you frowned.

“Maybe… we’ll just deal with it if it happens.” You offered up hopefully.

“You know if you could just drink the blood we’d be set.” Ivar grumbled at Roman who scoffed.

“Well excuse me we weren’t all raised by vampiric royalty.” Roman responded sarcastically.

“If he keeps upsetting me I’ll bite him.” Ivar snapped and bared his fangs.

“Really? Inside? I just cleaned up the last mess and I think the flooring man is getting suspicious. There’s only so many red liquids I can say we ruined the floor with before he figures it out.” You complained as Ivar went back to leaning on the balcony railing.

#roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson x reader #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless x reader #bonniebird #halloween2020 #halloween 2020

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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Requested by @walkxthexmoon

“ My last one i promise. Could you please write number 44+46 from the smut list with both our men Roman and ivar pretty please?”

(A/N): Bear with me guys,

I didn’t only pubblish the wrong ask, but guess what... TUMBLR DIDN’T SHOW IT UP IN MY TAGS (which is funny because like yesterday it DID SHOW UP IN MY TAGS... what the actual fuck Tumblr) (this is the main reason why I am honestly closing my asks, I can’t... I can’t do this shit anymore).

WARNIGS: Swinger Party, Pubblic Sex, Mention of Teasing and DDLG Relationships.

When your lovers had suggested the party you hadn’t thought much of it.

Your naïve and innocent self certainly not realizing that what they had truly meant was that it was a ‘swinger party’, till a few days into after their proposal, when lavish pieces of lingerie had started being brought to your doorstep, with the order of wearing them on Saturday night.

And finally your innocent brain finally managed to realize what you had gotten yourself into.

But it excited you, since although you knew how possessive those two could be, you had always been curious about the feeling of somebody else’s eyes on your skin, meanwhile you did the dirty.

And the way the boys had worshipped you thoroughly the whole time with gifts and soft messages had only ignited the flames between your legs and when they came to take you out that night, in their elegant suits you were already wet, a small surprise hidden between your legs for them.

“… are you ready?” asked softly Ivar, as he moved to come and get your coat from your hands, adjusting it open on your shoulders, draping it elegantly, as he knew all too well about the breezy air outside, but certainly he enjoyed the sight of your elegant dress

Roman’s wolf whistled at you as you bowed softly your head, meanwhile he put a protective hand on your waist, eventually getting something out of his back, a little reddish mask, resembling a firebird, since you weren’t supposed to be recognized, although everybody surely knew who was who, under their masks.

But they knew better than to speak out.

“… here is your invite, miss” joked Roman, then proceeding to adjust the mask over your face, attentive at not tightening it too much to ruin your hairstyle, meanwhile Ivar adjusted his, a black wolf-shaped one with silver inserts that brought attention to his elegant face

Roman then did the same with his, slightly resembling a reptile, the accent this time having small details of gold that were probably not simply glittering dust, but pure gold.

“Are we all ready?” you said, as you slipped inside the private car, the driver immediately knowing to roll on the partition.

“Are you, little fox?” spoke softly Roman, as he moved close enough to swing an arm over your shoulder, whispering straight up in your ears.

He lightly followed the cold trail of your pendant earrings, making goosebumps appear on your neck, meanwhile Ivar’s wandering hand palmed you roughly over the fabric of your dress, making you smirk at his eagerness.

“Do you remember the rules?” asked instead Ivar, as he pointed out every passing minute with his hand raising higher over your knee, eventually getting closer to where you wanted him.

“Of course, sir” you addressed him, exposing your glittering diamond necklace, a combined gift of Roman and Ivar and some kind of elegant alternative for a collar, since they both thought they were all quite tacky, even more to show off at galas.

Their pets deserved better than rubber and spikes.

And you never forgot to wear it on special occasions.

And thank them for it.

“Then repeat them, little girl…” muttered Roman, as his cold fingers lightly dipped further down, till they were right on top of your cleavage “… for your daddies”.

“First of all, whenever I am uncomfortable I just have to tell the special world” you muttered, a bit annoyed but knowing all too well that they were doing this to make sure that you knew that you could back out at any given time and behaved yourself in a way that wouldn’t have put you at risk.

“… which is?” teased you Ivar, his hand finally slipping under the fabric of your sheer dress.

“… ‘Emma’ “ your favorite Jane Austen book, since it had been the first thing that had ever come up in your mind, feeling both familiar and both something that couldn’t be mistaken.

“Go on, little one” pushed you forward Roman, as his fingers entered your dress, gently moving down the valley of your chest.

“… and then I don’t have to speak unless my daddies allow me to” Ivar’s hand was quite distracting on your thigh, but you didn’t let it ruin your focus “… don’t let others touch you, unless your daddies allow you to”.

“The final one, now” ordered almost growling Roman, as his lips finally touched your cheeks, such a chaste gesture that utterly contrasted with the sinful way they were bullying your body in a relaxed seduction “… you are doing so amazingly good, baby”.

“Even if daddies allow me to have…” your headstate made you blush lightly at the words that escaped your lips, although you shamelessly moved to thrust into their movements, Ivar’s hand finally reaching the surprise you had prepared for both of them “… sex with others, they are the only ones I’ll go back with tonight”.

And then Ivar’s hands brushed against your completely naked folds, and although you moaned in pure satisfaction, Ivar’s eyes shone at first with delight and then annoyed satisfaction in them and he shot a quick look at Roman stopping from properly taking one of your breasts in his big hands.

“… what has the little minx done, now?” asked Roman tightly, knowing all too well what that look from Ivar truly meant.

“She didn’t wear her panties” commented Ivar, as his hands, caressed gently your folds, before he soundly slapped them, making you feel thoroughly surprised and you squealed loudly, almost in protest, stopped by Roman tightly wrapping his hand around your face to block you “… I wonder if she just forgot, or if she is simply a whore”.

“Definitely the second” commented loudly Roman, lightly loosening the grip on your face, enough for you to protest loudly.

“… I am not a whore, daddy!” it was loud enough that it earned another slap and again Roman’s hands tightly brought you to face his rageful eyes again, as Ivar enjoyed prying his hand away from you, knowing that the worst torture for you would be being held between the height of pleasure and the nothingness of teasing.

“No, you fucking are” retorted Roman, without the need to raise his voice "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into”

"Why don't you show me then?" you retorted, knowing that teasing them, being a brat was part of their favorite play, but soon you were turned to Ivar, Roman letting you go completely, as you already felt pain at the loss of his touch.

“… if you keep up this rude attitude, we’ll turn around and punish you at home” explained loudly Ivar, his severe blue eyes shocking you and you immediately shook your head, not wanting the fun to end up quickly.

“No please, daddies!” you pleaded desperately at first facing Ivar and then Roman as they slouched off on their seats, enjoying your cries and pleads, your silly excuses and the pretty way you looked “… I swear I didn’t… I am a silly girl… I just wanted to play…”.

“We all agree on the fact that you are indeed a silly girl…” commented Ivar.

“… and just because of that, and if you promise not to be a brat, we’ll allow a bit more of playing” finished Roman, leaning down for a soft kiss, to reassure you, hating to see you in tears, although you were always so pretty and adorable.

“… oh, thank you! Thank you, daddy!” you immediately throwed your hands around Roman’s body, making him smirk softly, meanwhile Ivar complained loudly about not receiving an hug, and you rushed to give him one “… to you both”.

The rest of the car ride was silent, spent in a giggly silence, as both your daddies took turns telling you silly thoughts and crazy ideas, and most importantly letting you know how much you’d enjoy everything.

‘Have you brought any other girls, there, before me?’ you asked, a bit jealous, as they both teased you for it, but answered negatively.

‘… do you think that girls even followed after Roman?’ teased him Ivar, as he moved to lower lightly one of the thin straps of your dress, to kiss the soft skin there.

‘Talk for yourself, Boneless’ shot back Roman as they faked a fight, solely for you to break them apart to get you to giggle loudly at them being extra.

But soon you were to the place, a rather antique villa, still anonymous enough that you were surprised the purpose for which it was used, but loved the whole aesthetic, and the insides were even better, completely matching a royal castle with marble colons and golden details.

A few guests were already around in the main room, ‘the one for chatting’, explained your daddies, but on the first floor, surrounded by a circular intern balcony there were private rooms and communal rooms, the keys to two being handed to you as you checked in.

The clerk who took your coats, shot you a quick look, his lips quirked up in a knowing look and you blushed, more than glad to hide your blushy face in Ivar’s chest.

His hands coming around you to shield you and protect you.

Since you were gaining quite the attention, from your entrance.

‘… do they have to look at her like that?’ mumbled annoyedly Ivar, meanwhile Roman chuckled, kissing softly your forehead, to stake his claim ‘… fuck, we know she is a pretty thing, but she is ours’.

The world ‘ours’ echoed in your stomach as you could feel the butterflies literally moving in your stomach.

“Don’t be grumpy, Ivar” reprimanded him Roman, as he gripped one of your hand in his, leading you through the crowd of people, the gazes being the only thing that set on your body, at least till you reached half of length of the room…

… and then the ‘come on’s started.

A couple, a beautiful black woman and a younger white man, tried it first.

The woman immediately went to kiss your cheeks something that made you blush as you checked in with your daddies, their angry gaze being on the girl and not on you.

‘… interested into discovering something else?’ she asked you, meanwhile the beautiful man with her, looked at both Roman and Ivar adoringly, making you huff lightly.

‘Sorry’ had retorted Ivar, keeping his most elegant tone, although you could feel he was straining against the rude opinion he was about to give ‘We are still browsing’.

And the woman backed off, although she commented ‘what a shame’ and you sent her a small smirk, blowing her a kiss, as she laughed loudly, moving forward with her boy to whom you showed your tongue.

Both Ivar and Roman laughed at that.

You had different people coming at you, but eventually you decided to simply settle up for a communal room, since you felt a bit too attached to both of your daddies, not fully wanting to share them yet.

And neither they.

And in the end, you moved to the communal room you had been assigned to, holding Roman’s and Ivar’s usual guests, the one they felt more comfortable with.

And before you went in, they both reminded you that you had to just what you felt comfortable with, alongside just having to say that word in case you wanted to move away.

‘You say the word and no matter what, no matter who…’ explained softly Ivar ‘… we go back home and watch Netflix with a huge amount of ice cream’.

‘… you have been already an amazing girl’ added Roman ‘… even if you aren’t wearing panties, little slut’.

You giggled at his comment, but nodded at their sweet worries, glad to have such professional doms, that loved you and cherished you.

As if you were their most important belonging.

Inside the room the situation hadn’t started boiling up, yet, the center of the circle, the part where all the toys were displayed alongside with a big bed, was already full of people touching each other.

Two couples for instance stood out, two males touching each other eagerly as two girls, who looked like their girls, exchanged a bit of champagne.

A flute of it was soon in your hand, as you looked around, finding another three couples doing the same, and you couldn’t help but look attentively at the women, comparing yourself with them, till a blonde one, that you had been worried from the start, came at you, and before you even knew what to do, she kissed you on your lips.

She giggled as you pushed away lightly from the kiss, nervously matching her laugh, as both Roman and Ivar sent her a reprimanding look, but the girl certainly didn’t back off, and you had to admit that you hadn’t completely hated the kiss.

It had just been a bit too sudden.

And you didn’t even know her name.

Although you were sure she wouldn’t have given you her true one.

Had you been asked, Roman and Ivar had instructed you to answer with ‘Catherina Morland’, as the main character of ‘Northanger Abbey’.

“Mor” reprimanded her teasingly Roman “… she is new, don’t scare her”.

“I can’t believe that you kept this little jewel to yourself all this time” muttered heavily the blonde woman, completely ignoring Ivar’s murderous gaze “… will she join us or is she only here to look?”.

“It depends” muttered Roman, being the more polite one “… she chooses”.

“Then, sweetheart…” and now Mor’s light gaze was set on you, as she took your hands in hers, almost as if you were nothing but a couple of besties “… I do hope you’ll choose to act, because you are too pretty to stand on the sidelines”.

Mor’s flirtatious nature had certainly dissipated the nervousness in your head, although you knew that both your lovers had decided that they’ll act in only if you allowed them, giving you the same power over them that you gave them over him).

“… I’ll think about it” you promised, and Mor left you with a lascivious look, her body swaying to the bed, where the two men were slowly undressing themselves and both the women were topless, touching and teasing each other, through brushing their perky nipples together.

Their moans were so pretty that your arousal could accompany the atmosphere around the room.

And soon you were red-cheeked but not for the warmth or embarrass.

But because you wanted some relief.

And Roman and Ivar were more than happy to comply it.

And soon Roman’s hands were the ones teasing your tight hole, meanwhile Ivar’s hands lightly pushed down the upper part of your dress showing him your naked nipples, as he took one immediately in his mouth, the sudden gestures, making you moan out loud and soon you felt everybody’s eyes on you.

And a strange kind of shyness settled on you.

But it did not make you stop.

"They're gonna hear us” it was your last attempt at resistance.

"Then I guess you better be quiet” they both uttered at the same time making a shiver go down your spine and as Mor’s light gaze moved on you, you didn’t deflect it.

You just held it.

And smiled.

You were definitely enjoying all the attention.

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