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You know we’re just friends, right? (Neteyam x Metkayina!reader)

Summary: You have been raised your whole life to be the Tsahìk to Anoung’s olo’eyktan, but the arrival of the Sullys and the war that follows them might change that

Warnings: a lot of crying, depictions of blood and injuries, angst, a little bit of fluff, you know when you have one scene in mind and then everything else is unclear? This is that, sorry. If you see anything else that should be put in the warnings, let me know :)

Word count: 4.3k

Italics mean flashback

You had spent the whole day in the tent learning the tsahìk ways from Ronal as she was confident you were going to become Anoung’s mate when both of you came of age, so she had been preparing you to become tsahìk when he becomes olo’eyktan of the metkayina people. You loved learning from Ronal and her healing capabilities were ones that you could only hope to achieve one day, but you weren’t so sure that you would become Anoung’s mate.

Even though na’vi believed in true pairings it was not rare for young children to be encouraged to be together, your mother and Ronal were close as they grew up and when Anoung and you were born only a few months apart, they knew they would do everything they could to help you become true mates. And it worked, Anoung was by far the na’vi you were closest to in the whole village, but the truth was you did not see him in a romantic light whatsoever He was your family, especially after your parents died. You actually had a conversation with him about that lack of attraction to each other.

You were swimming on the special waterfall that you always visited with Anoung when either of you found yourselves under any sort of stress. You had immediately jumped in the water with a gleeful squeal but he had just sat on a nearby rock and watched as you splashed around. You noticed his troubled face and decided to approach him.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked as you sat next to him and nudged him with your shoulder.

“It’s just…” he trailed off, looking forward and messing with his arm cuff.

You watched as he took it off and started going through the beads in between his hands as he always did when he got nervous. After watching him go through the beads for the fifth time you decided it was the moment to give him a little push to talk about what was bothering him. You slid your hand between his and leaned your head to rest on the side of his arm and felt his shoulders become tense.

“Hey” you spoke softly “seriously, what’s bothering you?”

“I’m going to be of age very soon” he paused and you could feel him mouthing like a fish trying to find his next words “…and so are you”

“Yeah” you responded absentmindedly, watching as he started playing with your fingers instead of the beads.

“And you know my mother is expecting us to make a very big and important announcement, of us being-“

“Mates” you interrupted him and sat up to be able to look him in the eyes “yeah, I know”

“We could wait to announce anything if you’re not feeling ready for that, I know it’s a lot and we have never really discussed it, but everyone knows both our mothers had this mapped out for us pretty much since we were born” he paused and took a deep breath “I just wanted to know how you feel about this” he gestured between you two.

“Well, you know you are my best friend and my favorite na’vi in the whole village” you began “but I just don’t see us as potential mates”

“Do you see yourself with anyone else?” He asked quietly.

“Not really” and then it clicked “do you?”

“I’m sorry” is all he says and sighs “I know how hard you have worked your whole life to become tsahìk”

“Let’s not make this about my role in the village and focus on who has you rethinking your future” you shove him playfully “I bet is Swiya,” you say in a sing-song voice and watch the way he turns to look at you wide-eyed.

“How do know that?!”

“We have been glued at the hip since we were born, I know you better than you know yourself, and I see the way you look at her at the village reunions” you tease.

“And you don’t mind that I like someone else?” He asks concerned.

Then you proceeded to explain how happy you were that he could have someone by his side that he truly loved, the way lovers should, and agreed to keep it under wraps until he was ready to announce to his parents that he was taking Swiya as his mate instead of you.

“Mother! Outsiders have arrived in our village!” Tsireya yelled as she entered the tent, startling both Ronal and you with her sudden appearance.

Ronal ran out with Tsireya and you on tow to where Tonowari was talking to a group of different-looking na’vi. Their skin was dark blue and their limbs looked thin and long, also their eyes were yellow and green instead of the light blue that the metkayina people sported.

You heard as they explained they needed refuge and had to flee from their home, running away from the sky people who were prosecuting Jake Sully, the Toruk Makto and former olo’eyktan of the omatikaya people. While Ronal spoke against letting them stay in your village, you noticed a young na’vi around your age standing behind Jake Sully with another two na’vi that looked to be a little younger than him. You did not even realize you had been staring at him until he looked up in your direction and you made eye contact, you felt your heart beating wildly in your chest and neither of you broke eye contact until everyone around you started moving and Anoung shoved you lightly to get you to move out of his way.

“Seriously? That scrawny forest guy? And here I thought you had standards” He said to you with a teasing smile.

“Shut up” You shoved him back.

Anoung, Tsireya, and you were waiting for the Sully kids to get to the beach for the ‘adaptation lessons’ that Tonowari had asked for. Well, Tsireya and you were already swimming but Anoung was distracted because he was talking to Swiya on the path that lead to where you were swimming.

“Are you okay with what’s happening there?” Tsireya asked you and gestured towards the soon-to-be couple.

“Of course, your brother deserves to be happy, and Swiya is a great girl and will make an amazing tsahìk for the village”

“You are supposed to be the tsahìk of our village when mom passes the role down”

“Look, Anoung talked to me about his feelings for her and I don’t have any feelings for him, never had” at Tsireya’s stunned face you continued “we have always known what was expected of us, but mating before Eywa is not something you do out of commitment, you have to love your mate in every way possible”

“That’s…true” she sighed “I just wish you would’ve told me, I’ve been death glaring at her for the longest time” She hid her embarrassed face behind her hands.

“I’m sorry,” you said between giggles “Please be nice to her, she will be your sister soon”

Tsireya started laughing loudly alongside you while you both tried to keep afloat as laughter invaded you. Suddenly a splash in the water startled you both and out of nowhere, you felt someone’s tail grazing the back of your knee. You quickly spun around only to find the oldest Sully boy floating next to you.

“I did not get a chance to introduce myself earlier” he began as he switched positions to be more vertical in the water so he could face you and he extended his hand towards you “I’m Neteyam”

You shook his hand and quietly told him your name.

(Time jump brought to you by Peggy, my pet rabbit)

You watched hopelessly as blood filled your hands, your ilu swimming as desperately as you were feeling. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears and you could faintly hear yourself yelling.

“Please Eywa! Please, great mother! Not him”

Soon you had reached the shore and you dragged Neteyam’s body with strength that you didn’t even know you had, you placed him on a mat on the floor of the tent and started running around gathering supplies. You grabbed the ingredients to the special paste to stop bleeding and furiously mashed them together in a bowl. The paste was not the pristine white color it should be because the blood on your hands had tainted the ingredients, but you didn’t pay attention to that, you just focused on getting it done because you were running out of time. As soon as everything was incorporated you jumped to put a thick layer over the wounds he had on his chest and back, the application wasn’t pretty but the result was fast, blood seemed to have stopped pouring out of his body, but he still looked pale and his skin was cold as ice. Slowly, you laid your head on his chest and started sobbing once you heard the faint sound of his heartbeat.

“Thank you, great mother”

You had no idea how long you had been in that position, but you listened to each and every beat of Neteyam’s heart. Your breath got caught in your throat when you felt like it was taking too long between beats. You were so focused on the sounds that feeling Anoung’s hand on your shoulder made you jump.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” he apologized quietly “You’re hurt” he pointed out.

At that moment you realized that you were bleeding from the side of your torso, the floor below you already displaying a small puddle of your blood. The sight brought you back to Neteyam’s heavily bleeding form when you had dragged him from the rock onto your ilu’s back and then from the shore to the tent. You looked down at your hands and instantly knew that the blood that coated them was his, not yours, and you started sobbing again. Anoung bent down and grabbed you like a baby, lifting you off the floor so he could place you where his mother could tend to your wound.

“No! I can’t leave him!” you screamed and tried to wiggle your body out of his hold, ignoring the sharp pain than came from your side.

Suddenly, Neytiri’s face appeared in your vision and she pressed her forehead with yours.

“I got him” she whispered “You did good, now go take care of yourself and I’ll be here with my son”

Her words calmed you enough to let yourself be carried by Anoung to a nearby mat on the ground, he knew better than to take you out of the tent. He placed you down and it was then that you saw the whole picture. The dark red color of the mat where Neteyam was laying and the trail that lead to it, showed the path that you had dragged him through, and the smaller but brighter puddle of blood where you had been sitting. Soft touches on your shoulders took you out of your musings and you looked up to see Tsireya looking down at you with worry as she pushed you to lay on your back. Ronal quickly got to work on cleaning your wound and stopping your bleeding.

You didn’t notice when she was done, your eyes had never left Neteyam’s body. You sat down on the mat and just kept looking at him, paying attention to every rise and fall of his chest, the proof that he was still alive. After a while, it was just Neytiri, Tsireya, Lo’ak and you watching over Neteyam, expecting him to wake up at any moment. Later, Jake managed to convince Neytiri and Lo’ak of leaving for the night to rest, the day had been rough for all of them. Tsireya then took a seat next to you until Anoung got there saying he would stay with you both until morning and sent her to bed.

Time passed as a blur and soon you came to realize that 2 eclipses had happened and you hadn’t slept nor eaten even a bit. You were barely aware of Ronal changing your dressings but you were acutely aware of how many times she had tended to Neteyam’s wounds. Anoung and Tsireya had tried convincing you to sleep or eat, promising to keep a close watch on Neteyam while you did so, but you refused because you didn’t feel tired or hungry.

It was just you and Neytiri in the tent when Neteyam opened his eyes for the first time after almost 3 days.

“Ma Jake!” She screamed, Jake Sully was just outside with his younger son “He’s awake!”

Both males entered the tent in a hurry and were elated to be received by Neteyam’s confused gaze while he was wrapped in his mother’s embrace, hesitantly hugging her back. Ronal and Anoung had heard the commotion and also ran inside the tent, the tsahìk immediately going to asses the boy’s condition now that he was awake. Anoung chose to go to you instead, knowing you needed some support.

“Hey,” he said softly to you, your breathing was fast and shallow and you were pinching your arm as if you were checking it was not a dream.

Anoung took you in his arms and gently placed you on his lap. He started rocking back and forwards as if you were a child and pressed his lips on your temple while whispering to you.

“It’s okay, he’s okay, you’re awake”

“H-he’s o-o-okay” you were stuttering between gasping breaths.

“He is, look at him” Anoung pointed his chin towards where the eldest Sully child was being checked over by Ronal under the watchful eyes of his family.

“He is okay” you sighed “He’s alive” your voice cracked and when Anoung looked down at you, you had tears running down your cheeks.

You kept repeating both phrases under your breath until the sleep deprivation caught up with you in a sudden wave of exhaustion, and soon you went limp in your best friend’s arms. Anoung placed a hurried hand under your nose and once he had verified you were breathing, we placed you back on the mat and laid a soft blanket over your so you could rest. When he stood up and turned around he saw Neytiri looking at you fondly.

“Finally, it was time she could get some rest,” she said with a small smile, she was running her fingers through her firstborn’s hair as he too had fallen back asleep.

“My poor, sweet child,” said Ronal “finally both of them can get some well-deserved rest, and so can we” she sighed and ran a hand over her bump.

Both Neteyam and you slept until the next morning, when he woke up he heard some quiet giggles and saw his brother and Tsireya whispering with each other while they ate some fruit. He sat up with some difficulty and could not help the groan that left his mouth, which alerted the happy couple.

“Bro! Be careful” Lo’ak hurried to him and helped him sit up.

“Okay! I’m fine, let go of me” he shoved his little brother weakly when he was fully sat up, Lo’ak just rolled his eyes and went back to sit next to Tsireya.

“Hey, skxawng! Come over here and eat something” Lo’ak called to him and Tsireya frowned a little at his choice of words.

“Mother did say we needed to get you moving as soon as possible because that will speed up your recovery” she clarified with a softer tone.

“How fast does she want it to be? It has been less than a day since I got shot” he grumbled and slowly crawled to where his brother was, he didn’t feel like standing.

“Dude, you were unconscious for almost three days,” Lo’ak said as he, once again, placed a supporting hand on his back and helped him sit up.

“It’s not time for pranks, bro” Neteyam grunted as he found a comfortable position.

“He’s not joking” Tsireya looked at him with sad eyes.

Before he could respond Anoung entered the tent and without even throwing a glance at them, went straight to the other corner where someone was laying on a mat. Neteyam’s heart skipped a beat and his mouth went dry when he noticed it was you laying on that mat. Your braids were messy and unkempt, your lips looked dry and like you had chewed on them to the point of making them bleed, and your closed eyes were wet as if you had cried in your sleep. He felt a pang of jealousy when he saw Anoung pulling the cover over your shoulder and sitting down next to you. The metkayina boy probably felt his stare because he looked Neteyam right in the eye and said.

“What are you looking at, tree boy?”

Neteyam huffed and didn’t say anything, opting instead to eat and drink what was offered to him by his brother. They all ate in silence until you started whimpering in your sleep and all turned to look at you with concern. Anoung started running his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner but your whimpering continued and you started mumbling in your sleep.

“Please mother,” you said “not him” tears were flowing down your eyes.

“It’s the third time she has done this” Tsireya whispered sadly.

“Why didn’t you guys wake her up?” Asked Neteyam.

“It’s the most sleep she has gotten in the last three days, it would be worse to wake her up” his brother explained.

“Okay that’s enough, I can’t let her suffer like this” Anoung suddenly placed his arms under you and lifted you onto his lap, effectively making you wake up with a startled gasp.

“Dude! You could’ve been a little more gentle” Neteyam scolded when he saw you looking frantically around you, completely disoriented.

“‘Teyam?” You looked at him with wide eyes, you jumped from your best friend’s lap and ran to the Sully boy’s side.

“Woah, slow down” Lo’ak managed to stand and grab your waist before you face-planted in front of them and helped you sit next to his older brother.

“You’re okay” you squished his face between your hands “How are you feeling? Does it hurt? Do you remember what happened to you? Do you know your name? How many fingers am I holding up?” You asked everything in quick succession and finished by holding your entire hand in front of Neteyam’s face.

“I’m okay, a little, yes, Neteyam, four” he answered all of your questions with a small smile and grabbed your hand that was in front of his face so he could look into your eyes “are you okay? Why are you here as well?”

At that very moment, you realized that you and Neteyam were not together, he was not your boyfriend and he would definitely be weirded out if he knew how you had behaved since his injury. A deep blush covered you from your neck until the tip of your ears and you looked back to Anoung, who was now seated next to Tsireya eating and biting into some fruit, he saw your panicked face and went into life-saving mode.

“She was shot” he deadpanned.

“Okay…” Neteyam trailed off while giving a dirty look to Anoung before turning back to you “And why is it that you did not sleep for three days after that?”

Oh boy, he’s clueless. You saw Tsireya opening her eyes wide and looking at you like she could not believe he had not tied his unconsciousness to your restlessness. You were again out of words, mouthing like a fish and looking with a panicked expression at your best friend.

“She was in pain, stop bothering her,” Anoung said and then continued to eat his fruit.

“I’m sorry” Neteyam apologized and turned away from you.

The five of you sat and ate the rest of what was in the bowls and just as you were finishing your third glass of water, Ronal walked into the tent followed by Kiri and Tuk. The sisters launched themselves to Neteyam and hugged the life out of him, and his face was one of pure joy at being surrounded by his family. Ronal instead gestured for you to go to the other side of the room so she could change your bandages.

“How was your night, my sweet girl?” She asked as she softly applied ointment on your healing wound.

“I had nightmares,” you said “about that night” you watched as she pressed the dressing on your torso.

“It will be a while before any of us can get over that night” she was sitting behind you now, redoing your braids “I promised you mother I would protect you but when I saw you bleeding on that mat…” she trailed off.

“I’m okay now, well on my way to okay” you made a vague gesture towards your wound.

“Anoung talked to me,” she said suddenly after a few moments of comfortable silence.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Don’t be, he’s happy with her and I know that you found your perfect match as well” she tilted her chin to where Neteyam was seating surrounded by his whole family, laughing at some silly thing Tuk was saying.

“Hey, got room for one more?” Asked Tsireya approaching Ronal and you.

“Of course, honey, come here” she patted the spot next to her “I’ll do your hair next”

“Thank you mama” Tsireya smiled brilliantly at her mother.

The day went by with family in the tent, and by the end of it, both you and Neteyam seemed okay to go home. Neteyam went to his family’s place supported by his dad and brother and you went with Anoung and Tsireya to their family home. You lived alone, having never moved to a different location after your parents passing, but Ronal forbid you from going back home until you were fully healed. You spent almost 5 days pretty much bedridden because the wound on your abdomen refused to fully close and Ronal instructed her children to not let you near the ocean until she determined it was safe for you.

Not too far, Neteyam was facing similar issues with his family. They refused to let him out of their sight, Neytiri watched his every move and if she saw the smallest grimace of pain she would be over him in seconds. He was going crazy after the fifth day and on the morning of the sixth day when he saw Lo’ak leaving, he almost begged to go with him and almost yelled in happiness when his mother allowed him to go. When he realized Lo’ak was going to visit Tsireya at her home he was delighted, because he knew you were going to be there. But then they got there and he was greeted with the sigh of Anoung sitting between your legs while you finished his hair, it looked like you were almost done with the last braid and you were giggling nonstop about something with him.

“Lo’ak!” Tsireya happily hugged her (boy)friend.

“Hey ‘eya” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Neteyam! Hi,” you smiled at him from your spot “How are you?”

“I’m good, a lot better, and you?” He answered while he stood awkwardly by the entrance.

“So much better, look” You lifted the gauze that covered your wound and showed him your wound that was almost fully scarred “Show me yours” you demanded and pushed Anoung when he snickered at your wording.

Neteyam removed the bandage on his chest and you saw that his wound was almost fully healed as well. You stood up and approached and reached your hand up to trace a finger around the edges of the wound. But when you touched his skin your mind instantly went to that horrible night, when your hands had been drenched in his blood. Neteyam noticed your teary eyes and trembling hand and placed one hand under your chin to make you look into his eyes.

“I’m okay,” he said softly and realized that the other people had left the room

“I thought I lost you” you laid your hand on his chest but did not break eye contact.

“Never” he leaned in a little closer but then looked at where Anoung was talking with his brother outside of the tent, and pulled away but was stopped by your hand going to the nape of his neck.

“Neteyam” you whispered his name “You do know that Anoung and I are just friends, right?”

“What?” He fully pulled away and saw you sigh “B-but you are the future Tsahìk to his Olo’eyktan”

“Do you seriously think I would be flirting with you, losing sleep because of you, and holding you if I was in love with Anoung?”

“But you’re all over each other all the time!” He gestured to where you had been sitting before.

“Yeah, we’re comfortable with each other but it’s not like that”

“He always grabs you” Neteyam pointed “When you were having a nightmare he just straight up pulled you into his lap”

“He does that with Tsireya too” you ran a hand down your face and suddenly yelled “Anoung!”

“What’s up?” Your best friend turned around and walked to where you were as soon as you called.

“Could you please tell Neteyam that we are not together and never will be?”

Anoung shook his head and started laughing but turned to Neteyam and told him.

“We are just friends, best friends” he corrected himself “She’s like a sister to me, and also, she’s in love with you” and with that, he left the tent.

You were blushing furiously and hid your face behind your hands. You could not believe Anoung had outed you like that, you were going to make him pay for that. Your train of thought was interrupted by soft hands on your hips, you looked up and saw Neteyam’s eyes looking for yours.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

You nodded and your lips parted a little bit. He leaned down and placed a hand behind your neck, gently guiding your face toward his. The moment your lips met you felt every concern, every bit of the anxiety you had been feeling since he got shot and every tear you dropped was erased. You felt unmatched happiness and smiled into the kiss.

The end.

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“And I don’t think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, ’cause it’s just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.

“Being bipolar, there’s nothing wrong with it. Being bipolar is like not knowing how to swim. It might be embarrassing to tell people, and it might be hard to take you certain places. But they have arm floaties. And if you just take your arm floaties, you can go wherever the hell you want.

“And I know some of you are like, ‘But Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?’ Well, those people don’t care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I don’t know.”

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Worth it (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) Part 2/2

Summary: Your arranged marriage to Anthony seems fine, until it doesn’t.

Warnings: marriage, implied sex, angst-ish, fluff, pregnancy, crying, if you notice anything else let me know :)

Word count: 2.5k

The season passed in a blur with countless flowers and conversations that filled you with expectations about your marriage to the Viscount, you truly felt like love was around the corner for both of you and it was a matter of time for that corner to be turned. He was everything you had expected and more, you could tell he was wary about letting you in but didn’t want to push him so you let him open himself to you at his own pace. The had been some stolen looks, kisses on your knuckles that had lasted a little longer than they should and hand a bit lower than what was acceptable when you danced. To say the courting had been successful was the understatement of the season in your opinion, by the time the wedding day came you were counting down the minutes before you finally became Lady (y/n) Bridgeton.

Your wedding ceremony was short and the carriage ride to Anthony’s bachelor townhouse was even shorter. The wedding night had come with a surprisingly low amount of events, your virginity had been taken the sweetest of ways, with many kisses and whispered promises of pleasure that came true. By the end of the day, you were as happy as can be, laying on your husband's chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing down and smelling the sweet vanilla scent of his skin.

When you woke up the next morning the bed was empty and he had already left to work in his study back in the main Bridgerton home. He didn’t return until late in the evening and you were waiting for him so you could have dinner together.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said while taking a sip of his wine.

“It’s nothing, I like that we are finally spending some time together”

Anthony just nodded and continued eating in silence.

“How was your day?” You pushed for conversation, you had been alone all day and could really use some conversation with someone different than your maid, who was terrified of speaking freely.

“It was busy” he answered simply “how was your day?” He asked after seeing the face you made at his short answer.

“It was also very busy, I reorganized the books in the library, had the kitchen staff do an inventory on the pantry, and send the maids to the market to get some flowers for the table tops” you narrated proudly, hoping he might appreciate the way you ran the home.

“Good to see you’re settling in, darling” his small praise made you smile a little.

“You don’t mind that I changed some things?” You asked somewhat concerned by his silence.

“It is your home, you’re free to do whatever you please with it,” he said dismissively.

“It’s our home, Anthony, I want to make it perfect for you too”

After dinner, he walked you to the bedroom and after a couple of heated kisses you fell in his arms once again, the pleasure he gave you was addictive. Despite his cold attitude towards you in other aspects of your life, it was in the bedroom where you felt hopeful for a future where you both might learn to truly love each other, and then he would sneak out every morning making you feel like a worthless whore.

And so your days continued like this, every night was filled with passion and every day was lonely. You couldn’t even go to the Bridgerton home, you had been taught that a married lady was not to go out without her husband, so your heart slowly filled with sadness as you spent day after day alone in the townhouse. Anthony was none the wiser because he simply thought you enjoyed being by yourself, so it never occurred to him to invite you to his family’s home or anywhere else.

A month into your marriage you found out you were with child. You were extremely happy and Anthony had shown himself to be happy as well, but then that night he didn’t come home for dinner and didn’t make an appearance in your bedroom. He was more and more distant until four months had passed and he disappeared for two full weeks before you saw him again.

It was on the day of your birthday, and he had only gone to your room because the butler told him you had been very sick that day. When he entered the room he found you seating on the bed hugging your knees close to your chest, your eyes puffy from crying and silent tears still streaming down your face. You weren’t upset he had forgotten your birthday, you had never celebrated it so it didn’t matter he didn’t remember it.

“What happened? Is everything well? Is the baby-“

“Your child is quite well, Lord Bridgerton” you interrupted in the coldest tone he had ever heard from you “to what do I owe this joyous visit?”

“I apologize for my absence, I have been very busy” he answered measly.

“I figured out that much, husband” the word was said with venom.

“Are you upset with me?” He asked offended, you had never treated him so coldly.

“I am upset with myself” you started with a pained chuckle “I don’t need you to try and comfort me because you did nothing wrong, that is the reason for my anger” a small sob escaped your lips “I was taught to be a good wife, that my only job was to give my husband heirs and to keep the house running and I understood that and I didn’t fight it because at least I would have children to fill my life with love and a husband who at the very least would acknowledge me and my efforts”

“I-“

“I don’t want you to feel like you should change or apologize, this is not your fault, I feel miserable because I filled my heart with hopes and dreams of love but that’s just not how life is, at least not mine” you harshly wiped your eyes before finishing “I understand my place now, I’m nothing but a child-bearer for you and that’s fine because you didn’t even pick me in the first place” you got up from bed and opened the door for him “please leave me alone, I will be fine”

“I can’t just leave you here alone, have you even eaten today? In your condition-“

“Your child is perfectly well, my lord” your tone had turned icy once again “please go, I am tired and want to rest”

Unable to do anything else, Anthony left the room and went back to his family’s home. His mother had insisted for him to take you there that night, but seeing your state he didn’t even bother asking if you wanted to go. When he got there he was surprised to see the dining room fully decorated, his whole family dressed in their best clothes, even Daphne and Simon had paid a visit.

“Where is (y/n)?” Asked Violet.

“She’s not feeling very well” answered Anthony looking at the table that was filled with all his wife’s favorite food “What is happening? Why are you all here dressed as if you are attending a ball?”

“Anthony, please for the love of God almighty, tell me you didn’t forget your wife’s birthday!” Violet couldn’t keep his composure, how could Anthony be so clueless.

“I-I’ve been so busy lately supervising the building of the new house, it didn’t even occur to me that it was her birthday” Anthony felt terrible, as he should.

“It’s bad enough she doesn’t like us, son” Violet sighed, seating on the table “And now she thinks we don’t care for her birthday”

“Where did you get that idea, mother?” Daphne couldn’t help but ask “When she writes to us she says wonderful things about our family”

“Then why hasn’t she visited since the wedding?” This time it was Colin asking “Mother sent a tea invitation shortly after they got married and she never showed up, sent a poor letter apologizing but did not explain why she didn’t show”

“I might have an explanation for that” Simon spoke up “My aunt was a terribly strict mother, taught her that a wife was nothing more than a child-bearer and had no liberties like men do, for example: going out unaccompanied”

“Has she been out of the house since you married, brother?” asked Eloise, turning to face Anthony who was still frozen at the doorstep.

“I don’t believe so” he entered the room and sat defeated “I just thought she enjoyed being at home by herself, god!” he rubbed his hands down his face.

“I can’t believe it, the poor thing” lamented Violet.

“She hasn’t left the house in almost half a year” concluded Benedict.

“And here we were, refusing to visit thinking she had rejected mother,” said Colin.

“I would like to clarify, I never agreed with losing contact with her over one missed invitation” added Eloise, gaining the glares of everyone present.

“It matters not what we thought nor does it matter what has happened in the past” began Violet “right now I want you to go pick her up and bring her here, she deserves to be celebrated, especially after everything we put her through,” she told her eldest child, pushing him to stand and go to the door.

Anthony mounted the carriage and urged the coachman to hurry home and as soon as he got there he ran up the stairs to your room and burst through the door, jolting you awake.

“I am so sorry, love,” ha said kneeling on your bedside “I never knew you didn’t leave the house because you thought you couldn’t, you are free to do as you please, darling” he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles “I didn’t mean to make you feel trapped in your own home, and I am sorry if you felt like I abandoned you” he caressed your face and wiped some tears that had fallen without your notice.

“You did abandon us,” you said, trying to pull your hand from his grasp with your other hand protecting your belly.

“I was merely supervising the building of our new home, I was hoping I could surprise you before the baby arrived” he explained, now seating by your side “I can’t possibly ask my family to leave their home but I know how much you love that house, and so I chose to build a similar one not too far from here”

“You are building me a house?” You asked incredulously, hardly anything could justify his absence but this was in fact a reasonable explanation.

“Yes, love” he once again caressed your face “A home for our family” at that your eyes filled with tears, this time from happiness.

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying with your face buried in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and shushing you softly to calm down your cries. You spent a while holding each other until he suddenly broke you two apart, remembering his family that was still waiting for you both to show up.

“My beautiful wife, I must take you out of the comforts of your bed” he began, apologetic “My family is expecting you in their home to celebrate your birthday with a lavish dinner”

“Heavens! You should’ve started with that” you ran to your door and called out for your maid “I don’t think I have a dress for such occasion, non that would fit me now, that’s certain”

You opened your trunk and began taking out your chemise and all other items you had to wear under your dress in such cold weather. You took off your nightgown not caring Anthony was there, he had seen it all before, after you had put on your chemise your maid ran in and help you put on the rest of your garments and helped you squeeze your small baby bump in the dress you had worn for one of the first balls you attended when Anthony was courting you. She put your hair in a quick updo and even managed to coerce Anthony into putting on your stockings and your shoes while she did your hair. With all that rush and hard work, you managed to be ready in under an hour and still made it to the dinner at a reasonable hour (half past 9 is reasonable, right?).

At the Bridgerton home, you were welcomed with warm embraces and merry wishes on your special day. You all sat around the table and ate the feast that had sadly grown cold. Colin didn’t seem to mind as he devoured everything in sight, prompting Violet to chastise him softly. You, however, ate small bites because the pregnancy had caused your stomach to be upset easily and you didn’t wish to offend anyone by running out of the room to empty your stomach. Anthony watched you eat and held your hand atop the table, smiling as he watched you laugh and converse with his family.

“Is the food not good enough?” Asked Violet seeing your plate almost full.

“It is just perfect, my stomach has just been iffy since the start of the pregnancy” you answered smiling apologetically, Anthony choked on his wine because he realized at that very moment that he had forgotten to tell his family about your condition.

“You’re with child? Those are wonderful news!” Exclaimed Violet with a large smile “When did you found out?”

“Four months ago” you turned to glare at Anthony “I assumed your son had told you”

“How could you conceal such joyous information from your mother?” Violet then noticed her eldest daughter had become quiet, as well as her husband “Did you know, Daphne?”

“I was aware of it, yes” Daphne admitted ashamed “I too assumed Anthony had told you”

“You assumed my eldest son had told me about his wife’s pregnancy and I had decided not to mention any of it in our letters?”

“I-I’m, yes?” Benedict and Colin snorted with laughter hearing their sister’s answer.

Violet only shook her head with a small smile, her children were truly a wonder. Anthony was nervous that you’d get mad at him for not telling them, but one look at your laughing face told him he didn’t need to worry.

Later that evening you both laid in bed after yet another passion-filled encounter, your breathing slow and even making Anthony think you were asleep. He was caressing your naked back with feather-like touches, kissing your sweaty forehead every few minutes.

“I love you” you sighed, kissing his chest “You need not feel the same, I just want you to know how I feel”

He took a shaky breath before answering.

“I also am in love with you, darling” he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head so you’d look at him “sometimes I’m scared of just how much I love you” he kissed you slow and deep, pouring all his love into the action.

The kiss was unlike any other you had shared before, this one was full of promise and hope. It filled you with love and certainty, you were now sure that no matter how difficult the road to Anthony’s heart had been, even if you didn’t want it at first, it had all been worth it.

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Worth it (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) Part 1/2

Summary: You’re Simon’s cousin and you are ready for your first social season, excited for the courting and dancing. Your plans are shattered when you find yourself in an arranged marriage to none other than Lord Anthony Bridgerton, the one man who avoided love like it was the plague.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, arranged marriage, tiny bit of angst, Anthony is an idiot, if you think of anything else please let me know.

Word count: 2.5k

It was the second season the duke and duchess had the pleasure of enjoying together in their London home. The duke’s household had been rejoicing in the arrival of baby A for a year now and the family was also preparing themselves for the birth of their second child. One might think that they would rather spend these blissful moments away from the chaos that the social season brought, and one might be right.

Simon and Daphne had opted to miss this social season in view of the fact that Daphne would be heavily pregnant when the summer started and would be at risk of having the baby in London instead of the comfort of her home. They chose instead to visit the Bridgerton home before the season started so Daphne could be with her family for a couple weeks with no added stress.

But their plans changed when Simon’s aunt, seeing that they were going to London, decided to ship you, her daughter, with them so you could be part of the social season and hopefully find yourself a husband. The couple had agreed to take you to London and also to chaperone you throughout the social season.

You were a good, polite, and well-prepared lady; your mother had sent you to the finest finishing school in the country to make sure you were molded into the perfect bride. Despite the extensive preparations your mother had subjugated you to, there was one thing they couldn’t take away from you and that was the desire to marry for love. Everyone told you that what mattered was how well you could marry, that you’d eventually grow to tolerate your husband and that your children would give you more than enough joy; but that just didn’t seem enough for you. It didn’t matter how you felt about a loveless marriage though, your mother had been clear when she told you that you had this one season to find a husband and if you didn’t she’d choose for you whomever she seemed fit.

On the day of your arrival you learned she didn’t intend to give you even one season and, with no previous notice to you or him, you were introduced to Anthony Bridgerton as his bride.

Violet Bridgerton had grown tired of her son’s refusal to marry and after pressing him about the matter he admitted he was looking for a wife this season; she didn’t trust him to choose well and when Daphne wrote to her mother about you, she decided it was the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. And so, with your mother’s blessing, Lord Bridgerton was given your hand in marriage.

“I beg your pardon?” Anthony was shocked, to say the least.

“You heard me, son, this is Lady (y/l/n) and she is to be your bride”

You couldn’t think, move or do anything but stand there staring at the man you were supposed to marry. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish and Daphne had to guide you to take a seat because she feared you might faint. Anthony then excused himself and fled to his study with Simon hot on his heels.

“I’m deeply sorry for throwing this at you with no warning, your mother warned that if you were told before you got here you might have refused to come at all” Violet apologized taking a seat in front of you and taking one of your hands between hers.

“Anthony is a wonderful man and I’m certain you will learn to like him, maybe even love him” continued Daphne.

Meanwhile, in Anthony’s office, a similar conversation was being held.

“What excuse do you have now to reject her?” Asked Simon

“I don’t know her, that’s enough to not want this marriage”

“You said you didn’t wish to love the person you had to marry, so I don’t see the big deal in not knowing her” Simon served himself and Anthony a drink as he spoke.

“Even with that being true, I also said she had to be smart and at least interesting to talk to” he took a small sip of his drink “and also that it wouldn’t hurt if she happened to be beautiful”

“And isn’t she?” Simon raised a brow behind his cup before continuing “She is incredibly smart, kind and she also attended the best finishing school available in the London area, which means she is as proper as a lady can be”

“Well yes, but-”

“Your only problem with her is that your mother forced her upon you”

“My only problem is that I saw in her face she had no idea she was betrothed to me, it is not fair for her to be forced to a short and loveless marriage like ours will be” Anthony finished his drink and slammed the cup on his desk, he knew there was no way out of this.

“She, as any lady in the country, knows that her duty is to marry well” Simon placed his cup softly besides Anthony’s “You’re the most desirable bachelor this season, there’s no better man for her if we look at status, money, and age”

Anthony limited himself to roll his eyes and remained silent, he knew Simon was right but it still stung that because of him you were now forced to be married to a man you didn’t love.

“Well, she’ll be a young widow so she’ll eventually have a chance at finding love”

A knock on the door interrupted Simon’s answer and he was thankful because he was quite frankly tired of Anthony’s certainty that he would die young, he understood that Edmund’s death had been hard for him but it was still tiresome to hear him speak like that constantly.

“Yes?” Called Anthony from his desk, prompting Gregory to enter.

“Mother requests both your presences in the dining hall for supper, now”

The rest of the day was uneventful, Anthony refused to speak to you and you were too shocked to utter a single word to anyone. After supper you excused yourself and went to bed early, when you had laid down Daphne entered your room and gave you a letter from your mother before saying good night and wishing you sweet dreams. You sat up and decided to read the letter before bed, maybe it would bring you some comfort.

“My dearest daughter,

If you’ve received this letter it means that you know about your engagement to lord Bridgerton, we couldn’t find a way to tell you because we feared you might refuse to travel to London if you knew. I hope you understand that all I’m trying to do is securing your future, the viscount is a kind man and you’ll be safe with him. I sincerely wish for you to be happy by his side, and maybe even learn to love him.

I know your father is looking down at you proudly and I’m certain he’ll bless your union with happiness, you were his sunshine and he’ll always take care of you no matter where he is, as will I.

Love,

Your mother who loves you”

You couldn’t help but feel angry at your mother for lying to you like that as if you were a child with no control over your own emotions. It would’ve been nice to know about your fate before you got here, it would have saved you from daydreaming about balls and love matches that you now knew were never going to be possible. Still, you were grateful that they had chosen Anthony, they might as well had promised you to an ugly old man. So you fell asleep that night disappointed on the false expectations you were allowed to have, but grateful for having secured the best bachelor in the season without even trying; it might not have been a love match but at least it was a good one.

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“If we are to be married no matter what, shouldn’t you spare me the pain of courting her?” Anthony was straightening his tie as he spoke to his mother.

“Courting, in this case, isn’t meant to convince her to marry you, it’s so society can see your intentions are respectable” she took over his hands and settled the bow tie once and for all “this ball is the perfect opportunity for everyone to see you both as a couple”

“And you act as if you weren’t already attending for Eloise” Benedict entered the room also dressed for the ball.

“Chaperoning, not dancing” clarified Anthony.

“It’s only one dance, my lord, it will be over before we know it” you had entered the room without anyone noticing and Anthony was a little taken back by your beauty, but recovered quickly enough.

“The dance might be, but the ball will be unending” with that he left the room to go and rush Eloise, they were going to be late.

You frowned a little looking at his retreating form, he hadn’t said anything about the way you looked, not one single compliment for his future wife. Benedict must have noticed your disappointment because he swiftly stepped in to make you feel better.

“You look positively stunning (y/n)” he kissed your hand with a small wink “My brother sure is a lucky man”

“That he is” called Daphne from the door “Here you go darling” he placed a tiara on your head, “I told you it would look wonderful with your dress, now let’s go” she patted your back softly “Simon’s waiting for us in the carriage”

“We’ll see you at the ball, my dear” called Violet seeing her daughter to the door.

The ball was beautiful and you felt overwhelmed by the number of people in the room. Simon and Daphne guided you through the room and you felt everyone’s stares on you, you hadn’t presented before the queen because you were already in courtship with Lord Bridgerton so everyone was seeing you for the very first time.

Daphne had begun to feel tired and Simon had left to fetch her some lemonade while she found somewhere to sit down for a while, leaving you unchaperoned and praying no one would approach you while they were gone.

“Excuse me, miss?” So much for prayers.

“Yes?” Yo faked a smile as best as you could looking at the old man in front of you.

“I see you have so much space in your dancing card, perhaps I could book myself the next dance?” Your card was in fact empty because your darling fiancé had yet to appear.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible Mr. Wyatt, since she’s dancing with me,” said Anthony who had gotten to you just in time.

“Perhaps the next one, then?” Persisted Mr. Wyatt.

“That would be my dance” this time it was Benedict who saved you “Would you look at that? Her card is full, maybe you could try on the next ball” You hadn’t even noticed them scribbling all the Bridgerton’s names on your dancing card until it was full, but it now was and you were thankful for it.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had had to dance with that man” you thanked Benedict.

“What are brothers for if not to protect future sisters-in-law from dancing with horrid men?” He joked back, making you giggle.

“Well then, let’s have our dance and get this over with” Anthony broke you from your fit of giggles.

“Remember you two, you have to look madly in love” at his brother's comment Anthony only managed to huff some curse words under his breath, dragging you to the dance floor by the wrist.

Once on the dance floor, you both got in position, and when the waltz started you began gliding through the dance floor gracefully.

“For someone who says he doesn’t like balls, you are an exceptional dancer,” you said in a playful tone.

“Mother made us take classes when we were little, any respectable man should be a decent dancer”

“They paid off, it’s a pleasure dancing with you” he didn’t respond to anything so you continued “Are there other talents you are hiding from me, Lord Bridgerton?”

“Not that I’m aware off, miss (y/l/n)” his answer was short and it was clear he didn’t care for conversation.

It had been like this since the two of you had been introduced, any attempt you made to get to know him better was quickly shut down by him. It was as if he wanted to remain a stranger to you, but you were to be married and you at least wanted to know a little about him besides his name and his clear lack of humor.

When the dance ended you left the dance floor and met with Colin by the beverages table.

“Why so sad, love?” The pet name caught you off guard but you assumed it had something to do with the alcohol you could smell on his breath.

“It’s nothing, Colin” you attempted to smile as you served yourself a small glass of lemonade “Have you seen my cousin?” You asked before he continued asking questions.

“He is by those tables with Daphne, a ball is no place for a pregnant lady” Colin pointed to the other corner of the room.

You thanked him and walked to where he had pointed, you were ready to leave, and also what Colin said was true, being in this ball was very stressful for Daphne so the earlier you left the better. Soon you spotted your cousin, his wife, and, to your horror, Anthony.

“Cousin! What are you doing here? I thought you’d be dancing with Benedict” said Simon.

“I was thirsty so I went to get some lemonade, here” you handed a glass to Daphne “I brought you some”

“How nice of you, thank you” she took a small sip “shouldn’t you be having fun? It’s your first ball dear”

“I think I’m quite tired already” you turned to look at Simon “Perhaps we could leave, cousin?”

“If you wish” he looked you up and down, making sure you were alright “Why don’t you and Anthony promenade around the room while I send for the carriage? Just to end the night right, at least in the eyes of the people”

You simply nodded and watched the way Anthony rolled his eyes as he offered you his arm. His plain rejection of you always hurt you, you knew he didn’t love you but never did you expect him to despise you. You walked by his side with a soft smile planted on your face but on the inside, you were hurting because with each day you saw your future clearer, and what the future held for you was being married to a man who could not stand you and would never love you. But then he lead you to your carriage and kissed your cheek when you were out of everyone's view, maybe he didn't find you so bad after all.

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Mine (Hvitserk x reader)

Summary: Hvitserk buys his own slave saving you from your horrible owner.

Warnings: mentions of slavery, physical ab*se, tiny mention of sex*al ab*se if you squint (nothing actually happens, it´s just Y/n’s fear), let me know if you see anything else that might be triggering.

Word count: 1,8k

You woke up suddenly from the cold surrounding your body and making your skin wet.

"Rise and shine sl*t" sang your master placing the, now empty, bucket on the ship's floor.

You quickly stood up and waited for whatever order he may have for you, and after being given a dress you quickly changed and ran to stand beside your master who was at the front of the ship. As he spoke with his men you allowed your mind to wander to your home life, when you were happy and free.

You were born in a very rich family and had been treated like a princess until your father passed away. When your father died your mother had to get married again quickly because she had no idea how to manage the many lands your family-owned, so she got married to Maqsud and he turned out to be a terrible man; he had his own daughters so for him you were an unwanted presence and due to that he decided to sell you as a slave and told your mom you disappeared. He sold you to Canute, your current master, who beat you at the smallest mistake and always woke you up with a bucket of icy water, he said it helped to keep you clean.

"Answer!" You awoke from your thoughts when you heard your master shouting "When I talk to you, you listen! Understood?!" he grabbed your face so hard you could already feel the bruises forming.

"Yes, master" you nodded as best as you could in his strong grip, he then released you with a push so hard you fell on your back, all air knocked from your lungs.

"As I was saying" he continued as if nothing had happened "You are being offered in this town, and hopefully I can get at least what I paid for you" he spat.

You didn't know how to feel at his words, you should be happy that you were finally getting rid of your abusive master but there was also the fear of having an even worse master that could do unspeakable things to you. You stared at the horizon and watched expectantly as land got closer and closer.

When the boat arrived your master quickly tied your hands together, so tight you could feel your hands becoming cold and numb. You were pulled towards a market and as you got there you saw a line of many girls tied just like you with their master behind them offering the girls as if they were meat. Your master pulled you harshly until you stood at the end of the line and he started shouting along with the others, offering his 'pure, virgin slave!'. You tried your best not to let the situation affect you and you held back tears and bit your lip.

"How much for this one" you heard a man ask but didn't dare to look at him for more than a second, he looked young.

"30 gold pieces" Canute offered smugly, almost sure that the young man would try to lower the price to at least 20 gold pieces and that would still be a good deal.

"Deal" the man answered simply and handed him a bag with the payment inside, your master counted, and when he confirmed he was given the right amount of gold he gestured for the man to take you.

"She's yours, take her" he pushed you towards him as if you were nothing.

The young man held your shoulders before you fell on your face and when you regained balance he held your chin and tilted your head upwards, so your eyes would meet his.

"I'm Hvitserk" he smiled "And you are...?" he questioned.

"Y/n" you whispered looking into his beautiful eyes, almost getting lost in them.

"Nice to meet you" he caressed your cheek softly "You are going to warm my bed every night from now on"

Your breath got stuck in your throat when you heard his words. What your master had said wasn't a lie, you were indeed pure and untouched, and you were terrified of what Hvitserk would do with that information, or worse if he didn't believe those words and treated you as a commonly experienced slave.

Hvitserk started walking and you just stood there staring at your, now almost black, hands. He turned around and looked at you signaling for you to follow him, and just as you approached him he took out a knife making you yelp and drop on your knees begging for mercy.

"Please, master don't hurt me" you cried "I'll be good, I promise" you finished sobbing, waiting for him to hit you or stab you.

"I won't hurt you" Hvitserk assured and reached to cut the rope that was tied around your wrists, allowing the blood to flow in that particular area "I promise you, I will never hurt you on purpose" he took a hold of both hands and kissed the insides of your wrists softly.

You looked up at him in awe and quietly stood up and followed him after he got up himself and started walking towards the great hall. Once you got inside he walked to his room without looking at anyone, and once there he told you to sit in the bed.

"This is my room and where you are sitting is my bed" he explained "Your duties are simple, you wake up, get ready, wake me up, braid my hair and go to breakfast with me, you sit on my lap and feed me and you can eat in between bites too" he paused, waiting for you to show him you understood.

"Yes, master”

"You will go with me everywhere and you will not look at or talk to anyone but me, every meal I have you will feed it to me and I will always allow you to eat from my plate" he insisted watching you nod to his words "every night I expect you to lay with me, for the first couple of nights I don't intend on using your body for my pleasure, instead I wish to use you mainly for the company" you let out a breath you had been holding since he told you you had to warm his bed "You are mine and only mine, not even the queen can take you away from me, and I hope I am clear when I tell you that you cannot even glance at another man's direction, am I clear?"

"Yes master, I'm completely yours from now on"

"Call me Hvitserk, master creeps me out" he fake shivered to amuse you and got a small giggle which made him smile.

That night you sat on Hvitserk's lap, just like he had ordered, feeding him every course from soup to ale and he allowed you to eat from his plate in between bites, just like he promised. His brothers tried to ignore your presence and act as if you were just another slave, but you weren't. Normally the one who bought slaves was their mother, Hvitserk was the first one to buy a slave for himself, and they were all attracted to your odd presence.

"Who is the beauty sitting in your lap, Hvitserk?" inquired Ivar.

"She is my slave, brother" Hvitserk stated simply.

"And who said you could have your own slave?" demanded Sigurd with a frown.

"I bought her with my own money, earned by fishing and hunting" he stated proudly squeezing your waist a little and taking the piece of meat you offered.

"And are you planning to share her anytime soon?" asked Ubbe curious lifting a brow and hiding his smirk behind his cup, clearly noticing the way you tensed.

"No" Hvitserk deadpanned "she is mine" he finished feeling you relax on his lap and continue cutting some meat for him.

After that the table got silent and everyone finished their meals in silence, no brother dared to look at Hvitserk and much less at you. After everyone finished each one went to their respective rooms without anything more than a 'goodbye' to their mother and Hvitserk waited until they left before getting up and leading you to his room. Once in his room, Hvitserk started taking his clothes off and as he sat on the bed he heard water being poured into his bathtub.

"What are you doing?" he asked turning to look at you emptying a pot of warm water into the tub.

"I'm preparing your bath, mast-Hvitserk" you quickly corrected yourself, fearing his reaction at the dreaded word "You can relax and get cleaned while I undo your braids" you suggested with a hopeful look, you truly appreciated being treated well and wanted to show him how grateful you were for his lack of mistreatings.

He nodded from his spot and watched you as you continued pouring pots of warm water into his tub until it was almost full. You announced the bath was ready and stood with your back turned to him as a sign of respect while he finished undressing. After that he got in the bath, hissing as he felt the warm water colliding with his cold skin.

"Is it too hot?" You asked concerned.

"It is perfect" he mumbled sleepily.

You smiled a little as you watched him resting his head on the edge of the tub with his eyes closed. Quietly, you walked around the tub until you stood by the back of his head where you started unbraiding his hair with soft brushes of your fingers, hearing him sigh and moan every now and then.

"After this bath, we are going to sleep" he announced in a low voice "Your gown is over there" without opening his eyes he pointed towards the bed where you could see some white fabric folded next to the pillow.

When you were both changed and ready to bed he laid down and patted the spot next to him, you laid on your back not knowing how he wanted you to position yourself. You heard him chuckle before and yelped when you felt his arms wrapping around your shoulders and with a quick pull he had your head laying on his chest.

"You are here to comfort me, not lay there as stiff as a tree" his chest vibrated with his laugh.

"Sorry" you mumbled, sleep evident in your voice.

You both remained silent and in a matter of minutes, he felt your soft breaths caressing his skin. He knew you were there just because he had bought you, but for a sweet tiny moment, he convinced himself that the girl in his arms was not a slave, but his lover who was there out of adoration for him and only him. His own beautiful lover.

"Mine" he whispered kissing your forehead before finally slipping into a peaceful slumber.

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True love (Hvitserk Ragnarsson x reader/Ivar Ragnarsson x reader)

Summary: In order to make you happy Ivar has to give away what he loves most, you.

Warnings: there’s like one curse word, a little bit of angst and I think that’s it :)

Word count: 1.4k

Ivar loved you, he knew he did but he also knew that because of his love for you he had to do this. After all his years on this earth he finally understood what true love is: sacrifice, so he was gonna sacrifice himself for your happiness and pretend he had no feelings towards you, pretending to hate you so you could be happy and have what you always wished for.

And his sacrifice brought him to where he is now, yours and Hvitserk’s wedding.

You were the love of Ivar's life and he had known that since the moment he first saw you in the woods, you had an exceptional talent at setting traps and he always saw you walking home with a good hunt. The first time he gathered enough courage to talk to you was when he watched you carrying a small deer, the animal although small in size seemed to be giving you a fight with its weight; he had taken a deep breath and crawled your way, and when he was near enough he called out scaring the spirits out of you, after accepting his help you tied the hind legs of the deer to his waist and walked at his pace as you both dragged the animal in complete silence.

After that day Ivar started spending more and more time with you, helping you set up the ground traps or unloading them. In between the hunting and the work you guys talked about anything, from his annoying brothers (specially Sigurd) to his dreams of raiding far across the seas. On the other hand you told him about your life as a farm girl and that you dreamed about having a family someday with a loving husband and many children, Ivar felt terrible when he heard you talk about such dreams mainly due to the fact that he was incapable of giving you that.

As the moons passed and he felt himself falling deeper and deeper for you he decided he needed to do something to show all his love, even if you never knew about it. He concluded that in order to make you happy he needed to get you the best husband available, so that you could have the loving family you always talked about. He then thought than no one could be better for you than one of the ragnarssons and since it couldn't be him it had to be either Ubbe or Hvitserk, because the gods know he would never give such a beautiful and precious woman to Sigurd.

A few more days passed by and he finally made up his mind as he walked towards the great hall to meet his family for dinner. He looked at Hvitserk during the whole meal and determined he would be perfect for you, he could make you laugh, please you, love you and give you all the children your heart desired; he also knew (Hvitserk told him) that his brother would remain faithful to the woman he married leaving all his player days in the past.

After dinner ended Ivar asked Hvitserk to speak with him privately in his room and, although confused, he followed his crawling brother in silence.

"I need you to do something for me, something important" began Ivar.

"Tell me brother" urged Hvitserk, now moving from confused to worried.

"I need you to marry the woman I love"

"What? Who? Why?" asked Hvitserk raising his voice with each question "NO!" he protested with a final raise in his voice.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't really need it"

"Why on earth do you need me to marry the woman YOU love?!" screamed Hvitserk being quickly hushed by his younger brother who pulled him by his legs making him fall on his ass.

"I just can't give her what she needs, okay?! I c-can't perform like a man should but you can! You can love her, and please her! A-and give her fucking babies!" stuttered Ivar in a harsh whisper looking down at his lap instead of his brother's face "I j-just want her to be happy, Hvitserk" his eyes filled with tears that he tried to blink away "and I can't make her happy" a small sob shook his body when he finished speaking.

"I could never do this to you Ivar, how could I marry her knowing that you are watching and suffering the loss of your lover? What kind of brother would I be?" Hvitserk tried to reason with his youngest brother but as he saw him angrily wiping his tears away he knew that there was no way to change his mind "why me?" he asked finally, resigned to marry this girl.

"Ubbe is to gentle and sometimes too serious, she needs someone to make her laugh" Ivar smile sadly thinking of the beauty that was your laugh "And I would never give Sigurd the pleasure to keep my love, he would do it only to rub it in my face" he chuckled bitterly.

"So you chose me because I'm goofy?"

"I chose you because you are the most loyal man I've ever seen, I know you will care for her and harm will not get to her life if she is with you. You will be the man that she wakes up next to, and you will also be the man who falls asleep next to her making her giggle with some terrible joke. She will be a very loving wife and she will give you wonderful kids, and will be an amazing mother..."

Hvitserk's eyes got a little more teary than he would ever admit, but hearing his brother talk about the future he wanted with the woman he loved honestly broke his heart. The more Ivar spoke the more Hvitserk understood why he needed him to marry this girl so badly, he loved her so much that he could only let her go because he could not give her everything she wished for.

"I promise you brother, I will lover her and take care of her with all my heart and strength and she will never have a day where she feels unloved or unsafe" promised Hvitserk holding Ivar's face in his hands and looking into his eyes.

The very next day you met in the woods when Hvitserk took Ivar's place in helping you with your duties and flirting endlessly with you. You fell rather quickly for the ragnarsson and when he asked you to marry him a couple of moons after you had met, you had no reason to say no. You were aware of your deep feelings for Ivar, but when you approached him to talk about your recent engagement you received a slap, a laugh and a shove from the cripple when you tried to apologize to him for falling for his brother because you felt like you were betraying him in some way.

"How could you think I would ever love you? A simple farmer like you is no match for a prince like me, my brother is the only man blind enough to want to marry a girl like you" Ivar had spoken with all the venom he could muster and looked at you as if he was looking at the filthiest creature in Midgard "I only ever helped you so I could mock you with my brothers at supper, poor dreamy (y/n), thinking me, Prince Ivar the Boneless could ever love a low creature like you? HA!" he had laughed and when you tried to touch his face to talk some sense into his thick head he had slapped your arms away and shoved you backwards pushing your stomach harshly.

Hvitserk saw and heard everything and he knew his brother felt like being stabbed with every word that left his mouth, with every tear that felt down your pretty face. He didn't intervene until he saw you hitting the ground and then he quickly approached you, picking you up and glaring at his brother, not missing the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes as he turned and crawled away.

The wedding day finally came and all of Kattegat was there to witness the marriage of prince Hvitserk. Some slaves cried knowing the prince would never look their way again, and other stared angrily at the gorgeous bride as she walked by them, slowly approaching her future husband. The ceremony was quick and everyone enjoyed the feast while you were completely oblivious to the eyes that never left your form, belonging to the man who loved you even more than the man who actually got the chance to marry you.

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Hi! This was also written a long time ago and was posted on my Wattpad, I edited it and changed a couple things so again, if you feel like you read this years ago you probably did haha. Thanks for reading :) I hope you like it

#my writing #ivar x reader #ivar ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson x reader #ivar ragnarsson imagine #hvitserk ragnarsson x reader #hvitserk x reader #hvitserk ragnarsson

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I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?

HI darling,

I’ve actually got a super wonderful masterpost for you to check out:

Home

what the hell is a mortgage?

first apartment essentials checklist

how to care for cacti and succulents

the care and keeping of plants

Getting an apartment

Money

earn rewards by taking polls

how to coupon

what to do when you can’t pay your bills

see if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill

how to save money

How to Balance a Check Book

How to do Your Own Taxes

Health

how to take care of yourself when you’re sick

things to bring to a doctor’s appointment

how to get free therapy

what to expect from your first gynecologist appointment

how to make a doctor’s appointment

how to pick a health insurance plan

how to avoid a hangover

a list of stress relievers

how to remove a splinter

Emergency

what to do if you get pulled over by a cop

a list of hotlines in a crisis

things to keep in your car in case of an emergency

how to do the heimlich maneuver

Job

time management

create a resume

find the right career

how to pick a major

how to avoid a hangover

how to interview for a job

how to stop procrastinating

How to write cover letters

Travel

ULTIMATE PACKING LIST

Traveling for Cheap

Travel Accessories

The Best Way to Pack a Suitcase

How To Read A Map

How to Apply For A Passport

How to Make A Travel Budget

Better You

read the news

leave your childhood traumas behind

how to quit smoking

how to knit

how to stop biting your nails

how to stop procrastinating

how to stop skipping breakfast

how to stop micromanaging

how to stop avoiding asking for help

how to stop swearing constantly

how to stop being a pushover

learn another language

how to improve your self-esteem

how to sew

learn how to embroider

how to love yourself

100 tips for life

Apartments/Houses/Moving

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 1: Are You Sure? (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 2: Finding the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 3: Questions to Ask about the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 4: Packing and Moving All of Your Shit (The Responsible One)

How to Protect Your Home Against Break-Ins (The Responsible One)

Education

How to Find a Fucking College (The Sudden Adult)

How to Find Some Fucking Money for College (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do When You Can’t Afford Your #1 Post-Secondary School (The Sudden Adult)

Stop Shitting on Community College Kids (Why Community College is Fucking Awesome) (The Responsible One)

How to Ask for a Recommendation Letter (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a College Major (The Sudden Adult)

Finances

How to Write a Goddamn Check (The Responsible One)

How to Convince Credit Companies You’re Not a Worthless Bag of Shit (The Responsible One)

Debit vs Credit (The Responsible One)

What to Do if Your Wallet is Stolen/Lost (The Sudden Adult)

Budgeting 101 (The Responsible One)

Important Tax Links to Know (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a Bank Without Screwing Yourself (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting

How to Write a Resume Like a Boss (The Responsible One)

How to Write a Cover Letter Someone Will Actually Read (The Responsible One)

How to Handle a Phone Interview without Fucking Up (The Responsible One)

10 Sites to Start Your Job Search (The Responsible One)

Life Skills

Staying in Touch with Friends/Family (The Sudden Adult)

Bar Etiquette (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do After a Car Accident (The Sudden Adult)

Grow Up and Buy Your Own Groceries (The Responsible One)

How to Survive Plane Trips (The Sudden Adult)

How to Make a List of Goals (The Responsible One)

How to Stop Whining and Make a Damn Appointment (The Responsible One)

Miscellaneous

What to Expect from the Hell that is Jury Duty (The Responsible One)

Relationships

Marriage: What the Fuck Does It Mean and How the Hell Do I Know When I’m Ready? (Guest post - The Northwest Adult)

How Fucked Are You for Moving In with Your Significant Other: An Interview with an Actual Real-Life Couple Living Together™ (mintypineapple and catastrofries)

Travel & Vehicles

How to Winterize Your Piece of Shit Vehicle (The Responsible One)

How to Make Public Transportation Your Bitch (The Responsible One)

Other Blog Features

Apps for Asshats

Harsh Truths & Bitter Reminders

Asks I’ll Probably Need to Refer People to Later

Apartments (or Life Skills) - How Not to Live in Filth (The Sudden Adult)

Finances - Tax Basics (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Copy of Your Birth Certificate (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Replacement ID (The Responsible One)

Health - How to Deal with a Chemical Burn (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - List of Jobs Based on Social Interaction Levels (The Sudden Adult)

Job Hunting - How to Avoid Falling into a Pit of Despair While Job Hunting (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - Questions to Ask in an Interview (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - First-Time Flying Tips (The Sudden Adult)

Life Skills - How to Ask a Good Question (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Reasons to Take a Foreign Language (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Opening a Bar Tab (The Sudden Adult)

Relationships - Long Distance Relationships: How to Stay in Contact (The Responsible One)

Adult Cheat Sheet:

what to do if your pet gets lost

removing stains from your carpet

how to know if you’re eligible for food stamps

throwing a dinner party

i’m pregnant, now what?

first aid tools to keep in your house

how to keep a clean kitchen

learning how to become independent from your parents

job interview tips

opening your first bank account

what to do if you lose your wallet

tips for cheap furniture

easy ways to cut your spending

selecting the right tires for your car

taking out your first loan

picking out the right credit card

how to get out of parking tickets

how to fix a leaky faucet

get all of your news in one place

getting rid of mice & rats in your house

when to go to the e.r.

buying your first home

how to buy your first stocks

guide to brewing coffee

first apartment essentials checklist

coping with a job you hate

30 books to read before you’re 30

what’s the deal with retirement?

difference between insurances

Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:

Reasons to move out of home

You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:

wishing to live independently

location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university

conflict with your parents

being asked to leave by your parents.

Issues to consider when moving out of home

It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:

Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.

Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.

Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.

Your parents may be worried

Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:

They may worry that you are not ready.

They may be sad because they will miss you.

They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.

They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.

Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.

Tips for a successful move

Tips include:

Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?

Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.

Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.

Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.

Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.

If your family home does not provide support

Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.

If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.

If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.

Where to get help

Your doctor

Kids Helpline Tel. 1800 55 1800

Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44

Home Ground Services Tel. 1800 048 325

Relationships Australia Tel. 1300 364 277

Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50

Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. (03) 9416 2577

Things to remember

Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.

Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations.

(source)

Keep me updated? xx

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Veil (Ubbe Ragnarsson x reader)

Summary: Aslaug announces to her sons that an arranged marriage is to be had between a prince of Kattegat and the princess of Rottenhaim. The princess arrives and to everyones surprise her face is completely covered, and her future husband (or anyone else) won’t see her until the wedding.

Warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of dead animals and hunting (really tiny but still it is mentioned), mentions of infidelity (small mention of Ragnar‘s affairs). Let me know if you find anything else that might need a warning :)

Word count: 2K

The Ragnarssons and their mother were all sitting in the great hall enjoying a calm meal, that is until Queen Aslaug announced she had a marriage offer for her sons.

"With that, you give us a choice? Or are you just letting us know about our future marriage" asked Sigurd annoyed.

"You can't forget your status, son" Aslaug answered with a harsh stare "One of you will marry the princess of Rottenhaim and that's final, it is your duty as princes of Kattegat"

"We understand mother" answers Ubbe calmly, knowing Auslaug will probably marry the princess to her favorite son, Ivar.

"The princess is on her way and will be staying with Torvi and me until it's decided who she will marry" Bjorn speaks up from the door.

"You knew about this?" Hvitserk asks more shocked than angry.

"I was unaware of the fact that you didn't know" he answers simply with a shrug.

Bjorn leaves after nodding towards the queen and goes to his home. Queen Aslaug excuses herself not before remarking that a decision must be made before sunrise. The brothers look at each other in silence until Ivar breaks the silence.

"I won't marry her" is all he says.

"Neither will I" says Sigurd.

Hvitserk and Ubbe look at them and then at each other, Hvitserk raising a brow as if challenging Ubbe to speak.

Ubbe thinks about it. He wants to get married and have children of his own, but in his fantasies his wife would be a girl he loved, not some princess that he didn't even know. He could do it, but he wouldn't want to be a husband like his father was to his mother.

Hvitserk didn't have much clear apart from his love for food and women, but he was sure he would sacrifice the latter once he got married; seeing his mother and also Lagertha suffering for Ragnar's cheating ways had made him decide that once he was settled in marriage he would be faithful to her and only her.

"So...who will marry the princess? Will it be you Hvitserk?" asked Ivar smirking "Or you Ubbe?" he looked at them in the eye as he asked.

The pair looked at each other's faces again, deep in thought, until they both spoke at the same time.

"I'll do it" both said, looking equally surprised by the other's words.

"I'm the eldest, I should do it" said Ubbe placing a comforting hand on Hvitserks shoulder "besides, you are not ready to be tied up to just one girl brother" he joked.

Hvitserk chuckled in response and nodded his head "congratulations then brother, skol!" he finished raising his cup to toast.

"Skol!" they all repeated.

Ubbe went to bed feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, had he made the right decision? Or will he be miserable with an unloving wife? He could only hope that the princess would be nice and someone he could love.

You had arrived early in the morning and were sitting in the great hall with Aslaug, Bjorn, and Torvi waiting to know which ragnarsson you’d have to marry. Your father had told you that this marriage would save your small kingdom as Queen Aslaug had promised ships and soldiers that could be used to raid and to enrich your land, you knew that your marriage was going to be arranged as you were raised understanding your duties as princess came with a great burden and could only hope your future husband would at least treat you with respect.

Ubbe entered the great hall followed by his brothers and saw the back of a woman. He stopped dead in his tracks to take one last breath before sealing his destiny. Hvitserk, who was behind him placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and squeezed to show his support.

"If you are regretting your decision I can still do it" he said low enough for only them to hear.

Ubbe only shook his head and resumed his walking with a solemn look. As he reached the table he saw that your face was covered with white fabric that didn't let him see it, or any of your skin as you had your hands tucked safely underneath the veil-like fabric.

"Mother, Bjorn, Torvi" he greeted nodding his head in their direction as he named them "and I can only assume you are princess (y/n)" he greeted in a softer voice holding his hand out.

Slowly your hand peeked out from underneath the thin fabric and you placed it on his, allowing him to feel the softness and fragility of your skin. He took his hand up to his lips and kissed it as if he was kissing the most delicate flower.

"It is nice to meet you, prince..." you trailed off in a soft voice waiting for him to tell you his name.

"Ubbe, my eldest son and your future husband" answered Aslaug for him, interrupting the couple's small moment.

You nodded your head and slowly retrieved your hand from Ubbe's to hide it back.

"What's with the fabric?" asked Ivar from the end of the table.

"Ivar." Ubbe warned in a low tone.

"It's okay" you said smiling to yourself "My father believed that I should remain completely pure for my husband, so he will be the first to ever see me and touch me"

"No one has ever seen you?" asked Aslaug curious.

"No, my servants are blind and whoever tried to spy on me would be killed by my father" you explained slightly ashamed feeling the stares of those around you.

"And once I see you...will you be able to go around uncovered?" asked Ubbe worried.

"It's up to you I guess" you answered honestly.

"Then yes, after our wedding you'll be a completely free woman" he stated with no hesitation.

"Thank you" you said teary-eyed.

The meal started after the small conversation and you only watched them eat, as eating with your veil was extremely uncomfortable and unnecessary, you could eat in your private quarters later. Aslaug spent the whole meal talking about wedding preparation and ordering slaves around with tasks that needed to be completed immediately for the wedding to be celebrated in the next week. She ordered them to start collecting and hunting for the feast, buy fabrics for the dress, and even sent one of them to have several flower crowns made so the princess could decide on one. You felt a little overwhelmed hearing Aslaug barking orders back and forth without asking you or Ubbe about a single thing, but you chose to not say anything because you knew very well that deal or not the queen was capable of breaking the engagement if she saw you as a threat or as an inconvenience for her.

After the meal, you excused yourself to go eat in private and as you walked out you felt a hand softly taking a hold of your arm, stopping you.

"After you eat, may I take you out for a walk?" it was Ubbe.

You only nodded and continued walking to Bjorn's house since you were staying there until the wedding. You had your meal served and only when the servants left you took a seat and ate in silence enjoying your time uncovered. After eating you exited the house to go and look for Ubbe only to find him seating outside.

"You ready?"

"Yes"

He walked with you into the woods and to the place where he trained with his brothers. You saw the bows and eagerly made your way to them.

"Careful princess, you might hurt yourself" Ubbe said genuinely concerned.

"I know how to use a bow, it was one of the many lessons I had to endure" you giggled and picked it up feeling its weight.

You placed an arrow on the bow and quickly shot it hitting the corpse's eye, quickly reloading your weapon time after time until you managed to hit all six eyes of the three deers. Ubbe remained speechless watching you shoot awed by the way your delicate fingers tensed and released the bow, making such action look incredibly beautiful. He couldn't even see your face but your giggles were enough to make him dream of waking up to those same giggles and feeling your lips peppering his face with small kisses.

"What other weapons do you have here?" You questioned resting the bow in its original place.

"Uhh...what?" he woke from his daze shaking his head "oh, we have swords, axes, bows, and a couple of daggers" he answered finally processing her question.

"May I assume that you are good with all of them?" You inquired with a flirty smile only you could see, or well feel, on your face.

"I wouldn't want to sound cocky" he joked smirking a little "but seriously, me and my brothers do know how to use every weapon here" he added more seriously this time.

"How lucky, I was only allowed to learn how to use weapons that didn't need body contact or any close approach really" you muttered.

"You are exceptionally good with the bow and I bet that throwing daggers is also your forte" Ubbe smiled and reached for your hand taking it between his "but if it really matters to you, I will teach you how to fight once we are married, axes and swords included"

You smiled widely under your veil and jumped to hug him, placing your arms around his neck and hiding your covered face in the crook of his neck still smiling and without thought, you left a small cloth-covered kiss with a 'thank you' whispered against his skin. Ubbe felt his cheeks heat up at the contact as he placed his arms around your waist making sure his hands didn't move from a respectful area.

Ubbe and you had spent the whole week talking and going on walks through the woods whenever you both weren't needed by Aslaug for the planning of the wedding, and your love had blossomed surprisingly fast making both of you excited for your upcoming marriage.

It was finally the day of the wedding and you were having your dress tied up by your servants who blindly placed the crown on your head after having braided your hair, after years of practice they did a perfect job making you look impeccable even without the ability to see. You felt giddy and a little anxious while feeling the flower crown placed on your head above your veil, a veil you hoped would not be needed after that day.

You exited the hut you were getting ready in and walked to where Ubbe, his family, and your family were reunited. Once you got there, Ubbe walked over and held your hand as you walked to stand in front of your families. You exchanged swords and swore to the gods that you wanted this marriage, then you exchanged rings and splashed your faces with the sacrifices made to the gods.

Finally, the time for the kiss came and Ubbe carefully opened your veil (that for this occasion had a small slit in the middle to allow the groom easy access that didn't expose your face to the guests) and marveled at the sight in front of him when she looked up at him, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Grabbing your face as if you were made from the thinnest material he pulled your face to his and sealed your wedding with a sweet passionate contact that made you both forget about the world outside the veil.

At that moment Ubbe knew that the rest of his life would be spent loving, protecting, and caring for this woman whom he now called his wife and the children they would have in the future. And you were certain that the gods favored you because you could not imagine having a better husband 'forced' upon you.

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Hi! I had already uploaded this on Wattpad many years ago but I decided to move it here and I also edited it since my English has gotten much better after all those years, if you feel like you’ve read this maybe you did a long time ago with some differences. If you read it I appreciate you :)

#vikings #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson x reader #Ubbe ragnarsson imagine #ubbe x you #ubbe fanfiction #vikings ubbe #ubbe x reader #my writing

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Our Family

Description: After a long mission, Steve is forced to make an emergency landing and reveal a secret about Bucky not many people know.

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: mostly just fluff, some mentions of typical avengers injuries, mentions of pregnancy and having children, mentions of PTSD and anxiety

The more time that the Avengers spent around Bucky the more they had concluded that there was something a little off about him. He had always been so quiet and reserved, plus very secretive, always happy in his own company or with Steve. They had decidedly chalked it up to him just being from another era, crippled with PTSD and riddled with anxiety.

It seemed like Bucky would be away from the compound for long periods of time and when he was forced to be at the compound then he would be in a secluded space on his own or planning with Steve who seemed to be much more open to letting Bucky off-site than most others were comfortable with.

What seemed stranger was that each time they would bring it up with Bucky about his disappearances or shady behaviour he would brush them off and mutter something cruel about minding their own business and Steve would be very quick to defend his friend and explain that he didn’t need to explain about his whereabouts outside of the compound.

It had been an awfully long mission that just kept going wrong. There had been rumblings about a Hydra post that had popped up, so a portion of the Avengers had volunteered to go on the mission. They had been completely ambushed, Hydra had been more organised than they were anticipating and put up more of a fight than normal. They had won but it had been gruelling with a few injuries along the way.

It was a long ride home on the Quinjet and Steve was concerned as a strange light began to flash on the dash. He hit a few buttons and F.R.I.D.A.Y had informed him that there was an engine failure that was causing them to leak fuel excessively. There was no way that they were going to make it back to the compound before they were out and there were no nearby watchpoints where they could stop but they were certainly in an area of the country that Steve recognised.

“Bucky…” Steve said then as he glanced over his shoulder and motioned his friend forward to where he was steering. He took a moment to explain what F.R.I.D.A.Y had told him. Bucky hummed agreeing that they would need to stop somewhere to figure out what was wrong and refuel. “I know it isn’t ideal, but Buck we’re near-” It was then that Bucky recognised the land they were flying over. “No, Steve.” “Pal, we don’t have much of a choice here. We can’t keep going like this and we’ve got injured.”

The brunette then glanced over his shoulder at the rest of the group, Natasha was slumped over nursing her broken shoulder, Wanda was leaning heavily against Vision who held her exhausted frame in his strong arms, Sam was trying profusely to fix Red Wing with a fractured ankle and Tony was muttering little curses to himself whilst trying to repair one of the thrusters from his suit.

“Steve, I don’t know…” Bucky worried aloud but Steve was quick to assure him. “Buck, I’m not gonna let anything bad happen, alright? You have my word.” That was enough to get reluctant consent from his friend and Steve announced to the rest of them to hold on whilst he carefully brought the Quinjet to the ground in a seemingly empty field.

A frown formed on Sam’s features as Tony helped him to stand upright and they both walked down the Quinjet’s ramp. “Uh, where the hell are we, Rogers? Looks like the middle of nowhere…” Tony announced aloud before spotting a farmhouse in the distance and from that house was a couple of small children bounding across the field with a voice hollering at them from the home. “Incoming,” Tony warned, bracing himself for two kids who were obviously going to be fans of Ironman and maybe the Avengers but most definitely just him: Tony Stark.

As they got closer both the kids squealed in excitement before announcing in unison. “Daddy!” Both springing straight past Tony and the rest of the Avengers and into Bucky’s open arms as he knelt at the end of the ramp, accepting them into his arms with big hugs and long holds. “Daddy! You’re back early!” The boy said with excitement. “Mommy said you weren’t going to be back until tomorrow!” The girl added with just as much enthusiasm.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you early,” Bucky responded with ease giving them both big kisses and then saying. “C’mon, I think the more important question is why did you both think it was alright to run towards the big plan that stopped outside of our house?” He gifted them both a stern look. “I’m sure you gave your mommy a heart attack.” As if on cue you came into sight, hand caressing your swollen stomach and looking at the group that was standing outside of the Quinjet.

Bucky was standing in a moment, approaching you and cupping your face as he leaned forward and captured you in a deep kiss earning a couple disgruntled noises from the children. You pulled away in the next second before giggling. “It’s not as easy to chase after them with this one using my bladder as a trampoline.” You rested your hand over your pregnancy bump and Bucky rubbed it lovingly with his vibranum hand.

The kids were fawning around Steve now, hanging off the blonde and hugging him announcing to the rest of the Avengers that he was aware of this family that belonged to Bucky that was based seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

It was only then that Tony finally spoke up. “I am very confused.” Which made you finally glance in his direction, looking at the rest of the Avengers that had gathered and Natasha spoke next through the pain in her shoulder whilst being supported by Steve. “I’ve got a lot of questions.”

“I’m sorry. We’re being rude.” You brushed your hand softly against Bucky’s chest. “Let me show you to the house. I’ve got some supplies instead for when this one comes back after his missions.” You said softly. “C’mon, kids.” You lead them away from where they were staring at Vision in complete wonder and amazement.

“Guys, stop that,” Bucky told them with a smirk, snapping his fingers as if to pull them from their trance and watching as they sprint back in the direction of the house, squealing in delight and playing superheroes the whole way, making laser sounds, punching their fists in each other’s directions, and leaping energetically into the air.

For the adults with was a much slower walk back with Bucky helping his pregnant wife, Sam on his busted ankle and each of them being exhausted. As you reached the house you lead them into the kitchen where a bright white cat began to purr and circle Bucky’s legs affectionately. “Alpine.” He muttered lovingly scratching behind his ear before pulling out a chair for you to sit on.

“I need to know everything.” Natasha took a seat beside you at the kitchen table whilst Wanda moved to the other side. “Let me at least try and fix up your arm so you’re more comfortable whilst I talk…” You suggested before standing and moving across the room to grab the extensive first aid kid. “Buck, will you get the kettle on?” You asked lovingly before moving back towards the table.

Bucky was quick to move across the room and switching on the stove and placing the full kettle over the heat. The rest of the Avengers lingered in the kitchen as you began to work on setting up Natasha’s broken arm and replying. “What do you want to know?” You began softly.

“Why are we only now learning that Bucky has a wife and kids?” Tony asked but Steve was quick to respond to that question. “It’s not easy to have a family and be in the Avengers, especially with Bucky’s history. It seemed safer to keep quiet about all this. It was what we agreed to when Bucky joined us.” Bucky nodded and smiled so lovingly in your direction.

Sam asked then. “Where’d you two meet?” You spoke. “We met whilst I was travelling through Romania.” You gnawed on your lower lip. “It was in this little coffee shop and just sort of hit it off. I was supposed to move on from there but… Bucky persuaded me to stay and I never looked back.” You shrugged softly.

“And the kids?” Natasha quirked a brow which made you blush softly. “Rebecca is our oldest. We conceived her whilst we were living in Romania and then JJ came after whilst we were all living in Wakanda.” You huffed and shook your head before reaching down to caress your swollen stomach. “And this one was just after Bucky officially joined the Avengers.” You explained with ease.

Tony shook his head softly. “I can’t believe that you kept this from us, Rogers.” He said firmly, watching as Steve looked in wonder as JJ took great happiness in showing him a drawing he had done. “I was doing my friend a favour. He shouldn’t have to subject his family to living our lives.” He responded with an edge to his voice before passing the drawing back. “That’s so great, pal.”

As you finished up work on Natasha’s arm the rest of the Avengers seemed to make themselves busy around the house, some snooping but others getting some much needed shut eyes whilst Tony was just outside working on the problem with the Quinjet. You approached Bucky on the porch and wrapped your arm around him, sneaking under his vibranum arm and snuggling into his side.

“I’m sorry, doll.” He said softly, rubbing the bump that was carrying the baby you had both made soothingly. “You know I wouldn’t have bought them here unless I had to.” He glanced down at you making you smile so sweetly and rub his back in a caring way. “Buck, all I care about is that you’ve made it home safe.” You reminded him softly. “That’s all I’ve ever cared about that you make it home to your family.”

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Lavender dreams-(Anthony Bridgerton x OC)-Part 3/3

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A few hours had gone by when Simon finally showed up in Anthony’s room holding a small stack of papers in his hands.

“What is that?” Asked Anthony.

“The prenuptial agreement sent by her father that details her dowry, her dress allowance and some other important information” Antony didn’t even read the document and just signed it, he knew Lord Gillingham was an honest man and frankly he did not care about how much Grace’s dowry was. Simon didn’t have much else to say, he was responsible for finding her a match (thanks to his wife) and Anthony was the man Grace had clearly chosen, so the duke’s job was done.

“What about Lord Watts? Didn’t he propose?” Suddenly Anthony seemed to remember the reason for him to be out late at night in that tavern.

“No, he wanted to do it at his house, it was going to happen today” now Anthony felt a bit silly having been so upset over something that didn’t even happen “I already spoke with him and informed him that she had gotten engaged to you”

“I bet he wasn’t happy”

“He wasn’t, accused me of deceiving him but I simply explained that I was unaware of the deep feelings she held for you, and much less that you reciprocated them” It hadn’t been a pleasant conversation and Earl Watts had certainly been mad but the duke couldn’t do much, he hadn’t actually proposed so there was no real engagement.

Simon left soon after that and Anthony was left alone once again. Sometime later his mother entered accompanied with a maid that held a tray of food that she was prompt to leave by his bed before leaving Lady Bridgerton and her son alone.

“Are you here to congratulate me, mother?”

“Yes, but I’m also here ask what were you doing last night in such a horrid place?” His mother sat by his side and watched as he picked pieces of bread not wanting to answer.

“It is not important now”

“It is if it got you oh so terribly hurt”

“I was trying to drown my grieve in liquor and didn’t want anyone from the ton recognizing me” he chuckled, saying it out loud made him realize how foolish he had been “And I didn’t want to drink here in our home because I didn’t want any of you to see me like that”

“Grieving from what? Are you thinking about your father again?” She grabbed his hand and looked at him with pity.

“No, mother, I was grieving the loss of the woman I love”

“You better not be speaking about that singer Anthony Bridgerton“ she warned.

“Grace is the woman I love” it was the first time he had said that out loud and it felt good “I thought I had lost her after Earl Watts talked about asking for her hand in marriage”

“Oh son, if only you would’ve spoken up about your feelings, all of this could’ve been avoided” Violet recognized that maybe the sudden death of his father had made Anthony harsh and unwilling to love, so maybe him not speaking up about his feelings was just a result of all those years of emotional hardship.

“I know I was a fool, but I get a second chance and I’m not going to let her go now” her mother smiled at him and caressed his face, oh how quickly her children had grown up.

She sat with him planning the wedding and making a list of everything they needed to prepare for the ceremony, Anthony just watched her amused at her excitement. She continued like that for sometime, occasionally looking at her son to see if he was paying attention, he only nodded along thinking that this was maybe a conversation to be had between his mother and his future wife; speaking of which, how was she?

“Mother” he interrupted her mid sentence “Where is Grace? Shouldn’t you be having this conversation with her?”

“Her little adventure last night has made her terribly sick and she is resting now”

“Well did you call the doctor? Why did no one inform me of this? I must see her right now, make sure she is okay” he ignored the pain from his injuries as he stood up and hurried to put on proper clothes.

“You shouldn’t be up, son, just rest and tomorrow you may see her” Violet didn’t even know why she was trying to convince him, if her children had anything in common it was definitely their stubbornness.

“I mustn’t wait one more second before checking on her, she is my future wife and I won’t leave her alone when she needs me the most” he was struggling to get his clothes on so his mother gave up and called the footman so he could help her son get dressed, she also sent a maid to call the doctor because she knew her son would request his presence.

Once he was finally dressed and presentable, Anthony all but ran to Daphne’s old bedroom, were Grace was staying. He entered the room quietly, to not disturb her, and was saddened by what he saw. She had her eyes closed and looked as if she was asleep but a sudden spurt of violent coughing made her double over holding her chest with a pained expression, it was then when she noticed his presence.

“My lord!” Cough “You shouldn’t be” cough “Here”

“Shhh” he shushed her softly and helped her lay back down “I shouldn’t see my future wife when she is sick?” He chuckled watching as a deep blush crept up her already rosy cheeks.

“I- future wife?”

“Truly someone must’ve told you about me asking for your hand” he grabbed a nearby chair and sat by her bedside.

“I’m sorry to inform you that someone was yet to come bearing those news”

“Well then allow me to be the carrier of such joyous information, we are getting married” before she could speak, he continued “And yes, your father has been notified and will probably be on his way as soon as he gets the letter that I personally wrote”

“If I may ask, why did you asked for my hand? You mustn’t take pity on me for my foolish actions I-“ Anthony held both her hands and brought them to his chest.

“Worry not, my dear, I proposed because I have love for you and I want you to be my wife” he kissed her knuckles but frowned upon seeing her eyes fill with tears “Unless I read the situation wrong and you bear no feelings for me, if that is the case I couldn’t possibly force you to marry me” he let go of her hands and was standing up when a soft hand on his wrist stopped him.

“You did not misread anything, I do love you and” a fit of coughs stopped her and he patted her back waiting for it to subside “my foolish actions are a statement of just how deep my love runs”

Anthony smiled felling absolutely happy and at peace with where his life was at, his family was safe and he had found the perfect match for him to help him run their home and to give him an heir, while it was true he hadn’t intended to fall in love he wouldn’t complain now that he had found his love match. He knew it was inappropriate but the desire to feel her lips against his overcame him, he grabbed her cheeks and watched smug how her lips parted on their own accord, their faces were inches apart and just as he was about to kiss her he pulled apart with a concerned expression.

“Your skin is burning up” he confirmed this by pressing the back of his hand against her forehead “Have you seen a doctor yet?”

“Is just a cold Anthony, no need to call the doctor for that” Grace could kill him for teasing her like that, they were so close.

“Nonsense, I shall send for the doctor immediately”

“No need son, he’s here” Lady Bridgerton was glad her intuition was right.

The doctor entered and kicked everyone out the room. While he was in there, Anthony and his mother were waiting anxious outside. Violet watched her son try to mask how worried he was by standing completely still but his nervousness showed in the way he checked his watch every minute and how he seemed to lean against the door when muffled voices could be heard.

“She will be alright, son, it’s merely a cold she got from riding in the rain”

“I’ve seen grown men perish for less” he said it without thinking and immediately regretted it “I am terribly sorry, mother, I meant no harm with my harsh words”

“I know son” she squeezed his hand reassuring.

The doctor came out of the room and Anthony practically pounced on him to get answers.

“Your fiancé is quite all right, Lord Bridgerton” the doctor pretty much rolled his eyes at Anthony’s anxious behavior.

“‘Quite alright?’ She is coughing like she is dying!” his mother had to place a hand in his chest to refrain him from attacking the doctor.

“She is coughing like she has a cold, sir, I have given her another dose of the same concoction she drank yesterday and left extra doses for her to take every night and morning for the next week” after that the doctor excused himself and left.

Anthony wanted to believe that everything was well but given his history with loved ones he felt like something was wrong, he felt like that pretty much all the time but usually he’ll believe everything is fine in the name of logic and facts; but now it seemed impossible to ignore the bad feeling because even if it was small, the was a chance something might go wrong and he could lose her.

“She will be fine” Violet pulled her son form his inner turmoil of thoughts before it got too dark “Why don’t you go be with her?”

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The best way to top off the season is to do it with a wedding, and the union between of the most eligible bachelor and the diamond of the season was the best event to mark the end of the social season. Violet Bridgerton had outdone herself with the wedding party, there were so many flowers and decor that it looked like she had transferred Versailles to Lady Danbury’s house.

The groom and bride said their yes before a priest like any respectable couple of the highest levels of society. Anthony wanted to murder the priest for taking so long in the ceremony, he had waited months to finally kiss his bride and the man seemed to be taking ages with the ceremony. One would have thought that Anthony Bridgerton, the biggest rake in the ton, would not care for propriety and would’ve kissed his bride ages before the ceremony, and he did tried to but his mother knew of his intentions and made sure they were never left alone.

“You may kiss the bride”

The priest didn’t even get to finish before Anthony placed both hands on Grace’s face and kissing her deeply, so passionately that the priest had to interrupt by clearing his throat, reminding the couple of where they were. They pulled apart quickly and a deep blush covered Gigi’s cheeks, Anthony only chuckled taking her hand and walking her out of the church.

Anthony had decided, in favor of not inconveniencing his family, to ride with his wife to the London townhouse. On the way there he kissed her until her lips were swollen and red, later she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes before whispering

“Wake me up when we get home”

Finally Anthony had his own home, with a wife who would’ve bear children for him, children he would love just as much as his father did him.

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Dances came and went and Grace had saved a dance for Anthony in each and every one of them, but he had yet to ask her for an outing. Gigi supposed he was busy enough trying to get Eloise to go on at least one outing with one of the few men that passed his rigorous check but was it so hard to take her out for a walk in the park or perhaps to have some tea? It didn’t help that she had heard rumors of him meeting actresses every night with unholy purposes, but she held hope for the eldest Bridgerton because every time they danced she felt as if there was no one else on the dance floor with them, and every time they talked he pulled a smile from her even if seconds before she had been upset.

She had had some outings with a couple of gentlemen who were approved by Simon and Daphne, and even if they were fine, educated young men she felt nothing for them. She knew her time was cutting short as it was already the middle of the season and her father didn’t have much time left, but she hadn’t felt anything resembling love for any of her callers. She had, however, started a friendship with non-other than Colin Bridgerton, and this lead Lady Whistledown to speculate about a possible engagement between the pair. The truth was, Colin saw Gigi as a sister at most and she saw him as the brother she never had.

The possibility of Colin proposing was truly daunting to Lady Bridgerton as she knew this union would break Anthony’s heart and could potentially cause a rift between the brothers. She had taken notice of the way her eldest tensed whenever one of the girls read the latest Lady Whistledown and the young couple was mentioned, Colin would always scoff and remind everyone he had no intentions of getting engaged anytime soon but that did nothing to lessen the deep frown in Anthony’s face or his mother’s worry.

Anthony had been visiting the brothel more often in a poor attempt to forget about Gigi and also convincing himself that he would never be deserving of the girl’s love. He knew he needed a wife and he intended on marrying that very season, but the thought of Gigi suffering half as much with his death as his mother did when his father passed, refrained him from accepting his feelings and proposing. Despite his resolve to forget his feelings for her, he continued to dance with her at every ball and party. When they danced he felt as if he could stay there forever, twirling her in his arms and holding her as close as possible; they talked sometimes at these events and felt as if they had known each other their whole lives.

It was the day of the picnic and the Bridgerton family was excited after hearing from the eldest daughter that Lord Watts had informed her and her husband of his intentions to propose to Grace. He was an earl and he and Grace had had some successful outings.

Grace had no objections toward the young man apart from the fact that she bore no feelings for him whatsoever, but given her lack of time to worry on such silly matters, she chose to ignore that in favor of having the wedding her father wished for, and who knows? Maybe their love would sprout once they were married.

When Anthony heard the news he could almost hear his heartbreaking in half, a pain ten times bigger than the one he felt when Siena rejected him. He almost wanted to beg Colin to propose before Lord Watts had the chance, at least that way he would be able to still see her when the couple visited. He decided to skip the picnic and instead stayed at home reviewing the business to avoid having to watch the happy couple celebrating their future union.

The proposal didn’t occur at the event, Lord Watts was there and he did take Grace on a walk but he had made the decision to make a formal proposal at his family’s home the following day so he limited himself to invite Grace, the duke, the duchess, and Lady Bridgerton to his house for tea. The invitation was accepted and the picnic continued without much excitement. The Duke's family left first because baby A was behaving quite fussy and her mother suspected it was due to the unforgiving sun beaming down on them; soon after the Bridgertons left due to a menacing black cloud that darkened the festivities.

Night and storm had fallen upon Lady Danbury’s home when a nervous messenger knocked urgently on the state’s door. Mr. Lock, the butler, had opened the door.

“How can I help-”

“Lord Bridgerton’s carriage was robbed and he is terribly hurt!” The young man had yelled the message hoping the duchess would hear him “Lady Bridgerton urges the presence of her eldest daughter in this uncertain times”

Grace had been the one to hear the messenger’s words and she felt panic take hold of her body. She ran to the door and demanded a horse be readied for her, the butler refused to let her go alone into the rain and advised her to wait until the carriage was ready. At his refusal, she chose to forget decorum and took the messenger's horse and rode it into the storm. The duke and duchess had heard the commotion and ordered the footman to ready the carriage at once.

Grace rode to the Bridgerton household in record time and when she got there she rode straight into the nearby stables, dropped the horse, and ran to the home’s door. Lady Bridgerton opened with teary eyes expecting to see Daphne and let a gasp when instead of her eldest daughter she saw the soaked figure of Grace Gillingham standing at her doorstep.

“Where is he?” That was all the girl said.

“Upstairs, the doctor is seeing him in his bedroom”

The woman barely finished her sentence before the younger girl pushed past her and ran up the stairs, politeness be dammed. She found Benedict passing by Anthony’s door and before she could ask about the man’s condition a pained scream tore through the wood. She gasped as if she felt his pain and fresh tears ran down her cheeks.

“The doctor said his injuries are extensive but not life-threatening” Benedict said it trying to calm the poor girl down but her sobs remained the same, “he said it would take a while, maybe you should go get changed into some dry clothes, surely Eloise can lend you some”

“I’m not leaving this door until I see with my own eyes that he is well”

Benedict only nodded and watched her seat on the floor with her back against the wall, right across the door. Daphne arrived not long after and she too tried to convince Grace to change out of her soaked clothing or to at least drink some hot tea while they waited but the girl refused

“I will be fine” was all she had said through gritted teeth and blue lips.

Hours passed and every once in a while a pained clamor would leave the room, Benedict watched how each sound made a fresh wave of tears fall from Gigi’s eyes. The wait was long and soon Benedict found himself nodding off against the wall, only to be suddenly awakened by the door opening, Grace barely waited for the doctor to exit the room before running inside and kneeling at Anthony’s bedside, taking his hand between hers and looking at his face with relief when hearing taking notice of his breathing and the pulsing of his heart.

“He’ll need lots of rest to properly heal his wounds but he will make a full recovery” the doctor took one look at Grace and shook his head with a smile “Give this to her as soon as you can” he said as he handed Benedict a vial with a yellowish liquid.

“What is this concoction?”

“It will help her fever and lessen her cold symptoms” he explained “If she looks abnormally flushed or agitated, call me immediately”

Anthony thought he had never felt pain as bad as when the doctor had healed his wounds but seeing Grace’s feverish form sleeping uncomfortably in a chair at his bedside hurt more than whatever he felt the night prior. He saw her pale skin and red cheeks that hinted towards a fever, and her labored breathing pointed to a terrible cold, his hand was resting between hers and he marveled at how small they looked around his. He saw Benedict enter the room and questioned him about her presence.

“She rode on a stolen horse in the middle of a storm to be by your side, brother” Benedict chuckled at his brother’s astonished expression, knowing his surprise would only grow “She pushed past mother, entered the house uninvited, sat on the floor in the hallway and refused to move until she knew you were alright” he pointed to her reddened cheeks and continued “She didn’t even change out of her soaked dress until she saw you with her own eyes, the poor thing caught a terrible cold and only accepted to take the medicine and the change of clothes if we allowed her to stay here by your side”

Anthony felt his heart explode with love for the girl, the feelings so strong his eyes glossed with unshed tears. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such an angel loving him so much, and he only hoped he could make her feel half as loved as he felt at that very moment. He had to admit he was angered by her reckless behavior but the love overshadowed his protective feelings...until he saw her being woken up by a sudden fit of horribly sounding cough. He watched as she fought to regain her breath and was ready to chastise her until he noticed the way she looked at him, with so much love and so much relief he forgot what he was going to say.

“You’re awake,” she said simply, processing “You are awake!” Once processed the information had caused her tremendous joy and she jumped to embrace him, only to jump back when she heard his quiet complaint from the pressure put on his recent wounds “I apologize Lord Bridgerton, in my excitement, I seem to have forgotten about your injuries”

“No need to apologize, love” the pet name just flew past his lips, catching them both by surprise “You must go to get some proper rest now, you are sick and tired, we’ll talk later about the poor decisions you took yesterday”

Grace only nodded and without thinking took his hand and kissed his palm before leaving to finally get some rest on an actual bed.

“Fetch the Duke of Hastings for me, Benedict, I have a proposal to make”

PART 3

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