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chwrpg · 6 months

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EDWIN "TEDDY" LAFUENTE. rock star; twenty-one. xolo maridueña. OPEN.

and, as ted logan once said: “All we are is dust in the wind, dude.”

BEFORE THE PARTY

Edwin LaFuente— more commonly known by the nickname given to him by his legion of fans, Teddy might not be the brightest light bulb in the tool shed. No, that wasn't leading to a but. He's not exactly academically gifted and he'd be the first to let you know, although there's a variety of other things Teddy did very well. For one, his knack to perfectly assess someone's zodiac sign, it was almost freaky how well he could take one look at someone and know exactly what their sign was. His ability to never have a bad hair day. There wasn't a day those perfectly perfect curls on his head weren't perfect. And the worst part, he didn't even try. Not to mention, he'd been a star soccer player for a spell during his tenure at the famed Rosewood Academy, in fact that's what had allowed him to attend the school. Not that he stuck to it given that his true love had been one thing and one thing only. Music. Sure, his abilities on the field had been his golden ticket but music had been what fed his soul. For as long as he could remember ( a shocker he'd retained these moment given memory wasn't a thing Teddy was known for ) Teddy had a knack for music. A talent that his mother and father had stood divided on. See, his father believed in nurturing his god given talent whilst his mother didn't want her son to end up a lowly busker, singing his shoulda, woulda, coulda's for some spare change. She wanted him to thrive, to have a better life than the one she and her husband had. So she pushed for him to excel at things that would get him further ahead, academics and athletics but Teddy rejected these things at every pass— his father taking note of this pushback and instead fed his love for music. He'd get his son the latest Weezer record as he enjoyed the whimsy of their lyrics. He took Teddy to guitar lessons, as an incentive to get his son to try to placate his mother and it'd definitely worked. But he wasn't cut out for the Troy Bolton life. So as soon as he could, he devoted his entire life to the one thing he loved. Music. His passion soon translated to success, as he'd caught the attention of his classmate and fellow music aficionado— Benny Peleke. And the rest was as they say, history. The two couldn't be more different on paper; Benny having came from an affluent background, Teddy having not. Benny actually cared about his grades, whilst Teddy only cared because he didn't want to hear it from his mama. Benny had charm and charisma in droves, Teddy still got tongue tied at the mere thought of asking someone for their number. But what did they have in common? Their love for music. With Benny's knowledge in marketing and social media combined with Ted's talent, the two knew they had something. Benny then suggested that his main squeeze, Penny Lane sing vocals on their tracks. When the three came together, it'd been lightening in a bottle. Their name, their music instantly becoming inescapable. Soon, in came the accolades, the fame and by his side, his best friend. The person who'd made all of his dreams become a reality. He'd been able to do what he loved for a boat load of money, whilst making both of his parents proud of him. All was righteous in his world. Well... that was until Penny Lane had decided she was better off a solo act.

DURING THE PARTY

What was going to become of Benny and him? Like yeah, they would probably continue as a duo, and he wouldn't complain about that because he'd get to keep rocking out with his best bud... but it wasn't like neither one of them were lyricists. All those words, that was all Penny Lane's doing. He couldn't even begin to fathom how to put together a song. As Teddy continued to think about how different things were about to be for Benny and himself, he felt his mood start to mellow and that was the last thing he needed. No, what Benny and him needed was a good ol' night out. Something to simulate the mind, maybe that'll get words flowing out of the two of them. And luckily, they were back home in Rosewood, where every night was essentially a party. So he went about picking up their pre-party essentials, in hopes of getting Benny out of the funk he'd found himself post break up. Which he totally got, his main guy had just gotten his heart broken into a gazillion little pieces— but between us, Teddy had always thought Benny was way too good for Penny Lane, so he was going to do everything in his power to lift him back up. As he'd stepped out of the local supermarket, munchies in hand– he found himself blinded by a stray piece of paper. He reached up to remove it from his face, ready to toss it in the trash ( Teddy was strictly anti-litter) but curiosity got the best of him and he decided to read what was on it. That decision being one that Teddy would always be grateful for as the piece of paper was a flyer, one that was seeking band mates. A certain, Cliff Saito was looking to put together a band and well, Benny and himself were out a band member so perhaps... they were exactly what each other needed.

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#teddy lafuente #ted logan #bill and ted's excellent adventure #openm #xolo maridueña

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yellowflowerbub · 2 years

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KINKTOBER

.kinktober.masterlist.

DAY 5: Roleplay - The Act Of Acting Out A Scene Or Fantasy

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. exploring kinks with your boyfriend

wordcount. 1.6k+

pairing(s). kento nanami x afab!fem!reader

warning(s). porn with plot, roleplaying, porn with a bit of plot, kitchen sex, counter sex, kissing, foreplay, teasing, nanami and reader are dorks

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"Would you be interested in something like roleplay?"

A bit straight forward but there was no real point in beating around the bush. The both of you were very open with each other so something like discussing kinks had no real shame or embarrassment attached to them. However, the straightforward nature of the both of you can still catch you both off guard, that evident from the visible rose color on your partners cheeks.

"I've never tried something like that," Nanami frowns slightly, "But I wouldn't be opposed to it. I'm... willing to try."

You started to feel your own face heat up as well. "Do you have anything in mind?" You ask.

He chuckles a bit, "I was just about to ask you the same."

"Well, it doesn't have to be anything like super kinky. We are just testing it out." You lean back into your chair and look at him. You wanted him to be the one to suggest an idea. You'd do whatever he asked of you but that was just the thing, he didn't ask for much. The only way he could request something of you is if you led him to it.

"Have you ever thought about... me not being your partner? Like a um, maid or something."

"I don't think I have."

"Okayyy, what about a co-worker type thing? Or I could be your sexy boss? Or you could be my sexy boss~" You wink at him. He shifts in his seat.

"No… It reminds me a bit too much of my old job. At the office."

"What about... married life?"

"I uh. Um." He stutters, shifting in his seat a bit more.

Bingo

"I can pretend to be your little housewife waiting for you when you get home. House is clean.. Dishes are done.. All I have left is to wait for you to come home and ruin me. How does that sound?"

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You stood at the kitchen sink, bent over a bit to better scrub the dishes in your hand. A white apron tied snug around your body with nothing else on but your underwear.

The front doors lock clicks and the doorknob turns as the door opens, revealing your "husband" dressed in his usual suit. You turn your head back to focus on the dishes as a shiver runs through your body in excitement. Behind you, you could make out the sounds of him laying his briefcase on the floor, putting away his shoes and pulling his suit jacket from his upper body with a hefty sigh.

You decide to speak up, "Good evening, love. How was your day?"

God. He thought. Nothing had even happened yet but the sight of you as the first thing he sees coming home made his pants feel a lot tighter than usual. Like he was some teenage boy that had never seen a woman before, not a grown man who'd been in a relationship for a year and some change.

He swallows, attempting to gather what composure he had left in him. "My day... it was.." He thinks for a moment trying to recollect his memory of the events that occurred. "..fine. As good as it'll get."

You set a dish down and turn to lean on the glossy countertop, the suds and bubbles from your gloves making it a bit wet. You slowly run your tongue over your lips before looking up at Kento through your eyelashes, batting them at him to tease him as he stands on the opposite side of the kitchen's island. He gazed at you in awe, shocked you really went all out in a pretend setting just to help him get his rocks off. The effort you put into genuinely working to please him, to feed into his silly fantasy made him so antsy. The excitement he felt argued with the remaining patience he possessed to ruin the scenario and chase his pleasure. Nanami however wanted to entertain the fantasy a bit more.

"I just... I couldn't wait to come home and see my wife. My lovely wife." The name made his stomach churn, it was almost exhilarating.

"Mmm." You hum. Your legs lead you to Kento, hands falling from the counter top to your sides as your hips sway with every step. His mouth goes dry watching you. "Love, come to me. Please."

His hands drift to your lower back as soon you reach him with his thumbs rubbing your sides. Just as soon as you’re chest to chest with one another you bring him into a kiss, guiding him by his silky blond hair. Your hands dragged down his body, your fingers tracing over every dip and curvature of his broad and muscular shoulders, tracing down the slope of his collarbone to his large pectorals that flexed under your touch.

With your lips still attached you slowly rid him of his button down collared shirt and let it drift to the floor. His bare skin now exposed, you continued to feel up his body, his flesh already hot to the touch. "Come. Up on the counter." He breathlessly guided you, lifting you by your hips to assist you in sitting on the marble countertop. His gentle fingers looped around your underwear as he slid them down your moisturized legs, shivers arising on your skin when you felt the feathery touch of the fabric flow down your body. Along with it came Kento's puffy lips kissing down your leg as to silently praise your figure.

When he returns to your face your tongues intertwine, moving around each other as you gasp in his mouth when a stray finger comes to your now bare pussy. He rubs it lightly, barely applying any real pressure making your hips move into him. "What do you want? Tell me."

You seeth through your teeth at a sudden pressure change, completely forgetting what Nanami said to you as you bucked into him.

"C'mon. Speak for me, my love." He whispers.

You gasp then speak, "I want- I want you Kento. Inside me, please."

Almost instantly, his pants were discarded, thrown somewhere to be forgotten. His unbuttoned shirt however stayed on him. Whether it was purposeful or not, his striped sleeves being rolled up over his forearms made you clench a bit.

His boxers were also quickly rid of. His cock now out in front you with its tip drooling with arousal. A groan erupts from his throat when he slides into you, your cunt so wet it felt as though you were purposefully sucking him in.

Slow and deep thrusts began as Kento found a pace that eased your walls. His blond hair fell out of place and onto his forehead. Each huff he puffed blew the hair stand up before they fell back down. His eyes were slightly cracked open with his brows in a deep furrow. His cheeks were as flushed as if he'd been drinking and his mouth hung open as he steadily breathed. He looked ethereal when he was in a state of need for you.

Pulling out suddenly, he flips you over, your exposed back facing his chest now. Your hips met Kento's as nipped at your shoulder, with his pointed nose delved into the crook of your neck. His pace sped at the new position. Holding your hips he reached new corners of your vagina. Spongy walls pulsating around his cock at all angles as huffed in your ear, an occasional whine blessing you.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, rubbing against every part of your walls, balls slapping against your quavering folds with every rough thrust he gave. You felt Kento's breath stagger on the back of your neck and his tired hips stuttered. You felt his pace progressively become more animalistic, hammering away at your quivering cunt. His hand traveled up your body, stopping to grope your breasts through the apron's fabric before continuing and wrapping his strong hand around your throat, pulling your body back into his hips. Everything felt so erotic, so stimulating that you could just go limp in his arms and let him fold you in any way he pleased.

Your body felt heavier as you neared your edge. Your arms weaken as euphoria crept up your shaken body. Your moans and all the lewd sounds your body created reverberated in the room, bouncing off the kitchens walls and back into your own ears. You catch your reflection in the stove across from you. You saw how far out Nanami pulled his penis and how deep he drove it back in. How tightly you clamped around him and how he reacted to each and every sudden squeeze of your cunt. All that you could feel on your body and inside you, you could see on display in front of you.

Your puffy clit felt numb in pleasure making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. Nanami's dick pulsating inside of you, his balls feeling heavy as they tightened. You gripped the countertop's edge for dear life with all the strength you could muster, your knees aching under you while the rest of your legs had no feeling left in them. Nanami chest heaved as oxygen felt harder to gather. His stomach churned from the erotic sounds that echoed throughout the kitchen as he swallowed from the rasp of his groans.

Finally the both of you came, euphoric pleasure completely blinding you, ripping a hearty moan from your throat. Relief washed over him making chills run down every inch of his muscular body. The sigh he let out had only one thought racking through his brain.

We have to do this again.

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a/n: i feel like i didn’t indulge in the roleplay part of this as much as i should’ve. honestly a missed opportunity to refer to nanami as hubby. Also sorry for the abrupt ending, i wasn’t really sure how to end this one

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homesweetnothings · 2 years

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fickle hearts | astoria greengrass

astoria greengrass x reader

cw: angst!!

She promised her heart would always belong to you, her first love, even when she was with him.

It was a cold and rainy night when she showed up on your doorstep, soaking wet and with a goodbye prepared. You could tell from the look in her eyes that she'd chosen him. Draco. The poster-boy pureblood who'd make her family proud.

You couldn't shake the tightness in your chest, the jealousy, the despair. You'd been friends with her since Hogwarts, not Draco- he didn't even know she existed until their parents decided to play matchmaker. You comforted her through her darkest days and showed her that she could still smile. And that her smile was absolutely stunning.

You remembered the first time she kissed you, it was New Year's Eve, and you were both tipsy from the firewhiskey you'd stolen from her parents. It was a blur of soft jazz music and laughter; you don't remember how it happened, but you do remember her soft lips on yours. You tasted a mix of vanilla and firewhiskey on your tongue and ran your fingers through her soft brown curls.

But now the only taste on Astoria's tongue was a bitter one from the words she was preparing to say.

"Y/n-" Astoria stood there awkwardly, not quite sure how to proceed. She was in an awkward limbo, and she didn't know if she should be cold and heartless or tell you how much she loved you- she didn't know which would hurt you less. She took a step forward before pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace, "I'm so sorry. I wish it didn't have to be like this. But you know that I can't break my family's heart. “

She couldn't break her family's heart, so she decided to break yours instead. You understood- Astoria had always been close to her family; she was a sickly child so she'd always valued close family bonds. It would crush her if her family cut off ties with her, she wouldn't be able to handle it, and you wouldn't be the one to force her.

Your arms were stiff by your side before you melted into her touch, wrapping your arms around her, "I know, it's ok. You have nothing to apologize for, I understand," you pulled away from the hug and kissed her forehead. There was no need to make this hurt any more than it already would.

"You have shown me such kindness and adventures full of fun, but mostly you have shown me how to truly love someone. I will always keep you in my heart, Astoria," flashbacks of your late nights dancing in her dorm and sneaking into the kitchens for hot chocolate came to your mind.

Astoria looked into your eyes, and she felt her knees give in, how could she live without seeing your warm eyes every morning? Astoria leaned in a little, hesitant, but you didn't hesitate to close the gap between you. She pulled on the fabric of your sweater, desperate to bring you as close as possible.

You pushed her away gently, and when she tried to pull you closer, you stepped away, "I love you, but I can't do this."

"Please, I don't know what I'd do without you," Astoria cried. But she'd made her decision, and you both had to live with that. You closed your eyes and shook your head, you couldn't do this again.

"One more kiss? Please. You never know it's your last until it's too late."

You leaned in for a soft kiss,"Goodbye, Astoria."

#harry potter x reader #astoria greengrass x reader #sapphic harry potter #wlw fanfiction

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gyucore · 3 years

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to reach a happy ending

pairing: beomgyu x reader

tags: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 1.6k

warnings: beomgyu swears like once

prompts:

017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."

023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

— requested by ⛅ anon! sorry this took so long to make. i hope you like it!! ♡

"Ew, look at this." You hand the dusty old photo album to Beomgyu who's sprawled across the floor by your side.

"Wait—" He stops you, rolling away before letting out a sneeze so loud that it managed to echo off the dusty untouched walls of his old room. The poor guy couldn't help it, his room hadn't been cleaned since he moved out in the middle of high school, and his mom preferred to keep things as they were— dust and all. You wonder if it was simply an excuse to clean one less room.

Beomgyu did say he had dropped in yesterday without notice. You'd think he'd want to spend some quality time with his parents first, but he'd decided to invite you over after spending a single night under this roof. Having heard nothing but radio silence from your best friend in years, you were thrilled to get to see him again. And what better way to shed off the ever present awkwardness in the beginning than to go through old photo albums?

"Okay, show me." Beomgyu rolls back to your side, scooting in closer to rest his head on your lap.

You turn the photo album, pointing at one photo in particular of you and Beomgyu dressed as a knight and damsel in distress— Beomgyu playing the role of the latter. Contrary to the roles, you were pummeling Beomgyu to the ground as if having caught a thief, and Beomgyu was shoving his handkerchief to your face, blocking your eyesight. The context behind the photograph alludes you, but this might just be a case of seven-year-olds doing whatever they want whenever.

"The fuck you mean ew? I look great in that dress!" Frowning, Beomgyu grabs the album to stare longer at his past self's glory.

"Lying to yourself isn't good for you, Gyu." You jokingly disapprove. It was fun seeing his reactions right after.

"Oh, look at these."

Beomgyu points at a photo of you and him on stage, wearing the same costumes as before. You figured it was for a play back in first grade when you two had been classmates. The next series of photos included one of you holding out a sword towards a kid in a cheap dragon costume, one of Beomgyu holding back his tears after tripping over and ripping his dress, and ones of you rushing to Beomgyu and kissing away his tears.

"This takes me back." Beomgyu lights up with a smile, failing to notice the surprise on your face. "Remember when your mom made us believe that kissing any injuries we had would make it go away? I knew you wanted to help me back then but I couldn't stop crying and tell you were it hurt, so you started kissing all over my face hoping it'd go away."

You find yourself laughing at your past self's foolishness. "But did it work?" You ask in between laughs.

"Well," Beomgyu chuckles, getting up from his position on your lap. "I don't think it would've worked if another person had done it. But since it was you— Wait." He takes one last look at the album, letting slip a wheeze before placing it back in its box. "Mom wrote something right below the photo."

"What did she write?" You ask, holding out your hands for Beomgyu to grab.

"A fairy tale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face." Beomgyu tells you as he helps you up, trying his best to keep a straight face after delivering that line.

The two of you burst into laughter at his mother's words. You knew she'd been fond of fairy tales all her life but the caption was taking you out. Beomgyu was literally crying in the photo yet somehow this, to her, was a happy ending.

You eventually take notice of all the photos plastered around his room, some framed, and some simply stuck to the walls— memories of happier times. Most were of you and him, and in some, just you. He'd shown off the Polaroid camera his mother bought for him in seventh grade, proclaiming he'd only take photos of moments he'd want to keep in his memory forever. It never actually crossed your mind that a lot of them would be of you.

Beomgyu notices your wandering eyes and chuckles, placing an arm around your shoulder. The distance between you shrinks as he holds you closer. And at that moment, you take note of everything that's changed.

He'd gotten taller since the last time you saw him. Gone was the lanky boy you knew, evident in the way his muscles flexed with every small movement you wish you hadn't noticed. Beomgyu had grown his hair out; the thick, wavy locks tucked behind his ears, covering the back of his neck. The deepness of his voice had been a surprise when he greeted you at the door earlier, but you held back from pointing it out.

You feared that if you acknowledged all the changes, you'd be forced to face reality. That things weren't the same anymore, no matter how hard you tried. After all, Beomgyu wasn't the only one who changed. You had quite the few character development arcs yourself, and experiences which Beomgyu remained oblivious of. And somehow despite that, in his presence, you started to feel like your old self again.

Beomgyu's invitation had come as a surprise last night. You thought he'd forgotten about you, what with all the silence these past few years.

Life continued on as it should even without Beomgyu by your side, but you could argue that all the amazing experiences you've had on your own would've been better if he were there to experience it with you. And now here you were in his old room, pretending everything was the same as he'd left it.

You look up at your old friend, wanting to tell him what had been plaguing your thoughts the entire day but find yourself tongue tied when his dark eyes stare back into your own. And you wonder, how many times had it been that you'd stared into each other's eyes just like this? How many times had he pulled you close into his arms all those years? And just how many nights had you spent wondering if your feelings for him had grown into something more?

"I missed you." Beomgyu speaks first, his gaze never faltering.

Hearing his voice, you swear you could've melted right then and there. Part of you had wished he'd tell you those exact words, confirming that it hadn't been just you who'd been wanting to see him all these years.

"I missed you too."

Beomgyu could only smile at your response.

His arm leaves your shoulder— hands slowly finding their way to your own. His hold was gentle as he slowly guided you to face him.

"Don't laugh, but," Beomgyu starts. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"Love at fir—"

The question throws you off.

"What?"

"I heard you the first time!" You cut him off, wanting so bad to cover your face from the secondhand embarrassment. "I can't believe you just said that. What even happened to you in college?"

"Hey! At least hear me out before you make fun of me." Beomgyu bursts out laughing at your reaction, his thumbs caressing the back of your hands to help you calm down. "Judging from your reaction, I'm guessing your answer is a no. And I honestly felt the same too until a few hours back."

"Okay, you lost me there."

"Shut up. What I'm saying is," Beomgyu squeezes your hands, leaning in closer. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch the last few years. I had a lot of trouble adjusting, and it took a while for me to really get the hang of living alone. I wanted to talk to you as soon as I got there but then I thought that maybe it would've been better for you if I left you to live your own life for a while too."

"Beomgyu.." You squeeze his hands back, sensing the sincerity in his eyes.

Beomgyu shakes his head. "I know this sounds silly and all, but I didn't want you to feel the emptiness I felt when I left. I wanted you to go and make experiences of your own without me."

You frown, refraining to speak until he's done.

"But then I couldn't stop thinking about you. Everywhere I went, I'd think of you and how the place would've been better if we got to hang out there together. Every time I had fun or ate something that tasted good, I wanted you to share the experience with me."

Beomgyu sighs. "Honestly, I thought I could make it through my visit home without seeing you but I passed by your house on my way home yesterday and I just.. I couldn't hold back. And when I saw you for the first time in years at the front of my doorstep.. I knew I had to tell you."

Half of you knew what to expect, and the other half doubted the reality of the situation. But all the doubts instantly melt away as soon as Beomgyu closed the distance between you, pressing your foreheads together.

Face flushed, you stare at him in awe and notice he had his eyes closed shut. "Cute." You thought.

He whispers in a voice so quiet you could barely hear.

"I like you."

You couldn't hold it in any longer, the rush of emotions crashing into you like raging waves against a cliff. The next moment, you find yourself inching closer and closer, face heating up even more as you press your lips against his as a reply.

Beomgyu's eyes widen, body freezing in place. He hadn't exactly expected you to respond so soon, especially not like this. And he couldn't be happier.

You feel Beomgyu returning the kiss, his hands going up to cup your face— his hold gentle. The two of you wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment for as long as life permits, because for once, you could finally see the path to your happily ever after slowly unraveling.

This was just the beginning.

#txt #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fic #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu oneshot #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu fluff

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mo-mo-and-porkchop · 5 years

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Freedom is a state of mind

Vikings Fan Fiction

Chapter 7 (Chapter 6 here)

*I do not own any part of the Canon Vikings characters. It is simply my interpretation. I make no profit off of this.

**I do own the original characters and everything associated with them.

((This is my first attempt at this. Hope you enjoy. A special thanks to @ragnarsscn for help with the inspiration for this work.))

Tagging for updates: @whenimaunicorn , @captstefanbrandt , @kenzieam , @mblaqgi , @wish-i-was-a-mermaid , @microsmacrosandneedles , @babeyouareenough

He pushed the extra bowl of food her way and went back to his own food. He wasn't naive to the amount of sustenance thralls were allowed to enjoy and she would be no good to him if she starved to death before their first lesson.

Her cheeks warmed to a soft, rosy flush and she hesitated slightly before pulling the bowl the rest of the way toward her.

She didn't mind the kindness. In fact she welcomed it to his usual irritability. It just felt a little odd being treated so nicely by him. Until now Ivar hardly paid her any attention, and it admittedly unnerved her, but her stomach hadn't been full since her capture and the stew smelled delicious.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

Ivar paused, his spoon idly stirring the contents of his bowl. He was unfamiliar with the gratitude, but it felt good. He smirked to himself and savored the feeling a moment longer.

"Now," he said returning his behavior to normal. "Tell me what you know already."

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As she lay in bed that night, the day's events ran through her mind. Everything had been so...unexpected. Ehrlana knew Ivar must have an ulterior motive for his sudden interest in her, but nothing he had done pointed to a reason. She was nothing than a slave. No one to him. He'd made that point clear to her more than once.

So why was she now?

Her mind raced as she tried to figure out his game; coming up empty each time.

"....meet me," a voice drifted to her ears.

"Hmm?" she asked as she sat up, a small shiver running up her spine as she was brought back to reality.

"You did not meet me," he restated.

"I'm sorry," she apologized when she saw it had been Declan who'd interrupted her thoughts. After Ivar's request her mind had been in a fog the rest of the day. She had complete forgotten the two shared plans.

"It has been an odd day," she admitted freely.

"What happened?" he asked concerned.

She looked at him sympathetically. Telling him was going to difficult. The two had grown close since her arrival; a welcome side effect to their enslavement. He would be devastated and she could see no way around hurting him.

"I do not need your help anymore," she said with a sorrowful sigh. "At least not with their tongue."

"What?" Declan replied quietly. He did his best to hide the sudden surge of fear coursing through him. "What do you mean you do not need me?"

"Ivar has taken notice of my new ability to speak and has decided he is better suited to be my teacher," she explained, still not yet over her own surprise.

"What?! What do you mean Ivar wants to teach you?! You are a slave!" he exclaimed defensively before he could stop himself.

He rose and began to pace the floor; his mind already assuming the unknown details. It was evident his argument was with Ivar, not Ehrlana. And even though his misguided words showed he cared for her, she was still offended that he believed no one other than Declan would see her worth here.

"Only here am I just a slave," she reminded him firmly.

"You are right," he replied realizing his misstep. "But you can not trust him. Ivar never does anything out of kindness. He always has a reason," he continued much more calmly, though she could hear the pleading in his voice.

"I am not a fool. Save for you I trust no one here," she replied. His relief was obvious.

"Then why has he decided he is better suited to teach you than me?" he asked defeated.

Declan had been doing his best to hide his hurt, but his last remark couldn't contain it. At the very least it felt good to have someone other than her brothers become attached to her. Ehrlana managed a small smirk, enjoying the moment before her caught sight of it.

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "But he owns me..."

"Only because you allow it," Declan cut in.

"He owns me and I can not deny him. Doing so will only anger him and nothing good will come of it."

He hated to admit it, but she was right. He knew if Ivar gave her an order, as a slave, she was expected to follow it. No matter how opposed to it she was. This was not home and she was afforded no protection from the young prince's wrath should she disobey. The only way around it was to reveal her true identity and that would only lead to worse; for both Ehrlana and the people she worked to protect.

Declan looked to her, full of worry - his eyes still silently pleading for her to reconsider. "I will be fine," she tried to reassure him.

He risked reaching out and gently held her cheek, his thumb caressing the scar just beneath her eye. The scar she still vehemently denied had been given to her purposefully. "How can you be so sure?" he asked, his implications understood.

She thought back to the day's events and the way Ivar had been with her upon realizing her growing fluency. How he hadn't immediately lashed out or grew angry. How he had actually shown some form of kindness sharing his meal with her. This was not the Ivar she or anyone had grown to know, but oddly she wished for more. Her curiosity was winning out on this.

Gently removing his hand and holding it she gave him a soft smile. "I just am." Her brow furrowed in slight surprise at her steadfast belief that no harm was going to befall her during her time with Ivar. "You must trust me," she said with a squeeze of his hand. "Should anything happen or my beliefs change, you will be the first to know," she continued in offerance when she saw he was still undecided about things.

"The absolute first," he agreed, returning the squeeze.

"I swear it. And do not worry," she added, letting go of his hand and laying back down on her bed. "Spending my time with Ivar does not mean I will abandon you. You are my only friend and not even Ivar the Boneless can take that away."

He tried to share in her resolution, but he couldn't help but feel this was it for them. Even though she was no one's wife and had no intimate ties to Ivar, the young prince was not accustomed to sharing. He'd killed another when he was young over play and rumor had it he had attempted to kill Margrethe when their shared evening didn't go as planned. No matter how sure she was of her safety Declan would continue to keep an eye out. There was no telling what would come of this unexpected alliance.

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Sleep had done little to calm her nerves and she rose just before the sun. Ehrlana was a mix of emotion as she made her way to the great hall. Her feet were heavy with doubt, trying their best to stop her from moving. Her skin crawled with chills as the spring breeze blew across her, forcing her to hug herself for warmth. Her heart raced with excitement the closer she got. Her mind raced with the possible meaning behind his sudden interest, but she soon brought herself back to reality when her steps finally made it to her destination.

The hall was largely empty; slaves always the first to arrive. The smell of food drifted through the air and slowly the King's family emerged from their slumber. They shuffled to the main table. First Ubbe. Then Sigurd. The Queen trailed behind the two, followed by Hvitserk - the least awake of the three.

She wondered if any of then knew of her arrangement with Ivar.

Before she could speculate further a sleepy voice broke through the silence. "Ivar is enn að sofa," Hvitserk said yawning widely and stretching. He hugged himself against the cool morning air blowing through the hall. "You ættir að vekja him áður he missir dagbók. He is miklu angrier if he borðar eat," he chuckled halfheartedly as one more yawn escaped him.

Ehrlana smiled in return, still only understanding some of his words. He laughed slightly and returned the smile, catching her confusion.

"Ivar..." He rested his hands against his face and closed his eyes momentarily. "You," he said pointing at her. "Go..." he added mimicking walking with his fingers. He mocked sleep again before opening his eyes as if being woken.

Ehrlana let the sma laugh fall freely from her. "I will go to Ivar and...." she replied before copying his sign for awake.

Hvitserk watched her leave, leaning against the doorway and thinking this girl was too good for Ivar; even as a slave. He pushed off the wall and joined the rest of his family for breakfast.

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She quietly crossed the room toward Ivar's sleeping body. She watched as his chest fell in steady breaths. He wasn't full of rage. His defenses were down. Ivar was completely oblivious to the world around him. He was so at peace and in that moment Ehrlana saw what no one else had - the human within the beast.

Kneeling by his bedside she held her hand just above his face a moment, momentarily debating herself over waking him or letting him sleep. "Ivar," she began quietly, her fingers still hovering above him.

No response.

Her heart began to beat faster as she readied herself to try and more. "Ivar," she gently cooed, gently grazing his cheek.

A soft groan fell from him as he shifted in his sleep. She snapped her hand away, fearful of his reaction should he actually wake. Fortunately he fell silent once more.

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The air was cool against his face. Waves crashed softly in the distance. Tress rustled. People slowly roamed through town as the day began From his perch he could see all of Kattegat. He shut his eyes, inhaled deeply, and savored his contentment.

This was his Kingdom.

The laughter of children drifted to his ears and a hand slid over his shoulder gently. The touch sent chills through his spine. He wrapped his fingers around it and gently moved it further across his chest. He hugged her hand against hisself and enjoyed the calm washing over him. Even though it was a stranger's hand he held, she felt familiar.

Her lips grazed his ear as she whispered his name. "Ivar," her voice cooed, fading just as quickly with the wind.

He hmm'd in reply, but was met with nothing more than a repetition of his name. Two small bodies, a boy and girl, ran past in a blur calling for him to follow. As he moved the woman from round him everything melted around them.

He was now in a hall. Much smaller than his, but ornate just the same. The smell of fire and earth tinged his nostrils. A long table sat in the center of the room. People surrounded the far end, eating, unaware of Ivar's presence. Their faces all a blur and indistinguishable.

Still holding onto the mystery woman he slowly moved her to face him. Her raven hair flowed weightlessly as if underwater, covering her face.

"Who are you?" he asked. "What is this place?"

His name her only reply. When he let go to reveal her identity whe began drifting further away. Desperately he tried to grab hold of her once more, but failed, dropping to the ground once again immobile - his braces and crutch vanished.

"Stop!" he shouted as fear crawled through his veins. Further away she drifted. "Come back!"

Darkness crept in around him, swallowing everything in its path. He crawled furiously forward and gave one last panicked grab for the woman. Victoriously he felt the fabric of her dress between his fingers. With a triumphant grin he held tighter and yanked her back.

Immediately he dropped the clothing and scurried backward. The seer rushed forward and grabbed hold of Ivar's shirt. His face was mangled. Blood poured from his eyes. Ivar fiercely tried to escape the seer's grasp unsuccessfully. "Let! Me! Go!"

Nothing more than a gargle escaped him as he tried to speak.

A wave of hot air rushed past. The seer rose from the ground where they struggled, lifting Ivar until his feet dangled above the floor. He floated toward the nearby fire. A low growl began to eminate from his chest.

"What do you want?!" Ivar asked, the fear evident in his voice.

"Wake up!" he bellowed just before tossing Ivar into the nearby fire.

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"Ivar, wake up," Ehrlana tried once more.

He shot up, grabbing her wrist tightly and pushing her aside. Fear spiked in her veins. "I am sorry," she stammered. "Food is ready. Hvitserk..."

He glared over at her, his heart still pounding from the dream. "So you hlusta to Hvisterk now?" he grumbled sarcastically.

"I am sorry," she repeated avoiding his gaze.

His anger was slowly fading taking his fear along with it. The calm still lingered enough to keep him civil enough to wave off her apology.

"Hvað veistu samt? Þú ert bara heimskur þræll," he mumbled to himself. "Do not láta it gerast aftur."

She let her eyes find his with his last statement. He knew she did not understand his warning. He slid to the edge of the bed and motioned for her to help him dress.

He hung his head still reeling from the dream. Ivar found no rhyme or reason behind his dream. He'd recognized no faces. Aside from Kattegat, he'd been in unfamiliar territory. He assumed then that had been nothing more than an odd dream.

Ehrlana quietly gathered his clothing and began dressing him. Her fingers were nimble and effortless as she tied the straps around his legs, tucking the knots in between them snugly. She handed him his shirt followed by his gloves.

"Go and serve my food," he said pulling the tunic over his head. "Mid day you will hittast me rétt fyrir utan skóginn. Handan hreinsun," he continued putting one glove than the other. "Do not be late."

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Angie was on her phone, idly scrolling while waiting for her drink by the counter. She'd cared for the animals and crops, showered, and decided to go out for the day. Maybe she would go to the movies. Or maybe she'd just go for a walk downtown and window shop. Maybe even actually buy something. It felt like it had been forever since she'd splurged a little, and she decided she deserved it.

Ros ordered her morning coffee, black. Then she paid and headed toward the end of the counter to wait with the other patrons milling about. It was just early enough that there weren't too many people out just yet. But one girl caught her eye. She was beautiful yet dressed rather plainly. Was she even wearing makeup? Ros moved closer, leaning down slightly. "Excuse me?"

Angie blinked at her phone, not responding to that low, velvety voice until it spoke up a second time. Then her gaze snapped up, wide-eyed with surprise. Was that voice speaking to her? Her vision was suddenly filled with gorgeous features. Long-lashed, penetrating eyes. Full, red lips that framed a perfect white smile. Angie gaped at the woman. "I...m-me? I mean...yes, ma'am?"

Ros laughes softly at that response. Ma'am, huh? She wasn't unaccustomed to hearing that, but she hadn't expected it from this young woman. "Yes, you, hon. I didn't mean to startle you. I just had to ask, do you have any sort of beauty regimen? Your skin is flawless."

Angie could hardly believe someone so perfect was actually speaking to her. She could only continue staring for another few moments before the words registered in her brain. Her mouth worked like a fish gasping for water, then finally she managed, "N-no, ma'am." Oh, goddess. Why was she like this? She wanted to sink into the floor. She felt so lost for words. But could anyone blame her? Surely she wasn't the only one who'd be so tongue-tied before such a beauty.

No? One perfectly groomed brow arched up in response. "Really?" So...a natural beauty. That was...somewhat rare. Ros couldn't help how her lips curved up and tried to suppress the glimmer of greed in her eyes. She pulled a card from her bag and held it out with a slight flourish. "Have you...ever considered modeling?" Sure the girl seemed a bit...awkward, but that could always be worked around.

The farmer blinked several times at the question, slowly accepting the business card from between the woman's fingers. "I...m-modeling...? Oh...no, no, I...I'm...a farmer. I couldn't...be a model." She glanced down at the card, face flushed. Was this really happening? She never in a million years would have expected that.

Now it was the blonde's turn to look surprised. A...farmer...? This little beauty was a farmer? Ros could only blink at the girl, stunned for a moment before composing herself. "I see. Well...if you ever change your mind and want to give it a try...call me." Ros smiled at the girl once more before she heard her name called and stepped over to the counter grabbing her coffee and heading towards the door with one last smile over her shoulder at the farmer.

Angie simply watched the woman go, unaware that her drink was sitting on the counter getting cold. She stiffened as those eyes landed on her once more before the woman turned away. Before she even realized, Angie found her eyes trailing the blonde's perfect hourglass figure, transfixed by her swaying hips. Then she whirled around once she realized she was staring, bright red as she grabbed her drink off the counter and waited a good while until the woman would be gone before she hurried out of the café.

Angie...a model? The idea was preposterous! But...the fact that a gorgeous woman like that had even noticed her made the brunette feel...good. Really, really good. And once the shock and embarrassment faded, she found herself grinning and walking with a bounce in her step. It was definitely a good day to buy something cute to wear.

#ic; (angie.)#ic; (ros.)#austerity and glamour; (angie & ros.)#(mobile.)

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