#far cry 6 headcanons
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nsfw headcanons || camila "la espada" montero x reader
18+, minors do NOT interact
cw: afab!reader, switch!camila/reader
word count: 1000
author’s note: if you know me, you know that miss espada is on my mind 25/8 (i mean, she is my wife). these headcanons have been in the works for about two years, my friends, and are not even all of them (i’ll share more if needed). i also tried to give myself some more smut-writing experience, so enjoy the blurb at the end. <3
espada is a top-leaning switch, but she’s also dominant as fuck. it’s not very often that she lets you top her, but when she does, she’s a power bottom, telling you exactly what to do and how.
espada practically lives between your legs with the amount of time she spends there. she gets so much pleasure from eating you out for hours on end, delighting in your taste. she’ll also kiss you with tongue afterward, urging you to taste yourself.
if espada’s head is not between your thighs, her fingers might be. she loves those passionate makeout sessions where her fingers are inside your panties, playing with your pussy. she just adores swallowing those moans of yours.
espada also likes it when your hand is down her pants during said makeout sessions. it’s often that you just get each other off as you suck face.
espada finds it hot when she fucks you with her clothes on while you’re completely naked—it just ignites something in her. skin-to-skin is still had plenty, don’t you worry.
espada also finds it hot when you call her papi.
espada likes the quickies because she doesn’t get a lot of time to fuck you nice and slow. when she does get the freedom, however, she takes her time. she’ll leave you completely satisfied either way.
espada gets turned on big time from begging. sometimes she’ll steer you in a direction where she wants to hear you beg for your release, and upon your successfully doing so, she’s happy to make you cum.
espada is the queen of coming up to you at camp, whispering something so dirty in your ear, and then just casually walking away as if nothing happened. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t think it was cute when you got all hot and bothered, and the tension it builds just fuels her.
espada loves some ass. she likes to slap and grab yours whenever she can, even if there are people around. she also likes to see it jiggle during sex and, as such, quite enjoys taking you from behind.
espada fucking packs, which is another way she’ll tease you around camp (do you see the pattern?). she’ll want you to sit on her lap around the campfire so that you know just what she has in store for you later. you know it’s on when she unbuckles that belt to reveal her package (PLEASE).
espada loves when you suck the strap (here is something i wrote about that). oftentimes, she won’t fuck you with it until you’ve sucked her off well enough. she just loves to see you on your knees for her.
espada will grunt and cuss during sex. you’ll hardly hear a moan from her, but she certainly wants them from you.
espada will smoke during sex. she’ll light a cigarette or two as she fucks you, being careful not to let any ash fall on you. her favorite is when she can just manspread on the couch, you on top, riding her, as she smokes her stuff. she’ll occasionally offer you a puff or two, but you’re too blissed out to be able to concentrate on anything other than your pleasure.
espada has a spit kink. she finds it incredibly hot to spit in your mouth and watch you swallow it as she fucks you in any position. she’ll also spit on your pussy before she sticks her strap inside of you to lube you up a bit more.
while espada does prefer to use the strap over most other methods, she is also a big fan of the classic scissoring. it drives her crazy to be able to rub her wet pussy all over yours. she’ll grab you a bit tight as she grinds to make sure you both reach your orgasm–together.
speaking of riding out your orgasms together, here’s a little snippet i wrote:
you gasp as camila thrusts her strap inside of you at a particular angle, ensuring that she hits your g-spot while inside. her grip on your wrists remains tight as they are held above your head. your neck is open for her to litter as many kisses as she pleases, which she does throughout fucking you. as you feel something in your stomach grow tighter, you see camila’s face twist into pleasure—she’s close, too. her pace quickens and her grip tightens as she takes you both closer to your peak. a gasp escapes her own mouth as one of her hands releases yours and immediately goes to your hip, grabbing it to angle herself differently. now, each thrust of hers is hitting that pleasurable spot inside of you, causing your head to be thrown back, your eyes closed, and your mouth wide open in ecstasy. you open your palms to signal for camila to hold your hand, which she promptly does. she looks down at you, admiring the sight below, which gives her all the more motivation to keep going. “mírame,” she begs between breaths, which are now becoming heavy as she maintains her tempo. when your open eyes meet hers once more, you notice how engulfed they are with lust. she looks entirely enamored at this moment, and you almost don’t want it to end. you feel yourself tighten around her strap, and she feels it, too. your breathing becomes jagged. grunts and moans fill the air, getting louder and louder each time her strap passes the threshold. with one final nudge, camila leans down to clash your lips together, allowing your sounds to escape into each other’s mouths as you reach your climax. you kiss passionately, breathing still heavy, as she slows her pace, still bringing the strap in and out of you, making sure that she takes you for all you have. when your breathing finally levels and your chests are no longer heaving, camila pulls out of you and releases her lips from yours. she pushes herself up slowly, once again admiring the view that is you on her way up. with one small smile, she leans back down once more to plant a kiss on your forehead. “te amo,” she says.
#camila montero#la espada#espada montero#camila montero x reader#la espada x reader#espada montero x reader#fc6#far cry 6#fc6 smut#camila fc6#fc6 camila#far cry 6 camila#camila far cry 6#fc6 x reader#far cry 6 headcanons#far cry 6 x reader#camila yearning hours#espadaposting#espada#espada x reader#fc6 headcannons#far cry 6 smut#my writing
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My friend @its-deputy-caleb, who I really admire, helped me with these headcanons. I hope you like them! 🌴❤️
Dani, Clara, Juan, Camila and Bembe trying to flirt and throwing pick up lines at the reader.
Dani:
Dani has no idea how to flirt, let's be honest. She isn't into the whole flirt thing and wooing someone isn't included in her skills. But she was so fascinated by you when you joined Libertad, that she had to find a way to know you better.
She would ask you at the beginning to join her in her missions. Clara immediately understood what she was trying to do and decided to help a bit. Dani's way to flirt is a bit awkward and looks more like an uncomfortable effort to start a conversation. You don't really mind, you actually find it adorable and enjoy it. We're talking about Dani, how could you not?
She isn't good with pick up lines. She even convinced herself to consult Juan about it but she didn't really like the answers she got. One day she approached you while you were sitting with Guapo next to you. You enjoyed petting the little crocodile. She stood there nervously and said something like "Are you the cargo we're looking for 'cause I would die for you." You face turned a bright red. You have never heard Dani use a pick up line to you before. You actually like this side of her, it's dorky and adorable.
Clara:
The strong and beautiful princess of Libertad. She is an excellent leader and a fighter. She is trying her best to free Yara but there is a specific someone that distracts her from time to time. That's you.
Clara couldn't take her eyes of you when you told her you wanted to join Libertad. Strong, independent and loyal. Everything Clara is looking for she has found it in you. All that's left is to confess. Juan teases her a lot about it but tries to help her in any way he can. Clara has no idea how to flirt. Her flirting abilities aren't as poor as Dani's but they aren't great either. She tries to keep you next to her, saying she needs someone trustworthy to share her plans to take Yara back.
She has no idea how pick up lines work and she isn't a fan of them either. Although you somehow always laugh when Juan tells you some of his so she decides to give it a try. While you were looking at a map of Yara she approached you casually trying not to look nervous. You asked her if she needed something but instead of replying to your question she said something like "I always thought Yara was breathtaking, until I met you". You looked at her really confused and blushed like never before. You actually thought you were dreaming, what a wonderful dream though!
Juan:
This man is a mastermind, everyone knows that. He has a solution for almost every problem and is a master in flirting. Somehow he always knows what to say and never feels nervous or awkward. All that before he met you of course.
Juan had many partners in his life, he has admitted that before. Even to you. He didn't want to but he owed to be honest with you. Clara has scolded him a lot of times for staring at you or throwing some sexual innuendos your way. You didn't mind though, you like Juan's sense of humor and his presence in general. Juan never had to try much in order to make come true what he had in mind. But with you, it was different. He would often invite you to help him with his supremos and keep him company. You never said no. Dani would remind you at times what he was probably thinking but you insisted he was very kind and friendly.
Until one night. You were helping him work on some of his fascinating ideas. It was an excuse, just like every time, to have you next to him. He had never felt so anxious before. You were pretty different from all the people he had met. Smart, trustworthy and with a great sense of humor. You caught him staring at you and started thinking that you probably did something wrong. So you asked him. You never got an answer though. "What if instead of this thing you'd let me do you?" Your eyes widened hearing this. You knew Juan said stuff like that all the time but this time you knew it wasn't a joke. He was actually flirting with you and he meant what he said. Guess Dani was right after all.
Camila:
Espada doesn't have time for flirting and getting into romantic situations. She isn't very fond of that stuff either. She kinda changed her mind when Dani introduced her to you.
You and Espada got along almost from the start. Even though she wasn't easy going you gave her time and space, always being patient. When she realized she had feelings for you she became more relaxed and trusted you enough to talk to you about her family troubles. Her way of flirting with you was putting up with you. Being kind and more polite than usual. You liked this side of Camila. It made you feel quite special and you enjoyed it.
Espada fails harder than Dani when it comes to pick up lines. Dani made fun of her when she told she was gonna use on you. It didn't seem like Camila at all but she wanted to give it a try. You were talking with Dani, she was explaining to you some of Clara's plan. That was when Espada approached you. Dani left you two alone. She actually looked nervous and you were pretty confused. "Uh... If for every time I thought of you we freed part of Yara, then we would have taken our island back a long time ago". You titled your head for a moment trying to understand what she meant until it hit you. Your fave turned red, you never expected this from Espada.
Bembe:
Bembe is a little mischievous god. He has his ways of getting what he wants, including relationships as well. He has mastered the art of flirting a long time ago so he always knows what to say.
How on earth did you get yourself into this situation? Oh yeah right, Dani. One of the mission included meeting this man. He looked pretty suspicious to you but he was immediately mesmerized by you. You didn't seem to like the way he talked but there was something intriguing about this man. Dani had to leave you with him in order to complete a mission. You were looking at Bembe, his tattoos, the color of his hair. He caught you staring so he smirked at you making you lower your head.
He approached you quietly and sat next to you. You looked at him with the corner of your eye. He stared talking about things he has done in his life, terrible things. He told you he didn't have a choice but you didn't really believe him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder making you look at him. "From all the diamonds I have seen in my life, none of them were as pretty as your eyes". Your face turned a bright red color. This man was damn smooth. You just hoped Dani would return soon.
I am sorry if the pick up lines are bad! I hope you liked it! 🌿✨
#far cry 6 fandom#far cry headcanons#far cry 6 headcanons#far cry fandom#dani rojas#juan cortez#clara garcia#espada#camila montero#bembe alvarez
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🎧 Paolo de la Vega x Reader x Talía Benavídez platonic headcanons 🎤
You and Talía have known each other since childhood. You supported her creative endeavors and her revolutionary ideas. You weren't afraid that you might have problems because of your positions. You knew that the country needed a voice that would tell not what was convenient for politicians, but what was really happening. That's why you supported her so much. When she introduced you to Paolo, you saw it as a great opportunity to create something more than just an attempt to be heard
Talía wrote the songs and performed them, Paolo was responsible for the music, and you were responsible for the technical part of the performances. It would seem that a bright streak began in your lives, but when Talía was taken to María Marquessa's True Yaran Academy, you and Paolo could not stay away. You were ready to fight to save her from there, even if you had to storm the walls of the academy. After her rescue, you and Talía were firmly convinced that you could not escape or remain silent. You should have told people the truth
You understood why Paolo was so worried about your safety, but you didn't want to run away. You were ready to protect them both if the need arose. You cherished both of them, so you tried not to put them at excessive risk. You were against Paolo arranging a deal with Bembé, but you had no other way to leave the country, even though this plan failed
You knew perfectly well how strong the feelings between Talía and Paolo are. You supported them and helped them find time for each other even despite the danger you were in. You became the one who helped them come to an understanding after each quarrel. You wouldn't let anyone cause them to break up. You saw how they were willing to risk themselves for each other and you knew it was sincere
You understood that it would take time for Yara to hear what you were trying to say, but you were ready to keep shouting to be heard. Next to your two closest friends, you weren't scared. You were ready to go to great lengths so that your efforts would not be in vain
#Far Cry#Far Cry 6#Far Cry 6 headcanons#Talía Benavídez#Talía Benavídez x Reader#Paolo de la Vega#Paolo de la Vega x Reader
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a list of far cry characters that have neurodivergent swag:
Jason (ADHD)
Ajay (Autism)
Sharky (ADHD)
Grace (Autism)
Rabi (ADHD + BPD) (this one’s dedicated to @icannotsit ‘s BPD hc)
Pagan (ADHD + ASPD)
Vaas (BPD)
Talia (Autism)
Bicho (ADHD)
DIEGO (Autism + PTSD)
ANTON (also autism + ptsd!!!!)
That is all, thank ü
#far cry 4#far cry 3#far cry 6#far cry 5#ajay ghale#vaas montenegro#jason brody#pagan min#diego castillo#sharky boshaw#grace armstrong#rabi ray rana#talia benavidez#bicho duarte#these are all headcanons !!!!! dont fight me on this bruh#wrt.txt#i just think theyre neat <3#anton castillo
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Lately I’ve been positively h a u n t e d by the idea of bassist Eivor in some form of local up-and-coming rock band, standing impossibly tall amidst the surrounding chaos onstage. Dark runes on sure fingers dancing along the length of the wooden fretboard, thumbing gleaming taut responsive strings, curling around the neck of her beer bottle in between numbers. She likes the bass because it suits her energy, deep and consistent and powerful and measured, with more than enough room for riffing when it feels right. Mesmerized as you are by the hypnotizing rhythmic prowess of her hands, you try as often as you can to steal a glance at her nodding along to the beat she’s driving in tandem with her drummer, only to find the small swoop of her upturned mouth smirking at you each time, inciting a parallel swoop in the pit of your stomach.
Meanwhile, Kassandra would absolutely shine as frontwoman. While her soaring notes and rapid verse make you dizzy daydreaming about her lung capacity, what leaves you spellbound is her tendency to sing in a lower register, strong hands wrapped tightly around the body of the microphone. Now bursting with the frenetic energy required to unfold the opening verse, now lulling the crowd into rapt enchantment going into the bridge, Kassandra has you – all of you – wrapped around her little finger. She makes no effort to hide her onstage flirting with you, dragging her amber eyes over your spot at the front with pronounced and arresting intention, dragging down time and space itself with the gravity of her gaze. It’s not the spotlight she craves, but the electric connection forged with each and every soul in the swaying crowded venue – especially yours.
I mentioned the drummer, so I’d be remiss not to swivel the spotlight over to Dani Rojas, whose charming easygoing smile as she settles behind her kit belies her imminent vicious opening salvo. Putting to work her deadly precision and healthy appreciation for making an absolute fucking racket when the occasion calls for it, Dani is at home keeping her team in time, unbounded joy only just noticeable under the low lighting and rising wisps of hazy fog. When you’re not entranced watching her short hair thrash around her head as she loses herself in the chorus, you’re holding your breath realizing she can be just as loud with her silence, right before she drops back in after a solo. At the end of the show, Dani winks at you just before tossing her drumsticks into the swelling crowd, leaving you too stunned to join the collective scramble for a coveted piece of this unforgettable night.
#eivor#eivor varinsdóttir#kassandra#dani rojas fc6#kassandra of sparta#dani rojas#assassin’s creed valhalla#assassin's creed odyssey#far cry 6#headcanon#modern#au#the power of bassist Eivor drew this out of me#it's a little shit but I'm tired#also i'm hyperfixating on dreamy band Lush so now it's all our problem I guess 😭#writings#sick riffs bro…*kisses u on the mouth*#head canons from hell
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Confirmed from the audio novel! Clara had a crush on Talia! I win!! 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
#far cry 6#i stand by my headcanon she's a lesbian#stg#I'm so happy#Clara Garcia#she literally says she can't take her eyes off Talia#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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*shaking empty change cup* any soft headcannons for Talía and a female S/O or even Talía. Paolo and female S/O up to you :,))
Talía x Reader x Paolo — Fluff HC's
i am sooo sorry these took forever :'((( uni really caught up with me and these are not my finest but i hope i did them justice and that you still enjoy em <3333
Getting together with Talía and Paolo was like adding the last puzzle piece to your wildly chaotic but enjoyable lives. All three of you were close and it made taking a step towards a relationship just that much easier.
The three of you met in the early days of Máximas Matanzas in Esperanza. Paolo came to join the two of you after leaving the military to come and perform and protest, even when the city fell into chaos.
You took one of their hands each and dragged them over to the rooftops of Esperanza once Castillo set the military on the crowds of people and neither one of them let your hand go afterwards.
These days, your time and energy is directed into keeping Máximas up and running but that doesn’t mean you don’t get to spend time with the people you love most.
Between running Gurrellia supply drops, organising the destruction of Maria Marquessa studios and targeting propaganda trucks you’ll find two sets of arms wrapping around your shoulders to drag you away for some much needed stress relief.
The two of them want you to relax as much as possible so they take you to the surrounding caves of the camp. Together you explore the ponds of water and the Oluwa Idols which rest underneath rooted trees.
Talía always breaks the peaceful silence by sneaking up on the two of you from behind as she yells “surprise!” at the top of her lungs. Of course, that just means you get to cuddle a very flustered Paolo who’s in constant denial of screaming.
Surprisingly, living at Camp Máximas is very domestic. All three of you are constantly sharing clothes, cooking each other food, cuddling to watch the few working television channels or just curled up to sleep for the night.
Your favourite moment of domestic bliss though, is when Paolo is draped over the couch, Talía is pacing back and forth and you’re strewn out on the floor as the three of you brainstorm upcoming albums and singles.
The fridge has numerous photos of the three of you together, all taken by your dear friend Paz. One photo is simply the three of you sound asleep after a massive raid on Maria’s press conference whilst another shows you covered in mud and dirt with your arms around each other. That was the day you nearly got eaten by crocodiles but boy was it worth it for an amazing day with your loves.
Of course, the star photo— the one in the centre of the fridge with the biggest magnet happens to be after a massive party. Everyone was drunkenly dancing and you’re wearing Paolo’s hat at a funny angle with a cerveza in hand.
Talía and you stood on either side of a blushing and smiling Paolo as the two of you kissed his cheeks with Dani photobombing you all in the back.
Now being the busy guerrilla leaders that you are, there’s not a lot of time to do things all together but that doesn’t stop you from spending quality time with both of them.
When it’s just you and Talía, you’ll often escape up to the hideouts in the cliffs of Noventarmas to watch the sun slip away. Your head will rest in her lap as she idly plays with your hair and sings softly. Occasionally you’ll have your guitar with you as well, and the two of you just hum soft melodies and give each other soft kisses for hours.
Paolo has a tendency to get too stressed about camp activities just like you, so together you’ll go and sit down at the docks of Fort Santa Maria. Your legs will be resting in the water as your arms are thrown around each other and the two of you just relax and shake the stress of the day off each other.
Naturally, your favourite time is with both of them and you always want to make a day out of it so you always plan surprise picnics and activities to enjoy. Paz helps you prepare some Yaran style sandwiches, snacks and even some sweeter desserts for Paolo’s sweet tooth.
On your dates, the three of you are constantly laughing and on a high from being around each other. And of course, you’re all collapsing on top of each other after eating all the amazing foods and watching the clouds drift over you.
It’s not all romantic and cute like this however and more often than not you’re worried sick as you patch each other up from too many close calls and failed operations.
Whenever you’re hurt Paolo gets very cuddly, he constantly wants to hold you— to make sure you’re safe whilst Talía gets verbal and needs to reassure all three of you that everyone is okay and protected.
It’s those nights where they snuggle up to you extra close, mindful of your injuries. Talía keeps her arms around your waist and her face tucked into your collarbones as Paolo holds you flush to his chest and litters kisses on your neck till you fall asleep.
Even with the near death experiences and the chaos of living in Yara, you wouldn’t trade it for the world as you get to be with the two people you care about most in this world.
#fc6 headcannons#far cry 6#far cry#fc6#fc6 writing#talia benavidez#talia benavidez x reader#paolo de la vega#paolo de la vega x reader#poly headcanons#gn!reader
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a knee ways according to my extended josé castillo lore he’s half mexican 🇲🇽 i headcanon that his dad was antón’s older brother from a previous marriage, who managed to flee yara in 67 and settled in mexico, where he met josé’s mother. after things calmed down the three returned to yara (i still have to decide if josé was born there or came there as a small child)
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Forgive me
Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader (unrequited love), Alicent Hightower x Velaryon!Reader, Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader
Part 5 of this
Part 6
Serie Masterlist
Larys does not appear in this chapter but we have Alicent 😋
btw, there was going to be a little scene with Daemon but I felt like it didn't add to this chapter but if you want I can upload it separately
Comments, reblogs, likes are always greatly appreciated 🥰💖
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My inbox is open so I'm always willing to read your headcanons, opinions and answer your questions.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.
"Get out," you demanded the moment you saw Rhaenyra with Jacaerys in her arms entering your chambers. You noticed how her smile seemed to tremble at your cold tone but you didn't care. If she didn't care about your feelings when she fucked your husband then you had no reason to care about hers.
You had to admit that Rhaenyra had been cautious enough to come when you were alone. If your mother had been with you you were sure that she would not have held her tongue and would have told the princess everything she thought of her. You could even see your mother dragging her by her hair to get her out of your chambers. A small smile appeared on your lips as you imagined the scene, that would be something to talk about in court. Although you would never let your mother lose her temper so much, she couldn't get on the king's bad side.
"Jacaerys wanted to meet his cousins," Rhaenyra said as if she hadn't heard you and sat down next to you. You moved as much as you could, wanting to make your displeasure clear. You couldn't go far since next to you was the basket where Aethan was sleeping there.
Of course, she was going to use her son as her excuse to see you. It wasn't the first time she had done it. Now that she knew that she had seen that you cared about Jacaerys—if it were up to you she would never have found out but one night the prince couldn't sleep no matter what Rhaenyra, Harwin, and Laenor did so your brother had the wonderful idea to take Jace with you, you managed to make him sleep by singing him the same song that you sang to him in the nursery before the perplexed gaze of your husband and the princess—I thought that through him he could get close to you again. But she was wrong.
"Jacaerys couldn't have told you that," you said, feeling Alyn begin to stir in your arms. A small part of you wished that he would start crying so the princess would leave but you knew that if he cried then Aethan would wake up and he would start crying too. You sighed and began to coo to your son, trying to ignore Rhaenyra's glare.
"But it's obvious that he's in a bad mood because he hasn't seen you in days," said the princess.
"Fine. He can stay, now you can go" you said, starting to think that you would have to call one of the maids to help you. You didn't like the idea but there was no way you could handle two newborns and a baby less than a year old alone.
"Y/n" Rhaenyra said your name with pure pain.
"What?" you said pointedly. You hated that she was doing this. You wanted to be calm with your children and she came to interrupt your little peace. No matter how many times you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with her, the princess wouldn't stop insisting. And now she wanted to make you feel bad for her when you weren't the one who ruined everything between the two of you.
"Forgive me. Please, I just want everything to go back to the way it was before," Rhaenyra begged, if you hadn't had your son in your arms she would have taken your hands and kissed them like the two of you used to do when you were young whenever one of you had said or done something that had hurt the other.
"Rhaenyra, that will never happen," you said, starting to feel pain in your head.
"I miss you" You closed your eyes as you heard the princess's voice falter. “I love you,” you couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath. You decided to focus on your anger and ignore any other emotions you felt.
"You say that and you still fucked my husband," you said, opening your eyes and looking at her furiously.
"I handled the situation badly," she admitted, hugging Jace, trying not to break down in front of you. "I'm really sorry," she apologized again, feeling her heartache at your attitude. "I know I was wrong but I need you. I can't stand you hating me."
You'd like to say you weren't affected by hearing the desperation in Rhaenyra's voice but you'd be lying. You hated her. And you hate yourself for stopping her from affecting you. A part of you feared that deep inside you were still the young woman who loved the princess and lived to see her happy. You forced yourself to remember the whispers of the court at Jacaerys's hair color to erase any trace of pity you felt for the princess. She alone had caused this. She couldn't expect that with a simple apology, you would forget everything she did.
“You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life, Rhaenyra,” you said that because it was the truth, you weren't going to ever forgive her, but you also said it because you wanted to hurt her, you hoped she felt at least a part of the pain that she and Harwin gave you. “You had to think about it before betraying me”
“You betrayed me first!”
Rhaenyra's scream caused the three babies to start crying. If Jacaerys had not been in the princess's arms, you would have thrown the object closest to your reach at her. Who the hell did she think she was to come uninvited to your chambers and yell at you? Not only that, but she accused you of betraying her. You couldn't believe her audacity. It hadn't even been thirty minutes since she apologized to you and now she was yelling at you.
If the babies' cries weren't drilling into your head, perhaps you would have asked her to explain what the supposed betrayal you had committed was, but right now you just wanted her away so you could calm the twins down.
“Get out” you ordered and for once Rhaenyra listened to you. Of course, she had to leave slamming the door, making your children's cries even worse.
“I don't like them,” Aegon announced, looking with obvious disgust at Aethan, who was in your arms, and Alyn, who was being cooed by Alicent.
Perhaps another woman would have been offended or bothered by the little prince's comment but you couldn't help but laugh at the pout of his lips and his little wrinkled nose.
“Aegon!” Alicent instantly reprimanded him, making the boy even more upset.
“It's okay, my queen,” you reassured her with a smile. “Do you want to tell me why you don't like them?” you asked in a soft voice and settled better in your seat so you could hold Aethan well with one hand and thus be able to caress him with your other hand Aegon's hair.
The boy felt a little better at your sweet caresses. “Because of them you can't spend time with me and Sunfyre anymore,” he grumbled.
Since you gave birth to the twins you didn't go to the Dragon's Pit with Aegon. Now it was the dragon guardians who taught him how to care for and bond with Sunfyre. He didn't like that. Aegon wanted you to be next to him, he wanted to see your proud smile every time he pronounced a word in Valyrian correctly, he wanted you to take him to fly with you over Nightwing like you used to do every time he finished his lessons.
The worst thing was that every time Aegon wanted to spend time with you there was always someone else with you and there were the babies. You couldn't play with him or pay attention to him for long because one of the twins would always start crying or someone would turn their attention to the twins. Aegon didn't understand what people saw as interesting about the twins, they were just annoying babies who didn't know how to do anything but cry. Aegon just wanted to have his time alone with you again.
“Oh, my little prince, I miss spending time with you too” You kissed his cheek several times until Aegon began to laugh.
Alicent watched them both with a smile. It always warmed her heart every time she saw how you cared about her children and how loving you were towards them. She was sure that you cared more about her children than Viserys did. She knew you loved her children like they were your own. She could see it every time your face lit up when the children came running to hug you. She could see it in how you listened intently to Aegon and Helaena's ramblings. She could see it every time she found you in the nursery singing to Aemond and Daeron. She felt grateful for all those moments. She was grateful that there was someone who genuinely cared about her children.
“I promise you that once I recover I will go with you to the Dragon’s Pit.”
"But just the two of us! No annoying babies!" Aegon said, looking at you "seriously" as he pointed at you. You laughed again, the little prince's attitude made you tender.
“Aegon, you shouldn't talk about them like that. They are your family,” Alicent reminded him sternly, making you stop laughing and making the boy have a pout on his lips again.
Sometimes you felt that Alicent took everything too seriously and forgot that Aegon was just a child. It was obvious that he was just jealous that he couldn't spend time with you and it was the first time you'd heard him complain. You didn't like seeing Aegon being reprimanded just for acting his age. A child his age should be free to say what he thinks, he should spend more time playing instead of being pressured to attend lessons just because they thought it would impress his father. You didn't like it nor did you want to take away authority from Alicent's upbringing but sometimes you couldn't help but intervene because you didn't like how they pressured Aegon.
“You can say that they are annoying or anything you want, Aegon,” you said poking his nose with your finger making him smile a little “As long as we are alone” you quickly clarified before the queen's gaze “Besides I am sure that once they grow up and you can play with them you will like them”
Before the prince could answer you, the maester appeared to take the boy away since he had to start his lessons. You managed to convince Aegon to leave after you promised him that he could visit you again once he finished his lessons and that you would be waiting for him with his favorite sweets.
“How are you feeling?” Alicent asked once they were alone. She had been furious when one of her handmaidens informed her that Rhaenyra had come to see you. She had also noticed the dark circles under your eyes. She knew that the twins weren't letting you sleep much, she more than anything wanted to be able to help you but she was the queen and people would notice if she came to your chambers in the middle of the night.
“I'm tired but now that I've seen you and Aegon I'm happy” you admitted, resting your head on her shoulder and you closed your eyes, missing the blush on the queen's cheeks and the sweet smile that appeared on her face at your words.
You smiled as you felt Alicent's lips on your forehead. Not feeling satisfied, you stopped leaning on her shoulder so you could steal a kiss from her. You felt your chest warm at the familiarity of the sweetness of her lips.
Any discomfort that Rhaenyra caused you was forgotten with Alicent's kisses.
Again another night of crying. You didn't know how many minutes ago Aethan and Alyn were crying. You tried to feed them but none of them wanted to take your breast, you had already changed them but they still kept crying.
You rocked Alyn in your arms and with your foot from time to time, you lightly pushed the crib where Aethan was, hoping that the movement would tire him out. All this while you sing to them, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. You feel worthless for not being able to make your babies stop crying. It shouldn't be difficult to put them to sleep if you are their mother.
You jumped when you heard the door open. Your body tenses as you see your husband enter. Harwin had not come to your chambers since the birth of the twins. He never made a complaint or a reproach to you about your relationship with Larys, he stayed by your side and presented your children as a proud father before the court but he no longer went to your chambers. And you were okay with that because you didn't want him to keep insisting that you forgive him.
“What do you want?” you asked pointedly, not bothering to hide your annoyance at his sudden presence, hoping that would make him leave.
You were surprised to see that Harwin didn't seem affected by your tone like usual. You noticed the determination in his eyes and wondered what the hell had happened. Was he coming to argue with you because of how you spoke to Rhaenyra? If he dared to come in the middle of the night while your children were crying just to defend his lover you would kick his ass and let your mother scare him with Meleys.
“I heard the twins crying.”
“I'm sorry that my children don't let you sleep,” you interrupted him with obvious sarcasm. Trying not to think that if Harwin could hear them cry, so should other people. You didn't want to think about how tomorrow the court would talk about your inability as a mother.
“I came to help you” You were surprised by his words.
“Why?” you asked clearly defensively. Although you two knew that you really wanted to ask him, why would you help me with them when you are not their father?
“Because I care about you,” he said but you both knew he really wanted to tell you because I love you. You told yourself that you felt nothing as you saw the obvious love in Harwin's eyes. “You haven't slept well in days. I heard them cry for days and I know you, I know that every time you can't calm them down you are insulting yourself. "I can see right now how frustrated you are because you can't also pick up Aethan and comfort him as you would like."
The lump in your throat grew bigger. You hated that he knew you so well. But you weren't surprised after all he is your husband. Of course, he knew how you thought and how your mind worked. He had seen you in your most vulnerable states.
He had been so good to you but he had to ruin it all.
“Can I pick him up?”
It was silly but you really appreciated that he had asked instead of directly taking your baby in his arms. You nodded, not trusting your voice not to come out shaky.
You frowned as you watched Harwin take off his nightshirt.
“Jace calms down when he feels my skin,” Harwin was quick to clarify and get Aethan out of her crib before you decided to kick him out for thinking she was trying to seduce you. He felt you watching him intently as he placed the baby's small body against her chest. Of course, his crying didn't stop instantly but he seemed to calm down a little.
Your husband started singing the same song you were singing a few minutes ago. His Valyrian was rusty compared to yours. Once you are sure that your voice is not going to betray you, you accompany him in singing. You don't stop rocking Alyn as you watch Harwin pace around the room carefully holding your son. You relaxed as you saw that Aethan didn't look uncomfortable and how as the song continued he became calmer and calmer. It doesn't take long for Alyn to calm down when he sees that you are no longer upset.
Your eyes meet Harwin's and the two of you smile at each other. And Harwin can't help but think that this is where he belongs.
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JJK Headcanon: Megumi cockblocks Toji/Megumi "Menace" Fushiguro/ Toji having beef with his 15 yr old son
Warning: Swearing, Female reader, Mentions of sexual activities but not explicit, ooc on Megumi’s part, Toji being Toji
Series: Jujutsu Kaisen
Pairing: Toji x Fem!Reader(romantic), Megumi x Mom!reader(parental/platonic)
Pronouns: She/Her(Reader is referred to as mom, mama, and mother by Toji and Megumi)
Word Count: 2.2K
(A/N: This is based on my one-shot I did and I wanted to expand on it because I just felt the need to. This headcanon went off the rails and is in different directions. Let me know if I missed any warnings!)
[Edited and Proofread! on 12/9/23 8:05pm. Forgive the strange format, Tumblr wouldn’t let me edit the post so I had to do it on the original doc and paste the edited version.]
Please enjoy!
So Megumi cock blocking Toji started out unintentionally and by accident. But as he got older, he did it more to annoy his dad and get on his nerves.
I will die on this hill but Megumi is a Mama's boy. Though it goes unsaid(by him at least), everyone knows it. Toji knows it, Gojo knows it, his classmates and friends know it, and everyone at Jujutsu High knows it. Hell, his own shadows know it.
Obviously you know it but you don’t want to embarrass your son. But it does fill you with love and contentment to know your son loves you dearly.
But that’s the problem, he LOVES you. Loves you more than Toji. Well, Megumi loves Toji as a dad and father. It’s just as he gets older, especially as a teenager, he often butts heads with Toji and gets fairly annoyed by his presence. All Toji has to do is breathe in Megumi’s direction and your son groans, rolls his eyes, and leaves.
When Megumi was younger, he was attached to you. You were always carrying him inside the house, when you were cooking, and even when folding the laundry. He didn’t like being far from you. All you had to do was be within 6 feet of your son or where he can see you and he will be fine.
So when Toji holds Megumi because you need to get or do something where you can’t bring your son, Megumi is all fussy and cranky. He doesn’t cry often but he is just all over Toji. Pulling at his hair, shirt, and cheek. Toji has been mostly successful with Megumi when putting him down for a nap, feeding or bathing him but sometimes it’s a struggle.
When you do it for Megumi, he is all cooperative and easy to handle. Toji clicks his tongue when he sees it happen and looks at Megumi as your son nuzzles into your shoulder. “I see how it is Megumi. All nice and easy for Mama but not for me.”
After successfully putting Megumi to bed, Toji gets frisky as wants some alone time with you. Since Megumi was born, your son has taken up most of your time. Leaving your poor husband with a lack of attention and affection. You want to make it up to him for lost time so you let him have his way with you.
However, just before Toji could go down on you and make you see stars, you hear Megumi’s crying. So out of instinct, you grab one of Toji’s shirts and make your way to comfort your son. Half the time, the mood gets instantly lost and Toji gets sexually frustrated. He was so close to boning you and your son just has to stop him from doing so.
Toji gets blue balls so many times during Megumi’s youth, it’s a straight-up crime to him.
There are times when Toji doesn’t care if Megumi starts to cry in his bed. He read somewhere that babies just cry for no reason so at times let them cry it out. When he reads that, he’s not letting you out of his grasp when his son is crying in his crib. You feel the urge to comfort him but when Toji makes you wait a couple minutes and start to hear Megumi’s cries grow quieter, then they stop. That gives you two the green light to each other to yourselves.
75% Toji would have success with you but there was the other 25% he didn’t.
When Megumi was a toddler, he mostly would knock on your door in the dead of night either because he had a nightmare or wanted to sleep with you two. Luckily, this happens after your “nightly session” with Toji.
But Megumi would ask Toji to help him with stuff or pop up out of nowhere when wanted to have a piece of you. Toji hugging your front and cups your body while you cook? Megumi is by the kitchen table asking what are you making for dinner. Toji cages you against the wall as you put away the laundry? Megumi pops his head out of his room and asks Toji if he saw his dog plushie that was on his bed.
But Megumi’s clinginess to you is genetic because Toji is the exact same to you. Way before Megumi was on the drawing board, Toji was either all over you or near you. No in between, it was one or the other.
You felt bad because it feels like your son and your husband are fighting for your attention. You know Megumi’s a child, who needs more guidance and help, but you know your husband has needs too.
But as Megumi goes to school, it was easier for you two to have some alone time. Mostly easier for Toji to be inside of you.
But as Megumi gets the hang of summoning his shadows, it’s all over for Toji. This happens when he’s older as Megumi sometimes lets his dogs out and roam around the house. Like their user, the dogs and shadows love you too. One time, they saw Toji being too close to you and thought he was harassing you. So the dogs ran and pounced on Toji. One of them caught Toji’s wrists in their mouth and started pulling him away from you. Obviously, you called Megumi over to stop his dogs or to call them back. He does so but not without giving Toji a smirk, he definitely may or may not put his dogs up to it just to fuck around with his dad.
For the timely and observant boy he is, Megumi really is just popping in at the wrong times. He didn’t mean to do that to you, he’s well aware of how much you love Toji, both body and soul. He just doesn’t like how Toji isn’t quick and sleek with his intentions with you. Sure, it was Toji’s house and he can do whatever he wants in it. But Megumi also lives here too, so Toji should be more cautious and considerate of his son. Because everyone knows that they would rather bury themselves than see their parents try to give them another sibling.
Though Megumi now dorms at Jujutsu High because of missions, he does come home on weekends and breaks. But it varies from time to time, he would mostly tell you in advance when he would come home or visit. But he sometimes forgets and just drops by unannounced.
Thus, that’s how scenarios like this occur.
He will come home, sometimes knocking/ringing the doorbell but mostly lets himself in, then he walks inside, takes off his shoes, and goes to the living room. His heart slightly beats faster as he awaits the inevitable. It’s like a coin toss, 50/50 chance he’ll be safe or not. He relaxes when he doesn't stumble upon another eye bleaching but when he encounters the other 50%. He cringes inside so hard, he just blames Toji. Nah, he never blames you.
Yes, he’s well aware of men and women having… carnal desires… But you were never shameless about it in public or out in the open. He doesn’t know when it’s just Toji and you. But frankly, he DOES NOT WANT to know or find out. So he believes his father is just a dog in heat almost every time there is an OUNCE of spare time with you.
He either coughs, grunts or speaks to make his presence known. 99% of the time when this happens you are the one to push yourself away from Toji and try to make the situation less awkward for your son. It always ends up embarrassing you in the end.
Toji, in his head, lowkey wants to smack his son to another dimension. Way too salty in his mind.
‘Brat, let me have a moment with your mother, it’s not that hard.’ ‘IDGAF if you're my son, I’ll smack and give hands to my own son if you keep doing this.’
Like father like son, Megumi is doing the same thing in his head.
‘That’s a skill issue’ ‘This is an issue, not an iss-me’ ‘You fell off, what happened? Cause you’re too old?’ ‘Fucking cope, Old Man’.
Because of this, Toji literally has beef with his 15-year-old son.
Should he be pressed about someone younger than him? No! Does he care? Also No. If this man can beef and fight Gojo Satoru and LIVE to see another day, he can have beef with anyone.
Even if it’s his own son.
You should be a good parent and spouse and try to dissipate the fact your husband and son have an unspoken feud with each other. But you can’t help but watch everything unfold when they interact sometimes because it’s just funny and you get a kick out of it.
Just to clarify, it’s never a shouting match or an actual argument. It’s more of petty insults, backhanded compliments, or brutal honesty minus the honesty. It’s like being a spectator at an event. You were watching for entertainment and you were getting your money’s worth. When you would come by Jujutsu High, you would talk about Megumi and Toji’s “interactions”. Saying something along the lines of “They don’t see eye to eye.”
One day, Toji and you decided to pay a visit to the campus because Principal Yagi needed to ask you about something in person. Since it was only you, Toji just wandered the halls and the school’s grounds, waiting for you to be done. As the odds were in his favor as he stumbled upon Megumi and his group doing some training. Toji just pops in and starts talking to Megumi. He acknowledged Yuuji and Nobara but he didn’t spare a glance at Gojo. In fact, he straight up looked at Gojo, gave a look of disgust, and continued talking to Megumi whilst ignoring him.
It didn’t take for some banter to rise between father and son, while no loud voices or malice was felt or seen. This was probably the few times Yuuji and Nobara had seen Megumi get heated, but this was the first time they saw Megumi beefing with his dad.
After a few minutes, Megumi summoned his shadows and Toji decided to change into his fighting stances. Yuuji thinks this is a bad idea but Gojo just smiles, saying that seeing them spar was a “learning experience”. Plus it would be good for Yuuji to watch Toji because Toji was a physical fighter considering his Heavenly Restriction. Though Yuuji has some curse energy, he must box it out with his opponents so he considered and the three watched the two fight it out.
Megumi forgot his old man was an actual threat to the Jujutsu Society because Toji was straight up dodging Megumi’s shadows, their attacks, and even Megumi's own physical attacks. Though Toji wanted to have a little fun, he had to hold back so he wouldn't destroy/kill any of Megumi’s shadows. If he did, you would definitely find out and he would be a dead man for sure.
Anyway, it was so fast-paced that only Gojo was keeping up with the action. He was smiling but he had a shiver up his spine as he remembered that Megumi’s dad was the very reason for his enlightenment and Hollow Purple ability. It was obvious that Megumi wasn’t going to win but he wasn’t one to admit defeat. Then like a blur, Toji charged at Megumi from above and when he landed he created a decently large cater with Megumi at the center. Megumi’s shadows disappear since he is low on curse energy and is completely exhausted.
Both men were heaving and sweating like crazy. Yet out of nowhere, they suddenly hear your voice, LOUD and DESTRESS. You ran over to the two, eyes widening as the carter became bigger the closer you got. You see your son lying on the floor and help him up. You tried dusting off some of the dirt on him while looking concerned. You snapped your head towards Toji, whose smirk disappeared and then returned back again. You began to reprimand him for what he had done. Fighting his own son and damaging the training grounds, like wtf man.
You weren’t really raising your voice or yelling at him. But the firmness and seriousness in your tone about the small sparring session was enough to make someone straighten their posture and use very respective language towards you. There were moments where you tugged at Toji’s ear, pulled at his shirt so he was looking straight at you, or held his forearm tightly while you expressed your disappointment and concerns to him.
Ngl, Toji was a bit bricked up when you were all serious and angry at him. He didn’t mind sleeping on the couch if it meant he got to see this side of yours more often.
Megumi reassures you that he is not physically hurt but his pride is wounded. You told him that if his dad pulled this again, to not engage with it and back off for his own safety. Megumi, because of his agitated mood, felt a bit offended that you didn’t believe your own son could hold his own. Let alone, go toe to toe with his own father.
“Mom, I don’t understand. Why don’t you trust me in fights even though I can handle myself.”
“Megumi, sweetheart, it’s not like that at all. I know you are a strong, smart, and capable person. You are my son, after all.”
“Then why don’t you want me to fight with dad?”
“Oh Megumi, honey. You have no idea the strength and capabilities of your father. You do realize, my dear, your dad was holding back a lot when he was sparring with you.”
Megumi looks shocked at his Pops, who winks at him, before turning his attention back to you.
“Wait, what? Just how strong is he, Mom?”
You didn’t give him a full answer.
All you said was, “Ask your teacher, Megumi.”
Megumi and his two classmates look at their teacher to see what you were talking about all the while Gojo was sweating bullets. That’s a story for another day, now you are dragging your husband home and telling your son to call you if anything changes.
So Toji and Megumi have eternal beef with each other. Though it’s more of annoyance and for shits and giggles really. Toji really does love his son and Megumi loves and respects his dad a lot.
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nsfw headcanons - tyler <3
💟 nsfw - mdni 💟
A/N: i haven't actually finished the show, but it's good so far :). definitely a little.. questionable at times, but all good shows are, right? 😭 also idk why my replies are off but it's driving me insane
warnings: softdom!tyler, sub!fem!reader, breeding kink, dubcon, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy
• no cause this show is WILD, but, disregarding that... can we talk about how tyler definitely has a huge breeding kink? there's no doubt about it.
• hear me out, he fucks you good, like gripping the sheets and seeing stars type of good. so good, in fact, that you're too dumbed out to use your critical thinking skills to make rational decisions in the moment. and as fucked as it is, he uses it to his advantage.
• he'll turn on that loving, gentle voice of his and start rubbing your clit to get your brain all foggy, hitting that divine spot inside you over and over again and turning your brain into susceptible mush.
"there you go, so good for me.. you gonna let me fill you up tonight?"
• he asks so casually, and smiles knowingly when you get all flustered and start shaking your head. he'll lean down and coo quiet pleads and praises at you, his silky voice working hard to convince you to do as he pleases.
"no? it'll feel so good, you wanna feel good?"
"come on, do it for me.. it would make me so happy."
• he knows it's wrong, but the satisfaction that washes over him when you finally whimper out a quiet 'yes' is unreal.
• aside from his tendency to manipulate your frangible little mind, he has other.. interests, if you will. one of those particular interests is overstimulating you until you can't even breathe properly.
• he'll pound you relentlessly, coaxing you through orgasm after orgasm until you're sobbing under him. best believe he has a touch of dacryphilia, because he fucks you even harder when he sees tears stream down your cheeks.
"shhh, just a few more for me. aw, don't cry, baby.. i know, it's okay."
"you don't wanna cum? you were begging for it just a little while ago.."
• after maybe 5 or 6 orgasms, he'll finally stop. not because he needs to, but because you do. he doesn't wanna completely destroy you (though part of him is intrigued to see just how much you can really take).
"you still in there? aw, you poor thing. fucked you dumb, didn't i?"
• he'll pull out slowly, taking his time to watch all his cum spill out of your spent, puffy cunt. you jerk and whine when he pushes it back in with his fingers, shushing you soothingly.
• he'll eventually leave your tortured sex alone, instead focusing on making you feel better. he'll clean you up, or have you lay on his chest so he can rub your back. he'll mumble an occasional praise, his mood elevated at the idea of you finally getting pregnant.
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A/N: i don't think i've really posted anything like this, i'm nervous 😭. regardless, i hope you enjoyed! sorry it's short :3.
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❀✿❀Pup headcanons❀✿❀
One thing about me is if I can make it animalistic, I will. With that being said...
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Here's your warning 🌸well formatted long post incoming 🌸
‧₊˚✿General✿˚₊‧
It's considered inhumane to separate a pup from their family before they can scent other people as well as be scented
Pups need a lot more protein than adults do
Normally a litter contains 2-3 pups, but having more or less isn't uncommon, I will say having more than 5 is practically unheard of
As pups grow older they lose a lot of the body language that they used as kids, they don't really need a lot of it as they progress into adulthood
That's not to say people don't keep a few of their childhood quirks though
I think pups in omegaverse tend to do a lot of developmental things earlier than actual children lol things like crawling, walking, etc
For a lot of their childhood they don't have their own scent they just smell like their parents, possibly their entire pack depending on the dynamics, so scenting them doesn't really... Stick
Since omegaverse relies so heavily on non verbal cues, body language, and noises that aren't words, it's important that pups are heavily (but gradually) socialized as early as 10 months
‧₊˚✿Newborns✿˚₊‧
Pups aren't born blind but they are born with anosmia (can't smell, poor thang) but overtime the ability gets stronger, and jumpstarts when they get their first heat/rut
Instinctually have body language and noises signalling they don't like something or are unhappy
Newborns sometimes learn to growl before even leaving the hospital
Smell like their parents, don't have a scent of their own
The bigger the litter the smaller the babies tend to be
‧₊˚✿Babies✿˚₊‧
Babies sometimes learn to bare their teeth before they smile, which is equally as cute tbh
𑁍 4-6 months
Begin to smell like their pack as well as their parents, but still don't actually have a scent of their own
They bite their parents/packs stuff frequently. Sometimes that means putting someone's favorite book in their mouths or trying their very best to take a big bite out of someone's arm
Normally start crawling by about 5-6months and walking isn't far behind
This is also about the time they start to have very small bits of solid foods, especially things containing soy, or just yogurt is a good choice
𑁍 7-9 months
Will start to get territorial. Will cry if other people are in the house for too long, or throw tantrums if that person touches their parents or a toy, might even start hiding toys from their pack if it's perceived as theirs
Should be somewhat competent at walking by the time 9 months hits, may also start biting and tearing at furniture at this time
This is also a great time to introduce bite sized soft meats
Socializing pups has started to become crucial to development here, meeting people outside of their pack is now becoming important
𑁍 10-12 months
Teething is a pretty bad experience for pups. Sharp teeth piercing gums hurts a lot. Don't be surprised if they already have a couple teeth by this time
Teething may also set back pups from speaking for a while, most people aren't much inclined to talk (or learn how to talk) when their mouth hurts
By this time they probably have a favorite scent or smell. Don't be surprised if it's a food or a perfume that someone in their pack wears. They still can't really smell the scents of the people around them, but scents and pheromones have a lot of sway a pups development
Are yipping and yowling by 12 months, as well as engaging in healthy rough and tumble
Separation anxiety is also to be expected
‧₊˚✿Toddlers✿˚₊‧
𑁍 1-3 years
Toddlers sometimes talk later than they should and speak almost exclusively through body language and a few open mouthed sounds so their teeth don't click together
They're probably gonna have over exaggerated body language. Instead of just tilting their head to the side to show curiosity they might practically bend at the waist or throw themselves to the ground entirely
Their nails harden and begin becoming claws, will soon begin to scratch on harder things to experiment with a different type of cause and effect, as well sensory experiences
Beginning playdates with pups around the same age is recommended, as well as giving them a security object of their choice that's heavily scented by their pack
By 3 is using those new claws to dig into whatever possible and climb as high as they can. Pup proofing is a must.
May crouch onto all fours when they run, and may have trouble losing momentum when they go too fast resulting in a lot of falls
Teething should be basically done by now and speaking should be back on track or jumpstarted in a couple months
Territorialness should be calming down. They should stop outwardly objecting to foreign people and objects being in their space
𑁍 4-5 years
Should begin to use more vocal communication beside their spoken and body language (like yipping, yowling, chuffing, and in some instances barking or howling)
Will also repeat sounds or actions that typically belong to omegas, betas, alphas, or all three despite not having matured yet
They should also start copying the motions to scent people, and it is advised to correct them when they do the motions in inappropriate situations
‧₊˚✿Children✿˚₊‧
𑁍 6-8 years
So much yipping. When they play. When they're sad. When they're bored. When they're hurt. Especially if they're particularly vocal.
Nose is finally sensitive enough to pick up on natural scents and pheromones. Might start telling you that someone stinks in inappropriate settings
Is just barely beginning to develop their own scent by 7, and is able to scent and be scented by 8
It's very common for pups to play too rough. Playdates ending with a little blood isn't anything to worry about unless it's actually excessive
Pups lick everything and anything possible, especially if it has an odd smell, they should basically be grown out of it by about middle school age tho
‧₊˚✿Preteen✿˚₊‧
𑁍 9-12 years
Should start to present somewhere in this time frame.
Their scent should be fully developed by 12.
Should understand scenting and begin to understand the difference between their primary and secondary gender
Physical insecurities are beginning to pop up
Pheromones become more active and passive discussions about scent blockers should begin soon
They'll probably be pretty active, and easily become stir crazy
They should start using words more than vocalisation and purposeful body language
Pups who develop early may get their heats/ruts at this time
Some may begin to start branching away from the pack and subconsciously looking to start another one
‧₊˚✿Teenager✿˚₊‧
𑁍 13-18 years
First heat/ruts tend to occur around 13-15 years old
Omegas tend to mature first
Litter mates tend to mature one after the other, sometimes with only days between each other
By this point scent glands and sense of smell should be fully developed
Minor vocalisation will progress into adulthood and any purposefully telegraphed body language should become second nature to them
Many pups display highly aggressive behavior or displeased scents for many of their teen years. Without proper stress relief moodiness and build up in their scent glands is common
this was not meant to be this long but thanks for reading y'all :3 if you see spelling/grammar mistakes uhm.... no you didn't </3
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To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 10, Finale of S1)
In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine…
[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn’s heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]
Part 1 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 14 and how he is at that age
Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 16/17 + headcanons of growing closer (slightly following s1 story)
Part 3 is here - blooming friendship with Thorfinn (slightly following s1 story)
Part 4 is here - Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart as he realizes he does not want you to die
Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)
Part 5.2 is here - other sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)
Part 6 is here - meeting Canute and becoming his guard - Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond
Part 7 is here - Canute grieving over Ragnar and Thorkell catching up; Thorfinn leaves you alone for revenge
Part 8 is here - Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn
Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses
Tag list:
@luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen , @theknightssecrets
Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]
[This part will specifically mention: Lost Thorfinn, you snapping, confrontation, crying and screaming, Thorfinn kinda losing it, depressive vibes, Thorfinn thinking about death, mentions of blood and snot, zombie Thorfinn, longing, abandonment]
It's Just Like A Burning Torch In A Storm, Like A Little Flower Blooming In A Home...
The weather has worsened as Askeladd predicted.
Even as it was past noon, the sky darkened in a warning as if it were the middle of the deadly night. Snowflakes that started out so lovely of how light they were, were now raining down like arrows and blurring the sight. You could barely see any light come from York and simply trotted after the footsteps your 'leaders' and 'liege' left behind.
You scoffed at the fear of the trails being hidden away by the upcoming storm at this pace, however. Dragging Thorfinn by his wrist would take forever until you'd find shelter.
You had told him to rest his broken arm in the sling but he let it swing with every little limp he managed after you. His good arm was just as lax and he barely let out any signs of pain of how utterly and crushingly tight you gripped his wrist as you dragged him after you. Hunched like a bell ringer, his pants and groans were as quiet as a mouse.
You bit your tongue. He barely paid any attention and just let you haul you around like a dog-
A thump. Thankfully you did not let your grip falter on him as he fell to his knees. Swallowing down a sigh, you turned around and tugged on his wrist. "C'mon. The snow is getting heavier."
Thorfinn hung his head.
"C'mon." You called out louder, tugging at him again. With a dreadfully slow pace, Thorfinn managed to lift one leg after another. After helping him up, you turned around to lead the way.
The same song all over again. The scenery did not seem to change, Askeladd and friends having vanished right under your nose. It felt like you were stranded on a place familiar yet far away. Freezing snowscapes weren't an ucommon sight and they surely were not with only Thorfinn as your company but this caving, this sharp chilliness that felt paralyzing as your heart seemed to give in the longer you dwelled here - as if this place was cursed - it was a first. It was all a first, daunting and frightening. Although, you doubted you could really pinpoint your feelings right now.
You let yourself sigh in frustration as Thorfinn fell once again. The crunching of the snow has become irritating and you snapped towards him. "Thorfinn. I know you can stand. You were running towards Askeladd just moments ago," You hoped it was 'just' moments ago, "Stand up already, don't have me haul you."
All you received was another groan. Another attempt but he kept on slipping. With a growl of your own you kneeled down to hold him under his arms. Heaving him with great effort, you almost slipped yourself as the blonde stayed limb, letting you lift him up with all your might. You felt like a mother with an grown man.
You scolded him again as he simply let himself lean on you once you were up on your feet - before pushing him away and giving him a good shake.
Still, he almsot tumbled down again.
"Thorfinn!" Yelling did not seem to effect him as well as his eyes, black and blue, narrow and swollen from the one-sided brawl, barely took in your figure. His brown eyes looked like they saw right through you, not even on eye level as he still did not walk straight, and it pissed you off.
Even breathing for air was painful, the sharp coldness of this barren, damned place wanting to cut into your lungs with each inhale as if taunting you, knowing that you rely on it now. Now, stuck in this forgotten land as the snow lies down on your shoulders. It's getting heavier and heavier, ringing in your ears as even they felt like falling off your head at any moment. They might as well. The biting wind, though gentle as it was, stealing any feeling you had in your bones.
Sniffing and swallowing your snot, you yanked at his arm again, swiftly turning around and trying to march after the fading footsteps as Thorfinn limped after.
The mere sound of crunching snapped the last strand of patience you so miraciously found within you and before the young man could completely slip again, he fell on his side instead as your fist collided with his face.
"You're a complete idiot!"
Thorfinn barely let out a sound. It made the fire within you rise.
"Askeladd was damn right! You're a moron! A godsforsaken fool! Idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot!"
You stomped your foot, akin to a child, and Thorfinn wondered why you did not let him feel your ire instead, as he gazed up at you through lidded, swollen eyes. Though he did shakily gasp as you bent down and grabbed ahold of his shirt, holding him up to your level.
"The hell do you think you're doing here?! Huh?! What the hell are you doing here?! Answer me!" You threw him to the ground just as quickly. "You have people here that want you back to a home and you are crawling back to damn Askeladd out of all people! Vile, disgusting, bastard Askeladd!"
Your pants grew louder and louder, hands on your head, as they quickly snapped from brainless inhales to a growling, longing shriek - an animal squealing in pain.
"Do you have any idea - no, 'course you don't! You're a stupid mutt! You never think, never had any brains up there, did you?!" Piles of snow were thrown left and right, partly falling on Thorfinn, on his beaten body and face. He flinched at the contact. You kept on screeching. "You always end up like this. On the ground. Like a dog!" Again, you kicked snow his way, "When you could be somewhere else, somewhere far away that isn't here!"
You snapped your arm back to a direction you believed York was, distressed glare still on your friend, "What the hell was this Leif person talking about?! Iceland?! Helga and Ylva?! They're your family, aren't they?! You have family, Thorfinn, family that is alive and well and in Iceland and they want you back! They love you, Thorfinn!" Retreating your arm, you brought your hands back to your head, pulling on your hair, pulling on the last strand of sanity this man left you. Though you desperately were scowling, you wanted to scowl, your eyes were only wide. Wide and big, distress shining in them as tears welled up in the corners. A choked sob escaped you.
"Anyone would jump up in joy hearing that their family is still alive but you didn't give a damn about what that man had to say. He said he'd wait for you. Maybe he's still there."
The screeching softened the more you talked, misty-eyed as you gazed at anything but him. Lamenting to yourself at this predicament he found himself in. Thorfinn's own eyes widened as best as they could as he managed to sit up. A breathy gasp escaped him. He's never seen you like this.
"Do you have," Sobbing, you wiped your nose, "Any idea how lucky you are to have people in this world...that want you?"
The breathy gasp morphed into sharp inhales, greedily gulping in the painful air as Thorfinn kept staring and staring at you, wide-eyed and afraid. He barely could breath.
"You could be there...but you're not. So answer me when I ask you what the hell you are doing here."
Something...something he reckoned to be akin to ringing wormed its way in his ears alongside your sobs. He saw you hiding your eyes as tears fell down your face - but he wasn't sure, the heavy snow and his lidded eyes made it difficult to truly see you. Thorfinn was not certain if he stooped this low that he had begun seeing things.
Tilting his head down to the snow - his neck couldn't find any strength anymore - he startled at the face his father's dagger reflected. Swollen and broken...dark and bruised, blood and snot oozing out of his bent nose with one of his eye hardly visible and of course, barely able to see with it anyway. Maybe it wasn't the trick of the weather but just his swollen face.
He had seen this face time and time again.
It whined and fussed whenever he looked at it, leaving him no choice but to see its pain and its borderline stupidity. The blood coated on the blade as it cut the guards.
The broken arm that almost earned worse by Thorkell's duel.
The stomach that churned whenever he trotted away like a corpse out of sheer hunger. Looking for anything he could gnaw between his teeth.
The hand that held the torch to the woman's demise. The hair she groomed was soaked in blood later, he recalled.
All that gruesome work...all the murders and the guts on the floor, the stolen goods and impaled heads...all those errands.
It was all this ugly face that he sees.
He sucked in air only to let them out in a wail. He wailed and wailed, louder and louder, his voice cracking as his tongue was tied and not able to form any words. He stared at you as you kept on sobbing.
Thorfinn's scream pierced through the heavy snow and the deafening silence. The cold, the snow, the dark, thunderous sky was nothing compared to this might, to this pathetic pain. It was louder than anything else you'd ever heard, both from the people you've killed and their pleas for mercy, and from the amount of grief he so sparingly shared with you, here and there.
Wiping your tears, you grimaced. Even through this wail that teared your heart apart, you could not help but think back on Askeladd. Oh, how wretched he'd feel this sight would be.
It hurt even more that you'd even agree.
It's Just Like A Lighthouse In Your Hands, Like A Little Flag Flapping In The Sands...
Misty-eyed, you looked down on the mutt wreathing in the snow. In his beaten state he could no longer look down at his dagger, could not form any words of remorse, imploration or grief. It was animalistic braying, as Askeladd described, howling at a moon that won't ever rise. You observed for some more, drying your face completely before falling onto your knees before Thorfinn.
His brown eyes struggled to follow your movements but that did not bother you. Watching him twitch and turn, you scooted closer and opened your arms. Arms that felt to heavy to share any burden.
Your limbs were slow, so woefully slow and heavy as they wrapped around his hunched body. Even as you gently and gingerly pressed him against you, Thorfinn continued to cry out, seeming to not have even noticed your gesture. He seemed to only gulp back for air when the side of his head was pressed against your chest.
This cringing feeling only grew worse at the rapid speed of his heart pounding against you. It was akin a bird's panicked flappings as it tried to misguidedly escape the cage it's been put in. However, you still tried to focus on the lightening aspects. How his gasps ceased and he himself tried to take deep breaths. Your hand found the crown of his head, stroking his grimy hair.
Thorfinn jumped. These calm breaths of yours tickled his head, leaving him shuddering. Gazing into the empty, barren snowscape he pondered if - maybe if, as long as he's not mistaken - you had ever done something so comforting to him before. He thought of it to be comforting at least. The familiarity of it all left him stumped as well as equally frightened. He did not know what to make of it.
Were you always like this? You have never...embraced him like this before. Was it because of him? Did he put a distance between you? Were you hesitant, perhaps reluctant to offer him soothing solace such as this? Thorfinn did not know and he did not remember.
Letting out a confused groan, he ever so tediously turned his head and gazed up to you. Chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you like an intriguied animal.
You cringed slightly at the face before you. No longer stroking his hair, you grabbed a fistful of snow and gently rubbed it against his dark blue cheek. Thorfinn did not resist but only let out a soft croak of pain. Still, his eyes never left you. "I'm sorry. I made the bruise worse." You spoke under your breath. The snow dissolved and fell apart, leaving only your reddened palm to cup and carress his face. You hoped it would soothe the injury.
Wordlessly, you continued to graze the bruises on his face with your cold hand in an attempt to lighten the pain. The blonde, as beaten and silent as he was, fluttered his eyes close whenever your fingers touched the swollen lumps nearby. He'd croak and sigh at the lightest of touches, leaning on you on his knees and face tilted up to look at you. Wiping the blood under his nose caused him to sneeze and you ripped a handful of your cloak off, offering for him to sneeze into it.
"One more time. The blood might dry and clump up your nose." He did so as told, clumps of snot and blood pulled out of his nostrills. He sniffed, inhaling the air. You threw the blood-soaked cloth away. Wiping your hand, your brought it back up to press his head against you, hesitant, but deciding to squeeze him ever so gently. Your face grimaced but you did not want to let him know.
It was almost on command. How he let his head turn around again, his ear leaning against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. His own pounded against his chest, calmly yet alone. Lonely and longingly. Aside from it, he was empty. So, so empty he would have loved nothing more than to just lean against you and sleep. Sleep forever.
"...C'mon, Thorfinn. Let's get ourselves somewhere warm." Obeying your command once again, he looked back up at you with big eyes, before lifitng himself up. You tucked a few loose strands of unruly hair behind his ears before slinging the good arm around your shoulder, with your face close to one another, you marched back to York.
A Floating Moon...You Still Croon?
He still leaned against you, that fool.
It nearly made you smile how he almost snuggled. Yet it was just as pathetic. Pathetic and ironic like the sun that decided to bless you the moment you found York again. The snow below you all but melted away by its rays and left nothing but filthy, grimy roads. You prefered it over the slippery ice.
The town was rather crowded. Carts filled with many goods pulled by healthy, decorated horses and men with respectable blades passed by. The meeting is soon to begin, you believed.
Still, it only made you more hesitant to ask for any help. Anyone you turn to could be some high and mighty ruler of a region or worse, their vessels and guards. The many swinging scabbards at their hips did not ease your anxiety.
The side of the road it was. Better behind some stables in the shadows and out of the sight of the many servants. Thorfinn looked worse for wear and a youngling like you would definitely not be welcomed with open arms. Oh, how awfully right you were.
With another person's weight on your side, you accidentaly bumped into another. Praying they'd simply scoff or ignore you, you immediately bowed your head and apologized once they argued with you.
"Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing? Bumping into me, eh? Causing an accident only to rob me from my goods, eh? I know that trick." One approached while you stepped back with Thorfinn in tow, head hanging low. You shake your head, trying to explain that it was indeed a mere accident-
"Don't pull that on me. Look at you, beaten and cold. You two must be poor beggars. C'mere, we know what to do with lot like you." As soon as you were cornered and one pulled his arm back for a punch, Thorfinn snapped his arm forward and shoved the man out of the way. He shrieked, alerting the others. "Hey, now-!" The second one grabbed your shoulder, however, he was swiftly kicked off, legs sweeped under his and falling into the manure below. Thorfinn let out something of an scoff despite his unreadable gaze.
Just as your friend was ready to bash the third man out of the trio, you made a run for it. There was no time to scold Thorfinn - you couldn't afford to earn the anger of some ruler's servant!
A mere barn was found and you snuck Thorfinn to the back behind a few bundles of hay. That certainly was close...but you didn't have the strength to berate him any more.
Instead, you tended to him some more, the best that you could as beggars. The man wasn't nearly wrong. Even now Thorfinn only let out a few hums at each action and touch, nodding meekly at each of your words. It was pitiful and equally heartbreaking.
Only to you though, it seemed.
You gently placed your hand to his forehead and sighed in relieve when not detecting a fever. It didn't appear that he had any symptoms either.
The blonde just leaned into your touch, tired.
You tucked a few unruly locks away. "I have to fetch something...I'll be right back." You snapped up only to be tugged down abruptly. Widened eyes looked down to find Thorfinn grabbing your wrist, stopping you and pulling you down. His swollen lips parted for air and eyes were still unreadable. Lying a hand on his, you tried to offer a smile, "I'll be right back, it won't take long. Just stay here and don't move from your spot."
The grip on your wrist was tight enough that you had to shake it off and leave before he could jump after you.
You missed the way his hand reached for your vanishing figure.
The port was even busier, making your heart race.
It was a mystery to you how you managed to find the short, unassuming man within the crowd of bellowing merchants and sailing boats but there he was, staring at you with wide, big eyes. He blinked a few times; Not quite certain if he should even be speaking to you - with that glare you were offering him.
"I don't know any details," You began, "But I have a request. I'll do what it takes for you to accept it." The man let out a nervous, brief chortle before taking a step forward. His hand scratched the back of his neck. The best he could was bear a crooked grin. "Now, hold on, little one. You, ah," He hesitated, blinked and took a breath, "I saw you with Thorfinn the other day. You are a friend of his, no?"
The man did not miss the way you avoided his gaze.
"And you are a relative of his, right? Uncle...Leif, it was?"
The merchant laughed and his nervous tone quickly shifted to a carefree one. It startled you yet that did not stop him from explaining his situation.
That was all nice and dandy...but you did not have time to listen to old tales.
"Listen, I know where he is. I'll take you to him but for that...you have to take him back to Iceland."
Leif could not deny that your request intriguided him. After all, just like Thorfinn you seemed to be a viking despite being his friend. He never had a viking ask him for a favour.
"I'll do whatever it takes to get him there. I'll personally drag him to your boat if I must, beat him black and blue and throw him into it." Again, Leif waved his hands and hoped his awkward laughter would ease the tension...and make you realize how dramatic your solutions were. It was not neccessary, he'd say, all that was needed was a good talk and listening to each other. To follow one's heart...and he's sure Thorfinn would choose the right answer.
That was enough for you to consider it a deal. Hurrying the older man, you were suddenly stopped as he tapped your shoulder. "I wanted to thank you, young one."
Raising a brow, it only made Leif grin.
"Thank you for being a friend to Thorfinn. He used to be such a sweet and hopeful kid...but now, he'd been through hell. I don't know all of the details but I am certain his life would have been more miserable if it weren't for you. Thank you for always staying by his side."
He continued to speak. You listened attentively, your eyes widened and fearing to tear up yet again at these kind words of this kind man.
Thorfinn could count himself lucky to have people who love him.
Listen To Me, Cleave Your Way Again, Again...
The floor was cold but thank the gods not as cold as the snow outside.
Lonely droplets of water fell down one after another and another and another; Like a melody to the puddle below. Thorfinn would have liked to thank to be alone right now. Alone and with not another soul as his company, as the trio of men chased after him and handed him over to the town's guards. With no resistance, he let himself be thrown into the dungeon.
But he could not find any gratitude in his empty heart to any gods right now.
You weren't back. You said you would be but when he looked up to the shadows hovering over him, he was met with three disgusting grins and not your smile. Bitter, bewitching, bland - it did not matter, he just needed to see your smile again.
You...held him. As if he deserved it.
You deserve to be looked for right now but he could not find any strength nor vigor to get up and escape, as easily as he was capable of it. All his head was filled of where questions on your whereabouts as his heart yearned for your presence.
A guard called out to him, speaking of an visitor. His first thought was you and how you returned to him. As best as he could, he crooked his neck and uttered your name.
Yet you weren't back still. There, sitting on the ground with the brightest smile he could muster was the man who used to tell him stories as a child. He prepared himself before he spoke. "Thorfinn. I've been told of an rowdy beggar being locked up. My gut feeling told me that might have been you, my boy."
Thorfinn sighed in disappointment and laid back down.
Leif licked his lips, taking a deep breath. "...You told me how you suffered for the past eleven years since we lost you, Thorfinn. You spoke of how I wouldn't understand, and I might not, and how...you couldn't find any peace within you as long as that man was still alive."
"...That...has nothing to do with you."
Nevertheless, the man persisted, believing it to be of concern to him. The fighting, the wars, the pain - and of how he swore it to himself to bring an end to it all by bringing him home.
A home filled with warmth and people. Of stories, some true and some silly, of food and water. Of no fear for your life and your future. A place where there was love.
"I swore an oath, you know? To myself and to Thors...that I would bring you back to Iceland. Bringing you back home where you belong, Thorfinn. That is the honor I want to uphold and the least I owe to Thors."
At the utter of his father's name, Thorfinn found the fortitude to sit up. Leif's grin was even more radiant than he remembered as a child. "So, Thorfinn...let us go back home. To Iceland!"
"Home...?"
Home...how tempting that word was. How it rolled off his tongue like stenching poison.
Home...after all this time? Why? Why would he, why should he?
Could he even?
"My boy, you said it yourself!" Leif scooted closer, his grin rivaling the sun, his eyes shining like a jewel. "So we can go to Vinland!"
Thorfinn could barely catch his breath, his empty chest that barely could hold his caving heart now rising. Rising, as he remembered the tale of old times.
A land far in the west, beyond the ocean...a land so warm and fruitful and so far away that no slave drives nor wars could reach it...
"Thors wished to go there, too...and I am sure - no, certain! Certain that if he was still alve, he would have loved nothing more than to travel to Vinland!"
Thorfinn hung his head. Was he...even allowed to hear such things, let alone do them? Take action?
"Home...and Vinland..."
Not being able to hold off his quivering smile, Leif dusted himself off as he got up on his feet. He walked slightly to the end of the bars. "And if you allowed it too, Thorfinn...I invited another companion to join us."
Now standing near the end, Leif opened his palm. Squinting his eyes, Thorfinn made out an hesitant, shaking hand peeking out from behind the wall and gingerly taking Leif's own outstretching one. He gladly wrapped his fingers around it, while the other shyly wrapped theirs around him, after a good while.
Following him, behind the wall your figure appeared - and the young blonde wasted no time to jump to his knees. You turned to him, looking down with a bittersweet smile. Thank the gods, he could see your smile that he so wished for.
Voice shaking with disbelief he called out your name.
"You gave me an heart attack."
My, did you tell him of how he did give you an heart attack when you returned to the spot with Leif and found him to be gone. Of how you told the man that he must be arrested and locked up, like the idiot that he was, and that he'd best be bribed free. Leif took the initiative and kindly asked you to wait.
Grey eyes glanced between the two of you and Leif let out a sigh of relieve, his hands on his hips. Even in this odd, ridicilous and hopeful situation that you wanted nothing more than to put your faith into, you approached the bars and looked down at your friend with the sweetest smile you could muster.
"After all this...could you take me to Vinland?"
Listen To Me, Sail Away Again, Again...A Misty Moon
I'm Missing You...
For the first time since today, you could feel the breeze.
No longer was it biting or howling but simply soothing.
This road, dirty and muddy and the chants of the people going their merry way felt like a dream.
Stepping inside Leif's humble, little boat felt like a dream.
The mention of other possibly kind merchants joining as Thorfinn held your hand - it was wonderful. Once he was out, he embraced you tight, not saying a word. He worsened his broken arm with the never-ending squeeze he gave you and definitely smeared snot and blood on your neck when he buried his head in there, but you did not dare to complain. Your arms wrapped around his body, silently grateful to have him back.
In this mess that you were and the mess that you are, you felt like the luckiest person alive. You, bewtiched by the bliss, did not complain as Thorfinn let go of your hand.
He was as quiet as a mouse, anyway. You let him ponder, you let him pout to himself. But what you could not let happen was him vanishing once again.
As he did on that snowy hill to fight Thorkell.
"Thorfinn!" Yours and Leif's scream aligning with a bird's shriek. The man just got this little boy back and now you were running off as well, searching for him. He thought he finally found Vinland. Finally could honor his own oath and quench this sadness in his heart.
It was all for nothing.
The searching, the bribing, the empty promises on his behalf...your fighting, your murders, tending his wounds and holding him in your heart. All for nothing.
Yells echoed within the meeting hall. You caught a glimpse of brown and yellow make a sharp turn for it. "Thorfinn!" Yet as men tried to flee the hall, you only struggled to get inside, hearing Thorfinn's screams for Askeladd.
He seemed to have gotten in as his figure vanished from your sight and you hardly could hear him. The yelling and screaming ceased - what had happened in there?
"Thorfinn! Thorfinn, come back! Please!"
Not a reply, not a bellow of utter agony either. It was only you, screeching out his name, screeching out to be let go as the many servants and guards dragged you out. Pulling on your cloak, pulling on your hair, your arms, your face.
"Thorfinn!"
You could not see beyond the crowd. It was eerie to not hear anything from him. Now you wished he hadn't been so quiet.
"...What...? You, are dying? You...?"
The men reckoned you to be a beggar, wondering what you are doing here. Breaking into the king's meeting.
"...Don't be so foolish...and stop this nonsense. I give you my life...but...what will you do with your life...after you've taken mine...?"
Your screaming only convinced them of your madness. A mere, hysterical beggar breaking into the king's murder.
"Thorfinn!"
"...Will you take your friend with you...? Or will you do as I did to Björn...you should go, Thorfinn. Go far, far away from here. Somewhere that isn't here..."
You shall be taken away. Hysterical but maybe useful.
"Damn it, come back! Go back to Iceland, Thorfinn! GO BACK TO ICELAND!"
Iceland is not a fruitful or promising land...you shall be useful somewhere else. Somewhere that isn't here.
"...Go, Son of Thors...become a true warrior..."
Do Good, To Be Good...Do Good, To Be Good...You're Not Alone...
For the first time today, you felt the agony that dwelled within your heart, boiling there, wating for this moment.
The faces of the people, the mud of the road pressed into your face, the cuffs on your hands. It was a true nightmare.
Ripped away from the second Thorfinn let go of your hand and did not return to you. You still missed his silhouette. It was gone the moment you were hauled out of the place and thrown into the sea.
Thorfinn did not even answer your cires.
No one would now to a slave.
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PLATONIC YANDERE WEASLEY FAMILY HEADCANONS
They're very protective of each other, that's for sure. Molly might be the first one to meet you, or the Weasley children at Hogwarts. Heck, you might not even be related to the Weasleys and they'll still think of you as one of their own when they see the chance to make you theirs for good, you're just too naive and innocent for this world. And no doubt Harry and Hermione would play roles in helping them with their obsession with you as well since they are yanderes for you after all
Arthur would LOVE to talk to you about your knowledge of Muggles if you know about them that is. But don't worry, there are still plenty of other things he'd LOVE to talk to you about. It's actually kind of nice and adorable seeing him get so excited whenever you bring up the topic of Muggles, the way his eyes shine and light up with excitement like as if he's some sort of kid in a toy shop. But Molly has to be there to rein him in in case he makes you feel too overwhelmed with his questions. Arthur doesn't care if you're pure blood, related to them or not, half blood, muggle or heck even if your dad is Voldy himself. Unless of course, you're good. He'll still look after you like his own and care for you, and of course, keep you far far away from the prying eyes of the evil Malfoys and dangerous things like Death Eaters and concerning yourself with the activities of the Dark Lord
Bill is the chill and easy going brother who'll understand how you're feeling since he's a pro at it and he's also the oldest Weasley, he's the brother to 6 siblings of his. He's a good listener and always has good advice for you whenever you need to ask him about something and he'll also love it if you talk to him about his work and stuff. And he'll also tell Fred and George to lay back off a bit if their pranks become too much to which they'll apologize instantly. They would never think of hurting you, not even in their worst nightmares. And if you were brought into their family by force, he'll know how you're feeling and he'll make sure to always be there for you no matter what. Oh, and no dating, NONE of the Weasleys would ever allow you to date someone at all. Nope, you're their precious little baby and they don't want some riff raff tainting your innocence
Molly is a really coddling and protective yandere for you. She'll always make you nice hot lunches and meals when you need them, she'll always give you the comfort and love you need from a mother and of course, she'll get jealous when you talk about your past family. You just can't seem to hate her no matter what since she's being so nice to you, hating her would literally be a crime. She looks after you so well and that's actually part of a plan she has in mind. Oh, yeah, she's crafty too. She wants to win over your love and affection by doing these sweet things and all that, but she does truly genuinely care for you. And if you ever mention the name of someone you like, I seriously pray for that poor schmuck, be it boy or girl since I believe in gender equality lol
Charlie loves you as well and he's the adorable nerd, who'll like talking to you about dragons and stuff. Like Bill he's also laid back and easy going, and trying to make you feel more comfortable with the family. He'll tell you funny stories from his time in Romania, some of the hilarious things his brothers and sisters have done, their embarrassing stories and stuff that'll be sure to have a smile on your face. He would literally cry if you wanted to enter his field, he'd be so freaking happy and pleased, no doubt he'd actually say "IN YOUR FACE!" to the rest lol
Percy Weasley is the uptight stick in the mud, the spoilsport and sometimes the killjoy but he truly does want what's best for you despite him being arrogant and pompous. He tries to be a good example for people and his family but it's frustrating when no one follows him or even strives to be like him. He'll try to get you under his wing before the twins try corrupting you. He'll help you with your homework, ask you how your day is going and if anyone's bothering you, he'll teach them a lesson. He knows he isn't supposed to use his status as Headboy for personal reasons but he won't tolerate it if someone decided to make his sibling feel bad about something. And if you guys are at Hogwarts, he'll make his duty to check in on you every single freaking day and act like some sort of pompous watchdog for you
The fun loving Weasley twins, who love pranking you and the others, but will never go too far with their pranks for you since they would never want to see you cry. They're the best to come to when you're having a bad day or when you feel like crying. In which case they'll cheer you up by some of their pranks and make you laugh since they can't stand to see you cry and be sad. And as for the person whoever made the mistake of making you sad... they'll be on the wrong end of their pranks and NO ONE, I repeat NO ONE wants to be on the wrong end of their pranks, trust me on this. And they'll even take your opinion for their products at their joke shop Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes, and go as far as naming something after you and giving you some of their stuff for free, low prices or discounts ESPECIALLY for you. Lol, they'd just rub it in Ron's face and he'd so freaking jealous
Ron would be the really overprotective type for you. Normally the Weasleys are just over protective of you but he's INSANELY over protective. And it's mentioned in canon too that he's really protective over Ginny when she starts dating Terry Boot, Dean and Harry. And if you think he's bad there, he's WAY worse when you're concerned since the way he sees it is NO ONE is worthy of being your s/o, you're the baby of the family and he will NOT allow someone to ruin you. He'll love to talk about Quidditch with you and maybe even show off some of his flying skills to you, to impress you. And he will not think twice to defend you if some prat like Malfoy decides to be a prick to you, and what'll make his blood boil even more is if Malfoy decides to take an interest in you. In which case the entire Gryffindor house would have to get involved in trying to hold him, the Weasley twins and Percy from literally punching the hell out of him. And of course, with the help of his trust y friends Harry and Hermione they follow you with the Marauder's map and keep tabs on what you're doing just for your safety of course
And last but not the least, Ginny, the youngest of the family but knows how to get something when she wants it. And that includes your attention. She's kinda crafty and demands for your attention regularly. And she will snatch you up like some feather if you're spending time with someone else, except for Molly of course. NO ONE has the guts to dare to go against Molly lol. And of course, she'll introduce you to Luna and even Luna would turn out to be very protective over you. For someone who looks so innocent and calm like her, she does know how to get rid of people who bother you and make you sad. There's always someone watching you no matter what, be it a Weasley, a Granger, a Potter, or a Lovegood... they're all there for you and they're at the back of you, scaring people off who they don't like seeing close to you since all they want is the best for you, that's all. They might not have much, but they have family and it's home...
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