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Fight For You (Ivar x Reader)

This is my contribution to @youbloodymadgenius 1k celebration! Congrats, love!

My prompt was: You had my curiosity. But now you have my attention. (Django Unchained)

Warnings: a smidgeon of violence, talk of premeditative murder of a spouse, some possessive!Ivar? my poor attempts at humor and flirting.

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The talking of the other earls, jarls and king grated on Ivar's nerves. Instead of threatening to cut out all of their tongues and make a necklace of them, like he strongly desired to do, he silently reclined in his seat fuming. It was both boring and infuriating to listen to these lesser men squabble amongst themselves like children. But like Hvitserk frequently reminded him, the others needed to be included in the planning. Even if Ivar despised it.

So he sat back, pretending to listen to the others as they attempted to make a battle plan. Even if it was a piss poor attempt and honestly, laughable. He kept silent for now. For he had his own plan and when he felt he had given them enough time to argue, he would share what they needed to know to fulfill it. He never shared the full plan; he would never give another that kind of power and knowledge.

King Harald Finehair was the least incompetent of the warriors and since at least half of their heathen army was there due to him, many listened intently when he spoke.

"If our scouts are correct, our army vastly outnumbers anything the town has." King Harald placed both of his hands on the table, drawing the attention of those under the meeting tent to himself. "I say tomorrow we attack with our full force. If they barricade themselves in, then we burn the gate down."

"How great will our casualties be then?" Earl Liefson questioned, eyeing most of Norway's King with scrutiny.

"Did you not hear King Harald? We outnumber them! Those that die during the fight will certainly go to Valhalla to feast with Odin and Thor. Let us attack without fear or worry!" Jarl Haakon boasted, slapping a hand to his broad chest in emphasis.

This time Ivar did not try to suppress his annoyance. He rolled his eyes at the Jarl, practically biting his tongue to withhold a scathing comment. Looking to his left, he caught the gaze of his brother, Hvitserk, who at least was better at hiding his irritation.

There were many men that Ivar detested, many men he loathed. Jarl Haakon was most certainly in the top five. The man loved the sound of his own voice and any idea spewed from his mouth usually equaled in value to a pig's fart. At first, Ivar could not fathom how the Jarl managed to stay in his position of power. Sure, he fought like a berserker and thrived on bloodlust like many Vikings…. but he was a pompous, narrow-minded idiot.

Yet once the meetings started, plans being drawn for this great raid, Ivar figured it out.

It was you.

In the beginning, some of the other earls initially protested when Jarl Haakon brought you into the meetings; especially since you were no shieldmaiden, you were only his wife. But when he flatly stated either you came with him or him and his men left, their protests died down. Those very men were further silenced when King Harald greeted you warmly and welcomed your company.

At first, Ivar loathed your presence, thinking you were there just to satisfy your husband's ego, his continuous need to show off his beautiful wife. It was only after plans were finalized and Jarl Haakon looked down at you, his hand possessively on your lower back, that Ivar realized you were not there just to look pretty.

You surveyed over the "map" drawn into the dirt, eyes analyzing. Then you did the most unexpected thing. You critiqued the plan. Perfecting it in ways that even Ivar had not seen.

And the bloodthirsty prince could only sit back in shock and awe.

It was after that first encounter, whenever you were nearby, his gaze never strayed far from you.

Now, you stood silently next to your husband, focused on the plan being discussed. Instead of fully listening to the others, Ivar watched you. The way you bit your lower lip in concentration, the faint twitch of your right eye when someone said something you disagreed with, the quiet way you controlled your husband with a simple word or touch. It all mesmerized him.

What inflamed him the most was the few times your gaze would rise to meet his. The way you would peek at him through your lashes like a shy maiden, as if silently asking for his permission, then speak to the group of men. The power and intellect you kept hidden would be unveiled with your words. It was enough to make Ivar salivate every time.

Most women bothered Ivar with their whimpering or tedious nature, even most of the shieldmaidens made him want to plunge a dagger into them. But not you. You were not most women. Ivar swore on all the gods that you were a Valkyrie sent from Odin to bless him, to confirm his favor with the Aesir and his lineage tracing back to Odin himself.

Yet somehow you were married to that fool of a Jarl….and Ivar hated it.

"What say you, Ivar?" King Harald asked, drawing the prince back to the current conversation. The gazes of the other leaders weighed heavily once their eyes turned to Ivar, but instead of buckling underneath their inquiry, he thrived.

"I say why waste time and men? Let us lead a main force from the river like they expect us to do. A second force will attack from the north, hiding in the woods. My scout says there is a second smaller gate that their hunters use to leave the town. Because of its location, it is not well defended. Using that, there will be no need for a siege." He confidently explained his plan, looking around the meeting tent. A knot in his core tightened as he saw the corners of your lips turned upward in a brief smile and the bright gleam in your eyes. His plan was flawless, but seeing your approval bolstered his confidence, made him straighten further in his chair.

"Why did you not tell us about this second gate sooner?" An older earl demanded. His fingers tapped on the axe he wore on his hip, either purposefully threatening or mindlessly was yet to be determined.

The dark-haired prince rolled his head to the side, glaring at the man with malice in his icy blue eyes. "I waited until the information was necessary. If you sent your own scouts, they may have discovered it themselves instead of wasting their time drunk everyday we've been here."

"A second gate is fortuitous for us." King Harald interrupted before the earl could respond. "We will lose less men. I will lead the main attack with my men. Ivar will lead the second attack since you were the one who brought this information."

Ivar cocked his head for a moment then nodded. "Agreed." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jarl Haakon turn to you with a silent question in his look. Without hesitation, you give a single nod and your husband smiled.

"What are we standing around for then? We have Saxons to kill and glory and riches to earn. Let us prepare!" Jarl Haakon loudly proclaimed, making a couple of the earls chuckle. After that everyone began to disperse back to their own tents and warriors. Word would spread to prepare for battle the next day.

Catching Hvitserk's eye, Ivar motioned for his older brother to accompany him. Together, they walked out of the meeting tent and past groups of warriors, tents and cooking fires. The noon sun blared down on them, causing many to seek shelter under tents or tree canopies.

"What is it?" The flaxen-haired warrior asked, falling easily into step with his little brother.

Ivar hated how easily his brother could keep pace with him, while he stumbled along with his crippled legs and crutch. It was not Hvitserk's fault, but it was a resentment that Ivar still held nonetheless. Keeping his gaze forward, he grunted a vague reply. "I have questions."

"Ah." Hvitserk ran a hand over his mustache as he surveyed the camp around them. After a moment, he spoke up again. "Anything to do with y/n?"

Ivar snapped his head around to glare only to meet the amused look of his smirking brother. His upper lip curled up in a snarl but Hvitserk cut him off with a shrug.

"What? You're not as subtle as you think you are. You're lucky her husband hasn't taken notice of your…. attention."

"Shut up."

"Alright…. we are going to see her though, right?"

Ivar did not respond, instead he grit his teeth as he pressed on to his destination. Beside him, Hvitserk laughed but kept pace and any further comments to himself.

The two princes walked towards Jarl Haakon's tent. From observing, Ivar knew that the Jarl would be off with King Harald, talking to their warriors and finalizing their own plans. Without fail, he always postured himself to the forefront in speaking to their warriors, most likely to make sure his voice was heard just after King Harald and to boost his own ego. Even if his usefulness in making the battle plans was nonexistent. He was a warrior, through and through, but not a strategist. His value lied on his ability to wield his sword and axe on the battlefield.

To Ivar's surprise, you always retired to your tent right away after meetings. He witnessed on more than one occasion where your husband tried to convince you to accompany him, all to no avail. Oh, it was obvious your husband cared for you, but he also thrived on the jealous looks from others. His hand continuously rested on your lower back or around your shoulders, pulling you against him, dwarfing you with his larger frame. Frequently, he loudly proclaimed how he was gifted with a wife from Freya herself, making sure to steal a kiss as he laughed boisterously.

A coy smile danced on your lips but Ivar could see it hidden in the depths of your eyes, the annoyance and disgust by your husband's actions. You were a goddess on Midgard. That simpleton of a husband was not worthy of you. He should worship at your feet, begging for a moment of your divine attention. Yet, you were his lawful wife.

And jealousy threatened to burn Ivar alive as he looked on.

The son of Ragnar was further enraged as he approached your tent to witness no guards posted in front of it. How dare your husband leave you undefended? He was even more of a fool than Ivar thought.

With his usual arrogance, Ivar drew back the flap to your tent without calling out for your permission. As he stepped through, he could hear Hvitserk mutter something under his breath behind him, but still followed into the Jarl's tent.

You stood next to a short table on the far side of the tent. Your hair was out of its typical braids, catching the prince's eye. An image of him running his hand through your hair flashed through his mind without warning. With the cloth in hand and the shallow bowl before you, Ivar knew he had interrupted your cleansing.

"Prince Ivar," you started, dragging the cloth down your neck sensually before setting it softly into the bowl. "My husband is not here at the moment. Would you like me to send for him?"

"That's alright. It's you I'm interested in." He smirked as he watched you straighten further, a faint furrow between your brows. Your eyes continued to hold his, sending a thrill straight down his spine. He moved to the center of the tent, drawing closer as if magnetized by you. Leaning on his crutch, he tipped his head to peer at you. Lesser men would fear being alone with him, a Viking known for his bloodlust and cruelty but not you. There was no fear, no concern for safety in your eyes, only interest….and that amused and enthralled the crippled prince.

"I confess, I find your relationship with your husband…. peculiar. At first, I thought you were another pretty face, just another useless wife. But I see now, you are far more cunning and clever than you let on. Even now. Your husband is a fool, but he is intelligent enough to recognize he's need for you. So, I have been curious. Why are you still married to that oaf? I suspect there are far better suitors out there for you."

You shrugged, taking a couple steps closer to the center of the tent. "It was the gods' will, and he is a good man."

"He's an idiot." Ivar deadpanned. A muffled snort came from the direction of Hvitserk behind him but he kept his piercing eyes on you.

"Perhaps. He is still my husband."

"Mmm….and do you care for your husband?"

You glanced over at Hvitserk, who stood near the entrance, leaning against a pole casually, and then back to Ivar. For the first time, he saw uncertainty flash across your eyes but it was quickly subdued. "Why does it matter?"

He moved closer until he stood before you, the sound of his crutch muffled by the furs covering the ground. "He is always touching you, but you never reciprocate. You are…. complacent. Tell me, honestly. Does his intellect bore you? Is that why you run back to your tent?"

"Ivar…." Hvitserk said in warning, only to be ignored.

"Would you bore me?" You asked coquettishly, looking at him from under your lashes, making his heart race. "I find most men…. simple."

"I think you know the answer to that." His mouth curved in an arrogant smile. "Is that why you steal looks at me during meetings?"

"Or is it because I feel your eyes on me already?"

Gods, he wanted to touch you. As you stared into one another's eyes, a silent conversation flowed between you two. It was now he finally saw what he hoped for, what he silently prayed for. A longing lay hidden in your gaze that matched his own. An understanding. A hunger that bespoke of adventure and passion. The torturous desire was enough to drive him mad with need but he refrained. He would make you come to him though, he would make you touch him first to prove your want for him.

"Is this…. are you two flirting?" Hvitserk suddenly asked, shattering the revealing moment.

"No, brother. I would never flirt with a married woman." Ivar took a step back from you, feeling the space like a chasm between you two. "I think my questions have been answered." He turned around and started towards the entrance.

In anger, most people revealed their true selves. He had learned that if he could say the right thing, push people the right way, their true selves, their true desires would manifest. So he decided to see if the meek wife you portrayed was accurate or just a mask, if he could draw that longing out from you. He turned his head just enough to the side to make sure you heard his next statement. "It seems you are just another pretty face after all."

In the next step, the sharp edge of a dagger pressed to his throat froze his step. Shifting his head slightly, the edge dug further, almost piercing his skin. You stood just behind him, the dagger in your hand.

"I may not be a shieldmaiden but I am no helpless Saxon woman." You slowly, teasingly, dragged the dagger's tip further up his neck to his pulse point. The whole time he never removed his eyes from yours over his shoulder. The tension glided across his body, shooting a shiver down his spine. He wondered if the heated look in your eyes matched his own. If he licked his lips, could he taste the ardor saturating the air between you.

When you spoke again, it was with a low and titillating tone. Your breath brushed against his neck, the feeling of your body almost touching his- tormenting. His hand clutched his crutch with a white-knuckle grip, his self-control slipping away with each moment. "I always have at least three daggers on me…. would you like to try and find them?"

"I do!" Hvitserk said, raising his hand, breaking the tension. "I volunteer!"

You winked at Hvitserk before withdrawing the dagger from Ivar's throat and taking a step back. Ivar continued to watch you as your gaze met his again. "Do not assume just because you cannot see something, does not mean it is not there. I may look like the submissive wife but that is far from the truth."

To say he was aroused was an understatement. Spinning on his heel, he faced you, not even trying to suppress the hunger bubbling up within him. "You had my curiosity. But now you have my attention."

"And what does that mean, 'I have your attention'? Is there a prize?" You raised an eyebrow but the devious smirk betrayed your amusement.

"I always reward those who…. interest me." He shifted forward to gently reach forward and caress your cheek. A sharp inhale and the fluttering of your lashes at his touch proved his effect on you. Carefully, you tipped your head, leaning your cheek against his hand. Never before had he coveted you so strongly. His instincts screamed at him to take your hand and lead you back to his tent, to make you his forever. You were a free woman though; the choice was yours. He wanted you to choose him.

"You are too smart for that idiot. Leave him." He muttered, tracing a finger over the seam of your lips.

"It's not that simple."

"It can be."

You pressed a kiss to the tip of his finger. "And what will I do then?"

"You can be my woman!" Hvitserk declared, placing a hand over his heart.

You giggled at the harsh glare Ivar threw his brother over his shoulder.

"What?" Hvitserk asked in mock innocence. “You know I would share, little brother!"

"Hvitty, say another word and I will cut your tongue out."

The flaxen-haired prince rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Both of you need to work on your flirting. I did quite enjoy the little display you gave us, it's been far too long since someone threatened Ivar. We could make a shieldmaiden out of you yet, y/n."

You stepped around Ivar to approach Hvitserk, much to Ivar's chagrin. He watched you give a quick peck on the cheek to his brother. Red began to color Ivar's sight, the tight grip on his crutch borderline painful.

"I could make you very happy." Hvitserk said with a flirty wink, making you giggle.

The innuendo did not go over both Ivar and your heads. You smiled though, walking back towards the center of the tent. "I'm sure but I would hate to take that opportunity away from all the other women since I don't like to share."

Ivar reached over and grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him. The sweet smile lingered on your face but now directed at him softened some of his jealous anger. He cupped the side of your face, gazing down at you in something akin to reverence and longing. Silently, you placed your hands on his chest, staring up at him. He wondered if you caused his heart to beat or it beat for you.

"You fascinate me." He whispered, as if scared to utter the confession.

A sigh escaped you as you glanced downward at your hands on him. "If only we had met in another life."

"Leave him. He doesn't deserve you. You deserve to be worshipped and recognized. Not treated as something to be shown off."

"Perhaps one day." You lifted your eyes to meet his once more. "But I can't yet. An alliance relies on our marriage."

He nodded, running his tongue along his bottom lip. It made sense. That would explain how you ended up married to the foolish warrior jarl. Lifting one of your hands from his chest, he pressed a lingering kiss to your knuckles, wishing it was your lips instead. Without another word, he started towards the entrance to your tent. His mind needed to process what it learned and how to best utilize that information for his plan.

Just before opening the flap, he turned back to you, surprised to see you still standing in the same spot but now rubbing your kissed knuckles across your bottom lip. Warmth and determination welled in his chest.

"Will you pray to the gods for our victory?"

A smug smile curled the corners of your mouth. "I always do, but it is not necessary for who can defeat Ivar the Boneless?"

He could not stop the grin from spreading across his face. "And do you pray for your husband's safety?"

"That I leave to the gods."

With one last heated look sent your way, he ducked out of the tent and back into the sunny camp.

"What now?" Hvitserk asked, walking beside him.

"I need to talk with King Harald."

"Ivar, you can't…. that’s…."

He stopped to round on his brother, a scowl directed at him. "She deserves better than Jarl Haakon. Do you disagree?" He spat out, his wrath directed at your husband blazing once again.

Hvitserk sighed. "No, but…."

"Then it's settled." Without waiting, he started in the direction of King Harald's tent.

Hvitserk rushed back to his side, falling into step. "So you'll pursue her after?"

Ivar kept silent, mind already finalizing plans on how to best dispose of your husband. The battle coming up was the perfect opportunity, as if the timing was ordained and blessed by the gods.

"You won't be the only one. You're not the only man to watch her."

Ivar sneered at the thought. "They will find themselves with my axe embedded in their guts if they even try."

"So protective of her already and she is still another man's wife."

Ivar turned on his brother but Hvitserk just sidestepped the dagger aimed at his chest.

"If it's the gods' will for her to be your wife then I will help you." His older brother stated with his hands held up in surrender. "You know this. Besides I think you found your match with her."

"She is…." The crippled prince started but his words trailed off. How could he adequately describe how you meant to him, how he longed for you, how he knew with you by his side he would be unstoppable and maybe for once in his life, actually happy.

"Is that Ivar the Boneless speechless? It must be love…. or the sun is getting to your head and you're going to be sick."

"Shut up." Ivar snapped but without malice.

They walked for a few more minutes in silence before Hvitserk spoke up again.

"It will be pleasant to not hear his irritating voice anymore in meetings. We may be able to find an earl willing to just kill him for us."

Ivar chuckled darkly. His thoughts returned to you and how he would willingly do anything to make you his wife. You were his Valkyrie, his goddess, you would complete him. Soon you would at his side, come death or Ragnarök, he would fight for you.

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Fresh Crops! End of the Year Super Post! Decemper 13 - 31, 2021

So I missed the last couple Fresh Crop Mondays. I was so busy preparing for and then celebrating the holidays I didn't have the time to sit and pull together the weekly posts until now.

And since the new year turn over falls close enough to a Monday, I've decided to compile all the remaining fresh fic from 2021 into one final post, and we'll pick up with the January Fresh fics next week!

I hope you all have a very wonderful end of the year. If you celebrated any holidays, I hope they were everything you hoped for, and if you just chilled for some nice long weekends I hope they were very relaxing and enjoyable!

Without further ado, the last new fics and chapter updates for 2021 in the Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons fandom!

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Additional Tags: bereavement, Grieving, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Grave, headstone, Forget-Me-Not Valley, Funeral, Flowers, Crying, Widowed, Canonical Character Death, Spoilers for AWL/DS if you haven't played them yet

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Additional Tags: Short & Sweet, Self-Reflection, Light Grief, Home is Something You Make

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I don’t want to look in the mirror - by Poetic_Cinema_2; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

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Character: Wayne

Additional Tags: Body Dysphoria, Gender Issues, Uhm, Girl just take this, She is, transfem, and has no idea at this point, THIS IS A WIP, hope you like this xoxo, I haven’t played this game in like 3 months :/, Gender, meant to be read on mobile, picking at skin, GOD PLEASE JUST PRETEND THIS HAS INDENTS, Ao3 messed up the formatting

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The Problem With Kevin - by SnowyFlare; WIP, 1/?, 1.7k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandom: Grand Bazaar

Relationships: Gretel/Lloyd, Dirk/Gretel, Sherry/Lloyd; Characters: Kevin the Child, Lloyd, Gretel, Claire, Antoinette, Dirk, Ivan, Wilbur, Sherry, Angelo, Amir, Freya, Daisy, Felix, Claude, Cindy, Lauren, Nellie, Marian the Café Owner | Mina, Ethel, Stuart, Isaac, Joan

Additional Tags: Neurodiversity, therapy animals, First Dates, stemming, Autism Spectrum, Bed-Wetting, Nightmares, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Bullying, Childhood Trauma, Child Abuse, Small Towns, Illnesses, Sick Character, Chronic Pain, Touch-Starved, Parent-Child Relationship, Child Abandonment, Depression, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Anxiety Attacks, Social Issues, Social Anxiety, Cats, Arranged Marriage, Bigotry & Prejudice, Misogyny, Internalized Misogyny, Arachnophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Older Man/Younger Man, Older Man/Younger Woman, Falling In Love, First Kiss, Massage, Semi-graphic violence, Cute Kids, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Sleepy Cuddles, Divorce, Diary/Journal

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Wildflower - by EmeraldHaze15; WIP, 13/?, 22k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Gen

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Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town, Back To Nature

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Feels, Comfort/Angst, Angst and Romance, Romance, Drama & Romance, Slow Romance, Adventure & Romance, Awkward Romance, Romantic Comedy, Comedy, Fanfiction Comedy (MICF)

Summary: It's not that Claire can't talk, she sometimes speaks yes, but only when she has the desire to. Then there's Gray, the stoic guy with the famous resting b*tch face, he doesn't want anything to do with anyone, everyone, even the new girl although she's... cute. While Jack tries to save his farm, he also confides in Claire and asks her help to search for his unknown childhood friend, his first love, who apparently is one of the girls in Mineral town?!? Will Claire manage to find Jack's long-lost Best friend? Will Claire find what she truly desires in her second chance at life?

Life Renewed - by SisyphusWorker; WIP, 6/?, 14k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M

Fandoms: Harvest Moon: DS, Friends of Mineral Town

Relationship: Keira/Pete | Jack; Characters: Keira | Kirara, Pete | Jack, Witch Princess, Male Farmer | Yuto

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Romance, Awkward Romance, Difficult Decisions, Revenge, Family Issues, Moving On, Closure, Two Endings, Diptych, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net

Summary: A princess of the past and a farmer of the present. Two tales that were once separate had now been permanently intertwined into one, be it out of curse or fate. One desires to discover more of herself. One desires to give meaning to his life. Yet, these two have their hurdles to overcome, personal and shared. As these two cross their paths, what new chapters shall unfold as these two take on a new life together?

Shooting Stars - by Measured; Complete, 1/1, 1.6k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Farmer/Ford; Characters: Ford, Female Farmer

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Family Fluff

Summary: Ford and his family do some stargazing on the way home.

Also, because of the new Apple killing tags debacle happening, I've decided to stop putting Explicit fics in the weekly posts. Probably only temporarily, but I'd hate for posts to get eaten and lost for Apple users because of their restrictive bs. I'll use my discretion and heavily edit the tag is I do share a E-rated fic that's not just smut for smut's sake. but any of those pure smut fics are gonna be skipped for the time being. Sorry if your story gets skipped. It's nothing personal, I promise.

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #trio of towns #pioneers of olive town #hm ds #grand bazaar #a wonderful life #sunshine islands #back to nature

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waiting4inspiration · 3 years

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Cursed (Ivar x Reader)

Summary: The whispers have come back, taunting you and mocking you. You’ve kept your curse a secret for so long, but everyone has a breaking point. And what do you have left to lose now that you’ve lost everything?

Warnings: angst (obviously), mentions of death, trauma, psychosis (see Author’s Note), signs of mental illness

Word Count: 2,303

A/N: Okay, so this is my entry for @youbloodymadgenius and her 1k Celebration. My prompt is in bold (I see dead people). And I just want to mention that I was so excited for this piece. Reader is based on Senua from the game Hellblade and she does suffer from psychosis. I tried to replicate it and what Senua calls ‘Furies’ as much as I could but it was a bit challenging and I wanted to keep to my story too. Hope you enjoy it!

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The whispers are nothing new to you. Although they have been quiet for some years now, you’re not really surprised when they return again. Especially with all the people you had lost on the recent raid in England and then the plague that ravished the city the following winter.

It wasn’t the greatest raid your people have had and many, many warriors were lost and have gone to Valhalla. It changed the lives of a lot of people in Kattegat, yourself included. Now, when you walk through the city, it’s as if you walk through Niflheim surrounded by spirits of the dead. Wrights.

This happened to you when you were a child, but it went away when you met the man that would be your husband. And you thought that the Gods had given you a chance to live a normal life without what you believe is a curse from the Goddess Hel.

Now, with the aftermath of so much death from the raid and the plague, the whispers have come back and you see the men and women that the Valkyries have not taken to Valhalla or were chosen by Freya to go to Folkvangr walking around in the realm belonging to the Goddess of the dead.

The whispers wake you one night, shaking you to the core and making you shoot up gasping for air. You stare into the darkness, panting as you try to push the voices muttering and hissing your head away. Even though they’re nothing new to you, you hate them and wish they would go away again. You pray every day that Odin takes mercy on you once more and takes away your curse.

“She’s scared,” one voice laughs, making you shake as you wrap your arms around your body.

“There’s nothing you can do about this.”

“She’s stuck with us.”

You shake your head to try and make them stop, pull your knees closer to your chest and you breathe out a long sigh. “Another nightmare?” Ivar speaks behind you and places a hand on your shoulder when he sees you shaking.

Nodding your head, you run a hand over your face to wipe away the thin layer of sweat on your forehead before you glance over your shoulder at him. “They won’t go away,” you say, keeping your eyes on his chest because you can’t bear to look in his eyes.

All Ivar knows about the whispers is what you’ve told him. Which is nothing. You thought that if you told him, he would fall out of love with you and throw you aside. Or worse, kill you because he too thinks you’re cursed. He only knows that you’ve been having nightmares and that they started when the plague ended because that is what you’ve told him.

“He knows you’re lying. He knows you’re keeping secrets.”

“If you tell him he’ll think you’re crazy.”

“What are you doing?”

“They’re watching you. They see you.”

Your head snaps up at the last words and you see the spirit you hoped you would never see. A young body with a sickly look on his face, sweat on his face, and his lips dry and chapped. His eyes have lost their vibrant blue color and are now white. It’s the spirit of the son you lost to the plague. One of the first children to die because of it leaving you and Ivar heartbroken.

A cry leaves your lips and you drop your head as your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. Ivar’s hands gently rub your shoulders and he presses his lips to the side of your face. “You’re not telling me something,” he whispers, running his hands down your arms and pulls your hand away from your mouth so he can weave his fingers through yours.

Ivar’s skill to tell when someone’s keeping something from you always amazes you. You told him when you married him that you do have a secret that you can’t tell him. Not until you’re ready to. He’s tried to get you to tell him, but you never had the courage to do that. You thought it didn’t matter but it does now that the whispers have come back.

You look back up at the ghost standing in the darkness; your son. “I haven’t told anyone,” you whisper, watching your son move towards the door and leave the room. The whispers tell you various things. Go after him, leave him, he’s leaving, he’ll never leave you. “I can’t tell anyone.”

“You know that’s not true,” Ivar softly says, making your head turn over your shoulder and you finally look at his face. “Tell me,” he begs, reaching up to touch the side of your face.

His hands are cold against your skin, but it is a cold night, you think. You don’t mind. The cold is refreshing against your heat in your body from the nightmare, the frantic whispers, and the ghosts of your son you see.

“Mommy.”

“Brynjar.” Your head snaps to the door when you hear your son's voice calling you and you shift towards the edge of the bed.

Ivar sighs sadly behind you as you stand and walk away from the bed. “(Y/n), you know he is gone-”

“No, no he’s here,” you cut him off, quickly making your way to the door, open it and then peer out to see if you can find your son. “He’s not gone.”

“(Y/n)-”

“I can see him, Ivar!” you shout, jumping around to glare coldly at him. “He is here and I can see him,” you say, wrapping your arms around you as you stand in the middle of the room.

He stares at you, biting the inside of his cheek as he breathes out a saddened sigh. He holds out his hands for you, inviting you to join him again and you slowly walk back towards him. You place your hand in his and crawl onto the bed before sitting on your heels. “This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him after his death, is it?” You shake your head. “It has something to do with the secret you won’t tell me.” Hesitantly, you nod.

“He thinks you’re crazy.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Don’t tell him. Don’t tell him.”

“Don’t. Tell. Him.”

You take a deep breath, run your tongue over your lips, and place your hands over his when they rest in his lap. It’s time to tell him. You can’t keep it to yourself anymore. “When I was a child, I realized that I was different from everyone. I could...I...saw things…” It’s hard to let the words come out because of the lump growing in your throat and the mocking, warning, and cursing voices whispering in your mind. “It went away but they’re back and everywhere I see…” you stop, lift your gaze up to Ivar’s face to see if he wants to hear what you’re going to say or if he thinks you’re crazy already. He’s waiting for you to speak again. “I see dead people.”

Ivar blinks at you, his mouth falling slightly open as he comprehends your words. “Dead people?” he asks to make sure he heard you properly and you lightly nod your head. “That’s why you think Brynjar is here?”

“I don’t think he’s here. I can see him just as I see all those that perished from the sickness and those that haven’t been chosen to feast with the Gods,” you explain, shifting so you can sit with your legs crossed under you. “And...I hear these voices in my mind, whispering things or mocking me, cursing me and I can’t make them stop. They won’t stop,” you whisper, dropping your head between your shoulders and staring at your hands folded in your lap.

He shifts in his spot, licks his lips, and looks to the door where you had seen your young son, his heir. He can understand now why you have kept this a secret from him, from everyone. “You’ve always had this, haven’t you?” he asks, your head lifting back up and your lower lip tucking in between your teeth.

You nod your head lightly before your head snaps to the side when you’re sure you hear a voice speak. Maybe it’s another ghost. Maybe it’s someone you know.

“They know you can see them. They know.”

“They’re coming for you.”

“Run.”

“Run!”

“They’re going to kill you.” (This voice sings and laughs.)

“It died down when I met you, when I fell in love with you. They were still there, but I felt as if I could control them now that I had something important in my life,” you say, your eyes scanning the room as your heart races in your chest, panicking that what the whispers say might be true. Slowly, you turn your head back to Ivar when his hand lands on your knee so he can draw your attention away from the darkness of the room. “But they came back, along with these visions of the dead in Hel’s realm. I see them, I hear them. I hear Hel’s voice laughing at me because I’m cursed-”

“You are not cursed,” Ivar stops you, his hands shooting out to stop you from talking ill of yourself. But you pull your hands away from him and they begin to shake.

“She’s cursed.”

“You’re cursed.”

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Do it, do it, do it.”

“Do it!”

“Stop!” you shout, your hands shooting to your hair so you can grip your roots tightly, hoping to get a handle on the whispers that now start laughing at you, taunting you with loud voices and stopping any other thought from entering your mind. All you can hear, all you can do, is listen to them. You fall forward, bury your face in the furs before you let out a string of sobs that shake your body. “I want him back. I can’t stand this pain anymore. I want him back,” you cry, pushing yourself up when your lungs scream for air and you turn your face to the heavens, letting the tears stream down your cheeks. “Give him back!”

The door opens and you quickly turn your head away from whoever it is that’s coming to see if everything is alright. Ivar, instead, looks to see who it is and also to tell them to leave as he reaches out to place a hand over yours. It’s his brother, Hvitserk.

“Go away, Hvitserk,” Ivar orders, knowing that it’s best for him not to stick his nose in this. But Hvitserk doesn’t even look at him.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?” Hvitserk quietly asks, staying by the door until you say otherwise. He doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

Ivar frowns at his brother and shifts to try and make him see the stern look on his face. “Leave me alone,” you whisper, dropping your head between your shoulder and closing your eyes as more tears escape. “Please, leave me alone,” you beg, and you don’t have to ask again because Hvitserk backs away and closes the door.

Outside your mind, it’s quiet except for the occasional sniff from you as you wipe your tears away. Inside your mind, the whispers won’t shut up. They all speak at the same time and you don’t have the energy to discern them. And Ivar waits for you to speak again; whenever you’re ready.

“They’re back. They came back,” you mutter, wrapping your arms tightly around you and lightly starting to rock back and forth. “They came back when I lost everything.”

“You lost everything.”

“You are going to die!”

“You’re going to kill us.”

“You’re going to die.”

“Useless.”

“You have nothing.”

“Nothing.”

“They’re coming.”

“THEY’RE COMING!”

A cackle frightens you and makes you jump around to look at what could be behind you, your hands gripping the furs under them tightly. You’re breathing heavily, sweat breaking on your forehead as you shake in terror. Then Ivar places a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around and stare at him with wide eyes.

He shakes his head, reaches up to touch the side of your face but you pull away from him and heave. “You still have me.”

Laughing. The whispers are laughing. All of them. Laughing in that mocking tone that breaks you down even more.

“Ivar, you died three months ago.”

A frown grows on his face and he leans back in shock and confusion, shaking his head in disbelief. “No…”

“Why doesn’t he believe you?”

“He doesn’t believe you.”

“Why would he believe you?”

“You got sick and we did everything we could to save you but you were too weak,” you say, reaching up to touch the side of his face, but stop before you do and pull your hand away. “My love,” you whisper, your voice drowning in sadness as tears fall from your eyes again. “Don’t you remember?” you ask.

He shakes his head, stops for a second, and then remembers. He remembers being weak, so weak that he couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink, couldn’t sit up. He remembers lying in your arms, your fingers stroking his head as you cry, knowing that there’s nothing you can do to save his life. And the last thing he remembers is you telling him that it will be alright, that he can let go.

You watch the realization crossing his face and know that he’s remembered. And now that he remembers that he is dead, his figure starts to fade away, leaving you staring at the wall and being alone. But not completely alone.

“He’s gone.”

“He left.”

“He’s dead.”

“You lost everything.”

“You’re all alone.”

“No, not alone! She still has us.”

“We’ll never leave you.”

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 4 years

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Let It In

Gif for the celebration, my thought process is maybe instead of Niklaus being in Elijah arms it’s the reader. Maybe she switched her humanity off so Lijahs forcing her to turn it back on. I hope that all makes sense

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Mentions of character death.

Author’s Note: Here’s some angst for you. I’m still working on my 1500 gif drabbles. But even then it seems I can’t really keep anything under 1k XD This was submitted by the lovely @xxqueenofgamesxx

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“Stop trying to save me!” You yelled out as you turned to face Elijah. “I’m not some broken toy you can just glue together with your words.”

For the last year, Elijah had been trying so desperately to get you to turn your humanity back on. Any time he’d come even a fraction close to getting you to flip the switch back, you’d take off not wanting to deal with it. A trail of bodies left in your wake as you left.

This time he had you cornered, no doubt with the help of his sister. The barrier spell surrounding both of you in this small space was one of her specialties. And at that moment, you hated Freya even more than you had since you flipped your switch.

“I have never thought of you as some toy, Y/N.” Elijah said keeping his voice calm as he took a step towards you. “You are my wife and I made a vow to not only love you but help you and keep you safe. That includes getting you your humanity back.”

A dark chuckle passed your lips as you shook your head. “I have been safe. No danger has come to me in years. If I remember correctly, I asked you to join me on this side of things, but you turned me down.”

You hadn’t missed the fact that he had been closing you in even more. You hated that he was and that you couldn’t get away from him. Elijah knew why you had asked him to switch off his humanity. He was the only one that could get you to flip it back. Especially since he was the only one who shared the pain you shut out.

“You had your reasons for shutting it off, Y/N.” He said shaking his head. “It was a hard time for both of us. But you were the one that was hurt by it the most and I didn’t do anything to help you or to stop you from making that decision and I regret it.”

You huffed. “I’d say since then, I’ve been doing just fine. Better even.” You said as a smirk pulled at your lips.

“We both know that isn’t true.” He said as he took one final step towards you, having you stuck in the corner of the room with the wall against your back. The space between you minimal as you looked up at him. “Once you let your humanity back in, Arick’s death would consume you-”

“Shut up, Elijah.” You said cutting him off as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Neither of us has spoken his name since that night and I’d prefer it that way. Might as well let that memory go with all the hurt, right?”

At your words, it was Elijah’s turn to narrow his eyes at you. “Arick was our son, Y/N. You cannot just erase him. Yes, his death was tragic and I have done everything in my power to ensure those that killed him were killed by my own hands. But you will not be the one to make it seem like he does not exist.”

Elijah had tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke to you. But he couldn’t stop the anger that came out of his words towards the end. You hadn’t missed it either. And that part of you that was hanging on to that off switch couldn’t help itself.

You kept yourself calm as you leaned up and brought your lips right next to his year. A devilish smirk pulled at your lips. “It’s your fault he’s dead in the first place. If only you cared less for your brother, our son would still be alive.”

The moment Elijah pushed you back, you couldn’t help but chuckle. You saw the hurt in his eyes and it didn’t bother you one bit. His eyes searched yours the moment the chuckle subsided. All he could see within them was emptiness. The flicker of hurt he saw moments before at the mention of your son was gone. But that didn’t stop him from trying again.

“What would he say if he saw you as you are now?” He asked.

Between the three of you, you always assured each other that facing the pain was a lot better than flipping the humanity switch. Especially for immortals such as yourselves. Unfortunately, Arick wasn’t an original vampire.

While born before both of you had transitioned, it wasn’t until Arick was older that you turned him. His first several years of life had been hard for both you and Elijah when it came to your bloodlust with turning. But you somehow managed to control yourselves a lot better than his siblings had.

Arick hoped that he nor his parents would become bloodthirsty as his aunts and uncles. It was a promise that the three of you had made after you turned him. And if Arick had seen you now, he’d be disappointed.

You rolled your eyes as you pushed him back, attempting to get some room between the two of you before walking around him. His arms came around you and his hold tightened as you tried to fight him off. The strength between the two of you making it difficult for either of you to win against the other.

“You loved him, Y/N.” Elijah said as you struggled against his hold trying to block out what he had been saying. “Yes, it was my fault you two were in that position in the first place. You shouldn’t have watched our son die.”

A memory that you had longed to forget had made its way into your mind. The way you had watched as your son struggled to get himself free from his captors. But the vervain that had been running through his system had made him weak, just as the very thing had done to you. But watching as the enemy had staked him right in front of you, had broken you in ways that you hadn’t believed you could ever be.

“Let go of me, Elijah.” You said through clenched teeth as you fought against him.

His hold had tightened, and part of him believed because it had been because you were breaking. “I will not let go.” He said as keeping his own emotions in check. Bringing up his son’s death wasn’t the easiest thing. And while he would be willing to express those feelings, this was all about you. “I will never let go.” He promised.

You shook your head trying to get the thoughts in your head out. But no matter how much you fought, Elijah’s hold on you tightened. And at some point, he moved his hand on top of your arm, just enough to allow a connection between minds.

Memories flood your mind. The memories of Elijah seeing you with their son. The way you cared for and protected him. Everything up until he turned he brought it to you. And the last thing he showed you was how broken you looked when he found you holding your son’s body. There was hurt and hatred in your eyes as you looked up at him. Through the memories, the pain being relived though it.

A cry of pain left your lips the moment Elijah stopped. You had stopped fighting against him and you slumped against him. He never once removed his arms from around you, wanting to comfort you as you let in every emotion that you refused to acknowledge.

“I’ve got you.” He promised as he held you, wanting you to know he wasn’t going to leave your side any time soon. This was the first step in getting you back and he was going to make sure that you wouldn’t find yourself wanting to go back to the numbness you had sought out.

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carefulthatsharassment-sir · 4 years

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Forever

This was written for @inthemindofanother 1K challenge. Congratulations on 1K!! The prompt was best friend who stops wedding. I hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Elijah x Male Original Character

Word Count: 1568

Warnings: A little alcohol use, some angst and fluff.

Connor frowned as he stumbled through the entrance to the courtyard, his movements drunk, slow and unsteady. He pursed his lips before taking a swig of the bottle of whisky that was more than half gone. Unsurprisingly the Mikaelson compound was deserted, the male siblings had all gone out drinking celebrating Elijah’s last night as a free man, Rebekah and Freya had gone out with the lovely women that Elijah would be marrying in the morning. Hope was spending the night at Hayley and Jacksons new place across the river. So, Connor was all alone, he contemplated going back out and losing himself to his bitter anger and another warm body, but he figured it wouldn’t do him any good in the long run, so getting drunk of his arse was the next best thing. Taking another long swig of the whisky he stumbled up the stairs holding on to the bannister for support he desperately needed, okay so he probably shouldn’t have been drinking as much as he was but he felt as if every single aspect of himself was aching and breaking apart, he could feel his heart shattering every minute as the wedding drew closer. With less than 24 hours until Elijah Mikaelson married the supposed women of his dreams, Connor’s heart was hanging on by literal threads, or well it felt like that to him. Connor sighed before pulling himself up and dragging himself to his bedroom. Opening the slightly creaky door, he turned and switched on his light, slamming the door behind him with his foot. He made his way to the bed, messily placing the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. Toeing of his shoes and taking his jacket of, he crumpled the Demin and threw it across the room. Connor sat down on the bed and ran his hand through his hair, his thoughts starting to get a little foggy and a little messy the alcohol he had consumed throughout the night finally catching up to him. Thankfully despite growing up with the Michaelson’s, being Elijah’s best friend and older than the man by 3 months and being turned by Esther all those many many years ago Elijah had not asked him to be his best man, instead choosing to ask Niklaus in some hope to make Niklaus feel better. It had worked Connor supposed as Niklaus was very accepting towards Elijah’s wife to be. Connor on the other hand while had been civil and polite made no effort to bond or communicate with the woman. There was only so many times he could watch Elijah fall in love with someone who wasn’t him, Connor had been in love with Elijah since he was a teenager and a thousand years later here, he was still pining over his best friend. It was no secret growing up that Connor wasn’t a lady’s man; he was rather a man’s man. Over the centuries there had been a few men none of them however compared to Elijah. Connor reached over to grab the whiskey with a shaky hand, finishing it before throwing the bottle towards the wall, suddenly not caring that it would most likely smash and he would have a mess to clean in the morning. Connor took of his jeans also throwing them across the room. Deciding he had, had enough of this day he switched of the light and crawled into bed, silently hoping that he would sleep through tomorrow, that no one would wake him up as he was pretty sure pretending to be happy would break his heart. With that as his last thought Connor allowed his drunken slumber to take him.

The first thing Connor was aware of when he woke up was that the compound was still silent, which meant his wish either came true or everyone else was still asleep. Checking his phone, he realised it was far to early for the others to be awake, come to think of it, it was also far too early for himself to be awake. But well to be honest he did have the mess that was currently his room to clean and come to think of it he could really murder a coffee now. Connor got out of bed, sighing when he spotted the mess, he had left last night. Thankfully the bottle hadn’t shattered, god knows how it hadn’t, but Connor was incredibly grateful that it hadn’t. He picked it up and placed it on his dresser. Looking in the mirror he wasn’t surprised to see his short brown hair sticking up and looking a little like a bird’s nest, he also wasn’t surprised to see that his blue eyes were a little bloodshot. That’s what you get when you spend most of the night drinking yourself silly. Since it was highly likely that no one would be up Connor didn’t bother putting any pyjama bottoms on, content with just his boxer shorts and his black t-shirt. He padded towards the kitchen making sure to be quiet, once there he started to make his coffee, sighing slightly he sat at the breakfast bar waiting for the coffee to brew. Suddenly Elijah appeared in front of him. “Good morning Connor” He said.

“Huh? Oh, good morning Lijah” Connor stood up hearing that the coffee was done, he added sugar and sat back down nursing his drink. Connor sighed completely ignoring Elijah, and the way that his heart just sped up around him. Elijah sat down next to him, before breaking the awkward silence.

“I missed you yesterday, where did you go in the end?”

“Oh uh, I uh went to a different bar”

Elijah nodded in understanding. “So, did you end up doing anything interesting?”

“Oh uh, not really, the usual to be honest”

“Why didn’t you come with us yesterday?” Elijah asked

Connor paused, he really did not know how to answer the question, lie and tell him, he met someone or tell him the truth, tell Elijah that his heart couldn’t take much more of this, that he hated that they would never ever be together, that they would only ever just be best friends.

“Connor you know if something is bothering you, you can tell me you know”

Connor sighed “There are somethings better left unsaid Elijah”

“No there’s not Connor, I am your best friend. If there is something bothering, you I deserve to know”

“That’s the thing Lijah, its you. Your bothering me” Connor exploded.

Elijah looked taken back “What, what do you mean it’s me”

Connor sighed. Well he supposed it was now or never. Elijah was due to get married in 5 hours. Although he still had doubts, he wasn’t sure he wanted to do this to his best friend, but he supposed either way he was going to lose Elijah today.

“Connor, come on talk to me”

Connor ran his hand through his hair. “God this is not the conversation I ever wanted in my boxers on the day of your wedding”

Elijah looked confused and was about to speak before Connor held his hand up to stop him.

“Elijah Mikaelson, there is something you need to know about me. You obviously know that I am gay, and you’ve never been anything short of accepting. Throughout all the decades that I have lived through there have been countless lovers and one-night stands but there has only ever been one man who I have been completely, wholly and utterly in love with. God Elijah, it’s you. It’s always been you Lijah. You are the man that I want to spend my forever with. I love you Elijah Mikaelson. I can’t watch you marry Amelia, I just can’t. you break my heart every time. I can’t do this to myself anymore. I’m going to leave for a while and let you enjoy Amelia and your life.”

Connor paused looking at the shock in Elijah’s face. “There I have said it now, you can hate me or punch me whatever.” Connor stood up about to leave when Elijah’s gripped his arm to stop him from leaving.

“Connor, why have you only just told me this” Elijah said his voice sounding broken.

Connor turned to him looking Elijah in the eye. “What does it matter, it won’t change anything”

“Except that it does Con, you need to know that I feel the same way. Connor what I feel for you scares me so much that I fell in love with other people to help myself. Which I know is selfish, but I was scared. Hell, I still am but I do love you, I cannot remember a time where I haven’t loved you in some way. Please don’t leave me, I can’t live without you”

Connors eyes shined with unshed tears “Don’t. Elijah just don’t give me false hope”

“It’s not false hope” Elijah surged forward and kissed Connor pouring everything he felt about him into the kiss, Connor kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm.

“Well it’s about bloody time” Came Rebekah’s voice from the doorway.

Connor smiled his lips pressing against Elijah’s once more.

“I thought so too”

Connor smiled at Rebekah and Elijah. Now all’s Elijah to do was break someone else’s heart and stop his wedding. Connor felt a little guilty, but Amelia was a lovely woman and one day he was sure she would find her forever.

#doms1kchallenge #elijahmikaelsonxomc elijahmikaelson

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13 and 18 with Hvitserk please?

A/N: Guess who stopped procastinating and finally started working on my 1k followers celebration? Hell yes, my lazy ass. To start, one drabble with my favorite Ragnarsson to write for. Hvitserk 🖤

Warnings: Angst. Ivar is disgusting, I want to kill him.

Words: 1,050.

Hvitserk hated himself at that moment. He wanted to do anything but this. He never imagined that one day he would have to lie to you, just to protect you.

The walk to your home never seemed so long like that day. To make it worse, you were waiting for him on the front door. He saw in agony when you smiled to him your brightest and truth smile.

You stood up and start running into him, you hugged him tightly and pulled him to a kiss, to which he didn't give you. It took you a certain time to notice that different from the other times, his hands weren't in your hips, drawing circles like he used to do.

You looked at his green eyes, the most beautiful and expressive eyes you ever saw, and saw anger and sadness.

“What happened, love? It was Ivar again?” you asked him, cupping his face with your hands.

He cleared his throat and after some time finally said, “I came to say goodbye, Y/N,”

“I thought you said it would take at least three more moons for you to go on a raid again,” you said.

You were making even worse for him.

“You're not understanding,” he laughed with no humor at all.

You looked at him trying to understand why he was acting so weird.

“I came to say goodbye. I can't loose my time with you anymore. I need more and you obviously can't offer me more,” he said with his heart beating so damn fast that he wouldn't be surprised if it ripped his chest.

“Excuse me?” you said refusing to believe that he was really saying those things to you.

“Gods! Can't you understand? I don't want you anymore. You don't satisfy me anymore. Did I make myself clear?” he asked.

He never meant to hurt you, actually, he truly believed that he was hurting more himself than you with this. It was like he was passing a sword right in his heart.

“I thought you loved me,” you said feeling the tears streaming down your face.

“If you really believed this, you're such a silly girl,” he said.

His own words were cutting him deeper than any sword that he faced in battle. Even when he knew about his parents' dead he felt that way.

You were the first person that he truly care, the one and only that he wanted to protect at all costs, he'd gladly give his own life if that mean that you'd be safe.

But he was there hurting you, lying to you, saying those horrible things to you. He knew that you always had a low self-esteem, and he was using this as leverage.

“I found a woman. A true woman. She's gorgeous, it seems to me that Freya herself, made her to me. I'll marry her and our children will populate Midgard,” he said.

If that was possible you were crying even more.

“I understand you, Hvitserk. I'm not upset with you, I swear. I want you to be happy. Go marry her, form a family with her. You deserve this, you deserve to be happy. I'm so sorry, I don't want to bother you anymore, my prince,” you said.

You were about to go into your house when he stopped you, he grabbed your hand and for a moment, a fast moment, he looked at you like he always did. His green eyes shining with pure admiration.

“I hope you understand me,” it was all that he said.

On the inside he was fighting the urge to hug you, spin you around in his arms, to say to you that it was all a lie, that he was being forced to do this, that he loved you with his whole heart, that you could get over this as long as you stayed together.

But he didn't do any of this, he knew if he did, Ivar would find a way to get to you, that even he wasn't able to protect you from his younger brother.

He let you go while your sobs were making him numb. He made his way to the Great Hall and as expected, Ivar was waiting for him.

“You're coming back from Y/N's house I suppose, brother,” Ivar said smirking.

Hvitserk closed his hands on fists, because he wanted to rip off that fucking smirk from Ivar's face.

“Why are you doing this? Why don't you marry whoever this girl is yourself? Why me?” Hvitserk said.

“Well, because I already have my queen. When time come, you'll get to know her, brother. Or maybe you already know her, a way too much for my liking, but what can I do?” Ivar said.

“You think that doing all this Y/N will marry you? You really think? She'll never sit on this fucking throne,” Hvitserk said kicking the throne that where Ivar's queen should sit.

“She'll never love you, brother. Are you hearing me? Never!” Hvitserk yelled the last part right in Ivar's face.

“You're just a crazy man that lust over blood, a murderer. Do you think you're special because of this? Do you think that the Gods favored you? You're pathetic, Ivar,” Hvitserk said laughing.

“Be very careful what you say about me, Hvitserk,” Ivar said.

“Or what? Will you kill me next?” Hvitserk said studying Ivar's expression.

“That's what I thought. You need me to seal this alliance, Ivar. You can't do shit with me!” Hvitserk growled.

Ivar just gulped. He knew Hvitserk was right.

Hvitserk laughed and started walking away when Ivar's next words stopped him.

“She'll be mine, brother,”

Hvitserk turned around trying hard not to laugh.

“You can try, maybe, just maybe, you can have her. But when you fuck her it's my face that she'll picture. She'll never be yours.” he said.

Before that Ivar could answer him, he continued “Sooner or later, she'll be by my side again and I hope that you'll be alive and able to see this,”

Without waiting for Ivar's response, Hvitserk went to his room. He needed to feel your scent on his bed's furs. He needed some memory of you, something that he could hold on to.

“You'll be mine again, my love. I swear, no matter how many time pass,” he promised.

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love-bokumono-fics · 3 years

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Throwback Thursday

The Oldest Fics!

As a fandom, we're in the midst of celebrating our 25 year anniversary since the release of the first game, and I thought there couldn't be a better week to showcase some of the oldest fics in the fandom. Because where there is a fandom, there will be fanfiction, and I wonder if there are any stories out there that someone wrote 25 years ago.

Now, I am a bit limited, because I'm looking at AO3, and the oldest fics are indeed older than the website, however, thanks to the ability to back date, people can put an accurate date on their fics!

Do you have an old fic? Maybe one you never put on AO3 or didn't back date to the original posting year? We'd love to see them! have you been reading harvest moon fic since the early days of the internet and still have some saved away somewhere? Share them if you can!

Perfect - by Aeiouna; Completed, 1/1, <1k; Published June 2007

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F

Fandoms: Back To Nature, Friends of Mineral Town

Relationship: Claire/Popuri

Characters: Popuri, Claire

Additional Tags: Drabble

I Wonder Why - by runawynd; Completed, 1/1, 1.1k; Published February 2010

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Gen

Fandom: Animal Parade

Relationships: Jin - Relationship, Lead Female Character; Characters: Jin, Irene, Lead Female Character - Characer

Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Romance, Hopeful Ending

Summary: For any Jin fangirls, put yourself in these first-person shoes. Imagine you come to the island a bit earlier than expected... Back when Jin had his rumored girlfriend.

How Low Can You Go? ~Harvest Moon Mix - by runawynd; Completed, 1/1, 5k; Published April 2010

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M

Fandom: Animal Parade

Characters: Jin, Julius, Luke, Calvin, Owen, Toby, Bo, Perry, Ignus, Gale, Chase

Additional Tags: Red Herring - Freeform, Boys' Love, Humor, Suggestive Themes

Summary: Misleading fanficlets; all of which contain the lovely male characters of Harvest Moon Tree of Tranquility / Harvest Moon Animal Parade. Can you guess what's REALLY happening before the ending spells it out?

Curry Rice - by melongumi; Completed, 1/1 , <1k; Published July 2010

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Harvest Moon DS Cute

Relationship: Jill/Skye; Characters: Jill, Skye

Additional Tags: Romance, Family, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Blanket Statement in my profile

Summary: Drabble. How did Skye become a Phantom Thief, anyway? Jill always thought it was to keep from admitting he needed help.

And There Was Peace - by Chyrstis; WIP, 10/?, 11k; Published September 2010

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Harvest Moon DS Cute

Relationship: Jill/Marlin; Characters: Jill, Marlin

Additional Tags: Friendship/Love

Summary: Jo's time in Forget-Me-Not Valley is far from dull, but she wouldn't have it any other way. A series of drabbles focusing on moments taken from Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life.

Bazaar Happenings in Zephyr Town - by Blizzarin; Completed, 1/1, <1k; Published January 2011

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen

Fandom: Grand Bazaar

Relationship: Freya/Jack; Characters: Freya, Dirk, Joan, Jack

Additional Tags: Comedy, Grand Bazaar, Zephyr Town, One Shot

Chickens, Weeds, and Kisses - by orphan_account; Completed, 1/1, 1.9k; Published September 2011

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town

Relationship: Jack/Popuri; Characters: Jack, Popuri, Kai, Rick, Lillia

Additional Tags: Romance, Humor, Short, Fluff

Summary: Rick and Kai get in a fight, while Jack sneaks away with Popuri in the background.

Beginning Of Our Lives - by BridgetMcKennitt; Completed, 1/1, 1.2k; Published October 2011

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F

Fandom: A Wonderful Life

Relationship: Celia/Nami

Additional Tags: Courtship

Summary: Out of everyone in Forget-Me-Not Valley, Nami always found Celia the most interesting.

On the Pier in Harmonica Town - by skarlatha; Completed, 1/1, 2k; Published May 2012

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M

Fandom: Animal Parade

Relationship: Chase/Toby; Characters: Chase, Toby, Maya

Summary: Chase hasn't given Maya any encouragement in this weird little crush she has on him, but that hasn't stopped her from acting like a jealous weirdo and pushing him into the ocean. Toby seems to always be there to rescue him.

Find Yourself - by Usami-chan (MeilinLuo13); Completed, 1/1, 2k; Published May 2012

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandoms: Island of Happiness

Relationship: Vaughn/Sabrina; Characters: Vaughn, Sabrina, Chelsea, Denny

Additional Tags: Songfic, Video Game Tag

Summary: ''Cause sometimes when you lose your way, it's really just as well. Because you find yourself.'

#throwback thursday #harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #animal parade #island of happiness #hm ds cute #a wonderful life #grand bazaar #back to nature

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