Luck Be A Lady

Luck Be a Lady

Chapter Three

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Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word Count: 3799

Summary: A trip to the strip club. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Warnings: There is schmut! Hint of F/F (it’s a strip club, this was bound to happen), possible infidelity, cunnilingus

Author’s Note: I thought this story was going to be three chapters but I’m going to need one more to wrap this part of their story up.

This is such a bad idea. If you were sober, this more than likely would have been your first thought as you paid your cover at the front of the club. All the free drinks you’ve consumed throughout the night were starting to catch up with you. Although you were still able to speak clearly and walk steadily enough, you knew you were not of sound mind. You also knew that it wasn’t entirely the alcohol to blame as you cast a glance towards your new found friend.

Ever since Alex had mentioned taking his jacket off of you, you have been stuck between taking him up on his offer and keeping him at an arm’s length. You were enjoying spending time with him but as the night went on, your resolve to keep him out of your room, and ultimately your pants, was starting to deteriorate. When you asked him what he wanted to do for the remainder of the night, a small part of you was daring him to say what you knew he really wanted to say. 

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Leila is officially set to vacation mode!

Now I can sit down and figure out what in the world I’m doing with this potential Ivar series I got myself into.

Aw, thank you! 🥰🥰

The Secret Visit

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1065

Summary: Vikings are known to bury their treasures. Ivar, on the other hand, chooses to keep his most precious treasure in a cabin in the woods.

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: I is not good at titles but hey, it’s my first Viking fic! This may be a series in the future. Maybe? Possibly? We’ll see. 

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The fire going at the front of the cabin became brighter as Ivar approached the clearing. Although the festivities at the Great Hall were still going and had no signs of settling down, he quietly excused himself from the celebration, hoping he drew no attention from his exit. He stepped off his chariot, nodding his head to the two men standing guard at the door before making his way in. They were one of few who knew what was housed here.

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Resources For Describing Physical Things

Setting

Abandoned Mine

Airplane

Airport Check-in

Alley

Amusement Park

Attic

Bakery

Bank

Basement

Bathroom (home)

Barn

*GE* Barn 2 (Dairy Focus)

Beach

Bedrooms

Birthday Party

Bonfire

Bowling Alley

Bridge

Bookstore

Cafeteria

Casino

*GE* Catacombs

Cave

Church

City Park

Classroom

Closet

Coffee House

Courtroom

Cruise Ship

*GE* Cryogenic Sleep Chamber

Daycare

Desert

Diner

Dragon’s Lair

Dungeon (Caution Graphic Description)

*GE* Egyptian Pyramids

Elevator

Farms

Forest

Frozen Tundra

Gallows

Garage

Garage Sale

Garden

Graveyard

*GE* GLOBAL WARMING (dystopian)

Grocery Store

Halloween Party

Haunted House

Herbalist Shop (fantasy)

High School Hallway

Hospital

Hotel Room

House Fire

House Party

Kitchen

*GE* Laboratory

*GE* Laboratory (secret genetic)

Lake

Library

Locker Room

Meadow

Medieval Castle Armory

Medieval Marketplace

Middle School Dance (informal)

*GE* Mindscape (Mind Magic)

Mountains

Movie Theatre

Night Club

Nursery

Ocean/Sea Bed

Old Pick-Up Truck

Pirate Ship

Playground

Pond

Pool Hall

Prison Cell

Pub

Public Pool (Outdoor)

Rainforest/Jungle

Ranch

Restaurant

River

School Bus

School Office

Shopping Mall

Sleep-Away Camp

*GE* Spaceport

*GE* Spaceship

Stands at a Sporting Event

Storm Sewer

Subway Station

Swamp

Taxi cab

Teacher’s Lounge

Toolshed

*GE* Trailer

Treehouse

*GE* Tropical Island City

Urban Street

Video Arcade

Waiting Room

Waterfall

Water Slide Park

Wedding Ceremony (Church)

Woods at Night

Zoo

Weather

Air Pollution

Avalanche

Blizzard

Breeze

Clouds

Dew

Drought

Dusk

Dust or Sand Storm

Earthquake

Eclipse

Fall

Falling Star

Flood

Forest Fire

Frost

Hailstorm

Heat Wave

Hurricane/Typhoon

Lightning

Mirage

Mist or Fog

Moonlight

Mudslide

Rain

Rainbow

Sky

Sleet

Snow

Spring

Summer

Sunrise

Sunshine

Sunset

Thunderstorm

Tornado

Vortex

Wind

Winter

Color, Texture, & Shape

Color

Black

Blue

Brown

Gray

Gold

Green

Orange

Pink

Purple

Red

Silver

Spotted

Striped

Transparent

White

Yellow

Texture

Bumpy

Barbed/Spined

Crackled

Crumbly

Crusty

Foamy/Spongy

Fuzzy

Gritty

Pitted

Powdery

Prickly

Saw-edged/Serrated

Slimy

Smooth

Sticky

Shape

Arch

Circular/Sphere

Crescent

Heart

Oval & Oval-like

Rectangle

Spiral

Star

Square

Triangular

Tube

Wavy

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I imagine Ivar returning everyday to buy something new.

Imagine all 5 boys seeing a woc for the first time. Black curly/kinky hair, brown skin, and brown eyes. They then argue among themselves who's going to talk to/get her first. Ivar slips passed them and does it first.

A/N: Hello love 💞 thank you for your request! I tried my best with this one, I never describe the reader physically so everyone can imagine her as they want to, so that’s why probably my description sucks :( but writing this was really interesting, I really enjoyed it💜

Please forgive my writing or any grammar mistakes I might had! You know my writing lately is awful, sorry about that💔

Warnings: none, I think, my bad writing maybe👀

Words: 801

I know it’s not an Ivar drabble, but I couldn’t find any gif that include all the Ragnarssons :( this one belongs to @whenimaunicorn 

Kattegat was crowded. In the last months, the hard work had paid off and finally new merchants and traders had arrived; not only from Scandinavia, but also from distant lands, bringing new products. Soft and colorful fabrics, spices and and condiments, jewels... Kattegat was growing more and more rich, famous and big. 

The princes walked around the crowded market; it was a sunny day and they decided to take a walk and look around the market. Hvitserk had been pretty excited because that meant he'd have lunch twice. 

Everyone stepped back to let them through; some of them even bowed their heads at the five brothers, with a mix of fear and respect. 

Ivar walked before his brothers, with his head high and leaning into his crutch. He looked proud and bored at the same time; everyone knew Ivar hated these morning walks around the market, but Björn and Ubbe insisted. 

Ivar was the first one that saw you. You were behind a table, full of different types of fabric; some colorful ones, some more rough, fur, leather... Ivar tilted his head with curiosity, narrowing his eyes at you and stopped walking, startling his brothers. 

"Who is she?" Ubbe asked just behind him. His big blue eyes fixed on you as Björn raised an eyebrow, looking interested. 

"I don't know" Ivar muttered. 

"I've never seen her before" said Björn, shrugging "She must have came on one of the new boats" 

"She's hot" Hvitserk nodded with a smirk as he chewed on an apple, making his brothers turn to glare at him.

"She's beautiful" Ubbe turned his head again to look at you as you talked to an older woman that looked interested on one of the fabrics. 

Your skin was dark. Darker than they had ever seen. Your hair was black and curly, framing your face perfectly; Ivar couldn't see your eyes, but he was sure they were dark too. He blinked a few times as he stared at you intensely, curious. You definitely were different than the women in Kattegat, and that intrigued him a lot. 

Sigurd stepped forward, but Ubbe grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"To talk to her" his brother frowned "I want to know who is she, where she comes from" 

Björn glared at them, scoffing. 

"I should be the one going there and talking to her" he shrugged "I'm the eldest"

Ivar rolled his eyes, but Björn ignored him.

"Well, clearly of all of us I'm the one that girls find interesting" Hvitserk said cockily "So I think I should be the one talking to her"

"Maybe" Ubbe sighed, annoyed "She should be the one deciding, maybe she doesn't want to talk to any of us"

Sigurd groaned. 

"And what's your plan? Going over there and asking her 'hey, how are you? My brothers and I would like to know if you'd like to talk to any of us'?"

"Yeah, it sounds a bit lame" Hvitserk agreed, raising an eyebrow. 

"Ivar, what do you thi...?" 

Ubbe turned around to look at his little brother, hoping he'd support him, but when he looked at the place where Ivar stood a couple of seconds ago, he didn't see him. 

Ivar was already walking in your direction. He couldn't care less about his brothers and their plan to approach you, as if they were intimidated. His curiosity was bigger. 

You looked at him as he stopped in front of you, with his eyes still fixed on you. 

"Hi" you smiled brightly at him "Good morning" 

Ivar cleared his throat and licked his lips before answering. 

"Hi" he let his eyes wander over the fabrics and furs displayed on the table.

"Were you looking for anything in special?" You asked politely. Ivar realized you didn't know who he was, and he kind of preferred that. 

"No, I..." He licked his lips again, nervously "I'm Ivar"

You smiled at him again. 

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you" he liked your accent. 

From up close, he could appreciate your eyes much better. You had brown eyes that matched your skin and contrasted with your black hair. 

"I've... Never seen you around here" he raised an eyebrow. 

"I just arrived with my family" you spoke softly and slowly, afraid of making a mistake while speaking the foreign language "We come from a distant land, and my father heard the commerce in Scandinavia was growing" 

"Oh" he nodded "Welcome" he frowned, not really knowing what to say. He didn't know how to speak to women, let alone a woman that interested him. 

"Thank you" you seemed to really appreciate that "Do you live here in Kattegat?" you frowned while trying to pronounce the name. 

Ivar smiled for the first time, looking at his feet as he answered. 

"Yeah, something like that" 

Ooo, that boy fucked up.

You Can't Pick and Choose - Fantasy Ivar X Reader

A/N: This was for @hecohansen31​ 1k challenge. I’m so sorry it took a while to do! She had so many great book quotes and I picked four 🙈 the two quotes in this fic are from 2 of my favourite book series (Throne of Glass series by SJM and Cruel Prince trilogy by Holly Black) I took a Cardan edge in this too, with the gold around his mouth and the way he acts because Ivar kinda screams Cardan? (Sorry I’m rambling!) I hope I did the prompts justice 

Prompts will be in bold.

Warnings: none

Vikings Masterlist

The life at court; flowing dresses for the women and tailored suits for the men. Drinks flowed around the room, the food had hardly been touched but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that everyone was having a great time.

Even if you weren’t.

Ivar was nowhere to be found, which was usual, being the King. But he didn’t stay away for that long, he came back to the throne, sitting next to you and acting as though you were a united front.

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