NGL, My Nips Get A Little Hard Every Time I See This.

NGL, my nips get a little hard every time I see this.

I would fucking die. Maybe I should stop writing my Alex fics. Just in case.

Marco reading Fanfic. Not going to lie, I panicked.

Doubleshot and Freydis x Reader, you say?

Tell Me The Truth | [ Ivar x Reader (Peaky AU) ]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, ubbe x reader, freydis x reader

❛ type | doubleshot, peaky blinders au

❛ summary | despite what you want, the lines on ivar’s hand don’t lie.

❛  warnings | bad palmistry, cursing in another language idk how accurate it is (whore), peaky blinders au (very loose), gypsy!reader (stereotypes i’m sorry okay?), requested piece, “hallucinations”, idk what the song name is that I included anymore.

Read the patterns on my skin

He has big hands. 

Let the fire somehow get in

The kind you get lost in. 

See my heart line is intact

The kind that hold a whole world in his hands

So this is what I lacked

And don’t even know it yet.

“See something?” he breaks the long-winded silence. You, cradling his hand, find yourself staring at the long lines of his palms between curtains of candles that illuminate your caravan. Yout thumbs run over the lines of his large hand, comparing them to your memory, marking out everything you saw. 

“Instinct. Same thing I always see. Your natural talent for adaptation. The need not to hold back,” You slur, taking a long drag of the singed cigarette between your index and middle finger. You draw out a flood of smoke into his face, grey and light. He swats away the smoke and emerges from it, his pale face cut like a bag of crisp diamonds, or whatever else he packed in that baggie. 

You reach your hand out toward it, and he rests back in the chair, a picture of a great man, one that anyone should fear. Under all that, the energy radiating of a boy on an uncertain path. It wouldn’t help him to know that. Maybe he’d take off that grey cap and swipe you in the face if you said that. 

 “What else?” he closes his fist, tucking the bag into the pocket on the inside of his suit. You scowl, lips pursing, the coins on your wrist tinkling as you flick your hand toward him, caught in indignation. 

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Ivar,” you say, pronouncing each word sharper than the last. “Every time you come here it is the same–” 

“You’re holding something back.” 

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I’ve made it to season three of Vikings (yayyy!)

It’s very obvious that Ragnar and Athelstan are very much in love.

They’re going to get together, right?

Right, you guys?

Guys?

🥺

I loved this so much. Especially the end where they stop being ‘Him’ and ‘Her’.

Him and Her Part 5

Summary - Modern Ivar story. He leaves ‘Her’ for someone else, without warning. It switches between two perspectives - Him and Her.

Words - 2800 approx.

Warnings - language, angst, some light fluff

This will be the last part as I think the story has reached its natural end. I’m a bit worried it’s too rushed but I thought I’d dragged out the angst far enough!! Hopefully it’s OK and you enjoy it. Thank you for reading :)

Part 1

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Part 3

Part 4

Her

The sun had almost risen on New Year’s Day but she was still struggling to get some rest. She tossed and turned for a while, thinking about her night and wishing she was interested in Freddie because it felt like it would make everything easier. She was also thinking of what may be happening in Kattegat.

Finally, she decided to sneak out of bed. She found a blanket to wrap around herself, grabbed the letter and crept downstairs to the porch.

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Chiiiild, that is exactly where I’m stuck at! Like could you two just take your clothes off and make it to the bed without it sounding lame? Please and thank you.

Do you ever just like see a scene play out in your head but you can’t for the life of you figure out the words to make other people see the scene that same way?