What happened to wayward-blonde account I can't find it did she changed her name or was her account deleted,๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญif it just changed name pls kindly message me her new name Thank you . If it is deleted where does she continue writing her stories.
Does anyone remember a story Harwin is married to Rhaenyra 's younger sister and pregnant and harwin was not there when she gave birth because Alicent sent her away. Then she unexpectedly gave birth and Alicent demanded to see the baby. When harwin found out he quickly told viserys that he would like to take the reader and the kids away to harrenhal because he was mad at Alicent's action. Thank You please tell me the title if you know โฅ๏ธ
Does anyone know a story that is Daemon is married to his niece that is also pregnant and viserys is dying the both of them are close then she gave birth and viserys had a chance to meet his Grand children. I forgotten the tittle of the story Thank you
Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!OC
A/N: chapter 5 slayyyโฆ..i wanted episode 4 content to be in here but i think it deserves its own chapterโฆBUT SLAY YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSwink wonk
unedited
warnings: brief violence, swearing, bit of stalking (?), mentions of blood, mentions of war
Ch. IV, To be Continuedโฆ
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Must READ this story you won't regret it I'm telling you.
canโt help but imagine Criston being extremely overprotective of yn when sheโs pregnant and despising the fact that he canโt do much publicly..
Right!! Oh that would be so awful ..the angst. Hm, debating if Harwin would be protective of you there..or at least give some attention... the angst wants me to say he doesn't because of his guilt.
Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!OC
A/N: i meant to publish this hours ago but i got side tracked LOL anyways to those who have been keeping up- this will be the last chapter(side story) of daenyra being young, i will miss her <3 (sheโll be young at the beginning on next chapter but there will be a time skip) after this we finally get some spicy daemon content (เนหฬตแดหฬต)
warnings: blood, scars, self harm (?), mentions of child abuse, kinda angsty (?)
continuation of chapter three which can be found here!
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Daenyra is FINALLY showing his FIRE even i I'm not prepared. She is evolving as not a woman but as a dragon. Can't wait for Chapter 4 โคโคโค๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค
Hi I have question does anyone remember a story Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen Reader. The Reader is the eldest child of viserys and married to daemon and the two have a daughter and that daughter cut her self and blamed it to Aegon so the Reader can be the queen. I forgot the title and I also forgot to heart it. thank you please tell me the story title๐ญ๐ญ
Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!OC
mmm i wouldnโt recommend reading this as a one shot because iโm not sure if itโll make senseโฆ.BUT if youโre interested then know that itโs relevant to my ongoing series โThe Curse Gifted by the Godsโ which can be found here!
Warnings: child neglect, slight child abuse, mentions of blood, animal abuse (dragon abuse?)
(edited but there may still be minor mistakes)
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The moon had reached itโs peak in the sky. The stars had lit the sky beautifully. It was wondrous day for a few.
It was the princesses fifth name day. Five years ago today, King Viserys and Queen Aemma welcomed their twin girls into the beautiful realm they resided in.
The Red Keep was on high alert today. The King and Queen had opened their doors to many houses all across Westeros in celebration. But with that, it welcomed many threats.
Though this world was beautiful, it was unmistakably ruthless. Many beings in this world crave power, and theyโll do whatever it takes to get that power.
Whether it be those whoโd kill members of the royal family, or simply- to just corrupt the crown. Either way, the royal guards were posted everywhere all throughout the castle.
Despite the amount of security there was, the knights had let something slip. The secret tunnels that hid inside of the Red Keep itself.
Daemon Targaryen has now found himself inside. His dragon blood is boiling in anger and resentment. He is the brother of the one who currently sits on the Iron Throne, King Viserys.
But that is not why he is angry, no. He is angry because of how blind and weak his brother is for not seeing the damage heโs causing.
You see the King Viserysโ wife, Queen Aemma, was expecting what we thought to be only one child. However, that all changed when she had started her labors, and it had changed for the worst.
The babe, Rhaenyra, was the first to emerge, a beautiful girl. It was a painful birth yes, but there was no sign of the second until it made itself known.
Queen Aemma had to endure the pain of birthing twin girls. With the second being stubborn and โrelentlessโ as she called it. The Queen birthed the second with a pool of blood. Scaring those who were in the room with her when she birthed.
The Queen despised her second born, for it had traumatized her. She feared that her birth had tainted her royal womb with a curse of some kind. Her birth had installed fear inside of her and she found herself helpless.
The King, was also angry, but only for a second. When the news of his wife birthing twins hit his ears he felt happy. He must have thought that one of them would be born male, so he would finally have his dreamed heir.
Oh how wrong he was.
When the maester had spoken of both the babes being girls, he swore he must have seen red. But with the sight of his sweaty wife who worked day and night to make sure her babes were safe? He knew he couldnโt be upset forever.
However, that did not guarantee the care both of the babes would receive. Or at least, to one of them.
The second born had endured five years of being casted out of her own family. Hells! She had lived for a fortnight only till then, to be given a title! and she had grown so used to it to the point where she didnโt even question it?
Oh Daemon was furious.
When the soft voice of his niece telling him how she was never gifted a dragon egg set something off in him. Maybe because he saw himself in her. Sheโs being casted away just like he was, just like he wasnโt considered as heir to the Iron Throne.
And to not even be gifted a dragon? How dare he think of tearing a Targaryen away from their nature of riding a dragon. How preposterous.
That is why he is here, roaming through the secret passageways until finally exiting the Red Keep.
He didnโt bother to hide his hair, not when everyone knew he was nefarious for being out in Kings Landing inside the many pleasure houses it had to offer. But this wasnโt his destination, no.
Daemon was aiming for the dragon pit.
When he arrived the dragon keepers didnโt bother to bat an eye at him. Some thought he maybe visiting Caraxes, others figured that he must have been banished from the Red Keep and is now running away.
But oh did they not expect him to do what he did next.
Daemon strutted past the dragon keepers, making sure to bump into one that held keys to the all the doors and bars of this place. And finally, after a few turns, heโs finally there where he wants to be.
He sticks the key into the heavy metal door, swings it open. Heโs met with an overwhelming amount of warm mess engulfing the room, but it does not bother him. Dragon keepers who must enter spend years building their tolerance towards the heat, but him? This comes all too easy. This is nothing to him.
His eyes immediately look at the center, where seven dragon eggs lay close together, close to a strong burning flame. He gets closer and picks one.
This one is a beautiful light shade of blue with round ended scales. Itโs warm in his hands but he finds out quickly that doesnโt resonate with his niece. He places it back down.
Next is a green that fades into a dark yellow. A nice color change yes, but not the one. His niece doesnโt need a color that strives away from their house colors.
No, she is a Targaryen and therefore has a right to the true Targaryen colors.
Finally, a black, sharp scaled egg that fades to a deep red, catches his attention. This egg is bigger than the rest. He eyes the scales at the top and realizes that this is one of the few that have been here the longest.
The moment he picks it up to hold in his hands, he hears Caraxes whistle. A smirk plays on his lips. He realizes that me must have been truly found the one if Caraxes meets his own satisfaction towards his ridersโ choice of egg.
And with that, he holds the egg close to his chest and leaves the room, making sure to close the door and locking it before purposefully dropping the keys.
The few remaining dragon keepers are too busy focusing on newly awakened Caraxes to notice the prince casually walking off with a dragon egg in his arms.
With a swift exit and a straight cleared way towards the Red Keep, he finds himself at the gates in less than an hour.
The knight guards welcomed him back but did not bother to look concerned at what he had in his hands. In truth, many of the guards tonight did not want to get at his bad side, considering what had happened during the festivities.
Upon hearing what his niece what told him, Daemon saw red and the aura around him had changed. Everyone had noticed except Viserys. He was far too busy with Rhaenyra to even care.
Donโt get him wrong, he loves both of his nieces equally, but he admits that he has a soft spot for the second. Why wouldnโt he? They are family are they not? He only wants whatโs best of her.
He decides to enter inside the secret passageways again in order to avoid members of the council- if they happened to be roaming the halls. When he finally reaches a certain carved section of the wall, he pulls at a hidden knob.
His feet no longer kick up dust. Heโs finally walking on pristine cobblestone. The room is quiet and dark. There are candles lit up but itโs not enough to light every nook and cranny.
Daemon eyes his surroundings and spots Rhaenyra sleeping peacefully next to him. He thinks about going towards her but before he can move- his ears meet a soft whine.
His head turns in the direction of his second niece, Daenyra. His legs move him closer to her side of the room and stands beside her bedside. With the moonlight peaking through the opened windows, itโs easy to spot the faint trail of wet tears.
Her hair is disheveled and her fists are curling so tightly around her sheets that theyโve turned white. Daemon takes a step closer and wipes a tear from her face before gently lifting her arm and placing the dragon egg inside.
Upon feeling the sudden feeling of warmth, Daenyra moves and holds the egg closer to her chest. Her fists are no longer curled and her palms are instead laying flat against the curve of the egg.
He sits at her bedside for a moment and gently places his own palm on the egg.
โI, Daemon Targaryen, first of his name, rider of Caraxes,โ He starts.
โGift you this dragon egg in the name of old Targaryen tradition. I pray to the seven gods in your name; May this gift to you, Daenyra, never be held from you again. I pray to them once more, if any soul in this realm dares to interfere with a Targaryenโs tradition, let them know misfortune and have their body rot for the godsโ With that, it concludes his blessing on his gift.
โMay your dragon be born fierce and strong, dear niece,โ His whispers before leaning down to place a soft kiss at the crown of her head before standing up and exiting through the secret passageways once more.
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When the morning sun shines through the soft curtains of their room, Daenyra shifts and goes to turn her head away from the incoming light. She stills for a moment then suddenly feels hot breath against her cheek.
Thereโs a low growl followed by a series of chirps. Then a whine and a hot breathy yawn.
Daenyraโs eyes slowly open and her eyes immediately lock with dark red ones. The scales are slightly multicolored. Thereโs black, grey, some parts fade to that a blood red. Her lilac eyes trail up above its eyes.
There are miniature horns that are forming, though itโs like something sheโs never seen before. Sheโs seen paintings of baby dragons in books, why is that this one looked larger than average?
The creature clicks at her and sheโs forced to look back into its eyes. Her heart is beating uncontrollably in her chest, but no, sheโs not scared. Sheโs suddenly thrilled. Her hand slowly raises to give it a pet but then, a gasp is heard.
Her and the baby dragonsโ head snap at the direction of the sound. There is a maid holding a tray, her eyes are blown like saucers. Then thereโs a crash followed by a shriek.
It awakens Rhaenyra across the room and she too lets out a gasp. The maid sprints out the room and before anybody knew it- there were guards rushing inside their chambers.
โWhy is there a bloody dragon?!โ
โQuick! Get the King and dragon keeper!โ
โDonโt panic princess!โ
Swords are drawn and shouts ring in the room. The dragon jumps from the princessโ arms and posts at the end of the bed, letting out a threatening- yet miniature- roar. Itโs scales rise and claws pierce the metal framing.
Daenyra panics. โN-No please stop! Youโre only scaring it!โ She yells, but to no avail. No one is listening to her, and itโs only making the dragon more unpredictable.
โWhat is the meaning of- seven hells! Daenyra what have you done?!โ The angry voice of Viserys sends fear down his daughtersโ spine. She hurriedly moves back on her bed, her knuckles turning white again as she grips onto her night gown.
The sight of dragon keepers rushing into the room calms the king, but only for a moment until he locks eyes with Daenyra. There is nothing but fear and tears in his daughtersโ eyes. But right now? He canโt find himself to care.
He ignores the cries the dragon lets out as itโs wings get pierced with the spears held by the dragon keepers. He ignores the sound of chain and metal scraping together as the dragon is forcefully put inside a cage.
He ignores the way Daenyraโs eyes follow the sight of the newly born dragon be taken out the room. He notices her crocodile tears but no, heโs far too angry to care.
Viserys approaches her bedside and grabs her by the arms, dragging her to the center of the room. Finally giving her her desired attention.
Butโฆthis isnโt what she wanted. This isnโt what she asked for.
She didnโt want to hear how much he talking to her- yelling at her.
And she most definitely didnโt want to feel the sudden burn against her cheek when his fist flew.
โDo you have any idea of the damage youโve caused, Daenyra?! Did you want to put your family- your sister! In danger for your selfish desires?!โ He shouts, making her body curl more onto the floor. Her hands are shaking and she can feel her cheek burn, but she doesnโt know what to do with them.
โN-No i-!โ Viserys slams his fist on a nearby table, silencing her.
โI donโt want to hear your pathetic excuses! From now on, until I say, you will never own a dragon. You may be my daughter, and you may have Targaryen blood, but you no longer wear the color of the dragon with honor. I strip you from that right.โ
Viserys knows heโs speaking to her as if she were a mere nobody, but thatโs how he sees her. Crying but saying no words at his feet. His blood is boiling and he knows he must leave before he does anything else. And so thatโs what he does, his wife following with their first born in her arms.
Leaving Daenyra in a small pool of her dragons blood.
The King soon calls for a meeting with his council. When he steps through the doors, everyone is already there waiting. Even his brother, who seems all too proud of himself.
Yet the room is silent until he finally finds his seat at the front of the table.
Lord Corlys is first to speak. โHow is the princess? News of this mornings events spread fast in this castleโฆโ
Viserys shakes his head as he goes to answer, but heโs interrupted by the sound of his brotherโs chuckle beside him. He shares a glance at him and at his words, he finds himself speechless.
โAh yes, how is my dear niece enjoying her gift? I must say- I wish that obtaining that egg would have opposed more of a challenge. Itโs a shame it was all too easy to get past those meekly dragon keepers-โ
Daemon is interrupted by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and a hand flying to his neck. Before he knew it, heโs being forced to the ground and being punched by his King.
Viserys pauses for a moment to grip onto the collar of his shirt. โYou are the one to put that thing in her arms?โ He asks, his voice breaking for a moment.
Daemon spits the blood out of his mouth. โYou forget yourself, brother. We are Targaryens, you mustnโt strip us from our destined nature.โ
Viserys thinks back at how he laid his hand on you, his dear daughter. Thatโs when he realizes his mistake.
With the weak hold his hands now had, Daemon takes this time to punch him and force him to the ground. Members of the council go to help their King but they stop when they see a tear fall from his face.
Daemon goes for another hit but stops when he notices this as well. Suddenly he has the urge to laugh. โReally? You dare shed tears? Are you the one that is held from family? Forced away? Are you the one to have nothing Viserys?!โ
Viserys shakily brings his hand to his face. The hand that hurt his daughter. โI laid my hand on herโฆโ He whispers. Daemonโs eyebrows furrow. โYou did what-โ
โI laid my hand on her! Thinking she were the one to-โ The King stops when his face is met with his brothers fists again. It is now when the council interferes and pulls Daemon away from Viserys.
The next day is cold, rainy, and an utter mess.
After a long night, the King finds himself in shame. In shame to see his second born yes, but he has no shame on kicking Daemon out the Red Keep like a dog.
Viserys and Daemon are angry. Viserys hates himself for letting such anger go at his daughter. Heโs frustrated at the fact that he didnโt bother listening to what she had to say. Heโs angry that his daughterโs lovely eyes no longer meet his in longing, instead her eyes now focus and linger on the cold hard ground.
Daemon is angry at his brother for being so weak minded. Heโs angry because of his actions. His niece has proved to be nothing but a joy to Daemon, but to think at how sheโs being treated? He canโt have her end up like him. No, heโd do anything to avoid her of such pain. Even if it means heโs forced to leave his home.
As Daemon exits the gates of the Red Keep, he looks up at the castle one last time. His eyes scan the many windows and balconies it had to offer until finally, he spots his dear niece. Or at least one of them. Heโs unable to tell whoโs looking down at him.
Nevertheless, he stares. He offers no smile or last minute shout of words. He simply stares before turning to make his leave towards the Dragon Pit, where Caraxes laid, waiting for his rider to return to him.
After many moons had passed since that cursed event, Viserys finally finds himself inside of the pit, standing in front of pitch darkness. Dragon keepers stand beside him as they await for movement.
For a moment there is silence, bliss. Quite shocking for a Dragon Pit. But then thereโs a series of clicks before finally followed by roar and pure flame. Viserys steps back just in time to avoid the flame, but he is all too shocked when he realizes what heโs just seen.
The flames are different than than the other dragons. But it doesnโt share any similarities to Balerionโs. This fire wasnโt black, no. This flame was a pure blue and purple with a tinge of black. This dragon is unsafe, too unsafe for anyone. It reminds him too much of the Black Dread.
โWho did it belong to you?โ The King asks. The dragon keeper swallows and bows his head as he speaks. โThe egg was laid by Dreamfyre, Your Grace. Though I will say, it is from one of her very first clutches. No one has been able to hatch this egg in decadesโฆโ
The King laughs to himself for a moment, his hand running down his face and he contemplates his choices. Seconds pass before he finally straightens himself.
โAllow the princess to stand here where I am, if she is to ever visitโฆbut do not allow her to ride this dragon. It will remain unnamed and clipped until the very end. Do you understand?โ
The dragon keepers glance at each other for a moment. Most of them knew it was almost impossible to keep a dragon like this stuck in captivity. Every bone in their body could feel that this was not a good idea. Yet none decide to speak. No one dared to speak to the King about their concerns.
As the years go by, the dragon continues to be kept chained inside the pit. There are moments where Daenyra will find herself staring into the darkness of the lair, and the dragon could only whine in a sort of satisfied tone.
But Daenyra feels nothing nothing but guilt. Happiness existed for a moment, where she was glad to finally have her own dragon in her arms, but thatโs all gone. That no longer mattered to her. Not after everything that happened.
She hears the whines and can practically see the dragon pull at its chains. But behind all that, the sounds only remind her of the fear that struck into her sisterโs eyes.
She feels the ghost of her fatherโs hit against her cheek, and the cool cobblestone beneath her hands and feet.
But the most painful one for her? Was the sight of her own uncle, the one who showed her true love and kindness, be banished for her own mistakes and desires.
She remembers the look of bruises and dried blood tainting his face as he looked up at her, and she remembers how he offered no smile.
This pools at her feeling of anger and regret. Itโs done so much damage to her that she can no longer even bring herself to say or do anything to the dragon. She stares longingly in the darkness, for something that she cannot have, and uses it to torture herself.
She knows that nothing is meant for her, not until it is gifted to her. Whether it be having a dragon- despite her having pure Valyrian and Targaryen blood. Or whether it be her own freedom to get what sheโs always wanted.
The princess finds herself growing tears as she steps back, walking away from the dragon. In return- the creature sounds desperate, angry. The cries turn into roars of frustration and Daenyra is unable to do anything but walk away.
Leaving her desired gift- and dreams, behind in solitary.
thatโs the end! itโs a little rough but it tells us how daenyra got her egg๐ the future of โThe Curse Gifted by the Godsโ will have more dragon content i promise๐ for now this is what i have to give, again i donโt have my computer with me so i doubt iโll be able to update๐ฅฒ
but anyways ty so much for reading! love you guys iโll be back soon๐ซถ
donโt forget to reblog!!
โคโคโคโค Protective Uncle Daemon for the Win. Thank you very much for this story
I'm going to miss the story Necessary Arrangements by stargazingfangirl18 ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ I can't find the account or the story anymore I'm so sad.
Hi Guys I was wondering if you know a story of Marvel and Vikings Crossover where the reader is the sisters of Thor and Loki she is also an avenger. They were accidentally put at Viking age I forgotten the title of the story and the author so if you please kindly te that's all that you โฅ๏ธโฅ๏ธ
Hello, I want to request an imagine where he (as in any ragnarson) realizes his wife is a psychopath. She looks and acts innocent, but if you try to hurt her or her family in any way she does anything in her power to make your life miserable, making use of her expressed innocence as a good evader of justice.
hi! thank you for your request, iโm writing up a chapter of a series right now, but once that is written up, i will get to your request! thanks so much and i hope i do this justice.
hvitserk never thought his tiny wife could ever be malicious nor uncaring.
since the day he met her heโd known her to be kind, smart, gentle and soft spoken.she was the sweetest woman heโd ever met.
sheโd always be the first one to break up a fight between his youngest brothers, ivar and sigurd.sheโd always be the first to apologize to him after a fight, even if it wasnโt her fault.hvitserk never thought his wife could be violent.
neverโฆ..
until recently.
margarethe, hvitserks first love had been acting out lately. and by acting out meant she was flirting with hvitserk way more than she ever had before, even when they were seeing each other.
of course, hvitserk did not want her back, he loved his wife, loved her more than life itself, heโd never choose anyone over her.
and (y/n) knew that.
but the flirting wasnโt the problem.one night, margarethe had pressed herself into hvitserk, begging him to lay with her, just one more time. (y/n)โd never have to know.hvitserk declined heavily, pushing her from him with harsh force.
the flirting never bothered (y/n), what bothered her was what happened the next day.
margarethe had spread the word that hvitserk wasโฆ..lacking in his manly requirements.
so, this caused every man and woman in kattegat to laugh at hvitserk, every time he passed by.
this angered his innocent little wife to no end.
it all started in the hall when everyone was having dinner, people laughing, cheering, telling stories of great raids.
but, everyone stopped laughing when a larger northmen gained (y/n)โs attention.
โwhy do you stay with hvitserk, when you could have a real man to please youโ.
hvitserk watched as (y/n)โs eyes darkened.
โhe pleasures me just fineโ she answered back, her voice quiet as usual, but holding a much darker undertone.
the man laughed, chugging his ale.
โby the way margarethe made it sound, he could not pleasure-โ.
the man cut his own words off with a blood curdling scream.
(y/n) had reached across the table and stabbed her fork into the mans hand, clean through.
hvitserks mouth hung open in shock, as did the people closest in her life. heโd never seen her do such a thing.
she even declined training, telling hvitserk she didnโt want to be known for killing people, that being known as (y/n) lothbrok, husband of hvitserk lothbrok was just enough.
she pulled her fork out of his hand, smirking as he fell to the floor, clutching his heavily bleeding hand to his chest.
that night, was just the beginning.
every man and women that picked at hvitserk had all dealt with hell for the months to come.
some awoke completely naked in the middle of town, tied to a wooden beam,
the restโฆ..made hvitserk shutter.
and this dayโฆ..this day hvitserk found himself frozen in the doorway of his home, staring at his wife as she straddled another femaleโฆ..who was hog tied.
(y/n) was cutting all of her hair off with her own blade, laughing at the woman below her.
hvitserk stomped over to her, grabbing his wife by the waist and jerking her off of the woman.
hvitserk grabbed (y/n)โs blade and untied the woman, he could barely get two words out before the woman was out the door.
(y/n) stood by the fireplace, wiping the womanโs hair from her skirts, looking completely unfazed.
โ(y/n), what has gotten into you lately?โ hvitserk breathed, running a hand over his face and neck.
he watched her sigh and shake her head.
โi do not know what you are talking about-โ.
โyes, yes you do. attacking those people-โ.
โthey deserved it!โ (y/n) exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
hvitserk sighed and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
โlove, what they didโฆ..honestly, it can be ignoredโ.
(y/n) growled and shoved his arms away, pacing the small hut back and forth.
โno one, no one hurts my family and gets away with itโ.
hvitserk stared at his wife, seeing her raging and seething with anger.
she lookedโฆ..like a woman possessed though it frightened hvitserk seeing her this way, he couldnโt help but feel aroused.
โ(y/n), i do not think anyone will say or do anything else to me or the rest of our family after thisโ hvitserk said, making her sigh.
โthey have not suffered long enoughโ (y/n) seethed, her hands shaking by her sides.
hvitserk closed his eyes, running his hands over his face and neck.
suddenly, ubbe was standing in the doorway, looking between both hvitserk and (y/n).
โmother- aslaug wishes to speak to youโ.
here we goโฆ..
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โdo you deny these accusations?โ aslaug asked, placing her hand under her jaw, staring at (y/n) with hooded eyes.
hvitserk stood by the doors to the entrance of the hall, his arms crossed over his chest.
it made him nervous how everyone was looking at his wife like that, but she never crumbled.
โyes. i do not deny that i attacked that man, but of course, you were a witness to that. but i do deny every other accusation madeโ.
her voice was sweet, kind, and gentle, just like it always was.
aslaug nodded to this, making all the people in the hall break out into chatless mumbling.
aslaug silenced them with a wave of her hand.
โwhat would have made them start these accusations if they were not true?โ.
hvitserk watched as his wifeโs shoulders sagged, and frowned as he heard her sniffle.
โever since margarethe spread those nasty rumors about my husband, they have treated us like dirt! i was angry, and upset, but i never lashed out on anyone. i promise you, queen aslaugโ.
hvitserk watched his motherโs expression soften towards the girl.
her innocence, her soft voice, her gentle eyes, it was enough to make anyone fall to their knees and kiss the womanโs feet.
โthen, it is settled, you are free to goโ aslaug called out, making hvitserk sigh with relief, and everyone else break out into angry chatter.
(y/n) wiped her tears away and turned a bit, looking toward her husband.
hvitserk felt his eyes widen as she sent him a wink.
oh, what would he do with her?
I'm so happy that I send this link to myself when I first read it I love this story so much that I didn't want to forget it โค๏ธโค๏ธ
I wish and hope that Covid to end I hope no more families lose a member to covid because it really hurt so much to see some one you love struggling. If you still have your grandparents please tell them that you love them and thank them because . I myself have experience a lost to covid my grandfather just died last 17th of april and I'm really close to her and I'm hurting so much right now because I wasn't able to say my goodbye and my I love you. I won't be able to him even one last time because of covid. I just wished he knew how much I love him and thankful for having him in my life. To my lolo Andy I love you so much and you will always stay in my heart and I'm sorry for not visiting you often when you were alive. Please visit me in my dreams so I could see you one last time โค๏ธ
The one where Ransom doesnโt feel ready to become a father, but he should have thought about it before sleeping with a complete stranger.
When Ransomโs latest one night stand lets him know that heโs going to become a father, he finds himself looking for the qualities he never believed to have so he can become the parent he never got to witness as a child.
for general warnings and authorโs notes, please go to the ficโs masterlist.
Ransomโs P.O.V.
As excited as I was about her accepting my proposal, I couldnโt deny that I was nervous about it, too. Being with her during a trip to her familyโs house was one thing - actually living together was something else entirely.
One month in and all of my anxiety had disappeared, though. We easily settled into a routine and although she didnโt accept to move into my bedroom, she wasnโt against ending up there when the baby was keeping her awake or she wanted to get something off of her chest.
That was my favorite part about having her as a roommate, actually. Her voice being the first thing I heard in the morning and most often then not, the sound that I listened to as I fell asleep every night.
While reading the story I suddenly remembered my grandfather because of Harlan because Ransom just visit Harlan sometimes and I'm like Ransom I barely have time to visit my grandfather because of covid and school but now I would never have a chance to visit her once again. I'm sorry I know this got nothing to do with the story but it just really hit me hard.
Summary:ย In a foreign land, Ubbe finds himself at a body of water, drawn to it at the sound of cheerful giggling and a melodic voice, he meets the creatures these foreign people say are close to their Gods
Warnings: strong language, nudity, mentions of raiding/war, blood, mythology, magical elements, thatโs all I can think of
Word Count: 2,678
First, it was Hvitserk that traveled with Bjorn to some unknown lands. The stories he told of his time in the exotic place, the people he saw, how different and exciting everything was made Ubbe yearn for that kind of adventure. Just like his older step-brother, he grew bored of raiding England all the time and now wants something different.ย
And the place that Bjorn takes Ubbe to this time, back to the Mediterranean, is a place that is called Greece. A place with so many islands, Bjorn says that there is one for each man that has come on this raid. He says there are seas within seas, and a mountain that these peoplesโ Gods live on.ย
Bjorn wishes to know the city he plans to attack well beforehand so he knows what the defenses are like. So, he and a company of men that includes Ubbe, disguise themselves as merchants so they may get into the city. And the sight is nothing compared to what Ubbe thought of on the journey here. Itโs better.ย
The city looks so different with all the houses built from stone, people talking loudly in a language thatโs strange to Ubbeโs ears. If it werenโt for the translator, a man that claims to have traveled the entire world, Ubbe wouldnโt have known about the creatures that apparently reside in the lake close to the city.ย
โWhat is he saying?โ Ubbe asks the translator standing beside him, nodding to the man that has a crowd around him.ย
Part 2 Please โค๏ธโค๏ธ
Do you plan on continuing OnlyFans series? It was amazing๐๐๐
๐ฅบ๐ญ i ignored this subject for so long because it honestly made my anxiety skyrocket ๐ซ I started that series before finals, and when I was finally done with them, at the beginning of this month, I just assumed everyone that liked the story either forgot about it or just hated me for leaving it like that.
Are you guys still interested in it? The a helping hand series I mean.
Summary:
Reader was a queen even before marrying Ivar the king of Kattegate. She is a fierce warrior for whom some think is loved by God Loki, who sent his son Fenrir in a form of a black wolf that is always with her. After her husbandโs betrayal, she decides to take everything he ever wanted. She decides to conquer the England before him and to take Kattegate just to show him how it feels to be betrayed. During her quest she captures Prince Aethelred who founds a place in her heart.
In process:
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Summary: You try to break up with Ransom. He has other plans.
Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NonCon. Assault. Kidnapping. Degradation. NonCon Drug Use. Swearing. Blood.
Word Count: 3,089
A/N:ย When Chloroform is used, the victim does not instantly pass out. Thatโs what inspired this fic. I hope you guys like it. ๐
No Betaย
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โIโll be over tonight after work. We need to talk.โ
Ransom glanced over the text you had sent him early that morning. Heโd been here before, saw all the signs leading up to an eventually break up. Although, he was always the one to make the break first once the โhoney moon phaseโ had ended, never wanting any female to think she had the upper hand.
If you had been any other lay, Ransom wouldโve just dumped you on the spot over text, not wanting to waste any more time with you. But something about you though kept him coming back, thirsting for more. ย
