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Bellamy X Reader: Angst, smut

Request? Yes:

Bellamy smut where he sees one of the delinquents try to get the reader in bed, and he beats him up. Reader argues with him and he tells her he just wants to protect her, and sweet sex comes afterwards.

Author’s note: I wrote this pretty quickly, so I apologize if it’s got some grammatical/spelling errors. I just wanted to give something to my lovely followers that have stuck with me since the beginning. I really appreciate those of you that haven’t deserted me since the Harry era began. I know it’s probably sort of annoying. Xoxo. Hope you enjoy!

It’s probably been the best night you’ve had on the ground. All of the delinquents are surrounding a monster of a bonfire. There’s been no sign of grounders for a week, and everything seems so peaceful. Monty made up a large batch of moonshine and Finn found a stereo somewhere, complete with a collection of music more than a century old. Everyone is bubbly with alcohol and calmed by the tunes. Even Murphy lets his head bob along to the beat.

Your own body is buzzing with intoxication, just to the point of a pleasurable, meditative happiness. All of your nerves are electrified and the music digs its way to your core. It only takes a few moments of observing the scene before you’re on your feet with another small group of delinquents, swaying with your eyes closed. Nothing matters but the soft beat of the drums and the chill of the air.

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Bellamy X Reader

Request? No

“Bellamy, please!”

It’s dark out, the moon barely visible behind a thick layer of clouds. He continues to hammer away, barely even glancing at you. No one, not even you, could convince him to take a break. He’s been reinforcing the wall around camp for days, dead set on the belief that grounders will be coming any moment, regardless of the fact that no one has caught sight of one for a week.

“You’ve barely slept for three days! You need a break!”

“I’m fine, Y/N!” he bellows. You take a step back. It’s been a while since he’s yelled at you. He pauses and clenches his jaw, glancing at Murphy, who’s holding a log in place. Murphy’s eyes are hooded, his movements delayed with fatigue. Bellamy has kept him right by his side for the past few days. Murphy refuses to complain, though. He thinks the wall is just as necessary as Bellamy does.

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Drive Me Crazy

Bellamy X Reader: Angst, smut

Request? Yes: (Idk if I sent this in or not lol) could you do a Bellamy X read could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn’t share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he’s a huge player and doesn’t know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he’s jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.(long one plz, your writing is great)

Author’s note: This is extremely long, so please be prepared. It’s not just a smut like most of the other things I write.

Italics=Ground flashback

Bold italics=Ark flashback

You scramble over broken twigs and mossy rocks, nearly tripping over your own feet. A brief glance behind you sends a fresh wave of terror coursing through your veins. The cloud of acid fog moves closer, reaching out in finger-like tendrils that claw over the ground. You turn your head forward again and your legs carry you faster. It won’t get you. You won’t just be another name crossed off the list of delinquents.

You feel like you’ve been running miles. The grounder horn you heard must have been blown an hour ago, at least. Every time you get the nerve to turn, sure that you’ve distanced yourself from the approaching mist, it seems to have gained on you. You’re desperate now, eyes scanning the woods for any place that might just shelter you from the worst of it.

Air whooshes from your lungs as you slam into something solid when your attention is turned. You grip the tree trunk for support as you try to force oxygen back into your bloodstream, but you continue wheezing. Maybe this is it. That’s what the chancellor sent you down here for after all, isn’t it? To die? Your will to keep going dissipates with every painful breath. You’re all but resigned to take what you’re given. This has to be less painful than seeing his face again anyway.

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Above and Below (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Hey :) Could you please write a Bellamy x reader where (Y/N) is a grounder and she’s been taught to hate both mountain people and sky people after living in fear of them. Things change when she encounters Bellamy and the two of them begin to fall for each other.

Growing up on earth was not easy. Falling for Bellamy Blake, on the other hand, was the easiest thing you’ve ever done. Your parents had raised you to believe that the people who resided on the mountain and lived in the sky were dangerous, evil beings out to harm you. Your whole village lived in constant fear that one day they would strike but as you look at the sky person caught in your animal trap, you start to think that maybe they were wrong. Very wrong.

“You don’t look dangerous.” You stare in wonder, tilting your head as he tries to wriggle free from the thick rope caught onto his ankles.

“Just wait until I get out of here.” He responds angrily, pulling on the rope fiercely. Walking up to him curiously, you put your spear down to look at him. He pauses when you crouch down closely, running your fingertips along his shoulders, touching the soft material. It’s nothing like the type of harsh rag-like clothing you’re used to. It’s odd. The myths told about sky people said they wear white armour with big, round glass helmets. This man definitely does not fit that description. The stories of sky people also told of their teeth being sharp and pointy, like thousands of knives protruding from their red gums. He tries to wriggle away when you place your hands on his lips, opening his mouth to examine his teeth. They look like yours - normal. 

Moving your hands from his mouth you look at him in confusion, “Who are you?” You ask angrily, reaching back for your spear as he sits up. 

“Bellamy.” He blinks, watching your hand grasp the weapon, “I’m from the sky.” 

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But You Aren’t // Bellamy Blake

Request: I’m so excited that your requests are open! What about a Bellamy x reader where she’s the one who gets speared by the grounders (instead of jasper) and he freaks out when the group comes back without her and is the main one looking for her and trying to take care of her

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 676

The first thing you feel is pain. 

It echoes around your entire body, ricocheting inside of your head as your face scrunches up in discomfort. It is only when you go to move, lightly shifting your body, do you feel the hand that tightly grips your own.

A soft moan leaves your lips, your eyes fluttering open. At first, everything is just a blur. You can’t see a single thing clearly, and you blink rapidly, a bit of panic flooding your entire body. But then, as the world begins to clear around you, you realize you’re inside of the drop ship. You have no idea why, or how you’d even gotten there, but you recognize the ceiling of it, and that alone gives you a little bit of comfort.

You realize, shortly after, you’re laying on some sort of makeshift bed, and when you go to sit up, a sharp pain in your chest stops you. It almost knocks the wind out of you, your vision going white for a moment as a cry leaves your lips. You fall back on your back, suddenly out of breath as you pant loudly and desperately, inhaling as much as air as possible.

The grip on your hand squeezes, and you hear the slight sound of shuffling, and you realize you must’ve woken up whoever was there. Who, you had no idea.

A gasp echoes, and you blink, your eyes squeezing shut for a moment before you turn your head slightly, meeting the eyes of Bellamy. It surprises you, the pain fading to the back of your mind for a moment as he stares down at you with wide eyes and furrowed brows. There is clear concern etched into the irises of his eyes, but before you can process it for too long, the pain fades back with a sharp shoot of it.

“Bellamy,” you hiss, your hand finally moving to return his grasp, your grip tightening painfully over his own but he makes no move or sound of even noticing it.

“It’s okay,” Bellamy tries to soothe, brushing some of your hair out of your face as you impatiently wait for the pain to fade. As Bellamy continues to reassure you, you finally feel it do so, the dull ache becoming bearable as you feel the sweat that had beaded up on your forehead begin to drip downwards.

“I’ll get Clarke.”

Bellamy moves to leave, but your hand gripping his stops him, causing him to glance back at you in surprise.

Meeting his eyes with a tense face, you shake your head. “Please,” you cry, “don’t leave.”

He hesitates, but doesn’t argue, moving back to sit in the seat he’d been positioned in before. His hand doesn’t leave your own, and as you lay there, you’re careful not to move very much, lolling your head to the side to meet his eyes. “What happened?”

“What do you remember last?”

“I remember…” Words trailing, your face twists as you try to think back. “I remember swinging across the lake and then there’s just a sharp pain and then everything fades to black.”

“You were hit in the chest with a spear,” Bellamy explains plainly, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. “These.. These grounders hit you and took you, strung you up on some tree. Me and the others, Clarke, Finn, Wells and Jasper found you, took you back here. Clarke’s been working relentlessly to save your life.”

Exhaling deeply, you shake your head. “I should be dead.”

“The good news is you aren’t.”

Pausing, you meet Bellamy’s eyes once more; “you were worried?”

Blinking, Bellamy’s lips part. “Of course I was,” he breathes without a moment of hesitance. “I thought… I thought you were dead. I thought i’d lost you.”

Eyes falling shut, you sigh; “i’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Bellamy reassures, squeezing your hand for extra effect. “All that matters is that you’re okay. That you’re going to be okay and that you’re alive. That’s all that matters.”

Smiling softly, you nod, squeezing Bellamy’s hand tightly.

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this thread absolutely killed me

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I love this!!! Such an amazing edit ❤️

This breaks my heart💔😱💘

Only need you

Request: Hey could you write something with Tommy where they are best friends since always, and always liked etch other and don’t think the other feels the same (the usual stuff) but then when Tommy was beaten by Father Hughes, she takes care of him and they end up traveling their feelings? Too much information I’m sorry

Author note: I really enjoyed writing this thank you for the request. I hope this turned out readable at least xxx

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

You and Tommy has always been etch others number one. You two have been friends since before you were even able to walk. His aunt Polly and your mother went to church together and became friends fast. You came along with all the Shelby siblings, but Tommy and you had something special that no one could really just explain. Everyone in his family has been making wedding jokes since you can remember, joking that you two needed to become husband and wife. It didn’t seem to bother Tommy but the comment always made you blush. Because what no one knew (except Ada because you told her everything) was that you’ve had feelings for Thomas for a long time, and it didn’t seem to go away. Everytime he came into the room you caught your breath and tried not to be so indiscreet. Tommy never noticed, and you have been just friendly for years. You knew he didn’t feel the same way, because if Tommy Shelby wanted something he would sure get it.

“Don’t you see the way he looks at you y/n? God it couldn’t be more obvious that he’s in love,” Ada kept telling you, and a small smile took form on your lips, but you always shaked your head fast. Don’t fucking ruin anything, you kept on telling yourself.

———

The night creeped up on the dark Birmingham sky, and the temperature went from cold to colder in just a moment. You sat on your couch in the small apartment you bought recently, reading one of your favorite books (for the five hundred time). You had just spent the afternoon with Polly and Ada, keeping up with the gossip in town and drinking tea. Apparently the boys were out for some business again, but you were more than fine sitting in the kitchen with them.

The cold apartment air made your body shake a little, so you decided that a warm bath would make you feel better. Slowly you got up from your comfortable position and started walking over towards the bathroom. You started to run the warm water in the tub, but before you got the chance to strip out of your clothes a loud knock on your door drew your attention to where the loud noise came from. You tried to figure out who it could be, because the clock was rather late. With a loud sigh you left the bathroom and started to run a little towards the door that lead out to the apartments hallway.

When the door opened you saw Tommy leaning against the wall, with blood covering his whole face. A loud gasp escaped your chest and you hurried towards his side so you could see where he was hurt.

“What the fuck happened Shelby,” your voice came out a bit angrier than you actually were, but you both knew that fear easily escalated to anger. Tommy tried to smile at you calling him Shelby, but failed when a loud cough filled with blood came out from his beaten mouth.

“The priest wanted to give me his blessing,” he spoke slowly, his eyes half open, as he tried not to fall asleep from the exhaustion and pain he felt all over his body. You placed his arm over your shoulder as your tried to drag him into your bedroom.

“God Thomas this looks bad. Please let me get you into the bedroom so I can call an ambulance and—“ you began to speak but he interrupted you with a shaky and weak voice.

“No. No please y/n. They’re gonna find me y/n. Please.”

His voice and exhausted expression made your heart ache in your chests, but you just continued in to your bedroom to lie Tommy down. Slowly you slide his arm from your shoulder and carefully tried to make him comfortable in your bed. The blood was still falling down his face, so you ran towards the door to your bathroom to look for the first aid kit you had somewhere in the cupboards. You could hear Tommy’s quiet mumbles and moans from the pain and all you wanted to do was call the doctor. You’ve never seen him hurt before, he was always the one that took care of you. Always been the one that saved you from the pain in your body and always made it better.

“Only need you,” you could hear him mumble, and you understood that if you didn’t hurry the fuck up he would fall asleep. And if he fell asleep there was a chance that he would not wake up again. And that thought scarred you more than anything else.

When you found it you ran back to the bedroom again before climbing the bed so you sat beside him. You began carefully wiping the dry blood from his face with a towel and pressed some bandages over the still leaking wounds.

“Tommy I think your jaw is broken. You can’t walk around with that pain, please please let me take you to the hospital. What if you die just because I listened to your stupid mouth eh? Your so fucking stupid Thomas Shelby,” a tear escapes your eye, and than another one and before you know it sobs leave your chest. Tommy opens his eyes slowly. He lifts his hand to your face to place it on your cheek, wiping a tear away. This was typical. Tommy never stopped taking care of you, even if he’s the one that need your help.

“I love you y/n.”

You nod before taking a shaky breath.

“I love you too Thomas. So much.”

Tommy shakes his head slowly, closing his eyes again, before pressing your hand to his lips.

“No y/n you don’t understand. I love you so fucking much it hurts. It hurts that I can’t have you in the ways I want to. I wanna be the one that takes your hand and ask you for a dance. I wanna be the one— the one that will kiss you goodnight, and wake up with you in my arms. But I’m fucking scared that I will never experience that. That’s why I can’t die tonight. Because I haven’t showed you how much you mean to me.”

The words that came from his chest caught you off guard, and all you could do was stare at him while holding the bandage against his rough skin. You prayed that the words you just heard wasn’t just the pain talking.

“You’re not gonna die tonight Tommy. Do you know why? Because I love you too. Because I can’t survive this without you. Can’t smile without you, can’t even think without you, you’re the one holding me together. So no you’re not gonna die. You have so many depending on you,” now the tears were falling harder and it became harder to breath. He was gonna be alright. He had to be.

A small smile crept on Tommy’s face and made your chest warm and heavy at the same time. Carefully he moved you towards him before placing both of his hands on your wet face and slowly pressed his plumb lips against yours. Light, like they wasn’t there at all but you could still feel the warmth from his mouth spreading through your veins.

“Do you feel better? Do you need anything? Painkillers?” You whispered when you pulled away, squeezing his hand a little.

“I will be fine eh. Maybe you could just lie beside me for a moment. I’m sure that would help.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his discreet wink and you nodded a little before curling up against him, stroking his arm a little. You just wanted to feel that he was still alive beside you, and everything would be alright.

“When I’m better I will take you dancing under the stars in London,” he whispered quietly in your ear before taking his arms around you. You smiled at that. He remembered you saying to him that that’s what you’ve always wanted to do. You planted a small kiss on his lips again before slowly falling asleep next to him. Just like you always imagined.

This was the worst thing I’ve ever written Ohmagod

Memories Chapter 1 - Tommy Shelby

A/N: Well I do hope that you will enjoy this series. I hope I can update a lot and hope it’ll get a lot of love. This chapter will be briefly set in the modern era and will change into Tommy’s era. And if I’m inconsistent with the updates, then my kindest apologies. 

Warning: Contains curse words 

Ship: Thomas+Reader

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N)!” called your friend Martin while he left the Law firm, calling it a day. You gave him a small smile and a wave, ready to drown into more work to get rid of the present thoughts that were swimming through your brain. You stared outside of the window and looked at the pitch, black sky - the moon being the only light that seemed comforting at the time. You stared at the luminous light, your mind becoming clouded with the thoughts you had pushed back for the day. Is life really worth living without him? Would it make a difference if I disappeared from the surface of the Earth and never came back? Then would the lump in my throat and the weight on my chest dissolved? If- You shook your head vigorously, being afraid of your own thoughts - your own capability. Of course, life is worth living without him. You still have your family, friends, your life is still fortunate than some people in this world. But as you tried to think of positive thoughts and aspects of your life, the gloominess of your thoughts still didn’t disappear. As you finished up for the night and had walked outside of the building, not only did your spirits feel high but you also had this feeling in your gut. A feeling that something is going to happen, and it doesn’t feel right. You looked up at the people walking past you, looks of content and happiness plastered on their faces. You couldn’t but think that you were the only person that was unhappy with everything with their life. You jogged your memory as you thought about how it all happened.

“But I don’t want you to leaveeee” You said as you clung onto your husband’s arm. He gave you a big smile as he kissed your forehead and wriggled put of your grasp, earning a pout form you.

“You know I always come home straight to you honey. So why are you acting clingy today?” Your husband questioned you in a teasing manner which you gave a shy smile to. You knew he always came back. But ever since you woke up in the morning, you had a bad feeling rising in your gut and stomach, as if something awful was going to take place. 

“Don’t worry too much and enjoy your day off hm?” He said in his soft, smooth voice as he headed for the door. You couldn’t but run up and give him a back hug, earning a chuckle from him. 

“I love you” Was all you said as he opened the door, ready to leave for work. 

“I love you too (Y/N)” was his response as you let go and watched him work out the door, and later on, out of your life. 

You checked the clock and it was 5:30pm. He should home by now. Like an instinct, you saw his name on your phone - calling you. You smiled to yourself and picked up the call, ready to hear his voice. But instead it was someone else.

“Is this (Y/N) Cole?” asked the person. You swallowed the lump in your throat and let out a shallow “Yes speaking”

“We’re very sorry to say that your husband Dylan Cole has passed away tragically in a car accident. We tried saving him….” You slowly moved the phone away from your ear, the person’s voice being drowned out by the blankness of your mind. Your heart hammered in your chest, your breath quickened, your hands practically shaking like you were having a seizure. You let out a dry laugh, but reality slapped you in the face again. He was never coming back.

You stopped at the zebra crossing, your face feeling cold by the crisp, night air of January. You let out a big sigh as you waited to cross the road. You were looking at the people standing next to you and smiled at the toddler. He gave you a happy smile back, making your mood lift for the first time in a long while. You carried on looking at the child until you heard a shout from behind you.

“Oh my god Joe!” Was all you heard, and you snapped your head at the woman who had a frantic look on her face towards the road. You snapped your head back towards the road as well and you saw it. A kid about age 9 or 10 had run onto to the road, running to get his ball back. The same feeling came back like a nostalgic feeling. You can’t let another one die with you knowing, (Y/N. Do it. Save him. You ran onto the road as well and like a bolt you had already picked up the child. But you didn’t see it coming. In a split second your body had felt a rather strong thing hit your body, as you felt yourself fly in the air and then land harshly onto the ground. You couldn’t even let out a scream as the world had started to spin, your head feeling light and an excruciating pain overwhelming your body, as if someone had stabbed you all over your body. You felt the oxygen leave your body, your once rapid breathing becoming slower and slower. The loud sound of an ambulance was the last thing your brain could process, as your eyelids felt heavier - droopier. You finally let yourself close your eyes, allowing the darkness to consume you. You saw your life flash right before your vision. From the minute you were playing cricket with your brother from the minute your parents buying you your journal for your 13th Birthday. You saw your first kissed from the day you had finally graduated Uni with a Law Degree, seeing your parents smiling proudly at you. From the day you saw your best friend die right in front of your eyes, from the day you had married the love of your life. From the day of your husband’s funeral up until this moment. Everything in your life added up to this moment in time. It was fix. You saw the last vision of the boy running to get his ball until all you saw was darkness and your mind had turned off…

“I swear to god Tommy I watched her hand move man!” Huh? Where the fuck am I? Your eyes felt like they had been shut forever, as your groggily opened your eyes and saw a blaring light. Is this heaven? It doesn’t look like hell. You closed your eyes again while scrunching your nose as well attempting to-

“Dear Lord, she’s awake Tommy! (Y/N)?” Said unfamiliar voice. This time you opened your eyes and your vison became clear. A woman who looked like she was in her mid-forties stared at your face, worry written all over it. 

“Who are you? Where am I?” You asked in a hoarse voice, watching the lady’s face crumple right in front of you.

“You mean you don’t know who I am?” This time you managed to realise she had a rather strong Birmingham accent - something that you didn’t possess. 

“No, I don’t, accept from the fact that you have an accent far from where I come from.” Ouch. That sounded a bit better in my head. You looked away from the lady and looked at the man. He had piercing blue eyes, with a striking jaw line alongside high cheek bones. He’s handsome but who the hell is he? You looked away from his glaring stare and instead took in your surroundings. The walls were eerily white and had rows of beds next to each other. Hospitals don’t look like this anymore. That’s when it hit you. You looked back at the man who was now smoking a cigarette. You eyed him up and down and then it hit you. He was wearing…Edwardian style. Almost. His grey cap was something you had only seen once in your life and that was when your brother had a play on Oliver Twist. You sat straight up in bed but immediately regretting it. A jolt of pain swarm right through your body as you let out a small whimper. 

“Don’t do that, (Y/N), darling you had a nasty accident” The unfamiliar lady spoke as she pushed your shoulder lightly, pushing you back onto the bed. Accident? Oh, shit I did have an accident. There was a little boy who had made a run for his ball…and then I think I got hit by a car? Bus? I don’t fucking know.

“That boy…Is he alright?” You spoke your own thoughts watching the lady tear up slightly. And why the hell does she look like that she’s going to cry me a river?

“Finn’s doing fine (Y/N) because of you.” Finally, the blue-eyed man spoke up, throwing his finished cigarette to the floor.

“Oh okay. When is my family coming to visit me?” You asked looking up at the man only to see him wearing the most confused face ever. 

“Your family died a long time ago (Y/N). Do you seriously not remember anything?” What? No, they’re not. They’re probably more alive than I’ll ever be. How long is this dream going to last for? Is this even a dream?

“What’s the date today?” Was all you managed out, mentally pulling yourself away from your thoughts. 

“March 20th,1919. It’s your birthday in 3 days.” What in the actual fuck? He can’t be serious. This has got to be some stupid joke Martin’s playing on you.

“Is this some joke? Who put you up to this?” You asked in disgust, not in the mood for jokes. His face wore no look and he silently walked away, out of the door. 1919 my arse bruv. 

“They said we could take you home today (Y/N). You just need to get bed rest at home” Said the woman in a happy voice, quickly grabbing your hand as if you were going to disappear from her. 

“But I don’t live in Brum. I live in South England. How did I end up here?”  You spoke to her in a nicer tone this time, wrapping your fingers around her hand gently.

“Yeah you did live in the Southern part of England. But when you 23 you came up North to Birmingham to start a new life.” Well bloody hell. She looks serious as hell. So you get knocked up by a car and now you’re living in the 20th century. Well done (Y/N)

“Who was that blue-eyed man?” You questioned her curiously, your mind wandering back to the strange, attractive man.

“Oh, (Y/N) you probably don’t know who I am as well then. I’m Polly, Tommy’s aunt. That blue-eyed man is Thomas and he’s your…well” She trailed off looking at the hands wrapped together.

“He’s what?” You asked her bluntly and she gave you an unsure look. 

“He’s-” 

“(Y/N) so glad to see you’ve woken up” said a man who wore a long white robe, a stethoscope hanging around his neck. The blue-eyed man name Tommy walked right behind him, making intense eye contact with you. You felt a shiver run down your spine and broke off the eye contact, maintaining your focus on the Doctor.

“Why are you saying my name so casually?” You earned a snicker from Tommy but when you looked up at him, his smirk dropped - his stone cold face returning upon his features once again.

“It’s because  you’re my colleague honey. Now open your mouth.” You did as you were told while he put a thermometer in your mouth. Then he checked your heart beat if it was beating normally. 

“Well (Y/N) you seem to be fine. You just seem to be suffering from amnesia that’s all. I’ll discharge you today Hun” He concluded while writing down his notes.

“Is it long term or short term?” I asked, anxiety bubbling. Please say it’s none and it’s all just a dream

“I’m not sure. You might have to come back and take a lot of medicine” He said giving you a smile, which you returned. He walked out of the room and you were left with Tommy and Polly once again.

“Come on (Y/N) I’ll bring you your clothes so you can get changed into them.” Polly said kindly as she gave this look to Thomas, which you couldn’t distinguish the meaning of. You watched her disappear out the room and you felt an uncomfortable silence over take the both of you. If he keeps on looking at me in a weird way, then why the hell is he here? 

“Do you hate me?” You enquired, out of the blue, as you looked at his face. He only gave you a shake of the head as he pulled out a cigarette pack. He offered you one which you replied “Sorry I don’t smoke.” You watched him scoff and put the cigarette in his mouth. 

“You get hit by a car once and now you don’t smoke? I think tomorrow the grass will be blue.” He said, in a way which he found amusing.

“I’m sorry but what’s our relationship together? Are we related, like cousins?” You asked and this time you saw his stone cold face smile. Well, at least you made him smile. 

“Is that the best you can come up with? Fucking cousins?” 

You looked at with wide eyes, taking aback with his comment. Calm down mate it’s not actually real.

“Do you actually want to know what our relationship is?” He questioned raising his eyebrow at you. You nodded your head vigorously like a little child, earning another smirk from him. He took one last puff from the cigarette and put it out. He came towards you and lowered his face so it was inches away from yours. You felt your heart skip beat and was about to say something when he pushed his lips onto yours, which you immediately responded to. Holy shit. This is real.

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THIS CUTIE <3

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that is so adorable omgs

Hyah hyah hyah *stomp stomp stomp*

THE PUREST THING

Today’s Best Behaved Frog was NOT Voigt.

the look of a pure menace

Punishment

A/N: I loved writing this and I hope you guys like as much as me. Enjoy! 💕

Gif belongs to: @dangerousvikings.

Requested by: @geekandbooknerd.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader (modern AU).

Warnings: Jealous Ivar (trust me this is a huge warning).

Words: 1,250.

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u lucky he holdin me back bitch on antartica i woulda slept u

“Pretty, Little, Christian”. Ivar X Reader.

“you think that your brother will listen to you?” you said, sitting by the steps of ivars large throne like chair.

ivar sighed, leaning back and running his hands over his face.

“i do not know. all i can do is wait and see” ivar hummed, running the tips of his fingers along the chairs design.

you watched as ivars fingers gracefully traced the chair, back and forth, back and forth.

you imagined him doing that to your skin. the tips following each curve and scar along your body.

those thoughts had been plaguing you since you had arrived in york and been taken hostage by the raven haired viking.

or in your brothers words, heathen.

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