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I'm back! Kind of! This was a request from @thelirofnorthlands I hope it meets your expectations dear! Please excuse any errors, as I'm sure everyone can tell I haven't posted in almost a year and it's been a while since I've watched Vikings... but, I couldn't NOT write a fanfic for my beloved Halfdan!

Halfdan loved Bjorn... really he did. He was close to Ironside, respected him, travelled with him, fought alongside him. Halfdan shared a wanderlust and meals and voyages with the blond viking. Really he would share most anything with Bjorn... but you. He refused to share you with anyone. And that was how he found himself, leaned wholly too close to the crackling fire, watching you laugh with the larger man a short distance away. He could not stand for it, would not. It was true, you were not his, not in so many words , but he had thought there to be an understanding, a mutual sort of affection created by sharing bedrolls and stories and lingering looks. Perhaps he'd been a fool, a short sighted idiot oblivious to your pining for his friend just as you were oblivious to his own pining.

Halfdan found a heat rising within him quickly, one entirely different from the heat the fire provided him. This was a green sort of flame rising in his chest, one that demanded some action being taken. It was only stoked as he saw you hand land upon the blonde's arm. He pushed himself up from the fire suddenly, earning a half glance from a man beside him who's name he did not care to remember. The acrid taste of ash from the fire coated his tongue, he was fairly sure it was soot anyway, he hoped it to be soot and not his bodies response to what he thought to be some sort of betrayal.

You turned your head as a hasty movement erupted in your peripheral vision, you had been joking with Bjorn all evening, both of you finding you had some shared experiences that lent themselves to easy conversation. Of course you had wondered about the whereabouts of your closest companion, Halfdan. Closest companion? Perhaps more, certainly one of your bedrolls was empty more nights then not. Either way, you had expected him to come and join you as the moon rose but he had not made an appearance. Although mild concern flitted through you, you knew him to be a capable warrior, as were you, surrounded by loyal men and women no less. No harm had befallen him, you soothed yourself. But Bjorn's knowing look cast towards you told you, you had not hidden your concerns well as the conversation partially trailed off. "He has been sat by the fire watching us like a hawk for hours. How you have not felt his eyes burning into you is some small wonder." Was all he said, placing a hand on your shoulder as he turned his attention to another person talking.

It was when you felt Bjorn's hand suddenly moved from your shoulder that the ounce of concern grew to something bigger, until a familiar weight settled around your shoulders, the scent of smoke and pine and salt enveloped you. "You have been missing all evening." You hummed casually, turning your body into Halfdan's embrace. His arm tightened around you, just a modicum tighter then normal, no where near enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know something was wrong. "Is my company not enough for you?" His voice was hoarse, almost a whisper, as if the volume at which he spoke would betray the inner turmoil that was as plain as day upon his face.

"You wish me to only speak to you?" You asked, eyebrow raised as you moved to separate yourself from him. Close as you may be, and as in love as you thought yourself to be, you would not be chained in any capacity, especially when it came to your friends. A concerned, surprised look pained Halfdan's face and he shook his head hastily.

"Of course not, silly woman." He muttered "I just wish you to only caress my arm, only look so enthralled and enchanted by me. I wish you to stop this, if this is only your way of getting closer to Bjorn." He muttered, the words tasting like acid in his mouth, and still quiet. Oh so quiet, and completely unlike Halfdan. "You are more stupid then you look." You mused to him quietly, taking a step closer towards him once more and using a hand to cup his chin. "Bjorn could neither captivate, enchant nor enthrall me half as much as you do, sweet fool." You murmured, anyone else saying these things might have been reaching for a shield right about now. But instead you looked the viking square in the eyes, they were shining and held wide as he listened, as captivated by you as he thought you to be by Bjorn. "It is you that captivates me, it is you I wish to share my bedroll with, I have no greater wish than to return from exploring and raiding to a hearth with you." That was all the viking had to hear, as you described your wishes, he pledged himself to you, heart and soul, verbally and spiritually and as he did, he finally pulled you in for the kiss he'd been waiting years to be granted.

#fanfiction #halfdan #halfdan the black #vikings fanfic #x reader #bjorn ironside #halfdan x reader #female reader

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The Falls - Sebastian De Poitiers (Bash)

Four times Y/N falls into Sebastian

One (long) time Sebastian falls for Y/N

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Song the fic is heavily based on Y/N’s time at French court was - interesting to say the least. She’d originally been the second choice for a lady-in-waiting for Mary after Ailee’s untimely demise. That was not the interesting part however, being a lady of minor titles from a country that was not Scotland, that made the dynamics between her and the Queen she had sworn loyalty to a little more interesting. But once again, that was not the interesting part.

No, the interesting part was the dark haired bastard with the opalescent eyes that seemed to follow her whenever they occupied the same space. The interesting part was how damn clumsy someone could be when they were distracted. The interesting part - well the interesting part really started when she fell.

The day was atypical to say the least for French court, the normal hustle and bustle of courtiers and servants and guests and dignitaries and other such people was muted for a day or so, quite why Y/N had no idea, and she liked it that way. She enjoyed not having to conceal smiles and her whims underneath five layers of fabric and a metaphorical iron mask required for the court. A stroll around the lake was in order, Mary was off and busy with Francis, Kenna, Greer and Lola were all doing there own thing, and so that left the newest lady-in-waiting some time to amble around the grounds and enjoy the soft sound of the lake lapping at the shoreline. So entranced had Y/N become in her activity of examining the grounds and marveling at the small ships that sat waiting upon the lake that she hadn’t noticed the sound of boots approaching, nor the mud beneath her slippered feet before it was too late.

Quite what prompted the slip she had no idea, an over-eager examination of a particularly interesting bullrush? A misplaced footstep, or fate playing some cruel game with her? Whatever the answer to that may be, Y/N slipped and found the ground come rushing up towards her but before she could hit it, a pair of arms managed to lift her up just in time to save complete humiliation, instead she got away with just partial humiliation.

“Are you quite alright?” She hadn’t the guts to look up and see who she had embarrassed herself in front of but just from the voice alone she knew it to be Sebastian, Bash as he insisted most people called him. The man she oft found herself stealing glances at during particularly boring meetings of the court. Who could blame her? Raising her gaze hesitantly, a grimace overtook the young woman's features followed by an uneasy laugh

“Nothing is injured but my pride, and I hope that shall soon recover.” She responded, the uneasy laugh was accompanied by a smile, a dimple forming on her left cheek as her eyes eventually met those clear blue ones of Bash. A chuckle sounded from the man before her and he gave a warm smile

“Would your pride allow you to venture a little further from the shore? To ensure that doesn’t happen again?” He prompted as he glanced to the waves shifting mere meters from them, the lady - Y/N, he knew her name well enough even if the reason her name stuck in his head was less than fully honorable. Y/N, the court-lady who no matter her efforts could not conceal an expression to save her life, Y/N the lady-in-waiting who’s eyes he often felt upon his form, Y/N the woman who had his heart sent in a flurry every time she deigned to pay attention to him, which was often he found.

“That is perhaps a more sensible idea, Bash. But when have I ever been one for sensible ideas?” Was all she responded with, patting the man on the arm tentatively, a smile upon her face “now, thank you for coming to my aid but if you’ll excuse me, I have more fresh air to enjoy before I am inevitably dragged back into those stuffy court rooms.” She told him with a playful smile, turning to continue her walk along the shoreline.

To any onlooker, they might have seen a pair who knew each other fleetingly, greet one another and head on their separate ways. To two very specific onlookers however, they saw two fools dancing around a clear mutual-attraction. Mary saw the red inflaming her lady's face and Francis saw the wistful gaze cast back towards the retreating figure of the woman by his brother.

“Do you believe we should tell them?” He whispered to Mary, the young Queen merely raised a brow

“As if it would make any difference.” She teased, both of the bull-headed idiots she loved so dearly would have to work it out for themselves, for she knew neither would listen to their advice, they could… perhaps, turning and uttering a long winded plan to her fiance, a grin spread over both their features.

The second fall, well one could characterize it as a fall but really it was a controlled dip. The Yule festivities had been fast approaching and ever since that day on the lake both Y/N and Bash’s conversations had grown more frequent and intricate, still there was an invisible and silent line both acknowledged and neither crossed. The line that meant they could only ever talk in public, the line that prohibited more personal topics past interests, the line that meant despite the lingering glances upon one another's lips, nothing happened. But the Yule ball, the Yule ball had to roll around and mess with everyone and everything in it’s path, leaving behind a wake of destruction. Of course Y/N would attend, both because she was Mary’s lady in waiting and because - well - who would miss an opportunity for such a grand festivity? Besides, if she wanted to leave she already had her Queen’s blessing to do so.

“What about this one? Don’t you think Francis would just die when he sees Mary in it?” Kenna exclaimed as she picked one of Mary’s dresses from the wardrobe. Greer shook her head at the other girl and laughed

“So would any other man who so much as enters the same room! No, we need something more modest, we are still representing Scotland.” She chided gently and both Kenna and Y/N exchanged a playful look, Greer, ever the responsible one, keeping them all in line and on task.

“You may borrow it if you’d like, Kenna. I doubt I will have use of it in the near future.” Mary told her lady happily, her gaze glancing to Y/N.

“And you, I have the perfect colour for you.” She told her, quickly finding a dress of dark burgundy and gold, the colours you would most often find Bash sporting, it did not slip past the attention of the other ladies, Y/N though, was simply too taken aback by the Queen’s generosity and the gorgeous cut of the dress. Hesitantly, she accepted and donned the dress, much to the delight of the girls surrounding her.

The soft sound of music surrounded the women as Mary led their entrance into the ball, the Queen flanked either side by her ladies-in-waiting. Of course the arrival of the Queen and her ladies caused the attention to shift from the festivities to the women for a few precious moment, during those moments, Bash was incredibly glad he had situated himself at the back of the hall for he almost choked upon the wine he was sipping from when he saw Y/N sporting the burgundy and gold dress. She looked - divine. There was no other word, she looked as if she was heaven sent and God what he wouldn’t do to sweep her onto the dance floor and off her feet.

“You’re staring.” A voice prompted from beside him, causing the entranced gaze of the bastard to fall to his half-brother beside him.

“This cannot be a coincidence brother, you planned this!” He accused, his voice a quiet hiss as he watched the blond take the last nonchalant sip of his wine before placing the cup down to take Mary onto the dance floor.

It took a few dances to pass before Y/N was able to escape the other ladies and find Bash, her eyes couldn’t help but shine as she laid eyes upon him, no matter how much she tried to perfect her court-mask it was simply impossible to hide her excitement every time she saw the brunette.

“Dance with me? I’m beginning to feel left out!” She joked softly, of course she had at least two cups of wine, it was a festivity, meant to be enjoyed and at that point all of her friends had been swept onto the dance floor but she had refused every attempt.

“Are you certain? It might be-” before any more protests could be uttered, Bash found he had been unwittingly pulled onto the marble floors and his arms closed around Y/N before the next dance started.

“Stop your ridiculous protests and dance.” Was all she demanded, a smile upon her face, he might have noticed the way her eyes lingered upon his face had he not been distracted by her adorable dimples. Simply returning her demand with a grin, he inclined his head and fell into the steps of the dance almost like second nature.

Before the pair knew it two, then three songs had passed, subconsciously they must have realized for they adjusted their dancing style every time the dance changed.

“Perhaps one more before we stop to refresh ourselves?” He asked with a weary smile, he did not want to release her but the dances were certainly exerting. An understanding yet disappointed nod came from the woman, although she did not want to separate from Bash, she was beginning to feel her throat become dry and she wasn’t sure her heart could stand the hammering sensation she felt every time she was around Bash. In almost perfect synchronization, but for a few inexperienced boys for whom this dance was their first, the men on the dance floor dipped their partners. Y/N’s eyes almost shut with the broadness of her grin before she caught sight of the mistletoe hung above the entire dance floor, the wine was most certainly taking full effect as she made the decision, his lips were millimeters away from hers and all it took was a slight raise to her head for their lips to brush.

The song ended before anything could be said and she found herself being mobbed by Kenna, Lola and Greer who needed to get drinks as well, leaving Sebastian staring after the woman, the memory of her lips against his.

“You’re staring again.” This time the voice was Mary’s as she brushed past him after her ladies, a triumphant grin upon her lips as she followed them to the drinks before pulling her group out of the hall, feigning tiredness although Bash was certain she was doing this to torture him now.

The third fall, the third fall was the simultaneous fall of two hearts mere days after the Yule ball. It had felt like an eternity for the pair, days spent just barely missing one another for this meeting or that completely necessary lunch with a visiting dignitary before they headed home for Yule. An eternity where the pair were forced to contemplate the kiss and the others emotions, an eternity of Y/N wondering if the invisible line was there for Bash’s lack of affection for her. An eternity of Bash wondering if the kiss was simply a product of wine and Yule joy.

Eventually, as with every good love story, the pair found their way to one another, out in the gardens once more.

“Y/N!” The summon was more like a bellow and the woman reluctantly turned, she knew it was Sebastian and she knew that he would have questions. “You know what I must ask?” His eyes were filled with such sweet sincerity and uncertainty as he studied the woman. Once again the grimace overtook her features and she dipped her head.

“It was not the wine that produced the desire to kiss you.” She confessed softly, her eyes landing everywhere but upon the mans face. “If you’ll excuse me I believe K-” She had turned and attempted to make her way away from Sebastian since his lack of a response was a response enough. Before she could take two steps away she felt an insistent pull at her hand and she was pulled into his embrace, well she more fell into it and into the hand that pressed against her cheek. Warm lips laid overtop of hers, warm and insistent although she felt the hesitation, allowing her a few moments to pull away, not that she would even if she had the will-power to.

“Tell me you don’t want this? Tell me that and I promise we will go back to talking about the weather and never speak of this again.” He promised softly, eyes leveling sincerely to gauge the woman's reactions.

“You are much more stupid then you look.” She joked, pulling him back into the kiss, a lilting laugh escaping her as she leaned her forehead against him for a few precious moments. “I have been half in love with you for weeks, stupid man.” She added with a breathy laugh that he returned.

“And I you. More in love then I have ever been.” He whispered out, it was like a prayer uttered only for their ears. He had fallen fast and he had fallen hard for her, for her mind, her touch, her shine and her, just, her. Everything about her.

The fourth fall, the fourth fall was the best fall of all. The fourth fall was the fall she was saved from upon standing in front of Bash in front of the Archbishop of Reims, the fall where his arms wrapped around the white bodice of her dress and steadied her once more. Neither could remember the wedding, nor much of the celebration. All Sebastian could focus on was the girl who had fallen into his heart and all Y/N could focus on was the man whose heart had fallen completely for her.

#long may she reign #bash #sebastian de poitiers #sebastian de poitiers x reader

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