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may i please request alucard comforting daughter! reader after a nightmare?

The way I woke up before my shift at 4 am to read this request, truly it made my day, I love Alucard with my entire heart and the Idea of him being a father has my heart melting.

[ Father! Alucard / Daughter! Reader (platonic) ]

Warning(s): None! Just lots of Alucard being a very affectionate and doting father to his child.

Words: 1.1k

Summary: You the daughter Of Adrian Tepes seem to be having trouble sleeping, luckily your father is there to offer you comfort.

The wind outside of the castle slowly seeped in through the old windows, The storm left a soft chill against these old walls, The Tepes household becoming a softer scene when the sun was down. It was the soft clicks against the stone flooring as Adrien climbed the old staircase. He always did this, surely, he could hear any threats coming from a mile away, but since this child came into his life it was almost like he could never calm his soul. The Man’s cape rippled against the stairs as he stepped upon them, skipping one each time. 

Adrian was always a kind man, nothing could change that, but the softness of his plushy heart only thickened when his daughter was near, her hair he did every morning, whether it was a braid, a ponytail or loosely held with a ribbon. Should she ask for the stars he would surely find himself on the moon fishing for them one by one until she was satisfied.

The child was left on his doorstep years back, when she was a mere baby, he considered rushing her to any village nearby but could only imagine the unfairness she would go through as a lady in this time. 

‘y/n Tepes a perfect name for a perfect young lady.’ That is what he said when he tucked her into his arms and cradled her to sleep their first night together. Now nearly a handful of years later he still had her in his care, and he was blessed to call the young girl his daughter. 

He finally arrived at her door, coming to check on her to make sure she managed to rest for the night. He said to himself it was for her safety, but he knew it was to calm his own nerves. The man who had nothing finally had something and he refused to lose it once again. The quiet thoughts in his mind suddenly stopped as he heard sniffles from the other side of the door, his knuckles knocked twice before he stepped inside, seeing the young girl sit on the window seat, curled into a ball as her face was tucked between her knees.

“My little Orchid, what is the matter..” His worry dripped from his lips as he scooped the young girl into his arms, taking her seat as she was now nuzzled into his body, her clammy hands quickly clung to his cloak, her sniffles turning into tiny cries, as she hid in her father's chest.

They sat like that, for what seemed like forever, his hands rubbing her back, combing through her locks of tangled hair before a soft sigh escaped his lips as he asked once again.

“What is the matter dear? Did your dreams turn sour?” The child nodded, wiping her runny nose, her eyes now puffy and cheeks red from the crying. Adrian frowned, wishing he could protect her from even her own dreams, he lectured himself internally, knowing something like that wasn't possible.

“Can you tell me about it? Papa won't leave your side anytime soon; I promise my love.” A soft kiss was placed into his child's hair before she backed up, sitting in front of him but looking out the window, clearly still shaken up by whatever plagued her head as she slept. He was patient, leaning forward softly to take her smaller hands into his, she seemed to calm at the action as he rubbed them with his thumbs.

“Papa…you were gone, I was all alone, it was horrible… Everyone was mocking me for missing you, I had to live elsewhere, and they were so cruel they said horrible things a-and.” She paused and frowned tears slipped from her cheeks, but she had said enough for the man to wrap her back up, holding her close to him, almost as if she was a baby once again.

“Your papa will never leave your side Y/n, I swear by my lucky sword, let god strike me down If I ever manage to part ways with my sweet girl.” Y/n grabbed his hand for comfort, the young girl felt herself become hoisted into the air before being carried back to bed, placed into the messy mix of blankets and pillows that was the child's resting place.

“You are my pride and joy, The smart and sweet little orchid who will bring nothing but pride to the family's name. I will always be by your side, never fear, those nightmares are just the nasty thoughts weaseling into the cracks of your mind my dear.” She smiled softly, he tucked her into the bed, the stuffed teddy bear that was once his was now in her arms, being held with the same sort of strength as he did.

“Papa… Can you stay?” Adrian smiled softly before petting her hair, sweeping the tear-soaked strands of hair behind her ear.

“Did you think your father would be so cruel to leave his sweet girl alone after a nightmare? How dare you." The young girl giggled softly at her father's teases; he pulled the chair up next to her bed before resting his head close to where her head laid upon a pillow.

“Papa.” Alucard looked up and gave her a look as if asking her ‘what is it my dear?’. 

“Thank you for always checking in on me, it makes it easier to sleep.” She smiled before her head sunk into the pillow squishing her face as she and her father spoke softly until her eyes began to fall. 

They sat in silence, listening to the howls of wind for the time being, both of them enjoying feeling safe and at peace within each other's presence. Alucard was at peace; he could keep her safe. Y/n was calm and at ease knowing her father stayed by her side until she was dozing off, the only sounds filling the room being the softest hums from her father and the soft snores of a once again sleeping child.

“I promise to always protect you dear; you have your father's word.” He whispered to her sleeping form, standing shortly after she was surely sound asleep for the night, he made sure to tuck her back in once again, keeping her warm for the night before lighting the lantern in her room. He always thought ahead of things, making sure to ensure her comfort and safety.

“Sleep well sweet one, when the sun rises everything will be alright.” He smiled softly before walking out, both of them at ease until the sun would rise.

This is a tad short but dear god this manager position at work is kicking my ass with the little to no sleep I get. 🫶💕

#GO READ THIS RN >:)

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We need a part 2 for corpse husband if you were his daughter 😌🫣

being corpse husband’s daughter would include (part 2):

a/n: {find part 1 here} ty for asking, hope you like these follow up ones :’)! it just occurred to me that some people have followed me for stuff for specific people so if you’d like to be tagged in all fics/headcanons for corpse (or anybody else) just let me know! <3 once again, these assume y/n’s mother isn’t involved because single papa corpse owns my heart :’)

warnings: swearing, references to insomia, chronic illnesses, food, very tiny tangent about squid game (no spoilers/violence, just used like one sentence gi-hun’s ex-wife said as an example for something), possibly (probably) rambling

corpse would 1000000% get a tattoo that relates to you in some way. wait imagine if he got a small tattoo of your favourite stuffed animal/toy as a kid which still holds a special place in your gear as an adult. like do you still drag it everywhere you go? probably not, but are they the only stuffie that still has bed privileges? yes. do you still hug them after a bad day? yes. and corpse has to immortalise that because 1) it’s precious and 2) he’d miss his bub. and if you wanted to he’s totally be down to get matching tattoos.

if you haven’t been blessed with this mental image, allow me: corpse husband aka ultimate e-boy aka mr choke me like you hate me, in a beautiful pink tutu, maybe some fairy wings and a tiara, sat a table way too small for him, surrounded by a dozen stuffies.

he’d probably give you a very basic, general rundown/explanation of chronic illnesses - like y’know when disney tries to teach kids something serious and they use metaphors/fairly simple terms? (i’m imagining reader is like a toddler) he’d do something like that so if he had a flare up or something, you wouldn’t get scared or panicked and if he said he couldn’t play with you one day, you’d be far less likely to throw a tantrum.

midnight feasts, midnight movie marathons, midnight everything if you wake up from a nightmare/just aren’t tired? yes. just yes. he has difficulty sleeping most of the time so it wouldn’t be like your fault - like y’know typically if you woke someone up (they might not say it but) they’d probably be like “i just want to sleep, please :’(”. especially if we’re taking about an energetic lil demon bean, which we are. anyways, what i’m trying to say is, ‘cos corpse struggles with sleeping anyway, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal :).

the fridge would be covered and i mean COVERED with your drawings/paintings/etc. there would probably be a couple that were a joint effort - maybe there’d be a finger painting with both of your prints. or one with your tiny handprint next next to his??? stopppp. this actually isn’t fair.

he’d probably have a lil picture of you or maybe a lil gift from you (like maybe you found a stone you thought was pretty at the park or something and gave it to him 🥺) incorporated in his gaming setup.

imagine the hand pics with the stone. omg proud, grateful papa. you know they’d have the cheesiest captions ever too, because he’d be a dad and there’s a brand to follow. duh. imagine corpse’s dad jokes-

you’d probably have a ‘just in case’ bag prepared in case he had to be hospitalised. you’d have packed it together so anything and everything you thought was important, even a bunch of sticker sheets, was put in. i’d riot if there wasn’t a plushie that’d been sprayed w/ his cologne to help w/ missing him. and it’d be a fuckin’ amogus plushie. bye.

he’d probably move into a bigger place w/ a garden and you best believe he’d go all out and spend way too much money turning the garden into a mini park to compensate for the lack of park trips. private park is better anyway, no need to share :).

y’know when kids find out their parents actually have names that aren’t just “mummy” - ssh i’m british/“daddy”/etc? imagine thinking his name was actually corpse husband for a while, like at least a couple of months for funsies. ok so i know i said you’d be homeschooled and i still stand by that but just imagine this ok; idk about y’all but when i was little, like 7ish maybe, our teachers made us write the envelope for our school reports so just imagine you addressing it to corpse husband and the teacher is like “huh?????” (i feel like it’d be funnier if they had no clue who corpse was). they’d definitely talk about that in the staff room at lunch. and you get really defensive about it so they don’t change it and you take it home and corpse is like a mix of 🤨 and 🥹 “thank you, sweetheart”. wheezes for like an hour straight. low-key starts stressing out about that revealing his identity - wait noOoOoOOO. totally shows rae, karl, tina and sykkuno. posts a picture of it on twitter w/ the address covered obviously.

swearing would be allowed once he considered you ‘old enough’ so like mid-late teens.

some qualities (positive + negative because corpse is human even though he’d still be the perfect papa) i think you could exhibit due to his parenting w/ brief reasons: independence + self sufficiency - any symptom flare ups (as discussed earlier), massive empathy - corpse seems to have a massive empathy as is + unsurprisingly children of individuals w/ chronic illnesses tend to be more empathetic, self awareness - sort of the same thing, i imagine corpse is pretty self aware. i don’t think you’d be the best conversationalist but you also wouldn’t be the worst - socialising mostly with corpse and the amigops due to homeschooling/etc.

if there were to ever be a successful real-life example of the ‘spoilt sweet’ trope, it’d be you.

another image for your head: corpse crouching by your bed, chin on the mattress, (y’know that pose?? i don’t really know how to describe it welp) as he gently shakes you awake. ft. a mandatory boop on the nose, of course.

y’know some parents are like “ew, no, they’ll make a habit out of it” cough cough ga-yeong’s mother in squid game - side note, i’m sorry but that pissed me off so much. she was sleeping, he was going to carry her one time. a habit isn’t going to form because of one time >:(. aNyWaYs corpse couldn’t care less about that, you could totally make a habit out of (mostly) anything. if you feel safer sleeping in his bed, fine. if you want a hug, fine. if you want to be carried, fine.

you’d always be (mostly) in charge of the day’s itinerary like obviously if there was an appointment or corpse had some errands, those wouldn’t be cancelled but for the most part it’d be up to you. even with homeschooling stuff, he’d let you pick what order to do things in etc.

i saw this tiktok about how these parents dealt w/ their kids tantrums and they’d basically made the kid his own little space with some activities (i think, at least partially, based on morals? i don’t remember exactly) and a lot of sensory based items like colourful lights etc and the idea was that when the kid was upset, they could go there to like reflect and calm down instead of just sitting angrily on the stairs, staring at a blank wall. i feel like corpse’s parenting would give off those vibes (like just very wholesome and mindful of the kid) but i don’t think it’d come naturally, he’d literally like see a tiktok and be like “yes”.

i think there was another one that was about letting kids decide to give people hugs too like y’know grandparents/family friends/whatever usually just hug the kid or the kid will be pressured into hugging them even if they don’t want to and it seems like such a small thing but like once you’ve thought about it, it’s like why can’t a kid decide not to hug someone, y’know?

the amigops et al (and others) replace your grandparents.

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being corpse husband’s daughter would include:

a/n: these headcanons were written with the idea of y/n’s mother not being involved. ++ find part 2 here <3

warnings: like one swear word, me rambling? 😎

he’d “cherish the fuck out of” you. probably the most loved kid ever let’s not lie.

so many hugs and lots of quality time whenever you want, no matter how old, you’d always be his little princess.

he probably wouldn’t make a big announcement about you, he’d just mention you very briefly in a stream, as if everyone already knew which would obviously result in his chat freaking out. he’d clear up some very basic/general questions like “what’s being a dad like?”, maybe even address “so you have a girlfriend?” one thing he definitely wouldn’t share is your real name. potentially even your age - he won’t even reveal when he got cinnamon so… yeah, i wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t share your age. he might let the chat come up with an alias for you though. that’d be so stinkin’ cute.

he’d let you sit on his lap while playing games by himself or with friends, as long as they weren’t streaming and the game wasn’t too scary for you.

he’d also let you play on stream/with his friends sometimes - he’d start and then all of a sudden your voice would be heard with his faint laughter in the background as everyone loses their shit. {here’s a fic based on this - not posted yet <3}

he’d definitely makes use of parental control settings on any technology you have whilst you’re younger. wouldn’t want you finding any of his songs lmao.

wouldn’t post many pictures of you, even if they were faceless. he might post like one of you wearing a new merch design from behind/with you covering your face or with you face cropped out and because he hasn’t said anything about you, or has said very little, twitter freaks out whilst they try to figure out if he’s got a daughter, a niece, if your one of his friend’s or if you’re just some random kid model.

he’d try his best to do/take care of your hair and would do a pretty good job but, especially if it’s curly like his, would struggle to at least some extent - particularly when it comes to styling due to the liberal and overly dramatic use of “ow”.

i could totally see corpse opting to at least try having you homeschooled. not self indulgent ssh. like {keep in mind i have a lot to catch up on in terms of corpse ‘lore’, if you will} with his anxiety and consequent difficulty/hesitancy to leave his apartment sometimes, he might view homeschooling as fairer for you because then you wouldn’t miss school if he wasn’t able to take you.

he wouldn’t dismiss any of your thoughts or feelings no matter your age, or topic - medical, safety in a place, trust of a person, whatever. he’d always listen and take necessary/appropriate action.

you’d literally be inseparable. best buds. idc.

he’d make you a mini him like once, as a joke, for halloween or something and nobody can tell me otherwise.

idk i feel like corpse isn’t that great of a cook… so y’all would probably have pretty ‘basic’, ‘just chuck it in the oven’ food or takeaways. and cereals for breakfast. hey at least the foil can’t best you. actuallyyyy wait, you’d make kinda shitty homemade food together like pizza that’s basically ketchup on bread w/ toppings. and always somehow make a very big mess in the kitchen. y’all would basically learn to cook together. eventually.

idk if all of corpse’s tattoos have colour but if they don’t, he’d 100% let you colour them in for him.

nail polish king 🥲 he will paint your nails, if you want, and he will do a good job. thank you very much. will even help you with eyeliner too when you’re older.

also y’know those bead bracelets he wears sometimes? you better make him some so he can show them off to everyone. and necklaces, picture that with his chain imma cry. and rings. sobbing.

#corpse husband #corpse husband x you #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x daughter reader #corpse x you #corpse x reader #corpse x y/n #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine #corpse x daughter reader #corpse x child reader #corpse husband x child reader #corpse husband x child! reader #corpse husband x daughter! reader

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prince friedrich courting you would include:

a/n: finally watched bridgerton… friedrich is best boy

warnings: references to ‘dishonouring’

soooo many flowers. every single day. it’d literally be so difficult to walk around your house. you’d basically have to play regency total wipeout. they’d be your favourite flower as well, even though you’re 100% sure you’d not told him what they were.

he’d make sure to be your first caller on all available days. invitations to promenade would almost become like a ritual, as you’d tire of others’ attention.

he’d also make sure to always be the first to ask you to dance.

despite the extent of his infatuation, he’d never reciprocate a ‘moment’ with you in terms of like almost kissing. if you came close to kissing him, he’d a) move away, apologise and reaffirm that he will not ‘dishonour’ you, or b) blush, chuckle nervously, kiss the back of your hand and politely excuse himself, probably (unintentionally) making you super embarrassed and worried that he doesn’t feel the same (but he actually leaves so he can go to your father/brother/etc and request permission to propose).

he’d borderline be chaperones’ chaperone. your ‘honour’ is super important - not in like a creepy “ew if you’re ‘dishonoured’ i don’t want anything to do with you” but he just doesn’t want you to become the subject of negative gossip because that’s no fun and he’d want you to have fun.

no matter what, he’d always make sure you were accompanied, even after an argument the minimum he’d do is watch you leave to make sure you had someone he recognised or you seemed to be comfortable with, to escort you.

if you were ‘dishonoured’ he’d 100% go anthony bridgerton and challenge the offender to a duel. it may not be as rushed - he’d probably try to marry you first so that if he won and was forced to flee, you leaving with him wouldn’t be so scandalous. the fleeing destination would most likely be prussia.

he’d probably try to court you for most of the season, or at least have a very long engagement, because he’d want you to have the best experience and let you make sure that it is really him you want + the absolute monster of a wedding you’d have would need lotssss of time to plan.

queen charlotte would keep a very watchful eye over the pair of you, partially due to excitement and partly due to concern about what lady whistledown will say.

he may gift you a couple of things, like a necklace and maybe even a dress but they probably wouldn’t be completely his idea - queen charlotte would probably suggest he do so to emphasise how i’m love you both and also, therefore, how clever she is for setting up the match.

conversations would most definitely include stories about prussia - it’s culture and friedrich’s upbringing. he wouldn’t bring up anything to do with the future until much later, out of fear of making you uncomfortable; if you brought it up however, he’d happily answer any questions, perhaps after some hesitation.

if trapped into a dance or conversation with anyone else, he’d give you many ‘help me’ puppy eyed looks.

he’d often ask to take tea with your family and frequently invite them (and you obviously) to dinner.

he probably has so many poetry references to relay his feelings about you; he wouldn’t lay them on too thick though.

you’d be invited to every event, even if you hadn’t been previously and would be a sort of honorary guest of honour due to your affiliation with the prince.

#bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x y/n #prince friedrich #prince friedrich x you #prince friedrich x reader #bridgerton imagine

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welcome fairies

requests closed | drafts 89 (ಥ_ಥ)

hiya lovelies ! i’m melody or mellie / melly for short ! or if you like pet names you can totally use those !! <33 :)) please scroll for my masterlist <3

rules :

i will not write anything involving incest, pedophilia or lack of consent. i will also not be accepting any smut / nsfw requests for the foreseeable future.

favourite characters to write :

alucard, freddy, sun, moon, hvitserk, sirius, heinley, my ocs

favourite things to write :

fluff, angst, platonic pairings

characters + fandoms :

if a character / fandom is crossed out, i’m not accepting requests for them at the moment !

i currently don’t accept requests for celebrities, including the actors who play the people on this list. i do occasionally write stuff for them of my own accord however, so check my masterlist <3

american horror story :

incomplete, any pairing

michael langdon, montanna duke, xavier plympton

bridgerton :

complete, any pairing

benedict, prince friedrich

castlevania :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

alucard, dracula, sypha, lisa, hector

doctor who :

complete, platonic only

11th doctor, amy pond

dead by daylight :

incomplete, any pairing

yun-jin lee, the trickster (ji-woon hak), felix richter, the nurse (sally smithson), the huntress (anna), the artist (carmina mora)

euphoria :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

cassie, jules, nate, fez

five nights at freddy’s : security breach :

complete, platonic only

freddy, sun, moon, chica, roxy, foxy, bonnie

friday night dinner :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

johnny, jackie

house of ashes :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

eric, rachel, joey

love island : the game :

incomplete, romantic only

chelsea, kelly

resident evil :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

leon kennedy, claire redfield, lady dimitrescu, bela dimitrescu, daniela dimitrescu, karl heisenberg, ethan winters, mother miranda

red dead redemption 2 :

incomplete, platonic only

arthur morgan

remarried empress (game) :

incomplete, any pairing

heinley

scream :

complete, romantic only

billy, stu, tatum, sidney

the witcher :

complete, platonic only

geralt, yennefer, jaskier

vikings :

complete, platonic only

hvitserk, ubbe, lagertha, björn, ragnar, rollo

venom :

complete, any pairing

venom, eddie

wizarding world ( harry potter + spin offs ) :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

sirius black (ge only), remus lupin (ge only), queenie goldstein, dumbledore

masterlist :

vikings :

the end of an era ( hvitserk x sister! reader )

drabbles ( miscellaneous ) :

001 ( mostly hvitserk x sister! reader )

bridgerton :

prince friedrich courting you would include

corpse husband :

being corpse husband’s daughter would include part 2

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drabbles 001

a/n: am i reviving this blog? i guess you’ll just have to wait and see :) also if a drabble says ‘final here’ but there’s no link yet, it’s because i haven’t finished the full version yet but when i do, i shall link it <3

summary: collection one of writings that a) i never finished or b) never made it into the final piece. most of these are hvitserk x sister! reader lmao

1. another one bites the dust: final here

summary : ivar’s temper results in the death of yet another sibling.

author’s note : ended up rewriting this section, if you’d like to read the final version click here !

once they had reached a point appropriate for the beserker’s send off, not so close that the men accompanying ragnarsson could hear and not so far that the send off was premature, they stopped. the two adults let go of the girl’s hands so that they could embrace each other.

2. blessing (first draft of bundle of joy): final here

summary : hvitserk finally has what he’s always wanted, someone to love. a daughter. he thinks he has, at least.

warnings : allusion to a still-birth, mentions of pregnancy and labour, mentions of death

author’s note : ended up rewriting this, final version is here ! also if you think “father’s here” is weird ( like as opposed to “daddy’s here” ) i’m sorry, i decided to say “father’s” instead because literally nobody in vikings ever says “daddy” so 1) it wouldn’t be very in character and 2) i don’t think it’d be era appropriate :’)

hvitserk waited with baited breath. it seemed that all he’d been doing recently was waiting. unfortunately for the new father, patience did not come easily, especially not for events he was excited for, such as your birth. he’d had to wait the standard nine months, an additional two months for spontaneous labour to finally occur, thirty-six hours of labour, then the unspecified time it took for you to take your first breath. idun had already gone. as she had when hvitserk first met her, she’d left once the task at hand had been accomplished. the goddess of youth had released you from the confines of her uterus, as she had been tasked, and thus was gone. it was apparently no concern of hers whether you lived or died. in that moment, all hvitserk cared about was the cry you had yet to free. a twitch, even, if you were shy.

in the time it took for you to give a sign of life, you’d been washed thoroughly and swaddled in fur. when a wail finally did break through the air, your wail to be exact, hvitserk gently snatched you out of the midwife’s arms and held you closely to his chest. first he cried, happy tears of course, then he laughed. “i have a baby!” your cries quickly turned to coos as you were fussed over. “she needs to be fed”, said the midwife, as she came to take you away. hvitserk glared at the woman, stopping her in her tracks. he’d almost forgotten, babies had to be carried by their mothers for at least one year, sometimes up to four years depending on the reliability of food sources, so they could be fed whenever necessary, and so that any signs of disability, not present at birth, could be recognised. motherless babies, therefore, were given to another woman which meant the time they got to spend with their fathers was limited. hvitserk wouldn’t allow that to happen. he couldn’t. holding you even closer to his chest, he stumbled backwards, taking you out of the midwife’s reach. “i’ll see to it that she is fed”, he said. the midwife opened and closed her mouth, like a fish. your father’s eyes darted between her, the floor and you. “i said, i’ll see to it.” smart enough to know not to annoy a son of ragnar, especially one known as the berserker, the midwife and her assistants left. hvitserk kissed the top of your head, “father’s here little one, father’s here.”

3. no title:

summary : ubbe must explain the events after the defeat of king aelle and king ecbert to his sister.

author’s note : i stopped writing this because i remembered that lagertha already knew about sigurd’s death when ubbe returned and i know she didn’t know that ivar and hvitserk had become ubbe’s enemies until he told her but sigurd’s death was going to be the thing with the highest impact but if the reader knew what had happened it wouldn’t be as dramatic y’know? i might rewrite it so it focuses more on like the reader comforting ubbe but idk it’s 6am and i still haven’t slept yet ✌️

y/n had made sure to be in the front line of welcomers, she’d missed her brothers terribly. kattegat was more like a house than home without them. life was too quiet. lonely. although lagertha treated her fairly, almost like her own daughter, and y/n sometimes found herself wishing lagertha had been her mother instead of aslaug, their lack of shared blood made it hard for y/n to fully accept lagertha as ‘family’. if ragnar’s sons ever did split, lagertha would not hesitate to choose bjorn, even if it meant labelling y/n as an enemy. of course, ragnar’s daughter would never condemn lagertha for that choice. she’d do the same.

perhaps y/n should’ve guessed that something was wrong as early as when the boats first came into view. despite how tiny they looked, it was obvious that the number of returning boats was far less than the number that had left. perhaps she was justified in not worrying. she was waiting for the sons of ragnar, after all. what on earth could’ve happened to them?

once the faces of the returning avengers were decipherable, y/n realised that out of the five figures she’d originally identified as her brothers, four had the right hair but the wrong faces. only one had both. her face fell. surely the gods were not so greedy. people began jumping into the arms of loved ones, jostling y/n who simply looked at ubbe, like a deer in headlights. whatever had happened, was bad. he wouldn’t get off the boat, opting instead to help others who were perfectly capable of getting off themselves. he wouldn’t even look at her. “ubbe?” she finally called as a wall of water began to block her eyes. silence. “ubbe.” some progress, he’d gotten off the boat… and walked right past his sister. he was not trying to be rude, and he would later regret behaving like this, he was just overwhelmed. he’d effectively lost three brothers. scared. what if y/n wanted to leave him too? disappointed. he’d failed. upon turning, ragnarsdottir found that ubbe had gone straight to margethe. the water wall in her eyes shattered. “ubbe!” everyone was now looking between them. “what happened?”

4. no title:

author’s note : this is a bit of an ✨artistic✨ vent, it doesn’t go into too much detail about what i’m dealing with, it’s more focused on what i wish would happen / what i think would help even a bit so pls proceed with some caution if you’re not in the right state of mind for a ( smol ) vent

warnings : angst, fluff, feeling alone, feeling unloved

“hvitserk?” “y/n!” he smiled, long pause “i feel unloved… like everyone who says they love me only say that because they have to, because we’re family but… not because they actually mean it.” she mumbled, with her head down, feeling ashamed. unbeknownst to her, hvitserk had come to crouch in front of her, in part to hear better and in part to comfort her because she was obviously distressed. he didn’t respond tho which made y/n even uneasier, eventually she looked up to see hvitserk staring back at her. “i don’t mean” he hugged her.

didn’t really know how to articulate what i wanted here

“what can i do? what can all of us do?”

“i don’t know. it’s just, when i was younger, you’d all fuss over me constantly. i only started to learn how to walk because of lagertha” they all chuckled “you all said that princesses shouldn’t have to walk. now i’m older, i know i can’t expect you to carry me all the time like you used to, though i miss it terribly, but i feel like you never want to be around me… like it’s a chore. i just… i guess i want to be noticed.”

5. heart bangs:

author’s note : this is a very self indulgent piece of trash that won’t mean anything to a lot of people but its 2am and i just gave myself heart bangs ( side note : they’re so cute but kinda hard to actually curl into the heart oof ) aNyWaY this is just all my pas ( like plural of pa ) reacting to it. in exactly the same way. because i feel kind of empowered rn but i also need encouragement / validation... um yeah the idea is just imagine it being said in their voice. ok ? ok

sirius black : “i’m so proud of you.”

arthur morgan : “i’m proud o’ ya.”

howl pendragon : “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

hvitserk ragnarsson : “i’m so proud of you.”

6. survival of the fittest:

summary : inspired by the horse carcass scene from the revenant, as the winter sun progresses hvitserk worries his sister will not survive the cold. desperate to prove these worries wrong, hvitserk utilises a horse in a way not even ragnar had done. surely, the gods had guided them to the horse on purpose.

a/n : sorry if the horse bit lacks detail or doesn’t make much sense, i haven’t actually seen the revenant and i don’t really want to watch that scene so 🥺 i was just watching a video about method acting and the narrator mentioned this scene so yeah anyway i hope you enjoy... it? idk if ‘enjoy’ is the right word. also this is sort of linked to my ‘skogarmaor’ snippet but also not... it’s like an au i guess. idk it’s a mess ok? ok

“come on. it’s just like wearing a cloak... but bigger.”

“i can’t. i won’t.”

“hvitserk?” she whispered, eyes wide from shock

{{{ something about her throwing up }}}

her nose, her cheeks, her lips were all raw, red, ragged. they looked like they were bleeding. he blamed himself entirely. there was the obvious ‘if he hadn’t been drunk, if he’d beaten his addiction when ubbe tried to help him’ but there was also the fact that he, granted not only he, had sheltered y/n to the highest possible degree. she was hardly viking. yes she was viking by blood. yes she believed in the norse gods... but she was weak. small. delicate. a flower surrounded by thorns. a viking princess who, though she’d heavily deny it, was more akin to those in england.

he stared at her tiny face, now framed by the bear’s belly, “i’m right here. you’re ok... you’re going to be ok.” he smiled sadly, “sleep.”

7. untitled:

summary : dialogue between hvitserk and his sister after the events of the finale

“what do you want to do, hmm? do you want to go back to kattegat? do you want to find ubbe?”

“with you or without you?”

he sighed, “i’m staying here.”

“then that is what i will do. we’ve always been together, i know nothing else.”

“i jumped ship.”

“and look what happened.” she stormed out. hvitserk clenched a fist and assaulted the air. he was trying to help her.

8. untitled:

a/n : indulgent sad girl hours; father figure! teacher x daughter figure! oc

she’d had enough. all she wanted to do was give up but she couldn’t, and she didn’t know why. so, she ran. she ran through all the streets that brought her pain because those were the only places she knew to go. she ran until she couldn’t anymore. until her lungs were on fire. then, she sat on a little wall, well perhaps it was a wall once, she sat on a line of two bricks and cried her eyes out; without a care in the world for who saw. “y/n?” her attention was pulled to the main road. there, her english teacher sat in his car, at the red light. “you ok?” he asked. y/n aggressively wiped her tears away with a sleeve, before nodding, again aggressively. the man faltered, “are you sure?” y/n continued to nod, but her face grew redder and redder, until, eventually, her lips trembled and her tears flooded her face once again. the teacher glanced at his rear view mirrors, he could turn without disturbing the people behind him, so he did. into the little road in front of y/n. he parked, he got out, he approached her. “what happened?” he waited, patiently, but she didn’t respond. “it’s getting a little late, is there someone you want me to call? home, maybe?” “i don’t want to go home.” shit. “i know this is highly inappropriate but i don’t want to just leave you out here. do you want to come... do you want to come to mine?” she did. so he took her. nothing bad or inappropriate happened. he essentially babysat her. he took on the role of a father. she was his daughter.

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[siriustreasure]

the end of an era

pairing : hvitserk x sister! reader

summary : set during the last battle between the vikings and the english ( so6eo20 ), hvitserk must protect his only sister.

warnings : canon typical violence, spoilers, death

hvitserk was not afraid. he’d fought enough people to know that one wasn’t doomed the second a fight began to go south. he took the tossing almost like a duck to water, only doubling over for a fraction of a second. had he perhaps been newer to this, the sight he saw before him would have most likely resulted in his death. he was petrified, rightly so, but his experience allowed him to exploit this fear, to make it beneficial. y/n’s tiny frame was splayed on the battlefield. the ruby cloak her brothers had made her wear so that they could easily identify her, specifically whilst at camp - in case something went wrong, was now almost completely covered by mud. her face was also covered in the slop. she appeared to have a cut across her cheek, though hvitserk couldn’t tell if the blood was her own. there wasn’t enough time for that if he was going to save her. y/n’s protector threw his new opposer off of him, giving him just enough time to pick up his sword. he struck, pushed, slit, stabbed with a newfound rage. how dare the gods decide to lead y/n into the midst of battle? and yet, thank the gods for bringing her to him so she could at least have a chance. their eyes met briefly as she began to drag herself through the mud, closer to her brother. before hvitserk could check the full extent of her injuries, his attention was pulled away to a man running towards his sister. he aimed and threw. the spear hit it’s target. she did not dare to look behind her, instead looking at the prints she’d made in the mud. had circumstances been different, hvitserk might have laughed at the fact that his most recent victim’s last words had been “the son of ragnar!” how pathetic. instead he turned, a new shout vying for his attention. this enemy, just as the last, went down quickly.

one gulp of air and he’d almost failed. a new threat had targeted his sister’s head, even the gods’ hearts shattered as she screamed and cowered. all was well though, y/n was under her brother’s protection. a clang sounded as the swipe was blocked. before the english soldier could comprehend what had happened, the viking knelt, pivoted and slashed, roughly pulling her to her feet so the soldier would not crush her. despite the rising shame punishing him for treating his sister like a rag doll, he almost immediately pushed her to the ground, resulting in a tiny yelp. another soldier came forward, and then another. it appeared these two had formed a duo to overpower him but these efforts were fruitless. finally came a time for a break. hvitserk fell purposely and reached an arm out to y/n, who stood momentarily so she could leap into his arms. she clung to her brother’s neck tightly as he tried to clean her face, only managing to smudge the mess, apologised profusely and asked a million questions. this tender reunion was, unfortunately, short lived.

ivar’s time was coming to an end. “stay here.” hvitserk ordered, as he gently pushed her away. y/n watched as the two met each other in the middle of the chaos, but she couldn’t clearly make out what was being said. to y/n, they were silenced by shouts of passion and screams of pain. prayers to both christian and norse gods. ivar, though he’d never actually hurt or tormented her personally, frightened y/n. had the choice been hers, hvitserk would’ve never left ubbe’s side. perhaps ubbe did treat the former like a dog, but at least he had never killed those hvitserk loved. her blue eyed brother met her eyes, he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. she reached an arm out towards him despite knowing very well he could not reach. he pressed his lips together. ‘twas the perfect visual metaphor for their relationship, close but so far. the fear he sparked within her did not mean she didn’t love him, or that she wanted him to perish. he was part of the reason she’d left the camp in the first place. she had expected ivar to do this; she wanted to see him in his last moments, and she didn’t want poor hvitserk to be alone. speaking of, whilst in her trance, hvitserk had been pushed back. he was now hovering over her, like a bear would hover over its cub. the two of them watched as ivar shouted and shared others’ victories. “you are ivar, son of ragnar lothbrok, and many there are that fear you.” hvitserk’s words seemed to reignite a passion within ivar. he was scared. he wanted, no needed, validation and praise. “one day everyone will know of ivar the boneless.”

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