#roman godfrey x reader x ivar the boneless

[hecohansen31]

Well I was thinking about a little love triangle btw ivar x reader x Roman...if you would want to write this?! I’m open about anything and would like to see what comes to your mind but i also could give you an imagine idea...whatever you would like more:)

(A/N): Hey, sweetie! 

I kind of had this idea, to explain at least the story behind it (sorry I am sucker for backstories) and I honestly loved writing for these two (although I am sure that I wrote them a bit OOC, and hope it wasn’t rushed).

So I hope that you like it, and will suggest more asks about this couple, because I HAVE IDEAS and now I love my obsessive and jealous assholes with anger issues and mommy issues!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex (Spoilers of “Vikings” season 5), Anger Issues and Mean Words.

She and Ivar had been best friends for as much as she could remember.

She basically had been the only child in her neighborhood that didn’t care in the slightest about his disability.

She had actually managed to find a way to work around it and have him play with her, as any normal child and because of that their bond was unbreakable.

And soon what had started as a friendship, had swiftly blossomed in a romance…

… at least on her part.

Ivar was an enigma with his self-conscious tendencies and its way to scream even the harshest words to his most loved ones; and although that hadn’t been enough to make her run away, she still felt extremely insecure about her feeling being reciprocated, no matter how much Hvitserk giggled and gossiped with her about his bother…

… she just didn’t know what she truly was for Ivar.

But that year she had decided to be bold, mostly because her parents had told her that they would be moving for her last year of high school, so she hadn’t much time to spend with him.

But she hoped that eventually that little time would be enough.

She had felt particularly bold for the entirety of the year, but suddenly Ivar disappeared… constantly, whenever she planned her confession.

She wasn’t used to it, and she couldn’t help but hate the way he would constantly bail out every date they programmed, whether it was with just her or even with the brothers, and she couldn’t help but be exhausted by the entire thing.

If he had a problem with her, she preferred he discussed about it with her.

And also, she couldn’t help but feel like the brothers were hiding something to her.

But not for long…

The day of the Summer Solstice, a traditional event for the Lothbrock family, she had presented in her best dress, sure that Ivar wouldn’t be missing that night no matter what and she was determined to let him know that she didn’t see him anymore as a friend.

That she wanted more: to be able to hold his hand, to kiss him and to tease him.

But when she had gone to make the confession, Ivar had stopped her, wanting to reveal his own secret, the reason behind his constant disappearances, and for one minute she had hoped, with the way he had told her that she was truly special and meaningful and that it pained him to keep this a secret for her, that he might have loved her…

… and he had smiled so brightly and…

… she had just broken down, internally when he had moved next to a pretty girl, blonde and definitely what a model looked like, pretty like the sun, with a small devilish smile and beautiful blue eyes, matching Ivar’s one: she was definitely the type of woman that should have been beside Ivar.

Not her, definitely.

-This is Fredys, I have been seeing her for a bit… and…- he was clearly in love with her, watching as the Moon that shine brightly in the sky.

She couldn’t even hold a grudge towards the girl, who immediately went for a hug, almost screeching in her ears, and chanting about how happy she was to meet Ivar’s best friend.

Yeah… his best friend.

She would later, mentally, protest on her stupidity, on her tardiness and on the way she held onto hope.

She held onto the thought that maybe Ivar felt something more, and the dread of feeling her love was unrequited… shut her down completely.

She hadn’t talked with the Lothbrock for the rest of the summer.

She couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the brothers, who were supposed to her friends who told her nothing about it, breaking her faith and loyalty.

She had moved at the start of the high school year, without letting others know, ignoring Ivar, not that he had searched her much after he had Fredys, with whom she couldn’t even be mad, since the girl was lovely and nice and she just hoped she would treat Ivar gently.

High school was tough, not only because she was new, but also because, no matter how much Ivar had hurt her, she couldn’t help but miss him.

College helped her a lot and the little job she had managed to get in order to support herself, made her feel occupied enough that relationships, broken hearts and lovers didn’t interest her in the slightest.

That was true, till she had met Roman Godfrey, the one celebrity of Hemlock Grove, the owner of the “White Tower”, asshole extraordinaire, handsome playboy and constant client at the little coffee shop she worked at.

Roman constantly taunted her, at first his flirting had been very annoying, but slowly it had downed to a sweet teasing and everyone on the bar had bets on who would end up asking the other out first, if they managed a date, before they feel into each other’s bed.

She honestly was a bit scared and had still Ivar in her heart.

It almost felt as cheating to accept Roman’s courting, no matter the fact that she liked the gentleness and the cockiness of the elegant man, who charmed her with sweet words, generous tips and on her birthday (he had learned it through Destiny, a fellow barista) flowers, sunflowers, her favorite.

Slowly, slowly she had found herself forgetting about the bound with Ivar, although he still had a part of her heart, no matter what, and she had allowed herself to jump into bed with Roman.

“I don’t want nothing serious” she had mumbled, meanwhile she undid the buttons of his silky shirts, looking at him in those devilish green eyes “… we are not a couple, we just fuck and enjoy each other’s teasing, got me?”.

Roman had just kissed her on the mouth and with time, she had found herself to be the first one to catch feeling: not only the sex was amazing (and the fact that he was one of her first partners didn’t help) but Roman sure knew how to make a woman feel special.

If she had loved Ivar as a first and eternal love, she loved Roman the more she knew about him, the more darkness she dove in.

So, she was thankful each time Roman would suggest that she became his “plus one” at any kind of event, which meant luxurious one, where she would be wearing elegant clothes and nice lingerie under it.

“It doesn’t break our rules” he affirmed, almost as if he wanted to instead confirm the contrary, daring her to reveal each of her feelings “We are not a couple… we are just two friends who occasionally fuck and sometimes… we have accompany each other to mundane events”.

He then felinely grabbed her legs and pushed a hand on them, slowly tracing it till it reached her inner thighs and lightly slapped down there.

“… get ready, wouldn’t want to be late!”

She hadn’t expected to find Ivar again, in one of those events: she hadn’t certainly let Ivar out of her life and she knew that he was also a millionaire exactly like Roman, too young and too much money, but he usually worked outside of America, since he had taken over his father’s agency.

So, she hadn’t expected to see him in the small and lifeless Hemlock Grove.

She had been standing alone, after Roman had promised her a glass of champagne, mostly checking out around herself before a shaky hand was gently put on her shoulder and she turned around, thinking that it might have been Roman’s joke, just to be met with ice-blue eyes, and not leaf-green ones.

-(Y/N)? – he had seemed surprised enough that she had thought she was herself a ghost.

-Ivar- her tone was much calmer and it didn’t hold the same surprise of his, she tried to keep it calm and under control, trying to be the bigger person -… long time no see-.

-You sure have grown up- he breathed out, taking her in further and she couldn’t help the little blush that spread across her face.

-Yeah it’s been a lot- five years, three months and twenty days…

She hadn’t counted each day.

-You moved and didn’t tell us anything- his tone was suddenly betrayed and she could totally see a rage attack come over him and she couldn’t help but bring her arms around her body, in order to shield herself, just to have another pair of arms do the same, and softly Roman purring in her ear.

-Is everything alright, lovely? – he asked, sending Ivar an annoyed look, clearly considering him a cockroach under his shoe, and Ivar replied with a rageful gaze, his fist coming at his sides.

-Yeah yeah- she reassured Roman, pushing herself away from his hold, finding herself uncomfortable with affection like that: that was why she had had trouble into letting Roman be with her.

She hadn’t forgotten Ivar, no matter what.

-… Lothbrock, do you have some business with my girl? – proceeded to ask Roman, immediately respecting your space, although you knew with the way his voice sounded and he was hurt.

-Your girl just distanced yourself from you, so… I don’t think she is… anymore- Ivar replied, viciously, and she just shot him a warning glance, telling him not to step further -… but she used to be my best friend-.

-Ohh, you were in the friendzone, weren’t you Lothbrok? – made fun of him Roman, and she immediately pushed an hand on Ivar’s chest to stop him (she couldn’t help but love the fact that his chest hadn’t become less firm in the years they had spent apart).

-Go to Hell, Godfrey- he simply replied, meanwhile she led him away from the crowd.

-What the hell has taken you, Ivar? - she asked once they were outside; she was shivering miserably in her low-cute dress, but an angry Ivar was a time-bomb and Roman was worse than gasoline, when he wanted to.

-What about you, (Y/N)?! – he replied, angrily, meanwhile she rolled her eyes -… you leave and never come back, without telling nothing…! And don’t answer texts…! It’s like you disappeared off the face of Earth! -.

She knew that if she hadn’t been through the heartbreak she had been and without the personal growth she had gone through, she would have just asked for Ivar’s forgiveness, but she wasn’t that girl anymore, no matter her feelings for him… he needed to hear something, the truth.

-Oh, sorry, Ivar…- her voice was so sarcastic that Ivar flinched at the tone -… but I honestly didn’t think that you cared in the slightest, since you spent all the year AVOIDING ME-.

She had been scared that he might have been the one to do a scene, but apparently… it was her.

He looked at her shocked, probably unused to her sass.

-… you literally not only did that, but you know what got me even more angry? YOU DID IT FOR A GIRL! – she took a deep breath, much to regain her voice after the scream than to give Ivar a break -… I never let a boy come between us, not that there would have been, because I liked you, but…-.

She couldn’t keep going, because of the truth she had spit out.

But could you blame her? It had been on the point of her tongue for so long…

… and now it was out.

-(Y/N)… I …- but before he could say anything, she run away, as fast as she could and when she moved inside, to grab quickly her coat, she was met with Roman’s broad chest and although he looked a bit angered, he seemed worried for her, but she was in too much panic.

-… Earth to (Y/N)… is everything ok? – he asked, pushing her chin up to check her face, as if he was expecting bruises -… did Lothbrock hurt you? -.

-No, Ivar would never hurt me- it was one of the few things she knew; Ivar could scream at her and be all enraged but he would never hurt her, even playfully -… but I am tired and I prefer to go home-.

-I can escort you, home, this event was boring…- he suggested, gently putting an hand over her hipbone, which made her react roughly, pushing herself away from his hold and seeing he hurt in his eyes.

-I prefer to go home, alone- and then she bit her lip, trying her best to find a way to lessen Roman’s bad mood -… I am sorry-.

-He is the one who broke your heart, isn’t he? – he asked, meanwhile he scratched her head -… I kind of thought that you might just be playing hard to get, but you are truly broken-.

The words were meant to bring her to her knees, to hurt her and before she knew it, she had slapped Roman’s smirk off his face, and she stumped out of the ballroom, screaming in his direction.

-Never contact me again, ASSHOLE! -.

—

The following day she awoke at noon, after she had cried out her entire heart a bit out of anger and bit out of pure sadness, at the simple thought that she might have fucked up each of her relationships.

An headache was storming in her head, so she didn’t dare get out of her little apartment, meanwhile her roommate tried to get her up, in the end leaving her there, with a tray of breakfast next to her bed, and pushed her phone near the night stand, in order for the girl to finally “shut him up” since it had been bleeping and trilling for the entire morning.

She had expected Roman’s calls, and she felt extremely good ignoring them, but the unknown number which presented himself as Ivar was something she hadn’t thought about, mostly because she hoped that he would be off for good after that night.

She had scared him enough with both her screams and her confessions, but she couldn’t help but be curious about the messages he had sent her.

At first they were simply just “I am sorry” and “It’s me Ivar, your hot grumpy boyfriend gave me your number” “No I didn’t beat him up for it” (she almost laughed at it) “… and I didn’t know you felt that way”, she just replied quickly with a “Hello, there and I am glad you didn’t beat him”, she was halfway through mentioning the “I like you” confession… but before she could there came a knock from her door, and she just simply rolled off, since it was either some marketer or just Roman.

She didn’t know which option was worse.

She simply rolled onto her side, and gently focused on the screen and Ivar’s icon appeared changed with the writing “is writing” and soon there was his reply “… I mean… I don’t think that he wanted to beat a cripple so… you know there is an advantage into being one”.

She couldn’t help but feel fifteen again, when her and Ivar would chat back and forth, with him making fun of disability and hers chastising him for her; it wasn’t so difficult to move onto that complicity again, and she realized that nothing had changed.

That she still loved him.

In her attempt to ignore Roman, who had with no delicacy shouted her to let him in, she just decided to continue to chat with Ivar, since it was something that made her feel better, although she was bit too pissed with both of them.

“… the thing with Freydis ended” she honestly hadn’t asked nothing about it, but Ivar seemed to bring it up naturally “… she kind of… it is very fucked up to say, but she… cheated on me and I was almost a father to child that wasn’t mine… Gosh that is fucked up”.

She hadn’t known about this, mostly because as soon as anything talked about her and her relationship with Ivar she started to read away, not out of disrespect to the woman, but more out of respect for her heart.

So, she had no idea, and her heart couldn’t help but clench at that news.

“I am extremely sorry, Ivar” she simply, messaged, knowing perfectly that it had probably hurt even more because she wasn’t there with him.

“She wasn’t my match, definitely” he simply replied, but she knew that he harbored much more “… and I have to talk about something with you, and I don’t think that I can do it on the phone”.

And then a message followed:

“Can I come over?”.

She had to wait something like a quarter of an hour, before hearing Roman greet Ivar roughly, and Ivar just huffed, hence, it was her cue to welcome her guests.

“I am not talking with him near me” Ivar protested and Roman just rolled his eyes as if to say “likewise”.

“I have a storming headache, because I have been crying about you two, so I am not giving yo the luxury to choose”

And then she strutted into the kitchen, after she had thrown out her roommate’s cold tea, to make a new one, and two coffees.

Soon she heard grumbling and Roman was showing Ivar the place where he could leave the jacket, meanwhile he pulled a chair out for himself, stretching his long legs, meanwhile he sent her a dirty look, mostly due to her wearing a nightgown he had gifted her.

“It was cold, outside” he mumbled, just as Ivar joined them, stumbling a bit awkwardly on his crutch.

“… I didn’t think that your cold heart felt coldness” she replied, pointedly, earning Ivar’s laugh “… and don’t you dare laugh, I am pretty curious about knowing how you managed to get my number without fighting someone”.

Both the men sat down, with their tails between their legs, and waited to raise their heads till she put the coffee in front of them: Roman’s black, Ivar’s with too much sugar.

Waiting for them to speak up.

Ivar seemed at unease so Roman went first:

“I am sorry for those horrible things I told you, last night” he lowered his head, before hitting her with those guilty green eyes “…I was scared, because I was jealous, I mean… he is quite handsome, if you put something in his mouth”.

Immediately, Ivar almost went to hit him, but was stopped from a pointed glance of hers.

“It was stupid, childish and irresponsible” he pointed each word with meaning and she couldn’t help but hold out an hand which he kissed tenderly.

And this got Ivar to act up, pushing her attention away from him, when he started confessing.

“I am sorry for ignoring you for an entire year… I…” he looked around, before letting out a meaningful breath “… actually have had a crush on you for the longest, but you never acted out on it, so I thought I was indeed on the ‘friendzone’ “.

Roman didn’t laugh just because he threatened with his eyes.

“Freydis was a simple filler, I thought she might help me to forget you, but once you went away, you probably brought my heart with you”.

She was a bit teary and shushed the tears turning around to check the teas, before pouring it into a cup, sitting in front of the two awaiting males.

“I know this will sound stupid…” because it wasn’t something that was said useful “… you both broke my heart”.

She sipped her tea, to leave out a dramatic pause, eyeing with her side-eye the two males, who were holding a grudge against each other.

“… but… for some fucked up way… I really really like you two, both” they looked at her incredulous “… without Ivar, I wouldn’t have met you Roman: you helped me seeing the world and that there is love even after an heartbreak, I wouldn’t seriously be the woman I am now”.

She gently caressed Roman’s face, who leaned into her touch, but before Ivar could be left out she did the same to his face, leaning in for a long awaited first kiss:

“… but without Roman, I wouldn’t have met you again and you are my first love, the one I won’t be able to forget no matter how many years pass, you’ll always own a part of my heart”.

She felt him melt on her lips, and Roman gripped a bit more forcefully her hand, searching her look.

“You want us both?” he asked, curious “… I didn’t think that you would be into this, greedy girl”.

Ivar just mumbled:

“I don’t like this, and I don’t like him” but it just took him a nice smile from her, and another kiss to loosen the grudge he owned “I don’t like sharing what is mine”.

“… I think that the word you are looking for Lothbrock is ‘ours’ “.

“Say that again, Godfrey and I will slit your throat in your sleep”.

“Kinky…”.

Well they certainly had their way to get along.

Even more when she just huffed, exiting the kitchen, and they both sent her questioning glazes… before she elegantly slipped off her panties from under her nightgowns, leaving them on the carpet.

They almost got into another fight for that trophy.

But she got the final prize.

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[artemiseamoon]

The Three of Us

Soulmate Au w/ F Reader x Roman | Reader x Ivar sneak peak. Requested by @walkxthexmoon

Backstory: Reader takes the soulmate test, Roman finds out before she can tell them herself or take a look at her results. 

Read whole story here

A moment later you feel something shift in the air, it thickens. Roman rushes into the room with something in his hand. He throws it down on the table, causing you to flinch.

“What the shit is this?!” His voice raises as his green eyes burn with anger. He leans over the table, starting at you dead on.

Confused, Ivar sits up straight and picks up the stack on the table. Your heart sinks.

“What the fuck is that!” Roman points at it.

Your eyes jump from him to Ivar. Your breathing increases, you start to feel hot. You reach for the papers and Ivars eyes meet yours. In them you see disappointment laced with confusion.

“Um,” you sit up and cross your arms around your body, holding yourself, “I uh…”

Roman lights a cigarette aggressively. He shoves it between his lips, “ shes fucking leaving us.”

“Roman I didn’t - “

Ivar puts the packet in your lap, “did you do this?”

You stand and move toward the window, needing more air. Sliding it open, you try to calm your breathing, “I was going to tell you guys, I just...you weren’t supposed to find that.”

Roman raises his voice, “I was looking for a lighter. You always have candles and shit on, I knew you had one somewhere.” The irritation was clear in his voice.

You press your lips together, trying to think of how to explain yourself, “yes. I took the test. I was curious. And no, I wasn't leaving you, either of you I just wanted to know.”

Roman blows out smoke, “So what are we then? You bored already?” 

You look at Ivar who takes a cigarette from Romans pack. He doesn't say anything to you, doesn't even look at you, and that somehow hurts more than Romans yelling.

Ivar walks over to the balcony and slides the door open, he steps outside and leans into the railing as he smokes. You watch him for a while, before Roman starts to go off again.

Frustrated, you run your hands over your face. “Roman just, shut up!” The rise in your tone catches both their attention. Roman sits on the couch, a pouty look on his face.

“I asked you, both of you what this was,” you move your finger between you and Roman. Ivar puts his cigarette out and walks back into the room, “ I know we’ve been having fun but I never know if one day it's just going to end, or if one of you will decide you’re bored and move on. So yeah, I took the fucking soulmate test.”

...

Coming soon

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[mystic-shadows42]

Revelations

A/N: @walkxthexmoon​ Inspired me to write this piece. Thank you for giving me the honor to write my first Roman and Ivar crossover. I hope I don’t disappoint you.

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x reader x Ivar Lothbrok (Crossover AU)

Warnings: Language and Obsessiveness

Ivar walked through the door to his cousin Roman’s house and saw him on the phone. Roman did a quick wave of his hand while he still remained on the phone. 

Meanwhile, Ivar made himself at home by dropping down on his cousin’s couch and one by one put his feet on the table while moving his crutches off to the side.

“Baby look I’m sorry. I just need you to call me back, okay. I miss you. I promise to be better. I only want us to be on better terms. I love you. Bye.”

Ivar lifted his brow in amusement.

“You have a girlfriend?”

Roman slicked his hair back and sighed at how nosy his cousin is, always wanting to know everybody’s business.

“Yeah.”

“You guys get into a fight or something?”

“Something like that. We’re going to work through it. I’m just giving her a little space.”

“So.... calling her is giving her space?”

Roman picked up one of his pillows off the couch and threw it at Ivar. He pointed his finger at his younger cousin who was known for getting in trouble.

“I’m not your mom, so I don’t want to hear any of your shit. I don’t even know why you’re here exactly? Aunt Aslaug sounded like she couldn’t wait to be rid of you.”

Ivar rolled his eyes. “It’s just to take the heat off me.” He never liked talking about his issues. That’s why he liked meddling in other people’s problems. It distracted him from the daily pain in his legs.

“And your brothers? It’s strange to see you without any of them.”

“It’s just me. Your favorite cousin.” Ivar smiled.

“Great,” Roman muttered sarcastically.

Ivar observed his older cousin throughout the day noticing how lonely he truly is. He had servants do everything for him but besides that, he does the same thing over.

He’d constantly see Roman checking his phone and pacing as he tapped his phone against his hand.

Ivar couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how pathetic his cousin seemed to be over his ‘girlfriend’ who never called him back.

Over the course of Ivar’s stay, he observed everything in the house. All but one area that Roman always sneaked off to. There was nothing else for Ivar to do so he’d follow Roman.

He peered from behind a wall watching his cousin use a passcode to enter a hidden door. It closed behind him but luckily for Ivar, he had memorized the code from watching for a couple of days.

He inserted the code and followed the dark hall where there was only one light at the end of it.

Ivar became confused at what he saw. It was simply a room, void of color. Hanging above the entranceway was a ‘Welcome Home!’ sign. 

There were also various balloons hanging from the ceiling that were in different shades of color. Off to one side of the wall, there was a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals.

In Ivar’s daze of confusion, he didn’t see Roman appear from the bathroom carrying a box. It was only when Roman dropped it onto the floor that he looked at him.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

“What is all this?” Ivar asked not even really looking at Roman who was infuriated.

“Get the fuck out of here Ivar before I fucking break your legs even more!”

This brought his attention back. Ivar wasn’t afraid of his cousin like he used to be. 

Even though Roman thought Ivar was at a disadvantage being on crutches, Ivar himself did not think so. He’s scrapped with many men and has come out victorious.

He simply smiled and stood as tall as he could in front of Roman.

“I dare you, cousin,” he stressed. “You may be mad at me now, but whatever you’re doing in here seems of great importance for you to do it while I’m still a guest here. So me discovering this,” he gestured with his hands around the room. “Is all on you.”

“What do you want then Ivar? You want me to give you money? Will that make you leave me alone?”

Ivar scoffed at the notion. “Your money doesn’t interest me. This room does though. You may not believe me, but I really do look up to you cousin. Not just physically because you’re taller but spiritually?”

Ivar was known for being religious in nature and made points of life imitating art type of stuff. The kind of thing that really pissed Roman off.

“What the hell are you even talking about? I really don’t want to hear this spiritual bullshit of yours.”

“You surprise me. That’s what makes you interesting.”

“So you think you’ve got everybody else figured out but me?”

“Exactly!” Ivar stated excitedly.

Roman sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Listen, I’m tired. I don’t-”

He was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. He quickly scrambled for his phone in his pant pocket almost dropping it in the process before picking it up quickly.

“Sweetheart, I’m so happy you called.” He bit his lower lip as he started to listen. “I don’t see why you’re being so hasty. Talk to me.” Ivar noticed his tone go softer and lower when he spoke to his girlfriend. “I need to see you. No, no, no, no, listen. I can’t do that. Will you-”

He exhaled loudly and looked down at his phone. “Fuck!” He put his hands over his head thinking to himself. “I have to go see her.”

Ivar gave him a knowing look narrowing his brows. “I think that’ll only make it worse. She doesn’t seem like she wants to talk to you.”

“Oh, like you’re an expert in love. I heard that Freydis girl cheated on your ass.”

Ivar bit his tongue but still smiled. “She’s dead.”

Roman turned to Ivar, giving him a remorseful look. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I just got heated after that phone call.”

Ivar collected himself before his cousin could see any vulnerability. He started to slowly make his way out of the room.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“How did she die?”

“Car crash. The brakes malfunctioned.”

Roman was quick to look at his cousin’s retreating figure. “Malfunctioned?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Did they question you?”

“Why would they? It was, after all, an accident.”

Roman smiled and shook his head. He’d always undermined his cousin, but now he was starting to see just how smart and cunning he really is.

He followed Ivar out and towards the garage.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going with you. I want to see this girlfriend of yours to really see if she’s worth all this trouble.”

“She’s worth it. I’ll bet everything I have just to prove it.”

Ivar tsked his cousin.

“Now that wouldn’t be a very smart thing to do, would it?”

“Love conquers all.” Roman opened the door to his car and gave in to Ivar. “Fine, get in crazy.”

Ivar chucked his crutches inside and became giddy once he sat in the car that he always wanted to ride in.

They drove for what seemed to be hours to Ivar. Everything was starting to look the same after a while.

“Are we there yet. I feel like all we’ve been doing is circling the same area.”

“That’s because we have been.”

Ivar looked at Roman sharply, about to give him a piece of his mind. He didn’t like how his time was being wasted, but then he saw that look in his eyes. It was the same look from earlier. Roman’s eyes were searching the surrounding area fervently.

He looked at the time and waited a couple of seconds then looked back up.

“She should be walking around here.... now.”

Sure enough, there you were. Ivar was hunched in his seat but for this, he sat up. He knew right away who his cousin was looking at. Ivar’s mouth began to part, unknowing to him.

While Roman’s heart seemed to be beating so fast that he could feel it throughout his whole body.

“There she is, looking absolutely beautiful without ever needing to try.”

Both of them were in a trance as they watched you walk. Roman took out his phone and quickly dialed the number he knew by heart.

They watched your expression change when you looked down at your phone. You hung up and quickly put your phone away.

“She hung up.” Roman was beside himself. He angrily unbuckled his seatbelt and headed towards where you were. It was safe to say that you were quite caught off guard when Roman tapped your shoulder making you turn around.

From Ivar’s view, he could see your eyes widen and your body stiffen. You put your hand in front of you before Roman could get any closer.

Your eyes wandered around quickly, looking for anybody near. Roman was pleading his case but was becoming frustrated with you not wanting to listen to him. When Roman grabbed your arm, you called out for help.

Ivar leaned forward watching this all play out. This definitely had his attention.

Roman looked like he was beginning to panic and placed a cloth over your mouth until you finally passed out in his arms.

“What the fuck,” Ivar whispered to himself.

Roman picked you up and looked around quickly before ushering to the car and placing you gently in the back seat. He got in the driver’s seat and took off making the tires screech off the cement.

It was quiet besides the idling of the car now and then. Ivar would look over at Roman to see his eyes focused on the road. He had a tight grip on the wheel, flexing his hands on it.

“I guess it’s safe to say that she was never really your girlfriend, was she?”

Roman looked at Ivar once they were at a stoplight. He was crossed between being mad and lost on what he just did.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“What was it supposed to be like? You were going to do this regardless. That’s what that room is for. For her arrival. You were probably going to take her after my departure, right?”

The streetlight was the only light reflecting off of their faces. It went from being red to green, yet Roman didn’t move the car.

“We keep this to ourselves.”

“Why should I keep your secret. This isn’t my mess.”

“At least I didn’t kill my girlfriend.”

Roman used to make fun of Ivar when they were younger, yet they had more similarities than he cared to admit especially at a moment like this.

They exchanged looks knowing that they were in this mess together now. Ivar had more experiences with problems like this rather than Roman himself. 

He’d usually be able to get out of predicaments like this through money, but he was far beyond that.

“Looks like I’m not the crazy one anymore.” Ivar stated wanting to get the last say on the matter.

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“Oh, it’s been paid for.” The barista said as you tried to hold out your phone to the card machine. Frowning you asked her if she was sure and she nodded, gesturing to a table behind you. 

When you turned around, having thanked the barista for your coffee, you paused. Ivar was grinning at you from his seat. His brother’s things were strewn over the table and chairs Ivar was sat at. 

You could see them flirting with one of the girls who had a black serving tray balanced in her hand. “Isn’t it your birthday soon?” Ivar asked.

“It is.” You muttered. You’d been avoiding him. You’d been avoiding Roman Godfrey as well, who seemed to have a terrible knack at appearing just as Ivar got your attention. You weren’t sure exactly why Ivar was looking at you with a nervous glint in his eyes.

He glanced around and leaned in with a delighted grin. “I managed to book the big hotel near the park you like. We’re throwing you a party!”

“You… as in?” You asked nervously as you frowned. He frowned too, disappointed that you hadn’t seen more pleased.

“My brothers and me. Also Floki. I don’t think you know him but you’ll like him.” Ivar said quickly. You let out a slow sigh. At least it didn’t involve Roman.

“Well, if you let me know what day your party is, I’ll try and come. I’m going out of town for a while.” You explained quickly. It struck you as a bit odd to throw an elaborate party for someone you barely knew and border line stalked. Although it wasn’t the weirdest thing the Lothbrok boys had done. You were pretty sure Ubbe had once donated a month's pocket money to buy off the local schools for a month so he could take a girl on holiday. Which raised the question of how much pocket money an eighteen year old was getting. You narrowed your eyes at Ivar and his eyebrows raised as he looked a tad nervous.

“Why would you pay for a party for me?” You asked dubiously.

“Oh! I like you.” He said. He didn’t say anything else so you nodded.

“Well, thank you for the coffee.” You muttered with a tight smile that you hoped was friendly enough to show your gratitude but not open enough to have the adoring boy looking up at you even more encouraged.

******************

“Hey Roman.” Peter said cheerfully as Roman pulled up outside his work. He’d lied the day before and given him the wrong appointment time. He’d wanted to know when you were bringing in your car so that you could run into him ‘organically’. Peter liked you, you were also a nice customer. He felt a little sorry for you being caught between Roman and Ivar. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have to deal with what Peter regarded as two Roman Godfreys.

You’d needed your tires fixed on your ‘new’ car. He’d managed to help you find the car you’d saved up for. It was a little old and busted up but you’d worked out a deal to get it usable. He’d worked so hard on it, for so long, he had assumed that you wouldn’t be in for a long while, at least until the next tune up for the car. It wasn’t for a whole year. He suspected that Roman had your tires slashed so he could run into you at the garage. He had been a little too eager and knowledgeable about the state of your car. Peter hadn’t said anything though. Best to avoid being drowned in Roman’s bad mood. Though he looked pretty angry about something already.

“You’re closing?”

“Yeah, (Y/N) just needed some new tires and she was my last customer.” Peter said quickly. He rubbed the back of his head and tried not to look nervous.

“You should have called me to tell me to come sooner.” Roman said with a disapproving look. Peter just gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged. “That Lothbrok idiot is showing off again.”

“He is?” Peter said as he glanced around, expecting his garage to be filled with luxury cars at any moment. Roman rolled his eyes at his friend and glared at him from his seat in his car. He drummed his fingers on the edge of the door and considered, for a moment driving off and not talking to Peter for a while.

“Apparently he and his brothers are throwing a party for (Y/N). He books up all the caterers and party planners. Not only that but he’s bought out her favourite restaurants to serve food. The theme park is moving some of its rides to the hotel and he’s set up a cinema there. It’s ridiculous!” Roman snapped and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. Peter wasn’t sure what to say. He agreed, it was ridiculous. It was nowhere near the small, classy thing that you’d planned with your friends in your out of town trip you’d mentioned. He was also sure that Roman was angry because he hadn’t thought of it. Seeing as both Roman and Ivar seemed convinced that luxury and money was the way to win your over to them. 

“Maybe you should… crash the party?” Peter offered. He felt a little guilty but he figured that you’d reather them both be at the party that you hadn’t even wanted, and that you might not even go to. Then have them both do something chaotic at the airport. Roman seemed to agree with him and his mood changed in an instant as he planned how to upstage Ivar.

***************

You attended the party with your friends. Your bags were packed, you’d parked the car somewhere that the Lothbroks and Roman couldn’t tamper with and stop you from going.Your friends had insisted on going as half the town had headed to the party.

It was loud and big. No one seemed to comment on the fact that you and your friends were dressed in travelling clothes, rather than ball gowns like everyone else.

“(Y/N)!” Ivar said cheerfully. You muttered a greeting and waved from inside the huddle of your friends.

“We’re not staying long.” Your friend said quickly and Ivar frowned.

“That’s fine. But it is your party.” He said as he shrugged and hurried to fetch you a drink.

“That you planned without knowing her, or asking her. Which is so weird.” Your other friend pointed out. Another spotted Roman at the bar. He was downing drinks and looked dreadfully bored.

“Why do they always come to irritate me together?” You asked quietly and your friends laughed.

Roman downed a last drink and started heading your way. Your friends made it their mission that until you’d shown a polite enough attendance to the party, they would help you avoid them both. By the time Roman had made it through the crowd to you, your group had moved on. It went on and on until your friend’s phone dinged and the group started making their way to the exit.

“He showed up Hvitserk! He wasn't even invited to the party. It’s one thing for Peter to show up he knows (Y/N) but Roman!” Ivar was complaining as he leant on one of the tables outside and swung his lit cigarette dangerously close to Hvitserk’s face.

“Well, he does know her Ivar. Didn’t they both go to school together?”

“That does not mean that he knows her!”

“You did make it a public event so she would show up for her birthday and she did.” Hvitserk added as he rolled his own cigarette and ignored Ivar’s flailing.

“Well. Yes. It will show him up when we give her that room of gifts and all he bought was a bottle of wine.” Ivar added gleefully. He stopped talking long enough for Hvitserk to sign and see what had snatched his brother’s attention. You and your friends were fleeing away from the building. Ivar frowned as Roman emerged and called after you.

“You were going to leave without me saying hello.” Roman said as he shoved through the group and grabbed at your arm.

“Well, yes, we really have to get going.”

“Where?” Roman asked curtly.

“Just, out of town.” You said quickly. He glared at you as if he was considering telling you not to go. He seemed annoyed when you pried your arm from his hand.

“You’re ungrateful.”

“Excuse me?” You asked and he gestured to the building.

“I got you a gift and you’re not going to wait for me to give it to you. So you’re ungrateful. I want to give it to you.” Roman snapped. Ivar was stomping over with his crutches that clicked over the floor. Hvitserk dawdled along behind. He seemed to be struggling to light his cigarette.

“You’re ruining the party. My guest of honour is leaving because of you!” Ivar snapped at Roman who rolled his eyes.

“She’s leaving because you’re a creep who threw her a party without asking.” Roman snapped back. They started shouting and bellowing at each other, loudly enough that people who were chatting outside or smoking hurried back inside.

“If I were you I’d leave now before they notice that you’re going.” Hvitserk said quietly as he leant in and used your friends as a wind breaker so he could finally light his cigarette. He winked at you as he jerked his hand to a gate that you hadn’t noticed before. “You’re not the only one that makes escape plans for these stupid parties.”

“What kind of idiot only brings wine to a birthday gift!” Ivar seethed at Roman who was squaring up and trying to make himself look even bigger. You whispered a thank you to Hvitserk who gave you a flirty, lopsided smile before his attention was dragged away by a couple of women entering the car park.

Your group rushed away and managed to make it to the gate before either of them noticed. By the time Roman had made it to the gate you were in the car. Once Ivar joined him you could hear even more shouting over the sound of your friends engine as they pulled away.

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There's also this Vikings work in my drafts I'm playing with again. Because...Ragnarsson's, of course. Those boys drive me crazy.

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Behind the Lense

For @flowers-in-your-hayr challenge (see moodboard above) I am so late with this. But, here it is! Thank you to @walkxthexmoon for inspiration & our convos 🙂

Modern! Ivar x Roman w/ Mila (Ofc) | Words: 930

Warnings: The premise is Stalker Ivar & Roman, as seen by the board. If this is a trigger, please don’t read. Other warnings: obsession, angst, deceit, sexual thoughts

❗️AN: I’m am in no way condoning stalking or obsessive behaviors.

ROMAN

The mystery girl moved in across the street a month ago. Ever since, Roman has been obsessed. He couldn’t recall the last time he was so hypnotised by someone.

A quiet introvert, she seemed to have a small circle of friends and spent her free time in parks or in the library. She was a creature of habit; she always sat at the small table on the second floor, North facing window.

Sometimes she listened to music, other times she read in complete silence. Either way, she always seemed so far away, like she was in her own little world, oblivious to anything around her.

Roman would watch from the corners and behind books. Her academia style outfits and the soft red lipstick she always wore burned into his memory.

Sometimes, Roman would close his eyes and imagine what she felt like, smelled like, how she tasted.

IVAR

He remembers the first time he saw her like it was yesterday. He could still smell the autumn leaves and feel the breeze on his skin.

Flashback

Sitting on the top of the hill, Ivars eyes scan the park, searching for moments worth capturing.

Finally spotting something he likes, Ivar raises his camera and gets into position. With careful focus, he snaps the photo.

Later that night, after developing his recent photos, Ivar looks over his work. He stops in front of one particular photo and brings his hand to his chin, taking a closer look.

Grinning to himself, Ivar takes the photo down for closer examination.

Finally, he thinks, after all this time he’s finally found his muse.

End of flashback

Hidden by shadows, Ivar kept watch.

She liked to journal every other Saturday while seated under the willow tree. She really enjoyed music, often bobbing her head while mouthing the lyrics as she wrote.

Ivar wondered what it was like in her head, he wondered what the world was like through her eyes.

Soon enough, she got a job at the local movie theatre, a small quaint place with old school methods. She worked up stairs in the projector room on Thursday and Friday nights.

As Ivar sat in the back row, blankly watching the film play, he wondered what she's thinking about up there, and if she liked the solitude of such a job. It seemed an odd fit for a girl like her, but it only added to her mystery.

IVAR & ROMAN

Roman didn't know his roommate Ivar shared his object of affection, not until he noisily entered his photography room, ignoring the large keep out sign and Ivars voice in the back of his head.

Since moving in with his best friend, Roman was always curious about that room, but never entered. He half thought Ivar would really stab him if he did.

But curiosity got the best of him, he had to see for himself.

Roman finds himself too drawn to the photos, he spends more time in there than he should. He doesn't hear the front door open or Ivar come down the hall.

Cursing to himself, Ivar grips the handle; he already knows Romans in there.

Roman barely budges when the door opens, or when Ivar yells at him. He’s too fixated on a series of photos on the left wall.

When Ivar walks over to him, Roman points to the photos,

“You noticed her too?”

Ivar focuses on the wall of photos, “she's my muse.”

…

MILA

As the last film of the night comes to an end, the lights downstairs come on and people start to leave.

Turning the projector off, Mila glances down at the seats and watches them for a moment. After a minute or two, she washes her hands and makes her way down the stairs to the main floor.

Leaning against the door left of the exit, she gently smiles at patrons as they leave for the night.

As the last group trickles out, she spots the guys at the very back, the last to leave. They’re both very handsome with the kind of eyes you get lost in.

They whisper among themselves as her eyes settle on them, they almost seem put off guard.

The taller one with green eyes flashes a smile as they near the door.

Mila stands up tall and pulls the keys out of her pocket. The guys watch perplexed as she locks the door before they can leave.

“There’s something you should see.” She says calmly.

Mila flicks off the main light, darkening the entryway and walks ahead of them.

Unsure of what's happening, Ivar and Roman follow her down a set of stairs to the basement.

They talk among themselves in whispers, she can hear them but doesn't say a word.

The hall is dimly lit and when she stops in front of a door, she unlocks it. Looking back over her shoulder, she smirks,

“Well, coming or what?”

They look at each other and watch her disappear into the room. Once inside, Mila flicks on the light and stands in front of the wall.

The brothers enter the room, their jaws drop.

“Think I don’t know what you’ve been up to boys?” her voice is spiked with a honeyed tone. Ivar walks past her to get a closer look at the wall.

“What the shit?” Romans eyes move quickly over the wall of photos.

Photos of him, photos of Ivar.

With a soft chuckle, Mila takes a seat in the chair by the desk, her eyes jumping from Ivar to Roman.

“I guess the question is, who's watching who?”

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As soon as you shut the front door on your friend and turned to the men on the sofa your smile faded. “This is a very bad idea.” Ivar muttered as he pushed himself up. Leaning on his crutch he moved away to the apartment balcony.

“I think it went well.” You defended and Roman scoffed.

“Your friend found out that we kill people.” Roman pointed out with a condescending tone and you shrugged.

“Yes but she believes it’s for you know. A magical religious calling. So I don’t think she’ll tell the cops.” You said quickly.

“If she realizes that we’re killing people for food and not for God, she might not like us anymore.” Ivar pointed out as he leant in the doorway of the balcony.

“We just… won't tell her.” You said hopefully.

“What if she tells her father, who is a cop?” Roman asked and you frowned.

“Maybe… we’ll just deal with it if it happens.” You offered up hopefully.

“You know if you could just drink the blood we’d be set.” Ivar grumbled at Roman who scoffed.

“Well excuse me we weren’t all raised by vampiric royalty.” Roman responded sarcastically.

“If he keeps upsetting me I’ll bite him.” Ivar snapped and bared his fangs.

“Really? Inside? I just cleaned up the last mess and I think the flooring man is getting suspicious. There’s only so many red liquids I can say we ruined the floor with before he figures it out.” You complained as Ivar went back to leaning on the balcony railing.

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Accidentally Met My Soulmate(s)

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

At the moment I am not feeling very very well, plus my computer just decided to have a few problems, so writing has been the last thing on my mind.

But I couldn’t help but wish @walkxthexmoon​ an ‘happy birthday’ with this small fic (I am sorry if it truly sucks, I sadly haven’t felt the best as of lately, but I do hope that it’ll make you smile a bit)!

I hope you had a lot of cake and a lot nice gifts!

WARNINGS: Slight Mention of Smut, Alcohol Abuse, Puke.

In which once you met your soulmates you have their handprints tattooed onto yourself.

The night that you had met your soulmates (yeah there was apparently two of them), you hadn’t even wanted to go out.

Your friends had actually brought you to the club, mostly because you hadn’t wanted to celebrate your birthday, meanwhile that seemed all they wanted to do.

There were many reasons why you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday, one of which was the fact that that year had been less than pleasant and you had waited with much patience the end of it, to try to tiptoe attentively in the following one, without making so much fuss and continuing with your ordinary life.

The fact that most of your girlfriends were actually all matched up together didn’t help in the slightest.

You had thought that it would be a cute girls-night, but you had bene gravely mistaken by discovering that they had all brought their boyfriends, making the entire night already quite infernal.

And you wouldn’t have been able to survive it, without the help of alcohol.

So much alcohol.

That’s why you had approached the bartender quite quickly, the man smirking at you with some kind of gentleness that got you definitely very interested in trying out all the drinks he was missing up, and you were having quite a bit of fun, when his turn seemed to finish.

And he got substituted by an even more handsome bartender, although he had more a disgruntled look than the kind smirk the previous one had offered you.

But this time you knew a name: Ivar.

‘… cutting my time when I am with a beautiful lady, brother?’ had told him the brown-haired beauty at the bar ‘… want her all for yourself?’.

And with the way electricity snapped in Ivar’s eyes, you would have preferred to be the one having him all for yourself.

The gin tonic was definitely making its way in your veins.

‘Fuck off, Hvitserk, you have a fucking girlfriend at home!’.

Well, that explained why the bartender’s, Hvitserk’s, flirtations had come so softly, and in a more playful way that definitely didn’t entail any intention to bring you back home.

And as you met his eyes, he simply shrugged his shoulders with a sly smirk, as if he held himself faultless to your thinking, and lightly mouthed ‘I leave you in good hands’.

In fact, Ivar’s cocktails were better than you had expected.

But he wasn’t as talkative as his brother.

The conversation was one-sided, but certainly his eyes seemed to enjoy your body as they slithered with a bit of shame onto your mini-dress and it made you feel as if he could somehow push his own electricity in his glacial stare, making you shook lightly underneath it.

It was like electricity was running onto your skin.

And you enjoyed it.

For the first time that night you were glad to have agreed to come out with your friends.

You were halfway through reaching for another shot, probably the fifth in the span of an hour.

And then Ivar gently but steadily grabbed onto your wrist, to stop you.

And for a man that could be quite intimidating due to his impressive stance, he certainly had quite a lot of gentleness in the way he hold your wrist attentively, almost worried that he might break it, but his strength was definitely there as he shot you a look.

‘I don’t need a babysitter’.

You hadn’t wanted to be in there, first of all.

So, you could a few bad calls.

‘Understandable’ his fingers onto his wrist definitely didn’t retreat themselves as he fixed his electrical eyes onto you ‘… but then I do think that you should stop with all this shitty stuff and just let me pop something nice and expensive for you, princess’.

Well, you hadn’t expected that certainly.

‘… oh, yeah… thank you’ please do cover up this horrible moment ‘… I’ll need to… I’ll go to the toilette…’.

He looked delighted of having taken her ability to properly talk.

And fuck if she felt his gaze following her attentively.

And you tried to find the toilette, without focusing on the fact that the hot bartender had just hit on you.

So, you obviously didn’t look where you were walking.

And walked right into a handsome body.

Taller than her and slim in an androgynous way.

So, it wasn’t such a surprise to see that such a nice body matched such a nice face.

And that his gaze, lightly green in a way that was damnably hypnotic, turned quickly from displeasure into the semblance of a smirk.

He helped you up to your feet, without a word being said, as you apologized profusely.

Ivar’s gaze onto your back burned even more.

‘Sorry…’ it was all you could mumbled to finish your apology discourse, trying not to slur and slob onto him, since you definitely were salivating at the sight of the elegant way his forearm was shown by the soft white shirt he was wearing.

Designer, definitely.

‘… I’ll make an exception since you are a pretty girl’.

Here goes, her legs, they were jello.

And somehow his hand was still onto the small of your back.

‘Thank… thank you’.

‘Want to come up to the VIP section with me, gorgeous?’.

It didn’t seem a question.

And you honestly didn’t know what you should have done.

A hot bartender with the prettiest eyes had invited you to join him for a few drinks.

And then this hot stranger with that hypnotic smirk had asked you to go to the VIP section with him.

Well, 2021 had certainly its perks.

And your friends weren’t certainly among them.

‘(Y/N), c’mon!’ your friend joined by your side, stealing you effectively away from the handsome stranger, who tried to catch your attention, but once your friend effectively puked onto you, you were aware that you wouldn’t have had a chance anymore ‘… sorry… I think I drank too much’.

So, obviously, the one night you were living your YA fantasy, you got back home with puke onto your clothes.

That night, you had been too busy effectively dealing with the puke and your own terrible hangover to notice effectively that you had suddenly gained two new beauty marks.

Onto the small of your back and your own wrist.

Shaped like hands.

The sign of your soulmates.

Well, shit.

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‘Cute girl, too bad for her friends’ commented Roman, as Ivar polished the barstool, as an evident signal to his best friend ‘to get the fuck away’ ‘Maybe we’ll get more lucky next time’.

‘… I’ll get lucky, next time’.

‘Dream on, pretty boy’.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, SWEETIE!

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[bonniebird]

Roman x Reader x Ivar

Requested by @walkxthexmoon

28,000 follower celebration

Roman had been glaring at Ivar over his book. He knew Ivar had slowly been tuning the sound of the tv up just to wind him up but he didn’t want to give Ivar the satisfaction of knowing he noticed.

The sound of your car pulling up and you rushing to the door eased the tension in the room. “I got a date! I got a date! I got a date!” you cheered as you came into the Room. Roman’s glare turned more sour while Ivar flashed you a grin that hid the dark flicker in his eyes. “He asked me out!”

“Who did?” Ivar asked as he cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes.

“You know. The cute guy that comes into my work. We’re going on a date tonight.” you said as Ivar reached out to pull you onto the couch he’d been laying on. His hand rested on your waist as he looked across the room at Roman whose eyebrows had raised.

“Where is he taking you?” Roman asked. Trying to sound curious but coming off biting and cold.

“Oh somewhere in town. I’m meeting him by the park. He has a huge surprise.” You smiled happily, glancing from Roman to Ivar who grinned again. “I’m going to go get ready.”

They watched you run off upstairs before looking at each other.

“We’re not going to let this go on are we?” Ivar asked Roman who rolled his eyes.

“Of course not. I’ll go talk to the guy. You go with her to be dropped off. Make up something about being in town tonight. I’ll get him to stand her up and we can save the day.” Roman said quickly. Ivar hummed as if he wasn’t sure it would work before agreeing to go through with it. 

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[bonniebird]

Roman x Reader x Ivar

Requested by @walkxthexmoon

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“So why can’t you hang out with me and Peter?” Roman asked as he walked in step with you. When he glanced at you he saw you looked a bit nervous and frowned.

“Oh you know. To an adult party.” You muttered awkwardly.

“Adult parties? I believe they’re called orgies.” Roman said with a sly smirk as you stopped and looked at him with an unamused smile. “Ivar Lothbrok invited me out for a fancy dinner with his brothers and some of their friends. I said that I would go.”

“You did?”

“Yup, I said I would go, well in advance to you and Peter asking me to sit at home and do nothing with you two.”

Roman didn’t say anything more about the dinner for the rest of the day. Not even when he dropped you off at your house so you could change. Ivar greeted you as he knocked on your door. “We’re getting a lift with Hvitserk. The restaurant isn’t far.” He said with a smile.

The car ride was short and it seemed that the Lothbroks owned a small car park in the centre of town so it took no time to reach the restaurant.

“It’s pretty empty tonight.” Ivar said as Ubbe went up to find what table had been reserved.

“Oh yes! Someone book out every free table in the restaurant tonight.” Your server said as she led you all to a large table. A you passed one of the central tables you spotted Roman who raised his glass and smirked at you. Peter was sat opposite him and gave you a sheepish wave, clearly not fully on board with Roman’s plan.

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[hecohansen31]

Requested by @walkxthexmoon​​

“ My last one i promise. Could you please write number 44+46 from the smut list with both our men Roman and ivar pretty please?”

(A/N): Bear with me guys,

I didn’t only pubblish the wrong ask, but guess what... TUMBLR DIDN’T SHOW IT UP IN MY TAGS (which is funny because like yesterday it DID SHOW UP IN MY TAGS... what the actual fuck Tumblr) (this is the main reason why I am honestly closing my asks, I can’t... I can’t do this shit anymore).

WARNIGS: Swinger Party, Pubblic Sex,  Mention of Teasing and DDLG Relationships.

When your lovers had suggested the party you hadn’t thought much of it.

Your naïve and innocent self certainly not realizing that what they had truly meant was that it was a ‘swinger party’, till a few days into after their proposal, when lavish pieces of lingerie had started being brought to your doorstep, with the order of wearing them on Saturday night.

And finally your innocent brain finally managed to realize what you had gotten yourself into.

But it excited you, since although you knew how possessive those two could be, you had always been curious about the feeling of somebody else’s eyes on your skin, meanwhile you did the dirty.

And the way the boys had worshipped you thoroughly the whole time with gifts and soft messages had only ignited the flames between your legs and when they came to take you out that night, in their elegant suits you were already wet, a small surprise hidden between your legs for them.

“… are you ready?” asked softly Ivar, as he moved to come and get your coat from your hands, adjusting it open on your shoulders, draping it elegantly, as he knew all too well about the breezy air outside, but certainly he enjoyed the sight of your elegant dress

Roman’s wolf whistled at you as you bowed softly your head, meanwhile he put a protective hand on your waist, eventually getting something out of his back, a little reddish mask, resembling a firebird, since you weren’t supposed to be recognized, although everybody surely knew who was who, under their masks.

But they knew better than to speak out.

“… here is your invite, miss” joked Roman, then proceeding to adjust the mask over your face, attentive at not tightening it too much to ruin your hairstyle, meanwhile Ivar adjusted his, a black wolf-shaped one with silver inserts that brought attention to his elegant face

Roman then did the same with his, slightly resembling a reptile, the accent this time having small details of gold that were probably not simply glittering dust, but pure gold.

“Are we all ready?” you said, as you slipped inside the private car, the driver immediately knowing to roll on the partition.

“Are you, little fox?” spoke softly Roman, as he moved close enough to swing an arm over your shoulder, whispering straight up in your ears.

He lightly followed the cold trail of your pendant earrings, making goosebumps appear on your neck, meanwhile Ivar’s wandering hand palmed you roughly over the fabric of your dress, making you smirk at his eagerness.

“Do you remember the rules?” asked instead Ivar, as he pointed out every passing minute with his hand raising higher over your knee, eventually getting closer to where you wanted him.

“Of course, sir” you addressed him, exposing your glittering diamond necklace, a combined gift of Roman and Ivar and some kind of elegant alternative for a collar, since they both thought they were all quite tacky, even more to show off at galas.

Their pets deserved better than rubber and spikes.

And you never forgot to wear it on special occasions.

And thank them for it.

“Then repeat them, little girl…” muttered Roman, as his cold fingers lightly dipped further down, till they were right on top of your cleavage “… for your daddies”.

“First of all, whenever I am uncomfortable I just have to tell the special world” you muttered, a bit annoyed but knowing all too well that they were doing this to make sure that you knew that you could back out at any given time and behaved yourself in a way that wouldn’t have put you at risk.

“… which is?” teased you Ivar, his hand finally slipping under the fabric of your sheer dress.

“… ‘Emma’ “ your favorite Jane Austen book, since it had been the first thing that had ever come up in your mind, feeling both familiar and both something that couldn’t be mistaken.

“Go on, little one” pushed you forward Roman, as his fingers entered your dress, gently moving down the valley of your chest.

“… and then I don’t have to speak unless my daddies allow me to” Ivar’s hand was quite distracting on your thigh, but you didn’t let it ruin your focus “… don’t let others touch you, unless your daddies allow you to”.

“The final one, now” ordered almost growling Roman, as his lips finally touched your cheeks, such a chaste gesture that utterly contrasted with the sinful way they were bullying your body in a relaxed seduction “… you are doing so amazingly good, baby”.

“Even if daddies allow me to have…” your headstate made you blush lightly at the words that escaped your lips, although you shamelessly moved to thrust into their movements, Ivar’s hand finally reaching the surprise you had prepared for both of them “… sex with others, they are the only ones I’ll go back with tonight”.

And then Ivar’s hands brushed against your completely naked folds, and although you moaned in pure satisfaction, Ivar’s eyes shone at first with delight and then annoyed satisfaction in them and he shot a quick look at Roman stopping from properly taking one of your breasts in his big hands.

“… what has the little minx done, now?” asked Roman tightly, knowing all too well what that look from Ivar truly meant.

“She didn’t wear her panties” commented Ivar, as his hands, caressed gently your folds, before he soundly slapped them, making you feel thoroughly surprised and you squealed loudly, almost in protest, stopped by Roman tightly wrapping his hand around your face to block you “… I wonder if she just forgot, or if she is simply a whore”.

“Definitely the second” commented loudly Roman, lightly loosening the grip on your face, enough for you to protest loudly.

“… I am not a whore, daddy!” it was loud enough that it earned another slap and again Roman’s hands tightly brought you to face his rageful eyes again, as Ivar enjoyed prying his hand away from you, knowing that the worst torture for you would be being held between the height of pleasure and the nothingness of teasing.

“No, you fucking are” retorted Roman, without the need to raise his voice "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into”

"Why don't you show me then?" you retorted, knowing that teasing them, being a brat was part of their favorite play, but soon you were turned to Ivar, Roman letting you go completely, as you already felt pain at the loss of his touch.

“… if you keep up this rude attitude, we’ll turn around and punish you at home” explained loudly Ivar, his severe blue eyes shocking you and you immediately shook your head, not wanting the fun to end up quickly.

“No please, daddies!” you pleaded desperately at first facing Ivar and then Roman as they slouched off on their seats, enjoying your cries and pleads, your silly excuses and the pretty way you looked “… I swear I didn’t… I am a silly girl… I just wanted to play…”.

“We all agree on the fact that you are indeed a silly girl…” commented Ivar.

“… and just because of that, and if you promise not to be a brat, we’ll allow a bit more of playing” finished Roman, leaning down for a soft kiss, to reassure you, hating to see you in tears, although you were always so pretty and adorable.

“… oh, thank you! Thank you, daddy!” you immediately throwed your hands around Roman’s body, making him smirk softly, meanwhile Ivar complained loudly about not receiving an hug, and you rushed to give him one “… to you both”.

The rest of the car ride was silent, spent in a giggly silence, as both your daddies took turns telling you silly thoughts and crazy ideas, and most importantly letting you know how much you’d enjoy everything.

‘Have you brought any other girls, there, before me?’ you asked, a bit jealous, as they both teased you for it, but answered negatively.

‘… do you think that girls even followed after Roman?’ teased him Ivar, as he moved to lower lightly one of the thin straps of your dress, to kiss the soft skin there.

‘Talk for yourself, Boneless’ shot back Roman as they faked a fight, solely for you to break them apart to get you to giggle loudly at them being extra.

But soon you were to the place, a rather antique villa, still anonymous enough that you were surprised the purpose for which it was used, but loved the whole aesthetic, and the insides were even better, completely matching a royal castle with marble colons and golden details.

A few guests were already around in the main room, ‘the one for chatting’, explained your daddies, but on the first floor, surrounded by a circular intern balcony there were private rooms and communal rooms, the keys to two being handed to you as you checked in.

The clerk who took your coats, shot you a quick look, his lips quirked up in a knowing look and you blushed, more than glad to hide your blushy face in Ivar’s chest.

His hands coming around you to shield you and protect you.

Since you were gaining quite the attention, from your entrance.

‘… do they have to look at her like that?’ mumbled annoyedly Ivar, meanwhile Roman chuckled, kissing softly your forehead, to stake his claim ‘… fuck, we know she is a pretty thing, but she is ours’.

The world ‘ours’ echoed in your stomach as you could feel the butterflies literally moving in your stomach.

“Don’t be grumpy, Ivar” reprimanded him Roman, as he gripped one of your hand in his, leading you through the crowd of people, the gazes being the only thing that set on your body, at least till you reached half of length of the room…

… and then the ‘come on’s started.

A couple, a beautiful black woman and a younger white man, tried it first.

The woman immediately went to kiss your cheeks something that made you blush as you checked in with your daddies, their angry gaze being on the girl and not on you.

‘… interested into discovering something else?’ she asked you, meanwhile the beautiful man with her, looked at both Roman and Ivar adoringly, making you huff lightly.

‘Sorry’ had retorted Ivar, keeping his most elegant tone, although you could feel he was straining against the rude opinion he was about to give ‘We are still browsing’.

And the woman backed off, although she commented ‘what a shame’ and you sent her a small smirk, blowing her a kiss, as she laughed loudly, moving forward with her boy to whom you showed your tongue.

Both Ivar and Roman laughed at that.

You had different people coming at you, but eventually you decided to simply settle up for a communal room, since you felt a bit too attached to both of your daddies, not fully wanting to share them yet.

And neither they.

And in the end, you moved to the communal room you had been assigned to, holding Roman’s and Ivar’s usual guests, the one they felt more comfortable with.

And before you went in, they both reminded you that you had to just what you felt comfortable with, alongside just having to say that word in case you wanted to move away.

‘You say the word and no matter what, no matter who…’ explained softly Ivar ‘… we go back home and watch Netflix with a huge amount of ice cream’.

‘… you have been already an amazing girl’ added Roman ‘… even if you aren’t wearing panties, little slut’.

You giggled at his comment, but nodded at their sweet worries, glad to have such professional doms, that loved you and cherished you.

As if you were their most important belonging.

Inside the room the situation hadn’t started boiling up, yet, the center of the circle, the part where all the toys were displayed alongside with a big bed, was already full of people touching each other.

Two couples for instance stood out, two males touching each other eagerly as two girls, who looked like their girls, exchanged a bit of champagne.

A flute of it was soon in your hand, as you looked around, finding another three couples doing the same, and you couldn’t help but look attentively at the women, comparing yourself with them, till a blonde one, that you had been worried from the start, came at you, and before you even knew what to do, she kissed you on your lips.

She giggled as you pushed away lightly from the kiss, nervously matching her laugh, as both Roman and Ivar sent her a reprimanding look, but the girl certainly didn’t back off, and you had to admit that you hadn’t completely hated the kiss.

It had just been a bit too sudden.

And you didn’t even know her name.

Although you were sure she wouldn’t have given you her true one.

Had you been asked, Roman and Ivar had instructed you to answer with ‘Catherina Morland’, as the main character of ‘Northanger Abbey’.

“Mor” reprimanded her teasingly Roman “… she is new, don’t scare her”.

“I can’t believe that you kept this little jewel to yourself all this time” muttered heavily the blonde woman, completely ignoring Ivar’s murderous gaze “… will she join us or is she only here to look?”.

“It depends” muttered Roman, being the more polite one “… she chooses”.

“Then, sweetheart…” and now Mor’s light gaze was set on you, as she took your hands in hers, almost as if you were nothing but a couple of besties “… I do hope you’ll choose to act, because you are too pretty to stand on the sidelines”.

Mor’s flirtatious nature had certainly dissipated the nervousness in your head, although you knew that both your lovers had decided that they’ll act in only if you allowed them, giving you the same power over them that you gave them over him).

“… I’ll think about it” you promised, and Mor left you with a lascivious look, her body swaying to the bed, where the two men were slowly undressing themselves and both the women were topless, touching and teasing each other, through brushing their perky nipples together.

Their moans were so pretty that your arousal could accompany the atmosphere around the room.

And soon you were red-cheeked but not for the warmth or embarrass.

But because you wanted some relief.

And Roman and Ivar were more than happy to comply it.

And soon Roman’s hands were the ones teasing your tight hole, meanwhile Ivar’s hands lightly pushed down the upper part of your dress showing him your naked nipples, as he took one immediately in his mouth, the sudden gestures, making you moan out loud and soon you felt everybody’s eyes on you.

And a strange kind of shyness settled on you.

But it did not make you stop.

"They're gonna hear us” it was your last attempt at resistance.

"Then I guess you better be quiet” they both uttered at the same time making a shiver go down your spine and as Mor’s light gaze moved on you, you didn’t deflect it.

You just held it.

And smiled.

You were definitely enjoying all the attention.

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Study Budy

Ivar x Reader / Roman x Reader

Requested by @walkxthexmoon​

“Well if you two wont pay attention I’ll assign you a study buddy… (Y/N), you’re up to date with the work. You can help Mr Godfrey and Mr Ragnarsson study.” As your teacher finished speaking to you, slowly, you looked up from your book.

“Sir? You want me to tutor them?” You asked hopelessly. You could see the pair of them grinning at each other. 

“Yes Miss (Y/L/N)! You can assist them in the library. The study club is tonight.” The teacher sighed. Trying to avoid the stares of all your classmates you nodded and went back to your work. When the class had finished, you tried to rush away before either of them could talk to you. “You know we don’t need to study.” A snipe voice said as you stepped round the corner and almost collided with Roman Godfrey.

“He’s right.” Turning you saw Ivar stood behind you, leaning on his crutches as he observed you.

“You’re kidding! You have to study. How else would you pass?”

“My mother would just donate some more to the college.” Roman said with an offhanded tone.

“Mine too. It is important I can get a well paying job.” Ivar added and smirked when you moved away from them, fixing them with doubtful looks.

“Isn’t it more important to know things?”

“Why, we can just pay for what we want?” Roman said with a snicker.

“You wont keep that high paying job if you can’t do any of the work.” You pointed out. When they started laughing at you, you groaned under your breath, turning on your heels as you snapped out the time the study club started and rushed off.

Studying with Roman and Ivar wasn't exactly easy. They turned up twenty minutes before the study club was over. It took another five to finally convince them to calm down and sit with you.

“Bet I can flick this into the bin from here.” Roman said to Ivar with a laugh as he screwed up the edge of his paper into a ball.

“Go on.” Ivar egged him on.

“Will you two please concentrate. We don’t have enough time!” You complained. “We listened to you banging on about the answers! What more do you want!” Ivar said with a fau exasperated sigh.

“If you two don’t know anything, I’ll be blamed for not tutoring you properly!” You exclaimed. They shared a look before glancing at you then back at each other.

“Should we pay attention?”

“The expectation the tutor has of us is low. I guess if we knew a little he’d be impressed.” Ivar answered quickly.

“She’d probably stop whining if we did pay attention, a little.” Roman summarised. They both nodded and looked at you.

“We’ll pay attention for now.” Ivar informed you.

“That’s great. Lets see what you can learn in eight minutes.” You grumbled out as you slammed your notebook down on the table and glared at them both.

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[hecohansen31]

Give You All You Need

Ivar The Boneless x Reader x Roman Godfrey (Modern AU)

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies,

This is a small thing that I have written for @walkxthexmoon​, who has been having a few rough days lately and I hope that the comfort of our two big idiots might make you feel a bit better!

I am always here if you need everything, don’t you forget!

Have a lovely reading!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sadness, People Being Idiots.

Ivar looked at Roman who had been typing on his computer for quite some time, without truly looking at what he was writing, a situation that had been going on for an hour and didn’t seem to cease itself.

And it was making him pretty nervous.

But he didn’t want to blow up with either you or Roman, since you weren’t in the mood to tolerate one of his temper tantrums, and Roman didn’t have any fault.

So, he didn’t want to sink his own ally, when for once he hadn’t any truly involvement in your sadness.

He wished he could carry it on his shoulders, take it onto himself and turn it into pain, something that he could stand, something that he had learned to live with.

But he couldn’t.

And neither Roman could.

That was the reason behind his hasty gestures on the computer, and Ivar had to just wait till he finally realized that no amount of screaming and screeching virtually at his workers would have solved your situation.

Nothing could.

Except patience and love.

And although they had a lot of the latter, the former was certainly missing with your two hotheads.

So, they must learn it.

The hard way.

Although it was a constant torture.

And it was driving both your males mad.

Although they liked to pretend they were the ‘big bad wolves’, they weren’t able to deny you much, acting as soft rabbits near you, constantly taking care of you in the best way they could.

But right now, the best way was to let you take your time.

Although it was hard,

Because they felt this need to be with you.

Physically close.

But you hadn’t felt like being that close to them, and although they respected her, they missed you, physically and mentally.

The distance you had created for your own health, deteriorating theirs, as they saw that you still cried yourself to sleep.

And they felt this desperate desire, almost a primal need, to help you.

“… fuck” breathed out Roman, before he punched the table, surprising also Ivar who had been stalking attentively every move of his “… fucking sheet!”.

“Lower your tone” it was an order, but it missed its usual snarky characteristic.

Ivar’s tone was downright serious, and even Roman held back the growl in the back of his throat, knowing quite well that although you were distant worlds apart, you could still hear them.

“I just…” Roman put his hands in his hair, pulling on them, almost as if he wanted to rip them off, unable to unleash his violence on anything else than himself.

Ivar had even thought about a small sparing session, but both of them didn’t want to abandon the house and a fight with them in it wouldn’t have solely made much noise but it would have also probably broken some things they didn’t want to replace.

Because they gave you comfort.

And you needed it, in this moment.

“… wish we could do something for her?” Ivar’s face held a small smirk, sad enough to explain how much that thought had plagued his mind “… you have heard her. We can simply give her space and wait…”.

‘And hope’ he wanted to add, but that thing was something that solely you owned.

And that was something you could solely find for yourself.

“It is just…” Roman lowered his voice, scared you might hear him “… she is the one locked inside, but I feel like the beast in the cage”.

“Do you think that I don’t feel the exact same?” Ivar hadn’t meant to be that irritable, but he had his own emotions to deal with “… I know it is hard… I would give everything to simply have her back in my arms… but she doesn’t need that”.

“Maybe she does…” commented Roman, with a skeptic look at his lover “… she just doesn’t know how to ask us…”.

And then the door to your room slammed open and they both shut their mouths, settling themselves to almost clash against each other, as they tried to set themselves up in comfortable position, although they both ached to see you and feel you again.

And not even in a sexual way.

They saw you immediately appearing as a ghost, covered by your blanket, almost as if you were haunting your own grounds and they quickly waited expectantly, seeing your feet clatter on the ground towards the kitchen.

Eating being the only reason why you’d leave your room.

And they tried to avoid moving themselves, as Roman clutched tight his fists, meanwhile Ivar bit tightly his lips.

But this time… you didn’t straight up go to the kitchen, but you appeared in the dining room, where they were both standing, trying to appear like they hadn’t all their attention focused on you.

They also avoided to look at you, not wanting to overwhelm your mental state, but you quickly called out their attention to you, with a light mumble and both the men were surprised to find out you had showered and although your eyes were red you didn’t seem to have cried lately.

But this didn’t mean you had stopped suffering.

“… can we… can we have take-out, tonight?” it was a normal question, almost as if you had gone back to normal and Ivar was thankful when Roman nodded for him, before busying himself with the phone, as you stood still, in the middle of the floor.

Your hands tightened your grip on the blankets around your body, trembling lightly and Ivar tried to take a step forward, unsure of how to treat you, almost as if you were stuck in a limbo.

“… do you have any preference?” mumbled Roman, shifting his head to focus his attention on a few different papers of restaurants.

“Ahem… anything light… not Mexican definitely” it was a bad attempt to sarcasm, but it was still a small attempt at humor, something that definitely seemed more forced than natural.

But Ivar didn’t say anything about it.

He simply nodded, as he suggested something to Roman, a slight nod from you was all it took you, meanwhile Roman moved to search the suggested restaurant, moving to another room to call.

“Do you prefer to eat on the sofa or in the kitchen?” asked Ivar, also trying to busy himself, but your eyes suddenly were on him, so tight and attracting that he felt like he had just to come closer and before he knew it, himself… she was in front of him.

“… can you just hug me?” you asked, almost as if you didn’t expect him to do that, a tight half-smile on your face as he looked at you shocked, taken aback enough that you must have thought he was rejecting you, backing away with a mumble of apology, but…

… but he just tightened his body around you in a full-on body hug, feeling the tremble calm itself underneath him, as you breathed out in relief, and gently, your hands mapped out the body you had been denying yourself for so long, feeling again the taunt muscle of Ivar’s large torso, as the man tried to keep himself stable on his calibers.

“Oh, yeah… just start whatever you were doing without me…” commented loudly Roman, as he appeared on the threshold again, although he didn’t have any kind of grimace on his face and was looking at you both with attentive eyes, wondering what he should have done.

And then you held out your arm to him, welcoming him in the hug, in which he sprinted, hugging you even tighter, as he gently kissed your forehead.

And in that moment silent tears started again.

And they welcomed them softly, letting you take all the time you needed.

No matter what, they’d be there for you.

No matter how much it took.

“… we are here, sweet one” Roman muttered softly, as they gently loosened the hug to allow her to feel more comfortable “… and we know that you might need some time, but we are here for you, no matter what”.

You sobbed softly, but eventually looked up to them, both, before softly kissing the lips of both, as you thanked them wordlessly for their support, because you knew, that they indeed…

… were there for you.

No matter what.

And you loved them from the bottom of your heart for that.

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[hecohansen31]

I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted.” I need this with Ivar and Roman pretty please 😩😩😩

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

I just wanted you to know that you opened the Pandora’s box with this ask.

I have to admit that sadly I didn’t make it longer, because I didn’t know if you would have liked it, but… I lpved working in it!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex, Alcohol Consumption, Daddy Kink, Role Reversal, Poly-Relationship.

Roman’s big hands blindfolded you as he led you to your shared bedroom, making you giggle.

You were already tipsy on the sparkling wine you had downed during your romantic dinner, not truly understanding why your men had wanted to do this special night.

You had been pushed in your best dress and then dragged in the dining room to eat properly your favorite meals, as you sat onto their laps and they fed you in what looked like a dream come true, an amazing way to soothe your tiredness, of the latest days.

And you had been aching the entire night for the end of it all, just wanting nothing more than to end up between their imposing bodies, as they worshipped you and fucked the tiredness away from your body.

But apparently, they had decided to spice it up.

As Ivar excused himself to use the toilette, Roman distracted you with sly touches and smart talking, getting you definitely heated.

He teased your lips with his soft ones, as you heard some pretty curious noises from your shared bedroom.

You lightly distracted yourself from the kisses, before Roman’s hand came onto your thigh, effectively making you focus on him.

And now you were being held by Roman, as he guided you, making you sway against his semi-hard on in his pants and you giggled and tried to escape his grip.

But he kept it tight and lightly opened the door of the bedroom for you, letting you step inside, as he groped your ass through the skintight dress and you squealed lightly.

You had been expecting there to find Ivar waiting for you, but not that.

What you hadn’t expected was a naked and bound to the headboard with fuzzy handcuffs (too little for his hands) and you couldn’t help but lightly Ivar, who just avoided your gaze, and you shot a confused look to Roman, who was also holding back a laugh, but managed to speak up.

“He lost a bet” Roman commented, as Ivar shot him a rageful gaze.

“… he fucking cheated!” Ivar fought against the handcuffs “… I know it!”.

“And yet you are the one all ‘bondaged’ up”

“Fuck you! After it is your turn”.

“Guys!” you screamed, grabbing their attention effectively, as they both turned to you “… no that I am not enjoying the sight of Ivar’s sculpted abs, but what the actual fuck is going on”.

“I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted” explained Roman, as he softly leaned down onto your ear and there, he kissed it softly, before biting it, effectively making you moan out loud.

Ivar simply looked at you, definitely aching to touch you “… the one about… taking control”.

Your eyes gleamed with interest as you realized what he truly meant.

An intoxicated whisper you had left in his ear, after a particular harsh night with the two, mumbling about how ‘you’d be more suited to be the dom than them’.

And although back then it had been a brattish reply, you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight and ideas forming in your mind, as you turned to Roman, a last question gleaming in your eyes, meanwhile you hastily pushed the dress over your head, in a rush to make the game start soon.

Definitely before Ivar broke the handcuff, since he kept on tugging at them, wanting to touch you and help you.

And you simply sent a small look to Roman, who had settled down on a small chair in front of the bed to be able to properly look at the bedroom.

You then voiced your curiosity.

“What will you do, meanwhile we play, daddy?”.

He simply smirked, as he adjusted one leg over the other.

“I’ll just watch, little girl”.

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Now i finally come to our favorite duo😍 so could you please write number 98 with Ivar and Roman? Its your decision which gender, how many kids and if they are theirs or if they are stepdads to them

WARNINGS: Overprotective! Fathers/Estabilished Poly-Relationship

You had been trying to enjoy this spring barbecue you had been invited to, by your neighbors.

You had been talking with a fellow mother, your chatty neighbor Eileen, who was simply sweetening up the fact that she wanted to ask who was truly the father of your children, since you hadn’t made clear the relationship between you two lovers.

Although you all wore a wedding band on your fingers.

She had just been blabbering all the kind of various stuff, but she looked as nervous as anybody who you had met that was curious to know whether you were screwing one or both.

But that was none of her business.

Still, it was nice to talk with somebody who wouldn’t answer you in babbles.

Hence you were honestly annoyed when Roman’s big hands gently pushed themselves on your waist in the typical ‘I-need-you-for-a-private-moment’ pose.

You turned to stare in those pretty light eyes, meanwhile you sent Ivar a quick look, assuring yourself he was checking out the kids, as he talked with the other men at the small garden party, working the barbecue set.

He just nodded back, shouting at the twins to continue on playing hide-and-seek, meanwhile their sister seemed focused on playing with other children on the small sandy playground, getting her pretty dress all messy.

She certainly got both Roman’s attitude, but also Ivar’s ruthlessness with her clothes.

Sometimes you questioned whether you had been blessed with three boys, instead of two.

After having checked everything, you excused yourself from Eileen, as she shot you a surprised look, but you then moved away with Roman to a more secluded area, expecting your lover to either want some attention or a swift quickie.

But you were surprised as he instead kept his eyes on the playground where Matilda, your precious daughter, was playing with other children.

“… don’t you think that that boy is too close to our daughter?” he hissed out, eyeing a dark-haired boy, who was helping Matilda with her sandcastle, nothing too much, hadn’t the children had their hands entwined.

Something that you found cute and adorable.

“They are children” you simply commented, but the worry on Roman’s face didn’t seem to be eased off so easily “… Roman I am sure that he is probably holding her hand simply because he saw his parents doing it! Don’t you remember when Eric thought it was fine to slap other girls’ butts, because he saw you doing it to me? It isn’t anything”.

“I don’t trust that boy” he still pouted, as it always happened when he didn’t get his way “… he is… a boy… a male and I know what goes through the male mind very well”.

“… he is three” you tried to remind him, as you gently gripped tight on his shoulders, to make him look at you in the eyes.

“And my daughter is too” he replied, now definitely on the verge of a rage attack and you were glad when Ivar walked over to you, both, worried about what might make Roman act out that way.

“The children?” you asked because you hadn’t the twins under your gaze, and those two together were a force to be reckoned with.

And Ivar was low key proud of it.

“With Eileen” he answered immediately “… I do think that she is trying to get them to tell her who between us is the father”.

You giggled lightly but were brought back when Roman spoke up.

“I don’t want that punkster near my daughter” he repeated, and Ivar quickly followed his gaze to Matilda, who, although, was biologically Roman’s, was Ivar’s ‘little princess’.

But he was the more rational of the two, so you expected him to back you up.

But it didn’t work.

“… I agree with Roman” he insisted, allying with Roman as you annoyedly gave them both an eye-roll.

“It is just an innocent interaction between two children!” you tried to reign them in “… it isn’t anything in any way sexual as you both have to make it be”.

“I just…” started Roman, again that adorable pout gracing his features.

“… want to protect her” finished Ivar, giving you a sincere look, that made your heart swell at the beautiful scene and commitment of your lovers, towards their children, something which had been quite difficult to obtain, mostly at the start.

“Why is it that the only time you agree on something is being ‘idiotic overprotective males’?” you huffed out, annoyed “… nothing is going to happen, just enjoy the party and have a nice day”.

“… alright” mumbled unconvinced Roman, but he looked certainly satisfied by the fact that now Ivar had joined him in his club ‘our-daughter-will-never-date’.

You did pity poor Matilda.

Even more when you saw Ivar and Roman, in all seriousness approach her small ‘boyfriend’ and go.

“What are your intentions for my daughter?”

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