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|Tokyo rev characters reacting to you wearing their clothes/ gang uniform|

Characters: Draken, Mikey, Chifuyu, Mitsuya.

A/N: I’m sorry if these are a bit ooc, I’ve just begun writing for this fandom lmao.

Warnings: a bit suggestive, implied manga character traits, otherwise it’s just pure fluff.

Draken:

↣ You love Draken’s closet cause of how comfy his clothes are and how they are pretty much always too big for you so you feel hella cozy.

↣ He furrows his eyebrows at you in annoyance when you appear in his black and white patterned cardigan but he can’t help but stare at you, looking you over for a little too long.

“You okay?” you ask, smiling knowingly

“Of course I’m fine,” he says, clearing his throat, “it’s you that’s the matter, why’re you wearing my clothes?”

You pout, “cause they’re cute.” (～￣▽￣)～

↣ He lends you his clothes more often after seeing how happy you get being snuggled in his oversized shirts and hoodies.

↣ You wore his Toman uniform coat once and he nearly lost it, but tried his best to keep it together as he walked towards you and kissed you softly as he whispered, “I like your outfit today.”

↣ You laugh, posing proudly in your loot from his closet, “You’ll never guess where I got it from.”

↣ He’s never going to admit it, but he loves seeing you looking so delighted wearing his clothes and he takes pictures of you in his clothes when you’re hanging out together.

↣ He gifted you one of his favourite shirts he noticed you wearing more often than other ones and you melted into a puddle, as you jumped at him, hugging him and telling him you loved the gift.

↣ He just rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome, just stop robbing me,” but he was smiling in the cutest way.

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Hello gorgeous! Hope you are doing better you seem more cheerful these days ❤️ So I was thinking, the boys has already been pranked a lot what if this time their s/o tell them they are pregnant and is actually FOR REAL!!! With all the pranked boys please: Kazutora, Ran, Hanma, Mikey, Baji and Draken -if they’re too many you can take out a few is ok- Sending you love and good vibes ✨

Hi!! I'm doing good thanks!!! ❤️ I didn't do Baji cause I didn't feel comfortable writing this for him

texting them "I'm pregnant" (for real this time!!)

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Hey! Could you do a hc for rindou, mikey, and nahoya with a fem! s/o who is really attractive and has a lot of admirers from both genders, if its okay with you ofc! If this request makes you uncomfortable you can ignore!

rindou haitani, sano manjiro [mikey], & nahoya kawata [smiley] with an attractive fem!s/o: headcanons

[𖤐] helloo anon; thank you for requesting!! this was so fluffy to write omg, i think i overindulged in smiley's part jhagsdjkkfg i think i might be down bad for him 👀 aside from that, i hope you enjoy!! <33

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rindou haitani:

✂︎ rindou is the literal definition of overprotective, and when i say overprotective, i don’t the whole, ‘hey, don’t stare at my girl >:(‘, type shit. no, i mean, ‘if you bother my girl one more time i’m going to fuck you up’ type shit. rindou does not play around with this sort of thing, and he’ll have all your admirers quaking in their boots.

✂︎ while he’s very protective of you, it’s in a more quiet way. he won’t immediately go up to somebody who looks at you and tell them to leave, but he’ll just give them the nastiest death glare, and if they approach you, then he’ll just grab your hand and start walking the other way, muttering something about, ‘filthy trash’.

✂︎ just because he prefers to be quiet doesn’t mean that he isn’t willing to beat somebody up if they’re bothering you though. he stays true to what he says, and if somebody keeps bothering you after he warns them, then they’re about to get the beating of a lifetime. he doesn’t tolerate that sort of shit; he absolutely despises whenever somebody tries to get with you when you’re clearly his.

✂︎ rindou might seem like the type who wouldn’t be swayed by looks, and honestly, he really isn’t, but when it comes to you, it’s a completely different story. he would never admit it, but he really is horribly down bad for you.

✂︎ he has a habit of just randomly staring at you, whether the two of you are out on a date or just chilling in his apartment. he’ll immediately look away whenever you notice it, but his eyes just can’t help but to gravitate towards you.

✂︎ he doesn’t find it necessary to keep an arm around you whenever the two of you are out, since everyone in roppongi already knows that you’re his. there are always a few people who still try something with you though, but no matter! rindou will take care of them before you can even tell this person to leave, so don’t worry about it!

✂︎ he finds it troublesome whenever people are staring and whispering at you whenever you walk by at school, so he’ll just swing an arm around your shoulder to let everyone know that you’re his, and nobody should even be laying their eyes upon you in such a way.

✂︎ ran might joking flirt with you just to get his brother mad, and it works every single time. rindou will be immediately showing up to the scene as soon as he hears his brothers flirtatious remarks, no matter how many rooms over he is. you and ran will be sitting on their couch in the living room, and rindou will run from his room on the other side of the apartment, and the two of you can just hear him cursing out ran on the way.

“fuck you ran! what the hell do you think you’re doing you shithead?!”

✂︎ will just admire your beauty in silence, and if asked what he was doing, he will come up with a half-assed excuse and immediately leave so that nobody sees his blush, (he can feel it on his cheeks, and he’s embarrassed about it because nobody can see the rindou haitani flustered).

sano manjiro [mikey]:

✂︎ mikey is literally over you, all of the time. his way of showing that he’s protective over you is by being clingy, so expect for him to be literally glued to your at all times whenever the two of you are together. it’s a hard task to get him off, and an even harder task whenever the two of you have to go your separate ways.

“but (y/n)-chan! what if someone starts looking at you and they ask you out?!”

✂︎ he’s not really worried that you might leave him, but he’s more worried that you won’t know what to do, and even worse, that somebody might get physical with you if you reject their advances.

✂︎ if anybody ever approaches you while you’re out with him, he will immediately just grab your hand and pull you close to him, telling the person that you’re taken and that he would quite appreciate if they would leave so that they two of you can enjoy the rest of your date. he’s not afraid to kick them to the side if they decide to keep bothering you, so just ignore that, yeah?

✂︎ he’ll always just be randomly complimenting you out of nowhere, telling you how pretty you look right now, especially with the way the light seemed to be highlighting all your best features. he just loves to look at you and admire you, so don’t be surprised if you ever look at him and he’s just staring at you with a soft look in his eyes.

✂︎ he’s literally the president of your fanclub. he gathered all of your admirers and literally made an entire club just for you, although it’s been made clear that nobody in the club can actually try to date you because if they do, then they will feel mikey’s wrath. for real though, i bet he’s probably got some custom t-shirts with your name on them, and he’s waiting patiently for a time when he and the rest of the members can wear them.

✂︎ he hates it when people are staring at you in school whenever you’re walking through the hallways, especially since he’s right there. he’ll probably get so fed up with it that he’ll just grab your hand and tell you to ditch school with him so that he doesn’t have to deal with all these people.

✂︎ definitely brags to draken about how pretty and amazing you are, and draken is just on the other end of it just like, ‘can you shut up for a second man? i get you love her, but we’re literally about to fight someone.’.

✂︎ he really enjoys watching you just go about your daily business; it’s never anything much, but he feels like everything looks so much better whenever you’re doing it, even if it’s something that you’re absolutely horrible at.

✂︎ if you ever text him that someone’s bothering you, all you have to do is send him your location and he’ll be there in five minutes flat. he doesn’t play around with that sort of thing, so he’ll be speeding over, and you’ll be able to hear his CB205T revving in the distance. knocks that mf out instantly, and then offers to take you home.

nahoya kawata [smiley]:

✂︎ he’s literally just going to be all over you, all of the time. he’s so down bad for you and isn’t even afraid to admit it. expect for him to always have an arm around your shoulder or his arm linked through yours at all times whenever the two of you are out. when you guys are just chilling at home, he’ll always be coming up from behind you and nuzzling into your neck, tickling you with his hair as he complains about your absence from the couch.

✂︎ he’s always showing you off to literally everybody he knows, even if he’s literally just met them two seconds ago. he’s not afraid to show you off, and he will proudly do it until the end of time because you’re absolutely amazing, and he loves you so much.

✂︎ definitely the type to randomly press kisses to your face and shoulders at any given time, and it doesn’t matter where you guys are, (as long as it isn’t in a toman meeting). he loves to give you all sorts of kisses all the time, so don’t be surprised if he just suddenly attacks you with them in the middle of the street.

✂︎ murmurs compliments and words of love into your ear whenever he sees you; he won’t say them loud enough for anybody to hear, and he thinks it’s so funny whenever you’re left a blushing mess afterwards.

“you look so beautiful right now, i can’t believe you’re not an angel sent down from heaven. gorgeous girl...i love you so much.”

✂︎ nahoya has absolutely no shame in his words, which is why he will just always be throwing these random compliments at you all the time. can you really blame him though? he just can’t believe that he’s with somebody who’s amazing as you are, so he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

✂︎ whenever somebody approaches you to try and ask you out, he’ll always be there, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and asking if they need something. if they’re the bold type and try to force their way in, they’re aboutta get smacked the fuck up by him because he doesn’t tolerate that sort of thing.

✂︎ just threateningly smiles at anybody who stares at you.

✂︎ souya will probably be hearing a lot from his brother about how amazing you are and how lucky he is to have you in his life, and he’ll just be listening like , ‘mhm’ ‘yeah’ ‘she’s very nice, yes’.

✂︎ whenever you get approached by somebody during school, nahoya will suddenly pop up behind you, asking who it is that you’re talking to, and ‘wanna go on a date later, babe?’, just to make it clear that you are, in fact, taken.

✂ he loves to watch you get all dressed up, especially whenever the two of you are going out on a date. it makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the world, and he’ll make sure to let you know how he feels because, ‘wow, you look absolutely stunning.’.

✂︎ whenever he sneaks into your room and slips into your bed for cuddles, he’ll just be looking at you like you’re the entire world, and he’ll tell you so as well; how amazing you look even when it’s dark, how your hair seems to always be looking perfect even when it’s messy, how your eyes are the most radiant things he’s ever seen. he’s never short on compliments when it comes to you.

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HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

mitsuya takashi

SUMMARY; How the Toman family would act when a certain second division captain of theirs has a crush on you.

FORMAT; Headcanons

READER; Female

RELATIONSHIP; Crushing, friends to (possible) lovers, implied future romanticism, fluff, everybody lives nobody dies, Kazutora bby is in here because I want him to

NOTES; I had so much fun writing this I’m gonna cry I love them so much

東京卍會 Toman

Mitsuya didn’t tell them.

There was just, there was just no way he would.

As much as he loved those dorks, no.

But you know, Mitsuya isn’t as slick as he thinks he is. No matter how much mature he is than average boys, he is just a fifteen year old boy who has fallen deep in love with his kouhai, Takemichy’s friend, you.

So naturally, those longing and sparkling stares didn’t go unnoticed by observant gang members.

The boys noticed it when you all were just hanging around together late at night in some abandoned buildings, snacks and drinks scattered as you live your youths.

You were at another side with the girls— Hina, Emma and Yuzuha. Chatting away and laughing your hearts out.

Baji would slap and shove Draken a little too hard, eyes still on Mitsuya sitting across him who stared at your direction and admiring your smile.

“Ah?” Draken would click his tongue at his friend’s violent pushes before following his gaze.

Then everyone stared at their friend in love.

It was when Mitsuya noticed they got a little too quiet that he snap out of his daze and turn to check, finding all eyes on him with shit-eating grins. Some were even wheezing (read: Baji).

It was obvious that they knew, so Mitsuya couldn’t prevent the growing heat in his cheeks, trying to brush things off.

“It’s not what you think–” and the guys are already making mocking sounds and nodding their heads sarcastically. Baji pulling Chifuyu and Kazutora in by the shoulders and mimicking Mitsuya’s words. “iTs nOt wHaT yOU tHiNkKkKk~”

Angry was the only one on Mitsuya’s side and tries to act lowkey so that you wouldn’t catch on.

Surprisingly, they shut up very fast when you and the girls came over and joined back in the circle. Don’t get too naive, though, because some of them still have knowing smiles on their lips and suppressing a laugh while saying hi to you.

Hakkai gets even more awkward around you because holy shit you’re a girl and Taka-chan’s crush what should he do—

Literally everyone would catch on, even Hina, Emma and Yuzuha who just joined in the conversation are already starting to have suspicions. I stand by oblivious dumb reader because I like it okay Leaving only you tilting your head in confusion so adorably.

Mfs start looking away, scratching their heads, hey nice ceiling, whistling and pursing their lips trying hard as fuck to not laugh when you settled down next to Mitsuya, patting your school uniform skirt and innocently asking what’s all the ruckus about.

“Ah, there’s no need to worry. These guys are just being weird. Don’t mind them.” Mitsuya would smile, reassuring you before discreetly changing the topic. Are you doing well in school? Need any help with studies?

As the two of you conversed, Emma, at one point, couldn’t take it anymore so she asked Draken what’s going on with a whisper, to which Draken hesitated to answer because it’s not his place to–

“Mitsuya has a crush on Y/N-chan!” Thankfully, Mikey whispered back instead of outright saying it aloud. Emma’s eyes widened before a cheeky smile stretched on her lips too. “Ooh~ is that so?”

Hina looked over to Takemichi while Yuzuha looked over to Hakkai, silently asking for confirmation, which the two boys nodded sheepishly in response.

So basically it was the whole world who knew about Mitsuya’s crush except for you.

Ok no actually it’s not just you because Pah-chin and Peh-yan exists.

The two didn’t quite catch on to things so Pah was the first who voiced out. “Huh? Mitsuya has a cru—” he was then tackled to the ground and muffled by Nahoya, who later turned to check up on you to see if you heard anything.

Then Peh jumped on them too because who dares to disrespect Pah like that so now Souya is helping his bro out. Draken is whisper shouting at them to cut it out before you–

“Mitsuya-kun has a what?” Your confused voice rings in the night, silencing all of them and making them gulp. “Uh, hello guys?” As they rummage through their brains trying to find an excuse with Mitsuya smiling, internally dying, Kazutora was quick to act.

“Surprisingly, Mitsuya has a crush on this new idol. You heard of her? The one that’s really popular right now.” Boy was SO SMOOTH and said this without a sweat, smiling sweetly at you to conceal the growing awkwardness because of their unusual silence.

As you chirped an ‘oh!’ and proceeds to talk about the rising star with Kazutora, the rest of them breathes a sigh of relieve. Except for Pah and Peh, of course, who are still struggling against the fourth division’s captain and vice captain. They had to be brought to a far side corner and explained by Draken to finally get what was going on.

That is the gist of how and why everything went downhill for Mitsuya for the rest of his life.

Mans will not live it to hear the end.

When you and the girls went to a nearby convenience store to get yourselves more snacks and drinks these mfs literally JUMPED on poor Mitsuya.

Here comes thousands of questions.

When? Why? How long? Why didn’t you tell us, you bastard?

All fun and shii, they don’t really mind if Mitsuya doesn’t tell them because it’s none of their business, they just really like to annoy their friend.

Draken is definitely the kind to trap Mitsuya in a headlock while grinning proudly at his friend.

“Baji-san! Takemichy said that Y/N doesn’t have a partner or a crush, too!” Chifuyu informed his captain, to which the black haired boy grinned at, cooing at Mitsuya. “Heard that?”

Lord help Mitsuya because not only is he suffering from these boys’ stupid teasings but also fearing that one of the girls are gonna slip during your trip to the convenience store and you end up knowing.

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Shave that thing - Jared Leto x Reader

Title: Shave that thing

Pairing: Jared Leto x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine your celebrity crush, Jared Leto, crashing your interview and not being able to stop flirting with you.

A/N: This has been waiting some time now in my PC. It was written after someone - some time ago - asked for a fic based on a recent gif of Jared and now I know it’s not that recent but oh well. This beard thing is gonna haunt us all forever.

“Welcome, welcome Jared!” Ellen said with a big grin as she hugged the man “It’s so great to have you here!”

“Thank you!” he grinned “Thank you, Ellen, it’s always a great pleasure!”

“And what a surprise, wow, did you-” she looked at the audience “Did you guys see that coming? I didn’t! This was sounexpected!”

“You’re such a wonderful actress, Ellen, you deserve an award for this!” you giggled, shaking your head with a blush as she smirked at you. Having your favorite actor crash your interview was one thing but having said favorite actor – celebrity crush crash your interview just as you were gushing about him to Ellen was an entire different one and you were still left in awe and shock to act like a normal human being.

“Oh please, I think I need it, with two Academy Award winners here I feel like I can’t compete with you!” she laughed as you got up to greet the blue-eyed man.

“Fyi, I’m probably the only person in this entire set that didn’t know you’d be here.” you laughed nervously and he gave you a bright smile.

“If it makes you feel any better I didn’t know up until a couple minutes ago whose interview I was crashing.” he shook your hand and for a moment you felt your heart skip a beat.

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Green Euphoria

Joker x Reader x Harley Quinn

Part 3

Part 2 Part 1

Rated M

Words: 3674

Events take place after Suicide Squad.

You stood in the dark room in front of the empty desk, waiting for the boss to arrive. You were soaked; your hair hung loose and the strands clung to your neck and back. Your dress clung to you uncomfortably, and you didn’t even want to know how your makeup looked. Someone wouldn’t have to ask how your mission went, one glance at your appearance would be enough. You were scared, how would the Boss take it? You knew you would be punished, but you didn’t know how or for how long.  As you stood there waiting, a small pool of water formed at your feet from the water dripping off of you.

 Suddenly, the door flung open behind you, causing you to jump. You closed your eyes and listened to his footsteps coming closer to you. When they stopped, you opened your eyes. He was standing right in front of you, his eyes menacing, brows furrowed, obviously very angry. Before you could speak, he reached up and slapped you across the face, causing you to fall to your knees, grasping your cheek. The pain was intense; searing and red hot, you had to use all of your might to hold back the tears.

 “You fucking bitch,” he yelled down at you “you had one job. One fucking job, and you messed it up!” You sat on the ground, trying to compose yourself. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now, huh? He’s dead. How am I going to find out that information now?” He was breathing heavy, pacing in front of you as he spoke. As you tried to stand again, he took the opportunity to kick you right in the gut. You fell back to the floor; the wind being taken right out of you. You struggled to breath, wrapping your arms around you. “You’re absolutely useless. Your cunt isn’t even that great either.” He spat down at you.

 As you wheezed and rolled around the ground in agony, one of his men entered the room. “Boss, you got a phone call.”

 “Shit.” He groaned, still very angry. He paused, taking a moment to look down at you before stepping over you and walking out the door. “Deal with this garbage, take her back downstairs.”

 You weren’t in a condition to put up a struggle as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You knew what downstairs meant; back to where you had been when they experimented on you. It meant more tests and torture. It was like hell, and it was the reason you listened to them so obediently. Your conscience went in and out on the way down, and you only became fully focused when they threw you down on the cold cement floor. You heard him lock the steel cage door and walk away. You were freezing and shivering; soaked to the bone and beaten. Tears stung your cheeks as you lay there, not knowing how long you would have to endure this hell. You just wanted it all to end; you wanted to die. What was the point of living if this was your reality? To help ease the pain, you put yourself under your euphoria. The pain slowly went away and your thoughts slowed as you took in the familiar blissful feeling. You never wanted to come out of it.

You didn’t know how many hours had passed since you had been locked up. You had fallen asleep for a bit while you were under, but you woke up to a commotion upstairs. You heard the faint sound of what you thought was gunfire. You could tell people were yelling. You did your best to sit up, pain shooting through your gut, your head pounding. You looked around; there was no one else downstairs with you, all of the other cells were empty.

 Suddenly, the doors that led upstairs blew open in a large explosion. You covered your face, protecting it from the debris and smoke. You coughed, waving the black smoke away from you. You couldn’t see anything for a moment, the smoke was too thick. Then you heard a menacing laugh that was all too familiar.

 How could it be? How could he have found you? This location was well hidden, even special forces wouldn’t have been able to find it. As the smoke cleared, you could see his figure walk up to your cell. There was someone behind him. He came up to the bars, grabbing onto them with one hand, the other holding a rifle, staring down at your pathetic form. His mouth was open as he took you in; he was wearing a leather purple suit with the jacket open, revealing a black bulletproof vest over his bare chest. “Found you.”

 Harley then appeared right next to him in blue and red shorts and matching jacket, coughing and waving away the smoke. “What an entrance, Puddin. Maybe next time a little less explosives?” When her eyes found you on the ground, she gasped. “Oh no, what have they done to you?”

 It was clear from their reactions that you looked like a wreck. In that moment, you didn’t care though. The smoke fully cleared, and you could see the Joker’s men run down the stairs. They were like a small army in terms of their artillery. One of the men came up with what looked like a small chainsaw and started cutting the lock on the bars. You were so confused, you had no idea how to react. The lock on the door fell to the ground with a loud clink, and the henchman pushed the door open. It was Harley that ran in first, jumping onto the floor next to you.

 “Are you ok, darlin? You look like a mess.” She seemed genuinely concerned. You didn’t look at her though, you remained focused on the Joker as he slowly sauntered into the cell. “Can you stand?” Harley asked, taking your arms and helping you onto your feet. Your legs were wobbly and weak, so she put your arm over her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around your waist.

 “How…” you began “why?”

 The Joker came up to you, placing his hand gently on your cheek. He exhaled an audible breath. “I told you; Gotham belongs to me, and so does everything in it.”

 “Let go of me!” You heard from behind. You looked around the Jokers shoulder to see your Boss being dragged down the stairs by two men. The Joker turned his attention to him, raising his arms in the air.

 “Well, what do we have here?” He said tauntingly. His men plopped your boss on his knees right in front of him.

 “Listen, I’ll pay you whatever you want. Just please, let me go.” Your boss begged in front of him. This was a sight you had never seen before. You always feared him, seeing him as a large, violent man who could do anything. Yet here he was, begging for his life on his knees in front of the Joker.

 “Shhh” Joker began, putting his finger over the man’s lips. “I’m not going to kill you.” He smiled, turning around. His eyes met yours again as he spoke, “We’re going to have lots of fun together.” Then, he snapped his fingers, and his man started to drag your struggling boss back up the stairs. “Harley, bring her to the car.” He spoke as he followed his men back up the stairs.

 “Come on doll, you gotta help me a little bit, I can’t carry you all the way there.” Harley started to walk, and you hobbled right next to her. You were slow, but you eventually made it up the stairs. You were able to see the result of the chaos that you heard earlier. Everything was a disaster; bodies lay on the floor in pools of blood, tables overturned, empty bullet shells scattered everywhere. When you walked outside of the building doors, you were able to tell that you had been in the cell for almost an entire day, the sun was just about to set completely, leaving just the slightest orange in the sky. There were several vans parked outside, as well as a large black Escalade. Harley took you towards the Escalade, where Frost sat in the driver’s seat and the Joker in the passenger. She helped you in the back and climbed in right next you, keeping one concerned hand on your leg. The drive was silent as Frost drove behind the vans, following them. The Joker was on his phone, typing some message you couldn’t read, and Harley kept her attention outside the window while humming an upbeat song.

 You were in the car for what seemed like a very long time. The location they were going to was obviously well hidden, as if you didn’t know what you were looking for you would never be able to find it. The area was surrounded by thick swampy trees and seemed very dark and quiet.  The cars finally slowed down at a large heavy steel gate. The gates had large J’s knotted into the frame in an intricate design along with the silhouette of the head of a court jester. The gates slowly opened and the cars drove down a long tree covered driveway in single file until you came across the largest house you had ever seen. It was a large mansion that didn’t seem like it belonged in this type of gloomy environment. The dirt driveway turned into cobble stone, and the entrance was lined with large stone pillars. A large fountain was placed in the center of the circular driveway. The cars came to a stop and everyone started moving again. Frost and the Joker jumped out of the car, along with all of his henchmen in the vans. They poured into the house, dragging along your boss who now had a black bag over his head. You looked out of the window of the car in awe.

 Harley came around to your side of the car and opened the door. “Come on sugar, let’s get you cleaned up.” She helped you out of the car, taking your waist while you leaned your weight against her.

 “Where are we?” You asked

 “Home.” She answered

“What?” You questioned, but you immediately lost your train of thought when you entered the house. It had a dark mahogany and red theme. The foyer was large and grand with a large crystal chandelier hanging above. Harley led you up a grand staircase and down a long hall. You were brought into a large bedroom that seemed quite cozy. Another crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and a large canopy bed big enough to fit about 10 people was the center of the room. Next to it sat large dressers with an assortment of different handguns laying on the top of them. She led you into the bathroom connected to the room; it was contrastingly bright with a light-colored marble scheme. She sat you down on the corner of the large marble bathtub.

 “Now just hang tight for a second while I go and get you some clothes.” She smiled warmly, starting the water and prancing out of the room, leaving you alone. A large mirror covering the length of the wall was across from you, and you were able to see what you looked like for the first time. It was hideous. You looked like a creature out of a horror movie. You carefully stood up, wincing a bit from the pain and limped over to get a closer look. You brushed your tangled hair out of your face, revealing a nasty bruise just below your eye from where he slapped you. You ran your fingertips along the purple markings, wincing slightly when you came across sensitive patches.

 “Luckily we’re about the same size!” Harley said, entering the bathroom again. She had changed into a loose fitting black silk robe with three small red diamonds above her breast. The robe barely covered her bottom half, and the way the robe fell open, you could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her hair was now hanging loose instead of pigtails. In her hands was a long lace black robe. “We need to get you cleaned up, my love. Can’t have you looking anything but gorgeous.”

 She placed the robe on the counter and proceeded to undress you. You didn’t put up much of a fight as you just watched the clothes come off of you in the mirror, revealing more bruises on your stomach. She helped you into the bathtub, the warm water feeling nice on your freezing skin. She sat on the side and began to wet your hair and massage some shampoo into it.

 “This is nice! I don’t get girl time very often.” She beamed

 “Why are you doing this?” You asked

 “’Cause Puddin wants me to, and to tell you the truth,” she put her lips right next to your ear and whispered, “so do I.” She laughed and went back to massaging your scalp.

 “Aren’t you guys just going to kill me? Why go through all of this trouble?”

 “Kill you?” Harley scoffed “We wouldn’t do no such thing, love. We like you!”

 You lifted your hands, examining them. “But why? There’s nothing special about me.”

 She cleaned the shampoo from your hair and proceeded with conditioner. “What do you mean? You’re just like us!”

 “How so?”

 “We all came from the same toxic chemicals. We’re practically family, and we’ve got to stick together!”

 “How do you know that?”

 “Mr. J had Frosty do some digging on ya. After last night at the club you were all he could think about.” You could hear a slight pout in her voice. “He had a bunch of his goons out searchin for ya. He found ya pretty quick, too.” She washed the condition out and went on to scrubbing your skin with a rag. “I gotta say, you made quite an impression on him last night. I don’t know what it is you did when you two were alone, but you definitely got his attention.” Her smile faded a bit. “Lucky you.”

 “I wasn’t trying to. To be honest, I’m very confused right now, and I’m not exactly sure how I should be reacting to all of this.” You looked her in the eyes, not even trying to hide the worry on your face. You didn’t know what it was, but you felt safe around Harley, well, safer than you’ve felt all day.

 She smiled again, her focus returning back to scrubbing your skin. “Don’t worry, I can tell you for sure that Mr. J won’t kill you. I haven’t seen him so excited in a long time, and if he’s happy, then I’m happy. But to be honest, I kind of like you too.” She said the last part very warmly. She finished up washing your skin and face and helped you out of the tub, drying you off with a towel. She took the black lace robe and wrapped it around you. The material was sheer, and you could see the faint circles of your nipples peeking through. The robe was long and flowy, with long loose sleeves. A gold ‘J’ was embroidered on the pockets on the side near the waist. She didn’t give you anything else to wear besides the robe. She dried your hair a bit until it was just damp and brushed through it. You looked at yourself in the mirror, already looking a million times better. The purple bruise on your face still stood out, but after being cleaned up a bit it looked better.

 “Now let’s go join the party downstairs!” She smiled, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom. The mahogany wood beneath your bare feet was cold, and you could hear the footsteps you and Harley made as you made your way down the hall. After the bath, you were able to walk better, the warm water heating you up again. You walked down the stairs, and the faint sounds of screams began to get louder. You two walked closer to the sound until you reached a door. The screams were loud behind it, and you could tell they were coming from your Boss.

 Harley knocked on the door, “Puddin, it’s us!” The door opened, revealing a room full of the Jokers Henchmen holding various guns. They stood scattered around the room, which seemed to be a large office. Your boss was sitting tied up to a chair, the hood was no longer on his head. He had blood running from his nose, eyebrow, and mouth. The Joker stood in front of him with his back turned. As the two of you made your way inside, you heard him sigh.

 “Ahh,” he began, turing around to face us. “If it isn’t the lady of the hour.” He looked you up and down, a hint of hunger in his eyes as Harley led you closer. “Thank you for fixin her up, doll.” He said to Harley, taking her cheek in his hand and kissing it. She smiled, a flirty laugh escaping her. “If I may?” He asked, holding his hand out.

 “Be gentle, Puddin, she’s pretty beat up.” Harley said, giving your hand to him.

 “Oh, come now,” He began, taking your hand, “I’m always gentle.” He turned back to your boss, holding up your hand as if putting you on display. “Now how could you treat such a divine creature like this so poorly?”

 “Her?” Your boss began “Is she what this is all about? This is all about some insignificant bitch?”

 “Careful,” the Joker said, releasing your hand and sitting in your boss’s lap, taking his face into his hands. “Choose your words wisely.” The Joker let out a low growl. “Now tell me what you did to her.”

 “I’m not telling you shit.” He spat. The Joker looked at him for a moment before flashing his signature silver smile. He crawled off his lap and snapped his fingers. One of his henchmen came up and handed him a purple and gold handgun. The Joker smiled again before pressing the gun against the man’s leg and firing it. The bullet went straight through his leg and into the floor, followed by a stream of blood. The boss let out an agonizing scream. “Fuck! Fuck, shit, shit!”

 “Look what you did to my floor,” The Joker began again, running a hand through his green hair. “And I just got them redone.” He pointed the gun at his other leg.

 “W-wait! I’ll tell you everything! We kidnapped women to turn them into weapons to use against our rivals. We turned her using the chemicals from the nuclear plants. She turned out to have a useless ability so I used her as an escort to get information!”

 “Useless?” The Joker said, mocking a pout “I’m so sorry you see it that way. Is that it?”

 “Yes.” The boss panted

 “What a shame.” Then, he pointed the gun towards the boss’s head.

 “Wait, wait, please!” The boss begged

 “Unfortunately, it’s not up to me to kill you.” The Joker turned to look at you. “Come here.”

 You took a gulp and walked over hesitantly. The Joker placed the gun in your hand. You had never held a gun before, it was heavy and cold. You stared at the glossy metallic colors, noticing the intricate joker designs. In the reflection of the gun, you spotted the purple bruises on your face. You turned your attention back to the boss who was panting in his chair. You slowly raised the gun. “Don’t you fucking do it.” He started “You won’t, I know you.”

 The Joker stood behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “What are you going to do? This is your chance to get back at him for all the pain he’s caused you.”  You were surprisingly steady while holding the gun, you didn’t shake, and you were strangely calm. This man caused you so much suffering, and he was the reason you lived in a nightmare.

 “You won’t fucking do it!” He yelled from his chair, clearly panicking.

 The Joker placed his hands on your hips and whispered into your ear. “Choose.”

 You watched as the man struggled in his chair. He looked so weak and pathetic, and you felt so much power over him. This was probably how he felt when he watched you struggle. The images of your friends and past life popped up in your head. You used to be so happy. You had a life ahead of you. This man changed everything, and there was no going back.

 You pulled the trigger, watching the bullet make its way right between the boss’s eyes. In that moment, the room went quiet as the sound of the gun shot echoed off the walls. His body hung limp from the chair, his eyes still wide open in horror.

 The Joker was the first to break the silence with his laugh, followed by Harley’s who had been standing in the corner. “Leave us.” The Joker ordered, taking the gun out of your hand. You watched as the men left the room, taking your boss’s body and the chair with them. The Joker stood in front of you, and Harley came up from behind, wrapping one arm around your waist and another under your breasts. When the room was empty, the Joker took your face in his hands. Your eyes went to his, and you were sucked into his deep blue orbs. He brushed a cool finger over the bruise on your face. Instead of pain, though, the temperature of his skin actually felt good. He then placed a small kiss on your lips, barely pushing his lips against yours.

 He growled, quickly retracting his head, looking you in the eyes again. “We’re gonna have some fun.”

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TOMDAYA 2.0!!!

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Fingers trailed against your skin, across your shoulder blades and down your spine. You were half asleep and the sensation would feel amazing if it didn’t sting so badly.

“Stop touching my sunburn, Jim,” you mumble into the pillow, shifting away from his touch.

“Why? It’s fascinating,” he said, pressing his finger into your irritated skin, watching as it changed color with the pressure and returned to its marred state.

“Yeah, well stop. It’s annoying,” you groaned, trying again to shift away.

“What will you do to make me?” He asked, sounding smug. 

“I’ll take the kit you keep right here under the bed and go blow up that apartment you keep visiting. Where is it again? Bleeker Street? Baker Place?” You teased, peeking one eye open to see James pouting. 

“You’re no fun,” he whined and you grinned.

“Then leave my sunburn alone. And keep away from that Holmes prick while you’re at it,” you said, turning on your side to face him. 

“Why?” James asked, a grin spreading across his face again. “Jealous?”

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Sherlock In Between

Summary: It’s Christmas Day and you’ve received a text from your secret boyfriend the one and only, Jim Moriarty, invitating you to spend the day together. But what if I tell you, you’re Sherlock’s little sister and that the sociopath finds out about your secret relationship?

Request:  Christmas themed request where you want to spend time with ur secret bf Jim but ur bro Sherlock unknowingly keeps interrupting your opportunities of going to meet up with Jim so eventually you just snap and reveal you and Jim are together, how you’re tired of hiding it and are in love? Maybe some fluff where Jim gets desperate to see u and coincidentally walks in on you confessing your secret to Sherlock and is surprised and happy to know you genuinely love him and feel the same way about him?💞

Pairing: Jim x Reader

Title: ‘Sherlock In Between’

Content: Fluff / Christmas Special

Warning: None

Word count: 960

A/N: Finally got some time and imagination to finish this Christmas themed One-Shot. This is the third and the last one for this year. Hope you’d liked the Christmas’ specials.

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“I’ll have a blue Christmas without you,” you sang in a quiet voice while watching the snowflakes falling from the sky through the window. You went on, “I’ll be so blue just thinking about you. Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree won’t be the same dear, if you’re not here with me and when-”

He cleared his throat and cut you off as he sat down holding a hot cup of tea. “It seems that someone still likes to sing Christmas carols.” You subtly chuckled. “Though, this one was a sad one.”

With your eyes wide open you turned to your brother, “Pardon?”

“You feel sad. Want to talk about it?”

“What?” You frowned and shook your head immediately. “No. I’m fine, Sherlock.”

He looked at you and took a sip of his tea. “How about pranking Mycroft?” You chuckled, though you were not in the mood for such good plan.

You peered out the window once more. Baker Street was peaceful, to say the least. Lights of all different shapes and colors hung from the rooftops of the buildings, and all the shop windows were filled with gifts and beautiful boxes. Snow lined the tile path.

You only wish this rivalry to break so you could once in your in your life you could spend Christmas with your boyfriend, Jim Moriarty.

“Are you sure you don’t want to prank Mycroft?” He asked you. “It’s Christmas, it’s our tradition. I won’t tell mummy.”

You rolled your eyes as you shoved his face away playfully, making him groan but laugh at the same time.

All of the sudden, your phone buzzed. You shoved your hand into your pocket and took the mobile from it. A smile spread across your face when you read the text.

Are you coming?

- JM

“Why are you so happy all of a sudden?”

Lowering the phone and locking the screen, you replied, “Because.”

You stood up and looked down at your brother for a moment. “‘Because’ is not actually an answer you would usually give me. What is it, Y/N?”

You shook your head and dragged your coat from the rack so you could put it on. “Nothing,”  you said, faking a smile.

Sherlock knew you so well. You could say he was like your best friend.

The sociopath got up so he could be at your height and look you in the eyes, which was rather intimidating.  He used to do that when you refused to tell him what was going on.

Your lips trembled. “I’m-”

You both turned to the kitchen’s door, which was knocked before you could finish the sentence. John popped up wearing an ugly sweater and holding a beer in hands.

You eyed and finger pointed at him. “I thought you were not going to be here until late.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Y/N,” he said sarcastically. “You’ve been daydreaming there for hours. Mary and I’ve been here since five p.m.”

Embarrassed, you felt your cheeks turn red. And to top it off, Sherlock’s eyes did not leave yours. He knew he would win, after all he had always done it.

“Come on, Y/N. You know I always win,” he muttered, making you nervous.

Should you tell him the true? Should you tell him you were dating his nemesis? Should you tell him you were, in fact, in love with James Moriarty? No. You shouldn’t; that would only make it worse.

But no matter how hard you hid it, sooner or later your brother would find out. He was Sherlock Holmes, the great consulting detective with the ability of deducing you in seconds after all.

John glanced at you and then at Sherlock. “Wait. What did I miss?”

Sherlock clapped his hands and finally turned his gaze away from you, making you sigh in relief. “Seems Y/N is hiding something.”

“Hiding?” John asked while frowning. “What would be she hiding from you, Sherlock? She’s your-”

His voice suddenly trailed off when your phone began buzzing. The three of you turned to it, You swore it was Jim calling. Your legs hurried so you could pick it but Sherlock was faster. As soon as his hands grabbed the device, he answered it.

“Yes?”

“Oh, Sherlock. What a surprise,” the consulting criminal marveled. Sherlock blinked, surprised and then gradually looked to you. “I’d say Merry Christmas, though Y/N told me you hate these kind of holidays.”

Your eyes widened. “Sherlock,” you whispered.

“Stay away from my sister,” he said through gritted teeth. Sherlock could hear him sigh from the other side of the line. “What?”

“Stop observing for once in your life and look around you. She loves me,” he simply said and then your brother and John looked at you with concern directly.

“That’s not possible,” he muttered.

“Oh, but it is,” he said dramatically. “You see Sherlock, everything in this world seems to be somehow connected.”

“Stay away from her!” He emphasised each word.

“Seriously, Sherlock? On Christmas Day?” He huffed.

The detective abruptly turned to you and gestured with his hands. “What were you thinking about, Y/N?”

You gasped. “It’s my life, Sherlock! I love him.”

“You’re my responsibility. And no you don’t!” He scolded.

Sherlock scratched his neck with one finger while pacing around the room, thinking what he could do to separate you from the Napoleon of the crime. John and you shared gazes for a moment.

“Tea?” John offered.

You shook your head in disbelief. “What?”

Before answering, he glanced at Sherlock who was fighting with your boyfriend over the phone. “Well, they are going to take a while. So, tea?”

A smile spread across your face. “Sure,” you accepted and John smiled. “Merry Christmas, John.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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Being Moriarty’s Daughter Would Include

you having the most overprotective dad out of all of your friends

you constantly yelling “Dad, I’m just going to the mall!” 

and Moriarty yelling back “Take Seb with you!” 

lots and lots of eye rolling

Moriarty insisting that you listen to the Bee Gees

loads of Father and Daughter dates 

you being his little princess

getting literally anything you could ever want

boys being terrified of him

“Break my daughter’s heart and everyone and anything you’ve ever loved will be destroyed.” 

being extra in general 

Moriarty insisting that you make an entrance for family parties with music and dancing 

annoying Sherlock and John together

“I’m guessing this is your…offspring” 

you being the only thing he cares about

doing whatever it takes to keep you safe

Moriarty breaking down crying when he has to leave you at college

so he calls every night

and visits every weekend

until one day one of your teachers goes missing and he teaches your history class

“Where is Mr. Brent? What did you do with him?” 

but letting him stay for a week because you secretly miss him

being able to tell your dad anything and everything 

making him proud just by being yourself

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Unfaithful | Part Two

Series Summary: After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.

Pairing: Hot Priest x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3243

Warnings: abusive behaviour, mentions of ‘bedroom activity’ 🙈

A/N: Please be warned there will be some themes of toxic/abusive relationship in this series. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part One | Masterlist

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I knew weddings took a lot of planning, but I never realised they took this much. Every single tiny detail requires a decision and more often than not that decision falls on the bride’s shoulders. 

Purple or yellow flowers?

Napkins folded as swans or roses?

Which table can we sit Uncle David at where he won’t start a fight?

I try to get Dan involved in the decision making but his response is always the same.

“It’s up to you babe”

Speaking of Daniel, I still haven’t told him we have to meet with the Priest again today. I tried a few times to bring it up but his mood changes instantly. I’ve still got a slight bruise on my wrist from the aftermath of the first meeting, but I keep it covered. I know he didn’t mean to hurt me. 

I pull the sleeve of my jumper down over my wrist as I approach Daniel in the kitchen. 

“You look nice, where you going today?” He asks as he makes himself a cup of tea. 

“Actually…” I take a breath “we’ve got our second meeting with the Priest today”

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Belated Daily Sweetheart Drabble - Tuesday

Prompt From This List

Floki

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Vikings Imagine(Short story? Maybe?) The Little Mouse

Summary: Reader is an English born but her parents are killed in a raid. Ragnar finds her and she is taken in by Floki and Helga. Perhaps there will be some eventual Ivar x reader? And I will be honest and say I’m not an expert with Old Norse, however I looked it up(I know to not trust everything on the internet) and it said that the word for father in Old Norse was ‘fader’? Is that right? Can I have some clarification on that? Please?

ps: This isn’t a Y/n type of story. This reader is named. 

Nothing has ever been easy in my life. I lost my birth mother at the tender age of five as she was trying to bring my baby sibling into the world. The midwife was an older lady, and my father was outside, waiting for the news. It was then that the barbarians showed their faces. They raided my home, my village. At the time I thought of them to be the devil’s demon angels, as they were so large and looked nothing like what father explained. When my father said they had blood red eyes, displaying the spitting images of their past victims within their swirling orbs, I only saw a mix of both blue and brown, normal eyes just like us Christians. When my father said they had heads of both horns and scales of dragons, I only saw strangely shaved heads with braids and beads embedded in their beards. My Father said they spoke the devil’s language and flew on leather wings and wielded claws and fangs. No invader looked like this. They spoke Norse, and their wings were large long boats, and they had steel swords and intricately carved axes.

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Floki 

          The King's army has been patrolling ever since we saw the Viking ships off the coast, but they didn't stop here just kept going toward Mercia. Father has us packing to go to the family hunting cabin in the mountains. It was just father and I, mother died from fever when I was 16, and he has been over protective since. I can't blame him for his actions though. 

           Father comes into the house with the last basket to fill, and then we leave the only place I've known as home. We can always come back, but it still is painful to leave. I finish packing the last of our things into the wagon I would be driving as father rides the only horse we have that is pulling a smaller wagon. As we get deeper into the woods I pray we don't run into the Vikings, but they should be more up north by now. 

        After some time we come up to the cabin, but I hear talking causing me to stop. I turn back to my father to see if he heard it as well, and he nods at me before dismounting his horse. He slowly walks up to me, helping me down, and he grabs a couple bags. 

"We are going to quietly walk to the cabin, and get into the hiding spot." He whispers to me as he hands me a basket full of food. 

        I follow close behind him, and I notice smoke from the windows. I pull father to the bushes causing us to fall. He turns to me with a scowl, but I put my finger to my lips. 

"Pagans." I whisper pointing to the cabin. 

Father turns to the cabin, and signals me to go behind him. He walks sideways to the west, and I follow his every step. We come to a stop as a giggle is heard behind us. 

"Oh God help us." Father prays. 

            There were three men standing by the trees, one had a beard with bright blue eyes, the other had blonde hair and a beard, and the other was smiling with mischief his black eye paint was running. I guess he was the one that giggled. 

"What do we do with them Ragnar?" The blonde asks, causing me to gasp. 

           I learned norse from King Ecbert when I was a child, because he found me reading books of the vikings. When mother got sick I had to leave the castle. 

"He is old and pointless, but she could work for awhile." Ragnar says. "Kill him."

"NO! You can't kill him." I shout in regret. 

         They all look at me in shock, and the man with black eye paint walks up to me. 

"You understand us? How?" He asks.

"King Ecbert taught me when he found me in the library." I said. 

          Father looks at me with anger in his eyes, and I know he disapproves of my actions right now. 

"She is no slave Ragnar." He says running his hand, in the air, and down my face.

"Well Floki you will watch her until we get back. We will speak with the Seer about this." Ragnar says walking away. 

         The man named Floki ties my hands together, and the blonde guy walks to my father. Floki pulls me fast behind him, and after five steps I hear my father's scream. I pulled from Floki, but he held onto me, pulling me away from my father. I should've known I couldn't save him. 

I was kept tied inside Floki's tent while they were raiding Merica, but Floki would bring me food, water, and would untie me when he was in the tent. It's been at least a month since they caught me, and a month of listening to them torture women they took from villages. Floki has taught me a lot about their Gods, and about their everyday life. I wish I could just be Viking, they don't look down on women, they do everything together, and I would love to be a shieldmaiden. 

              Ragnar has said we will be leaving for Kattegat, the place they came from, and I'm both nervous and excited. I hope whoever this Seer is they know what Floki is talking about. He has been saying the Gods have brought me to them for a reason, and I just feel this is going to cause me to die.

~Arriving in Kattegat~

              Their village is amazingly built, like a town, and a lot of shops. I follow Floki to his cabin, that is on the outside of the town, but close enough. He unties me as we walk inside.

"I won't keep you tied here." He says.

"Why? Aren't I a prisoner?" I ask looking around the cabin. 

"You are not my prisoner." He walks up to me, playing with the ends of my hair. "I just know the Gods have a great plan for you." He giggles. 

        He giggles a lot, and I've learned to love it. Granted that isn't the only thing I've learned to love about this man. We spend the day unpacking Floki's carving tools, but when I finish dinner Ragnar comes walking up to Floki. I just stand by the door waiting for them to finish. As Ragnar leaves Floki throws the piece of wood he was carving in the water, and he turns to see me standing there. He stomps his way to the door. He just grabs my face in his hands as he kisses me hard, and pushes me into the cabin. He pulls back with a deep breath, but he leans his forehead against mine.

"You will be seeing the Seer tomorrow." He grumbles.

"Floki it will be okay." I rub his back. "Like you said the Gods have a plan for me, and the more I think about it I feel they brought me to you." I smile up at him.

He giggles. "I will make you my wife no matter what the Seer says."

"What about Ragnar? He's Earl." I say looking down.

He stops me from backing away. "Ragnar is my friend, not my Earl, and he won't fight me." He pulls my face up to look at him. 

"Let's eat then get some sleep." He pulls me to the table I had dinner on. 

            We ate, talking about little things, but once the stew ran out he took the dishes to the water tub for tomorrow. He comes back taking my hand, guiding me to the bed, and once there he unties my dress letting it fall to the floor. He then lays me down before taking his clothes off, placing his weapons on the floor next to the bed, but he walks to the fireplace, putting more wood into the fire, before getting into bed. 

       I fell asleep to him running his hand in my hair. 

~The next day~

            When I woke up Floki was gone, but the fire was hot, so I don't think he's been gone long. I grab an apple as I walk out the door. I looked around, stopping on Floki, he was carving in his work area. 

"Good morning Floki." I say as I was under the tent. 

          He giggles as he sets down his tools before turning to me, and when he gets close to me he pulls me to his chest.

"Good morning gipt (gift)." He kisses me deeply. 

         Someone clears their throat causing me to jump, and Floki to scowl. Ragnar smirks at Floki as he walks up to us. 

"Hmm." He hums looking me over. "The Seer is ready for you (y/n)." He leads us to the Seer's cabin. 

          We walk in, and it's nothing like I thought. It has bones hanging from the ceiling, baskest, and trinkets that have God's carvings on them lay around the cabin. 

"Come in. I've been waiting. Floki believes you are sent here from the Gods." He takes a breath as I sit across from him Ragnar and Floki standing behind me. "The Gods do have a plan for you young maiden, but it is you who chose which plan happens." He stops. 

"What do I need to choose?" I ask desperately.

"Either man or sword." With that he holds his hand out. 

"Lick his hand." Ragnar whispers.

         I lick his hand as I stand, and I follow the men out of the cabin. 

"So you were sent here, and it seems Floki was right." Floki giggles at Ragnar. 

"We will get you a cabin..."

"She is staying with me." Floki interrupts. "I'm marrying her." 

"Soon" I finished. 

He giggles as Ragnar smirks at me.

"Let me know when." He smiles as he walks away. 

"Soon?" Floki asks, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

"What? You don't want to marry me?" I joke.

"Who knows I might find an actual shieldmaiden." He giggles as he runs into the woods. 

"Oh I'll show you shieldmaiden!" I yell as I throw a rock toward him. 

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I ship you with Floki

Request: I’m a bisexual girl with almond-shaped hazel eyes, short fair hair, pale skin, lightly notable cheekbones, thin lips and an aquiline nose (yep, my special feature). I’m fond of ancient & modern languages (linguistic is my passion), classic literature and graphic design. At first people find me a little bit cold-blooded & half-hearted person, but for my loved ones, I’m the most caring and affectionate human being.

He met you during his first raid to the Mediterranean

Debating if he should or should not kill you

But the answer was a “no” as soon as you open your mouth and Nordic pleaded words leaved you mouth

It wasn’t the first time that he crossed roads with someone that knew his language, yet he was surprised

“Didn’t know that we were so famous”

The others would soon find the both of you, deciding that you would be useful as a slave

“That’s already mine, my friends”

Being speechless as soon as you entered his house

You’d be so curious about the runes and drawings there, that after a while you convinced him to teach you their meaning

Being extremely useful in raids, since you could help them bargain with others earls and kings

Helping him the boats or more specific, with the design of the dragons

That’s what made him asks you in marriage

You called him as soon as you finished one more dragon head to his boat. It was different from all the others, a little bit creepy even for him. He spend a few minutes looking at it with wide eyes before laughing.

“Marry me”

You’d try to process everything before laughing with him

Kissing him as an answer

Later, he’d ask Lagertha to free you so the marriage could happen

Being the only who he tries to explain his thoughts

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Come Back to Me

Author’s note: A smutty one shot with our boi, Floki, Amazed at my restraint here - we don’t launch straight into banging - there’s a tiny bit of plot here. I’ve tried to keep Floki as canon as possible, ignoring the fact that Helga ever existed though, as it would get in the way of the boning.

Content warnings: Smut below dat cut. 18+

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One Cold Morning - Floki/Reader - Vikings

Request filled

A/N: Let me know if you want to be added to any of my tag lists

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The snow piled up high along the fjord. Floki Vilgerðarson watched as flakes descended from the grey sky in the early morning. The harshest part of winter had come and gone, and soon he would see his latest creation sailing across glittering waters. He tilted his head in inquiry when he saw a small flower blooming under the shelter of a tree. He crouched next to it, admiring its soft petals, and the stubbornness of the small bulb to thrive in the cold.

With a smile, he stood back up and went back inside his home. He left his wet sheepskin by the door and walked silently back to the bed where you were still sleeping, curled up on your side. He slid under the warm blanket behind you and placed a hand on your warm belly, pulling you closer. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck and when you wiggled, he smiled to himself. When his cold nose touched you behind an ear, you grumbled, and rolled over so you could give him your best annoyed and sleepy look. The smile on his face was contagious, though, and you smiled too.

“You’ve been outside,” you murmured.

“I had to check the world was still there.”

“Is it?” You asked, pressing a kiss to his chin.

“So far.” His hand went down to rest casually on your hip, and you smiled.

“Sleep a little more, then. The world will still be there when you wake.”

Floki cupped your cheek and gave you one of those charged looks that had more than one meaning. In it you could read his contentment, and his hope. After some time had passed, he nodded. “Sleep well, Y/N.”