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hiii i just wanted to say that i love your summer roads book, I've been looking everywhere for sum Sean Diaz content, I'm sad that the game itself is underrated thoo

hiii, omg, i'm so glad you love it!! i've been quite distant from writing since the pandemic started, but i'll try to update it soon enough <3 thank you so much!

and yeah, lis2 is definitely underrated, sean diaz is such a cutie and an amazing big brother, he deserves more love out there

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i just wanted to let the anon know that last week i saw your request and i’m currently working on it <3 not gonna answer the ask directly right now so when i post the request i can link it

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here i stand, with my writing on pause due to college assignments but still thinking about fluff prompto argentum x reader

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hi i don’t wanna be annoying but i just wanted to ask will you update the sean x reader?

Hi! Don't worry about it, this is not annoying at all, I actually like when people come ask me that! And yes, I'll update the fic - I didn't gave up on it lol

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A reblog on a fic is golden. Fic writers work hard to give y’all free content. Reblog more. ♥️

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We Move Lightly - 14

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: no warning.

Word count: 2,077.

A/N: look at the ending for notes! Also, if you want to request something, please do!

Everyone was gathered at Ivar’s house - which was a surprise, to say the least. You rarely saw Sigurd around and even less Ragnar.

You guessed that running a big company kept you busy.

At the end of the meal, deliciously made by Aslaug with Hvitserk’s help, Ragnar had an announcement.

“As usual, in summer vacations we are travelling to our country house,” said Ragnar with a hoarse voice that somewhat resembled Ivar's. His light blue eyes, like crystals, gazed at you intensely. “In the countryside of Kattegat-”

“YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS,” cheered Sigurd, way too loud and for too long as he got up from his seat, fists punching the air above his head.

“Is that what pussy does to you, brother?” Hvitserk teased.

“Are you that thirsty?” Ubbe laughed.

You only saw a piece of bread flying through the table all the way to meet Sigurd’s face.

“I told you to not interrupt me during announcements,” Ragnar complained. “Why do you think I would throw this awesome lunch just to tell my family we’re going to take our usual summer trip?”

“Because it’s the countryside…?” Sigurd guessed.

“Not only that,” said a coughing Hvitserk.

“Did I raise you for this?” The patriarch asked.

For anyone who didn’t know Ragnar or his family enough, he seemed pretty serious, but there was a hint of a joke there.

“That’s how you landed mom, isn’t it?” Sigurd looked at Aslaug with a cocky grin.

“Maybe it was,” now Ragnar’s eyes were directed towards Aslaug and filled with lust.

“All of you aren't worth a single coin,” Aslaug throws her napkin at the table. “We wish you could join us on our summer trip to the country house, Y/N.”

Aslaug’s eyes were all kindness.

“This is definitely not how I planned things,” Ivar sighed at your side, pressing the bridge of his nose.

“It’s okay, Ivar,” you assured him and looked from Aslaug to Ragnar. “Of course I’ll go, I wouldn’t miss it,” the last look you saved for Ivar, who smiled at you thankfully.

“And… I hope you don’t mind,” Hvitserk started, getting your attention. “But I invited Amy.”

“Why would I mind? That’s great, she’ll love it!”

“I don’t know, because… I invited her, not you. I don’t want to… be a bother in your friendship and mess it up, I don’t know.”

“Hvit, it’s okay. I’m glad you guys are working out this way,” you reach for his hand and squeeze it once. He nods in compliance.

“Margrethe’s coming too,” Ubbe announces.

“Wait,” you hear a fist punching the table, making the cutlery clink. “Was I the only one who didn’t know about this trip?” Sigurd sounded pretty annoyed.

“We go every summer; do I need to tell you every summer?” Ragnar said.

Sigurd only shrugged in response.

You turned to Ivar, eyes shining upon the news, grabbing his hands into yours.

“This is going to be so great!” You said excitedly. Little you knew everyone was watching you two share those intense looks.

“I know,” was Ivar’s only response.

*

You insisted to help Aslaug with the dishes, but Hvitserk said this was his duty.

“This time, at least,” he winked one eye at you.

Ivar took you by your hand and led you two to the big tree in the back yard. You sat by its large trunk and Ivar lay on the grass, his head resting on your lap. You traced one finger on his forehead, feeling his skin under your touch. The back of your hand caressed his cheek smoothly. You swear Ivar purred.

You grabbed the tip of a brown lock between your fingers, twisting it. His hair was now reaching his shoulders.

Your fingers ran through his hair, feeling the cloud softness. Ivar closed his eyes, enjoying the touch.

“Continue, please,” he said in a soft tone yet demanding.

“I’m so excited about the trip,” you said to him. He only growled in response, making you giggle. “What’s the matter?”

“The matter is that after the trip, I don’t think you’ll think the same thing. Ever again,” he opened one of his blue eyes, as if to give more importance to what he was pointing out.

“Ivar, I got through several social events in your house in the past months, including Sigurd and Hvitserk’s birthday. I can deal with a trip to the countryside.”

“I can see and understand why you believe so much in your points, but it doesn’t make them right. Just you wait and see. I kinda fear for Amy too.”

“Amy’s wild, she’ll be fine,” you waved it off.

“I’m gonna take you on long walks. We’ll sit by the shore, watch the waves come and go. We’ll stargaze. It would be perfect, if only my whole family wasn’t there.”

“Ivar,” the tip of your fingernails touched his cheek, only the slightest of touches. He opens both of his eyes, piercing yours. “Don’t sweat it.”

Ivar bursts out laughing. “I would never imagine these words coming out of your mouth.”

“You’re kinda drifting my point here. Shut up, please.”

You see that Ivar is holding his laugh, but he does as you told him. “Please, continue,” he says softly with a smirk, and that completely destroyed all of your barriers.

“Shit, I lost track of thoughts,” you whisper more to yourself than to Ivar, but he heard it just the same.

“I think you were saying something about me not sweating it,” Ivar touched your collarbones, making your breath tremble.

“Yeah. Well. I don’t want your negative thoughts towards your family to ruin the trip for you. If you just let it go, I think you can actually have a great time.”

You said it with your heart. You saw Ivar’s eyes start looking thoughtful, and suddenly you felt the enormous fear of having him angry. He swallowed dry.

“Damn,” was all he said for what felt like a long time. His head was still on your lap, but your hands had frozen in place, not stroking his hair anymore. “I guess… you’re right.”

“Are you angry at me?”

Ivar looked at you so fast that you feared a bone might have snapped in his neck.

“What? Dove, no,” he started getting up, taking your hands on his. “I’m just shaken for a moment, that’s all. You see, I…,” his eyes went all around - your face, the tree, the grass, the sky, everywhere. “Me and my brothers are always fighting, and just the thought of being with all of them together brings a lot of memories, so I always assume the worst is going to happen. I always think of a million ways for them to ruin something. Of even me to ruin something. But you’re right, as always. I am going to be with you, and nothing could ever ruin this moment.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

He looked astonished.

“Kiss me, Ivar.”

He didn’t ask twice - he leaned in as the tip of his nose touched yours and his lips brushed your own. One hand holding yours, the other went up to your neck, where he caressed circles with his thumb. He kissed you gently, his lips smooth, taking the lead as he always took. 

You opened your mouth to him and gladly greeted him. His hand on your neck went to hold your chin.

“We’re not going further than this,” he said and then parted, making you sigh to recover yourself as you bit your lower lip. “Uh uh, don’t do that thing with your lip,” Ivar pointed accusatively at your lips.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you said with a giggle.

“Your devilish laugh tells me otherwise.”

“My laugh isn’t devilish,” you defended yourself.

“Dove, your laugh is devilishly beautiful.”

Even though Ivar had a playful look on his face, his comment had hit you. You felt your expression going serious, your lips curling up into a soft smile. It wasn’t that you actually cared if someone found your laugh beautiful or not - it was how intimate such thought was. To find someone’s laugh beautiful and truly enjoy it was an intimate share, one that made your whole body and heart grow warm. You pierced Ivar’s blue gaze, feeling as something grew between you in such short distance.

“What is it you looking at?” He asked.

“I’m looking at you,” you replied and opened up more your smile. “I’m excited for this trip.”

“I know you are, you won’t let me forget.”

You leaned down to peck a kiss on Ivar’s lips as you two enjoyed the rest of the evening.

*

The days went by until Friday finally arrived. Amy had arrived the previous day and slept at your house, her suitcase three times bigger than yours.

“Damn, baby, I guess you don’t pack light,” Hvitserk had expressed the moment Amy entered the Lothbroks’ garage.

“It’s all I need for the week,” she said with a shrug, as if it was nothing.

“For the week? We’re staying there for two weeks,” Ubbe frowned, turning his face from his own car’s trunk.

“What?! Two weeks? Y/N!” Amy spun on her heels towards you.

“I lied for the sake of Hvitserk’s car trunk. In some way, I feel responsible for you, at least a bit.”

“Well,” Amy sighed. “It is what it is.”

Ivar went through the door with his own suitcase, about the size of your own.

“There is someone who packs light, Amy,” Hvitserk said as he took a look at Ivar. “Even with all his shit that’s necessary for his legs, he still packs light.”

It was obvious that Hvitserk was making fun at Amy, but she didn’t give in.

“Of course I pack light, half the stuff I need is already there,” Ivar said.

“Bro, I’m trying to achieve something here, don’t cut me off,” Hvitserk complained and Ivar turned to you.

“Ready to hit the road?”

His smile was bright and big and made butterflies burst in your guts in excitement. 

“Ready as I could ever be,” you assured him.

“Let’s get this in the trunk then.”

Ivar took your suitcase and put it in his car. His next move surprised not only you, but everyone who was scattered around in the garage. He lifted you and spun you around towards his car, opening the passenger door for you. Once you took a look at him in surprise, he pecked your cheeks.

“C’mon, now,” he said excited.

His brothers and Amy were tactful enough to pretend they didn’t just notice Ivar lifting and spinning you, so you two could have some privacy in this moment - or, at least, to think so. In the same second Ivar did that, you remembered what he had told you, what seemed so long ago, about his condition.

“I’ll never be able to spin you around, high up in the sky, or to climb trees with you, or to practice any stupid sports together.”

“Are we going to climb trees?” You asked him, hoping he’d take the hint.

“Testing the luck, huh? We’ll see,” he blinked one eye at you and you entered the car, Ivar closing the door behind you.

You saw him gesturing something to his brothers as they waved goodbye to each other and wished for safe travel, even though they would be all going to the same place.

“Gods, this is going to be such a mess - I don’t even want to imagine,” Ivar sighed as he entered the car and turned the engine on.

“Then just don’t keep thinking about it. Just enjoy it, Ivar,” you grabbed his right hand and squeezed it. “It’s going to be okay and it’s going to be fun - there’s nothing more weird or absurd that your brothers can do that I don’t have already seen. Amy is just as crazy and I suppose Margrethe is already used to all that chaos. It’s all fine.”

“You are right,” still holding your hand, Ivar lifted it to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your palm. “It’s going to be a fun trip.”

“It’s going to be a fun summer.”

“This summer is already awesome - it’ll only get better.”

You felt your cheeks heating up and smiled at him.

“Hit the road, Lothbrok,” you commanded and Ivar maneuvered the car, leaving your little street in the cul-de-sac behind and going for the roads that would lead you to the countryside.

A/N: in this chapter we just see a little introduction of what this trip might bring to us 😂 so I didn’t want to include anything here just yet! 

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I’m just taking a quick look over We Move Lightly before I start writing and man, I’m so glad you guys kept up with all my grammar mistakes 😂 in these three years I started writing in English I improved so much, since it’s not my mother tongue, so thank you 💖

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Hey moots,

Share with me your favourite stories you have read in the last week, please! I have just finished an assignment and I need a come down.

Ta! Wuff Yoo ❤

[oddsnendsfanfics]

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[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

Oh my goodness, what an honour!! Ahh, I’m so happy right now ✨✨

[malscare]

call me by y/n

[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

Because of Vikings it’s no wonder that I simply love writing modern AU and I just had two more ideas but I have so many WIPs to work on :’)

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Summer Roads - Chapter 5

Pairing: Sean x Fem! reader

Description: You’ve always been Lyla’s best friend, but since Sean moved you became an inseparable trio. But who could say that, after all these years together, you would start growing feelings for Sean?

Warning: swearings only.

Word count: 2,207

A/N: it just came to me that I never put Chapter 4 in my masterlist, but that error is already corrected! Have fun <3

You woke up with the sunlight on your face, making your eyelids tremble. The first thing you noticed was that Sean’s sleeping bag was empty. Lyla was still asleep. Once you get up you head for the kitchen, where the smell of toasts and coffee filled the air. Lyla’s mom had a cup of steaming coffee on her hands as she talked with Sean, who devoured the toasts.

“Wasn’t the night chilly?” Lyla’s mom asked.

“It was alright, the sleeping bags are warm,” Sean answered, a toast midway to his mouth when he saw you. “Ah, you up.”

“Good morning, Y/N,” Yu-jin said. “Make yourself at home, of course,” she gestured for the kitchen, meaning that you could serve yourself as you pleased.

“I sure did that,” Sean mumbled, mouth full of toast.

“Don’t do that, Sean,” you whispered at him, meaning his lack of manners in front of Lyla’s mom.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone. If you need anything, I’ll be upstairs.”

“Okay, thanks,” you and Sean said at the same time.

“Plans for today?” The boy asked you. You shrugged.

“I don’t know, I guess Lyla actually made a list of things she wanted us to do, but I don’t know what’s there and I’m a bit afraid to ask.”

“She’ll probably keep us busy the whole summer.”

You took notice of Sean’s hands as he cleaned the crumbles of toast from the counter. His index finger was still coloured from the spray paint. You looked at your own, still pink.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, one shower and it’s clean,” you heard Sean saying about the spray paint.

“I’m not worried about that.”

“What is it, then? That troubles you? I know there’s something, you’ve been acting all weird yesterday, zoning out and whatever.”

You could never, not in a thousand years, tell Sean what really troubled you, so you decided to lie, which wasn’t much of an easy decision - you hated lying. But in that situation it was perfectly acceptable. 

“It’s just my brother,” you said with a wave of your hand, as if dismissing the subject. “I don’t think he’s coming this summer and, well, that kinda sucks.”

“Oh,” Sean raised his eyebrows. “That’s awful, yeah. Why do you think he’s not coming? He didn’t say anything yet?”

“Yep.”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” Sean got up from the stool he was sitting on. “I’m sure he will come,” and Sean hugged you.

It wasn’t supposed to be or to feel weird, since you always hugged Sean, but now it was a delicate situation, since you weren't looking at him with the same eyes. You tried to think as fast as you could to relax your body and hug him back, passing your arms around him. The texture of the fabric of his shirt felt soft under your fingertips. You hugged him tight.

“Thanks,” it was all you could manage.

“Hey, hey - don’t get all sentimental,” Sean tapped your shoulders, a little smile on his face. “You know I’m always willing to trade Daniel.”

That comment made you laugh out loud. “I’d love to keep Daniel just for me for a couple days. We would play so much you’d be jealous!”

“You don’t need to play with Daniel to get me jealous.”

The volume of his voice was so low that at first you doubted he even said anything. Sean was going out through the back door, so you couldn’t ask him if he’d say anything, and those words stuck to your brain like glue.

*

In the end, Lyla’s mom needed her to help clean the house, so the second day of summer vacation wasn’t going to be spent by the three of you together. Sean asked if you wanted to go over his house and kill some time, but you were so scared of spending time alone with him that you declined.

“Dude, you can’t be sad over something you don’t even know it’s gonna happen,” he said, sounding worried.

“I know, I know, but I need to clean my room, you saw how the situation is.”

“Your room is not even slightly different from what it usually is.”

“Ouch,” you mimicked a stake going through your heart.

“Silly,” Sean said as he shook his head. “Well, if you feel like doing something, anything, don’t hesitate to hit me up.”

“You got it, boss,” you saluted him and jogged to your house without looking back.

What you didn’t know was that Sean was the one who actually looked back.

*

Of course you didn’t clean your room - not because you didn’t think it wasn’t necessary, because it clearly was, but simply because you were the type of person who never cleared their rooms. Simple as that. Instead, you spent the rest of the morning and the afternoon eating chips, watching TV and occasionally flipping a comic - doing whatever that came to you was the very key of keeping Sean out of your mind.

Your mom was at work, so when the bell rang it was up to you to go and open the door - checking before who it was, of course.

Your heart beat increased what it felt like a thousand percent. 

Sean was at your front door.

Keep it cool, keep it cool, you kept repeating to yourself in thoughts as you opened the door to see the whole Diaz family.

“Hi, Y/N!” Greeted an excited Daniel, a Power Bear doll on his left hand as he waved his right one.

“Hello, Diaz. What can I do for you?” You propped one shoulder against the doorframe, trying to look cool and relaxed, and not someone who would probably pop and fly high into the sky.

“Your mom called my dad to say that she’s going to be back home late, so you’re supposed to have dinner with us.”

“And I asked dad if we could get some pizza, since it’s summer vacation!” Daniel was excited as far as a 7 year old could get - meaning: at full speed.

“Why didn’t she tell me that?” You asked. “I knew nothing about it.”

Sean only shrugged.

“Go put on some shoes, Y/N.”

“Is it dinner time already?” You looked behind you, at the clock hanging in the kitchen wall.

“Y/N, shooooooooes,” Sean begged. “I’m starving.”

“Okay, okay, gimme a sec,” you raised your palms and, leaving the front door open so the Diaz family could come in, you went for your room to quickly change your clothes and put on some shoes.

Once you stepped outside your bedroom, Daniel went directly towards you, pretending that his toy was flying, circling around you.

“Let’s go let’s go let’s go!”

“Isn’t Lyla coming?” You asked Sean.

“I called her, but she said she would stay home tonight.”

“Stay home tonight?” That sentence was odd, coming from Lyla. “Is she alright?”

“She seemed fine - I guess she’s just tired from all the cleaning up. A thing you ended up not doing, right?” Sean flicked a look at your room, your door cracked open. You shrugged, embarrassed. “Please tell me you didn’t get your ass all sad the whole day.”

“I didn’t!” You assured him. “I just watched TV and read some comics.”

“Y/N,” Sean said as you locked the front door - Esteban and Daniel were already in the car, waiting for you. “You don’t need to lie to me, you do know that, right? I’d never judge you.”

“I didn’t lie to you,” you quickly grabbed the key back and tossed it in your jeans pocket. Sean narrowed his eyes.

“Well, my message was received. I hope you listen to it.”

“I did. I will,” you shook your head, confused. “Whatever, Diaz. Let’s go.”

Sean smiled and went to open the car door for you. Your heart skipped a bit and you had to take a deep, silent breath to recover yourself.

*

Daniel seemed to command the whole show - he chose the table, he demanded to sit beside you and he also had a pick on one of the pizza toppings. Sean heavily sighed most of the time, especially when Daniel basically screamed that he’d be the one to sit by your side. Sean sat across you and you tried to look as what you thought you always did.

You wanted to be and act normal around him after the new discovery of your feelings, but it was hard to do so - you always had the idea that Sean might pick up on the hints, that he would discover somehow and, consequently, step back and not be your friend anymore.

You two agreed on pepperoni topping.

“Aww, pepperoni is awful,” Daniel complained.

“What are you whining about? You chose your own topping, Daniel,” Sean said.

“I know, but I want Y/N to eat my pizza too.”

“I’ll eat whatever’s on the table, Dani,” you told him.

“Just don’t eat the napkins,” Esteban said.

“They’re paper napkins, I think they’re edible enough,” you said.

“Ewww,” the Diaz brothers expressed at the same time, making you and Esteban laugh at them.

Dinner with the Diaz was always a fun thing - you loved to see Daniel picking at Sean and the boy getting angry, but not really angry -, so tonight was no exception. Daniel snorted soda through his nose, making you and Sean laugh like two idiots while Esteban tried to pose as a “father who had control over his children,” even though he was holding his own laugh. It was easy to forget that Sean had changed over your eyes, and as soon as that thought occurred to you, the feelings all came back in a flow.

Esteban dropped you at your house, Daniel waving and screaming bye to you until you stepped inside the living room. Your mom was in the kitchen snacking on something. “Hey,” she said. “Had fun tonight?”

“Yeah,” you said giggling, remembering some of the hilarious things that could happen in a pizza restaurant.

“You seem different, sweetie.”

You stood still.

“Different how?”

“I don’t know, just… different. I guess tonight was fun for you. Oh, I almost forgot.”

But different how?, you thought. Am I looking too tortured or what?

“Your brother called - he’s coming next week.”

Those news enlightened you in a whole new way that you didn’t think was possible. Your brother here meant that you could take your mind off of what’s troubling you, besides the fact that you could always count on your brother for advice - especially the kind you needed.

“That’s awesome!” You shouted and your mom smiled. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for that call. I gotta tell the others! Lyla needs to update her to-do list.”

You ran to your room, opening your laptop and checking if both your best friends were online. They happened to be. You immediately called them.

“Wadduuuup,” Lyla said as soon as all of you were on the call.

“Is it an emergency? I just dropped Y/N at her house,” Sean said and you could hear Daniel’s loud voice in the background.

“I think Daniel had too much soda,” you said.

“Daniel’s excited about something at his friend’s house this weekend - I don’t intend to find out what it is.”

“Well, I happen to have great news,” you said, placing your hand on your chest.

“How great are we talking about?” Lyla asked.

“The kind of great that will require an update to your to-do list,” you answered.

“Oh, that only means one thing,” Sean said.

“Your brother’s coming!” Lyla jumped on her chair. “That’s so awesome!”

If you loved your brother that much, just imagine your friends - he felt like an older brother to all of them as well.

“Okay, I’ll see where I can include mr. Peter and think of new things we can do.”

“Now that Y/N just told us the news, are you two down for some gaming?” Sean suggested.

“Sorry, Seanie, I’m tired of all the cleaning, I don’t think I can function well enough to play through the night.”

“Yeah, me neither,” you said.

“What did you do the whole day to feel tired?” Sean asked, suspicious.

“I just wanna go to bed early, that’s all,” you shrugged off.

“Sometimes it sucks being the only guy in this group.”

“This has nothing to do with you being a boy,” you stated.

“He knows that, he just likes to be a drama queen,” Lyla said. “Well, I’m off. Kisses and hugs,” and Lyla went offline.

“I’m going too,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” Sean rolled his eyes.

“Just play with Daniel,” you teased him.

“Oh, no way. He’s too on, I don’t wanna increase the situation.”

“Good luck with the goofball. Good night, Sean.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You finally went to bed, staring at your ceiling, a swirl of thoughts running through your mind. Sean’s phrase at the Park’s kitchen earlier that day came back to you, making your heart go wild. “You don’t need to play with Daniel to get me jealous.”

It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it means anything, it’s nothing, you repeat it like a mantra until you fall asleep, having a dreamless sleep.

A/N: please let me know if you wanna be tagged in the future chapters so you’ll always know when the fic is updated!

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Aarhus Universitet - Ansuz Raido Ravens (6) - final chapter

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N is a freshman in Aarhus University and, being the roommate of both Torvi and Margrethe, that gives her some privileges and intel on the university, as it on the leading fraternity as well, Ansuz Raido Ravens, the Ragnarssons’ fraternity. Eventually, she gets engaged up with Ivar, who happened to gather a suspicious reputation among girls.

Warnings: swearings, smut content.

Word count: 2,120

A/N: and it’s finally here, after so many years! I’m so sorry I didn’t finish this fic any sooner, even though I always wanted to. I could never rest if I never posted this final chapter. I hope you guys like it!

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[youbloodymadgenius]

Oh my gosh!! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you updated this story:

I’m glad you gave Margrethe closure, she needed it.

Thanks for finishing it!! And now I’m waiting for We Move Lightly 😉👏👏👏

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Yayy, I’m glad it surprised you - it surprised me too! lol

We Move Lightly should be updated in the upcoming weeks, since I finally got to manage somethings that were slowing down my progress 😌😌

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I am simply loving all the dialogues in The Foxhole Court - their dinamics are *chef kiss*

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Aarhus Universitet - Ansuz Raido Ravens (6) - final chapter

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N is a freshman in Aarhus University and, being the roommate of both Torvi and Margrethe, that gives her some privileges and intel on the university, as it on the leading fraternity as well, Ansuz Raido Ravens, the Ragnarssons’ fraternity. Eventually, she gets engaged up with Ivar, who happened to gather a suspicious reputation among girls.

Warnings: swearings, smut content.

Word count: 2,120

A/N: and it’s finally here, after so many years! I’m so sorry I didn’t finish this fic any sooner, even though I always wanted to. I could never rest if I never posted this final chapter. I hope you guys like it!

When you woke up the bed was empty, Ivar’s side not warm enough. You heard the noise of the shower running. He’d probably be finishing up by now. You roll on your back, feeling the most tired you ever felt, ignoring with all your strength the events of last night.

You heard the bathroom door click and looked to see Ivar wearing a zipped open hoodie, his tanned chest on sight. You bit your lips. “What a great view to wake up to.”

“I thought the great view would be something, you know, a little more downwards,” he said, a playful look on his eyes.

“Actually, that would be a great activity to wake up to.”

Ivar’s eyes immediately went to pure lust, but you raised your palms in protest. “I need to go shower first, loverboy. Last night’s party is killing me.”

“I won’t go anywhere.”

Ivar sits on a chair by the window, observing you.

“Be right back,” you state as you enter the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

*

Fifteen minutes later and you felt refreshed, ready to start off your day. As soon as Ivar got sight of you, he jerked up from the chair, a lustful look on his face. His canines shone at the sunlight, making your guts heavy.

“C’mere, woman. I’m hungry for some delicious breakfast.”

Ivar shortened the distance between you two, making you step back until your back hit the wall. He held your chin between his fingers and kissed you, rough as always. You lose no time in opening your mouth to welcome him - there was no need to hold anything back, since you wanted him as much he wanted you. His lips were not soft as they usually were - his bruises and cuts were still fresh. You thought about being careful so his cuts wouldn’t open, but who were you joking?, you didn’t want him to slow down.

His tongue dominated yours, which you were glad for - you had no strength to be the dominating one today.

Ivar’s hands traveled all around your body as he kissed and bit your lips. Your hands were firmly tugging his loose, wet hair. “Grip it harder,” you heard him mumbling between kisses. You tugged his hair harder.

Ivar made no ceremonies as he slid his right hand inside your panties, feeling you already wet. “Oh babygirl, that’s how I like you, all wet for me.” His words sent shivers through your body. He started working his fingers on your clit, slowly going up and down, feeling you panting against his mouth. It felt so good that you threw your head back, hitting the wall behind you. You sighed in pleasure when Ivar paced faster, you getting more and more wet.

You had no care for Ivar kisses and suckings on your neck - all you cared and could think about was his hands down on you. “You like that?” He asked. You only nodded in response, moaning. “What do you think of my mouth going there?” You couldn’t say anything at the thought of him eating you out so, once again, you moaned in response.

Ivar sat on his knees in no time, quickly taking your panties off. You stepped your legs aside, opening yourself for Ivar, back tight against the wall.

“Look at you,” he said hoarsely. “It’s a fucking feast down here.”

Ivar held your thighs tightly, kissing their inner sides. You were eager for his mouth in your pussy, but you wanted to play cool. He kissed and licked the insides of your thighs until you grunted in annoyance, anticipation taking over you.

“Someone’s impatient,” he teased you.

You got chunks of his hair with both your hands, pulling it.

“Just fucking do it, Ragnarsson.”

“Do what?”

You weren’t looking at him, but you could hear his sassy smile.

“Eat me out.”

“With pleasure,” he said and went down on you.

Ivar licked your wetness, the feeling of his tongue making your whole body relax. He worked you out, licking and sucking, his tongue inside you, then to your labia and for last to your clit, switching between these patterns. His pace wasn’t steady - he was slow, then fast, and then slow again. The noises his mouth made as he ate you was enough to make you moan, imagine alone what he was doing.

He caressed with the tip of his nose your clit as his tongue went in and out of you. You sighed heavily.

“Faster,” you tried to manage.

Ivar slid two fingers inside your pussy, curling them.

“Fucking thrust me, Ivar.”

So he did it. Ivar thrusted you hard with his fingers, licking and sucking your pussy at the same time. You were so on edge that you felt your legs trembling, having no more strength to keep on your feet anymore, and the wall wasn’t doing any good on keeping you up. Ivar felt your loose body and gripped hard at your waist with his left hand, keeping you up.

“You’re gonna cum on your feet,” he said. “But damn, am I not a weak man? I wanna fuck you so hard right now with my own cock.”

You came at his words, throwing your head back at the wall, making a hard thump. You pulled his hair hard and moaned loudly, screaming.

“Fuck me, Ivar,” you said without a breath. “Fuck me and I’ll cum again, all around your cock.”

Ivar lost no time in getting up, kicking his shorts and boxers away and wrapping your legs around him, pinning you up against the wall. He held you there while putting on a condom and quickly, roughly, he slid inside you. “No mercy,” you told him, and he had none.

He thrusted you fast and hard, going almost all out to go back all in. He already knew your G spot, so he went directly there, making you see stars at his strength inside you and at the feeling of pleasure. You had no idea Ivar could hold such a pace. You tugged your fingernails on his back, feeling the skin opening. That made Ivar grunt and kiss you, biting your lower lip. You felt the taste of blood, but it was only his cut on his lips opening.

You wanted to dirty talk, but you couldn’t find any words, only scream in pleasure.

“Yes, Y/N, show everyone how I make you feel.”

His steady fast pace was doing its job, and you could feel once again your walls clenching - a couple more thrusts and you felt your whole body trembling, relaxing, pleasure running through your veins as you screamed. Ivar thrusted a little more until he, too, came, moaning.

His blue eyes were pure fire and you couldn’t look away from them as Ivar slowly thrusted you after you two came, your walls screaming in sensibility.

“That was fucking awesome,” you sounded like you had ran a marathon.

“I’ll need to shower again, look what you did to me,” Ivar was wet with sweat.

“Let’s go then, I’ll clean you up.”

*

You hadn’t class today, so you and Ivar were sitting outside, by the shadows of a tree, you comfortably nested between his legs, your back and head resting on his chest as you took notice of the movement on campus.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you,” you start saying.

“What is it?” Ivar sounded like he was at peace.

“About your fraternity names. They usually use Greek letters, but what do you guys use?”

“Runes from the Elder Futhark, Ansuz and Raido. Raido means journey while Ansuz can be the rune related to Odin. My father always told me and my brothers that we descend from Odin, that’s why this choice of runes.”

“But ‘Ravens’ is not a rune.”

“No, it isn’t, but is the animal associated with Odin.”

“So your fraternity is all related to Odin, in the end.”

“One can say so.”

“Well, this is cool, but it’s even cooler to just rest on your chest and take a nap,” you said, nestling more on Ivar, closing your eyes as the sunlight warmed you.

*

Weeks have already passed - Torvi moved out of yours and Margrethe’s room, moving in with Ubbe, but she always avoided yours and Ivar’s path, staying out of the way. Ivar kept working on his bike, saying that he sensed that soon enough he’d take you for a ride. Margrethe wasn’t on talking terms with you, but she was always polite, apt to keep a chill environment. She had her space and you respected that, even though you missed her.

Until one day you finally made the choice you’ve been thinking about for so long.

Margrethe was at her desk taking care of her studies when you started talking, without giving a warning.

“I’m not going to tell you my whole story, since I don’t want to be a bother more than I already am right now,” you saw Margrethe getting so rigid that she could easily be a statue. “I was in deep shit a couple months ago, and my parents arranged me into college, as part of an agreement between us. I go clean and they help me, as long as I majored in something, anything. They got me three universities and I was able to choose this one.

“I know how much you suffered here and how much is difficult for you to be around, you know, them. Me, even. But I always saw you as and considered you my friend, Margrethe. I deeply, truly care about you, and I never wanted to harm you in any way.

“That’s why I spoke with my parents and called in a favor.”

“What favor?” Margrethe asked, her voice shooked.

“You can transfer all the way up to Aalborg University. If you want to, of course. I feel like I owe you this, at least.”

Margrethe stood in silence for what felt like minutes, but it was only a couple seconds.

“Why?” She finally asked.

“I just said, I feel like I owe you this. In my name and in the name of the Ragnarssons. It would really make me happy if you accept this.”

“A fresh start?”

“A fresh start. It’s always possible, and everyone deserves one. I’m the solid example of that.”

“Do you really mean it?” Margrethe turned over to look at you, her eyes watering, tears coming down through her rosy cheeks.

“I’m serious about it, Margrethe. All you have to do is say yes and I’ll arrange everything out.”

It was a storm that hit you - Margrethe got up from her chair and hugged you, crying on your shoulders, repeating without a stop ‘thank you’. You caressed her hair, feeling relief to have that situation sorted out.

Margrethe deserved a break and a good life.

*

You were smoking a cigarette by the window of your dorm when you heard a knock on your door, freezing immediately. Did someone rat on you? You weren’t supposed to smoke inside the dorm.

“Y/N, are you in there?” You heard Ivar’s voice and relaxed.

“Don’t fucking knock like that, I thought you were a supervisor,” you said as you opened the door for your boyfriend.

“Damn, what a greeting. Good to see you too,” Ivar pecked you on your lips and smiled brightly, his left hand behind his back, clearly hiding something.

“What do you have there?” You pointed with your chin.

“Oh, this? Nothing but our great next adventure.”

Ivar showed you what was on his left hand and you gasped in surprise.

He held you a jet-black helmet.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“We’re going for a ride, yes.”

You gave Ivar a kiss and quickly shoved him out of your room, excited to go riding.

*

You were on the roadway without a destination. Your arms were around Ivar’s torso and the wind made the length of your hair go flying all around you. You held on tight, inspiring Ivar’s cologne. You rested your cheek on his shoulder, admiring Denmark’s landscape.

You weren’t thinking or looking for the future with Ivar, but only at the present. It’s not that you didn’t want a future with Ivar - it was just that you wanted to free your head from thoughts and seize the moment, to finally take a break.

Present is all that matters.

Life with Ivar would pretty much be an ugly mess, but at least you wouldn’t be alone.

What would come next was going to be fate, a mere consequence of actions and choices.

Your destiny was already sealed, and all you had to do was go ahead.

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[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

hey sorry im having sean diaz brainrot & i read your summer road trip x reader of him it’s so good!

Aw, thank you! Since I got back on track here I intend on updating this fic this week! <3

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your sean x reader was so cute stop imma cry hes not real 😭☹️

I know, he’s such a babe 🥺 and thank youu <3

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what a great way to greet someone, hit them with a racquet