James Delaney Angsty Imagine

James delaney imagine #2

This imagine is inspired by the movie 'MERMAID DOWN'

James snapped his eyes open. His mother appeared to him in his vision. She seemed frantic, anxious. Not at all how she usually was. She kept pointing through the trees as if directing him. He stood and pulled on his poncho leaving the manor and climbing onto his horse, pushing it to move as fast as it could through the london streets and eventually into the forrest. Moving through the trees at lightening speed he stopped abruptly when he heard the high pitched inhuman sound that radiated agony and fear. He jumped from the horse and silently and quickly made his way through the trees. He stopped short at what he saw. A man had a woman...no. she was a siren. Hung upside down to a tree as he swung the axe he was holding back and let it go making contact with the sirens tail as if to cut it off at the base. She let out another high pitched sound. And another as he swung again. James was frozen. This is what his mother wanted from him. To save this creature. Though he didnt know why. He wouldn't question it. He stepped out of the trees just as the man made the final strike, severing the siren from hair tail. She let out one last scream before going silent. Though now severed in half he could see she was still alive. The man grabbed her arm and made to drag her off towards a cliff but was stopped but the click of james gun. "And just what do you think you're doing?" He asked sternly. The man turned toward him, axe raised. "Who are you?!" The man demanded. "Im james K delaney and I won't repeat myself." The man glared. "None of your business." He spat. James leveled the gun against the man's head. "Oh it very much is. You see, these are my forests. Therefore you have no business here in the first place. Let alone trying to slaughter the creatures that dwell in them." He said. The man spit at james feet and he pulled the trigger, blasting the man back in a bloody death. He then holstered the gun and moved towards the now tailess siren. He eyed the tail still strung up and dripping blood. And then the woman severed in half at the waist but still alive and breathing heavy in shock. He moved to the tail first and cut it down from the tree. He eyed her severed body. It was useless now. He picked it up and tossed it into the river before turning to her. He approached her slowly and she growled at him showing him her teeth in a defensive manor. He raised his hands in surrender. "Its alright. I am not going to hurt you." He said slowly taking off his poncho. He spread it wide and bent down towards her gently wrapping it around her and picking what was left of her up. It was like he already knew what to do. As he walked back towards his horse he slightly wondered what the hell his mother had gotten him into.

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He had left her in the bathtub. It was the only place he could think of. She hadnt said a word to him since the weeks he'd kept her here. But she had grown legs. Which was something he hadn't been expecting. But he didnt say a word to her either. But as he went on caring for her he started to notice that she would use her hands to tell him things. Sign language he figured is what it was. She just didn't spell things. More like pointed to things and make gestures. He caught on and soon it was easy to communicate. And soon he had a bought a wheelchair so he could take her out of the house when he went. He didn't know what this siren was doing to him but he was attached. And he knew that. And james delaney never got attached to anyone.

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He pushed the wheelchair down the london street. He got a lot of looks. James delaney. The one they called the devil pushing a wheelchair with a young attractive woman in it like it was the most normal thing he'd ever done in his life. They whispered and gawked as they passed. He ignored it and continued to push her along towards the docks where his business was. She was looking around in curiosity as they went. The dress he had taken from Lorna and dressed her in, too big on her frame but it would have to work for now. He approached the docks and leaned down to speak in her ear. "I have business to attend to. But once its done we can visit the lake in the forrest." He said quietly. She moved her head to look at him. He gave a small almost not there smile. She pointed to herself and then to the water surrounding the docks. And looked back at him. He nodded. "Yes." He confirmed. She turned her head back straight and looked at the water as they continued to get closer.

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He watched her shove herself out of the wheelchair and into the dirt, pulling herself with her arms down the embankment into the lake with a splash. She leaned back into the water with a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. He watched her curiously as she became entranced in the water. And within a minute she was under the water and out of his sight. He straightened up and watched the water intently. He was just about to follow her when a black tail came out of the water and then dipped back in. He let out a small smirk. She had done it. She had healed. He had done as his mother had asked him. But he was also disappointed. She wouldn't be coming back with him that much was clear. She didn't need him anymore. But as her head peeked out of the water to look at him he understood that this wasnt the end. It was only the beginning

Who do I need to go to to request a little mermaid AU with Andrea Marowski? I saw a Moodboard for it a while ago and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. There’s so many talented writers, please can you or someone else write this 🥺🥺

omg yeah i would read that but I don't like mermaids enough to write it myself, somebody do this! it would make so much sense

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If you have already seen this, you can’t go back.

You see that figure in the background? It is a ghost. An evil one. 

If you don’t reblog this, that ghost will come into your room.

and kill you.

Opposites attract • Niki Lauda Imagine •

The marriage had been talk of the racing tracks and the racing media for MONTHS now. No one could believe the fact that THE Niki Lauda, rule follower asshole extraordinaire, had not only married a woman half his age, but one such as HER. Covered in tattoos, metal in her face, and a crazy personality to boot. They were such opposites that everyone thought it was a play for attention. His rivalry with James Hunt was getting heated and in order to keep the attention on him, he'd gone out and done something crazy. But that wasn't true at all. Your relationship with Niki was real.

You stood by his side and supported him no matter how crazy the plan or how much of an asshole he was. You would gamble that you were the only person who DID check him on his attitude towards you at points. You understood it was his defense mechanism especially when he was stressed. But you made it VERY clear that it gave him no right to treat you like shit. That if he needed to vent you were always there. But do NOT take it out on you. And he was flabbergasted at your outburst at first, but then he began to change his attitude towards you and he would rant but not AT you. Rather TO you. And you were happy to listen and throw the occasional cuss word or insult in there as well in agreeance.

He loved the way you weren't scared if anyone's opinion of you. How you did and said what you wanted and when you wanted. He especially liked it when James was insulting him and you unleashed your firey forked tongue and gave him the insulting of his life infront of his women, taking him down a few pegs. He liked the fear in Hunts eyes as the fire in yours sparked to life and you stepped towards the blonde as if you were death herself coming to drag his soul to the depths of darkness. It made his heart swell to know you were fiercely loyal and protective of him, he'd never had that before.

He loved the way you listened to his concerns without blowing him off as arrogant or scared of losing. You had begged him not race that day. Told him that it was OK if he sat that one out. That it didn't matter what the other drivers thought. Trust his gut. Don't do it. But his arrogance had pushed him to get into that car and on that wet track even though he knew there was more than that 20% chance he didn't usually push. And he had crashed. He felt the flames licking his skin as he was dragged from his car. And he felt your hand in his the whole time he was unconscious. He heard you tell the priest to "kindly fuck off cause he's not dead yet." He wanted so badly to chuckle but he couldn't move. Couldn't respond. Could only rattle what little air he had in his lungs. But you were there through it all. The painful bandage changed and procedures. You didn't flinch. You held onto his hand with deadly determination in your eyes and looked at him with nothing else but pure love, giving him pep talks that would cause nurses and doctors to look at you with pity and confusion. But you didn't care. He was YOUR Niki. And he was gonna kick ass.

And when he finally did come back to the track, you were right by his side. Ever the overbearing wife. "Niki, did you take your pills?" "Niki, it's water time. Drink up." "Niki, don't forget to change your bandages before the race." But he couldn't bring himself to be the tiniest bit angry or annoyed. He was grateful you were by his side keeping his already fragile health in mind. And he knew it was so he would be able to keep racing. He knew that was your motivation. His motivation. So when James Hunt made his was into his bay and began speaking to him, you weren't happy. At all. The accident was HIS fault. And Niki confirmed that to him. But when Niki decided to forgive him, you begrudgingly did too. If Niki could, you could too you supposed.

But when that damned press conference happened, you were uneasy. You knew these fucking reporters were like vultures. And one of them would manage to engage you by being an insensitive fuck. And you were right. "Niki, what did your wife say when she saw you? how do you expect your marriage to survive this?" The heat that surrounded your body as your blood rushed through your ears was almost unbearable. You clenched your fists and took a deep breath. "She said, sweet, you don't need a handsome face to drive, only a left foot." The room laughed in acceptance but the reporter pushed and it was enough to make what little patience leave you body. "Im serious. How do you expect your marriage to survive when you look like that?" You stormed towards the table Niki was sitting at, reporters turning towards you and gasping. You leaned down next to where Niki was sitting and moved the microphone towards yourself as he looked up at you in confusion. "Im sorry I'm not that shallow to think that looks is all that makes up a relationship. And if you do, well, God do I feel sorry for your wife. I told the priest Reading his last rites to fuck off because he wasn't dead yet. And here he sits. A marriage is until death. Through thick and thin. Sickness and in health. Though I wouldn't expect you to understand that. Fuck you. Press conference over." You said and grabbed Nikis hand, pulling him up and out of the room as cameras flashed, Niki following behind you in a daze.

When Niki decides to race in Japan you feel a anxious sickness building up in your stomach watching him get into his car. These conditions were way worse than the ones that caused his accident. And whilst you didn't say anything, not wanting to cause an argument, Niki could see the fear on your face. And that's when his plan cemented in his head. He would never again put you through that sickness that settled in your stomach whenever you thought back to the crash. He would never again leave you wondering if you'd be a Widow before you even got started. He would make decisions with you in mind from now on. So when he pulled back into the bay after the first lap and killed the engine, pulling off his Helmut you jumped into his arms and he caught you with a smile on his face. He would never again leave you. No matter what.

The day his father came knocking, wanting to reconcile now that his son had made something of himself and made him eat his own words, you were having none of it. You made it VERY clear to Niki that this was a power play. Not a 'I miss my son genuinely' move. He was torn. But you explained to him that you had lived around narcissistic people your whole life and they would leave when you had nothing to offer them and then come crawling back to drain you when you did. And after a long talk between the two of you, he declined his father's offer of a renewed relationship, to which the man angrily spat insults which hit Niki where it hurt and left him in peices once again. Peices you were left to pick up and reinforce with love. You wouldn't ever let anyone hurt Niki again. You swore it.

When Niki began to teach you how to drive F1 cars, it was a debacle. You were a MESS. It took everything he had to not throw his hands up and walk away, giving up. And eventually, you got it. He often got annoyed at how silly you acted doing it but he came to realize that whilst his happiness in his car was strictly business and hidden, yours was a childlike joy that you had no issues showing. And he accepted it wholeheartedly and even came to enjoy it. Soon it was a hobby for you that you both partook in in the off seasons for fun, much to the Ferrari teams amusement. Enzo Ferrari himself even visited the track a few times to watch you two horse around in mock races on his track.

The next season you two are back on the race track, this time with your new knowledge of the cars and races and a brand new, Ferrari red jacket with the 'Y/N Lauda' across the back of it over top the giant Ferrari logo. Officially apart of the team, though just starting out in the F3 leagues with Nikis help. This drives the media CRAZY. No one saw this coming. Not even you. The press fights over interviewing the both of you together, the dynamic duo, the Laudas. Husband and wife Formula One and Three racers. What a sensational story.

A/N: this one just kinda flowed. Hope you like it!

On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

  Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them. 

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

Twitter: @EisforEdna 

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Honestly be pretentious as fuck about the stuff you create. Do a press release for your fanfic updates. Do a Q&A about your webcomic. Make fake merch designs for your OCs. Commission "official" book covers. Very few of us will ever get to a stage where something we've created Makes It Big but even if you have an audience of 5 people plus a shoelace fucking indulge yourself and pretend!! It's the only way to live!!

James delaney imagine #1

Getting even better

Lilith messed about with the candles and the salt circle inside them. She had found out who used to live in this house. She had been curious about this place since she moved in. With the Big Ds on the gates. Rumor had it a man who everyone used to call the devil used to live here. She couldn't find much concrete evidence on him. Just word of mouth spread from generations. So she figured she would do a seance to try bring him forth. To find out more. She closed her eyes and began to chant the words she had found on the internet. Some sort of African language. She hoped she was pronouncing the words right. The room immediately felt colder and she snapped her eyes open to find rhe candles blown out. Except for one. Which a man was holding leaning against the wall. He studied her a moment with wary eyes before blowing out the flame. Plunging the room into complete darkness. She hesitated for a moment before rushing up and out of the protective circle to flip on the lights. Looking around she saw no one. Was it a trick? She screamed when someone grabbed her and yanked her around. It was the man. He was inches away from her face as he squeezed her arms. "Who are you and why did you call me back?" He demanded roughly with a glare. She stuttered out a response. "I-I just wanted to know.." she said. He shook her once. "Know what girl?!" He said angry. "Why they called you the devil!" She said back in fear. He searched her eyes to find her being truthful. He let her go and stepped back still watching her like a hawk. She pushed herself as far away from him as possible in fear. It worked? She hadnt taken this seriously at all. She was just doing it to have a bit of fun. She never expected this to be real. And now that it was, she didnt know what to do next. This man, this spirit, he was angry. And she knew from his vibes that this wasnt just a one off because he'd been summoned. No this was him. All the time. She looked at him from where he looked out the circular window to the thames.  His back to her. "You're messing with things you cannot even begin to comprehend girl. Do you understand that?" He turned to her with steely eyes. She didn't respond. He continued. "What you just did was very foolish. You opened a very dangerous door. And you are lucky that it was I who answered your call. Not something else." He said sternly. She lowered her eyes to the floor. "And now you have managed to attach me to yourself. And I do not know to undo it." He said annoyed. When he said this her eyes snapped up immediately. "What? You can't just..disappear back to where you came from?" She asked. He glared at her like that was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. "No. The chant. You messed it up. Said something you shouldn't have. And now I'm stuck here. With you." He said walking towards her. She gulped. "Im sorry.." she offered. He snorted not amused. "Yes. You will be." He said.

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he sat at her vanity staring intently into the mirror as she applied the brow pomade. She pulled away the brush and made a face into the mirror. "Sisters not twins. But these bitches look like 3rd cousins." She said with a huff, opening the drawer and pulling out her makeup wipes and removing the pomade from one of the brows. James raised a brow from his place on her couch, looking up from his book. He didn't understand this generation's women and their need to use so many beauty products at once. Most of the stuff he had watched lilith put on his generation hadnt even had. And the way she put them on was just bizarre to him. He compared it to the way he piled on the ash on his body during his sacred rituals. He shook his head as he watched her. It was like she was painting a precise picture. He turned his attention back to the book. She set the brush down and leaned back in her chair blowing air out of her mouth. "This takes too long." She muttered. "Then why do you bother?" He asked. "You look fine without it. I doubt any man or women cares." He flipped the page. She lazily turned her gaze to him. "Its not for anyone else. Its for me. I feel nicer with it on. I don't wear it all the time." She said. He raised another brow. "Alright then. Don't complain." He said looking at her briefly over the book before returning back to it. She shook her head. "I can't believe I'm stuck with you." She muttered and went back to work. "Yes. Well. Its your fault you are." He said gruffly. She rolled her eyes and started on her face. "Dick." He snorted. "Yes. I have one. What of it?" She sighed. "How childish of you. Whered you learn that one?" She asked sarcastically. He was amused. "Is that a rhetorical question?" He asked. She groaned. "Shut up I can't concentrate!" She said. He chuckled darkly but said nothing else.

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She pulled on her coat and grabbed her keys and purse as he stood leaning against the stairs. "I need more ash. And herbs" He muttered handing her a list with his fancy writing on it. She took it with a look of annoyance. "Why is it you always send me to do these things?" She said shoving the list in her purse. "Well. You're the only one of us that can leave this house now arent you? Therefore the responsibility falls to you." She glared. "Yeah well its also my money you demand me to spend." He raised a brow in amusent. "Sorry. I dont think ghost currency works in this world." He said. She just threw her head back and groaned and left the house, slamming the door behind her. "What a dick."

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She placed the items from the list on the counter with a sigh as the pagan witch who owned the store began to ring it up. The other store she had gone to before had given her a bad vibe so she had sound another one only slightly out of her way.  As she slid the woman her bank card their hands touched briefly and the woman paused, staring at her as if reading her soul. Lilith shifted uncomfortably in the silence. The woman tilted her head and spoke up finally. "It is not a mistake that he is here with you. The fates have made it so. Do not be afraid. Your souls are matched." She smiled at her and handed her the bag, sliding her card back to her. "There is no charge today. It has been a while since I've met someone such as you. I hope to see you again." She smiled confidently at her. Lilith gave a small smile back and quickly left the store. What the hell did that mean? She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts and made her way home with her many bags.

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"Did you get them?" He asked when she came through the door. As he observed her he narrowed his eyes. She seemed to be in a bit of a daze. She pushed the bag into his chest and moved up the stairs slowly, caught in her thoughts. He grabbed the bag and followed her determined to find out what had happened. He found her sitting on the bed absent-mindedly pulling her things out of the bags and sorting them into groups. He moved forward and seized her arm in his grip looking into her eyes, ignoring the sharp gasp she gave. He saw in her mind what had happened. What the witch had said to her. He let go immediately and stepped back. So it was true. The pull he felt to her wasn't a coincidence. She watched him curiously. He took a breath and began moving towards his old ritual room. "I'll be busy. Dont come into that room." He ordered and left, closing her bedroom door after him.

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Lilith sat up with a groan as she was woken up by something. She rubbed her eyes and blinked away the sleep, letting her eyes adjust to the dark bedroom. She could make out a silhouette in the corner and said in a raspy sleep filled voice. "James what are you doing? Its like 3 am." She whined. He moved towards her slowly like a predator. He got close enough and moved onto the bed. She watched him confused. He moved her hair from her face, gently caressing her cheek as he stared into her eyes. She got lost in his eyes and immediately became dazed as he moved towards her and connected their lips.

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She groaned the next morning and rolled over. She couldn't ignore the feeling of something heavy wrapped around her and as she cracked her eyes open she noticed the arm that connected to the naked tattooed body and everything from the night before came rushing back. She closed her eyes in confusion as she became aware of her lack of clothes. A sudden movement of kisses along her neck brought her back to the present. "What was last night?" She asked steadying her voice. He hummed against her neck. "I believe it's called love making." He said. She sighed. "Thats not what I meant and you know it. Please no word games." He sighed and pulled away. "That witch was right. Our souls call to eachother. I dont know why. But they do. And you messing up that spell wasn't a mistake. It was meant to happen. Even now I can hear your soul whispering to me. I havent heard that in a long time." He said. "So what does that mean?" She asked turning in his arms to face him. He met her gaze. "It means that we are two halves of a whole." He said moving her hair from her face. "What? Like soulmates?" He raised a brow. "I suppose you can call it that." He said. She lowered her eyes for a moment before looking back up into his. " does this mean you're no longer looking for a way back from where you came from?" He snorted and burrowed his head into her chest. "Oh love. I'm not going anywhere."

I fucking love this guy!

The sister •Ivar The Boneless•

Ivar walked side by side with Katia through the markets of Kiev silently as she smiled and greeted each and every merchant she passed with her breathtaking smile. He had been obsessed with her from the moment he'd laid his eyes on her. She looked exactly like Freydis had. But there was a clear difference. Where there was manipulation and obsession in Freydis, there was Geniune love and admiration in Katia. She told him the truth always. Even when it was something he didn't want to hear. And whilst he knew that Katia did not love him, she'd told him so on many occasions, she did treat him with such. And it only kept him captivated with her. And whilst Oleg was annoyed with Ivar's attentions to his wife, he was also a wise man and knew that it only kept him by his side. So he allowed it begrudgingly. And Katia enjoyed Ivar's touch and love. It was gentle and all consuming. Unlike Oleg's rough taking whenever and wherever he'd like. He treated Katia like property and a means to and end. Ivar treated her like a Goddess and worshipped the very land she walked on. So she was a selfish creature who continued to indulge. But as they rounded the corner into the town square, her eyes zeroed in on the two figures in the middle of the crowd surrounding them, swords clashing as they tangled themselves in mock battle. She stopped frozen in shock and Ivar only furrowed his brows as he stopped beside her. "Something the matter?" He asked. She took a deep breath and composed herself quickly, that serene smile finding its home back on her face. "No. No. Just surprised as all." She said still watching the two figures as the small one ducked under the larger ones sword at the last moment and swept their foot under the others, sending them flying into the dirt with a yell of pain and sending their sword flying out of reach. the small one pounced onto their opponents back, holding a dagger to the large ones throat and muttering something quickly causing them to cry out as their head was yanked back by the hair so the dagger had a clear place to rest at their throat. "I yield!" The small one let go roughly and jumped up, grabbing the discarded sword and sheathing it quickly as the gathered crowd cheered loudly. "You know them?" Katia gave him a coy look before making her way over to them. He followed after, the thumping of his crutch alerting the crowd who quickly parted for the two. "Sister!" Katia greeted happily and threw her arms around the woman who tensed under the touch as if it personally burned her. "Katia." She said stiffly. Katia only giggled as she pulled away. "Im sorry. I forgot you do not like to be embraced. It's been such a long time." The woman only gave a stiff nod and eyed Ivar who stood side by side with Katia as her equal. "This is Ivar Ragnarsson. He is Oleg's special guest here in Kiev." She said placing a gentle hand on Ivar's arm which made him blush instantly. The woman narrowed her eyes at the action and gave him a stiff nod as well. "Ivar, this is my little sister Tatiana." He nodded back at her studying her. She was Lithe and muscled slightly. Still nothing like the sheildmaidens back home. She was quite small and short. Her hair was raven black like Katia's but as the sun shined on it, it had almost a blue hue to it, her eyes were a Grey like a winter sky, rather than blue like Katia's and she had a wary air about her. As if always on alert. She was truly like nothing he'd ever seen before. And he could feel a stirring of something within him.

As Ivar walked with Igor to the great hall for dinner, the boy talked with his puppets about anything and everything and Ivar laughed along with him at his impression of Oleg. But the puppets were quickly forgotten once they turned the corner and Igor spotted Tatiana. He threw them down and ran towards her with vigor. "TATI!" He yelled as he barreled into her at high speed causing her to grunt. He wrapped his arms around her middle and crushed himself to her despite them almost being the same height. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Igor." She said softly. "I missed you!" The boy whined, almost sniffling as the fat tears rolled down his cheeks. "Shh. You're alright Igor. I'm here. And I've missed you too." She said soothingly. Ivar watched the two of them with a softeness in his eyes. He loved Igor as a son. And seeing him so affected by someone else was heartening to him. Igor had been stuck to him since they'd met. He'd been the only one the boy felt comfortable with. The only one he said he'd loved. And now he had someone else on his side. And Ivar was happy for the boy. It was clear he could trust Tatiana. And he debated telling Tatiana his plan now that he was witnessing what he was seeing. He tensed as Oleg entered and sneered at the scene. "Sit down boy! And stop your sniveling! You are a man! Act like one!" He shouted loudly. Which only caused Igors sniffles to turn to sobs as he clutched at Tatiana even harder. Which sent Oleg into a rage. He stormed over with his hand raised as to hit Igor but before Ivar could open his mouth, Igor was behind Tatiana, who's sword was now out and held to Olegs throat as he glared down into her eyes and swallowed thickly. Katia stood in the corner and watched the two of them face off with a look of worry on her face. She and Ivar locked eyes for only a few seconds in which she silently asked him to intervene. He took a step forward and Igor rushed to him, clutching onto his arm not holding his crutch, like it was a lifeline. "You dare to disrespect me in my own home Tatiana Volkov?" He spit. A smirk passed over the woman's lips. "I do. Oleg of Kiev. You will not touch another hair on that boys head as long as I live." "Things can be arranged." Oleg said nastily. Ivar quickly cleared his throat and Oleg backed up still eyeing the woman. She sheathed her sword and gave him one last glare before turning and stalking from the room. Oleg then turned his rage filled eyes towards Ivar and Igor. "Come. Dinner is served." He proclaimed before sitting down at the table. It was another moment before anyone else dared to move.

He watched her cut down man after man on the battle field with vigor, never slowing, never tiring, as if it was the easiest thing she'd ever been tasked with. If her steel armor did anything to slow her down, she didn't show it. She moved as if it weighed nothing even though he knew it was hefty and knew even the strongest of his men would complain about the load on their bodies. Blood ran down the shiny surfaces like rain dribbling off the leaves of the trees, only leaving a slight discoloration behind. Her black hair flew in the air with every move and force of strike from its high ponytail, the hair on the top of her scalp braided in to two wave like patterns, disappearing beneath the leather strap that held the rest of the straight and loose hair together as it spilled down her back. No one dared to come near Ivar on the battlefield, giving him a wide berth and choosing to fight his allies instead. A few brave men would approach and be quickly dispatched from the land of the living. Oleg was losing. And quickly. Anyone with eyes could see that. And the coward he was, he refused to fight with his army, preferring instead to sit upon his horse on top of a hill and watch the battle instead. And he could tell the man was not happy at all. It wasnt long before three horns in quick sucession were blown. The call to retreat. And the fighting ubruplty stopped, what was left of the Rus army retreating back the way they came. This time when he looked back at Tatiana, their eyes met. They regarded each other silently before Tatiana nodded at him and moved to disappear into their own army of men. She was truly a valkyrie.

That night when they'd come to the gates of Kiev, they were met with a single soldier. Swords were drawn but the man simply opened the gate and welcomed the army into their walls. His guard was up and so was Tatiana's. The two of them leading the army into the town's square where people were gathered and looking up at a tower to where Oleg stood, drunk and delivering a speech about God and loving thy neighbor. He scoffed loudly and Tatiana tightened her hold on her sword. Igor stepped beside the two of them and looked up at his uncle and his oppressor with a look of fear. Ivar handed him a bow and arrow after seeing it. "Its time for you to stop being a cripple. Eliminate that which holds you back." He said. Igor notched the bow and pulled the string back, suddenly calm. Oleg caught sight of him and called out. "NO! Igor! Not you!" But Igor only took a deep breath to steady himself and muttered "I am sorry." Before letting the arrow fly. It whizzed through the air and hit its Target, Olegs heart. And they watched as he gasped before collapsing. Tatiana gripped the boys shoulder in comfort and Ivar patted his back. Between the two of them, he stood strong and tall.

Katia watched the two of them from across the hall. Laughing and telling eachother tales of battle and drinking deeply from silver goblets of wine and ale. She smiled. She couldn't be happier seeing the two of them as close as they had become. She settled a hand on her belly as she observed. She would be taking over Olegs responsibility of ruling as regent as Igor was still too young to take his rightful place. And she was carrying an heir. Not Oleg's. No. Ivar's. And whilst she knew this would complicate things for her his and her sisters budding relationship, she would be honest with the both of them about what this meant. It didn't change anything for her and Ivar's relationship. It had been a convenient one. One of pleasure and admiration and nothing more. And whilst she would make sure everyone knew this child was Ivar's and that her child knew who their father was, she didn't want anything deeper with him. They did not love eachother. And she did not want another forced relationship like she'd had with Oleg. And she also didn't want to ruin her sisters happiness. Not when she'd finally found it after so long of being miserable and mistrusting. No. She would make her intentions very clear and hope it would not ruin anything. Because Katia didn't lie. And she wouldn't start now.

"Why are you both leaving me?! I don't understand!" Igor yelled as tears rolled down his face. Tatiana softly grabbed his cheeks and wiped them away as they fell. "It won't be forever little moon. We will come back. But there are things that Ivar and his brother must take care of and he's asked me to help them. Should I abandon them in their time of need?" She asked quietly. He sniffled and shook his head. "Then I must go." He shuddered as quiet sobs wracked him. "Swear to me!" He demanded. "Swear it on your sword!" She nodded to him "I swear it on my sword that I will return to you. We will return to you little moon." He crushed himself to her and she kissed his head as he soaked her dress with his tears. She looked at Ivar over his head with sadness and he returned a sad smile. It had to be done. No matter how much it was destroying them inside to leave.

It was done. Kattegat was won back. But Ivar The Boneless would not be the one sitting on the Throne. Hvitserk Ragnarsson would. Ivar The Boneless had been killed in the battle along with his wife Tatiana. Atleast that is what everyone thought. Should anyone dig up their graves in the English countryside, they would be empty. A ploy. And if anyone had looked close enough during the burial ceremony, they would've seen the knowing smile on King Alfred's face, small, but there as the night before he'd helped to smuggle the two out of England and back on their way to the Rus. He bowed his head in prayer as a sacrifice was made to the pagan gods. But he prayed for their safe return to where they would now call home. Not to the place they called Valhalla.

Igor raced out of the castle and towards Ivar and Tatianna as they dismounted their horse, her helping him to the ground and to steady himself. She barely turned when a force barreled into her at full force, nearly knocking her to the ground. She grunted loudly as she was clutched to a taller Igor. "You've gotten taller little moon." She said as she embraced him. He was nearly taller than her now at age 13. He only clutched her tighter to him. Ivar snorted from behind them. "What am I? Fish guts?" He jokingly taunted. Igor released her and immediately slammed into Ivar, Causing his knees to buckle slightly and he gripped the crutch tightly to keep himself from falling. He laughed and wrapped his free arm around the boys shoulders. "I've missed you both." Igor whispered. "We've missed you too, son." He said softly. Igor snapped his head up and looked at him with awe. "You mean it?!" He asked. "If you'll have us." Ivar replied with a smile. "Of course!" Igor replied squeezing Ivar tighter "Father." And then looking over to Tatiana. "Mother." She teared up happily for the first time in a very long time. "Come on you two. It's cold. Let's go inside. Don't want to catch our deaths hmm?" She asked. Igor let go of Ivar and began to lead them into the castle, talking happily and animatedly about everything they missed whilst they were gone. Ivar entwined their hands as they walked side by side behind Igor into their new and final home. "Oh and Katia will be happy to see you both! Alexei has been quite the handful! He's always into something!" Igor sprouted off. Tatianna snorted and looked to Ivar. "Hes definitely your son then!" Ivar raised a brow. "I would expect nothing less from any son of mine. Look at Igor." They both smiled and Igor turned to both of them with a grin that could rival the sun's rays. Yes. They were both home.