Parallel: when You Can’t Help But “falling” In Love

Inspired by "When we eclipse"

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Pyrlig’s Spy (Sihtric x black!reader)

Summary: Father Pyrlig is your adoptive father and raised you as his own in the church. You had became a spy for King Alfred and now became a spy for his successor, Prince Edward. Father Pyrlig asks you to help Uhtred to take down Cnut and you hesitantly agreed.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes (oral sex - fem receiving), minors DNI, this is a long one sorry not sorry

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Uhtred went to Durham to rest his men and buy some time to figure out what to do next. As of now, him and his men were traitors to the Saxon crown. He will forever be tethered to Wessex and the Saxons. All he ever wanted for this life was to reclaim his birthright to Bebbangburg. Without an army, there was no way he could take back Bebbanburg.

“Lord,” Finan says, nudging his head in the direction of a familiar face. Uhtred’s face fell when he saw Father Pyrlig sitting at a table, reading the scroll in his hands. Uhtred stands from his table and Finan follows.

“You plan on telling Edward where I am, Father?” Uhtred asks, snapping Pyrlig out of his thoughts. “Uhtred,” he says, closing his scroll and tucking it back into his satchel. “No, I’m here on other business.” “Is that right? And what business may that be, Father? A whorehouse?” Finan teases, making Uhtred chuckle.

You heard the tail end of the conversation and didn’t like what you heard. “Mind your tongue, Dane.” You say from behind him, rounding the table. You wore a cloak with a deep hood, making it nearly impossible to reveal your features to the men before you. “Not a Dane,” Finan corrects.

“And who might you be?” Uhtred asks. “None of your business,” you snap. By this point, Osferth and Sihtric were by Uhtred’s side and Father Pyrlig stands to mediate. “Easy boys. This is my adoptive daughter, Y/N. She can be protective.” He explained. “Daughter?” It’s okay to show yourself. They are friends.” He adds.

You waited a moment before pulling back your hood as you looked at the group. “She’s beautiful,” Osferth whispers to Sihtric, warranting an elbow to his stomach. “She has a sharp tongue,” Uhtred says in a amusement. “She has a sharp sword to match,” you snark.

“Y/N, play nice.” Pyrlig states, your gaze softening when you looked at him. “It’s good to see you, Father. I have news.” You start, not wanting to debrief him in front of strangers. Sihtric in particular caught your attention, his darkened gaze awakened something in you no one else did in a long time.

“Do you trust them?” You ask Father Pyrlig. “With my life,” “Very well. There’s much to discuss. We should go somewhere private.” You stated.

**

Since the day you first met Sihtric in Durham, he’s creeped his way into your head. You can still see his gaze when your eyes are closed. Even when you are under another man, all you could think about was how it would feel to be under him.

Your cover was being a healer for the Danes. Thankfully Haesten has taken a liking to you, which further protected you in your cover. You spaced out your visits to Durham to brief Father Pyrlig to avoid suspicion. Uhtred and his men were stationed there until you gave them the window to attack and take over Cnut’s army.

You were training with Pyrlig when you felt eyes on you. You looked over your shoulder to see Sihtric glancing over at you while he brushed his horse. Pyrlig nudged you with the back of his sword, causing you to stumble. “Eyes up,” he instructs. You turn your attention back to training and crouched down into defensive position.

“Why do you stare at her and don’t say anything?” Osferth asks, brushing his own horse. “I.. always find myself at a loss for words whenever she’s near.” “What worries you, Sihtric? That she may not like you?” Sihtric spares him a glance, brushing the hay off his horse and walking to where Finan and Uhtred were sitting.

“She’s captivated by you, Sihtric.” Osferth states. “Drop it, Osferth.” He states. “Drop what?” Uhtred asks. “Nothing, lord.” Osferth spares Sihtric a glance and follows his gaze to you walking back to your hut for a bath.

Uhtred, Osferth and Finan turned in for the night. Sihtric decided to stay up late, hoping to catch you before bed. You were walking back from talking to Father Pyrlig when Sihtric caught your eye. He takes a sip of his ale and held your gaze. You’ve had enough of the stares and no talking. Your legs had a mind of its own as they strided over Sihtric.

“Is there something you wish to tell me?” You asked. “N-no, my Lady.” “Something keeping you awake?” You asked after a lengthy pause. “I’m afraid so,” “Would you want some company then?” His cheeks reddened at your words and he set down his cup. “How do you mean, my lady?”

You didn’t respond to his question. Instead, you pulled off your cloak and loosened the ties on your dress. His eyes fell to your the swells of your breasts before meeting your gaze. You gathered your cloak in your hands, walking up the steps to your hut.

You tossed the cloak on the table and pulled your gown off so your entire back was exposed before closing the door. You placed the gown on the table next to your cloak, smoothing your hands over your night gown. Sihtric contemplates what he should do next.

He hears a small voice in his head. It’s Finan’s voice saying, “Move it or lose it, idiot.” He stands from the table and made his way to your hut. He opens the door to see you sitting on your bed patiently for him. He closes the door behind him but doesn’t move from his spot in front of the door.

“Do you.. like me, Sihtric?” “Yes, I do.” “Well it doesn’t seem like it,” you stood from the bed and you could see the confliction behind his eyes. “What’s holding you back? Is it another woman?” You ask as you slowly walk around him. “No, my Lady. I am unmarried,” he answers.

“Mm, then what is it?” “You make me nervous like a young boy and his first crush. I.. can never think straight when you’re around.” “Do you wish for me to leave?” “No, lady.” “It’s Y/N,” your face was now inches from his but you only met him half way. “Y/N,” he whispers against your lips and you hummed softly.

He pushed his anxious thoughts from his head for a split second and pressed his lips to yours. He pulled away for a moment, holding your chin to deepen the kiss. Your hands fell to his biceps, take a step backward to lead him to the bed.

You pulled away from his lips and held his gaze as you sat on the bed, pulling him close by his belt. His hands covered yours, smiling at your confused expression. He pulls off his armor and shed his tunic and weapons onto the floor soon after.

He follows your lips until you laid down on your back, kissing your passionately and warmly. Taking the bottom of your night gown and lifting it over your hips. He pressed a peck to your lips before moving south, propping your legs on his shoulders.

A soft sigh leaves your lips when he licks up the stripe of your folds, lingering on your clit. He laps up your juices and circles your clit softly with the tip of tongue. You gently rolled your hips against him, groaning when his beard scratch brushed your folds. “P-please,”

He nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before taking the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking harshly at it. Your eyes rolled back, the arch in your back deepening. “Fuck, Sihtric. That feels so- oh,” he suctions and kitten licks at your clit, following the pearl with every motion of your hips, not stopping until he felt your body seize.

One of your hands gripped the sheets and the other rested on the back of his head. Your eyes screwed shut when your legs shook along with your orgasm. He pulls away from your legs, kissing your neck and rubbing his knee against your throbbing clit.

He swallowed your quiet sobs and whimpers. “Would you like me to do that again?” He asks, you moaned at the taste of your salty essence. “Is that a yes?” You held the side of his face when he moves to go back between your legs. “I-if you do that, I’ll fall unconscious before you can hump me,” you explained.

“I’d much rather lick you again, lady.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your palm but he waits for you to nod before returning to his place between your legs. You never met a man that enjoyed giving you pleasure, let alone seek your pleasure before his. He could tell you were close to another orgasm from the intense shaking on your legs.

He kitten licks as quick as his tongue allowed. You twisted your body away from him but he wrapped his arms around your hips. You chanted his name through your orgasm, whining when he doesn’t pull away from your cunt. “No more. Gods, please!” You cried out from the overstimulation.

He pressed a kiss to your cunt before pulling away once again. He gathered you in his arms and cradling your body as you laid on his chest, smiling proudly when he sees your eyes fluttering closed.

“Lord Uhtred suggested I become a spy for him as well. Pretend to offer my sword to Cnut.” He breaks the silence, dragging his finger tips up your back. “Have you ever been a spy before?” You asked, slowly peeling your eyes open. “No,” “Then you have to be very careful,” “You worry for me already, lady?” He jokes. “Things can go wrong very fast so just promise me you’ll be careful,” you explain, holding his gaze.

“I promise,” you sighed when he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I haven’t heard Lord Uhtred talking about sending another spy,” you pondered, noticing his heart race in his chest. “It was your idea wasnt it?” You lifted your head from his chest and sat up next to him.

His heart continued to race when he saw a look of amusement in your eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he defends, his eyes never leaving yours as you straddle his waist. “Mm, looks like you need something to jog your memory,”

**

You gave Sihtric basic pointers on how to not give yourself away as spy. But all of that went out of the window when he noticed how bold Haesten was. How his hand lingers on your waist and slides down below your lower back. One night, you spent the entire night on Haesten’s lap to make up for Sihtric’s staring.

In your cover, you were only attracted to Haesten and that was one thing that came to mind. Sihtric wanted to break Haesten’s neck at the sight.

But no matter how hard you tried to divert attention from Sihtric, he was caught listening to Cnut’s conversation with Haesten and Bloodhair. “Seem like we have a traitor in our midst,” Bloodhair says, dragging Sihtric from outside their tent to the center of the ground for every to see, including you.

“Oh no,” you said to yourself. “Behold! An eavesdropper! Chances are he works for the Saxon scum, King Alfred! He wishes to tell him of our plans! Whatever should we do with him?” The camp circles around as Bloodhair forced Sihtric to his knees. “Kill him!” One man said, others murmured in agreement.

Bloodhair sheaths his sword and your heart sank in your chest. “Have him fight for his freedom!” You announced, moving closer to the crowd. “He doesn’t deserve that! Kill him!” “He is still a Dane,” “A Dane that betrayed his own people for the Saxons is hardly a Dane,”

You sighed, watching as Sihtric glares up at Bloodhair. “She’s right. He’s still a Dane.” Brida tells Cnut. “Have him fight for his freedom. But not now. We need to make a new plan.” Cnut tells Bloodhair. He grips the back of Sihtric’s collar and pushed him through the crowd.

“Bind him and keep his mouth shut,” Bloodhair tells his guards. You walked back to your healer tent, not wanting anyone to see your relief that Sihtric is still breathing. “Why did you defend him?” Your heard Haesten ask from behind you.

You turned to face him and he closed the space between you. “I’m.. not like you guys. I heal people, I don’t kill them. I don’t like seeing death either.” It was a lie obviously. This wasnt your first spy mission He stared at you a moment and you looked at him with sad eyes. “You’re too pure for a place like this, love.” He finally says, holding your face in his hands.

“Come by my tent tonight?” He questions, but you took it as a statement. “Okay,” he nudges his nose against yours before pulling away from you. You returned to your tent, never glancing in Sihtric’s direction. You kept an ear out for when the supposed fight but it never came.

It was close to sunset and you decided to take your chance. You tucked your knife under your gown as you made your way to the stables to get your horse. You brought it the edge of the the forest line, letting it feed on the grass there.

You waited until most of the men were eating or talking amongst themselves to approached the tent that Sihtric was held in. Two guards were outside the tent. You took the knife from his clapped a hand over one’s mouth and slit his throat. Dragging him behind the tent, you waited until the remaining guard rounded the corner.

He gripped his neck as you severed his corrotid. You glanced around before entering the tent, pressing your index finger to your lips when Sihtric’s eyes cut to yours. You quickly cut through his bindings and cut a hole through the back of the tent.

You peeked your head through the hole you made and ran like hell towards your horse. Brida caught movement in the corner of her eye, her jaw clenched when she saw you and Sihtric running towards the forest. “The traitors are getting away! Archers, kill them!” Brida orders.

Some archers rushed to their horses. You and Sihtric already mounted your horse. You took the reigns into your hands, turn the horse to move south when you felt a pinch on your arm. “Ah, fuck!” You looked down to see an arrow piercing straight through your arm.

“Y/N,” Sihtric says worryingly. You snapped the reigns and your horse dashed through the forest. You and Sihtric ducked to avoid anymore arrows while your arm throbs. When you cut through a path and lose the archers, your adrenaline slowly dwindled away and the pain took over.

“We should stop. Get you help.” He suggests. “We can’t. We need to keep moving. It’s fine as long as the arrow is still in my arm. The second you take it out, the bleeding will worsen.” “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.” “Stop that. Just.. hold me until we get to Durham.”

He nods in agreement, wrapping his arms around your and took the reigns into his hands. He places a kiss behind your ear. The peace of the forest, your horse’s soft clicks of her footsteps and chirps of the birds calmed your nerves. You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning further into Sihtric’s chest and thoroughly enjoying his warmth. “Why did you sacrifice the cover you’ve built for weeks, to save me?” He asks after a few paces of silence.

“I’ve seen enough death for a lifetime.. I didn’t intend to see another.” You explained softly. He cupped your chin and turned your face until you were looking over your shoulder. He rested his forehead on your, brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

“Thank you,” he pressed his lips to yours, humming into the kiss. “You saw what Haesten did, didn’t you?” You asked with a pained laugh. “I wanted to break his hands. You’re mine. Not his.” you let out another laugh, wincing when your arm flexed unintentionally. “So I take it, my cover was convincing?” He hummed in response, kissing behind your ear again.

“aemond is evil hypocritical and insane in the book” what if completely and utterly abandoning the cause he dedicated his entire life towards the second an evil witch milf walked into the room was the realest thing anyone in that family has ever done

I did not ask for this. To be plagued by these feelings. Being driven to distraction every time you enter the room.

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I've already posted about this before, but there is something so intimate and sweet about the riders all living on the Edge for a year.

Before RTTE they've been slowly drifting apart. After the end of Riders and Defenders of Berk Hiccup is still leading searches to the farthest corners of the archipelago with his friends, looking for whatever dragons they haven't discovered yet. One by one they found jobs within the tribe and stopped coming on those expeditions. Eventually, even Astrid finds a different calling.

But when Dagur came back, Hiccup needed them to help stop him. And, somewhat reluctantly, they agreed. They planned on heading out and stopping him, not staying away from Berk. But then Dagur got away and they found the dragon eye.

Hiccup realizes that he's gonna have to spend some time away from Berk exploring and fighting Dagur, and he doesn't want to have to do it alone. And he doesn't have to.

They're all right there with him, just like they used to be in Riders and Defenders of Berk. They're a team again, but they're rusty and they need to learn how to work with each other and fight alongside each other like they used to.

When they find the Edge, it is an empty island. They design it together, and they build it on their own from the ground up.

They build their huts and the stables and the clubhouse from the ground up together, and they make the banners that hang in the common spaces together, and they carve the dragon figures that sit on top of each building together, and they paint the walls of the buildings and landing decks together. Those little details make Dragon's Edge their home.

Over the course of a little over a year, they become a family. They become familiar with everything about each other, from their major traits to the tiniest idiosyncrasies.

They know what time the others wake up, and their favorite foods and colors.

They make breakfast and dinner for each other and they make sure that the dragons are fed and taken care of.

They sleep in the clubhouse some nights just to be together.

They bandage each other's wounds and they always have someone to talk to when they feel lonely.

They know how to read each other's emotions, can tell when it's a bad day for someone, and know how to cheer them up.

They can tell the sounds of their footsteps apart from each other as they make their way down to the clubhouse in the morning.

They see each other before they are fully awake. When their hair is messy and their minds are still foggy.

They stay up late talking and forget to sleep.

They have an endless slew of little inside jokes and know each other's habits intrinsically.

They hear each other humming when they think no one can hear them and have memorized the others' laughs.

They get on each other's nerves and push each other's buttons in the way that only family can.

Because by the end of the year, that's exactly what they are.

📂📂📂📂idc what u write about i just want some elippo angst !! cause i love being in pain!

The first time Elia and Filippo break up, it’s about ten months into their.. whatever. The whatever is because Filippo absolutely refuses to label what they have as a relationship or a friendship or even a hookup-manship. Elia exists solely as his… well as Elia. And he’s content with the whatever it is, as it stands. No rules, no exclusivity, nothing to add weight to the idea of permanence, of ownership. He’s perfectly content to ride out their intense connection for as long as they can as is.

Elia thought he was fine with that for a long time. He was delighted that he could have Filippo whenever he wanted, but also felt no pressure to refrain from experimenting, to see and flirt and kiss pretty girls and pretty boys whenever he wanted. It also didn’t hurt that often he and Filippo were in it together, pointing out pretty young things for the other to seduce. A sort of modern romantic game.

But then the weeks and months pass, and Elia is now spending more time in Filippo’s bed than his own. His phone is now full of silly pictures of Filippo and texts to Filippo and texts about Filippo and well-

Elia is tired of this nebulous thing. 

It’s easy to him. He wants Filippo and he hasn’t wanted anyone else for a long time. (To be quite honest, he doesn’t think that he’s ever really wanted anyone else since meeting him.)

So he begins to broach the topic of a real, real relationship. First as a joke when they’re both drunk off their asses and climbing each other on the bed (”just think, this could be yours and only yours… what do you say?”) The next time is over a random text conversation (”I was thinking we could do like a couples vacation with Martinico?”) 

Finally, Elia brings out the big guns. He dresses nicely and cooks a good dinner with all of Filippo’s favorite things (things he knows because believe it or not, he knows almost everything about Filippo and he knows Filippo knows all of this about him too). He opens wine and lets is breathe and greets a wary Filippo with a kiss when he walks through the door.

It takes almost every ounce of courage in Elia to do it. To air all of his wants and dreams and hopes for them as a couple on the table. To look intimidating, strong Filippo in the eye and know that he might be costing himself the greatest relationship he’s ever had. But he does it because he knows that they could be so much more than they are. The same, but stronger. Better. 

So he lays it all out. 

And Filippo remains silent. Wine glass clenched in his hands, coffee-brown eyes averted. When he finally does speak, his voice is hoarse and simple, “I can’t… I can’t do this. We work just how we are. Don’t complicate things. Please, Elia. Just leave it alone.”

Elia thinks he can hear his heart actually break. He wonders if Filippo can hear it too. 

But the thing is, he loves Filippo more than he ever thought he could love anyone, but he also knows that he can’t do this anymore. He can’t bask in this relationship, immerse himself in this love, if Filippo already had one foot out the door.

So Elia sniffs, and gently gets up from the table and walks out the door. 

My two loves currently. x