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Vikings ask who is hvitserk favourite brother

If we’re talking about Hvitserk from my fic “I’m not okay”, then I wanna say it’s a tie between Ubbe and Ivar for very different reasons.

I say this because I highly doubt it would be Sigurd, he tends to get on his nerves (along with all of his other brothers) due to his relentless jokes, and hurtful comments at the expense of his younger brother. I also doubt it would be Bjorn, he was much older then them when they were growing up, he also had a different mother who didn’t want him around Ragnar’s second wife, so he didn’t spend much time with his half-siblings as they were growing, of course he saw them occasionally and he spent time with them after Ivar’s accident but, that doesn’t really give them the time to grow a bond like what he would have with them, not like they already had with eachother.

Ubbe in “I’m not okay” is definitely more of a father figure disguised as a big brother to him, someone he can rely on to look out for him, as well as give him knowledge or advice to help him in any situation.

Ivar in “I’m not okay” is still the baby of the family, and especially after his accident Hvitserk became very protective of him, making sure anyone who messed with him was dealt with accordingly, and always being around in case he needed him, even if that meant annoying the every loving fuck out of him. Ivar definitely holds a very special place in his heart.

In the show however (and personal opinion) I would outright say Ubbe is his favourite brother, I mean he basically tells both idunn as well as thora that Ubbe is the brother he loves the most. Not to mention he kinda says it himself in 6b. He’s lost, and sad whenever the two aren’t together, just based on what the tv series shows us I wanna say that Ubbe is definitely his favourite in the show. While you could argue he loved Ivar more in the show, I think Hvitserk and Ivar are more platonic soulmates, bound to eachother in a way the two of them can’t seem to comprehend, whether they like it or not.

With season 2 of HOTD coming up. Let's remember the following :

Do not send hate / r@pe / de@th threats to the actor's, they are just doing their jobs. ( Just like the worker at the check-out register is doing their's. )

Do not send hate / r@pe / d@ath threats to other members of the fandom because you have a different opinion ( liking a team and or character, on horrific events, etc. )

This is all fake. It's a fictional TV show. None of it is real. ( Let's say this again for those who cannot hear me ) NONE 👏 OF 👏 IT 👏 IS 👏 REAL 👏

The actor's are not their character's. ( Example ) Tom and Ewan ARE NOT Aegon and Aemond. Tom and Ewan are REAL PEOPLE you can see on the street. Aegon and Aemond are people you ONLY SEE IN THE TV SHOW / BOOKS.

Real People v.s. Fictional Character's

There is no shame in simping / lusting over a character / actor in that role and still acknowledge their faults. You can be like "Tom is hot as Aegon, but I can still acknowledge that Aegon is a bad person in the TV Show and done some truly bad things." or "Matt Smith is so hot as Daemon, but I can still acknowledge that Daemon has done some bad things."

Are we all good? Great! ENJOY YOUR FAV HOT TARGARYEN / HIGHTOWER / VELARYON / STARK / WHOEVER WHEN THE SEASON COMES OUT.

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Tagging all the HOTD fans I know on here..

@lovelykhaleesiii

@fragileheartbeats

@nightvers

@zaldritzosrose

@lady-ashfade

@cayenne1

@youraverageaemondsimp

𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern!ivar x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || Hvitserk finds out that his best friend from college, is in an abusive relationship. With no room at his apartment he asks his brother ivar, to let her use the empty room in his until she gets back on her feet.

fanfic 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

parts || 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼 || 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 || part 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || part 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || part 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || part 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || part 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 || part 𝘀𝗶𝘅 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗻

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

↳ 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 || 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘆

↳ 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗺 𝗶 ? || my name is liza, i am 23 years old, I go by she/her pronouns and I am a raging homosexual.

↳ 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 || some of the works may contain triggering content to viewers, it will be specified in the description, of the work in my masterlist, as well as in the warnings on the top of each post. If you are easily triggered, I recommend maybe not reading those stories :)

↳ 𝗱𝗼 𝗜 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 ? || as of right now yes! I will write what you guys want me to write about, with characters you want (if I know who they are of course.) My asks are open and you will remain anonymous, so feel free to leave a request. (I will write for plus size readers, poc readers and lgbtq+ readers)

↳ 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 || normal publishing days for my works, will be the first and last day of each month. Unless, I finish my works early then, they will be published on the day of completion.

↳ 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 || I will not be writing about underage relationships, incest, pedophilia, necrophilia, etc.

↳ 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 || this blog is a safe space for anyone, who happens to come across it. People who cannot treat others with kindness, and respect them will be blocked. I will not be putting up with any hatred or bullying of any kind (This includes things like: homophobia, transphobia, sexism, racism and any other kind of hatred)

↳ 𝟭𝟴+ || this blog is 18+, I would ask you all to respect that however, I know that not everyone cares and will read it anyway. As a result, I will be blocking minors/ people who I think are minors, nothing personal I just know first hand, what the effects of being introduced to explicit content can do at too early of an age.

𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!

𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘

↳ 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1K+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || the back story of ivar and y/n before they met eachother.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || car accident, driving under the influence, trauma, ptsd, domestic abuse, violence, swearing

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern ivar x female reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this fanfic will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you want to be tagged, feel free to let me know.

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

The reputation of the Ragnarsson family was widely recognized; Ragnar and his second wife Aslaug ran the largest law firm in Kattegat. Their sons Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar held considerable influence at school. They were the envy of guys and the desire of girls, despite being known as players. Interestingly, Ivar was the only one who didn't show off about it.

Ivar cherished his solitude, but don't be fooled by that; just because he valued his privacy didn't mean he wasn't as mischievous as his brothers when it came to the ladies. To be honest, the attention made him feel like royalty.

However, everything changed one fateful night. At the age of 16, he made a life-altering decision to get into a car with his best friend, who was clearly too intoxicated to drive. Despite Ivar being equally under the influence, in his drunken state, he thought it was a brilliant idea.

It wasn't until he woke up in the hospital, surrounded by his family sleeping in chairs around his bed, that he realized the gravity of the situation. When he asked his mother about the events, tears threatened to fall as he learned they had collided with another vehicle while under the influence, and he was the sole survivor. To make matters worse, the doctor later mentioned that the injuries sustained could lead to permanent paraplegia, a devastating blow that required a waiting period for confirmation.

Aslaug, driven by a mother's love, observed the profound impact on her child when the doctor disclosed his condition. She sprang into action, ensuring he received top medical care, appropriate medications, and the best treatment money could provide. The accident altered him significantly, a transformation that was clear to his entire family.

They put in the work, but Ivar wasn't satisfied with just "enough."

Although he should have felt content about regaining the ability to walk, it came at a price. He now relied on leg braces, crutches, and occasionally his wheelchair if he walked for extended periods. The wheelchair symbolized weakness to him, serving as a constant reminder of that fateful night.

The memories of that traumatic night lingered, fueling the PTSD that tormented his mind. The vivid nightmares haunted him to the point where even after waking up in distress, he struggled to differentiate between reality and the horrors of his dreams.

It didn't just end there, no. Why would it? He transitioned from the popular, bad boy, player that everyone desired or aspired to be, to the furious, aggressive individual that everyone avoided. Even Ivar noticed the transformation, witnessing the sympathetic gazes from classmates, the murmurs behind his back, and the shift of attention from girls who once sought him to now shunning the "poor cripple" brother. So, he disregarded their fear of his newfound anger; in his view, being feared surpassed being pitied.

At that moment, he decided to live the rest of his life in seclusion, filled with anger, aggression, and a vow to never reveal his emotions to anyone except family.

After all, you can't get hurt if you don't let anyone in.

When college rolled in, Hvitserk crossed paths with Y/n. To be frank, he wasn't exactly on the lookout for a friend when he spotted her. In fact, his initial words to her were, "Has anyone ever mentioned that you resemble a goddess?" he quipped.

Her response was a gentle giggle that he found endearing, but what truly surprised him was her comeback.

“Nice one, I mean really excellent line. How many other girls have fallen for that?" she retorted with a smirk of her own.

From that moment forward, he truly got to know her, Y/n became his best friend. She was his go-to for girl advice, the one he turned to for family rants, the one who never judged or steered him wrong. Y/n had even met his mother and older brother Ubbe. Meeting Ubbe was a piece of cake as he was quite friendly, but his mother was a whole different experience.

Hvitserk was pleasantly surprised by his mother's newfound affection for the girl, convinced that she could make her a daughter-in-law somehow. Despite Hvitserk's attempts to reason with his mother that it was unlikely, Aslaug remained convinced saying “it was written in the stars.” His mother did always seem to have a supernatural ability to perfectly predict the future, so who knows maybe it would happen twenty years down the line.

Y/n had been one of the few dependable people in Hvitserk's life until she met her boyfriend Lucas. Initially understanding of her shifting priorities in a new relationship, Hvitserk grew concerned as Y/n gradually distanced herself completely. She stopped joining him for movie nights, avoided him in public, and ceased responding to his calls and texts.

He knew her better than anyone else, and this behavior wasn't like her at all. She used to be a social butterfly, always texting, calling, and visiting him. Her sudden change scared the hel out of him. He confided in his mother, who advised him to give her some space.

His mother suggested that maybe she was going through something and needed time to deal with it on her own. Despite his instincts telling him otherwise, he decided to trust his mother's advice. In the end, he would realize that he should have listened to his gut; it was a decision he would regret not making sooner.

next part ➵

hi Could you put me on the I'm not ok tag list please??? I love your story btw 💖

Awe thank you so much, I’m glad you like it and yes of course I can

𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄…. 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘

Guess who’s 1) finally got out of her writers block and 2) finally has time to write and 3) doesn’t have a bunch of shit going left in her life…. THIS GIRL!!!

Which means I’m Not Okay (part three is coming soon to an account near you) I’m half way finished writing part three, so let me know if you would like to be tagged in part three!

𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘

↳ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1.4k+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || Ivar’s work stress causes him to yell at someone on the phone, which triggers y/n’s ptsd.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || yelling, mentions of bruises, crying, ptsd.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern ivar x reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask.

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

regular pov:

The drive to Ivar's apartment was silent, not an uncomfortable silence, but rather a calming one for her. Y/n realized she would need to embrace the quiet, recalling the time Hvitserk told her about Ivar's preference for solitude compared to her sociable nature.

Y/n’s mind had been racing the whole drive, she couldn’t help it. She was scared, terrified she’d end up right back to square one, and although on a subconscious level she knew if Hvitserk trusted Ivar with her, then he knew she wasn’t in any danger. It’s just, once those thoughts start it’s hard to make them stop. She had to really sit there, her eyes closed and internally repeat to herself, “I’m safe with Ivar, He isn’t going to hurt me.”

It wasn’t until she opened her eyes, and bravely looked over at him, only to see they were stopped at a red light, and that he was slightly smiling at her. This funny enough was what reassured her that staying with Ivar was safe, allowing her mind to finally find peace.

Upon arriving at his apartment, Ivar led y/n to a beautifully decorated room, though not her usual style, she chose not to voice any complaints. After a moment of silence between the two, Ivar took the hint and excused himself to start preparing dinner.

Ivar, was not known for his culinary skills but, decided to cook a meal for both of them, opting for a basic recipe y/n found online. Despite it not being gourmet, he figured the effort and thought behind the meal would count more than its taste.

Y/n unpacked her stuff and laid back on the queen size bed, after about a half an hour ivar called y/n for dinner, after repeating himself several times he got annoyed, thinking the girl was ignoring him he went into the room, only to see the girl passed out on the bed.

He smiled to himself at how peaceful she looked like this, he then grabbed a blanket and draped it over her body. He walked back out and ate alone before going to bed himself, as he laid in bed he thought about y/n, how approach having her here and how to make her comfortable, he knew that if he didn’t Hvitserk would have an absolute fit and, that’s not something ivar wanted to deal with.

Y/n awoke feeling completely refreshed and cozy. A sense of calm washed over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a while. As she sat up, she noticed a blanket draped over her that she didn't remember grabbing. After stretching, she made her way into the living room.

Having not explored the apartment the night before, she took in the modern yet simply decorated space, a style she found herself drawn to. Wanting to show her gratitude to Ivar for her stay, she decided to whip up a breakfast of bacon, French toast, and coffee. She got to work swiftly in the kitchen.

Ivar awoke to a delightful aroma filling the apartment, accompanied by soft music drifting through the air. After getting out of bed and grabbing his crutches, he made his way to the kitchen. Stepping into the spacious room, he found y/n cooking and dancing around with joy, a sight that he couldn't help but find adorable and carefree. A grin naturally spread across his face as he relished this side of you.

He appreciated this carefree and happy version of you, contrasting with the timid and reserved girl he had encountered the day before. Leaning against the nearby wall, the thud of his shoulder meeting the surface caused y/n to swiftly turn around to face him.

"Oh, umm, I apologize if I woke you up. I just wanted to express my gratitude for letting me stay here. My mom always believed that a homemade meal brings everyone joy , so..." she murmured softly as he approached.

"Don't apologize, you didn't wake me. I'm an early riser anyway. What's cooking?" He inquired before settling onto one of the seats at the island.

"French toast, bacon, and coffee are my go-to breakfast favorites. If you're not a fan, I can whip up something else for you," she responded with a bashful smile.

"No, that's perfect. What you've prepared sounds absolutely delicious," he assured her with a smile.

Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at him as he settled down, engrossed in his phone. He was undeniably attractive, clad only in black sweatpants that revealed his muscled torso adorned with intricate black ink. Every tattoo seemed to captivate her; she found them all stunning and impeccably positioned.

She plated his meal and served him, handing him his coffee along with all the fixings so he could customize it to his liking. She opted for this approach to avoid any mishaps with his coffee that might upset him. She had learned her lesson when she attempted to get Lucas’s coffee order right, that hadn’t ended all that well for her. They sat together in silence, enjoying their meal, while y/n's thoughts wandered freely.

It was a reasonable concern, given all the stories Hvitserk had shared about Ivar. She was aware of his temper but believed he would never harm a woman. Despite this, she couldn't shake off her fear. Having experienced the brutality of a stronger man firsthand for some time now, she was determined to ensure her own safety. Meeting Ivar just the day before, her knowledge of him was limited to what Hvitserk had disclosed, which wasn't much due to his respect for his brother's privacy.

After breakfast, y/n was washing the dishes while Ivar sat in the living room, engaged in a phone call discussing the need for the higher-ups to "get their shit together." She was aware that he primarily worked from home, only occasionally having to go into the office due to his role being one of said higher-ups. Understanding that his work was not her concern, she proceeded to dry and put away the dishes.

Within minutes, the shouting began, causing her to freeze in place. She instinctively shut her eyes, as if a movie started playing behind her eyelids. Vivid memories surfaced, recalling all the instances when Lucas would raise his voice at her, each violent outburst leading to even more distressing situations.

As Ivar was yelling over the missing money from one of their accounts, y/n found herself trapped in her own distressing thoughts, her hands trembling and breathing becoming erratic.

Feeling overwhelmed, she abandoned the dishes, retreated to her room, gathered some toiletries, and made her way to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower.

Seated on the shower floor, with the water cascading over her head, she curled up in a fetal position, shaking and crying while attempting to regulate her breathing. The deep breaths caused pain, especially from the sizable bruise on her ribcage. She tried to stifle her sobs, not wanting Ivar to hear them, she knew it wasn’t his fault she reacted this way, and she knew he wasn’t angry at her but, she was finding it hard to rationalise that in her mind.

It would appear her mind couldn’t comprehend that Ivar wasn’t going to hurt her, y/n hadn’t realized until now just how much Lucas had messed up it’s her mind, she couldn’t believe she had ended up in that type of relationship, she had always thought she’d be stronger than that. Y/n guessed that Lucas had taken advantage of her overly kind nature, using it to manipulate her over time, and that made her feel even more upset. Just like that, the sobs started up again and even harder then before.

After ending the call, Ivar was visibly furious, rising from the couch and flinging his phone onto a cushion before glancing towards the kitchen. The sink still held a stack of clean dishes, but y/n was nowhere to be seen not that he minded.

Contrary to his expectations, he hadn't anticipated her doing the dishes; in fact, he had offered to take care of them after their meal. It was y/n who insisted on handling the chore, stating, "It's only fair since I made the mess." Now, she had disappeared without a trace. Being the inquisitive man he was, Ivar set out to find her, checking her room first, then moving on to his own, which was usually off-limits. If she had chosen to explore the spacious apartment, he wouldn't be as hard on her as he would’ve been with anyone else.

Having no luck in the other spare rooms, he explored the loft apartment he had all to himself. The vast space was both delightful and profoundly isolating for him. He cherished the roominess but couldn't shake off the feeling of loneliness it accentuated. As his mother would say “What good was wealth if you couldn't share it with someone?”

Eventually, he reached the bathroom. The sound of running water led him to believe she was simply preparing for the day ahead. As he started to move away from the door, faint yet unmistakable sobs reached his ears from inside.

Initially puzzled by the sudden onset of her distress, he recalled her behavior when Hvitserk raised his voice in her apartment the previous day. Despite her initial shyness, she had appeared content this morning. It was only then that he realized his actions had led to her current state.

Ivar had caused many people cry, men, women, teenagers, even children if he raised his voice near them. He never regretted it before. He believed others deserved to experience the same brokenness he felt inside. Not exactly a healthy outlook and he knew that but, he wasn’t about to change himself for people who didn’t truly care about him. This however... listening to y/n cry because of him, seeing her pain from being reminded of such an awful person. It twisted Ivar's stomach in the worst way, made his heart halt in his chest, and stirred a protective urge in him, wanting to shield her from the world.

This sensation was foreign to him after a long time. It dawned on him that he needed to be mindful of his actions around her. Unbeknownst to them, but they would change eachother for the better, and together they would find a love, they had both been searching for almost their entire lives.

next part ➵

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

↳ 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1.4K+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || y/n and sprite get adopted, and y/n gets accepted into his dream school eternal university, where unbeknownst to him…. He’ll meet the love of his life.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || mentioned house fire, slight talks of trauma, anxiety

𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝘂 || college!druig x college! selective mute!male reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask. And all sign language will be in orange.

this story was inspired by @siempre-bucky ‘s fic called “your eyes…” i couldn’t get the idea of a druig college au out of my head, after I read it, it’s amazing and I suggest you read it.

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘃

Gilgamesh and Thena had always wanted kids, unfortunately after trying for almost a year after their wedding, they both got zero results. After consulting with doctors they found out that Thena, was unable to conceive children of her own. The couple was obviously devastated but, they didn't give up they started looking for other options, along the way they remembered they're friend Ajax, and how she had adopted her children.

     Ajax had also always wanted children, but due to her late husband dying before they could, and her not being able to give her heart to another, she decided to adopt children. She had adopted five children phastos (the oldest,) sersi, kingo, makkari and druig (the youngest.) they hadn’t visited much, due to the fact that they’re schedules never lined up, it was a lot easier to see each other when Ajax’s children were younger, before they had activities of their own.

After a very emotional call, Thena and Gilgamesh found the adoption agency Ajax used, after a lot of talking they decided that they wanted to adopt an older child, Thena had done a lot of research and found, that older children don't always get adopted because everyone wants a new baby.

When Thena told Gilgamesh of this he was off the wall excited, not that older children weren't getting chosen but, that they were getting the process started. They both filled out all the applications, and background checks, before they knew it they were visiting with children.

The couple must have seen hundreds of children, well… that’s an exaggeration but it was a lot, they just didn’t feel the spark, that those were their children. Thena was beginning to lose hope, Gilgamesh was still trying to be strong and optimistic for them both, so he booked one last visitation.

They showed up early and began to speak to the man in charge, they then looked at some kids until they found one in the corner. A teenager who was sitting my himself, he didn’t look all that pleased to be there either, the couple made their way over to him only to be stopped by the man in charge.

“Oh, I should warn you both about that young man, y/n is his name he’s 13 and… he’s mute.” The man told the couple.

“Oh does he know sign language? Our friend has a daughter who’s deaf so, we learned sign awhile ago.” Gilgamesh asked the man.

“He does but he won’t try to, he has a sister she’s in our infant and toddler section, he refuses to be adopted without her.” The man replied.

“What happened to their parents?” Thena asked holding onto her husbands arm.

“There was a house fire, their parents didn’t make it, y/n has been mute since apparently he saw what happened, only really told the police and his therapist what happened.” The man explained.

The couple took one look at each other, almost as if they could read each other’s minds, before telling the man they would like to speak to the boy.

“Hello my name is Thena, this is my husband Gilgamesh, we’re interested in adopting you.” She signed.

“No thank you.” The boy signed back politely.

“Not even if we said we were interested, in both you and your little sister?” Gilgamesh signed with a soft smile, this statement clearly caught the boy’s attention, which made the couple smile at the look of hope on his face.

“Really?” Y/n asked, trying hard to keep his face neutral, but he couldn’t help being excited. No one had ever wanted both of them, they always wanted sprite because she was so young. Thankfully the centre they were housed in, didn’t feel it was right to separate the siblings.

“We’ve always wanted two kids, and I’m unable to have them myself, if you’ll let us we’d like to take you and your sister home today.” Thena spoke hopefully.

Y/n could help it, he smiled so big and bright it warmed the couples hearts, he nodded his head super hard before grabbing their hands, dragging them from the room to take them to the toddler centre, showing off his baby sister like she was a trophy, It was then that the couple realized, they couldn’t have made a better choice if they tried.

Growing up with Thena and Gilgamesh was a blessing, y/n and sprite couldn't have asked for better parents, the couple could remember the first time the toddler called them mama and daddy, they were overjoyed. It took a little longer for y/n to called them as such, not that they expected him to right away, they knew he still remembered his birth parents and didn't push, but on one gloomy day the rain pouring outside. Thena had been on her way home from work, sprite was colouring at the kitchen table, and Gilgamesh was cooking dinner.

      Y/n was so in tune with his phone he didn't even second guess his actions, he clapped his hands to get the mans attention, when Gilgamesh turned around he saw his son signing "dad whens dinner gonna be ready?" He asked, the question made Gilgamesh pause, looking over at the boy who was too invested in his phone, to truly realize what he had just called the man.

     A smile appeared on the mans face, before he told his son that dinner would be ready any minute, as soon as Thena got home Gilgamesh had pulled her aside, the kids eating at the table while he shared the news, Thena couldn't have been more excited for her partner.

From then on they were called mom and dad, the couple couldn't have been happier, they provided the best care for both children, making sure y/n got the best therapist for his trauma and anxiety, getting sprite into the best soccer team when she expressed her love for the sport, and the kids were truly grateful.

      Y/n loved his parents and always made sure they knew it, y/n went out of his way to do things with both of his parents, he went boxing with his warrior of a mother on the weekends at her gym, and whenever he could he’d cook with his dad often suggesting new recipes for them to try.

As the two children grew up they still continued to be close to their parents, they weren’t like other kids. Y/n and sprite felt comfortable enough to tell their parents any and everything, and they did. No matter how “tmi” the information might have been they told them, they were a very close family.

That closeness mixed with years of therapy, allowed y/n to finally feel comfortable enough to talk when he was 17, only to his family of course but that was a huge step, one that his family celebrated by his father making him a cake, and his mother getting him a ring, an anxiety ring to be specific, one which had the words “I am strong” engraved on the inside of it. The whole party and the gift had made y/n feel so loved, that he collapsed into his parents and sob tears of joy.

Last summer on a very humid day, the family had decided to stay inside, enjoying each other's company while watching movies, y/n got a notification on his phone, he would've ignored the notification had he not seen who it was from, eternal university.

       His shocked but also anxious face caught his sister's attention, "what's your problem spaze?" Sprite asked with a smirk.

      "Hey! Don't talk to your brother like that." Gilgamesh playfully told his daughter.

          "Honey what's wrong?" Thena asked moving to sit beside him.

        He turned his phone to show his mother, her face lit up at the notification. "Well what are you waiting for? Open it honey." She told him, not hiding her excitement.

       "Open what?" Sprite asked, both her and Gilgamesh moving to standing behind him, their facing also lighting up at the screen.

      "Go on, open it. No matter what it says, just know that we love you and we're proud of your regardless." Gilgamesh told his son, lightly squeezing his shoulders.

Y/n opened the email and began to read out loud, “we’re pleased to inform you that….” After seeing that his family started celebrating, y/n himself was in shock. Not because he was a bad student, or that he was dumb because he wasn’t, he just hadn’t dreamed that he would actually get into his dream school, it felt like this was an illusion and that any minute, he would look down and see that he had read the email wrong.

And just like that, his life had changed again, and he quickly realized that it meant he would be away from home, he couldn’t speak to people, and he wouldn’t know there. The once excitement and joy, quickly turned to fear and sadness.