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soooo many flowers. every single day. it’d literally be so difficult to walk around your house. you’d basically have to play regency total wipeout. they’d be your favourite flower as well, even though you’re 100% sure you’d not told him what they were.

he’d make sure to be your first caller on all available days. invitations to promenade would almost become like a ritual, as you’d tire of others’ attention.

he’d also make sure to always be the first to ask you to dance.

despite the extent of his infatuation, he’d never reciprocate a ‘moment’ with you in terms of like almost kissing. if you came close to kissing him, he’d a) move away, apologise and reaffirm that he will not ‘dishonour’ you, or b) blush, chuckle nervously, kiss the back of your hand and politely excuse himself, probably (unintentionally) making you super embarrassed and worried that he doesn’t feel the same (but he actually leaves so he can go to your father/brother/etc and request permission to propose).

he’d borderline be chaperones’ chaperone. your ‘honour’ is super important - not in like a creepy “ew if you’re ‘dishonoured’ i don’t want anything to do with you” but he just doesn’t want you to become the subject of negative gossip because that’s no fun and he’d want you to have fun.

no matter what, he’d always make sure you were accompanied, even after an argument the minimum he’d do is watch you leave to make sure you had someone he recognised or you seemed to be comfortable with, to escort you.

if you were ‘dishonoured’ he’d 100% go anthony bridgerton and challenge the offender to a duel. it may not be as rushed - he’d probably try to marry you first so that if he won and was forced to flee, you leaving with him wouldn’t be so scandalous. the fleeing destination would most likely be prussia.

he’d probably try to court you for most of the season, or at least have a very long engagement, because he’d want you to have the best experience and let you make sure that it is really him you want + the absolute monster of a wedding you’d have would need lotssss of time to plan.

queen charlotte would keep a very watchful eye over the pair of you, partially due to excitement and partly due to concern about what lady whistledown will say.

he may gift you a couple of things, like a necklace and maybe even a dress but they probably wouldn’t be completely his idea - queen charlotte would probably suggest he do so to emphasise how i’m love you both and also, therefore, how clever she is for setting up the match.

conversations would most definitely include stories about prussia - it’s culture and friedrich’s upbringing. he wouldn’t bring up anything to do with the future until much later, out of fear of making you uncomfortable; if you brought it up however, he’d happily answer any questions, perhaps after some hesitation.

if trapped into a dance or conversation with anyone else, he’d give you many ‘help me’ puppy eyed looks.

he’d often ask to take tea with your family and frequently invite them (and you obviously) to dinner.

he probably has so many poetry references to relay his feelings about you; he wouldn’t lay them on too thick though.

corpse would 1000000% get a tattoo that relates to you in some way. wait imagine if he got a small tattoo of your favourite stuffed animal/toy as a kid which still holds a special place in your gear as an adult. like do you still drag it everywhere you go? probably not, but are they the only stuffie that still has bed privileges? yes. do you still hug them after a bad day? yes. and corpse has to immortalise that because 1) it’s precious and 2) he’d miss his bub. and if you wanted to he’s totally be down to get matching tattoos.

if you haven’t been blessed with this mental image, allow me: corpse husband aka ultimate e-boy aka mr choke me like you hate me, in a beautiful pink tutu, maybe some fairy wings and a tiara, sat a table way too small for him, surrounded by a dozen stuffies.

he’d probably give you a very basic, general rundown/explanation of chronic illnesses - like y’know when disney tries to teach kids something serious and they use metaphors/fairly simple terms? (i’m imagining reader is like a toddler) he’d do something like that so if he had a flare up or something, you wouldn’t get scared or panicked and if he said he couldn’t play with you one day, you’d be far less likely to throw a tantrum.

midnight feasts, midnight movie marathons, midnight everything if you wake up from a nightmare/just aren’t tired? yes. just yes. he has difficulty sleeping most of the time so it wouldn’t be like your fault - like y’know typically if you woke someone up (they might not say it but) they’d probably be like “i just want to sleep, please :’(”. especially if we’re taking about an energetic lil demon bean, which we are. anyways, what i’m trying to say is, ‘cos corpse struggles with sleeping anyway, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal :).

the fridge would be covered and i mean COVERED with your drawings/paintings/etc. there would probably be a couple that were a joint effort - maybe there’d be a finger painting with both of your prints. or one with your tiny handprint next next to his??? stopppp. this actually isn’t fair.

he’d probably have a lil picture of you or maybe a lil gift from you (like maybe you found a stone you thought was pretty at the park or something and gave it to him 🥺) incorporated in his gaming setup.

imagine the hand pics with the stone. omg proud, grateful papa. you know they’d have the cheesiest captions ever too, because he’d be a dad and there’s a brand to follow. duh. imagine corpse’s dad jokes-

you’d probably have a ‘just in case’ bag prepared in case he had to be hospitalised. you’d have packed it together so anything and everything you thought was important, even a bunch of sticker sheets, was put in. i’d riot if there wasn’t a plushie that’d been sprayed w/ his cologne to help w/ missing him. and it’d be a fuckin’ amogus plushie. bye.

he’d probably move into a bigger place w/ a garden and you best believe he’d go all out and spend way too much money turning the garden into a mini park to compensate for the lack of park trips. private park is better anyway, no need to share :).

y’know when kids find out their parents actually have names that aren’t just “mummy” - ssh i’m british/“daddy”/etc? imagine thinking his name was actually corpse husband for a while, like at least a couple of months for funsies. ok so i know i said you’d be homeschooled and i still stand by that but just imagine this ok; idk about y’all but when i was little, like 7ish maybe, our teachers made us write the envelope for our school reports so just imagine you addressing it to corpse husband and the teacher is like “huh?????” (i feel like it’d be funnier if they had no clue who corpse was). they’d definitely talk about that in the staff room at lunch. and you get really defensive about it so they don’t change it and you take it home and corpse is like a mix of 🤨 and 🥹 “thank you, sweetheart”. wheezes for like an hour straight. low-key starts stressing out about that revealing his identity - wait noOoOoOOO. totally shows rae, karl, tina and sykkuno. posts a picture of it on twitter w/ the address covered obviously.

swearing would be allowed once he considered you ‘old enough’ so like mid-late teens.

some qualities (positive + negative because corpse is human even though he’d still be the perfect papa) i think you could exhibit due to his parenting w/ brief reasons: independence + self sufficiency - any symptom flare ups (as discussed earlier), massive empathy - corpse seems to have a massive empathy as is + unsurprisingly children of individuals w/ chronic illnesses tend to be more empathetic, self awareness - sort of the same thing, i imagine corpse is pretty self aware. i don’t think you’d be the best conversationalist but you also wouldn’t be the worst - socialising mostly with corpse and the amigops due to homeschooling/etc.

if there were to ever be a successful real-life example of the ‘spoilt sweet’ trope, it’d be you.

another image for your head: corpse crouching by your bed, chin on the mattress, (y’know that pose?? i don’t really know how to describe it welp) as he gently shakes you awake. ft. a mandatory boop on the nose, of course.

y’know some parents are like “ew, no, they’ll make a habit out of it” cough cough ga-yeong’s mother in squid game - side note, i’m sorry but that pissed me off so much. she was sleeping, he was going to carry her one time. a habit isn’t going to form because of one time >:(. aNyWaYs corpse couldn’t care less about that, you could totally make a habit out of (mostly) anything. if you feel safer sleeping in his bed, fine. if you want a hug, fine. if you want to be carried, fine.

you’d always be (mostly) in charge of the day’s itinerary like obviously if there was an appointment or corpse had some errands, those wouldn’t be cancelled but for the most part it’d be up to you. even with homeschooling stuff, he’d let you pick what order to do things in etc.

i saw this tiktok about how these parents dealt w/ their kids tantrums and they’d basically made the kid his own little space with some activities (i think, at least partially, based on morals? i don’t remember exactly) and a lot of sensory based items like colourful lights etc and the idea was that when the kid was upset, they could go there to like reflect and calm down instead of just sitting angrily on the stairs, staring at a blank wall. i feel like corpse’s parenting would give off those vibes (like just very wholesome and mindful of the kid) but i don’t think it’d come naturally, he’d literally like see a tiktok and be like “yes”.

i think there was another one that was about letting kids decide to give people hugs too like y’know grandparents/family friends/whatever usually just hug the kid or the kid will be pressured into hugging them even if they don’t want to and it seems like such a small thing but like once you’ve thought about it, it’s like why can’t a kid decide not to hug someone, y’know?

so many hugs and lots of quality time whenever you want, no matter how old, you’d always be his little princess.

he probably wouldn’t make a big announcement about you, he’d just mention you very briefly in a stream, as if everyone already knew which would obviously result in his chat freaking out. he’d clear up some very basic/general questions like “what’s being a dad like?”, maybe even address “so you have a girlfriend?” one thing he definitely wouldn’t share is your real name. potentially even your age - he won’t even reveal when he got cinnamon so… yeah, i wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t share your age. he might let the chat come up with an alias for you though. that’d be so stinkin’ cute.

he’d let you sit on his lap while playing games by himself or with friends, as long as they weren’t streaming and the game wasn’t too scary for you.

he’d also let you play on stream/with his friends sometimes - he’d start and then all of a sudden your voice would be heard with his faint laughter in the background as everyone loses their shit. {here’s a fic based on this - not posted yet <3}

he’d definitely makes use of parental control settings on any technology you have whilst you’re younger. wouldn’t want you finding any of his songs lmao.

wouldn’t post many pictures of you, even if they were faceless. he might post like one of you wearing a new merch design from behind/with you covering your face or with you face cropped out and because he hasn’t said anything about you, or has said very little, twitter freaks out whilst they try to figure out if he’s got a daughter, a niece, if your one of his friend’s or if you’re just some random kid model.

he’d try his best to do/take care of your hair and would do a pretty good job but, especially if it’s curly like his, would struggle to at least some extent - particularly when it comes to styling due to the liberal and overly dramatic use of “ow”.

i could totally see corpse opting to at least try having you homeschooled. not self indulgent ssh. like {keep in mind i have a lot to catch up on in terms of corpse ‘lore’, if you will} with his anxiety and consequent difficulty/hesitancy to leave his apartment sometimes, he might view homeschooling as fairer for you because then you wouldn’t miss school if he wasn’t able to take you.

he wouldn’t dismiss any of your thoughts or feelings no matter your age, or topic - medical, safety in a place, trust of a person, whatever. he’d always listen and take necessary/appropriate action.

you’d literally be inseparable. best buds. idc.

he’d make you a mini him like once, as a joke, for halloween or something and nobody can tell me otherwise.

idk i feel like corpse isn’t that great of a cook… so y’all would probably have pretty ‘basic’, ‘just chuck it in the oven’ food or takeaways. and cereals for breakfast. hey at least the foil can’t best you. actuallyyyy wait, you’d make kinda shitty homemade food together like pizza that’s basically ketchup on bread w/ toppings. and always somehow make a very big mess in the kitchen. y’all would basically learn to cook together. eventually.

idk if all of corpse’s tattoos have colour but if they don’t, he’d 100% let you colour them in for him.

nail polish king 🥲 he will paint your nails, if you want, and he will do a good job. thank you very much. will even help you with eyeliner too when you’re older.

rules :

i will not write anything involving incest, pedophilia or lack of consent. i will also not be accepting any smut / nsfw requests for the foreseeable future.

favourite characters to write :

alucard, freddy, sun, moon, hvitserk, sirius, heinley, my ocs

favourite things to write :

fluff, angst, platonic pairings

characters + fandoms :

if a character / fandom is crossed out, i’m not accepting requests for them at the moment !

i currently don’t accept requests for celebrities, including the actors who play the people on this list. i do occasionally write stuff for them of my own accord however, so check my masterlist <3

american horror story :

incomplete, any pairing

michael langdon, montanna duke, xavier plympton

bridgerton :

complete, any pairing

benedict, prince friedrich

castlevania :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

alucard, dracula, sypha, lisa, hector

doctor who :

complete, platonic only

11th doctor, amy pond

dead by daylight :

incomplete, any pairing

yun-jin lee, the trickster (ji-woon hak), felix richter, the nurse (sally smithson), the huntress (anna), the artist (carmina mora)

euphoria :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

cassie, jules, nate, fez

five nights at freddy’s : security breach :

complete, platonic only

freddy, sun, moon, chica, roxy, foxy, bonnie

friday night dinner :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

johnny, jackie

house of ashes :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

eric, rachel, joey

love island : the game :

incomplete, romantic only

chelsea, kelly

resident evil :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

leon kennedy, claire redfield, lady dimitrescu, bela dimitrescu, daniela dimitrescu, karl heisenberg, ethan winters, mother miranda

red dead redemption 2 :

incomplete, platonic only

arthur morgan

remarried empress (game) :

incomplete, any pairing

heinley

scream :

complete, romantic only

billy, stu, tatum, sidney

the witcher :

complete, platonic only

geralt, yennefer, jaskier

vikings :

complete, platonic only

hvitserk, ubbe, lagertha, björn, ragnar, rollo

venom :

complete, any pairing

venom, eddie

wizarding world ( harry potter + spin offs ) :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

sirius black (ge only), remus lupin (ge only), queenie goldstein, dumbledore

masterlist :

vikings :

the end of an era ( hvitserk x sister! reader )

drabbles ( miscellaneous ) :

001 ( mostly hvitserk x sister! reader )

bridgerton :

prince friedrich courting you would include

corpse husband :

1. another one bites the dust: final here

summary : ivar’s temper results in the death of yet another sibling.

author’s note : ended up rewriting this section, if you’d like to read the final version click here !

once they had reached a point appropriate for the beserker’s send off, not so close that the men accompanying ragnarsson could hear and not so far that the send off was premature, they stopped. the two adults let go of the girl’s hands so that they could embrace each other.

2. blessing (first draft of bundle of joy): final here

summary : hvitserk finally has what he’s always wanted, someone to love. a daughter. he thinks he has, at least.

warnings : allusion to a still-birth, mentions of pregnancy and labour, mentions of death

author’s note : ended up rewriting this, final version is here ! also if you think “father’s here” is weird ( like as opposed to “daddy’s here” ) i’m sorry, i decided to say “father’s” instead because literally nobody in vikings ever says “daddy” so 1) it wouldn’t be very in character and 2) i don’t think it’d be era appropriate :’)

hvitserk waited with baited breath. it seemed that all he’d been doing recently was waiting. unfortunately for the new father, patience did not come easily, especially not for events he was excited for, such as your birth. he’d had to wait the standard nine months, an additional two months for spontaneous labour to finally occur, thirty-six hours of labour, then the unspecified time it took for you to take your first breath. idun had already gone. as she had when hvitserk first met her, she’d left once the task at hand had been accomplished. the goddess of youth had released you from the confines of her uterus, as she had been tasked, and thus was gone. it was apparently no concern of hers whether you lived or died. in that moment, all hvitserk cared about was the cry you had yet to free. a twitch, even, if you were shy.

in the time it took for you to give a sign of life, you’d been washed thoroughly and swaddled in fur. when a wail finally did break through the air, your wail to be exact, hvitserk gently snatched you out of the midwife’s arms and held you closely to his chest. first he cried, happy tears of course, then he laughed. “i have a baby!” your cries quickly turned to coos as you were fussed over. “she needs to be fed”, said the midwife, as she came to take you away. hvitserk glared at the woman, stopping her in her tracks. he’d almost forgotten, babies had to be carried by their mothers for at least one year, sometimes up to four years depending on the reliability of food sources, so they could be fed whenever necessary, and so that any signs of disability, not present at birth, could be recognised. motherless babies, therefore, were given to another woman which meant the time they got to spend with their fathers was limited. hvitserk wouldn’t allow that to happen. he couldn’t. holding you even closer to his chest, he stumbled backwards, taking you out of the midwife’s reach. “i’ll see to it that she is fed”, he said. the midwife opened and closed her mouth, like a fish. your father’s eyes darted between her, the floor and you. “i said, i’ll see to it.” smart enough to know not to annoy a son of ragnar, especially one known as the berserker, the midwife and her assistants left. hvitserk kissed the top of your head, “father’s here little one, father’s here.”

3. no title:

summary : ubbe must explain the events after the defeat of king aelle and king ecbert to his sister.

author’s note : i stopped writing this because i remembered that lagertha already knew about sigurd’s death when ubbe returned and i know she didn’t know that ivar and hvitserk had become ubbe’s enemies until he told her but sigurd’s death was going to be the thing with the highest impact but if the reader knew what had happened it wouldn’t be as dramatic y’know? i might rewrite it so it focuses more on like the reader comforting ubbe but idk it’s 6am and i still haven’t slept yet ✌️

y/n had made sure to be in the front line of welcomers, she’d missed her brothers terribly. kattegat was more like a house than home without them. life was too quiet. lonely. although lagertha treated her fairly, almost like her own daughter, and y/n sometimes found herself wishing lagertha had been her mother instead of aslaug, their lack of shared blood made it hard for y/n to fully accept lagertha as ‘family’. if ragnar’s sons ever did split, lagertha would not hesitate to choose bjorn, even if it meant labelling y/n as an enemy. of course, ragnar’s daughter would never condemn lagertha for that choice. she’d do the same.

perhaps y/n should’ve guessed that something was wrong as early as when the boats first came into view. despite how tiny they looked, it was obvious that the number of returning boats was far less than the number that had left. perhaps she was justified in not worrying. she was waiting for the sons of ragnar, after all. what on earth could’ve happened to them?

once the faces of the returning avengers were decipherable, y/n realised that out of the five figures she’d originally identified as her brothers, four had the right hair but the wrong faces. only one had both. her face fell. surely the gods were not so greedy. people began jumping into the arms of loved ones, jostling y/n who simply looked at ubbe, like a deer in headlights. whatever had happened, was bad. he wouldn’t get off the boat, opting instead to help others who were perfectly capable of getting off themselves. he wouldn’t even look at her. “ubbe?” she finally called as a wall of water began to block her eyes. silence. “ubbe.” some progress, he’d gotten off the boat… and walked right past his sister. he was not trying to be rude, and he would later regret behaving like this, he was just overwhelmed. he’d effectively lost three brothers. scared. what if y/n wanted to leave him too? disappointed. he’d failed. upon turning, ragnarsdottir found that ubbe had gone straight to margethe. the water wall in her eyes shattered. “ubbe!” everyone was now looking between them. “what happened?”

4. no title:

author’s note : this is a bit of an ✨artistic✨ vent, it doesn’t go into too much detail about what i’m dealing with, it’s more focused on what i wish would happen / what i think would help even a bit so pls proceed with some caution if you’re not in the right state of mind for a ( smol ) vent

warnings : angst, fluff, feeling alone, feeling unloved

“hvitserk?” “y/n!” he smiled, long pause “i feel unloved… like everyone who says they love me only say that because they have to, because we’re family but… not because they actually mean it.” she mumbled, with her head down, feeling ashamed. unbeknownst to her, hvitserk had come to crouch in front of her, in part to hear better and in part to comfort her because she was obviously distressed. he didn’t respond tho which made y/n even uneasier, eventually she looked up to see hvitserk staring back at her. “i don’t mean” he hugged her.

didn’t really know how to articulate what i wanted here

“what can i do? what can all of us do?”

“i don’t know. it’s just, when i was younger, you’d all fuss over me constantly. i only started to learn how to walk because of lagertha” they all chuckled “you all said that princesses shouldn’t have to walk. now i’m older, i know i can’t expect you to carry me all the time like you used to, though i miss it terribly, but i feel like you never want to be around me… like it’s a chore. i just… i guess i want to be noticed.”

5. heart bangs:

author’s note : this is a very self indulgent piece of trash that won’t mean anything to a lot of people but its 2am and i just gave myself heart bangs ( side note : they’re so cute but kinda hard to actually curl into the heart oof ) aNyWaY this is just all my pas ( like plural of pa ) reacting to it. in exactly the same way. because i feel kind of empowered rn but i also need encouragement / validation... um yeah the idea is just imagine it being said in their voice. ok ? ok

sirius black : “i’m so proud of you.”

arthur morgan : “i’m proud o’ ya.”

howl pendragon : “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

hvitserk ragnarsson : “i’m so proud of you.”

6. survival of the fittest:

summary : inspired by the horse carcass scene from the revenant, as the winter sun progresses hvitserk worries his sister will not survive the cold. desperate to prove these worries wrong, hvitserk utilises a horse in a way not even ragnar had done. surely, the gods had guided them to the horse on purpose.

a/n : sorry if the horse bit lacks detail or doesn’t make much sense, i haven’t actually seen the revenant and i don’t really want to watch that scene so 🥺 i was just watching a video about method acting and the narrator mentioned this scene so yeah anyway i hope you enjoy... it? idk if ‘enjoy’ is the right word. also this is sort of linked to my ‘skogarmaor’ snippet but also not... it’s like an au i guess. idk it’s a mess ok? ok

“come on. it’s just like wearing a cloak... but bigger.”

“i can’t. i won’t.”

“hvitserk?” she whispered, eyes wide from shock

{{{ something about her throwing up }}}

her nose, her cheeks, her lips were all raw, red, ragged. they looked like they were bleeding. he blamed himself entirely. there was the obvious ‘if he hadn’t been drunk, if he’d beaten his addiction when ubbe tried to help him’ but there was also the fact that he, granted not only he, had sheltered y/n to the highest possible degree. she was hardly viking. yes she was viking by blood. yes she believed in the norse gods... but she was weak. small. delicate. a flower surrounded by thorns. a viking princess who, though she’d heavily deny it, was more akin to those in england.

he stared at her tiny face, now framed by the bear’s belly, “i’m right here. you’re ok... you’re going to be ok.” he smiled sadly, “sleep.”

7. untitled:

summary : dialogue between hvitserk and his sister after the events of the finale

“what do you want to do, hmm? do you want to go back to kattegat? do you want to find ubbe?”

“with you or without you?”

he sighed, “i’m staying here.”

“then that is what i will do. we’ve always been together, i know nothing else.”

“i jumped ship.”

“and look what happened.” she stormed out. hvitserk clenched a fist and assaulted the air. he was trying to help her.

8. untitled:

a/n : indulgent sad girl hours; father figure! teacher x daughter figure! oc