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Skylark followed behind the group from the enterprise as they entered the dark room on the Scimitar. Her older sister Deanna walking just infront of her. Unlike the others skylark wore a black catsuit with shoulder armor, gauntlets, and thigh and hip armor. Her black cape flowing, attaching to the suit under the shoulder armor. She liked to be prepared always. And though she was apart of a fleet and organization that loved peace she knew not everyons felt the same. And so during this trip she took extra measures to ensure her safety. Armor was one. The hidden daggers on her were another. She stepped behind her sister as a figure emerged and began speaking to Picard. As the conversation went on she mumbled under her breath. "Jesus. He likes monologs doesn't he?" To which Deanna turned momentarily to give her sister a glare without having to speak the words to tell her to shut up. She raised her hands in a surrendering motion and looked up as the man continued before She quietly groaned. "Oh maybe he's a vampire or something. He wants to drain us. Thats why its so dark."  She whispered. Her sister reaching back to smack her this time. "Hey!" She whisper yelled and moved away abruptly. This however caught the praetors attention and he studied the two females in awe. "I've never met a human woman before. Let alone two." He spoke. Skylark scoffed as her sister grabbed her arm and spoke. "We are only half human." He stepped down the stairs as he began to speak. "Deanna Troi. " he stated and began to rattle off her sisters abilities. But then her turned to her. "But you. Im afraid I had no idea ms Troi even had a sister." He said. "Please enlighten me to your name?" He asked with a smile. Skylark. "Yeah most people aren't privy to that information. But ill make it easy for you. I'm feeling generous today. Names Skyark Troi and I'm afraid I don't have the abilities my sister does. So unlike her I fight dirty." She said with a warning glare. His vibe was off. But her sister being the nice woman she was apologized for her behavior. "Im afraid you'll have to forgive my sister praetor. She's just very wary of new people." Deanna said softly. The praetor only gave her a smile. "I understand fully." He held out a hand "may I touch your hair?" He asked. Before either could answer picard interrupted and the man was back to his monolog. Before he ordered the computer to light up the room. She could finally see the praetor and nearly whined. "Oh hes attractive! Of course he is! All the creepy ones are!" She whisper yelled making her sister look at her with an uncomfortable glare. "What its true and you know it." She said going back to watching the man and his monolog about his disease and early life. But as she watched picard and the praetor interact she was confused. It seemed as if the two of them knew eachother. But that couldn't be right. This praetor was young. And to her knowledge picard hadn't spoken with him before. And as he went on more she realized. The preator was a clone of....picard?! She let her jaw drop. "No." She said in complete awe. "Holy shit. Picard used to look like THAT?!" she whispered to her sister who was equally shocked. "Wow. Aging really sucks." She followed up. Again receiving a glare from deanna as shinzon stepped forward moving his cloak to the side to grip a dagger in its sleeve. In less than a second skylark was infront of picard and worf and Data, one of g

Her daggers pointed right at the neck of the praetor. He grinned at her as he used the knife to cut into his own hand, blood seeping out as he held out the knife hilt first towards her. "I think you'll be wanting this." He said softly, his eyes meeting hers straight on. She slowly moved her hand forward and grasped it. Their hands met briefly and she felt a shock run right up her arm. She quickly pulled the dagger away and slipped her own back into its spot. His eyes following her like that of a predator with its prey. She never took her eyes off him as she stood her ground infront of picard. A hand lay itself on her armored shoulder. "Its alright skylark. You can stand down." She eyed him one last time before turning swiftly, her cape swishing as she went, boots making noise against the floor as she returned to her spot behind her sister. Ready to phase out. She met his eyes once more and they never disconnected as they phased back into the enterprise.

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Skylark phased onto the heavily damaged scimitar after picard who had gone to try to stop shinzon from blowing up the enterprise. She knew that picard didn't stand a chance alone. She rushed through the halls noticing the bodies on the ground as she went. When she reached the deck she saw shinzon slashing a dagger at picard. She snuck up the stairs stealthily and came behind him. Picards eyes slightly widened before he schooled his face into a look of indifference. She grabbed shinzons shoulder and whirled him around to face her, knocking the dagger from his hand as he widened his eyes seeing it was her. "I told you once I fight dirty. I meant it." She then smashed her head into his, watching as he slipped to the ground unconscious. She could feel the trickle of blood down her face from her forehead. Picard nodded a thanks to her and looked down at shinzon. "Take him and get back to the ship." He said. "Why? He tried to kill us all!" She growled. "Let him burn with his precious ship!" He turned to her with a stern look "follow my orders skylark! Go!" He said slapping the chip on shinzon. "Fine!" She phased back onto the enterprise with an unconscious shinzon, dragging him down the hallways to her sleeping quarters. "For a twig you weigh alot." She muttered as she pulled out her desk chair and shoved him into it, using some rope to tie him to it tightly. She could hear the explosion and closed her eyes. It was over. For now. Now her problem was the unconscious would be conquerer tied in her chair. She eyed him before deciding he would be out for a while.

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She looked up from what she was doing when she heard him groan. He blinked his eyes hard a few times before realizing he was tied to a chair and immediately snapped his attention to her. "Have a good sleep?" She asked sarcastically. He glared. "Why am I here?" He growled. "Dunno. Ask picard. He was hellbent on saving you. I wanted you to burn personally." She said and went back to sharpening her daggers. He let out a breathy laugh. "Even after all I did he still feels the need to be a Saint and spare me." She raised a brow but didn't look up or stop her work. He eyed her. "You however do not share the same feelings obviously." She snorted. "Nope. You're a nuisance I was hoping to be rid of. Instead I get told to babysit you." She said blowing the metal shavings away from the blade. "So why don't you make this easy for the both of us then hm?" He said. She looked at him. "If you're trying to appeal to my merciful side you should know I don't have one. Especially not for you." She said. He sighed. "Im dying anyways. You're just wasting your time." She stood, tucking the dagger into its place. "I beg to differ. You see, I get entertainment out of watching you suffer. So keeping you alive and watching your body fail you is not as time wasting as you think. Infact I think its a very fitting punishment for you." She gave a smile before pulling out a roll of duct tape and pulling off a piece. "Now no more talking." She said rubbing it over his mouth. He glared at her the whole time. She simply laughed amused with herself.

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"You want me to WHAT?" She asked picard in shock. "Train him." He sighed. She threw up her hands "whats the point in destroying his ship and taking him prisoner if you were just gonna let him free to try and kill us all again?! And you want me to train him to make it easier when he does?!" Picard rubbed his face in exasperation. "He is not a bad person skylark. He had no one to teach him any different. His actions were fueled from rage and hatred towards those who wronged him. He wanted to prove himself. He has nothing now. Where is going to run to if he does kill us all? His ship is gone as are his supporters. The remans hate him. They will shoot him on site for what he did to them. And no one else will welcome him. We are his only hope at survival. And he knows that. I want you to train him. So we can send him with you on missions." He said. "What makes you think I want a partner?" She crossed her arms. "It is not up for debate. Train shinzon or step down. Those are your options." He stood and exited the room. She cursed. Life hated her.

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She groaned as shinzon set her down on the medic bed. Her hand over the stab wound in her abdomen. Their latest recon mission hadnt gone well at all. They were ambushed and before she could register what was happening she had been stabbed. Shinzon had grabbed her and quickly phased them back onto the enterprise to avoid anymore damage. The medic moved her hand and put pressure on the wound causing her to grit her teeth in pain. Shinzon stood against the wall as he watched everyone rush around her. And before long she was unconscious due to the drugs she had been injected with. He stayed even after she had been stitched up. Moving to sit beside her beside. He didn't know why he felt particularly attached to her lately. He used to think it was because she was just an attractive human woman and he hadn't met anyone else like her. But he was starting to realize it was more than that. He gently took her hand in his and watched her face as she opened her eyes. "You're still here." She stated tiredly. "Yes." She raised a brow. "Thought you'd be quite disappointed I hadn't been finished off." She said as they bickered quite alot. He shook his head. "I know you don't believe me, but I do not hate you." She snorted. "Hmm. And here I thought that was all you were capable of." He sighed and gripped her hand tighter. "I mean it skylark. I do not know this feeling. Or how to describe it. But I do know that I will slaughter anyone that tries to hurt you again." She swallowed hard. "You don't mean that." He grunted in annoyance. "Yes I do you stupid girl." He said growing annoyed with her denial. She let out a breath. Her heartbeat speeding up and causing the machine to release another dose of sedative into her IV. she looked at him before her eyes closed again to unconsciousness. He stroked her cheek gently. "You're not invincible. I wish you'd be more careful." He said and got up. He turned to leave but hesitated. He turned back and leaned down to kiss her forehead. He then straightened up and moved towards the door.

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She climbed into her side of the bed, her hair still damp from her shower. She let out a sigh and laid down onto the pillows. Shinzon put down the data pad and moved from his place at the desk, climbing beside her. "Computer. Lights off." He said. Once the lights were out he pulled her to him and she settled into his side and moved her head onto his chest. He kissed her head and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Goodnight love." He said. She hummed against his chest. "Night." He smiled and closed his eyes. He silently thanked picard for this path he had put him on. Without him he wouldn't be here. Be happy. Truly happy.

The Heartbreak •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

Warning: ANGST!

She had met him through Sigurd. Sigurd was her producer for her music and was a good friend. She wished she had never agreed to attend a family party with Sigurd. She wished she never met HIM. Then her heart wouldn't be so broken and she wouldn't be so angry and hateful all the time. It truly wouldn't have been so bad an end to their relationship had he not have fucked HER behind her back whilst they were still together. If there was one thing she loathed it was cheaters. But she had been in love with him. And he swore he'd always felt the same until SHE came along. Freydis. Even thinking the name sent a surge of hatred and rage through her that she didn't know how to control. She hadn't thought anything of it when she moved in next to Ivar and Ivar became friendly. Super friendly. And Freydis was only too happy to flirt along with him. But she wasn't insecure and she had faith in her boyfriend not to cross a line he knew he couldn't come back from. What a mistake that was. No. But he started pulling away from her. Cancelling plans, not calling or texting, and she should've seen it as the giant red flag that it was. But she gave him his space. She knew Ivar wasn't good about showing affection or being consistent. It was something he said he was working on. But when Hvitserk posted those Instagram pictures and videos of Ivar and Freydis in the club after Ivar had canceled their date night because 'his legs hurt too bad.' Was when she withdrew. The truth had hit her in the face and she spent that night a sobbing mess in her bathroom with her new best friend smirnoff. She drank until she couldn't even think a coherent thought, and then she kept going. She was a mess the next morning. But she shut down completely when Sigurd showed up that morning with that stone faced look on his face and proceeded to Embrace her and hold her as if she was gonna disappear. That's when she knew something was truly wrong. She asked him what was going on and he simply showed her the screenshot of a text Ivar had sent to Hvitserk who then had sent it to Sigurd. "Freydis is pregnant. I'm gonna be a father." She had pushed Sigurd away from her and suddenly lashed out, throwing anything she could get her hands on and screaming in rage. Sigurd had stood silently and watched her let it all out until she had dissolved into heart wrenching sobs and then he has embraced her again and spent the rest of the night holding her as she silently withdrew into herself. And all the while, Ivar was radio silent.

It was a week later before her ex boyfriend had even attempted to make contact. She ignored all his attempts. 25 missed calls and a few texts asking to talk. The texts were what set her off. She sent him one last text. "Go fuck yourself. Hope she was worth it." And he had called a further 10 more times before he realized she wasn't going to answer and he just stopped altogether. From that day on he never tried to talk to her again and she proceeded to delete him and his family, save Sigurd who hated his guts just as much as she did, from all social media and blocked their numbers as well. She had trusted Ivar despite her hard time with trusting others and he took that trust and spit on it whilst ripping out her closely guarded heart and stomping on it until it was barely beating. Sigurd stayed by her side through her healing and helped her as best he could. But she went through truly dark times before she could even think about healing. She had developed a drinking problem which had resulted in Sigurd forcing her into rehab. And it had helped her immensely to see that she wasn't the problem. She wasn't the one that should be hurting. And so she took the step to attend therapy all the while Sigurd was cheering her on on the sidelines and she began to let out her rage in her music. Which topped the charts and only fueled her more. Her hurt had turned into her success. And whilst she was better now, still angry and hateful deep inside but no longer volatile, it had changed her. She guarded her heart even more, didn't trust anyone, didn't date, wasn't interested in relationships, she was done with love. It had scarred her too many times and Ivar was the last straw. And the media knew something bad had happened. They didn't know what. But they were great detectives. And it wasn't long after the whole ordeal that gossip sites and fans were talking about how her ex boyfriend had fucked another woman behind her back and gotten her pregnant. And she was right back into that depression when photos of the two backstabbers were posted along with the articles. Her shiny new ring and pregant belly were enough to undo the progress she had made. But Sigurd had quickly diverted their attention by announcing her nomination for a VMA at the upcoming award show a few months away, along with the news of a new album and an early release of one of the songs on that album. And that was enough to end the attention Freydis and Ivar were paid. And then they went to work on her again.

By the time the VMAs rolled around she had a solid grip on herself and her feelings and promised herself she would shed no more tears for the man that didn't deserve it. She had won that award and headed to the after party with Sigurd in high spirits. They had been there for a while before she saw him. Sigurd had tried his best to intercept him and Hvitserk before they both split off into the crowd and Ivar disappeared causing Sigurd to lose him. She turned her back to him after they met eyes and politely ordered a water from the bartender who passed her a glass of ice water with a smile as she tipped him. But Ivar hadn't gotten the hint clearly because he stood beside her and ordered a drink before turning his attention to her. "We need to talk." She scoffed as she took a large gulp of her drink. "No. We dont. You had your time to talk. You chose to fuck another woman instead. You've made your choices quite clear." She said and moved to walk away. He gripped her arm. "Please." She put a bright smile on and turned back around, taking him by surprise. "Ok Ivar. Talk. I'll entertain you this once because quite frankly I'm intrigued by what you could possibly say to me to make me want to even give you a bit of space in my brain for even a fleeting thought of you." He winced and opened his mouth. "Freydis is pregnant yes." "Well no shit. If she wasn't I'd be seeing a doctor asap." She rolled her eyes. "Please. She lied. It's not mine." She let out an amused laugh. "Lose them how you catch them eh?" He rubbed a hand down his face. "Lils-" "don't call me that. You lost that privilege. We are not friends. We are nothing. You made sure of that. Had you come to me and said that you no longer loved me rather than cheating on me, we maybe could've been. You have no one to blame but yourself Ivar. No one." She said sternly. She watched him deflate. "I DO love you." He said quietly. "You have a strange way of showing it. Let me make this clear, I feel NOTHING for you. Even my rage has depleted. You knew how hard it was to even give you a chance. You knew how guarded I was. And you not only begged me to give you a chance against my better judgment, you swore you would NEVER hurt me like others did. You swore you weren't that person. And then you did EXACTLY what you swore to me you wouldn't. You tore my heart from my chest after you mended it and you spit on it and stomped on it until it was dead. And the worst part was you didn't even have the balls to tell me what you did yourself. Sigurd did. You waited a WEEK after what you did to even bother to call me. You are nothing to me Ivar. You brought the worst out in me after that. And I have overcome all the demons and darkness that you left me with. So you don't get to come to me now that I'm finally better and moved on and pretend that what you did wasn't the worst thing anyone could do to someone they claimed to love and try and gain my sympathy that your situation didn't work out for you. You don't deserve it. Do not call me. Do not text me. Do not even look at me. Do you understand me? I want nothing to do with you. Go find someone else to fuck over." She said and slammed her glass on the bar beside him before pulling her arm from his grip and storming off towards Sigurd. She felt a weight come off her shoulders. There it was. The closure she needed. She said all she had been wanting to. All that had been bottled up. And it was time to wash her hands of it. "You ok?" Sigurd asked worried. But a dazzling smile overtook his best friends face and he relaxed, returning a small one. "Better than OK. Let get out of here and go get some greasy food from a sketchy place that will end up being the best thing we've ever tasted." He chuckled and offered his arm which she immediately took. "Sold. Let's go." Back at the bar Hvitserk patted a teary eyed Ivar. "You'll always be my brother but you fucked up big time and there's no coming back from it." He said softly. Ivar quickly wiped the falling tears and gave a stiff nod.

Guardian! Andromeda •James Delaney angst part 2•

He'd first seen her when He'd fell into the water as the ship sank. It'd been flashes of her white dress, her long hair, her face. And right before He was about passed out from oxygen deprivation, He'd felt her dainty arms wrap around his body and bring him to the surface so he could suck in huge breaths of air. But he saw nothing. Not even as he feverishly searched around him and in the water. But he knew. The second time was when he'd been ready to give up. He'd been whipped and forced to work in the hot sun. Sweat poured down his body and exhaustion was fighting him. But he knew if he fell, if he stopped working, he was dead. They'd kill him. And right as he was about to let exhaustion take over He'd felt a rush of energy. Like someone else had taken over and he was moving once again with a new found pace. And he knew this time too. It wasnt a coincidence she came to him when he needed her the most. So He'd started using his new found powers to call upon her. To get a glimpse. The first time he'd seen her she was sitting on the bank of the lake shore humming and knotting flowers together as the wind blew her hair back. She paused her work and turned to look at him with a smile. "Alright james?" She'd asked him. And he was so startled that he'd let go of the vision and tumbled back into the land of the consciousness. And as he had gotten better control of his powers he had been able to talk and interact with her more and more. And that brought him to now. Somehow. He didn't know how. But he had manifested her outside of his visions. And she followed him Everywhere. At first he didn't mind. He enjoyed the company. But when he returned to London, he had work to do. And she seemed to always be lecturing him. No matter that he was already called mad delaney. No. Now he was seen talking to himself by others. They couldn't see or hear her after all. She was sat on the table where he sat in helgas brothel, her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand. A look of boredom on her face as James scanned the room. "James. Can we go home yet?" He set down his goblet and swallowed. "No." He said quietly. She huffed. "Hes not here. The captain is not coming is he? Or he would've been here." She said. James ignored her and she rolled her eyes. Dieing at 16 really sucked. She hadnt been kissed, was still a virgin, and now she was stuck with the worlds grumpiest James delaney. Well. She wasnt stuck. She chose to stay. And she would go back and die again if it meant Zilpha was safe. But from what she saw Zilpha had turned cold and she didn't like it. The bell above the door rang and she turned to look. "James.." "hush." "James!" He winced as her yell rang in his ears. He looked up and saw the soldiers. He cursed and stealthily got up and made for the back door. But was spotted. "Delaney!" He kept walking. One pulled out their gun and shot. She knocked into him to push him sideways, the bullet went through her body and stuck into a pillar. He opened the door and disappeared into the alley, hiding until they came out. He then took out a knife and slit the ones throat before catching the other ones attention. She narrowed her eyes as the man pulled out a dagger of his own. Before she could do a thing James lunged. They grappled and the man managed to slice james' side open. He groaned and plunged his knife into the man's neck much like He'd done to her killer. He leaned back against the wall and lifted his shirt. It was bad. "James.." she said worriedly. He waved her off. "Let's just get home." He said and moved with great pain, stumbling down the streets. She let him use her as a crutch. Shoving some of her energy into him to get him home. He banged on the door and Andy could've cried when her dad opened the door. But she composed herself and helped James fall against the couch. She stood by watching the two of them. Her eyes glistened with tears watching her dad. When he went into the kitchen to get supplies James looked at her through pain filled and hooded eyes. "He misses you." She smiled sadly. "I miss him too." She said taking a seat beside him. Brace returned shortly and fixed up James best he could before retiring. James stayed on the couch for a while before standing and making his way to the stairs. "Im going to my room." He muttered. She nodded. "Goodnight James." He grunted in return and disappeared. ------------------ The next morning he awoke and came down to the kitchen to find Andy hovering over her father, watching him closely. And Brace seemed to be in a good mood for once as he served up the breakfast with a smile. James raised a brow. "Why are you all chummy for?" He asked taking a bite of the eggs. Brace sighed. "I dunno. I just feel..different." was all he said before disappearing again. Andy smiled watching her father disappear before sitting across from James at the table. "Your doing i take it." She shrugged. "I dunno. I tried to communicate but you know how that usually goes." She said. He grunted and downed his first days glass of brandy before standing. "Whats today then?" She asked. "Father's will reading." She groaned. "Boring." He cut his eye at her. "Fine. Ill be quiet." She said and stood to follow. ----------- Like she thought it was all boring. Until a lady stepped forward claiming to be Horace Delaneys widow. She immediately did not like this woman. She seemed arrogant and rude and spoiled. She had scoffed and rolled her eyes every time the woman talked and James was growing annoyed but he couldn't lose it infront of the lawyer and this woman so he gave her a subtle look to knock it off and she just crossed her arms and leaned against the desk infront of the two of them whilst they tried to figure out this stupid mix up. ---------------- "God, i HATE her." She stated as soon as they were back onto the london streets. James snorted. "Her pores seep arrogance and entitlement." She groaned. James just raised his brows in agreement with her statement. "Shes gonna be back isn't she?" She asked. He gave a curt nod to which she groaned loudly. "I can't believe I'm stuck out here with you. I wanna go back to that lake place. Where I dont have to see her again." He sighed. "Well can't do anything about that at the moment can I? I dont even know how you're out here in the first place." Andy said nothing but followed him on his various errands like always. Usually quiet this time. Until: "Can we get a cat?" "NO." "Dammit." A/N: hope you liked guardian! Andromeda. I tried my best.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝟏/𝟓)

Hi everyone! As already announced a few days ago, I started writing this mini-series, and I’m so excited omg I’m having the time of my life writing it 😂 It’s an enemies-to-lovers historical AU and (very) loosely inspired by the events of Bridgerton. There will be a lot of funny bantering, romantic tension as well as angst and also a few smutty scenes😏

I hope you enjoy - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  London, 1813. There is new evidence that Hydra - the secret organization that murdered your family - has taken root in Sokovia, under the reign of Baron Helmut Zemo and his court. The ball season has begun, Baron Zemo is visiting London to strengthen diplomatic relationships and gain new allies, and Sokovia is still lacking a Baroness. You, warden of Tony Stark, are the last chance to end Hydra without risking a war and find out if Baron Zemo is really involved in Hydra’s schemes. So, there’s only one thing left for you to do: woo the Baron, gain his hand in marriage, become his Baroness - and bring Hydra and the Sokovian court to its knees.  

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London, 1813. While the rest of the city was feverishly preparing for the first dance of the year to finally open the ball season – or, as mothers and their unmarried daughters called it with a giggle, hunting season – the atmosphere in the most beautiful mansion at Grosvenor Square was tense.

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Broken •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

WARNINGS: angst, Mentions of suicide attempts, mental illnesses, abandonment, psych wards, semi happy ending on this one boys. Sorry. I had to do it to ya! I love torturing myself and you guys!

She was 8 when her father married Aslaug. It hadn't been easy for her to get used to the combined household. And Ivar didn't make it any easier on her. Her other step brothers were nice and comforting to her, even Sigurd. But not Ivar. He was mean and went out of his way to make her existence miserable. But he wasn't the catalyst or even the reason for why she did what she did when she was 16. No one knew the answer to that question still. And it had been years. But Ivar remembered it as if it was yesterday. Because he'd been the one the find her. And that image was something he'd never get out of his mind. He would live with that trauma forever.

Ivar pushed the front door open already annoyed as he could hear the metal music thumping from outside. And it assaulted his ears as he entered and slammed the door behind him. It was turned onto max volume and he couldn't even hear himself think. "ZORA!" He screamed enraged. But it didn't carry over the music. She had skipped school that morning. And he'd known because Aslaug had been informed by the school. He was a senior whilst she was a sophomore and so he'd been excused per Aslaugs request so he could go home and ensure everything was alright because Zora wasn't answering her phone or the home phone. And Aslaug was worried. He resented Zora. She was always pulling some dumb shit and worrying his mother or upsetting her and he was done with her shit. This was the last straw. Now it was interfering with his own life and he refused to let it continue. He stormed up the stairs, albeit slowly since his braces limited his leg movement and his legs were rather weak. But he reached the landing and stormed into her bedroom, shutting off the music and growling when she wasn't present. He banged on her bathroom door. "ZORA! you better fucking get your shit together! You hear me?! I'm tired of your bullshit! And it's starting to fuck up my life!" But there was no answer. And that only enraged him more. He gripped the handle and tried to turn it only to discover it to be locked. "Stop being a bitch and open the fucking door Zora! I'm tired of you! You hear me?!" But more silence followed and his anger began to receed and worry replaced it. "Zora?! Open the fucking door!" He banged one more time. No answer. He took a deep breath and began slamming his shoulder into the door. It finally splintered and gave way. He stumbled in and immediately his breath left him as his stomach began to turn. There she laid on the floor in a heap, empty pill bottles scattered around her along with one of her father's expensive bottles of Whiskey almost emptied as well. "Zora!" He stumbled towards her, ignoring the pain in his legs as he heaved her limp body up and against his chest. "Hey! Hey! Zora!" He slapped her cheek but she still gave no answer. "Fuck!" He yelled and dragged her to the shower, falling back into the tub with her against his front. He turned the knobs of the shower, freezing water cascading from the shower head and drenching the both of them. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, thankful for the waterproof case on it and dialed 911.

Ubbe rushed up to the front of the house where Ivar paced by the front door, soaked with water as the paramedics worked on Zora upstairs where he'd left them. "What the hell happened?!" Ubbe asked worried. "I dont know. Mom called the school and asked me to leave to check on her since she'd never went this morning. I came home and she had her music turned all the way up and the bathroom was locked. She wasn't answering so I forced the door open and she was just laying there on the floor surrounded by pill bottles and a whisky bottle. She wouldn't wake up." His voice broke amd tears swam in his eyes as he recounted what he found to Ubbe. His brother pulled him into a hug and held him tight. "Its gonna be ok Ivar." He only sobbed quietly into his brother. Ubbe didn't let go. Not when the paramedics wheeled Zora down the stairs on the stretcher or when they slammed the doors to the ambulance shut and sped off with her to the hospital.

Aslaug had been beside herself with worry and grief. No one knew why Zora did what she did. And it was a shock to everyone. Zora had always been happy and sarcastic. Never once did she elude to being unhappy or even in pain. Her father had made the hard decision to send Zora to an outpatient program for treatment. He loved her with all he had in him and he couldn't bare a repeat of the recent events. She'd been gone from the home for 8 months before coming home again. And she truly seemed better. She seemed sorry for what she'd tried to do. And made the effort to get better and stay better. Going to therapy. Taking her medications and following the rules given to her in order to stay at home. Which were no sharp things, no unattended medications or alcohol, and monitored constantly. And Ivar even made the attempt to befriend her. His attitude towards her was better. He was gentle and nice and made it clear that if she ever needed to talk he was there. No matter what. They became closer. Even inseparable.

Maybe that's why it hurt so much when Freydis came along a couple years later into her adulthood and he abandoned her. But she kept her head up and continued on her path to betterment. Until one night when she spiraled and all that pain in her chest was too overwhelming. She had tried to call Ivar multiple times as she sobbed and tried to resist the dark thoughts that invaded her mind and took over. It had been her last ditch effort to stop herself and get help. To cry out that she was no ok and that she was scared of what she was going to do if left alone with her thoughts. But he'd ignored every. Single. One. He was annoyed by her calls and finally ended up turning off his phone completely when it was clear she wouldn't stop calling. He had been with Freydis on a date and he wanted no distractions. He would call her back later. He would regret that decision deeply once he'd turned his phone back on to dozens of texts and calls from his mother and brothers.

"Ivar!" His brothers frantic voice met his ears after picking up on the second ring. His heart dropped into his stomach immediately. Bjorn was never this worried or scared. "What? What happened?" He asked quietly. Almost frightened of the answer. "Its Zora! She tried to kill herself again!" He said urgently. "What?" He whispered. And suddenly he thought back to all those calls he'd ignored earlier and guilt set heavily in his chest. He suddenly felt dizzy and had to grip the chair infront of him before rounding it and falling into it. He rubbed a hand down his face roughly. "H-how is she?" He asked. "We don't know. They won't let us back with her. They said that given her history she will most likely be sent to another program again." He sighed through the phone. Ivar couldn't get over the guilt. "I-i did this." He said upset. "How ivar? Did you force her to swallow those pills?" "No. But I ignored her. She tried to call. Several times. I ignored them. I was annoyed because I was on a date with Freydis. I should've answered. I should've known something was wrong. She never calls.." there was silence on the other end and he closed his eyes as tears escaped. "No ivar. It's not your fault. She made her choices." Bjorn finally replied. "I gotta go. She's at kattegat General if you want to come. If not, that's OK too. Get some rest ok? It's not your fault." And then the line went dead. There was silence for a few minutes before ivar let out a roar of rage and began to destroy his apartment.

When she'd gotten back from the program ivar forced her to move in with him. She said she didn't want to be a burden to anyone but he called bullshit and said she clearly couldn't be trusted on her own. And she had gone silent and allowed him to began packing her things. And it had worked out for the both of them. He monitored her and she was getting better. She kept mostly to herself in her room and he was fine with that. He had always known she was introverted. And it worked for the best when Freydis would come over. But things went south quickly when he'd found out Freydis was cheating on him. And when he'd asked her why she'd said that his relationship with Zora as a caretaker was too much for her. That he gave her too much attention as if she would break at any second. He had quickly told her to get out. To delete his shit and never contact him again. And she had done so without any argument. His love for her had grown to hatred the moment she'd tried to blame her actions on Zora. He was devastated at first. Freydis had been what he'd considered to be his first true love. And Zora was right by his side through his mourning. She didn't judge him or say anything. Just sat quietly and let him rant to her or watched TV with him. She didn't tell him that she'd heard everything that night. She didn't tell him that she knew she was the reason for his break up. And she didn't tell him about the guilt she harbored because of it. And that was only strike one for her. Strike two had been in the form of Katia. She was nice, she looked exactly like Freydis, she made him happy for the first time since Freydis. Zora made it a habit to make herself scarce whenever Katia was around, not wanting a repeat of the Freydis situation. And it worked. But Katia and Ivar broke up a short time later, both citing that they just didn't see it going anywhere. And whilst Katia had said that that was the reason, she had also mentioned Zora. Said that it was awkward to return to his apartment for private time knowing his sister was across the hall in her room where she rarely left. And Zora began to feel an even bigger ball of guilt form. This was the second of Ivars relationships she'd indirectly ruined. She had told him the next week that she was moving out. And whilst he tried to protest and argue, she refused to budge and he let her go. He shouldn't have let her go. He would do anything in his power to take it back. To force her to stay. Gods. He would. Because strike three had been when her father and Aslaug had been killed in an accident. It was sudden. And it was no one's fault. The two of them had been driving home in a storm and the car slid off the road and flipped after hitting a particular wet patch and sliding suddenly without warning. They both had been killed instantly. Everyone had been devastated. But not Zora. Or so it seemed. But he knew better. He knew she put up walls and pretended. He had tried his hardest to stay close to her. He called her every night to check on her and make sure she was OK. Especially after the funerals. And she put on a good show. Even he was finding himself falling for it at times. And he really should've known something was wrong that night when she didn't answer immediately like she always did. He always called at the same time. There was no excuse. But he let himself believe she was just busy.

She pushed the car harder, faster as it rounded the bend. Ivar had called. She ignored it initially as she gulped down the alcohol that she'd been drinking as she pushed her foot down on the gas, listening to the metal music blaring through the speakers of the sports car. But she faltered and sighed, pressing the callback button. He answered on the first ring. "Hey! You ok? You usually answer." She smiled sadly as tears slipped down her cheeks. "Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I was in the other room for a minute and missed it. Times been fast today." She said dejected. Silence and then. "Zora? Are you OK? Be honest with me. You sound.." she laughed sadly. "Yeah ivar. I'm ok. More than OK. Hey. I want you to promise me something ok?" He frowned. She wasn't making any sense. And he was growing worried. "Yes. Anything." "Ok. Promise me you won't be mad ok? You'll be ok. You won't be sad all your life ok? Promise." Ivar could hear his heartbeat rushing in his ears. "Zora. Where are you? Don't do anything stupid. I'll come get you! Please just whatever you're doing or thinking of doing, don't!" "I love you Ivar." She whispered before hanging up. He slammed his fist into the counter "FUCK!" He dialed Ubbe and quickly let him know what was going on before grabbing his keys and rushing from his apartment and to hers. But it was empty. And her car keys were gone. And he felt the cold feeling of dread settle in. And he knew this time she wasn't coming home. And she knew it to as she jerked the wheel on the next turn forcing the car through the guard rail and off the cliff, into the freezing waters below.

He was the last one standing at the grave site. He clenched the rose in his fist and glared at the shiny headstone. "I know I promised. But I am utterly Enraged with you right now Zora. How could you do this to us? To me? We lost Ma and now you? How many people have to suffer just because you were hurting? You could've said something to me! I would've done whatever I needed to! You knew that!" His voice broke and tears dripped down his cheeks. "I hate you Zora! I hate you!" He sobbed quietly. His emotions taking over. He threw the rose down and stormed off just as the rain broke the sky.

"Careful Igor! Wait for me!" Ivar called out to his son who ran ahead of him and fell down infront of the headstone. "Hello Aunty Zora! Happy birthday! I brought you a flower I picked from the backyard!" The boy said happily and set it carefully down on the headstone. "Igor. You must be more careful. What if you'd have fallen and hurt yourself?" Ivar scolded. "Sorry! I just wanted to get to Aunty Zora faster! To show her my surprise!" He pouted. Ivar sighed and relented. "Ok. Just be more careful ok? I don't think she'd want you to hurt yourself over her." Igor nodded happily. "Ill be right back I forgot MY flower in the car. Dont move." He turned and walked back the way they came. "Man. Tell him he should wrap you in bubble wrap then eh?" Igor's eyes lit up at the woman sitting infront of him. "Aunty Zora!" He breathed. The woman smiled back at him. "Hello little moon. How have you both been?" "We've been ok aunty Zora. But dad's been seeing this new woman. Ingrid. She's really nice. And she likes me. So dad says she's a keeper. But he's also really wary that she'll end up leaving." "Mmm. Tell your dad to lighten up. Not every woman is like Freydis hmm? If she likes you and hasn't run yet. That's a good sign. I have to go soon little moon." She sighed. "So soon? You just got here. He frowned. "Unfortunately I don't have the energy to keep this up. And I only get special privileges on my birthday. You know this. Tell your dad I love him ok? And I love you too. I'll see you next time little moon!" "I love you too aunty Zora!" He watched her disappear. "Who were you talking to?" Ivar said as he carefully kneeled next to Igor. "Aunty Zora said she loves you and that you should give Ingrid a chance." Ivar snapped his head to Igor and felt as if the breath was knocked out of him suddenly. "Z-zora was...?" Tears welled in his eyes as he looked back at the headstone. "She comes sometimes. Only on her birthday. She says the gods give her special privileges only on her birthday. So she uses them to visit us." He said happily and Ivar closed his eyes, tears dripping down his cheeks. "She also said that you might as well wrap me in bubble wrap at this point." He let out a laugh at that. "Yeah. That's something she'd definitely say." He said sadly. "Don't cry daddy. She wouldn't want that. She's always watching. She said grandma and grandpa are as well but they don't visit because you're at peace with them being gone." He frowned. It was true. He had gotten over his mother and fathers deaths. But Zoras was the hardest. He always felt that guilt deep within him that said he could've done something. Igor patted his back. "Its not your fault. She said so." He collapsed at that, sobbing so violently at the relief that flooded him. The weight that lifted off him was immense. It wasnt his fault. There was nothing he could do. She'd said so. Igor only consoled his father until he'd calmed. "Come Igor. We will come back next week. I think we both need to talk about your....abilities hmm?" He asked with a watery smile, placing the rose on the headstone and using it to stand up. Igor beamed as he got up too. "You mean the ghosts?" "There are more?!" He asked surprised as they made their way back to the car. "Mmhmm. There's an old man over there! He's playing with his dog! The dogs name is Sammy! And he loves his favorite ball!" Ivar groaned. "Ghost dog with a favorite ball. Lovely." Igor giggled.

The Interview •Alex Høgh Andersen •

A/N: GhostOracle is based on the band JINJER. And this one is short.

Alex and Marco sat on the couch across from the interviewer on the other side of the small wooden table answering questions. "Ok so last question for Alex." He said with a grin. Alex smiled back. "Alright. Shoot." "A little birdy told me you have a celebrity crush. Care to elaborate?" Alex glanced over to Marco who was smirking. "I uh..yup. I do." He said and leaned into Marco who laughed. "Ok. Who is this celebrity? Do we know them?" Alex squeezed his eyes shut with a smile. "Oh God. Um maybe?" Marco laughed loudly. "Just say it! Stop stalling!" "Shut up. I know the little birds was you. Always spilling my secrets!" He said jokingly. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. "Alright. So Marco showed me this band whilst we were filming season 5. I'm not too into heavy metal music. I like rock music but the screaming usually gives me a headache and I try to avoid those at all costs. But Marco loves heavy metal music. So one day he convinced me to listen to one of his favorite bands, GhostOracle, and I do admit it's good. I was really confused at first because I was like "how is that sound coming from a woman?" All three men laugh before Alex continues. "But then I was like 'oh this is catchy.' It was stuck inside my head all day so when I went home I decided to listen to more and then I got curious so I looked them up and yeah." He cuts himself off. Marco claps his hand on his back. "No no no. Tell them what you told me. You texted me not long after." He laughed. Alex went red. "I uhhh. Texted Marco and said the frontwoman, Lilith, was beautiful." He cleared his throat. "With heart eye emoji! And he follows her on instagram and twitter. I see him smiling like an idiot at his phone anytime somethings posted." Marco cuts in. And Alex pushes his face into Marcos shoulder to hide. "Hey now. We know GhostOracle here! They are actually one of our favorites to interview. So I do agree with you Alex. Lilith is very beautiful. And kind too!" The interviewer said trying to lighten up the embarrassment Alex felt. Alex righted himself on the couch feeling a bit relieved. "That being said. We do have a surprise for you before you go! A thank you for letting us interview you!" Alex nodded thinking the situation was over with. Until "Hello boys. Nice to meet you!" He froze at the Ukrainian accented female voice he had come to know. Marco nodded at her whilst grinning and moved over so she could sit between the two of them. She took a seat and smiled. "You are Marco and you are Alex?" She asked. Marco nodded happily and Alex nodded whilst blushing. "Im Lilith! Vikings is actually my favorite show! So this is an honor for me!" The interviewer laughs. "And who's your favorite viking on the show?" She smiled. "Ivar. Hands down. I like the chaos. Who doesnt?" Alex turned red again. "You've heard Alex has a crush on you. What's do you think?" She laughed softly and Alex rubbed his face trying to hide. "I think he's not so bad himself." She raised a brow and shrugged with a soft smile. Marco laughed loudly. "Im like cupid man." She laughed with him whilst Alex just grinned embarrassed. "Well I think this all went very well. It's time to end the interview unfortunately but I think we ended on a great note. As for the two of you, I now ship you. So I hope everything works out!" The three laugh.

And it did infact work out. They stayed friends for a while before actually dating and eventually marrying. All because of Marco and an interview.

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!!