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[burntsecrets]

Kickstart My Heart

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 921 Summary: Eddie loves taking you to rock concerts, sharing his passion for music, and showing you off as his cool partner. Warnings: Loud music, crowded spaces, physical contact, possessive behavior, flashing/strobe lights, strong emotional intensity, implied PDA

It's a Saturday night, and the air hums, thick with anticipation, as bodies press together, a restless energy rippling through the crowd. The faint smell of beer and sweat lingers, mixing with the metallic tang of the amps warming up. You’re right at the edge of the pit, the boundary where chaos is about to erupt, Eddie’s arm draped over your shoulders, solid and familiar. The flicker of dim lights catches the sheen of spilled drinks on the floor, the shadows stretching and shrinking like they’re alive. The bass thuds low and steady, rattling through your chest, each pulse syncing with your heartbeat.

Eddie bobs his head to the pre-show riffs spilling from the speakers, his curls bouncing, untamed as ever. He doesn’t just hear the music; it moves through him, lighting him up like a live wire. You glance sideways, catching his grin—a wicked curve of his lips that dares the night to get better. His dark eyes lock on you, and for a second, everything else fades: the crowd, the noise, even the stage. His gaze isn’t just looking at you; it’s pulling you in like you’re the reason he’s here.

He leans in close, his breath brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Ready for this, babe?” His voice is low, rough, and tinged with the kind of excitement that bubbles just before the drop. You nod, though your pulse isn’t quickening from the music. It’s him—Eddie, alive and electric in his element, his passion practically spilling out of him. The way he glows when he talks about music, like it’s a religion and you’re his favorite convert, sends a thrill through you.

A sharp guitar chord splits the air, and the lights dim to black. The crowd explodes, a wave of voices surging forward, pressing closer. Eddie laughs, wild and unrestrained, grabbing your hand as the pit heaves around you. He dives in without hesitation, dragging you along, his fingers warm and solid in yours. His movements are raw, untamed, all sharp angles and unfiltered energy, his hair whipping as he headbangs like he was born for this. But when his hand squeezes yours, there’s a gentleness beneath the chaos, an anchor holding you steady even as the world tilts.

You catch him shooting a smirk at a couple of guys sneaking glances your way, their lingering looks barely subtle beneath the shifting lights. Eddie’s grin stretches wider, wicked and triumphant, as if he’s just scored the winning hand in a high-stakes game. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him with an effortless possessiveness that sends a thrill racing through you. There’s no tension in his hold, only the playful confidence of someone who knows exactly what he has and isn’t afraid to show it. “Look at her!” he shouts, voice cracking with unrestrained joy, loud enough to cut through the pounding music and the din of the crowd.

Heads turn at his declaration, but Eddie doesn’t care. His pride radiates, bold and unapologetic, woven into the way his eyes never leave yours, his expression practically glowing. He beams at you, his smile wide and unguarded, like the thought of you standing here with him is enough to make his entire night. You feel heat rush to your face, the tips of your ears burning under the strobe lights. But there’s no teasing in his gaze, no smugness in his voice—just pure, unfiltered pride. It’s written all over him, in the tilt of his head and the way his fingers splay across your hip, like he’s daring anyone to doubt that you belong here, with him, in this moment.

The music crashes around you, the relentless rhythm pounding like a second heartbeat, shaking the air and rattling your ribs. You tilt your head back, your eyes drawn to Eddie under the chaotic swirl of strobe lights. He looks untouchable, like something out of a dream. His wild curls bounce with every movement, catching flashes of light that dance across his sharp jaw and high cheekbones. The leather jacket clings to his frame, worn and rugged, the perfect complement to the ink that snakes across his forearms, momentarily illuminated by the erratic bursts of light. The way he moves—fluid yet wild, entirely unrestrained—makes it easy to imagine him onstage instead of in the crowd, commanding an audience with nothing but his presence.

But then he looks at you, and it’s like the whole world tilts. The music, the lights, the bodies pressing in around you—it all fades into the background. His dark eyes lock on yours, and they’re soft now, stripped of the playful arrogance he flashes at the crowd. They hold you in place, like an invisible tether drawing you closer, the rest of the world forgotten. His gaze says everything he doesn’t need to put into words: You’re it. You’re the reason I’m here. The reason I’m alive in this moment.

It’s not just pride anymore; it’s devotion, raw and unguarded, that takes your breath away. The pounding music becomes nothing more than a dull thrum, the flashing lights just a faint flicker at the edge of your awareness. He looks at you like you’re the star of the show, like you’re the reason the crowd cheers and the band plays. Every crashing chord, every screaming lyric, every flicker of light—it all feels like it exists for you, because of you.

And for one perfect, electric moment, you believe him. You believe that, in Eddie’s eyes, you are the center of the universe.

[hazashiovo]

will there be part 3 🥹🥹 https://at.tumblr.com/hazashiovo/imagine-beeing-aemonds-enemy-yet-his-biggest/nafm7hxwzf5j

It took me a while to think of something to write so I apologize. I also have to warn you I never read the book or any of ASOIAF so I will invent my own plot. Also blood and cheese doesn't happen here.

Thank you for reminding me and due to a few requests, I'm introducing you part 3 of the series!

Aemond Targaryen X reader!

imagine being Aemond's enemy yet his biggest obsession part 3!

Ps: english isn't my first language🧜‍♀️

You left.

You left Aemond in the middle of the night not allowing the white haired prince to do anything about it.

He was a fool for thinking he was able to take you, break you.How did he not see that?

God, he was furious. He made a vow to catch you, and never let you go again , right through his fingers.

-

You escaped.beeing trapped in there, made you feel like your mind would go bad, but now you're free, and soon you'll be home with your mother.

You thought about what you would say to your mother and father.would you mention how you fucked the prince your brother left without and eye?

Thoughts were clouding your mind, replaying the night of your escape. A dirty feeling all over your body, but it didn't bother you,strangely.

Your mother's daughter as one would say.

Your dragon was rested, and even fed. Ready to take you home.

A day and half took you to get to dragon stone.

You were exhausted, hungry, and tired. Physically and mentally.

The moment you landed you felt light headed.

You managed to find the war room. Opening the doors,all the eyes on you.

You didn't catch your mother's teary eyes, only her hold on you. You didn't hear your fathers curses towards the greens, only felt him holding you up, not letting you fall.

Than it all went blank.

-

Aemond was scolded. A lot.

He was tired of hearing his mother yell at him for what felt like hours.

The boy could only imagine how his older brother would snicker behind his back, knowing that at the time, he wasn't the source of his mother's rage, but his young perfect brother.

At one point he was allowed to return to his duties, yet,his mother remained angry.

He got news, you managed to return to dragon stone.

His jaw clenched in anger as he crumbled the paper your whereabouts were written.

You fooled him, and he will not let it slide.

Rhaenyra's hand caressed your face as your father was pacing around the room, angry from the sound of his stomping.

Slowly,your eyes open. They twitch as light greets them.

Your mother was first to notice you were awake.

-My love!-

The queen hugs you.

Once she let's go, Your father at your side.

-my sweet, sweet girl..-

his hands carres your head as he holds you tight in his arms.

-Mother... Father, I missed you.-

Your voice managed to break the silence.

The way they're looking at you, gods it makes you feel guilty.

-Luke,he arrived, didn't he?-

You try to get up from the bed, worry filling your whole body.

-Yes, don't get up. Your whole body is full of bruises. I'll kill them, those fuckin cunts that play pretend with the kingdom.-

Daemons now angry voice raises.

At the castle, you didn't even bother checking for your wounds. It was true. One look at your arm convinced you. It was blue and purple in many places.

Daemon was pissed. So was Rhaenyra.

You talked with you parents a bit after leaving to rest, and from what you heard Luke was alright.

You did good protecting your little brother,a smile crept on you face.

/next day/

Getting up from the bed, you were meet with a servant ready to prepare you for breakfast. You gotta admit, you were pretty hungry.

Once at the table you sat down.

The morning went great, but a thought kept. Creeping your mind.

-I want to learn to fight.-

Your voice broke the silence in the dining hall.

A snicker was heard from your father's side.

-what?-

Rhaenyra rose her head from her plate.

-last time, I lost because I wasn't good enough. I want to be prepared this time.-

The confidence was clear and loud in you and your voice.

It looks like you let your mother wordless, so your father decided to answer for her.

-You're right. You'll start as soon as your body is fully healed.-

He returned to his food.

Your mother still quiet.

-I'll be fine, mother, I promise-

You reached your hand over to her, reassuring the woman.

/6 Months later/

Swords clashed, mud on your shoes and pants. Sweat dripping from your forehead and adrenaline pumping in your veins.

-Just give up daughter, I got you.-

Daemon's teasing manner annoyed you further.

You landed a hit on his leg and quickly spun behind him. Unfortunately you didn't manage to finish h of as his sword found your neck.

You roll your eyes and groan in frustration.

Gods does he love annoying and teasing you.

-you won,Kepa-

You drop your sword on the ground.

The greens and the blacks were now fighting for Harenhall, and you were going to be there with your father, on the battlefield. It's your duty as a heir to be a brave and strong queen once your mother is gone.

News of the rival army , you heard your father and mother planning a strategy.

Of course , your mother would never let you leave.but Your father? He knows.

At night fall, a part of the army left to retrieve Harenhall.

You being in there.

It was quick, your army was good, so it didn't take long before half or more of them were no more. Especially with Daemon, the rogue prince as a leader.

Your job was to take a part from the men and make your way inside.

Finishing up pretty quick, you found the main hall.

You plunged your sword in one of the guard's chest. You took the sword away from his body and cleaned it from the remaining blood on its metal.

-So we meet again, Bastard whore.-

The voice rang trough your ears. He slowly walked away from the pillar he was before.

-Uncle.-

You clutched your sword tightly, keeping it close to your body.

Aemond was unimpressed,spiteful and he felt rage, rage that you played and escaped him that night. Rage that you used him, rage that you made him feel those sickening thoughts, just for you.

His eye never left yours, sternly watching your every move, like a mad man.

-Came here to be captured again? Whore? Or did you not have enough last time?-

Aemond's rude remark already made you feel annoyed.

-You're right, rude of me to not say my farewells, kepus.-

You teased, making sure your energy matched his.

The Prince's jaw tensed in anger as he reached for his sword, attached to his hip.

-If it's a duel you're looking for I'm all in, kepus, but it will end up completely different. I promise.-

A confident tone was easily found in your voice, fearless, daring.

Aemond only smirked, he seemed to be taking your whole appearance up.

-I will win, and I will keep you as my slave for as long as i desire. Be sure, that I will treat you however I like, niece-

Your face scrunched up in disgust, but never have you let your tough persona fall and crumble, especially in the eyes of this man.

-I will be the judge of that.-

With that being said, Aemond launched at you. Why was he fighting so reckles? He usually calculated his steps, moves, but now all he went for was the win.

Your body skilfully ignored his blows, even landing some small hits.

He was heavy, after all, he was a man,but you? You were fast and sly as a viper. Just like you were taught, you waited for the right of openings to hit.

Aemond had that crazy look in his eye, a vengeful one, a manic one.

Your swords clashed together, faces inches apart.

-Give up, and I will be merciful, Bastard.-

The prince spoke in a hushed voice, breathless even.

You clenched your jaw, shaking your head in a 'no' manner.

-Nah, not as long as I breathe.-

You ducked as he almost landed a hit on your head, making quick work , you snuck behind him, landing a deep cut in his upper tigh. Aemond groaned in pain, a hand on his wound where you just cut him.

A kick in the back of the knee had him down and bleeding.

-What'd i tell ya?-

You kicked away his sword, sending it a away.

A foot slammed on his hand, putting force and keeping it glued to the ground,you heard him groan once again.

-You know, this reminds me of the time you had me in the same position you are now.-

You laughed, quite sadistically if someone were to hear you. It did remind you of back then if you were honest.

You were to busy focusing on his face , his eye, his expression that you didn't notice what he was doing until you felt it.

He plunged his dagger right in your side. Pain closed all your senses.

You opened your mouth to scream, but no sound left it. you backed away from him.

One hand at your side, the other holding your sword, barely.

The blood you were losing was letting itself be felt, light headed, dizzy, sick. All of them at once.

-You forgot one thing, I hate losing. Especially what is rightfully mine.-

Aemond kicked you in the side, making your pain 10 times harder. You tried getting up, but he kicked you again.

The prince lowered himself, now eye to eye with you.

-I warned you. Niece.-

Feeling something close to your hand, you made the best to pick it.

He stood so close to you. Before he could mutter another word, you hit him in the head, a rock is what you felt, a big one.

You saw him holding his now bleeding side of the head, the same look you had on this moment. No longer after, he collapsed.

It took you a lot of strength to get up. But you did.

Once you found one of your soldiers, you told him to grab some people and capture the white haired prince.

A month later

Aemond hadn't heard word of you ever since he was captured. Not a visit,nothing.

His wounds started healing, that was good. Maybe soon enough he can escape from here. See his mother and sister again.

He was shocked to see you enter his cell. Even though he stabbed you a king time ago, you still had bandages around your waist. The one he held that sweet night.

Aemond wore no shirt, he prefered doing so, but he did have black pants on, also his eye patch was not here.Meant to humiliate him, surely that was your father's doing.

-Yea, it looks pretty fucked up.-

Your voice startled him, to lost in thoughts to remember you were there to.

-Enjoying your new home kepus?-

You scaned the cell, at least the greens offered you a room fit for a royal back then.

Aemond scoffed, glaring at you unmoved.

-Why are you here, to make fun of me? Torture me? Bastard whore.-

A chuckle rose from you, you didn't miss his bitchy behavior.

-you should really be careful and hold your tongue when you speak to me. After all... I am heir of the queen That doesn't allow for you to be killed.-

Aemond rolled his eye, still as sassy as ever. You continued, answering his previous question.

-Perhaps, or perhaps I'm here to question you.-

His brow quirked in curiosity.

It was a strange thing, a strange reason for you to low yourself here to question him.

-I have nothing to lose.-

The white haired answered, barely audible.

-Why do you hate me?-

With that said, he seemed more interested in anything else than you, your figure or your presence.

-Don't ignore me.-

Aemond was taken back by your sudden demanding attitude.

He hummed in annoyance.

-How else can I explain to you, you are a bastard. The daughter of a rascal who's playing against my brother. Is that a reason good enough for you?-

The prince was quick to finding reasons. But it didn't phase or satisfy you.

-No.-

Once his eye found yours he seemed taken aback by you answer.

-I asked, why do you hate me. Not my Mother, it was long before that, uncle.-

He had time to think. Why did he hurt you? Why did he insult you, why couldn't he fund the nerve to just kill you and why did he keep thinking on the night you escaped. The way your body for so well with his.

He was wordless.

-Answer me!-

You yelled as he stood up.

-i hate you because whatever you do, whatever you did you always got away!I hate you because you had everyone to care for you! I hate you because I seem to feel so different whenever you're around, like you're supposed to be mine, like a caged bird unable to escape.-

With each word he got closer, until there were only inches between you two.

You didn't know what to say, from what he said he was jealous, and obsessed at the same time.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

-Good enough reasons now? Niece.-

A deep breath was taken into your chest, now you didn't know what to think anymore.

The memory was distant, but the way he was so close to you now, it reminded you of the night you shared.

-Now my turn, you could have escape so many ways. So why did you chose what you choose.-

You didn't know, or you did but you didn't wanna admit it. It was a thing you always had for the prince, the way he would look at you, you couldn't read him back then, or the snarky comments. Some would call you a masochist.

-That is my business.-

By now, all you build up had fall upon you, no more tough and brave persona, but a flustered little girl seeing her crush.

Before you could end the visit Aemond grabbed you from behind, his body basically glued to yours.

-We're not done here, sweet little thing.-

You could feel yourself heating up like an oven. Aemond never used those kind of pet names with you, only insults and rude remarks.

Your back was faced to his chest, one of his hand layed on your hip, as the other held your jaw, it was soft, not like when you fought, but in a lovers way.

He turned your head enough for your faces to be not even inches apart. Lips slightly parted.

This time, the look in his eye was not spite or anger. It was something more, something more intimate.

The way he looked at you... Not even a fool could deny Aemonds feelings towards the niece he claims to hate.

You wanted to pull away, to push him and leave, but it seemed your body was frozen, stil as a statue.

-Why do you do this uncle? Play this game of cat and mouse.-

You finally managed to mutter some words.

-You were meant to be mine ever since the beginning, sweet thing.-

He made you doubt.

Was he about to use the same tactic you used on him to escape?

Was he lying to you?

Was he-

The thoughts that circled in your head were suddenly stopped the moment you felt his lips on yours.

They were soft, and the kiss wasn't forced or rough.

-I can't do this.-

You spoke, trying to move forward from him, but he would just not let go of you.

-Don't go, not again sweet thing.-

The prince pleaded, soft voice and soft kisses trailed your neck.

He was in love with his obsession.

End of story bitchesss!

So this is the last part and I won't be writing any for this fix, but you can check out my other fics🐀

I'm so dumb cause like at the middle of writing I taught I saved me draft and I didn't and guess who almost gave up. But fortunately I improved some of my main ideas and wrote them here.

I rlly hope you enjoyed this cause I BARELY made something in my tiny little brain. 😶

[anthonys237thfreckle]

hey lovely!

i saw you write for lots of anthony’s characters. cld i request a javi one? (he’s one of my favs now)

maybe like in headcanon format? and the prompt would be when reader (f) is dating him for a bit and he wakes up from a nightmare that he loses her, since they both went through that EF5 storm w kate and the others.

hope you’re doing okay!!!!!

hey love!! thanks for the request!!

yes, i’m doing okay. thanks for asking <3 and ur req was so cute i js had to! sorry it took me a while :P here it is xx

Night Terrors - Javier ‘Javi’ Rivera x F! reader

prompt: Javi woke up in a cold sweat, afraid he lost you.

tw: sleep terrors, mentions of injury, panic attacks, NOT PROOFREAD!!

slight angst to fluff!

🌪️ - Your eyes blinked the film of sleep away when you heard Javi start to hyperventilate. Turning to look at him, furrowing your brows in confusion and squinting to try and fight sleep, you put a hand on his bare shoulder.

🌪️ - The heat in Tornado Alley was brutal these days, so Javi was sweaty from panic, and the weather and humidity. He trembled like the glass windows on stormy days, breathing heavy like when he’d recover from the adrenaline of chasing storms.

🌪️- “Hey, Javi- shh” you rubbed his shoulder, moving to kiss his nose bridge. “Hey, calm down. Deep breaths” 🌪️- He blinked his eyes open, clinging to your shirt (which you stole from him), sniffling and slowing his breathing. You wiped his tears, kissed them away from his cheek, then pulled him in so his face was resting in your cleavage - he wasn’t usually the little spoon, but no way in hell he was complaining.

🌪️- “You’re okay, baby” you whispered, running a hand through his curls “I’m right here” you hugged him tighter.

🌪️- “I-I-” he stuttered, taking a shuddering breath “I- I thought- I thought I-I lo-lost you” he shuddered “You- you had this- this huge gash- and the storm- it-” 🌪️- “shhhh….” you silenced him “listen…” you said, hand still moving through his hair “listen to the wind outside” 🌪️- It was quiet except for the rustle of the tree outside your window, and the night was calm. Crickets and owls sang their lonely song to the moon. 🌪️- “There’s no storm, I’m safe, you’re safe. It was just a dream, angel” you reassured, wide awake by now, pressing occasional kisses to his freckled forehead. 🌪️- Javi nodded, breathing in your scent, squeezing you tighter, to prove you were there. There with him, safe, unscathed.

🌪️- “Want some hot chocolate?” you asked out of nowhere after a moment of silence “I’ll add some cinnamon. I know you like it” you said softly, a smile on your face

🌪️- Javi smiled and chuckled breathlessly. “How could I say no to you, babygirl?..”

AAAAAAAAA THAT WAS MY FIRST FIC FOR JAVI I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!

lmk if you want to be added to my taglist!!!

- scarlet xx

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I guess y’all can call the variation, an... A-You? 

when y/n in the fic does something u would never do

[burntsecrets]

Beneath the Northern Lights

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader Word Count: 926 Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 5: northern lights Summary: Geralt takes you to a secluded spot to see the northern lights. Warnings: Mild language, romantic intimacy, mentions of Geralt’s past trauma A/N: I know days 4-8 are late, I thought I had queued them all up, but I guess I forgot. I went camping to take a break before I open my business. And it was so nice to detox, read, and go hiking with my doggo. 😊

The biting chill of the Skellige night cuts through the thick wool of your cloak as you follow Geralt up the winding trail. His silhouette is sharp against the pale shimmer of moonlight that filters through the scattered pines. Snow crunches softly beneath his boots, the faint sound mixing with Roach’s snuffling back at the campsite below.

“Almost there,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, carrying on the still air like a secret meant only for you. His gloved hand brushes yours in passing, an unspoken reassurance as the incline steepens.

The stars above are breathtaking, scattered like shards of glass across a velvet sky. You’ve never seen them so clear, so vivid. Geralt glances back at you, his white hair catching the faint light, and offers a rare, almost playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Close your eyes,” he instructs softly, his tone gentle yet firm enough that you obey without hesitation.

The world narrows, your other senses sharpening in the absence of sight. You hear the faint rustle of leather as Geralt shifts beside you, his presence a steadying anchor against the vastness of the night. His hand, rough and calloused, slips into yours and guides you a few steps forward.

“Alright,” he says finally, his voice softer now, a rare trace of wonder woven through it. “Open them.”

Your breath catches. The sky above is alive. Waves of green and purple ripple across the heavens, like ethereal banners unfurling in a silent symphony. Streaks of pink and blue race between them, illuminating the snowy peaks of Skellige in surreal, otherworldly hues. The aurora dances, untamed and wild, a fitting reflection of the man standing beside you.

Geralt watches you, not the lights. His golden eyes glow faintly in the reflected brilliance, softer somehow, the hard edges of his usual stoicism momentarily softened.

“You’ve seen this before,” you say, barely above a whisper. It’s not a question.

He nods, gaze drifting upward at last. “A few times. Usually when I was hunting in the far north.” He pauses, then adds, almost reluctantly, “Never stopped long enough to look, though. Until now.”

The words hang between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. You don’t press him to explain. He doesn’t need to say it—that this is a rarity, a moment plucked from a life otherwise consumed by contracts, monsters, and blood.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur, leaning into his side. His arm slips around your waist, pulling you closer. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath the thick fabric of his cloak, hear the faint sigh that escapes him as he relaxes against you.

“It is,” he says after a moment, his voice low, almost reverent. But when you glance up, his gaze isn’t on the sky—it’s on you.

A quiet descends between you, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind through the pines. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his body seep into you as the northern lights continue their dance above. For a while, the world feels impossibly vast and yet impossibly small, narrowed to just the two of you and the ethereal glow of the sky.

“Peace is... rare,” Geralt says suddenly, breaking the silence. His tone is contemplative, almost wistful. “Moments like this—they’re worth more than gold. More than any contract.”

You tilt your head to look up at him, surprised by the quiet vulnerability in his expression. His gaze remains fixed on the horizon, the faintest crease between his brows as though he’s weighing each word carefully.

“When I was younger,” he continues, his voice softer now, “I didn’t understand what Vesemir meant when he talked about needing something beyond the Path. Thought it was nonsense. Distraction.”

“And now?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He exhales, a sound caught between a sigh and a laugh. “Now I know better.” His gaze flickers down to meet yours, and for a moment, the intensity of his golden eyes makes it hard to breathe. “You’ve shown me that.”

The confession hangs in the air, raw and unguarded in a way that makes your chest ache. You reach up, cupping his face with a gloved hand, and he leans into the touch instinctively, his eyes slipping closed. The tension in his shoulders melts, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

“You deserve peace, Geralt,” you say firmly, though your voice trembles slightly under the weight of the moment. “You deserve this.”

He doesn’t answer, but his hand tightens on your waist, his thumb tracing idle patterns against your side. The gesture speaks volumes, even if he doesn’t.

The northern lights ripple overhead, vibrant and unyielding. You tilt your head up to kiss him, slow and soft, savoring the warmth of his lips against yours despite the cold. He kisses you back with a quiet intensity, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. There’s no urgency, no rush—just the two of you, grounding each other in the stillness of the moment.

When you finally pull away, the aurora is beginning to fade, the colors softening into the inky black of night. Geralt watches it with a faint, wistful smile before turning his attention back to you.

“Thank you,” he says simply, the words carrying a depth that makes your throat tighten. He doesn’t need to elaborate. You understand.

Together, you linger a little longer, wrapped in each other’s warmth as the stars reclaim the sky. Tomorrow, the Path will call again, but tonight is yours.

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My Beautiful Night-Wing

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by Love_of_Fiction

It has been said for many years that there will, one day be a child born with wings as dark as midnight. If this child grows up, they could be the bringer of utter chaos, unless a heart of chaos can calm the storm in her own. Y/N is a part of a race called the Vængr Firar. They are an old, almost forgotten race, they are the creators of some forms of magic, and have huge white feathered wings. When she was born she had wings that were as dark as the night sky. Her family knew of the prophecy about a child with black wings being born could mean the end of life as they know it, and told her how to hide her wings from everyone else. Then one day she is found out by her people and is cast out to another realm on the verge of death. Loki always gets dragged along on theses stupid hunting trips by his brother Thor. He never enjoys going with him, so he usually goes off on his own to think, or read. On one particular trip when he went with Thor and wondered off he found something, or rather, someone in the woods close to death.

Words: 1577, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Avengers Team (MCU), Hela (Marvel)

Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Loki/Reader, LokiXReader - Relationship, Loki/Reader

Additional Tags: Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Loki/reader - Freeform, lokixreader, Marvel - Freeform, tom hiddleston - Freeform, Loki - Freeform, Tom Hiddleston/Reader - Freeform, tom hiddlestonxreadr, Fanfiction, xreaderfic, dragon - Freeform, Dragons

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My Beautiful Night-Wing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32XHdKB

by Love_of_Fiction

It has been said for many years that there will, one day be a child born with wings as dark as midnight. If this child grows up, they could be the bringer of utter chaos, unless a heart of chaos can calm the storm in her own. Y/N is a part of a race called the Vængr Firar. They are an old, almost forgotten race, they are the creators of some forms of magic, and have huge white feathered wings. When she was born she had wings that were as dark as the night sky. Her family knew of the prophecy about a child with black wings being born could mean the end of life as they know it, and told her how to hide her wings from everyone else. Then one day she is found out by her people and is cast out to another realm on the verge of death. Loki always gets dragged along on theses stupid hunting trips by his brother Thor. He never enjoys going with him, so he usually goes off on his own to think, or read. On one particular trip when he went with Thor and wondered off he found something, or rather, someone in the woods close to death.

Words: 216, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Avengers Team (MCU), Hela (Marvel)

Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Loki/Reader, LokiXReader - Relationship, Loki/Reader

Additional Tags: Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Loki/reader - Freeform, lokixreader, Marvel - Freeform, tom hiddleston - Freeform, Loki - Freeform, Tom Hiddleston/Reader - Freeform, tom hiddlestonxreadr, Fanfiction, xreaderfic

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What Lies Beneath Part 15 Red Hood (Jason Todd) X Reader

Summary: Coming back home to Gotham after several years was a tough choice, but you needed to put the past behind you. You blame yourself for Jason’s death and hope that with a medical degree you can have a second chance at saving the kids of Gotham’s streets, but the past won’t stay buried. As the Red Hood invites himself into your life and the little safe bubble of a lie you call life bursts you’re left struggling to cope. Your secret studying of toxins used by Gotham’s villains is sure to land you in hot water eventually, but you’re always up for a challenge. Life is a game of survival and it’s time you joined in.

Co-Author: @inkteller-17 Tags: @jason-todd-rh @totallynotashieldagent @exotiicqueen494 @dragons-of-the-usa   @shadowsndaisies @e-equals-mcommunism-squared   @icycoldbeanieweanies @peppermint-17 @theskytraveler

Tags CLOSED DUE TO STORY COMPLETION Word Count: 2,975 WARNINGS: Language

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It had been several days since finding out that Jason was Red. You ignored all the calls that came from any of the boys. You were mad at all of them. They were supposed to be your friends, but they also kept the secret from you that not only was Jason alive and well, but he was Red.

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