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nyxirrationalstories · 2 years ago

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Hello Nyx hope your doing well may I request a Hades (Record of ragnarok ) x Son of Mictlantecuhli(onyx equinox ) like how they met , got together and how he the Male reader reacts to Hades death to Quin by vowing to be a king of Helheim that his husband Hades will be proud of. And how in honor of his husband Hades , Brother in law Poseidon who actually got along with the Male reader very well , takes Apollo’s place in the roster for the gods and ( since these two are the human fighters I care the least about ) kills either Tesla or Rasputin in a crushing victory for the gods ( no fight scene required ) despite either Tesla or Rasputin being very but like very strong.

Hi, let's do it.

The truth is, thanks to the scenarios you create, you give me new ideas. And I'll try to stick to the glory part of the victory, but I'll give it a twist.

In all honesty, if the opponent was Tesla this fight would be a victory of the gods. But you said Rasputin and that left me wondering what the battle would be like. I also tell you, I changed the lore of the protagonist a little bit… but the origin remains the same.

So I give you this:

The gods screamed in euphoria as they saw Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin fall to the ground while the humans felt the gods catching up to them.

The opposing god: a eunuch demigod son of Mictlantecuhli, who had lost against Ares in a bet and lost all his glory to later be given to Hades. Nobody expected that the young man would offer to avenge not only his lord but also his brother (Poseidon). With Persephone's permission, he was allowed to fight and give victory to the gods.

The young man knew that the goddess had allowed him to do so because both outcomes of the fight would benefit him:

If he won, she would have a champion serving him by proving to him that even though he was second in command in Helheim she would still have power over him.

If he lost… Persephone would get rid of her husband's lover once and for all. She would not listen to Hera when she told her to get rid of the lover, that he would replace his place and steal her husband's heart. Now was when she would put the advice into action.

The goddess was no fool, she knew of the nightly visits of the young man to his master; she knew of the caresses shared and the kisses given with an affection that she saw disappearing. And she knew of the nights of passion, being torn from her to give to the slave who became Hades' favorite lover.

Hades' death hurt both their hearts, but instead of uniting them, it only distanced them to the point of planning to kill each other and swearing to Hades to be the best rulers for Helheim… honoring his rule.

Meanwhile, the warrior felt that he had avenged his lover. That he had brought the victory that would destroy all of humanity, even if it made him a fool in his father's eyes.

"Those idiots, believing that without humanity they will be able to survive. Not understanding the symbiosis between human and god; in a few months they will be food for the primordials… who will start this cycle all over again and again." His father's words echoed in his head, but the young man thought the thought was ridiculous: A god can live without a human, but a human can live without a god. "Don't fight, it would be the sensible thing to do after gambling with Ares. Even if you love your master, don't you dare fight." Of course he wasn't going to listen to that sack of bones, who left him abandoned when Ares came to collect his prize. What neither of them expected was that Aphrodite would get jealous and castrate the poor boy (turning him into a eunuch) and give him to Hades.

Although in that last part… really if he could go back in time, he himself would give himself to his master and lover.

The young man and the gods were so absorbed in the victory, that they never heard Heimdallr claim the demigod as the winner, nor the smile that Brynhildr had on his lips. But above all, the young man did not see the triumphant smile of Persephone… who gave Göll a seed of life; just this once, the goddess and regent would give something to the valkyries since both had kept their word: the death of the young man at the hands of Rasputin.

The warrior did not have the chance to turn around when he saw that the gods stopped celebrating and the humans began to exclaim with joy. The young man only felt the cold of the steel being driven into his left lung, being killed by the one who was supposed to be dead.

--- I was poisoned, but that didn't kill me --- the Russian grabbed the young man by the neck to thrust another sword into the demigod --- I was shot, but that didn't kill me either --- with cruelty, the human tore off both arms of the warrior, The Russian put his hands on the neck of the young man, who looked into the eyes of the one who was killing him in a slow way --- hypothermia was what killed me, nature killed me… as it did you. … as it did with you. You, maybe you are a demigod, but my faith in you is null and void and that nourishes the gods, gives them life --- the stadium was silent, watching as Rasputin tore out the eyes of the defeated warrior --- and just as you can kill us, so can we. You feed on the greatest weapon mankind has: faith. It is time for you to know, that the gods are weak before the wrong people.

And with that said, Rasputin ripped the demigod's head off --- До свидания, мальчик. Пришло время встретиться с вашим учителем. [Goodbye, boy. It's time to meet with your teacher.] --- he said, throwing the young man's head away.

--- And the winner of the eighth round is Rasputin --- Heimdallr announced, causing a great roar in the coliseum from the humans.

Meanwhile, Persephone waited anxiously for the news that the warrior's soul would reach the hands of the Helheim judges… where she would seal her revenge by transforming him into a plant.

Sooner or later, Aphrodite always got her way; as long as love was involved.

Author's Note: Yes, this was all Aphrodite's overly elaborate plan and due to a misunderstanding…like any self-respecting Greek tragedy. I hope you liked it, I'm sorry if I changed the ending but you lit the fuse of my imagination and this came out.

I promise that for the next one you ask for, I'll give you a happy and even tender ending.

Con amor, Nyx.

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allaboutthebooz · 5 years ago

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Love of My Life Pt. 1

Summary: Thanos is gone, the world is right, and now Thor can finally find his happiness. He returns to the love of his life after being gone for six years. Hoping to reconnect and finally live his life the way he wants, he finds that nothing is the same as the day that he left.

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Word Count: 1,857

Warnings: Angst, because I’m always angsty.

A/N: I’m so excited for this. I’ve been loving Thor so much, thanks to @shreddedparchment and her wonderful writing. No one can write Thor like she can, so I hope this will be in the same ball field. This was supposed to be a one shot, but turned into a miniseries. Maybe 3 or 4 parts, we’ll see! Italic is a memory. I hope you all enjoy it! WHY ARE THERE NOT A TON OF THOR OR CHRIS HEMSWORTH GIFS?!?!

He stood across the street in the pouring rain watching her. Hood pulled over his short blonde hair, protecting him from nothing. He knows what he looks like. Some creep staring at some poor unsuspecting victim. He knows he should either go and talk to her or walk away forever, but he can do neither. He’s frozen on the sidewalk as cars zoom past, pedestrians shuffling around him, and the dark clouds making the city gloomier than it really is.

The city moves around him and all he can do is stare at the woman sitting in the coffee shop. Her long hair pulled up into a curly ponytail and her face covered in natural looking makeup. He’s always told her that she never needed it and she would always laugh and make an excuse about why she needed it. She wore a burgundy sweater to herself moderately warm in the chilly fall weather. Whatever book she was brought with her to read, long forgotten in front of her as she stared out the window, away from his direction.

He could see the cords of her headphones trail down to her phone, keeping her isolated from the world outside with whatever she was listening to. The warm mug of whatever sweet coffee she was craving, grasped between her hands. She was lost within her own world and Thor was lost within her. She is just as beautiful as the day he left.

He hated leaving her, but he had no choice. At least that’s what he tells himself. He’s been gone for six years and he has missed her. Ever since he lost is people and his brother, he hasn’t been the same. He’s been lost and he’s regretted leaving her. He feels like if he didn’t leave her in the middle of the night, then maybe nothing would have changed. Loki would still be alive, his people would still have their home, and maybe things would have happened differently with Thanos the first time. The snap would have never happened, and he could have come home to her sooner.

After the big fight and losing Natasha and Tony, Thor realized he had to move on. He knew what he wanted, but he was afraid. He was comfortable with leaving what was left of his people with Brynhildr. He said his goodbyes and had Rocket and the rest of the Guardians, drop him off in Atlanta. He hoped Y/N was still there, that she hadn’t left and that she was safe. He hoped she still had her house and that he hadn’t ruined everything for her when he left, but he knows that she is stronger than he is. She wouldn’t have let his disappearance keep her from living her life, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still knocked off his feet when he first saw her moving through her home when he arrived.

That was almost a week ago and he still hadn’t approached her. He kept himself at a distance, close enough for him to keep an eye on her but that she wouldn’t notice him. He loved watching her. He loved everything about her. He loves her and he misses her. Misses the way she smiles, the way she looked at him, and how she made him feel. Watching her now, made his chest ache. He wishes he knew what she was thinking about. He used to be so sure about her. He could tell what she was thinking about by the look in her eye. Sometimes he didn’t even have to be looking at her to know what she was thinking.

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He was spread out on his stomach, arms tucked under the pillow to give his head some extra support, and legs stretched out enough to be comfortable, but not over taking the bed so that the beauty beside him was not uncomfortable. They’d moved passed the spooning for the night, but Thor knows that Y/N likes to keep some form of touch between them, so he always makes sure to keep his hand on her hip or his foot against hers. That was how he was currently giving her that affection, turned away but keeping their feet attached. As tired as he was, Thor was unable to allow himself to fully succumb to the sleep that wanted to engulf him because he could feel her thinking. The subtle shifting of the bed, letting him know that she was having a hard time relaxing. He could hear her sighing quietly, adjusting her pillow without disturbing her. The gentle tug of the covers as she altered her position.

“Dove.” He calls out to her gently while reaching behind him and throwing his arm over her stomach to grip her opposite hip, dragging her close against his side and still keeping his head turned away from her. “I can hear you thinking.”

“Sorry. I just can’t relax.” She grips his arm gently, running her hand up and down his arm, and lightly scratching it the way he likes.

He turns his head to look at her, rolling his body onto his side so that he can look at her with comfort. “Is it what I said earlier?”

He can see her eyes widen a bit, before she shakes her head. “No, of course not.” The slight pitch raise in her voice, gives her away. Liar.

“Dove. Talk to me.” He presses himself closer to her side, nose brushing her neck and his breath on her clavicle.

He can feel her pulse quicken against the tip of his nose and see her throat bob as she swallows. Tapping her fingers against his bicep before giving it a quick squeeze. “Did you mean it?” She whispers as though she is trying to avoid disturbing the air.

“Of course, I meant it. I would not had said it, if I did not mean it.”

She lets out a quick huff. “No, I know. I just-.” Deep breath. “I just don’t know how it’ll work.”

He pulls away from her slightly, propping himself up with his elbow. “Y/N. It will work no matter what. As long as we have each other, it will work.” Looking down at her, he’s still amazed at how breathtaking she is. Her long hair fanned out around her; her soft skin illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the windows. She’s a dream, she must be.

“How can you be so sure?” She asks, attaching her teeth to her bottom lip to bite the skin. She’s anxious.

“Because I love you, Dove. That’s all that matters.” He reaches up and rubs his thumb across her trapped lip, gently pulling it from the grip her teeth have on it before moving his hand to take hold of her check.

“I love you, too.” She admits, but the worry is still evident in her eyes.

“What are you afraid of?” He pries, stroking her cheek.

“That you’re going to regret it. That you’ll wake up one day and realize that you made a mistake. That being married to a mortal is a mistake. I won’t be around forever. I won’t get to live to see old worlds fall and new worlds being created. I won’t get spend eternity with you.” Her bottom lip trembles.

“Alright, that’s enough.” He commands softly, wrapping his arm back around her waist and pulling her even closer to him. “You cannot think this way. I do not care that you are not immortal. I love you for who you are, not how long you will live. You are my sun, moon, and stars. Like them, you are always with me no matter where I go. I do not like to think about not being with you, and you shouldn’t think about it either. We should enjoy now and our time together.” He kisses her temple, trying his best to comfort her.

“What about your people? They won’t like it.”

“It is not their choice. They do not choose who I marry. I am their king and you will be their queen.”

“Queen? Thor, that’s too much.” Y/N begins to panic.

“Okay then, we won’t call you Queen. We will figure that out when you’re ready. For now, I shall prepare you to be called my wife.”

“Your wife.” She sighs before looking up at him with her big round eyes and the smallest smile on her lips. “I think I can do that.”

He can feel the entire weight from their conversation leave the room at her agreement. His smile as big as the moon. “Really?”

Her smile grows and she gives a slight chuckle, nodding. “Yes. Let’s do it. Let’s get married.”

Like the big puppy that he is, he excitedly gathers her within his arms. Pressing his mouth to her, he pours all of the love that he has for his Dove into the kiss. Rolling onto his back, keeping her attached to him. Her hands come up to his face, holding his jaw in her delicate hands. She pulls away from him, hair falling around them like a curtain, eyes bright with love and affection, and her smile true.

“I love you, Monkey.” She confesses.

“And I, you, Dove.”

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The rain has finally stopped, and Y/N has long since left her favorite coffee shop. Keeping his distance, he follows her back to her place. She heads up the steps of her porch, but suddenly stops and turns around. He’s across the street. He wasn’t expecting her to turn around, so he hadn’t hidden himself as well as he should have. He curses himself when she spots him. He sees a mixture of fear and confusion cross her features. Fear for the stranger standing across the street from her house and confusion for why she could possibly know who she was staring at. Then the recognition of who it was.

She steps back down and stops at the curb. “Thor?”

He takes a deep breath, looks both ways down the street, and steps off the sidewalk, making his way to her. “Hi, Dove.”

Her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. He can see the heartbreak building and the tears forming.

“I’ve missed you.” He states.

Her nostrils flare. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Where the hell have you been?” She asks, nothing but anger in her voice.

“Maybe we could go inside and talk.”

He sees the anger diminish for a moment while she checks the watch on her wrist before looking down the street. When she looks back at him, he can tell she’s angry and anxious. “You can’t stay long.” He nods, happily. Hope building for the reconnection that they could possibly have. “I didn’t think you’d ever come back, so we have a lot to talk about.”

“We do.”

She nods and ushers him to follow her into the house that they created so many memories together, in.

Stepping in behind her, he notices that even though it’s the same house, so much has changed in the time that he has been gone. Nothing is what he thought it was.

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honestsycrets · 5 years ago

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The Knight’s Prize I : The Leader

❛ pairing | ubbe x reader, ivar x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | the reader knows that she has no chance against Ubbe’s great army. she offers herself to him, the king. the only issue is, he isn’t.

❛ warnings | love triangle (of course), concubine reference

❛ sy’s notes | ya’llllll.... it’s here. more ubbe x reader x ivar for @walkxthexmoon ! I hope you all enjoy it.

“And we’ve been flanked.”

Your hands knot into the reins of your steed as you turn him to look at the hot flames closing in on your army. Primitive, you called him, primitive. Not because he was unlike you because he was like you in many ways but because you thought you could outsmart him with the ways of your foremothers. Well, this primitive warlord boxed you in with the most primitive of all things: fire. It’s smoldering flames jump like bouncing wisps in the cool wind.

Careful, the commander husked, don’t underestimate me.

You tug your horse Eirný’s ethereal braids, shifting the steed one way then another on her crystal-like horseshoes looking for a viable exit. Stuck. The armour you wear could withstand the heat for some time. Your people, however, likely could not. If your people could not, you could not either.

“I see it, Yrsa.”

You see it. You see him, mounted upon his dark steed. His hood is thrown over his heavy, long braid that sits down his chest. The bright radiance of his piercing eyes glistens underneath the shadow of a cowl. You dip your fingers down to the hanging bone upon your chest and tighten it in your palm.

“Should we pray to Brynhildr now?” She almost mocks.

You turn your head down toward her when a blotch of black obscures your vision. A great raven descends down onto his reins. A chill fills your skin pocked by the sight of its one bright eye. Odin, commander of Valkyries, your people stand no chance.

“I see a son of Odin,” you speak past a knot growing in your throat. “There is nowhere to run where the Ravens will not see.”

“We could always charge.” Yrsa suggests. “Like we usually do.”

“But the numbers…”

A wiser woman would have backed out at the war council. In your stubbornness, you had not. For even if Odin was on the field, you convinced yourself; even the Valkyries, your great mothers, could disobey him. You were wrong.

You withdraw the sword of your belt and dismount your brilliant girl, chucking the line of rope at Yrsa.

“(Y/N)!” Yrsa calls your name. You heed no call of it.

Your boots squish along the dewy grass, pushing down on the water and releasing it from lush green pleats. In a few minutes, it would be sloshing with the blood of your countrywomen. You release hold on the bone around your neck, clanging your sword against an iridescent shield. Behind you, the tight line of your warriors closes the gap you ascend from with their own shields. They beat their shields like drums, rattling the hot battlefield as they move forward on low bent knees from the heat burning closer. In front of you, his men raise their bows, kissing the sky with would be fatal arrows. He extends his hand to stop them from releasing. You slow to a stop, looking at the king and his ilk.

“I have no intention on slaughtering my women here for precious rock,” you bear in mind Yrsa whose hands tighten upon your horse. It was well-known throughout neighboring cities that your land sat upon a beautiful reserve of precious rock that might be used in valuable trade for people with more materialistic pleasures. It was also known that your people were descended from Valkyries and of which, your women had no pride in not fighting.

“Then what have you to give?” The ruddy haired man booms. “We have nothing to lose.”

“Myself as a concubine to the king.” You boom.

The women behind you are grid-locked in their abject horror to your suggestion. Each one would most certainly prefer to give up their sword and lives to preserve your honour. That was the basis of what it was to be a shieldmaiden. Honour, glory… all so important. A fair and loyal queen as you were, you were not willing to give the lives and freedom of your women outnumbered as they were.

“You say this knowing that you will lose.” The king says. His raven beats its wings. You sheathe your blade and cross the midplane of the unscathed field.

“Perhaps not,” you assert. “I descend from the valkyrie Brynhildr who lay waste to your grandfather.”

“Fanciful stories.”

“Fact and truth,” you shake your head.

The man dismounts his horse at long last. His skeptical eyes look to your archers with their bows raised, trotting closer to you. He stills to stand in front of you. Your eyes settle upon a pendant on his chest. A hammer. Strange for a son of Odin.

“Even so, what will I stand to lose by taking your offer?”

“You’ve decimated my men. Your people have no women, king. The woman that was with you. She’s fallen in battle and gone to Folkvangr.” He almost visibly flinches to your word. “Rock and trade are all good and well, but wouldn’t you rather have willing women of our people to carry on our ways?”

The commander lifts to pull his cowl back off of his head. His long, black rune chain tattoo over his eye greets you straight away.

“An alliance.” He states his question. He holds out a tattooed arm out to you. You extend your own with images of swans to take his, grasping him at the junction of his elbow and pulling him close.

“An alliance King Ubbe,” you agree. He signals his men to stand down and you yours. Axe, sword and shield clang together. The raven flies overhead.

“It is good that you are as beautiful as you are, (Y/N).”

“Why is that?” You ask in a confident, if not sassy tone. Yrsa tilts a cool pitcher of water over your head in a rushed flow. You sputter in the steaming tub, water cascading down the circumference of your head, dripping down your nose. You shake your long hair. It floats at the surface of the water.

“Because you are so stupid.”

You swipe your middle fingers over your eyebrows, flicking water off to the side. To say that she was displeased would do nothing to capture just how enraged she was with you.

“You’ve shamed us. You ignored all the traditions of your mother, our grandmother and our people to hand yourself off to him in the field where the Valkyries, our ancestors, had control of the field.”

“Odin has control--”

“You see. You are so stupid. How can you be a queen and be so stupid at the same time?” She says, running her comb through your long hair. She lifts your hair out of the bath and wrings it like a bit of old cloth, twisting so you squeak in pain. As she yanks, your head snaps back so that you might only look into her eyes like sard. When she was so angry you could not make out the brilliant bronze glow on the apples of her well-rounded cheeks.

“Now he will take you.” She seethes, working out a knot not from a long battle, but a few days of not showering. A tooth of the bone comb comes off in the heated fight against your knot. “He will take you and you will be his for all of time with no ability to choose a warlord for yourself. Now you will have no freedom, you idiot.”

Yrsa pulls free a knot of hair. She pulls your hair up with a clip to keep your hair in its place. You try to rationalize what she thinks. It’s fine enough for someone who could run away from duties. Someone who had no allegiance to her people. You do.

“It is not that simple. What would I have told the children who have just lost their fathers? To lose their mothers for pride?” You stand in the water, running droplets down from the expanse of your breasts. It dribbles into the scented water. You wish you could worry just as Yrsa would about nothing more than who to marry and what image you’d like to develop for yourself.

“It is that simple. Life and death.” Yrsa shoves the rug under your feet to catch the water as you step out. You run your fingers over the short curls covering your mound. “We live, we die. That is how it works. I think you are the simple one here.”

She sounds like your brother every day. The little brother who thought he was a big brother and now, he is nothing but a ghost in a burial mound. Across the hall, the commander is awaiting your presence. You can’t blame her despondent nature. She lost her father, counsel to the crown and a hell of a warrior. She moves toward your bed where you have laid out a beautiful, layered gown. It falls to the ground sheer.

“Now what do you want to wear for him? This-Is-What-You-Just-Bought,” She holds up the sheer gown, thinly wrapped from the steps of India by way of Arabian traders. Then she holds up Asian silk, well fitted but not as thin. “Or Go-Ahead-And-Rip-It-Off-Me-And-See-For-Yourself.”

You swipe the thin, see-through gown from her fingers. Because Yrsa would only brew if she saw you in this piece for the king. Yrsa sits with her thin, muscular arms supporting her on your lavish sheets.

“Of course you would pick that one.”

You call a thrall to help you pull it on, pulling your drying hair aside so that she might properly secure it.

“You are as bitter as Skadi.”

“It is better than being as you are.” Yrsa drops back upon the bed, flicking her hands up into the air as she admonishes you for your stupidity. The agreements were made. Unless you were going to go against your word, as no woman would, and kill him. That portion of your pride would remain.

“Shut up,” you move to a chair. There you apply your kohl in peace, slight but defined. You wipe the remnants on a bit of cloth. “Well, cousin. How do I look?”

Sometimes, you needed her bode of confidence. She gives you a once over, nodding past her long brown braids. Her words had always been barbs against your skin when things weren’t going her way.

“You look ready.”

“That is not what I meant,” you say. Yrsa exhales forcefully.

“You look like a concubine. There, happy?”

Your finger pats the rouge on your lip.

“Thank you.”

The familiar walk to your brother’s room was not marked with childish pranks or decisions to hide in his corridors so that when he came home, you could leap upon him in your joy and cuddle at night. The two guards at the door keep their gazes forward facing whilst you knock with your jeweled knuckles.

“Come in,” the voice on the other end says. The guards reach to push the door open. All of his things are here. The first fur that he ever wore after a hunt with your uncles, the weaponry mounted above his bed and long timber floors lead to the table where he stands, knocking his knuckles on the tabletop.

“King Ubbe,” you entreat him.

Ubbe turns toward you, his back leaning as he takes you in his sights. He lifts his head to the bits of pearl running through the twists in the front of your head toward the back.

“Beautiful,” he whispers under his tongue before he catches himself. Your eyes keep confident in his gaze as he looks to you in something more than idle interest. Your lips pout out and he runs his thumb over your painted lips. A sudden and insipid smile splits his features. “But the king is my brother, Ivar.”

“Ivar…?” You say, not quite grabbing the gravity of his statement. Any of the kings that you had known would have been leading their own armies.

“Yes, Ivar. Ivar the Boneless,” he finishes for you. A wash of abject horror had might as well splashed over you.

There were many Ivars. Your vision blanks under the thought that-- it was that Ivar. The one that you had thought was overthrown. The one that ran with his tail between his legs to the Rus king. It was that Ivar. Ivar the Boneless.

“But-- but you lead his army.” You state.

“A portion,” he returns.

A portion? For a community of farming Norsemen, that number of men was about unheard of. To know there were more? Well, your skin lights in gooseflesh. Outside the door you feel the repetitive stomp of soldiers buckling the timber floors. Yrsa calls out your name, alerting you to another army stomping its way into the walls of your well-protected town. Prince Ubbe folds his arms, looking down and then back up to your eyes. You stagger back to the door, thrusting it open and running after your cousin. A whizz of a chariot catches your attention and Ubbe comes by your side.

“And there is the other.”

The rider of the chariot slips off his helmet, running his hand through his sweaty black hair. The excitement in your stomach pits, grasping the charm of bones around your neck. King Ivar the Boneless perks his plush lips at you, chucking his helmet into the floorboard of his chariot.

“Queen (Y/N)! I’ve heard a lot about you!”

And he’s seen a lot of you too, now.

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thevikingsheaux · 6 years ago

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Jól (aka Yule)

Part 4

Masterlist

A/N: I’m sorry but I can’t read anyone else’s work while I write Jól because I’m trying to keep my writing as original as possible and I don’t wanna even subliminally get ideas from other ppl’s fics. But just know I SUPPORT U and U ARE DOING AMAZING and I will catch up on your stuff after Jól is done! Please continue to tag me though! Also, sorry this chapter is a bit long! Most media not mine - gifs and pictures are found from Google, but I did make the last Hvitserk gif myself.

Warning: mild animal sacrifice, tiny bit NSFW

Pairing: Hvitserk x reader

Laid out on Dagmar’s bed was your dress, the white mute swan feathers as perfect as when you had first stitched them on. You had a particular affinity for swans, hence the swan feathers with which your dress was adorned. When you had put it on a few weeks ago but had been interrupted by Ivar, a strange feeling had overcome you. At the time you had brushed it off as anxiety, but now, when you put it on again you had the same strange feeling. It was as if anywhere the feathers were on the dress, your skin tingled and warmed.

Dagmar had allowed you to keep the dress there since her room was much closer to the square that the altar was in than your home. She followed you and Torvi to her room so she could help you get ready, too. They helped you out of the bloody dress and draped it over the chair, careful not to let it drag on the ground. It was now sacred and would be burned along with the altar and sacrifices when Yule concluded in three weeks time.

Dagmar brought you a pail of warm water and began to rinse the goat’s blood from your hair as you sat on the bed. You were exhausted from the intensity of the ritual you had just performed. You stood to pull your dress on and then allowed Torvi to rebraid your hair. You thought you would have to wear your fur coat with the dress since it was so cold out, but the rush of the sacrifice and the feathers on your dress seemed to stir an inexplicable warmth in you that allowed you to go without it.

(The braids Torvi pulled your hair into.)

By the time you were redressed and cleaned up, most of the Vikings had moved their celebrations into the Great Hall. They were ready to feast and drink all night long. You smiled as the crowd parted to allow you up to where Aslaug sat on her throne. Just a couple short weeks ago you were a simple farmer and leather worker who was the daughter of a great warrior and sister of Björn Ironside. With the spotlight on them, you were often overlooked. Now, everything was different. Aslaug’s interest in you had made you as well known throughout Kattegat as your father and brother were. A chair was waiting for you near the head of the massive table set with a huge feast. There were fruits and vegetables of every kind, an enormous boar, lamb, two seals, and even a reindeer.

As you took your seat, Aslaug rose and Ivar roared, “QUIET! My mother wishes to speak!” She looked at Ivar and smiled before turning to face the crowd.

“Welcome all,” Aslaug began, “please, eat and drink your fill! Tonight we celebrate the rebirth of the Sun, and we must all ask Thor to protect her as she grows and to protect us from the spirits that roam Midgard during the darkness of winter.” At this, everyone voiced their agreement and then she continued. “As everyone saw earlier, Y/N performed the sacrifice for us tonight,” she said while looking at you. “The gods have made it known to me that she is very special. You will all treat her with the same respect you give my sons.” Someone in the back of the Hall yelled, “SKAL!” and everyone else echoed the toast, making you smile widely.

After the feast began, you slipped out of the Great Hall to fetch the Sword of Kings. Normally, a slave would do something as menial as fetching something, but since the sword was so revered, only you and Aslaug knew where it was kept to prevent it from being stolen. The day Aslaug had told you that you would perform the sacrifice she had also shown you where it was kept, and said that the gods had told her to do so.

The Sword would be put on display over the throne for the duration of Yule and guarded 24 hours a day by two sentries that would rotate with another two sentries. It was meant to offer further protection to the Sun goddess through her fragile development during Yule.

On your way to get it you paused and turned to look behind you because you had the suspicion you were being followed. Unexpectedly, Hvitserk’s rough, warm hands ran across the back of your neck. He surprised you from behind and whispered into your neck as his hands moved to trace the metal link he had made for your dress. “I finally see why you needed this.” His warm breath on your neck combined with the crisp winter air made you shiver. One of his hands moved along the side of your body, following the curve of your waist before snaking across your supple hips as he pressed his body against your back. You closed your eyes with pleasure and let out a breathy sigh.

Again, Floki interrupted you. “Y/N,” he called from a dark alley, making you jump. Hvitserk was unflinching and you could feel the annoyance radiating off of him in waves. He bit your neck possessively before stalking away.

“You know he is nothing but trouble, Y/N,” Floki warned as he stared in the direction that Hvitserk had disappeared. When he turned back to you he had a stern look in his eyes and his lips pressed firmly together. You could tell that he was fighting the urge to follow Hvitserk and punch him. It was no secret that Floki preferred Ivar over his brothers. The way they taunted Ivar had always bothered him, and now Hvitserk threatened to take you for his own.

“Floki, I am an adult, I can handle myself. You are not my father,” you said defiantly. His eyes flared with a mix of anger and hurt, making you regret the acid in your tone. “Fine, do what you like,” he called out bitterly over his shoulder as he stormed off into the dark forest, heading for his cabin.

After being left alone, you continued on to the place the Sword was hidden and reached it without interruption. Just outside Kattegat, there was a medium-sized rock situated discreetly in the craggy terrain that disguised a decent sized hole in the earth that was lined with cloth and leather to protect the Sword from the elements. After you retrieved it, you hurried back into the Hall and made your way to Aslaug’s throne. She stood and got everyone’s attention before lifting the Sword high above her head. “Behold the Sword of Kings! May it aid the Sun goddess and defend her this Yule! May it safeguard our own homes and children! And finally, may it call the spirit of Ragnar down from Valhalla, to watch over his family and his people!” At those words, the entire Hall erupted with cheers and a celebratory song picked up in the background.

Some hours later, you woke up with your head on the table of the Great Hall, a very faint light from the sun starting to filter in, and Hvitserk peering down at you. He was poking you and asked if you needed him to go feed your animals. Still disoriented by being woken up from a deep sleep and a bit hungover, you nodded yes and he headed for the doors.

You were still wearing your swan feather dress from the night before so you stumbled to Dagmar’s room and changed into something more casual. You washed your face and rebraided your hair and headed to the kitchen.

(The dress you changed into.)

“Good morning, sunshine,” Dagmar greeted you. “Want breakfast?” You replied, “Yes, of course. Somehow I’m starving!”

After you ate, you went back into the Hall and found Aslaug sitting and sipping some mead. You sat down and she looked up at you thoughtfully.

“I saw my son with you on the altar yesterday, Y/N,” Aslaug said. Since the fervor that had overcome you during the sacrifice was gone, you blushed a bright red. Aslaug continued, “Don’t be embarrassed, who could have resisted you? The power you wield was very obvious during that ritual, much more than it usually is. Any man, or woman for that matter, who says they didn’t want to fuck you then and there has to be lying.” Confused, you wondered aloud, “What power?”

Aslaug smiled a little and asked you if you remembered that her mother is Brynhildr the famous Valkyrie and shieldmaiden and her father is Sigurd who slew the dragon Fafnir. Then she reminded you, “I am also the wife of Ragnar, the son of Odin.”

At the mention of Ragnar’s name you thought you detected a hint of sadness flash across her eyes, but it was gone in an instant. Ragnar had left her, his sons, and all of Kattegat for gods knows where years ago. Aslaug had seen his death in a vision, so everyone knew that he would never return.

“I am also a Völva, so you know that I can see what the gods reveal to me in dreams and visions. I can see the power you have, even though it is buried deep within you,” she asserted.

“No, Queen Aslaug, you must be wrong,” you said, despite your growing feeling that she was correct. Her expression became stormy at your denial. “I am certain that I am not wrong about this, Y/N,” she insisted, “I feel it in my bones.”

After thinking back on your life, you were sure she was right. You had always been different from the other children growing up, and now from the other women in Kattegat. You had never really connected with anyone fully, not even Torvi, your best friend. As a child, you loved to swim more than play with the other children. Your mother could barely keep you out of the river. Floki adored this about you because it meant that you loved to get on his boats and stay with him for days at a time. You loved to crawl up on the helm of his boats, stretch out your arms, and feel the wind on your face. It always felt like you were free, flying over the water. Talking and playing with the other kids never interested you as much as that feeling.

People had always acted a little different around you, but you could never figure out exactly why. You had grown up thinking you were just weird, but Aslaug’s words changed your perspective. Maybe this power she spoke of meant you had a different energy, a different aura, that made some people feel indescribably odd when around you.

Aslaug shook you from your memories when she spoke again to bring up the subject of the traditional tournament that occurred during the first few days of Yule following the winter solstice. “I want you to preside over it,” she stated firmly. “The gods have made it known that you will play a very important role this Yule. I want you to consider participating in the fights and give me your decision by tonight.” Dazed, you left the Great Hall and headed for the cliff overlooking the fjord. You needed to breathe.

When you arrived at the fjord, you found a rock to rest on and sat wrapped in the fur coat you made. The wind on the cliff was bitterly cold, and little snowflakes gusted around you. The cold, crisp air offered your mind a clarity that it could not find within the city.

After contemplating the idea for a while, you decided that for the first time in your life you would participate. Aslaug’s revelation that you wielded considerable power and insistence that you oversee the fights, empowered you to join the fighting this year. As you grew up, your parents trained you to fight but forced you to keep your prowess hidden. They forbid you from ever sparring with anyone in all of Kattegat and denied your wishes to raid with the other shieldmaidens. Your mother and father knew that you were the most formidable fighter in all of Scandinavia and that too much attention and fame would only bring trouble and they wanted to protect their daughter.

You returned to Aslaug and told her that you would not only preside over the tournament but fight in it too, which pleased her greatly. After that, you made the trek home and started a fire as soon as you got home. As you undressed, you thought about the sacrifice that would take place tomorrow morning before the sun rose, which would allow the tournament to begin. Another goat had to be sacrificed to ask the gods to give strength and luck to the fighters in the tournament. Aslaug would be the one to do it though, not you.

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The goat was led up to the altar and stopped in front of Aslaug. After she slit the goat’s throat, the blood was collected in several bowls, ready to be used as body paint for the fighters. The bowls of blood were taken to the platform overlooking the fighting ring that had been set up the night before. While all of this went on, you were putting your armor on in the small shack that the fighters used to get ready.

(This is what I imagine the ring looks like minus the stone walls to the right of the picture and plus a big crowd around the ring. Also, imagine that there is a light coating of snow on everything.)

You surprised everyone, especially Hvitserk, by emerging from the shack and stepping up on the platform that overlooked the fighting ring and the crowd gathered around it, dressed in your mother’s old leather armor. It was the most beautiful piece of armor you had ever laid eyes on and you had always wondered where she had gotten it from. Though it was several years old, it was in flawless condition and your mother didn’t even try to maintain it. It was like the armor itself was laced with a powerful magic. It had intricate patterns in the leather and studs throughout the design. It also had chainmail shoulders, allowing you more freedom of movement in a fight. Your hair was skillfully braided by Torvi and decorated with leather braids you had made from leftover strips you had from making other leather wares and a circlet that your braids twisted around.

As your eyes surveyed the crowd of Vikings, you wished that Björn was there. You yearned to spar with him in the fighting pit. You knew he was likely having grand adventures, but you still wished he was there to celebrate Yule with you. If only he could see you now. Before he had even met your mother, your father had had Björn by another woman who died during his birth, so Björn had always felt a little out of place in your house and in Kattegat. He was respected as a great warrior but had few real friends. He had set out with his only close friend, Torstein, and a horde of Vikings that followed him to distant lands because they too wanted adventure and treasure from endless raids. You drove these thoughts from your head as you registered that all eyes were on you. Before sitting next to Aslaug, you raised your arms, signaling for the fighting to begin.

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(This music is what I imagine is playing throughout parts of the tournament, but especially during Y/N’s fights. Listen while you read the fight scene.)

After your signal, growls ripped across the square, then chants and music picked up and men began to fight each other and then the shieldmaidens fought after the first few rounds of men. The sparring was intense, all of them driven mad by adrenaline and the music and chants from those who weren’t fighting.

Once you tired of just watching, you jumped down from the platform and made your way to the fighting ring. The first three men were easy for you to defeat. They were large and slow, so you could nimbly move around them. The next two were quicker, but not as strong. The sixth was both strong and quick, proving a decent match. Your fight with him lasted much longer than with the others, but you eventually ended up besting him. Your victories had you giddy and you screamed, “WHO IS NEXT?!” while holding your arms up, eyes wild. Ubbe stepped out of the crowd with a dark grin and started on the offensive immediately. Ubbe had been trained by his father, Ragnar, making him the best warrior you had faced thus far.

You struggled against Ubbe’s onslaught, catching many blows with your shield, and dodging others completely. He was fighting like a rabid dog, determined to defeat you. Every time he struck, he let out a roar. This was the first challenging fight you had ever had, not including those with your parents or brother. He forced you back, to the edge of the ring, but you managed to duck underneath his arm and land a blow, knocking him off balance. You took that opportunity to sweep his feet out from under him, making him land square on his back as you let out a fierce cry. You put your boot on his chest and poked the tip of your sword under his chin. He smiled and acknowledged your skills, “I have to say I am impressed, Y/N.”

As you let Ubbe up, Hvitserk was covering his face in some of the goat’s blood, hoping Thor would grant him strength in this fight. He had watched you defeat six men plus Ubbe before he decided he wanted to try. Seeing you fight so hard actually turned him on quite a bit. He was completely amazed. No one had any idea that you were this talented.

He stepped into the ring and you turned to face him, smirking as you saw him. “So you want a taste, Hvitserk?” you called out. “Yes, I want to taste you,” he growled, low enough that only you could hear. You fought back a smile before suddenly lunging forward, taking him off guard.

Hvitserk barely sidestepped your swing and ducked as you brought it speeding back towards his head. He popped back up and engaged you with his axe, as worthy a fighter as his brother, though not as fervent. You both went back and forth, relatively evenly matched. After a few minutes, you could tell Hvitserk was starting to tire but you were barely out of breath, even after fighting seven people.

You began to land heavy blows on his shield more frequently until you finally struck it from his hands and got your sword to his neck before he could raise his axe. He looked up at you, chest heaving from the effort of the fight. He looked as if he wanted to fuck you right there, in the middle of the ring with the crowd watching.

“You are the best fighter I have ever faced in single combat,” he panted, “better even than all of my brothers. Better than even your half-brother, Björn Ironside. You are more fierce than a berserker, and maybe the best warrior in all of Scandinavia.” His eyes burned with a lustful fire.

A satisfied smile broke across your face because of his comment and it grew wider as the crowd swarmed you and lifted you up over their heads, hailing you the victor of the tournament. They carried you into the Great Hall where another feast was laid out and stood you on an empty spot on top of the great table. You turned in a circle to look at everyone who filled the Hall as they began to cheer for you. After a moment you got down and took your place near the head of the table.

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Once most of the Vikings had passed out drunk, you slipped out and made your way home with a torch. As you hiked there, you didn’t notice Hvitserk following you. Little did you know, he had been watching you and was worried that you were going off alone. When you made it home safe, Hvitserk returned to the Great Hall.

You slept soundly that night and awoke when you heard the massive horn blowing in Kattegat. You realized that ships must be sailing up the fjord, headed for Kattegat. You got ready quickly and after feeding your animals, you rushed down to the docks to see who had arrived. There were already several people gathered there, including Aslaug and all her sons.

A man you would always recognize no matter how much he changed stepped off the boat with a huff. “Björn!!!” you exclaimed. You ran to him, jumping into his arms. “How are you here?! Oh, how I have missed you, brother!!” Björn laughed as he picked you up and spun you around. “Y/N! I hope I’m not too late for the final Yule bonfire!”

To be continued...

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Fun fact: Y’all may have already known this, but Aslaug basically means wife of god. So, it is interesting that she married Ragnar and bore him four children. Her name seems to imply that Ragnar was a god, or at least he truly was the son of Odin.

Another A/N: Hvit and Y/N will do it soon, I promise. ;) Just wrote their first sex scene and you guys are gonna die

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sifshoney-notactive · 6 years ago

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years ago

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Rise Up

Chapter Twenty

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader | Word Count: 5021 Warnings: Swearing, fights, a little smexy.

Song: My Hero by The Foo Fighters

You woke with a start to the cadence of slow beeps monitoring your heart, the scent of antiseptic, and the mutter of Bruce as he puttered around. His heart was the only one you could find besides your own, and you turned your head his direction, sending a wave of pain through your face.

“Shit!” You grabbed your cheek only to have your ribs grind together. “Double shit!” you wheezed and caused Bruce to chuckle.

“Welcome back, your majesty.”

“Bite me, Bruce,” you grumbled, sitting up slowly.

His hands were quick to find your elbows and help you to the edge of the bed. “You’re healing at an advanced rate. According to all reports, your broken ribs are down to mere fractures, and your orbital bone and cheek are more like deep bone bruises than the cracks of shattered glass they were when you got on the jet.”

“How long have I been out? What happened? Steven!?” you gasped, trying to lurch from the bed and nearly landing on the floor.

“Hey! Hey! Easy! Everyone’s fine. Everyone’s safe. You don’t remember what happened?”

You shook your head slowly. “I remember Steven doing something foolish, me getting smacked into Tony, and smelling Steve’s blood. Then the ljå was dead, and the roof was coming down on us.”

“So… the part where you screamed filthy things and called upon your fallen sisters, Thor, Odin, and Loki to lend you their strength while your eyes glowed and you kicked that thing’s ass by ripping out its throat before riding its falling corpse to the ground… is a blank?”

“What?” You blinked at him. “How do you know what happened?”

“Tony records everything. Once Wanda let me know about… Elektra, the Hulk insisted we come home, much to Laura’s relief I’m sure. And, just so you know, the big guy? He’s none too happy about sitting this one out.”

You gave his cheek a gentle pat. “I’ll happily play around of dodge-and-roll with him once everything stops throbbing.”

There was a moment of silence before Bruce nodded. “He says he doesn’t know what that is, but he’ll take it.”

“It’s a game I played with my sisters. He’ll like it. Promise.”

He hummed softly before sitting beside you. “So? You gonna own up to what glowing eyes and memory loss mean? You didn’t seem surprised by it.”

“I’m surprised Heimdall didn’t spill the beans. Nosy guardian revealed all my other secrets,” you grumbled.

“He would only grin and mutter about you being a special sort of Valkyrie.”

With a sigh, you heaved yourself off the bed. “How long has it been?”

“The flight from China, plus a good six hours since you got home. Steve was here for most of it, but I kicked him out about twenty minutes ago. He stunk.” Bruce wrinkled up his nose.

“Well, he didn’t get very far. I can hear them all down the hall in a conference room, along with…” you cocked your head to the side, “Ross! What the fuck is he doing back here?”

“He showed up with an order for Daredevil. Of course, Murdock was with you, so we simply denied everything. I had Susan jump into his room, clear it out, and hide his stuff in the barn. Smitty managed to get a text out to Clint and Tony gave him an airlift out the back of the jet. He’s with Hemmi as far as I know.”

“Okay, so why is Ross still here?” you asked.

“Professional courtesy, he said. He insisted on staying until the Queen had recovered enough to assure him herself she would be fine, along with demanding to know what you all were doing in China. Heimdall has been taking every opportunity to sit and sharpen his sword while looming and glaring. Tony finds it hilarious. Natasha has joined in and started cleaning her weapons. Bucky, too. Sam’s just wandering around with a permanent scowl, and Vision is keeping an eye on Wanda. She’s been a little… twitchy since he arrived.”

“Well, I guess I should let him pay his respects so he can get the hell out of here.” You turned to leave only to stop and gasp when your ribs pulled.

“You want a shot of something before you do that?” he asked, amusement in his tone.

“Can you just numb it up? They’re going to be fine in another couple more hours, but breathing kind of hurts right now.”

He chuckled but nodded and moved away to his workstation. “This is something I’ve been working on for Steve and Bucky. It’s an analgesic cream, penetrates deep, and numbs nerve endings. It’s super-powered,” he muttered as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. “On anyone else, it would cause them to lose all feeling and mobility of the area, but for you bunch, it should be right up your alley.”

“You speaking from experience there, Brucey-bear?” you teased as you pulled your leather shirt up out of the way for him to swipe the cream over your ribcage.

“Was like being injected with novocaine,” he grumbled.

You snickered, then sighed when the relief was nearly instant. “Oh… that’s good stuff.”

“It should absorb fully,” he continued to mutter as he applied a small dab to your cheek and began to smooth it out, “but I’d appreciate any feedback you may have — odd sensations, tingling, more than the normal level of numbness. You actually make a good test subject as you’ve used the other stuff for regular people and know what it should do. So… thanks for being my guinea pig!”

“I’ve been reduced to lab rat status. Great,” you huffed but smiled, more than willing to assist.

“And a damn fine job you’re doing.”

You gave him a swat in the arm as he pulled his gloves off. “I plan on having a shower. Long and hot. With much excessive soap use to get the grunge off and out of my hair. That going to be a problem?”

“Should all be absorbed in the next ten minutes, but if it does wash off, let me know.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” you said, leaning in to hug him.

He gave a stiff, one armed pat to your back. “Anytime.”

“What?” you asked, pulling away.

“Uh…” Easily felt heat filled his face. “You’re a little… under-underdressed.”

Your hands flew to your chest only to sigh. “What? I swim in less clothing than this!” The leather top was no different than a camisole to your mind.

“Things… um, gape!” he squeaked when you leaned toward him.

It made you laugh. “Alright, alright. You got an extra shirt I can borrow?”

He was quick to scramble over to a drawer in his desk and toss one your way. Dragging it over your head, you felt the slightly thicker coating on the front and grinned at him. “Which one is this?”

“Melting Rubix cube,” he grumbled. Bruce had a penchant for science shirts or nerd wear as Nat affectionately called it. “It’s my favourite, so try not to get it bloody.”

“No promises,” you called over your shoulder. You hadn’t punched Ross last time. This time you weren’t so sure you could contain yourself.

“(Y/N)!” he barked as he followed you down the hall. “C’mon!”

A soft giggle welled in your chest, but you bit it back as you sauntered onward. He jogged a few steps until he could match your pace. The halls were deathly quiet for what essentially amounted to midday. It was odd and made the hair on your neck rise with concern, but there were no shouted alarms, no quickened heartbeats, only silence and the occasional sharp intake of breath.

Steve’s heart remained steadfast, calm, if marginally faster than normal, and it was it you focused on. If he wasn’t reacting with spikes and jumps, then things should be okay.

Rounding the corner you and Bruce both came to a halt when you found the reason no one was working was that nearly every person in the compound had gathered outside the walls of the glassed-in conference room to watch the fight happening on the screen within.

Around the table were your teammates in their preferred positions. Ross stood, arms crossed and mouth gaping, staring at the screen you could hear but not see. A couple of his henchmen were gathered behind him, and two more stood just beyond the open door.

Slowly, you began to weave your way through the sea of people, shushing them when they made to speak, working forward until you could lean against the open doorway, crossing both arms and legs. The battle replayed in your mind with each grunt and scream, each shout of the ljå. Steve’s arrival on the field made you frown, but you continued to listen as it played out.

Bruce stood just behind your shoulder. His breathing and heart jumped around. His hands opened and closed into fists, and his muscles twitched in anticipation of each blow. Something in his scent grew wild and dangerous, and you knew the Hulk was very close to the surface, watching and longing to have been involved in the battle.

You felt bad for leaving the big green guy out, but it was for his protection. His and the worlds. A Hulk made ljå? You couldn’t even imagine it and reached back to grip Bruce’s hand. His tightened once before the fidgeting gradually slowed and eventually stopped.

The sound of your elbow connecting with Tony’s suit as you screamed in denial, drew your attention back to the screen, and though you still couldn’t see it, you could hear what happened next and worked to piece it together.

A drop, powerful and deep, sending earth exploding around you. Wind whistled, and in it, you heard the howl of the wolf and the cries of your ancestors as your power rose. The warcry of your father tore from your throat, violent and ragged, leaving you wondering how you hadn’t shredded your vocal cords with that single sound as you cursed and berated the ljå, swore and threatened it, and spewed vile curses you hadn’t even known you knew — things you would never have said in your right mind and flinched at the vulgarity. Sure you could swear like a sailor and had no qualms about bitching someone out, but that was downright nasty!

Then, that first initial step and the ground shook. Another and it tremored. A leap and the rocks seemed to creak and scream as the wave of your force blasted them.

Like Bruce had said, you called out to your sisters. To Tyra, Asta, Ingrid, Vigdís, and Brynhildr. You cried out, vowed vengeance and claimed retribution for your fallen friends. You swore it by Gungnir, Odin’s spear, that you would not stop until the last of the Sjeletyv were purged from existence. With Odin’s name you beseeched him to lend you his wisdom, to Thor you sought his strength, and from Loki, you begged his cunning. You would need all three.

The rest unfolded in much screaming, the breaking of armour, and the crashing of stone as the others tried to get Steve to retreat, only to have him refuse to leave you behind. They wouldn’t have left you there, that much you did know, only moved to the tunnel so as not to be slammed flat by the rocks falling from the ceiling, but his refusal both made your heart swell and pissed you off a little further.

He’d taken unnecessary risks — ones which could have ended far differently. As it was, you checked every one of the team, making damn sure no one had had their soul sipped before relaxing your vigil in time to hear your parting words and Vision’s translation.

A blush, pale and light, coated your cheeks at hearing yourself claim Steve like he was something you owned. You never wanted him to feel like that. That being sjelevenn was an act of possession. He wasn’t cattle to be branded and paraded around like a thing of value.

Bruce’s hand squeezed yours and let go, drawing you from your musings as you called out weakly for Steve and passed out.

“Well… that was fun. I’ve never gotten to see myself go full berserker before. Though I guess see is a relative turn,” you quipped as the volume on the video lowered.

It was like everyone’s head was on a swivel when they all jerked your direction at the same time. The two men on the door jumped guiltily for having not noticed your arrival, then took a wary step away as you straightened from the doorframe.

“My lady,” Heimdall murmured, first to his feet where he bowed deeply. “Asgard celebrates your victory. Odin has extended his congratulations through me.”

“Loki?” you asked, only to have him shake his head. “Mischief god makes mischief even when he’s not here,” you muttered. His continued incarceration with the Valkyrjur was beginning to annoy you. They were holding the son of Odin. Even though the Valkyrjur might not follow Odin for more than orders, the keeping of his son was uncalled for, rude, and a snub to the All-father’s face. Something else for you to deal with when you returned.

“Highness,” Ross muttered, turning to face you. He stiffened, then relaxed. “Are you… fit to be out of medical?”

“Not my blood… well, most of it’s not mine,” you said with a feral grin. The stiffness of your hair and pants made you wonder how bad you looked. Someone had gotten a lot of the blood off your face and hands, but some of it had crept through holes the ljå had shredded in your armour to coat your legs and stomach.

“Fine. Then how about you explain yourself?” he barked and pointed at the screen. “You claim you’re not inhuman, but that looked pretty damn inhuman to me!”

The feral smile never wavered as you stepped further into the room to stand at Tony’s back. “I’m not inhuman. What I am is a Valkyrie, a special kind of Valkyrie. One of a kind if you will.”

“You know the suspense is killing me,” Tony huffed, swivelling his chair so he could look up at you. “Just spill it! You stink like three kinds of nasty, and I’d like not to smell you anymore.”

“Rude,” you huffed but smirked down at him. “I’m a Berserker.”

“Like… run through battle naked and screaming Viking Berserker?” Clint asked, staring at you in shock.

“Did you see me get naked at any point in that battle, feathers?” you snarled at him and rolled your eyes. “Berserkers were a group of native Asgardians, the people of my father. When Asgard went to war, you wanted the Berserkers on your side. I’m sure after seeing that,” you flicked your hand at the screen, “you can make your own assumptions as to why that was. But the Berserkers throughout our history have always been male. There had never been a female born to the clan with the power… until me.”

“More secrets, (Y/N),” Steve muttered.

You turned cold and harsh eyes his direction. “I never kept this a secret. Don’t dig yourself a deeper hole, Captain. We’re already going to be having words about the stupid ass thing you did today… yesterday. Whenever!”

“You never told me about this!” he barked, rising to his feet to lean toward you over the table.

A growl, deadly and hard ripped from your throat. “Use what little brain cells weren’t frozen to think and remember, Captain! I told you that day on the roof about going full Berserker on the ljå who took out that village. Who killed that child! Call me a liar again, and you’ll regret it!”

“I didn’t call you a liar!”

“It was clearly implied!”

“Hey, how about we all just take a few deep, calming breaths-”

“Shut up, Sam!” The two of you yelled at the same time.

You turned your attention back to Ross. “As you can see, sir, I’m perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern and for stopping by, but if you’ll excuse me, I’ve been informed I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“We’re not done, Highness!” Ross snapped. “How did you know about that thing? Where did it come from? Who gave you the intel?”

“I’m sorry, but we’re done.” Tony snickered as you turned to leave, only to have Ross’s men step into your path. “I just took off the head of a nine-foot monster with little more than a sword and my bare hands. You are going to want to get the fuck out of my way!”

When they didn’t move but looked to Ross for direction, you lost what little hold you had left on your temper. It was nothing more than a shove, but both went straight through the glass walls encasing the conference room. “Whoops. It appears they fell. Pity how clumsy some people are,” you muttered.

A deep, rolling chuckle spilled from Bruce, and a voice that was not his own rumbled, “Feisty girl. We fight later.”

“You got it, Hulk baby!” You sent him a wink and sauntered out without so much as a by-your-leave. At this point, you figured you’d earned a freebie for insubordination and attitude.

Anger still rippled inside you, hot and sharp, seeming to tear at your heart and soul. It was mixed with the bitter taste of fear, the flavour reawakening with the recount of Steve’s idiocy.

He’d come so close. So close to losing everything. He could have died. He could have lost his soul, and you would never have gotten another life with him.

The harsh reality of what might have been pounded down on you and your hand shook as you reached for the door knobbed. He hadn’t followed, likely staying to deal with the fallout from Ross. You were actually thankful for the reprieve, needing time to collect yourself when the first tear slipped from your eye.

You nearly fell in the door and trudged to the bath, not bothering with the light. The water came on, and you were quick to strip out of Bruce’s shirt. You hadn’t gotten blood on it, surprisingly, and even though you’d shoved two grown men out the what essentially amounted to windows, neither of them had been injured beyond their pride and a few bruises.

Once Bruce’s shirt landed beside the sink, you stepped fully clothed, boots and all, beneath the spray to slide down the wall until you could rest your head on your knees. Anger became all-consuming fear and the thoughts of what if circled relentlessly as you sat there shaking, waiting out the anguish of what could have been.

The mental image, one which was more shapes and shadows, of the ljå going after Steve, would be forever ingrained in your mind as the third time you’d nearly lost him. Lost your sjelevenn on a battlefield because you weren’t quick enough, strong enough, good enough to save him. If you weren’t blessed to be what you were, you would have lost him, right then and there, in a manner most horrid.

A sob racked your body right as the glass door swung open. “Go away, Steven.”

***

After her outburst in the conference room, he’d expected anger, rage, and likely yelling. He’d been ignoring the fluctuating heart in his chest, his own temper running hot and burning through the pain he was feeling, ignoring it as nothing more than the physical pain she had to be in still.

But seeing her curled up, looking tiny on the floor, soaked and shivering even beneath the hot spray and steam had all his indignation falling away. He shut the door and listened to her sob while twisting himself into a pretzel to get out of his suit. Once he’d shucked it down his legs, he peeled himself out of his undershirt and shorts and opened the door a second time. She didn’t even snarl, just turned her face away and leaned her temple on her knee.

“Baby,” he sighed as he knelt beside her and tried to pull her against him.

Her hand slammed into his chest, and she shoved him back. “No! No, you don’t just get to cuddle and pretend everything’s fine, Steven! You said you’d stay out of it, that you trusted me to get it done, but you didn’t! You just had to jump in like always, be the damn hero, and nearly got-” Her voice broke on a harsh sob.

“(Y/N)…” he sighed, her pain, her fear and despair seeming to tear at him, rip a gaping hole in his chest. “I did trust you. I knew you could do it.”

“Then why? Why would you do that? Why would you- when you knew! You knew what could happen! Gods!” She shoved to her feet to stand wet and dripping, leather plastered to her body and rivers of red and purple streaming from her frame to swirl down the drain before him. The colour matched the bloom of bruising around her eye and along her cheek, and he imagined it would match the explosion of the same colour across her ribs.

He surged to his feet to loom over her, better equipped to deal with anger than tears at the moment. “Because we’re better together, goddammit! Do you think I couldn’t see how every time she shrieked or screamed you lost a step? That I wouldn’t know how blind you were in that instant? Of course, I came to help you! I’ll always come to help you!”

“You damn ass! Do you know what it felt like when I caught the scent of your blood?” She slammed both palms to his chest and rocked him back. “How fucking terrified I was? Do you!?”

“Yes!” he bellowed, grabbing her by the wrists and jerking them behind her back, forcing her chest into his with the action. “You forget I can feel what you feel! I know exactly what raced through you at that moment, but you saved me!”

She struggled but his grip was unbreakable, and she snarled in frustration before kneeing him in the thigh.

Grunting, Steve swung her around and into the wall where he caged her, hands now above her head and his body a solid mass of immovable, pissed off muscle. “Watch it, sweetheart,” he growled.

“You watch it, Captain! You did a stupid thing, and I’ve every right to call you on it!”

“But you saved me!”

“I might not have! Dammit, Steven! You just don’t get it!” She bucked, wiggled, and writhed, rubbing wet leather and fucking gorgeous curves against him.

His body responded without his permission and made him even madder for being turned on and pissed off at the same time. “Then why don’t you explain it to me, (Y/N). Maybe you’d best use small words so what few brain cells I have left can understand you!”

“I can’t control it!”

He frowned. “What?”

“The power,” she sighed, seeming to deflate as her struggle ended. “The men could always turn it on or turn it off at will. I can’t. I don’t get a choice. Something happens to trigger it, and it’s like a switch flips in my brain. I disappear to be replaced by… a much more violent form of myself. I lose time, say and do things that I wouldn’t when I’m just… this. It’s me… but not me.”

“Baby,” he sighed, releasing her wrists to cup her face carefully. “It’s okay. You saved me. I’m right here.”

“But I might not have…” she whispered as tears began to trail down her cheeks again. “I could have lost you down there. Again. And this time there would have been no second chance. You would have been gone. Forever!” Her head bowed, and her forehead fell against his chest as she cried out the fear.

Steve closed his eyes and turned his face into her hair. He shifted to hold her tightly, clinging to her as the truth became blindingly bright. Did he regret rushing in to help her? No. Did he regret the pain he’d caused, the fear doing so had put in her heart? With everything he was. But he would do it again in a heartbeat.

“I couldn’t just stand back and watch. I couldn’t, not after you screamed. It was like a piece of me just… tore open. I had to help. I had to! Nothing was going to stop me from coming to you. Not even you.”

Her hands, which had drifted down to lay against his chest, curled into fists and she tapped one against his heart a few times. “You’re a stubborn, pigheaded, cantankerous old fart with a death wish, doing stupid things like jumping from planes with no parachute. I should have known rushing in to try and help kill a creature that could literally suck out your soul would be right up your alley.”

“And yet, you still love me.”

“Yeah. I should have let Heimdall drag your ass out of there,” she muttered.

“You and I both know I’d a kicked his ass if he tried.”

She snorted out a half laugh. “You would have tried.”

“Baby.” He caught her chin and lifted it up to see her gorgeous eyes. “If he were tryin’ to keep me from getting back to you, I’d a succeeded.”

A smirk twitched her lips. “I believe you would, sjelevenn.”

“So, am I forgiven?”

“Am I?” she asked. “I guess I never really explained about being a Berserker, and I was kind of snippy in the conference room.”

Steve chuckled softly at her use of snippy. He’d dragged her out of places where she’d been in a full temper and knew it could have been a lot worse. “I probably shouldn’t admit to the fact I thought your insubordination was hot.”

“Oh, really?” She smirked a wide grin. “Do tell.”

“I’d rather show,” he murmured, nudging his hips into hers.

“Why, Captain! How very unprofessional of you,” she snickered and began to slide her hands over his chest. “Did our little tiff turn you on?”

“Not so much the snarling but having you wriggling around all wet and sexy? Yeah, baby.” Most of the blood had washed down the drain, and Steve nuzzled his nose into her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “How about we get you out of these wet clothes?”

“Can’t have a proper shower with them on.”

“Definitely not,” he chuckled and caught the hem of her shirt to peel it up over her head and let it fall with a wet plop. Her faulds came next, hitting the ground with a clank before he kicked them aside. He tsked softly as he looked down, though his hands were busy brushing and massaging her beautiful breasts. “Boots in the shower? That’s just wrong.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, arching into his touch. “What are you going to do about… Captain?”

He lowered to his knees, smirk ever present, his hands slipping down her wet torso to rub gentle circles on her skin. Careful of her ribs, Steve leaned in and kissed her beside the dimple of her belly button and nipped sharp teeth into her flesh to make her gasp. “Gonna have to reprimand you for it, doll. First, you get all snippy with your superior; then there was the use of excessive force - which, by the way, Tony said is coming out of your pay to replace the glass - and now I find you abusing your uniform? You’re racking up points as a troublemaker.” The ties on her pants were well and truly swollen when he gave them a testing tug.

“Steven,” she moaned and threaded her hands through his hair.

The ties gave when he wrenched them apart with a quick jerk and began to roll the wet leather down her legs. “Yeah, baby?” he murmured, snapping the ones on her boots when her pants hung up on her knees.

Her hand closed in his hair, and she tugged until his chin lifted and breath caught at the sight of her smile. “I think you’ve forgotten who the Queen in this relationship is,” she purred and caressed his cheek.

He could only grin and shake his head. “Oh, darling. I ain’t ever gonna forget that,” Steve said as he lifted her foot and worked the first boot off. Once he had the second free, he stripped her pants down to her ankles and let her kick them aside.

The softness of her skin called to him, and he was helpless but to reach out and wrap his hands around the back of her knees. He pulled her forward, off the wall and against him so he could place tender kisses and light nips to her thighs before turning his nose to the thatch of curls between her legs. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he murmured as he nudged and nuzzled against her, finding her scent intoxicating as always.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you in front of the others,” she sighed and stroked her hands through his hair, her nails skating over his scalp.

“How are you feeling, dollface?” he asked, his body throbbing with need.

“Bruce numbed everything up.” She whimpered and moaned softly when he darted his tongue out to taste her.

He hummed in pleasure but pulled away to get back to his feet and reached for her braid.

“Meanie,” she pouted.

Steve chuckled. “After we get cleaned up. Stark was right. You stink, and I can’t imagine I smell any better. Besides, he’s decreed karaoke tonight, and until then we are all free to chill.”

“Chill, huh? And just what does your definition of chill include, sjelevenn?” she asked, her nimble fingers wrapping firmly around his cock.

He gently worked her braid free and tried not to groan in delight. “Spending a serious amount of time with my girl and no clothing,” he quipped, only to bite his lip when she gave a twist to her stroking. “Baby…”

“Why don’t you wash my back, and I’ll wash yours, Steven.”

“That’s not my back, doll.”

She grinned wickedly. “I know.”

He laughed and reached for the shampoo.

Next Chapter

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Anime Masterlist

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!:

Hibari Kyoya x Yamamoto Takeshi Dating HCs (fluff)

Tsunayoshi Sawada x Gokudera Hayato [smut]

Stuck in the Wall Kink (Reaper, Michael Myers, Dante, Xanxus) [smut]

Mermaid HCs (Hibari, Xanxus)

Fate Grand Order:

Cu Chulainn:

Vampire HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn)

General Knight HCs: Lancer x Reader (Cu Chulainn)

Courting HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn)

Yandere HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn)

Mermaid Courting HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn)

Taking Care While Sick HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn)

Command Seal HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn)

NSFW Alphabet HCs Cu Chulainn: K, O, E [smut]

First Time: Lancer x Virgin!Reader (Cu Chulainn) [smut]

Rut HCs (Alpha!Lancer Cu Chulainn) [smut]

Chase that Leads to Swallowing HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn) [vaguely sexual vore]

Yandere HCs (Lancer, Caster, Proto, Alter Cu) (Stalking, Implied Sexual Violence) {dark}

Accidently Swallowing Master HCs (Lancer, Caster, Proto, Alter Cu) (Softcore Vore, Swallowing, Slight Body Horror)

Love Letter Event

Gilgamesh:

Vampire HCs (Archer Gilgamesh) (fluff)

NSFW Alphabet HCs Gilgamesh: A, N, H (Harem) [smut]

Mermaid HCs (Archer Gilgamesh)

Reader Teasing Gil HCs [teasing, overstimulation]

Diarmuid:

Unrequited Love HCs (Lancer Diarmuid) {angst}

Diarmuid as an Original Servant HCs

Flower Prompt: Forget-Me-Nots

Nameless/Emiya:

Alpha HCs [smut]

Hanahaki Syndrome HCs (Implied Body Horror, Blood) {dark}

Helping Through a Depressive Episode HCs (Depression, Depression Episode) {angst}

Soulmate HCs (fluff)

Reader Wanting to Self-Harm HCs (Implied Self Harm, Emotional Struggles) {dark}

Mermaid!Reader x Mermaid!Emiya HCs (fluff)

Dragon!Reader x Emiya HCs (fluff)

Karna:

NSFW Alphabet HCs Karna: F, A, E [smut]

Antonio Salieri:

Love Letter Event

Sakata Kintoki:

Keeping Reader Warm (Trapped in Cave) (fluff)

Reader x Kintoki NSFW HCs [smut]

Arthur Pendragon:

Yandere!Arthur x Reader {dark, implied stalking}

Soft Dom! Arthur x Reader [smut]

Blood Mage!Reader x Arthur HCs

Reader Who Cooks Arhtur's Favorite Food (fluff)

General Relationship HCs (fluff)

Oberon:

Eyes Like Stars: Oberon x Reader

Reader x Yandere! Oberon {dark}

Mori Nagayoshi:

Flower Prompt: Queen Anne's Lace

Reader x Shark!Mori Flirting HCs (fluff)

Reader x Mori Praise Kink [smut]

Reader x Werewolf! Mori HCs

Ozymandias:

Male!Reader x Ozymandias Wooing HCs

Astolfo:

Fem!Reader x Service Top!Astolfo [smut]

Zenobia:

NSFW HCs [smut]

Jeanne D’Arc:

First Time HCs

Saito Hajime:

General Relationship HCs [smut]

Yamanami Keisuke:

General Relationship HCs [smut]

Love Letter Event

First Mana Transfer [smut]

Reader x Vampire! Yandere! Yamanami {dark}

Okada Izou:

Reader x Yandere!Izou HCs {dark}

Soft! Reader x Izou HCs (fluff)

Chevalier d’Eon:

General Relationship HCs [smut]

Vlad III:

Asking About his Outfit HCs (fluff)

Calamity Jane:

Love Letter Event

Relationship Headcannons (fluff)

Saint Georgios:

Love Letter Event

Ashiya Douman:

New Years Wish for Children with Reader [smut]

Reader x Mermaid! Ashiya Sex [smut]

Kadoc Zemlupus:

Pirate Captain! Reader x Mermaid! Kadoc [smut]

Brynhildr, Sigurd:

Poly Brynhildr x Reader x Sigurd HCs

Sakata Kintoki, Watanabe no Tsuna

Poly Kintoki x Reader x Watanabe Headcannons (fluff)

Poly Kintoki x Reader x Watanabe NSFW Headcannons [smut]

Siegfried:

New Years Resolution to Apologize Less (fluff)

Relationship Headcannons [smut]

Shi Huang Di:

Passionate Author! Reader x Qin Shi Huang (fluff)

Breeding Kink HCs [smut]

Nemo:

Pacifist! Reader x Nemo Headcannons (fluff)

Robin Hood:

Robin Hood! Reader Interacting HCs

Francis Drake:

NSFW HCs [smut]

Shuten Douji:

Relationship HCs [smut]

Merlin:

Reader x Yandere! Merlin HCs {dark}

Charles-Henri Sanson:

Robin Hood Servant! Reader HCs

Collections/Other:

Black Cat/Witches (Halloween Prompts): Lancer x Reader x Archer (Cu Chulainn, Gilgamesh)

General Mermaid HCs: Lancer x Reader (Cu Chulainn, Diarmuid)

Poly Lancer x Reader x Archer Relationship HCs (Cu Chulainn, Gilgamesh) [smut]

Type of Lover HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn, Archer Gilgamesh) [smut]

Absolute Boyfriend HCs (Lancers) [smut]

Absolute Boyfriend Lancer x Reader x Lancer (Cu Chulainn, Diarmuid) [smut]

Family Beach Day HCs (Archer Emiya, Lancer Cu Chulainn, Archer Gilgamesh) (fluff)

Colorful Leaves (Halloween Prompt) HCs (Archer Chiron, Rider Achilles)

Fall Festival, Harvest (Halloween Prompt) HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn, Lancer Diarmuid)

General A/B/O HCs (Lancer Cu Chulainn, Archer Billy the Kid, Caster Nitocris, Saber Mordred)

Yandere Servants for Master HCs (Nameless, Cu Chulainn, Gilgamesh) {dark} [implied smut]

SFW Alphabet HCs (Gilgamesh, Cu Chulainn, Edmond Dantes) (fluff)

Reader who Can't Take a Compliment HCs (light angst, fluff)

Reader Crying During Sex HCs (Oyzmandias, Arjuna, Leonardo Da Vinci) [smut, overstimulation, crying]

Matching Halloween Costume HCs (Chiron, Achilles) (fluff)

Master Thinking They're a Monster HCs {angst, low self-esteem}

Master is a Drider HCs

Playing Dumb for No Nut November HCs (fluff)

Master Owning a lot of Pet HCs (Gilgamesh, Cu Chulainn) (fluff)

Discovering Merfolk HCs (Cu Chulainn, Diarmuid) (fluff)

Masting Hiding They're a Zombie HCs

Meeting the Mer Family (Cu Chulainn, Diarmuid) (fluff)

Drider Mating Season HCs (Cu Chulainn x Reader x Diarmuid) [implied smut]

Shrunken!Reader HCs (Moriarty, Ozymandias)

Shrunken!Reader Flirting HCs (Cu Chulainn, Ozymandias)

Poly! Selkie! Cu Chulainn x Reader x Selkie! Diarmuid Comforting HCs

Reader Embarrassed by Praise HCs (Cu Chulainn, Achilles, Proto Arthur)

Reader with Medical Issues HCs (Merlin, Mori Nagayoshi)

Dating HCs (Penthesilea, Lancer Artoria) [smut]

Reader as a Servant

Male! Reader First Time HCs (Shuten Doujin, Minamoto no Raikou) [smut]

Male! Reader First Time HCs (Penthesalia, Medusa, Nobunaga) [smut]

Male! Reader First Time HCs (Barghest, Baobhan Sith) [smut]

Dating HCs (Artoria Alther, Saint Martha) [smut]

Dating HCs (Caenis, Mordred) [smut]

Male! Reader Relationship HCs (Himiko, Kagetora) [smut]

Male! Reader Breeding Kink HCs (Penthesalia, Raikou) [smut]

Male! Reader Dating HCs (Caenis, Mordred) [smut]

Tsukumogami Doll! Reader HCs (Nemo, Robin Hood)

Hetalia:

Cold Weather (Winter Prompt): Romano x Reader X Spain [smut]

Fuzzy Blankets (Winter Prompt): Germany x Reader x Italy (fluff)

Naruto:

Sledding (Winter Prompt): Itachi x Reader x Kisame (fluff)

Soulmate AU Sasuke x Naruto {angst}

Hunter x Hunter:

New Year’s Resolution: Leorio x Kurapika [smut]

Reader x Kurapika Picnic Date HCs (fluff)

Bleach:

Reader x Byakuya Aftercare [smut, Dom/Sub]

Reader x Nnoitra Gilga Pirate AU

Reader x Mermaid! Cyan Sung-Sun [smut]

Inuyasha:

Reader x Naraku Flower Prompt: Red Fuchsia {dark}

Hydromancer! Reader x Gatenmaru HCs

Reader x Naraku Cuddling HCs

Sailor Moon:

Male Shapeshifter! Reader x Makoto Kino HCs

Reader is Youma (Rei, Ami, Minako, Makoto)

New Year Celebration with Youma! Reader (Minako) (fluff)

Taking Care of Sick! Youma! Reader (Minako) (fluff)

Protecting Youma! Reader (Minako)

Smart but Insufferable! Reader x Ami (fluff)

Madoka Magica:

Soft-Spoken, Sadistic! Reader x Mami Tomoe

New Years Cooking Tiramisu Reader x Mami Tomoe (fluff)

Castlevania:

Reader x Alucard Rainy Night Part 1 (fluff)

Reader x Alucard Rainy Night Part 2 [smut]

Reader x Alucard After Dracula's Defeat {angst}

#masterlist #anime masterlist

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