#falcon chirps

[falconscales]

I gotta look for rocks and stones. I want to give my partners pretty stones that remind me of them.

[pyro-peregrinning]

shoutout to ✨️him✨️

[pansexual-chocolate]

@rosie-dear-rosie tagged me in this game. They are an amazing writer so please read their fics and they have such a great blog.

honorable mentions because I can only do 12 Donna final fantasy x/x2 Rose quartz (Steven universe)

The beyonder (Moon girl and devil dinosaur)

Aloysius Fogg (Undeadwood critical role). Bilquis (American gods) So many characters I am hooked on and love so much. But they aren't recent characters

tagging: @six2vii @xshingie @angel-hawthorne @sunshine-hime @jemgirl86 also whoever wants to play

[botanikos]

Stolas has a delivery!

A bouquet of blue Stargazer Lillies and a new book arrives with a sweet apology note, apologizing for the distance between them and a promise to make it up to him. No name was written, but the eye of Horus indicated its sender.

Overcome with J O Y, the prince emits a series of soft sounds. His heart was aching, a bleeding thing in the absence of his beloved falcon! It had been some time since he last saw Horus, and while Stolas understood the importance of his responsibilities — he still felt a very selfish desire to covet the other's attention and existence. He gently buries his face into the bouquet, admiring their beauty. Fingertips trace the symbol, familiar to him now. He was forgiven — always. And would absolutely be held up to his promise upon return.

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

bear hybrid! price who stalks around your house at night, protecting you from whatever else might be lurking in the woods. you don't know that he is of course, but you should be more thankful when he shuts and locks your windows when you're asleep. occasionally you see him lumber on the edge of the forest, minding his own. he doesn't want to scare you, but he wants you to admire him, too.

wolf hybrid! simon that follows you everywhere (from a distance and he rarely lets you touch him). you were frightened at first of the big bad wolf, but when he takes you away from snakes and other dangers in the woods you learn to leave out some scraps for him. (he sleeps on your front step. won't enter the house yet.)

fox hybrid! johnny who regularly sneaks into your house to play in your blankets. the wildlife here is so friendly you're shocked, shouldn't they be frightened of you? however he sleeps under your bed and he's fine unless you try to kick him out. red fur is on everything, he seems unusually close to the wolf that looms around. loves scratches to the ears!

falcon hybrid! kyle who hovers in air around your house. he finds little trinkets for you and leaves them on your porch. he mostly hangs around price, but he will chirp greetings and steal bird feed from your feeders.

they protect you in different ways, trying to worm their way to your affections before they bed down in your abode for winter.

[impish-baby]

What do you think about harpy Dads who just lost their chicks to hunters and find little reader in a tree and they're just like you're my baby now!!!!

Harpy dads..

Their babies are gone. Every single one. Just like that.

Not a single egg was spared. The nest that his love spent so much time making perfect utterly destroyed.

He can't get Velo to eat. He can't convince him to drink. The only thing he'll do is sit in what remains of their nest holding any pieces of shell they could find no matter how small.

Gale can not bear to watch him waste away like this, maybe the heads of the hunters will bring some comfort.

And so the falcon with his keen eyes is sweeping through the outskirts of the forrest, determined to find a trail. Humans are clumsy, idiotic beasts. They've had to have left some trace behind.

It's there up in a tree that he spots the first one. They aren't very old, barely into adulthood it seems. Not that it matters to him.

A powerful beat of his wings is all it takes for him to land on the same branch they're sitting on, for creatures that act so mighty, humans only take an instant to be fearful of something bigger than them.

Gale wasn't even going to waste a second, raising a taloned hand ready to seek out his retribution, but he blinks and there is no longer a human.

The fluffy down feathers make his breath hitch.

A fledgling. Staring up at him with eyes brimming with tears. As if his heart wasn't broken enough.

He's cooing before he knows it, this time reaching out delicately to hold them.

"By the gods.." they're perfect. They don't fuss at all, simply limp in his arms, a baby. After so much was stolen. A blessing.

He gets home the quickest he ever has, and it still isn't fast enough.

Velo hasn't moved an inch.

"Love? Oh my love.." Gale kneels with the chick cradled in one arm, gently lifting his husband's chin. "Look, won't you, please?"

The smaller harpy's face remains blank, as frozen as he's been since the incident until the fledgling chirps so quietly it's bearly audible.

That does the trick.

He's nearly clawed when his love grabs them from him, Gale doesn't care at all, it's the most he's seen him move willingly in weeks.

Velo clutches them to his chest, shoulders shaking with broken sobs. It's gut-wrenching. Gale drapes himself around them both, taking a shuddering breath. His family. If anyone steps one foot too close, he'll make sure they bleed out into the grass.

[freebooter4ever]

#❤️❤️❤️❤️#wait but if this is on the haus attic wall has jack seen it? would he realise what the 90 means?#i don't think 90 would ever stop reminding him of kenny so he must at least consider it right?#oh man now i want a fic where jack learns about patater because of the poster ransom made him look at

in my unwritten fanfic i came up with an excuse for this: tater was also born in 1990 and went through the same draft as jack and parser. thats why tater thought he could get away with this brazen display :P because he just tells people its his lucky year

ransom has this blown up poster sized on the haus attic wall

[just-aake]

Everlasting Devotion - Part XI

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Sequel of Boundless Devotion Series. MedievalAU. With her coronation over, Natasha is now the queen of the Romanov Kingdom. However, the position comes with challenges from both old and new enemies as Natasha tries to maintain the peace while also navigating her relationship with you.

Masterlist Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Warnings: light angst, violence, death

Words: 2513

The three of you navigate the quiet alleyways, shadows stretching across the cobblestones as Redwing glides ahead, scanning the area for Sitwell. 

The tension between you and Natasha lingers in the atmosphere, though you’ve made no effort to address it.

Instead, you keep a deliberate distance from her, your focus locked on the path ahead, and Natasha feels the sting of your cold shoulder intensely.

She knows she mishandled things—should have told you about having Sam and Redwing keep an eye on you—and now she’s left to wrestle with how to make things right.

A quiet sigh escapes her lips.

The sound draws your attention, and for a brief moment, you glance back at her.

Natasha straightens, her heart flickering with hope, but the moment is fleeting. 

Once you see she’s relatively okay, you quickly shift your focus back to your conversation with Sam, effectively shutting her out again. 

“So, how far can Redwing fly?” you ask, tilting your head as you watch the falcon hover effortlessly above.

Sam perks up immediately, his tone turning proud. 

“Oh, he can make it all the way to the Mar-vel Kingdom and back in a day. No problem,” he boasts, clearly delighted to share the falcon’s capabilities.

Your expression softens into genuine interest as you nod, absorbing every detail Sam shares.

Natasha watches you from a step behind, the faintest smile softening her expression despite herself.

She’s always admired the way you connect with others, your genuine curiosity and openness drawing people in. It’s a quality that makes her heart ache even more at the thought of you feeling shunned and ridiculed recently. 

To her, it’s unfathomable how anyone could associate you with Dreykov’s scheming persona.  

Your thoughtful hum pulls Natasha out of her musings.

“And he can find anyone?” you ask.

Sam nods with certainty.

“Greatest tracker I’ve ever worked with.” 

As if to prove his handler’s point, Redwing emits a short chirp and begins circling a spot some distance ahead, drawing all of your attention.

Sam glances back at her with a serious nod.

“Found him,” he states simply, quickening his pace toward the location to scout the area. 

You fall in step beside Natasha, keeping your word to stay close to her, though you maintain your pointed silence.

Natasha bites the inside of her cheek, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. 

With Sam far enough ahead, she seizes the opportunity to address the lingering tension. 

Natasha takes a deep breath, steeling herself as she nudges your shoulder lightly.

“Y/n,” she calls softly, her voice a quiet plea.

You don’t respond, your gaze fixed ahead, and Natasha’s heart sinks. She takes another breath, her words tumbling out earnestly. 

“I’m sorry,” she begins. “I should have told you about Redwing. It’s just…” She hesitates, searching for the right words. “Ross had his men following you, and I knew he wouldn’t stop unless there was some kind of surveillance to replace his.” 

Your eyes narrow slightly at her words, though you still don’t look her way.

Natasha hurries to clarify, her voice faltering.

“Not that you need to be watched,” she says hastily. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe. That’s all. I swear.” 

Her voice falters as you continue to remain silent, and she sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair as frustration and regret simmer within her. 

“I really am—” Natasha freezes mid-sentence, her words catching in her throat as she catches the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion.

“Wait a second…” she mutters before letting out an exasperated sigh. “At what point did you forgive me?”  

You finally look at her, a playful glint in your eyes. 

“At the first ‘I’m sorry,’” you admit with a shrug.

Natasha exhales sharply, shaking her head. 

“You were messing with me this whole time?”

“Maybe a little,” you confess with a soft chuckle. “I told you, it’s cute when the charming princess gets flustered.” 

Natasha rolls her eyes, though a faint blush dusts her cheeks. Reaching out, she catches your hand, stopping you and turning you to face her.

“You know,” she mutters, a teasing smirk playing on her lips, “having your queen grovel for forgiveness might be grounds for punishment.” 

Laughing lightly, you step closer, leaning into her body, your voice dropping as you reply in a challenge.

“Then punish me, my queen.”

Natasha’s breath hitches for a fraction of a second, the warmth in your tone and the proximity sending her heart racing.

But before she can respond, you step back with a knowing grin, your eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“You’re unbelievable,” Natasha mutters under her breath, though the smile tugging at her lips betrays her true feelings.

“And you love it,” you quip before stepping to follow Sam toward Redwing’s signal.

Natasha huffs, shaking her head as she refocuses on the task at hand, though a faint, lingering smile refuses to leave her face.

The alley stretches ahead, cloaked in dim light and deepening shadows as you all silently approach the narrow entrance where muffled voices echo from within. 

The three of you press against the wall, staying hidden. 

Sam raises a finger to his lips, signaling for silence as he leans forward, peeking cautiously around the corner.

“It’s Sitwell,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “And he’s not alone.”

Natasha creeps forward to peer around the corner, her sharp gaze taking in the scene as the lord’s voice becomes clearer. 

“It’s not my fault that Commander Hill took over Rumlow’s operations before I could!” Sitwell’s voice is frantic, a mix of frustration and desperation. “She locked everything down.”

“And what of the weapons?” a second voice asks, calm yet menacing. It’s muffled, belonging to the cloaked and masked figure pinning Sitwell against the wall. 

“I—I don’t know where they are!” Sitwell stammers, his voice trembling.

The figure’s grip tightens as they brandish a knife, the blade gleaming faintly in the low light.

“We had a deal,” the figure hisses, their tone laced with quiet fury. 

Sitwell fumbles frantically, producing a glowing stone similar to the one Natasha had seen before at the tavern. He offers it to the figure, his hand shaking.

“Wait!” he pleads. “I can get you more! Rumlow wasn’t the only one who knew the man who made them—I do, too.”

The figure hesitates, taking the stone and examining it. They motion for Sitwell to continue.

The lord swallows hard, seizing the chance to plead his case.

“Rumlow had a deal with him. He was supposed to deliver secrets about Dreykov and Romanov’s Widow operations in exchange for the weapons,” Sitwell says hurriedly. “But he double-crossed him and used it for himself. Now, only one person can give him what he wants.” 

“Who?” the figure demands.

“Lady Y/n—she’s the one he’ll trade for,” Sitwell blurts out, his voice shaking.

Natasha stiffens, her head snapping toward you. Her expression hardens with a mix of alarm and fury.

Sam clenches his jaw, his focus shifting to her as if awaiting orders. 

Natasha looks between you and the alleyway, her mind racing, before coming to a decision.

She gestures for Sam to take you away.

With an acknowledging nod, Sam starts to nudge you back, but you shove his arm aside when you realize that she intends to stay. 

The masked figure tilts their head, processing Sitwell’s claim, before their attention snaps to the faint movement from your group.

Their gaze locks on Natasha, their body tensing in readiness.

In an instant, they shove Sitwell to the ground and bolts.

“Secure Sitwell!” Natasha commands Sam as she charges forward after the fleeing figure.

Natasha closes the distance quickly, her movements precise as she grabs the figure’s cloak, yanking them back.

The figure stumbles but smoothly pivots on their heel, delivering a swift kick toward Natasha’s head.

Natasha ducks under the attack, but with surprising skill, the figure follows up quick with a sharp kick aimed at her torso. She blocks it at the last second with her arms, but the impact forces her to stumble back. 

You’re immediately at her side, steadying her with firm hands.

“Thanks,” she mutters breathlessly, her eyes never leaving the figure. 

The cloaked individual looks between the two of you cautiously before they suddenly lunge, their knife flashing as they swing at Natasha with calculated precision. 

Natasha pushes you away from her side as she sidesteps each swipe, narrowly dodging the blade.

Grabbing the figure’s wrist mid-swing, Natasha twists sharply, forcing them to drop the weapon with a metallic clatter. She traps their arms in a hold, locking them in place.

“Now!” Natasha shouts to you.

Understanding her unspoken command, you move quickly, delivering a powerful kick to the figure’s side. The impact forces a grunt from them as Natasha releases her hold, letting them stumble back into the wall. 

The glowing stone slips from the figure’s hand, falling to the ground.

The moment it hits the pavement, a loud crack resounds, and an intense, blinding light explodes outward, flooding the alley with a searing brilliance.

“Get down!” Natasha yells, shielding you with her body as the light engulfs the area.

The overwhelming brightness disorients you both, your vision obscured for several long seconds. When the light finally fades, Natasha blinks rapidly, her sight still hazy as she surveys the alley.

But after a quick scan, it’s clear that the mysterious individual is gone.

Natasha curses under her breath when there’s no trace of where they went. Only the faintly glowing, fractured stone remains on the ground, pulsing weakly with light.

“Damn it,” Natasha mutters, frustration evident in her tone.

Your hand comes to rest on her arm, grounding her for a moment.

She turns to you instinctively, her eyes darting over you, scanning for any sign of injury. Her hands come up to cup your face, tilting your head slightly to inspect every angle. 

“I’m fine, Natasha,” you assure her softly, gently pulling her hands from your face and placing them back at her sides. 

The warmth in your touch lingers even as you step back, creating a subtle distance between you. 

Your eyes flick briefly to where Sam stands, your awareness of the others pulling you back into your carefully maintained composure.

The sound of a struggle draws Natasha’s attention to where Sam restrains Sitwell, who thrashes ineffectively in his grip.

“Unhand me!” Sitwell shouts, his voice sharp and panicked.

Natasha stalks over to the squirming lord, her presence looming with command.

“Who was that?” she demands, her voice cold and threatening.

Sitwell recoils at her tone, his earlier bravado crumbling into fear. 

“I don’t know!” he exclaims. “They’re just…some black market arms dealer. Rumlow had a deal with them.”

Natasha’s expression hardens, remembering the way Sitwell targeted you at the council meeting, making you experience all sorts of discomfort as he questioned you. 

“All your talk of loyalty to the kingdom, yet here you are—a traitor.” 

Her words cut like a blade, and Sitwell visibly flinches.

“No, Your Majesty,” he pleads, desperation creeping into his tone. “I was trapped in Rumlow’s deal. When he didn’t fulfill his part, they came for me. I had no choice.”

“That’s a pathetic excuse,” Sam scoffs, tightening his grip on the struggling man.

Natasha steps closer, her icy glare silencing any retort from Sitwell.

“If you want even a chance at leniency, you’ll tell me who Rumlow was working with. Who made these weapons?”

Sitwell hesitates, the weight of her demand pressing down on him.

Finally, he opens his mouth to answer.

But before he can speak, a sharp whistling sound cuts through the air.

An arrow buries itself in Sitwell’s chest. His words die on his lips as his body crumples to the ground.

Natasha’s head snaps upward, her sharp gaze locking onto a shadowy figure perched on a rooftop above. 

The figure’s silhouette is menacing, their face obscured, but Natasha doesn’t miss how their focus shifts directly to you.

“Natasha,” you whisper, your voice tinged with worry as you instinctively grab her arm, tugging her back. 

But Natasha immediately moves to shield you, pushing you behind her protectively.

Her eyes narrow dangerously as she glares up at the figure.

For a moment, they linger, their presence a silent threat, before disappearing into the darkness.

Only once Natasha confirms the area is safe does she drop her hand from your side.

Sam kneels beside Sitwell’s body, his expression grim.

“He’s gone,” he confirms.

Natasha clenches her fists, her frustration mounting.

Sitwell’s death has left more questions than answers, and her mind churns with thoughts of who these mysterious figures could be.

Before she can voice her thoughts, she notices you moving away from her side.

Natasha turns to see you kneeling beside the fractured stone, its faint glow drawing your attention.

The light pulses weakly, almost hypnotically, and your hand hovers inches above it. 

Natasha remembers her earlier experience back at the tavern when her hand had brushed the similar stone on the attacker’s glove—the flashes of the worst moment of her life and the fear that had gripped her mind and heart.

“Y/n, don’t touch that,” Natasha warns, stepping forward and reaching for your arm.

The moment her fingers graze your skin, your reaction is sudden and uncharacteristically harsh.

You swat her hand away with surprising force, startling her.

Natasha pauses and pulls back from you, her eyes widening in shock. 

“Y/n?” she calls again, softer this time, her voice laced with worry as her eyes search your face.

For a brief second, your expression is distant, your eyes unfocused. Then you blink rapidly, as though shaking off a haze, and your gaze shifts to her, confusion flickering across your features.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, your voice tinged with genuine puzzlement at her expression.

Natasha’s lips press into a thin line, her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. 

“You pushed me away when I tried to stop you,” she says cautiously.

“I did?” Your brow furrows in surprise, and your gaze darts back to the now-dimming stone. Its glow fades completely, leaving only the cracked surface behind.

Natasha watches you closely as you stare at the stone, your expression unreadable.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken questions.

“Y/n?” Natasha says softly, her hand reaching for your arm again.

This time, you don’t pull away. You turn to face her, your eyes meeting hers.

“You don’t remember?” she presses, her voice gentle but firm. 

You hesitate for a moment, your hands fidgeting nervously in front of you at her words, but then you shake your head lightly and give her a reassuring smile.

“I'm sorry, my body must’ve still been on the edge after everything that just happened,” you reply softly.

Natasha studies you for a moment longer, unease flickering in her chest.

Whatever had just happened, it wasn’t normal like you’re suggesting. And as much as she wants to press further, she holds back, not wanting to push you too hard.

“That’s enough for today. Let’s head back,” she finally says, her tone steady despite the worry lingering in her gaze.

You nod silently in agreement before making your way out of the alley. 

But Natasha lingers in place, turning her attention back to the fractured stone on the ground. Her mind races with the mystery of its power—and the brief, unsettling moment when it seemed like you weren’t entirely yourself.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

a/n: And we're back. 😁 Time for more mysteries, secrets, and challenges for the two. Thank you for your patience and for reading!

If you asked to be tagged and I missed it, please let me know again.

Taglist : @midastouch013, @2silverchain, @dvrkhcld, @observeowl, @x-drowned-x, @fireandblood-3, @natsxwife, @leequifey, @blacklightsposts, @srt-sah, @scar-letwidow, @likefirenrain, @autorasexy, @natsbiggestfan1, @lex13cm, @iheartjohansson, @tofu9162, @unexpected-character, @natashasilverfox, @acciowriting, @qtreesfanstuff, @mrsrushman, @inarayofmoonlight, @viosblog112, @inarayofmoonlight, @maximoff-jp, @natashasilverfox

[falconscales]

My kin sideblog that has become me posting stimboards for two weeks in a row and then not posting for months at a time

[pyro-peregrinning]

falconkin struggles;

not having any goofy photos of urself bc ur brothers n sisters are (understandably) wary of humans and their tech

like im lowkey jealous of all the wolves and deer and stuff bc yall have all these cute pics T^T

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Danny "Commit To The Bit" Fenton decides that his next course of action is to modify his gas mask to look like a plague doctor and starts perching in building rafters like someone straight out of Assassins Creed to fuck with people. As such, we end up getting scenes like this:

*Tim, Duke and Jason sitting at the dining room table, minding their buisness*

Tim: "Does anyone... does anyone else feel like they're being watched...?"

Jason: "Well now that you mention it..."

*LOW STATICKY HISSING*

*Everyone looks up*

Two bros, chillin in the batcave, 0 feat apart cuz they’re best friends

Also because Danny weighs like a wet baby crow in ghost form and he likes to have his Perch.

Duke would sooner take up Condiment King duties than turn him down

[demonic0angel]

May we get a story for your animal au? Maybe deer danny/cass, or wolf jazz/jason, or just the phantom family dealing with the fact they are animals? Anything your brilliant brain can comeup with.

(Taking a different route with this one lmao)

Damian walked in through the door. "Hello, Father. Hello, Richard."

"Hello, Damian," Bruce said, not taking his eyes off of the newspaper.

When he looked up, Damian had slipped through the doors and to his room. Bruce looked at Dick, whose mouth was completely open as he stared after where Damian had disappeared.

"... Dick?" Bruce asked.

Dick turned to Bruce slowly with wide eyes. "Damian just brought a bird, a snake, a deer, and a wolf into the manor."

".... WHAT?!??!"

————

The entire family congregated around Damian's room, which was locked.

"Damian?" Dick asked, very sickly sweet. "Could you open the door for us?"

"Who's us?" Damian asked after a long moment. There was some shuffling and clacking noises like he was rearranging the room.

Jason pulled up his sleeves at this point, but Duke and Tim quickly held him down, resulting in some muffled cursing and more scuffles. Bruce pinched his nose.

"Uhm. All of us. Damian! We're really worried, I think I saw a wolf and a snake enter your room? Dami? Please open the door," Dick said desperately.

Damian gave a long, audible sigh, and then said, "Give me a moment. I'll open the door in a few minutes when I'm ready."

Dick put his head in his hands. It was Bruce who asked, "Are you safe, son?"

"I'm fine! They're docile and quite nice. You're all worrying for nothing."

True to his word, the door opened a few moments later and they all poured into his room, where they gaped at the sight of the animals around his bed.

A white deer with large horns sat at the foot of his bed, looking at them with wise, green eyes. A peregrine falcon perched on his headboard, chirping. An enormous, black wolf prowled closer and brushed against Damian's side, almost making them all jump, which was only worsened when they realized the other black thing around his body was a large king cobra, hissing softly.

"Damian?!" Dick nearly shrieked. "That's a—"

"King cobra? Yes, I am aware. These four were traveling together around Gotham Academy while I was studying, so I went to see them and earned their trust. I asked them to follow me home and they have agreed. So here they are."

Jason blurted out, "Are you fucking crazy?" And Tim and Stephanie rushed to agree, already reaching out to pull Damian away from the wolf and snake.

Damian pulled away from them with a huff. "It's fine! I am alright! They are obedient and won't attack me. Look." He pressed a hand to the wolf's snout and pushed. Said wolf was so large that its head reached even higher than Damian's gelled hair.

It didn't move when Damian pushed at it, but when he insisted, it then gently toppled over with a huff, like the way an overgrown dog could be pushed to the floor.

Damian beamed and bent down slowly, as to not dislodge the cobra around his neck, to furiously pet and stroke the wolf. Its fur was so thick that his hands sank straight through, which only delighted him more. The wolf's tail wagged and then the deer approached with a gentle rumble, also wanting pets.

The falcon wasn't far behind, flying towards them with a screech before landing on Damian's shoulder gently. The cobra didn't even twitch, just flicking out its tongue.

Damian beamed again. "See! They're very docile!"

"This entire family is crazy," Duke muttered, and the rest of them could only mournfully agree, watching as their little brother was starting to fall in love with four random, dangerous, wild animals.

It was too late. They were now pets.

[botanikos]

Upon Stolas' return to his room, he would have smelled the incense long before opening the door.

His room is lit with candles, gently perfumed with jasmine and a fresh breeze. In his luxurious bathroom, the tap turns off as the tub finishes filling. It is full with rich bubbles, little purple petals fluttering to the surface. Horus was there, but he's unfortunately had to attend to important business. He wanted to make sure Stolas had a relaxing evening to himself. By the tub, on a stool, is a tray of sweets and a refreshing fruity non-alcoholic drink along with a piece of paper with a single, hand drawn heart in gold, that says "Enjoy~" underneath.

Exhaustion is etched into the owl's features, taking shape in his frame as shoulders slouch and posture crumbles. His hat is tossed onto the bed, and the cape is released, draped haphazardly over a small decorative screen. The incense and the cool breeze are a balm against the day's work.

He breathes in deeply, talons clicking against the floor as he approaches the tub. His washroom is a disappointing sight, as it awaits him in its emptiness. There was only one being he wanted to see now that his work was done with. But of course, their schedules didn't always align, and duty called. However, the familiar presence that once filled it does not go unnoticed. He plucks the small card up, holding it close to his face as his eyes close. A soft and appreciative sound rose in his chest. He traces the heart with a finger and smiles. He was almost certain this was the love composers wrote songs about; the kind that was sweet, exhilarating, mysterious, and tender. It was a shame his falcon wasn't there to join him.

Stolas undresses, slipping into the bath with a groan. He reaches for the beverage, sipping from it before nearly submerging himself entirely. How he survived before Horus was honestly beyond him. He would have to show the other demon just how much he appreciated him. There were a vast number of ways to do so, and Stolas already knew a few he'd like to offer. . .

[crowsofdarkness]

Vaz Prizrak: Epilouge

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: The end for the trilogy is finally here! I also wrote a one shot that takes place between Dorogaya and Vaz Prizrak. I'll link it at the bottom. I know Bucky's story continues on in The Falcon and Winter Solider but I have no plans on continuing this story for that storyline. It ends here for these two 🖤

Tags: @globetrotter28 @sakuracyberhex @chinggay85-blog @bookofriverr @misatxox @that-blonde-girl @cats-chaotic-mind @wintrsoldrluvr @sebastians-love @pumpkin-babydoll @ordelixx @starfly-nicole @j23r23 @baw1066 @capswife @winterassassin1804

Soldat Masterlist | Dorogaya Masterlist | Besplatno One Shot | Vaz Prizrak Masterlist

The sound of laughter and hushed voices woke me, eyes opening slowly to allow the morning sun to adjust to my gaze. The windows were open wide, birds chirping and the loons on the lake were my usual wake up call. Not the loud noise of pans and plates clattering to the ground, breaking. 

I rolled out of bed, throwing Bucky’s shirt from last night over my body and quickly stepped into a pair of shorts. The coldness of the floors tickled my bare feet as I tiptoed my way down the long hallway towards the voices, who tried their best to keep quiet but failed. 

While I leaned against the wall that faced the kitchen, the three bodies had their backs turned to me but I couldn’t keep a straight face when I saw the mess of eggs and flour all over the kitchen counter and floors. A grin spread widely to my lips as I thought about how we had gotten here, a very long and hard road. 

“Bucky, please drop it,” I sighed as we walked into our bedroom.

“I don’t understand why you get so weird and defensive when I bring up kids. It’s been two years, doll.” Bucky said with slight annoyance. 

“I’m not ready yet.” I lied while I changed into a pair of pajamas. 

We had returned from Steve’s place after our weekly dinner night with him and Sam. Every time, Bucky would bring up kids but I would always find a way to deter the conversation. I continued to lie to him, saying that I’m not ready for kids, but in truth I was afraid of telling him about the one we lost during the snap. I had kept that secret from him for so long, what would stop him from leaving me because of it?

“You’ve said that for the last two years. How much longer am I going to have to wait?” Bucky asked exasperated, pinching his eyes closed. 

“Can we please talk about something else,” I begged while climbing into bed. 

Bucky remained standing at the end of the bed, hands stuffed deep into his jean pockets. “Do you not want to have kids with me?” 

My heart shattered, falling into the pit of my stomach at the brokenness of his voice, hearing the waverness of it. His chest rose and fell heavily, awaiting my answer. 

I knew that I couldn’t keep the secret buried away any longer; he deserved to know the truth. 

Sitting up on my knees, I reached for his vibranium hand, pulling him down to our bed. He sat next to me and linked our fingers together. 

“I want to have kids with you, Bucky. I want to have little feet running up and down these halls. But there’s something I have to tell you.” 

Feeling waves of dread radiating off of him, I squeezed his hand. 

“Back in Wakanda after Thanos snapped half of the population away, I not only lost you but our baby was snapped away,” I finally admitted after all these years. 

Bucky’s eyes widen slightly at the news, heavy, deep, breaths escaping through his nose. 

“You were pregnant?” He asked after a moment of silence. 

I nodded. 

“Two years later after getting you back, I still don’t understand why our baby hasn't come back. So I’m afraid of trying again. What if I can’t get pregnant because of what happened?” 

Bucky gently lifted me into his lap, hands sprawled over my hips. He gave them a reassuring squeeze, something he did quite often to let me know that he wasn’t upset with me. 

“Why didn’t you tell me years ago?” Bucky questioned. 

“You were finally back and in such a good place, mentally. I couldn’t ruin that,” I admitted. 

He brushed his nose against mine, a comforting action from him that I adored. 

“Please don’t worry about ruining anything.” 

I nodded, finally feeling a weight being lifted from my shoulders. That admission had been weighing me down for so long and I knew that it was getting in between us from moving onto the next stage of our relationship. 

“Are you mad?” I questioned while locking my arms around his neck. 

My fingers played with the ends of his short hair. 

“Of course not, doll.” 

Sighing in relief, I laid a soft kiss over his plump lips. “I love you, Bucky.” 

Another shared kiss between us. 

“I love you too, dorogaya.”

Two months later, I screeched in joy at the two pink lines on the stick I had clutched tightly in my hand. Bucky was ecstatic at the news that he danced with me throughout our entire home, Ivan following behind with a happy expression. 

I coughed, finally gaining the attention of the three bodies in the kitchen. They all turned on their heels with a guilty expression on their faces. 

Wth my arms crossed over my chest, I nodded towards the mess. 

“Who’s to blame for the mess?” I mocked angrily. 

The two looked at each other before pointing up towards Bucky’s. 

“It was his idea!” They shouted at the same time. 

Bucky’s lips parted, a shocked expression on his face. “You guys threw me under the bus that fast?” 

“It’s mom! If we lied, she probably would have set the room on fire!” 

I scoffed. “I did that one time! You girls won’t let me live that down?” 

The young brunette shook her head. “Mom, you burned down our playroom because dad ate the last brownie.” 

Bucky bit back a laugh, remembering the memory that happened only a few months ago. 

“You know, for only five years old, you girls are savages,” I giggled while ruffling their hair. “So whose bright idea was to bake a cake at eight in the morning?” 

The young blonde raised her hand high. “It was mine! Dad said it would make you less mad with us.” 

I raised my brow at the curly haired girl. “Less mad for what?” 

The two girls looked at Bucky, slight fear on their tiny faces. 

Suddenly, Ivan started barking and scratching at the girl's bedroom door, something getting his attention. 

“Natasha and Rebecca Barnes, why is Ivan trying to break down your door?” I questioned while pointing towards it. 

The twin girls shared a quick look before sprinting towards their room, hoping to stop me from entering inside. Even if their hair color were different, they were the spitting image of each other and their father, when he was their age. 

“Bucky?” I questioned, looking over towards him. 

“Don’t be mad, doll.”

He placed his hands on my shoulders, lightly rubbing them, as he led me towards our daughter's bedroom. 

Natasha, the blonde, had her hands behind her back while sitting on her bed. Rebecca was sitting on her own bed, holding Ivan away from Natasha. 

“Natasha, I swear to everything good in the sky if there is a rodent behind your back, I will shoot fire out of my hands towards it,” I said sternly. 

As strong of a woman and fighter I was, rodents were something that I couldn’t deal with. One of my biggest fears. 

Slowly, Natasha pulled the fury creature from behind her, the white fur shining bright in the sunlight. It was purring loudly, excited for all the love it was getting from Natahsa. 

“Where the hell did that come from?” I cursed. 

“Language,” Bucky breathed in my ear. 

“Girls, where did you find the cat?” I questioned. 

Bucky kept rubbing my shoulders, hoping to ease the tension I felt building in them. 

“Her name is Alpine. She was outside, covered in mud and starving!” Rebbecca claimed while sitting next to her sister. 

“Dad said that we could bring her inside and keep her!” Natasha stated. 

I peaked over my shoulder towards Bucky, who wore a sorrowful look on his face. The guilt radiated off of him onto my skin, making it crawl. 

“They were so happy, doll. I couldn’t say no!” He defended. 

With a long sigh, I gave our daughters a nod, letting them know that they could keep the cat; on one condition. 

“You two have to feed her and clean the litter box every day,” I pointed towards them. 

“We already do!” Rebecca stated with a smile. 

My eyes widened. “How long have you been hiding the cat in here?” 

Bucky bit his bottom lip, not wanting to say, but with the look I was giving him, he knew that if he wanted to sleep in the bed tonight that he would. 

“A week.” 

Rolling my eyes, I walked out of the girls room and out towards the back deck, needing fresh air. I sat on one of our many deck chairs, slowly steading my breaths. There were a few moments of peace, the lake immediately calming my rising blood pressure. I couldn’t afford to let the stress bother me. I needed to take it easy. 

“Y/N?” 

Bucky walked outside, kneeling in front of me and laced our hands together. 

“Are you upset?” He questioned. 

I shook my head. “No. I’m only worried about the responsibility. Now really wasn’t the best time for a new pet, Buck.” 

He nodded, placing his vibranium fingers over my growing stomach. A smile pulled to his lips when he felt a small kick. 

“I know I should have talked to you about it, doll, but the girls were so happy. There’s a lot of change coming in just a few weeks, they deserve something that will make them happy.” 

I nodded, agreeing with Bucky’s statement, while he played with my fingers on my left hand. The black stone caught the sunlight, nearly blinding us, and the gold band matched the glow. It mirrored the necklace that Bucky bought me on my birthday back in Bucharest. I still wore it to this day. Bucky wore a black ring to match, however it was on his right hand. 

“I think I’ve got enough metal on my left hand.” 

“Do you ever wish that you had your big wedding?” Bucky wondered out loud. 

Without hesitation, I shook my head. “Our wedding was everything I could ever want. Us, Steve, and Sam. In front of our lake and in our own home. That’s the kind of wedding I dreamed of, Bucky.” 

To put the stamp on that answer, I gave him a loving kiss on his lips. With the heat radiating off of him and his hands digging deep into my hips, I ran my hand through his hair, pulling on the ends. 

“GROSS!” 

We both pulled away and looked towards the back door, our daughters watching us with a disgusted look. Bucky and I shared a laugh while I wiped my lips with a finger. 

“Do you girls need something?” I asked with a smile. 

Natasha pointed inside. “Uncle Sam and Uncle Steve are here. They sent us to ask you something.” 

“Can we have some cake?” Rebecca asked, interrupting her sister.

Bucky shook his head. “Leave it to your uncles to fill you up on sugar when they’re not the ones that have to deal with you tonight.”

I immediately waved him off, while asking him to help me to my feet. Eight months pregnant with a super soldier’s baby made it nearly impossible to do anything on my own. 

“I think cake for breakfast is a wonderful idea!” I smiled, giving kisses to the top of my daughter's head. “Don’t you think babe?” 

Bucky stared at me with love and adoration in his eyes before breaking out into a large grin, a sweet laugh escaping his throat.

“I think your brother is the one who wants cake for breakfast, not your mother,” he joked while wrapping an arm around me, leading us all inside. 

Our lives had been everything we ever wanted and reamed of, a beautiful family with healthy kids and animals. No thoughts of a war looming or death awaiting one of us from an enemy. We both had gone through hell in our past, together and alone, but that’s what made us stronger. 

Bucky would always be my Soldat and I, his dorogaya. 

[larluce]

The Arthurs and Merlins I created celebrating Valentine's day

Guide so you don't get confused:

Merlin and Arthur from my Time travel AU will be: Merlin🌳 and Arthur🕐

Merlin and Arthur from my Merlin as a shapeshifter falcon AU will be: Merlin🦅 and Arthur🦅

Merlin and Arthur from my fic "The Dragonlord's son series" will be: Merlin🐉 and Arthur🐉

Emrys, Merlin and Arthur from my fic "From the Grave to the Cradle" will be: Emrys🧙‍♂️ , Merlin⛏️ and Arthur⛏️

Merlin and Arthur from Merlin arrives in Camelot with a baby AU will be: Merlin🧑‍🍼 and Arthur🧑‍🍼

Merlin and Arthur from Deaf Arthur AU will be: Merlin🦻 and Arthur🦻

Emrys🧙‍♂️: (with a boring voice and expressionless) Welcome to this wonderful especial. 😒

Arthur🦅: Why is he hosting? He sounds so...

Merlin🦅: Dead?

Arthur🕐: He is the oldest. Have some respect.

Merlin🧑‍🍼 and Arthur🧑‍🍼: (Arrive, Arthur carring Biddy in a baby carrier)

Merlin🧑‍🍼: Sorry, we're late. (elbows Arthur) I told you to not give her cake! 😠

Merlin🐉: Oh, how cute! 🤗 (runs to see the baby) Whose baby is this?

Merlin🧑‍🍼 and Arthur🧑‍🍼: (at the same time) Ours 😊😊

Arthur🐉: You are parents?! 😨 But you look so young...

Merlin🦅: So? We are even younger and we are parents too.

Everybody else: What?! 😨😨😨😨😨😨

Merlin🧑‍🍼: Really? 😃 That's great! Then your baby can play with ours.

Arthur🦅: Babies. They are five.

Everybody else: FIVE?!!!😱😱😱😱😱😱

Arthur🧑‍🍼: And where are they?

Merlin🦅: Let me called them (calls out) Guardian! Rain! Blizzard! Brave! Wary! Come meet your new sister!

5 young merlin falcon: (fly until they perch in Merlin🦅's arms and chirp) Sister! 😄😄😄😄😄

Merlin🧑‍🍼 and Arthur🧑‍🍼: ...

Merlin🧑‍🍼: They... they are...

Arthur🧑‍🍼: Birds.

Arthur🦻: (signs to Merlin🦻) I think I didn't read their lips correctly. Did they just say those birds are their children?

Merlin🦻: (signs back) No, you didn't read wrong.

Merlin🦅: So, can they play together? 😃

Merlin🧑‍🍼: Uhm... sure.

Emrys🧙‍♂️: (conjures a children's playpen)

Arthur🧑‍🍼: Oh, thank you. (puts Biddy in the playpen)

Merlin falcons: (fly inside the playpen)

Merlin🦅: Do not scratch or peck her too hard. Her skin is fragile and soft.

Merlin falcons: (chirp) Yes, Mama 😊😊😊😊😊.

Merlin⛏️ and Arthur⛏️: (10 and 12 years old repectively) Can we play with them too? 😃😃

Arthur🧑‍🍼: (shrugs) Sure. Why not?

Merlin⛏️ and Arthur⛏️: YAY! 😄😄 (Enter the playpen)

Merlin🐉: Why are they still children?

Emrys🧙‍♂️: The author hasn't updated our story in a while.

Merlin🌳: Alright, now that the children are entertained. Let's get back to what we were doing.

Arthur🦻: And what are we doing? Sorry, I'm kind of new here.

Arthur🕐: This is a Valentine's especial, so Arthurs and Merlins from different universes came here to celebrate our love. 🥰

Merlin🌳: Awww you are such a corny idiot (kisses Arthur🕐's cheek)

Arthur🦻: (blushes) Wait... you are ALL couples? 😳

Merlin🦻: (blushes furiously too)

Merlin🐉: Well, besides child Merlin and child Arthur over there, yes. Why? Are you not?

Arthur🦻 and Merlin🦻: (as they sign at the same time) NO!😳😳

Emrys🧙‍♂️: (whispers to Arthur🕐) It seems the author hasn't developed that part of their story yet. They are pretty new indeed.

Arthur🦻: (could easily read his lips) Not yet? What do you mean by that?

Arthur🕐: Nothing! Valentine is also to celebrate friendship. And you are friends, aren't you?

Arthur🦻 and Merlin🦻: ... yes?

Emrys🧙‍♂️: Great! so... LET THE CELEBRATION BEGIN! (makes heart shaped fireworks appear in the sky and then tables with flowers for each couple appear) Each Arthur take your respective Merlin and sit.

Merlin🌳: (To Arthur🦻, before he goes to his table) I love your accent 😊. Are you from other country in your story or something?

Arthur🦻: (embarrased) Is... not an accent... (goes to his table)

Merlin🌳: (looks at him confused, but then goes to his table)

Emrys🧙‍♂️: Now. (turns to see the audience) While they enjoy their romantic dinner, the public will decide. You can ask questions to any of the Merlins or Arthurs that are here or even made them do the dynamics you like. Be my guest! What will be your first request?