#i'm so scared of valkyrie

[mishkakagehishka]

Hello, sorry for bothering you, dear Korka, but I need to ask something and I've no idea who else to turn to; you see, I've always been a Valkyrie fan mainly for their sound and aesthetic, but I've always looked up the lyrics to their songs too. Upon listening to Shukufuku no Library on Wednesday, I was mesmerised by the lyrics, and already having done some research on Japanese I wanted to try translating it myself. But upon the line

記されし命の筆跡-プルーフ-

I got stumped, because I realised- I was also looking up how each word was pronounced to go along listening to the song- that the kanji which by looking up and reading the English lyrics translated to handwriting, this one (筆跡) I discovered that I can't hear Mika ever actually pronouncing it. The Romania version of the line goes something like this from what I've looked up (though this romaji has proved to be a bit of an inaccurate source but for this line this was what I was hearing too)

Shirusareshi inochi no puruufu

Which matches, upon my own research, like this:

記されし 命 の 筆跡 -プルーフ-

Shirusareshi (記されし) inochi (命) no (の) puruufu (-プルーフ-)

And I can't hear 筆跡 being pronounced anywhere.

I haven't looked into the whole song like this so I'm not sure if there are other parts like this. Do you happen to know why this happens? Like, is it normal? And the Japanese lyrics are the official ones, so I know I have the right source there at least. And, do you know why the small dash/hypen is there and previously too?

Thanks a lot for reading this, and I'd truly appreciate it if you know the answer or any hints towards where I can find one.

From a curious Valkyrie-P.

Oh hey ! Don't worry ab bothering me, i'm always happy to be of use :3

Honestly, I've seen that around multiple times and while I don't know exactly why it happens, I know more or less. It sometimes happens in manga, and other media, too (even in enstars stories, every once in a while Leo will mention inspiration and it'll be written as some kanji I have now forgotten and the pronounced "inspiration" in katakana in brackets), and I think it's something like "true meaning" of what is said. So, if Mika says "proof" the written lyrics expand on it by saying "the proof is handwritten" or otherwise evoke the imagery of some sort of calligraphy that serves as the proof mentioned. I think it's a neat practice !

That's my understanding of it, but I never really looked it up myself, I just kind of came to that conclusion? So if anyone has any additional info, I encourage sharing ^_^

[bluelillybooks]

Leaving For A Mission

Pairing: Azriel x Reader (She/her pronouns used)

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Azriel and his mate before he leaves on a mission and the anxiety that comes with it.

Warning/Notes: There's kind of adult content, not too much. I don't really know what I'm doing. This is my first time ever posting anything that I've written. So sorry if it's bad, just trying to put myself out there. Thank you for any feedback.

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Taking a deep breath, Y/n stood patiently behind the rest of the Inner Circle as they began their farewells to the shadowsinger. A ritual of sorts, before the spymaster of the Night Court left on what –she had been told– would be a fairly simple mission to the Mortal Lands.

Despite the supposed simplicity of the mission, the Inner Circle always made sure to say proper goodbyes to each other. Just in case, Rhys had said to her once. 

It made sense, truly, but it didn’t lessen her growing fears for the man, for her mate. Gods, she still wasn’t used to that word, she had only known about the bond for about three weeks, and this was Azriel’s first mission out of the Night Court since then. To say she was a nervous wreck would be the understatement of the century.

Sure, she had known Azriel for close to a year now and he had gone on hundreds of missions in that time, but now it felt different. It felt closer. Like now she wouldn’t be able to separate herself from the situation if things were to go awry, she was entangled in a way that took root deep within her.

Y/n had no idea how she was supposed to act, is she allowed to be worried, to feel a hollow cleaving in her chest that grows tenfold as the minutes tick by? Would he be expecting her to act a certain way, would she disappoint him?

 The two of them hadn’t accepted the bond yet, were still getting to know each other on a more intimate level. They had been friends before she knew about the bond, and not much had changed in the short period of time. She would be lying to herself if she thought his absence, of any kind, in her life wouldn’t send her into a whirlwind of unwanted emotions and grief, though.

Perhaps, that scared her the most. How much she had grown to care for the shadowsinger in a few short months, and how it had only deepened in the past few weeks. 

She could feel herself falling deeper and deeper into him, into their bond, but it didn’t matter how close the ground came to her, she couldn’t stop the inevitable impact. She didn't want to stop it.

They–she– had wanted to take things slow. He had been so kind about it, understanding that this was all still very new to her. When she had asked to move slow, her mate had merely smiled at her and assured her that he was fine with whatever pace she was most comfortable with. Her anxiety nearly extinguished with the sentiment.

Azriel had known about the bond for quite a while longer than she had. He had wanted to wait until she felt that glowing tether on her own, though. So, he had patiently waited and they had become rather close in the first few months of meeting one another. 

He had helped train her in Valkyrie training, had joined her nearly every night in the library, the two of them reading their own novels, or reports, deep into the night. Simply basking in each other’s presence. He always brought her trinkets from other courts he’d visit, or take her down to the bakeries of Velaris to try her favorite sweet treats, claiming he wanted to try them himself, though never actually doing so.

Truly, she shouldn’t have been so caught off guard with the realization of their mate bond, every interaction they had ever had only emphasized what they had been to each other, she had just been too caught up in her past to look towards the present, at what had been right in front of her.

Three weeks ago was when everything had changed. 

Y/n had been awoken in the dead of night, half-asleep and delirious from dreams of dusty texts and haunted libraries, by small, dark tendrils of shadows. Very panicked shadows. They had all but dragged her out of her bed, not even giving her a moment to collect herself, or throw a robe on over her near-non existent nightgown. 

Pulling her out of her door and down the hallway before she could register the cold wooden floor beneath her small feet or the way the hallway had been entirely consumed by writhing darkness.

His shadows had led her to a door, his door, she had recognized almost instantly, pushing and pulling at her to enter. 

Had she had even a moment to think, she would have noticed the door had already been cracked open, and that the unnatural darkness of the hallway seemed to be being fed by that very opening. She would have realized that the shadowsinger never left anything in such disarray, had never so much as forgotten to close a door behind him, let alone leave it unlocked.

But, she hadn’t had a moment, because she could hear something coming from within the room. Something that sounded so foreign to her fae ears she hadn’t even realized what it was before she barged into his room, his shadows leading her straight to– what she assumed– was his bed in the center. 

Suddenly, she thanked the shadows for being with her in that moment, she had never seen anything made of pure obsidian darkness, she never would have been able to navigate his room without their small jabs and urgent pulls.

And the noise she had heard, a noise that cast her bones, her skin, her very being into an icy oblivion, was Azriel. 

A whimper.  

A small, clipped sound that kept repeating, over and over and over–

Y/n needed that sound to stop, it set her entire being on edge, made her want to find and slaughter whatever had caused the noise to come from the Spymaster of the Night Court. One of the most feared fae in all of Prythian.

Climbing onto the bed, her hands splayed in front of her, she searched for him, for his warm and constant presence she had become so accustomed to. 

“Azriel?” She whispered, doing her best to avoid startling him, a feat she wasn’t sure possible if his shadows were any indication. Surely they had tried to help him? To wake him from whatever nightmare seemed to be causing such distress? Why had they come to get you? Surely another member of the Inner Circle, his family who had known him much longer than you, would have been a better option.

Her hand met with cold, scarred skin. His hand.

She didn’t realize in her panic the mistake she made, that she should have tried calling out to him, again.

Within a breath the world tilted on its access, the all-consuming darkness seemed to disappear, leaving her with a dark, but plain, view of the bedroom she had somehow found herself in. 

Cold steel pressed against her jugular, a warm trickle of blood cascading down her throat, a shadow chasing it as if it could make the small injury disappear all on its own. She didn’t dare move, afraid she may accidentally slit her own throat.

Dark, nearly black, eyes stared down at her, one large hand clasping both of hers above her head, teeth no more than a millimeter away from her face. 

Gods.

This. This was the terrifying spymaster of the Night Court. No wonder so many fae, old and young alike, trembled at the mere mention of his name. He had moved within a moment's notice, perfect precision, snarling at whoever dared come into his room while he slept. He must keep knives within reach, cauldron, she had been too rash in her attempts to help him.

Despite her current position, she couldn't help but find the male before her so achingly attractive. Who would have known that having an Illyrian warrior threaten death would be such a turn on? No. Not just any Illyrian warrior, Azriel.

Well, there had to be something so severely wrong with her, because she could feel herself getting wetter as the moment passed slowly, could only imagine the arousal that had permeated from her, the pout of her lips as she waited to see what would happen next, waited to see what he would do to her next.

But, within it all there hadn’t been a lick of fear. Azriel could have slit her throat if he’d wanted to, but instead he stayed pressed against her, pressing her body so thoroughly in the bed that she didn’t know where he began and she ended. His hard, very naked, chest aglow with a slight sweat, his intoxicating aroma infiltrating her senses so completely, she can't help how her eyes roll back. Her fingers twitching absently as they lay pinned above her head, feeling his rapid pulse beating against her skin. Her nipples pebbling against her dark nightgown, hitting his chest at the deep rise and fall of her labored breathing.

Then, as if the fog cleared, recognition flared behind his eyes, his hand dropped hers, the knife being so swiftly discarded she couldn’t help that small noise that escaped, the nick already healing over. 

“Y/n,” a choked, broken sounding rendition of her name falling from his lips as he pulled off of her entirely, leaving her feeling far colder than mere moments before. He didn’t go far, though, sitting back on his knees at the end of the bed.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t–”

Sitting up, her legs not coming anywhere close to the end of his massive bed, she couldn’t help the instinct to feel at her throat. His shadows had wound their way through strands of her hair and around her wrist, almost as if trying to soothe her, but, why not their master?

“It’s alright,” she spoke softly, doing her best to calm the shadows all around her. One danced along her arm, following a tattoo that represented her dedication to the Night Court and its people, a smile blistering on her face as she ran her opposite hand over it.

If she had looked away from the small shadow she would have noticed Azriel staring at her, his breaths still laborious, still being tamed. He had never seen anyone look at his shadows like she did, as if they were pets, a part of a family that would falter without them, not some terrifying representation of all the hardships he had had to endure in his long life. He wished he could commission Feyre to paint the image before him.

Y/n– his mate, sitting on his bed in nothing short of a slip, leaving very little to the imagination– speaking soft, carefree words towards his shadows, towards him. He didn’t think she knew exactly how his shadows worked, but he’d rather keel over than stop her menstrations of calming, coaxing coos.

He was trying desperately to ignore the lingering scent of her arousal in the air, trying to ignore what that could mean, what could have caused it.

“They brought me here,” she finally spoke, her eyes meeting his, at last. “They seemed… worried about you,” quickly she amended, “I was worried about you.”

“I’m sorry,” he said once more, some of his dark curls falling forwards as he cast his gaze down. “Sometimes the nightmares– they leave me unable to control them entirely, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He felt her move, her lavender and frost-chilled scent enveloping him wholly, he didn’t dare look up as she pressed her knees against his. Her small hands coming up to cup his cheeks, soothing one of her thumbs along the bone.

His breathing faltered for the second time that night. She had never touched him so bravely, as if she had every right to.

Azriel wanted to tell her that she did have the right. That she could touch him whenever and he would bask in whatever small amount of affection she’d willing give him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Her voice sounded small, as if she were just as affected by their skin touching. As if, just maybe, she could feel the warmth radiating through the bond he had tried so desperately not to force on her.

Shaking his head, he clasped the hand that still cradled him like he was something precious, something worth holding onto. His eyes finally met hers once more, his tongue darting out across his lips, wetting once, then twice.

Her eyes tracked the movement, memorized it, her own tongue darting out against her will. His eyes snapping to the movement. That’s when she felt it.

He watched her eyes widen, her breath catch suddenly, her grip on his face tightening just a fraction, holding herself to him, afraid that letting go would mean toppling off the edge of this world.

“Az–” she began.

Fingers snapped in front of her, pulling her out of her thoughts. Everyone stared directly at her, how long had she been zoning out? Seven pairs of eyes, each varying in degrees of understanding and out-right laughter, waited for you, having obviously missed whatever had just been said. And then, she looked into his golden pools of hazel, an emotion she wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge staring back at her as she took all of him in. Strapped to the nth degree with all kinds of daggers and weapons, his leathers buckled and placed deliberately on his generous figure, and his blazing siphones glimmering with dark, unforgiving power. He looked lethal.

And delicious.

His eyes darkened as the thought races past her defenses, ramming straight through her side of the bond and into his. 

Oh, cauldron-boil her. 

She still, clearly, had a lot of work to do when it came to keeping her mental shields up.

Now everyone was looking between the two of them, seemingly too afraid to move or say anything in fear that it would cause y/n and Azriel to jump each other’s bones here in front of everybody.

Cheeks heating, she squealed, “I’m sorry, what?”

Cassian, the one responsible for the finger-snapping, looked amused. His chaotic energy seeming to burn alive from within him. It had been no secret that Rhys and Cassian had known about her bond with Azriel, more than delighted that their brother had found someone he cherished. 

Because Azriel did cherish her, in more ways than she could comprehend. Everyday he showed her how much he cared for her, how much he would do to make her happy, to keep her safe.

They had gone on multiple dates since she discovered their bond, but they had yet to do anything other than talk to each other, learn each other. And, she wanted to learn about him, she wanted to know everything.

Her face warmed, a small smile lighting her face at the thought.

A crooked smirk graced the Commander’s features, a smirk that promised teasing and jokes at her expense, one that made it clear he knew exactly what she was thinking about.

Cassian opened his big mouth, likely to poke fun at her.

“We just thought you might want a moment alone with Az before he leaves,” Rhys cut in smoothly, effectively earning a glare from his red-siphoned warrior. Rhys merely gave him a look, one that seemed to say ‘We’ve been in this situation, too’. Effectively shutting whatever maniacal thought had been about to jump off Cassian’s tongue.

“Okay.” She whispered, hands clasping before her nervously. 

Then it was just the two of them. 

Standing a few feet apart, neither quite sure how to handle this situation. She wondered if he felt what she did, if he could feel her worry and her desperation for him not to go. 

It was selfish, she knew that. 

It didn’t stop it from being true.

He closed the space between them in an instant, his toes touching hers, the only part of him touching her.

“Are you–” He seemed to search for the words, “I will be back in three days, I swear to you.” He settled on. 

Y/n smiled at him, doing her best to calm his nerves. She would be here, safe and not putting her life on the line– unless one counted coming up with a plan to tie all of the General’s shoelaces together– he would be in far more danger. She needed to do this for him.

Taking a breath, she laced her fingers with his, somehow managing to step even further into him, into her mate.

She wanted him to know that she would miss him, desperately, that she would be counting down the minutes until he returned to her, that she would worry about his safety and well-being relentlessly. She allowed each feeling and thought to travel to him through that golden string tying him to her.

Rhys had said that they always say goodbyes in case of tragedy, she didn’t want him to leave without knowing how she felt.

Lifting her other arm, she looped it around his neck, dragging the foreheads against one another. A sharp twitch of his wings the only indication that she affected him as much as he affected her.

His eyes bore into hers as she spoke softly, for only him to ever hear, “Please, come back home to me safely.” A plea.

A small, sad sound came from him as he wrapped both of his arms around her middle, their chests flush against each other. “I will, I promise.” His lips gracing her forehead. Gods, she wanted him to kiss her, had been dreaming of what it would feel like to have his soft, cool lips caress her own. Or to have his scarred, beautiful hands run along her skin.

It wasn’t enough, she knew he couldn’t really promise her his safety, though hearing him do so did ease her warring anxiety slightly, but she wanted more. Needed more.

“When you return, will you spend three full days with me, just the two of us?” She pouted, “To make up for leaving me in such a distressed state,” he hummed at the teasing lilt in her tone, an uncontainable smile encompassing his face.

“How about we double it, just to be safe.” Her smiled matched his own.

“Deal.”

Before she could second guess herself, she placed a chaste kiss upon his left cheek, feeling him stiffen in surprise before melting at the sentiment. There must be something in the air, she thought, because she couldn’t help herself from kissing his right cheek, then his forehead, his nose, even his chin. Trying to calm her beating heart, to soothe the bond within her that screamed to never let him go.

As he set her back down to her feet, heart in her stomach, she knew it was time for him to leave. He must have felt the dread, too, because he didn’t step away from her. 

Cauldron, why was this so difficult? She already missed the way his warmth cradled her. How would she possibly be able to get anything done while he was away, he had already taken over her thoughts, and he hadn’t even left yet.

Before she could take that final step back, he grabbed her once more, softly, before bringing her forwards and connecting his mouth with hers.

A gasp escaped her, her hands flying to his leathers, grabbing on for dear life as she melted into him. 

He tasted like pure bliss. His mint breath and cedar scent taking complete control of all her senses.

One of his hands cradled her cheek as he kissed her, his mouth soft, but firm as he coaxed noises out of her she hadn’t even realized she could make. He kissed her like his life depended on it, like he was starving and she was all he could eat, all he could ever need. 

His other hand found its way into her hair, pulling gently to guide her mouth more securely against his own, a groan tumbling out of him. 

She burned, her body, her soul, she wasn’t sure how she ended up with her legs around his waist, or her hands in his dark curly locks, pulling and massaging, but there they were. 

Devouring each other shamelessly in the middle of the House of Wind’s foyer. 

She mewled as his tongue darted between her lips, swiping past her teeth and dominating her fully. She couldn’t get enough, her body seemed to have a mind of it’s own as she began grinding slowly on him, trying to claw her way into his body, his soul, anything to keep him from leaving her in this moment.

“Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “You’re so fucking perfect.” he nipped her bottom lip, a quick flick of his tongue against it one last time as if he couldn’t help it.

A cough came from behind them, jolting Y/n so thoroughly that she would have toppled over if not for Azriel’s iron-clad grip on her hips.

The snarl that left the shadowsinger would have sent any lesser fae running for their lives. But, Rhys, as put-together as always, merely smirked at his Spymaster.

“Sorry to interrupt,” He winked at the girl slowly dying of embarrassment in her mate’s arms, “but it’s time to head out.”

Azriel managed a small, choppy nod before setting Y/n down one last time. A quick kiss to her head, the last goodbye he could offer before he disappeared within his shadows. 

Leaving his mate and his heart behind.

[arc-misadventures]

This Is How You Do It~!

Pyrrha: Well... welcome everyone to the fifth meeting of the, HLJA: Horny Ladies for, Jaune Arc. I am the club president, Pyrrha Nikos. We like to welcome out latest member, Nora Valkyrie. Please introduce yourself, and tell us while you're horny for, Jaune Arc.

Nora: Hello everyone my name is, Nora!

RWBYVCMCE: HI, Nora.

Nora: I'm horny for, Jaune-Jaune because he's a kind brotherly figure I've always wanted in my life. He takes care of me, doesn't talk down to me, he's supportive of me. And... And, unlike a different person... Jaune actually likes me...

Ciel: Is she talking about that, Ren guy?

Coco: Yep.

Cecil: What's wrong with, Ren, he seems like a nice guy.

Velvet: I think it has something to do with, Ren's semblance.

Ciel: Ren's semblance; what's his semblance?

Velvet: Ren's semblance calms the senses to the point a person becomes undetectable to, Grimm standing just a few feet from you. Considering the effect that, Ren's semblance has on a person, I theorize that as passive effect from his semblance, Ren himself is so calm, that he's unable to... unable to get it on.

Weiss: Hmm... Semblances do occasionally have passive effects on people some times. It's a pretty solid theory.

Nora: A solid theory that is true; Because of, Ren's semblance he can't get aroused.

Yang: Whoa, seriously?!

Pyrrha: Is that true, Nora?

Nora: I've spiked his food with aphrodisiacs... more so just to see what would happen if I did. No effect.

Blake: So, are you giving up on, Ren, because you two can't get physically intimate?

Nora: Not entirely...

May: Does his semblances prevent you two from being physically, and emotionally intimate?

Nora: Yeah. I know I've held a torch for, Ren for years, but we can't do anything because of his semblance. But with, Jaune... he's shown me love, and affection the moment we first met. Sure he treated himself like the older brother figure, he has seven sisters so it makes sense why he would act like that...

Ruby: I love his brother attitude he has for us~!

May: It's a really comforting feeling.

Nora: But, despite this brother love he shows me, I know there's more romantic feelings in there as well. Haaa... I love that blond goofball~!

RWBYPCVCME: Awwww~!

Pyrrha: Alright! Now that introductions are out of the way! Tell us about your all of your plans to seduce, Jaune went? Ruby, will you go first?

Ruby: Okay! Soi, I finally tried.... The naked cloak!

Ciel: The naked cloak?

Ruby: I had, Jaune enter my room, only the two of us were there, while I was only wearing my red cloak! My plan was to seduce him after he accidently reveals my naked body before him in all it''s glory!

Velvet: Ohh~!

Coco: Spicy, I like it!

Blake: Did it work?

Ruby: It failed horribly!

Ruby: ...

Ruby: I... I was too nervous to show him anything...

Yang: Ha! I knew it that you'd chicken out!

Ruby: Oh like you were any better! You wore a skimpy bikini knowing full well it would slip, and you'd flash him, on purpose! And, what did you do when your top fell off: "Eeek! No don't look!" Then you punched him in the face!

Yang: Yeah... Ah ha... haa...

Blake: Too scared to show him the goods?

Yang: No...

Pyrrha: What about you, May, any luck?

May: I haven't been trying to sleep with him. I'm just trying to strengthen our relationship, and subtly flirt with him to get him to know that I'm interested in something more than just a simple friendship.

Cecil: I've been doing the same myself. I've been helping, Jaune with his leadership training classes, while also subtly flashing him my ass in the process~!

Emerald: In those spicy thongs I helped you get?

Ciel: Hell yeah I did~!

Emerald: Nice~!

Ciel: He hasn't taken any action, but I've seen the way he's blushing~!

Emerald: So, he hasn't tapped your ass either?

Cecil: No...

Blake: I think, Jaune's more of a thigh man than an ass, or boobs guy.

May: I would have to agree, while he is aware how big I am, the times times my breasts have accidently slipped out he tends to look away. Although I think that more so him being a gentleman than anything else.

Weiss: I would have to agree. As the one of the members of the, HLJA without any prominent assets. I tend to notice that when the few times I've notice, Jaune staring at one of us, his eyes seem to be staring lower than a persons waist, obviously at a persons thighs. Seldom at a persons, butt, or boobs.

Coco: Who gets stared at the most.

Weiss: He tends to stare at, Yang, and Pyrrha's thighs the most.

Pyrrha: Yes!

Yang: Fuck yeah!

Nora: Wait... I understand this is the horny for, Jaune club. But... Have none of you actually slept with him?

Ruby: Well... no...

Velvet: There is actually two groups of the, HLJA. One for woman like us who want to sleep with him, and another group for those that have.

Nora: Oh, where is that group? I should be in that group.

RWBYPCVCME: ...?

Coco: Y-You've already slept with, Jaune...?

Nora: Yeah, just the other day actually.

Pyrrha: Haa... I'm sorry, Nora, but I'm sorry I'm going to ask you to leave, and join the, SSLJA. That's the club for woman who have slept with, Jaune. We aren't allowed to share how we managed to do it considering this is more of a think tank for us to be able to join the, SSLJA. Since, you've already done it. Well...

Nora: Oh... okay... B-Bye guys...

RWBYPCVCME: Bye...

Yang: Fuck!

Weiss: Why couldn't she have at least told us what she did for an idea for what we could have done?!

Pyrrha: Because, for what works for one...

RWBYCVCME: Does not work with others...

May: At least we can all tell it was good.

Weiss: How can you tell?

May: She was walking with a limp.

Emerald: Tsk! Luck bitch...

~~~

Glynda: Well... Let me welcome our newest member of the SSLJA, Sexually Satisfied Ladies of, Jaune Arc: Nora Valkyrie!

Nora: H-Hi...

Neo: 👋😁

Cinder: Hello, Nora.

Glynda: So tell us, Nora, as part of your introduction to the, SSLJA. How did you do it?

Nora: Oh well... it was just after I was rejected from, Ren for the last time...

~~~

Nora: Haa... Fuck... Okay, that's it... if dressing like this doesn't get him, than nothing will... Fuuuuuuuuuuck...

Jaune: So you finally giving up on, Ren, Nora?

Nora: Yeah... I don't blame him... I know how his semblance effects him. But, I just thought that I would be able to find that chink in his armour that could make us a real couple. But, I can't beat the side effects of his damn semblance.

Jaune: I'm sorry, Nora. I know, Ren has told me that he does love you, but probably because of his semblance he'll never be able to love you. Love you in a way that you deserve.

Nora: I know...

Jaune: I know this may not be a good time... But, since you've given up on, Ren does... does that mean you're available...?

Nora: Well... It depends...

Jaune: Depends on what?

Nora: On who's asking I guess?

Jaune: Well... I am... I'm asking.

Nora: Y-You are...?

Jaune: I've always like you... liked-liked you... and, I know I'm stuck in a rather... odd relationship... relationships... but, if you're interested...Would you like go on a date with me?

Nora: ...

Nora: If we date...d-does that mean me, and your... big friend down there can... exchange pleasantries?

Jaune: Nora... if you keep dressing like that.

Jaune: We'll be doing a whole lot more than just exchange pleasantries~!

Nora: Shall we exchange pleasantries now then?

Jaune: ...

Nora: Whoa-hohoho~! Jaune~?!

Jaune: Okay... Since I have you now in my arms... My bed, or yours?

Nora: My bed, if we break it we'll move on to yours.

Jaune: Sounds like a plan~!

~~~

Nora: And, then we booped...

Glynda: Oh so that's why those request forms to replace all the beds in team JNPR came from.

Nora: Hehe... sorry...

Glynda: Don't be~! We've don far far worse ourselves.

Nora: Y-You have...?

Cinder: Yes.

Neo: 🥰

Glynda: Would you like to know more~?

Nora: ...

Nora: Yes.

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@lar-mx here's another one for you. That art screamed, Nora x Jaune as soon as i saw it. It just went other places while I was writing it.

Link to ART

[fieldofdaisiies]

A Bargain pt. 2

paring: Azriel x Reader | type: angst | words: 4,5k | warnings: this story explores a little darker themes like the loss of eyesight due to fire. thank you so much for beta reading @moonlightazriel 💛 here you can find part one (I'm sorry it took me forever to write the second part)

Heart rapidly thrumming against your ribcage, you follow the shadowsinger, listening to every step you take, your fingers not once lifting from the railing. 

Every sound, every scent, settles into you, making you hyper aware of your surroundings. Except for light and darkness there’s nothing your eyes can tell you, so relying on your other senses is what keeps you alive.

"We‘re almost there." Azriel’s low voice sounds in front of you but he seems closer now, no longer and having stopped so you could catch up with him. 

It‘s time now for the  doubts to come creeping into your mind at full force, making your palms grow damp and cold sweat break out on the back of your mind.

You know Gwyn will be here and you are safe, but you haven’t left the library in… you haven’t since you arrived here all those years ago.

Speaking of Gwyn—you feel her presence immediately when the first strays of sunlight fall upon you, warming your skin and making an involuntary smile appear on your lips. It has been so long without feeling sunlight on your skin.

"You came," Gwyn’s voice sounds beside you as her fingers gently take your hand into hers, and she guides you along. "I‘m so glad you did, although a little sour that it took Azriel to convince you and that I wasn’t persuasive enough." She laughs, a playful note in her beautiful voice that makes you join in.

Listening to her and the other priestesses sing has cured many moments where the dark memories threatened to reach the surface.

You allow her to guide you to a place where more people are, your mind tells you that, feeling the presence of at least ten other people. The other priestesses who begin to silently greet you, the warmth and kindness in their voice palpable.

"I‘m Nesta Archeron," the last female voice tells you. "I‘m Gwyn‘s friend and—"

"You won the Bloodrite alongside her. I have heard all the stories about you! It‘s a pleasure to meet you, Nesta Archeron." You are scared the excitement in your voice will scare her off or make her believe that you are strange, and for the first time in a long while you are happy you can’t see her expression. But she takes you by surprise, gently taking your hand into hers, the one Gwyn formerly was holding. 

"And I‘ve heard stories about you, Y/N Y/L/N. It‘s my pleasure to meet you." She is smiling, you can feel it and mirror her expression.

As you let all the sounds, the scents, the noises settle into you, you slowly find your grounding in the now new surroundings. You haven’t been here before, you know this, but somehow it is still part of your home. Both Gwyn and Azriel have explained exactly where you would be going and what it looked like — a training field for the Valkyries and the Illyrians.

A male voice, loud and commanding, shakes you out of your thoughts. It comes from somewhere further away and you remember it. You have heard it somewhere before. It‘s Cassian, the general of the Illyrian armies and Nesta Archeron‘s mate talking. 

He is giving some instructions that all make no sense to you before he claps his hands and people begin to move around you, shuffling into probably every direction. 

You can feel how your throat clogs up, making it hard to breathe and swallow.

Suddenly the doubts come back, making the back of your mouth ache.

Leave! Go back to the Library! a voice loudly says in your mind, making you want to move but your feet are you rooted to the ground. It feels like something is keeping you here, making it impossible for you to lift your feet—like an invisible pull that wants you to stay.

You feel like everyone is rushing around you, away from you, toward you, you don’t know. Your head starts to spin, fingers curling towards your palms in an attempt to steady yourself. It fails until—

A soft brush, featherlight and barely palpable makes the skin of you upper arm tingle. Azriel’s shadows, undoubtedly. 

He is close as well, you feel his presence before you hear his voice. 

"Are you alright?"

"I am!" 

He can sense the lie, you know it. You can feel it. He moves closer, stepping into you and his hand lands on your elbow. "Tell me, do you want to return?"

You want to go back down to the Library, but at the same time you also want to prove to yourself that you are stronger. That you won’t just give up. You can do this, you can face whatever Azriel has planned for you. You are a fighter.

You want to be strong. You can be strong.

"No…no, no I don’t," you splutter, knowing your voice is shaking as much as your knees. "I want to stay and try out what you have planned for me … remember we have a bargain." You lift your arm, the one he is not holding, wiggling it.

"I don’t want you to do something you are not comfortable with just because—"

"What’s my first task?" You swallow your worries, your doubts, the fear, amd now step even closer. There is really no distance between the two of you but the closer you are, the easier it is for you to read people. Your palm lands flat on his chest, feeling the fabric of his Illyrian leathers and the solid muscles beneath.

"You are here, Azriel, and so is Gwyn. You promised to keep me safe and so did Gwyn. I know I‘m protected and nothing will happen to me." You know and really want to believe it, but it is hard, and not yet completely possible. But that's alright, as long as Azriel believes you that you are alright. 

Additionally, you know a bit of nervousness is always healthy, without it you would do the most reckless things without a second thought.

At first you start with some grounding exercises—Gwyn helps you with them, while the Illyrians train with the other priestesses, but you can always feel a certain shadowsinger’s presence close to you. Taking off your shoes, you can feel the soft grass beneath your feet when you start on some grounding exercises. You‘re mostly doing these exercises for balanace in the first days of training and they really help — in all honesty, you start to like doing them more and more; your self-confidence grows.

You have been so afraid, so terrified of going outside, but slowly the tension starts to ease and you realise that your life has so much to offer that you would have missed had you stayed in the Library forever. 

You are very grateful for Azriel, and Gwyn. Without them you would have never gone this step. 

Especially without Azriel, and the bargain you made. 

Absently, your hand reaches for your upper arm, traces over the place where you think the tattoo is. Azriel’s fingers on your skin still linger phantom touch, and tell you where your bargain tattoo is. 

A smile appears on your lips as you allow yourself to enjoy the moment, until—

"I think we should go a step further today." Azriel‘s ever so gently takes yours into his, holding on lightly. "Of course, only if you want to."

"What does it include?" you find yourself asking, tipping your head back slightly so the sun can warm your skin again.

You may not be able to see anymore, but you can still feel everything and you will take pleasure in it.

"I want you to try out something, show you how good your balance already is. I want you to try and walk over a beam."

A beam!

"How far up is it?" The question immediately bursts from you.

You hear a small laugh from him before he answers. "Not that high and I‘ll always be by your side. Just like my shadows."

Drawing in a deep inhale and letting it fill your lungs, you decide to trust him. He won’t  let you fall, or get hurt. You know this.

"I won’t let you fall, Y/N.“ He squeezes your hand. "I would never let you fall.“

You want to trust him, you really do, but for a moment your doubts gain the upper hand. It is a huge step, and you need a moment to consider it. 

Inhaling deeply, you listen into yourself. Into your heart, the soft thrumming of it telling you that you don’t need to be afraid. Azriel is here for you, he will make sure you are alright no matter what.

So, you allow him to guide you over to where the beam is, a soft wind caresses your face as Azriel helps you climb up a few steps.

The wood is smooth beneath your bare feat, cool, when you take your first step onto it, not once letting go off Azriel’s hand. 

"Are you ready?“ the shadow singer asks beside you and you dip your chin, your jaw set so tightly you’re unable to answer. 

With another deep inhale, you once again steady your breathing, but the faint creak of the wood beneath your foot sends a jolt of unease through you.

Another cool breeze brushes your face, and then you take a step forward, now both your feet resting on the beam, one after the other.

Another step forward. Another brush of the cool breeze against your face. Your breath catches as you suddenly see a bright light in your vision and you’re taking right back to the fateful day. 

Fire. Nothing but unbearable heat and blinding light, like icy spikes piercing your skin. The brightness was overwhelming until everything went dark. Blank. Plain. No colour. No shape. No figure. Only darkness. And deafening silence.

Your steps waver, too slow, too uncertain, and your body starts to tremble. You loose your footing, slip, your weight tilts and your balance is lost. 

Panic spikes when you start to feel how you are falling and— 

Strong hands catch you. Your body is pressed against a solid chest as quick breaths escape your lips, your demeanour shattering, laying the panic within you bare.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry, you’re safe,” Azriel says against the top of your head, his voice steady and low, but you can barely hear it over the buzzing in your ears. 

Your breath hitches and you bury your face in his shirt, hoping that listening to the soft thrumming of his heart will calm your own. 

But it doesn’t help. The memories are back, the fear you felt when you stood atop the beam brought back memories you never wanted to revisit. Hot tears spring to your eyes and sobs rip itself free, leaving your trembling lips. 

“Azriel, I’m sorry,“ you whisper and pull away. “I can’t. I can’t do this.”

Frustration coils within your stomach, and you step back lifting your hands to cover your face.

He reaches for you, however, tugging your hands away from your face and pulling you into him again. And you let him to it, let him embrace you in his warm, tight hold. 

“Don’t apologise. Never.“ You can feel him rest his cheek against the top of your head. “It was my fault. It was too soon, we should have given it more time.“

You don’t want him to blame himself or feel bad about the moment. You don’t even want to cry, it feels silly and excessive, but you can’t stop it. There’re so many unresolved emotions within you that you kept hidden and locked away for so long, sometimes it is hard to just stop them from rising to the surface and shattering through the shell.  

As your tears start to become less, and then sobs grow quieter, you can hear footsteps coming closer. 

A soft palm lands on your lower back and then in a calm voice, Gwyn says, “You’re allowed to be scared.“

You pull away from Azriel, so you can turn to her.

“You’re allowed to be scared, but today you must also be proud. About everything you’ve done, you’ve achieved in such a short time. I’ve fallen of the beam so many times even though I still have my eye-sight. You walked almost half of it without using your eyes. Y/N, when you go to bed tonight, I want you to be proud of yourself for what you have managed to do today. Don’t let the fear win the upper hand. Never!“

>>>>>>>

"You shouldn’t think about what happened today," Azriel’s deep voice sounds over the great expanse of the rooftop training area. It brushes your goosebumps-covered skin and you turn to him.

You‘ve heard him approach a while ago, his footsteps something you remembered very soon.

"I meant what I said, you shouldn’t be proud of yourself and look forward to doing better next time."

He is close then, so close you can feel the warmth of his body. 

"My step-brothers poured oil over my hands and set them on fire. I have never felt greater physical pain than that day. I grew in an abusive household with a step-mother who would delight in locking me into the basement for hours, sometimes days. 

"I remember often thinking that my life would end right there and then, that I didn’t have an ounce of happiness within me and that I would never be able to live a normal life."

He swallows roughly and the first tears fall from your eyes as his words, his revelation, sinks into you.

"And then I met Cass and Rhys. They showed me how good life can be, what love is and … that no matter what I should never give up. They showed me what I am capable of, the things I could do. They showed me my strength and I learned to understand it. I wanted to be strong, never weak again, never vulnerable again. I was strong and I was ready to prove it to everyone, especially myself."

Without a further thought, you reach for his hand, taking it gently into yours and squeezing softly. "Azriel…" 

The words die down in your throat. After everything he has revealed, you find it hard to answer him.

Gods, the things he has experienced… 

Your heart is crying for him too, loud and unyielding and a shiver courses through you—not from the cold of the evening wind, but because you can feel his pain.

"I don’t ever want to be weak again either," you whisper after a moment of silence, and close your burning eyes.

"What happened? What happened that day?" Azriel‘s voice is hoarse, as if he struggles to speak too.

"I was an apprentice at a locksmith near Sangravah. When the Hybern soldiers came they destroyed everything in their way." You need a moment to breathe as slowly the memories return—one after the other, and each more painful. 

"I don’t exactly remember what happened, but one male came close to me, turned to the fire I had just lit, put a torch in it and set the whole place on fire. I wanted to run, but couldn’t escape fast enough. The windows burst and the glass splinterd …"

You know he can imagine the rest.

"I‘m so sorry." His hand trembles on yours and you can hear the tears in his voice. 

"I was just lying there, everything hurt. I was at my lowest point until Morrigan found me."

You can hear him swallow, roughly, before clearing his throat.

"Do you trust me when I tell you that after our bargain is completed you will no longer feel weak."

"I trust you." And you really do. It‘s no lie. You trust him and you know yourself that the training, all the exercises you do for balance and to sharpen your focus, are beneficial for you and your wellbeing.

You blow out a long breath, tipping your head back, your eyes facing the sky above you, and despite not being able to see you know it is covered in a million stars.

"Speaking of the bargain," you begin and a sheepish smile forms on your lips. "You haven‘t completed your task yet."

"You really want me to sing for you?" He chuckles softly.

"It‘s part of the bargain, and you know what happens when you don’t fulfill your part." The smile turns into a grin.

"Well, so shall be it." Azriel tugs at your hand and together you sit down on the ground, so close your shoulder is resting against his. 

Do you think I'd give upThat this might've shook the love from meOr that I was on the brink?How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?Now that it's doneThere's not one thing that I would changeMy life was a storm, since I was bornHow could I fear any hurricane?If someone asked me at the endI'll tell them put me back in itDarling, I would do it again, ah, ahIf I could hold you for a minuteDarling, I'd go through it again, ah, ahI would still be surprised I could find you, darlingIn any lifeIf I could hold you for a minuteDarling, I would do it again, ah, ah(Francesca by Hozier)

For a moment you don’t know how to react, eyes wet with tears. His voice is more beautiful than you could have ever imagined and it touched your heart and soul. A shiver runs through you, not from fear or cold, but from the beauty of his voice and the words he sang to you. 

You swallow, and draw in a deep breath. Your fingers tremble and then you say, “Thank you.” You don’t really know what exactly you are thanking him for – him singing to you, the training, getting you out of the Library. Probably all of it, and your heart begins to glow. You know you are falling in love. Falling in love with the shadowsinger and it’s a beautiful feeling.

"Can I … I would like to touch you." Your eyes are still wet with unshed tears from how beautifully he sang.

A soft cough slips through Azriel’s lips.

"Your face. I would like to trace your features to create a picture of you in my mind," you immediately clarify when the innuendo in your request screams loudly at you in your mind.

He doesn’t answer, not in words, at least. His hand closer over yours before he brings it to his face. You feel the stubble on his chin beneath your palm, and then start to explore. Gently, you trace his eyebrows, his jawline, his nose and lastly, his lips.

He is beautiful, you know it without actually seeing him. Stunning, most definitely.

A sigh that has him parting his lips, fetches you back and you realise your thumb is still resting on his lower lip, no longer moving.

"Thank you." You pull your hand back, and heat flushes your cheeks. "I like you, Azriel."

There‘s a pause and Azriel doesn’t answer. It doesn’t unsettle you, you don’t expect him to say it back, you just wanted him to know. 

"I like you too, Y/N," he finally admits. Once again you can hear the smile in his voice. And the honesty. And you can feel how his hand reaches for yours again, gently taking it into his much bigger one, lacing your fingers. 

“What a coincidence,” you snicker, leaning into him. "And I like this." A small pause. "Being here with you on this quiet night."

Now, Azriel is the one to lean in, you can feel the press of his body against you and then he leans his head against yours. 

"I like this a lot too," he whispers and his voice sounds a little sleepy.

"Maybe we could do this more often?" Hope laces your voice as you pose your question.

With a small laugh he agrees and you know that you have never heard him so joyful before.

>>>>>>>>>

“Let’s do it differently this time.“ 

Azriel is standing so close, his chest almost touching yours and even though you have hugged him the day before, this feels different now. More intimate. Yesterday his arms offered comfort as you cried, today … it feels different.

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs. “Feel the way the wood feels beneath your fingertips. Listen to it, feel it, imagine it.”

You let your fingertips brush over the wood until you feel a much bigger hand wrap around your, its calluses scraping against your skin. Azriel is guiding your hand over the beam, slow and deliberate. 

“Think about how you feel, think about how it will feel beneath your feet, imagine yourself walking over it. Be in the moment and forget about everything else, about your fear.“

Easier said than done, you want to say, but you allow yourself to trust him, to follow his lead and let his words settle into you. 

Your fingers curl around the edge of the beam as your imagination sharpens. You have done a lot more grounding and balancing exercises in the days between your almost-fall and today. The confidence hasn’t returned fully, but partly and so you find yourself standing right next to the beam once more, ready to face it again. Soon. Not yet.

“You don’t have to see it. You just have to feel it,“ he whispers and he is so close you can feel his breath against your ear. “Be in the moment and feel it, every step. And when you’re ready, we’ll try again.“

You do as he tells you, almost as if becoming one with the beam. Underneath your palm you feel the faint humming of the wood, and become hyper aware of ever little splinter, every hole and every fibre.

Your breath evens out, your mind sharp and focused, the task ahead a clear vision within your brain and a sense of willingness fills you.

You want to do it. You want to manage walking this beam. Not for anyone but only for yourself. You want to prove it to yourself that you are ready, that you can do it.

And so, in a voice full of confidence, you say, "I‘m ready to try again."

A proud hum sounds from Azriel, his hand slipping away from yours so he can give you space to turn. He once again helps you climb the few steps, and so you find yourself in a similar position again as a few days ago. But this time you won’t let your fear win.

Your breathing steadies as you place one foot in front of the other and take a small break, balancing yourself in the moment, feeling the wood beneath your bare foot, becoming one with the obstacle ahead of you.

"I know you can do it," Azriel says from beside you, his presence as grounding as ever. "Don’t let your fear win. Never let it take the upper hand."

Determination takes root in your chest, and you step forward, each movement deliberate, strong and still careful.

"Use your senses,“ Azriel says. "You may not be able to see, but you can always rely on your hearing. On what you feel."

Your focus narrows, sharpening as you start to move with the beam — it sways and you sway with it. 

"That’s it!" Gwyn cheers from the other side of it. "Move with it! Find your rhythm."

And you do as told. One step after the other, always in balance, every movement in sync with your breaths. Your puls starts to hum —not with fear, but with confidence— as you walk, forward and forward until you stop. 

You stop and give yourself a short break to arrive in the moment. To grasp what is happening. You’re truly doing this and a smile blooms on your lips.

"Don’t overthink,“ you can hear Azriel say beside you and you give your head a small, barely there shake.

"I don’t,“ you hum. "I’m just enjoying the moment. I can do it!“

If he answers something, you don’t know because you start to walk again, driven by confidence and a fire within your soul that you thought has long died down.

You know it’s only a few more steps, you know it without Azriel having to tell you. You can feel it, you can see it in your mind. Every last step you take is measured, your muscles remembering every movement you practiced even though the beam starts to wobble. 

You won’t stop, you won’t give up and you won’t fall this time. You can feel a small shift, knowing that now you’re almost at the end the beam will start to sway even more. But you’re not afraid. You breathe through it, and keep going.

Until!

Strong arms catch you before you can take the next step, lifting you off the wood and onto the ground, a heartfelt laugh embracing you like a warm coat. "You did it, Y/N! You fucking did it!“

"I did,“ you breathe, and it sounds almost a little like a question. Like you can’t quite believe it. But then joy fills you, every fibre of your being and a smile breaks out on your face. "I did it!“

He takes your hands into his, squeezing them lightly and you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "Yes, you did it“. 

There’s also pride in the shadowsinger’s voice and it does something to your heart. 

Bliss spreads throughout your entire body, raw and overwhelming, and before you can stop yourself, you rise onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek—or at least, to where you hope his cheek is. 

He stiffens immediately, you can feel it, his demeanour shifting. 

Azriel’s shadows start to swirl frantically around the two of you as heat flushes your skin.

“I—uh…” His voice falters, and Azriel clears his throat.

If you didn’t know better, you would say you could hear Gwyn snickering in the background. 

The smile on your face turns into a big grin, you just can’t help it. "Thank you, Azriel!“ You take a step closer to him again. "Thank you for helping me and showing me what I am capable of!“

"You don’t need to thank me. This was all your doing! I took no part in what you managed today!“

"But you did, Shadowsinger!“ you insist, closing the distance between you and pressing your palms flat against his chest. "You showed me how to find confidence in myself, you gave me strength and you … sang for me. So let me thank you! Let me show you my gratitude.“

"I sang for you because I wanted to, Y/N. And I helped you because I knew that there was so much you could do and that you have the strength to do something great,“ he hums and it sounds joyful. "But if you insist, will you allow me to take you out for dinner?”

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What are your top fanfic recs for 2024?

aha!! I am late answering this as usual but I went through all of my bookmarks made in 2024 to pick out my favs and I saved the links in an email draft and then when I went to make this post it was poofed gone so then I abandoned the idea but am back, recollecting links here and half rereading them as I go lol.

So these are some of my particular fav fics read and bookmarked in 2024, not necessarily that were published in 2024. (Though I think most of them were)

Also I don’t know if most of these authors have Tumblrs or what their handles are if they do, so if you recognize one and know it please tag them! Or let me know and I’ll edit in the tag.

So:

Ground Control to Jason Todd by TheThoughtsThief [22,520 words]

Jason died at fifteen years old. He recalled a light, searing and white against the expance of a black sky and the nothingness of space. He recalled a star, speaking to him with a morose calm. Then, finally, he remembered the universe giving him a second chance at life. A few years down the line, he goes chasing after myths to figure out why.

Or, a Dick and Jason space road trip au featuring Japanese death poems, Shakespearean tragedies, and Abba's greatest hits.

My first bookmark of 2024! This fic is super unique. I’m not usually big on AUs but road trips are my jam so I gave this one a shot and the ~vibes~ are impeccable. It’s soft and flowy and the recurring poetry and the relationship between Dick and Jason and the willowy liminal space experiences… so good.

Hope is the Thing with Feathers by TheSilencer [13,106 words]

"Oh." Nightwing said. "It's your first time."

"My what?" Jason said.

"It's like 'The Time Traveler's Wife.' Except I'm not your wife. Not that I'd be a bad wife, but not for you. That'd be gross - Wait, is that movie even out, yet?" Nightwing rambled, and Jason stood up on wobbly legs. "Shoot. I guess it doesn't matter. Not relevant -"

Or Jason Todd is a time traveler, and Dick Grayson is always his destination. 

A story about brothers doing their best.

Basically what it says in the description. Jason randomly moves through time throughout his life, always landing where Dick Grayson is. sometimes Jason needs Dick, and sometimes Dick needs Jason, and neither of them ever really has the full picture of what’s going on. But they do their best for each other<3 they’re brothers your honor 😭😭

Still hurts underneath my scars by valkyriered [2,928 words]

“Stop.” The man in the purple suit says, and Jason freezes.

“Stay there.” He says. “Don’t move.”

Jason tries to lurch forward, has some half-prepared snark about being told what to do, and he finds that he can’t. He can’t even move his arms. His eyes dart around the empty warehouse. Fuck. “Who are you?” Jason demands. “What is this?”

The man doesn’t even look over at him. “Stop talking.” 

I’ll warn, this fic says “no archive warnings apply” but there is heavy implication of previous sexual assault. No direct references but it’s definitely there.

The use of Killgrave in this is stellar, I still find him one of the most terrifying villains I’ve ever watched or read about in anything I’ve seen. The moment is small and doesn’t even seem that bad on the surface but the writing puts you in Jason’s head and you can feel how frightening it would be, and how scared Jason really, really is. Has made me think about using Killgrave in a fic sometimes cause it truly has some juicy potential.

There is comfort, and Selina is great in this, but it is from Jason’s POV and he is still pretty Not OkayTM when it ends, so just, you know, be careful with yourselves. It’s very well written and Jason is well taken care of by his loved ones in the end but it’s a hurty one.

Displacement by @imbecamiel [21,244 words]

“He’s dead,” Tim said, blankly.

“Look at me.” Jason ducked his head to catch Tim’s eyes. “Hey, look at me. You didn’t kill him. You just shot him. No big deal, right? You’ve injured lots of people. Just part of the job. Doesn’t matter it was with a gun this time. Doesn’t change anything. I’m the one who killed him. You’re fine.”

Loooove this fic. Tim accidentally fatally shoots someone in self defense. Jason is there, sees Tim panicking, and finishes the job himself so he can take the blame.

The relationships in this fic are so good, and the CHARACTERS are just SO GOOD. I started to say a lot more but then I just started summarizing the whole thing and spoiling it. Just know that Jason and Tim’s interactions in this are great, and Bruce and Jason have SUCH a good and satisfying end to their arch in this, which is so important to me and can be hard to find.

A Sad Song With Nothing To Say by WakingNightmares [14,805 words]

It starts with the Make A Wish foundation, and ends with a funeral.

Which, Bruce supposes, is unfortunately how things involving the Make A Wish foundation usually work. But what happens in-between catches him completely off-guard.

Ok, know first that this fic isn’t really my usual fair because it’s heavy on the hurt and light on the comfort. Be prepared if you decide to read this one.

A young gotham boy dying of cancer uses his Make A Wish Foundation wish to meet The Red Hood, more as a joke than anything, not expecting it to actually happen. The boy has no one else, he’s dying alone and in pain, and Jason can’t do anything about the pain but he can keep him from being alone. So he stays with the kid, whenever he can, and soon the other bats start helping, so he’s not by himself. But Jason grows attached, and Bruce knows, they all know that it is not going to end well. That the devastation this is going to wreak on Jason will be no small thing. But no one really has the heart to do anything but help.

Like I said this fic is damn well agonizing but it hit me in such a cathartic way. Because it’s devastating. The story is so painful, but everyone is helping. Everyone is there. There is so much love in this fic and as much comfort as can be offered even if it is not nearly enough. And when it ends—Bruce is there.

Open Line by @lurkinglurkerwholurks [2,140 words]

Dick pinched the phone between his ear and shoulder as he pulled the crate down from the top shelf. The line rang twice before connecting.

“Hey, you busy?” Dick stepped down from the stool and carried the crate to the table, popping the top and flipping it off to the side to reach inside.

“Everything okay?” Bruce asked. His voice sounded close, like he was in a small space.

Dick is dealing with some unexpected grief and Bruce is a good dad. That’s all you need sometimes, you know?

Eat Your Heart Out by Lishalalalala [35,527 words]

What people don’t expect of Bruce Wayne is his ability to love in such a detailed way. What people absolutely expect of Jason Todd is his ability to show up at the worst place, at the worst time, every damn time. But not all late-night calls from the hospital are bad, not all galas are bad, and not all of Bruce's culinary attempts are bad. Featuring food; Jason's self-esteem issues, his complicated relationship with food; and the different ways confidence can be filled. Also featuring one Bruce Wayne trying his best.

(Endeavoring to grow up shouldn’t have been this hard considering it’s the second round for him. )

A story of Bruce and Jason revolving around each other, pinging off in different directions when things don’t go well. Of love shown through food. Of Jason’s skittish and slow acceptance of that love.

Each chapter is its own scene, little time skips between, building on each other to craft a very soft picture. This fic makes me ache in such a way. It’s poetic, it manages to make sweet, nostalgic moments stab you in the heart. Very recently completed, and I still need to leave a comment on the final chapter, whoops.

Also gives a well thought out and reasonable explanation for Bruce’s poor cooking skills lol.

Thats all from 2024, but im gonna cheat and also add one from this month cause I read it yesterday and have been gushing about it since and there’s so little Steph and Bruce fic out in the world, it needs more love.

If they could only remember/which one is you and which one/the source of all fire by @luvo27 [9,086 words]

When she’s not with him on patrol, he knows she’s often patrolling on her own. When she’s not patrolling on her own, he knows she’s wandering around Gotham. She doesn’t spend a lot of time at home, not even after her father died. She seems, Bruce thinks, like she’s lonely. He clears his throat. Stephanie looks up from her phone. Bruce can read the screen upside down, she’s still looking up solar eclipses. An idea starts to form in his mind. He starts to ask, “Do you…would you—the path of totality crosses over Vermont. Or the state of New York.” “Yeah,” Stephanie turns her phone to face him. “I was looking at the maps.” “That’s a little over seven hours away by car,” Bruce says.

Or: Stephanie and Bruce take a road trip to see the solar eclipse, featuring: Stephanie Brown and her Stephanie Brown-ness, Bruce Wayne and his Bruce-ness, and grief.

Bruce’s POV throughout. Stephanie is Robin, Jason is dead, and Bruce can see so much of Jason in Stephanie that he can barely look at her. But even in his grief he can’t stop caring, can’t stop wanting to help her. Can’t stop being terrified that she will meet the same end that Jason did.

Bruce is messy and he’s not doing amazing but he’s trying very hard. Stephanie is also messy and not doing amazing, but she is trying very hard. Has a soft ending but deals pretty heavily with grief, so be aware.

Hope you enjoy these!!

[mr-yuugo]

Fallen Soul

-Record Of Ragnarok × Fem!Reader-

Summary: You are a god who is recruited to fight for Mankind. A god whose soul had fallen to earth, a human version of themselves was born. Will you be able to help save humanity?

You can read this on Wattpad and AO3! There is currently 17 chapters!

[CHAPTER 1] Contender

Faint footsteps could be heard as you lifted your head. "Lady Y/N, there is someone here who wishes to speak with you," Virgo said as they bowed down. Their short pink hair covered their face as their right hand was placed on their chest.

You hummed in acknowledgment. "Let them in," You spoke as you rested your chin in the palm of your hand. Virgo was quick to stand up straight. Going to the doors of your throne room to open them. Opening them, Virgo moved to the side to let the person walk in. You smiled as you recognized that it was the Valkyrie from earlier.

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"Well, then. Everyone, it's been 1000 years since the last time we gathered. Let us start the conference shall we?" Zeus said.

"Now, let me ask. In regard to the survival of mankind for the next 1,000 years. Should we forgive them? Or should we just put an end to them?" Zeus asked and two signs appeared beside him. One is a circle and another being an X symbol.

Besides where you sat, you heard someone speak. "Yep! Heeeere!" Shiva, who was sitting next to you was smiling. He was holding up two of the X signs.

"Let's just give them the doomsday already, Alright? From what I've seen these past 1,000 years, mankind doesn't seem to have any intent to repent at all. Trying to guide them is such a pain in the ass." Having said that, he looked over at you and smirked. "Once we erase them all, let's try evolving some other animal!"

Just a few feet away you saw Aphrodite nod her head. "True..." Aphrodite muttered. "It's just as Shiva-sama said, in the last 1000 years the earth has become too ugly." You were certain you could hear the inner disgust in her voice.

"Seas are filled with waste and oil, forests are disappearing and living beings have become extinct one after another. So to speak...Humans are the most dangerous living cancer on earth. A disaster that will bring the earth to its end. Isn't that right?"

At her words, multiple of the other gods present had begun to agree with her. "Aphrodite is right!"

"Mankind is awful and will bring only despair." As even more gods began to speak their minds, Shiva turned to you and spoke. "Tell me, Y/N, you also think we should end them right?" He lazily smiled.

Looking at him, you smiled. Putting a finger up to your lips as if you were shushing him, you chuckled dryly. "Just wait Shiva, I'm sure the humans will not be ones to give up without a fight."

Zeus cleared his throat, gaining the attention of those around him. "I guess we have come to an agreement!" Zeus said, raising his gavel. "Then, the end of mankind is decided-!" Just before he slammed his gavel down, someone interrupted him.

"Please wait for a second!" Near the higher seats, you spotted a Valkyrie standing boldly and another who seemed scared.

"Huh?" Zeus mumbled. "A Valkyrie...? That's a Valkyrie right?" Someone asked. "What's up with her?" Another questioned as murmurs began to rise. "Parden my intrusion Gods, there is one thing I must say." The Valkyrie spoke loudly.

"Sister! Y-you can't s-speak to the Gods like that!" The smaller girl beside her said while trembling as she hurried to shush her sister.

"Mind your business, Brunhilde!" The crows that sit on Odin's shoulders yelled at her. "You imbecile half God! How dare you open your filthy mouth in the conference of the Gods!"

Brunhilde didn't seem fazed by their words. "It is true that mankind is unbelievably vulgar and violent. But to destroy them like that...Isn't that a bit...boring?" She shrugged. "Whether the survival of mankind has any value or not. With the mighty mercy of the Gods, why don't we test them?"

"Test them?! How, do you wish to flood them?!" Huginn asked Brunhilde as he continued to yell. "Or do you think we should send them into an ice age?"

Brundilde turned her head left to right in disagreement. "No, but I have the most effective way to test them.""Oh?" Zeus hummed. "What is it!? Say it now you imbecile!" Huggin yelled as he grew impatient. "Say it now!"

"Gods vs. Mankind's final struggle, Ragnarok!" Brunhilde spoke loudly as she held a book in her hands. "Valhalla constitution, article 62." She said while flipping through a book. "It is explained in paragraph 15 of the super special clause. 1 vs. 1 showdown, between both Gods and Mankind."

"It seems you Valkyrie really don't understand! Mankind vs. Gods? They simply don't stand a chance against us!" Huginn said. "They simply stand no chance!" Both crows yelled out in unison.

At the crow's words, the other gods present began to agree with them. "That's right!" They all yelled out. "It would be child's play!"The gods roared. "I don't even remember such a law."

Brundilde looked displeased, "So the will of the Gods is to destroy mankind and also....to avoid complete conflict?" Brunhilde said, mockery laced in her words. "Heh?!" Huginn glared.

"We want to destroy mankind without fighting them. We don't want to be put in the same ring as them. That's I'll I'm hearing, hmm don't tell me....." She stopped for a second. "You're chickening out?" Her voice echoed. "If so, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting you. Please forgive me. Well anyway go ahead don't listen to me. Let's just forget all about the Ragnarok stuff."

Soon laughter could be heard from all directions, but after that laughter, anger was clearly present. "How dare you!" The Gods yelled out in anger, throwing poisonous words at her. "Do you know what you just did you damn half-breed!"

"Are you making fun of us you bastard!!?"You simply stared at the girl with amazement in your eyes. "How bold!" You gushed as you smiled in her direction.

"Hohoho..." Zeus chuckled. "Ragnarok, quite an interesting proposal. Well said! Though, your proposal it's such a fucking unit! Besides don't you think it's been a long time since we have seen the might of the Gods!!"

"Everyone! What do you think? Should we hold a showdown between God and Mankind!?" He laughed. "Here!" Saying that he slammed his gavel down.

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"Lady Y/N, thank you for allowing me to speak with you." Brunhilde bowed down in front of you. Motioning over to her to stand up, she soon stood confidently. "It's my pleasure dear, so why are you here?" You chuckled.

Placing a hand near her heart she looked up at you with determination. "I'm here to ask you, will you fight in Ragnarok?" You tilted your head in confusion, a quiet humm leaving your lips. "Hm? But I'm a God, why would you want me to fight against your cause?"

Brunhilde smirked. "You would fight....in your human form. Your soul, fell to earth correct? You were once a human, so according to the rules, you'll be able to participate for mankind. I've seen your skills as a human, I have no doubt you'll win!" Her smirked widened.

"Yes, I suppose that's true..." You mumbled, sighing you continued. "You are a very smart woman Brunhilde! Of course, such a bold request as yours can't be turned down. I accept! I'll be more than happy to battle in Ragnarok."

[CHAPTER 2] Ragnarok Begins!

The first round of Ragnarok had begun. You had decided to stay in your estate and watch the round on your TV. Footsteps could be heard from outside the doors of your room and knocking was heard soon after.

"Come in!" You said loudly. Opening the door you saw Virgo. They quickly rushed up to you and stood beside you. "My lady! The official roster for the candidates who will participate in Ragnarok is out!" They said, handing you an electronic device showing various names.

"It seems that you and young master Ruiru will be participating!" They spoke with enthusiasm. Handing the device back to them you kept watching the TV in front of you.

"It's alright Virgo. I have no need to see it. I would rather be surprised when the contenders come up to fight. I want to see it myself."

Their mouth formed an "o" shape and they looked down in shame. "Ah I see, I apologize then. I'm sorry I spoiled part of it for you..."

Glancing at Virgo you smiled as your eyes met. "No need to apologize, you were only excited to show the news that your very own master was going to show off her skills. I'm very much grateful for that!"

Noticing how their eyes teared up you quickly stood up from your seat. "Uh! D-don't cry! Did I say something weird!?" Freaking out you began to apologize. Virgo sniffled as they stood up straight, their hands behind their back.

"My lady, I'm so happy I'm able to work for you. I promise to do my very best!" Virgo said as they grabbed your hands. You were surprised for a second before smiling at them. "I'm glad," You told them as you gave their hand a firm squeeze.

At that moment you swore some arrow shot through Virgo's heart as their face began to flush. Excusing themselves, Virgo quickly left the room. "Huh-" Looking at the door they left through you just laughed. Sitting back down you continued to watch how Thor had a wonderful smirk on his face as he fought with Lu Bu.

A few minutes passed until you began to process the information Virgo had told you. "Ryubu's name was also on the list. I really do hope we don't end up fighting each other." You sighed. "I wonder how he is, I haven't seen him or Raijin in a very long time. I wish the best for them."

You frowned as you thought about them. "I wonder if they have changed at all..."

......

Focusing on the TV it seemed that the battle had come to an end. "The first battle of Ragnarok, between the God Thor and Lu Bu...has come to a close, with Thor as its victor...! Humanity has taken its first steps into extinction!!" Heimdall announcedStanding up you decided to make your way to the Arena to go see Thor.

"Heaven's door," You called out. A small portal opened up in front of you, passing by it you were immediately at the doors of the arena. Watching a nurse run by you quickly stopped her. "Excuse me but do you know where Thor currently is?"

The nurse looked at you, her eyes quick to widen as she recognized you. "Ah, Lady Y/N! Yes, I do know please follow me I'll lead you to it!" She smiled, her cheeks blushing a faint pink. She quickly walked in the direction of Thor's room. Passing a few halls she stopped at one of the doors.

"Here we are, Lady Y/N! I am very happy to have had the chance to be around you today!" She said as she bowed down to show her respect.

"Oh please you're going to make me blush!" You said as you also bowed down slightly. Standing up straight she told you goodbye as she quickly left in the direction you both came from in a hurry.

Opening the door to his room you saw him sitting on a chair, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him awaiting for the second round to start. Hearing the door open, Thor snapped his eyes over in your direction. "Y/N, have you never learned to knock?" He asked.

"Wow! Ironic you're saying I should knock!" You laughed. You heard him mumble something under his breath. "Excuse me? I don't think I heard you." You asked almost mockingly.

Sighing Thor spoke. "Sorry..." He said looking anywhere but your eyes. It seemed he was still beating himself up about your first meeting.

"That's better! Anyways I'm just here to ask if you're alright."

He hummed as he motioned over to you to get closer with his hands. "Did you really come all this way just to ask me that?"

"Yep!" You said clapping your hands together. "Can't you just use that ability of yours? You could have just seen into the future. You probably already knew the outcome of my match." He said.

You laughed and let out a sigh. "I suppose I could but, I made a promise to myself not to. Knowing what is bound to happen is...no fun!" You admitted as you shrugged. "I haven't seen anything future-related since Brunhilde came to speak with me."

Saying that Thor looked puzzled. "That Valkyrie came to speak with you? Why?" He asked to which you nodded.

"I will be fighting in Ragnarok, for the future of mankind." His eyes widened slightly but quickly regained their cold look.

"Can't say I'm surprised....." Thor muttered. "Y/N, wouldn't that mean you are a traitor to the Gods? What will happen to you if others find out?"

"Well, I guess....I'll just have to kill them before they kill me!" You smirked. "Are you going to try to kill me?" You asked, your eyes lighting up as your smirk widened. He stared at you for a moment before chuckling.

"Why would I kill the only God I have...that is worthy of fighting me." He said as he let out a quiet chuckle. "Though I am confused. If you fighting in Ragnarok, why wasn't your name on the list of contenders?"

"Well...as rules say, it will be a showdown between mankind and god. I simply can't break the rules! I'll be fighting as a human."

"A human?"

"Yes! Once upon a time, Dear old Y/N lost her soul! Her soul fell to earth and found itself within a human child. That child was given a chance to follow their own path, one without assistance from any god." You said as if telling a children's book.

Thor froze as you told him the small story. "When did that happen?" He thought but didn't say anything about it.

"My name given by the love of mankind is Hoshiko Hanae."

"Ah...I see. Hoshiko Hanae, I remember seeing that name on the list of fighters. Though, are you really sure you will win? I fear that you will be far weaker as a human as you are a God." He spoke with genuine concern.

"Just because I will be "weaker" than I am now, does not mean I'll be weaker than my opponent. I trained my ass off from what I remember. I hold no fear of losing, I will win." You smiled. "Oh, and you won't tell anyone about what we just talked about right? I'm kinda hoping everyone finds out when the moment happens."

"Of course, though why did you tell me? You didn't gain anything from it."

"Huh? Well, I don't need to gain anything. I just trust you, talking to you makes me happy. Do I really need a reason?" You said as your smile didn't falter. His mouth opened slightly and having found no words to say he looked down.

A smirk appeared on his face. "Do you maybe want to stay here and watch the next battle?" He asked still staring down. Feeling a presence next to him he looked up and was met by your smile.

"Sure!"

[bones4thecats]

Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.3) ~ RoR/SnV x Child! Reader

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Qin Shi Huang, Jack the Ripper, Sasaki Kojiro, & Child! Reader Name: Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.4) Original Poll Link: Here Other Parts: (PT.1), (PT.2), & (PT.3)

A/N: Okay, this is the final part of this series until the next few rounds of Ragnarok come out! Now, enjoy!!

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👑 This guy never realized a small child watching his fight against the God of the Underworld, Hades

👑 So, when he heard many Gods yelling and the small footsteps of a child's, he spun himself around while Alvitr gasped and said your name

👑 Qin Shi Huang had a small soft spot for children, and whenever he saw one crying, he'd feel so bad for them, no matter their status

👑 But, he was the most sad for you...

👑 You looked completely different from your father, the only real things telling you guys were family was the leaf markings on your face and neck, your elf-like ears, and aura you both carried

👑 He paused and looked at his Valkyrie for some help, in which she just looked at you with pity before motioning her hand to you

👑 Qin sat down next to you as you bawled where your father once stood, asking him why he wanted to fight and why life wasn't being fair

👑 The Gods and Humans gasped as Qin laid your head on his lap, he patted your head as the medical staff came running out to you both

👑 When he awoke, he saw you laying on his chest while reading a small book the staff gave you

👑 He looked at you and pat your head, causing you to hug his good hand and try healing his two missing fingers, to which he said;

" I'm surprised you don't hate my guts because of what happened out there! It's quite amazing how calm you are despite the circumstances, kiddo! In fact, would you like to stay here and watch the next few rounds with me? I don't mind! "

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🩸 Jack admired your father, Heracles, for who he was and the color he radiated, so when he felt another similar, yet smaller form running into the arena with a slight amount of fear, he froze

🩸 Humanity stayed silent as your tiny form ran out of the hallway and towards your crumpling father, crying his name

🩸 The killer and the warrior looked back and saw you, and your father chuckled, commenting on how stubborn you were

" Hey hun, don't worry about your old dad, okay? You'll see me again sometime! " " Don't lie to me, daddy! I can't stand it when you lie! "

🩸 Jack stared at you both witch a hint of sadness in his heart, but, he wondered, why did he feel this way? He never had before since he was a child

🩸 Heracles looked at Jack and alerted him with your name, making him look up from you and into your father's blue eyes, which were slowly turning green and breaking apart

" Take care of them for me, yeah? "

🩸 You looked at Jack when your father turned into nothing and sniffed as he stiffened, why would he entrust his child to someone who killed when alive?

🩸 Humanity erupted in protest, stating you should return to your family, in which you held your hands to your ears and ran to grab Jack's leg in fear, and he had to hold himself back from really making you scared

🩸 Whatever reason Heracles had for giving him guardianship of you must have been important, so, what kind of gentleman would dishonor the wish of a fallen warrior?

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🌸 You watched your father get killed in front of you, you had every right to be upset at that human right now

🌸 Sasaki sat in the medical bay healing from your father's trident hits, and when he heard the distant calls of some of the Gods, he sat up in shock

🌸 Especially when his door burst open with a young child standing there, and when you closed it shut, his eyes widened when he really looked at you

🌸 Your outfit loosely resembled Poseidon's, from the tighter top to the charm around your waist and the cloth that fell down your legs

🌸 He looked at you and at the ground in shame, you must have been very upset with him, he had killed your father, but when you said the words that you said next, his heart jumped

" Do not worry, mortal man, I do not hate you for this. Rather, I dislike my father, he should have not engaged in such a puny battle against Humanity. And, I would like to apologize for his words, he wasn't the most pleasant man in Valhalla. "

🌸 Sasaki was officially shell-shocked

🌸 One would normally hate the one who killed their parent, but the way you just maturely confessed your true motive behind visiting him, it made him chuckle to himself

🌸 You were very daring, definitely taking after your father in that way, and the way you held yourself was very similar, making him looked back on the way your father looked up at where Zeus and Hermes laid

🌸 You must've been up there with your cousin and uncle watching

🌸 Sasaki smiled and offered you a seat by him, along with a drink, in which, after a long while of talking about his battle tactics, you asked him to adopt you, claiming your uncles, besides Hades, weirded you out

🌸 He chuckled at your bold question and nodded, stating;

" I would love to take you in as my own, dear heir of the sea. And while I'm not sure your family will be happy with this development, if you are alright with it, you may call me your father. "

[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 49: This Could Be Home

Summary: Loki runs an errand and considers where he is.

Word Count: 1,571

Author's Notes: Thank you everyone for your patience and encouragement. This hiatus went on so much longer than I intended. The final four chapters have been written, there's still some editing to be done but I'm feeling pretty good about sticking to the post schedule on the masterlist. We're riding this train to the solstice, let's goooo.

Thrown Masterlist Loki Masterlist

Thor released a grunt of frustration as he placed his phone on the table which was currently covered in documents, forms, blueprints, and schedules. "There's a problem at the hall. They need me there immediately." He sighed and swiped his hands down his face. "But I need to get these papers to Brynjar's office. I should have already been on my way." Valkyrie shrugged. "I can bring them." Thor shook his head. "No, I need you at the harbor to receive Arnison's shipment. After that incident with Rutger he said he will only deal with you ." "He's just saying that because he has the hots for me." "I suspected. Nevertheless, I swore you would be there." "I'll take your papers into town." Loki offered as he sipped his tea. Thor and Valkyrie both stopped to stare. "You would do that?" Thor looked a little stunned. Loki scoffed. "This may surprise you but I do know the way." "Yes, but-" Thor paused, glanced at Valkyrie, who shrugged, then he held a folder out to Loki. "It would be a great help." Rather than take the folder, Loki twisted his hand in the air and it vanished in a flash of green light. "Happy to do it." He finished his tea and headed out the door, unaware of the looks being exchanged between Thor and Valkyrie.

It was, by all accounts, a gorgeous day. Warm, certainly, but that was to be expected with Midsummer just around the corner. The sun was bearing down but a stiff breeze lessened its effect. The walk through the streets of New Asgard was pleasant, and he greeted a passer-by here and there. The climate was all the more lovely out on the road, despite the higher-than-usual traffic, likely due to the Midsummer preparations. He appreciated the summer. The world was so very green. Winter made it easy to forget. When your studio came into view, he was pleased to see the door was propped open. There was time enough for a quick diversion, he decided.

You looked up from your wheel and smiled. "Hey." Your brow furrowed and you checked the time. "An early visit." He assured. "I'm running an errand in town." "Oh, well it's nice to see you." You stood and stepped toward him. Loki held up a finger to stop your approach, eyeing the clay covering your hands. "I'm on official business, it's best you keep your muddy hands to yourself." He immediately recognized his mistake by the glint in your eyes. "Darling, I mean it-" You were now approaching urgently, hands-first. "It's important that I appear professional-" Your grin only broadened as you closed in. "This is completely uncalled for-"

The clay on your hands vanished just before they clutched his lapels and pulled him in for a kiss. Despite your insolence, Loki leaned in to savor it. His hands were on your waist by the time you broke away.

"You are a menace." He mumbled with affection. "Takes one to know one." You snipped, then noticed your now-clean hands with disappointment. He simply raised his brows in smug triumph. You huffed and changed the subject. "Are you really on official business?" "I am. Thor would be doing it himself but matters arose that required his attention." "Oh? Will he still make it for dinner?" Loki waved dismissively. "I'm sure it will all be resolved well before then." "And you're not scared of talking to Brynjar, now?" "I was never scared to speak to the man. It's the crushing bureaucracy of his meetings with Thor that I simply... prefer to avoid." You shrugged. "Seemed scared to me." He glared. "Oh, I will teach you fear." His fingers briefly dug into your ribs and you quickly surrendered under a ticklish laugh.

He stayed only a few more minutes, discussing what you were working on today and the plans you had for dinner. You asked him to pick up a couple items while he was in town, which he assured you he was happy to do. He bid you farewell with another quick kiss before stepping out your door and onto the road once more.

In town he stopped on the street to say hello to a vendor from the market. When Mrs. Hansen approached on the sidewalk he quickly excused himself, citing his official business at city hall. Loki felt a slight pang of guilt at the flash of panic in his companion's eyes, but self-preservation came first. At the city hall, Brynjar received him in his usual jolly fashion and the papers were handed off to the appropriate parties.

Brynjar was absolutely bubbling with excitement about the hall and the upcoming festivities. Loki lingered for a while and they spoke at length about the finishing touches being put on the hall itself, followed by what the midsummer ball would entail. Brynjar had questions about etiquette and customs, whether the clothes he planned to wear would be appropriate, what sort of food will be on offer. He was very occupied with making certain that this first Asgardian festival went well in general, and that he in particular did not make a fool of himself or cause any offense. Loki answered all his questions, and found he did not mind doing so. Eventually Brynjar apologized for holding him so long, and ushered him out the door.

Loki made the stops necessary to pick up the items you requested. When he entered the grocery store he briefly reminisced on the first time you had brought him there. The corner of his mouth twitched upward at the memory. Once your needed supplies were secured, Loki was once again on the street and began on his way. That memory of your trip to the grocery tugged at him again. At the time he could barely tolerate your presence, and traveling to the human town was absolutely miserable. The town, now, was filled with fond memories rather than tension and shame. Largely due to you, he admitted.

As if taunting his comfort, Loki noticed that up ahead, on the sidewalk, two young women stood at the corner. They were unfamiliar to him. One looked at him with a flash of recognition and moved to draw the attention of the other. Loki felt his chest tighten. In other circumstances, in another time, he might have crossed the street to avoid them. Today, he decided, he would keep to his route. He didn't look at them directly, instead kept his gaze forward and stepped with confidence. Just as he was about to pass, one of them stepped into his path.

"Hi, sorry, I know you're probably busy. Can we get a quick picture?" Loki balked, and quickly glanced over his shoulder, just to be sure his brother hadn't followed him. "A picture?" "Yeah." She held up her phone as explanation. "If you have a second?" "I-... Certainly."

The girl grinned and pulled her friend over. The both of them stood in front of Loki, much closer than he expected, and smiled brightly at the screen held out at arm's length. Once they had the photos they desired, Loki tried his best to recall what Thor did in these situations. Somehow, asking "who's your favorite avenger?" did not seem appropriate. He managed to make polite small talk for a few minutes then excused himself, at which point the girls thanked him and went on their way.

He walked for several minutes in sort of stupor. Had that truly just happened? Had it been what it seemed? Perhaps they were mocking him. He shook his head. No, the interaction had felt genuine.

The trappings of town fell away and he found himself on the open road. The sun was setting, and as he appreciated the landscape he mulled over the unexpected meeting. And it had been very unexpected. When he first came here he never would have expected humans to ever view him favorably. And now he had been here only a little over a year and, by all appearances, he had just encountered fans. The fact that opinions seemed to have shifted so quickly was startling, to say the least. Certainly, by this point in time, he was no longer terribly surprised that he seemed to have turned the opinions of those he worked with closely. The locals had come to know him and he had made himself trustworthy. Nor was he foolish enough to believe that there weren't still those who would banish him from this world, if it were in their power. He had, after all, met several of those sort also. Still, the fact that a pair of strangers seemed to view him in a positive light? It was heartening. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It certainly warranted further thought.

Soon he was strolling along your low stone wall. The familiar shapes of Breidr and Goat stood in the distance. He slowed a moment to brush his fingers against the trunk of your yew tree. It was the marker he had long since come to think of as "halfway home." He stepped onto your porch and stopped to relish the warm glow of your windows. He could hear friendly conversation inside, and the sound of your laughter rose up and drifted to him. Halfway home.

As he turned the knob to step inside a new feeling rose in his chest.

Perhaps he was home.

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A Timeless Melody - part two

Pairing: Gwynriel Rating: Mature Words: 6.8K Tags: friends to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, friends with benefits (not the usual kind... yet), healing, mutual pining, mates, basically idiots in love Chapter warnings: angsty, insecurities, brief mentions of past rape and violence, trauma, but there is a bit of fluff and cheese in there too “I’ve seen the way you look at each other. The way he looks at you.”  “And what way would that be?”  “Like you two can’t decide who is more smitten. Like he can't decide which part of you he’d like to taste first.”  “Emerie! That’s not true.”

Finally managed to write part two to my little silly Gwynriel fic. I'm still nervous to post and share my writing on here, but everyone has been so kind, so thank you! If you like it please don't hesitate to reach out, drop a little comment and share your thoughts. Thank you!

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Gwyneth Berdara was a lot of things. A sister. A friend. Priestess. Researcher. Valkyrie. Carynthian. People described her as kind, hard-working, funny, caring and determined. If you asked her, though, she was none of those things. Unworthy. Scarred. Broken. Weak. Useless. Those were the words she’d use to describe herself. 

A failure. 

A coward. 

That’s what she was. 

And she was angry. 

Angry at the world and the hand it had dealt her. At the Mother for abandoning her in her time of need. At Hybern and his soldiers. At the general who took everything from her. At Briallyn and the Illyrians. 

Herself. 

For not being able to save her sister. For not fighting harder that cursed night. For not being stronger when the Illyrians kidnapped them and forced them into the Blood Rite. For not finding Nesta and Emerie sooner— failing to help them more. For being too weak to make it up the mountain on her own. 

For being so damned spineless and scared that she couldn’t even muster up the courage to attend her bestfriend’s mating ceremony. 

Add to that, she had made a complete fool out of herself in front of the Shadowsinger. 

And in her own failure to show up to support her chosen sister, she had pulled him away from the festivities as well. Made him feel too bad about leaving her alone and ultimately kept him from celebrating his own brother. 

He’d told her he didn’t mind— of course he did. He’d never admit the truth. He was too kind. Too responsible. Too honorable. Loyal. But she knew. Gwyn knew he had only stayed because he pitied her. Had only linked his pinky to hers because she was so pathetic. 

Which was why regret washed over her as soon as she woke up the next morning, an agonizing sense of guilt wrapping itself around her mind. And despite waking up in an unfamiliar location, with someone else sleeping next to her; Gwyn didn’t have room to panic. Even as a heavy hand rested on her thigh, its warmth burning through the thin fabric of her dress. 

Or maybe any panic was drowned out by the soothing scent of cedar and night chilled mist caressing all of her senses? Because she knew she was safe. 

Instead, she slowly blinked her eyes open, squinting to adjust to the brightness of the room. Even with her sleep-addled brain, last night's memories were already suffocating her. How he had held her as they danced. How his rough hands had felt sliding into hers and steadying her. How her shame had momentarily lifted under the soft depth of his hazel eyes. She’d wanted to drown in them and never surface again. 

And that – that scared her nearly as much as her worst nightmares. 

Azriel was still sleeping soundly next to her and Gwyn was determined to keep it that way. For she was not ready to face him yet. 

“You lock your pinkies together and it’s like an extra strong promise.” 

How utterly childish of her to ask of him. So stupid. This strong, notorious and powerful warrior– surely he had better things to do than make childish promises to her. She should’ve just gone back to bed in the dormitory instead of embarrassing herself further.  

No, no, she could not face him yet. How could she after making such a fool of herself? 

You’re a coward, a small voice taunted her in the back of her mind but Gwyn ignored it. 

Instead, she ran. 

And, by some sort of miracle, she managed to do so without waking him or his shadows. But not before casting one last glance behind her, taking in his sleeping form, and nearly stumbling over her own two feet at the sight. 

No one in their right mind could deny that Azriel was a beautiful male. Gwyn was not blind and ever since he had joined their training sessions—ever since she’d seen him again for the first time—she had been wholly enchanted by his beauty. How his muscles gleamed with sweat beneath the sun while demonstrating new exercises, every movement mindful and precise. His form completely flawless. 

No, she was not blind. 

But there was something in that moment that made her heart skip an extra beat. Never before had she seen him look so... so soft. 

His sharp jawline relaxed, gentle puffs falling past his open lips. Not a single wrinkle across his tanned skin. Long dark lashes resting delicately against his cheeks. 

He looked young. Comfortable. 

Cute. 

It wasn’t a word she’d ever used to describe him before. But seeing him in his sleep... Yeah, the famously intimidating shadowsinger of The Night Court looked cute. 

If she wasn’t so embarrassed she would’ve stayed and teased him about it. 

Azriel would never admit it outloud, but Gwyn knew he rarely slept. That he, similar to herself, struggled to find peace at night. So there was no way she would risk waking him, not when he was finally getting some rest. 

Especially, not after she had already ruined his night. 

And as Gwyn snuck out of the private library, tiptoeing through the House of Wind, she tried her best to ignore the spark fluttering in her chest. And she tried even harder to not think about how she had slept through the night. No nightmares. How she had woken up and actually felt rested for the first time in weeks. 

She forced herself to ignore the voice telling her the only reason she had slept so soundly was because of the male next to her. 

Then Gwyn spent the rest of the day hiding in the library below the house. Thankfully, there was no training that morning. It had been decided it was best to give everyone the weekend to rest up after the mating ceremony and festivities. 

Not to mention, Nesta and Cassian would both be gone for the next two weeks, perhaps longer. And they hadn’t been able to arrange someone to assist Azriel yet.  

Morrigan had offered to step in, but she was also needed back in Vallahan. Rhysand and Feyre had offered as well, but had other duties keeping them busy. More importantly, they also had a small baby to take care of.

Emerie had been adamant that she and Gwyn were more than capable to step up and help. While that certainly was true for Emerie, Gwyn wasn’t sure she was up to the challenge. 

So no training that morning suited her just fine. It made her feel a little less awful about hiding in the library all day. Because there, she could lose herself in familiar tasks. None which required her to be courageous or forced her to confront any fears. 

As the day went on, Gwyn shelved twice as many books than she would on a normal day. She even volunteered to help the other girls put away their books. Then she read everything Merrill gave her, then she read it again, before finding more books that needed to be shelved. 

When the other priestesses went to bed— Gwyn kept working. 

Working and working and working. 

Fighting against the demons haunting her, against the crushing weight of disappointment. 

And still, she was unable to brush away the sense of shame coating every inch of her skin; the sense of betrayal for not being there for Nesta on her big day. 

She should’ve pushed through it, should’ve been stronger.

But as soon as that beautiful dress had been zipped behind her Gwyn had crumbled. No amount of mind-stilling had helped to calm her irregular breathing. She had blinked and only waves of blood flashed before her. So much blood. Everywhere. 

Later, when Morrigan had arrived to take her down to the River House, Gwyn had just been a shaking mess. There had been no other option than to tell Morrigan to go without her, to tell Nesta she was sorry and to congratulate the couple on her behalf. The blonde female had seemed reluctant to leave her alone, and had suggested bringing Nesta back up to the house so they could talk. 

But Gwyn had used her all too practiced charm and reassured her she’d be fine. There was no way she would let Nesta come to her aid, not on her big day. She refused to ruin the day more than she already had. 

Angry tears formed in Gwyn’s eyes as she remembered the pitying look Morrigan had given her before leaving. She hated it, but  she could not fault the female. Gwyn knew she was the epitome of pathetic. 

And Gwyn also knew it was all in her head. She knew that. 

She knew she would’ve been safe. With all the wards and security and powerful people in attendance— it was safe. Safer than most places. 

Still, the idea of being surrounded by so many new faces... It was too much. It didn’t matter who they were. It still hadn’t stopped the nausea from spreading through her body. From squeezing the air out of her lungs.  

The last time she had left, when she thought she’d been ready... she had been taken against her will. Again. 

And maybe she had not been broken in the same way, had not lost as much as the first time, but it didn’t stop the nightmares.  

Nor did it stop the helplessness from growing larger within her, planting seeds of fear in every corner. It didn’t matter how hard she fought. The world would still find a way to destroy her. Screams continued to haunt every dream, only now, new screams were blending with the old ones. The beasts from the mountain carried old faces as they ripped her apart. Over and over again. 

Gwyn was just tired. 

Tired of the nightmares. 

Tired of being hurt. 

So she did what she did best – she kept working. The smell of parchment wrapping around her like a familiar hug in the quiet library. She shoved another book into place, harder than necessary, until a familiar voice startled her. 

“Ouch, what did that poor book ever do to you?” 

Gwyn quickly turned around and saw Emerie leaning against one of the bookshelves, watching her with wary eyes. 

“Em, hey,” Gwyn breathed out and put a hand over her chest. “You scared me. I didn’t hear you come up.” 

“Clearly,” Emerie said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not surprised, though, seeing how hard you were slamming those books around. Everything okay?”

And there it was, shining in those brown eyes were the same worry and pity Gwyn had seen so many times before. 

“Of course,” she swallowed the bitter taste of her lie, forcing a smile. “What are you doing here?” 

“You missed dinner,” Emerie told her and Gwyn only stared at her blinking, blinking and blinking. Emerie saw the question without her voicing it. “Dinner with the High Lord and Lady...? To discuss the Valkyries and our training while Nesta and Cassian are away.” 

Gwyn’s heart sank. 

Right. That dinner.  

Instead of training they had planned a dinner with Feyre and Rhysand—Azriel, Morrigan and Amren too—to sort it all out over fancy food and good drinks. ‘And to get to know each other better,’ Feyre had suggested with a hopeful smile, wanting to know more about her sister’s friends and learn about the Valkyries. 

“Oh shoot, I forgot,” Gwyn winced as another layer of shame slithered across her skin. Her mouth opened and closed, searching for an acceptable excuse. “I was just... busy. Merrill was... demanding today, as usual,” she gestured vaguely toward the cart of books beside her. “You know how she is.”

“Mhm,” Emerie raised another brow and let silence fill the space between them for a moment, her gaze gradually softening. “You know Nesta isn’t upset, right? She understands. We all do.” Gwyn took a shaky breath as even more silence stretched between them. Emerie took half a step towards her. “Are you okay?” 

“I don’t know how to answer that,” she admitted quietly. 

“That’s alright,” her friend replied gently. “You don’t have to know, but please know that you don’t have to go through it alone either. We are here for you.” 

At that, the tears Gwyn had been holding back all day finally spilled over and she quickly turned around to avoid Emerie’s concerned frown. Using the sleeve of her robe to erase any trace of wetness from her cheeks. 

Emerie, of course, still noticed but thankfully did not say anything else. Instead she just watched as Gwyn turned her attention back to the cart of books that still needed to be shelved. 

Silence filled the space between them again, only broken by the soft scrape of a book against the wooden shelf. 

More silence. 

Another book. 

More silence. 

A book. 

Another book.

Silence.

And then–

“You wanna tell me what’s going on between you and the shadowsinger then?” 

“What?” Gwyn whipped her head around so fast she feared her neck might snap. Eyes wide as she continued, far too quickly, far too defensive. “Nothing! We’re friends.” 

“Oh, please,” Emerie snorted, mischief slowly replacing the concern in her features. “You should’ve seen him looking for you last night— actually you probably did see him after he abruptly left the ceremony. Such a dramatic exit. So... spill.” 

”We’re friends,” she repeated and once again tried to block out the memory of his strong body pressing into hers as they danced. ”He just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” 

Emerie smirked as she noticed Gwyn struggling to stop the heat in her veins from reaching her pale cheeks. “Gwyneth Berdara— my sweet, sweet oblivious friend, I do not believe you. I’ve seen the way you look at each other. The way he looks at you.” 

Gwyn scoffed. “And what way would that be?” 

“Like you two can’t decide who is more smitten,” Emerie grinned. “Like he can't decide which part of you he’d like to taste first.” 

“Emerie!” she gasped and heat suddenly spread like wildfire across her face. “That’s not true.” 

“Sure,” it was Emerie’s turn to scoff now. ”You weren’t the one sitting opposite him at dinner tonight. Watching him stare at the doors like a lost little wolf pup, just waiting for you to walk through.” 

Gwyn opened her mouth to protest again, but no words would come out. 

Emerie gave her another grin, triumph shining brightly in her eyes. ”So, what happened when he found you?” 

”Nothing,” she repeated again and had to lean against the cart to find some semblance of support. ”We just… We just talked.” 

”And is that all you do when you meet him in the training ring every other night? Just talk?” 

”Wait, how do you know about that?” 

”You two are not as sneaky as you would like to think.” 

”We’re just friends,” she said for a third time, letting out a deep sigh. ”Honestly, Em. There’s nothing more to it. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, training is the only thing that helps— Azriel just happens to be there too. You know he likes to train alone.”  

”No, I didn’t know that actually.” Emerie didn’t even try to hide her knowing smirk. ”I don’t pay that much attention to him.” 

Gwyn tried—and failed—to contain her deepening blush. 

”I- well, everyone knows that.” 

”Gwyn,” Emerie said gently, her smirk fading into a soft encouraging smile. ”You are allowed to like him. Hell, at least half of the priestesses have a crush on him.” 

Gwyn found herself tensing at the statement, a small kernel of jealousy growing in her belly. But she was quick to block out the urge to throttle each and everyone of those priestesses the next time she saw them. 

”I don’t like him like that,” she said instead and repeated for a fourth and final time; ”We’re friends.” 

Emerie eyed her carefully for a minute, before accepting that Gwyn had no desire to discuss this subject further. “Alright, you’re friends.” 

And because Gwyn refused to let silence overtake the space again. She instead raised her chin, determined to leave everything behind her. 

“Did you decide anything regarding our training then?” she asked. 

“Mor will join us on Tuesday,” Emerie nodded. “She’s been wanting to join training for some time now, never got to train with the earlier Valkyries. She’s excited.” Gwyn could’ve sworn she saw a slight blush spread across her friend’s cheeks this time. Interesting. “She has to go back to Vallahan in a couple of days though.” 

“Right.” 

“We’ll help Azriel after that. I told them it would be a great opportunity for us to learn how to lead. Rhysand said he’d step in if it became too much, or in case we want to focus more on our own training. If the others are comfortable with him there, of course.” 

Gwyn only nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She doubted she would ever be able to lead anyone. 

“So training is back on track on Tuesday?” 

“It is,” Emerie confirmed. “You can take another day off though, if you-” 

“I’ll be there,” Gwyn interrupted and forced another smile. “It’ll be good.” And it would. Training always helped. Usually. Most of the time at least. 

She only hoped she’d found enough courage to face Azriel again by then. 

“Okay, well, Mor is waiting for me upstairs, to bring me back to Windhaven.” Another blush. “I just wanted to check on you.” 

“I’m alright. Promise. I’ll see you at training.” 

Emerie didn’t bother to call out her obvious lie and simply just crossed the remaining space between them. Gwyn hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed a hug until Emerie’s warm body embraced hers. 

“Make sure you eat something and go get some rest,” Emerie mumbled and squeezed her extra tight. “And remember, there is absolutely nothing wrong with accepting a helping hand. We are all stronger together. You and Nesta taught me that. There is no need to suffer alone.” 

After another hour of shelving books, that small voice within her finally won, closing in on all of her other worries like a thick blanket of shadows.

’ You’re being ridiculous, Berdara. Go to sleep.’

But sleep did not find her. Not at all. And as she stared at the ceiling, counting all the small stains, Emerie’s words finally caught up to her. 

Along with them, everything Azriel had told her last night. Promised her. That he too had claimed that there was nothing wrong with needing a little help. 

And he had looked sincere as he linked his pinky with hers. Hadn’t he? 

There had been nothing but genuine support behind every word, behind every action, from him. Even when she had been rude to him; he had been so understanding. Had wiped away her hot tears and promised to be there for her. Nothing, absolutely nothing, in his lovely features had indicated that he’d thought she was being silly or overreacting. 

Gwyn squeezed her eyes shut, pulling her blankets tighter around herself. Had she overreacted this morning though? Overreacted by hiding all day? Maybe Azriel truly wanted to help? He was kind. Honorable. Loyal. He wouldn’t offer to help if he didn’t mean it. Would he? 

He’d had plenty of opportunities to leave her and go back. Yet, he had stayed. His mere presence had been enough to quiet the raging storm inside her, if only for a little while. 

They danced together under the moon because he had asked her. He had chosen to stay with her, even after she fell asleep on him. 

Catrin would’ve had a terrible tongue-lashing prepared for her if she was there. If she could see how Gwyn was once again running away and hiding. Running from a good and honorable male, who for some reason seemed to genuinely care about her. 

Because Catrin would never hide. She always voiced her wants and needs, and wouldn’t have let her doubts and fears control her life. Yes, her sister had been stubborn and moody most of the time, but she had always known when to ask for help. She had been able to swallow her pride and admit when things got rough. 

But Catrin had always been the smarter twin. Stronger. 

The one who should’ve made it out alive that night. . .

Gwyn lurched out of bed, bile rising in the back of her throat. But as she fell to her knees in front of the toilet, nothing came out. Her body slumped back against the wall, dizzy and weakened. A single tear ran down her cheek and she let it fall until it dropped off her chin and fell on her nightgown. 

‘Whatever you need; I’ll help you.’ Azriel’s deep voice suddenly echoed through her head and she could’ve sworn she felt something brush along her pinky. The one he had held with his own. 

Gwyn moved again, but she did not go back to bed. No, she found herself climbing the stairs to the House proper. Taking each step without a clear plan or direction. Her body moved on its own– an invincible string pulling her along, leading her until she stood outside the large sitting room. 

A lone figure sat by the fire, drinking from a glass filled with a dark amber liquid. She stood silently and just watched, observing the rigid posture and how the magnificent wings were folded tightly behind him. 

Azriel just stared at the fire, seemingly unaware of her presence by the door. One of his shadows peered over at her above his wings, yet he did not move. Gwyn did though, the movement of the shadow pulled her out of her trance and she shook her head slightly. Surprised to find herself standing in the same room as him again. Surprised that her subconscious had led her right back to him.

No, that would be a lie. Some part of her had known exactly what she would find after climbing the stairs. Had known what–who–she was looking for. 

“Hey you,” she spoke into the quiet room and took a step forward on light feet. 

Azriel choked on his drink, spluttering into his glas as he turned around, surprise written across his face. Gwyn had to press her lips together to prevent a small giggle from slipping through. 

“Gwyn,” he breathed out and cleared his throat awkwardly. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” 

“I thought your companions were supposed to warn you against people sneaking up on you,” she nodded to the shadows vibrating around him, as if they were laughing too. 

“They are,” he muttered while casting a quick glare in their direction. “You seem to be an exception.”  

Gwyn didn’t try to hide her laugh then. Not as two of his shadows surged towards her, brushing against her cheek and circling her body, finally greeting her. 

“I’m flattered,” she said and lifted a hand to let a third shadow spinn between her fingers. “I think? Or should I be offended that they don’t see me as a threat?” 

“Oh, they know you’re a threat,” he chuckled softly and raised the glass to his lips again, taking a long drink. Gwyn rolled her eyes, still smiling as she slowly made her way over, sitting down in the chair across from him. 

His familiar scent washed over her immediately and she closed her eyes for a brief second, letting herself bask in the comfort it brought her. Hazel eyes tracked her every movement and she counted one heartbeat. Two. Three. Before his voice finally broke the peaceful crackling of the fire. “You alright?” 

“Sure,” she huffed and sank further down into the chair, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Even without looking at him, Gwyn knew he was frowning. 

“You didn’t come to dinner tonight,” he said quietly. “And you were gone this morning... I’m sorry if I said, or did, something inappropriate and made you–” 

“You didn’t,” She cut him off promptly. “I was just late for work and Merrill was pushing me extra hard today... I just— I forgot about dinner.” She played with the buttons of her nightgown, unable to face him or acknowledge the apology. “You didn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable though. I promise.” 

Azriel nodded and Gwyn knew he did not believe her. Knew that he still thought he had done something wrong and that was why she’d skipped dinner. Something like pain shot through her at the idea that he blamed himself when it was her own cowardice that had made her run.

If only she had been brave, like Catrin, then she would’ve stayed in that library and let herself curl into his warm body like she had wanted to. 

But she wasn’t Catrin. 

She wasn’t brave. 

Wasn’t worth his– 

“Can’t sleep?” Azriel’s deep voice pulled her back to the present, as if he had known where her mind had been heading. 

“No,” she breathed out deeply and finally turned to face him. “You?” 

“Yeah, something like that,” he hummed, his voice low and rough as he glanced down at the drink cradled in his hands. 

Gwyn’s gaze followed his, drawn to his long fingers wrapped around the glass. The beautiful hands she had tried so hard to not think about all day. And those brutal scars… such a stark, jarring contrast to the soft way he’d held her last night. 

She didn’t know what—or who—had inflicted those wounds, but a fierce, unexpected need to avenge stirred deep within her, hot and unyielding. The thought startled her, and she quickly looked away, pressing her palms firmly into her lap as if it would steady the wild pull thrumming in her chest.

“I’m surprised you’re not up there training,” she gestured towards the ceiling and the training ring located above them. 

“Was gonna head up there after I finished this,” he raised his glass again. 

“I didn’t realize alcohol was the secret to a flawless form in the ring,” Gwyn mused. 

“Flawless, huh?” Azriel grinned as his dark brows rose higher. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Berdara.” 

“Watch it, Shadowsinger,” she warned with a small glare, trying her best to hide her blushing cheeks behind her long unbound hair. “Or it’s the last nice thing you’ll ever hear from me.” 

Azriel laughed, a true and genuine laugh, and Gwyn found herself joining him. His laugh deep and warm, reverberating through her like a rich melody she hadn’t realized she needed. 

Her smile lingered, even as her laughter faded, and she couldn’t help herself. “Or maybe I’ll expose you. Tell everyone that the infamous Shadowsinger isn't always broody and actually knows how to laugh. Maybe the High Lord will even throw another party to mark the occasion.” 

“Funny,” Azriel gave her an unimpressed look, though his lips still twitched upwards. “You should be careful. You forget I’m in charge of training right now. I could always throw in some extra laps for you.” 

“You wouldn’t,” Gwyn told him with her chin held high, daring him to challenge her. 

“We’ll see, won’t we?” He smirked, sharp and confident, as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Last I heard, I’m supposed to help you with training. Maybe I’ll make you run some laps.” 

“You could always try,” he replied with a crooked smile, amusement dancing in his hazel eyes, and Gods, it wasn’t fair how charming he could be at times.  

“Oh, just you wait, Shadowsinger.” Gwyn narrowed her eyes in an attempt to seem threatening, though the teasing lilt in her voice betrayed her. “I’ll make you regret giving me extra laps.”

Azriel chuckled softly, tipping his glass toward her in a mock toast. 

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

Gwyn shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips again. It was terrifyingly easy to fall into this rhythm with him, to let the banter carry her worries away. Despite the turmoil inside her. But as she leaned back in her own chair, watching as the firelight flickered across his face, there was something... heavy in his expression. 

Her smile dropped as she looked at him with knitted brows. 

“Are... are you alright?” 

“I’m fine,” he replied with a short nod, though he refused to look at her now, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the fire before them. She didn’t miss the way his knuckles tightened around his glass. “Just a lot on my mind.” 

Gwyn bit her lip, a new knot forming in her stomach as she studied his profile. He’d been there for her last night, had comforted her with nothing more than his cool reassurance and steady hands. Danced with her, creating a bubble of peacefulness around them she wasn’t sure she had ever experienced before. Kept her warm even as the cold night embraced them. 

And she had made him feel like he’d done something wrong. Made him think he’d done something inappropriate. When in reality, he had done everything right. 

She needed to at least try to do the same for him. Needed to try to not be so selfish and useless. He deserved more. Deserved to have the same support and compassion he’d shown her last night. 

He definitely deserved better than her, still, some deep instinctual part of her was screaming at her to at least try. But the words felt heavy on her tongue, like they’d shatter everything between them if she tried to voice them.

She shifted awkwardly in her seat, fingers twisting nervously as she eventually forced herself to speak. “You know,” she began, swallowing against the dryness in her throat, “it goes both ways. You can talk to me too. And if– I mean, if there is something I can do to help you... I'm here for you.” 

Azriel still didn’t look at her, though something seemed to soften in his troubled expression. Gwyn wasn’t sure if she had overstepped as the soft crackling fire filled the silence between them. It seemed silly to think he’d ever want her help then. He had offered the same thing last night and she had spent the whole day hiding. Why would he want to seek help from someone like her? 

“Thank you, Gwyn.” His deep voice settled her racing heart. The overwhelming need to make him smile again took her by surprise and Gwyn realized that she had meant every word she said. Because somewhere between the stupid obstacle courses, the dagger lessons and all the late nights in the training ring – Azriel had become a friend. A real one. Not just someone she admired from afar, but someone she cared for. Someone she trusted. Someone who made her feel... alive again. 

And for whatever reason, Gwyn wanted him to be happy. No, needed him to be. Even if he had only pitied her last night, and hadn't been serious with his promises, Gwyn couldn’t stomach the idea of him suffering on his own. 

The next words slipped out before her overwhelmed mind could catch up to what was happening. 

“Would you like to sleep with me?” 

This made him look at her again. Azriel snapped his wide eyes to meet hers so fast Gwyn barely had time to blink, barely had time to register what she had actually asked him. 

“What?” 

And as realization slowly, painfully slow, washed over her Gwyn felt her whole face turn a deep shade of red. Because– what ? She wasn’t sure what she had meant to ask him, but it surely wasn’t that. 

“Not like that!” She blurted, her face growing impossibly hotter under his confused expression. Her heart beating so hard it was a miracle it didn’t burst out of her chest as she tried to come up with a feasible excuse. “I mean– I just– what I meant– ” she stumbled over every word, her voice rising higher and higher with every attempt to explain herself. 

One of his shadows suddenly curled itself around her wrist, stilling her anxious fidgeting. Its cool touch soothing and reassuring, as if telling her to just take a breath and calm down. To take a moment to find the right words. 

The small gesture grounded her enough to take a long deep breath. And another. Until her heart had stilled enough for her to somewhat gather her thoughts. “Just sleeping,” she clarified quietly, her voice still a bit shaky but sincere. There was no point in denying it anymore. “I slept better than I have in... in a long time last night. I think maybe having someone there helped.” 

Azriel sat impossibly still for what seemed like an eternity, his face unreadable. Still, Gwyn knew he  was weighing each and every one of her words, every implication. And with each passing second, she felt her embarrassment deepening. 

When he finally shook his head, so subtly she almost missed it, it came as no surprise. But it felt like a blow all the same. 

“Gwyn,” he said her name like it pained him. “I can’t- I... I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

She was on her feet before he could finish the sentence, her chest tightening uncomfortably. The shadow around her wrist tugged at her, urging her to stay, but Gwyn was already moving as she spoke. 

“Yeah, no, of course,” she said, nodding stiffly and forcing a laugh that sounded hollow even to her own ears. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have—just forget I said anything. Goodnight, Azriel.”

“Gwyn, stop, I didn’t—”

She didn’t wait for him to finish. She couldn’t.  Not as her spiraling thoughts made her vision blur and each step she took down the stairs threatened to send her tumbling. What had gotten into her? Of course he didn’t want to just sleep with her! What the hell had she been thinking? 

Clearly, she hadn’t been thinking at all. Because if she had, she never would’ve had the guts to ask such a thing. And now, whatever friendship they had was surely ruined. She’d let herself get carried away by his calming presence, the way his soothing scent made her feel safe. Had allowed that strange pull, some irrational part of her subconscious mind, to take control and ruin everything. 

All Gwyn had wanted was to make him feel better, to help him ease whatever was troubling him and kept him from sleeping. Just like he had done for her. 

And she couldn’t even do that. 

Weak. Useless. Broken. Childish. 

The words taunted her as she continued her descent to the library, desperate to reach her room. Once inside she leaned against the wood, squeezed her eyes shut and pressed a trembling hand to her face, willing the tears away. 

How foolish of her to think she could help someone like him. To think her silly jokes and late-night training sessions could mean anything to someone like him. Azriel was everything she pretended to be. 

A warrior. 

The Night Court’s spymaster. 

Shadowsinger. 

Strong. Powerful. Clever. Brave. 

Her knees gave way, and she sank onto her bed, pulling her legs close to her chest, curling in on herself. Azriel already had friends. A family. People he could talk to. He didn’t need her. 

“I’m so stupid,” she grumbled and knocked her forehead against her knees. “So stupid.” 

As minutes passed, maybe hours, exhaustion started creeping down on her. But her thoughts still refused to settle. And sleep—unsurprisingly—still eluded her. No matter how hard she tried to ease her mind, it was impossible to get her body to relax. She let out a loud and frustrated huff. The old sheets chafed, the heavy blankets were suffocating her and nothing about the bed felt right.

Another hour of tossing and turning passed and Gwyn was about to give up on sleep altogether when she felt it– a soft cool touch brushing against her cheek, like a shadowy kiss against her hot skin. 

Her eyes shot up and as one of Azriel’s shadows hovered above her– Gwyn’s racing heart finally stopped. She held her breath as it curled around her wrist, the same way it had done upstairs, and tugged at her until it was pulling her out of bed. “Stop,” she whispered and tried to gently swat it off her arm. “You can’t be here. Go back to him!” 

The shadows' only response was to tug at her harder and Gwyn was surprised at the strength behind it. There was no other choice but to follow as it led her back to the stairs, silently guiding her up to the house for a second time. The stone floor was chilly against her bare feet, but she barely noticed. Not as the shadow guided her past the sitting room she’d fled from earlier and continued up another flight of stairs. 

Until she stood in a part of the house she hadn’t been to before. At the end of the long corridor a dark door was ajar. The shadow on her wrist released her and twirled up and around her before continuing toward the door. It paused briefly, as if to give her a choice, and Gwyn could’ve sworn it was nodding at her; encouraging her to follow. Then it slipped through the small opening and joined the rest of the shadows in the dark room. 

Gwyn’s palms were sweaty as she peeked inside and saw Azriel standing by the large window. He turned at the soft creak of the floorboards, his wings shifting slightly and dark hair falling over his face in tousled waves. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Though relief seemed to wash over him as soon as his eyes found hers, the hazel depths glimmering despite the dark room. 

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing he said and Gwyn watched the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed once, hesitating for a moment before continuing, more quietly. “I’d like to take you up on your offer... if it still stands.” 

“You don’t have to–” 

“I made a promise,” he cut her off and raised his hand, extending his pinky toward her. “To help you. In whatever way you need.” Then, more shyly than she had ever seen him before. “And maybe it’ll help me too... I did sleep pretty well last night too.” 

Gwyn just stared at him, at his outstretched and the pinky hanging between them. A gesture so simple, probably childish to most, and yet...  It meant everything. 

“You don’t have to do this, Azriel,” she said softly while also taking a small step into his room, slowly closing the distance between them. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this just because you offered to help me.” 

“I don’t,” he nodded firmly, leaving no room for doubt. “I meant what I said. Maybe it’ll help me too. Mother knows I need to get some sleep.” 

Relief and something warmer flooded through her as she closed the distance between them fully. The shadows around him seemed to hum with approval as she reached out and curled her pinky around his again. 

“Okay,” she whispered. The warmth of his hand against hers erased every inch of doubt she’d  tormented herself with, instantly steadying the whirlwind of emotions inside her. A warmth that made her blood burn with something she didn’t fully understand yet. 

Azriel stepped away and gestured to the neatly made bed. 

“You can take any side you’d like,” he offered, his wings furling and unfurling behind him as he glanced down at his feet almost bashfully. 

Gwyn didn’t move at first, her hands twisting nervously at her sides before she nodded and moved towards the bed with timid steps. It was nearly thrice the size of her own bed, and yet, it seemed so impossibly small. Especially as she realized it would be a lot different compared to the sofa they’d shared in the private library. 

But as she got herself settled on the left side of the bed, the side furthest from the door, a waft of cedar and night chilled mist enveloped her immediately. The sheets so soft and warm she had to close her eyes and allow herself a moment to savor it. 

Soon, Azriel got in on the opposite side, keeping a respectful distance between them. Only the sound of their breathing and rustling sheets filling the room. They both stayed decidedly still next to each other, and it was absurd, Gwyn thought to herself. That she had ended up in his bed after running from him that morning, and then again only a couple hours ago. 

“Azriel?” Gwyn whispered and shifted body until she was on her side, facing him. 

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice just as quiet as hers as he turned his head to meet her eyes. 

“Thank you.” 

His lips curved into a gentle smile as he dipped his chin once. And already, Gwyn could feel her body finally relaxing, something settling deep in her chest, as sleep started to take hold of her scattered mind. His presence beside her a steady anchor, keeping her grounded and safe. 

“Goodnight, Berdara.” 

“Goodnight, Shadowsinger.” 

No nightmares plagued her that night either as sleep finally claimed her. 

[loveyazy]

obviously with your low IQ and obvious mental difficulties you won't understand but sweetheart not everyone's first language is English. English is my second language so all you proved to do is how you equate anyone who doesn't know English to somehow not intelligent? brother get a life.

And that literally proved nothing🤣🤣🤣. Are you that daft??🤣🤣🤣

Also no sweetheart if someone is mentioned 500 times and you're still forgetting them then obviously you have memory issues not surprising with your shitty takes. Most people remember even barely mentioned character from book 1 because not all of us are mentally challenged.

And sweety do us all a favor because SJM gave Valkyrie their own chapter 21. Don't worry I'm not gonna argue with you on that obviously it will be waste of time with someone like you.

Next time boo boo don't make yourself this stupid because then all your takes become moot.

Also I hear almonds are good for memory

I really didn't. You accused me of reading comprehension difficulties, so I pointed out you shouldn't be pointing fingers if you yourself can't type out a grammatically correct sentence, but now you want to cry victim because English is your second language?

It seems like accusing someone of having difficulties with the English language makes you a *gasp* hypocrite.

Okay wait. So you're saying I have a shitty memory, but I remember characters mentioned/appear in book one and two and three and four and five and you don't, but only I have the memory problems?

Okay.

Are you really bluiela? If you are, you should just come off anon at this point. Someone already outed you, and I really could not care about blocking you so might as well stop hiding. Unless you're too scared to face me off anon.

And someone kindly pointed out bluiela turned off anons, so if it really is you, wow hypocrisy on two points today. Amazing.

Seems like you should take your own advice about almonds, because them having their own chapter 21 in a book that exists within the series does not equal chapter 21 of ACOSF. Here are some other nuts that google says are good for boosting reading comprehension skills.

"Nuts like walnuts, almonds, cashews, and pecans are considered brain-boosting foods that can potentially aid in reading comprehension."

Hope this helps, booboo!

[steinfellds]

She Always Will Know

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader (Carol x Valkyrie)

Summary: You're home alone and assume you are able to get away with touching yourself. Natasha reminds you that she will always know when you do.

Warnings: Dom!Carol, dom!Natasha, sub!Valkyrie, sub!Reader, Captain kink (c), daddy kink (n), public sex, use of vibrators, edging, overstimulation, begging, hair tugging, marking, fingering (v receiving), strap-on sex (v receiving), masturbation, video tapping, watching through cameras, mentions of gun violence, choking, degradation, giving head (v receiving), humiliation kink.

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When you opened your eyes, you let out an annoyed huff. Natasha's side of the bed was cold, meaning she had gotten up hours ago and had left the house for work. You knew she would be gone in the morning because she always is, but sometimes you give yourself false hope that she will be in bed with you, waiting for you to wake up.

You pull yourself out of bed and shuffle towards the bathroom. The cold tiles feel uncomfortable against your bare feet. You quickly wash your face and brush your teeth before exiting the bedroom and walking towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ms Y/L/N." Your greeted by one of Natasha chefs.

"Morning." You mumble.

"Ms Romanoff ordered me to give this note to you." He passes the hand-written note over to you and you eagerly open it.

Good morning, baby.

Make sure you eat and drink something this morning. I won't be coming home tonight to collect you. I'm having Bucky go and pick you up and drive you to my hotel room. It's a formal occasion. I've left a tight black dress in your wardrobe, wear that. I've also left a special surprise in the pocket of the dress. You will know what to do with it once you see it. Remember, I'll know if you don't.

Love, Nat.

You crumble up the note in your hand and toss it into the bin.

"Thanks."

You quickly walk back to your room and open your wardrobe. A smile forms when you see the dress Natasha has picked for you. It's a beautiful dress. You check the pockets of the dress and pull out a bullet vibrator. It must be a new vibrator, you've never seen it before.

You stare at the vibrator in thought. Natasha won't be home tonight and Bucky won't be coming to get you for a few hours. Nobody would know if you had a few orgasms without Natasha's permission.

You place the new vibrator back into the dress pocket and walk over to Natasha's closet. You grab one of Natasha's vibrators and get back into bed. You turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting and hold it against your clit. You let out a soft moan as you turn the power settings up, slowly getting to the highest setting. It doesn't take long for your first orgasm to wash over you, making your back arch and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

If only you were more aware of your surroundings, you would have noticed the camera facing the bed.

A few hours later, you're in the bath. Your muscles feel achy and you feel like you're floating on a cloud. You glance over at your phone and gasp when you see the time, Bucky could be here any second. You quickly get out of the bath and start getting ready. You slip the new vibrator inside of you, fighting the urge to pull it back out. You're still so sensitive from your earlier activities. You put the black dress on and apply light make-up. Within 15 minutes, you're ready.

You hear a knock on your door and Bucky's voice call out, "Y/n, you ready?" He asks.

You open the door with a smile. "I'm ready."

The drive to Natasha's hotel room doesn't take too long. Bucky walks you up to Natasha's room and knocks on the door, waiting for someone to open it before walking away.

"Y/n! Hi, sweetheart. Come in." Wanda answers the door, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you inside. "Gosh, you look beautiful. Did Natasha pick out that dress?"

You nod with a small smile. You don't mind Wanda, but sometimes she scares you. You've seen her go trigger-happy once, which was not a pleasant experience.

The hotel room is full of people. A few of the people you recognise are workers for Natasha and some of the other people you recognise are Natasha's friends. You quickly scan the room for Natasha and frown when you don't see her.

"Natasha's in the back room with Carol and Valkyrie." Wanda tells you. It's almost like she can read your mind.

Wanda leads you to the back room and opens the door. Your stomach does a flip when you see the sight in front of you.

Carol is wearing a bra and a black strap-on. Valkryie is completely naked and pinned beneath Carol. She has one hand wrapped around Valkyrie's throat and her other hand is groping her breasts. Natasha sits on a chair in the corner of the room with one hand down her pants. When Natasha notices you, she beckons you over and ushes Wanda away.

"Hey, baby." Natasha's voice is raspy. She grabs onto your hand and pulls you into her lap. She softly grabs your chin, rubbing your lips with the pad of her thumb. Your mouth drops open slightly and you take her thumb into your mouth, sucking and licking it. You stifle a moan when you taste her.

"Do you have something to tell me?" She asks, pressing down on your tongue.

You give her a confused look.

"Something that happened this morning? It went on for hours." A grin forms across Natasha lips as she watches the realisation fall over your face.

"I didn't-" Natasha cuts you off as you mumble around her thumb.

"You didn't, what?" She questions, "You didn't think I'd find out? Baby, I know you're just a needy, dumb slut that can't control herself. I will always know."

A loud moan from Valkryie pulls your attention over to her. Carol's hand is still wrapped around Valkyrie's throat but Carol's other hand is on Valkyrie's hips, holding tightly onto her as she slams her cock into her. Valkyrie's hand comes up to her mouth and muffles her moans for a few seconds until Carol rips her hand away.

Natasha roughly makes you look back at her, digging her nails into your skin. You softly wince at the pain.

"Look at me, not them." Natasha snaps.

You nod, silently watching her with fear. This isn't the first time Natasha has punished you, but it's the first time she's punishing you for touching yourself without permission.

Natasha reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small object. She presses down on a button, and a wave of pleasure washes over you. Almost immediately, the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle and it quickly turns painful. Your head falls against Natasha's shoulder and your hands grip her shirt. Natasha switches the vibrator off and waits a few seconds for you to calm down before turning it on to the lowest setting. The lowest setting isn't too painful. It's more of a pleasurable pain.

"How many times did you cum?" Natasha questions, pulling your face out of her neck so she can look at you.

You consider lying about the number, but you're sure Natasha already knows how many times you came.

"Fourteen times." You mumble, biting your lip hard when Natasha turns the power up slightly.

You hear Valkyrie moan out again. "Captain, please, please." She whines, "Please let me cum."

You fight the urge to turn around to look at Valkyrie and Carol.

"She can cum." Natasha tells Carol.

The whiney moan Valkyrie lets out makes your thighs clench together. Your action doesn't go unnoticed by Natasha but she doesn't mention anything.

After Valkyrie comes down from her high, Natasha calls Carol over.

Carol's fingers thread themselves through your hair, pulling it to make you look up at her. Carol is covered in sweat and smells of thick sex.

"I watched you get yourself off earlier. It was cute how defeated you looked when your fingers weren't doing a good enough job." Carol smirks. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you realise that you were being recorded and Natasha probably showed the video to all her friends.

"Make Valkyrie cum fourteen times. I want to show Y/n what she's missing out on because of her slutty behaviour earlier."

Carol looks over at Valkyrie on the bed before turning back to Natasha, "I can make her go fifteen more times, she's got a little bit more left in her."

Carol tugs roughly at your hair, making you cry out in pain before walking back over to Valkyrie. She whispers something in her ear and Valkyrie nods. Carol is softer this time. She softly pushes Valkyrie's thighs apart before laying down between them and fucking her with her tongue. Valkyrie whines out and arches her back. Her hands grab onto Carol's hair and pull her closer to her.

Natasha's hand rubs at your thighs, her fingers slowly reaching higher. She pushes your panties to the side and rubs small circles on your clit. Your hands buckle into her hands and she chuckles.

"Already so desperate for more."

Natasha presses another button on the controller and your pleasure increases. Natasha continues to rub your clit in circles, loving the way you try to control the pleasure in your face. Natasha turns up the power to one more level and you moan loudly.

"Daddy, I'm sensitive-" You whine, "I'll cum."

"Control it." Natasha pulls her fingers away from your clit and starts to pull your dress off you. Once your dress is off, she gives her attention to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers. Your back arches and you feel yourself coming to the edge of your orgasm.

Valkyrie whines out something before going completely silent. You watch as her face contorts into pleasure and how her hips rut into Carol's face, riding out her high.

The moment Valkyrie orgasms, Natasha turns the vibrator off and stops touching you. You want to let out an ungrateful whine, but you know that'll get you nowhere tonight.

Carol kisses Valkyrie's thighs and rubs them softly, giving her girlfriend time to gather herself. With a quick nod from Valkyrie, Carol starts to eat her out again. Natasha turns the vibrator on again and you buckle your hips into nothing.

You're slowly starting to become frustrated and whiney from Natasha edging you. "I'm sorry!" Natasha kisses up your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks in her path. "I won't touch myself without your permission again. Please, please just let me cum."

Natasha rubs your hips in a comforting way, "You hear that, Carol? She's already begging for more."

Carol lets out a chuckle without pulling away from Valkyrie. The vibrations send Valkyrie into her 2nd orgasm. This time, Natasha doesn't turn the vibrator off, in fact, she increases the power setting. You slam your thighs shut and grip Natasha's forearm, trying to control yourself.

As Carol starts to fuck Valkyrie with her fingers. Dread falls over your face. This is going to be a horrible, long night of constant edging and teasing.

[thelov3lybookworm]

A request for you if you feel so inclined 🥹 this doesn’t need to be romantic unless you want to spin it that way. What if cassian or azriel at one point saved an Illyrian girl from getting her wings clipped and from that point forward she idolizes them. Every time they stop by her camp she’s always there to greet them with whatever sweets she baked that day (she helps out in the kitchens at the camp) and asks them about their missions and adventures, if they’re sleeping well or eating enough and just overall doting on them. (And then if there’s a romantic twist, one day she goes to greet them and the bond snaps and she just fumbles over whether or not to offer the cookies she made that day because wouldn’t that be WAY too soon to accept a mating bond? 👀) Maybe she wants to be trained as a Valkyrie but her parents won’t allow it. maybe the girl is devlon’s daughter? But doesn’t have to be! This was a lot sorry lol (love love LOVE all your work by the way 🥰)

Mere coincidence?

Summary: Y/n never thought she would ever be treated like more than trash. So it's a surprise when one of the most powerful men in the entirety of Prythian saves her.

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A/n: hey darling, I love this so much❣️😌. Also, don't worry about it. I love when you all send me asks, especially when it has a lot of things to work with 😉

Also, I mostly try to go with someone who isn't Azriel when you tell me to choose because there's a lot of azzie stuff that I have and not enough for others Bois so I hope it's okay.

I kept this one short because I didn't want to keep you waiting. I'll be writing a part two soon. Please let me know what you think about it!

Anyways, that's all. Enjoy!

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Everything was flying downhill, which was not the best choice of words, as in a moment, she would never be able to fly.

She tried again to loosen the bonds on her wrists, all in vain. She'd been tied here since dawn, and it was now afternoon. They did this all the time to females, just to make them feel more helpless. It made them feel like they had time to escape, but they didn't.

There weren't many female who had been able to get freed of the bonds on their wrists, but the few who did? They were shot down before they could even reach flying heights.

Y/n looked around. No one paid attention to her, as if she didn't exist. Maybe for them she didn't. It was common occurrence that a female, sometimes more than one, would be tied to one of the posts in the center of the camp. It was only her today.

Snow crunched behind her, and she stiffened. Her father walked around her to her front, kneeling. He studied her for a moment before standing.

"Get the equipments." He called out to someone behind him.

"Yes my lord!" The Illyrian said before running off as a crowd gathered.

She stared at him.

Her father.

But that's not what people thought of when they talked about him. No, what came to mind when people saw her father was a great warrior. That he was the Lord of the camp.

Lord Devlon.

"What are you looking at girl? Staring like that wouldn't spare you."

"I know. I'm not stupid enough to think that." She lifted her chin. Which was not the right choice, as her father looked on the verge of chopping someone to pieces. That someone being her.

But she didn't care. Being chopped to pieces was preferable to losing her wings. There was nothing she was scared of, because no matter what she did or didn't do, her wings were going to be clipped today.

She could be a brat, or she could be the most innocent and naive female, who would do anything the males asked of her. It wouldn't fucking matter, because in the end, the thing that mattered most to her, she would be stripped of.

When two Illyrians came to turn her around, she stood before they could touch her. She didn't want anyone touching her. Even if she was going to her death, she would go by her own two feet. She will not be dragged anywhere by people who had to belittle and hurt females to feel powerful.

She stood and, maintaining eye contact with her fuming father, and turned away, baring her back and wings to him, flaring them wide.

Nothing happened for a moment, and then a footstep sounded. Another and then another.

She took a deep breath, readying herself for the pain and anguish when she felt the cold press of the tools on one of her wings. She bit her tongue when the tool started slowly digging into her back, awaiting the–

A loud thump echoed through the still and silent crowd, and slowly people started dispersing. She blinked, daring to turn her head to look when the tool left her back. Her father was thrown on the ground, and the people who were still standing next to them gasped.

What the hell?

She turned as much as she could, and she found herself staring into the hazel eyes of the General of Night Court.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice low and raspy. She nodded, not knowing what to do with the fact that this male was talking to her. He nodded, slashing through the bonds on her wrist with a dagger before turning back to her father.

"Touch her or her wings again and you'll be carcass before you can blink."

Hey father snarled, trying to get up but before he could even get one leg under him, the General was on him, landing punch after punch on his face.

She stood there shocked. Why the hell was the General here? And, why in the hell was he saving her?

As she stared, wondering if she should do anything to save her father, totally not enjoying the show, another Illyrian landed nearby. This new arrival pulled the General off of her father.

A hint of disappointment entered her, but she chided herself for thinking that way.

Y/n watched as the two Illyrian murmured furiously to each other, and then the one with the blue siphons turned to her father.

"I believe you understood what he wanted to say. Don't make us repeat ourselves. The High Lord will be here shortly."

"He didn't send–"

"No he didn't. But who do you think owns this place, and, indirectly, your life?"

"Curse you, you bastards." The two Illyrians looked as indifferent to her father's insult as a cat to its owner's affection.

The General then walked to where she stood, his siphons casting a light red glow over his form and his immediate surroundings. "Are you sure you are alright?"

She nodded numbly, staring at the absolute giant of a man.

"Stay away from her you disgusting pig!" Her father spat as he climbed to his feet.

The General cocked his head, sharing a look with the Spymaster before turning away.

"Mind your language Devlon. I'll be back to check on her. And I swear to the Cauldron, if she is hurt or loses her wings, I will act on my promise."

Why the hell would he do that?

Her father barked at her to get back to her duties, cursing and grunting as he left with a few Illyrian men.

But Y/n stared after the General and Spymaster's retreating forms, clutching her left elbow with her right.

Wondering if it was a mere coincidence that they had arrived just before she lost her precious wings.

She didn't know why the General cared enough to threaten to kill her father if her wings were clipped, but she did know one thing.

She would fight. For herself and her life.

She wouldn't just sit back and take whatever the males threw at her, making herself smaller to feed their egos.

She had always tried to not be a nuisance to her father or any others, having always thought that she was worth nothing.

No. She wasn't the one who thought that way. She had been forced to think that way by the ideals and traditions that had been embedded in their minds.

And now, she would fight.

She would endure anything thrown her way, and she would face it.

She will train with the men. Of course, after she finished all the chores assigned to her.

And if she died in the process of her rebellion?

Then she would have died for a great cause.

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Part 2

Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess

[scarletwitchproperty]

Can't remember what I used to fight for - Chapter 3

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal , a whisper of Rio Vidal x Wanda Maximoff, mentions of Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova and Carol Danvers x Valkyrie (yes, these bitches gay)

Words: 1.9k

Summary: a meeting with the avengers/young avengers, the start of Nicky being a little agent of chaos

Warnings: I don't think there really is any for this one...idk I'm tired, I'll probably check later

‘’So…let me get this straight…’’ 

‘’Which Wanda is not.’’ 

‘’MOMMY!’’ 

‘’What Nicky? She’s not!’’ 

‘’Who is anyway?’’ Kate Bishop asks, blue eyes shamelessly checking out Rio (and Wanda, gods she has eyes and they’re both absolutely gorgeous women). She grins as Kamala gives her a fist bump. ‘’No but really, who is?’’ 

‘’Your mentor, for example,’’ Kamala says, looking pointedly at said Avenger perched on the arm of the sofa both girls are sitting on. ‘’Last time I checked, he’s a happily married man to a woman, father to three children.’’ 

‘’Yes, but that doesn’t mean anything and-‘’ 

‘’BACK TO THE SITUATION AT HAND!’’ Nick Fury, for it was really him sat there on a chair with his iconic eyepatch, throws a pillow that lands directly on Kate’s face. The young archer narrows her eyes at the man, but doesn’t protest any further. ‘’Let me get this right,’’ another pointed look to the purple loving young adult, who rolls her eyes. ‘’This right here, she’s Death. Like actual death.’’ 

‘’Yes sir, I am.’’ 

‘’How does that even work?’’ 

‘’Well, I am what people usually see when they die.’’ 

‘’I would happily die if I’m granted the sight of you in such an outfit again.’’ 

‘’KATE BISHOP! I happen to know that you’re in a committed relationship with one miss Belova, so if you do not shut your trap and quit flirting with Death I’ll snitch on you and you’ll see where it gets you,’’ Fury threatens the archer, throwing another pillow at her head. Kate looks positively horrified at the prospect, a bead of sweat going down the side of her neck. ‘’That’s what I thought.’’ 

‘’Mommy? Isn’t this miss Belova that nice lady’s sister?’’ 

‘’Who are you talking about little love?’’ 

‘’You know who! The one you brought back from that planet, she said she died for her family,’’ Nicky retells, remembering one of the only nice soul he ever met in his mother’s realm. The little boy is oblivious to Clint’s tearful expression, continuing his storytelling. ‘’She said her sister’s name was Yelena, no? She was sooo pretty too, you even allowed her to stay with me a little before she moved on.’’ 

‘’Oh right! Natasha Romanov,’’ Rio remembers the woman well. The lost soul she picked up on Vormir, one of the rare ones who didn’t fight or tried to bargain with her for more time. This one actually accepted her fate, wasn’t scared of her at all. She notices Clint silently crying on the sofa. ‘’Oops, is it too soon?’’ 

‘’No no, it’s alright. It’s been years and yet it still hurts just as much as when she let go of my hand and fell to her death,’’ Clint admits, wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. ‘’But do go on, you were about to say something more?’’ 

‘’Ah, yes. I-‘’ 

They were all interrupted by Rio’s phone ringing loudly. The green witch smirks when she sees who is calling her, putting a finger over her mouth as she clicks on the speaker icon. 

‘’Yes my Love, what is it?’’ 

‘’What’s taking you so long? You’ve been gone for hours!’’ 

‘’Aggie, it’s been only an hour.’’ 

‘’Well damn me for wanting to be with my wife after not seeing her for three entire centuries! How long until you’re back home?’’ 

‘’Just say that you want to get down and dirty with me Agatha, I would totally understand.’’ 

Rio sees Wanda glaring at her as she covers Nicky’s ears, while the rest is just wondering why they’re even here. 

‘’Of course you would you brat. But still, get home soon. Teen’s making diner and-‘’ 

‘’Mommy? Why is miss Wanda covering my ears?’’ 

A loud noise can be heard through the phone speaker, and Rio knows instantly that wherever Agatha was seated, her wife fell off of it. The green witch knows that her wife knows now, because even after all these years, even after all these centuries, Agatha would never ever forget the voice of the only little boy she ever loved. 

‘’Rio? My Love if this is another one of your joke I swear to god I will hunt you d-‘’ 

‘’It’s not a joke, Agatha. I swear,’’ Rio whispers, knowing her wife heard her loud and clear. Nicky is looking at her phone with his head tilted to the side, clearly recognizing his mama’s voice but not knowing why it came from such a weird looking object. ‘’He’s here for real. It’s our boy Agatha, our little Nicholas.’’ 

‘’Mommy? Why can I hear mama but not see her?’’ 

‘’What your mommy is holding is called a phone, sweet boy,’’ Wanda explains as she points to Rio’s phone. The Scarlet Witch smiles at the wide eyed gaze popping up on the little boy’s face at the new information. ’’It’s a device we use to contact someone when they’re far away from us. Just like your mama did because she was worried your mommy was gone too long.’’ 

‘’Really? So mama found us?’’ 

‘’Of course she did little love! Come here,’’ Rio beckons her son over, putting him in her lap as she gives Nicky the phone. ‘’Right now mama’s in Westview with some…friends,’’ Rio looks at Wanda, knowing that one of those particular friends would affect her more than the others. ‘’I think she might be crying too.’’ 

‘’I am not.’’ 

‘’Yes you are mama, mommy always knows when you do,’’ Nicky giggles, hearing the slight tremble to his mama’s voice that he sadly became accustomed to before he died. ‘’Do not cry mama, I am okay. Miss Wanda took care of me, she even saved me from this really mean man. I like her mama, and I think mommy does too.’’ 

‘’Hmm, does she now?’’ 

‘’Yes mama! Mommy didn’t want me to look, but I saw them-‘’ 

‘’And that’ll be the end of that young man,’’ Rio quickly takes the phone away from Nicky, not ashamed in the least about what happened earlier between her and Wanda, but still not wanting people she doesn’t know being made aware of their moment. ‘’We’ll be here in a few my Love.’’ 

‘’Alright Rio, you better be. Bi-ahem, Teen is still crying because of earlier when Lilia told us you know what.’’ 

‘’Really?’’ 

‘’Yes, really. I would cry too if I knew my that my previously thought dead mother was going to show up where I live. Admittedly not for the same reasons, god knows how I hate the motherfucker, but I would.’’ 

‘’…did you just use swear words knowing your little boy could hear you?’’ 

‘’Oh fuck off Jen, he was born in the seventeenth century. He’s heard worse.’’ 

‘’Why do I even bother with you?’’ 

‘’Ooookay, see you soon my Love!’’ Rio hangs up the phone, looking up from it to everyone around. The green witch ignores the wondering gaze of one Wanda Maximoff, the other witch looking at her with her head tilted to the side having surely picked up on Agatha’s slip of the tongue. ‘’I’m sorry to cut this short, it was nice meeting you all, but we have to go.’’ 

‘’Not so fast miss Death, I’d like to stay a little longer for more questioning.’’ One flash of Rio’s true form and Fury immediately backtracks. ‘’On second thoughts, maybe it’s better if you go. You’ll come back tho, right Wanda?’’ 

‘’Am I not staying?’’ 

‘’Little witch, did you think I would let you out of my sight after what happened earlier?’’ Rio is full on smirking when Wanda refuses to look her in the eye. She puts her hand on her knee, thumb gently drawing circles. ‘’I don’t mind sharing you with Agatha. And judging by your reaction, you wouldn’t mind having us both-‘’ 

‘’I FUCKING KNEW IT! Y’ALL BITCHES ARE GAY!’’ 

‘’Like you aren’t gay too Kate?’’ 

‘’Where are these kids parents?’’ 

‘’Well, mine are in jail and six feet under, and hers are at work, but if you count the one and only Captain Marvel then a third of hers is at New Asgard. Which now makes me think that it’s really half of her parents,’’ Kate says, stopping when she sees how Kamala is looking at her. ‘’What? The way you behave whenever Carol and Valkyrie are around you’d think you were their child.’’ 

‘’They certainly act like you are.’’ 

‘’Not you too mister Fury!’’ 

And just like that another argument started amongst the young Avengers and their famously known Director. Clint rolled his eyes when he met Wanda’s knowing gaze, implying that it was a daily occurrence for them. The Scarlet Witch went to give a hug to the very first friend she made on the team, quickly going back to Rio’s side as the green witch was getting ready to transport all of them back where they were needed. 

‘’Are you ready little witch?’’ 

‘’I guess so. Why wouldn’t I be?’’ 

‘’No reason.’’ 

In a flash the trio was gone, leaving behind them the usual everyday chaos at the Avengers Compound. Rio, Nicky and Wanda all reappeared inside a well decorated house, the six year old looking around with stars in his eyes. Nicky’s ears picked up on the sound coming from the living room, easily recognizing his mama’s voice amongst a few, and so choosing to bolt towards it. Wanda panicked, despite knowing they were in a somewhat safe environment, and ran after the little boy. 

The Scarlet Witch froze at the entrance to the living room, eyes glued upon the only other standing person in the room. She could feel his soul, his magic calling out for her. He might not have the same face, nor have the same voice, but Wanda is sure that the teenager starring right back at her with tears rolling down his face is hers. Still, her eyes flash red, and when his flash blue in response, she breaks down crying. Her knees hit the floor just as Billy reaches for her, the both of them going down as they embrace and their powers manifest themselves by going off in random harmless sparks of magic. 

‘’Mama, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you!’’ Billy, despite his earlier in the week’s claim of not wanting his mother back due to his slight identity crises, can’t help but cling to her like a lifeline. He buries his face in her neck, breathing in her all too familiar scent and searching for the comforting warmth she always had for his brother and him. One hug from his mother and it’s like he was ten years old again. ‘’I was so scared when I fell asleep mom, and when I got into this body and couldn’t find anyone, not dad, not Tommy, not even you…gods please, don’t leave again.’’ 

‘’I would never ever leave you again my sweet boy, never. The greatest gift in all the universe is getting to be your mother, I would never throw that away,’’ Wanda feels ecstatic, so content to finally have her son back. Well, at least one of them. ‘’I will protect you with my life if I need to, do you understand that?’’ 

‘’About that…’’ 

Wanda turns towards an Asian looking woman with red highlights in her hair. She looks nice, dressed in a black leather jacket and black pants. 

‘’What is it?’’ 

‘’Do you know that this one,’’ cue the pointing to Rio, who almost wishes she could disappear knowing what’s coming but can’t bring herself to because she doesn’t want to be parted from her son. ‘’Wanted to kill your son? Almost did too.’’ 

‘’SHE WHAT?!’’ 

[yuesya]

I might be the outlier here but I've just come from "o, valkrye, arise" and I'm still blown away. I just did a re-watch of the whole series and I'm captivated by Hilda and all her complexities. The pure tragedy that is her backstory, her poor father (trying to spare her life only to unknowingly give her up for sacrifice), the (ironic) paradise she found in Shinganshina that scared her so badly she enlisted in the military, the way she protects her family, I'm just so endlessly fascinated by..1/2

Hello and thanks for the interest! The entire storyline of valkyrie has already been plotted out for some time, although I've never quite gotten around to working on the rest of it. Maybe I should get on top of that haha.

Glad you've been enjoying the fic, though!

[11queensupreme11]

Waittttt✋✋✋✋✋

aree you saying that ra and other gods will actually help percy if they knew she wants to return to her universe

I thought they will be more possessive of her honestly 😔

ROMANTIC YANDERES ARE NOT ENOUGH FOR ME I WANT EVERYONE TO CHERISH MY BABY LIKE A SACRED BLUE PEARL

bit well i think that gives percy’s case some hope that there are some rational and sane god(not sane at all)

I’m obsessed with ra alright i beg of you to expand their relationship so i can see more of him😔✋

How do you think everyone not just the yanderes will react to the fact that multiverse exist?

and the fact the beeli&loki& Mnemosyne and all the Valkyries have been lying to them this whole time

I’m honestly scared for Mnemosyne please dont kill herrr🙏💔💔💔 she is basically a mother figure for percy now and honestly she needs that

wait, i'm sorry i should've clarified 😭😭 in this post (here) when i was talking about percy running away, i meant running away as in, running away from home BUT she's still in the ror universe 😭😭 sorry my bad!

it'd be waaaaay different story if she was trying to run away BACK to her universe (this is assuming the bifrost works now and allows multidimensional travel)

if that was the case, then they'd definitely drag her back the SECOND they learn that percy's the product of pjo!poseidon's broken oath to the river styx and the fact that the GODS WHO SWORE IT won't get any punishment for breaking it and that the KID faces the consequences instead.

her whole existence goes against the oath. that means percy will always suffer. she was doomed before she was even born; the second poseidon fell in love with sally, the second sally decided to carry the baby and not abort it. percy never had a chance and never WILL as long as she stayed in that universe. so yeah, there's no way they'll let her stay there. some will feel bad for taking her away from her loved ones (prometheus and buddha) but ultimately, this truly is for her own good

anyways! moving on now! YES DON'T WORRY, THERE WILL BE MORE RA AND PERCY INTERACTIONS!!! honestly, i have more ra and percy scenes planned than scenes with the actual love interests 😭😭😭😭 grumpy grandpa ra has completely won me over, he's too fun 😂

once the existence of the multiverse exists, people would be soooo excited. expect some gods to suggest conquering other universes or just slaughtering ppl for shits and giggles 😭😭 they're bloodthirsty bitches, it's just in their nature i guess 😭

as for ur last question about how they'd react to the lies......... all i can say is "act 4" 👹👹👹

[livingmydreamlife5555]

MCU dr: Daughter of Heimdall

Name: Astrid Heimdalldittir

Birthday: January 24

Height: 5'8"

Appearance: I have natural white hair like above, but it will be short like in the second picture. I have orange-brown like eyes like Heimdall, my dad. It also glows like his too.

Backstory: So long story short, I was born in Asgard to my father and my mom (who was a Valkyrie. We all know what happens to them. I might script she also survived). But anyways, Hela had been targeting me because of my powers that I got from my mom's side. It skipped a generation and got to me. Because of that, my dad teleported me to Earth, where I was taken to an orphanage. I grew up there, all the way until I was 15.

One day when I was 15 and walking through New York, the avengers were fighting a villain and a big piece of debris was flying my way. And me not knowing I had powers, I put my hands out to defend myself (my dumb ass would've died anyways) and my powers activated without me knowing. I had froze the debris to save myself. Me, being the scared teenager, ran back to the orphanage to hide from attention. But most of them noticed who I was. Next day before I knew it, I was getting adopted by the avengers and living with them 💪🏾

Powers: I will be able to control all the elements (more like tech, metal and others) but I first start off with Ice, Fire, Water, and Lightning. I also have super strength, super speed, y'know all the Asgardian stuff since I'm Asgardian. I also scripted to have the same Omni-senses like my father. My fighting will be like how the elemental benders fight in the Avatar ☺️. In the future I will learn how to use Asgardian magic too. I have like two pages for powers 💪🏾🙄

Extra info:

Kinda funny how I had this script for a long time and the official name of Heimdall's first child in the canon MCU is also named Astrid. He's a boy though 💀

I'm gonna be the Norse Goddess of Nature.

I can play multiple instruments, just like in my other realities. It's the one thing that I always keep

I scripted that Asgard isn't destroyed (duh) and that Loki doesn't die. So he will also be there with the avengers (I'm so excited to see him)

I based off my mom's appearance from the marvel hero Storm (she's so pretty please-)

I'm still going to school with Peter, and we'll be out own hero duo (like ladybug and cat noir. Love myself for scripting this).

I can talk to animals 🤭

I am able to control all the elements, including electricity, technology, and I can also do Energy Absorption, Solar manipulation, moon energy manipulation, water bending, earth bending, fire bending, airbending, blood bending, metal bending, lava bending, i can also control plants, techno manipulation, flora and fauna manipulation, matter manipulation, crystal manipulation, allspeak

This was one of my first scripts lol. Still glad I'm shifting here. It was also where I first shifted. I had scripted to have one of the children to wake me up, and I saw her. She was wearing a pink dress too 🩷🩷

-Honey out 🍯🍯🍯