#valkyrie's five hundred

[nestastits]

You know Nesta really is HER.

She laughed at the children of the blessed.

She can see through Fae glamours and magic.

She told the human queens they were cowards.

She stole from the Cauldron.

She had the Cauldron, the most revered artifact of the fae that has the ability to create life and destroy everything by basically being the womb of the Mother, terrified of her to the point it went after anyone else but her.

She slapped her sister’s toxic fiancé in the face and told him he never deserved her anyway after he insulted her.

She scared off her baby sister’s toxic ex, told him off for his treatment of her sister, pointed her finger at him, and told him she’d rip his head off if he told anyone they were in spring.

She changed the entire trajectory of the books bc Sarah just couldn��t hate her

Sarah’s original plan was to have her with Lucien but the moment Nesta and Cassian saw each other it was a done deal and Sarah (basically the real life mother/cauldron) had to rewrite the books.

She did the math on how many ships the human lands would need in order to evacuate from the war.

She scared a death lord with her Made Sword

She can willed all three dread troves and has a special connection with them to the point of being able to portal them to her

She has a special connection to THE MOTHER. And a bargain with the Cauldron.

She’s been called a Death God, Kingslayer, Lady Death, Queen of Queens, Witch, Pillager of Death, Witch from Oorid, and Death Herself.

She is a Valkyrie and Oristian.

She encouraged some of the priestesses from the library (ones who have spent centuries in there without leaving) to join training by showing them there was nothing to fear.

She got a a usually disdainful blacksmith to smile with her inquisitiveness.

She marked the king with a death promise then beheaded him in the war when she got the chance. And held up his head in victory of her promise being acomplished.

She killed the first Kelpie seen in hundreds of years. Beheaded it and held it’s head in the same way.

She awoke a House and made it sentimental by befriending it with her magic.

She stabbed a man’s dick in the Blood Rite.

She led her team through the Blood Rite. Like any good General would do.

She held the line, giving up the chance of the win, so her found sisters could survive.

She spoke about becoming the leader of the first complete female fighting group in Prythian after five hundred years.

She had actual Death Gods speaking highly of her. Fearing her too.

The most powerful high lord in prythian feared her.

She unmade someone to avenge her mate. Her power stopped time when she unleashed it fully. She saved her sister, nephew, and brother-in-law all in the same morning after completing the blood rite. Gave up a fraction of her power for it, but made a bargain with the cauldron and spoke with the mother. Told her baby sister “I love you” for the first time, this was also the first time Nesta had ever said ily out loud to anyone. Decided that she wanted to have a mating ceremony. Hugged her brother-in-law after his mate and babe almost died even though they had some issues. Again all of this happened in the same morning.

She gave her Mask to an untrustworthy friend and by doing so saved both Prythian and Midgard. Perhaps other worlds and universes too.

She has infinite range👏👏👏

Please add anything that I left out! My girl has done so much I forget to list them all.

[thelov3lybookworm]

What did you say?

Summary: He needs to stop saying thank you.

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Word Count: 1047

Warnings: none, unless you can say tooth rotting fluff and domestic cass x reader counts?

A/n: this is just adorable i loved writing this so much🥹🥹🥹

cassian is just so pookie and i love him sm 😭 someone get me a cassian please as a birthday git 😭

anyways, ENJOY🥹

(p.s: this is like the one fic i didnt discuss with berry my love becos i changed the plan for cass's fic like 5 days before posting and wrote this thang in basically a few hours lol i forgot to yap my bad sorry 😔)

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Being a five hundred year old fae, not many thing’s excited Y/n. But there were also a lot of things that did excite Y/n, and one of them was watching her husband fumble around trying to make her smile.

That morning, Y/n had woken up with a raging headache, the pounding in her head beating her brain like a wardrum. Add to the mix her hormones were all over the place at not finding herself waking up in the comforting embrace of her giant teddy bear.

She had been in a pissy mood all morning when Cassian returned home after his training session with the valkyries that lasted longer than usual.

Y/n had been glaring down at her plate of fried eggs that were not as runny as she liked, having lost touch with cooking them for herself because Cassian insisted on making her breakfast everyday when he walked in through the door to their marital home.

Of course, he did not realise that she was in a very bad mood and tried to joke around, trying to get her spirits to lift as usually that seemed to work.

"Looks like someone woke on the wrong side of the bed today, huh?"

Y/n turned sharply to glare at her husband who did not even have the decency to apologise for not being there for her when she woke with the headache that still refused to leave before making fun of her. The fucking audacity.

She had only glared at him for a long moment before turning and leaving to their bedroom, but that moment was enough for Cassian to catch onto the fact that she was mad mad.

It also allowed Y/n a glimpse of panic flashing in his eyes, for which she had felt guilty but she knew she needed time to calm down before talking to him.

And now, it was evening, and the puppy eyes Cassian watched Y/n with were making her heart melt.

How could someone be this adorable?

He’d been at it the whole day. Bringing her her favourite pastries from a nearby bakery, running her a hot bath and slipping a note into the bedroom from under the door, making her dinner. When she had come down after a relaxing bath, he had even offered her a back massage.

His voice had been so light, but she heard the softness, the caution in it.

And Y/n had almost agreed to that massage that sounded so heavenly, but watching her husband be sad over her behaviour that morning ate her alive, and agreeing to let him cater to all her wants without realising that she was not mad at him felt like she was using him.

It had almost been an hour since he had offered, and since they’d had dinner and moved to the living room. She had tried to make conversation with him, but he seemed lost in his own mind, offering her short responses before his eyes turned distant again.

Y/n did not need that bond between her and her husband to know that he was trying to figure out what he’d done wrong.

"Cass?"

He blinked, then looked away from her, his ears darkening before he met her gaze again. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare."

Y/n raised a brow. "And so what if you did?" his brows furrowed, so Y/n hastened to add in case he thought she was still mad. "I’m your wife, your mate. You can look however much you want."

"I… yeah."

Y/n sighed, then stood from the couch and walked over to the oversized armchair adjacent to the fireplace that Cassian occupied and settled down in his lap, trying to focus on formulating a coherent sentence and not on the way his warm hands immediately wrapped around her waist.

He watched her quietly, his eyes slightly wide.

Though those beautiful eyes fluttered shut when Y/n leaned in and kissed him.

It was not a full on kiss, if she had to be honest. It was just a tiny peck, even that faint brush of their lips sending pleasant warmth shooting through her veins.

"Thank you-" Y/n paused, watching her husband blurt out the two words with her brows tugging together.

"What- what did you say?"

He blinked, blood climbing up his neck. "I… thank you?"

Y/n could not help it anymore. She threw her head back and laughed, unable to control the shaking of her body.

"Cass, are you thanking me for kissing you?"

"Yeah? You were mad at me-"

"I wasn’t."

He blinked again, then leaned back in the armchair. "What do you mean- why were you upset in the morning then?"

Y/n sighed, dropping her head into the junction between his shoulder and neck. "I had a raging headache when I woke up, and then I wanted to cuddle with you but you were gone. I was just upset at that."

He exhaled, raising his hands to run through Y/n’s unbound hair. "I’m sorry love, I had to go. You know the blood rite is coming soon, and a lot more priestesses and illyrian women want to partake this year. Az’s been running himself ragged, and Gwyn’s been so worried for him."

Y/n pulled back to meet his eyes. "Don’t apologise for being you, Cass. I know you love to help and train, and I am not mad when I am blessed with the most amazing husband in all of prythian."

Cassian’s eyes turned glassy at that, and he softly kissed her forehead.

"Thank you-"

Y/n groaned, standing up again.

"I swear to the mother if you say that one more time I’m going to bite you."

HIs expression morphed into a serious one, smile fading, and Y/n was once again reminded of his position in the night court. He looked more like his scheming general self that her sweet, adorable husband who pouted everytime Y/n did not give him five more minutes of cuddles.

"Y/n… thank you."

Y/n burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter as she watched him leap out of his preferred seat and bolted up the stairs to their bedroom.

"Oh you cunning ass!"

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[howlingday]

Nora Valkyrie - Demolitions Expert

Oscar: (Drinks from flask)

Nora: ...You didn't just drink that, did you? Oh, that's not good. That's nitroglycerin! Don't move, don't breathe, don't do anything! Except... pray?

BOOM~!

Oscar: AAAAAAIIIIIIE!

Nora/Yang: HAAAHAHAHAHAHA~!

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Oscar: Look at this thing~! It must have taken the indigenous people here centuries to have built something that's over a thousand years old like this!

Nora: (Dragging him away)

Oscar: The majesty! The beauty! The historical valu-

Oscar: ...

Nora: Look at that! I made a bridge! And it only took me, what? 10 seconds? Eleven tops.

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Jacques: Roadblock... What do you think, Miss Valkyrie?

Nora: Eh... I could unroadblock it if I had, like, a hundred sticks of dynamite, but all I got is about... ten. Plus five home-made ones. Couple cherry-bombs. A road-flare.

Nora: Too bad we don't have any nitroglycerin, eh, Oscar~?

Yang: BAAHAHAHAHA~!

[melancholiast-clair]

talk to me about fandom misogyny and valkyire!!! am really interested

OKAY. hi. i have a lot of thoughts about this. this has turned in part into like... a val defense, i'm not even gonna lie to you, but there's some more specific discussion of fandom misogyny in there as well 😭

first of all, i find it to be much more rampant on the reddit community - go figure, lol - but it's definitely also present in the tumblr community to a more subtle degree.

it is also often mixed with some pretty deep ableism and sanism, so there's gonna be a brief discussion of that as well, just as a quick warning!

putting everything below the cut because this is. a long post. sorry!

if you're less familiar with the reddit community, one of the most frequent discussions is the talk about valkyrie's 'deserved' method of death and the comments regarding how her actions post-dotl make her an uninteresting or even disappointing character.

the discussions of how the only satisfying end to her character would be to die exactly how she thinks she's going to die - on her knees - both disappoint and sicken me. it feels like people are genuinely misunderstanding landy's inclusion of that as a theme; we are supposed to view valkyrie as an ultimately good character, and her belief that she's going to die on her knees is based entirely in a sense of deep guilt that we are not supposed to support. if you want to argue that she's actually terrible, go ahead, but i am of the belief that canon - and the intention behind most of her action - disagrees.

one of the most important things i feel like i need to outline is that she and skulduggery are extremely similar people. she spent a huge chunk of her life being absolutely dependent on him, and she learned the majority of her worldview and moral compass from him. valkyrie's life revolves around skulduggery.

i think it's both fascinating and extremely disheartening how people immediately shift their opinions once valkyrie is no longer considered a child. even when she's still a young adult - because like... surprise, reddit community, 24 is not actually old or a well-rounded adult, especially for someone who's spent her entire life isolated from typical childhood experiences - people immediately begin to demonize her actions. sometimes, this is even rightful - skulduggery and valkyrie have always been morally gray characters at best, and to judge their actions is an entirely fair stance to take. unfortunately, the majority of people who partake in this criticism aren't judging valkyrie and skulduggery.

they're judging valkyrie, all the while hailing skulduggery as their favorite character and continuing to excuse what he does and says while they denounce valkyrie for the same actions. going into the reddit comments when someone asks for 'least favorite characters' or asks people to rank characters always leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth, and there are so many posts asking why valkyrie is the main character or why the series would choose to focus val when characters like skulduggery are there.

there's also a lot of hatred for valkyrie's trauma responses post-dotl, especially her inaction in book ten, which i find particularly distasteful. in book ten, she has just returned to roarhaven after spending five years wallowing in her own guilt and is immediately met with confirmation from people all around her that she deserves all the hatred she's projected onto herself for something she could not have stopped. of course she's frozen and disbelieving in herself when things start to go down; she's spent literal years blaming herself for the deaths of over a hundred people and almost everyone around her except for skulduggery - who she knows will defend her no matter what she does - is telling her she's to blame.

i get exhausted reading people calling her a bitch over and over, raging about how she's no longer a child and can no longer be excused for her despicable actions - but she hasn't had anyone to teach her why anything she's done is wrong. she learns that the people who insist darquesse are her fault are wrong, but in learning this learns to dismiss people who call her wrong. and it makes sense, because those are pretty much the only extremes she faces - completely in support of her, or completely against her.

another thing i observe in this fandom is the obsession with pushing women characters aside. this is present in lots of fandoms, of course, but it is particularly prevalent within the skulduggery pleasant fandom.

the amount of the fandom that completely ignores valkyrie in favor of the dead men is immense, and it's kind of insane. excluding the main character and the only woman who ever joined the group is like... absolutely wild. and it's not like valkyrie isn't compelling - she faces a lot of similar issues to the rest of the group. if you're specifically looking for a war setting, you have plenty within the books themselves - or if you want to go against mevolent, stick with phase two.

but it's not just val. characters like tanith, china, darquesse, even stephanie/the reflection (which. the love/hate from the fandom towards her is a whole other discussion i'd love to get into) - they all get cast to the side in favor of the dead men. darquesse, a character who on paper sounds like the person literally everyone would, like... at the very least simp for - 6 feet tall, tatted out, crazy built and eternally powerful - is so often completely dismissed. china, a pioneer of an incredibly fascinating and individual branch of magic, gets pushed aside even as signum linguistics themselves get explored.

in the end, this is a fandom like any other with a lot of central misogyny. i don't completely blame the fandom - derek landy has his own issues with misogyny in his writing, and that certainly makes overall canonical content influential towards this behavior - but i am tired of it. sorry if this is a bit of a mess, im just kind of... blabbing.

[letstrytoohard]

Two Truths - For @conebrain 💙🦇🌊🗡️

Almost a year after their first late-night training lesson, Azriel and Gwyn are closer than ever. Will one of them finally act on the feelings brewing between them?

Read Chapter 2: Interrogation on AO3!

Azriel is called away, so the Valkyries have a girls' night!

Preview under the cut!

Was it warm in here? Her face felt hot. Gwyn was acutely aware of Nesta and Cassian, both of whom had silently walked around to read over her shoulder. Cassian let out a low whistle, clapping a huge hand over Gwyn’s shoulder so hard she was surprised to see the floor hadn’t broken.

“‘The shadows will miss you’, why the fuck don’t the shadows ever miss me? And even after five hundred years of knowing each other, Azriel has never left me a note. What a rat bastard– oof.” Nesta straightened after pulling her elbow out of Cassian’s gut.  ���It was nice of him to leave a note.” Nesta’s voice was light, surely her attempt to be casual. “Why don’t we have a sleepover tonight, Gwyn? Since you won’t have sparring. I’ll ask Emerie at training today” Those grey-blue eyes glittered in the light of the morning, and Gwyn knew there was no way she was getting out of this one. “I’ll grab my stuff after my shift at the library,” she smiled at her friend. And try to figure out what I’m going to say under interrogation.

@acotargiftexchange

[queen-of-the-avengers]

A New Adventure

Pairing: Thor x Goddess!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: naked thor, arrogant Zeus

Request by anon: What if with thor x reader. He was at olympus on a mission then he got caught and the snap hes nude then he notice y/n near ares in robe shes a demigodess , a child of hera and shes surprised while she misses him

Summary: You long to get out of Olympus and do something with your powers that actually means something, but your father won't let you leave. When a mysterious stranger shows up looking for Zeus, you figure he's the way to getting the hell out of there.

Squares Filled: free space (2022) for @thorbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Most people know you as Hebe, the Goddess of youth but you like to be called Y/N. You have never left Olympus to explore other worlds and bestow your gift upon others. People come to you from all over for you to give them their youth back, but you can do so much more than that. You can restore youth for any living thing, which is why you’re in charge of restoring nature back to its glory days.

There are plentiful goddesses that deal with nature who can do a much better job than you, but you were tasked by your father, Zeus, to do this. No one disobeys him or questions him, so you have to do this. Not that you mind much since you love being out in nature and taking care of it.

You walk past some bushes that are wiltering a bit so you run your fingers over it to give them their life back. They bloom back to life as if they were years younger. The flowers on the bushes bloom with bright colors as they are restored to their youth. You do this to the trees in the area and watch as the leaves go from a sickly brown color to bright green.

There are thousands of other planets that can benefit from your powers but Zeus won’t let you leave. Your mother, Hera, has tried hundreds of times to get all of her children to leave but he won’t listen to her. So, instead of doing something meaningful with your life, you’re stuck on Olympus doing the same thing every single day. This place is filled with gods and goddesses that come and go while you’re stuck wishing for something more to happen.

You’ve just finished restoring life to a tree when something glints off the sunlight in the sky. You cover your eyes so you can see what’s going on when a large ship comes crashing to the surface of Olympus. You jump out of the way just as it crashes down on all the nature you’ve worked hard to restore. Two goats are on the outside of the bow. A rainbow bridge follows in their footsteps and disappears once they’ve landed.

Four people get out of the ship without a car that they’ve destroyed something as delicate as nature. They walk right past you despite the shocked look you’re giving them. No one else seems to care about the falling ship except for you.

“What the hell is your problem?” you ask and jog to catch up with them. “You ruined my garden.”

The second biggest of all of them turns around to tell you off but stops. He used to think Jane was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen but that all changes when he locks eyes on you. This is Olympus full of beautiful goddesses but you’re nothing like what he’d expected. He has a time-sensitive mission but he can put it on hold for five minutes just to talk to you.

“I’m sorry,” Thor stutters.

You have to admit, he is quite attractive but that doesn't mean he should get away with what he’s done.

“Who are you four?”

“My name is Thor, and this is Jane who is also a Thor but not the true Thor like I am. She used to be human, which she still is, but she is able to pick up Mjolnir which is why she can be a Thor,” Thor stutters.

“What he’s trying to say is that he’s Thor, she’s Jane, this is Korg and I’m a Valkyrie.”

“Ah, I’ve heard about you,” you say to Thor. “I heard you released Sutur to destroy your home. You aided in the fight against Thanos.”

“Yes, that was me,” Thor blushes.

“I’m going to scout this place out,” Jane says and takes off flying with Mjolnir.

Valkyrie and Korg leave Thor alone with you to scout on foot.

“Who are you?”

“People know me as Hebe but I like to go by Y/N. I’m the Goddess of youth. I was just restoring youth to that garden you so rudely smashed into.”

“Sorry about that,” he chuckles nervously. Something clicks in his head and it shows in the way his eyes light up. “Your father is Zeus.”

“That bastard,” you roll your eyes. “He’s practically everyone’s father around here but yes, he’s my biological father. I hate his guts.”

“Maybe you can help me then.”

“What are you guys doing here? It’s not every day that someone comes crashing out of the sky. Or did you just want to ruin my garden for nothing?”

“No,” he chuckles. “I need to talk to Zeus. Is there any way my friends and I can do that?”

“I’m sure there is but you can’t do it privately. He likes to host meetings with all the gods and goddesses as a sort of touch base. One is happening very shortly.”

“Great, let’s go,” Thor says and walks past you.

“Hold on hot shot,” you say and turn to face him. “It’s an invite-only.”

“Are you invited?”

“All the children of Zeus must attend so yes, I am.”

“Great! You can get us in.”

You walk toward Thor and put a hand on his very muscular chest.

“Why would I reward you for ruining my garden?”

“I’m sorry?”

“No, I don’t want your apology.”

“What do you want?”

“I want a kiss. Right here,” you point to your cheek.

“Really? Okay,” Thor shrugs.

Thor leans down to press a kiss to your cheek but you move your face at the last second so that your own lips capture his. He’s shocked but doesn’t pull away from you. He thought you were beautiful the second he laid eyes on you, so kissing you is a plus. Your mother is the Goddess of Marriage and Childbirth so naturally, flirting and romance come easily to you. You pull away from him after a couple of minutes and produce a ticket for him.

“Wait, I have three friends with me.”

“No, only you,” you smirk and walk away from him.

You should have known he was going to find some way to get his friends into the meeting. You’re sitting next to your siblings and mother but notice four people walk in wearing disguises. You can see past Thor’s disguise and can only assume his three friends are the other ones in disguise. Thor scans the area until his eyes land on yours. You smile and shake your head to which he shyly shrugs.

“Zeus! Zeus! Zeus!” everyone chants to welcome the most powerful God.

A thundercloud appears high in the room as he creates a platform for himself and his entourage. Everyone cheers when he makes an appearance but you roll your eyes in boredom. He conjures his special thunderbolt and throws it into the air. It splits into several smaller bolts and flies into the air all around the room.

As soon as the introduction is over, everyone falls silent so that they can hear what Zeus has to say.

“First order of business is where we should hold the orgy!” Disgust fills your face at the thought of participating. “The second order of business is to discuss the winners for the most human souls sacrificed in the name of a God.”

You groan and face plant into the palm of your hand wishing you could be anywhere but here. Thor’s whispers to his friends can be heard even from where you’re sitting, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by Zeus.

“Excuse me, who is talking?” Zeus asks and everyone looks at Thor. “You there! Why are you interrupting me?” Thor stands up to talk but is a bit quiet due to being put on the spot. “No, I can’t hear you. Please come up to the stage.”

Thor hates being put on the spot like that but knows this has to happen. He makes his way to the stage in front of everyone nervously. Now that he has everyone’s attention, he begins talking about the real reason why he’s here.

“Gods of the universe, I come here to ask for your help, to raise an army. Gorr, the God Butcher has made himself known and is slaughtering Gods in his path. He’s left nothing but chaos in his wake. With your help, we can crush him before he kills anyone else.”

As pressing as this issue is, Zeus isn’t interested in hearing about it.

“That guy killed a couple of low-level Gods. Boo-hoo. If that’s all, go back to your seat and be quiet.”

“Did you not hear what I just said? He’s murdering en masse.”

“I’ll tell you this one time. Sit down and be quiet or else you won’t get invited to the orgy.”

Of course, your dad will pass this off as nothing.

“Zeus, we must do something! You have to listen to us!”

Zeus gets impatient and sends bolts of lightning to Thor’s wrists which he shackles to the ground so he can’t go anywhere. Zeus’ platform lowers to the stage so he can be closer to him.

“I’m going to take off your disguise so I can see you for who you really are.” Zeus flicks the clothes off Thor but flicks too hard and ends up stripping him naked. Your mouth drops open at the sight of his cock. He’s really big for a God. It’s not surprising given his nature, and he’s not even hard. He looks over at you and you close your mouth to give him a smile and a thumbs up. “What about the others? Should I flick them too?”

“Nope! Disguise gone!”

All three of his friends stand and take off their disguises so the same thing won’t happen to them.

“Ah, Asgardians. I thought we’d seen the last of you when Odin died. You are Thor, the God of Thunder.”

“Zeus, this is bigger than us. He’s taken Asgardian children!”

“Who do you think we are? The God police? Every God watches over their own people so Asgardian problems are Asgardian problems.”

“Why won’t you listen to what he has to say?” you ask loudly and stand up. “People are dying and you don’t even care?”

“Sit down young lady,” your father points to you.

“Y/N, sit,” your mother says and yanks you back down to your seat.

“How the mighty have fallen. My hero, Zeus, afraid,” Thor glares.

Everyone gasps at the insult which Zeus doesn’t take lightly. He leaves his platform and steps onto the stage. He walks over to Thor to speak to him privately even though there are hundreds of eyes on them.

“A couple of things,” Zeus says quietly to Thor and gets really close to him. “Yes, I am scared. Gorr has the Necrosword which means he can kill us. Not good. Two, I know you’re trying to do the right thing. I understand and admire that about you, but all you’re going to do is cause panic and that’s not good. We are safe here. You, my friend, are safe here. Three, don’t talk back to me. I flicked too hard. I’ll put your clothes back on.”

Zeus steps back and uses his power to put clothes back on Thor, and you find yourself wishing he kept them off.

“If you’re not going to help us, then let us use your weapon,” Thor suggests. “We need your lightning bolt.”

“My lightning bolt is called Thunderbolt. If you’re going to use someone’s secret weapon then you should at least get the name right when you ask.”

“Fine, can I borrow Thunderbolt?”

Thunderbolt!” Zeus yells and summons his weapon. He begins showing off the thunderbolt by throwing it in the air, spinning it on his finger like a basketball, and snapping it in half only to slam it together. He turns and throws Thunderbolt into the backdrop where his throne sits. You roll your eyes at the way he’s behaving.

“No!” Zeus smirks. “Don’t worry, the God Butcher won’t reach Eternity!”

The smile is lost from your face at the mention of Eternity. Every universe in the multiverse compiles into one being called Eternity. Whoever reaches it first will be granted their desires. What might happen if the God Butcher reaches it first? What might be his desire?

“If he seeks the Eternity altar, that means he could wipe us out at once,” Thor says. “Zeus, we must act now.”

“He won’t reach it. He doesn't have the key.”

“Fine, then we’ll just have to go at this alone.”

“I don’t think so,” Zeus smirks. “This place is known only to Gods and if you leave, the God Butcher could use you to gain our location. This isn’t good. Now you must stay. Guards!”

Four guards walk onto the stage to take Thor prisoner and he looks over at his friends.

“Hey, can we go with my plan now?” Valkyrie asks.

“Yes.”

“Hell yeah!” Jane shouts and throws her hammer at a guard, killing him.

All three of his friends and Thor attack the guards that come onto the stage, and you watch with shock at the fight. Thor and his friends seem to be doing okay at killing every guard that comes onto the stage, and Zeus takes this as a sign to step in. He grabs Thunderbolt and throws it at one of Thor’s friends, Korg. Thunderbolt penetrates his chest and is summoned back to Zeus.

“Korg!” Thor yells.

“Thor, I’m perishing!”

Korg crumbles to rocks and Thor turns to Zeus with anger in his eyes.

“You’re next Odinson!”

Zeus throws Thunderbolt at Thor but the God catches it in his hand. His eyes shine bright blue with electricity and turn Thunderbolt into a blue one. He throws it back at Zeus which goes straight through his heart. You gasp and stand up as you witness your father fall to the ground dead.

More guards come rushing in to avenge Zeus’ death as Thor goes to his rock friend. He’s not dead but he doesn’t have a body. He’s only a face that they can use. Valkyrie ties him to her back as she fights, and he sounds the mystical whistle to call for the goats. Seconds later the same boat that crashed into your garden comes crashing through the glass skylight. The goats fly around everywhere without a place to land.

This is it. This is your opportunity to get the hell out of Olympus. You use all your strength to jump onto the platform high in the sky and grab Thunderbolt. Thor jumps onto the platform to see you with the weapon he needs in your hand. Everyone else is already on the ship so it’s now or never.

You can either go with them or hand over the weapon.

“Well, what is it going to be?”

You look at your mother who gives you a thumbs up. That’s all you need to make a decision.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Let’s go,” he chuckles.

You two jump onto the boat just as Thor uses Stormbreaker to put his war clothes back on. This is it. This is the adventure you’ve been wishing for.

x

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[brokenpieces-72]

Radio Silence

CoD Ghosts Cryptid Hunter AU | Navigation

TW: violence, cryptids, some body horror, let me know if I missed anything

Next morning you have a thermos with your tea inside. Some men in your old regiment would have flasks tucked away with booze, energy drinks or even Mountain Dew. You always kept tea around. Anytime someone asked for a sip you warned them it was hot, and got weird looks. It was their own fault when they burned their tongues.

You nurse your thermos, as you focus on the briefing. A pen in hand, you scribbled away in your journal, taking notes of the creatures Elias was discussing had been sighted recently. Some you already knew, with more information being relayed. You write it down and intend to enter them later on, when you can sort the notes better. The others are either writing notes or listening closely. The more information you had memorized the easier and faster it was to take out the monsters.

Then Elias brought up the problem target. Siren head.

You didn’t think it was possible to be this uneasy looking at a tornado siren with legs. Apparently this thing was gonna be a problem. Sound was extremely important to communication in the field. Long distance communication especially. This thing had not only power over radio waves and signals, but the plant you’d be infiltrating was also messing with plenty of tech. Kick was trying not to rage at the computer screen as a result, and was working like mad to maintain the fire wall. Taking out these walking signal jammers would make communication easier and safer, while also rattling the Federation a bit. While they would be getting their comms and orders back up and running properly, it gave your team some extra ground and the chance to make more.

When Elias showed the plant on screen, Logan kicked you under the table.

“The hell?” You asked, quietly. Logan nodded to the screen and you looked. The plant was the same as where you led the wyvern only a couple of nights ago. Once Elias finished the briefing about how they would get in and hopefully take out siren head David chimed in.

“We might have some help.” He added.

“Go on.” Elias said.

“We chased a wyvern to that same location just a couple nights ago. Figured it was spooked by something but couldn’t figure out what. It landed fine, but based on the images it’s flown off to spot we found it previously.” David said.

“Without a bond it will be more difficult to recruit a creature. If it comes down to it though it’s something to consider. If a bond is deemed necessary, Valkyrie you will be the one to form it, understood?”

You gave him a nod. "Yes sir."

“Alright let’s get moving.” Elias said.

The briefing room dispersed, with only muttered conversation and words. You looked among the few men for your father, linger in the back of the group. The search ended suddenly when Keegan whipped his head around to look for you. You paused, in front of him while the rest kept going. Keegan’s eyes were wild for a moment before he softened and looked around the room.

“Dad?” You said, leaning closer to where he was looking. Was someone around? You saw Riley continuing on with the Walker boys without little worry or care. Keegan turned his attention to you. After a quick scope you tugged him aside. “What’s going on?”

“Not important right now.” He told you. That was a lie. Keegan is a calm and collected type of person, not much could throw him off. Except…

“Is she okay?” You asked. Keegan didn’t want to answer that because honestly he wasn’t sure.

“Nessie is distressed but…” he looked at you. “Might just be her baby.”

“Wha-how when?” You asked. Keegan never got the chance to properly tell you that Nessie had a little one. “Is that even possible? I thought she needed a mate or is it-“

“I know I know.” Keegan knew you would be asking five hundred questions and there was a mission to get to. Honestly he’d hoped to tell you after the mission. Nessie’s little one had been born not long ago, and he didn’t get the chance to take you to visit her. The sudden feeling he got, he assumed was the baby getting into something it shouldn’t have. It was a feeling he used to get with you when you were younger. “It’s wearing off now. Right now focus on the objective.”

Here’s the thing about Sirenheads… they are tall, terrifying, and tricky. Radios were too high risk to use. Siren heads could imitate and alter the transimissions easily, relaying fake instructions and messages to teams. An easy lure to blood baths. Everything had to be communicated silently and visually. You had a bracelet with buttons that would send a light to the other bracelets, signalling your status. The plan was infiltrate the plant, cut off the sirenheads, and hopefully get Kick to regain some sanity.

The briefing went over siren head… but not siren heads. Which was what you had to deal with. The wyvern returning home, might have meant more monsters to drive it away again, or security had increased since the Ghosts had made themselves known again. They seemed to be scoping around, letting out loud blaring horns to each other. They don’t have eyes so you had to assume echo location was the reason for the horns. They were fucking loud and infrequent so you were kept on your toes.

Riley was doing his best not to whimper or bark back at the noise, ears flattening each time. Every blare sent the four of you into hiding, keeping quiet. Not much was going to kill them, so stealth was an absolute must. Dropping close was not an option, and moving around in the dark was far too risky, even with night vision gear. The mission started early in the morning, just as the first bits of light were peaking through. By now it was a little earlier than midday, and you were still marching. Thank god the monsters couldn’t smell, otherwise you wouldn’t have a chance to eat. When you took breaks you had to hide away still, and sitting wasn’t an option. You were grateful for lighter gear, though your sweat made the face paint around your eyes, itchy.

You took a moment to rest again, get some food in you and pressed a small button on a bracelet. The light on the bracelet blinked red and the three of you waited for a response. Riley was sniffing around for any danger. The light continued to blink red and you started getting nervous.

“You don’t think…” you trailed off quietly.

“Give it a minute.” Logan assures you. Almost on cue, the light changed to solid blue. You let out a quiet breath. The light then blinked green which meant keep going. David jerked his forward, ordering the group to press on. Ever the leader, you think to yourself leading your small team onward. You walked in a loose triangle with Riley between Logan and David, with you off to the side.

Your group maybe gets a few feet before there is another horn and you take cover, getting low and crouching. This one was loud, louder than the ones before and you could hear something coming closer towards you. Something big. Your ears are ringing from the sound but you have to ignore it, listen past it. You keep quiet, and only take a peek to make sure you know where the boys are. Logan’s dark mask covered him well, as did David’s face paint. Your half face mask and paint did the trick for you, as did your camo gear but it didn’t mean you couldn’t be spotted. As you leaned forward and spotted Riley sticking close to Hesh, you nearly slammed yourself back into place as a dried meaty limb dropped into view. Fucking hell, why was it so close?!

You held your breath, going completely still. There was the sound of static noise above you from the creature. It wasn’t moving. It had stopped in its path and was scoping. Very slowly and carefully you raised your hands to your ears, making as little sound of your own as possible. You waited with bated breath for the deafening sound. One sounded further away and you were ready for it. Suddenly the siren head moved, turning towards the sound… turning towards you. No, please no. You see movement out of the corner of your eyes where siren head was. Fuck fuck....You felt the vibrations from the foliage around you, as it lowered to all fours, almost spider like in its stance. Fuck! Don’t move. If you move you’ll make noise, it shouldn’t be able to see you. You tensed, bracing for the impact. You turned your head just a little, if only to get a better view of horror, wanting to face it yourself. You were met with a teeth inside a megaphone, opening, ready to kill.

You reached for a grenade, but you weren’t fast enough.

The siren head was snatched up, the scream it was abou tto unleash on you, feeling like a light smack to your ear drums before it was cut off. What the hell?! You looked up and saw siren head looking like an over sized snake in the claws of a hawk. It cried out in distress before being slammed down and thrashed against the ground. You stared incredulously as the siren head was back on all fours. The cryptid seemed to be shock itself as it looked around trying to figure out what happened.

It didn’t get much longer to think about as you heard a familiar cry coming in for another strike. A winged mass struck the siren head from behind skidding on top of it, and taking out a few trees. You heard the sound of dried meat being torn apart, mixed with what you can only describe as an old radio having its stations changed at random. You stayed quiet, and very hesitantly looked back to see the damage. Logan signalled you from across the newly made clearing to remain hidden. You pulled back, not getting enough of a view. You waited, hearing some more blasts from the siren heads, overhearing their kin in distress. The cacophony is overwhelming and you can see your bracelet blinking white. A warranted check in, but one you had to wait on.

Once the radio stations became nothing but static you looked to Hesh. No signal to move yet. Then there was quiet, the static cut off. David put a finger to his lips and signalled to come out of hiding. You stood, letting your legs feel some relief from crouching. You came out, with David and Logan meeting you, and Riley move towards your saviour. You were still coming down from the shot of adrenaline, even checking to make sure you hadn’t removed the pin from the grenade you intended to throw into the siren head’s mouth. Suddenly arms were around you and your face was pressed into a camo jacket. You could hear him sigh with relief.

“You okay?” Logan whispered, holding your shoulders, and looking at you. You nodded and David pat Logan’s shoulder as he stepped around the two of you. You looked at Hesh and then turned your attention to where he was looking.

On top of the mangled siren head was an old acquaintance. The three of you stood there stunned at the wyvern whose jaw and claws were stained with dry blood, on top of the torn open back of its victim. The wyvern turned its head towards your trio with Riley taking the front. Riley didn’t growl but was poised to attack at any moment.

“Do we approach it?” You asked, now fearing you might startle the wyvern. As if sensing your hesitation the wyvern approached, cautiously. You held your breath again. It was a few feet from Riley who barked to get its attention.

“Riley!” Hesh whisper shouted to the dog. The wyvern lowered its head to Riley’s level, growling softly. Riley let out a few softer barks, and the wyvern raised its eyes to your trio. It then backed off and opened its wings in triumph, but it didn’t roar. Riley turned around, returning to the group and booped your wrist with his snout. Shit the bracelet was still flashing.

You pressed a button informing the other party you were okay. They probably heard everything. The other sirenheads as well.

You needed a minute to settle, and the wyvern took off to the sky. After some water, and confirming the coast was clear you got back on track. Up above, the wyvern was circling within view. If it had fled home because of the siren heads, it certainly wasn’t bothered by them now. You don’t know what Riley had said to it but it seemed to understand your objective. The next time you are forced to hide the wyvern comes in diving like a scaled missile, and tearing it like a dog with a newspaper.

By the time you reached the plant and took cover, awaiting the other team you’d seen at least three siren heads slaughtered by the winged Titan. It now awaited above for the results of the infiltration.

Both teams took cover by the gate entrance, keeping watch for any unwanted guests.

You open fired on the men on the ground before focusing your attention to the satellites, where you could make out snipers. You looked back when you heard the siren heads ringing out a fuss. The wyvern wasn’t about to leave you out to dry, it wanted its home back. It picked up the monsters by their megaphone heads and whipped them around before tossing them away. Logan set the breaching charge on the door of the building, and you filed inside.

Your back was taken advantage of as you entered. A federation soldier came at you from behind. Merrick barked out your name, you turned blocked parried the knife, whacking your attacker in the with you gun. In his dazed state you shot him in the head. Dropped like a bad habit. The ghosts were split up again, with your team searching for any supernatural sources or other information. Riley led the way. Alarms were soundinginh but they were nothing compared to what you’d already faced. Riley barked and scratched on a door, leading to a broadcasting room. You and Logan got in position and Hesh opened the door. The three of you entered the room spread out and what you saw nearly made you throw up.

A man was slumped over the desk where one would make announcements. If you could call him a man. His flesh looked like that of the siren heads, merging into wires that were connected to a switch board. It was like some sick infection that was spreading into technology.

Hesh radioed, “Hesh to Scarecrow, we’ve found the source over.”

“Roger that Hesh, you are free to eliminate.”

Hesh ordered for open fire, and you delivered, wanting to put an end to whatever sick ritual this was. Blood burst from the corpse with it starting to swell.

“Fall back! Fall back!” Hesh ordered, withdrawing. You booked it out of there with your teammates, seeing the swelling continue. Logan shoved you to side once you were out of the room, before there was a gory explosion.

“Hesh to Scarecrow. Objective complete on our end, over.” Hesh radioed from the other side of the doorway.

“Loud and clear Hesh, we’re done here. Rendezvous at the evac point.” Elias ordered. You followed your brothers as they rushed out of the building, taking down any federation soldiers still standing.

Once you got outside you found your wyvern friend standing atop another kill, seemingly pleased to see you. You didn’t have time for pleasantries aside from a quick interaction. You hurried over, shouldering your weapon, the wyvern lowered its head. You gave it a quick neck scratch, and it let out purring sound.

“Thank you for saving my ass. Stay safe yeah?” You said. It seemed to nod, and took off as you turned and followed after your team.

As you climbed into the chopper you looked back smiling, seeing the wyvern doing victory laps over its regained home.

“Valkyrie, move your ass.” Merrick ordered. You got in and the door was slid shut. Mission accomplished.

When you returned to base you thanked Merrick for covering your ass. He just reminded you to watch it next time so he wouldn’t have to. Fair enough, you looked forward to your sparring practice. There was a debrief before you washed yourself with you, David and Logan explaining what happened to kick up the noise. Apparently, it had actually been advantageous, because the noise drew the siren heads closer to the three of you. No bond had been established either which was equally impressive.

Once you finished in the shower you were honestly ready to crash. But you wanted to know about Nessie. You found your dad, actually scratch that, your father found you. Keegan wanted to know the full details of what happened. You found somewhere more private to talk, to give him a more thorough debrief. Keegan seemed anxious as you explained everything.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” He asked.

“Would tell you if I wasn’t.” You said. Keegan knows you a little better than that. You were nearly killed, if there hadn’t been a giant wyvern to save you, you would be in a body bag, not in front of him. Something told you though that his concern wasn’t just him being a father. He was fearing for something else.

“How is Nessie?” You asked. Keegan is quiet. “Dad?”

“She was panicking a few times during that mission, but I can’t be sure if it was me, or her.” Keegan said, looking more wiped than you. He’d taken time to wash his face paint off, but you could still smell some sweat.

“Should we check on her?” You asked.

“I’ve talked to Elias, but tracking down Rorke is the priority. He doesn’t want us to spread out too far.” Keegan said. “I’ll be needed for a mission coming up.”

“I could go with David and Logan.” You offered. “Haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“You have to talk to Elias and get the okay from him.” Keegan reminded you. That you could do.

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[keerysfreckles]

saving you - peter parker

pairing: tom!peter x stark!reader

warnings: use of y/n, she/her, swearing, mentions of blood and fighting (scenes used from endgame)

a/n: i love peter parker sm i just HAD to write another blurb (also for my bexi boo mwah)

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y/n never thought she'd fight a giant purple alien from space, let alone fighting him twice. five years ago she was on titan fighting the alien, then she blipped, alongside half of the world.

five years later she's on the same planet fighting the same purple asshole.

herself and others all came out of different sized portals created by doctor strange. y/n walked out with peter parker, her best friend. she looked around, seeing the army of avengers, ready to fight the battle.

her and peter, and everyone else, got in their positions as they heard steve, "avengers. assemble."

and with those two words, the team of most likely one hundred people ran towards thanos' army.

sam and valkyrie ended up in the sky at some point during the battle, while everyone else mostly stayed on the ground. scott turned huge again since the fight in germany, and immediately started stomping on the evil aliens.

the rest of the avengers started fighting the aliens that remained on the ground. bucky snd rocket shooting them together, with groot branching his arms through the aliens' bodies.

y/n and peter never left each others side as they ran towards the battle. the avengers' goal was to get tony's gaunlet away from thanos once it had all six infinity stones in it. all they had to do was get thanos' gaunlet, easy.

ten minutes pass and most of the avengers are injured while lying on the ground, the only few remaining are tony, steve, thor, peter, y/n, clint, valkyrie and pepper.

dealing with the team of eight they have, they create a plan to beat thanos.

"y/n, sweetheart i know you can fight and i know you can fight well," tony starts, placing his hands on his daughters shoulders, "but i need you to run away, i don't want you anywhere near here when we get the stones, capisce?"

a concerned look shows up on y/n's face, "what? dad, no, i'm not just leaving you guys here. let me he-"

y/n got cut off by tony hugging her, followed by pepper hugging her as well.

the family of three backed up from each other. tony looked back to the rest of the remaining avengers, giving y/n the signal to walk away.

yes, she was going to walk away from the problem, but as she saw her father, and peter start running towards thanos she knew she couldn't just watch.

taking out the ninja stars she has in her suit, she throws them at thanos' wrist to try and get his gaunlet off.

"what- y/n! i told you to run!" tony yells from inside his suit, while blasting thanos.

"i told you, i'm not just leaving you guys!" y/n yells.

tony backs away slightly, before finding clint with the red iron man gauntlet. tony takes it from him and passes it to peter. "peter run!" tony yells before going back to fight with thanos.

y/n watches as peter runs from thanos with her dad's gaunlet.

peter runs as fast as he can before he gets knocked down into a pile of rubble. a giant blue and yellow beam comes down in front of him.

"hi- hello," peter stutters to the blonde woman, "i'm peter parker."

"well peter parker," the woman starts, "you have something for me?"

peter nods as he hands her tony's gaunlet before she flies off.

peter stands up from the rubble, and watches in shock as y/n is on thanos' shoulders trying to fight him.

"y/n!" he yells as he watches thanos throw the poor girl at least 100 yards away. peter immediately runs after to look for her, "um- mr. stark, sir i'm going to try and find y/n."

"oh you better find my daughter alive parker," tony grumbles into the teams shared intercoms.

finally seeing the sight of y/n rolled over onto her side, holding her stomach, peter removes the nano-tech mask from his face.

he rolls y/n over to see the girl with dust and small marks of blood on her face. "hey, hey y/n you gotta wake up. your dad's gonna kill me if you don't," peter laughs, shaking the girl.

"cmon, please wake up."

tears brim peter's eyes, seeing the girl he's fallen in love with get hurt right in front of his eyes.

the only thought going through the boys mind was that he never got to tell her how he felt.

as he talked on his com, his voice was weak. "mr- mr stark i need help! she isn't waking up!"

tony's heart rate drops. disregarding the giant purple alien in front of him, he flies over to where he saw peter run off to. he flies down to the ground to be met with an unconscious y/n in peter's arms.

"friday, read y/n's vitals," tony instructs his ai.

"vitals steady. oxegyn decreased 20%. heartbeat decreased 10%."

"shit," tony mumbles. "you stay with her kid, i have to beat this asshole," he gestures back to thanos. "keep her alive!" tony yells as he flies back to the main fight going on.

peter looks down at y/n again, still with tears threatening to spill over. "y/n," his voice cracks, "please don't leave me."

the tears mentioned before finally spill, leaving peter's cheeks hot and lips trembling. he leans down and presses his lips to hers, while holding her jaw in his hand.

"please, please, please," peter kept mumbling against her lips, tears not decreasing in pace.

peter notices y/n start breathing heavier, he starts shaking her again. "hey, hey cmon, y.n wake up. i cant lose you, i just can't y/n."

peter sighs, "i love you."

y/n starts coughing slightly, before rolling over onto her hands and knees and coughing more than before.

peter immediately starts rubbing his hand up and down her back, "hey, thatta girl," he laughs slightly, glad she's okay, "cough it all up."

"oh my god," y/n gasps, before sitting on her knees on the ground.

"are you okay?" peter asks, keeping his hand on her lower back. y/n only nods, while peter places a kiss on the top of the girls head.

"i love you too," y/n whispers after leaning her head against peter's shoulder.

breaking away from each other, the two teenagers turn around to see a giant multicolored beam shoot up into the sky, yet the two didn't see thanos with the gaunlet at all.

y/n gasps lightly, before running to where the others were. peter followed after, "no, no, no," y/n keeps mumbling to herself as they got closer to the rest of the team.

peter got in front of y/n, incase anything was a threat to them. y/n couldn't see what was going on, but she saw the group surrounding someone lying on the floor.

she looked around, not seeing her father anywhere. a thousand thoughts flooded the girls' mind.

she heard peter talk to someone, but his words were muffled as her brain wouldn't let her think the worst possible solution happened.

pepper holds peter in her arms, comforing the boy, which left a small pathway for y/n to go through.

"dad," y/n whispers, jogging to her father who was leaning against a piece of a broken ship. "dad hey, cmon, get up. we have to go back home."

y/n grabs his hand as she starts crying, she couldn't hold her tears back any longer.

tony looks up at his daughter weakly before placing his other hand on the side of her face, "tell parker he better take good care of you," tony says weakly, making y/n nod and smile softly.

tony leans up with the rest of the energy he has left and kisses y/n's cheek. y/n and the rest of the group watch as tony leans back against the broken ship, and see his arc reactor light dim.

"no, no, no, no," y/n keeps mumbling tapping on the arc reactor.

her heart drops when the light fully turns off. everything around her goes quiet as she leans her forehead on her fathers chest.

this was it. she'd never see him again. never talk to him again. never tell him how her first day of senior year was. never tell him how amazing her first date with peter went. nothing.

pepper lets go of peter to go bid tony a final goodbye. peter helps y/n up off of her father and immediately holds her head to his own chest.

he tries his best to calm her down by cooing to her.

"shhh."

"it'll all be okay."

"you're so strong, you're going to get through this."

"i'll always be here for you."

"i'll always protect you y/n."

y/n lifts her head to look peter in the eyes. "you better not leave me parker," y/n kisses his cheek.

"never in a million years," the boy replies, holding the girl close to him, kissing the top of her head again.

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𖤓 A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES MASTERLIST 𖤓

One shots:

- ❥ indicates personal favourite*

- ✧ indicates angsty themes*

- ✿ indicates fluffy themes*

Azriel

It’s not what it looks like. —Canon AU ✧

Summary: Azriel & y/n used to be best friends until she finds him kissing someone. He tries to explain but she doesn’t listen, she moves away to the dawn court to pursue her dream, five years later and she’s back in the night court. Azriel won’t let her get away from him again, he needs to explain to her that he loves her and no one else.

Haunted house Modern AU ✿

Summary; who’s idea was it to go to a haunted house? That never ends well. Thank the Gods it’s not a horror movie, or they’d be dead.

The one that got away —Canon AU ✧

Summary: Y/N is Azriel’s best friend and a Valkyrie in training, she bears affection for Azriel, but the one she loves adores Elain Archeron, a far better match. . .

I’ll wait for you —Canon AU ✧

Summary: it didn’t matter if it was summer or winter Solstice, Azriel spent it with you—even if you weren’t with him.

Baby, I’m yours —Canon AU ✧

Summary: UTM was hard for everyone, but especially for Azriel and Y/N. Mainly Y/N.

Butterflies—Canon AU ✿

Summary: while Azriel is visiting Day court, he finds himself staring at the most beautiful female he has ever seen.

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Rhysand

The cooking class —Canon AU ✿

Summary: Feyre makes Rhys go to a couples cooking class with her, it turns out, both Feyre and Rhys aren’t very good at cooking. Especially Rhys.

River —Canon AU ✿

Summary: A warm summer day is rare in the city of Velaris, it would be stupid not to enjoy it while it’s still shining.

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Cassian

Daddy Cassian —Canon AU ✿

Summary: Nesta’s having a girls night at Rita’s so Cassian is in charge of taking care of their first born Jenn.

Continuing fics:

Azriel

The shadowsinger chronicles —Canon AU ✿

Summary: a combination of little stories about Azriel Shadowsinger and his wife, Gwyneth Berdara.

The Shadowsinger’s lover —Canon AU ✧ ✿

Summary: Rhys’ sister comes home, finally, and the the new members of the inner circle are surprised to learn that she (we are gonna call her ‘Selene’) and Azriel are Mates and have been for over two hundred years.

Lighten up all those shadows —Modern AU ✧ ✿

Summary; All her roommates had always been lazy and rude, that was, until she met Azriel, fell for him.

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Rhysand

None yet ):

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Cassain

None yet ):

Crossovers:

❥ Worlds apart —Canon AU ✧ ✿

Summary: Pain and suffering one after the other, Azriel decides that maybe he’s not meant for this world, but maybe he is meant for another…

Twin Flames —Canon AU ✧ ✿

Summary: Y/N had been born from a great darkness, and yet her soul burned brighter than any Firewielder. She didn’t care for someone who would try smother those flames, she wanted someone that would set them alight. . .

*All characters—excluding Y/N—belong respectively to @sjmaas.

Last updated 9th, September, 2024.

*Dividers by @cafekitsune

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Steggy Rec List

I meant to have this done at the beginning of the month in time for @steggyfanevents' Steggy Month but...that didn't end up happening ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It is still April though! Please enjoy some of my favorite fics about Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers, my favorite canon couple.

A Second Chance At Keeping Him Safe by @buckywiththegoodhair86 (Teen And Up Audiences, 69,126 words)

Summary: Peggy always wished there was more she could have done to save Steve. Then Howard finds the Valkyrie, and somehow, miraculously, Steve is still alive in the wreckage. But when Steve wakes up, they realize that not all of him survived the crash. He doesn't remember anything. At all. But Peggy wanted another chance to keep him safe and now she's got it. And she's not going to fail this time.

Fraternization by @doctorhelena (Teen And Up Audiences, 3,424 words)

Summary: As if Carter and Rogers weren’t bad enough separately. Phillips is getting too old for this.

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Coffee Talk by @indiefic (General Audiences, 1,435 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: Jack Thompson is sick of Peggy Carter thinking she can do whatever she wants. Also available as a podfic read by blackglass

Mind the Gap by @indiefic (Explicit, 27,106 words)

Summary: Set in 1974. Peggy is the fifity-five year old director of SHIELD and Steve's been found and thawed out. The series started as a drabble on Tumblr. Chapters have been updated so they are in chronological order.

Midnight Oil, Weaponized Aphrodisiacs, and Other Ignoramus Inventions by @indiefic (Explicit, 8,416 words)

Summary: General McGuinness stole one of Howard's more sinister inventions, Midnight Oil. Now the toxic compound is on the loose and America's golden boy has been exposed. Agent Carter to the rescue.

Twice Shy by justanotherStonyfan (Explicit, 13,976 words)

Summary: "What can I get you?" he said. "Hmm," she said, deciding what excuse to use as she pressed herself full-length against him in the darkness, as she slid herself upright beside him and pressed cool fingers to the center of his chest. "I'm…." She drew out the words, as though she were still considering what to tell him, what justification was needed, and Steve kept his eyes closed. He knew she could see him regardless of the lack of light. "…thirsty?"

6th and Williams by quigonejinn (Teen And Up Audiences, 1,453 words)

Summary: An hour passes, and so does the rain.

The Struck Bell by quigonejinn (General Audiences, 1,426 words)

Summary: Jean Grey inside Steve Rogers's head.

The Next Guy by @roboticonography (Teen And Up Audiences, 11,460 words)

Summary: "It’s the one subject that’s never open for discussion: Peggy’s grand love affair with Captain America. It’s not exactly a secret—in fact, it’s become something of a legend within the SSR. Everyone and their dog has a version of the romantic tale, pieced together through third-hand eyewitness accounts and wild speculation. There’s only one person Daniel wants to hear the story from, though, and she ain’t talking."

No Other Man by @roboticonography (Mature, 11,391 words)

Note: This is a sequel/companion to the previous fic

Summary: Peggy looks after a defrosted Steve during his recovery. But there are things she hasn't told him...

All Day, Every Day by @roboticonography (Mature, 21,143 words)

Summary: Steve is on his mission to return the Infinity Stones when his quantum suit glitches, and he finds himself sliding sideways through alternate realities, encountering different versions of himself. None of whom are particularly happy to see him. Can he do this all day? Time will tell!

if this is home by Siria (General Audiences, 17,145 words)

Summary: Steve keeps waking up in the wrong place.

Everything Old is New Again by Siria (Teen And Up Audiences, 8,460 words)

Summary: So maybe a job as an SSR desk clerk wasn't as glamorous as punching out Hitler more than two hundred times, but it still put a roof over Steve's head and food on the table.

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ROR (Record Of Ragnarok) headcanons/IDK drabble turned one-shot

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Jack The Ripper

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This is definitely not for kids!

Like if you're under 18 please just turn back. This is 18+ only!

Just to warn you guys, I literally watched this show almost in one night yesterday so bear with me. And then proceeded to write this. It was supposed to just be some headcanons. And then it turned into drabble and then one shot.

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh

I re-read this thing a couple of times. I tried to search the internet for quotes that would fit. Cause his character is really into quote'in and shit. I'm sorry if it isn't great I don't usually write so I tried my best. I just was filled with so much simpin' juice for this man at the time so I had to write cause I have no confidence in drawing his character with how badass he is.

Please enjoy!

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Really into aura shit

You got a nice aura? Better watch out. He might seek you out for that warmth if it's too similar to his mother's. Before she went kray- kray-.

Brah has a thing for cute shit

Based on his reaction with the Valkyrie chick he Völundr with. He's definitely into Lolita's.

I'm not a hundred sure what else he might be into. I feel like he's into the whole pure thing and wanting to A.) Corrupt it or B.) Cherish it.

Totally see him as a creep/closet pervert

Too much of gentlemen to be straight up creepy, buuutt still manages to push boundaries, tho whatcha gonna do

Brah is V from V for Vendetta but, minus the whole fuck parliament and being a charred turkey whose like woof- woof- for Evee Hamond.

Brah kept giving me flashes back to Batman by Gaslight.(Really good movie, guess what? Fet. Batman & Jack the Ripper. It's some badass shit.)

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Brraaahhh imagine just being some poor samp having to make ends meet in like one of the recognized most shittiest times. And its the dead of the night, walking home after your shift at the pub that ran later than you would prefer. But hey, money is money.

Everything is quite aside from the inebriated stumbling to their choice of den and the ladies of the night who waited on the curbs for potential customers. Preferably the quick and wasted ones.

Although the lamp wicks were burning bright thanks to the caretakers that serviced them. You being a dumb b*tch just trying to get home decide to pull the white girl move in the horror movie and walk into one of many dark decrepit alleys in London that were spread out like a cobble stone labyrinth.

Only to come across this motherfucker while passing through. Humming the London bridge is Falling Down while hunched over something behind one the local comunial waste bins. Obviously whatever it was had the bizarre-o ivory-haired man distracted enough to not notice your initial presence. If you were a normal self-preservation instinct still intact person you would've ran back the way you came.

Buuut that's too easy sooooo, no.

You—, you decide to play Blue's fuckin Clues and go stroll by the dude to see what he dooooin'.(Kinda like when there's a crash and everyone is like yoo I wanna see. But there's traffic so they slow just a little bit down when passing the crash to see what's up. Cause we all nosey b*tches. Don't lie.)

Didn't even take five steps before this crackhead whipped around to see who was approaching. And in the same short amount of time it took the mustached hetero-chromatic eyed dude to analyze your fluctuating aura of emotions. Meanwhile your ass noticed how this dude was fist deep in this lady's guts playin' doctor with a satchel of equipment at his side. Outfit drenched in the same burgundy colored ooze that flooded from the ripped open abscess in the abdomen of the obviously recently deceased women that was prompted up against the corner where the waste bin met the structure.

Before you could even think of back pedaling out of this situation. The pale haired man had launched himself on you. Quick to restrain you against the gross ass cobblestone wall of the ally way. In the right hand a common barbers knife that'd you find in any supplies shop in london—hovered threateningly above the thin skin of your throat. While the other was kept busy planting you against the wall by the roots of your still pinned up hair.

The desire to allow fear course into your veins was strong as you stared trapped in the heterochromatic pools of mania that belong to the person infront of you. Pools of crimson and glacier keeping you pinned. The former of the two holding almost supernatural glow to it. The gleam of it's light piercing through the veil of fog and darkness like the knife he so carefully wielded.

"What's a young maiden like yourself walking around at this hour in a place like this? And without a chaperon?" The mustached man inquired though obviously not out of interest but, amusement. Maintaining the manic look upon his pale aging features as he peered back into orbs of (y/e).

"It is a blind goose that cometh to a fox's sermon." The older gentleman cooed. Warm breath fan across the skin of your face leaving behind goosebumps in its wake.

The guy was definitely creepy.

Though not keen on being a damsel in destress of any kind. Your ass knew you wanted to survive this counter. And no one from the London yard to the hooker you passed on the corner is gonna help you now.

You had three options:

Scream

Fight

Reason

With a blade at your throat you might as well call yourself Marie Antoinette 2.0, if you chose the first option. Fighting with this dude would definitely be one-sided. From the fact that it took him 2.5 secs to over power you and contain you to a single spot. Yeah that's a no-go. And to be honest you weren't a hundred percent sure if reasoning would work on the psycho in front of you. Based off the fact he's staring at you like a mustached Cheshire Cat with a Mad Hatter's attitude. This is one fucked game of perseverance that you wish hadn't walked into.

Your last resort? You weren't completely sure what yet but one thing for sure; the way this night was looking so far this might be your last time underneath the moonlight. You might as well try something. It's not like you have anything left in your life to lose.

As you steeled your resolve in your mind. Your aura told the middle age man everything he needed to know.

At first glance it was nothing special. Just a cesspool of emotions primarily exhaustion and the normal stress that lays beneath every worrisome thought of the future and tomorrow's problems.

He was just going to rip her up like the predecessors that came before her. However, it was when he pinned her to the putride wall of the alleyway that he saw her true colors.

They shifted like a marvelous rainbow. One moment they were a stressful cobalt. The next a surprised cyan. Than a thoughtful calculative lime green.

However resting a deeper emotion sat next to the core in every flash of color. Remaining vigilant against an invasion from outside forces that threaten to penetrate the brigade that kept them at bay. Was a spec of regretful indigo. There it sat safe guarding the very thing that created its very being. So the same thing wouldn't happen again.

The array of sensitive colors dazzled his senses. The alternating emotions keep his interest peeked and the knife from laying any more pressure on your artery. His receptors in his nerves soaking up the vivid feelings like a dry sponge in the bath water. However unlike the sponge, his body just craved more.

He wanted to see the violet purple. The despair fill her heart. It was his favorite thing.

Swallowing a thick glob of saliva your (y/e) irises began to what you think is nonchalant but, isn't very chalant— scanning your surroundings. Looking for an opportunity to present itself despite the current obvious disadvantages. -cough- knife at your throat -cough- head at risk being slammed -cough-.

The creepy-ass grin from the creepy-ass man in front of you didn't help easing any tension in the little space between you two.

" Sir I nought know why you're doing this but, please allow me to pass onwards on my path. I cannot convict you. I don't even know your name nor what you look like." You reasoned (y/e) eyes filled with earnestness and your soul mirroring the same in a vivid courageous orange and a trepidious magenta.

Eyes trained with one another never breaking for a moment. Not even when his hand with the knife pulled away and was swiftly replaced with the left grasping your windpipe.

He hummed amused with your statement. How foolish you were to think ignorance could save you from your sealed fate.

" How rude of me..." He began.

Successfully instilling even further the threat that was to her life tonight. Not the drunktards who came in on a regular. Not the slim shit wages that barely kept her afloat. Not cholera(that one is a joke because of the time period and where they're at).

The mustached man right in front of her.

Typically he just kills whores. The women who remind him the most of his mother. Though if their soul shines a true brilliant viscous scarlet.... he doesn't mind making an exception or two. After all at the end they all become such a beautiful violet before it ends in white.

Taking an actual intake of her appearance she was certainly not a prostitute. Her bosom was properly strapped down by the corset underneath the fabric of her appropriately length dress that clung to her desirable frame. No cheap lard products to cover her natural appeal.

Only upon closer exception does he notice the faintest of a tan line from a band that has long since been removed.

A ring.

There had been a martial union and as evident with the lack of a band clasped around her dainty finger. It has been terminated. Divorced. Day-old goods that no one wants to touch.

The absence of it told him she had no one to return too.

That she was also abandoned.

That she was free for the taking if he pleased.

But, unlike most Lodon's fine selection of men. Jack actually did have manners.

And a criteria.

And before taking her in he needed to test her.

Can't have distrust in a budding relationship now can we?

" My name dear unwanted maiden is.... "

Hands like snakes from Garden of Paradise enclosed around your tranchea . Effectively sealing away the opening for the air to travel into your lungs.

"....Jack,..."

Cheshire Cat grin stretched across his pale complexion. The insanity in his eyes burning red hot like the poker in the fire.

"... Jack The Ripper! " He said with a joyous glee. Finally leaning in close enough that you could finally make out his full features.

"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest"

Pools of (y/e) widen with surprise as they maintained the direct line of eye contact with the killer who has been stalking the streets of White Chapel.

Tears fell from (y/n) sockets. Not out of fear or the tragedy of your death. But rather the hurt of knowing you'll never get the chance to have a family.

I'm sorry this next part is ridiculously darker than the rest of this one shot/drabble. IDK how I went down this path but, just warning the next part includes talks of divorce, implied inf@cide, implied ch!ld murder, mi$carriage, oh and I almost forgot just dap of pedo alert.0

Please continue with your own discretion!!!

Since the start you never got to have that family. You never knew your parents. They had left you at an orphanage. Lucky for you that they had room to spare. Most became water logged coffins sealing away the babes from undesirable fates.

It wasn't sunshine and rainbows at the orphanage. You had to pull your weight from a very young age. Those who didn't contribute didn't get food, those who resisted got sent away, anyone who didn't listen came back from lectures with welts and concussions. You pick and choose your battles. And you chose them very carefully for the first fifteen years.

Until you felt the need to defend yourself against one of the caretakers who wasn't so noble. You had shed first blood the summer before. And ever since had been on the edge due to prying eyes and wandering hands.

That summer you left the orphanage and headed to London. Hear say from villagers say all the jobs are in the cities now. Thanks to the Industrial revolution offering more opportunities than ever before.

You had gone. Worked at a textile plant for some time until you met your first husband. And became pregnant with your first kid.

....only to lose the fetus three months later due to the stress your body was under. Children take so much. Even before their born. The nutrients get sucked from the marrow and slowly you lost the battle.

Your husband blamed you, and you did too. You tired, tried, and tried. But, they just couldn't be kept.

It wasn't even a two years later that your first husband divorced you.

You always wanted to be able to try again. To have that child to love and hold, to cherish unconditionally like you wished you had been.

Though staring into those mix-matched pools of insanity. In one last attempt to not give into the fear of the impending end. You thought one last time about your dream.

Jack was both pleased and mystified

Instead of the violet purple he saw within most of his victims. He found a light source that resembled the embers that kept the Londoners warm through the ruthless winters. An eradecent hue that blend yellow and pink into what can only be described as a hug to the senses.

Relaxing and comforting. A guiding light to ease one to rest.

"And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief ".

Slowly hands like steel latches released their grasp from around your neck. Skin already blossoming with bruises in the shape of handprints.

Without the support holding you up your body slid towards the alley way floor to only be scooped up into Jack's arms, as if weighing nothing more than a few sheets of paper.

"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."

Too exhausted to fight off Jack's tight embrace between the near death experience and the shift you had worked before ever traversing down this alleyway.

(y/e) drifted shut as you listened to Jack whisper sweet quotes of adoration as he took you away. Going only gods know where.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd."

As the morning sun rose above the thick pea soup fog. Londoners would be too enthralled in the newest victim of the ripper to notice that there was another woman that the ripper had stolen. With no body to be found.

The five quotes here are quoted by(as in order of appearance)

John lyly

William Shakespeare

John Greenleaf Whittier

Mary Shelley

William Shakespeare

My other fur-baby is fed up with me editing this thing.

[viiisenyas]

15 lines of dialogue (For Elaena)

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

“I had hoped that Father would have been here for my wedding, but now he’s gone.”

“It’s the truth. He spoke the words to us, himself. He said Aegon would be the one to unite the realm, and he made no mention of my mother.”

“Five years ago, I negotiated sending hundreds of our prisoners to the Wall. I’m sure that Lord Stark will not forget a generous contribution to the Night’s Watch.”

“That’s the thing. I don’t know what it is to be loved by a husband. I only know what Aegon has shown me.”

“Prince Lucerys has been raised most of his life at Dragonstone. He can fly a dragon, yes, but can he command a fleet? I think not. The boy likely still doesn’t understand the difference between the mooring lines and tow lines.”

“He has no claim. And everyone knows it. Even without Ser Harwin’s public spectacle, it’s obvious. And now I have to reap the consequences of your choice in squeezing out his bastards.”

“Tell me what you did isn’t true, Aemond. Please tell me you didn’t murder my brother.”

“Unlike you, I am capable of setting my own desires aside to ensure my responsibilities are tended to.”

“I am not worthy of marriage.”

“I know she would be proud of both of you. Laena loved you very much, and she wouldn’t want you to forget that, all right?”

“Still feeding him lies, I see. The Velaryons are my kin, dear brother. You could at least show a sense of propriety for the sake of your own fucking sister.”

“He is abed with grief, Mother. You would know that if you actually bothered to attend to your family.”

“You didn’t put the dagger in his hands. The fault rests on Jace alone, Baela.”

“I am Laenor’s firstborn, Lord Beesbury. I would have a keener insight into the affairs of my family’s succession than anyone else seated here at this table.”

“Sometimes, the gods are just cruel.”

tagged by: no one, I snagged it from the dash ehehehe tagging: @samcadoodles, @tansyuduri, @lady-phasma, @oxygenforthewicked, @sulky-valkyrie, and anyone else who wants to!

[harperbrynne]

Gwyn Week Day 3: Titles

Gwyn has—and always will be—a sister.

“My sister and I used to braid bracelets and put these little charms on them full of wishes for each other.” She lifted a sack, dumping a few silver coins in her palm. They were no larger than her pinky nail, and as thin as a wafer. Her voice grew soft. “We believed that the wish would come true once the bracelet fell off.”

“Valkyries existed for millennia. But the War—the one five hundred years ago—wiped out most of them, and the few survivors were elderly enough to quickly fade into old age and die afterward. From the shame, legend claims. They let themselves die, rather than face the shame of their lost battle and surviving when their sisters had not.”

“You two came looking for me.”

“Of course we did,” Emerie said, interlacing her hand with Gwyn’s, then Nesta’s and squeezing tightly. “It’s what sisters do.”

@gwynweekofficial

[icey--stars]

Part 1: 2.8k words, Azriel's POV

Series Index (incomplete, on temporary hiatus) - { ao3 }

A story of finding solace in another. Azriel finds himself needing danger in a peaceful world, and what is better than the Autumn Court, ruled by his old nemesis, Eris Vanserra?

a/n: Welcome to part 1 of my gift to @catboyjamesbond for the 2023 ACOTAR Gift Exchange! I dearly hope you enjoy it because I'm so excited for it! This story will be 30 parts long, with parts 1-7 posted this week, daily, and then weekly updates up until it finishes!

The inspiration for this fic stemmed from two different songs as you may be able to see later into the fic... "Leave a Light On" by Tom Walker and "Tired" by Gavin James. There also happens to be a little bit of "Daylight" by David Kushner because I love the song and it fits them too well.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!!

~ 🎁 (P.S. Do you happen to have an ao3 account so I can gift it to you there as well?)

General Series Warnings: This story contains a lot of anxiety, alcohol and drug use, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, mentions of domestic abuse/violence and quite a few mature jokes (not recommended for minors) and eventual smut. Please be aware of these before you continue reading.

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: anxiety, mature/slight nsfw topics (not recommended for minors)

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Azriel

The world was quieter than it had been in more than five hundred years. With Hybern dealt with, and the courts allied together, with the human queens no longer causing trouble, and with Koschei’s death, everything was perfect. Right?

Azriel still couldn’t help but feel on edge. Every single moment of peace he’s ever had has always had some sort of string dangling him above the boiling water of danger. He didn’t mind it either. He had gotten used to dealing with danger, thinking it over, during the times of peace. He took time to think over what his spies told him, or what he’d seen on some mission–that was why he was normally silent. His brothers call it brooding, but he just used that time to think. To plan, to overthink some more.

It was typical to not have true peace. Azriel liked it, in some odd way. He enjoyed the thrill of it. It made him feel alive.

But now? There was no one to spy on. Hell, after Eris got control of the Autumn Court as their High Lord, everything was just… perfect. People were happy, his brothers had mates, and one had a child! He should be overjoyed and feeling elated. Cauldron– he couldn’t even hate Eris anymore, not in the wake of the truth from Mor. Eris had been young, and, in a way, saved Mor from the disaster of Beron getting his hands on her. Nobody could deny that, even if it had been horrible.

He wasn’t happy though. He just couldn’t get over that edgy feeling that he was dangling just over a cliff that would plummet him into something even worse than before. There wasn’t any cliff. There wasn’t even a damned ledge. He shouldn’t be feeling so remorseful. He shouldn’t be feeling so damn tired all the time.

He rarely got the chance to spar with his brothers these days. Rhysand had Feyre and Nyx to care for, in addition to the typical court procedures that Azriel didn’t have to deal with. Cassian had Nesta and was the main trainer for the Valkyries. Azriel still trained the lower-level priestesses, but it seemed as if everyone had moved on to the advanced sword maneuvers with Cassian. He helped, of course, by performing some twist of his arm or sparring with one of the trainees, but he missed what he had before.

During the reign of Amarantha, he and Cassian sparred every morning and every night. He didn’t want to have the bitch back, but he wanted his brother back. No matter how selfish that is. He might’ve been the silent type, the one that most people assume want space and not social interaction, but he needed that thrill of sparring with Cassian or Rhys. He craved it. He just felt so dead with only the occasional spar.

He felt useless. 

Most days, instead of using his shadows to spy on everyone, he was lying around, reading a book. When he did check on his shadows, every court, every Illyrian camp, every damned ruler was just living a peaceful, happy life. In the wake of the treaty reformation and Koschei’s death, the world was full of peace. Azriel had long since learned not to confuse silence with peace, but it seemed the world truly was peaceful. Nobody was plotting someone’s death at the moment.

Azriel was sitting on the edge of the training area, while Cassian finished up his last spar with Nesta, just staring off across Velaris. There was a shrill female shriek of frustration and the clanging of steel stopped. He turned, seeing Cassian pinning Nesta to the ground, as expected. Azriel stood, shaking out his wings and giving a small dip of his head to Cassian before leaping off into the skies. His shadows crowded around the apexes of his wings, clustering around the claw-like they were hanging on for dear life.

He glided down to his apartment. He’d bought it for privacy, and to get away from the mated couples. Rhysand and Feyre in the River House, Cassian and Nesta in the House of Wind, and Lucien and Elain in the townhouse. He didn’t like hearing the screams in the middle of the night. Rhys, of course, had offered to build him something, but he’d shook his head immediately, and pointed out the location on the coastal cliff area that he planned to buy. The High Lord had reluctantly receded his urge to give Azriel a new building.

He loved his apartment, to be honest. It was up on the very end of a street in a quieter area of Velaris. The part most people grew tired of was the continuous loud crashing of waves against the rock surf. Azriel loved it. It gave him a sound to zone out on. Silenced his mind for a few moments, even if he preferred the rustle of trees or the whistle of birds to the sounds of the ocean.

The building itself was two stories tall, and built wide on the bottom, with a study on the top, with the greatest view of Velaris and the sea of all. He opened the door, twisting the door knob of the black, mahogany wood door.

When you first entered the home, it was an open floor plan. There was a living room area directly ahead, with a few armchairs and a couch. To the right, there was a kitchen with pretty blue granite countertops. It was situated across the back corner, the counter curving along the right wall until it stopped at the dining room window area. A nice wide window to show the beautiful lights of Velaris around dinner time.

To the left of the house, there was a wall going through the living room that tightened the house into a hallway. Azriel walked down the hallway, closing his eyes briefly and navigating it by memory. 

The first door frame on the left was the stairs, also painted black. This entire house was either black or dark gray. He had a few paintings hung up, courtesy of Feyre, but not very many. He liked it bare, oddly enough. The first door on the right of the hallway led into a guest bathroom, and the next door on the left was a guest bedroom. 

But, the main part of the house he was in, besides the nice office and study upstairs, with that large window that almost went all the way around the upper level– was the master bedroom. It fit a large bed, enough to fit three Illyrians if they were willing to squish just a bit. For Azriel, it gave him space to lay however he wanted. It was situated with the head of the bed on the left wall, a window going down the wall past the end of the bed until the master bathroom door in the far left corner. On the right wall, there was a door to the closest, but Azriel headed straight for the bathroom.

He might’ve just finished training and probably was going to sweat more later during some random card game during the family game night tonight, but he didn’t care. He wanted the sweat off his skin. He passed the set of two sinks on the right wall and went toward the bathtub and shed his leathers, situating them on the chair that was strategically placed next to the large bathtub. A large oval, deep enough to settle up to his shoulders when laying in it, and large enough to fit his wings into.

He turned the water on quite hot, waiting until it warmed before letting it fill the tub while he tore off his underclothes. A tight-fitting black long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of dirty black pants. He took off the siphons tightened across the back of his hands, closing his eyes to do this part. Others might not mind his scars in the slightest, but that didn’t mean they were pretty to look at. He still hated them, even after five hundred years.

The bath didn’t take off the edge. Not that he’d expected it to, but he still hoped every once in a while. At least the pleasant warm water would give him enough energy to smile tonight.

Game night was miserable, overall. He’d won a good bit of the games– obliterating Cassian, as per usual, but he couldn’t shake that damn feeling. He still managed to keep people off his case though, taking Nyx to bounce on his knee, or shooting a cocky grin in Amren’s direction when he had a good hand. The now-high-fae version of Amren was slightly less intimidating, but the remainder of her power was still not to be messed with. Azriel wasn’t one to test usually, but game nights were the exception. They always were. 

He was banned from some games, however, his shadows gave him too much of an advantage. Like pin-the-tail (somehow, Cassian had ended up sticking it to Lucien’s forehead), charades (because he could use the shadows to help him guess), or two-truths-and-a-lie when Rhys, Cassian, or Mor was involved. That game was mostly for the new additions in Velaris, since Amarantha. But it was great fun when Lucien gazed at him as if searching for an answer amongst his blank face. Lucien somehow managed to mess up the easiest he’d heard all night. Rhys had said, “I used to own a ghost hound, I can do 30 flips in a row in the air, or I have the largest body count in this house.” Lucein had guessed the ghost hound one. Azriel knew for a fact that Cassian had the largest body count. That- or Mor. Scratch that, definitely Mor. Either way, it’d been great to see Lucien’s dumbfounded face when he and Cassian burst out cackling.

He’d also somehow found himself gazing longingly at the mated couples in the room. There was Feyre and Rhys, Nesta and Cass and even Elain had eventually succumbed to the fox’s flirting. And while he yearned for something like what they had, he also knew he wouldn’t be able to get it. There was no chance for him with his dark past. Nobody would even begin to come close to accepting the fact he went into dungeons and ruined people’s lives. He was simply meant for a solitary life it seemed.

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The next morning, after training, he finally decided to go looking for the problem. There wasn’t peace without a problem, right? This edge, it had to mean something. Maybe he wasn’t looking hard enough.

Autumn Court was sure to pull up some lies, right? It always had been a jackpot in the past. It surely could be now. At this point, if he found some deadly thing in the world, it might as well be a relief to know what the next thing he’d be facing was.

The orange, red, and yellow leaves greeted him as he winnowed to the edge of the territory, looking back just for a moment to see the stark contrast between Winter Court’s snow, ice, and pine trees and Autumn Court’s oaks, maples and the occasional dogwood with their bright red leaves. The seasonal courts were weird, with this magic keeping it one season and one season alone, the entire year.

He surveyed the empty forest. It was late spring in the Night Court, with Starfall already long gone, and making way for a Summer Solstice that Amren would likely spend with Varian. It wasn’t chilly in the Night Court anymore, at least not in coastal Velaris. 

Yet somehow, the chill got to him through his thin leathers here. It was ever so slightly aggravating. 

He opened his wings, launching through a break in the trees overhead, and soared toward the Forest House. Surely he could find trouble there. Eris Vanserra might be doing a good job at hiding the lies, but Azriel could always find them. He could check the dungeons if he could make it past the wards. He could spy in on some important meeting to find something that the lords were unhappy about. That might spark a revolution in Autumn, right? It surely would. Azriel was just trying to convince himself that something was actually wrong. Because there had to be.

Flying normally cleared his mind, no matter where he was, giving him the ability to think clearly and concisely. It’s why he opted for flying to some locations, rather than just using his shadows to winnow. 

But he still couldn’t shake that itch. The itch that wanted danger, and wanted this prolonged peace to end. Distantly, somewhere in his mind, he was concerned about why he couldn’t calm his anxiety and feeling that something was wrong. It was odd.

The Forest House was visible within a couple of hours. The flying he’d hoped would clear his mind had failed, and he wanted– No, needed to find that danger. He’d settle for a private surveillance first, and then he’d make some sort of public appearance, and try to stir up trouble. That always had the lies and revolting people stirring up.

He found nothing in the dungeons. Absolutely nobody. There wasn’t any important meeting going on, and the records he’d found showed that the Autumn Court was thriving. It was infuriating. He needed that damned itch to stop.

He turned back to the Forest House and decloaked himself. Letting the shadows float in the open space around him, or curl up on his wings, shoulders, or rounded ears. The shadows were useful, for that reason. He could be in the shadow behind the door and nobody might ever know it. Invisible. But now? He was visible, and open for all the guards of the Forest House to see. 

He could see the exact moment they saw him. One stood stiffer, subtly poking his companion with his foot, and gesturing to him. Azriel eyed them both, before moving on to the next pair. They were more obvious, glaring at him openly. In the third pair, only one had seen him and hadn’t bothered to tell his partner yet. What an idiot, Azriel thought. If you wanted to effectively guard or attack, you told your partner everything. No matter how bad it was. If someone’s jerking themselves off in the tent that you’re about to storm? You tell your teammate. You tell your fellow soldiers and make sure that they know the person is jerking themselves off.

He walked out of the cover of the trees, heading for the front door. He could claim to be visiting, right? He could claim Rhys needed him to talk to Eris or something. An easy lie, one he’d used numerous times to get into places. That, or claiming someone had invited him, and then disappearing into the shadows and getting the job done. Whatever that job may be. It tended to float toward the dangerous side though, since he was a spymaster. He loved it though, reveled in the adrenaline and swift thinking.

He walked toward the side entrance, avoiding the main one, since that one was more likely to be used by the important people that would know him. The side door was for servants taking out the trash, or for running out in a panic to collect the groceries they’d forgotten to retrieve for their boss.

However, he was stopped by the sound of dress shoes on the concrete path he was on. He slowed, and half turned to see who was following him. Maybe some lord or a guard who was suspicious and just happened to be wearing his nice shoes today because he was going to a wedding. Or perhaps it was just some servant who was forced to dress nicely-

It was Eris. Eris fucking Vanserra.

“Hello Azriel,” the High Lord of the Autumn Court purred. “How are you this fine evening?”

His face tightened into a filthy scowl. Just because he wasn’t allowed to hate this male anymore, didn’t mean he didn’t find him just positively maddening.

Mor had told them the truth a while ago, during the time they were fighting Koschei and having trouble teaming with the male who’d injured her so badly and left her for dead. Azriel still felt enraged by the whole ordeal, but he didn’t feel as if he could hate someone for being so young and making the best decision they could see at the moment. Eris had barely been twenty, and he hadn’t wanted Mor, who was equally as young, to be in his filthy father’s hands. That really said something about the Vanserras, didn’t it?

“Well, since you’re going to stand there and scowl, care to tell me why you’ve decided to visit the Autumn Court? Is the Night Court unfilling at last?” Eris teased, one side of his lips raising in a smirk. Azriel’s scowl deepened.

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UNIT REVIEW: CATMAN

(catman, like most dark heroes, has similar stats across forms with different targets and is usable in all forms, so all forms are displayed)

catman. he who xskull unironically believed to be above vigler saki and klay. bahamut but with a trait target. guy hits hard what can i say

first two forms will be lumped together given that they have the same stats except for where they differentiate in trait targeting

catman, in all forms, has 440 range, 12 speed, roughly 2.5 minute cooldown, 5520 cost, five knockbacks, 2.3 seconds of foreswing, 9.3 seconds between attacks, and massive damage vs alien. where his forms differentiate is in their second target, and while first and second form share health and damage stat, third form can use stat talents to increase both (third form is also immune to curse and gains several abilities through talents such as dodge, freeze immune, and warp immune).

at level 30, catman and dark catman have 4569.89 generalist dps and 42500 generalist dph (damage per hit). their dps and dph are quadrupled to 18279.56 and 170000 (respectively) when against their target traits with all cotc fruit treasures. at 440 range, you can see why this is a pretty solid uber. when fully boosted to level 60, these numbers increase to 8602.15 (34408.6 vs targets) dps and 80000 (320000 vs targets) dph. while his foreswing is slightly long, at 2.33 seconds, it's not that much of a problem and he will still usually hit his intended target.

catman's nuking capabilities can be compared to those of bahamut cat. they have similar generalist dps at the same level (catman has a couple hundred more); however, bahamut attacks slower and does more damage, as opposed to catman's faster but weaker attack cycle (comparatively. they're both nukers at the end of the day). this can help get peons and weaker enemies off of him, but can help reposition high knockback threats more than bahamut, and if both can only get one attack off, catman will do much less damage. catman's trait targeting settles this argument, however, giving him roughly twice as much damage vs his target traits per hit as bahamut. first/second form (same unit with different appearance) bahamut is famously replaceable by better generalists after early game, however, and this should be taken with a grain of salt.

catman's survivability is also great, with five knockbacks and a very solid 67150 health at level 30 (126400 at level 60). this gives him a chunky 13k (25k at 60) endurance while still allowing for him to reposition four times before finally going down. this is pretty good for a nuker.

compatibility with his target traits is pretty solid. effectively all alien frontliners will get crushed by that 170k damage per hit and his high range can prevent backliners from hitting him. floating is a trait that's particularly susceptible to being nuked, with floating enemies typically having high knockback count with low range (bun bun and his variants, brollow, pigeon, gobble, some face variants, a couple cyclones, corrupted valkyrie, raging bahamut) or low knockback count with low range (other face variants, owlbrow, mooth and its variants, most cyclones), all of which can be easily nuked and destroyed by catman's first form. while dark catman is less compatible with angel than catman is with floating, he still works well against quite a few major threats (angelic gory, slepinir, winged pigge if you meatshield enough, boraphim, rajakong, st dober) and can carry your way through many angel stages.

catman's only real flaws are few and far between, but the obvious ones are getting potentially outclassed as a generalist and specialist and lack of immunities. the 4.5k dps gets cleared by units like awakened ururun. aliens can be dealt with uberless due to units like catellite, seafarer, psychocat, and chill cat, and there are better uber rare options such as aphrodite, saki, most pixies, klay, shingen, and quite a few generalists that happen to target alien or do well without targeting it, such as amaterasu, rekon, sirius, and most fest exclusives. floatings are VERY powercrept. units like fishman, sanzo, octo, camera, and necro negate the need for a costly uber to destroy floating, especially if you're only really bringing catman for one or two enemies. you have ramen for angels. if that's not enough, you have sanzo, juliet, talented fiend, talented duelist, miasma, and time traveler. while none of these negate catman's usefulness vs said traits, it does lessen a perceived need for him. catman also lacks any immunities before true form, making him weak to CC such as mr mole, henry, croakley, winged pigge, any relic, several warp enemies, any wave/surge enemy, and anything else with CC that's very detrimental to catman. while, again, this isn't as bad as it may seem, it does make him useful in less situations than he would be with just one or two immunities.

ultimate catman, the true form, is an anti-alien and anti-relic nuker. before talents, it's the same as previous forms but with relic target as opposed to floating or angel, but it has curse immune, which is standard for an anti-relic specialist.

before talents, at level 30, it has 13709.67 dps (25806.45 at 60) and 127500 dph (240000 at 60) vs relics. with talents, it has 16451.61 dps (30967.74 at 60)/153000 dph (288000 at 60) vs relics, and 21935.48 dps (41290.32 at 60)/204000 dph (384000 at 60) vs alien.

health talents give it 80580 (151680 at 60) health, giving it more survivability which is rather unnecessary, freeze and warp immune are decent CC immunities that help it in henry stages and vs warp enemies such as star peng, wanwan, and mesocosmocyclone but neither is that important, and dodge is largely irrelevant due to low chance and low dodge time.

relic nuking is a very solid niche. relic powercreep is much lower than the likes of alien, floating, and angel, and despite units such as future and slapsticks working well and UL legend true forms being arguably better than catman's true form, catman will serve you well through pretty much all of UL, murdering threats such as m ost, oldhorn, relic bun-bun, othom, and puffington (440 range means it's outranged by lowkey sadly). very powerful true form, although it does kinda fall off as soon as you get luza.

tl;dr: catman is a strong nuker that will last through SoL and can be true formed to work in UL, although it will fall off somewhat in late/endgame. very good unit.

[my-romance-library]

'Immortals After Dark' series - Kresley Cole

Every creature or being that was thought to be mythical . . . isn’t.

They all secretly exist alongside humans and enjoy the gift of immortality. There are hundreds of different kinds: from Vampires to Lykae, from Furies to Shifters, from the Fey to Valkyries.

These immortals call their world The Lore.

You may have had a brush with one of Lorekind already. The eccentric billionaire with hypnotic charisma—and an aversion to sunlight. The ethereal waif of impossible beauty—whose fingernails look more like claws. The Highlander with a seventeenth-century Scottish accent and animal magnetism—who can never be penciled in on the night of the full moon.

They walk among us, but they war among themselves. Each faction has its strengths, weaknesses, and age old prejudices against the others. Every five hundred years, the Accession, a battle for supremacy, rages. That time is now. . . .

Favourites:

The Warlord Wants Forever (#1)

Nikolai Wroth, once a ruthless human warlord in the 1700s and now a general in the rebel vampire army, needs to find his bride, the one woman who can render him truly alive. As a turned human, he doesn't enjoy a heartbeat or breathing and is consequently weaker than fully blooded vampires. He wants his bride for the power she will bring him and can hardly believe it when his heart beats for Myst the Coveted, a mad, fey, mythological creature.

She eludes him for five years, but he has finally chased her to ground and stolen the jewel which commands her, giving him absolute power over her. While he possesses it, he can make her do anything, and he plans to in order for her to experience firsthand the agonizing, unending lust she'd purposely subjected him to for half a decade. Yet when Wroth realizes he wants more from her and frees her, will she come.

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A Hunger Like No Other (#2)

A fierce werewolf and a bewitching vampire become unlikely soul mates whose passion will test the boundaries of life and death.

After enduring years of torture from the vampire horde, Lachlain MacRieve, leader of the Lykae Clan, is enraged to find the predestined mate he’s waited millennia for is a vampire. Or partly one. Emmaline Troy is a small, ethereal half Valkyrie/half vampire, who somehow begins to soothe the fury burning within him.

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No Rest for the Wicked (#3)

A vampire soldier weary of life...

Centuries ago, Sebastian Wroth was turned into a vampire—a nightmare in his mind—against his will. Burdened with hatred and alone for ages, he sees little reason to live. Until an exquisite, fey creature comes to kill him, inadvertently saving him instead.

A valkyrie assassin dispatched to destroy him...

When Kaderin the Cold Hearted lost her two beloved sisters to a vampire attack long ago, a benevolent force deadened her sorrow—accidentally extinguishing all of her emotions. Yet whenever she encounters Sebastian, her feelings—particularly lust—emerge multiplied. For the first time, she's unable to complete a kill.

Competitors in a legendary hunt...

The prize of the month-long contest is powerful enough to change history, and Kaderin will do anything to win it for her sisters. Wanting only to win her, forever, Sebastian competes as well, taking every opportunity—as they travel to ancient tombs and through catacombs, seeking relics around the world—to use her new feelings to seduce her. But when forced to choose between the vampire she's falling for and reuniting her family, how can Kaderin live without either?

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Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night (#4)

Her breathless kiss haunts him...

Bowen MacRieve of the Lykae clan was nearly destroyed when he lost the one woman meant for him. The ruthless warrior grew even colder, never taking another to his bed—until a smoldering encounter with his enemy, Mariketa the Awaited, reawakens his darkest desires. When sinister forces unite against her, the Highlander finds himself using all his strength and skill to keep her alive.

His slow, hot touch is irresistible...

Temporarily stripped of her powers, Mari is forced to take refuge with her sworn adversary. It's rumored that no one can tempt Bowen's hardened heart, but soon passion burns between them. Though a future together is impossible, she fears he has no intention of letting her go.

No deed is too wicked for her seduction...

If they defeat the evil that surrounds them, can Mari deny Bowen when he demands her body and soul—or will she risk everything for her fierce protector?

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Dark Needs at Night's Edge (#5)

A RAVEN-HAIRED TEMPTRESS OF THE DARK...

Néomi Laress, a famous ballerina from a past century, became a phantom the night she was murdered. Imbued with otherworldly powers but invisible to the living, she haunts her beloved home, scaring away trespassers -- until she encounters a ruthless immortal even more terrifying than Néomi herself.

A VAMPIRE WARRIOR CONSUMED BY MADNESS...

To prevent him from harming others, Conrad Wroth's brothers imprison him in an abandoned manor. But there, a female only he can see seems determined to drive him further into madness. The exquisite creature torments him with desire, leaving his body racked with lust and his soul torn as he finds himself coveting her for his own.

HOW FAR WILL HE GO TO CLAIM HER?

Yet even if Conrad can win Néomi, evil still surrounds her. Once he returns to the brutality of his past to protect her, will he succumb to the dark needs seething inside him?

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Dark Desires After Dusk (#6)

A seductive beauty he can never have, yet can't resist...

Cadeon Woede will stop at nothing to atone for the one wrong that will haunt him forever. But once he secures the key to his redemption, the halfling Holly Ashwin, Cade finds that the woman he thought he could use for his own ends and then forget haunts him as much as his past.

A tormented warrior she should fear, but can't deny...

Raised as a human, Holly never knew that some frightening legends are real until she encounters a brutal demon who inexplicably guards her like a treasure. Thrust into a sensual new world of myth and power, with him as her protector, she begins to crave the demon's wicked touch.

Surrender to dark desires...

Yet just when he earns Holly's trust, will Cade be forced to betray the only woman who can sate his wildest needs -- and claim his heart?

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Kiss of a Demon King (#7)

HIS OBSESSION...

Sabine, Sorceress of Illusions: the evil beauty who surrenders her body, but not her heart.

HER DOWNFALL...

Rydstrom Woede: the ruthless warrior who vows to keep her at all costs.

THEY WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT EACH OTHER THIS MUCH...

With each smoldering encounter, their shared hunger only increases. If they can defeat the sinister enemy that stands between them, will Sabine make the ultimate sacrifice for her demon? Or will the proud king lay down his crown and arms to save his sorceress?

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Pleasure of a Dark Prince (#9)

A DANGEROUS BEAUTY...

Lucia the Huntress: as mysterious as she is exquisite, she harbors secrets that threaten to destroy her -- and those she loves.

AN UNCONTROLLABLE NEED...

Garreth MacRieve, Prince of the Lykae: the brutal Highland warrior who burns to finally claim this maddeningly sensual creature as his own.

THAT LEAD TO A PLEASURE SO WICKED....

From the shadows, Garreth has long watched over Lucia. Now, the only way to keep the proud huntress safe from harm is to convince her to accept him as her guardian. To do this, Garreth will ruthlessly exploit Lucia's greatest weakness -- her wanton desire for him.

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Demon from the Dark (#10)

A DANGEROUS DEMON SHE CAN'T RESIST . . .

Malkom Slaine: tormented by his sordid past and racked by vampiric hungers, he's pushed to the brink by the green-eyed beauty under his guard.

A MADDENING WITCH HE ACHES TO CLAIM . . .

Carrow Graie: hiding her own sorrows, she lives only for the next party or prank. Until she meets a tortured warrior worth saving.

TRAPPED TOGETHER IN A SAVAGE PRISON . . .

In order for Malkom and Carrow to survive, he must unleash both the demon and vampire inside him. When Malkom becomes the nightmare his own people feared, will he lose the woman he craves body and soul?

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Dreams of a Dark Warrior (#11)

He Vowed He'd Come For Her...

Murdered before he could wed Regin the Radiant, warlord Aidan the Fierce seeks his beloved through eternity, reborn again and again into new identities, yet with no memory of his past lives.

She Awaits His Return...

When Regin encounters Declan Chase, a brutal Celtic soldier, she recognizes her proud warlord reincarnated. But Declan takes her captive, intending retribution against all immortals—unaware that he belongs to their world.

To Sate A Desire More Powerful Than Death...

Yet every reincarnation comes with a price, for Aidan is doomed to die when he remembers his past. To save herself from Declan’s torments, will Regin rekindle memories of the passion they once shared—even if it means once again losing the only man she could ever love?

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Lothaire (#12)

All fear the enemy of old.

Driven by his insatiable need for revenge, Lothaire, the Lore’s most ruthless vampire, plots to seize the Horde’s crown. But bloodlust and torture have left him on the brink of madness—until he finds Elizabeth Peirce, the key to his victory. He captures the unique young mortal, intending to offer up her very soul in exchange for power, yet Elizabeth soothes his tormented mind and awakens within him emotions Lothaire believed he could no longer experience.

A deadly force dwells within her.

Growing up in desperate poverty, Ellie Peirce yearned for a better life, never imagining she’d be convicted of murder—or that an evil immortal would abduct her from death row. But Lothaire is no savior, as he himself plans to sacrifice Ellie in one month’s time. And yet the vampire seems to ache for her touch, showering her with wealth and sexual pleasure. In a bid to save her soul, Ellie surrenders her body to the wicked vampire, while vowing to protect her heart.

Centuries of cold indifference shattered.

Elizabeth tempts Lothaire beyond reason, as only his fated mate could. As the month draws to a close, he must choose between a millennia-old blood vendetta and his irresistible prisoner. Will Lothaire succumb to the miseries of his past—or risk everything for a future with her?

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Dark Skye (#15)

ETERNAL OBSESSION

As a boy, Thronos, prince of Skye Hall, loved Lanthe, a mischievous Sorceri girl who made him question everything about his Vrekener clan. But when the two got caught in the middle of their families’ war, tragedy struck, leaving Thronos and Lanthe bitter enemies. Though centuries have passed, nothing can cool his seething need for the beautiful enchantress who scarred his body—and left an even deeper impression on his soul.

ENDLESS YEARNING

Lanthe, a once-formidable sorceress struggling to reclaim her gifts, searches for love and acceptance with all the wrong immortal suitors. But she’s never forgotten Thronos, the magnificent silver-eyed boy who protected her until she was ripped from the shelter of his arms. One harrowing night changed everything between them. Now he’s a notorious warlord with a blood vendetta against Lanthe, hunting her relentlessly.

CAN THE HEAT OF DESIRE BURN BRIGHTER THAN VENGEANCE?

With their families locked in conflict and battles raging all around them, will Thronos and Lanthe succumb to the brutal chaos that threatens everything they cherish? Or will the fragile bond they formed so long ago spark a passion strong enough to withstand even the darkest doubts?

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Sweet Ruin (#16)

A foundling raised in a world of humans

Growing up, orphaned Josephine didn't know who or what she was - just that she was 'bad', an outcast with strange powers. Protecting her baby brother Thaddeus became her entire life. The day he was taken away began Jo's transition from angry girl… to would-be superhero… to ruthless villain.

A lethally sensual enforcer on a mission

Whether by bow or in bed, archer Rune the Baneblood never fails to eliminate his target. In his sights: the oldest living Valkyrie. Yet before he can strike, he encounters a vampiric creature whose beauty mesmerizes him. With one bite, she pierces him with aching pleasure, stealing his forbidden blood - and jeopardizing the secrets of his brethren.

A boundless passion that will lead to sweet ruin…

Could this exquisite female be a spy sent by the very Valkyrie he hunts? Rune knows he must not trust Josephine, yet he's unable to turn her away. When Jo betrays the identity of the one man she will die to protect, she and Rune become locked in a treacherous battle of wills that pits ultimate loyalty against unbridled lust.

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Wicked Abyss (#17)

As a boy, Abyssian "Sian" Infernas had his heart shattered by a treacherous fey beauty who died before he could exact vengeance. Millennia later, a curse has transformed him into a demonic monster--just as she's been reincarnated. Sian captures the delicate but bold female, forcing her back to hell.

Meets his match.

Princess Calliope "Lila" Barbot's people have hated and feared Abyssian and his alliance of monsters for eons. When the beastly demon imprisons her in his mystical castle, vowing revenge for betrayals she can't remember, Lila makes her own vow: to bring down the wicked beast for good.

Can two adversaries share one happily-ever-after?

As Calliope turns hell inside out, the all-powerful Sian finds himself defenseless against his feelings for her. In turn, Lila reluctantly responds to the beast's cleverness and gruff vulnerability. But when truths from a far distant past are revealed, can their tenuous bond withstand ages of deceit, a curse, and a looming supernatural war?

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