#valkyries drabble week

[surielstea]

Words on Paper

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel’s jealous over a male in your book and it’s hilarious.

Warnings: Just fluff, short Drabble :)

1k words

You and Nesta hadn't shut up about the men in your books all morning. The new Sellyn Drake novel had come out less than a week ago and the both of you couldn't stop raving about it, you swore you had dreams about the characters, and when you weren't caught up in the plot you were analyzing the characters, the male love interest specifically who Nesta and you were all but frothing at the mouth over.

"I need him, unfortunately," Nesta sighed, looking over to me as we held our planks. Valkyrie training seemed to go a lot faster when the both of you got the chance to debrief over chapters and share what you were passionate about, Cassian didn't seem to care as long as we stayed on task and kept up with the movements.

The exercises had become second nature to the both of you, sure it wasn't as mindless as breathing but after it's been part of your routine for weeks it truly does come naturally, like a second language that only the two of you can speak.

Azriel was slow to insanity at this point. He couldn't seem to adjust to the idea of you taking interest in anyone but him. With Mates, the rule is that if the bond is accepted then there's no one else for that person, intertwined by fate.

So why was he so irritated when you rambled too long about a guy from a book?

"Are you two working out your mouths too?" Azriel stands above you, arms crossed over his chest. Slowly, you look up at him with a wide grin. "Sorry, sir," you tease. Nesta shakes her head in exasperation and you giggle.

It took one minute of silence until Nesta and you were whispering amongst each other again.

Azriel seems to have given up days ago, his eyes narrowed at you from across the sparring mats, Cassian next to him as they drink their waters.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Azriel asks his brother, continuing to stare at both of their mates. “Does what?” Cassian turned to him with an arched brow. “That they’re so obsessed with those men from their little smut novels,” Azriel mutters and Cassian nearly laughs at the death glare the Shadow Singer was saving for the fictional male, who as of late was threatening to take his wife away.

“It’s just words on paper,” Cass shrugs, bending down to place his water on the ground. “I know but, the idea of her wanting anyone else gets under my skin,” Azriel argues and this time Cassian does laugh, it was so odd to see the revered Spymaster so torn up about some guy, who wasn’t even real. “What’re you jealous of him?” Cassian scoffs through his laughter. Azriel rolls his eyes and puts his water down. “Whatever, just don’t come crying when you can’t satisfy Nesta anymore,” He grumbled.

“I doubt that day will come,” Nesta hums from behind the Shadow Singer. He knew she was there, you with her, but he needed to get his point across. “Hey hun, you ready to go?” You dip under his arm, placing a hand on his bare chest. He only nodded in reply.

“Hey, remember what I said, it’s just words Az,” Cassian said before you got the chance to winnow him away, he nodded once more then you took him home.

You didn’t want to know what the General was going on about, you could tell from training Azriel was a little irritated but you couldn’t remember doing anything to irk him.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just keep pouting like a baby?” You ask and he scowls down at you. You smile, hands coming to his jaw and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he barely has time to reciprocate it before you’re pulling away.

“What’s got you so tense?” You smush his cheeks together and he just stares at you in reply, so you begin to guess. “Something Cass did?” You ask and he shakes his head no. “Something I did?” He doesn’t move and you deflate, flinging your arms over his shoulders and melting into him. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong, please?” You sigh into his neck, already admitting defeat. “Do you like him more than me?” He blurts and you stiffen, pulling away to look up at him confused. “Like who?” You utter. “The guy in your stupid book,” He grumbled and you openly cackled before slapping a hand over your lips. “It’s not funny,” He groans backing away from your touch and plopping down onto the sofa, where he could sulk in peace. “I know, I’m sorry Az,” You say, taking deep breaths to control your giggles. “I’m just saying, what does he have that I don’t?” He frowns and you walk over to him, sprawling over his lap and straddling his hips. “Perhaps a control on his emotions?” You tease and he grumbles beneath his breath like a child, looking away from you.

It was true that Azriel was quite explosive. One would think he’d be less reactive as the Spymaster and yet he might’ve been the quickest to action out of all the inner circle. It was a weakness, something he was working on. It was rude of you to point it out but you make up for it by peppering a line of loving kisses up the side of his face.

“I love you, okay? Only you,” You reassure. “Those men, they’re meant to be thirsted over, you understand that don’t you?” You ask and the male nods. “I just don’t want you wanting anyone else,” He looks at me and my grin widens. “Awh, Az,” You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight. “I’m all yours, don’t worry,” You muffle into his neck. “Yeah? All mine?” He asks and you nod rapidly before saying, “Promise,”

“Now stop acting like a big baby,” you pull away from the hug and hold his face in your hands. “I’m gonna go bathe, you gonna keep moping out here or do you wanna join me?” You tease. He doesn’t answer and instead picks you up from where you sit and walks you straight to the bathing chambers.

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[aethon-recs]

This Week in Tomarrymort (4 – 10 October 2024)

Another week chock-full of updates! October is always such a rich and amazingly productive month in fandom, with such an explosion of new ideas and fics with the many prompt challenges going on. And a few more @tomarrybigbang fics as well! 

As with last week, please feel free to add some extra context to your fic update in the reblog, like a little bit about the chapter(s) updated. For this format of weekly list, there’s no space to add a summary or extra info about the fics, so I’ll rely on the authors to share a bit more about their updates, if you’re so inclined! 🤍

A recap of the author notes from last week:

such unholy heaving by @cealesti (M, 10k, WIP) “A horror/suspense F/F Tomarry fic set in a D&D-inspired fantasy setting.” These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain (M, 28k, WIP) “GOVERNMENT WARNING: (1) According to the Surgeon General, Harry Potter should not drink alcoholic beverages while resurrecting Lord Voldemort because of the risk of...everything. (2) Consumption of alcoholic beverages impairs your ability to operate Deathly Hallows, and may cause, er, problems. Aka, Harry gets hammered and decides it's a great idea to drunk "text" (i.e., summon) Voldemort with the Stone. Voldemort isn't one to pass up an opportunity to exploit vulnerability for personal gain.” Do It Over by @thefangirlibrarian (T, 46k, WIP) “A depressed postwar Harry has taken Death's hand, reunited with the horcrux he mourned, and traveled into his own past Now he wakes up on the morning of his eleventh birthday, ready to do things differently this time. He has no grand plans, just the instinct to be close to the man whose soul he shares.” Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 18k, WIP) “A role reversal AU! In this latest chapter, Tom tells a scary story for Halloween to get Harry hot and bothered.” on line sex & rabbit stew by @izharmilgram (E, 3k, complete) “Includes time-travelling Professor Harry Potter, phone sex in the 1950s, horcrux shenanigans, parseltongue, Tom being sexually frustrated... fun stuff.” The Brief Fiery Plummets by @thefangirlibrarian (T, 1k, WIP) “A series of 100-word drabbles exploring different moments Harry might have woken up in after traveling back to the past in When the Weight is Gone.” forgive me father by @cindle-writes (E, 2k, complete) “A PWP one-shot where Tom sneaks into Harry's bed while he's sleeping and seduces him, featuring adoptive father Harry and shota boypussy Tom.”

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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic

Chapter 15 (Completed) of Just Business by @holaolla1

One Shot | family friends by @reggieblk

One Shot | young lust by @xodahafez

One Shot | the precarity of virgin souls by @izharmilgram

One Shot | roughly, dry and painful by @2sidesofthesamesoul

One Shot | don’t wake me (i’m not dreaming) by @dreaming-in-the-dark

One Shot | The Sweetness of Your Tears by @v33r00

One Shot | sleeping with ghosts by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts

One Shot | Newly Forged by @obsidianpen

One Shot | bad guy by @circleofplanets

One Shot | nineteen (ever so priceless) by @midsummersins

One Shot | Consequences of Murder by @penrot

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics

Chapter 3 of friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight

Chapter 37 of Part One - The Solitude of Suffering by @iseliljathedreamer

Chapter 63 of Holly & Yew by @lovely-lotus

Chapter 7 of Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic

Chapter 15 of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva

Chapter 1 of it’s hard being casual by sansaerys

Chapter 12 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear

Chapter 9 of Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse

Chapter 3 of a pound of flesh by @ictyn

Chapter 7 of Hole in the Wall by tomrddle

Chapter 11 of Aphelion by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 36 of Seeing Sand by @valkyrie-chemist

Chapter 14 of the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3

Chapter 2 of Lunacy by @crowcrowcrowthing

Chapters 1 and 2 of What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries

Chapter 1 of The Sacred Art Of Repression by @goldenzingy46

Chapter 2 of such unholy heaving by @cealesti

Chapters 5 through 7 of The Brief Fiery Plummets by @thefangirlibrarian

Chapter 4 of Fate's Coffin by @noxxytocin

Chapter 1 of Infinite by @moontearpensfic

Chapter 5 of i am anonymous, you are a concrete wall by Pensievable

Chapter 1 of Plague by @a-sentimental-man

Chapter 5 of Forbidden Darkness by @neurowriter14

Chapter 4 of Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89

Chapter 1 of the alchemy by @cindle-writes

Chapters 126 and 127 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis

Chapter 1 of despite everything, it's still you by @boromirsayshi

Chapter 8 of all you do is kill, love snakes, and lie by @soopsiedaisies

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[thevalkyriesshadow]

@freyjas-musings - A drabble for you! Inspired by a couple Gwynriel bathroom headcanons of mine as well as this steamy Instagram reel

💖 Enjoy 💖

The House was quiet as Azriel entered the dining room. No one was in the sitting room. No one lingered in the halls. Though as he neared his room, he did hear the distinct sound of water running in the baths situated between his room and The House's newest inhabitant -- Gwyneth Berdara's room.

And of course after two days of her being here, the personal bathrooms went on the fritz -- well, just his and Gwyn's.

The House, the clever structure that it was, created a new bathroom between their rooms as it worked out it's own problem. (Don't ask how or why The House was able to produce a new bathroom instead of just fixing the old...it vexed Azriel to no end.)

Not that he minded having to share a bathroom, but he did like the solitary usage of his personal one...

As he passed the bathroom to get to his room he heard another sound amidst the trickling of water; something he hadn't heard coming from the shared bathroom before.

Singing.

And it was ethereal. Beautiful.

Was that Gwyn?

He stood outside the door for a moment, letting the sound carry over him and wash away the tension in his shoulders. His jaw unclenched and he took a deep breath. Music was often a way to unwind and shake off the stress of a job, but this singing was...transcending, divine.

There were no words as the voice carried through the wooden doors. Just 'oohs' and 'ahhs'.

That had to be Gwyn right? Nesta wouldn't use it. She had her own bathroom.

Then the voice dropped an octave, and words began pouring out. A language he didn't recognize, but a voice he knew.

The acoustics of the bathroom amplified Gwyn’s voice. Her cadence ebbed and flowed.

For the first time in three days since he left for his mission, Azriel felt...calmed.

He may not recognize the language she sang in and the power of its words, but he yearned for the sensation that flowed over him -- through him -- serenity. Stillness.

No anxious thoughts pervaded his mind. No fears or worries.

Only peace.

And as he listened to her belt out the words at the top of her lungs, not a care who heard, Azriel felt a squeezing in his chest. A tug.

Her singing faded into the steady stream of the water. There was a loud squeak, and the water stopped.

The silence broke his reverie. Azriel hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes. Hadn't realized he'd leaned against the door as he listened and lost himself in teal blue eyes. Lost himself imagining how her mouth might move as she sings. Imagining what it would feel like to sing with her....

Not wanting to be caught lingering outside of the bathroom when Gwyn emerged, Azriel hurried off to his room to change and gather his own things for a shower.

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Gwyn thought she'd finally be getting her own bathroom moving into The House, but of course, fate seemed to have it's own ideas.

Fate or The House was pranking her.

She wrapped herself in a towel as she got out of the shower, looking forward to putting on the silky, light blue pajamas The House provided her. She had an exhausting day of training the new Valkyrie recruits, assisting in the Library, and conducting research for Rhysand. She wasn't tired, tired, so she would probably be staying up to rearrange her books - again -

When she had moved in a couple weeks ago, she had only ten books to her name. But every day since she'd moved in, she would return to her room at the end of the day to find The House had dropped a pile of new books for her onto her bed. Some books she'd never even think to read, like ones about dagger making and types of rope knots. There were books on the history of Prythian. Another titled Espionage and You: An In Depth Discussion of the Moral Code, and of course, lots and lots of romance and adventure novels.

Gwyn slipped into her pajamas, ate the small plate of cookies The House provided her, then grabbed her toothbrush and headed back to the bathroom.

She had just put the toothpaste on the brush when the door to the showers opened. A billowing cloud of steam and shadows poured out.

Gwyn balked as Azriel emerged from the mist, a towel slung low on his hips. His shadows darted out, twirling around Gwyn’s hair and toothbrush.

Azriel froze in the doorway as he spotted Gwyn. Water dripped from tendrils of inky black hair. It ran in little rivulets down his neck and shoulders. Some of the water pooled into the little divet of his clavicle. Other streams continued over the tattoos on his chest and trailed down...down...

Her eyes darted back up to his.

The smallest of smirks tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Gwyn, by some unexplained reason, continued to brush her teeth while casually staring back at him. She waited for him to say something first.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he watched his shadows dance around her before joining her at the counter. His tore his gaze from hers, only to catch it again in the mirror as he picked up his toothbrush and began his nightly bedtime routine.

She tried, and failed then, to ignore Azriel’s reflection.

But gods damned those muscles as he moved his arm to brush his teeth....

It was like they were purposefully tormenting her, begging her to watch them as they tensed and flexed with every movement he made and --

Her gaze caught his brilliant hazel eyes watching her watch him in the mirror. The golden flecks amidst the green hues sparkled with amusement as a blush crept across her cheeks.

Gwyn peeled her eyes away from him, focusing on her own reflection.

Damn. She didn't realize how cropped her shirt was, or how noticeable her nipples were as they poked through the thin fabric. Maybe Azriel didn't notice.

She chanced another glance.

Oh, Azriel definitely noticed.

His eyes were currently sweeping over her in the reflection before he bent forward and spit into the sink, rinsing away his discarded toothpaste with a quick twist of the faucet.

It was his turn to blush as his gaze met hers in the mirror, knowing full well he'd been caught checking her out.

So...Gwyn held his gaze for a moment, then lowered it, unapologetically, taking in the lithe muscles of his shoulders and chest, the way his body sloped to a tapered waist.

A sensual warmth spread from her lower spine and pooled deep within her.

Her gaze certainly lingered longer than it should have on the smattering of hair that extended above the low hanging towel perched on his waist.

She spit her toothpaste into the sink and looked over at him. Not in the mirror this time, but at him directly.

The Shadowsinger was already looking over at her, brushing his teeth lazily, as if his mind momentarily forgot what it was doing until she caught his gaze.

Normally, when Azriel stared at someone, it was with an icy coldness.

But never with Gwyn.

With Gwyn, Azriel looked at her with reverence.

A rare softness fell over his features.

Then he drooled toothpaste and was pivoting to the sink to spit it out. His blush spread further across his cheeks and ears as he hastily finished brushing his teeth.

Then Azriel, the terrifying Spy Master of the Night Court, tapped his toothbrush on the sink, dropped it into the holder, and with a wink and a devilish smirk Azriel finally spoke.

"You have a lovely singing voice, by the way," he said, his voice dark and husky. The sound sent shivers down her spine.

Gwyn's eyes went wide, and something in her chest hummed and tugged as she watched Azriel saunter past her, willing her to follow him. Her gaze dropped to the dimples of his lower back, reveled at the way his muscles moved as he twisted back around to flash her another more sheepish smile before ducking out of the doorway.

Forget reorganizing her bookshelf. Tonight, Gwyn was going to pick up the juiciest romance she could find from her new drop today and indulge in a little self-care.

[demigoddessqueens]

Masterlist 11

Writing Drabbles

Intimacy

avert your eyes

SFW writings

Match up pairings - Valkyrie // Trevor Belmont // Alucard // multi-fandom pairing //

Song 🎶 fics - Vax fic // Percy fic // Grog // Caleb // Cadeuces // Grog - fic 2 //

Song fic: multi-party - Pike/Jester/Laudna //

Pretty Little Liars 💋/Original Sin 🔪- being mouse’s sibling //

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette flirting //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon 🐉- aegon + writing prompt // aemond headcanons // incorrect quotes // jock 💪 aemond //

Ewan Mitchell - Martin (in the modern world) //

The Decameron - Dr Dioneo fluff // Dioneo and the artist //

Hades - making out with Moros //

Marvel

MCUniverse - Namor + female general // Paradox ⚡️ headcanons // incorrect quotes // incorrect quotes 2 // incorrect quotes 3 // incorrect quotes 4 // incorrect quotes 5 //

Werewolf by Night - Jack Russell fluff //

X-Men - relationship headcanons //

Bridgerton - Benedict SFW (+ NSFW) //

Fallout - found family + Lucy //

Dune - Chani + sister!figure //

Ultraman Rising - kenji x male!reader //

A Quiet Place: Day One - dating Eric //

Monkey Man - writing prompt ask //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️- ares x Hindu!god!reader // Dionysus with pregnant!reader + twins // hard to get Ares // can’t carry a tune 🎶 // Hermes and Apollo twins // sneaking with Poseidon // childhood friend // rise of Venus 💕 // friends of monsters // plus size reader //

Critical Role 🎲

Vox Machina - thicc thighs // (my darling) yandere // grog + sorcerer!reader // Percy + harpy kiss // yandere Vax and Percy // bard oc + scanlan // kidnapped?! // wild witch 🧙// domestic + affectionate //

Mighty Nein - hold my ale // you get separated // flirting as a bard 🎵//

Bell’s Hells - constellation Druid //

Other -

Dungeon Meshi - toshiro headcanons //

Castlevania/Nocturne 🌙 - once upon a December // Fae healer lover // fall asleep on their shoulder // Trio + modern au // lover’s voice kink // divine paladin, cleric // roasts and insults // richter + elf!reader // sugar 🍬 rush //

Assassins Creed - Kenway friend // drunk Haytham // Connor and author s/o // the cuddling type // gyaru reader // altair and day off // Altair and eagles // Malik headcanons // markings of Eden // supportive Altair //

Codexmonthly prompts

July “magic”

August “rooftop”

September “leap”

Baldurs Gate - linking pinkies // peck 💋 on lips // practicing “I love you” // Gale + insecure!body reader // blue dragon in the rain // too close to call //

Batstarion 🦇 Week 2024 - day 6 // day 7

Star Wars - Rey skywalker + reader with anxiety //

NSFW writings

Twisters 🌪️ - sweet darlin //

Critical Role 🎲

Multiparty - match freak //

Vox Machina - lover & giver // ride of your life //

Mighty Nein - your reward + round 2 //

Bell’s Hells - braius fic //

Castlevania - you taste good (ft C.R.) //

[jules-writes-stories]

ACOTAR Masterlist

Azriel x Eris |

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows Chapters 1-33 on AO3

WIP | Weekly Updates | (33/38 Chapters posted)

Eris has been plotting to overthrow his father for centuries. But when the High Lord’s removal becomes a matter of life and death, Eris Vanserra allies with the Day Court. In his desperate quest, he unearths secrets that will change the course of Autumn Court history, and all of Prythian's, even as his mating bond pulls him towards a male who will only ever see him as a cruel prince.

Rhysand becomes suspicious, ordering his spymaster to keep watch of the Autumn prince. But the more time Azriel spends with him, the more he is drawn to Eris’s cause.

When desire and duty collide, the Shadowsinger is faced with an impossible choice. Will Azriel take Eris at his word, or fulfill his role as Night’s brutal enforcer? And what will become of Autumn’s heir?

Into the Night on AO3 Greek Myth AU

Azris Week 2024 | Complete 1/1

The moment the Night Court’s Shadowsinger sets eyes on Eris Vanserra, he knows the male is his. But one does not simply walk into Autumn and steal a prince...Hades x Persephone, but Azris

Held Close, Like a Secret on AO3

Azris Week 2024 | Complete 1/1

The Night Court's Spymaster has been searching everywhere for his mate. When the shadows finally catch up with the secretive heir of Autumn, a wager is placed. As the night goes on, Azriel starts to question whether it's worth the fight anymore. What would happen, if he just let go of their past? If he just said yes? Could he lose the wager, but win something more? (This can be read as a one shot, or as Chapter 8 in JEL).

The Night Court Lounge | Tribeca, NYC on AO3

(Modern Azris AU)

Eris Week 2024 | WIP | 6/7

When Azriel agrees to work a shift at his cousin's BDSM club, the novice certainly doesn’t expect to be auctioned off as a sexual submissive to the city's elite. But when the art student feels a pair of golden eyes watching him, he hopes the mysterious man will place a bid.

Eris Vanserra is known as the Viper of Wall Street. Brilliant and cut-throat, the young mogul dominates in every way, always ending up on top.

When Eris sees Azriel caged and kneeling, he decides the man will be his. After all, Eris always gets what he wants.

Eris and Lady of Autumn |

Eris Week 2024 | Childhood

Commissioned Art | There was joy, too

Eris and Lucien |

Monster | on AO3

Eris Week 2024 | Complete 1/1

“No,” Lucien ground out, “I’m nothing like you. You’re a monster.”  Jesminda’s blood had dried on his tunic, spattered like wet earth upon his face. 

No one had explained to Eris that when the heart breaks, it did not feel lighter, as one would imagine. No, it was not like a piece of glass that shattered and scattered to the corners of a room. A heart grew heavy and leaden. It pulled the body down. Breath burned and blood cooled. A heart, when broken, was melted down in the forge of pain and reformed to become dead weight. 

And now it sat, this dead thing in the cage of Eris’s ribs.

Elain x Lucien |

A Heart of Gold on AO3 | Greek Myth AU

Elucien Week 2024 | Complete 7/7

When the Prince of Merchants loses everything, he is granted the golden touch. His daughter Elain finds herself whisked away into the world of powerful fae. Can she resist the charming Day Court Prince or will she allow herself to dream of more and risk all?

Lucien Vanserra is the Prince of Day and Autumn. And he's already loved once and lost all. But when the Fates thrust a beautiful mortal in his path, he finds himself unable to resist her soft eyes and her gentle smile. It would seem this woman holds his broken heart in her hands. The Myth of King Midas, but Elucien

OCs and Drabbles |

Elain Archeron: An Apology

A writing prompt that became a love letter to the gentle Seer.

Illyrian OC (Mention of Emerie)

Valkyrie | on AO3 | On Tumblr | 1/1 Complete (for now)

An Illyrian mother questions if her High Lord and Lady have done enough to protect females from wing clipping and other forms of ingrained oppression. She makes a choice for herself and her daughter to seek out the one fae who might be able to help.

Sylvan x Mithras | Court of Nightmares OC X Vanserra OC

Drabble on Tumblr

Me just posting photos of my children. One is a literal nightmare.

The Ending of Darkness on AO3 | a beautiful one shot of my beloved OCs by the talented @unanswered-stars

Amarantha |

Villains Week 2024 | WIP 1/2

A Love That Bleeds on AO3 | Tags include non-con, character death, suicide. Please check all TWs

Before becoming Hybern's General, before Jurian and Clythia, before Tamlin, Rhysand, and Under the Mountain, Amarantha opened her heart to a human girl.

But what does it mean, for a powerful High Fae to love a mortal slave? And can one call a bond so monstrous, love at all?

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The Angry Valkyrie

Gwyn is mad at Azriel. What did he do and how will he make up for it?

A Morning at the Berdara Household

Follow Gwyn, Azriel and their twins as they get ready for the day.

At Her Fingertips

Some dirty texts exchanged at the dinner table followed by smut, smut and more smut. - [smut]

Her Jealous Side

Ficlet where Azriel pushes Gwyn to admit that she is jealous.

Tell Me

Gwyn tells Azriel exactly what she wants him to do. - [smut]

Love is a losing game

What others thought was seven minutes in heaven for Azriel and Gwyn turned out to be seven minutes of confrontation about their breakup.

She is gone...

House of Wind gang/Gwynriel drabble - Cassian comes home to a sad Shadowsinger.

Cat and the Doggy

Fluffy ficlet of Gwyn and her daughter.

His Angel of Light

Ficlet of Gwyn and Azriel stargazing.

Good Girl

Gwyn experiences the pleasures of being blindfolded and bound by the Shadowsinger. [smut]

First Day

Gwyn and Azriel watch their twins take a new step in their lives.

Imagine...

Witnessing Love

Emerie watches Gwyn and Azriel, and thinks about her own (lack of) relationship.

Be home by midnight

Gwyn and Azriel stumble across Rhys as they leave for their date.

Stuck Together

Gwyn finds herself unable to move lest she disturbs a half asleep Azriel.

Two Idiots and a Bigger One

Cassian and Rhysand watch an interaction unfold between Azriel and Gwyn when the latter comes to see the shadowsinger while they are drinking together. Azriel has no idea what they find so funny about it. But they certainly find it hilarious. - Check out my Gwyn Week 2024 masterlist below for the 2nd part with the Valkyries

Of Scowls and Growls

A heated argument between Azriel and Gwyn turn into a smutty sort of reconciliation. [smut]

A tiny little something...

Finding Azriel

Gwyn looks for Azriel in the House of Wind after they have an argument.

Flaws

Azriel makes a list of Gwyn's flaws.

A writer's fantasy

Gwyn tries everything possible to put a stop to her writer's block, unbeknownst that her source of inspiration will appear right at her door.

One of those days

Feeling tired and numb, Gwyn seeks comfort in Azriel's arms.

✨Gwynriel Weeks 2023✨

Everything I posted for Gwynriel Weeks 2023. Some fics, a moodboard, and more Gwynriel fun stuff!

✨Gwyn Week 2023✨

Everything I posted for Gwyn Week 2023. Gwyn-centric so contains some stuff that are about Gwyn but not Gwynriel

✨Gwynriel Weeks 2024✨

Everything I posted for Gwynriel Weeks 2024. Fanfiction, moodboards, and more Gwynriel content!

✨Gwyn Week 2024✨

All the fanfics written for Gwyn Week 2024. Also include some things that are not Gwynriel

[infinitystoner]

🐊 headcanons...

If Loki was somehow forced to buy birthday presents for Thor, Tony, and Nebula on their birthdays...what would he get them?

God of Gifts

Masterlist

Word count: >900 Author’s note: I don’t think I’ve ever written anything so quickly, but I couldn’t stop imagining Loki giving gifts to everyone! Here’s a sweet lil’ gen fic/drabble featuring some of my favorite Marvel characters.

This was ridiculous. Nevertheless, Loki followed his brother into Stark’s cabin. 

“Happy birthday to us!” Thor bellowed, flinging his arms open and nearly knocking Loki back out the door in the process. 

It was not Thor’s birthday, nor Loki’s. It was, however, the birthday of the Iron Man himself, Anthony Stark.

“We don’t know when our birthdays are,” Thor had bemoaned as Pepper handed out party invitations earlier in the week. 

“Oh, how heartbreaking!” 

“I know when my birthday is,” said Loki, rolling his eyes at her sympathetic look.

Thor was shocked. “What? How?” 

“I asked.” 

Of course, Loki didn’t know his exact birthday, but the day Frigga had claimed him as her own was good enough for him. Loki also knew Thor’s birthday, but that was of little consequence. 

“You are more than welcome to celebrate with Tony, Thor. You too, Loki.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Loki replied as Thor gave Pepper a hug so mighty that her feet left the ground. 

And now, Loki was at said party. Worse still, he’d procured gifts. 

He surveyed the room, giving a cordial nod to Banner and Colonel Rhodes before approaching his first target.

“Many happy returns, Stark.” Loki gave a hesitant smile to the man leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Glad you could make it, Horns. Can I fix you a drink?” Tony asked before taking a sip of what Loki surmised was scotch. 

“No, thank you. But, speaking of potables…” 

Loki pulled three amber vials from his pocket and placed them on the countertop. 

Tony set down his glass, picking up one of the tinctures instead. “And what exactly is this?”

“A gift.” Loki rocked back on his heels before continuing. “Your wife has you on a special diet, does she not?” 

Tony’s brow furrowed. “Yeah…”

“Well, one drop of these elixirs will make even the blandest of health foods taste like,” he tapped his finger on each jar as he explained. “Cheeseburgers. Fried potatoes. And doughnuts.” 

Without a word, Tony retrieved a piece of broccoli from a veggie tray on the kitchen island and poured a drop of liquid onto the florets. With a flourish, he took a bite. Loki watched in satisfaction as Stark’s eyes widened.

“Schiiit–” he mumbled. “Unbelievable.” 

Loki was caught off guard by the hug.

After explaining the magic behind the concoctions, he headed towards the living room – and his next target.

“Best regards, brother.”

“Ah, thank you for playing along, Loki,” Thor laughed, wrapping an arm around the younger prince’s shoulders as he sat on the couch. “I am glad to celebrate with you.” 

“In honor of this most special occasion,” Loki replied, pulling a small brown parcel from his pocket and handing it to Thor. He picked at his palm as his brother opened the box, revealing four miniature figurines.

“Loki,” whispered Thor, his voice catching in his throat. “I- I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

Blinking back tears, Loki watched as Thor carefully sat the small figures on the coffee table. First was Frigga, resplendent in gold. Next was Loki, with gilded horns and emerald cape. Then Odin, complete with Gungnir. And finally, Thor, strong and mighty with lightning in one hand and his hammer in the other. 

“Is this what you’ve been toiling away at in your workshop all week?” 

“Yes, and I actually quite enjoyed the process,” Loki confessed, leaning forward to observe his own handiwork once more as he donned a mischievous smile. The figurine of himself was a few millimeters taller than Thor’s – practically undetectable, but Loki knew, and that was all that mattered. 

“Just don’t let the Valkyrie see these, or she’ll want me to make enough to sell at the New Asgard gift shop.” 

After promising Thor he’d work on figurines of the Warriors Three next, Loki headed out onto the front porch. There was still one gift left to give. 

Nebula sat alone on the steps, looking up into the night sky. 

“Heading back out there soon?” Loki asked, settling down beside her. 

“That is the plan.”

“Here. For your adventures.” He handed her a tarnished skeleton key. 

“Is this going to make our ship smell like eggs or something?” Nebula turned to him as Loki chuckled. Her skepticism was warranted. He was the trickster prince, after all. 

In truth, the key was a relic from his youth. Long forgotten until yesterday, when he discovered it in his workshop. 

“It is enchanted,” he explained with a grin, “but for use as a tool. That key will successfully pick any lock and open any door in the galaxy.” 

“Liar,” she hissed, but Loki caught the twinkle in her black eyes as she observed the serpent at the key’s bow emit a green glow, twisting into itself.

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” he said, straightening himself before walking to the front door. “Happy birthday, Nebula.” 

“How did you–” By the time she turned around, Loki had already disappeared. 

***

“Some Migardian traditions aren’t so bad, are they now, brother?” Thor teased as they walked back to the compound later that evening. 

Loki shook his head, but he couldn’t hide the smile spreading across his face. No, maybe life on Earth wasn’t so bad after all. 

tagging @loki-cees-all @sarahscribbles @cleo-fox @tripleyeeet @use-your-telescope @the-lady-amphitrite @liminalpebble @fictive-sl0th @coldnique @joyful-enchantress @superficialdomina @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @tallseaweed @maple-seed @loopsisloops @mischief2sarawr @asgards-princess-of-mischief @fandxmslxt69

[elliemarchetti]

Gwynriel Weeks Day 3

I really wanted to participate in this year’s @gwynrielweeksofficial, but since at the moment my free time is decidedly limited I opted for writing a collection of drabbles, a story that can be read all together or as standalones. I don’t know how many chapters I will actually be able to publish, but I present you the first, set after ACOSF and whatever happened in the last CC book (I haven’t read that saga and I don’t intend to, so I don’t know if the timeline is right)

Prompt: Confessions

Warnings: Angst

Words: 625

"I thought about you while you were gone."

Gwyn’s soft voice broke the comfortable silence, making him wince. Her words hit harder than any blow he ever received in his long life as a warrior, striking straight to the heart. He had found her on the stands of the training arena, her hair down, her feet bare and only a light nightgown to cover her slender body. The full moon made her look like a forgotten goddess he wanted to worship, a physical reaction that reminded him why he had to stay away.

“I feared you wouldn’t come back,” she went on, her usual sweet smell mixing with that of the alcohol she previously drank. Her teal eyes were wide, but uncharacteristically veiled with sadness, as if she still didn’t believe he was real and alive, next to her in the dark. Ever since Azriel had returned to the Night Court, they had never been alone. He had made up all sorts of excuses to postpone their private training sessions, and when she was with the Valkyries, he had let Cassian lead her training, for every moment he spent too close was a suffering, a test of his honour and morals.

“Do you want me to escort you inside?” he asked, when the absence of her words became too much to bear, ready to offer his jacket to cover her figure on the short journey. While he was on his mission, he had a lot of time to ponder. He usually liked the solitude, to be away from useless chatter and invasive questions, but the sound of Gwyn’s voice was music, the only thing capable of silencing the constant buzz of his thoughts and the fussing of his shadows. He had missed her incredibly, and when he saw her again with the other priestesses, the breath had left his lungs, making him gasp and eager to hold her in his arms, something he never did before and certainly couldn’t do at the moment, out of the blue.

In response to his question, Gwyn simply shook her head, the long hair escaping from behind her left ear, framing her face like a burnished cascade. For an instant, Azriel deluded himself that they were the only beings still existing in the world, light and shadow colliding with the stars as their only witnesses. He had to resist the impulse to retreat when she touched the tips of his flame-torn fingers with her own, smooth and tapered, and he had to will his instinct to not drag her on top of him and fuck her senseless. He wasn’t like those beasts who had violated her, but he was rough, and flawed and…

She’s about to kiss you, purred one of his shadows, the sound audible to him only. It was true, and as much as he had to, Azriel didn't stop it from happening. He responded to the delicate peck on his full lips as if he were afraid he might break her just by moving too fast, and he followed her lead with the fluidity of a centuries old spy.

“I’m sure Lady Elain is more capable than me, but after all the apprehension of the past few weeks, I had to do it,” she murmured when they finally parted, and something in Azriel broke. His detachment capitulated like the walls of a conquered city, and decades of repression resurfaced, freezing him in place. He watched her walk away, her back straighter than he would’ve expected, her pride intact. She was a force of the nature, incapable of regret, unaware that she had just left ruins and destruction in her wake.

“I thought of you too,” he whispered to no one, the words lost in the wind.

[nestaarcheronweek]

♕ Announcing Nesta Archeron Appreciation Week 2023 ♕

Join us in celebrating Nesta Archeron from April 23 through April 29, 2023!

Welcome back to Nesta Week 2023! We decided to move the event up sooner in the year in honor of Nesta being born sometime in the spring, so we hope you're ready to celebrate our queen a little sooner than expected! Feel free to participate in any way you can, from headcanons, fanart, moodboards, fics, drabbles…. no matter how big or small, anything celebrating Nesta is welcome!

Please tag @nestaarcheronweek and use the tag #NestaWeek2023 so we can see all your lovely posts!

This year’s prompts are as follows:

Day One: Sister ♕ Nesta has a unique bond with her sisters, whether that's with Feyre and Elain or Emerie and Gwyn. How do you see her interacting with them?

Day Two: Sharp ♕ Nesta's wit — and her love of pointy objects — has been well-documented across the series. What's your take on how this word applies to her?

Day Three: Valkyrie ♕ Nesta trained hard to earn the title of Valkyie in A Court of Silver Flames. How do you see her embodying the title of Valkyrie?

Day Four: Lover ♕ Nesta has had many opportunities for love across Prythain — who do you ship her with? Cassian? Emerie? Eris? Gwyn? Azriel? Cresseida? Any and all ships are welcome!

Day Five: Birthday Girl ♕ While Nesta doesn't have a specified birthday in canon, that doesn't mean we can't celebrate our favorite character turning a year older! How do you think Nesta and the people who love her would celebrate her special day?

Day Six: Lady Death ♕ After surviving the Cauldron, Nesta became one of the most powerful characters in Prythian. What do you think Lady Death's magic looks like?

Day Seven: Free Day ♕ Any topic of your choosing!

A huge shoutout to @dustjacketmusings, @c-e-d-dreamer, @talkfantasytome, @isterofimias, and many others for helping to plan this event!

Please contact @moodymelanist with any questions about the event. We can't wait to see what you all create!

[aldbooks]

ACOTAR Masterlist

AO3 ALDBooks

ACOTAR 🥀

Like After Images - Valkyrie Week prompt 'Blood Rite' *TW*

Several weeks after the Blood Rite, once the excitement of Nesta's mating ceremony and the birth of Nyx subside, the Valkyrie wade through the aftermath of what they faced in the Blood Rite

The Temporary Roommate - T - 3/3 - 13,951words

ACOTAR Secret Santa 2022 gift Mor's meddling family sends her and Emerie away to her estate for two weeks. It's either the best, or the worst thing that ever happened. She hadn't yet decided.

A Strange Melody - M - 12/12 - 19,752

ACOTAR Secret Santa 2023 gift for @sunshinebingo - a Gwynriel Little Mermaid AU

ACOTAR Writing Circle 3

A Friendly Wager - M - 1/1 - 2,205 words

Gwynriel oneshot fluffy fun - Alternate storyline A Fresh Spark

“Because of you I didn’t sleep at all last night” prompt Gwynriel

“I’m guessing you stole them?” Prompt Gwynriel

Azriel and his mother headcanons

Gwynriel/Kanthony headcanon

The necklace - Angsty Gwynriel

Snap me baby one more time - Nessian 2,175 words

Inspired by all the gym bro thirst traps that keep crossing my FYP that remind me of Cassian. Here's a silly little Nessian one shot with a side Gwynriel and Emorie plot (naturally)

Bodyshop - E - 4/4 - 19,441 words

Inspired by the song Unholy by Sam Smith & Kim Petra Mor and Cassian drag Azriel to Rita's the strip club the partially own with their friend Rhysand to see a new troop of dancers. A trio of women who go by the name Valkyrie.

Don’t you wanna be more than friends? - M - 3,839 words

Azriel and Gwyn have been growing steadily closer thanks to their midnight meetings in the training ring but, tonight, something is different... TW: mentions of SA

“Who says I want to reject it?” - Elucien

Drunk confessions - Elucien

Elucien angsty Drabble & Part 2

More angsty Elucien 

The haircut - Lucien cuts his hair and Elain has feelings about it

Gwynriel/Elucien drabble

Should've Stayed Dead - M - 4,437 words

Nessian (sort of) Lucien receives a message requesting a meeting with the Night Court. Specifically, the Archeron sisters. Cassian's POV

Angsty prompts requests:

Elucien [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11]

Gwynriel [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Lucien/Feyre [1]

Her tears like diamonds on the floor - 1,610words

Angsty Gwynriel Starfall drabble

Embrace - E - 14/? :

Collection of Smut prompt requests including the following ships:

Amren x Varian

Gwynriel

Helion x LoA

Feysand

Elucien

Viviane x Kallias

Jassa

Nessian

Gwynriel week prompts:

Solstice Night

“You’re the new ribbon Az”

To Win a Prince - Cinderella AU

Elucien story inspired by Persuasion - The Remembrance of Regret

Unchained Melody - angsty/smutty Gwynriel

Rosaline inspired Gwynriel scene

Gwynriel sparring

My Jolly Sailor Bold - Gwynriel mermay

I thought my demons were almost defeated but you took their side and you pulled them to freedom - Gwynriel based on @acourtdelaluna head canon

Moth to Flame - Gwynriel Summer Solstice

Frost and Flame - Pure angst from Lucien's POV, no happy ending

A Court of Light and Shadows series - Elucien/Gwynriel

This series consists of an Elucien prequel then a Gwynriel and Elucien story that run tandem to each other - the directions for the tandem read are in the notes of each respective chapter for those interested

A Breaking - M - 1/1 - 2,899 words

After witnessing the almost kiss on Winter Solstice, Lucien makes a decision.

A Court of Shadows - E - 37/37 - 94,718 words

Azriel has begun to notice that his thoughts regarding a certain priestess have begun to shift. Before he can fully set aside his more inappropriate musings, Gwyn makes a proposal he can't resist

A Court of Light - M - 31/31 - 88,258 words

A year after the events of A Breaking, Elain feels a tug on the bond and realizes her estranged mate is in danger. Lucien, now returned to the Night Court, wonders if he might have been too hasty in his decision to leave, and if there might still be a chance for him with his mate

[moodymelanist]

Cassian Week 2024 Masterlist

@cassianappreciationweek

Day 1: Flying

Hey There, Summerboy — When the Valkyries’ parasailing excursion doesn’t go as planned, the hot guy on the beach swoops in to help Nesta out.

Day 2: Hair

Might Let It Down For You — It was supposed to be an ordinary evening workout, but then the hot guy from apartment 3B just had to make things interesting.

Day 3: Family

Loads of Fun — Cassian spends the morning training with his daughters.

Day 4: Lover

Drabble — Nessian waking up in each other’s arms.

[thevalkyriesshadow]

Welcome to my smutty, angsty, weird little mind 💖

You can find all my works under the break!

✨️Enjoy✨️

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Gwynriel 💙

Knot Just Friends - Omega verse AU | Complete | One Shot

Claim Me - AU | Complete | 7 chapters

Break Bones, Not Hearts - AU | In Progress - On a short hiatus after Chapter 13

Tight Spaces - Canon Setting | Complete | 3 Chapters

Thirty Moments Tell A Story - Canon Setting | Complete | 30 Chapters

Please...Stay - Canon Setting | Complete | One Shot

The Priestess Listened - Canon Setting | Complete | One Shot

Song of the Shadowsinger - Canon Setting | Complete | One Shot

Getaway Car - AU | Complete | One Shot

Gwynriel Drabbles on Tumblr 💜

Shower Drabble - Canon Setting | Maybe complete?

Angsty Drabble - Canon Setting | Complete | One Shot

Dagger Handling/Pole Constructing Drabble - Canon Setting | Complete | One Shot

Azriel’s Broken Bone Drabble - Canon Setting | Complete? TBD

Priestess & Valkyrie Gwyneth Berdara 👑

Restricted Knowledge - Canon Setting | Complete | One Shot

The Valkyries ⚔️

Nest Friends - Canon Setting | Omegaverse | Written for Valkyrie Appreciation Week October 20th-26th, 2024! | Complete

Work In Progress 📝

Country!Gwynriel - AU | Saving the farm by winning a singing contest vibes

Holiday Fics!

Multi-chapter gwynriel omegaverse 🤭

Rewriting the first ever Gwynriel fic I wrote (trust me, it needs a rewrite, but the premise is so fun!)

[jebewonmorelike]

If You Love Me, You'll Give Me Your Robux

wc: 587 pronouns: she/her (he/him and they/them versions below original! <3 love u fellow alphabet mafia) warnings: none; fluffy fluff :) summary: jay just won't stop playing roblox (and he never will) ~bp masterlist~  ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ hi so... starting this little adventure. i was a fanfiction writer way back in the day. like a decade ago i wrote various one direction, 5sos, and youtuber fanfics when i was 13. i'm sure some kids watching boys planet are 13 now and that is terrifying to me. anyway, i decided to try my hand at some drabbles again after a long hiatus. please send requests or asks and we can talk about boys planet and whatnot. be my friend pls. :) and also enjoy.

"Jay, can we please just go out to dinner or something already? You've been staring at that screen for hours."

You hated nagging Jay, but at this point it seemed more than necessary. Sure, he was enjoying his time off from filming Boys Planet and you were more than happy to have him home in your arms for a couple weeks before he had to leave for the second mission. But when all he wanted to do for the last 48 hours was play Roblox, you were admittedly getting bored... and a tad bit annoyed (... and the teensiest bit jealous).

Jay doesn't respond and you sigh dramatically from where you are laying on his bed, scrolling hopelessly through Instagram as you wait for your boyfriend to pay attention to you.

"Jay!" You call out to him again, but still he doesn't reply. "Jay, I swear to--."

"Who do you swear to, huh?" He says finally, turning to face you with an expectant smirk. "God is not gonna help you pry me away from Roblox. No one is capable of that."

"Could you hear me the whole time?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods, sucking his teeth in contemplation. "I could. Including when you called me a--."

"Alright, alright," you cut him off with a groan. "Sorry for that. But I'm bored! You haven't seen your beautiful, perfect girlfriend in almost a month and here she is, sitting so pretty on your bed of all places and all you can do is play Roblox."

Jay just looks more amused. "You're really hyping yourself up there."

You collapse back onto his bed, completely defeated by your smartass boyfriend's annoying wit. You lie there, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before you hear Jay giggle. You feel something hit your arm and search for the culprit next to you, finally picking up what appears to be a crumpled up sticky note. 

You open it, reading what's written messily inside:

you do look perfect XD 

You turn it over to read the back:

even from this really unflattering angle you've provided me <3

"Thanks," you say reluctantly, sighing as you sit back up to look at him.

He's grinning, but your heart breaks a bit at how tired he looks. "Is it okay if I just play for the rest of today? I'm sorry it feels like I'm ignoring you. I'm just exhausted and I feel kind of sick from the time change. I'll literally be all yours tomorrow."

"Of course, Jay. I understand," you agree with a smile, making a mental note to check that he sleeps well tonight. "But aren't you always all mine?"

Jay nods at you cheekily. "Always, gorgeous."

Your boyfriend turns back to his computer, pulling his headphones back over his ears. You look at him for a few moments, admiring the view.

"Stop staring," he says abruptly with a laugh and you turn away, grabbing your laptop from your bag and flipping it open. 

A few minutes later, Jay's laugh sounds through his bedroom. You steal a glimpse to see him shaking his head and rubbing his hands across his face. "You are relentless!"

You bite your lip to keep from grinning, typing something into the Roblox chat: 

you can't escape me

i don't want to

GIVE ME ALL YOUR ROBUX

wait what no are you robbing me? babe wtf 

i love u :(

if you love me, you'll give me all your robux... 

i want the violet valkyrie ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

for sweet he/him-using boys :)

"Jay, can we please just go out to dinner or something already? You've been staring at that screen for hours."

You hated nagging Jay, but at this point it seemed more than necessary. Sure, he was enjoying his time off from filming Boys Planet and you were more than happy to have him home in your arms for a couple weeks before he had to leave for the second mission. But when all he wanted to do for the last 48 hours was play Roblox, you were admittedly getting bored... and a tad bit annoyed (... and the teensiest bit jealous).

Jay doesn't respond and you sigh dramatically from where you are laying on his bed, scrolling hopelessly through Instagram as you wait for your boyfriend to pay attention to you.

"Jay!" You call out to him again, but still he doesn't reply. "Jay, I swear to--."

"Who do you swear to, huh?" He says finally, turning to face you with an expectant smirk. "God is not gonna help you pry me away from Roblox. No one is capable of that."

"Could you hear me the whole time?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods, sucking his teeth in contemplation. "I could. Including when you called me a--."

"Alright, alright," you cut him off with a groan. "Sorry for that. But I'm bored! You haven't seen your handsome, perfect boyfriend in almost a month and here he is, sitting so magnificently on your bed of all places and all you can do is play Roblox."

Jay just looks more amused. "You're really hyping yourself up there."

You collapse back onto his bed, completely defeated by your smartass boyfriend's annoying wit. You lie there, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before you hear Jay giggle. You feel something hit your arm and search for the culprit next to you, finally picking up what appears to be a crumpled up sticky note. 

You open it, reading what's written messily inside:

you do look perfect XD 

You turn it over to read the back:

even from this really unflattering angle you've provided me <3

"Thanks," you say reluctantly, sighing as you sit back up to look at him.

He's grinning, but your heart breaks a bit at how tired he looks. "Is it okay if I just play for the rest of today? I'm sorry it feels like I'm ignoring you. I'm just exhausted and I feel kind of sick from the time change. I'll literally be all yours tomorrow."

"Of course, Jay. I understand," you agree with a smile, making a mental note to check that he sleeps well tonight. "But aren't you always all mine?"

Jay nods at you cheekily. "Always, gorgeous."

Your boyfriend turns back to his computer, pulling his headphones back over his ears. You look at him for a few moments, admiring the view.

"Stop staring," he says abruptly with a laugh and you turn away, grabbing your laptop from your bag and flipping it open. 

A few minutes later, Jay's laugh sounds through his bedroom. You steal a glimpse to see him shaking his head and rubbing his hands across his face. "You are relentless!"

You bite your lip to keep from grinning, typing something into the Roblox chat: 

you can't escape me

i don't want to

GIVE ME ALL YOUR ROBUX

wait what no are you robbing me? babe wtf 

i love u :(

if you love me, you'll give me your robux...

i want the violet valkyrie ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

for nonbinary folx that use they/them pronouns :)

"Jay, can we please just go out to dinner or something already? You've been staring at that screen for hours."

You hated nagging Jay, but at this point it seemed more than necessary. Sure, he was enjoying his time off from filming Boys Planet and you were more than happy to have him home in your arms for a couple weeks before he had to leave for the second mission. But when all he wanted to do for the last 48 hours was play Roblox, you were admittedly getting bored... and a tad bit annoyed (... and the teensiest bit jealous).

Jay doesn't respond and you sigh dramatically from where you are laying on his bed, scrolling hopelessly through Instagram as you wait for your boyfriend to pay attention to you.

"Jay!" You call out to him again, but still he doesn't reply. "Jay, I swear to--."

"Who do you swear to, huh?" He says finally, turning to face you with an expectant smirk. "God is not gonna help you pry me away from Roblox. No one is capable of that."

"Could you hear me the whole time?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods, sucking his teeth in contemplation. "I could. Including when you called me a--."

"Alright, alright," you cut him off with a groan. "Sorry for that. But I'm bored! You haven't seen your gorgeous, perfect partner in almost a month and here they are, sitting so stunningly on your bed of all places and all you can do is play Roblox."

Jay just looks more amused. "You're really hyping yourself up there."

You collapse back onto his bed, completely defeated by your smartass boyfriend's annoying wit. You lie there, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before you hear Jay giggle. You feel something hit your arm and search for the culprit next to you, finally picking up what appears to be a crumpled up sticky note. 

You open it, reading what's written messily inside:

you do look perfect XD 

You turn it over to read the back:

even from this really unflattering angle you've provided me <3

"Thanks," you say reluctantly, sighing as you sit back up to look at him.

He's grinning, but your heart breaks a bit at how tired he looks. "Is it okay if I just play for the rest of today? I'm sorry it feels like I'm ignoring you. I'm just exhausted and I feel kind of sick from the time change. I'll literally be all yours tomorrow."

"Of course, Jay. I understand," you agree with a smile, making a mental note to check that he sleeps well tonight. "But aren't you always all mine?"

Jay nods at you cheekily. "Always, gorgeous."

Your boyfriend turns back to his computer, pulling his headphones back over his ears. You look at him for a few moments, admiring the view.

"Stop staring," he says abruptly with a laugh and you turn away, grabbing your laptop from your bag and flipping it open. 

A few minutes later, Jay's laugh sounds through his bedroom. You steal a glimpse to see him shaking his head and rubbing his hands across his face. "You are relentless!"

You bite your lip to keep from grinning, typing something into the Roblox chat: 

you can't escape me

i don't want to

GIVE ME ALL YOUR ROBUX

wait what no are you robbing me? babe wtf 

i love u :(

if you love me, you'll give me your roblux...

i want the violet valkyrie ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

[labellefleur-sauvage]

could you please write something about cassian and nesta fighting about something and it ends up in very steamy sex???

I read the word ‘steamy’ and took that literally, so here’s a little drabble for you…

XXX

After finishing a fierce private snowball fight between themselves, Nesta and Cassian continue their heated battle in the birchin.

Pairing: Nesta/Cassian

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.6K

XXX

“That snowball grazed your wing and you know it!”

“It did not.”

“Yes, it did!” Nesta shot back. “ I can still see the snow on your wingtip.”

“It’s snowing out—of course there’s snow on my wings.”

“There’s a giant lump of snow right where my snowball—!”

“Nesta, Nesta, Nesta,” Cassian interrupted, shoving his hands in his pockets and slowing his walk to an infuriatingly slow pace as Nesta fumed at his side. “Just admit that I, the General of the Night Court, one of the strongest Illyrian warriors to ever live, and a winner of … uh, several snowball fights—“

“And a giant, self-centered ass—“

“Beat you fair and square in our one-on-one,” Cassian ended, giving his mate a condescending grin while she grit her teeth.

Nesta stomped her way through the snow leading to the cabin, her face twisted in anger. Cassian swore he saw the snow falling around her head melt. “And I think you’re an arrogant cheater who can’t admit that his wife beat him in a snowball fight.”

“Hey now,” Cassian said, holding up his hands placatingly, “I’d have no problem admitting that my gorgeous and sexy Valkyrie wife bested me in a snowball fight.”

“Then why don’t you admit it?”

“Because I won.”

Nesta groaned and stalked ahead of him. Cassian laughed. When he’d asked Rhys weeks ago if he and Nesta could borrow the cabin in the mountains for some quality alone time—“For Nes and I to start making our own traditions,” he’d asked his brother, while Rhys only smirked and told him not to break anything—Cassian thought they’d spend the time lounging about with warm drinks, cuddling by the fire, or making dinner together. Normal things.

Instead, as soon as they arrived and dropped their bags by the bed, Nesta twirled on him.

“A snowball fight,” she’d demanded, her gray eyes bright. “Right now. I’m curious to see how good you really are, since you usually lose to your brothers every Solstice.”

Nesta had strutted out of the cabin without a backward glance and Cassian trailed along after her, unable to resist her challenge. What followed was a furious snowball fight that reminded him of battles from the war with Hybern: intense, exhausting and draining, but without any bloodshed.

Their relationship, especially the start, could be summed up the same way, Cassian thought, watching his mate climb back up the hill towards the cabin, her firm backside flexing with every step. He felt himself twitch in his pants at the sight, imagining what else they could do to pass the time together in the cabin.

Right before she reached the front door, Nesta turned and walked to the edge of the house. Cassian grinned; he was also planning on relaxing in the birchin, and knew Nesta wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.

By the time he let himself into the birchin, warm steam had filled the room and heat smacked him in the face when he opened the door.

“Hurry up and get in, you’re letting out the warmth.”

Nesta was already naked and sitting on a bench, save for a small towel wrapped around her body. She watched Cassian with a bored look as he hurriedly undressed. An eyebrow twitched as he dropped his pants and reached for a towel.

“Are you always so excited after a fight?”

“Just when it’s with you,” Cassian replied automatically, sitting on the opposite bench facing Nesta, the thin towel around his hips doing little to conceal his erection.

“Well, I don’t fuck snowball fight cheaters,” she sneered, looking him up and down.

“What about snowball fight winners?”

“I wouldn’t know, since you didn’t win.”

“Get over it, sweetheart,” Cassian grinned, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. “Our inaugural snowball fight as a mated couple ended with me victorious and you the loser.”

Nesta’s eyes briefly traveled to the wide expanse of his chest before she returned her cool gaze to his. “Must be a nice change for you to win for once. I can see why you lose to your brothers every year. You barely beat me.”

Cassian clenched his jaw. “Needed to pull my punches, so to speak, to make things competitive with you.”

Nesta snorted. “Don’t lie. I saw the sweat running down your face. You were throwing snowballs like your life depended on it.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re just a sore loser. You can never admit when I’m better than you at something—which is all the time, in case you forgot.”

She scoffed. “Name one thing—“

“I beat you in boxing that one time we spared. I swept you three times, and you barely made me stumble.”

“You’re a giant and have more than a hundred pounds on me,” Nesta said, her hands gripping the edge of the bench.

“Or that one time I beat you at solving those Solstice riddles Feyre came up with.”

“You only won because you had Gywn as a partner. You were a bottle of wine in and couldn’t even spell your own name.”

“I’m better than you with a sword.”

“Is that what you call touching yourself now?”

Cassian couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped his mouth. The laugh turned into a groan as Nesta rose from the bench and stood in between his spread legs.

“Thought you didn’t fuck snowball fight cheaters?”

“Admit you lied and I wouldn’t be,” she replied, dropping her towel and climbing onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips. He groaned, his hands automatically gripping her thighs.

“Fuck, Nes,” he sighed, reaching up to kiss her, but Nesta shied away.

“Well? Did that last snowball really clip your wing?”

“Nesta,” Cassian growled in warning as she swiveled her bare core over his cloth-covered cock, his head swimming with steam and heat. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

“Answer me and we can continue.” She trailed a hand down between her breasts, lower and lower, skimming the fine hair between her legs. Cassian watched her hand, transfixed, as her fingers dipped between her thighs and he was hit with the sweet scent of her arousal, thicker than the steam surrounding them—

Nesta snapped the fingers that had grazed her cunt in front of his face. “Well?”

“Fine!” he snapped. “Your snowball hit me!”

“And…?” Her nimble hands worked at the knot on his towel and unwrapped it, freeing his aching cock.

“You beat me, you won, whatever you want!” He reached for her again but she batted his hand away.

“I knew it! Admit it—I’m the winner!”

He snarled. “Always have to have the last word, don’t you, Nes?”

“Yes,” she answered simply, and crushed her lips against his.

From there it was a different battle than their snowball fight: lips and teeth and tongues bit and stroked and soothed tender flesh. She caressed his cock, while Cassian groaned against Nesta’s plump lips when his hand dove between her legs and felt the wetness seeping from between her lower lips. Without warning, he thrust two thick fingers inside her.

Nesta’s responding bite to his lower lip made his body throb like drums beating during battle. She panted against his lips as she rode his fingers. Growing impatient, with the taste of his own blood on his tongue, Cassian withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock at her entrance. Nesta sank down without another word.

Cassian groaned at being enveloped within her warmth. Nesta raised up on her knees so only his cockhead was still nestled in her cunt, and he shivered slightly from the rush of air—colder than Nesta’s body, despite the steam—hitting his wet cock.

She took him to the hilt on the next stroke and set a steady pace of raising and lowering herself on his cock. “Isn’t this better than lying to say you won a snowball fight?” Nesta gloated, smirking down at him.

Growling, Cassian gripped her hips and lifted Nesta off his length. Ignoring her indignant shout, he positioned her so her knees were on the bench and her arms thrown over the back of the bench, her ass in the air. He spread her thighs apart and slid inside her in one thrust. “Isn’t getting fucked by your mate better than some dumb snowball fight?”

She didn’t answer, but based on the soft moans and pleas for more, he thought she agreed with him. Cassian fucked into her tight cunt, his hands holding onto her hips for dear life. Moisture dripped off their bodies; he could see water collecting in the strong curve of Nesta’s spine, and her knees occasionally slipped on the bench underneath them. She didn’t tell him to stop or slow down, instead gasping, “Harder!” when he readjusted his stance behind her.

Her ass bounced with every thrust inside her. He watched, transfixed, as one of Nesta’s arms reached between her legs and began stroking her bud, her fingers occasionally dragging along his cock until, with a strangled moan, she came, squeezing his cock so hard his release followed soon after.

Cassian wiped a hand down his face, unsure how much of the moisture was sweat or water. Bending over to kiss the back of Nesta’s neck, he slowly withdrew his cock from her body.

“I’ll have to lie and cheat at snowball fights more often if that’s the result.”

Nesta stood and stretched like a cat. Grabbing her towel, she walked towards the door, a corner of her mouth turned up. “Next time, just admit I beat you, so we can get straight to the good part.”

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