#Eir: why have you aged—

[worstloki]

No really, thor aging five hundred years in a couple earth days sounds like a good fic idea

Loki’s going to make fun of him so much for it

#Thor threatening to get him banished so he’ll stop asksing if any grey hairs have set in #Post-Ragnarok when Thor needs medical attention for everything Eir asking what exactly happened why is he centuries older and Loki snitching #Eir: why have you aged— #Loki: (sagely) truly following Father’s footsteps #Eir: .???? #Loki: Odin turned him into a mortal for about 4 days at some point #Eir: he did WHAT

[satuguro]

✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH

[ ACT I: THE GLOW ]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#SYNOPSIS— xavier’s attracted to intimidating women, you and wednesday bond over murder methods, and you really need to stop being attracted to trouble.

#CONTAINS— enemies to fwb to lovers, academic rivals, intimidating and flawed reader, gore, blood, death, aged up characters (everyone is 18 except for eugene), sexual content (later on)

#AUTHORSNOTE— spontaneously writing an xavier thorpe fanfic was honestly not on my mind but oh well here it is ! feel free to send me asks/requests about this series or for other wednesday characters

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI

a valkyrie was not a mere label. it was a highly respected role, one that was not granted to simply because you were a child of odin. no, the position of a valkyrie was an important one, because every warrior who died in battle, every fighter’s soul, relied on you to bring them to valhalla — no matter what that was for them. heaven, hell, reincarnation — you and your sisters brought them there.

nevermore was seemingly the only available place in which you could reside. you were the youngest of the ten valkyrie sisters, the only one born into the 21st century (as the rest of them were much too old for you to count). odin tried to put his youngest daughter into every school imaginable; public school, private school, boarding school, juvenile detention.

all brought out the same results. you found the material easy and the lack of competition boring, or you were found beating some kid into the ground, your knuckles bloody as adults pried you off of them.

granted, every person you have ever thrown a punch at was deserving of it. but it’s not like the police care about the kid with a broken leg; they care about the person who carelessly broke it with their bare hands.

that was why you found yourself in nevermore, standing awkwardly next to your nine sisters as you loosened your tie around your neck.

the other students didn’t care to hide their stares, their whispers loud and very audible to you as you looked at every single one of them.

“don’t loosen your tie, y/n,” your eldest sister, brunhilde, said with a small look, her arms crossed as she stood towering above the rest of the passing students. “you must look presentable.”

“since when did you ever care about looking presentable?” you replied with a scoff, using one finger to loosen the black tie incompletely. you heard your second youngest sister, gunnr, snicker at that, her laughter quickly hindered by a glare from another one of your sisters.

“ever since father decided to send us to take you here rather than himself,” brunhilde snapped, bitterness evident in her tone as she clenched her jaw. her emerald green eyes flashed in anger; the fact that her father decided not to show up to something like this yet again wasn’t surprising, but it still annoyed her nonetheless.

“he was busy,” eir, the second eldest valkyrie, murmured, coming in yet again as the peacemaker. “besides— this isn’t exactly father’s scene. too many children.”

their conversation melted into the background as your eyes drifted around the courtyard. there seemed to be little cliques within the school — gorgons, vampires, werewolves, sirens, psychics — how cliche. your eyes however, landed on one boy that was painting a raven on the wall, his eyes already set on you far before you noticed him.

his long hair was tied back, his hazel eyes boring into yours as he stopped painting, his hand falling to his side. he was studying you, observing your purposely loosened tie, the sword necklace that hung around your neck, the dagger strapped to your side, and the nine buff women who stood around you. they looked nothing like you, but their energy was strong. powerful. unwavering.

you didn’t break eye contact with him, your eyes narrowing as you challenged him to look away first.

“y/n odinsdottir." a tall woman who practically screamed elegance interrupted your staring contest, forcing you to look away first. her hair was perfectly pinned up, and her cherry red lips curled into a smile as she looked at you. "welcome to nevermore. i assume these are your sisters?" she questioned, looking at your siblings with a warm smile.

"we won't be here long," brunhilde stated, stepping forward. she seemed to be about the same height as the woman, which seemed to please her greatly. she held out a calloused hand. "brunhilde. you're the principal, correct?"

"yes - larissa weems." principal weems' smile never broke as she shook your sister's hand. wordlessly, she began to lead the ten of you to her office. "i have made living arrangements for y/n - i hope she does well with roommates. one of her other roommates is a new student as well."

this new school was, frankly, a lot fancier than most of the schools you had gone to. it looked old, with too many ghosts and history hidden in its walls, but while the school stood out more than the rest, the people seemed to be all the same. prudes with enough money to have the world in their hands. teenagers who have never been told 'no' in their lives. cockiness and pride seemed to ooze from every crevice.

in a way, you found it amusing.

"it was honestly quite a surprise to find all of you here rather than your father," principal weems commented as she opened the door to her office, "i believe that he had told me that he would arrive." she situated herself into her chair behind her desk, placing her hands on the table and clasping them.

you stood in front of the desk, rolling your eyes at her comment. "he likes to lie," you stated bluntly, ignoring the glare eir sent to you as she offered principal an apologetic smile.

"what y/n means to say is," eir began, absentmindedly toying with one of her long golden braids, "our father is very busy. he has other business to attend to."

"he likes doing business." you continued, "especially on his bed."

one of your older sisters, skuld, hissed a small "y/n," as a warning for your words, making you huff in annoyance.

eir's smile was unwavering and her politeness was undeterred as she laughed lightly, "i apologize for y/n's words. she often.. lacks a filter."

"it's no problem, i assure you." principal weems' smile grew as she looked at you, "she's in very capable hands. later, she will receive a tour from one of her roommates, enid sinclair. she's very approachable; i'm sure they will get along."

that statement made your mask fall for just a second.

friends and lovers were topics that were often unspoken between you and your sisters. to put it frankly, it was hard for valkyries to truly find themselves friends with others or loving another because of something you called 'the glow.' valkyries, being a guide for souls in battle, had the ability to know when someone's death was near. it often appeared as a golden glow around the individual moments before a battle or before a specific moment. to help was to lose your position as a valkyrie. to lose your father's acceptance and appreciation of you. it was the foundation of your position, your one important duty to guide the souls of warriors, but there had been instances where the glow appeared for those you cared for. friends. lovers.

it had happened too many times to your sisters. they had all lost lovers and friends in battle, and had to be the one to guide their souls and leave them for eternity. but there came a moment in time where they all decided to stop caring so much for others. they focused on each other, protecting their own sisters out of fear of caring and losing another.

and when you were born, they warned you of that same fate. they warned you of how hard it was to sense death, to be a symbol of war and death. so to say that you would get along with another and care for them was hard to fathom, because your mind automatically thought of losing them in an instant.

and if you lost them and were not able to guide them, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.

"i will say that your record is.. only mildly concerning, y/n," principal weems said as she pulled out your folder. she scanned through the pages, licking her finger as she turned and read every offense and crime that ended with you getting kicked out of a school. "you've sent tons of people to the hospital for horrible injuries," she murmured, and you swallowed, mentally preparing yourself to hear the list. "you've broken the limbs of many, gave concussions to many more, and in one instance dropped a teenage boy from a thousand feet above ground."

"all deserved. i hold no remorse for them," you stated, a proud smirk making its way onto your face.

principal weems' brows furrowed as she reached the last page in the folder, the words 'saving grace orphanage' in large letters at the top of the form. "kicked out of nearly 20 homes in the span of 13 years."

your smirk fell, your eyes turning cold as you glared at the principal. next to you, gunnr shifted uncomfortably, her hands clenching and unclenching in the instance she had to hold you back from landing a hand on your principal. "how did you get those?"

"nevermore requires all documents from students," principal weems read down the paper, her look of discontent and worry seemingly growing with every line, "even those that have been terminated." one line specifically caught her eye.

has been found at one location consistently. the owner of the property has claimed that there is no reason for y/n to be there, but she seems to be connected to it. if not found at her foster home, she is most likely found here.

how was it you were only here for a few hours and you now wanted to strangle your principal?

"they have been terminated for a reason," you seethed, "my sisters had them forgotten."

"for very good reasons," brunhilde added, her voice eerily calm as she rolled her shoulders back, fixing her posture. "that's private information only our family knows."

"of course." principal weems shut the folder abruptly, the warm smile (though it was nothing more than plastic to you) returning to her red lips. "shall we bring you to your room?"

"i didn't know that valkyries could be as young as you."

you raised a brow at one of your roommates, wednesday, her deadpan tone doing little to influence you as you shrugged. "i'm the youngest of the ten," you stated, walking alongside her as you followed your other roommate, enid sinclair, around.

"that sounds like torture. of the worst degree," wednesday said, making enid clear her throat to catch your attention.

truthfully, enid was much more extraverted than you would ever be, but you didn't mind. she talked, you and wednesday listened - it was a good system. and she talked a lot. the fact that she was bringing around nevermore's first valkyrie was something she seemed incredibly happy about.

good for her.

"i already gave wednesday the whole rundown!" enid said with a contagiously bright smile. "this is the courtyard. everyone kind of hang out around here between classes or just.. whenever!" she explained, practically bouncing with every step as she brought you around. "there's a lot of cliques here; vampires, werewolves - like me, gorgons," her eyes landed on a few people around the fountain, her smile faltering for just a moment, "sirens, psychics, the usual."

"did you kill someone in your last school?" wednesday asked, making enid gasp.

"wednesday! i thought we would bring it up later!" enid scolded, frowning as she nudged the dreary girl.

"i was impatient." wednesday's face contorted into one of slight discontent at the nudge, though she (surprisingly) didn't complain.

you however, merely shrugged in response, folding your arms over your chest. "not the one at my last one. i just broke his legs - why?"

"because rumors spread like wildfire at nevermore," enid explained, coming to a stop in the middle of the corridor, much to some students' chagrin "practically everyone's talking about it! i told you that they'd forget about what you did, wednesday," she said pointedly, making wednesday blink, which was frankly a rather large reaction.

you looked at wednesday, eyebrows raising in curiosity. "did you kill someone?"

"two people. not one."

"what was your method?"

"piranhas from my aquarium at home. and you?"

you hummed in appreciation at her method before responding with a curt, "flew up and dropped him from a thousand feet." it made wednesday nod once.

"impressive."

"okay, steering the subject away from death and murder," enid interrupted, awkwardly chuckling as she continued to walk. she came to a stop in front of the boy who had been painting the raven, her smile of relief much too obvious to go unnoticed by you. "xavier! you've made such good progress!"

"thanks, enid." the boy - xavier - turned around, his mouth seemingly going dry when he saw you staring at him. your arms were crossed over your chest, your head tilted up to observe his painting. "you're the one who dropped the guy."

your look of curiosity turned into one of annoyance, your eyebrow raising as your eyes snapped towards him. "what about it?" you challenged, and you heard enid laugh awkwardly yet again.

"nothing. just asking, that's all," a hint of a smirk made its way onto his face, his hand - the one with paint on it - coming out towards you. "xavier thorpe."

"if you think that i'm going to shake your messy hand, you must believe i'm an idiot," you said bluntly, eyes narrowing.

"both an idiot and impolite," xavier responded, and end immediately grabbed you as you tried to take a step towards him, turning you around and briskly walking you the other way.

you didn't want to see him again after your first encounter with him. you didn't like smug people who had nothing to be smug about - the competitiveness in you wasn't cut out for any of that.

it did come in handy however, for academics.

while it wasn’t as fun as war or training was, it gave you enough competition to feel satisfied in victory. public schools were far too easy in your opinion, private schools equally as easy with more prudish people, but nevermore was more interesting. everyone was smarter, weirder, and more witty than any normie— it kept you entertained.

for the past week, you had been dead set on being the best at every class you had. macabre literature, arithmetic, botany, anatomy - you kept yourself busy trying to make a lasting impact on the professors.

you walked into the art class, eyes widening at its size. huge windows allowed for tons of sunlight to shine in, but since it was a gloomy day (or “a wonderful day” by wednesday’s standards), you could only see the condensation and fog on the windows. on one side of the room was sculpture and pottery supplies, while the other had painting and drawing easels set up in a circle with space in the middle for posing.

principal weems wanted you to do something that didn’t include fighting, weapons, or punching, you were going to join wednesday in fencing, but you found yourself here instead.

the class was small and the teacher was as careless as ever, muttering something about how artists must choose their own paths when creating art. but as you walked in and looked at the few faces, your face soured when you realized who you had to sit next to.

“thorpe.” you stated coldly, sitting stiffly in the easel next to him. it was almost funny how out of place you looked, sitting with straight posture on the stool and staring up at the large canvas in front of you.

xavier however, looked as relaxed as ever. he smiled at you lazily as he looked up from his sketchbook. “y/n. how nice of you to grace me with your presence.”

“it wasn’t my choice — weems wanted me to do something.. nonviolent.” you picked up the piece of charcoal in front of you, lips turning down to a slight frown. you hadn’t drawn in forever.

“i heard you tried for fencing,” xavier hummed, watching you pick up art supplies and weigh them in your hand. “you know that fencing doesn't include actual stabbing, right?”

“i do know that, thorpe,” you grumbled, avoiding eye contact as you removed your blazer, leaving only your white button up and messy tie. you rolled up your sleeves, oblivious to the way xavier’s eyes slowly went to your arms.

you were strong.

he had always guessed it — he had gotten stoned with ajax the night prior and they spent the next hour searching up how strong every outcast really was. valkyries, xavier learned, had superhuman strength, agility, stamina, and fighting abilities, so he wasn’t sure why he was so shocked to see your toned arms.

there was a tattoo of a sword on your inner forearm. it was so intricately drawn that he found himself staring at it for a little too long, simply admiring the style. admiring the way it decorated your skin.

"it's stupid how there's no actual stabbing in it," you continued, absentmindedly rolling up your sleeves. you side-eyed xavier, eyes uninterested as you watched the way he stared at your tattoo. "weirdo," you muttered, standing up abruptly and breaking his trance. “i’m going to do sculpting.”

xavier snorted, covering his gawking with his usual confidence as he fixed himself on his stool, spreading his legs just a bit. "since when did you sculpt?" he asked, half disinterested and half curious as he watched you shrug.

"one of my foster parents had a pottery studio." you stared at him blankly, a pause of awkward silence encompassing you before you said a curt, "bye," and left xavier at his easel.

xavier pulled his attention back to his sketchbook, eyes burning holes into his page of a certain pigtailed girl. for an hour he sat there, drawing in his visions on his sketchbook; many of which were of wednesday.

but one page in particular made him stop and stare. in his trance, much too focused on the feeling of his charcoal pencil on paper to care for what he was truly drawing, he had drawn what seemed to be an angel. it flew in the darkness of the page, her arms outstretched and its wingspan wide as she looked up at the top of the page. her hand was holding an invisible hand, but he saw the detail he put into the bandages that adorned her arms and knuckles.

hesitantly, xavier put his hand over the page, watching as the drawing began to move. the angel's arm moved ever so slightly, and his heart thumped loud in his chest when he saw your tattoo on your forearm.

subtly, he looked up through his eyelashes towards where you had been working, his mouth running dry as he watched you start to center your clay on the pottery wheel. you were surrounded by bowls, mugs, and plates of all kinds, being a rather quick worker with a delicate hand for someone who loved to fight. xavier watched you shape the clay in your hands, the substance molding easily as you moved it.

the sight of your eyes snapping up to meet his made him hide his enamor with a lazy smile and an awkward wave, which made you scoff and return to your pottery. but his eyes lingered on you, focused on the way your elbows were on your legs, how you were hunched over and how your arms were messy with clay. how your hair was much messier than when the class started. how your jaw was clenched in concentration, your eyes like a hawk's as you stared at the mug you were creating.

quickly, xavier looked back at his sketched, eyes set on the drawing he had done of you. it was such a specific image; how odd.

on your first friday in nevermore, enid had dragged you along with her to the harvest festival fair, saying something along the lines of "we have to ride every ride there!" that made you reluctantly agree to go. in any other circumstance, you would have opted to stay home and do anything but go out, but enid was enid, and she had no idea when to quit.

thing - wednesday's little hand friend - also contributed to getting you up and ready for the carnival. he was pretty persuasive.

which was how you found yourself awkwardly standing next to a carnival game after enid ran off with ajax, a boy she very obviously liked. it was confusing how people could be so blind to things like that.

the tight black long sleeve you wore was, in your opinion, enough to keep yourself warm as your body generated more body heat than many others. frankly, you looked pretty grumpy standing next to a carnival game you had already won, one of your hands holding a medium sized teddy bear that you (reluctantly) accepted. if it weren't for the fact that all the games were rigged, then you would have gotten the largest one.

"what happened to enid?"

you groaned as you turned towards the voice, finding xavier standing behind you, his hands in his pockets and his hair down. he was dressed in casual clothing, same as you, but you could recognize that subtle smug attitude anywhere. it was as if the smirk he wore could never get run down.

"went off with ajax. probably on a rollercoaster." you looked him up and down with a discontented look. "why are you alone?"

"i came here with ajax and rowan." xavier shrugged, leaning against the carnival table. a toothy grin crept onto his face, his tone teasing as he continued, "are you willing to keep me company?"

"no."

xavier rolled his eyes at your constant grumpiness, shrugging his shoulders as he quickly changed the subject. "i lost them both a while ago. i've just been walking and looking for.." his eyes left you, landing on some people behind you.

you looked back, immediately connecting the dots as you watched wednesday stand next to a guy near a ride, wednesday (surprisingly) contributing to conversation as they paid you and xavier no mind. an amused smile came on your face, and you held back the laugh you were about to let out. "oh my gods, you like wednesday."

xavier frowned, looking at you incredulously. "i don't," he denied. you watched his body movements with a smirk, observing how he fixed his posture and puffed his chest up ever so slightly out of defense.

"i'm not stupid, thorpe. you just gawked at her like a lovesick fool," you snorted, crossing your arms over your chest again.

xavier found himself staring at your arms, the muscles you had worked hard for easily shown off in your black long sleeve.

"if only you weren't so annoying," he muttered under his breath, sighing. "i don't like her," xavier repeated, following your actions and crossing his arms. he looked at you annoyedly, the amusement that danced in your eyes only pissing him off further. "i think she's interesting, that's all."

"denial is always the first step," you sing songed, your smirk turning into a cheshire like grin. "honestly, you should've seen the look on your face."

xavier scoffed. "what look?"

"the look you always have when wednesday walks by." you were laughing now, your careless teasing and prodding making his presence all the more tolerable in your opinion. "like a lovesick puppy. it's kind of pathetic, honestly - like, haven't you barely talked to her.." your words died out as your eyes caught sight of something you didn't expect to see within your first week in nevermore.

the glow.

you saw the shining gold before you saw who it surrounded. it was blindingly bright particles that floated and emitted a bright light that only you could see. all your senses were honed in on him, far too focused on the soul you had to guide to notice that he was following wednesday, who had trailed off moments prior.

your eyes widened when you saw rowan walk by, the golden glow surrounding him making your eyes cloud over in white. your irises and pupils disappeared into nothing, leaving your eyes a milky white. you felt that familiar tug in your chest, the one that brought nothing but dread and danger, and the immediate pain of loss. the glow that surrounded him was shining horribly bright; his death was really close.

"y/n? hello?" xavier followed your view, a snicker leaving his lips. "oh, i see." he watched as rowan's walk turned into a run into the nearby woods; right after wednesday. "i didn't know your eyes did that when you saw someone you like, y/n -"

"can you shut up, thorpe?" you snapped, shoving the bear towards him before turning around and walking away. your walk turned into a run as you followed rowan, knowing fully well that your agility would make you easily catch up with him. but as with the glow, your mind was only focused on him. nothing else mattered in that moment except for the fact that rowan laslow was going to die.

the sound of a roar made your hold your hand out, your tattoo of a sword glowing and making your sword materialize. on your back, hidden under the confines of your shirt, your tattoo of wings began to glow. that too, began to materialize, your wings writhing and stretching as it ripped through your shirt and spread out around you. pure white feathers flapped a few times, accustoming itself to the space, before you began to lift off the ground.

you flew towards the sound of the roaring, dodging trees and bushes before you saw a large monster over rowan, its claws digging into his chest. wednesday hunched over, catching her breath not too far away, and with no hesitation you flew faster and kicked the monster away from rowan. it let out another screech, one of pain this time, but you couldn't have cared less for its ugly form, for you were too focused on the dying boy on the ground.

the glow never lied. you saw his soul appear next to his body, merely a blue transparent silhouette in your eyes. you swallowed thickly, the pain of such a young soul being lost weighing heavy in your heart as you held your free hand out.

wordlessly, he accepted it. his hand was ice cold against your live one, and with that, you flew. you flew up thousands of feet, moving fast as your wings forced you up higher, higher, higher.

you broke through the clouds, breath heaving as you looked at the silhouette of rowan. the one that used to be alive, with a beating heart and living thoughts.

"there's a light," rowan murmured, his eyes set on the blinding light only he could see. but you saw nothing but the stars and the moon.

you only smiled sadly. "that will take you to where you need to go."

your job was a hard one. you brought them to the entrance of their death and allowed them to go there themselves and be there for eternity. there was no satisfaction from it, other than the fact that they weren't lost. they knew where they had to be.

you felt his silhouette disappear, the hand you were once holding now disappearing into nothing. your eyes reverted back to normal, and you looked around you at the emptiness around you. you were left with only the pain of losing another human.

you let out a sharp exhale, forcing yourself to think of anything but the soul you had just guided to the heavens, before flying back down to the woods. that was one of the hardest parts of your job; you felt the pain of them leaving. you understood that they would be missed, that they had an entire family and friends that would continue to miss them. you felt that pain from the moment you held his hand to fly him to the heavens, to the second he left.

the sound of flapping wings made wednesday look up from where she stood. she had been staring at the drawing rowan had kept in his pocket before your arrival, in which she quickly pocketed it and turned to you. your chest was heaving slightly, your arm bleeding from a twig that had seemingly gotten in your way during your flight between the trees. your wings folded behind you, and you opted to keep them out for as long as possible; it was hard to have them confined for long periods of time.

"did you guide him to valhalla?" wednesday asked, her tone as dead pan as ever, as if the fact that you had huge angel wings was the least of her troubles (which, in that moment, probably was). she was out of breath as well, her once perfect pigtails now a frizzy mess upon her head.

"i guided him to the entrance of whatever he believes in," you replied, looking down at his body and swallowing thickly. to change your focus, you glanced at wednesday, "your lack of response to a near death experience is admirable," you stated, making her nod curtly.

"truthfully, it was the most fun i have had all week," wednesday replied.

ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI

#AUTHORSNOTE— that was the first part of my new series! feel free to send me asks about it and ask to be on the taglist! thank you sm for reading :)

#wednesday imagine #wednesday fanfic #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe imagines #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier x reader #xavier smut #xavier wednesday #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier imagines #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #xavier fanfic #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier fanfiction #xavier wednesday fanfiction #wednesday imagines #wednesday

[anaktoria-of-the-moon]

One Hundred Thousand Wisdoms for Dealings With the Fae [an ACOTAR reimagining]

Three sisters, three journeys, and three fickle fae lords share one fate. (Read it here.)

The Wicklighter girls count three: gentle Aislin, brave Eire, and cunning Niamh. Like other mortals - ever since the ancient war that sent faekind into hiding and cleft the land in two - the sisters have always dreaded and hated the Fair Folk, whom mortal legend calls both fearsome and deadly. When Eire kills a fae wearing the guise of a bloodthirsty wolf, Niamh gives herself up to the Folk as a bride, hoping that they then might not take her sister’s life in revenge. Spirited away, Niamh meets with an unexpectedly alluring face of the beastly fae. So do her two sisters, who each cross the fae through their own struggles to mend what’s left of the Wicklighter family. Having learned new truths about the nature of the struggle between faeries and mortaldom, they must ask themselves: Can they trust age-old enemies of mankind whom they’ve come to love - and risk the safety of kingdoms for their sake - or do these wild, strange roses conceal only a bounty of thorns?

“Is this an ACOTAR fanfic?” Yes and no. It’s a ground-up rewrite that ended up deviating quite a bit from the source. You’ll find obvious analogs to the Archeron sisters (Feyre, Elain, and Nesta are reimagined as Eire, Aislin, and Niamh respectively; Feyre’s now the middle sister, Elain the youngest), and some broad plot points and narrative thrusts are maintained (the story still begins with Eire felling a wolf who is really a fae in disguise, for whose death the fae demand the exchange of a mortal life in turn; there is a magic wall that keeps mortal and fae lands apart following a now-ancient war between the two; there are fae courts ruled by lords of great and wild power, though the particular courts and lords differ greatly from those in the source). If you loved ACOTAR as is, you may or may not like this story. If you liked the broad aesthetics of ACOTAR (fae, wild magic, and romance between plucky mortal women and powerful, melancholy faerie guys) but were disappointed with the specifics of its execution, you might like this more.

“How long is this going to be?” Honestly, I don’t know. Long, probably. I have a lot planned.

“Is this a romance? Will there be sex scenes? Is this OK for younger readers?” Yes (though it’s not only romance); yes (eventually - we have a lot of plot to cover before that happens); probably not, but I’m not your mother.

“What makes this different from ACOTAR?” Well, aside from like, everything, I’m consciously trying to make this a much more diverse story (e.g., ⅔ of the non-female romantic leads are planned to be unambiguously non-White - one has extremely dark skin with vitiligo, the other is East Asian-coded; one non-female romantic lead is planned to be genderfluid, and another is bisexual, both with on-page representation of this). I’m also trying to walk more of a line where dynamics and behaviors may not always be healthy but, in cases where they are not, they are acknowledged as such and the narrative appropriately and satisfyingly shows development away from those dynamics and behaviors (or does not present characters perpetrating them as “good” or broadly admirable characters if they do not develop out of said dynamics and behaviors). You can find a longer (non-exhaustive) list of stuff I’m trying to achieve with this fic here.

“Why?” Well, because I like doing this. It’s fun.

“Where’s the credit for your cover art?” That’d be me. I mocked this up from scratch in Krita at like 1 AM with my own puny mortal hands (no AI, promise - I do not trust the robots). I am not a professional artist, so you get what you get.

“Who are you?” Here’s the answer.

Enjoy! (Or don’t. Again, I’m not your mom.)

#acotar rewrite #1htw #original fic #anti sjm #sjm critical

[lady-rose-moon]

I have you || Chapter 2 || 18+ ||

A/N: well, shall we just dive right in?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, romantic smut

Chapter One | Masterlist | Chapter Three |

Days passed and slowly, Loki was settling into his place on the Hliðskjálf in Odin’s place. He had talked with the dwarves of Nidavellir and, though begrudgingly, they had agreed to assist Asgard in a war against Jötunheim if it came to that.

On a peaceful Friday morning, Loki was sitting on his balcony overlooking all of Asgard and when he looked down over the railing, he saw that many houses and grand buildings no longer held Odin’s sigil, they held his. The symbol of Loki. A farce. He was not an Odinson, not a legitimate King but they didn’t know that. They only knew him as Loki Odinson and that is how it shall stay until Thor returns and Loki can step down from the throne. 

Joining him at his side, you looked over the golden city with a happy smile on your face. You held Loki’s hand and rested your head on his shoulder. “We have news from Lady Eir,” you whispered, frowning when Loki tensed up with anticipation, “Odin seems to be slipping into a normal Odinsleep now. He should still remain asleep for at least a decade, but Frigga has every faith that you can hold the fort until the King does wake up.”

“And what of Thor?” Loki asked, “has Serenity spoken to you about anything different with my brother?” 

“He’s…managing.” you replied and Loki scowled, knowing how Thor could possibly be reacting to becoming a simple mortal now, “he has made a few allies, Erik Selvig, Darcy Lewis and Doctor Jane Foster. He seems to be taking a liking to the doctor, but she does not appreciate how ill-mannered he is.” 

Loki snorted and looked to the blue of the sky with a smirk, “no, Thor has never been one for politeness on Midgard. When we went down in the 18th Century, we barely made it out alive.”

“That is the problem with Thor, he doesn’t learn other world’s customs. He only assumes they are the same as Asgard’s and is really cocky when he is corrected, that is probably why Odin sent him down there, to teach him manners.” As you were speaking, Loki observed his soulmate’s face and grinned, he had never been agreed with before. You were the first one in millennia that saw him for him and that also agreed with how he saw Thor, it was overwhelming sometimes. 

Loki led you down to the private gardens reserved only for Queen Frigga and Loki; it had not been used in ages since Queen Frigga had been planning Thor’s coronation and then had been by Odin’s side after he fell into the Odinsleep. Sitting down in the long grass, Loki admired his soulmate and how beautiful you had become over the last century. You had grown into yourself, had become more powerful and much more knowledgeable about the world around you. You were a bright girl and challenged Loki in everything he knew from magic to simple tasks such as riding a horse. 

As you sat down, Loki helped you by gently holding your hand and smiling at you and when you were comfortable, he conjured up a picnic blanket and basket, snorting when you slapped him on the arm, “you couldn’t have conjured that blanket up before?!” 

With a shrug, Loki opened the picnic basket and started to eat a sandwich while watching you, “I wanted a reaction and I got it.” He finished his sandwich and barely swallowed it when you growled and pushed him down onto the blanket, holding his tunic in your hand.

“You really are a trickster, my King, why do I trust you so?” you whispered and Loki chuckled before leaning up and his hand found your cheek.

“Because you are mine as I am yours, I’d never lie to you, sweet girl,” Loki mumbled, staring deep into your eyes and he noted with a fond look that they seemed to glow with love and pride when he announced his love to you.

You hummed and quickly leaned down, kissing him deeply, feeling him groan and kiss back as you grinned into the kiss, cupping his cheek and pushing yourself against him. 

You gasped as he pulled back to nip at your ear, his hands tenderly brushing down your sides as he rolled his hips against yours, his soft pants blowing against your face as you took him in with a bright smile. He already looked so much better like this, so free from his duties as he kissed you and lifted your clothes from your body.

You moaned as your dress was thrown to some forgotten spot, his lips coming in contact with the softness of your breasts, kissing and suckling on your nipples, enjoying the sight of you writhing and moaning beneath him. The God bit your nipple gently, earning a desperate moan from your mouth as he smirked.

"You look so stunning, my love," he whispered, admiration clear in his tone as he stared down at your body on the picnic blanket, "the only snack I could possibly need."

You smirked and spread your legs, your arms reaching up and folding beneath your head as you displayed yourself for him, "so, explore me, my King."

"Oh, darling," he growled, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin with a grin on his face that set a fire roaring in your core, "I intend to."

You released a surprised cry when Loki's mouth descended on your aching cunt and you groaned as you held his slicked-back hair, your head pressing into the blanket as you moaned, your eyebrows scrunched in the perfect portrait of pleasure. Loki watched your reactions with a grin before focusing on your clit and bringing you pleasure. He flicked your clit with his tongue as two of his fingers slipped into your awaiting heat and he chuckled when you hissed and your back arched.

Your King knew his way around you, knew just how to make you cum with such grace.

Electric rose through your body and your eyes rolled as you hummed with pleasure, your fingers tightening in his hair as you rode his face through your orgasm. Smiling shyly at him, you rested against the mattress and sighed happily.

"I missed you," you whispered and Loki smiled as he pulled away from your sensitive cunt to press a kiss to your lips. You moaned at the taste of your cunt on his tongue as he kissed you and you pushed your hips against his with a whine.

Laughing, Loki knew what you wanted and he finally threw away his pants to show you his straining cock and your mouth watered at the sight. Meeting your eyes, the God raised an eyebrow with a small smile of concern, "are you sure that you want this? We could always stop, darling."

You shook your head quickly and reached up to cup his cheek, "no, Loki, I want you. I want you so bad. You ruined me for all men!"

Loki smirked at that and lined his cock up with your entrance before slowly pushing in and moaning at the feeling of your tight cunt gripping him tightly. "Oh Norns, you feel amazing," Loki whispered, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he bottomed out and he bit into your neck as he started to thrust shallowly into you.

Keenly, you wrapped your legs around his hips and released a deep moan as you felt him sink deeper into you. Holding him close to you, you felt him start to thrust harder into you and you moaned as your fingers found his blonde curls again, "Loki! Oh, L-Loki!"

Smirking, Loki continued to make love to you and he pulled away from your neck to sit up on his knees. He pulled one of your legs up to wrap over his shoulder and you screamed with pleasure as he increased the pace of his thrusts. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you forever, no memory of the throne, no memory of his responsibility, just you and him forever combined in the dramatic throes of pleasure.

You moaned loudly, your hand rising up to cup your mouth but the God swatted it away before you could even think.

Loki leaned over you as he felt his release getting near, his brows rising as he chased his pleasure, his thrusts becoming harder and more calculated as he repeatedly struck the spot inside you that brought you to the stars and he watched as you screamed and fell apart on his cock, his orgasm hitting him only seconds later.

"Norns, pet," the God sighed, cupping your cheek and smiling at you, "I love you."

You smiled tiredly and kissed his cheek before whispering, "I love you too, Loki."

After a while, you sat back up and took out a bottle of wine, pouring it into two glasses, “it’s been matured for 10 years, the finest of Alfheim according to their Princess.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less of Alfheim, to be fair, they always come out with the best of everything and I always find myself so impressed,” Loki hummed, leaning into the blanket as you laid your head on his chest and used your seiðr to be able to drink on a side without the wine spilling. 

The two spent hours in the garden together before a guard came over to Loki and informed him of Thor’s imprisonment by S.H.I.E.L.D and Loki almost raged. How dare they lock away his brother! But then he stopped and realised that he could visit him, no one else could but him so he did. He stood in front of the Hliðskjálf and projected himself to the S.H.I.E.L.D base around Mjolnir and watched as the man left Thor alone and only then, did he become visible.

“Thor,” Loki spoke first, watching Thor’s head snap up immediately and he almost smiled at him before realising his mission.

“Loki,” Thor greeted, recognition gleaming in his eyes as he looked at his brother with slight relief, “what are you doing here? Is something happening on Asgard? Is mother alright” 

“Mother is well, brother, but father is not. He has fallen into the Odinsleep and mother fears he will ne’er wake again. Lady Eir is trying her best but he has been holding this off for so long that…” Loki trailed off, knowing that Thor got the memo. 

“And has mother taken his place?” Thor questioned even though he knew the answer already.

Loki sighed and walked closer to Thor, conjuring a wet cloth to wipe away the blood and grime from his elder brother’s face, “the burden of the throne has fallen on my shoulders, Thor, it was very last second and not many agree I deserve it but I am trying. I am trying to rule as father does, but Lady Sif and the Warriors do not trust.”

“That’s absurd, Loki, they are your friends, they trust you!” Thor shot back quickly, and Loki flinched, hoping Thor didn’t see but he knew that he did.

“They were never my friends, Thor, they only stayed around me because I was your brother. If you had gone away, they would’ve gone with you and not stayed with me. That’s how it’s been for millennia,” Loki replied quietly and observed his brother, finishing his task of cleaning the wounds and mud.

Thor gave pause and analysed every interaction between Loki and his friends, and he realised that they had really only tolerated him because of Thor. Thor shook his head and got on his knees before Loki and wrapped his arms around him, hiding his face in his neck and heaving out a sob, “forgive me, lillebroren min. I have been a terrible brother and I could never atone for it! For what it’s worth… you’d be a great King, Loki, better than me by far.” 

“Do not say such things, Thor, you are to be crowned and not me. You prepared all your life and I only learnt diplomacy through books,” Loki mumbled, still shocked from the contact of the hug and he fought back tears. 

Thor chuckled sadly and shook his head, embracing Loki tighter and sniffling, “no, Loki, I never listened in my lessons with father. The only lessons I listened to were the ways to use Mjolnir and how to use the Bifrost, anything else was lost to me. You would be a much better King, Loki.” 

“You cannot come home, Thor. No matter your sugar-coating, your banishment will keep the peace between Laufey and Asgard long enough for us to come to an agreement.” Loki mumbled, thinking that that is the only reason why Thor is now considering him as his little brother after three centuries of feeling detached from that connection. 

“Then please forgive me for my actions, brother, you have saved me from a dark spot more than once and I have disregarded you time after time,” Thor mumbled and Loki froze, not knowing how to process his words, “please do not self-destruct when I am here. I will come home, and you will be my equal, when I am worthy.”

Loki chuckled softly and kissed his forehead before getting up and heading to the other end of the interrogation room, “I shall send General Tyr to collect you if things should go south.” 

“Dear brother, I will always respect you. Sister, brother, neither, you are Loki, my sibling.” 

Loki nodded and waved goodbye to his brother before he disappeared and reappeared outside beside Mjolnir, it hummed and he reached out a hand to grasp the handle so when he did so and tugged, he wasn’t surprised to find that the hammer would not be lifted by him. Of course, Odin hated him with a passion. A Jötun could never wield Mjolnir, not even the false Prince of Asgard. 

Sighing, Loki reappeared in the throne room and you looked up from your book on Hliðskjálf, smiling at him before realising he was crying and you rushed over to him, “dear Prince, what happened on your visit to Thor? Did he threaten you? Must I go down to Earth and split his skull?” 

Loki laughed breathily and held his soulmate close to him, running his fingers through your hair, “’twas not my brother's fault I’m crying, he just made me so very happy. He still accepts me after all these years of him wanting me to know my place. ‘twas just an adjustment, that’s all.” 

You laughed softly and tenderly held his cheek, pulling his face down so you could see into his eyes, “even after all these years, you still fascinate me. With your magic, with your being, it’s incredible! You’re king and yet you took the time to visit your brother even if it meant facing Odin’s wrath!”

Loki chuckled and held his soulmate close to him as he gazed down into your eyes with such adoration that you were sure that he would drop dead before ever seeing them brimming with pain or heartbreak. You knew deep down that the person Loki seemed to be to everyone else was merely a shield so that none could see the sensitive boy underneath. 

“Odin has no claim of what I do, darling, he is in Odinsleep and I am King. Not only that but I am also not his son. Lest you forget that little fact,” Loki hummed as he swayed his beloved and enjoyed the ambiance of the fire crackling in the torches around the room. 

You sighed and looked up at Loki, holding his chin to bring him down so he can look at you properly rather than staring at your hair, “yes, your real father is King Laufey of Jötunheim but what of it? Jötunheim was once a contestant for beauty with Asgard. Come, I shall show you.” With that, you led Loki out of the doors to the throne room and through a quick trip with the Bifrost, guided him into your private study in your castle, “mother gave me access to all these documents after her death. All of the history is within these tombs.” 

Glancing around the room, Loki was thrilled to finally have new things to learn and when he walked over to a bookcase and opened one of the seemingly new tombs, he found the language inside to be written in Ancient Moonish. His mother had taught him the language with Thor but neither of the boys had truly listened to the old language, “the tales of Yvelda and Nine. What an absurd name for a book. What is it about, my darling?”

Giggling, you stepped up and pointed to a portrait of a woman dressed in a simple gown with an emerald ring on her finger staring them down from her place above the bookshelf, “that is our great-great-grandmother Yvelda. She was Queen of the Moon while Jötunheim was still a prospering society. She wrote this book to celebrate the life of the Nine after a threat to the Yggdrasil was vanquished. She wrote about all of the Nine in a lot of detail but her chapters on Jötunheim and Asgard are by far the longest. Her studies of the two realms consumed most of her time and once our great-grandmother Serina was born, she set about making her second journal. She adapted the Moonish language into that of a language similar to Alfheim.”

Loki listened attentively and nodded his understanding before chuckling, “you have a grand history, my love.”

“It is not the reason I brought you here, the history of Jötunheim is hidden in these books as well. Laufey’s father entrusted Serina with many of their tombs to keep them safe.” you explained and for once, Loki felt admiration for a Jötun. He had not once considered such a thing but now that he saw it, he felt compelled to read every single thing in this room.

Once safely back on Asgard, Loki sighed and sat back in his chambers and thought everything over. Had he been too quick to judge Laufey and his troops? Did Laufey miss his child? Would Laufey want him back when he realised who he was? Would Laufey call out treachery and have Loki executed for betraying Jötnar customs? Loki was terrified. Why couldn’t things be simple?

Another few days passed and after a rather trying talk with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three about rescuing Thor, Loki slumped down onto her bed and cuddled up to her lover. She was fed up with all this trouble, she didn’t want to be King anymore. It took too much time away from you and your perfection, your love, how could Loki live without it?  

She knew that the Warriors intended to betray her and honestly? She expected it. She just didn’t know if they would try to twist the truth so Thor would be on their side and not Loki’s. After her talk with Thor, Loki felt much more accepted and loved than she had felt since he became self-aware many centuries ago. She had once had a time where she was presenting as a female and Odin had cut off her long hair and burned it in her fireplace to keep her aware that she was always meant to be Loki prince of Asgard. Never Princess. Always Prince. Thor had accepted her, even then, changing his pronouns constantly by even looking at Loki for even a brief moment.

Thor’s banishment had changed a lot for the young princess, now that she thought of it. She had instantly taken his place as first in line for the throne and perhaps twenty minutes later, she found out that she was Jötun and after that, Odin had sunken into the deepest Odinsleep so now she was King. Queen Loki Odindottir. It sounded perfect, a name she had always told herself would happen one day. Either for her on Asgard or side by side with her beloved on the Moon. Still, one day she believed herself worthy to sit on a throne. Now, Princess Loki Laufeydottir? Out of the question. She would not accept such a horrendous name. She was not Jötnar, she was Aesir and she would be Queen. She had to be. 

“I said this once before, Loki, do not let those thoughts consume you,” Loki flinched in surprise and when she turned, she saw you standing at the foot of the bed with a frown on your face, “your thoughts are dangerous when left to fester.” 

Loki chuckled and rested her head on her arms, gazing up at her beloved from the angle on the bed, “hello to you too, beloved.” 

You sighed and sat on the bed beside Loki, taking one of her hands and kissing the black nails there, “tell me what you think so deeply of, my love, share your pain with me.” 

And so, Loki spoke. She spoke of her troubles, her fears, her insecurities and expressed her concern for Thor on Midgard. She told you everything that had happened on Jötunheim with such detail, you might as well have been there. 

The night consisted of tears, hugs and many reassuring hugs between the both of them as they reconnected after so long of Loki filling herself with her hatred and remorse. She did not know why she had bottled this all up, but you were there for her anyway. You did not mind. 

That night, Loki guided you into the bedroom and laid you down on the blankets, watching as your eyes flooded with love and understanding. You smiled as Loki cradled your cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, her body pressing against your own as you both sighed happily at the contact.

"Let me show you just how well I can pleasure you," Loki whispered, nipping at your ear and pulling away with a satisfied smirk.

You nodded eagerly and in the next moment, her deft fingers slid into your awaiting heat and curled just right to hit that good spot inside you that her cock constantly found. You swore and rolled your head back in bliss, unable to fight against the demands of your body.

Loki mouthed at your nipple as her thumb connected to your clit and began circling it in calculated motions that brought you the utmost pleasure. As the Queen of Asgard continued to smother you, you felt as if you were floating, your legs wrapped around her hourglass waist and your eyes bravely attempting to keep contact with her own beautiful emerald eyes.

You reached forward and cupped Loki's breast, squeezing gently and smiling as she gasped. The woman had long since ceased producing milk after the loss of her son but you remembered the days when you would sit, fascinated by the art of breastfeeding though you loathed to admit it.

The electric pulse that shot through you took you by surprise and you stared at your Queen in shock, a loud moan escaping your mouth as you rolled your head back. "Loki," you sighed peacefully, rolling your hips so that her fingers would cause more friction inside you, "let me cum."

Loki hummed and leaned down to kiss you, the pace of her thrusting fingers increasing and her magic providing you with another electric pulse, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "Let me see you cum," she commanded, her lips ghosting against the skin of your cheek, "I need to see you fall apart for your Queen."

You moaned loudly as your orgasm hit. You swore to the Norns that you were ruined, that Loki could never be replaced. You never wanted anyone else but Loki, your sweet, handsome, protective Loki!

Panting heavily, you pulled Loki down into a gentle kiss and whined as her fingers pulled out of you. Loki shushed you gently, turning you onto your side and cuddling you as she whispered sweet nothings to you until the Realm of sleep took you back.

In the afternoon of the next day, Loki stood on the balcony and watched as the Bifrost was opened despite his clear demand to Heimdall and he turned on his heel and stormed down to the vaults, Gungnir tight in his grasp, his cloak billowing out behind him and he nodded at all those who stopped to bow and show appreciation. He was a force to be reckoned with when he was angry. Many knew that. 

Walking down the hall of the vault, Loki forced himself not to think of the horror that had occurred here between Odin and himself. He stood before the pedestal that once held the Casket and banged Gungnir on the floor. The sound echoed around the room and then, the barrier at the back opened up to reveal the Destroyer. When the monster stood forward, he glared up at it and smirked, “see to it that the Warriors Four do not make it back. Do not harm Prince Thor.” 

With a nod, the Destroyer disappeared, Loki felt weak. Although he had given the direct order, he was petrified that the destroyer would in some way harm Thor while doing its duty. 

Loki now shook his head and walked away from the chamber, heading up to the meeting floor. Marching inside, the participants instantly shut up and turned to face their King. Sitting at the head of the table, Loki allowed to give off an air of relaxation to keep peace between his council.

“How does Jötunheim fare?” Loki asked after moments of silence, irritation clear in his voice. He worried about Laufey, he was a calculating man, he might figure out his secret and then he would have no leverage.

“They are… how do you say? Calculating?” Vor replied and Loki nodded, pressing on the God of Wisdom. “My King, they seem to be arranging for the return of a lost Prince. They talk of Loptr, their infant heir that was supposed to die. Laufey is very stressed as he plans.” 

Loki nodded in understanding and looked over to General Tyr with a raised eyebrow, “how fares the army?”

Tyr looked over to Loki and placed his hand over his heart as he gazed down at the table beneath Loki’s painted fingers, “The armies are ready on your command, my King, should Laufey invade or make an attempt on your life, the Einherjar will be there to save you.”

Loki nodded and then turned to Lord Magni, God of Strength and for him, he produced a golden sword and held it out. Lord Magni took the blade effortlessly and looked at Loki in confusion and the young King only spoke, “you shall need it, leading the charge.” 

“And what of Prince Thor, King Loki?” A voice from down the table and when heads turned, Loki gazed down at Serenity. Her hair was pulled back into braids that broke away into a high ponytail, her dress was a simple gold with white stars expertly placed around the gown. She looked like the picture of a Goddess. 

“Goddess of Earth. We are glad that you visit our table this day,” Loki greeted and stood to bow to his friend. He had known Serenity as long as he had known you and he was glad to call her a friend. Again, he met her eyes and smiled, “Prince Thor is in your care still, my lady, he shall not be allowed back until the terms of his banishment have been met.”

Serenity nodded and out of her hands came an illusion of Thor with two women and an older-looking fellow, “the Prince has made friends, he settles quite quickly into Midgardian life. He is in pain, though, and he wishes to be home. He has not been away from you this long before, my King. He suffers.” 

Loki nodded in understanding and held back his tears as he looked at the illusion before wafting it away and looking at Serenity, “you are Queen and protector of Midgard and those that live there. I know you shall protect my brother for King Odin’s sake and his own. Please, he is still my brother.”

Serenity nodded and lent back in her seat, satisfied. Loki sighed in relief and returned to the meeting.

Hours later, the meeting ended on notes of War and moves against Laufey and his Jötnar. Loki was about to head up to bed when a gentle hand took his shoulder and when he turned, he saw Serenity smiling up at him, “To what do I owe the pleasure of this, my Queen?” 

“I wish to walk with the King of Asgard for a while, ‘tis all.” Serenity smiled and Loki nodded, offering her his arm before walking down the golden halls with her. They passed a portrait of Loki with her and you and when Serenity stopped, Loki did too. “Do you remember this?”

“I do,” Loki replied, looking up at your happy smile and he found himself smiling back, “it was the day that I came back from one of my trips to Vanaheim. Y/N had missed me so much and she demanded she had a memorial of me when I disappeared. We had this done in her honour. My dear girl.”

Serenity watched Loki with a careful glare, her brow raised curiously before she pointed a dagger at his throat and she smirked when Loki didn’t even gulp, “you hurt her and I kill you, Odinson. There won’t be a realm outside or on the Yggdrasil that you can hide. She is my everything. Hurt her and I kill you, I promise.”

“Please do. If I betray her, you may kill me.” Loki smiled at Serenity and shook his head fondly before kissing her forehead and stepping away from the dagger, "god natt, lillesøster.” 

Serenity watched him walk away and sighed deeply, she saw the tensions in his eyes just as you did. She saw just how much pain he was in even when trying to joke it off. She loved Loki as a brother, saw him go through the same things as you did. She protected his son for him, even though he had no idea. She would do it again and again. You were happy with him and Serenity wanted that happiness to last so she would keep protecting them. She just needed to make sure Odin didn’t interrupt this time.

That night was difficult for Loki; plagued with nightmares and knowing she couldn’t sleep any longer, she got up and changed into a nightdress, heading into her private library just down the corridor. When she walked in, she saw Frigga sat there with a book in her hand and Loki froze in place for a moment before speaking up, “mother?” 

“My daughter, you came.” Frigga mumbled, holding her hand out for Loki to take and when he did, she pulled her down into a hug and cherished this moment with her. 

“Mother, why are you here so late at night? Why are you away from Odin?” Loki asked, sitting beside her mother and frowning. 

Frigga heaved a sigh and held Loki’s hand tight in her grip, “I think you should visit Jötunheim.” 

Silence. Ringing silence. No one said anything for a long while. Loki stared at Frigga in surprise before schooling her features and glaring. “Why?”

“Because you are Laufey’s child…” Frigga mumbled and her thumb stroked over Loki’s silky hands gently, “because I know that deep down, Laufey misses his first born so much. You know it too.”

“I am King, mother. I cannot simply just up and leave to Jötunheim at full haste.” Loki snapped and Frigga nodded with understanding before Loki sighed, “when father wakes and is ready to take Hliðskjálf back, I shall take Y/N and we shall venture into Jötunheim.”  

Frigga nodded again and pulled Loki into a tight hug, kissing her hair and running her nails through the long ebony locks, “you’ve grown from this, Loki. You’re no longer the shadow. When people talk of you, they will talk of how you saved Asgard from war and how you helped many.”

Loki laughed blankly and shook her head, “I helped no one, mother. Why would a Jotun help anyone?”

Frigga shushed her and laid down in the sofa with Loki on top of her, stroking her hands down her back, “You are our son, Loki, you helped me live. Odin too. You saved Thor so many times. You aren’t the villain you say you are.” 

The comfort that Loki felt in those words only lasted a few hours for when he was sat atop Hliðskjálf early that morning, he connected with the Destroyer long enough to see a fight commence between the Warriors and it. Loki panicked and looked around for Thor but found that he wasn’t around and so he assisted the Destroyer in trying to take down the Warriors but in the process, he sent cars flying and indirectly revealed Thor’s hiding place. 

“LOKI!” called a voice from Midgard that Loki heard through the Destroyer, “Brother I know you can hear this. I do not know what I did to wrong you after our talk, but this has to stop. You must let us all come home. I’m truly sorry for what happened.” 

Loki listened to his brother and turned to walk the Destroyer away but in doing so, unwillingly gave up control and the Destroyer stopped and turned back, hitting Thor across the little town and the throne room rattled at Loki’s scream of horror when he saw Thor collide with the ground. 

Loki turned again, dragging his feet to sit upon Hliðskjálf. He’d hit Thor. Sent him flying. He was surely dead. He ordered the Destroyer to come back and that’s when it happened. Through the Destroyer, he felt rumbling and then a lightning flash. Thor was alive. He was restored. Loki cried with joy and cut the connection with the destroyer to walk down to Odin’s rooms.

Arriving there, Loki held his mother and smiled into her neck, “Thor is coming home, mother! He’s home!” 

As Loki and Frigga expressed their relief, they laughed and thanked the Gods for saving Thor. For getting him back. It was a miracle. 

Loki heard the doors to the chambers open and he turned to greet his brother but all he saw in the blue eyes were hatred and confusion. Did Thor think he did that purposefully?

“Loki tell mother. Tell mother how you tried to kill me just now.” Thor growled and Loki’s heart sank. 

He was alone in his mind now; Thor didn’t trust him. Who would?  Dark King, after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@lokisgoodgirl @lokisninerealms @evelyn-kingsley @slpnbty2001 @jennyggggrrr @hahaha12123445 @ozymdias @holdmytesseract @itsybitchylittlewitchy @lovingchoices14 @xorpsbane @huntress-artemiss @muddyorbs @nerdy-fangirl-65 @lonadane @silverfire475 @chantsdemarins

#loki god of mischief #loki odinson #loki x reader #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x you #loki (marvel) #loki fluff #loki smut #loki laufeyson xreader #loki laufeyson x female!reader #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader smut #loki x reader smut

[adleryoung]

"Oh don't tell them, Roger!" Venatrix protested. "They'll ruin everything! Mac will want to build a temple here, and Al will want to hold his detestable orgies in it." "Al is a bit of a cad, I admit," Barkingthwaite admitted. "And Art will want to write a book about it all," Venatrix continued. "That's not so bad, is it?" Barkingthwaite countered. "It was a book that led us here, after all. And what about Bill?" "Bill's all right," Venatrix declared. "He's a poet." "What are you two talking about?" I demanded. "What's an Orderly Golden Dome?" "The Mystic Order of the Golden Dawn," Barkingthwaite started to explain. "A group of scholars of ancient lore, would-be sorcerors and magicians …" "Come into the circle where we can talk more comfortably," I insisted. "No need to cower in the bushes. On my word as an elf, you won't be harmed and you can leave whenever you wish." "They don't lie, Roger," Venatrix pointed out. "All of the literature agrees on that point."

The two of them emerged from the undergrowth, and I yelped and jumped back when I saw that Pellia Venatrix was a spider! Dreadful long-forgotten memories of Sheila na Gig rose to the surface of my mind! "Really, Your Lordship," Venatrix snorted. "That is uncalled-for." "Bad form, old boy," Barkingthwaite added, with a stern puff of his pipe. "My apologies," I gasped as I willed my heart to stop racing. "Spider-folk are uncommon among the elves, very rare, and once upon a time I had a bad experience with one long ago." "Ah, understandable then," Barkingthwaite puffed. "You must overcome your old-fashioned prejudice," Venatrix scowled. "It's an enlightened age now." "Quite right!" Barkingthwaite declared ethusiastically. "Britannia rules the waves! The sun never sets on the British Empire! Steam power and telegraphs! You can travel anywhere on the globe in six weeks or less, and get the world's news the day after it happened!" "Horses are all but banished from the streets of London," Venatrix stated proudly.

"Seriously?" I retorted. "And you dare call ME prejudiced? In Faerie, horses are free to go wherever they please." "She means feral horses," Barkingthwaite explained. "Mere beasts of burden. You forget, Pellia, my dear, that here in Eire they still use ants." "Barbarians," Venatrix muttered. "Animals should not be enslaved for any reason. That's why we have replaced their labor with mighty steam!" Who taught these lowfolk the Gramarye they would need in order to ride around on clouds of steam? "Where is the Duchess?" I demanded. "Which one, Milord?" Venatrix responded. "We have several." "Duchess Catherine O'Daisies," I elaborated. "A skunk. Very Unseelie. She was in the weapon-making business last I heard of her." "I've no idea," Venatrix shrugged. "Wasn't there an O'Daisies among Napoleon's entourage?" Barkingthwaite mused thoughtfully. "I can't recall offhand, but I'm sure I know nothing about any nobility by that name now." "What about Rebecca?" I continued, deciding that if these lowfolk hadn't heard of the Duchess then she must not be a major threat. "You said she went wild in the woods? And you mentioned Mother Didelphis?" "Ah yes, a quaint little legend," Barkingthwaite chuckled. "Which I have every reason to believe is FACT," Venatrix interjected. "The tale goes that they tamed the notorious Raccoon Monster and formed a Sisterhood in the northern woods." I didn't like the sound of that, but it would all have to wait until I was free from this circle of stones. "Your manner of dress is strange to me," I stated, as a plan began to form in my mind. "Tell me all about the fashions of your modern lowfolk world."

#furry #adventure #story #plot #cartoon #elf #skunk #tboay

[rueririn]

ALSJSKSKS I JUST GOT CALLED A PEDO ON A WATTPAD COMMENT PLSSSS

So like. Verity, OC story where we give Fairy Tail a big brother. I have said before that I didnt want anyone to expect any ships and definitely not a harem, because they're all his "kids", but mostly because I'm not interested in writing any sort of romance for Eir. But I am also alright with whoever wants to ship whatever in the comments so long as they do not force the perspective on me-- because have fun. You know? I don't control you, so if you enjoy seeing what's interpreted as 'ship vibes' between Eir and Laxus, power to you!

And so, underage police dropped by and said how disgusting that was, how Eir was technically a man with another lifetime of maturity, how grooming this was, yada yada.

(I don't care. Eir is physically two years older than Laxus, and the laws of reincarnation is how you interpret it. Did Eir continue to be an adult and is now the grumpy ikemen equivalent of a loli hag? Is Eir just a child struggling through traumatic remembrances of adult memories in his head? Is Eir's maturity adapting to his body? Is it not okay to ship him with Laxus, but ok to ship him with Jura since Jura is... two years older than Eir? Which is still way younger than Eir's unspecified 'mental age'...)

I really dont care. I am not even going to bother with the damn age question. I am not going to make him get together with anyone! I thought people would know the trend of my stories by now. The second you fall in love yeah goodbye get into your grave lmao romance is a plot device go brrr

But anyways.

Once again I put a warning in 'not shipping' because I didnt want anyone to pester me about eventual harems or keep asking what the main ship is. I don't do it to ban my readers from never talking about it again. They are allowed to squeal about how cute a duo can be in the comments or wish soandso would be the main pairing while acknowledging that I, the author, cannot fulfill their dreams. I liked that, you know, you guys be silly in the comments, let your intrusive thoughts win. Go on a siege on terrible villain #3. Have fun. It is a wattpad comments section and it isn't that serious.

So.

About underage police.

Went off about how "this isnt okay" and "get help" and how "it is obvious you are a child". "I sincerely hope whoever gave you this mindset dies."

Like. Wow. Okay. Chill.

Yaoifangirl123 just said they saw 'ship vibes' between Laxus and Eir and then doubled down on this person to say "you can't stop me, ;)" so basically you fell for the rage bait. And then you sent... a death threat? Really? To Yaoifangirl123? Called them obviously a child because they... what? The projection here. They created a "person that gave them this mindset" and wished death upon 'them' pretending they're not literally saying 'go kys if you're not, in my opinion, young'?

So I stepped in, you know, mainly because I didnt want this person coming in picking fights each time someone remotely hints toward a relationship I already said won't happen. What will poor underage police do when Sherry shows up??? All Sherry talks about is capital L Love!

I said they needed help if they were going to send a death threat over something so silly. How it wasnt their business how 1 comment was saying something problematic. (And mind you, this comment wasnt "winkwink nudgenudge ooh Laxus and Eir had ship vibesss I am now going to imagine them romantically!!!" it was "LMAOO WHY DO THEY HAVE SHIP VIBESsssS?!?" And this person felt the need to police a weird fella trying to be funny.

Anyways.

I laughed so hard when I read the response.

"I wasn't wishing death on them, I just wish the person who gave them this mindset dies, which is different."

I shit you not. They blocked me but it's still in my news feed so I can read it but this fella unironically said "no I didnt give a death threat, I said I WISH THEY WOULD DIE! ITS DIFFERENT!"

Anyways they called me a pedophile, a part of the problem, and how they "should have known I would be in support of this" because, and I quote, "no wonder you made the line between pedophilia, platonic relationships, and harem so thin" in this fic.

Chronically online behaviour help.

The line is thin? I dont even understand romance, so... If that is how you saw it... I think it speaks more about you...?

Anyways, if anyone would like to read a sincerely familial Fairy Tail fanfic, written by a romance-repulsed aroace author, about an OC going around to be a big brother to all of the cast, please give my fic a read, it's called "VERiTY" on wattpad and "it's a timeless verity" on Ao3.

Bless you all and have a greater morning!

#ariswrites #fairy tail #rant #death threats

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

the batclan and the wayne family

guess who’s attempting to write a multipchapter fic for the first time in eir life?

me. it’s me, obviously. they’re gonna be tiny baby chapters tho, abt an OC (..sorry) trying to explain the Gotham situation to a baby Damian. here is the summary:

Talia had been perfectly happy to declare her son heir to both the League of Assassins and the Batman, but for some reason she had decided that whilst Damian would of course need extensive training for his eventual role in the League, obviously the child needed no training or even information about Gotham at all to be a worthy heir to Batman (or even know what was happening). Certain parties - once they discovered Damian's existence - strongly disagreed. So they arranged for one of the Bats to go teach Damian in secret, to better prepare him for then inviting him back to Gotham to meet his father if he so wished.

click on the keep reading to read here on tumblr, or headover to read on AO3 instead :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46065967/chapters/115959850

“Identify yourself.” The demand came in a high-pitched voice, accompanied by a sword thrust at their throat.

They raised their hands to signal peace, even as they swung their legs over the windowsill and dropped to the floor on the wrong side – the inside – of it and leaned back against the wall.

“Cuckoo,” they answered easily, “I work with your father, Damian.”

The sword-armed child, now identified as Damian, narrowed his eyes.

“Prove it.”

Cuckoo snorted, moved their head in a way that seemed to suggest they were rolling their eyes behind the mask.

“Sure,” they hummed, thinking, before listing off, “Your father is Bruce Wayne, he has was taught by the League of Assassins among others before returning to his home in Gotham, he operates as the Batman, he had a child – you – with Talia al Ghul, not that he knew it at the time, he-”

“Wait.”

They stopped, obligingly.

“What do you mean, 'not that he knew it at the time'?”

Cuckoo's mask creased at the brow.

“I mean” they said slowly, “that at the time, he was not aware that Talia was with child. Nor did she inform him at the time of birth, or any time after. We had to find out through our own means. I assure you, if we had known, you would have had someone sent to teach you far sooner than this.”

Damian looked confused and distressed by this, though he inexpertly tried to wipe his expression clean. Given that he was a very young child, it did not work too well, though it did work better than was comfortable for anyone that age.

He started speaking and stopped a few times, apparently unsure where to start with his questions, before asking: “You came to teach me?”

It came out more like a statement than a question, though he sounded slightly too vulnerable to pull off the assertive tone.

Cuckoo nodded.

“Yes, I came to teach you. I understand that your mother has been telling you that you are the heir to both the League's operation and our own,” - the mask creased again as Cuckoo crossed their arms, but only on one side this time, a raised eyebrow? - “but how can you be expected to do so when you know nothing of our operations?”

Damian drew himself up in offense, snapping, “I know plenty-”

“-No, you don't, but that was not intended to be an insult baby bat. That was meant to be an explanation as to why I am here. Your mother cannot teach you about this as she has little to no information, and frankly we do not want the League to have any information about us if at all avoidable, so your father sent me to teach you and only you about it so you can do your inheritance justice.”

The child nodded sharply, mollified.

Cuckoo took a few steps forward, away from the window, before sinking gracefully to sit on the floor.

“Now, come sit. Let me tell you about the Bats and the Waynes.”

#my writing #my own posts #dc #damian wayne #fanfic #idk how else to tag this ngl

[sayurifellfrost]

Prompt #28: Blunt

Character(s): S’vexrha Tchuma, Sayuri Aoki

Age(s): 18, 27

The rattle of the door was the first thing that made S'vexrha's eyes narrowly open, ears twitching as she simply listened.

"... Vex?"

The voice that rang out was not Bexy's, who had otherwise been the only other occupant of the house for the suns she had been there. Yet it was a familiar one, and S'vexrha pushed herself up to sit and over to the edge of the loft, legs falling off it to dangle freely - startling the white-haired Seeker below.

"Yep?"

"-- Gods."

She couldn’t help but smirk as the older Seeker flinched at her sudden movement, leaning down a touch to inspect the woman more closely, now that she wasn’t in the compound’s prison garbs.

"Look at you, all cleaned up." S'vexrha flashed a toothy grin. "Don't look like shit anymore."

"... Thanks." Sayuri's lips pulled into a thin line.

S'vexrha slipped off the edge, landing by Sayuri's side.

"Oh don't take it to heart, I looked like shit too." She wandered over to the nearest fruitbowl, plucking a rolanberry from it and popping it into her mouth. "I've had a bath twice this week, twice! How cool isn't that? And the food.. you ever had one of these?"

Sayuri could do little but stare as S'vexrha rambled on excitedly, holding aloft a new rolanberry. Her lack of a response made the younger Seeker turn to her a bit better, squinting.

“..Have you not–”

“.. I’ve had rolanberries, Vex.”

“Then say so!” She pouted childishly, and planted the berry in her mouth once more. “Figured you’d be more excited, they’re great.”

A small smile graced Sayuri’s lips, head shifting into a slow shake.

“.. Somehow, I’m not surprised rolanberries are among the first things you’ve had since..” Her voice trailed. “.. Leaving the compound.”

“Escaping a hellhole.” S’vexrha corrected, rolling her shoulders. “No need to dance around it, we both know how shit it is.”

“.. That we do.”

Sayuri sighed softly, ears drooping a touch. She merely watched as S’vexrha plucked a handful of rolanberries out of the bowl before turning to face Sayuri anew.

“Bexy mentioned you wanted to talk to me. What’s up?” S’vexrha tilted her head.

“.. I.. wanted to apologise.” Sayuri mumbled.

“... Why?”

“For leaving you behind.”

“.. Did you miss the part where I told you to run?” S’vexrha lofted a brow. “Had you not run, both you and me would be stuck with ‘em still, if Bexy hadn’t torn the doors off their bloody hinges trying to find you. Eir? He’d be dead.”

She certainly didn’t sugarcoat her words, causing a slight frown to settle atop of Sayuri’s features - even if she knew it was true. It didn’t mean she had to like hearing it. S’vexrha sank down upon the bench by the table, leaning back against it to keep her crimson gaze atop of Sayuri, who slowly wandered around the table to settle herself upon the opposite bench - forcing S’vexrha to spin around if she still wanted to look at her.

“.. I.. take it.. He did not take kindly to you helping us..” She spoke quietly.

“Does Grym take kindly to anything?” S’vexrha’s shoulder pulled into a shrug. “Got the shit kicked out of me, nothing I didn’t know would happen if I was caught. Besides, I’m free now. And I can talk as much shit about them as I want to.”

S’vexrha displayed a massive grin Sayuri’s way at the last bit of her sentence, making the white-haired Miqo’te display a small smile of her own.

“.. On the assumption that you were.. Locked in, afterwards.. How did you get out?”

“Oh, I was.” S’vexrha confirmed, placing another rolanberry between her lips. “Ketenblaet let me out, guided me to the exit to make sure I made it out. Ran across half of fucking Thanalan to get away from ‘em, landed in the Burning Wall.. Got cornered, prepared to jump off the edge, then realised I could hurt them.. Then Bexy appeared. Then a Viera, but not your Viera. One with a gun.”

Sayuri’s mismatched stare widened as S’vexrha spilled out more and more words, offering a rapid blink and leaning back a touch.

“Wh-.. I-.. Pardon?” She furrowed her brows.

“.. Viera with a gun?” S’vexrha questioned.

“.. Before that.”

“.. Bexy?”

“.. No.”

“Realising I could hurt them?”

“.. That, and the bit right before.. And.. Ketenblaet.. again?”

S’vexrha paused, then nodded as she settled her hands atop the table now that they were bereft of rolanberries.

“Ah. Right. Figured I’d jump off the edge if they were about to grab me again.” She gave a nonchalant shrug. “Threw some fire their way and they got hurt, for the first time in nine cycles. Decided to fight them, instead.”

“I-..” Sayuri frowned. “.. For what it’s worth.. I am.. glad, that you chose to fight.”

The knowledge made Sayuri’s ears droop, her right hand moving to grasp onto the ring decorating her left hand, slowly twirling it around her finger. S’vexrha’s features remained neutral, even when she had spoken of the act she was so close to committing, that sun - either not realising the gravity of it, or.. Simply having seen it as the best way out. Either thought was something that made Sayuri’s frown deepen. S’vexrha’s ears flickered, head tilting as silence remained for a bit longer than she had intended, opting to break it by inhaling sharply.

“.. So!” She exclaims. “Nicer topics, I heard you and the bunnyboy are getting married.”

Mentioning it was enough to soften Sayuri’s expression, her lips curling into a soft smile and her head sinking into a gentle nod.

“We are..”

“Nice.” S’vexrha shifted, tugging her legs up to fold them underneath herself. “Don’t know much about the entire.. Marriage thing, but it’s a thing to like.. Change surnames ‘n shit, right?”

“.. It’s an option. None is obligated to it.”

“Are you gonna? Or will he?”

“I will.”

“..Awh, really?” S’vexrha almost sulked. “.. What name can be cooler for you to hold than fucking Fellfrost?”

Sayuri stared, eyes widening and cheeks flaring up in a bright red hue, making S’vexrha loft a brow at her.

“I-.. It-.. It isn’t my surname..” Sayuri mumbled, lowering her head. “... Yet.”

Her words made S’vexrha squint at her.

“... So, you yelling that your name was Sayuri Fellfrost in the arena wasn’t true, huh?”

“.. It will be!”

“Sa-yuri.” S’vexrha grinned.

“Keep that knowledge to yourself!”

Sayuri almost barked the demand out of embarrassment, making S’vexrha halfly double over in a cackle. The pale Seeker’s hands raised to let her bury her face in her palms to hide away the ever brightening blush that clung to her cheeks, all while the fiery one before her continued a highly entertained laugh that almost brought her to tears.

Gods, if she told Bexy…

She’d never hear the end of it.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #S'vexrha Tchuma #Sayuri Aoki #ic #ffxiv #writing

[umbralsound-xiv]

Required Reading.

A long, rasping breath is what draws him from his slumber; sleep had filled most of his suns as for late, dipping between consciousness and not as Eir recovered from his wounds. At the very least, whoever had taken him from the infirmary had opted to leave him sprawled out on his back.

Immediately, he knows he’s in a different room.

He tests the floor with his fingertips, tracing his hands through... Sand? It caught beneath his nails to some discomfort, coarse and unpleasant and yet held some uncomfortable moisture he tried not to dwell on. Where was he now?

He reluctantly opens his eyes with a groan, previously squeezed shut with the dull thrum of pain that danced in his back. Blurred vision begins to pick out shape and shadow, the tall form of a Viera immediately widening his grin, glimmers of green and gold at his eyes.

The sound that fled Eir’s lips is an immediate scream; no moment to process or freeze in fear, he begins to retreat against the wall despite his pain as Vairg merely takes two steps forth in a heavy, plodding pace, the sound of his trademark metal boots crunching through the sand.

Eir’s back meets cold stone, and he can move no further. Flinching, eyes slammed shut and heard turned to the side, the breaths that now ragged his lungs exhaled a whimper with each one... But nothing else came.

“I haven’t even laid a finger on you.” Vairg’s words are mocking, and a clear point of pride. Eir’s hands quickly shift to his ribs in a bid to protect them, but Vairg opts for something different; to press the cold toes of his boots against Eir’s shinbone with some unnerving delicateness. A cry strangles itself in Eir’s throat, tears already ready to fall; he dare not bring them up to meet Vairg’s own, not even for a moment.

“...And i won’t. They’re frightened i might... Break you, delicate that you are. But i have other ways of finding my entertainment.”

Eir watches the shadow. Watches Vairg’s feet, as they release him and take a few steps back. The sound of paper is rustled; a wad of documents by the look of the silhouette beneath him, which is quickly tossed towards him.

“Read.”

Eir swallows the lump that had swelled in his throat, slowly reaching for the papers with a trembling hand. Managing to gather them, he brings them up close enough to his eyes to read through the blur that threatened them.

Name: X’llaya Aoki Gender: Female Race: Miqo’te / Seeker of the Sun Place of birth: Thanalan, among the X tribe. Date of birth: 7S-1AM-1560/6AE Date of retrieval: 23S-3UM-1564/6AE Age of retrieval: Four cycles old.

Eir quietly gasps, enough to still his tears for the moment. A tiny picture is clipped to the page, which he regards by gently brushing his thumb over the image. A small Miqo’te child with red hair and mismatched eyes, who lacks the joy every girl her age should have posessed.

Sayuri.

Vairg’s brows loft, head tilted in Eir’s direction as some quiet instruction for him to continue. He does.

23S-3UM-1564/6AE

X’llaya was retrieved by Z’quohn and Ketenblaet this sun. She has proven difficult to deal with both in terms of personality and aetheric instability - fighting back and wounding both retrievers during the journey back to the compound. Despite being vicious and hostile, the Boss successfully made her docile by the usage of intimidation and making a show of intending to crush her beneath his palm, allowing her to be relocated to S.C.II - which we set aside for her after X’aoki’s initial contact. 

Caution is advised when dealing with her.

N.Latoloix

Eir’s expression falls to something darker. As every ilm of hope was quickly hollowed out of his chest, it is a mute kind of suffering he allows himself to feel, though the tears had already begun to stream down his cheeks. Why didn’t they want her? He knew the answer, she’d told him herself so many Moons ago in his room, in their room. He could have never done this to Lilya. Never. His eyes trace over the next few entries, a stone of grief slowly setting in his stomach.

Throughout it all, Vairg never removes his gaze from Eir’s features, which slowly contorted with horror.

9S-6UM-1564/6AE

Solitary confinement appears to be taking its toll upon X’llaya. She is frequently found covered in ice and teary-eyed, refusing to share the reasons why. 

Assumption: Having been born in a tribe, even if largely unwanted by them, X’llaya finds comfort among larger crowds. 

Suggestion: Continue solitary confinement.

N.Latoloix

How long had she been alone? Eir felt the words in his throat, but said nothing. Tears slowly spilled down his cheeks, in some understanding. He knew she never liked to be alone, and had some indication of the reason why, but having it set out so plainly...

He glances up, to catch Vairg’s gaze, and it darts right back to the papers.

10S-1UM-1565/6AE

The Boss took it upon himself to visit X'llaya. The girl denies being afraid, despite very clearly trying to keep her distance from him with fear in her movements. X’llaya was brought to tears upon being reminded she was discarded, and is unwanted and unloved by her family. The Boss opted to strangle the girl when she demanded he went away, reminding her that he owns her and that she is merely considered property. She was given the options to submit or to continue being difficult, and be treated thereafter. She chose the latter.

With Arnkel now cleared by Eanwin, X’llaya’s punishment is scheduled to be delivered in the coming sun - where she is to be collared and whipped.

N.Latoloix

Eir’s hand holds fast to the paperwork tightly enough to crinkle it, fighting the sound he would have surely made in the pit of his throat if he were to let himself.

Unwanted. Unloved.

She was anything but, to him. That people could have ever considered her as such sets an anger that he keeps to a quiet simmer in fear of present company. He turns the page, taking another deep breath that leaves with a waver, fearful of what was to come next.

7S-1AM-1566/6AE

It is X’llaya’s nameday, she turns six cycles old. After a sennight of timidness, she has once again started becoming hostile - serving as enough of a reason to warrant a visit from the Boss. Her aether lashed out violently, to which the Boss opted to merely bat her aside and slam her into a wall. X’llaya was strangled to the point of nearly fainting, before she was released and dropped to the floor. The Boss took a moment to remind X’llaya of her place before taking his leave.

N.Latoloix

Her namesday. The realisation hits Eir with a weight he’d unexpected, a small ���Oh..’ from his lips as Vairg’s brow lofted in quiet amusement. He wouldn’t disturb his reading, no. But at the very least, he’d slowly opted to move towards the door of the room.

Sayuri had never known her namesday, nor her age. Eir had known this; it was something he learned early, and yet still needed the occasional reminder of. A quiet moment sees him fight through the numbers, and think.

The Seventh Sun of the First Astral Moon. Sayuri is twenty-seven cycles old.

It’s a bitter thought to him, that they never celebrated. But how was he to know?

He knew now at least why she’d had such difficulty recalling her age. He’d been in here... How long, now? More than a moon? Two? After a sennight or two suns had begun to blend into eachother, and he could only imagine how disorientating it would become after cycles spent in this prison.

Against his better judgement, he continues to read. His brow slowly creases, as the handwriting becomes suddenly unfamilliar to him.

20S-3UM-1566/6AE

X’llaya has been transferred into my care, and will hereon be referred to by “Kitten” in the reports written by me.

As promised, I paid her a visit and found her cowering in a corner as far away from the door as she could possibly place herself - whimpering and trembling with fear the moment she realised it was me.

She is terrified, and won’t even imply she isn’t right now - I believe she is still in some amount of shock from yestersun.

Sorry to say for my dear Kitten.. She is yet to receive her punishment for what she did to Z’quohn.. But would it be best to let her recover a touch before I do anything, or should I begin immediately?

I will consult with Lumir to ensure I get the wanted reaction.

G.Maetisathsyn

A long inhale is given through Eir’s nose, though it does nothing to stop the tears. He can just about make out the name at the bottom, and in so doing, it brings him to a standstill.

It would get worse. Only so much worse from here.

A sob chokes through his lips, and he hangs his head, framed by bloodied and matted hair. The only comfort he found was in the departure of Vairg’s footfalls, which saw him leave the room, locking the door behind him.

And the sound of a chair being dragged to sit against the wall, where he’d surely remain to listen.

#Muse: [Eir] #Chapter: [Midnight Hour] #[What We Want Most] #FFXIV #IC #Writing #Short Story

[funboxsupreme]

Why did Erda stay with Emps for so long. And what do you think Erda was doing before the age of strife

To the first questions

The Default/Canon Answer: Erda believed Emps had humanities best interests in mind, and was able to tolerate a lot of stuff until he went too far. Considering Emps’ power and charisma, I also think he was the more pragmatic option if Erda wanted to help shepherd Humanity down the right path, since he had the leadership to get things done.

My personal Headcanon/building upon that: Considering that Emps was not only Uber powerful (described as a freak by Erda) and ultra charismatic, I don’t think it would be out of the realm of possibility that Emps manipulated Erda in some way. Not to the point where Erda had no agency (and let’s be honest, she clearly has her hand in fucking things up #girlboss) but I wouldn’t be surprised if Emps left some stuff out of their agreements.

I also think Sunk Cost was a factor but again that’s HC territory

For the second, (What was she doing before the Age of Strife) I kind of go with ‘She was probably with Emps’ but I like to think she was around Emps for periods of time and most of the time she was doing her own thing. The main thing I HC doing is setting up or having a commune around Gelb Eir Richat with nomads or people who have lived around that area for years, taking in wanders and such.

#Erda #funbox asks #sorry for the wait on this the brainworms decided to make me second guess myself #I also have some HCs about her being various women warriors before she decided to take more peaceful options #those tend to take more a tragic approach

[thmgau]

CHAPTER 14 - POSTERS OF A PUPPET [wattpad link]

---

Juniper awoke in eir bed, yawning. It was Thursday, which means voi had rehearsal today. Vae also had class today, but that wasn’t until 1 PM, so vae had time to sit back, relax, &-

Bzzt!

Juniper’s phone buzzed. Bro rolled over to bros bedside table & grabbed bros phone, looking at it. It was a text from Cherry in the group chat.

Cherry: hey wtf is this

Attached to the text was a picture of a poster. On the poster was a photo of the puppet that was staring at Juniper yesterday at the puppet shop. Text was on the poster that read, “No One’s Better Than You! Choose Sotry to be the world’s president!” There was a red, metal dot above the poster as well, but Juniper couldn’t make out what it was.

A few more messages showed up in the group chat.

Leslie: i think thats a poster cherry Cherry: no but like Cherry: the puppet from yesterday’s on it Leslie: why? Cherry: i don’t know?? Kalani: what is this puppet cooking 👨‍🍳🕴 Nora: president of the world seems kinda sketch dontcha think Cherry: ya thats what i thought Cherry: not much i can do tho. i have a class to get to

Juniper sighed. Looks like dew wasn’t getting the early-ish morning rest dew wanted after all.

Juniper: im gonna go tear down those posters Cherry: what Cherry: ok good luck i guess

So, Juniper rolled out of bed & stretched, preparing for a long day of tearing posters down.

-

It was eerily silent in the puppet shop today. Alph was out getting some supplies, so the puppets were left to their own devices.

A laptop was open, with a security cam feed on it. The blue puppet flipped through each camera, while Sotry (the green puppet) stared & watched. The blue puppet flipped past a scene that Sotry had found most intriguing.

“Canul. Stop.” “Huh?” “Go back.”

Canul (the blue puppet) flipped back to the scene. A kid (looked to be around college age) with a green tie necklace stood there, grabbing a poster off the wall & ripping it in half.

“They’re ripping our posters apart.” “Why?” “Why? Do you think I know why?!” “Well- I-” Canul stammered. “Well- You know everything, don’t you?” “..I suppose so. Switch to the next camera.” “On it, Sotry.”

Canul flipped to the next camera. The same kid with the tie necklace, walking up to a poster, tearing it off the wall, & ripping it in half.

“They must know our plan.” “That’s impossible,” the red puppet piped up. “We haven’t told anyone about our plan. We’re the only ones who-” “Did I say you could speak, Islo?”

Islo (the red puppet) quickly shut his mouth.

“Canul. Move to the next camera.” “Right away, Sotry.”

Canul went to the next camera. The same kid is seen pulling down a poster, but in the middle of it, someone walks up to them.

“Juniper!” “Oh, Allie! What’s up?” “Just wanted to say thanks for the rose you got yesterday. It’s perfect.” “It’s the least I could do!”

“A rose..” Sotry hummed, thinking.

The people in the camera feed continued talking.

“Are you & the others prepared for the performance next week?” “Yup! In the university theater, right?” “You got it! See ya there!”

“Puppets!” Sotry clapped his hands twice. The rest of the puppets turned to look at him.

“I don’t know why this person is tearing down our posters, but we must stop them before they foil our plans. & luckily, we’ve just been given the perfect date for that: next Thursday.”

-

“Alright, everybody! Good rehearsal!” Allie clapped. “Remember, next Thursday is our first performance, so be ready! We’ll be having the dress rehearsal the day before!”

As everyone got ready to go, the group reconvened with each other & started to leave the theater.

“Woo! This performance is gonna be awesome!” “You can say that again! That rose we got from the puppet shop works way better than I expected it to.” “Speaking of the puppet shop,” Cherry said, opening up the door to leave. “How’d it go with those posters, Juni?” “Oh! Uh.. it was normal, I guess. I tore some up before I went to class, but that was it. I wonder what the red things above each poster are, though- oh, speak of the devil.”

The group saw another one of the posters on a streetlight pole outside the theater.

“Oh, great. Another one.” “It’s fine. Let’s go rip it up.”

They approached the poster. Juniper tore it off the pole & ripped it in half, crumpling it up.

“There we go. Nothin’ to it.” “I do kinda wanna know what the red thing is, though.” Leslie said, pointing at the red, metal dot that was above where the poster was. “It’s probably nothing.” Cherry shrugged. “Either way, I am curious.” Leslie ever-so carefully flicked it off of the pole & into their hand. “I’ll head by every place I can think of tomorrow to find out what it is.” “Alright. Useless endeavor, but you have fun with it.” “I will!” “In the meantime,” Nora yawned. “Can we head home? I am exhausted.” “Absolutely, my friend. Let’s book it.”

#thmgau #posters of a puppet

[cthonicascendant]

About

Welcome to the [redacted] Hive

Body Name: Xenica | Xen Body Age: mid 30s Collective Pronouns: It/Its | He/Him System Type: Praesigenic Median

Boundaries

Things we will block you for:

Sending us shipcourse.

Asking us about incest/pedophilia/etc.

Sending hate messages, threats, or doxxing.

We're also fairly liberal with the block button, so don't be too alarmed if you are blocked and didn't do anything on this list. We will block people just for vaguely annoying us on a given day. (If you ask nicely on anon and we really can't remember or find why we blocked you, we'll probably lift the block.)

All asks will be published (eventually), with the exception of call out posts and donation requests. We do not have the time or inclination to verify those, and will simply delete them with an acknowledgement of receipt in a separate post. Repeatedly attempting to send us these types of asks will ALSO get you blocked.

Seriously, do not put anything in our ask box you're not comfortable being published. And please direct all horny asks over to @whendidthisbecomeawhorehouse .

Minors do NOT interact with that blog. I will block you from here too.

The trolls do not mind and in fact actively welcome other Homestucks - other fictives, kin, etc. you're all fine. (They do not mind RP blogs but do ask that you respect this is NOT roleplay for them.)

We are pro-endo and are not accepting syscourse at this time.

We are queer and polyamorous. (Other systems and trans people are more than welcome to hit us up. ;) Singlets and cis people can shoot your shot but you're at a disadvantage.)

Some of us use typing quirks, but we can turn them off to varying degrees. That said, for the most part you should probably filter "typing quirk" and "untranslated typing quirk" if quirks bother you, since the bulk of the posting around here is done by Voidsong. (Although I question why you are following us if quirks are an issue. /polite /genuinely curious)

Speaking of tags, we're not very consistent about tagging beyond the typing quirks. We can't promise that we'll be able to consistently tag for anything, so if you do need something tagged we may not be the blog to follow. (We do not mind being asked to add a tag to something, just be aware we may not remember to tag for that subject in the future.)

For the most part you can ask for a specific hivemate/alter and we're willing to switch, but please check individual boundaries.

More about individual hivemates under the cut.

The Main Crew

Voidsong Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 15 sweeps (approx. 33 years) Typing Quirk: 5phinx of black quartz judge my Vovv Ask to pilot: If he's not already here, don't ask unless you're very close. Additional Boundaries: None.

Crow(ley) Pronouns: Sey/Sem/Seir/Semself Age: 33 years Typing Quirk: <<sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow.>> Ask to pilot: Most likely already here as well, but doesn't mind coming to the helm if not. Additional Boundaries: No flirting - if you're interested in Crow please be direct with sem. No feminine terms.

Mierco Pronouns: It/Its | Ey/Em/Eir/Emself Age: 19 sweeps (approx. 40 years) Typing Quirk: >.sphinx of black quartz. .judge my vow.< Ask to pilot: Yes. Additional Boundaries: No unsolicited advice.

Diakto Pronouns: Xe/Xem/Xer/Xemself Age: ?? sweeps (young adult) Typing Quirk: ≈sssphinxxx of black quartzzz, judge my vow.~ Ask to pilot: Yes. Additional Boundaries: No nicknames other than D(ee).

Aiclas Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Age: ???? (adult) Typing Quirk: The quick brown fox jump6 over the lazy dog. Al∫o u∫e6 ∫ in place of lowerca∫e S in the middle of word6. Ask to pilot: Any time! Additional Boundaries: None.

The Moth Department

Aletheia Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Age: 37 years Typing Quirk: None. Ask to pilot: Only when the body is not high. Additional Boundaries: Platonic affection only (e.g. no kissing or flirty touches).

Zeke Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 37 years Typing Quirk: None. Ask to pilot: No. Additional Boundaries: None.

Melara | Havocfey Pronouns: Any Age: 10 sweeps (approx. 21 years) Typing quirk: I-O Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow. O-I Ask to pilot: Yes. Additional Boundaries: None.

Glitch Pronouns: It/Its | Any Neopronouns Age: ???? Typing Quirk: No, but it communicates solely in quotes, memes, and pop culture references. Ask to pilot: Yes. (why?) Additional Boundaries: None.

The Labs

Harry Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 54 years Typing Quirk: None. Ask to pilot: You can, but he may not respond. Additional Boundaries: No flirting, no displays of affection, and no nicknames.

Grub Pronouns: She/Her/Hers | Grub/Grubs/Grubself Age: 7 years Typing Quirk: None. Ask to pilot: No. Additional Boundaries: In the event Grub ever gets to go on this blog (unlikely), please treat her similarly to a regular child.

#about #Void5ong #>.mierco.< #diakto #~aletheia m.~ #the moth department #glitchposting #I-O Melara O-I #~harry #aicla6 #yeah idk vvhat the 5y5tem name i5 goin to be yet but executiVe deci5ion the old one vva5 makin me feel bad 5o it5 gone #Last Edited: 24 Jul 23 #Patch Notes: -Added Aiclas. #«crow»

[thepunmaster]

I posted 28,265 times in 2022

That's 21,509 more posts than 2021!

157 posts created (1%)

28,108 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@anarchistmemecollective

@ahrva

@dysfunctionalroomba

@the-village-dunce

@made-nondescript

I tagged 1,724 of my posts in 2022

#double lifeblogging - 52 posts

#anon.txt - 20 posts

#unreality - 16 posts

#described - 14 posts

#pattoncakes! - 11 posts

#reblog game - 11 posts

#time for crab - 10 posts

#dsmp - 10 posts

#ai generated - 9 posts

#what - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#brain's got into a dopamine-seeking loop and is endlessly refreshing notifications again? tell your friend to tell you to do the thing you'v

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

We have decided to make a new pinned post to reflect some changes, and the fact that we wish to be fully open about being a system.

Hello, we are the Puns System. We are traumagenic and have over one hundred members. Our collective pronouns are he/they/fey, and we enjoy poetry, animals, and various fandom-related things.

Our blog for original posts is @theoriginalpunmaster, and our system-related sideblog is @themanypunmasters.

We tag things as #x tw, #tw x, or #x mention. We usually tag #long post. If we reblog a version of “do you love the colour of the sky”, we tag it as #colour of the sky. If you wish for us to tag a certain thing or type of post, you need only to ask.

We would prefer if no nsfw blogs follow us.

You may send asks or message us at any time, and are, in fact, encouraged to.

Below are some of the alters who will be or are using Tumblr, and their corresponding tags. We will add to this as necessary.

#plant.posting - Parsley, he/him. This is me, and also the alter who has been writing the post thus far. I am 15 years old on average, though my age varies from 12 to 17. I am similar to an angel, though without the halo or religious connotation. I enjoy botany, the wind, and stargazing. I tend to be an aggressive protector, though we do not use many labels.

#fishbitch>D - yo i m Meenah from Beforus, ey/em/eir, fish/fishself, or water/waterself. i m a homestuck fictive obviously but dont ask me why the brain chose me 2 b all fleshed out + almost a host instead of anenome of the other trolls we have cuz idk. >D looks like a fish n i think thats cool

#eclipse.text - this will be the tag for the time subsystem, we all use he/him and xi/xim/xir pronouns. dark thyme (that’s me) is 17, likes tea, and enjoys playing minecraft. i’m the one who will probably be using tumblr the most out of us three. light thyme is somewhere between 5 and 9, he really likes chocolate and we might make a sideblog for him (and other littles) to reblog stimboards and animal pictures on, and other things like that. gray thyme is a 12 year old cryptid, he rarely fronts and i have no idea what he likes.

#pattoncakes! - I’m Patton, she/them! I’m a very upbeat, positive alter! I’m a fogtive of Patton Sanders (Sort of in between a fictive (alter based on a fictional character) and a factive (alter based on a real person), in a way that makes it confusing which one I am or how much of each I am!) I like dad jokes and cats!

#pearlescentperegrine - absynthe, they/them and si/sin/sir, im a winged person (hence the tag “pearlescent peregrine”) from an alternate sorta victorian-era england where some people have wings an stuff. i like watchin hermitcraft

#anon.txt - This will be used for alters who do not wish to reveal themselves, when we are blurred and are not aware of who is fronting, and other reasons that we/an alter would stay anonymous.

16 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#4

See the full post

18 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#3

ok i dare u.

make a pun with this fish (btw her name is shiny :D)

oh, a sarcastic fringehead! she's magni-fish-ent! i sea that just one pun won't be enough to hold to scale, she deserves the fin-est jokes i can shell out :3

27 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#2

the concept of being “overqualified” for a job is a construct of capitalism, because employers want their employees to be dependent on them so they can get away with more shit without losing workers. if you have more qualifications than necessary for the position, especially if you have a lot more, you could very easily get a different, better-paying or higher-quality job if you become unsatisfied with your current one. if you just barely meet the qualifications for your current job, almost any others that you would be able to find would be a downgrade, likely with a lower rank and pay.

this intertwines with the majority of employees getting severely underpaid, so that even in higher positions they might struggle with or be unable to maintain a comfortable lifestyle, which feeds into the culture of competition and the societal pressure to have the ultimate goal and dream of climbing up the metaphorical company ladder, instead of being satisfied and happy on a figuratively lower rung, as most “lower” positions, while absolutely essential, are not paid enough to reflect their necessity, and are treated with very little respect. in this essay I will

64 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

See the full post

424 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #no comment on my top post #however people should go check out my 4th top post because i spent a lot of time drawing that #if you do: sorry in advance for my shitty handwriting; a transcription of the words is at the bottom

[charaznablescanontoyota]

silvaire + overgrown

the loudest sound in the forest of elsewhere is the whirr of the clippers. silvaire shifts her grip on the latter, moves them slowly, meditatively across lorcan's scalp to shear down any scraps of hair left behind. she is sitting on the riverbank, lorcan in front of her with eir legs in the water, surrounded by the copper detritus of eir own hair. it was down to eir waist, when silvaire started.

"you know, you're the only person i knew wouldn't talk me out of this," lorcan says, in response to a question silvaire did not ask.

she doesn't ask why, either. she knows. she did this same thing to her own hair three seasons ago. she already had too much weight around her neck, and the flowers had taught her the value in a controlled burn. clearing the overgrowth to let something new take root. her hair has been growing back silver-streaked since then, a reminder of the age her face refuses to show.

"your decisions are your own," silvaire says, simply. no matter the reason - it's verging on the end of the world. who is she to begrudge lorcan being a little dramatic about it?

"though i didn't know it would work," she adds. "the message in a bottle."

"sometimes they work, sometimes they don't," lorcan says, with a shrug. ey would know, silvaire supposes. ey's been elsewhere far more than she has. and as someone who spent several seasons with the flowers, it would be hypocritical of her to question a magical forest that works seemingly on its own whim.

"i'm glad it worked, though," lorcan goes on. ey reaches up to run eir fingers over eir scalp. "usually i don't ask for a lot. just snacks and shit. i didn't know if something with batteries would make the trip okay."

silvaire hums. she reaches into the silt and gathers up a thick lock of lorcan's hair in her fingers, plucks a long strip of grass to tie the bundle with.

"what's that?" lorcan asks, twisting in place.

"superstition," silvaire says, and does not add that it is from her home-before-this-one, the home where she learned how to be a gunslinger and a witch and a woman. "keep it on you, or give it to someone you trust."

lorcan takes the bundle of hair, eyes it. "why?"

"it might let them find you, from this world to the next."

"do you have one?" lorcan asks.

silvaire does. it sits inside the hollow of her bird-skull necklace, untrusted to anyone. she used to be certain that someday she would walk from this world to the next, that the next door in a long series of doors would appear in front of her and she would go through it like she went through the door from mid-world to maryland a long time ago. she is not so certain anymore.

"yes," she says. "do you want to see it?"

#blaseball #lorcan smaht #silvaire roadhouse #i think about lorcan and silvaire in elsewhere in s24 a LOT. #marn writes

[astra-galaxie]

"Adalet no impaling your brother, Magnus, stop teasing your sister on her wedding day!" - Eir

Biographical information

Full Name: Eir Dahl

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Status: Alive

Age: 58 (season 2)

Birth: 1957

Race: Mythonite

Nationality: Asgardian

Origin: Vanaheim, New Asgard

Residence:

Asgard, New Asgard

Vanaheim, New Asgard (formerly)

Profession(s): Queen of New Asgard

Family:

Runa Dahl (wife)

Magnus Dahl (son)

Tómus Dahl (son)

Heimdall Sadik-Halvorsen (brother-in-law)

Adalet (Anders) Sadik-Halvorsen (niece/nephew)

Henrik Dahl (father-in-law) (incarcerated)

Sylvi Dahl (mother-in-law) (deceased)

Affiliation(s): New Asgard Royal Council

Profile

Height: 5’6” Age: 58 (season 2) Weight: 150lbs Eyes: brown Blood: B-

Eir is a woman of average height with long, curly red hair the colour of fall leaves that is beginning to lighten with age, warm brown eyes, and fair skin adorned with freckles. She can normally be seen wearing a drape-style brown dress ending just above her ankles, dark green heels and a forest green cardigan. She also wears dangling star earrings and a circle-style tiara just like Runa wears but Eir's tiara has blue jewels that match her wife's eyes.

Powers and Abilities

Asgardian abilities:

Super-strength

Enhanced durability

Enhanced speed

Superhuman Stamina

Regenerative healing factor

Flight

All-Speak

Star Generation

Asgardians can create small orbs of light which they call "stars" that they send up into the sky at night

Magic

History

Eir grew up on Vanaheim surrounded by the woods and a large lake connected to the ocean. Her family was well known for the customer, hand-crafted furniture and houses they'd build all across New Asgard. Eir is no stranger to carpentry and if you give her a design, she can probably build it!

She met Runa by chance (Runa calls it destiny) and the two were wed a few years later. Eir never imagined herself becoming a princess and later a queen but no matter how lavish her lifestyle has become, she'll always treasure growing up in the woods of Vanaheim. In fact, she was the one who suggested Magnus and Tómus go to school with the local children of Asgard. She wanted her boys to connect with the people in a way that private tutoring would prevent.

Eir remembers the sleepless nights she had after each of her children were born. Especially Magnus and Adalet since no one had planned for having two babies at the same time! But despite the extended periods she’d go without sleep, she cherishes every second she got to spend with her babies.

When Magnus told her that he was going to be proposing to Aurora, Eir couldn't contain her excitement. Aurora had been a friend of Magnus and Adalet’s since elementary school, always either keeping the twins out of trouble or getting dragged along for the ride! She always secretly hoped her son would marry Aurora, and her wish will soon come true!

While she is going to miss them when Magnus and Aurora move to Earth permanently, she would never stop any of her children from pursuing their dreams. Besides, they can still visit each other and Magnus promises to message, video call, and send her pictures as often as he can so she can keep up to date with his life on Earth.

Events of Criminal Case

Season 2

Like any good mother, Eir helped get Adalet ready for her wedding to Fili. She also prevented Adalet from killing Magnus after he teased his twin too much. Eir wishes she could say it was the only time she's ever had to stop any of her children from threatening to maim or kill each other, but she would be lying if she did…

Story Information

First appeared: Tying the Knot

Trivia

She found out she was pregnant with Magnus when Heimdall told her he heard an extra heart beating inside her

Likewise, she learned she was pregnant with Tómus when Adalet asked her why she had two hearts inside her

All of her children adored playing with her hair when they were little, even Magnus despite them sharing the same shade of red hair

She is not only the second Queen of New Asgard but also the Queen of DIYs!

Loves recycling and repurposing items and giving them new life

She is forbidden from learning about Pinterest

Seriously, do NOT show her the app, she will successfully make every DIY project she can find

She taught Magnus to use axes as his primary weapon. Eir spent a lot of time when she was younger chopping wood and still does. Magnus always found it interesting to watch and decided that he wanted to learn how to use battle axes when he was old enough

They’ve even entered axe-throwing competitions together as a mother-son team, they have several awards they’ve won over the years

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5.

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad)

Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad)

Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

#criminal case #original character #my ocs #astra's ocs #pacific bay

[anxiouslyfred]

Connections - Anxceit

Summary: A world of various soulmate connections forming at different ages, The sides need to navigate each having multiple types of soulmate connections and finding each other.  Janus and Virgil write letters to each other, unable to connect in other ways until they manage to find each other

Part of an ongoing eventual DRLAMP daily story with each part focusing on one ship

/\/\

Janus hadn't received a letter before the notification. They hadn't expected to, granted, but looking at the notification made them distinctly aware that they would have preferred to have received a letter first, even if they couldn't actually know who it was from.

It was their fourth soulmate to learn about, and the second that their parents wouldn't know of. Their school had already been talking about a penpal scheme that Janus had wondered about joining so they would just declare that as the reason for the letters they would be sending. The fact their their birthday was one of the few days when they'd be the one to collect the mail without it being seen as suspicious did make it easier to hide as well.

/\/\

5 letters with address stamped on over another were in the mail. Virgil blinked at the pile ey'd been given. Beneath a few birthday cards from relatives and an official looking envelope, there were 5 almost identical letters with eir name stamped.

Curiously ey put the birthday cards to one side, looking between the letters and the official envelope for a few moments before deciding to open the official envelope first.

Dear Mr Virgil Stewart,

This is your notification of a soulmate connection that allows you to send letters to the other party connected to you.

The address to direct your letters to so they can be directed to your soulmate is below along with a list of rules and limitations to what will show in the letters you send. If the other person is older than you any letters they've already sent will have arrived alongside this letter and going forward will be sent straight to you after your name is added to the envelope.

Congratulations on your new soulmate.

Sincerely

Personal Connections Officer

Thomas

It took a moment after reading the letter for Virgil to understand what was happening. Ey had a 4th soulmate and a lot of letters to reply to apparently. Hopefully eir soulmate would understand that ey're younger than them so couldn't reply before now.

Dear Soulmate,

It's my fifteenth birthday and I can only assume that you are not yet fifteen given I received no other letters alongside the notification, so hello. If I'm wrong, then I must be offended that you haven't decided to reach out yet, but I'm well aware of how parents can be regarding soulmates. I hope you are able to reply soon though.

I'm not going to tell my parents about having a soulmate connection with you. It's nothing to do with hiding you and a lot to do with their attempts to interfere with the other connections I have that they know about. I hope you have multiple soulmate connections too. I know it isn't always guaranteed that we will share multiple soulmates but that does seem likely to be the path of fewest disputes.

We might have a few arguments anyway. I've been told plenty of times that I'm deliberately contradictory and overly sarcastic. Apparently that's a personality flaw, although I fail to see why. It merely means the times I mislead someone are often more obvious for people to see than when they themselves do so.

I can't write for much longer but I'll try to get at least one letter sent each week if you don't reply.

From Your Soulmate.

..

Dear Silent Penpal,

Apparently I need to be speaking up more in class to get the attention. Considering I have a few teachers who deliberately try to ignore me that will be difficult, especially since those are the teachers who have just told my parents I'm not speaking up. Why must the adults of the world do one thing but request we do another when they are the ones responsible for it in the first place?

I'm not sure what else to write to you today, but hope that when you begin replying that will be easier. I'll have something to respond to at least.

Until then, My Hand is in the Air

…

Dear My Darling,

I have visited an aquarium today. My parents were being insufferable and they constantly say I should be doing more with my days so I took myself out and decided the aquarium sounded wonderful.

Largely it was a chance to learn some more about the fishes and creatures of the sea, but the one in town also has a section for amphibians. I was hoping that the little frog I've had with me for years could be identified while going around it, but unfortunately, whether due to the incorporeal forms limitations, or simply lack of variety, I was unable to manage this. I do, of course, refer to a soulmate creature, rather than a living pet. Please do not suppose me an irresponsible pet owner who doesn't know the animal they look after due to ignorance.

I don't believe I told you before what the other soulmate connections I have are, but as I've just said, one is an animal, a small frog. The others are a timer counting down, which has a few years left until I meet them, and a ribbon. I've attempted to follow the ribbon numerous times since it formed when I was 13, but sadly am still bereft of meeting any of my soulmates.

Perhaps if we were all fish it would be easier to find each other and form our own little shoal, but then again, the ocean is a very large expanse.

Wistfully, Your Dreamer

…

Dear Stranger,

I wish you were old enough to write back to me. I wish I could find one of my other soulmates without waiting so long. I wish I could finally move out of this house.

Actually that last one will be coming true soon enough. I've been saving for years really. Distrust in my parents has only been growing since I turned 6 and had soulmates explained to me so the moment I understood living on my own would take money I began saving, taking on chores and since I turned 15 part time work when possible to be able to afford my own place. I think I'll have enough by the time I'm 17. Of course that's over a year away now, but it's soon. I have to believe it's soon.

I had an argument with my parents today. Somehow they've figured out I've been saving and are pressuring me to use my money to learn to drive as soon as I turn 16. I stand by that if they want me to do so, then they can pay for the lessons. It isn't like our family is struggling for money.

In fact, if I did know how to drive I'm fairly sure my mum would be trying to come with me every time I left the house, just in case I was going to follow the ribbon around my wrist. Getting away from them has to come first.

I hope wherever you are your family is more supportive of your independence, Dear.

I'll run to you one day,

Your Confidante

…

Dear Soulmate,

I've been thing of ways I could tell you enough for us to be able to meet up. We're told from the beginning that letters breaking the terms won't be sent, and while I've definitely tried, those were returned. My parents tried to read them and when they couldn't scolded me for writing swear words or sexually explicit letters to a school penpal which was frankly amusing to listen to.

I believe I should be able to describe areas and let them get through however. I mean the letter about the aquarium trip got through and that did describe an exhibit that seems relatively unique to my town. Most aquariums don't have an area for frogs and other amphibians, did you know?

Perhaps when you are able to reply you can try describing where you live, or landmarks near it so that we can learn how close or far apart we live.

Yours Scheming,

J

Virgil read each letter immediately after the one above it, smiling at the connection with eir soulmate actually being a way to get to know them. The latest seemed to be written fairly recently too, and ey could just imagine eir soulmate being frustrated to have the letters breaking the restrictions returned to them.

Ey wasn't certain about what to say, even with 5 letters to reply to, but ey would get something on the page.

Dear Soulmate,

I'm not sure that there is anything I'd call a landmark in this town. It's exhaustingly boring. The museum is cool, I guess. It has an Egyptian exhibit with a few actual mummy's in. I always think the entrance is trying to look like an old Roman building with its columns and the shaping of it.

Sorry you've had to wait for me. I'm writing this as soon as I've read all 5 of your letters on my 15th. I do have 3 other soulmates too. One of mine is a timer connection that's got a few years to go still, and another means I can't see purple or green any more. The last one is their name on my wrist which I assumed meant they were male, my mom thought they were female so I'm not sure of anything beyond their name.

I'd be terrified of hurting a soulmate animal. They do better if you look after them, right? It sounds difficult looking after a whole other being. Convincing myself to look after me is difficult enough.

Sorry again you had to wait for me,

Your soulmate

V

It wasn't the letter ey thought eir soulmate deserved but ey didn't want to write too much, not with eir first letter. Maybe when they know each other better ey can write more. Besides, at least now they both knew each others first initial.

/\/\

No matter how much J had described of their home town, or how much they convinced Virgil to describe neither of them were certain where the other lived, even after years of writing to each other and moving away from their parents. Virgil knew that J had their own place and was working and studying still, as well as that they had met their other soulmates already. In fact J had even met the soulmate of one of their other soulmates according to their last letter.

Ey was grateful to finally be able to share the same.

Hey J,

I met my neighbour yesterday and he'd one of my soulmates too! The name on my wrist actually.

We spent a wonderful evening together and I think you'd really like his intelligence. I was struggling to keep up with some of the rants he went on.

Plus he could keep up with my sarcasm and said it almost reminded him of one of his other soulmates too. I wish I was as lucky as you and he have been over finding my soulmates.

V

It was just a short note sent off on eir lunch break, and ey didn't entirely expect a reply.

Ey definitely didn't expect to get a note even shorter than eirs the next morning, delivered just before ey left for work which was unusual for eir postman to manage.

V, That sounds like one of mine who had a similar story. Might have found you. If so, see you tonight. J

Virgil wasn't sure if it was good or bad to be found by J because ey'd mentioned Logan, but if that was what had happened, ey couldn't wait to finish work that night.

/\/\

“Janus, I don't see why you were so insistent on coming over but now refuse to come in at all. If you wish to meet Virgil, I'm sure we can wait in my apartment until ey've arrived home and have relaxed for a while.” Ey could hear Logan saying while climbing the stairs, too impatient to wait for the lift.

“I just want to know if ey're mine too, Logan. You know the desire to find your soulmates, just as well as any of us do.” The voice replying was smooth, deliberately calm Virgil thought as ey hastened eir steps.

The pair must have heard em on the stairs then since they fell silent, already watching the stairs when Virgil reached eir floor. “Hello?” Ey asked, tentative, curious.

“Hello, I'm Janus, Are these letters you've written?” The stranger stepped forward, holding out familiar pages covered in eir handwriting.

Some part of Virgil wanted to wrap this oh so familiar and known stranger in a hug immediately, but ey instead just hugged the pages, nodding. “You found me.”

“I did.”

#anxceit #virgil sanders #Janus Sanders #logan sanders #background loceit #background analogical #soulmate au #Letter Writing #soulmate letters