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laulink · 2 years

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Reacting to the post I just reblogged because it gave me FEELINGS about the Beagles as a found family but I didn’t wanna go on a tangent on the post itself so here

The thing with Edelgard mothering the Black Eagles is that she had 8 older siblings babying her while growing up

Then she got 2 YOUNGER siblings and was determined to be the best big sister ever because she’s had all the good and bad examples with the 8 other

Then her siblings all died and for years, all she had was Hubert (3 years older and her retainer and canonically a big brother) until she got into Garreg Mach and met :

- 1 older girl who never had a family

- 1 girl her age who was abused into being in a constant state of panic attack

- 1 girl whose dad was killed in a conflict at the end of which the winner demanded the girl to be given to them so they could take her away from her land and family (feels familiar to Edelgard)

(also I was genuinely SHOCKED to find out that Petra is only 15 at the start of Three Houses. SHE’S THE YOUNGEST OF THE BLACK EAGLES. WHICH MEANS IN THREE HOPES SHE BECOMES QUEEN AT NOT EVEN 18 YEARS OLD. BABY. WHY.)

- 2 boys a year younger than her, 1 one being quite literally baby brother shaped, the other 1 being unable to take care of himself in a healthy way on his own

- and 1 obnoxious boy her age who kept demanding to compete with her to prove that he was stronger and better and his flowers were better too and his horse and he’s more lovable than her of course- (does that YELL obnoxious younger brother to anyone else or is it just me ?)

How was she supposed to NOT instantly add them to the family tree and be the older sister she always wanted to be ?

#it's kinda fun how the girls are just TRAUMA and the boys ''baby brothers someone needs to take care of''#Edelgard walking up to her dad after the attack on Garreg Mach and the formation of the Black Eagles Strike Force :#''Dad I want you to meet my wife our daughter our daughter's girlfriend who we adopted our sons and the yapping dog''#Byleth is the godmother for everyone #Dorothea wanted Caspar to call her big sis in their supports but then Edelgard becomes his mom and Dorothea her wife so he calls her mom #Dorothea realises then that she wants children and starts pestering Edelgard #''After the war honey. 10 of them if you want.''#I didn't include Hubert in the run down because he's Edelgard's honorary big brother so he's everyone's uncle #and also the person who gives Dorothea the shovel talk about Edelgard #except that since it's HIM we're talking about she's really not sure if he's joking or if he actually would kill her #she'd rather not find out anyway #he also gives Petra the shovel talk for Bernadetta because Edelgard finds this ridiculous and wouldn't do it herself #he doesn't give a shovel talk to Bernadetta about Petra because he's pretty sure she'd faint after the first sentence #fire emblem three houses #edelgard von hresvelg #black eagles

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princesilverlining · 10 months

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ah, yes, another day in my church-school, i have no negative feelings toward this. absolutely no grievances

- edelgard probably

#incorrect fire emblem quotes #fire emblem #fire emblem 3 houses #few3h #fe3h #fire emblem three hopes #black eagles #black eagle strike force #edelgard von hresvelg

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pathetic-gamer · 2 years

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Honorary black eagles this, honorary black eagles that, what about former eagles who absolutely do not belong in the empire after the war starts, huh?? (Petra. I'm talking about Petra. Petra "hostage of the empire [...] it feels like a knife against my throat" "for Bridgid to be living, the Empire needs to be crushed" Macneary.)

#the will of the Emperor #side note as far as honorary eagles go i think the only person i can actually agree w is Lorenz #since he does canonically side with the Empire in every route but the eagles #but basically Petra should be able to defect from the empire lol #in her lines fighting Shamir she denies being the princess of brigid and calls herself which. i mean.#not ideal #and obviously inevitable. if shes a political prisoner without allies outside the empire then she has no choice but to #submit and relinquish the autonomy of Brigid. thats a bad thing. like. yall realize that's a bad thing right?#so anyway. even when she isnt able to defect she pretty clearly WANTS to #and therefore i firmly believe she shouldnt be considered a black eagle #empire general? yeah. member of the strike force? sure. a Black Eagle? no.#fe3h #afraid to put this in the main tags lol #fe3h petra

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spookycivet · 1 year

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#fe three houses #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #I finished fe3h for black eagles #100% stuck with edelgard my first playthrough #black eagles ROCKS #I also married Dorothea 🔥 ❤️ 🔥#Dorothea #edelgard #black eagle strike force

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dragongutsixofficial · 2 years

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It has come to my notice that the artstyle I am using for this animatic has already changed drastically between the start of the wip and its present state xD

#fe3h #byleth eisner #edelgard von hresvelg #lady rhea #edeleth #edelgard x byleth #crimson flower #black eagles #fe16 #black eagle strike force #wip #dgix art

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aethele · 1 year

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yeah post-war ferdie absolutely names his academy the New Boramas Academy sorry

#between black eagle strike force / those who slither in the dark / new empire army #the adrestian trio should not be allowed to name things once they're in power #* ❂ ) the mark of nobility ! ― headcanon.

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moocar0n · 9 months

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Black eagle strike force 🖤🦅

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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With a Dagger to My Throat

Inspired by the post "we've heard about missionary position what about mercenary position."

word count: 2500

Yes, the last few lines are from the Labyrinth :3

Aemond x fem!reader | 18+| Against the wall smut| Enemies to...enemies with benefits ig

You knew that look.

It was the glint of a hungry predator eyeing its next meal.

The keen gaze of the raptor before it swoops upon the mouse.

You didn't like seeing it in Aemond's lilac gaze. Or perhaps you did. Your traitorous heart stuttered within your ribcage, your throat suddenly dry as the Targaryen prince took a singular slow step towards you.

"Say that again." His voice was soft velvet, belying the anger in his rigid stance.

Never one to back down from a fight, you raised your chin in defiance. "You go too far, prince Aemond." He took another step in your direction. You did not waver. "Taking the Riverlands in so forceful a manner is beneath your dignity."

"And what," Aemond was drawing very close now, you could see the moonlight glinting off his eyelashes, "would you know of dignity."

The black stone hall was empty save for the two of you, fiery sconces adorned the walls casting deep shadows to the many corners of the room. You tilted your head up as Aemond halted his steps right in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down into your face awaiting your reply.

You licked your dry lips, his eye followed the movement. "A great deal more than you, kinslayer."

With a hiss Aemond snatched your chin roughly with a movement to quick for you to parry. Your eyes widened momentarily as he brought his face down, you though for a wild moment he would kiss you. "You know nothing of what you speak. Drinking readily from the poisonous words dripping through the halls of Dragonstone." His eye was alight with a wildness you'd not seen before in your many encounters with the prince, however fraught with tension they'd been. "Tell me, little sparrow, what will you tell your traitorous masters of what you learned of my movements this time? How I succeeded in bending the Baratheons and the lands extending beyond the Reach to my family's rightful claim to the Iron Throne?"

"I will tell them you are a liar and a coward!" You knocked his hand aside, stepping back into a defensive stance as you withdrew your blade at your hip. "Nothing surprising in that." You sneered as Aemond's hand went to grip the pommel of his own weapon. "Raining fire from above while innocents perish below."

Aemond's silver blade reflected the moonlight as he slowly withdrew it and held the tip almost touching yours. "Such is the nature of war. You should ask those you serve what innocence they themselves have snuffed out needlessly."

You pushed aside the doubt his words sowed, letting forth a snarl from your mouth as you lunged for him.

Aemond easily parried your blow, stepping to the side as you overbalanced, barely managing to right yourself before falling. The sound of metal on metal rang through the bleak hall as you and Aemond exchanged strikes and blocks, each almost managing to land a hit.

"You started this unending nightmare!" You shouted at him, fury flushing your face as he blocked yet another swinging attack from your blade. "The events of Storm's End will haunt the world for centuries to come!"

You could see Aemond's cool facade slipping, that predatory gaze intensifying as his lips thinned into a hard line.

Not the gaze of a woodland predator stalking its prey or that of an eagle eyeing a rabbit from above, no. It was the way a dragon looked upon the world far below just before it opened its maw to engulf it in flame.

You were too slow, and too weak to resist what was to come.

Aemond rushed you suddenly, his black coat billowing behind him. The breath left your lungs as he locked his blade against yours, pushing you until your back hit the smooth wall with a crack. Your head hit as well, stunning you momentarily. In that moment he could have finished you, slit your throat, and you expected him to. Thus, it was with surprise you looked into his pale face now inches from your own.

Your noses brushed.

His breath tickled your parted lips.

"I am not the monster everyone believes me to be." Aemond's voice was a tense whisper, he held your arms still as you struggled to break away.

"You are." Your wrists were pressed against your heaving chest, the metal of your sword-hilt cutting into your skin. "You murdered your nephew. Brought his eye back on a platter of seaweed as a trophy."

Aemond's own eye closed momentarily, his nostrils flaring as his lips turned downward. When he opened his eye again it was filled with an emotion you'd not expected.

Anguish.

"I did not." He seemed to fight with himself a long while, so long your hands had began to numb when he spoke again. "I lost control."

Genuinely confused you almost forgot he was an enemy you were trying to kill. "You...what do you mean?"

"I lost control of my dragon." Aemond peered into your eyes before shaking his head, frustration written on his angular face. "Why am I telling you this? I should kill you now and be done with it. Live up to the lies they spread about me."

"Aemond-"

"No." Aemond cut you off, pressing his sword closer to your face.

A new emotion mixed with the hatred searing your chest as you tried to push back, his sword now far too close to your face for your liking. You felt doubt and perhaps a measure of pity. He had no reason to lie to you, and the emotions you'd seen play on his features seemed genuine.

With a last great effort you twisted your locked blades suddenly to the side, breaking free of his grip and swinging your elbow against the pressure point in his arm. His sword clattered to the ground and before Aemond could react you kicked it aside, sending it skittering along the uneven stone ground out of reach.

You almost had him, but before you could place the point of your blade to his throat Aemond ducked, grabbing your wrist and bending it painfully. Your own sword hit the ground and you were once again pinned against the wall, Aemond's weight bearing down upon your wriggling form.

"I am almost impressed." Aemond's hair was mussed, silver strands tickled your cheek as he leaned closer. "Who taught you to move like that?"

You didn't answer.

He chuckled. "What a shame it has to end like this." Aemond withdrew a dagger from his belt, pressing the cold edge against the skin of your throat. "I admire your tenacity, as well as your loyalty. Blind as it may be."

"Aemond." You hated yourself for the way your voice sounded so pleading, your eyes widening in mortal fear as the dagger bit into your flesh. "Don't do this."

He caught your gaze, his body freezing, even his breath seemed to stop in his lungs as he looked into your frightened face.

"Please." You pressed your palm flat against where his heart beat. "We've known each other since childhood."

Aemond's eye flickered over your features before locking once more with your gaze. "I don't want to, but you are my enemy and the enemy to my family."

His name left your lips again, softer this time, drawing his attention once more to your mouth.

It was no secret the feelings that lay between you. Hatred and love shared in equal measure. Disdain and lust warring with each other each time your paths and blades crossed. You had been friends once, long ago, within the protective innocence of childhood. He had not forgotten your kindness in the face of the crushing loneliness he'd suffered before and after his eye had been taken.

This time it was your name that fell from Aemond's lips just before they met yours. A surprised squeak left your mouth as he moved against you, your hands tangling in his hair as his free fingers gripped the back of your neck, bending you into him with his blade still against your throat.

In between the heartbeats of bliss you realized you would be unable to harm him. In fact, you wanted to shield him from harm, impossible as that might be.

You murmured Aemond's name against his lips as they melted against yours, he gripped the nape of your neck tighter in response, his mouth trailing a wet path down the side of your face to your throat just above where his dagger lay. Unheeding of the sharp metal you arched against his soft mouth as it caressed your skin, intermingling with his teeth as he sucked bruises with which to claim you.

"You are the traitor." He said it like a reproach, not angry, but resigned. His fingers deftly began to undo the clasps of your blouse, skimming his long fingers along the newly exposed skin as your shirt fell open. "Faithless in the face of death, you instead beg for your life."

You did not resist, heat pooling in your core as Aemond kept your chin aloft by the edge of his dagger. You could easily disarm him distracted as he was with the ties of your undergarment, but instead your hands busied themselves with undoing the clasps of his own garments.

"It seems to be working for me so far." You murmured, drawing back in momentary fear as Aemond brought the tip of his dagger to rest against your sternum. He smirked at you knowingly before cutting through your remaining clothing with one fluid motion.

"Hey!" Your protestations were swallowed as Aemond's silenced you with another rough kiss his tongue invading your mouth and tangling with your own. You let out an undignified moan, palming his evident erection with the hand you'd snuck inside his pants.

Aemond grabbed your wrist, withdrawing you from him, before flipping you around so that your cheek pressed against cold stone.

"Perhaps." Aemond's breath was hot against your ear, the sound of cloth hitting the ground as he freed the rest of your body from your clothing. "Or perhaps I have vanquished a valuable spy who now awaits proper punishment."

"Am I being punished for being on the wrong side of the war at the peril of my very life?" You tried to sound indignant but it came out too breathless as you felt Aemond's large hand caress and grip at the flesh of your hips before moving lower to coax your legs apart.

"No." His voice alone sent shockwaves ripping through your core. "This is penance for all the years wasted when you could have been warming my bed as my wife."

"Aemond." You were surely dripping now, his fingers caressing your folds and dipping into you with ease as he spread your slick to your clit. "I would take it all back and make that a reality if I could."

You gasped loudly as the dagger he still held ready slid dangerously against your throat, Aemond's body bending against yours as he bowed you downwards. You had to shuffle your feet a little to accommodate the new position, feeling his aroused member brushing your inner thigh.

"Lies." Aemond bit the soft skin where your neck meets your shoulder. "Sweet and beautiful but only uttered to save yourself."

You began to protest but your words choked into a strangled cry as Aemond pushed himself into your weeping quim, hilting himself in one rough movement. His silken hair tangled in your fingers as you reached around to drag his mouth closer to your face, craning your head to see his expression.

His lips were parted, brow furrowed and eye hooded as he began rutting into you. Your own face mirrored his, a droplet of drool gathering at the corner of your mouth at the feeling of Aemond's generous manhood filling and stretching you.

"How long I've waited to take you." Aemond groaned, closing his eye and tilting his head back, his grip on the dagger at your throat loosening as ecstasy overtook him.

You tugged him back to look at you, smiling softly when he yielded and laid his forehead against yours, his rough strokes easing into something more akin to the languid movements of lovemaking.

Feeling his gentle ministrations sent molten heat through you, your cunt clenching down around him, drawing a gentle gasp from his panting mouth.

"I want you to spill your seed inside me." You urged him, feeling your own release chasing you to a brilliant height. "Claim me and I will be yours."

Aemond pulled his face back just enough to see you properly, his deep distrust having given way to something almost tender as the dagger at your throat fell away at last. Somewhere amidst the moans and lewd sound of Aemond fucking you against the wall you heard it clatter against the stone floor.

His hand now free grasped your neck lightly, not enough to cut off airflow, but enough to coax you closer to your climax as he dragged your lips to meet his. His pace became punishing, his cock filling you completely, hitting that special spot inside until you were seeing stars.

Aemond swallowed your shuddering gasp as you came undone around him in a flood of wet heat. You felt his hot release fill you as he pumped into you several more times before halting fully sheathed and holding you possessively against his body, a hand splayed on your abdomen as you straightened up together. His other hand remained resting at your throat as Aemond kissed a path along your shoulder blades.

When he did remove himself from you, you could feel his seed dripping hot down the inside of your leg. Your knees shook as you turned to face Aemond, pulling him down for another kiss, more lazy than the previous, and filled with words you'd never gotten the chance to say to him.

Aemond withdrew slowly, his hands the last to leave your skin as his purple eye roved your body. "You belong to me now." He smirked as you picked up your ruined undergarments off the floor. "Whether you run back to Dragonstone or flee North of the Wall."

You shuffled your clothing back on as best you could while Aemond gracefully donned his own much quicker than you. "I will not flee."

"Then come back with me." Aemond extended a now gloved hand. "Just fear me, love me, let me rule you and I will protect you and make you my wife."

You stood like that for several long moments; Aemond with his arm extended to where you stood swaying with indecision.

Indecision melted away as you finally allowed yourself to give into what you truly desired.

Aemond.

His hand wrapped warmly around yours as you slipped your fingers against his palm.

And he smiled with genuine warmth.

"Good girl."

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thirteendaysintaunton · 2 years

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Black Eagle Strike Force

#fire emblem #feedit #fireemblemedit #vgedit #gamingedit #nintendoedit #dailyemblem #dailygaming #black eagle strike force #fe3h #id in alt text #me vs photoshop

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thebadgerclan · 1 year

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Coronation

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: The Coronation of His Most Royal Majesty, King Nikolai Lantsov...

A/N: I wanted to write something for Aleksander, but Nikolai’s had me in a chokehold lately, so here we are 😂

Also the reader can be either a Heartrender or a Healer, doesn’t really matter

“You look absolutely stunning, my love.” You stood before the mirror, adjusting the sapphire encrusted crown perched atop your head. Nikolai Lantsov, soon to be King of Ravka, was mooning over you, like he didn’t moon over you every other day, and you felt yourself blush. “You look quite dashing yourself,” you replied, turning to face him. Your husband wore fitted black trousers paired with a matching jacket, embroidered with the double eagle in striking gold.

Your own ensemble was equally as regal: a gown of midnight blue silk, the double-eagle embroidered in glittering golden thread on the billowing train. A pair of white silk gloves adorned your hands, your wedding and engagement rings atop them. “Have you been to see Alina?” you asked, and your husband nodded. “I have. I think she’s equally as nervous as I am.” The Sun Summoner would be standing alongside you and Nikolai, being given a position of honor in his court as Ravka’s savior. She would serve as a bridge between the Second Army and the Crown, hopefully to smooth over a rocky past.

“You will be just fine, my love,” you said, moving to stand before him, taking his hands. “This is what you’ve worked for your entire life, and I am so immeasurably proud of you.” Nikolai smiled, bending to kiss you. “Thank you, Y/N. I would be the loneliest King in the world were it not for you.” “Well, you’ll never be without me.” He kissed you again, lingering for several minutes, until the guards informed you it was time.

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Nikolai stood at the altar of the Royal Chapel, Alina to his left, you to his right. Sankt Grigori’s bearskin was draped over his shoulders, as was the ceremonial cloak; dark blue velvet bearing the double-eagle, and the King knelt, allowing the Apparat to place the crown atop his head. Your husband winced when the scepter fell on his right shoulder, the wound from the Darkling’s monsters not quite healed yet. But when he rose, scepter in one hand, orb in the other, the chapel burst into applause.

Pride swelled in your heart, seeing your husband crowned, to see your people’s love for him. But your joy was short-lived. A woman stumbled into the aisle, her eyes glassy, gaze fixed on Nikolai. At first, no one noticed her, too focused on the newly anointed King, but then, she spoke. “Strymakt Fjerdan!” she cried, raising her hands and making fists. At once, everyone in the chapel doubled over, hearts constricting, airways closing, lungs collapsing.

You clutched your chest, feeling as if your heart was trying to force itself from your body, watching as this woman, this monster, advanced down the aisle. She was focused on the King, yet the King was focused on you. He, like most everyone in the church, was clutching his chest, face contorted in pain, but as he fell to his knees, he was reaching out to you. “Y/N,” he groaned, and when you toppled to the ground, you reached for his hand.

How could this be how you died? You had survived the war, survived the Darkling, but this would be your death? At the hands of an assassin at your own coronation? If this was to be your end, at least you were with Nikolai. At least he would be the last thing you saw before you died. You retched, and blood burbled from between your lips. Nikolai, pain radiating to every inch of his body, somehow gathered enough strength to crawl to you, to throw himself into your embrace.

“Love…you…” he gasped, voice wheezing, face red. Whoever this assassin was, she was focusing her attack on Nikolai; the King clearly her target. But she also wasn’t afraid of collateral damage. Blood was trickling from his nose, his mouth, yet he smiled. He was in absolute agony, but you were here, and he supposed that was all that mattered in the end. Unseen to you or Nikolai, Alina was pushing to her feet.

She had saved Ravka, she had killed the Darkling, she had reunified her nation; she would not let it all fall so quickly. The Sun Summoner threw out her hand, calling every ounce of her strength and rage, and lashed out. But it was not sunlight that struck the assassin down, it was shadow. With the assassin dead, you were able to breathe freely, your heart resuming its normal rhythm, and, weak as you were, you managed to rise to your knees and get to your husband.

“Nikolai!” you cried, turning him onto his back. “Nikolai!” “Y/N,” he breathed, weak and aching, but alive. Alina was on her feet, staring at her hand, which was emitting wisps of shadow, and those at the front of the chapel were slowly rising. “Y/N, I-” “Don’t,” you said, folding your hands and beginning to heal him. “Just be quiet. I’ve got you.” It was instinct to heal him, impulse. He was your King, but he was your husband, and you would not let him die.

Several of his arteries had ruptured, his left lung had collapsed, and his intestine had perforated. But you had ample combat and field training to heal his injuries with little issue. Nikolai would need to be looked over by a more experienced Healer, but you knew he was no longer at risk of bleeding out. You pushed yourself to sit, and Nikolai flopped into your lap, his head resting on your shoulder.

“It’s ok,” he whispered. “I’m ok.” You nodded, holding back tears, and kissed his brow. Guards had flooded the chapel, along with Grisha and otkazat’sya Healers to tend to the wounded. But Alina was staring blankly at the corpse of the assassin, her shoulders separate from her head. Inky tendrils emanated from the wounds, a few wisps still hovering in the air around the Sun Summoner’s hand. You’d seen the Darkling’s power enough times to know what that meant…

“Alina,” you called, voice trembling and weak. “What… how did you…? That wasn’t your Cut.” The last part wasn’t a question, but a statement, and she nodded. “How?” Alina could feign innocence, pretend to be frightened of the power that now resided within her, but she couldn’t fight the smirk crawling onto her face. It felt good, and she knew exactly how it had come to pass. “Merzost always has a price,” she said, and through the lingering haze of pain, for the first time, you feared for the Sun Summoner.

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The King was weak, but he was alive. 25 people had died at the coronation, but your friends had not been among them. Nikolai had been checked over by an experienced team of Healers before being released, prescribed bed rest for a week to be on the safe side. He sat in bed, propped up on several pillows, his War Council gathered around him. “They call it jurda parem,” Councilwoman Alexi said. “A variant of normal jurda. It amplifies a Grisha’s power a thousand times. Highly addictive and lethal. What we saw, what we experienced, was what a Heartrender can do on the drug.”

You looked at your hands, horrified at the thought of causing such death and destruction. Your husband noticed and took them in his, kissing the backs of your hands. “What do we know about it?” “Very little at this time. Apparently the scientist who created it was Shu, set to seek asylum in Kerch. But the Fjerdans intercepted him and are now setting him for trial.” Nikolai nodded, though he wasn’t retaining anything. He’d nearly died, he’d nearly watched you die, and though he was healed, he still wasn’t quite right.

“Is this an immediate threat to Ravka?” you asked, sensing Nikolai’s fatigue, and Councilwoman Alexi shook her head. “No, moya tsaritsa. This appears to be an isolated incident, possibly in retaliation for staging the coronation on Hringkälla.” You nodded, rising from your perch at Nikolai’s side. “Then I must insist we reconvene at a later time. The King is exhausted and needs to rest.” The Council apologized and fled, leaving you and your husband in peace.

You shrugged your dressing gown off and climbed into bed, Nikolai eagerly snuggling into your embrace. You held him tightly; both of you having come far too close to death for either of your liking. “I love you,” you said, smoothing his beautiful blond hair down and kissing his head, his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and finally, his lips. “I love you too, Y/N. Saints, will this country ever give us a moment’s peace?”

That was your Nikolai: somehow making you laugh after the hellish day you’d had. “I don’t think so,” you replied, cupping his cheek tenderly. “But luckily, she has a King who can lead her through anything.” Your husband hummed, coaxing your head closer to kiss you. “And a Queen to hold her King when he’s weak.” “Of course, my love.” This new drug posed an unimaginable danger to your people, but Nikolai would fight with everything in him to protect him; and you would be right by his side through it all.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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