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beskarandblasters · 6 months

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Me and My Husband

Chapter One: Lonesome Love

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author's note: The first chapter is here. It matters to me.

Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: Din marries a fellow member of The Children of the Watch hastily due to peer pressure and wanting to commit himself fully to the tribe. He takes a bounty from Karga on Nevarro to support his family that leads him to Naboo’s capital city, Theed, and ultimately... you

Word count: 4k

Chapter warnings: a Mandalorian wedding, a face reveal, Din is a bad flirt lmao, masturbation, feelings of doubt/guilt, use of Mandalorian words/phrases (translations included after)

Din

“Din Djarin, repeat after me: Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. (We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors),” the Armorer says.

Kriff, why did he agree to this? He could take out a thousand men; an entire Imperial fleet if he had to. But this, the riduurok (marriage), has him weak in the knees (and not in the good way), at a loss for words, and more anxious than he’s ever been.

“Din Djarin?” the Armorer repeats, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” he says, finishing with a shaky breath.

Thank the Maker neither the Armorer or May can see his face right now because if they could, they would see the face of a man who’s never been more scared in his life, coated with a thick layer of sweat.

“May Malric, repeat after me: Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” the Armorer continues.

Without missing a beat, May repeats the vows, her visor shifting from the Armorer to Din, locked on his. Standing before him is his new riduur, in her forest green armor with lime green accents, her gloved hands joined with his. He gulps – no turning back now.

“Now you two are joined as one, in an unbroken bond just as your ancestors before you. By entering a riduurok you pledge your eternal commitment to not only each other, but Mandalore as well. Let the celebration begin! This is the way.”

“This is the way,” May affirms.

“This is the way,” Din responds. It better be the way, because he just committed himself to this woman for the rest of his life.

This day can’t go by any slower. How is he supposed to celebrate this? Marriage was the last thing he wanted. But ever since they reclaimed Mandalore, other members of the clan have been getting married left and right; finally feeling like they have a permanent place to live, it only felt right. And so that’s what Din did. He chose May, a fellow member of the Children of the Watch to be his riduur. He figured he liked her well enough; respected her well enough so she would be a fine riduur. Or so he hopes.

The Armorer leads the way back to the rest of the Mandalorians, a bountiful celebration ready to take place. All this attention on himself makes Din uncomfortable. But this is what he chose and now he has to deal with the consequences no matter how unbearable or overwhelming it may be.

It’s a lot, just a never-ending string of people wishing him well it seems. He does his best to be polite; these are people he’s known his whole life basically or new members of the recently intertwined community. But eventually it proves to be too much and he needs to excuse himself. He scans the room for Grogu, just to make sure he’s okay. And he is. Of course he is; playing with some of the tribe’s younglings. He is another reason Din did this, getting married and all. Din thought it was important for Grogu to have a “real” family. It’s a multifaceted issue. Between the peer pressure, the pressure he put on himself to be a devoted member of the tribe, and the pressure he put on himself to be the best father he can be to Grogu, he made this decision… This lifelong, unbreakable decision

…Maybe he should’ve given this a second thought. Because now he’s bonded to May for life. No getting divorced, no getting remarried… Unless he wants to become an apostate again – and he knows that feeling all too well, a feeling he’d never like to revisit.

He heads back to his new house; a simple utilitarian home made of stone, stone being one of the few resources here on Mandalore. It’s not like his home on Nevarro, complete with all the furnishings and a pond for Grogu in the front. The home on Nevarro also happens to be… a secret. Not on purpose. He just never told May about it. And now he thinks he’ll keep it that way. Not even because he wants to bring a flurry of women there, but because it’ll be nice to have a place of his own that only he knows about.

He senses a presence behind him. Turning around slowly he sees May, the visor of her helmet glued to her gloved hands, fiddling nervously.

“Got to be too much for you, too?” she asks softly.

“Just overwhelming… That’s all,” he says stiffly.

“Do you think…” she starts, taking a step closer to him.

“Do you think it’s time?” she finishes.

“...Time for what?”

“Time for… you know,” she says, visor still fixed on her hands.

“Oh,” he spits out, realizing what she’s insinuating.

Now that they’re riduurs they can show each other, and only each other, their faces.

“Now?” he asks.

“There’s no one else around. And we’re in our home…” she says, a smile evident in her voice, a smile Din would soon get to see.

Seeing your riduur’s face for the first time is arguably the best part of a Mandalorian wedding, most would agree. Except for the fact that Din is scared beyond words. He’s staring down the barrel of the rest of his life, the face he’ll wake up to everyday, the face of the mother of his future children.

“Okay,” he says, taking a deep breath.

At the same time they both reach for their helmets, lifting them up from the bottom and hearing the hiss of the modulator. Din’s worried about what she’ll think of him, sure. But he’s also worried about what she’ll look like, if she’ll be attractive. He feels bad thinking that way but he’s a man, he has needs. He supposes it’s not an unreasonable request to have the woman he’s going to be married to for the rest of his life be physically attractive to him.

He holds his helmet against his side, closing his eyes until she’s ready.

“Din?” she asks softly.

“Hmm?”

“Are you ready?”

“...Yes.”

He opens his eyes to see May, standing in front of him. And to put it plainly, she’s just… fine. Not inherently ugly, not overly beautiful, just… fine. It could’ve been a lot worse. He was also hoping he would feel the spark when he saw her but he just doesn’t. Maybe it’ll happen over time but he also hoped he’d feel the spark for his own riduur on his wedding day.

Can this day go by any slower?

It’s been about fifteen rotations since the wedding. They’re in the “honeymoon stage” (if you could even call it that). Grogu seems to like May well enough which is good. Her and Din have found a happy medium of… tolerating each other. But he’s itching for some freedom, some time away from her as horrible as that sounds.

They’re standing outside their house, watching Grogu waddle around outside and get more accustomed to his new home planet when Din turns to her and says, “You know I’m still a member of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild on Nevarro.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking I could go get a job or two… you know… to support us.”

“Okay.” she says, not questioning the idea.

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s for us.”

“Right.”

“When will you leave?”

“This afternoon. Once I leave the atmosphere I’ll send a transmission to Karga.”

“Okay. Do you need any help preparing for the journey?”

“Not necessary,” he says curtly, scooping Grogu up into his arms.

“But take care of him when I’m gone?” he asks, passing him off to her.

“Of course. He’s our son now. Why wouldn’t I?”

The term makes him sick, “our son”. But he says nothing, offering a nod before walking to the Razor Crest to make sure it’s ready for the journey.

He takes off in the early afternoon, feeling a bit of relief he’ll be on his own for at least a little while. He bids May and Grogu farewell before getting in the Crest and taking off. He knows Grogu is safe here with the other Mandalorians. They’d all lay down their lives to protect him.

And now he’s alone in his ship, feeling like he’s in the days before he got married; before he even had Grogu. He sends Karga a transmission letting him know he’s on the way to collect a job before setting his course to Nevarro.

Din enjoys solitude during the few rotations that it takes to get to Nevarro, taking the time to reclaim a space of his own again and have a chance to feel “free”. Deep down he knows it’s only a fleeting moment but once that he’ll savor until he’s forced to return home.

Once he arrives at Nevarro he rests at his house for the night. The house is still bare bones essentially, not many furnishings inside. He’s been too busy on Mandalore with the others to make the journey here to complete his new home. But now that he’s going to be coming here more frequently, perhaps it’s time to make this house a home away from home… his home away from home, no one else’s.

In the morning he heads to Karga’s, feeling a little excited that he’ll be exploring the galaxy once again. If there’s something Din learned over the past few months being anchored down on Mandalore, it’s that he doesn’t like to be anchored down in one place too long. It’s one thing to have a home base, sure. But Din’s old life led him to explore all corners of the galaxy and he’s missed that lately.

“Well look who it is!” Karga says as Din walks in, his booming voice spreading across the room.

“Long time, no see,” he continues, “Where have you been? Thought I’d never see you use that place on the outskirts of town.”

“I’ve been on Mandalore.”

“I see. Where’s the little critter?”

“He stayed back… with my riduur.”

“Your what?”

Kriff, why did he say that? Din isn’t one for interpersonal relationships. Maybe it’s because he’s dying to let his frustrations out; dying to tell someone how he feels. But he fears Karga, or anyone else for that matter, wouldn’t get it; wouldn’t understand where he’s coming from. So he decides to explain to Karga what a riduur is and say nothing more.

“My… wife,” Din says.

“Wow, congratulations! Didn’t peg you as the marriage type. But it’s nice that your little green fellow has a mother now.”

“He’s very happy,” Din says through gritted teeth.

“Well, enough of the pleasantries. Let me get you your tracking fob,” Karga says, reaching into his pocket.

“Here,” he says, handing the fob off to Din, “Tannon Rene, just your typical low life. Owes a wealthy family here a large sum of credits but ran off once he realized he couldn’t pay them back. Rumor is he’s hiding at an inn on Naboo, in the capital city.”

“Got it. Shouldn't be too long,” Din says, turning and leaving.

“See you when you return!” Karga calls out.

Din offers a small wave over his shoulder and sets off towards the Crest. Walking through the streets of Nevarro has him feeling nostalgic for the life he used to live, back when it was just him and Grogu, taking bounties as they come. At least this way he can feel a small sliver of this old life with also a new place to call home.

It’s still relatively early in the morning, and it takes a little over a full rotation to get to Naboo. He should be there mid morning on the next cycle there, ready to hit the ground running on this bounty.

Naboo is just coming into Din’s sight. He’s never been here before but from what he can tell it’s a beautiful planet, very green and full of nature. He lands his ship on the outskirts of Theed, parking it in a grassy field.

He heads into the city, grass turning into sandy colored stones under his feet. Soon enough he’s met with ornate architecture, the buildings decorative and intricate. He feels out of place here. He is out of place here. He’s met with stares as he walks through the streets, but that’s typical for him. Some people aren’t accustomed to seeing a Mandalorian in their day to day life, much less one with the flashiest silver beskar you’ve ever seen. As he gets closer to the city center, the buildings start to be adorned with pastel green domed roofs – he’s getting closer to the palace. He walks past a cantina and does a double take.

This would be a good place to gain intel, he thinks to himself.

He goes inside and cantina was the wrong word to describe this place. It’s too… fancy. It’s more like a lounge, an upscale one at that, a far cry from the ones he’s used to on Nevarro and Tatooine. He’s met with more stares as he walks through the lounge, taking a seat at the bar in the center of the room. The bartender, a tall human male, goes to ask him for his order but Din puts his hand up and says, “No need. I’m looking for an inn.”

“There’s several. Are you looking to stay close to the city center or on the outskirts?”

“What’s cheaper?”

“The outskirts. I assume you’re going after a bounty.”

“Maybe.”

“Well I may have some information,” the bartender says.

“Oh?”

“The Star-Lux. Pretty nice for a budget inn. If you’re standing facing the palace, make a left, and keep going down. It’ll be the last inn on the outskirts of the city. The girl at the front desk is real pretty; a sweetheart. You think your bounty’s there? Talk her up and I’m sure she’ll tell you what you need to know.”

“Thanks,” he says, rising from the bar stool.

The bartender offers a small nod of his head and Din walks away, feeling all the sets of eyes on him as he exits. He follows the directions he was given, heading to the palace before making a left. He thinks about what the bartender said about talking up the girl at the counter… Din is not good at that; not good at flirting… at all.

He eventually reaches the Star-Lux at the edge of the city, a building that matches the surrounding architecture with a modest sign written in Aurebesh. The tracking fob in his pocket is going crazy, beeping and vibrating strongly upon arriving at the Star-Lux. He heads inside and immediately spots the front desk situated in the back of the room. And that’s when he sees you for the first time. The bartender was right- you’re pretty, gorgeous even. He feels guilty for thinking that knowing he has a riduur back home but he can’t help it. You’re easy on the eyes and his legs feel like jelly as he walks closer to you. He’s cheated death numerous times and faced off with some of the biggest threats of the galaxy but just walking towards you, a pretty girl, has him weak in the knees.

You look up from your data pad and raise an eyebrow at him. He doesn’t blame you. A Mandalorian sauntering over to your front desk is a strange sight. The visor of his helmet trails up and down your form, what he can see from behind the desk anyway. He takes note of your name on the name tag you're wearing pinned to your dress; a dress in a color that suits your eyes with a low cut neckline... exposing your collarbone and your cleavage. He feels his cock twitch in his flight suit.

“How can I help you?” you ask. Five words. Five words is all it takes for his attraction to you to grow deeper.

“I’m… looking for someone.”

“…Okay?”

“I’m looking for Tannon Rene. He’s here.” he says, holding out the tracking fob and holding it out in his palm.

“I’m not allowed to just hand out information about a guest,” you say, folding your arms.

Kriff when you do that your breasts are pushed together, defining your cleavage even more. He rests his elbow on the desk, leaning forward towards you. It’s time to pull out the flirting.

“You… come here often?”

“…I work here,” you laugh.

Oh Maker, he’s so stupid. He’s not good at this. He’s not one to flirt. He’s not one to go after women… they normally come after him, as bad as that sounds.

“Right,” he says, letting out a nervous laugh.

“...Like I said, can’t give out any information about a guest.”

“You know… you’d look good with a helmet on,” he tries next.

“Excuse me?!” you say, face contorting into anger.

“I’m sorry- I meant- I’m-I’m a Mandalorian. It’s just part of our culture, it wasn’t an insult,” he says, the words coming out in an endless stream.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “It’s okay,” you say, looking at him again.

It’s almost like you can sense how hard he’s trying (and also failing), almost like you’re feeling bad for him.

You let out a sigh. “Fine. He might be in room 122. But you didn’t hear that from me. Got it?” you say sternly, pointing a finger at him.

Din can’t believe his luck. It worked. His poor excuse for flirting actually worked.

“Th-Thank you,” he manages to spit out.

You gesture down the hallway and he follows your direction, nodding at you as he walks. He stops at a door labeled 122 and decides to knock, pretending he’s inn personnel.

Knock knock. “Mr. Rene? We have a question about your stay.”

He hears a voice cough behind the door. “Just a minute.”

Din takes a moment to get his blaster drawn and places another hand on the handcuffs attached to his belt. There’s some shuffling behind the door and finally, it opens. Karga was right… This guy is a low life.

“What the-” he starts but Din points the blaster against his chest.

He raises his arms and starts rambling. “Please, I mean no trouble. Is this about credits? I got credits. Hang on-”

Din sighs and pulls out the tracking fob, holding it out in front of him.

“Kriff,” he sighs, “Do what you gotta do I guess.”

Poor guy probably realized has no match in a fight against Din. This outcome is safer but… sort of boring. He lets Din cuff without so much as a scuffle before dragging him down the hallway and back into the lobby.

“Thanks again,” he says, turning his helmet to look at you. His visor trails down to your cleavage involuntarily and you pick up on it, giggling and offering a small wave.

“Anytime, Mando.”

His cock twitches in his flight suit again. But it doesn’t last long because Tannon is already complaining about how tight his cuffs are. He walks out of the inn, fighting the urge to turn and get one last look at you before dragging Tannon back to the Crest.

The journey back to the Guild is uneventful. Din ended up carbon freezing Tannon because he wouldn’t shut up, asking Din all sorts of questions about his ship and Mandalorians that Din just did not have the patience for.

He lands back on Nevarro and Karga’s guys unload Tannon from the Crest while he collects his credits.

“So you’ve still got it, huh?” Karga teases, counting out Din’s credits.

“Still got it,” Din affirms.

“Taking another?”

“No. I have to return to Mandalore soon.”

“Gotta get back to the wife, the old ball and chain, huh?” Karga chuckles.

“Something like that,” Din says, taking the credits from Karga and offering a tip of his helmet before leaving.

Din could go home right now… But he could also go back to the house he has here and crash for a few hours before leaving. He gives into his temptations and heads to the house on the outskirts of town, thinking he’ll get some much needed rest. However… he can’t stop thinking about you; thinking about your cleavage and your voice and the way you pointed your finger at him. Maker, why did that do it for him?

As soon as he gets to the house he heads for the bedroom, sitting on the bed and taking his cock out. It’s been a long time since he’s had any action to say the least. He hasn’t done anything with May yet. He really doesn’t have the urge to… but he knows he can’t hold her off forever. She’ll want to raise warriors with him.

He puts May out of his mind for right now and goes back to thinking about you, stroking his cock to the memory of his brief interaction with you. It doesn’t take long for his imagination to take control, imagining what you would look like underneath him, crying on his cock, whimpering his name.

Kriff, Din. Really? he thinks to himself.

The shame doesn’t last long, though. Because before he knows it his cum is spilling over his fist. He already came, and it was a hard orgasm, too. Except he now feels… guilty; guilty because he just stroked his cock to the thought of another woman when his riduur is waiting at home for him with his son. Maker, he feels terrible. But a small voice in the back of his mind is telling him to go see you again. He considers it briefly but ultimately that will have to wait. He goes to bed and of course, he’s dreaming of you.

It’s morning again. Time to go back to Mandalore, something he’s already dreading. He’s had his taste of freedom but it’s time to go back to reality now. He leaves his house and heads into the town center, stopping to get one last look at it before leaving and wondering when he’ll return. He stops at the market and grabs some supplies; some rations, blankets, pottery, and some scrap metal, before going back to the Crest. He takes off with a sigh, already feeling like the journey home will be long and dreadful.

He was correct, the journey back to Mandalore dragged on, feeling like it was twice as long as the journey to Nevarro a few rotations prior. He breaches the atmosphere and lands not too far from his house. As he unloads the ship May walks over with Grogu in her arms. He greets Din with an excited babble.

“How was it?” May asks.

“Not bad. Got us some supplies.”

“Thank you, Din,” she says kindly, “Where did you have to go?”

“Ferrix.”

He lies. It came out naturally. He doesn’t even understand why he’s lying to her. Sure, he feels guilty for masturbating while thinking of you but technically nothing incriminating happened.

“Hopefully the bounty didn’t give you too much trouble.”

“He didn’t. Surrendered quickly.”

“That’s good… I’m just about to make dinner if you want any,” she offers, walking back to the house alongside him.

“That’s okay. I’m pretty tired from the journey.”

“Of course,” she says softly, “I’ll keep some left over for you.”

“Thanks,” he says curtly, heading inside and going straight to the bedroom.

He collapses on the bed and already starts to feel sleepy. Once again, consumed with thoughts of you.

Chapter Two

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The 3 Musketeers

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: This is my first 3 way smut I've ever written. This is also my first time writing Lo'ak. I hope it came out good. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Navi!Reader x Lo'ak

Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), praise kink, soft dom reader, switch neteyam, creampie, threesome

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and the Sully boys have always been thick as thieves. Recently, your bond has evolved into something more.

You always had a close relationship with the Sully brothers. You and Neteyam were the same age so you grew up attached at the hip. Officially speaking, you were one day older. And naturally, Lo’ak followed the two of you everywhere because he thought you were both so cool. The three of you were like the “3 musketeers” as Jake would say. You didn’t really get the reference since it was an Earth thing, but you liked the sound of it. It meant that the 3 of you were inseparable and had something special. But no one knew just how special your bond had become recently.

It started off innocently enough. You were teasing the boys the way you typically would until a play fight for dominance turned into…something more. You and Neteyam had always had this strong, unspoken tension between you and, you would never admit this, but you had secretly always felt a strong attraction to him and his strong warrior persona. So it was a pleasant surprise when your play fight turned into a full blown make out session, complete with feeling each other up on the forest floor. The real surprise was when you noticed the bulge in Lo’ak’s loincloth. Him being so turned on by watching you get felt up was unexpected, but you found yourself enjoying being watched, which was even more unexpected. Before you knew it, you found yourself being shared between the two of them taking turns having their way with you.

The flashback is enough to distract you while sitting on the floor of your marui, sharpening your spears. You suddenly hear the flap of your home flip open and it’s Neteyam holding an array of food and snacks for you. “Hey, missed you at the celebration tonight. Figured I’d come bring you some snacks.” He said holding out the leaf with the food for you to take. You place it on the nearby table, “Aw, that was sweet. You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I figured I didn’t want you to miss out.” He explains rocking back and forth on his feet and his tail flicking back and forth which usually meant that he was up to something. “What’s up ‘Teyam? I know you too well. Plus, your tail betrays you.” You start to walk towards him with a sly smirk on your face. He averts his gaze from you, looking literally anywhere else. You can notice a slight blush rising to his face and the tips of his ears. ‘He’s so cute’, you think to yourself. Then, it his you. “You came because you just wanted to see me! Cuz you liiiiike me”, you tease poking him in the cheek. His blush deepens and he tries to maintain a ‘stern’ eye contact with you to tell you to quit it, but he can’t prevent his wandering eyes from trailing up and down your body.

“So what if I did?” Neteyam states, standing up a little straighter and puffing out his chest trying to assert confidence and dominance. You raise an eyebrow at him, “Well, somebody’s feeling bold today. That’s perfect...it’ll make it that much more fun to watch you beg.” You whisper the last part next to his ear and he clears his throat trying to not appear flustered.

You drag your fingertips down his arms and grab his wrist to lead him all the way into your marui. You walk him over towards your table and stand in front of him. You grab his chin to make sure he keeps his eyes on you, “You know you never need to find an excuse to see me. We can play together whenever you want, ‘Teyam”. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off by softly kissing his lips, still holding his chin. He relaxes into the kiss and you feel his calloused fingertips tracing your waist, wanting to pull you in closer. His touch sets your skin ablaze and your vision becomes hazed with hormones. You break the kiss and Neteyam’s eyes follow your lips desiring more connection.

You hop upon the table behind you and decide to have some real fun with him. “Kneel.” One simple command and he eagerly obliged. “Good boy”. You extended your long and slender leg towards him. He holds your leg, looking up at you the whole time. “You know what I like, so get to it if you want your reward”, you tell him in a stern tone. Without any further instruction, Neteyam begins placing feather-light kisses up the length of your leg. Each peck sent shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy. The throbbing was intense, as if you had a second heartbeat in your body and you had just hiked the entire height of the Hallelujah mountains. When he reaches your inner thigh, he begins to place little kitten licks here and there making you bite your lip.

He comes face to face with your loincloth and his pupils dilate wanting to devour you whole. He moves his fingers to slide your loincloth to the side and you swat his hand away. “Naughty boy, you know the rules. You have to ask me nicely”, tease dripping through your words. He smirks up at you liking the way you always wanted to be in charge. He continues peppering kisses up and down the length of your leg, pleading between each kiss. “Please *kiss*, please yawne *kiss*, I want *kiss* to taste you *kiss*”. You loved the view of watching the mighty warrior Neteyam on his knees in front of you begging to bury his face between your thighs. The sight alone was enough to make you feel euphoric. Definitely something you would be storing in your mental vault for late nights when you were alone and in need of release.

His eyes find yours again and you nod giving him permission. His ears perk up momentarily giving away his excitement. You can feel yourself practically dripping out of the fabric of your loincloth by the time you let him touch you. He slides the fabric to the side and exposes your glistening lips and dripping hole. His pupils fully blow wide open at the sight and he swallows back spit trying to keep from drooling down his chin. The sensation of his tongue finally making contact with your swollen clit makes you jolt with pleasure. He continues to lick and kiss and suck all of your juices as if it’s his last meal. Your head falls back in ecstasy, “mmh…fuck ‘Teyam” you moan. “You’re such a greedy boy…mm!” you tangle your fingers in his braids gripping them as it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality at the moment.

Suddenly, you hear the faint sounds of footsteps approaching. Your first instinct was going to be to pry yourself from Neteyam’s mouth and frame yourself as casually as possible, until you see Lo’ak appear in your entryway. Your eyes meet and he freezes. “Hey Lo’ak”, you manage to breath out between moans. Neteyam is unphased by his brother’s sudden interruption and continues feasting on you. Lo’ak temporarily snaps out of it long enough to close the flap of your marui behind him as he steps in.

You use one finger to gesture ‘come here’ to him. You can notice him already stiffening in his loincloth. He walks around to your side and you hook your finger under his necklace to pull his face to yours. You crash your lips onto his and he hungrily kisses you back. You grab his hand to guide it to one of your breasts. His hands were so big, he could essentially cover your entire breast with it. His fingers roughly grope your skin and he rolls your nipple between 2 of his fingers. Between all the stimulation on your body, you could feel a knot tensing in your core, threatening to snap at any second. You moan against Lo’ak’s kiss and pull away, “Fuck ‘Teyam….mmh I-I’m gonna….” You struggle to get your words out. Lo’ak pulled your face back to his in another kiss.

Neteyam continued his assault on your most sensitive bit and sucked on your clit completely driving you over the edge. The knot deep within you snaps and you close your legs around Neteyam’s head still gripping his hair in your hand. Lo’ak pulls away from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure and then bliss out after riding out your high. You can notice out of the corner of your vision that he’s stroking himself through his cloth with his free hand. You want to swat his hand away and make him ask you permission, but he swats your hand away instead and trails kisses up and down your neck, nipping at the spot just below your earlobe. Lo’ak always was a lot more difficult to tame than Neteyam, but you liked that quality in him. Neteyam finally releases your clit and your legs fall limp on the table. You use your grip on his hair to pull his head back to see his chin shining in the light. It drips down his neck and you feel the fire inside of you reignite at the sight of him covered in your juices.

“Oh, you’re such a pretty boy, Neteyam.”

You finally find the strength to stand and walk around to the other side of the table. Both of the brothers’ eyes are watching you intently waiting to see what you’re up to. You untie the top that just barely covers your chest and step out of your loincloth leaving yourself completely exposed. You lie down on your stomach across the table and hold your head up in your hands looking between them. “Well, don’t keep me waiting. Off with them.”, You order. Neteyam and Lo’ak look at each other and quickly give a nod of agreement before removing their own cloths. They were both indescribably hard and oozing precum out of their tips. Neteyam had a good inch or two on his brother, but Lo’ak was definitely thicker. Your eyes go wide with excitement and your tail is swaying like crazy behind you. You can’t decide who you want to be inside of you first.

You tell both of them “come here” and they approach your face. You grab Neteyam in your hand and let a long trail of spit flow from your mouth to his tip and use it as lubrication to start stroking him. The feeling sets a fire in his chest and his ears fall flat against his head. Meanwhile, you open up wide for Lo’ak to enter your mouth. His size is massive, but your determination was greater. His slides in slowly, wanting to feel your tongue across every passing inch until his was all the way in and touching your throat. He sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head back enjoying every second of you. You bob your head up and down on his length while making sure to continue to stroke Neteyam at the same pace. Grunts and moans fill the silence in your marui and you thank Eywa that everyone is at the celebration tonight, because otherwise they would definitely hear you.

You pop off Lo’ak and leave a long string of saliva connecting your lips and his tip. You can see the longing in his face from the loss of friction he so desperately craved. You gesture for him to go behind you and his ears perked up immediately. Eyes full of lust and hunger. He practically runs around to the back of you and now you take Neteyam into your mouth. He always tasted so sweet and it drove you mad. Lo’ak takes a second to admire your still dripping pussy, “shiiit…”, and he knows he can’t contain himself anymore. He lines the head up with your opening and slams into you in one swift motion making you jump and yelp at the sudden intrusion. He’s always so eager. He can’t even wait for you to adjust to him inside of you, he needs this friction now.

He starts pumping into you at a fast, but steady pace. The tinge of pain you felt in the beginning is completely gone and replaced with a greedy desire for him to fill you up. The lust filled haze causes you to suck on Neteyam even harder. At this point, now he’s bucking his hips forward into your face. Each thrust from Lo’ak pushes you further down onto Neteyam and vice versa. Neteyam’s length in your throat leaves you no space to breathe and you gag at the constant poking, but he doesn’t let up. You look up at him eyes full of tears and drool falling from your lips. You look a sloppy mess, but he loves it. He absolutely relishes in the sight of you being a mess on his dick.

“Oh, you’re such a pretty girl, yawne”, he moaned imitating your comment to him just moments ago. “You look so pretty swallowing my dick”.

Lo’ak chimes in from behind, “fuck, I know I’ll never get tired of this pussy. Mmh! It’s gripping me just right..”. It’s all you can do just to manage a weak ‘mhm’ from around Neteyam’s shaft. The vibration makes him twitch in your throat. His eyes squeeze shut and he grabs your head for even more leverage to push inside you. At the same time, Lo’ak is digging his fingers into your hips to push as deep as physically possible into you from behind. You can feel your whole body on fire from the overstimulation. Lo’ak is the first to speak up, “Shit, I’m gonna..” and Neteyam says “Me too, bro”. You can feel your own high approaching and it makes you feel like your body is coming undone.

You don’t know what possessed you in the moment, but you lock your ankles together around Lo’ak and intertwine your fingers around Neteyam so that neither boy can pull out of you. You want every single drop that they have in them. You feel Neteyam release first. He ruts himself all the way into your mouth until your nose is touching his pelvis. His thick seed shoots straight down your throat and you happily swallow all of it. Then, you feel Lo’ak with two hard, sloppy thrusts pump everything inside of you that he has. The heat is enough to drive you to your own finish. Your body convulses between the two of them and their hips stutter in their pumps riding out their own highs.

Once you all come down, both brothers pull out of you. You can feel Lo’ak’s seed dripping out of your hole and down your leg. You fall limp across the table with your chest heaving up and down trying to catch a decent breath. The boys walk around to the front of you and stroke your face lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you slowly regain your senses. And just when you think you have regained some strength in your body Lo’ak turns to Neteyam and simply asks, “so….switch?” and a mischievous grin slides across both of their faces before turning back to you. You already know this is going to be a loooong night. But there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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frankcastleonlyfans · 1 year

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𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

summary: alyssa argues with y/n. daemon argues with alyssa. it seems we are all fighting here. based on this ask by @green-lxght <3

warnings: really angst, family fight, a lot of sexism bc this is a medieval set, alyssa is a brat (because daemon is a brat), y/n is a good mom she doesn't deserve this, alyssa is 14 in this one.

author's note: my darling @chaosfae-writes gave me the idea that y/n should pull off an alicent and says something like "you are no daughter of mine", but i did the opposite 🥴 hope this still hurts lmao. this is divided in 3 parts otherwise it would be huge, i'm so sorry .

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You and Alyssa had a complicated relationship. You don't talk to each other to have a proper conversation like a parent and a child should always do.

You blamed yourself. Alyssa was a young lady now, she had her own thoughts and judgments, and had passed the age of bonding with her parents.

Daemon was the lucky one. An inseparable bond they shared, while you only had your boys.

You promised not to get it wrong with Viserra, and that she would see you in the same way Alyssa sees your husband.

Even though you thought it was too late to repair the damage, you would still invite Alyssa to evenings of tea and embroidery with you. It became your thing since your last pregnancy.

And she hated it. The princess was terrible with the needle, and you always seemed to be amused with the amount of times she could poke her finger with it.

And you couldn't deny that you did find funny how someone could be so clueless with a needle that big.

"You're doing it wrong, darling." You chuckled as she huffled, setting her disastrous embroidery on the table.

She looked at you, furious. How dare you be having fun at her failure!?

"I have always been doing it wrong! I can't do it at all! I shouldn't be sitting here, embroidering and drinking tea, like a little wife who has nothing better to do! My place is in the field, training, fighting, with a sword in my hand!"

You frowned, nervously chuckling this time. What has gotten into her?

"You are not sitting here like a little wife. You are sitting here like a lady, because that's what you are. That's what you were raised to be."

"I am blood of the Queen conqueror, Visenya Targaryen. I am a dragonrider, a warrior! I am a dragon, and I will not be told what to do anymore! Father supports me, and I will make uncle Viserys give me a place at the Kingsguard."

You couldn't believe your own ears. The audacity your daughter had was completely blindsided by the fact that your husband supported that idea, and had never mentioned it to you.

To be part of the Kingsguard. To be a knight, to never marry, to have no family. Your only duty is to have honor, and fight for your King. You have desired for that once, before Daemon, before all of this. You would not see your daughter follow that path.

"Face it, Alyssa, you're a woman! A girl, actually. You are a lady, you have duties to the family, to have heirs!"

"You are being hypocritical. You were a swordswoman once, before marriage. I rather serve as a Knight, and ride to battle in glory!"

"You’re right. I married, I had children, I had you. The child bed is our battlefield. I don't care what kind of silly dreams you have, nor that Daemon has been feeding it, but I will not have my daughter saying these kinds of absurd things!" You said sternly, trying not to lose composure.

"You are no mother of mine!" Alyssa yelled, before leaving the table to the company of her maid.

And that's how that feud ended up in the ears of the staff. The maid told a milk maid, who told prince Rhaegon's squire, that mentioned it with prince Daemon's cupbearer.

And the Rogue Prince heard every single part of the conversation.

part 2 !!

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen imagines #house of the dragon imagines #dad!deamon targaryen x mom!reader drabble #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen au

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leiawritesstories · 11 months

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little princess

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZRA!!!!!! @rowanaelinn you are such an incredibly talented writer and wonderful friend and i'm so glad we share this crazy fandom space <3 here's some fluffs for you❤️❤️

word count: 827

warnings: none, i swear

Enjoy!

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Eleven hours.

He’d been pacing outside that door for eleven godsdamned hours. A track showed in the carpet. The outrageously expensive rug Aelin had carefully selected and imported from Eyllwe.

“Aelin’s going to castrate you for that, you know.”

Rowan whirled at the voice, finding Lorcan casually standing at the end of the hall, observing his brother warrior with arched brow.

“For the track?” He shrugged. “Either of us can fix it with a flick of a finger. What she doesn’t know won’t bother her.”

“You forget that she’s in no condition to forgi—”

“I know what godsdamned condition my mate is in, thank you, and if you came here to snark at me, you can shove it up your a—” His sentence cut off abruptly as Lorcan called up whatever godsdamned power he controlled and whisked the two of them out to the training yard.

“You prick! I’m supposed to be there!”

“You’re supposed to NOT be adding worry to your mate’s labor, dammit! And pacing your big ugly boots into her expensive carpeting isn’t the way to do that. Besides, I’m willing to bet you were practically screaming your worry down the bond, which really does absolutely nothing good.”

“At least I have big boots,” smirked Rowan, glancing pointedly down at Lorcan’s everyday shoes.

Lorcan’s face split into a positively feral smirk. “Five hundred years and you still can’t accept that my sword has always been broader."

Whatever few remaining threads Rowan had tying his self-control together snapped. And he launched himself at his brother with a growl of pure Doranellian rage. Lorcan smirked, dodged his barreling attack, and kicked the back of his knee. Rowan grunted, catching himself before he could fall, turned, and let his fists fly. Lorcan met him blow for blow, jab for jab, that infuriating smirk of his never fading. Through the mire of stress and worry clouding his mind, Rowan realized that Lorcan was giving him what he needed: an outlet for everything overloading his brain.

Thank me later, brother, the dark-haired male's vicious grin said.

Rowan grunted. So damn full of yourself whenever you think you did something useful. He brought his flagging defenses back up and landed a punishing hit to Lorcan’s stomach. The older male grunted, backhanded him, and kicked his legs out from under him. Swearing viciously, Rowan hit the dirt of the training ring with a thud. Lorcan tackled him, promptly rolled him over, and put him in a headlock. Pinned, he slapped the ground three times, yielding, a significant chunk of his stress gone.

“Who would have known that getting your ass kicked would help you not to worry about your lovely, strong mate?” Lorcan inquired.

“Says the one who knocked Elide up first.”

“Quite. And look how well that turned out.”

Rowan snorted a laugh. “Cal likes me best.”

Lorcan rolled his eyes. "You're just saying that because he hasn't shit his diaper all over you or spit up all over your clean fucking clothes."

"Ah, the perils of fatherhood."

Lorcan swatted him. "We'll see who's joking when--" Elide appeared from an upstairs window and motioned with her hand. Instantly, the two males were on their feet again, racing for the doors.

“Whitethorn?” Concern creased Lorcan's normally scowling face.

“What.” Nerves and anxiety nearly overpowered Rowan's better judgment; he really hadn't meant to snap at Lorcan like that.

“Gods above, calm down.”

“I am calm!”

“In that case, it’s time to go home. Aelin and your baby are—” Rowan was gone before Lorcan finished his sentence. Lorcan rolled his eyes and followed him into the manor.

Back in the queen and king's hallway, Rowan paused before the door leading into Aelin’s room. The sharp medicinal smells from earlier were gone. His wife’s scent still hinted at pain, but also…joy. Such unending joy. He lifted his hand to knock, but the door swung open before he could. Standing there, grinning, were Elide and Lysandra.

“Ready to meet your little princess?”

Rowan gulped, fighting back unexpected tears. Princess.

Yes, you big oaf, a daughter. Aelin’s voice. Exhausted, but not lacking that wry humor of hers.

Rowan crossed the room to his mate and the bundle of blankets in her arms. His daughter. Their daughter. Asleep, he couldn’t tell her eye color, but the little one's face—it was a tiny, perfect mirror of Aelin's own. He slumped onto the bed beside her, overcome with awe and fear and a hundred other emotions.

“May I...hold her?” His words were thick with unshed tears. Aelin smiled softly, tiredly, and placed their baby girl in his arms. Rowan looked down into the face of his daughter. And cried, overcome with the emotions of holding the baby he never dreamed of having. The first of many, he hoped. When his eyes cleared, he sniffled and looked to his mate.

“What are we naming her?”

Aelin's exhausted face lifted with quiet joy. "Alanna Evalin Whitethorn Galathynius."

Utterly perfect.

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#my writing #rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #little canon fluffs #happy happy birthday ez!!!#love you ezra

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NATLA - Episode 3: Omashu (2/3)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

An explanation of what I'm doing here and my history with ATLA.

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

Starting the Gaang's POV storyline with Katara working on her waterbending was really nice - getting a little down time just like we get at the beginning of the animated episodes is always welcome when they can work it into the timeframe. We see Katara's skills growing, but having her classic trouble with the water whip - the same form she struggled with in The Waterbending Scroll episode. I like that Aang is trying to help her in his sweet and optimistic way, but he doesn't fully understand the mental block Katara has and she'll need another method of overcoming that block than what Aang provided in the first episode. It's so sweet and a great character moment as Aang blames himself for Katara's failure - he doesn't want her to feel bad about not being a master yet and tries to alleviate her struggle with some humor. We get the cute moment with Sokka bringing back supplies too, mirrored by Momo and it really feels just like the light-hearted beginnings of the animated episodes.

This is continued as we see Aang's excitement at seeing 'another airbender' and realizing they're heading in the direction of Omashu - he's so excited to share info about the city with Katara and Sokka, his joy is infectious - and his open naivete as he asks the 'cart guy' "What makes you think we're outsiders?" while they're in very color-coded clothing in an Earth Nation city is adorable. No idea how some people missed the whole first parts of the Gaang's episodes where they're all just hanging out and bonding.

I like us seeing Zhao sneaking his way into the authority position in his relationship with Zuko - instead of the brash, overbearing Zhao of the animated series, here, he's more subtle and it's harder to go directly against him as all his suggestions seem reasonable. Zuko, of course, doesn't want to allow anyone else to capture the Avatar therefore taking away his one chance of going home. I love how the scene with Zuko refusing to let Lieutenant Jee talk bad about Zhao - it so clearly shows how he values honor and not abandoning the values of the Fire Nation 'even out here'. He may have been banished, but he's desperate to cling to the order that makes him a part of his home - giving that up would be fully accepting he's no longer Fire Nation royalty - at the moment, his whole identity.

For Aang in this episode, we do miss where he gets to reminisce about the airbenders and be upset at the changes to the temple like he did in the animated episode that included Teo and the Mechanist - though I do think there's still room to bring that back in a later season as Omashu has been taken and they might show up again as refugees that took shelter in the Air Temple. You got hints of Aang being upset at how the world has changed in the Warriors episode with him not understanding why people wouldn't be open and welcoming and with how Omashu is now, but I think his real issues with the way the war has changed the world will come up in the next two seasons. I saw them drawing from different things for Aang's part here. Aang's journey pulled from his last bit from the Kyoshi Island animated episode where he decides that instead of running, he was going to do what he could to help. In this episode, he starts taking steps to stop running away and deal with threats to average people rather than focusing on the bigger picture stuff like getting to the Northern Water Tribe and learning waterbending. He's still figuring out what the world is like now and finding ways to help 'one person at a time'. He also gets to see people ready and willing to fight - like Teo and his desire to attack.

While it could be nice to see Aang taking the lead in battle strategy like he does in the animated episode, I like that it's Teo who brings up the idea that with Aang, they have air power - which the Fire Nation doesn't have. After all, Aang is a pacifist and not really wanting to strike directly at the enemy yet - but Teo has had years of resentment and pain due to the fire nation and it makes sense that that's his first thought when he meets Aang. It does seem a bit odd in the animated version how ready Aang is to go to war, create battle strategies, and kill fire nation soldiers (because knocking them off mountains is 100% killing them, like, let's not pretend it's not). I get that he's angry and defending the Air Temple, but I think it was smart to avoid that level of violence from Aang so soon. I know he attacks fire benders a lot, but his actions in the animated episode felt more like outright war than just little skirmishes. It's a small aspect, but I can see why the writers of the live-action didn’t feel like that storyline was crucial to the plot or character development just yet - rather, focusing on what little things Aang can do wherever he goes to help people is the point they're making right now.

With Azula's addition - plus the introduction of Mai and Tylee - I know some people are worried about how that'll square with how Azula makes her team in season 2. I think it can still work out pretty much the same (if that's the route they choose) as it's likely Ozai sends Azula out alone like before and it's only later that she forms her team. So we can still have Mai and her family take over Omashu (as Azula took it at the end of this season) and Tylee could just stay in the capitol - there's nothing to say she isn't currently in the circus - she could just enjoy spending her time off with her old childhood (younger childhood) friends. So no, I don't think including them here was 'plot destroying fan service'. Also, what's with the criticism that she knows how to shoot a bow and arrow? She's a warrior - brutal and efficient. She can use her damn hair pin to cement herself to a cliff face - what makes you think she doesn't have mad skills with tons of weapons? There's nothing in canon (that I can remember) that says that firebenders using weapons is looked down upon, so not sure what the problem is here.

Seeing all the actors and how YOUNG they are, I'm totally cool with the writers skimping on most of the romances - Sokka being the oldest makes sense that his romances become things, but everyone else is a literal child. I can see in like, two years Zuko and Mai being cute together, maybe Aang and Katara (though that age gap is huge for the actors), but right now, all I can see are babies. Canon accurate, but just like with Azula, Mai was NOT drawn as a child - she looked waaaay older - like full on adult older.

Since we're speaking on the Fire Nation, right now: I love the choice for Iroh getting captured by protecting Zuko instead of him just getting caught sitting in a hot spring - it adds way more depth to both Iroh and his relationship with Zuko - plus, it's the first time in the live-action we ever see Iroh firebend. His first display of power is in a bid to draw the attention to him so that he can be punished instead of Zuko and I felt that was just super impactful. I think he did this because Zuko's ponytail would identify him as Fire Nation pretty quickly - and with all the guards, they could spot and take them down - Iroh sacrificed himself not pointlessly, but to draw every eye to him. Also love the detail - that they repeat next episode - that Iroh's firebending is POWERFUL! His fire blasts are SO much bigger than any we've seen - even with Ozai, we haven't seen the sheer magnitude of his bending even if we saw it reflected in Azula's eyes. Like the paralleling of the brothers here where we see the kind of power they have

#natla #netflix atla #atla #avatar the last airbender #omashu

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thelaughtercafe · 4 months

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Warm Goodbyes

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Self-indulgent fluff because I finished Shadowbringers and needed an emotional release. Not very specific but I’d say be at the end or past the expansion before reading if you really want to go in fully blind <3)

Potential Triggers: None for this fic, except maybe magical tickling, if that bothers you!

Pairing: Thancred/F!Reader(I read them romantic but it can be platonic). Estinien/Reader is also mentioned, although he's not present. There's a lot of the main characters Ler'ing, with Reader and Ryne as Lee's, with Ryne being totally platonic.

Length: 3.5k+

Summary: In which Ryne and the Warrior bond, shenanigans ensue and fun is had to make their last day together as a family as memorable as possible.

A/N:… I also like cat boys okay? Sue me. I guess Thancred and Estinien just weren’t enough for my heart to attach to.

“Did I ever tell you how the others arrived in the First?”

Your voice was quiet as you and Ryne looked over the Crystarium, the peace of the long sought night making it all the easier to hear you. You both sat on the top of Graha Tia’s favorite lookout, taking in the view.

Ryne shook her head.

“Not from you, no. I’ve heard bits and pieces from the others. Something about getting headaches, hearing the Exarch call for you all and eventually collapsing one after another, right?”

You looked over and nodded, smiling slightly.

“Yes, just so. I know all of us leaving tomorrow is frightening. Thancred most of all. It is not the same, but I thought you should know I do somewhat understand how you feel.”

You turned to look out at the stars, heart stirring in pain as Ryne looked at you curiously, expression gentle.

“You know by now how close Thancred and I are. He is, and always will be my rock. I know I can count on him for anything. So when he suddenly collapsed, the fear and panic that gripped me like a vice-”

You shook your head as your voice cracked. This is why you didn’t talk about it. You always got over-emotional.

“A-After Thancred, the others began to fall too and I could do nothing but watch. Urianger, Y'shtola, Alphinaud…eventually it was only Alisaie and I, and then she too fell into a coma. Yet still I had to keep pressing on. There was a war on the horizon, and as the voice continued calling my resolve was weakening. I finally fell unconscious right at the feet of my greatest enemy, who was prepared to strike me down.”

You shot a smile her way at the worry on her face.

“You needn’t worry. Luckily, my other rock, Estinien Wyrmblood is his name, witnessed my fall and wisely spirited me away from the battlefield. He’s a stoic, quiet man, but he cares. I suppose him and Thancred share that trait. Hiding their feelings I mean.”

You placed your arm around Ryne and sighed.

“…All this to say? The pain you feel in your heart. The worry if everything will turn out alright. If we’ll be okay. If you’ll be okay. They’re all valid and every one of us loves you so much. We’re just as torn up as you are, I assure you. Everyone is trying to be strong for each other, despite the pain we feel and-”

You sniffled, offering her a watery smile.

“I…was never good at that. Despite what I’d have my enemies think, I’m extremely prone to emotion. A complete and utter crybaby. It’s okay if you are too.”

With that, the girl finally broke, hurling herself into your arms and you both sobbed. You hugged her tightly as she gasped into your neck.

“I’m so scared! You’re the only family I’ve known and now I have to find a new one-I-I want you to stay! Or to go with you! I don’t want to be alone again!!”

“Oh Ryne…"

You did your best to gather yourself, feeling your heart break.

"Gods I’m going to miss you so damn much. We all are. I’ll be back to visit I swear it. I’ll tell you all the stupid antics we get up to! Alisaie and Alphinaud’s banter, how many times I can make fun of Thancred’s age before he strangles me, Y'shtola’s good-natured savagery, Urinager’s ramblings…all of it, I promise. What I wouldn’t give to take you with us. I’ll keep looking for a way. I swear it.”

Ryne pulled back with a final sniffle and a bittersweet smile.

“I know you will. You’ve always been so good. So empathetic. Take care of Thancred and the others and make sure they rest enough.”

She looked behind your shoulder after your nod and gasped and you sighed, having an inkling on who it was.

“It’d be 0, by the way, in case that wasn’t clear. Not that I need a particular reason to mess with you. You’re losing your edge if I was able to sneak up on you like that.”

Just like that you rubbed your eyes and snarked.

“You’d have to catch me first.”

A smirk graced your lips as you stretched your arms up to crack your back, relishing in the way Ryne was smiling at your side. That’s what you liked to see.

“Good luck with that in your old-aha hehehey!! Not hehehere!”

You squealed as Thancred struck before you could finish, attacking your vulnerable underarms and making you careen forward and try to protect yourself, only to trap his hands. He continued unabated, wiggling his fingers mercilessly as he taunted you, crouching down at your side as Ryne succumbed to giggles at your plight.

“Oh? Why? Scared Ryne will see how hopelessly ticklish you are? Or mayhap it’s the Exarch you’re worried about given this is his favorite spot. He has that portal in the tower you know…I bet he could see you at any time.”

Your face flamed and you weakly tried to kick him away, finally raising your arms slightly in a desperate attempt to fight back, only for him to change targets and go for your stomach instead, gently pulling you towards him and holding you against him between his legs so he could restrain you easier.

“No of course nhahahat!!”

You didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling.

“You’re still a terrible liar to those you love, you know.”

“T-Trhihicked you once, didn’t I smartass?”

He froze, merely holding you still and you panted, looking to Ryne who was now also catching her breath, a huge grin on her face.

“Did you just curse ?”

She finally got out, breathless from her own laughter with mirth glittering in her irises.

You winced.

“Sorry I didn’t-”

“No need to apologize! I’m just surprised that’s what made you finally curse in front of me is all."

Her smile grew mischievous.

"Though I suppose I can’t blame you with your ticklishness.”

You smirked at that jerking in Thancred’s hold as if to go for her and making her jump back.

“Keep making fun and I’ll see just how ticklish you are.”

“Don’t even think about it!”

“Oh? Why not?”

“I…um… oh! Because I’ll go right to the Exarch!”

She giggled and you groaned and tossed your head back against Thancred’s chest to glare at him half-heartedly.

“… You’re her father. Are you really sure you’re okay with this type of churlish behavior?”

He snickered, quirking an eyebrow down at you.

“Well, if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be fine with you cursing in front of her either so pick your poison.”

You rolled your eyes fondly but after a look at Ryne you smirked.

“…What if I say I’m fine with that?��

Thancred seemed mildly surprised you weren’t putting up a fight until he glanced at her too and warmth filled his eyes.

Ryne was shuffling her feet, a near giddy expression on her face as she held hope in her eyes. She enjoyed it just as you did and given you’d all be parting ways on the morrow the least she deserved was laughter in the safety of her family. She seemed ready for a chase too so you mumbled to Thancred.

“You can get me again later. Let’s team up.”

He nodded and the moment Ryne saw his arms loosen she was off like a shot, carefree laughter leaving her in waves.

“You’ll never catch me alive!”

“Wanna bet?”

You called after her but Thancred and you both gave her a head start to briefly talk strategy. Thancred opted to guard the Crystarium, so she couldn’t get to G'raha Tia without going through him and you would pursue her the usual way. You didn’t account for her to run to the others for aid.

By the time you caught up she was giggling and out of breath, hiding behind Urianger and pleading with Alphinaud with the best case of puppy eyes you’d ever witnessed.

“Ryne, c'mon bringing in outside parties isn’t fair!!”

She stuck her tongue out at you.

“You did it first with Thancred! I’m just evening the playing field!”

“Is this true?”

The look in Urianger’s eyes could only be called amusement and you blushed, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. You couldn’t very well explain your plan with her right there. So you went the childish route.

“She asked for it by making fun of me!”

Urinager raised an eyebrow at that and Alphinaud snickered under his breath.

“That’s not exactly new. Besides, you like it any-”

“Finish that statement Alphie and I swear…”

You fired back without thinking but instantly regretted it as he stepped forward and drew his book threateningly, Refia standing on his shoulder.

“You’re quite certain you want to talk back right now? Shall it be Cure or Lustrate then?”

He raised his hand and you leaped back, seeing Ryne dash off towards the Crystarium and praying Thancred would be quick.

You risked a glance at a confused Urianger, looking between both of you.

“Forgive me my ignorance, but you aren’t injured, correct?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth to respond but Alphinaud beat you to it, a playful grin on his face.

“Ah I understand your confusion, Urinager. No, she isn’t. However through accidental means we discovered casting healing magic on her when she no longer has the need of it…well. It tickles quite ceaselessly for a fair bit. The effects are somewhat lost thanks to my healing kit not being the most effective in comparison to Astrologians or White Mages.”

His eyes glittered with just a touch of sadism as he offered.

“…Care to see for yourself?”

You saw Urianger pondering it and just as you turned to finally get the Hell out of there you heard him speak.

“Mayhap to satiate my curiosity, then. Benefic .”

You tensed up entirely, shoulders shaking as you tried to hold back and just keep moving but your poor body wasn’t having it as you just…crouched to the ground and covered your mouth as the two leisurely strolled over.

“A-Aha-Alphinaud so help me when this sphehell f-finishes-eep-i swear to Hydaelyn-”

Said boy smiled smugly down at you, crouching to your level to pat you on the head.

“Oh come now. Just hush and ride it out, won’t you? Keep taunting me and maybe next I’ll have Urinager cast a Regen- aren’t you curious how long it’d linger given it’s long lasting nature?”

As you desperately shook your head he offered a light laugh as Urianger joined you both to observe you curiously.

“Mayhap I’ll cast another single target heal then hm?"

"How absolutely fascinating.”

Urinager’s voice stopped you from saying something stupid and getting yourself tormented further but it also made you all the more aware of the sensations wracking your body.

Healing aether typically was a cool, numbing sensation as it sought out your wounds before knitting the flesh back together. With no wounds, the healing aether searched for places to heal, growing more vehement as time passed. It was icy and the shock of the cold made the tickling worse as it finally nailed the sweet spot of your ears. You finally broke, giggles and laughs leaving you as you blushed in embarrassment, hugging yourself tightly despite your arms offering 0 protection against magic. The aether wiggled and writhed making you cover your ears and whine.

“This isn’t fhahahair!! Ahahaha!! H-How am I suphohohosed to fight h-h-hehehealing magic I can’t shehehee! U-Urinager plhehehease!”

You tried to mimic Ryne’s puppy dog eyes from earlier and he mercifully snapped out of talking to himself about possibilities and theories to pull the aether back. You panted lightly and he couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

“May I inquire as to if mine heal was indeed more mirth inducing?”

You glared at him before it broke into a smile at his innocent curiosity, nodding tiredly. Still a researcher at heart.

“Mmhmm. Alphinaud’s felt…less cold too which helped. Yours was like ice. No avoiding a sensation that demanding. And it was more exploratory. Alphinaud’s lingered in one area unless he directed it whereas yours seemed to naturally seek out injury.”

He nodded, still clearly wonderstruck.

“I’ll have to experiment more later, if that’s alright with you? Such a reaction is unheard of to even one so experienced as I.”

You blushed but nodded nonetheless. He was still somewhat new to allowing himself to tickle you, so he needed the reassurance you liked it and didn’t mind more than the others. A bit embarrassing as you saw Alphinaud snickered at you but he knew anyway so it was no big deal by now.

“A-Anyway! Thancred and I are actually trying to cheer up Ryne. She looked eager to experience it so we teamed up to get her together. Any chance you could help?”

Urianger shook his head.

“Regrettably I have already pledged my services to young Ryne and I cannot go back on my word.”

You glanced at Alphinaud and he too, shook his head.

“As if! Find Alisaie and Y'shtola to even the playing field if you wish but this is a war . Lus -”

You cut off the spell quickly as you scrambled away and to your feet after tossing powder in his face. A mild irritant but you prayed it would work.

“Ah, Silencing Powder. A typical choice for strategy, but I see thou hast forgotten I am the larger threat.”

Urianger cut off your escape to smile down at you and you cursed inwardly.

“Th-Thancred’s likely already caught her by now! He was guarding the Crystarium!”

You blurted out. Would he kill you later? Maybe. Was it worth it to both give yourself a fighting chance and also maybe see him be wrecked for once? Absolutely.

Urianger relented at that.

“Very well. ‘Tis only fair. Thou would do well to stay out of sight however. We shall not be so merciful should we meet again before the war concludes.”

You smiled nervously as Alphinaud grumbled silently at you behind Urinager and they both left.

Now, the question was to seek out Alisaie and Y'shtola or Ryne and Thancred.

A voice interrupted your pondering

“Are you quite alright my friend? You seem awfully out of breath.”

G'raha’s voice was both reassuring and panic inducing. If he was here that meant Thancred was guarding nothing! You whirled to face the red haired Miqo'te and pasted on a smile.

“J-Just fine, don’t worry! I was just getting a workout in."

Half-truths were the only way for you to not be as obvious when lying to those you cared about and luckily G'raha seemed to buy it.

"Ah I see, how nice! I was actually planning to do a spot of training myself aft-”

He was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Exarch, there you are!”

Ryne’s voice was a cheerful chirp even with Thancred hot on her heels. He seemed slower than usual and seeing the tremble of his gait and lips told you why. Seemed either Alphinaud or Urianger had tried their magic method on him too.

G'raha, bless his heart, cocked his head to the side in innocent curiosity.

“Oh? You need me for something Ryne?”

You opened your mouth to intervene but found abruptly you couldn’t move, let alone speak. Damn it all-Alphinaud slung an arm around your shoulder as Stop kicked in fully. Payback for your trick earlier, no doubt. Brat.

You could do nothing but watch as Ryne reached G'raha Tia and grinned at you before beaming up at him innocently.

“It’s nothing major, well, everyone else knows already so I figured I’d let you know she’s ti-mmph-!”

Thancred’s own affliction had worn off much to your relief, letting him cover Ryne’s mouth and smirk down at her, and as Alphinaud released you and attempted to ready another spell you tackled him to the ground and pinned him. Thank goodness Stop wore off much faster than Slow. Urianger finally rejoined, looking out of breath but he hung back and watched the scene unfold in amusement.

“Don’t even think about it!”

G'raha, for his part, merely looked between both of your pairs in bewilderment.

“…Are you hiding something from me?”

His voice and body language were sad as he looked at you expectantly.

“I know I’m new to the group but I suppose I thought you trusted me just as you do the others.”

Your eyes widened with panic.

“G-G'raha it’s nothing like that. This is…a playful affair. Nothing more.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. Ryne said everyone else already knew.”

He looked positively distraught, ears flat against his head and you let Alphinaud up with a sigh, already blushing in anticipation. But how could you not confess with G'raha looking so sad?

Thancred saw your reddening face and he too released Ryne, speaking up on your behalf. If he waited for you to work up the courage you’d never get the words out.

“She likes being tickled. That’s all. We all tease her about and with it quite often.”

G'raha blinked and then gave a knowing, if fond smile.

“Oh is that all? And here I thought it was something serious. My apologies.”

“You say that as if you already know.”

You mumbled in shock.

G'raha turned and a rare smirk made his eyes narrow in amusement.

“Mm. What of it? You asked me shortly after we met.”

You all stiffened at that, but Thancred most of all.

“Asked? Me?! I don’t remember that at all and trust me when I say I would.”

He had the good sense to look sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“There’s quite a good reason for that. You see at the camp you accidentally had tea containing catrinus…”

“Oh Twelve strike me…”

You buried your face in your hands. Not catrinus. No wonder you didn’t remember. It made Miqo'te quite affectionate and helped them lose their inhibitions. And you had a very low tolerance to it, just like alcohol.

But G'raha wasn’t finished, especially seeing as the other 4 were looking at him so expectantly.

“Catrinus affects us Miqo'tes much like alcohol, but most say it’s more potent as a general rule. She had drank the whole cup, not realizing just how much was within and so I was taking care of her, after getting her an inn room. As I made to leave, she clung to me and nuzzled my arm before asking if I would please tickle her.”

He shrugged attempting to play it off but he was as red as his hair.

“I…indulged her and then I left her to her slumber, tuckered out from my ministrations.”

There was quiet for several long moments and then Thancred and Ryne both burst out laughing and Alphinaud winced on your behalf between snickers of his own. Urianger merely looked at you with fondness in his gaze, though the humor in his eyes said it all.

“Oh my…Estinien…is going to kill you. He thought he was the first to make you ask directly. To hear you have done so willingly…i don’t envy you.”

Thancred came over to pull you into a comforting embrace, allowing you to hide your face in his chest, still snickering

“He’ll likely want to do another duel for who can make you laugh the quickest for the longest, with all 3 of us this time, you know.”

“An intriguing proposition. Given she enjoys it I see no reason to refuse.”

G'raha was collected as ever and you peeked out to find him smiling fondly at you, making you hide again.

“…You’re all mean. Estinien will never hear of this. Do you understand me? Never .”

Between snickers all present mercifully agreed and you pulled back, now somewhat collected to smile sweetly, arm held behind your back with your free hand.

“Now that that’s taken care of I do believe I have some revenge to deliver. Care to help me carry it out now that everyone’s got their mess with me points for the day?”

You turned to smile mischievously up at Thancred who grinned back and wasted no time cutting off his daughter’s exit strategy as she ended up backing right into him where he quickly but gently pinned her arms behind her back.

“You’ve caused quite a lot of mischief today Ryne..ready to experience some yourself?”

She was already giggling as you began poking along her sides and tummy playfully, making the girl curl in on herself. You glanced over your shoulder and motioned for Alphinaud and Urianger to join in.

“I’m quite certain there’s plenty of unexplored spots if you wish to map them out with me in earnest~”

“This isn’t fhahahir!!”

Ryne’s laughter was light and bubbly and made your chest warm with affection.

“Oh? But messing with me is fair game? That’s not how it works!”

The rest of the day was filled with every iota of warmth and love you could cram into it and the goodbye, while full of sorrow was also hopeful. This wouldn’t be goodbye, not if you had anything to say about it.

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jennyandvastraflint · 4 months

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Xena Reactions S1Ep20!

I hate this guy, but omfg this woman is gorgeous...

NOOO DON'T LOCK WOMEN UP >:O

Is this Ares? Yup.

His one dangly earring XDD

He's gonna try to give the army to Xena

"Sometimes the best man for a job is a woman" diversity win I guess?

GABRIELLE MY LOVE

Who is this old man? Just some dude I guess

Xena beating up people yayyy

"I'm your father" WHAT

Them leavingggg

"Hey boys" Hehe

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He helped.

Also is her name Rhea? Did I hear correctly

Does Xena have daddy issues

Ares, what are you lying there for, all seductive

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Gosh the grinning the dramatics... 😂

She's very pretty

"I volunteered" oooh...

XENA HUMMING???

Sharing childhood stories <3

Dude shows up and there's chaos

WHOOOP

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Gabrielle is really bonding with Rhea

Awww, she kept her sister safe

"Anything about your life you'd like to tell me?" "No. :|"

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YEA HE WAS SURRENDERING HELLOO???

"And you should be [together]" 👀🏳️‍🌈

Oh is he gonna drive them apart by guilt tripping Gabrielle

Xena smells something is offfff...

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Uh oh. Did Atrius... Yup

"How do you want to die? Slow and painful, or fast and even more painful"

She caught the knife sjdjdhs

Man with too big an ego vs lesbian warrior princess

She KICK

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Hmmmm... Xena's way?

Oh the dude yet lives. And Ares is here to taunt him.

FONDLY STROKES HIS FACE??? Kiss him sjfhshs

"You used me" that's what war generally does

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IS SHE COMMANDING THE ARMY TO TAKE THE VILLAGE???

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Oh Xena is pissedddd...

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GABRIELLE BRING HER BACK TO HERSELF

"I'm standing up to a murderous warlord" 👀

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Gabrielle hit her.

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rosanna-writer · 10 months

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we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (3/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3.8k

The rest of the Inner Circle meets Feyre, or:

"I've only had Feyre a day and a half but if anything happened to her, I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself" - the Inner Circle probably

Read on AO3 or you can find the third chapter below the readmore.

ch. 1 - the altar is my hips | ch 2. - an arrowhead leading us home | ch. 3 - by the way, i just may like some explanations

From the early hour and their mussed hair, I suspected that Morrigan had pulled Cassian and Azriel from their beds. But weapons hung from both their belts, so if that was true, they either slept armed or with daggers nearby. Warriors too, then.

The shock was obvious on both their faces the second my scent hit their noses. Morrigan dropped their hands.

"This is Feyre," she said. "I found her in the townhouse this morning when the wards alarmed. She claims she's Rhys's mate."

"She's telling the truth. I can sense the bond," Amren said with an authoritative finality.

Amren still terrified me, especially when her tone brooked no argument, but I relaxed a bit at that. At least the terrifying creature was on my side.

Cassian snickered and said, "And I'm sure that's not the only thing you can sense on her."

Cauldron, I would have killed for a bath, just to stop these comments. My cheeks heated, and Morrigan smacked Cassian in the center of the chest. Perhaps it shouldn't have caught me off-guard—Rhys had specifically told me to find his family, after all—but I hadn't expected them to act so much like siblings as they interrogated me.

"We're—" Azriel started to say, but I cut him off.

"Cassian and Azriel. Rhys told me to find all of you," I said.

"What else did he tell you?" Azriel said.

I hesitated. "It's a long story."

"We've got time," Morrigan said with a smile that I think was meant to be reassuring.

All I could do was start from the very beginning. I didn't want to tell them about killing Andras, especially after Lucien had hated me so much for it at first, but there was no way around it. I expected disgust that their High Lord's mate was a murderer, not the looks of understanding I got instead.

In fact, it wasn't until I described the way Tamlin had burst into our cottage and taken me to Prythian instead of killing me that I got much of a reaction at all. The four of them shared significant looks, and Mor in particular tensed up with anger.

"That was never in the Treaty," she said, interrupting me. "I'd know, I helped negotiate it. There are no special consequences for a human killing a faerie."

A lie. Tamlin had ripped me from my family and brought me to Prythian and lied to me to do it. And everyone I'd spoken to in the Spring Court had gone along with it.

"But why?" I said.

"He might have known you're Rhys's mate," Azriel said quietly, tucking his wings in tight. I wasn't sure what the gesture meant.

"That's not Tamlin's style. He would have just killed her outright," Cassian said.

"If Tamlin just needed a human girl for whatever he's planning, then it seems terribly coincidental that the one he found is Rhys's mate."

I felt the blood drain from my face at that, even though Rhys had warned me that there would be a target on my back. I just hadn't thought the threat could be from Tamlin.

By the Cauldron, I'd been falling for him.

"You're scaring her," Mor hissed at them.

"We can't keep her safe from enemies if she doesn't know who they are," Amren said coolly. Mor glowered back at her.

"She is right here, you know," I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

Mor's face softened as she turned back to me and said more gently, "There's bad blood between Rhys and Tamlin, from centuries ago. We can tell you all of it later, but please keep going."

I told them everything—Tamlin's promise my family was taken care of, the Bogge, painting again—and left nothing out. They just let me talk, occasionally sharing more significant looks among the four of them that I didn't understand. At some point, I took my cloak and Rhys's jacket off, and we moved to Amren's sitting area. It seemed we'd be talking for a while.

When I laid it out like this, I felt like such a fool for having let my guard down in the Spring Court. Years of keeping my wits about me in the woods, only for all my defenses to crumble the first time someone was a bit kind to me. It was just so stupid.

The Mother only knew what would have become of me if I'd stayed in there any longer.

It wasn't until I started to tell them about the Suriel that I was interrupted again. Cassian blurted out, "How the hell did a scrawny little thing like you manage to catch a Suriel?"

Maybe I was just exhausted, but hearing another arrogant faerie question my ability to build a snare eroded the last of my patience. Even the ones who seemed to like me equated being human with being useless. "I was even scrawnier when I did it," I snapped. "I think the real question is how the hell did you manage to survive this long without anyone killing you?"

I wasn't sure what I expected, but it wasn't for Cassian to tip his head back and laugh. Or for Azriel's brows to flick up in what I thought might be approval.

Mor smiled, but her eyes still looked sad. "You wouldn't be Rhys's mate if you weren't a little mean," she said, as if it were a good thing.

Before I could continue, the mating bond roared to life as a wave of Rhys's emotion slammed into me. Rage, pain, disgust, a million other awful feelings, but above them all—an overwhelming sense of violation.

I let out an inhuman-sounding cry and vomited on Amren's feet.

Wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand, I looked up at their concerned faces. "Someone's hurting Rhys," I said, my voice trembling.

Not just hurting, raping him, but I couldn't bring myself to say that aloud.

My breath came in gasps, and I dug my nails into the tops of my thighs, willing the pain to stop. I hardly registered it as Mor made the vomit disappear, then guided me over to the sink and handed me a cup of liquid to rinse my mouth out with. At some point, I ended up sitting down again as she rubbed my back. I don't remember when I picked up Rhys's jacket, but I clutched it to my chest as I cried.

Mor's help calmed me enough to reach down the bond for Rhys, as if I was holding out a hand to someone in distress. There were a few scattered images I saw through his eyes—red hair spilling across a naked breast, the ceiling of a room that looked like it was carved into a mountain, a ring with a spinning eyeball.

It lasted barely a second before he shoved me out, a mental wall slamming down between us. His pain still leaked down the bond, but it had a strange, muffled quality.

My breathing returned to normal, and my hands stopped shaking. Rhys was distant enough that I took in my surroundings again and gently pushed Mor's hand off my back. Cassian, Azriel, and Amren were across the room, talking in urgent voices too low for me to hear.

And then it hit me with a cold certainty—I might have known Rhys for less than a day, but I'd kill whoever did this to my mate. Slowly, and I'd enjoy it.

I'd never thought I'd ever have it in me to take pleasure in killing anything, but everything had changed last night, changed in a bone-deep, fundamental way. It was the first sense I had of the way a mating bond reorients the way you see the world.

"The redhead who wears an eye as a ring. Who is she?" I said.

"Amarantha," Amren said. "She stole Rhysand's power along with the rest of the High Lords', and she's been ruling from Under the Mountain for the last fifty years."

That certainly explained why no one wanted to say her name—and why she'd been able to put her hands on a High Lord and not be killed for it.

For the first time since Tamlin told me my family was taken care of, I had a goal. I needed to get Rhys back. It didn't matter that he was little more than a stranger or that I was a human who didn't stand a chance against a faerie holding the power of all seven High Lords.

A mating bond overruled logic.

As long as she was hurting Rhys, a sense of wrongness wouldn't leave me, rippling under my skin like the echo of the stag's magic. But unlike a gift, this would eat me alive from the inside out. I had to end her.

Cassian broke away from his conversation with Azriel and Amren and came to sit next to me. "No. Absolutely not," he said, his voice sharp and full of authority. I jumped, thinking he could read my thoughts like Rhys could, but he continued, a bit more softly, "I've fought enough battles to know what that look means. We're not letting you do something rash and get yourself killed."

"I can feel what she's doing to him," I whispered. "I can't just sit here. It hurts."

"I get it. Even when it's the right move, waiting still feels like shit. It helps to remind yourself that Rhys deserves our best effort, and that means getting your head on straight before doing anything," he said, looking at me with the deepest well of empathy I'd ever known. He was speaking from experience, the way only an immortal could.

I reminded myself that this was Rhys's family. It was hurting them, too.

Even if this had been going on for more than the length of my life twice over.

"Tell us what you learned from the Suriel," Amren said.

I didn't miss the disgusted look Mor shot Amren, as if to tell her to back off. As tired as I was, I didn't mind pressing forward. I wanted to get this done.

Amren frowned as I described what the Suriel had told me, and I supposed she was disappointed that there wasn't any new information for her. But for me, it was good to hear the four of them confirm everything I'd learned, then fill in a bit more about Amarantha.

I kept going, telling them about the naga, the faerie who'd returned with his wings ripped off and bled out in the manor, the pool of starlight and then…Calanmai.

I almost didn't tell them that the stag had called me High Lady. Even then, it had struck me as ridiculous, but now in broad daylight and surrounded by three powerful fae—plus whatever Amren was—it seemed even more absurd. But in the end, my worry about what they might do to me if they found out I withheld information won out.

As soon as I said it, Amren grabbed my left hand and held it out so she could see the tattoo. The glint in her silver eyes was unsettling enough that I didn't snatch my hand back.

"I should have seen it sooner," she said. "Rhysand didn't give you this, did he?"

"No," I said. "I…I think the Night Court itself did."

Amren studied me, tilting her head again and making me feel as if I were some sort of interesting bug she was trying to identify. I willed myself not to squirm under her gaze.

"You're Made, but there's more than that. It's fainter than when I sensed it on Rhysand back when he was just his father's heir, but I can feel it on you regardless," Amren said.

She turned my hand over to examine the tattoo from the other side. The hairs on my arm stood up. "Feel what?" I said.

"Potential."

I had no idea what she meant by that. I didn't want to know.

"If the rest of the design were filled in…" Mor said softly, trailing off. Her eyes were on my hand, too. So were Cassian's and Azriel's.

"It would mark her as High Lady of the Night Court," Amren said, dropping my hand.

"What about that line on your third finger, Feyre?" Mor said.

"That was just my mate being a prick," I said, earning a chuckle from Azriel.

Amren scowled and said, "Just tell us the rest, girl."

I shoved my tattooed hand under Rhys's jacket, not wanting to look at it again, then continued on and told them about the stag's boon, finding Rhys, and giving him the pomegranate seeds.

At that, Cassian cut me off again and said, "Shit Feyre, you really just accepted the bond without even knowing his name?"

I had no idea what that meant, but just from his tone, the bottom dropped out of my stomach. "Accepted the bond?" I said, a little weakly.

Mor was looking at me with what looked like a mixture of horror and pity, and I couldn't face it. I twisted the fabric of Rhys's jacket in my lap and stared down at it.

"When a female offers her mate food for the first time, it means she accepts the bond," Mor said gently. "It's rare for a mating bond to be rejected, but most pairs get to know each other first and make an occasion out of it. It's an…important moment."

I didn't say anything at first, just let that sink in. With the magic in the air and the stag's instructions pushing me towards Rhys, I wasn't sure if I would have even had the willpower to reject the bond, or even just wait, if I'd known. And Gods, this was something the fae made into an event, but he'd eaten straight out of my hand outside a random cave in the forest.

Maybe there'd been a reason beyond my safety that he'd been so quick to send me away.

"Is it…permanent?" I said, even though I knew the answer. I could feel the strength of the bond for myself, how nothing could possibly be the same again.

"A mating bond runs deeper and more permanent than anything else," Amren said.

I nodded and tried not to think about what a burden it must be for Rhys, an eternal bond to a human. With no magic or means to protect myself, I was a weak point, a dead weight.

And now I always would be.

"It's been a few centuries since there's been a Lady of the Night Court," Azriel said. His face was blank, and his tone didn't give much away, either.

But it didn't escape my notice that he'd said Lady, not High Lady. Mother above, I had a title. I wasn't sure I wanted to know why it had been so long since anyone else held it or what had happened to the last Lady of Night. This was Prythian—whoever she was, she'd likely met a bad end.

"It has," Amren said, "but we can discuss that later. Finish your story, girl."

There wasn't much more to tell. I certainly wasn't going to give anyone else a detailed account of what had happened in that cave. I skipped ahead to this morning and kept talking until I described arriving at the townhouse.

It felt like getting a weight off my chest, albeit a small one. It was all out in the open, and no one seemed inclined to attack me. "What next?" I said.

"You look dead on your feet. You should sleep," Mor said.

She wasn't wrong—I'd barely gotten any rest, and I was beginning to feel it. But that wasn't what I'd meant.

"After that, I think I should trap the Suriel. I could see what it knows about what Tamlin wanted with me and how to get Rhys back," I said.

Cassian's face darkened. "I don't like the idea of sending you back through the wards alone," he said. Mor seemed to agree with him, but Azriel's face was still blank.

I balled my hands into fists and looked Cassian straight in the eye. "And does Night treat its guests the same way Spring does?" I spat. If they meant to keep me here, I wanted them to at least be honest about it.

Cassian just shrugged. "It wasn't an order. I don't have to like everything you do."

I couldn't tell if he truly meant that, or if this was another false choice like when Tamlin had told me I was free to live anywhere in Prythian. Technically true, but I never would have made it more than a half mile from his manor before one monster or another killed me.

"It's a risk, but a reasonable one. Feyre can clearly navigate a forest alone, and if Tamlin is planning something, we'll all sleep better knowing what it is," Amren said.

Again, she spoke with a finality in her voice that made me think she had some sort of authority over all the others. Or perhaps she just terrified them all into going with whatever it was she wanted.

"I'm with Amren," Azriel added, tucking in his wings again. "I don't see another option, not while my shadows can't leave the city, either."

That seemed to settle it—Mor would glamour me to hide my scent on the off chance I did run into anyone. But from what they said, it sounded like the pine forests were mostly empty, and I'd likely only encounter animals.

Whatever Rhys had been doing for the past fifty years, it had been keeping the blight well away from the Night Court.

Mor brought me back to the townhouse not long after that. I'd assumed she'd show me where to find a bed, but she just stayed in the living room and said, "Feyre, I hate to ask you a personal question right now, but it's time sensitive. Have you been taking a contraceptive brew?"

I froze. I hadn't even thought about the possibility of a pregnancy, and I would have just gone right to sleep if Mor hadn't asked. Gods, that could have been disastrous.

"No, but I need one. Can you…?" I said.

Mor smiled. "Of course. There's no food in the house, either, just Rhys's things. I'll pick some up for you."

She squeezed my shoulder before winnowing away, and she was back shortly after I'd tucked the bow, quiver, and knife in the antechamber. There was probably a closet or something else to store them in, but it felt rude to poke around a house that didn't belong to me. Exploring Tamlin's manor, which had been full of servants, had been different. The townhouse felt lived-in, cozy, and intimate.

When she got back, Mor inclined her head towards the kitchen and handed me a small box. "I'll show you where the kettle is if you'd feel safer boiling the water yourself. I'll have a cup of non-medicinal tea if you don't mind me staying," she said.

I did feel safer boiling the water myself, and I was relieved she'd brought me a sealed, unopened package, even if it contained more than I'd probably need. As I filled the kettle, it hit me that Mor was experienced at this kind of thing. Maybe it had been magic, but she'd been back quickly, as if she'd known exactly where to go. And when she'd rubbed my back as I'd cried, she'd given me just the right amount of space to make it feel comforting but not smothering.

I wasn't sure exactly why Mor had spent so much time supporting distraught women in need of emergency contraception, but I was glad to have her here.

She could have used magic to get everything out of the cabinets, but Mor grabbed it all herself, probably for my benefit. And even though I'd been around the fae for months now, it set me at ease, too. A few minutes later, she was giving me a sympathetic look above her own teacup as I sipped the bitter brew.

"I think you should know," she said slowly, "that even though things between you and Rhys might be…up in the air, you're part of our family now. We're duty-bound to protect you and all that, but I want to be your friend, too. You have guts, and I like that."

I didn't believe her. I was grateful for the help, but the last faerie I'd thought I could call a friend was Lucien, and he'd been assisting my kidnapper. Even if Mor and the others didn't have an ulterior motive, at best I was a horribly fragile human who'd been dumped on their doorstep to be babysat.

But I wasn't stupid enough to tell any of that to Mor. I just took another sip of the contraceptive brew and said, "Thanks."

"And all of us might be a little overprotective—don't be surprised if you find Cass or Az perched on the roof later. You can tell any of us to get fucked if it's too much," she said.

That sounded like those fae instincts that always had them growling, snarling, and scenting. I wasn't sure I'd ever completely get used to it. "Overprotective because I'm human?" I said.

"Yes," Mor said, and I appreciated the honesty, "and because you're young and you've already been through a lot."

There was no pity or condescension there. It was still a bit strange to hear this sort of plain honesty from a faerie, especially after so much I'd been told in Spring had turned out to be half-truths.

And I hadn't thought about it earlier, but if Mor had helped negotiate the Treaty, she must be at least five hundred. It wasn't the time to ask, but I wondered if she or the others had fought in the War.

If they had, something told me it wasn't on the same side as Spring and Hybern.

I couldn't think of anything to say to that, so I just forced down a few more sips of the awful, bitter tea. Mor didn't seem bothered at all that I was so quiet, just continued in that chipper way of hers, "But anyway, I just didn't want to let it go unsaid, even though I think you'd tell us off if you needed to. I can't wait until this is all over and I get to watch you nail Rhys's balls to the wall."

That got me to crack a smile, as impossible as it felt after everything that had happened in the past day. I didn't share her optimism, but I wanted to like Mor and hoped I could trust her eventually.

I finished my tea, and Mor showed me where to find everything upstairs. I took a guest room instead of Rhys's—I already felt like enough of an invader just staying in the house. Mor left me with a set of soft nightclothes and surprised me by pulling me into a hug before winnowing away.

I wanted a bath, but just changing and crawling into bed sapped the last of my energy. As I drifted off, Rhys's talons brushed the very edge of my mind. They didn't invade any further, just reached out as if to reassure him I was still there.

With a mental hand, I curled my fingers around a talon and clutched it until I was asleep.

#feysand #feyre archeron #we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

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canyon-tale · 1 year

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I'm back!! I was gone for a few days but now I have new questions!

• Are there any canonicak shipkids innthe dragon au? IIRC you said Cross and Dream had a kid

• What caused Cross to lose his carnage claim? (I think you said once he loses it)

• Are there clothes designed for dragons? Or armor? Considering Cross was around humans, maybe he's been dressed up before?

• What happened for Nightmare to become void corrupted?

• Does each dragon have a distinct smell? Or is it just dragon instinct to recognize one another?

• What do the dragons eat? Are they omnivores? Carnivores? Does it vary with the species?

• Do dragon nurses sometimes groom eachother's furs as a way to bond? (Warrior cat sharing tongues style)

Hello! I've been awaiting your return >:3c

Tried not to make the answer too long but still put a read more just in case! Hope there aren't many spelling mistakes, I was in DnD sessions when I was reading through it, but here you go <3!

• Are there any canon shipkids in the dragon au? IIRC you said Cross and Dream had a kid

Oh yes, I have a few planned! The oldest will be Indigo (he/him) a HorrorNight kid who was quite the surprise for everyone since both Night and Horror didn’t think they could have kids due to past trauma (void corruption in Night’s case, and an extended period with little to no magic for Horror).

Then we have the KillMare triplets Antares (they/them), Regulus (he/they), and Nembus (she/her), who hatched around the same time as little Marrow (he/him) who’s a HorrorDust kid.

Later there’s also Lyra (she/her) who’s the Cream baby, and Perseus (he/him) who’s an OuterKiller baby~

• What caused Cross to lose his carnage claim? (I think you said once he loses it)

Sub carnage claims are almost always temporary and last as long as the Maid of Bones think it will benefit the claimed one. Cross was full of a lot of rage and vengeance when he was claimed by the Maid but as time went on his bloodlust lessened. When he started to question his place and role in the war between Nightmare and Dream the Maid sensed that his future would grow more peaceful, no longer surrounded by death and decay, making her rewoke her claim.

• Are there clothes designed for dragons? Or armor? Considering Cross was around humans, maybe he's been dressed up before?

There are some, yes! The tricky thing with clothing for dragons are their wings, since a lot of designs disregard them and simply go right through their wing membrane. A lot of clothing might also realistically make it difficult for them to fly. Because of this I usually limit accessories to jewelry! Earrings, horn rings, collars, bracelets and anklets are my favorite way to dress up dragons, and I usually avoid putting heavy accessories on their wings and tails since this would hamper their flight maneuverability.

Punz from my other dragon AU is a good example for simple jewelry, and I plan to dress him up in more since gold is his thing, and his mates loves to cover their rough mercenary boy in riches that shows off his beauty~

For more actual clothes like apparel, ponchos are used by some dragons, especially scholars who easily grow cold without scales or fur. They usually have slits to accommodate flight and wing movements, but can be long enough to tuck the wings under the fabric to keep them warm! My girl Sorel is a good example for this, but she mostly wears one to hide her wing stumps.

Armor on the other hand isn’t actually supper common. Guardians are the most likely class to find themselves in battle and since they naturally have armor like scales they don’t need the extra protection. Scouts have smaller scales, but still quite durable, and might wear light armor like helmets or wraps around their legs. Nurses and scholars are the most likely to need armor but it’s rare for them to find themselves fighting, but out of the two classes scholars are actually the ones most likely to be sent into the battlefield due to their heightened magic abilities.

As for Cross he might have had some light armor, less for protection and more as a formal uniform! It’s actually not something I thought about, but I might doodle over his ref to figure out something to fit since it does make sense for the X gang to wear something matching!

• What happened for Nightmare to become void corrupted?

The Stalker of Void was able to find Nightmare when Night started using and experimenting with his mind magic. Untrained mind elementals have a habit of broadcasting their minds openly until they learn to control it, this isn’t really dangerous but it does make it very easy for other mind elementals to tap into their consciousness. Since Void is able to mimic all elements this is an ability the Stalker has.

They would talk to Nightmare a lot before the corruption, and while Nightmare was smart enough to not trust them they still developed a kind of “friendship” since Night didn’t really have anyone else to talk to. I’ve mentioned before that Nightmare was forced into fighting in a war and it was when this war finally reached the village where Nightmare and Dream grew up that Night cracked. Seeing Dream in danger the Stalker offered Nightmare his claim, which would give him enough power to save and keep his brother safe. Seeing no other option in the short time he had to save Dream, Nightmare took the offer and became corrupt.

I’m currently working on illustrating the backstory for the twins, which will explain a lot of their childhood and how they grew up!

• Does each dragon have a distinct smell? Or is it just dragon instinct to recognize one another?

I’m a sucker for scent stuff so yes! All the dragons have a distinct smell of their elemental magic, fire smelling smoky, lightning like ozone, water like the ocean, etc. But on top of that they have individual scents too!

Both Dream and Nightmare have very floral and apple like scents, like a mixed apple orchard of both flowering and fruiting trees. Cross scent is a bit woody, like sun warmed bark and sweet swap, something that makes you think of summer. Killer scent is cool and kind of spicy but also has a softer scent of old books and journals, reminiscent of staying up reading or studying with a cup of chai tea. Horror smells like petrichor, damp sand and mud, what you smell sitting next to a quiet lake in the evening after a rainstorm. Dust smells like frost and pine, the cold winter but with a hidden warmth of a fresh Christmas tree.

Blue smells strongly of ozone, of electricity and plastic, like a childhood game room full of energy and fun. Error smells like decaying leaves, with a slight hint of overripe fruit and chocolate. Ink smells different everyday, but almost always has an underlying scent of ink mixed with different dried flowers and tea leaves. Epic smells like a bakery, of fresh bread and sweet cookies.

• What do the dragons eat? Are they omnivores? Carnivores? Does it vary with the species?

Most of them are omnivores, yes! The most important thing for their diet is that they consume things that have the same, or similar, elemental magic as their own (water being similar to ice, fire being similar to light, etc.). Most animals and plants will have elemental magic, some less and others more, and as long as dragons have a source of elemental magic and a good variety of vitamins and minerals they should be healthy!

On the other hand, if a dragon is only eating magic that’s opposite of theirs (fire and water, shadow and light, etc.) they’ll usually grow weak and sickly. If they just eat these magics now and again though it should be fine, just taste a bit bad.

Some species do specialize more! My oc Kiwi for example is a breed that are strictly herbivores (and all classes of this breed also have fur to differing degrees!), but it’s pretty rare.

• Do dragon nurses sometimes groom eachother's furs as a way to bond? (Warrior cat sharing tongues style)

Absolutely! Grooming is a great flight bonding activity and even if different classes don’t have the right tongues to groom each other, they will use tools to help out anyways. Flightmates will help clean between guardian scales, polish scouts scales, brush their nurses, and help scholars oil their skin with ointments and such.

#nightmare sans #cross sans #bad sans poly #bad sans gang #utmv #utmv au #dragon!nightmare #dragon!cross #ask

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bokettochild · 9 days

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Weekly check in with stardust

i have been creating a lot of stuff and im nearly done with my online science course and should be done by the end of this week!

the other week was eid and ur girlie made sweets, dressed up, visited a friend, and made Mario Lego B) I also got stickers for my laptop but that's unrelated lol

also we made bakhlawa and makrout they are literally my favorites lol, even the people at my friends party seemed to really like them too lol

apparently I look really good in olive green so that's like also a major win for me

the stickers are like vintage looking florals ones lol

btw I've been working so much on my four swords DND au, I'm not sure what to call It tho? I was thinking like "Four Keys" because the swords are literally keys to a secret realm or whatever

btw have u had any good recipes recently? Im fasting just because I can and rn I'm just thinking about food lol

i made a fajita tonight using colored peppers too lol

if u have any good recipes please tell me I love hoarding them

btw, I have one character left with enough space for an additional trauma/mental issue on my roster for the au so honestly just send me a few different ideas for them and I'll probably choose one lol

btw the dudes got the thickest Russian accent, is very brutally honest, soft and gruff, non nonsense and needs to adopt every small thing in sight or else he will die because this is how he's coping.

he was stuck in like an iceberg for like 200 years (there's a wholes Tory behind that) and then we he emerged (thats also a story) everyone he knew is kinda super dead because of the passage of time

*someone saying something stupid*

"Your voice, very ugly, please, do the shut up :] "

thats him in a nutshell^

also remember to do wrist and finger stretches for writers and artists

also I acquired a glass orb with glass art inside <3 o r b

also what's legend's irrational fear?

also I love legend being like, an actual good influence on wind in his own weird way

i want them to bond more, maybe do a whole stealing heist from some knights-

im not asking u t write it but I just wanted to share lol

i hope you've been doing well, u seem to be lol

also do u like wearing jewelry? and if so how often lol

Wow, that's a wall! (pos)

I'm glad you got to enjoy some nice food, time with friends, and dressing up! Also, it sounds like you're having a ton of fun creating recently! I am as well, but it's slow going as I'm working on a multi-chap that's very demanding about where and what is supposed to happen (I did this to myself but the results are fantastic!)

"Four Keys" sounds like it has great potential as a title! I like it! I also love the Russian accent. the character is giving slight Captain America vibes, but only for backstory, and I love the concept so much!

As for a irrational fear..... ma am I bad at those I rationalize anything so... maybe large empty spaces? Usually those are indicative of a boss fight in his mind, so just having one that isn't hiding some threat throws him way off. He's also insanely wary of any room with a tiled floor. Because >:)

I also love him and Wind! The fact that they're both on the younger side here but also both accustomed to being the person others look to gives great opportunities for them to bond and interact. Legend has a lot of experience to share but he's also not up on a pedestal like Time or Warriors is, so there's more opportunity for direct communication and less a need to impress. (I actually just finished writing something with them, as it happens!)

I'm honestly not the best baker in the world, or cook in general (I'm still building up my recipe book after leaving my parent's house) but I can share my mum's bread recipe! It's very good, for every day, or to make into rolls for the holidays and with nice meals!

Recipe makes 4 large loaves btw

Dissolve 2 packages of dried yeast into 4 cups of warm water.

In a separate bowl, mix 1/2 cup soft butter with 1/2 cup of honey (you can also add 1/4 cup of molasses for super dense rolls/loaves).

Once the honey-butter is combined, add the yeast water to the bowl

Scoop in 6 cups of whole wheat flour + 4 cups white flour.

Mix, knead, and set into greased bread-pans, or roll into balls on a cookie sheet.

Bake loaves for 35-40 min at 375 F, or rolls for 10-15 min at the same.

After you remove it from the oven, brush generously with butter before they cool, for extra flavor and to preserve moistness.

Hope this one makes you happy! It's great to use in sandwiches, serve with soup, or eat with jam, or alone!

#asks and answers #stardust my beloved

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karlrose · 3 months

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Why I still obsess over hyperfixations gone by...

I still love Xena The Warrior Princess and still watch the DVDs from time to time because all of the good memories I have with my mother involve watching Xena together. Xena and The Facts of Life. (My mother was incredibly physically and emotionally abusive to me so I cherish the times when she was kind)

I still love Danny Phantom because it premiered on Nickelodeon the same day my nephew was born. It's also the first show I wrote fanfic for. I related to Danny a lot and liked that he wasn't a perfect role model. He was a normal kid with anger issues and could be vindictive at times, but tried to keep good in him. (I broke my foot tripping on a pair of boots my father had told me to pick up several times before while running to watch Fanning the Flames. That was when I learned that Dad tells me to do things for my own good, not because he just didn't like the mess)

I still play Kingdom Hearts all the time because I met my husband through our shared interest in it. When we got married, we had to decide who's copy of which game we were keeping and which we were giving away to others. His first birthday after our marriage, I bought him his own keyblade and I loved seeing his face light up and how he excitedly swung it around like a child on christmas. I've gotten him something Kingdom Hearts themed every birthday ever since. (The happiest he's ever been with any of my gifts is the christmas I got him new undershirts, underwear, and socks though. He cried. I thought he'd be disappointed that I got him something so practical, but I've never seen anyone so happy from something so simple)

I still love Team Rocket because my siblings and I would bond over Pokemon. We traded cards, we played the games together, we watched the movies over and over.

I still love Super Metroid because it was the first game I ever finished. I was 4 years old the first time I got to the ending. I fell in absolute love with the metroid and had such an emotional response to the experience. I still think Super Metroid is one of the best games ever made.

I still love Sailor Moon because I've been watching Sailor Moon since I was 3. So much of my life is wrapped up in it. A lot of the lessons I still carry to this day and try to impart on my kids, I learned from Sailor Moon. If a friend is in trouble, it's more important to help your friend than to keep a secret. Friends aren't just people you hang out with or talk to, friends are people you look out for and who look out for you. If you don't have the other person's best interests in mind, you're not friends. My entire blueprint on how to treat people comes from watching Sailor Moon. I have a moon sceptre, a collection of lockets, and I still have the Sailor Moon plush I got for christmas as a child. Her pigtails are missing and her head is crocked (her head got ripped off in a sibling fight and my friend who had just learned how to sew from her grandma sewed her head back on for me making the plushie itself a symbol of friendship.)

My current obsession, Miraculous Ladybug, I love because I see myself in Marinette. She has anxiety, I have anxiety. I see the relationship between my husband and I in Marinette and Adrien. They're both oblivious dorks and so are we. But the biggest reason I love Miraculous is because I feel the way I felt the first time I watched Sailor Moon.

#xena warrior princess #danny phantom #kingdom hearts #team rocket #super metroid #sailor moon #miraculous ladybug #tldr: forming a personal connection with art

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1andxrea1tge1bisexual1here1 · 5 months

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HEADCANONS FOR TAKEO X LOONA and for @supersonictalan

1. Takeo Masaki and Loona often share quiet moments of reflection, bonding over their unique backgrounds and finding solace in each other's company.

2. Loona, the hellhound gf, secretly enjoys Takeo's serious and disciplined nature, finding a sense of stability in his honorable character.

3. Loona's sarcastic commentary lightens Takeo's demeanor, creating a balance between the serious warrior and the cynical hellhound.

4. Takeo is surprisingly sentimental, cherishing the moments Loona reveals a softer side. He treasures the vulnerability she shows, especially when looking at his childhood photos.

5. Loona, despite her tough exterior, has a weakness for Takeo's genuine kindness, and she secretly adores cuddling with him during quiet evenings.

6. Takeo, being susceptible to illness, often finds comfort in Loona's company when he's under the weather, and her sarcastic comments turn surprisingly caring.

7. Loona has a knack for bringing a smile to Takeo's face, even in the intense world of the IMP agency. He appreciates her ability to inject humor into their lives.

8. Takeo and Loona's relationship becomes an anchor for both, providing stability and warmth amidst the chaos of their respective roles at the agency.

9. The IMP agency becomes witness to the heartwarming dynamic between Takeo and Loona, as they bring a touch of love and humanity to their unconventional workplace.

10. The couple's discreet moments of affection, like making out on Edward Richtofen or Tank Dempsey's backs, become their playful way of defying the seriousness of their missions.

INCORRECT QUOTES

Takeo: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Loona: What- how?

Takeo: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

Loona: Look, last night was a mistake.

Takeo: A sexy mistake.

Loona: No, just a regular mistake.

Takeo: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Loona: Nope, there's 26.

Takeo: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Loona: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Takeo: You'll get the D later ;).

Dempseys reaction to Takeo and Loona making out on his back

#edward richtofen #tank dempsey #takeo maskai #loona helluva boss #Takeo x Loona

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philadelphia97 · 5 months

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About Crammonit Clan Pt 1.:

These next few blogs are some introduction information about my fan-made gargoyle Clan, Crammonit Clan that I thought I would share with you all.

General Information:

I'd like to tell you a little about the Crammonit Clan itself since their way of life is a little different from most other Gargoyle clans we’ve met in canon. I will be talking about clan rankings, including Philadelphia's mother since the prologue will feature her, I will also talk about the code they follow in their clan that they have set, about their home castle of Crammonit as well as the clan's history (just like how the Manhattan Clan's backstory is told in the show, I figured I'd do a blog for this story that is somewhat similar and explains how the Philadelphia and her clan-mates that came with her (mostly her rookery siblings) after her mother heard of the success that the Manhattan Clan had in New York.

Code of the Clan:

Being also a Warrior Cats fan I was inspired by that series to write a set of unique clan based rules that Philadelphia and her clan mates follow from the moment they are born as in this clan the females have unique genes that allow them to give birth rather than lay eggs like other clans do (I’ll talk more about this in a bit) meaning that hatchlings learn these unique rules known as The Code of The Clan by these gargoyles. They were created by the founding members of the clan, one being Philadelphia’s ancestor.

1. Defend your Clan-mates, even with your life. The safety of all members of our clan is a top priority. There are gargoyle hunters that seek harm to us and the best ways we can survive is if the clan works together.

2. Hatchlings must be cared for first and foremost. Unlike most neighboring clans, we believe that parental bonding is vitally important. Therefore it is the duty of any gargoyle mother to care for their hatchling. The Clan must still help mother gargoyles care for their young. Mothers may also choose to raise their hatchlings together and care for other hatchlings, especially if a mother is absent when their hatchling needs attended to. It is still the duty of the entire clan to raise the next generations so everyone else must also pitch in.

3. A second in command must be 40 years old in order to be officially named leader of the clan. A leader that is looking to retire may dub a younger gargoyle as their second in command the leader but an official ceremony will not take place until he or she is 40 years old. This is because it allows the second in command of our clan, particularly if they are young to learn about the responsibility of their role in the clan.

4. When appointed the second in command of Crammonit Clan must keep a lone, silent vigil over the castle during the first night they are chosen. This is so that the new second in command can really take in their role and also insures the clan that they can be trusted to keep watch for any threats. Especially when a threat comes that might require younger gargoyles to hide themselves from catching sight of an enemy ahead of time would give them the chance to do so. Often times second in commands will learn the burden of serving their clan this way and thinking of the entire clan as their own hatchlings just as a leader often sees.

6. A gargoyle cannot be named the second in command unless they are at least 17 years of age in gargoyle years. This insures that particular gargoyle in question has time to mature and take the role they are given seriously.

7. A gargoyle may choose a mate from a different clan since Crammonit Clan has always had a larger majority of females. However, their loyalty must remain with this clan. One day your mate may choose to join which is also accepted as it can help bring clans of gargoyles together.

8. The second in command will become the next clan leader when the leader dies or retires.

9. After the death or retirement and the promotion of the second in command happens. The new leader (wether dubbed or ceremonially named depending on age) must choose a new second in command a month after they are appointed to their position. This must be done before sunrise the last day of that month.

10. No gargoyle can neglect a hatchling in pain or danger, even if the hatchling may be from a neighboring clan of gargoyles.

11. An honorable gargoyle does not need to kill other gargoyles (or humans for that matter if they intend on harm) to win battles, unless it is necessary for self-defense.

12. Each gargoyle has the right to be proud and independent but in times of trouble for humans (or fellow gargoyles) they must forget about their boundaries and fight side by side to protect both humans and gargoyles (or in the case of all gargoyles to protect the species) alike. Each gargoyle must help others (or humans) so that neither gargoyles nor humans will fall.

13. There are gargoyles in the clan whose duty it is to heal other gargoyles when their wounds are too serious to be healed by stone hibernation. These gargoyles may not have mates or hatchlings unless the Clan absolutely needs them to so that these gargoyles can focus on healing gargoyles equally.

14. Hatchlings must stay in the rookery until they are at least 10 years old (in gargoyle years). This way they can develop a strong bond with both their mother as well as their rookery siblings. Our rookery is also a safe place for hatchlings to learn to walk both on all fours and on two legs, speak and glide since the flooring in the rookery caverns is actually soft. Hatchlings will also learn how to fight here from both their mother's and playing with their rookery siblings.

15. It is mainly the job of a hatchling's mother to teach her hatchling the basics of being a gargoyle such as fighting, flight and walking as well as to pass down stories of past gargoyles. Father’s of the hatchlings of course can help teach their hatchling the basics as well as it makes the bond between the family stronger which in this clan is very important.

16. The leader must have a small council of clan members that stand by him or her in order to help the leader make critical decisions for the clan.

17. A new leader must go through a ceremony in order to be officially declared leader of Crammonit Clan.

18. A new leader may also choose to name new royal council members if he or she wishes.

19. After the official appointment of the new leader, the new leader must choose at least two gargoyles to be his or her royal guards for if and when a very serious situation occurs where the leader might need assistance.

20. A healer may be chosen to be part of the royal council.

21. A hatchling must be given a name by the time the next full moon happens depending on when they were born. This way other gargoyles may be able to tell each other apart. Usually a mother will pick a name for the hatchling based on either surrounding towns and cities however the mother can also choose to give their hatchling a name they believe fits their hatchling's personality. Other gargoyle clans around the world may not be given names unless they are dubbed by humans but in this clan receiving a name is just as important as guarding the castle and protecting humans that continue to seek our help.

22. A gargoyle in this clan must help any other monster-like creatures (ex. Mutates) in need. They have a right to be here just as much as a gargoyle does and therefore a gargoyle in our clan must treat other monster-like creatures with respect and do what they can to help. Even if that means giving them a place to stay.

23. A younger gargoyle should not challenge an older one in a way of violence as the older a gargoyle in our clan is usually stronger and far more experienced then younger ones. This prevents injury to either side of the conflict.

24. When a clan member dies, it is the duty of a leader to honor the gargoyle, this way a gargoyle's spirit can truly move onto the Clan of Endless Harmony peacefully.

25. If a gargoyle pulls an act that endangers the clan's well-being, breaks any of the other codes or does a violent thing against a clan member, the leader or second in command do have the right to admit some form of punishment. These punishments are to be carried out only by the leader or second in command as it is their duty to ensure the safety of all their clan mates.

History of Crammonit Clan:

This clan originated from South America and more specifically Colombia. The Crammonit Clan was first established in the year of the 5th century. The original gargoyles helped the humans in South America settle disputes and as a reward for their services, the humans gifted the gargoyles Castle Crammonit and vowed that the land surrounding it was to belong to the gargoyles. Since then the ancient gargoyle leader, Sumabu (who was also Philadelphia's ancestor being her great-great-great grandmother) decreed with her original small council comprised of Monologo, Emado, Kukae, Ceyla, Hara and Rulrea the Code of Crammonit Clan. At the time the clan was made up of only a dozen gargoyles which comprised of nine female gargoyles and three male gargoyles and at the time of the start of our story, that is still the case even though now there are twenty five females and thirteen males which still leaves the females as the majority but still more males then in the past not to mention the number of gargoyles in the clan has risen dramatically from when the Clan first originated. Sumabu also believed that the bond between a mother and her hatchling should not be severed and because of that she specifically created the codes relating to care of the hatchlings of the clan. Believing that even though it was still the responsibility of the whole clan to raise their young that it was mostly up to the care of their mothers to raise and teach the hatchlings about the world that was in store. Ever since that was decreed the bonds between a hatchling and their mother are rarely severed in this clan. In this clan, the older a gargoyle the stronger they are and more experienced in their fighting techniques they have which means that if a younger gargoyle attempts to challenge an older one, the older one usually gets the better hand so it's better that gargoyles in the clan don't do this in order to avoid injuries to both sides of a conflict where a fight could happen. Unlike the rest of the gargoyle clans around the world, Crammonit Clan has been the only known clan to not lay eggs and instead give birth to their hatchlings like a human would while still referring to them as hatchlings. Female gargoyles of this clan usually give birth around the same time a hatchling in another clan would hatch considering that the females don't show signs of pregnancy until their tenth year. For a human standpoint this would be their equivalent to three or four months considering that when the hatchlings are born, they are the size of a normal gargoyle hatchling. The nine years prior to showing and giving birth, a mother gargoyle's main focus is to retain enough nutrients for herself and her future hatchling. During this period and especially during the year the hatchling will be born the mother gargoyle may display more heightened emotions and become more aggressive if they feel themselves or their hatchling is in danger. Other heightened emotions may include sadness, anger, worry (particularly about their mate) and fear just to name a few but these may very depending on the female gargoyle. Once a female gargoyle from this clan gives birth to their hatchling, the hatchling will be kept in the clan's rookery for ten years until the mother believes she has taught her hatchling everything they need to know to survive and be a gargoyle as well as depending on the dangers that may be around since mother gargoyles of this clan are fiercely protective of their young from the moment they are born (given that for the first two to three months the mother will spend a majority of her time in the rookery with her hatchling which develops a strong bond between them, something that has only really been seen in this clan) and they rather not put their hatchling's life in danger. Usually for the first few months a mother gargoyle may only allow her mate or any other females who recently had or are close to having their own hatchlings near the newborn hatchling due to her protective nature (obviously this depends on what the female is comfortable

#disney gargoyles #my ocs

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warriorsbutnotreally · 2 years

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February Types Of Love - Warrior Cats Challenge

for the month of February I want to do types of love and specifically draw some of my favorite Warrior Cats characters with it and I'm posting this to invite you all to do the same with the same prompts.

these specifically will be exploring different types of love, love tropes, etc. Some are meant to be platonic, some are meant to be for family, and some are just straight up romantic love.

I also just wanted an excuse to draw and if you're also looking for an excuse to draw [or write if you don't wanna draw/can't draw], here it is;

1. Self Love

an obvious one, to love one's self. can be for a character that already expresses self love or one you wish deserved to feel like, in the narrative, that they are worthy of loving themselves

2. Friendship

another easy one; your favorite friendship in the books, even if it's one where you have to really read between the lines

3. "Best Friends"

"and history will say they were best friends" even though all signs point to these cats being in love

bit of a play on how straight people try to rewrite gay history

4. Healing Together

can be romantic, platonic, etc. just two [or more] cats who went through hell and are leaning on each other for support as they recover [either physically, emotionally, or both]

5. Parent & Child

the love a parent has for their child is strong and this day is for celebrating your favorite parent with their child [or children]

6. Friends To Lovers

a sadly overlooked, but sweet trope, friends to lovers celebrates people who were already close becoming even closer, while still being the best of friends

7. Platonic

any non-romantic, non-familial love

8. Fake Love Turned True

or "we pretended to get married/date and we're now in love"

9. Soulmates

another classic trope where they're pieces of a missing whole brought together

10. Love Triangle / Three Way Love

and either/or situation; if you have a favorite love triangle, you can go with that one. if not, then you're free to choose a relationship that consists of specifically three characters

11. Siblings

when siblings have a strong bond, it's nearly impossible to break. this day is for celebrating those who are siblings by chance and best friends by choice

12. Familiar Love

can be platonic or familial, but it's a strong bond, kinship, and familiarity between people. non-romantic.

13. Polyamorous

love beyond the boundaries of monogamy

14. Childhood Best Friends

platonic or romantic, but a bond between those who grew up together for as long as either of them could remember

15. Shy Affection

a small touch, a simple look, a flustered smile - a love that makes you weak in the knees and can turn the brave meek

16. Rivals To Lovers

a competitiveness turns to a strange, yet powerful love

17. Selfless Love

a love for those around you that doesn't just stop at those close, but a care for the well-being of all.

18. The One That Got Away / One-Sided

another either-or; it could be a love that slipped away to someone else, or love that stays hidden as the other watches the center of their affection without letting them know how they feel

19. Forbidden Love

technically you can do a forbidden relationship for any of these, but this one is specifically for forbidden love

20. Star-Crossed

love that was meant to be - maybe even one that felt like destiny

21. Finding Love Again

after the pain of either being scorned, losing a loved one, or being burned by a flame too bright, this is for a character finding that they can find a second chance in love

22. Showering With Gifts

admittedly not my cup of tea, but some love languages can be spoken through sharing or giving to one's partner

23. "High School" Sweethearts

high school in quotes cause it's more of a mutual apprentice crush that turned into a relationship after the two got colder

24. Playful Love / "Puppy Love"

a soft and childish love filled with affection - a honeymoon phase that never ends because they fall in love each time they see each other

25. Soft Love

laying in silence, enjoying each other's company, little whispers but nothing too loud. cuddling together, letting the warmth of your partner[s] overtake you and just being happy they're there.

26. Adorned With Flowers

very specifically chosen for flower language. flowers that perfectly describe a relationship or, at least, the two characters in the relationship. flower crowns optional.

27. "Don't Go"

can be sad or bittersweet or even just someone needing to wake up to go on patrol, it's love in which when one party doesn't want to see the other one go

28. "I Adore You"

adoration of any kind - from a powerful love to a deep respect. no matter the type of feelings, it's devotion until the end.

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if you follow along, feel free to tag me in the posts! I'd love to see what you do! All I ask is to respect my blacklist and not tag me in anything that's listed there.

also if you're doing it as well, you're free to choose between canon or OCs or even both

either way, I have some designs I need to get done before next month comes around so this blog may be a little quiet fdsakh

#warriors #warrior cats #art challenge #writing challenge #either way #you can do whatever makes you happy #i had to check how many days were in this february #cause admittedly #i forgot #i don't keep track of leap years

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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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𝑅𝐸𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅

PART ONE

𝙇𝙊𝙆𝙄 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Bored after staying on Asgard your entire life, you decide to sneak on earth. But what happens when Steve falls irrevocably in love with you, the Queen of Asgard, wife of Loki.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: yandere, obsession, death, violence, cursing, manipulation. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ

As you know my previous account got deleted and therefore I have to post this again... Hope you guys like it!

SERIES MASTERLIST || MASTERLIST

You sat reading a book in the ethereal gardens of the Palace, with your back pressed against a tree. Loki had brought that book from Midgard. You loved reading, and Loki always got you books from all over the nine realms. That’s how you had bonded in the very beginning.

As you read the book, you had a feeling you already knew what was going to happen, as if you had already read it. So, you closed it and stared at the grand garden before you. Filled with plethora of flowers, the sweet smell diffusing in the air, the palette of colors pleasing the eye.

“Do you need something?” Your maid asked. You shook your head, “I don’t, and even if I needed something I would take it myself.” You gave her a smile at that.

You were the daughter of a common farmer; you were independent since your birth. You had a habit of doing everything by yourself and even despite it being years since marrying Loki, you still couldn’t quite get adjusted to maids. They weren’t servants for you, they were your friends. Your humility and intelligent was something Loki had fallen head over heels for.

The entire Asgard was happy and wonderfully surprised when Loki had announced that he would be marrying you. A common girl with barely any powers was marrying the God of Mischief and the king of Asgard; that had generated quite the rumors, some even thought it was one of his pranks. Even you were worried, but Loki had chased all your worries away.

Despite Thor being the elder brother, Loki had been crowned as the king. Though Thor was powerful and had immense strength, he neither wished to be the king, nor did he have the time to be one. He was rather busy with Midgard and thus Loki had taken the mantle.

When it came to you, even despite being the God of Lies, Loki never lied. He was the best husband you could ask for. Taking your opinions in consideration, asking for your help, cherishing you, loving you more than anybody else. He didn’t rule Asgard alone, no, he ruled Asgard alongside you.

You had changed him; from the selfish Loki whose heart was filled with vengeance, you had made him into a noble and beloved king. But still he never stopped pulling pranks on you, and you took it just as lightly. He was still very mischievous at his heart and you had accepted him with all he brought along.

There was just one thing he didn’t allow: you visiting Earth. And that was only because he was worried for you. The people of Midgard had not taken his attack lightly, and they were still very much furious. Though they were now on good terms, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. You were his everything.

And visiting Earth at least once was one of the only things you wanted. Literally everyone had been to Midgard except you. Even Loki and definitely Thor frequented Midgard, but not you. Once a month you both used to come to that topic and he would brush you off, promising you to take somewhere else. And that maybe fueled your need to go to Midgard even more.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” When you heard his sweet yet authoritative voice, you smiled softly. Lost in thoughts you hadn’t even noticed he was sitting beside you. You inhaled deeply, “I was thinking about the forbidden fruit. I was thinking what would go wrong if I went to Midgard. Just once Loki, just once. That’s the only thing I ask of. I’ve heard the Earth is circular, unlike Asgard!” You asked giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Now my beloved, how many times, huh? How many times do I have to list the reasons why you shouldn’t visit Midgard. I won't be able to live if something happens to you. I will go insane, there won’t be a point in living.” He gently took your chin between his fingers and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I know Loki, I love you too. But aren’t your relations with Earth better now? And Thor goes there all the time and so do you! And I have powers Loki!” You had the powers of making anyone reveal the truth. You were a rarity; a commoner with powers. Your ability to extract truth was really an ace at your side while ruling Asgard.

“We don’t know if someone is holding any grudge. I can’t risk it. Ask me anything, I will search the entire universe for it and bring it upon your feet. Just not Earth. Now I don’t want to ruin such a perfect day by arguing with you.” Before you could speak further, he shut you with a kiss.

As you both laid in each other embrace, you got lost in the abyss of his eyes. “Oh Loki, do you know how much I love you?” With eyes full of mischief, “Well you do know a certain way to show your love, my beloved wife.” He quipped.

~~~

Today Thor was leaving for Midgard. And at the same time, you had made your plans to sneak. You had started wondering if Loki had a mistress there, well what else could be his reason for not permitting you to visit Earth.

One part of the plan was already in action. You had shared your concerns with Heimdall. He had been awfully quiet but when you had pleaded and asked of it as a favor for his Queen, he had agreed. On the condition that you would return within 3 days, or else he would pull you back to Asgard. You had happily agreed.

The plan was simple, while he would transport Thor, you would go too, you just had to stand close enough to Thor. All excited, you got ready in the best of your clothes. You knew they didn’t dress like this on Midgard, but you had an impression to make as the Queen of Asgard.

The dark green silk robe complimented your emerald wedding ring; you wore button earrings and connected them to your hair clip with chains. You let your hair down but not without braiding few locks of hair; your right index and ring fingers were adorned with your best rings. You wanted to wear your crown, but decided it would be too much for Midgardians; after all you were going there for vacation, you had no plans of ruling earth.

Not many were there to say goodbye to Thor, the Prince travelled very frequently. You were glad that today neither Loki nor the warriors were there. “Goodbye Thor, have a safe journey!” You said as you stood a little too close to him. It was your signal for Heimdall to transport you to Midgard. “Thank you, sister...” before Thor could complete his sentence, you were both sucked into the wormhole.

~~~

It was a.... cool experience to say at least. To be honest, you had no idea. You had kept your eyes closed through half of the journey, and you had probably screamed your throat dry. You did travel through the Bifrost at times but Loki always held you tight. Today though you were spinning all by yourself in the rainbow tunnel. Thank the Norns, it was over faster that you expected.

As Thor landed gracefully in the Avengers compound, you landed straight on your ass and skidded halfway across, bruising you elbow and knuckles.

Thor’s voice boomed aloud, as you tried to get up rubbing your aching ass, “Oh dear Sister! Are you alright?” He said as he helped you get up, “Well, Heimdall didn’t tell me how to land.” You tried to lighten the mood.

“There must have been some mistake. Don’t worry I’ll call Heimdall to send you back.” He said softly while rubbing your elbow as he began praying to Heimdall.

“Uhh, well Thor, that’s not needed. And this... this wasn’t an accident at all. I kind of made a deal with Heimdall and he sent me here...” Thor’s eyes widened with shock and what you thought was anger. You had never ever seen Thor get angry at you, ever. And you were truly scared now.

Thor and you were best of friends. It was as if you two were siblings, not Thor and Loki. As you looked at him now, you knew you had truly screwed up. You knew your decision would anger Loki, but his anger you could handle. You weren’t quite sure about it with respect to Thor.

“You did what? You aren’t supposed to be here! You are going back to Asgard before anyone sees you.” He held you by your elbow and it hurt like hell. “But Thor,...” you tried pleading. Maybe you had not guessed the extent of your family’s anger correctly and you knew you were going to pay for it badly.

“I wasn’t asking you.” He said in an impersonal tone. “You need to understand this is for your own good.” You were tired of listening to the same thing over and over again for so many years. And you finally snapped.

“Tell me the truth Thor! I know that’s not the only reason, why don’t you people want me to come here? Does... does Loki have a mistress here? Huh? I’m so sick of listening to you people give me all kinds of stupid reasons to keep me away from here! You know, if maybe you had not reinforced the fact that I’m not allowed to visit Midgard again and again, then maybe I wouldn’t be so obsessed with coming here.” You couldn’t hold your tears back.

“It’s not what you are thinking, trust me sister, Loki only loves you. But we need to go now and don’t use your powers on me.” You snatched your hand away from him. He was correct in guessing your intentions, you were going to use your powers on him to make him say the truth. But his anger held you back. After all, he was your family, and this visit to earth was just three days long.

“There’s one catch; you can’t take me back. I told you, I’ve made a deal with Heimdall. It includes that He won’t open the Bifrost for me to leave Earth until the evening of the third day!”

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The Avengers were all gathered in the briefing room. Thor was coming back and they needed to discuss an important upcoming mission. As Steve stood telling everyone about the mission, they could hear the tell-tale noise of the rainbow tunnel as they called it.

Tony yawned loudly and stood up from his chair, he was least bit interested in the meeting and just wanted to get out. “Thor is here. We should go meet him.” He said stretching. Steve rolled his eyes, while Nat and Clint got up.

“We can continue, Thor knows where to come.” Steve interjected. “I guess Tony is right on this one.” Wanda said shrugging. Before they could continue, they heard the noise of Thor and a lady arguing. Her voice was vaguely familiar.

“Let’s go!” Tony said excitedly as he hoped to get a little more spice on this dull day. Reluctantly even Steve joined the entire group as they walked outside. Thor was facing them and from his gestures even they knew he was truly angry. The lady had her back to them, her golden magic swirling around her hand, showing her anger and annoyance at Thor. She was dressed in the finest fabric.

Thor stood still and suddenly stopped fighting as he saw literally all of the Avengers looking at the two of them with keen interest. You saw his stunned and somewhat worried expression, so before he could stop you whipped your head around.

The moment you turned, Steve’s heart stopped in his chest. He couldn’t believe his eyes. This was not true; this couldn’t be true. You were just like in his dreams, if not more beautiful. Your eyes pulled him in like sirens calls. Your voice a sweet balm on his heartache. You looked like a goddess, and he was sure you were one. But, how could you possibly be here? So very real, standing in front of him in all your grace, just as if to taunt him.

You tilted your head in confusion, all of them, literally all of them were staring at you as if they had seen a dead person walk out of the grave. “Uh, well, you must be the Avengers I’ve heard so much about! It was rude of us to fight out here, and I apologize for the commotion. Let me introduce myself, I’m Y/N, The Queen of Asgard and the wife of the beloved King Loki.”

As you said the words, all of the Avengers’ eyes widened with confusion, as fear and anger gripped their hearts.

#chris evans #tom hiddleston #mcu #marvel #loki #steve rogers #loki x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x you #steve rogers x you #steve rogers series #loki series #steve rogers x y/n #loki x y/n

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