#freya writes

[simping-writting-mess]

Furina is the type of friend who helps you run through all your closet in order to find the best outfit for a date. After all, she knows what would make Neuvillette speechless.

[voidedleylines]

FFXIV Write 2024 Day 3: Tempest

In which a captive gets bold and meets a familiarity.

Rating: G || No CWs apply || Mention of ShB location || FFXIV OC & Hythlodaeus

Enjoy :'))))))

The Tempest was the only “home” Flienn has really known, but it does not mean it is a happy knowledge.

It’s come with rules and regulations and a freedom that is only surface level, for Emet-Selch was a strict but, and they’ll admit, not a wholly unkind caretaker. There were parts they were never to go towards and he’d know before the thought even crossed their mind. It was a frustrating existence and as they stare out their bedroom window, one of the most forbidden places is in their view. They take in a deep breath and close their eyes. Making a choice they dart up and leave without another moment of hesitation.

They head over to the big imposing building in a sea of big imposing buildings and can’t help the double takes they make over their shoulder. It all feels too easy now, as they haven’t even seen Emet-Selch in almost a moon. Even still, there’s a pit in their stomach as they step inside; somewhat surprised to feel the door open so easily.

They look around and see much of the same shades that linger in this godsforsaken place go about their days. There is nothing here that seems to warrant such a fervent need to keep them out as he has. It’s all very mundane and just…normal. They purse their lips together and think how stupid this all was when-

“Oh hello. Are you lost, little one?” a voice cuts through their thinking.

They jump and turn to see a shade dressed simply just like all the others. Its head is cocked to the side in what feels like an almost friendly manner.

Flienn smiles and shakes their head, “No-no I am fine thank you. Um…” they hesitate. There was something about this shade specifically that feels foreign yet familiar. They take an involubtary step closer. “Do you know what this place is?” They finish. Voice smaller now, so much they wonder if it even heard them.

The shade’s head cocks even further as it considers its answer. “Hm…curious. Why this seems to be the Bureau of Architecture. Or the copy of it.”

“Copy…” they repeat; emotions turning back towards confusion.

“Do you not know what this place is, little one,” the shade says.

Flienn shakes their head again; looking towards the ground now. “I’m not…I’ve never been allowed near this place and I was trying to understand why.”

The shade straightens at that and for a moment fear strikes them. They’ve shown their hand too early and now they’re caught. They brace for an impact that never comes, as instead the shade brings its hand up to its mouth and…appears to laugh, though no sound of the sort comes.

“How very very curious of Emet-Selch. He has ever been aloof, even now it seems.”

“You knew him then? Before…whatever happened,” they ask in a rush.

It was a frustrating blindspot. The reality that they didn't know how they even came to be, or why they haven’t aged past 19 summers. They aren’t even sure how long they’ve been stuck in this place but it’s been a long, long time.

The shade goes back to cocking its head, “I did. I have. But I am…I am not like you, little one,” it explains.

There’s no time for any other explanations before Flienn feels an aggressive pull away from the shade and the building and they’re back in their bedroom.

Emet-Selch stands there with a rare fury in his eyes. Silent and slouched as he always seems to be. He says no words as the anger in his eyes fades to indifference as he stares down at them. Flienn holds their ground as best they can, even has a knee jerk reaction to apologize. But no words come as he holds up a hand to silence them, and without another word he turns and leaves the room. The door slams behind him.

Flienn drops to the floor and brings their knees to their chest. Disappointment high in their throat.

[littlefreya]

What are your opinions on reading x reader fics while in a relationship? I'm asking several x reader writers, and you definitely don't have to answer if it's something you don't want to discuss

I see no issue with reading and writing fanfiction while being in a relationship.

[keepswingin]

Nova waits on the cusp of the beach with a stomach full of butterflies. They flutter hopelessly around, twisting her insides in a way she's grown familiar with whenever she dares to think about him, but this time feels different than the rest.

Her lips pull thinking back to the way he had asked her, fumbling hands and eyes that had no trouble meeting her own, even if he had nearly tripped over his own two feet in the process. She hadn't hesitated with her response, or the laughter that followed.

Which brings her to now, standing on the side of a beach they have claimed as their own, waiting for one fashionably late vampire. She's not sure what her mother would think if Nova had ever said such a thing aloud, but she hopes she would be proud at the very least, as she looks down and smooths down her top for the tenth time.

She's not wearing anything too special, lest her father find out that she wasn't just meeting up with some friends, but it sparkles enough under the slowly fading rays of the sun to make her eyes shine bright. She hopes her hair isn't too much when it's down like this, curling at her shoulders, and for a second, she worries that maybe she's too casual -

"Nova! Hey!"

-but everything she's worrying about fades away once she hears him call her name, those butterflies nearly taking her breath away. She turns to meet him just as he comes to a stop beside her, chest heaving a bit from the short jog he's made, and seems to freeze for a moment once he sees her, his eyes flickering, before they land on her face.

When he doesn't say anything, Nova begins to panic slightly. Maybe she did go over the top and should've asked one of the other elders for advice, or even someone else in the group that she had a grown a bit closer too. But she had always been the odd one out, and she was never good at asking for help.

She's fidgeting before she even realizes she is, but Victor is quick to reach out and catch her hand in his own, slipping their fingers together. "Sorry, you - you just look uh, you're - you look nice!" he sputters, and she could swear she sees his cheeks glow under the sunlight. "You look really nice."

She pretends that she can't feel her own blush. "Thanks," she whispers, attempting to duck her head, only to catch sight of what he's wearing. It makes her feel better to know that she wasn't the only one digging through her closet, the dress shirt he's wearing bunching up by the collar and moth eaten at the bottom corners. Her eyes linger on the black tie slung around his neck, tied crookedly. Victor catches her stare and lets go of her hand to reach up and pull at the tie with a dejected sort of look.

"I don't want to say how long it took me to get it to this point," he half jokes, something sad hiding underneath his tone.

Nova reaches over and brushes his hands out of the way. She doesn't have to undo it completely to get where she needs it to go, thanking the sun above that this was one summer lesson she didn't skip as she makes quick work of the suit tie, fixing it so that it no longer looks rushed or out of place.

She meets Victor's gaze as her hands rest on either of his shoulders for a long moment before falling back to her sides.

"Now you're out of my league," she says, the corners of her lips slipping into a soft smile. Victor laughs and shakes his head. He doesn't bother to put distance between them, and some small part of Nova hopes that it's because he doesn't want to.

"Never," he promises, teasing. "There isn't a league without you." His eyes flicker across her face again, and she swears they catch on her lips before he's reaching for her hand again, fingers grazing across the skin of her wrist. "I was thinking we could go get some froyo?"

"I would love that," she says, feeling too excited for her own good as she allows Victor to take her hand and lead her through the winding caves that lead to Shadyside.

It's surprising, almost, how similar the carved pathways are to that of her own cave. The same jagged dead ends, hasty carvings in a language she wants to learn someday, and enough darkness to swallow them whole. Unlike her own cave, there are no torches waiting to be lit by flame, and she finds herself pressed close to Victor as he guides them through the darkest part.

She's not scared of the darkness, but she is scared of the unknown and finds herself jumping when she hears something fly right past her head.

"It's okay," he tells her, fingers slipping around her wrist to pull her along. "It's just a bat."

Nova shivers but allows him to pull her forward, thankful when they turn and she sees moonlight shining through what must be the exit. "Do bats bite?" she finds herself asking and Victor seems to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

"Vargas was bitten once, but that was because he thought it would be smart to disrupt an entire cave of them." Nova makes a sound of alarm before she can stop it, and Victor chuckles and wraps an arm around her in return. "You don't have to worry with me though. I'll keep you bite-free."

He keeps her close until they reach the exit bathed in moonlight, and Victor only lets her go once he's sure she's okay as she finds herself staring at the entrance to a town she never thought she would ever get to see.

Victor steps forward to the side of her, grinning at her awe. "Welcome to Shadyside!" he says, waving his arm in a grand gesture as he does so. "I know it's not much, but it's home."

"Victor," Nova whispers, eyes flickering from neon signs to cobbled streets to buildings that hold more history than she's ever seen. "It's beautiful."

She turns to him as she says it and is nearly taken aback with the way he looks at her. He looks like he's about to say something before thinking better of it and beginning to walk towards the town. "Come on," he says. "Hopefully they aren't out of the best flavors yet."

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"You call these good flavors?" Nova can't help but ask as she peers down at different shades of red froyo, each with a name pertaining to a type of blood she knows nothing about. "What's the difference between Type A and B?"

"One tastes sweeter but they're both good I promise!" He looks excited as he says it, holding his own cup of something else red with a white spoon sticking out the top, and for as much as she trusts Victor, Nova isn't so sure she can stomach anything other than blood fruit on a good day.

She gives another quick glance to the flavors in front of her and tries not to glare at the empty spot that once held the blood fruit flavored froyo, sold out hours beforehand. She lingers on some of the lighter colors, before looking up and meeting eyes with the older vampire running the stand.

"Do you have anything that isn't um...red?"

She winces as she says it and then worries that maybe she's being rude, but the older vampire simply gives her a small smile before holding up a hand and ducking underneath the trays. When he returns to his full height he holds out a cup of white froyo with pink swirls.

"Vanilla infused with blood fruit," he tells her kindly as he hands it to her. Victor is already digging in his pockets for change, but before he can give him any the man is waving them away. "On the house. Enjoy."

"Thank you so much," Nova tells him, Victor doing the same with a smile, before taking her by the elbow and nodding towards the back of town.

"I have the perfect spot for us to eat," he promises, and Nova feels those butterflies flutter again as she nods and he brings them down one alley and then another, before flying them both up to a ledge no one else could reach. "This way," he says before taking a quick bite of his froyo and continuing on, until he flops down on the edge of a piece of stone that looks far older than the both of them.

Nova hesitates as she looks between the stone and how high up they are from the ground, her feet rooting her in place, froyo cold in her hands. Victor looks over his shoulder when she doesn't immediately sit down next to him and quickly scrambles back to his feet, leaving his own froyo forgotten on the stone behind him.

"Hey, it's safe, I promise. Are you...are you scared of heights? If you are I'm sorry, I didn't know I wasn't even - thinking, we can go somewhere else if you want, or back to the beach or - "

"It's - It's okay." Nova finally says, forcing the words through the unsteady feeling in her chest. "I've just...it's pretty high, but I trust you, Victor." She forces her eyes away from over the edge and back to his face, and it's funny almost, how fast the climbing anxiety in her chest lessens just by looking at him. "I really do. Trust you."

Victor's smile could light up all of Shadyside. He walks over to her and holds out his hand. She takes it and keeps her eyes on him as he gently coaxes her forward and toward the stone edge.

"No different than flying with me, right?" he tells her after they're both sitting, legs swinging over the edge.

The words succeed in tugging a laugh free from her chest as he finally lets go of her so that he can pick up his froyo. Nova's shoulder presses firmly against his as he digs in, and she follows, grabbing her own spoon and taking a tentative bite.

"Victor," she says, around another mouthful of froyo. "This is amazing. The best thing I've ever eaten."

Victor smirks, sneaking a glance over at her. "Better than blood fruit?"

"Almost," she admits, and they both laugh at that, before settling into a comfortable silence of froyo and each other's company. Shadyside looks eternal from where they're sitting, buzzing lights and soft color. So many people out and about, like the night will never end.

Nova glances over at Victor. Windswept hair, a perfectly knotted tie, lips set in a gentle sort of smile that she thinks could drive her crazy one day, and froyo stuck to the side of his mouth.

She'd roll her eyes if it was anyone else. But it's far from anyone else.

Nova turns her body towards him, leaving her empty cup on the stone beside her before reaching out to him. He freezes when her thumb presses against the corner of his lip, carefully wiping the dessert away.

"You left behind some froyo," she whispers.

"Oh," Victor mumbles. "Thanks."

Her thumb lingers there, against his skin. When she goes to remove it, Victor reaches up and catches her hand, guiding it over so that she cups his cheek instead. They're close. Nova stares into his eyes like they tell every story she's never heard, and Victor doesn't once look away.

She doesn't know how long they stay like that, circling each other's gravity, and she doesn't know who moves first. All she knows is that the small distance between them is suddenly gone, and she is kissing Victor and he is kissing her back, and all at once, everything finally feels right.

[warblingmoss]

thinking about post camlann mergwen...

they had the potential for romance, once. before everything. before everything started changing, went wrong, before their stations in life made them the closest of friends then pulled the tide that drifted them apart.

before they changed, too.

they both lost so much, gained and lost everything. their first loves, their best friends, the shared love of their lives, and it's all they can do to cling to what he built; to preserve his legacy.

so they let themselves embrace that "what if," of so many years past, to find comfort in one another. because merlin held arthur's attention in ways guinevere did not, even as she wanted to, and gwen held arthur's heart in a way merlin never did, even as he wanted to. and they are both the closest thing the other has to holding him again.

[almostfoxglove]

I wish you would bless us by writing a lil drabble about Javi

You two dated but you got sent back to the states and he had to stay in Columbia. You go back after a year and pick up where you left off and it's sweet and lovely because so much happened to him in that year

✉️ I wish you would write...

HI HONEY BEE omg. okay. listen. you know how I feel about javi & angst but also javi & love so HEAR ME OUT HERE OKAY, JUST STICK WITH ME. I'm gonna have to pop this under a cut because I've never once in my life been concise.

let's say you're the same girl javier falls for first,

and you used to work at the us embassy, one floor below his desk. spent your days with your head down and no small number of nights waiting up after javier called, telling you he was on his way. you only ever got twenty minutes warning, tops. often less. sometimes you wondered if he'd called you from the car, like he'd taken off toward you apartment before remembering to tell you he was coming.

for a year, you fucked on and off as his job or interest allowed. for you it was the perfect, pressure-free release. for javier, it was torture. having you like that, taking you apart as you unraveled him, always plagued by this nag at the base of his skull, greedy and vicious, that wanted more. he thought you'd eventually ask him to stay the night, or ask him for coffee, breakfast, anything, but you never did.

then your dad got sick. or your mom? he doesn't know. all he knows is that one day he goes into work and on his casual, totally unrelated but necessary loop past your cubicle, you are gone. desk cleared off. that little photo frame of you and another girl—your sister, he always guessed—vanished. your coworker, when they catch him staring, says you had to leave. that someone is dying back home and you went back to be with them while you could.

he nods, maybe grunts, and is gone, a cigarette already lighting itself in the cup of his hand. swallowing the bitter scorn he briefly feels rising in his throat that you didn't tell him shit. didn't even bother to say goodbye.

because you didn't have to, he thinks. he sure as hell hasn't told you shit about his life back in the states. so why the fuck should he care? why does he?

he doesn't have any way to contact you, but javier knows himself. he wouldn't call even if he did.

a year later, you return to colombia and cross the concrete slab outside the embassy. in your absence, escobar has died and the cali cartel has risen like cerberus in his place. you steel yourself as you approach the pewter steps, hoping you might slip back into the routine of the job you left behind without any fanfare. you don't want to explain your absence—you want to pretend it never happened. you just want to do your job.

but javier is smoking on the steps, and he sees you coming. and though neither of you ever really acknowledged each other at work in all the time you slept together—not even passing hellos—you watch in mild horror as he drops the cigarette from his hand, crushes it under his polished shoe, and stomps down the steps in your direction.

he looks different. you've never seen him in a tie, let alone a whole suit. your steps slow as his legs scissor the distance, crossing the courtyard as if nothing at all exists beyond the two of you. your frown doesn't phase him, your halting. nor the half-baked "what the hell are you—" that you get out before he's made it to you and yanks you against his chest.

he reeks of smoke and nerves. the only time you've felt the iron-grip of his embrace this tight is during particularly vigorous fucks, and they always, always unlatched the moment you were both done.

and yet javier is hugging you, tightly. out here in the open, with other people milling about, sometimes turning their heads to catch a sidelong glance at the man who mumbles into your hair, "m'sorry" with a strange awe in their eyes, like he's some kind of celebrity.

his voice, though, carries none of that vanity. he sounds throttled, ruined, wrecked. it is the shock, you think, that has you allowing this display. that has your arms cautiously, loosely wrapping around his waist, too stunned to process anything but a single question: what the hell happened to him.

you don't know what he's apologizing for. you don't know what strange, alternate dimension you've found yourself in. "javi—" you whisper eventually, arms slacking as if to pull away, but javier's grip only crunches tighter around your frame.

you aren't sure why your heart skips over itself.

you aren't sure why a little part of you, dazed as it might be, likes that he won't let go.

"hermosa," he mumbles, his breath hot in your hair. "m'sorry."

[xplore-the-unknwn]

The Core of the Planet of the Apes Franchise ft. Wes Ball (Director)

"Can Ape and Human live together? and I think what its really saying is Can two people who are different live together?"

Sci Fi’s purpose is always to question, test and challenge what we understand. And Planet of the Apes has always been a satire to the ego of humanity and their hunger for dominance. In a fictional world where Apes became the 'humans'/sentient intelligent species and men are likened to beasts. What kind of world will that look like? What kind of dynamic or relationships can that bring? and the Franchise has always been about asking that question.

Now enter our new main characters. Wes said the focus of the new movies will center around Noa and Mae’s very unique dynamic. A girl and a sentient ape both different but both similar in doing what they can to protect their loved ones.

and there’s nothing wrong if you get curious with how their relationship will develop. Is that something heinous? to root for a dynamic that can greatly influence the fictional world they live in?

tbh thats what the film WANTS- Make you curious. ASK THE QUESTIONS IT WANTS ASKED.

Peak storytelling. All I see is a Director smartly pinning the tension between these two main characters to further hook us to seeing more of the next films they’re making. A masterclass in creative writing too. With that we can ask the questions- If apes were sentient like humans how will we treat them? Who do we root for knowing human nature tends to be destructive? IF we understand each other’s differences can we learn from each other and live side by side? Circling back to the question-

Can Ape and Human live together?

And those questions will be answered through THEM- Noa and Mae.

Theres a-lot of importance in their dynamic and the future that they’ll bring with it. Will it be tragic or hopeful?

See, it intriguesss.

and thats Sci Fi’s purpose. That’s the Planet of The Ape’s message.

Also with the fandom ship or not ship yall just ENJOY this franchise and let its underlying messages speak to you. Thats what the filmmakers and actors behind this film would want too (I feel for them sm and see the passion to get this done and I just want to VOICE out that this beautiful movie and the characters they worked hard on are greatly appreciated)

[samwisethewitch]

Book Review: Freya: Meeting the Norse Goddess of Magic by Morgan Daimler

I just finished a reread of this book and realized I've never talked about it on this blog, even though it ties into a lot of my content.

I've talked about my relationship with Freyja here before. She is the deity I have worked with most consistently in my personal practice, and she's been a strong presence in my life since I was a child. Even before I was interested in witchcraft or paganism, I was drawn to stories and images of Freyja.

Unfortunately, quality books about Freyja are hard to find in English. A lot of the wonderful work being done by Scandinavian scholars and heathens is only available in their native languages. A lot of English-language resources are either very academic and prohibitively expensive, or they are books about goddess worship more generally that only mention Freyja on a few pages. Freyja, Lady, Vanadis: An Introduction to the Goddess by Patricia M. Lafayllve is a pretty good beginner's resource, but it's only available in paperback, which can be a barrier for some readers.

All of this is to say, I was very excited when Morgan Daimler put out this book. I've talked about how much I love Daimler's work before on this blog -- I think they do really great research AND do a really good job of making all that information accessible for a beginner. I have several of Daimler's books on Norse and Irish deities, and all of them are resources I reference often in my practice.

This book follows a similar formula to Daimler's other books on deities, like Odin or the Morrigan. Daimler presents Freyja's mythology, folklore, associations, and relationships. There is also an entire chapter dedicated to Freyja's connection to seiðr, which explains what seiðr is and why it is important in a very straightforward way. There is also an entire chapter dedicated to connecting with Freyja as a modern worshiper.

I like that Daimler includes a section at the end of each chapter about their own experiences with Freyja. I also like that they talk about the importance of actually experiencing the gods and trusting our experiences. It's easy to fall into the trap of thinking that anything that doesn't match up with primary sources is wrong, and I like that Daimler takes time to shoot down that idea.

I also really like that Daimler does not tell you how to interpret the lore. Daimler presents a story, explains the different ways it could be interpreted, and leaves readers to make their own conclusions. This is a style of teaching I try to use in my own work, and I love seeing it done well here.

If you know next to nothing about Freyja, I think this book is an excellent place to start. Everything you need to make that initial connection is here.

Even as someone who has worked with Freyja for years and done lots of my own research, I found a few things I didn't know here. This book also gave me a new perspective on certain aspects of Freyja's lore. This is why it's always great to compare notes with other people.

If you're interested in connecting with Freyja or just learning more about her, I highly, highly recommend this book!

[tomas-smoked-sasuage]

Out of this World

(Sun Wukong x GOW Freya! Reader)

WARNING: This shit might be cringe and stupid, violence, swearing (obviously), language barrier, reader might accidentally be out of character Freya, late post & poor writing (mb gng)

Bold and slanted words are Chinese speak (not written Chinese for those confused)

NOTE: I accidentally posted this... It was not my intention to post this, I was planning for next week but since some have already read this, I'll just add more to the story that I was planning to anyway, so if you read it already. More content! I guess... (Nov. 30, 2024)

REQUEST ARE OPEN AND LIST IS HERE

The veins in my brain spiked with pain, tapping and poking on my face in hoping I wake up. Opening my eyes, I see many small creatures in front of me. Sitting up, I scooted back but they statutes to run towards me. On my feet, I made my stance to attack.

“Falk-!” Before conjuring my spell, something landed in front of me. The creatures stopped running in front of me as they saw, a staff?

I walked and crouched down to the staff, examining it. I’ve never seen a staff of such a design. Before I could touch it, the staff moved before firing back, a hairy hand grasped the pole. Turning towards the individual, he see, he a bit flash in my opinion. He stood on top on branch of a tree, merely felt intimidated.

“Who are you?” He spoke, the language is not to my knowledge. He noticed my confusion and intimation. The pain from my head came back. I fell to my knees, feeling the sharpness of the twigs and sticks. I lost my consciousness as I heard a thump.

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"What do we do with her? She's clearly from the outside world." Erlang spoke, gazing upon you. Wukong walked from walking scoffing and scratching his head.

"The hell am I supposed to do? She landed on my mountain, clearly rude if you ask me." Erlang chuckled at Wukong who was clearly pissed that you landed on his mountain unattended and rudely. Or so he says.

Erlang continues to examine you, he saw your tattoos on your arms, wondering if there were like you. But you, he wonders what your tattoos mean.

"Her attire is uncivilized. She's a fighter, her markings on her arms and she's barefoot. She looks human, but her soul is not mortal." He brushed a few hair strands away from your face, getting a better look at your face and to see you have any injuries.

Wukong quickly turned towards Erlang, did he hear him correctly?

"Not mortal? What do you mean? No human can be immortal!? Are you certain?" He walked over to you. A disdain look he gave. Exactly who were you?

The moment later, guards forced their way into the room, causing you to wake up. You got up quick, grabbing at your sword but then realized they aren't there. You hold your stance as the guard aimed their spears at you.

Erlang and Wukong entered the room, and Erlang came forward slowly. His hands raised up, preaching for peace.

"Reframe from violence, we are not here to harm you " He spoke. You furrowed your eyes and tilted your head in confusion. Wukong scoffed and rolled his eyes. "See, she's stupid. Doesn't even understand what's going on."

"I don't think it's stupidity, she just doesn't stand our language. A common thing. We'll teach her our ways, if she seems troubling to the balance, kill her if you must. If she was not important in her homeworld, she wouldn't be important here."

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Years have passed by and you managed to learn their language, they saw you were already a fight but peaked your interest in teaching you to different techniques.

Wukong realized how smart you are but he still holds criticism towards you and likes to boast about his ego. Of course, you didn't pay too much mind to him.

As much as he hates to admit, he does not like seeing you with Erlang, he usually sees the both of you spar and how he looks at you. Even the praises that Erlang gives you makes him irritated.

You arrived at Mount Huaguo seemingly to drop something off for Wukong. The announcement of your arrival scurry the Monkey King off his throne. He hurried out, spotting you with the young one. You smiled and pet them as they brushed their heads against yours and your hands.

Up in a tree, Wukong was going to haul you off his mountain but seeing how gently you were with the young one, he just kept watching you. What seemed to be long enough, you asked the little ones for their king.

Wukong cleared his throat catching your attention. You set some of the infants down before bowing towards the Monkey King. "Your Majesty, I've come to-"

"Who are you?" He interrupted.

"Huh..." He left a bit speechless, but you answered.

"Not sure if it mattered but, Y/N. I fell in your mountain a few years back."

"I know who you are.." he rolled his eyes, scoffing a chuckle.

You let out a hum, you knew interacting with him wasn't going to be easy. Nor fun. "Well, alright. I have this scroll from the Celestial Court and-"

"The Court!?!" He then groaned, "Now what do they want?"

"They're expecting an answer for your return." You held out the scroll. Visibility to his sight.

Wukong looked at you with an uninviting gaze. He sighed before jumping off the tree, walking up to you. Taking the scroll from your hand and looking at you, you were slightly taller than him.

He opens the scroll reading it. You felt a land at your shoulder appearing an infant, you rubbed underneath its chin. Without notice, Wukong stole a few glances here and there of the scroll and you. Pretty amazing how the infants took a liking to you.

He cleared his throat, catching your attention again. He then tossed the scroll behind him rolling his head and turning away from.

"Tell them I still decline. I have a life here and I wish to keep it that way." You nodded before turning around, the infant jumped off your shoulder.

"But then there's you." You turned back around as he continued, "Why be so naive to work under the Court, you're an Outsider. They thought you once dumb, but your bright, smarter even, but this isn't your smartest run. You'll see eventually that Courts want nothing but a lapdog." He turns away from you.

"And what exactly do you get off of this? Why tell me?" He appears right in front of you, you stumbled back but he grabs your arm pulling you closer.

"The Court is not what they all seem. They seem wonderful and prideful, but they'll use you to their advantage. You're strong, so they'll use you at any change they'll get." He then laughed madly.

"Don't be a fool!" Jump from one tree to another, he disappeared.

Leaving you in question and wonder, you think more about the Monkey King after returning to the Court.

Here's this, as I said before, I was NOT wanting to post this until next week but somehow I posted it anyways. It was in my drafts since like Tuesday, so I don't know what happened today, but yeah, here's this. I might make a part two, if so do expect it to be good. I'm not too good or knee in writing, but I do my best. So if you are interested in this story, let me know. I'll make a part two. And yeah.

REQUEST ARE OPEN HERE!!

[simping-writting-mess]

So...I have been reading certain books with an.... interesting plot 👀

Lest just say I'm his little mouse xD

And I just got an idea

⚠️ Warnings: using a foreign object for the deed, dirty talk (degradation), consensual restriction

Minors stay away!!!

Enjoy!!

If there any incongruences in my defense I wrote this half sleep xD

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His wide back was inviting your fingers to mark him with your nails, just like his bites are at display on your skin as the proof of the situation you're in.

Pity that your hands are pinned to the mattress by just one of his hans while the other is occupied inserting the handle of his sword into you.

Wanting to tend to his injuries is what got you in this situation in the first place. At first everything was ok but one of his legs ended up between yours teasing your core and you couldn't help but bumping onto his strong tight, one kiss let to a heavy make out with his hands around your middle and now pinned to the bed receiving his brutal thrust and the handle of his sword.

"Focus, my little slut. Obey your master and maybe I'll give you a reward."

Blade moved the his sword increasing the pace and the angle making it his that special spot that makes you see the stars.

"Please! "

"No no kitten. Remember how you must address me when you want something, when I'm making you feel so good. I respond by just two names"

"B-blade~"

"Yes. What the other one babygirl?"

"ugh~" the moans and the pleasure clouded your mind making it difficult to think of anything else. Blade noticing this stoped the movement and took the handle out of you "No! Please!!"

"Come on kitten. Don't make me put my hands on your neck. My name sounds better when you are out of breath though."

"M~master"

"Good girl~" the sword filled you again in that angle making your body contort and you moans to loud enough to be heard outside.

"I'm....so..... close. Pleeeaaaeeee~"

"Say my name baby girl and maybe let you come"

Your disorientated eyes finally focus on his making a perfect eye contact where your lust and need for him was visible.

"B-blade please!! I need it!! I need you!"

"Fuck" before you could reach you peak the male took the handle about of you and in a quick move he unbuttoned his pants moving his underwear letting his hard on free just to shove all the way inside you making you come instantly.

"Now it's my turn" his lust drunk voice revive almost instantly the need for him wetting you more. Blade move your legs to wrap them around his hips deepening the intrusion. You use the position to wrap your arms around him to draw him closer to you having both your skins touvhing more not letting anything in between. His arms wrapped around you initiating the hard thrusts.

"Mine. You are mine!"

"B-blade! I'm cumming!! I can't!"

"Come for me little slut. Come for your master"

Your walls clenched around his cock letting his feel your orgasm and pulling him one into his felling you with his fluids.

After what felt like hour he released you and pulled out letting his cum leak from you. At the erotic sight the male pulled his cum inside you using his finger.

"Don't wasted this. It's could be useful for later. We are not finished after all."

[voidedleylines]

FFXIV Write 2024 Day 1: Steer

Happy new FFXIV Write year! Excited to be participating in my 2nd year of it :3

Without further ado...day 1!

Rating: G || No CWs apply || ARR setting || Thancred & Lahabrea

His body ached and twitched as he leaned along the wall in The Waking Sands. Every tireless moment was spent trying to break the shackles this Ascian had him trapped in. He needs to get control back so he can steer this wretched thing away from this place, away from Minfilia. Away from all the work they have done.

Already now this Lahabrea has caused catastrophic setbacks to the Scions and their mission; and he’s used Thancred’s own body to do it. It made his blood boil and there’s been sometimes now when the Acsian is too tired or missteps that he’s been able to push back and attempt to flee, but it never lasts long. Often caught along the outskirts of Ul’dah and forced to turn back around. But he sees each time as a small win and hopes- knows - each time would be closer to the last.

“Thancred?” a voice reaches out and he now realizes he’s standing in the Solar with Minfilia. Their newest recruit, an imposing figure with an even more imposing title of Warrior of Light, lingers behind her. Freyalin, her name was.

He’s nowhere near in control right now and he realizes in horror how unsafe this is. Quickly and with all the might his stubborn soul has he, he thrashes about. Reaching to gain any control back as he feels himself step forward.

“Thancred, a-are you alright?” Minfilia asks now. The warrior of light takes a step in between them; blue eyes calculated and cautious as they squint down at him.

In one last fit of defiance he’s able to stip his legs from moving.

“What’s your plan you bastard,” he screams out from inside, “you can’t just kill them unceremoniously like this. Surely it wouldn’t be fun for you.”

“I care not about ‘fun’,” the other voice rings out, the annoyance is clear and for a brief second as he takes his own step back Thancred feels smug.

“Apologies, m’lady I- I got lost in my head a moment,” he explains, painfully trying to convey the weight of that statement. “Do not let me keep you, apologies for interrupting,” he takes stock of the two of them and the slight blush of the Warrior of Light’s cheeks and wants to inquire further but the hold on himself is quickly slipping so he bows and leaves the room without another word.

He barely gets to his own private chambers before he’s shut away again. “Nuisance,” Lahabrea says aloud. “You would do well to give up the trite emotions that bind you here and let us bring back the time of eld.”

Thancred listens little to the prattle that happens as he now is too tired to care even a little of what this thing had to say now. Any energy left would have to be saved in case he found himself wandering back to the Sands and trying whatever that was again.

For now at least Minfilia was safe, and that would just have to do.

[perseephoneee]

four times we almost kissed and the one time we did (kol mikaelson x f!reader)

warnings: slight blood sharing, mostly frusteration

a/n: unfortunately for my sanity, i have fallen in love with kol. why? i couldn't tell you. the actor drives me up a fucking wall. but the character? i am down for bad. so here ya go. feel free to request more kol or over tvdu characters!!

↳ masterlist ↳  want to be shipped with a fic character?

[1] First meeting

Magic has existed in New Orleans for as long as anyone can remember. The prevalence of voodoo-- NOLA's most giant "tourist trap"-- originated in 1791 with enslaved West Africans who moved to Louisiana to grow a community for as many free people of color. That spirit meant that many of its inhabitants descended from that original society or were drawn here for its magical properties. Your family was one of the latter, a bunch of witches seeking solace in a place that nurtured it. Except with magic came strife, and eventually, other creatures came knocking at the door. Enter the Mikaelsons, New Orlean's resident vampire family that was always at the center of whatever drama was happening. Right now, something involving all those magically oriented. 

You made it a point to stay clear of the fight. Not because you didn't care– you did– but because it wasn't your fight to be had. That's how you stayed alive in this neighborhood; you knew where to stick your nose and when to stay clear. Besides, all the commotion with one of the Harvest girls (Cassie, you believe her name was) and the witch's distaste of vampires meant tensions were high. You could help the community from the background anyway; you didn't need to make yourself known.

At least, that's what you hoped. But things rarely turned out how you wanted, and this was one of those times. Walking through the back streets of NOLA was never an excellent idea, but it was shorter, and you just wanted to get to the metaphysical supply store before it closed. You needed more laurel leaves to create protection charms around your house, especially with the uptake in strife in the recent year. 

Which is how you came upon a witch killing three vampires in the alley.

You wanted to turn on your heel and leave, but the witch noticed you before you could. You didn't recognize him, so you were unsure what coven he belonged to. He was tall enough to probably tower over you, with golden curly hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut your fingers if you touched it. He was unbelievably handsome, and you hated that it caught your breath.

"You shouldn't be here, luv," he crooned, his English accent thick. He sauntered down the alley, coming up to you with narrowed eyes. 

"I don't recognize you," you countered, shifting your weight as you crossed your arms. It's best not to let him know that you're flustered.

"New in town," he smiled, a cocky grin that told you that he absolutely knew the effect he had on women. It left a bad taste in your mouth. "New Orleans is a big city; I'm surprised you would know everyone."

"I know witches," you said, peering up at him. 

"Ah, are you a magical thing yourself?"

"What do you think?" You arched a brow. He stepped closer, reaching up to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. You recoiled slightly but didn't pull back. Never show fear; that's one thing this town taught you. 

"I think you're a pretty young thing," he hummed. "I'm Kol." He peered at you as if waiting for you to offer your name. You didn't. 

"Not interested," you pulled back from him, letting the hair he had touched fall back in front of your face. He stepped back into your space.

"I don't know, darling," he smiled, leaning closer so his breath fanned your face. It was minty like he had just had an Altoid. "I think you're interested." You hated admitting that this tall, handsome stranger (such a cliche) was right. And you really hated that if you leaned up slightly, you could feel the warmth from his lips. He stepped back, though, hands in his pockets. The same hands that had used magic to wrangle the undead life of the vampires behind him. You took that as a sign to start to leave, walking backward before turning on your heel and ignoring the gaze of the witch behind you. 

"Never got your name!" He chimed. You smiled to yourself.

"Figure it out yourself."

[2] Cemetery watch

Disgruntled. That's how you felt. Chaos had grown over the past weeks, but you didn't see Kol again. A sliver of disappointment, as you did find him cute, but also a relief. You know enough flirtatious bastards to not want to add more to your life.

You weren't thinking about him today, though. You were thinking about your grandmother, who lived in the cemetery right outside your block. A popular cemetery for Wiccan rituals, it made sense for your grandma (the high priestess of your family) to be buried there with heavy praise. 

You were laying a combination of roses, lavender, and rosemary for protection when the hair on your neck stood up. Feeling a presence, you soon turn around, making eye contact with the stranger who approached you. 

Definitely not a witch; his aura was too dark for that. He was tall, with tousled brown hair and eyes that lingered on you for far too long. He was cute, though, even if he was dangerous.

"Hello darling," he purrs, stalking closer. 

"Can I help you?" You sigh, crossing your arms as you peer at him with suspicion. He wears a cocky smile and a look that tells you he would love to have a taste.

"Don't remember me? I'm hurt," he puts a hand on his chest, feigning pain. You look at him closely, but the only recognition is in the pet name. Darling. Not many people called you darling. 

"Kol," you said. "You're shorter." His face had a hint of shock before settling into amusement. 

"That was uncalled for," he laughed, walking closer to you. In closer proximity, you could see that he was, in fact, very handsome, and he was definitely aware of that. 

"I'm reiterating my previous question, can I help you?"

"When my family sent me on this mission to track down the 'wisest witch in the quarter,' I was not expecting you," he looked down at you with gold-flecked eyes. "The beautiful girl who wouldn't give me her name. Except now I know it's Y/N."

"I thought you were a witch," you took a hesitant step back, trying to create space. 

"Temporarily," he sighed. "Now I'm back in my original form of vampire." The way he said it gave you pause, as if he was resigned to the fact but not happy about it. You could relate. If you lost your magic, you would be devastated. 

"You said something about your family?" you coughed, changing the subject. 

"There's someone working against them, and we would prefer if they don't kill us," Kol shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the clouds above. "People tend to hate us, Mikaelsons."

"You're a Mikaelson?" you hissed. It was because of the Mikaelsons your home was in constant disaster. "Why should I help you? Any of you?"

"For the most part, we don't want to cause trouble. It just tends to find us. Helping eliminate a threat means fewer problems in the quarter," Kol sighed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek, delicate as if touching the grass in a meadow. "Also, you'd get to spend time with me."

"Why would I want to spend time with you?" you breathed, voice wavering slightly. Curse your damn hormones for being swayed by a vampire of all creatures. His thumb came under your chin, allowing him to bring your face closer to his. Kol smelled like fresh snow and evergreens, and you knew that if he leaned a little bit closer, you wouldn't stop him. In the process, likely offend the ghost of your grandmother who was probably rolling her eyes at you right now. Before you could offend all the ancestors with your choices, Kol stepped back, resuming his cocky grin and leaving your breath lodged in your throat. Without a second thought of the implications, you made your decision.

"Fine, I'll help you."

[3] Late night spell-casting

Late nights in the Mikaelson compound meant one thing. Coffee, and lots of it. 

You made a deal with the Mikaelsons after you agreed to help them that in exchange for your time, they had to buy you cafe drinks whenever you liked it. Elijah was the most taken aback, but Kol chuckled as if he found you amusing. Still, they found it a small price, not expecting how much you valued your drinks. Most nights, it was coffee, sometimes tea, or even hot cocoa. Quite honestly, you just liked having the power to make them run around. 

You sat at one of their many couches, a book of shadows in your lap and a notepad in your hands as you made quick notes about possible spells that could combat the evil at hand. A couple of ideas swam in your head, but you wanted to exhaust your options before risking anyone else's life with a botched spell. Still, you had been at it for hours and started getting sleepy. You yawned, feeling your eyes close slightly. Thankfully, footsteps alerting you to the presence of one of the originals had you sitting up and shaking off your fatigue. Unfortunately, that original was Kol with your coffee order. 

Kol was precisely what you thought he would be. Flirtatious, cocky, impulsive, and too attractive for his own good. You hated when murderers were cute; it made life confusing. There were moments, though, when the two of you were performing recon or pouring over spell books that you saw a side of him that only showed when his guard wasn't up. He was calmer, more academic, and a lot more unsure of himself. The only thing you hated about seeing that side is it made you like him more. 

"How's my witchling doing?" he chimed, dropping off your coffee and settling beside you on the couch. You told him that being called darling felt ridiculous, so instead, he found a new nickname, which was even worse. 

"The usual, I suppose," you yawned again, leaning your head against the back of the couch. 

"Take a break."

"You realize it's your life on the line, right?" you huffed, turning to look at him. 

"My life will always be in danger, Y/N," Kol hummed, taking your books out of your lap with a minor protest from you. "That's not going to change tonight."

"Don't underestimate me," you grabbed your cup, taking a deep sip and looking at him over the lid. 

"I would never underestimate you," he grabbed your coffee and stole a sip himself, earning a growl from you. "Half the things you say shock and confuse me."

"It's my charm."

"Let's do something fun," Kol stood up, trying to drag you with him. "Research is bloody boring."

"We have two very different ideas of 'fun,' Mikaelson," you curled up into a ball on the couch, peering up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. An idea sparked in your head, and you turned a devilish smile to the brunette. "How about tarot cards?"

You found an old deck in the compound, creating a space on the table in the central area to lay out the spread. Even though having your cards would be better, you thought you could probably make do with these. You gave Kol the cards to shuffle and watched as he spent meticulous time connecting with the cards before handing the deck back to you. You started laying out the cards on the table, forming a cross with four cards separate on the side. You tucked your legs underneath you, curling up on the floor so you were huddled by the table. Kol joined you, his back against the couch as he peered at you straightening up the cards. 

"You realize you're going to flip them over, right?"

"Shut up, Mikaelson," you chimed, finishing your organization. He watched you with a small smile, and you made the effort to ignore his stare. "We'll start with your Present card."

“Boring,” Kol sing-songed. "Tell me my future."

"I have to go in order, to give an accurate reading."

"Darling, the cards are already laid out; you can do whatever you want," Kol leaned closer to you, squinting his eyes in amusement. "I live my life in futures; who cares about the past?"

Sighing, you decided to obey the nosey vampire and flip over his cards for Future and Near Future. The two cards revealed were the Lovers and Ace of Cups, respectively. 

"In your Future is a strong romantic relationship," you start, pointing out the Lovers card featuring two swans intertwined. "This correlates to the Ace of Cups, which signifies new beginnings. Since the Ace of Cups is in your near future, you'll likely encounter someone you'll soon develop a deep, long-lasting relationship with." You turn your eyes to Kol, raising an eyebrow. "Shocking, considering your personality."

"It's not that shocking," Kol quipped, leaning closer to you. "We're here, aren't we?"

His pupils were enlarged as he gazed upon you, and his glance to your lips told you exactly where his mind was. You couldn't deny you weren't thinking the same thing. It didn't help that Kol was dangerous in an enticing way. Ignoring all rational thought, you leaned in closer, nudging his nose with yours. Your heart was beating erratically, and you heard the sharp intake of breath he took. His fingers traced up your arm, each finger leaving goosebumps in their wake. What were you doing?

"How's the research going?" a voice called from the hallway. You scooted away immediately, but Kol stayed where he was. His jaw clenched as he suppressed a growl. Freya appeared, not aware of the situation and probably not caring anyway. 

"I have a few ideas," you coughed, taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart. 

"Great, I'd love to hear them so I can stop having stressful dreams," Freya chuckled, moving over to the couch. You sent Kol a glance as you passed your journal to Freya. The look he gave you told you that what started wasn't over. And the worst part was you didn't want it to be over. 

[4] Injured after a fight

A headache. That's what you were nursing. 

A sharp ringing pierced through your ears, the lights above you blurring into a bad abstract painting. A figure appeared above you, and you slowly registered that it was calling your name. You squinted your eyes, the action causing a splitting pain as the shape of Kol formed in front of you. Worry creased his brows, and blood splattered his face. 

"Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?" Kol asked, cradling your head. You nodded, grabbing his arms to help pull yourself up. Chaos was erupting around you, and the stifling smell of magic was enough to knock you out again. That's what had happened. It was an ambush, and despite your abilities, you were blasted back into a wall, probably with a concussion and broken bones. It was times like this when you were envious of a vampire's healing skills. "I need to get you out of here."

"They need our help," you grimaced, catching Klaus ripping off someone's arms in the background. Kol caught your gaze and bothered with a slight smirk. 

"I'm sure Nik is fully capable of handling himself. Plus, my other siblings are here, and Freya called Vincent. They won't miss us."

"I'll be fine," you tried to say, but it ended in a wheeze as the effort of sitting up caused pain in your lungs. 

"You will not. Can you stand?" Kol watched you struggle for a second before picking you up. In a normal situation, you would've complained, but considering all you felt was ow ow ow ow ow you thought better than to complain. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he sped out of the scene and back to the compound. Kol laid you gently on the couch, kneeling before you, biting into his wrist and holding it to your lips. "You need to drink."

"I don't want to be a vampire," you mumbled, brushing a hand across your forehead. Your fingers held blood on them, and you became dizzy with that knowledge.

"I won't let that happen now, drink," Kol insisted, his voice having a hard edge. Considering he was a stubborn bastard, you relented. You hesitantly grabbed his wrist and brought it up to your mouth. The blood slid down your throat cleanly, but you had to suppress the urge to gag anyway since it was blood. You felt your bones click into place, and your headache dull to a memory. You finally looked up, catching Kol's gaze on you. How was it intensely erotic to have someone watch you drink their blood? There must be therapy for issues like this, but you didn't really care. How he looked at you was akin to a predator waiting to devour its next meal. You knew if you let him, he would fulfill every potential vampire fantasy one could have. He touched your cheek, touching your lips where his blood was just a second ago. He pulled away, red coating his fingers, and you suppressed a groan when he sucked the leftover blood. 

"Kol," you whispered, your voice raspy. He sat up at eye level, leaning down as if to kiss you. Of course, things weren't that easy, as his family burst into the compound right at that moment. You wanted to let out a scream of frustration but ended up being caught off guard by Klaus dropping a head by the entryway. 

"Glad to see our little witch is okay," Klaus chimed, looking pretty proud of himself. If Kol were a cartoon character, he'd blow smoke out of his ears. 

"I'm alive," you sighed. Klaus walked over, ignoring his brother's glares, and patted you on the shoulder. That was the closest thing to the affection you were getting from the hybrid. As the rest of the family delved into a conversation about the ambush, you finally got up and looked at the original kneeling on the ground before you. "We'll finish this later," you smiled, pretending to ignore the slight growl that left Kol's mouth as you walked off. 

[5] Evil has passed

"I thought you would've left."

Kol stood in the entryway of his bedroom at the Mikaelson home while you stood (guilty) by his bookshelf. 

"I was returning this book I borrowed from you," you said innocently. Putting the book back on the shelf, you turned to the man before you, trying his best to plaster on a convincing smile. The threat has passed, your job was over, and yet you were melancholy. These people had caused problems throughout your home since they arrived, yet your temporary alliance ending was something of sadness. You were tired of pretending it was for any reason other than Kol. Kol started as an annoying individual who sought to drive you up the wall, but now was someone you saw a kinship with. Your long talks on history and adventures across the globe were moments where you saw his guard fall, and you loved every second of it. It helped that he was pretty to look at. 

"I guess this means goodbye then, doesn't it witchling?" Kol sighed, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. You could swear he sounded disappointed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. 

"Depends," you crossed your arms. "I could be persuaded to come back."

"Persuaded?" Kol inquired, that mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he would ensure a way to keep you around. "Any particular reason?"

"If someone wanted me around, I guess," you smiled, a tiny grin but good enough for Kol to stroll towards you until he towered over your figure. 

"I'll give you a good reason," Kol murmured, a devilish smirk on his lips. "Something that we kept getting interrupted for in the past." He cupped your face in his hands, lowering his lips so they were a hairsbreadth from yours. 

"Don't be a tease," you breathed. Letting out a dark chuckle, he pressed his lips to yours. It was surprisingly light, not hungry like his usual personality. He tasted like a fresh snowstorm and an evergreen forest, and you know you could get drunk on that alone. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you brought him closer to you, deepening the kiss and earning a light groan from the vampire. Kol's hands tangled in your hair, one of them going to hold your waist. Every touch of his was coldfire, and you were so glad that you were finally alone to burn in him. He tilted your head back, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat that caused you let out a moan. He nipped the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing over it until he was back at your lips again, leaving a searing kiss. Kol pulled away, glancing at you with eyes abysmal. "What took you so long to do that?" you breathed, a grin covering your face as Kol laughed, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

"You're all mine now," Kol smiled, kissing you again. "Always and forever."

[keepswingin]

An arm catches her around the waist before she can go any further into the cave, his name caught in her throat.

Panic makes her freeze before she feels the hitch of his chest, pressing against her back, warm breath tickling at the shell of her ear. "Did anyone see you leave?" he asks her in a whisper, and all at once she relaxes, his fingers pressing into her skin.

If it had been anyone else, she would've been done for, but he was safe. He had always been safe.

"No," she breathes.

He hums and she sinks into his hold, trusting him to keep her upright. She didn't know what to start with, what he knew, if he even knew at all. Everything she wants to say builds in her chest, and then she finds that a part of her doesn't want to say anything at all, because this is the most peace she's felt all week. No secret glances or fleeting touches. Just them and the cave hiding them away from the rest of the world.

"I missed you," Victor tells her, like it's the simplest thing in the world. She wishes it was, wishes that there wasn't so much keeping them apart.

"We saw each other this morning," she says, squeezing her eyes shut when she feels his face tuck against her neck.

"You know that's not the same," he dismisses quietly, pressing a kiss against her skin. "I missed you, Nova," another kiss, this one lingering longer, a tighter tug around her waist before everything falls away. "Aren't you tired of hiding?"

She turns around and reaches for him before he fades back into the shadows of the cave, a creature shoved back where he belongs. Except, he's never belonged, not like the rest. Not when it comes to her, or the way any of them think now, eager to draw a line in the sand and never turn back.

"Of course I am," she says, pale fingers pulling at his wrist. She catches the shine of his eyes as they flicker to her bracelet, to the lightstone that rests within. "But I also know what would happen if we told - "

"You've seen the new outsiders, haven't you?" Victor interrupts carefully, and there's something hiding in his gaze that makes her heart beat faster. "They're different and they seem to work just fine. Why can't we?"

"And what do you think they had to go through to get there?" she asks him, voice coming out louder than she means it to be. He simply looks at her, silent. Nova sighs, shaking her head. "I want everything you want. I'm just scared," she admits, and she hates this, laying her heart bare for anyone to come along and pick at it as they please, but this is Victor. He's never hurt her, has always been kind touches and simple smiles, and she refuses to believe everything she's been told when someone like him exists and continues to prove them wrong.

He's more than some scary folktale.

She glances behind her, back out the entrance of the cave, takes in the way the waves lap at the sand of the beach. She remembers playing in that sand growing up, remembers her mother telling her never to run where the sun couldn't reach her. She wonders if he ever played in the same sand under the touch of moonlight.

"We'll get our chance," Victor whispers, bringing her attention back. "Someday."

Nova chuckles at that, fingers slipping between his. "Someone's been hanging out with the outsiders more than he lets on." He squeezes her hand in return, pulling her back to him. Her arms slip around his neck.

"Jealous?" he asks her, teasing.

Nova brings him closer. Her lips brush his. "Always," she whispers before finally closing the distance between them.

[almostfoxglove]

I wish you would write a fic where reader works at the DEA and a little office romance ensues… 👀

part II

ooooooooh honey you know I'm into this. but listen. you go after him, and he falls first. you've worked one floor below the javier peña for a year and, well, we know word gets around. girls chat. you've seen him strutting around, flashing that stare that turns knees to jelly just on cue generously and often. and while he might've taken a half-hearted swing at flirting with you when you first started, he's in the field and you're behind a desk, and your paths seldom cross. you've never really spoken more than a few words. he deals with your desk mate if he needs something from your department, or he sends murphy.

but it's been a while, and you're pent up. maybe you've had a string of god-awful dates or maybe you're just horny and want a reliable fuck. you want to come. enter: javier. he's got the reputation, and if he's even half as good as people say you're pretty much guaranteed an alright time, so when you catch him working late one night, you proposition him and end up going home together.

he lives up to the hype, to your surprise. mission accomplished. frustration spent.

then a week later he's pacing around outside your cubicle, smoking, except he isn't waiting for your coworker - he's waiting for you. he snuffs the last couple drags of his cigarette when he catches sight of you, mumbles something about seeing you again under his breath, and you figure, what the hell? he's good in bed and he's not looking for anything past that - that works for you. you don't want to date anyone, let alone a coworker, but you're down for a good time.

it works for you.

unfortunately for javier, it works less and less for him as time goes on. not that he says anything - he sure as fuck can't stay away. and at first he doesn't know exactly why he doesn't feel the urge to see his usual girls as often anymore. why it doesn't feel quite as good to flirt with the new hire, even though she's plenty pretty. he just knows that he can't stop thinking about the girl downstairs and fuck, he doesn't want to. he wants to see you. comes up with all these dumbass excuses to go down and walk by your desk. stays later and later at the embassy in the hopes of catching you on your way out, praying you're free. willing. that you aren't sick of him yet.

and when he puts together why exactly his heart won't calm the fuck down whenever he catches a glimpse of you or gets a draft of your perfume in his apartment, it is much, much too late to go back. he's screwed.

✉️ I wish you would write...

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Surprise Visit Pt 2 (Thor X Son!Reader)

Characters: Thor Odinson X Son!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Pt 1

Request: Hi, I'm just finish Poco's udon world, and right of the batch I thought what if Poco is Thor's son, Poco has some of his feature too and I remember your fic Surprise Visit. Can you please do a Part 2 of it?🥺 reader is like Thor but he quite shy and always bring with books that his mother read before bed they bonding by activities together Thor bring him to Asgard to meet his grandparents Loki read them books, tell them stories, show and teach them magic (Harry Potter) with Freyaa and all fluff❤

The first few days after finally meeting your dad had been awkward to say the least. You were spending almost every waking moment either with him, or your uncle. You had expected that Loki would be a lot more awkward with you- or straight up wouldn’t like you from the get go, but it ended up being kind of the opposite. Thor had been a bit too eager from the get go to play the fatherly role, and you found it unnerving, and when Thor realised that (with help from Clint and Steve pointing it out for him) he backed up and started to just try and get to know you, your interests, your dislikes, and take things a little slower. Loki, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pushy, gave you space, and didn’t force conversation on to you. Eventually though, you ended up finding something to bond with Loki over; Books. 

You had been interested in the books he read, even if you couldn’t read the language, and worked up the courage to ask him about it, and after an explanation, he asked what kind of books you liked, and it was a start of an actual long and meaningful conversation. Loki took that, and hinted that Thor should look into those books. The next day, Thor showed up to your room with a pile of books in his arms and a grin on his face. 

Things since then had got a lot better between you and your dad. Instead of forcing it, or acting the part for the sake of it, Thor had naturally fallen into the father role that made it a comfortable change for you. Thor had little interest in books, but you had the ritual with him now of him buying a book for you, you read it, and after every chapter, you give him a rundown of what happened in detail, and you’d discuss it. You’d opened up a bit with him over the weeks, about what your life was like growing up with mum, holidays, key memories for you, and the rituals you two had- including reading books before bed together, which was where your love for books came from. Thor soon got you some of the books you mentioned, so you could do it with him. You got into a nice rhythm of living with and being around your dad and uncle, to the point where you were expecting it when an advancement was suggested. 

“How do you feel about going to Asgard with Loki and I, tomorrow?” Thor asked, as you were tidying up after another late night discussion about a book you had been reading- this one actually a recommendation from your Uncle Loki. You stopped what you were doing, and looked over at Thor, who waited patiently. 

“Uh… sure. Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, and immediately his face lit up. You had long guessed this conversation would happen, so you had time to prepare for it, though you knew that was actually impossible. What could prepare you for going to the land of gods- where you know you didn’t belong, even if Thor was your father? “Do… Do they know about me?” You asked cautiously. 

“Of course!” He immediately answered. “As soon as I returned to Agard after we met, I told mother and father about you, and my friends! I wanted to tell the entire kingdom, but mother- your grandmother, insisted we wait till you met them all first before telling the rest of Asgard. Freya, your grandmother, is the most eager to meet you.” He gushed to you. You’d heard a lot about your grandparents through both Thor and Loki. Admittedly, Thor was the only one who talked about Odin, and while Loki didn’t talk much about them, when he did, it was always about Freya, about how she was also a bit of a bookworm, and how she taught him magic.

You got up early the next morning, mostly due to struggling to sleep from the anticipation, and you didn’t have to wait for either your dad or uncle to be ready either, though you couldn’t tell if it was due to excitement or nerves, or maybe they were both feeling those things- your dad the excitement, and Loki the nerves. It didn’t help that your dad was a raving optimist, and your uncle was a pessimist, so you couldn’t tell who was feeling the right way, so you just adopted a bit of each of their emotions. Cautiously excited.

You honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you actually got there, or even the process of getting there in the first place, but as soon as you left the Bifrost, you were in awe. Sure, they had told you all about Asguard- the rainbow path that led to it, the great kingdom, the beauty of it all, but none of that was in comparison to what you were actually seeing. You remained in stunned silence the entire walk up the bridge, actually entering into Asguard, past the several hundred people who came to welcome them back and ask about you, up until your father actually called for you, after seeing you distracted by something else further away. You turned, seeing several people stood with your father and uncle, looking at you smiling. “Y/N, these are my friends, Fandrall, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif.” Your father introduced you.

“So this is the little prince?” Sif questioned with a smile. 

“Little? Thor, you said he was a boy! Give it a few years and he’ll be ready to be king!” Volstagg laughed, though the mention of such a role made you look at Loki quickly, and then your dad. 

“He is a boy! The very idea of being king is still a long way away- you make it sound like he’ll outlive me.” Thor defended. 

“Speaking of Kings.” Loki spoke up, placing  hand on Thor’s shoulder. 

“Right! Haven’t had the chance to introduce him to the rest of his family. We’ll pick this up later, promise.” Thor told them motioning you over, and guiding you deeper into the kingdom, down several expansive corridors, before you turned a corner, and spotted a group of women talking in the hallway ahead, and your father and uncle stopped. “Loki, stay here with Y/N.” Thor requested, before going towards the group, and you looked up at Loki confused, who patted you on the shoulder. You watched as your father approached the group, made some small talk, before all the women except one left down another hallway, and Thor stepped to the side, motioning the woman towards you and Loki, and you realised who she must be. Freya. Your grandmother. 

As soon as she saw you properly, she smiled warmly, hands clasped and pressed against her chest with excitement, and any fear you had- fear of not being liked, or not meeting their standards, of being a disappointment, being looked down on for being half human- it all faded. You could feel the love and acceptance radiating off the woman as she reached out her hands, and took your own. “Y/N, words cannot describe the absolute joy I feel to finally be in your presence finally after all of Thor’s descriptions.” Freya told you, gently squeezing your hands, and you couldn’t help but smile too. 

“I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you too from dad and uncle Loki.” You told her, and her smile grew, before she pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around you. 

“Thor- Loki, go tell your father that you’re here with Y/N- I’ll give Y/N a tour of the palace- we’ll be in the library when you’re done. We have a lot to talk about.” Freya decided, already walking away with you, and you didn’t fight it, leaving with her. 

Thor and Loki did as ordered, finding their father, letting them know they’d also brought you, and after a bit of back and forth questioning where exactly you were, and Loki explaining their mother had already stolen you away herself, and Odin simply sighed, and got up to follow his sons to head to the Library. 

By the time they met back up with you and Freya, you and her were already getting along like a house on fire- she’d asked about your mother, her health, your childhood, her own expieriences that related when raising Thor and Loki, and when she heard about your little tradition with Thor with books, she picked out a book for you to take home to read, and to keep. You felt comfortable enough with her to ask about Loki and Odin’s relationship, the comment Thor’s friends made about being King one day and how you weren’t big on the idea, and also how according to how your dad and Loki talked about Odin, you were much more worried about meeting him than her. Freya had answers your questions, reassured you of your worries, and promised Odin would be on his best behaviour, and she helped your first meeting with Odin a lot from the get go. 

As soon as Freya saw her husband, she stood first, smiling. “Odin, thank you for joining us. I was just about to ask Y/N if they’d like a private family dinner. What do you think?” Freya asked him, wrapping an arm around you again, and you smiled nervously at your grandfather, who was a lot more intimidating than you had anticipated. Odin didn’t talk at first, stepping a little closer, and you panicked internally, not knowing what to do, if you were supposed to do something- but Freya had kept her arm around you, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance. 

“That can certainly be arranged. It’ll let us get to know our grandson. Thor, will you come with me to make the arrangements?” He asked, of his oldest, who nodded. “See you at dinner, Y/N.” He told you, before making his leave, Thor smiling at you, before following after him. 

“In the meantime.” Freya spoke up once the two were quite a distance away. “Y/N, want to learn some magic?” She asked. 

“Mother, I don’t know about that…” Loki fussed. 

“Just beginning spells, nothing serious… we’ll save that for later. Maybe you could mentor Y/N as well when back on Midgard.” She suggested, and you realised that maybe, just maybe… Loki got some of his mischief from his mother. 

“Am I able to do magic? Since I’m half human?” You questioned. 

“I believe so, it’s worth a try. You coming Loki?” Freya questioned her son, who simply sighed, and followed after, deciding to be apart of his mother’s antics, knowing that Thor might lose his mind when he finds out about this. 

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