#change of heart in-valhalla

[imtryingbuck]

Kindness for those who need it.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Finan x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n is Uhtreds sister, and she meets Finan.

Word count: 3,031

Warnings: fluff. angst. swearing. mentions of slavery. death. mentions of hunting animals (not detailed!). Finans in love and so is Y/n. hint at sexual activity at the end.

A/N: thank you so much anon for sending me this request🤍

Masterlist

“Uhtred!” The birds scattered into the sky as she continued to call out for the man, despite being tired and hungry she refused to give up on him as she got further away from the makeshift camp - she knew that Ragnar would end up finding her when it got too dark for her to be out in the woods on her own, so she wasn’t so worried about getting lost. “Uhtred!”

The sound of a horse galloping towards her had her feet stopping, her heart pounding in her chest, turning around she saw Ragnar slowly approaching her. “It is time to come back now.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I haven’t searched the whole woods yet.”

Sighing as he hopped off his horse, he slowly approached her only for his heart to squeeze painfully as she took a step back from him. “It is getting too dark now, we will search tomorrow.”

“I can not give up on him, he is my brother.” She says wrapping her arms around her, the cold air started to hurt her bones. “Please Ragnar.”

“I promise we will continue looking for him, I give you my word.”

“He is all I have, I can not and will not give up on him.”

It was Ragnars turn to take a step back, recoiling as if she had stabbed him with the sharpest blade known to man. It wasn’t true. She had Brida even if they didn’t always see eye to eye, sometimes arguing with each other until their throats were sore - and nine out of ten times they would then team up and argue with the person that was stupid enough to try and get in the middle of them. But she had him, she was his baby sister - it didn’t matter that they weren’t related by blood, she was his sister. He remembers the day that his father brought back the two children, he had just turned twenty when the scared siblings were brought into his family home. A seven year old Y/n took to him instantly and absolutely loved running circles around him - she was the only one that could have his full attention whenever she demanded it, happily playing the games she came up with and not even caring when she changed the rules just so she could win. She had him, she always did and will do until it was his time to go to Valhalla. “You know that is not true.”

“I- I know, but-but…”

“It is not the same.” He finished, a small smile tugging at his lips as she nodded. “I am here, always.”

“Always?”

Nodding, he opened his arms for her, stumbling slightly as she collided into his chest. “Lets go back, we have a long day tomorrow.”

When morning came, Ragnar handed Y/n a pile of stones he had found, watching as she laid the stones out in a symbol as a sign for Uhtred if he somehow stumbled up on them - letting him know that she was looking for him. It had been something they had done since they were children. Following closely behind Ragnar they made their way to Wessex.

A not so subtle grin on her lips as the three of them slowled their horses down, walking through the streets of Wessex, the crowds gasping in horror at seeing three Danes walk carefree. Brida had been taken away, Y/n had to grip Ragnar’s arm to keep him from attacking the king - who had ordered one of his men, Steapa, to help the siblings look for the man. Hild happily joined too.

Making their way to Eofwic, they meet with Guthred who informs them that he sold Uhtred and Halig to a slave trader, both Ragnar and Steapa had to grab ahold of Y/n as she launched forward trying to attack the weasel - calling him every insult she could think of as Steapa carried her away on his shoulder.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down?” Her face scrunching up in disgust. “You want me to calm down, when that… that prick has sold our brother and friend?”

“He may be a prick but he is a king.”

“He is not a king, he is a toad and a weasel and-and a coward! Ragnar he has sold our brother!”

“I know! But we will get Uhtred back.”

“He could be anywhere, or worse, he could be dead.” Not interested in what her oldest brother has to say back she walks past him, knocking into him as she did so.

As spring finally arrived, they waited near the beach for the sea trader named Sverri - who had brought Uhtred and Halig - to come back, when one of Ragnar’s men told them that a ship was near by Y/n’s heart skipped a beat - or two. Whilst they waited, hidden away she couldn’t stop pacing up and down, going from biting her nails to her lip, tying her hair up only to undo it and do it again, to even practicing how she was going to greet her brother - much to Ragnar and Steapa’s enjoyment, she finally settled on nodding her head and waving at him.

When it was time, Ragnar gave them the signal, they rode in on horseback swords drawn and ready, she was right behind her brother - her eyes searching for her other sibling. Then she sees him doing a double take because he didn’t look like her brother, weak, disheveled and broken, that wasn’t the man she knew but then she saw his eyes, jumping off her horse and running straight towards him, she dropped to her knees her hands shakily going to his face whispering his name before wrapping her arms around his boney form and pulling him into her, crying as she does.

Ragnar’s heart broke at seeing his siblings clinging onto each other, like Y/n he couldn’t believe what his brother had been reduced to, a strong man beaten and broken. Slowly approaching, he fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around them - not caring at who was watching. “Sweet girl, go and free the men.” He whispered into her hair, smiling softly as she kissed Uhtred’s dirty forehead.

Making her way over to where the men who had been subjected to the most unimaginable abuse, she pulled her dagger out and began cutting the thick layers of rope that were binding their wrists tightly together. “You are free.” She told them.

Getting to one man she faltered, his watery, pained brown eyes broke her heart, as she cut the rope his eyes went from hers to the sword on her hip to a man that was being held back by Ragnar’s men then back to her, despite no words being exchanged she knew, she knew what he wanted, handing her sword - that was gifted to her by Uhtred many years before - she watched as he limped over to the man. No one moved, no one said anything as the man pulled her sword up, shivers went down her spine as the only sound was the man strongly yet heartbreakingly whispering. “Pull.” Before the blade went through the traders throat.

Her sword, now coated in blood, hit the ground with a soft thud, she approached him as his legs began to buckle before he could hit the ground she grabbed ahold of him, slowly and carefully bringing him to the floor, bringing him into her chest she held him as his body shook. “You are free, you are free.”

When Uhtred broke the news to her that Halig had died, she choked back a sob, hoping it was a lie but seeing his body finally being removed from the bow of the ship she held Uhtred’s hand, her other hand holding the other mans, she cried as her friends body was wrapped up - his sword in his hand. A grave was dug for him by the Danes, one of them even creating a cross out of two sticks. Her sweet, annoying, loyal Halig had lost his life in a brutal way, she didn’t want to imagine the pain he felt or how scared he must have been, she didn’t want to imagine how life was now different without him, she didn’t know who she was going to now trust other than herself and Ragnar with the only important thing in her life - Uhtred. “Goodbye, my friend. We will meet again one day I promise, thank you for everything.” She whispered as she laid a flower Hild had picked for her, on his grave.

That night everyone was sitting around the firepit eating the many rabbits one of the men had caught and cooked, Y/n kept handing Uhtred meat even when he insisted he was full, Hild watching with a subtle smile on her lips as her friend was oblivious to the fact that she had gained someones attention because she was too busy staring at Uhtred - too scared he would disappear again.

“You should have seen her brother, pacing up and down, practicing how she was going to great you - she settled on a wave, did you not Y/n?” Ragnar the Younger chuckled as she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I do not think she has ever hugged me that tightly before.” Uhtred laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. “However, I will not complain.”

As the brothers retold the stories of growing up with Ragnar the Fearless as a father, and stories of the havoc the youngest of the children would get up to, she noticed the man whose name she didn’t - Uhtred had told her but she wasn’t listening - get up and move away, choosing to sit closer to the sea. Hild nudged her leg and gestured to the man, understanding what her friend was silently suggesting she slowly approached him. “Hi.”

“L-Lady.”

“I am not a lady.” She laughed. “My name is Y/n.”

“Finan.”

“May I sit?” He nods, keeping his eyes on her as she sits next to him. “Will you be joining my brother?”

“If he will have me, I will be honoured to serve him.”

“He trusts you.”

“How do you know that?”

“I saw the way he looked at you when you killed that bastard, he trusts you.”

Picking up a stone, Finan looked over at the ship that was still burning thanks to them. “Your brother and Halig spoke fondly of you.” At the mention of her friend unshed tears began to burn her eyes, he noticed as a tear fell down her cheek. “I-I did not mean to upset you.”

“You have not, I miss him already.”

“Aye, I did not know him long but he was a good man.”

“That he was.” She agreed, smiling as memories flashed in front her eyes. “He could be annoying sometimes, and he would always eat my food if I was to slow.”

Finan chuckled. “He kept winding Uhtred up by telling him that he was going to marry you.”

“No he did not!” Y/n burst out giggling imagining her brothers reaction. “He would have to get the permission from both of my brothers, which he would not have gotten.”

“How come?”

“There is no man worthy of you, Y/n.” She says imitating Ragnar’s voice. “Or as Uhtred would say if he can survive me killing him, then he can marry you.”

The Irishman burst out laughing, he couldn’t remember the last time he laughed, honestly. “They are protective I see.”

“Annoyingly so.”

They fell into a comfortable silence watching as the waves went back and forth, until Finan spoke back up. “C-Can I borrow your dagger?” Without questioning why he needed it, she handed over her favorite dagger. “It is so I can shave, thank you.”

Watching with a baited breath as he attempted to blindly shave the thick bush of hair on his face, wincing as he got too close to his skin. “Do- would you like me to do it?”

“Will you?” She nods. “Thank you.”

“It is okay.” Moving to rest on her knees smiling shyly when he spread his legs open so she could rest in between them, she carefully began shedding the hair - the whole time Finan couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “There.”

“Thank you, I feel like myself again.” Handing over the stone he was fiddling with to her. “As payment, my lady.”

“I have told you, I am not a lady.” Laughing as she takes the stone, she already knew she was going to treasure it forever. Handing him her dagger, he gave her a questioning look. “For trusting me bring a blade close to your face, no one has ever do that before.”

His eyes open comically causing her to fall into a fit of giggles.

Ragnar watched the scene before him, jaw clenched tightly as he heard his sister giggling - a sound he hadn’t heard in such a long time. Uhtred sat beside him, a grin on his broken lips.

It’s now been three years since Ragnar, Y/n, Steapa and Hild rescued Uhtred and Finan.

The Irishman was currently watching as Y/n played with a young Stiorra, a lovesick look in his eyes as he does so, everyone knew how he felt towards his lords sister - everyone but her. He couldn’t help it, not that he tried to stop it, for falling in love with her, from the moment they met she treat him with nothing but kindness and respect, she defended him whenever it was needed, she held him close at night when he had nightmares either from the torture he enduered on the slave ship or the images he saw on the battlefield, she fattened him up by piling his plate with food - watching and waiting as he ate every bite only for her to then put more on, she was the one who brought the spark and fire back into his eyes, the determination to survive each battle was because of her, he truly believed she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on - he would start fights with men who stared at her far to long for his liking. For Finan falling in love with Y/n was easy as breathing. It hurt, her not knowing how he felt, but he didn’t want to lose her so he kept quiet.

Sihtric knew how his friend felt, and because he was fed up of hearing Finan moaning and complimenting Y/n, he decided to tease him. “Lord, the man Y/n will be marrying, is he a good man?”

Uhtred’s eyes went wide. Y/n marrying? Since when? Frowning as he looked at the Dane, who nodded to the Irishman to his left - who was still yet to take his eyes off of Y/n. That’s when it hit him, he too decided to tease his friend by playing along. “Yes, he is.”

“Do you think he will treat her right?”

“Of course, or she would hurt him.” The two men laughed whilst Osferth sat there really confused to what was happening. “But yes he will treat her right.”

“Wait… what?” Finan’s eyes moved away from Y/n to Uhtred. “Who will treat who right?”

“The man marrying Y/n.”

“Oh.” All three of them felt instantly bad as Finan lowered his head, shrinking into himself as he gripped his cup tightly. “I did not realise she was marrying.”

“You have my blessing.” Uhtred said before his brain could catch up. Everyone knew that he didn’t want Y/n to marry, he knew how his friend felt, but he also knew how she felt for him; he honestly couldn’t hear her talking about him or how attractive the man is, or her telling him every single detail about the day she had with him one more time. But he knew in his heart that he didn’t trust any other man - aside from himself, Sihtric, Osferth and Ragnar - to protect, care and love her, and if they got married it meant he didn’t have to lose her and never see her again. He couldn’t think of a better man than Finan to marry his little sister, so giving the man his blessing he didn’t need to think about it. “I know she feels the same.”

“W-what? Ye can not be serious!” Finan stuttered. “I- she feels the- is this a joke?”

“I am not joking unless you do not wish-”

“No! No I do.” Downing the rest of his mead, he jumped up fixing his clothes - nearly tripping over his own feet as he did so, he made his way over to where Y/n was still happily playing with Stiorra. “Lady Y/n, c-can I speak with you?”

“You do not have to ask.” She chuckled, gesturing to Stiorra to go to her mother. “What is it?”

“Will- do you- erm.” As he stumbled over his words, his cheeks going even redder than they already were due to hearing the trio chuckling from their seats on the bench. Blurting out. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“What? Really?” Sihtric and Uhtred doubled over with laughter, Osferth rolled his eyes.

“Do you not want to-”

“I do! I want to marry you.” Pulling her closer by her waist, he searched her eyes for any doubted - finding none, he placed his lips on hers, both sighing in content.

The kiss comes to an end when a non subtle cough comes from the side of them.

“Go away Uhtred!” Y/n rolls her eyes as her brother stands there with his arms crossed and a disapproval look on his face, taking a hold of Finan’s hand she begins to drag him away, leading the Irishman towards her home.

“Where are you doing?”

“To celebrate with my fiance.” Finan’s eyes were practically bulging out as he registered Y/n’s words, a tent already forming uncomfortably in his trousers. Sihtric sat there choking on air. Osferth was gripping his cross and muttering a prayer. And Uhtred? Well he stood there stumbling over his words, whether in shock or horror she didn’t know nor care. Giggling as she shouts. “Do not disturb us!”

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[gotxpenny]

Band Of Brothers Masterlist

Keys: mp=multipart | f=fluff | a=angst | f-a=fluff&angst | «f=mostly fluff | «a=mostly angst | os=oneshot | !!=request | d=drable | oc=original character | h/c=hurt+comfort | s/t=spicy+tension |

- Dick Winters -

All That's Left ( os | f-a )

On VE Day in Zell am See, Y/N and Dick find themselves alone on a balcony overlooking the quiet, war-free town. With the war finally over, the two are faced with the raw possibility of love—and the choice to no longer hide from it.

Until We Meet Again ( mp | f-a | oc ) - coming soon

Operation Valhalla follows the untold story of the Valkyries-four trailblazing women who defy societal expectations and the military's rigid norms to join the elite airborne ranks of Easy Company, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment.

- Joe Liebgott -

The Edge of Almost ( os | a )

High in the Alps of Berchtesgaden, the war may be ending, but the battle between Joe Liebgott and Y/N comes to a breaking point. As Joe confesses what they both already know—that they were never just friends...

Locked and Loaded ( os | f-a )

In the middle of war, some battles aren’t fought with bullets. Tension runs high between Easy Company’s only woman and a certain sharp-tongued translator. With the jump into Eindhoven looming, gear isn’t the only thing weighing heavy on their shoulders.

Until We Meet Again ( mp | f-a | oc ) - coming soon

Operation Valhalla follows the untold story of the Valkyries-four trailblazing women who defy societal expectations and the military's rigid norms to join the elite airborne ranks of Easy Company, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment.

- George Luz -

Stolen Hearts ( os | «f )

Easy Company’s medic, and George Luz navigate a bond that’s always hovered on the edge of something more. Though forbidden by Colonel Sink’s orders, George can’t help falling for her—and she’s spent every moment trying not to fall back.

The Ones Who Don't Laugh ( os | h/c )

A quiet night after a long day. Laughter echoes from the campfire, but one voice is missing. When Y/N finds George sitting alone with a forced smile and tired eyes, the conversation shifts from jokes to honesty—and maybe, for once, George isn’t the one keeping everyone else afloat.

- Babe Heffron -

Stay With Me ( os | h/c )

In a world tearing itself apart, a guarded medic lets herself finally fall—only to find Babe Heffron already waiting, steady and soft, willing to stay through every broken piece.

Undone By You ( os | s/t )

In the dim haze of a crowded bar somewhere in Europe, two soldiers from different worlds find themselves drawn to one another. She’s quiet and careful. He’s bold and charming. But in a war-torn moment suspended in time, a single spark threatens to change everything.

Until We Meet Again ( mp | h/c | oc ) - coming soon

Operation Valhalla follows the untold story of the Valkyries-four trailblazing women who defy societal expectations and the military's rigid norms to join the elite airborne ranks of Easy Company, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment.

- Floyd Talbert -

Too Chicken? ( os | «f | s/t )

Tension simmers between two stubborn souls who speak fluent sarcasm and hide too much behind sharp words. One supply room. One poorly placed box. And maybe—finally—something they’ve both been avoiding.

- Lewis Nixon -

Every Line We Crossed ( os | f-a | s/t )

WWII. Bad timing. Worse decisions. Long stares across war rooms, a translator who speaks four languages and still can’t find the right words, and Lewis Nixon who drinks too much and feels too much. It’s tense. It’s messy. It’s that kind of almost-love that was doomed from the start—but God, did it burn.

What We Held On To ( mp | «a | oc ) - coming soon

Francine Ellis was never supposed to be on the front lines-at least, not on paper. Official records list her as a WAAC clerk. The truth? She was one of the first women selected for Project Vigil.

- Ronald Spiers -

Until We Meet Again ( mp | «a | oc ) - coming soon

Operation Valhalla follows the untold story of the Valkyries-four trailblazing women who defy societal expectations and the military's rigid norms to join the elite airborne ranks of Easy Company, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment.

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[cheshitora]

PSYCHO X KILLER

[ killing keisuke isn't an easy task, especially when he knows all your silly tricks. well, not all of them apparently. sometimes, it really does take just a little luck for you to finally succeed. ]

╋━━ ON THE AIR : BAJI X AFAB!READER

╋━━ WARNING : DARK CONTENT, AGED UP, MURDER, STRANGLING, ASPHYXIATION, DEATH, MENTION OF DEADLY CHEMICAL, IMMORTAL BAJI, SPANKING, FINGERING, ORGASM DENIAL (F), DACRYPHILIA, lmk if i missed anything

╋━━ FINAL CALL : heyyy. i liked the idea. so i had to write for valhalla trio too lol. they were supposed to be short drabbles but i yap too much lol. anyways enjoy

word count :: 1.3K - it was supposed to be a drabble lol

"you got me feelin' like a psycho.."

Don’t think you can try to fool Keisuke - you can’t. He may have passively allowed you to continue your little murder spree on him but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll let you have your way every time, if at all.

Your raven haired lover is keenly aware of any and all planned attacks and strategies you’ve thought you cleverly hid from him. Well, you were wrong. Because he didn’t fall for the old “open the door and get an ax to the face” trick. He certainly wasn't allowing himself to trip and fall back on a clearly visible gasoline puddle for you to set aflame. And it didn’t take a rocket scientist to discern the bitter smell of almonds in his waffles, finding the powdered sugar sprinkled delicately on top to be laced with cyanide. Nice try, but he wasn’t eating those.

Instead, he invited your next door neighbor to come over and eat the nicely made breakfast. Your neighbor who had gotten too close to comfort with you, always stealing glances your way and making inappropriate comments about your physique and attire when he presumed Keisuke would be out of earshot.

Boy, was he wrong and it nearly brought tears of joy to Keisuke’s eyes as he watched the sleazy man choke from the burning chemical in his throat, his face contorting in agony as he face planted into the plate of breakfast in front of him. Another one bites the dust.

You would sigh a breath of exhaustion, coming to terms that your futile attempts at your husband’s life were child’s play and Keisuke found it almost adorable when your moxy began to diminish. You even resorted to just sprinting towards him with a large, steel kitchen knife, aiming for his covered heart when he easily gripped your wrist the second you were in close range.

“Really? You can do better than that,” he smirked, swiping the cleaver from your grip with a low chuckle.

Poor girl, he thought but he knew your tricks and you found it increasingly difficult to fool your honey eyed husband. It was almost funny how hard you tried to end his life, though he knew it would be nearly impossible - he was an immortal, after all. There was no actual chance of you sending him back to the underworld with which he assumedly originated from, until today.

On this night, with mere luck to your advantage, just as you were heading off to bed, you clasped a string of thick, wooly rope in your palms, silently trudging towards your husband’s backside as he sat facing away from, leaning against the backrest of your couch with a beer in hand.

And before he could react to your sudden presence behind him, you quickly wrapped the thick rope around his neck, bracing your foot against the couch as you pulled back with all your might, your raven haired husband thrashing about, desperately fingering the rope trapped against the skin of his neck.

Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead and chest - your husband was strong and holding him back with your own strength was proving to be a difficult task until you noticed the change in his color, his olive skin turning red from asphyxiation. Suddenly, the red shifted to a blue hue, a telltale sign of his life slipping from his body and then - he went limp.

You stared at him in horror, eyes nearly bulging out of your head as you made out the sight of your dead lover: bloodshot eyes, head leaned over the backrest of the couch, mouth agape, fingers still hooked under the rope, unbreathing, lifeless.

You stood there in utter shock, unwilling to take a step towards the man you called your husband. You knew it wouldn’t have been possible for him to actually kick the bucket but for a split second as his heart stopped, you feared the worst. Your hands reached out towards him before he unexpectedly inhaled a large gasp of air, jolting you out of your stupor, a shrill shriek escaping your lungs as Keisuke breathed heavily, tossing the length of rope aside as he rubbed his now bruised neck with his hands.

Your heart was beating erratically in your chest, feeling like you were on the verge of a heart attack as Keisuke shifted his attention towards you, knitting his brows in what seemingly looked like a mix of anger and admiration, perhaps even arousal. 

“Fuck, you actually did it,” he rasped out. This was the first time, and maybe even the only time, you’ve successfully murdered your husband, but now he was ready to take vengeance on you.

Now, Keisuke would never hurt you intentionally. Well, he would but only if it was meant to bring you pleasure and right now, he couldn’t think of a better way to praise and reprimand you than to lay you across his lap, hiking up the thin cotton of your small night dress, revealing your panty clad ass to his hungry eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he brought his rough, calloused hand down against your backside with a loud, thundering clap, making you squeal out in pain.

One slap. Two slaps. Three. Four. Five.

You weren’t sure how much more you could take, your eyes brimming with tears as your legs shook from the stinging pain on your plush ass, underwear soaked from your growing arousal.

“Tappin’ out already? I haven’t even gotten to ten yet,” he laughed, hooking his fingers under the elastic band of your panties, shimmying them down your hips, your cunt glistening with arousal.

“Dirty slut.” He spread your legs further apart, tracing the tip of his finger against your weeping slit, a small whimper seeping from your lips before he rammed two digits into your tight cunt, eliciting a loud, drawn out moan from your throat. 

Without any warning, Keisuke pistoned his fingers in and out of your fluttering walls, all the while his other hand continued to deliver blow after blow to your tender skin. You writhed on his lap, mewls and whimpers tumbling off your lips in place of actual words, your vision becoming blurry with a wall of tears.

God, you were so pretty when you cried, beautiful and he loved every spill of salty droplets that stained your reddened cheeks. It took every ounce of him not to pin you to the couch and plunge his hardening cock past your slick folds. But he needed to punish you first. He wanted to see how far he could push you until you were a crying, shivering mess. You weren’t about to kill him and get away so easily without facing the consequences and for Keisuke, he wasn’t about to not break a sweat teaching you a lesson.

His dick twitched in his pants as he saw more tears flooding your eyes, a sadistic grin tugging at the corners of his lips as the pace of his hand quickened, the sound of squelching filling the once quiet space that had been disturbed when you cleverly caught your raven haired husband by surprise.

He was past ten slaps but he wanted to see how much more you could take. He felt your walls tighten around his digits, a warning sign that you were close, just on the precipice of releasing until he pulled his fingers out, your tight hole clenching around nothing as you whined, desperate for him to fill you back up again. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his spanking hand, pulling your head back as licked your sweet honey off his fingers.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “I don’t think you deserve to cum.”

You whined again, his hand gripping your hair harder, almost painful as he nibbled your earlobe. It was going to be a long night of punishment but a subtle smile etched across your face as he smacked your ass again, knowing the punishment was all too worth it.

Perhaps you should try to kill him again tomorrow. If you’re successful, you might just get punished again.

©ABOVE WORK BELONGS TO CHESHITORA. PLAGARISM AND STEALING WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS

[prinzrupprecht]

When they hurt your feelings

Featuring: Beelzebub, Cu Chulainn, Apollo, Okita ( part 1 )

Ight lads we onto a new series. Dunno why Okita feels out of place in this line up. First time doing Beel and Cu. If you guys want a specific character in part 2 you’ll have to request it or else imma just rng it.

Part 2 and Part 3

No warnings.

Beelzebub

You knew of the risks of trying to get close to the Lord of the Flies. You may have been pestering him around too lately or tried to get him to soften up around you.

All your efforts were for nothing but you still tried. He tells you to leave him alone most of the time while he studies in his own research room. You continued to pout as your advances were rejected yet again.

Beelzebub never tried to get to know you or why you even wanted to befriend him. Ever since Lilith and his three friends died because of him, he doesn’t want the same to happen to anyone else. Other gods feared him and he liked to live in solitude.

You still tried to get close to him. It was pissing him off and so he snapped without thinking one day. He called you the worst things a person shouldn’t ever hear. Bottom-feeder gods were better than you. You were more annoying than a fly buzzing in his ear. If it wasn’t for his desire to die so badly, he’d rather your piercing voice kill him instead.

You probably were more hurt than ever and couldn’t even bring yourself to leave your house for days. You were so annoying that he would rather die than be near you? No, he always wanted to die and you tried to change that.

Instead, you had tried to move on. Maybe it was for the better? Even no matter how hard you tried to be friendly to him, it was no use and the weeks that have gone by without passing a word to him. He probably doesn’t even care enough to look in your direction.

You found your way to the garden of Eve despite the weird creatures that lurk around the forbidden tree. You just wanted to break free from the reality you were in for a moment— “why are you here?” His voice sounded like venom. You couldn’t even move, yet he was here.

“Fine then I’ll leave, sorry for even coming here.” You pouted and turned your head to see him giving you an amused look. You were confused, didn’t he want you not to be around him?

“Actually, I liked it better when you were annoying. It fits you more,” he huffed. He wanted you to pester him around? You didn’t want to feel that heartache again that he gave you.

“Huh?! If you’re here to insult me again then go away!” You huffed pointing your finger at him.

He grabbed your arm pulling you to him with a smirk plastering his face. “No. I actually would rather risk killing you than you avoid me again.” He pushed you against the tree with one hand close to your head. Your mind was running wild with thoughts. Kill you?

“Fine then, only if you let me get to know the real you instead of pushing me away!” You glared back at him which he stepped forward towards you. He was surprised Satan hasn’t tried to kill you. His heart was growing more fonder of you by the day and it killed him more when you stopped pestering him around because of his cruel behaviour towards you.

At last he would have you here and now.

Cu Chulainn

Knowing Cu was probably a nightmare. He was rude and complained about the gods a lot. What were you even? A human brought to Valhalla and met Cu Chulainn along the way. You weren’t exactly the closest to him but you grew jealous of how much he paid attention to his dog more than you sometimes. However, he had a different side to him whenever he was with his dog Geis.

You sometimes wish you were the dog but you concealed your feelings for him knowing what had happened to other women who tried to confess to him. Morrigan… you were there when she demanded him to marry her and the two fought. Morrigan tried to kill you out of revenge for Cu rejecting her. Yet, something snapped in him and somehow he defeated her within seconds.

Your mind was brought back to you watching Cu with his dog. He even allowed you to pet his dog where as nobody else was allowed to. He trusted you enough to pet him. “He’s not bad when he gets to know someone first.” Cu smiled genuinely watching Geis brush against your side.

“He’s cute! Is he fine with cats?” You looked at Cu who gave you even more of an annoyed look. Cats? What?

“I don’t know?” He was having doubts about where this was going.

“Can he meet my cats?” You clasped your hands together. His dog around a bunch of felines?!

“Hell no, Geis doesn’t need to be around a bunch of annoying cats. Heck, even I don’t want them around me.” Cu turned his head but you didn’t say anything. You accepted Cu’s dog but he wouldn’t even trust a few cats? You had thought because he liked animals, maybe he wouldn’t mind the stray cats you take care of.

“It’s fine! Sorry, I asked. I uh– I have to go back home now anyway!” You didn’t even give him a chance to say anything before leaving.

Cu was rude most days, and you put up with him a lot. You watched him train and talked nonstop in his ear. Even when he was busy, he always found time to check up on you. You didn’t want to admit to him about your feelings for him incase he’d reject you.

So why were you hurt now? Cu would probably kill your cats anyway so it’s better that he wasn’t around them. He can’t even accept one part of you?

Several days had passed without hearing anything from Cu. You were fairly certain this must’ve been the longest you haven’t heard from him. You were too sad to even leave the house, why were men so stubborn? Did he expect you to chase him? You refused to do that as you were stronger than that.

You almost didn’t hear the front door open and you immediately jumped thinking someone entered your home. “Woah, relax.” Cu showed himself from around the corner. He looked more annoyed than you.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice croaked which gave away how upset you were with him. You weren’t only upset about what he thought of your cats but his rude attitude also puts you down at times.

“Heh? You didn’t come by for a few days, so I wanted to see if you’re alive. And Geis too was worried,” he called his dog over who nearly tackled you to the ground and was licking you all over. You were happy but at the same time, this changes nothing.

“Well, I’m alive so you can leave.” You gave him a murderous stare indicating you were mad at him. Cu was irritated with you. Now you’re matching his mood? He was stubborn but he never thought you’d be the same.

“Nah, bring your felines out.” Cu brought an arm up to his forehead to hint at the imaginary headache you were causing him. Would you stop being mad at him if he petted one of your cats?

You perked your head up at him, “not if you’re forcing yourself to meet them.” You pouted.

“I’m asking to,“ he didn’t want to admit that it was indeed to make you stop being mad at him. He missed you.

“Fine, but could you be more nicer to me from now on?” You stood up and gave him a sly smile.

“Whatever, Princess.”

Apollo

Being Apollo’s wife came with both pros and cons. He would either suffocate you with his love and continuously talk nonstop to you about his passion for beauty or he would disappear for days. The disappearing part was recent. He used to stay in the Olympus palace with you most times. This was making you worry whether he was going back to his old ways.

Was he seeing someone new? Was he bored of you now? The unsettling feeling wouldn’t go away. Maybe you shouldn’t wait for him anymore.

“My lady, it’s urgent.” One of the maids opened into your shared room. You looked at her to continue.

“Ah, my apologies. Apollo is severely injured and is asking for you.” Severely?! What? You weren’t even mad anymore. Your worries were filled with intrusive thoughts of him being in a critical condition that may be fatal. You could also be worrying too much.

You rushed out of the room as you heard of the news. Why was he severely hurt? You were going to scold him but as soon as you reached the infirmary where there were many injured Olympus guards, deities and you found Apollo in his own room.

“Agh, what happened?!” You busted open the door and you could see that he was wrapped in bandages. His force went from wide shock to giving you a small smile.

“It’s nothing too major darling—"

“Nothing too major? You’re covered from the chest down in bandages?! I’m hurt, yes. You would go off and disappear for days! I know you’re not telling me things.” You lowered your head and sat next to his bedside.

“I’m sorry for being in such a disgusting unsightly position right now.” He changed the topic back to his beauty which even hurt you even more. Did he only care about his looks?

“Can you take this seriously for once? Agh, maybe I should leave.” You stood up but Apollo sighed and needed to explain why he was gone for days at a time. However, you spoke up again turning to face him.

“I thought you were seeing someone else! And then I hear this, I— I don’t even know.” You covered your mouth with one hand. Apollo was offended you lacked faith in him. In all honestly, it shocked him. However, it was his fault for not telling you the Titan issue so you wouldn’t worry. Yet, he knew he messed up.

“The Titans broke into heaven and Zeus needed all of us.” He grabbed your hands to stop your shaking. You were immensely scared and your worries wouldn’t stop.

Hey, hey, everything is fine.” Apollo pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. You were starting to feel a bit more at ease. You lowered your head on his chest without trying to hurt him. His arms wrapped around your waist. You were calming down and hoping he would recover from this.

Even the titans may return later but you wanted him to be more truthful. “I’m sorry, I overreacted and thought you would hurt me…” you were feeling bad but Apollo still placed one of his hands to his forehead.

“Hmm, no I have no reason to commit infidelity as you’re the only beautiful woman I need to comfort me.” He was so obsessed with beauty even to the point that only you were the most beautiful gem in his eyes.

Okita

Every time you tried to practice your swings and techniques alone, Okita would always make his comments about how you were almost as bad as Hijikata as a joke. You envy him for being a prodigy and that he was right. Souji was the best swordsman in Kondo’s Shieikan training hall. Nothing hurts more than hearing his negative thoughts about your swordplay.

Hijikata was unbothered by the comments hurled at him for being the worst swordsman, and for some reason, you didn’t want to show how bothered you were. Okita-san liked to play around with them and that was what men did. It was a weakness to show your emotional side. You tried to keep your distance from the demon child. For many years you had known Souji, he was incredibly kind to you but that was up until recently when you wanted to learn how to use a sword.

You asked Saitou and Nagakura to help you, but they still won against you every single time. Yet, they never gave you a ton of criticism like how Souji had. They even said you had the potential to be as good as them. It was only Souji who said even if you trained for a hundred years, you wouldn’t ever be as good as him. Maybe he was right, but you weren’t trying to be as good as him. You wondered what changed? Why was he like this towards you?

Even when Kondo took him in, you were just a kid at the time who was also raised by Kondo’s adoptive father and lived at the Shieikan dojo. You even helped Kondo-san take care of Souji and he became incredibly attached and protective of you two. You had wondered if he had thought of you more than someone who just took care of him when he had no one. His sister abandoned him and you reassured him he wasn’t a monster as others saw him as.

When you saw him talking to Saitou and smiling, you felt a bit sad. Why did he act differently around them compared to you? You missed his nice and caring side. You were bothered but you pushed yourself to move on. As you walked away you saw Kondo in another room. “Everything okay?” he had asked which your mind stopped for a moment. You nodded but said nothing.

“You’ve been acting strange these past few days,” he patted you to sit next to him and you couldn’t help but break down your emotions. You couldn’t hold them in any longer. You told Kondo that it was becoming unbearable to be around Souji.

“I don’t think he means it like that, I think he is worried that you’ll get hurt." Kondo took another sip of his tea. You wondered what he meant by that. Get hurt? After some time talking to the boss of the dojo, you started to understand where Souji was coming from. He never spoke to Kondo about his concerns either since men tend to not show their emotions or like to express themselves.

You decided the comments hurt too much and went back to cleaning the dojo and after them. Your friendship felt worse with Souji now. You decided that whatever you thought there was with him before was completely gone now. You saw Yamanami and Saitou practicing inside and they wanted to help you train but you politely declined.

You saw Souji outside sitting at the cherry blossom tree and that was when you walked over to him to confront him with the way he behaved towards you. “You going to explain yourself?” You were standing in front of him and he didn’t look up at you nor spoke for a moment.

“Huh? What?” He gave you an innocent reaction and it irritated you. It was like a sting to your heart and you were just bothering him at this point.

“Seriously? You’re going to play dumb? Never mind, this was a mistake.” You were about to walk away and go back to cleaning but Souji grabbed your sleeved arm so you wouldn’t leave him. Ever since you helped Kondo take care of him, he was afraid you would leave him one day.

“I’m sorry.” He still wouldn’t let go of your arm.

“Huh?” You sat next to him.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you.” His lips curled up into a smile. His knees were still up to his chest while you knew he meant it.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to practice swordplay anymore with Saitou or Nagakura-san.” You shrugged.

“Why haven't you asked me?”

“I— I don’t know. I don’t want to bother you with trivial things…” This made you fidget with your long sleeves.

“But you’re fine with bothering Hajime-san?” You understood where he was coming from. He was annoyed you never asked him for help and relied on others. Jealous? You didn’t want to make a joke about him being jealous. It was obvious and it makes sense that he wanted to be the one to train you and even protect you.

“So you would help train me without being a prick this time?” You couldn’t help but blush a bit. He looked at you and noticed how flustered you looked.

He nodded, “ya I can do that.” He smiled at you and leaned his body against yours like old times. After all, maybe your friendship could be something else with him.

Note: I really want to write a ton of bs one shots with Cu all of a sudden. Anyway, that’s all for now!

[burekforsatoru]

arise, fair sun

baji keisuke/f!reader | read it on ao3 meeting at the bridge goes about as well as you could predict, baji can't tell you about his plans, and you can't ask him to spill. you know he has something up his sleeve though. wc: 5.2k tags: shakespeare is rolling in his grave, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff

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The Shibuya-bashi footbridge was surprisingly quiet today as if reflecting the sombre mood of the boy leaning against it. His hair was a long black curtain on one side of his face, the other side uncovered thanks to a strand tucked behind his ear. 

When you spotted him, your breath hitched. His new jacket caught your eye, being a new addition to your best friend’s outfit, a white jacket with a headless angel on the back - the Valhalla uniform. His dark hair contrasted with the white of the jacket, and seeing him wear it felt… unnatural.

You walked towards him in casual clothes, not wanting to stir any tensions between the gangs, and you hadn’t even reached him when he spoke in a voice low enough that he couldn’t be overheard, but loud enough that you could understand him clearly.

“You can’t change my mind, I’m not coming back.”

You stopped a few feet from him, leaning against the same fence and looking over the traffic underneath the footbridge.

“I know.”

You just wished he would tell you what was going on. It was clear that he wasn’t honest about it, that he hadn’t left Toman for some bullshit reason like he had said. However, you weren’t going to push him like Chifuyu had asked you to. You trusted his plans, trusted that he knew what he was doing, even if you desperately wanted to be included, be by his side like the old times.

“You’re not going to ask me why I left?” He spoke bluntly, with a little trace of surprise in his voice, but his gaze stayed on the moving traffic below. There was hardly anyone on the bridge but you two, just a few people rushing to and from work, nobody paying you any mind.

You looked down at the traffic, picking out cars that honked at others to focus on something other than your heart beating so loudly. You shook your head to answer his question, knowing he could still see you in his peripheral vision since he didn’t turn his head to face you.

Baji let out a long exhale, he could tell you weren’t there to pester him to spill everything. He knew you well enough to know that he could share his pain, you had shared everything before. Even through his stupid decisions, dumb and rash moves, you had always been by his side, either pulling him out of his mess or ending up in it with him.

“Then why are you here?” he continued in a low voice, still not tearing his gaze away from the cars below.

“Wanted to see you.” Your voice was equally as low, impacted by the immense emotions fighting inside you. Sighing, you didn’t look over at him. Your thoughts were with the moving people under the bridge, with the passage of time, and the ever-changing nature of everything in this world. 

He gripped the fence of the bridge a little tighter. Despite knowing you wouldn’t be here to question and push him, he didn’t expect such an answer. I wanted to see you. Of course.

“Did you come here alone?” He spoke up after a few moments of processing your words. Finally, he looked up from the traffic and turned his head in your direction. You saw his movement from the corner of your eye and followed suit, facing him while still leaning on your palms, gripping the fence.

A simple nod answered his question. You couldn’t have known if he’d be alone or with someone, not yet sure how much Valhalla trusted him. But you were out of the Toman uniform, wearing casual shorts and a T-shirt, not a single sign of being a gang member on your clothes.

“Chifuyu is doing alright, by the way. The bruises on his face are fading.” You spoke a little more softly. He had done a number on Chifuyu to prove that his ties with Toman had been cut, but Chifuyu didn’t hold a grudge against him. He believed that Baji had a plan he simply wasn’t sharing with anyone. Baji furrowed his brows in guilt and shame, feeling awful for having to leave Toman.

“That’s… good to know.” He mumbled slightly, his voice carried a tone of relief despite the turmoil he felt inside. A flock of birds flew overhead and you lifted your head to follow their movements, the breeze from their wings lifting Baji’s and your hair, rustling it before it settled down again.

“Missed you at game night last night.” You didn’t say it to make him feel bad, though you knew inevitably it would. You needed him to know you missed him being there. You missed him being your friend, not just your division’s captain. A random person shuffled past you while talking on the phone hurriedly, getting out of earshot before Baji replied.

“I know… I miss game nights too.”

“Not the same without my Pictionary partner.”

You slid ever so slightly closer to him along the fence, bending your knee and resting it against the railing, making your stance look almost casual. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Baji.” You continued in an almost sad tone, unable to let him go on without letting him know, in your own subtle way, how much you were all worried about him, how much everyone… how much you missed him.

He let out a chuckle, but his instant grin was quickly replaced with a serious expression when you spoke. He knew better than to think you would guilt him into leaving Valhalla, you’d spent many years by each other’s side and he knew manipulation simply wasn’t your style.

“I know what I’m doing, alright?” He assured you, and maybe even tried to convince himself as well.

“Is anyone from Valhalla around?” Your question made Baji quickly look around to make sure nobody was lurking.

“No, I came here alone.” He was still glancing around to make sure that, despite his lone outing to the footbridge, nobody had decided to check on him. 

“You’re staying safe?” You slid a little closer again, now standing within whispering distance from him. 

He looked over at you briefly and let out a sigh at the question. He knew you were just worried, checking on him to make sure he was alright. He nodded slightly and closed his eyes. 

“As safe as I can be,” he whispered, keeping his voice low and quiet, “but I can handle myself, you don’t need to worry about me.”

“I know.” Your response was immediate, though you didn’t know why he still bothered to tell you not to worry as if you hadn’t done this dance a million times before. “I know you can.” 

You slowly reached out to touch his face tenderly, brushing his cheek with your thumb. Your eyes focused on the shadows under his eyes, more prominent now than before leaving Toman. 

Baji closed his eyes for a moment, his breathing slowed and he leaned into your hand, as if this gentle touch was exactly what he was craving.

“Then why do you still worry so goddamn much?” He quietly mumbled against your palm, opening his eyes and finally looking right at you. Sliding a little closer still, you looked up at him with a solemn expression, taking in the relaxed expression that clashed with his stressed-out demeanor.

“I can’t stop.” It was an honest answer, but one he either wasn’t ready to hear, or didn’t know how to act upon hearing.

“Damn, you’re such a pain.” His voice carried no annoyance, only affection despite the harsh words.

You softly chuckled before getting up on your tip-toes to get closer to his face. Your soft lips ghosted over his, barely touching at all before you got back down, pulled your hand away from his face and jokingly punched him in the shoulder for calling you a pain. You nearly gave in when his breath hitched in anticipation, but it wasn’t the time.

He let out a fake grunt in pain when your closed fist collided with his shoulder, rubbing the area softly. 

“That hurts, you know…” He mumbled, faking a hurt tone. Quickly, he switched to a grin and punched you back, albeit incredibly lightly, on the shoulder.

“No, it doesn’t.” You rolled your eyes replying, slightly smirking and letting the playfulness into your tone, making Baji’s grin widen. 

“I think you bruised me.” He said through a light chuckle, rubbing his shoulder dramatically with a look of fake pain. Now, you didn't mean to feel it, but the light banter in his words kicked the air out of your lungs. It seemed so… normal, but at the same time, it obviously wasn't. Nothing about this was normal. Your jaw clenched at the light-hearted tone that he had used just like nothing had changed, though everything was different.

“I think you deserved it.” Your voice came out as a little whisper while a few tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill and make this into a bigger deal than it was.

Of course, he picked up the sudden change in your voice, the front you had put up, the pretense that everything was fine. That your heart wasn't breaking.

His face changed into an expression of guilt. Despite believing what he was doing was necessary and right, there was a part of his life that was going to be affected regardless. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, it was clear in his voice when he finally mumbled quietly.

“I suppose I did.”

You looked down at your feet before managing to meet his gaze again.

“You know I'm always on your side, right? And so is your entire division.”

His eyes followed your gaze, meeting your eyes after looking down, as if in shame.  Baji knew you weren't trying to make him feel guilty, only to reassure him and remind him that no matter what, you'd still support him.

“Yeah… I know.” He replied after nodding slightly, letting out a long sigh.

“Then do what you need to do,” you reached up to softly touch a strand of his hair and then his cheek, “but don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need it. And come back to us afterwards… come back… to me.”

You felt his movement, leaning into the touch on his face while closing his eyes, savoring the moment of tender intimacy between you two, one that you both needed.

Both of you knew he couldn't ask for help right now, he couldn't ask the rest of his Toman division. He had to do it alone. But… hearing your words made him feel a little less alone. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was softer.

“I will. I… promise.” After hearing his words you quickly wiped a tear from the corner of your eye before it could roll off your cheek. Returning your hand into the pocket of your shorts, you forced your body into a relaxed stance and pushed yourself off the fence.

“You better. I'll be waiting.”

With that, you turn to leave, walking away with feigned nonchalance. Baji watched as you walked, noticing the slight tension in your shoulders while you did your best to act casual and not look back. His hands itched to reach out to you, call out and pull you back, but he didn’t act on it. He stayed still. He watched your figure get smaller and smaller until he couldn’t see you anymore, keeping his voice as low as possible as he whispered your name.

The next few days seemed never ending. Though Baji was being kept busy with Valhalla business, his mind often wandered, sometimes to that day on the footbridge, sometimes reminiscing about the good old days with Toman.

Most of his nostalgia-induced daydreams ended up being about game nights with you, nightly conversations with you, bike rides with… you. The way you had held his face in your gentle hands that day at the bridge was driving him insane with overthinking. There was certainly a pattern there…

Finally, there was hope for a day off, no bullshit tasks within Valhalla, Baji was free to do whatever he wanted. And what he wanted… was to check something.

He started walking in the direction of your house, almost in reflex to overthinking and struggling. Clearly, his mind wouldn’t shut up about how he had left things at the bridge, he tried to rationalize his thoughts, but to no avail. Just go, check on her, make sure she’s alright.

So he found himself across the clearing from your window.

Baji felt a hit of nostalgia as he remembered all the times he would sneak through that same window on the first floor just to chat the night away, wiping away your salty tears and talking your ear off about something random just to make you smile again.

He walked through the clearing, stopping just several feet away from the window, observing your seemingly relaxed state as you sat on the windowsill and let your damp hair dry. He suddenly felt the extent of how much he had missed you. Your game nights, your laughs, your movie marathons…

As you sat on the windowsill of your bedroom, you tried distracting yourself from thinking about Baji. The book you had picked up to try and read was lying on the floor, face-down, long forgotten. Your mind was switching from one memory to another, reminiscing the days when you’d message Baji if you got into a fight with your parents or had a generally shitty day and he’d immediately come over, spending the night sitting on this very same windowsill and talking until the sun came up, getting no sleep, but giggling deep into the night.

Reminiscing the days when he would invite you over to his place, when his mom would ask you to make him do things he had been too lazy to do (“why the hell would i clean my room when it’s gonna get messy again anyway?”) or beg you to make him study for tests and do projects due the following week. It had always been a losing battle, but you could appreciate the fact that she thought you had any sway in his head.

Snapping out of your daydreaming and looking down to where he stood, at first you thought you imagined him standing there, but he had his signature grin on, there was no way your mind could replicate that so perfectly.

You opened the window fully, poking your head out.

“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” You recited in an overdramatic tone, sporting a smirk in amusement despite the circumstances.

Baji chuckled when he recognized the reference, shaking his head slightly while preparing to climb up to the window like before. He sat down on the windowsill, looking at you and returning your smirk.

“I suppose that makes you Juliet then?” His tone made your sly smirk turn into a smile.

“I suppose so.” You replied almost instantly, missing the easy banter you once kept constantly.

“What, not very happy to have Romeo here?” He teased when you didn’t run into his arms like you would before. You eyed the Valhalla jacket that he wore, your heart clenching at the sight of it worn so casually, so… openly.

Your smile slightly faltered as you sat together, the tragic comparison with the fictional characters suddenly glaringly obvious and fucking sad.

“You do remember how they ended up, right?” Your point hit home, but he waved it off. Baji clearly didn’t want to think about the story, instead finding slight amusement in the way he, once again, climbed through the window like some kind of hero, saving the damsel in distress. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t ruin it.” He said with a lighthearted scoff.

“If I remember correctly,” you started with a light smirk again, “when we covered that play in school, your words were something along the lines of… ‘well maybe they should have communicated better and not been idiots’.”

He let out a genuine laugh, the nostalgia about the school days bringing out the humor of his words.

“Yeah, that was it. And I stand by it, they were idiots.”

“So have you come here to communicate, Baji?” You pulled your leg up on the windowsill, folding it under yourself at the same time that he leaned his head back against the wall as you faced each other.

“I have… I think.”

Baji’s fingers seemed to twitch, as if itching to touch you as he folded them on his knees in an attempt to appear casual. He paused for a moment, savoring the silence that had settled between you, though he had questions on the tip of his tongue, all of them scrambling over each other to be let out first. Instead of asking how you were doing, if you were alright, how things were… he was just silent, paralyzed.

“You been okay?” You broke the silence in a soft voice for him.

His eyes betrayed the look of relief that you had spoken first, alleviating his stress of having to initiate. Despite that, his brown eyes reflected sadness. Guilt that he hadn't reached out first. I should've asked her first, I was the one who left.

“Yeah, I'm… I'm fine.” There was an unsaid as fine as I can be in his response. 

“Kept busy?” You smiled as you asked, relieved that at least he wasn’t… hurt physically. As far as you could see.

“Yeah, that's an understatement.” He chuckled through the reply, a humorless noise, an attempt at lessening the severity of the circumstances.

In truth, he had been busy most of the week, mostly because Valhalla was trying to use him for anything they could. It wasn't every day you got a highly capable first division captain of a rival gang to join you, they would've been stupid not to use the situation.

“I'm not gonna ask more about it, I know you can't tell me…” You followed up quickly, making sure he knew that you still didn't expect him to divulge his plans, that you understood his need for secrecy.

Baji nodded, a part of him wanted to confide in you… needed the comfort of another person, his best friend, telling him it would be okay and he was right to make those choices. He quickly changed his tone to a more light-hearted one, nudging you with his foot.

“I would tell you if I could, you know that.”

“I know.” You responded in a soft voice before looking down to where he nudged you as you played with a strand of your damp hair. “How’s your mom? And Peke J?”

His lips curled into a little smile, it had been a while since he talked about his mom and the cat.

“They're both doing fine. They're good,” he paused a little before adding, as if contemplating whether or not to say anything more, “my mom says she misses you.”

You smiled through the pang of guilt, though it wasn't exactly your fault that you hadn't visited.

“I miss her too, miss Peke J’s loud ass meowing as well.” You missed spending time at his place, sneaking into his bedroom, playing with Peke J and giving him catnip stuffed toys while his mom made you coffee and sandwiches. It was sometimes eerie how similar his mom and he looked, but it was heartwarming to see he was Ryoko’s son through and through.

He, too, remembered the good times at his place, you two, his mom, and the cat. Some of his favorite moments. 

“Yeah, he's as noisy as ever, I swear he's yelling louder every damn day.”

“I wouldn't be surprised, actually. He's probably part hyena or something.”

Your heart soared when Baji snorted with laughter, the closest it came to the way things had been before. 

“I'd believe that. Little bastard wakes me up every morning with his yowls.” With a brush of his hand through his long hair, he sighed.

It became so easy laughing again, sitting on the windowsill with him, your legs touching as you escape reality for a while.

“Can you please take that off?” You pointed at his Valhalla jacket, the only visual reminder of the harsh reality, the only thing that ruined your daydreaming of simpler times.

Baji tried to keep things light-hearted for a bit longer, playfully scoffing and raising his eyebrow at the request though in his eyes it was evident he noticed your somewhat sad tone.

“You want me to strip for you, is that it?” There was no other way he could have expected you to react apart from a roll of your eyes and a click of your tongue.

“Don't want a Valhalla member in my bedroom… just want to see my Baji…”

My Baji.

The words made his chest feel a little tighter and his heart started hammering. He didn't want to be just a Valhalla member to you, didn't want to be anyone else other than… your Baji.

He took a deep breath and slid the jacket off his shoulders, unceremoniously dropping it on the bedroom floor.

Once the jacket came off, he was back to being a regular guy, clad in a regular t-shirt and regular jeans, the thing you liked seeing him wear the most, other than his Toman uniform.

“Thank you, Kei.” You didn't use his first name too often as most of your other friends just called him Baji, but sometimes… when the mood was just right, when he was more than just Baji, he was Keisuke. Kei. Now he was finally your Keisuke again. 

No gang, no defection, no bullshit.

It didn't seem like he understood what a big deal it was for you, seeing him like that with an aura of normalcy instead of wearing that damn thing until you called him by his first name again, reminding him of the connection you’d always had. Baji shifted slightly, his foot sliding a little closer to yours, touching the side of your ankle. He was silent for a moment, as if reminding himself that he was still him.

“I'm still the same person.”

“I know,” you leaned forward, reaching up to his face and cupping his cheek gently, just like you had done at the footbridge, “just don't need to see that damn symbol.”

Your touch was so gentle and careful, as if holding something precious in your hands, it made him instinctively lean into your palm again, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh. He finally seemed to understand that seeing him in that jacket reminded you of the stupid goddamn situation you were in, of the fact that he shouldn't have even come here.

“I never wanted it to be like this.” He admitted quietly.

“I know, I get it,” your thumb just slightly brushed against his cheek, “that's why I'm not asking you to tell me your plans… or to include me, though I really want you to. I trust you.”

His throat tensed as he swallowed thickly at your words. 

“You shouldn't trust me so easily.”

“Think it was easy?” You let out a surprised laugh, short and sweet.

He lifted one black eyebrow in surprise, taken aback at the reply, as if he expected you to tell him you’d always trust him, that it was easy because it was him. 

“You sayin’ it’s not easy trusting me?” Curiosity got the better of him.

“I’m saying,” you pinch his cheek lightly for a brief moment, “that it wasn’t easy to get to know you back then. But once I knew you… really knew you, I knew I could trust you.”

He hummed softly before nodding, remembering how he kept away from most people at school, not really taking to friendships easily. But once you’d got through to him and befriended him, you became inseparable.

His body leaned in once again, resting against your warm palm in a subconscious search for comfort.

“Guess you’re just too stubborn, huh?” He teased.

A slight breeze through the open window ruffled over you as you sat facing him, crossing your legs over his on the windowsill.

“Good thing you love me stubborn.”

His hands rested on your thighs, a small smile gracing his face as he marveled at how soft your skin was and how warm it felt under his palms. It felt good being close to you like this again, even if only for a little while, even if it could hurt even more once the moment was done and back to being in Valhalla, having no ties to Toman, no ties to you. For now, he was just relishing the moment, and in the moment he let out a half-playful, half-serious scoff.

“Hmph, more like unfortunate.”

“Oh yeah, very unfortunate to have someone by your side whatever the weather, right? Poor you.” You chuckled, tempted to smack his cheek.

“Oh absolutely, it’s truly a struggle living with the burden of your unwavering support and loyalty.” Baji grinned and patted your thigh playfully, finally relaxing fully in the familiar banter, this is how it’s supposed to be.

“And yet you always come back for more… masochist.” You retorted, soaking up all the smiles on his face, the way his lips curled and showed the sharp points of his teeth was so familiar, so cheekily and deeply him. It was obvious he was enjoying the lightheartedness of the moment, a brief respite from the weight put on his shoulders since joining Valhalla.

“Oh you have no idea. Nothing gets me off more than being around your stubborn ass.” His hand squeezed the flesh of your thigh gently, in a slow motion, as if reminding you (and himself) that he was still here, and this was real. You rested your forehead against his shoulder, sliding your body closer to him.

“Knew it, you can’t keep away from my stubborn ass.”

Baji smiled. You lifted your gaze to catch his eyes, skin crinkled around them as it always did whenever he let himself show a big grin, his sharp canines on full display. 

Oh, how you loved it when he smiled. 

The sight of it made your face soften even more, as if caught off guard by such a sincere reaction, as simple as a smile. 

He didn’t want to ruin the moment, so he turned his head to the side to look at you better. He held your gaze, drinking in your closeness, the way you looked at him like he mattered. Like he had a place in this world. 

Oh, how he loved it when you looked at him like that. 

Both, suddenly and slowly at the same time, you lifted your head and stretched your neck to ghost your lips over his again, just like the other day on the bridge. They barely touched before you pulled back slightly, not even trusting yourself to take a breath before returning to a safe distance from his lips. 

Baji wanted to grab you, pull you closer, and kiss you until you were both gasping for air. He wanted to remember this moment, to store the memory of your touch in his mind. He didn’t act though, letting you pull back slightly before he spoke in a low voice.

“Unfair…”

Your voice comes out more strained than intended, as if struggling to find the strength to squeeze them through your teeth.

“I will kiss thy lips.Haply some poison yet doth hang on themTo make me die with a restorative”

You barely made it through the last line before quickly, afraid you would chicken out, closing the distance between your lips and softly kissing him.

He kissed back almost immediately, almost like he was about to lean in and kiss you himself had you not acted first. His mind was clear of everything apart from you. All his focus was on this blissful moment, hanging in the balance between the outside and the inside, between past and future. Between you and him.

The kiss soon became more desperate, Baji couldn’t help himself, his lips took more, pulled sounds from your lips, swallowing them hungrily. He moved his hand from your thigh to cup the back of your neck, greedily pulling you even closer to him. Deepening the kiss, brushing his tongue against your lips, he sought to taste you.

Desperate for more contact, you shifted to settle on his lap, pressing yourself against him and placing your suddenly restless hands on the back of his neck, pulling him in even more, closer, never enough. You kissed him like he was an oasis in the middle of a desert, like you were dying of thirst and he was sweet nectar. 

Once the kiss was broken, you search his eyes for anything resembling regret, anything that could break your heart as it lay out in the open. Your quick-flitting eyes made you focus on his breathing, analyzing every molecule of the tension between you. 

If there was one thing he was sure of, it was this – Baji Keisuke could never regret kissing you.

“I missed you every day you weren’t here.” Your voice was raw and quiet, but the proximity made it unnecessary to speak any louder, the warmth in your voice was enough to make his heart ache. Baji’s hand gently cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin before he responded in a soft voice.

“I missed you too. More than you know.”

They always said that learning stupid old dramas and literature was pointless. But you had a blueprint for a tragedy that you could avoid. You couldn’t bear to think of the similarities with tragic heroes. Star-crossed, doomed from the start. Instead, your heart thrummed with a different melody, rebellious, hell-bent on overcoming this bullshit, to hell with Valhalla and these grand schemes. You would fight and emerge victorious.

You kissed again, and again, lips gently meshing together in a slow dance, taking all the time you could steal from the universe, carving out a space and time for yourselves where you could exist in a bubble with no real-life consequences.

Baji’s eyes fluttered as your lips left his to continue their gentle affections across his jaw, down to where it met his neck. Your lips parted to press soft kisses and you let out little moans at the incredible feeling of finally having his sensitive skin under your lips like this. It was addicting.

It was nearly dangerous. He shouldn’t have even been here, but he was. Holding you in his lap, sitting on your windowsill with his hands resting on your ass, pressing you against his body that was going completely pliant as you traced your lips across his neck, down to his shoulder and back up to his jaw. That damn Valhalla jacket stayed forgotten on your bedroom floor, completely unwanted and irrelevant in this perfect moment, isolated from the rest of the world. 

And all he could think about was how to hold you even closer, closer, closer.

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thank you so much, @just-one-more-beer for lending me your eyes and brain to beta-read it months ago <3

[bones4thecats]

can I have Poseidon, Hades and Qin, separately.

it's about how they saw their lover/wife been killed right in front of them by mad man/god.

but then in Valhalla, they saw you once again. reincarnate, your colouring might be different from before. but a husband/lover, will always can tell their significant other.

once the two of you marry again. the wife reveal she remember her past life with them.

husband vow will always protect you and will always find you.

A/N: This was a ton of fun to write about, honestly, I kinda leaned into something like with the real myth of Shiva's wives, as they were all the same woman just reincarnated. This was a very long request to write, but I hope it was what you wanted. Anyways, enjoy~~

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🔱 You and Poseidon had been together for centuries, as the God and Goddess of the Sea and Sea Life respectively

🔱 You were the only person Poseidon ever truly loved, and he swore on your wedding day to protect you from anything that tried harming you

🔱 But it broke that day

🔱 Poseidon had to attend a meeting with his brothers and he decided to leave you at the palace with guards around every corner of the building, protecting you, though he'd prefer it being himself

🔱 He was listening to Zeus speak about the newest human arrivals that may pose a threat when one of Poseidon's nymphs had broke open the door, tears streaming down her face as blood was coating her hands

" Lord Poseidon, your S/O! They needs help, now! "

🔱 Hades, Adamas, and Zeus stood up in shock and began to run with him back to his home, scared on what had happened to you, their precious S/O-in-law

🔱 Seeing your bloody body scared him more than anything, you had a deep stab wound through your bodies, and by what he and the others knew, you were done for

🔱 Hearing you promise to marry him again in your next life made him start crying, and when he felt your last breath grace his face, all of Valhalla could hear the Tyrant of the Sea crying for the love of his life

🔱 It took a while, but he accepted the fact that you weren't going to return to him, death was irreversible, and no matter your promise, he knew it couldn't come true

🔱 Poseidon was walking through his kingdom underneath the ocean and when he walked to where you both would rest together after a long day, he froze and glared when he saw someone sitting there, in your spot

" Mortal, step aside and flee. " " You really haven't changed, have you 'Seidon?"

🔱 Shock crossed his face when he realized it was you, his S/O, but different... mortal...

🔱 You smiled at him and watched as he sunk to his knees and hugged your legs, laying his head on your lap, tears were swelling up, but he was determined to keep them inside

🔱 Once you both married again, many found it unbelievable that you were back, but they accepted it, it seemed the classic duo of Y/N and Poseidon had returned

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💀 Hades valued you more than anything in existence, and it showed

💀 He kept you protected from every threat that could possibly harm you, and in return, you gave him all the love and affection he could possibly need

💀 You had wanted to go out and into Valhalla to visit one of your oldest friends, Aphrodite, and he had allowed you, which he declares as his biggest mistake ever made

💀 Hades sat reading papers about the deals being made between both the Greek pantheon and others, for some reason Zeus decided to make a deal with Shiva that put them out of order for a week, when a guard of Aphrodite's ran in and began to yell about you

💀 Hearing your name being brought up made him immediately begin the journey to her home in Valhalla

💀 When he saw the healers sigh and shake his head as he stared at them, his heart felt like it stopped, and it basically did, causing him to pass out cold

💀 You were gone. The only light in his life, taken from him like nothing. But you promised to stay by his side forever... you... you promised... you can't just break a promise...

💀 Unlike Poseidon, Hades never reached the final stage of grief, instead, whenever he was alone and didn't have any work to do, he moped and just looked at your wedding photo on his desk, remembering it like it happened yesterday

💀 Hades had heard of a new Goddess that was added to the Hindu Pantheon and he needed to meet with them at the next Gods' Council meeting, and when he saw you, he knew you

💀 His S/O... but you died... how?

💀 It took a while, but when your relationship became strong enough for a marriage proposal, Hades had shown you the photos from your past life, stating you and him have been together for eons

💀 Maybe you gained them at that moment, maybe it took longer, but when he heard you remembered everything, he sobbed the tears he was holding back all those years, happy you remembered, happy you were back in his arms

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👑 The Emperor of China, your one true love, the man you swore to fight with and for no matter the cost, your Qin Shi Huang

👑 You and him had sworn to be by one another's sides until death, and you had proven that promise to happen, unfortunately, it wasn't a very good way

👑 Qin and you had been dealing with many attempted invasions and assassination attempts on your lives, so when he was busy giving out orders for future attacks, you had been resting in your bedroom

👑 He believed you were napping, so when he head one of your personal guards stammering as blood and sweat spread on his body, Qin stood up and immediately began yelling questions at the man, demanding to know what happened

👑 His guard had only panicked and passed out as Qin began to sprint down the hallways and towards your shared bedroom

👑 Qin only stopped when he had seen a maid rub your head while another covered parts of your body with cloth, most of them stained red with your blood

👑 Your blood... why was your blood showing, it should't be showing!

👑 After hearing you died from an assassination, he had the guards who failed protecting you executed and ordered for the man who killed you to be brought to a slow and painful death as soon as possible

👑 He ruled for many more years until his death in 210 B.C. and he ascended to Valhalla, there, he found his kingdom, just like it always was

👑 Qin never forgot you, no matter what someone said or if something happened, he never let the memory of you go

👑 He had started his battle against Hades and he was about to get slashed to bits when he heard a voice, your voice, ring through his ears

" Kick his ass, Ying Zheng! "

👑 Looking upwards and into the booth where Brunhilde and Göll observed he saw you there, your miraculous hair flowed through the wind as your eyes shimmered with such beauty, like they did in life

👑 Qin smirked and looked at Hades before knocking him back with determination in his eyes, saying;

" Sorry Lord Hades, but I have a S/O waiting for me, and I don't wanna disappoint them. Now, let's finish this. "

[colourstreakgryffin]

Can I have Heracles Apollo and Buddha x human reader who loves cute things use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with them all the time too and that convince them to fight for the humanity side and say then ragnarok is over they ask if they can get marry and have they own little family with a cute precious smile of theys headcanons please

Aww, that’s hella cute! Boys who’d actually liked humans— besides Apollo. Especially Heracles, Heracles be the best lover amongst these three! I like Buddha but goddamn. I’d marry Heracles, ideal husband! Meg, I’ll take your place if you don’t want him. But anyway, thanks! Here it is! I tried really hard, Hope it’s okay

Heracles

Heracles finds all humans adorable and desirable, no matter the gender or lifestyle. Delicate, pretty, small. He is like four times your size but that doesn’t stop him from being fascinated by you. You’re triple adorable since you like cute pastel toys and soft pastel colours and frilly clothing and all the more

Heracles has never met a human like you before, very unique, but he’d happily give you back your big black bunny plushie when it ended up being lobbed into his training dojo, so he finds you upon passing through the Valhalla halls a bit aimlessly. It’s covered in stickers and little clips and the way you happily coddle it, his heart leaped

Heracles is your doting gentle giant, a mighty bear but he’ll never hurt you, he’s incredibly cuddly, instead. He deeply loves you, he’ll take care of, protect your honour, fight for yours and humanity’s justice and rights and he’ll make sure the Godly world knows you are to get respect at his request

Hope you don’t mind a very passionate yet stubborn lover like Heracles, he is very emotionally-in tune and very sweet, despite his stubbornness. He’ll embrace you through your cheesy emotional movies and all the more

Heracles is the affectionate loving partner, he is delicate and fragile with you. He loves carrying you around, letting you see the wonder of Valhalla and of Earth. He always encourages your cute little hobbies and likes, he’ll even let you dress his long majestic hair in clips of hearts and stars if it means you’re happy. To him, those touches are a sign of the love he shares with you

Please, you don’t need to ask Heracles to fight for Humanity at all. He already is, long before you came into his life and lightened it up with your cuteness so don’t waste your breath. Not on the humanity side, he must fight for the Gods but he is with you. He would never abandon you nor justice. Just trust him and his abilities, even if it’s scary. He’ll come back to you

Heracles is shocked when you proclaim to him, almost a few hours before his match. That all these months you’ve been with him has been wonderful and after the tournament, you want to start a family with him— he is honoured, he is scared of families after what happened to his first ones but

Damn. Even the all-mighty God of Fortitude cannot coldly reject that adorable beautiful soft smile and soft beautiful adorable heart of yours. It’s being considered as the days pass by

Apollo

Apollo is quite easily persuaded by pure looks, even if he has a preference for Godly deities. He can excuse this little cute plush pastel human being human, for now, since he is interested in your attitude, how you’re mainly just adorable and how you do actually meld to his views on beauty. But, of course, he is mainly interested in your beauty

Apollo actually purposefully takes your favourite big brown bunny plush and throws it into his palace’s big fountain to make it seem like it just got lost here. All, so you’ll go looking around for it then come to him. He refuses to chase a lover, he needs his lover to chase him, it’s scummy but he’ll change his ways… soon

Apollo does eventually get what he wants and the entire time he looks at you, everyday, all day. He just thinks about how cute your silly almost childish little interests and style is. You look like a child with all the pastel colours and ruffles… and he thrives off that preciousness. More, keep it up. He’ll enable you and he doesn’t regret it

Apollo is a complicated type of lover. He does not treat you bad, no. You’re just… uh… kinda there, an accessory to his narcissism but you’re a beautiful accessory. A pampered spoiled pretty little face he likes to have around to flaunter about as his property. This is not toxic… it’s just, a bit weird, a little unhealthy at worst. He does care about you so don’t think for a second he doesn’t

Apollo is loving in rather odd ways, he’s protective and possessive like Buddha. Not as bad because he believes he has marked you already but it’s how he shows he loves you. Like him being pushy and having you do minor things like bath with him or do hair together, to him. It’s building trust and it’s making sure you truly do like him as he likes you. It’s improving and he is pleased

Not fight for the Gods you say? Apollo has no interest in saving humans, especially after what they did to his beloved Artemis. You’re lucky he even likes you so he thinks you’re pushing boundaries and at first, he rejects the request. It’s only when he’s in the ring for his round and looks at how heartbroken you are from the stands on the Humanity section. He decides, in those few seconds, he is in the Gods’ ring but when he wins, he’ll fight for humanity’s salvation

Yes, Apollo is not monogamous. He’s a big player, always hitting and quitting but he’s trying hard to stay loyal and he’s succeeding! Zeus’s sake, praise and encourage him. He needs it

Apollo, for once, is jaw dropped by you opening up about a thought you’ve been having. Children, with him after this whole event?! A God! Such a thing doesn’t exist! He almost choked on the wine he already spat out at Mach five speed. At the end, he doesn’t outright reject the idea of a family once humanity is saved but… he doesn’t know if he’s ready so now, it’s on pause

He will have to think a lot quicker with the way you’re looking at him. You and your soft pretty glossy smile is relying on him! He must be a man and provide

Buddha

Buddha is the hardest of these three to catch the attention of since he only really does himself but trust me, he will give you back you big white bunny plush… when he wants to, so. It took like two days but once he comes around. He’s genuinely floored by how pastel and little you are. Not a type of human he’s use to

Buddha does end up peacing out right after… as he always does but he eventually cannot stop thinking and wondering about you, even when still following his own road. So, he ends up stomping right up to you almost like a week later, and dragging you with him by force

As the God of Enlightenment soaks in the sun, almost napping, leant against the tree you’re cuddling all your cute little nicknacks with your giant oversized starry hoodie… Buddha can’t help but take a peek and find you precious. Nothing more, nothing less. Just precious

Buddha is the very chill laidback best friend-type of lover. He is a man who listens mainly to himself so he almost doesn’t get coddly and touchy and doting but do not forget, he is possessive. Worse than Apollo, he will not let anybody touch you so he has your hand in his 24/7. Touching means attempting to steal what’s his. He is more chatty, more trusting and him being so casual shows that his love for you is strong

Buddha doesn’t let you, his partner, tell him what to do so don’t really bother trying to convince him… he won’t confide. He only listens to himself and he only follows himself but don’t worry, he does listen to your concerns. He, due to some miracle, changes his mind and suddenly decides to fight for humanity… that’s him showing that he cares for you. He listens, just in his own way that seems kinda dismissive

Please give Buddha a break. He absolutely loves and cares for you, even more than he did for Yashodhara. He just shows it much more different than usual men do and whilst he is a bit of a prick, he never truly pushes past your desires

Buddha is significantly more blunt than his fellow Gods, he will listen to you as you speak on your new dream post this tournament; a family… that goes against his own lifestyle as the Enlightened One. He requires zero attachments— then again, he already has you, an earthly attachment. He is a Monk who rejected sexual contact and producing offspring, he already rejected his first family and he expresses all this to you; no punches pulled

Well. He— could potentially make an one-time exception about no sex and no children for you, your fragile little heart and your rosy plush little smile. He wants to protect that smile

[goodboyaudios]

Now that BvZ6 is FINALLY out…I am pleased to announce the halfway mark for Gen 3!

We have 3 eps left for Pandora and Birds of Valhalla and 6 eps left for Bastards vs Zombies! With all that out there, I'm sure a few of you are wondering what Gen 4 is looking like!

Originally, the plan was for Gen 4 to have 3 series, like this gen. Each one with a recognizable face from prior gens, barring Gen 1.

However, this has proved to be a source adding to my burnout in previous instances, being constantly stuck in 3 or 4 voices constantly. So, I've changed things up a bit! Instead for Gen 4, I'll be doing 6 series! First will be a new series with brand new characters, then I'll go back to a classic after that one is done and I'll continue that pattern until completion!

On paper, it sounds like I'm giving myself more work, and I might be, but remember that I'm not giving myself any time limit on this. Each series is ultimately its own thing and I'll be working on them all at my own pace.

Here's the order of things and series descriptions. (Some of these are working titles)

Gladiator Azul - 8 combatants, (me and 7 other VAs) will compete in a 1v1 tournament to the death in order to be granted a wish. The location is the planet Palta, which is a location a few of my lore nerds will pick up on~ The best part about this story, is that it's a complete mystery, even to me, who's going to win! It's completely decided by chance, but a chance influenced by the viewers through cryptic clues~

Magic of the Heart 2: Curse of Khan (This was Blind Snake. I didn't like the name) - You are a Lamia, the remnants of the Snake Titan's soul. You've been brought into this world by your beloved lord, Nosferatu. One day, he tasks you to become a double agent by staging an escape for you and a captured wizard that you might be quite familiar with. When you and Zed "escape" from Nosferatu, you must make a decision, betray Nosferatu, or betray Zed…

Dragonslayers - You are the squire to the most esteemed Knight under the Paladin King. The Knight Grand Champion, Sirius Gearfried. You've gone on adventures together for 5 years now and you're about to go on your biggest one yet! The Paladin King has tasked his most trusted knight with gathering up the strongest warriors from across the realm for a dangerous mission into the unknown reaches of Dragonspace!

Loki and the War of Sinn - More will be talked about this at a later date, but before you ask, yes it's gonna have Odin and Tyr. And yes, you will be Loki.

Alchemical Strawberry Cheesecake - We now go BACK to Manas for a bit of magical melodrama! You are entered into a cooking competition at Saurethol Academy! You're partnered up with a boy named Vemmy, who thought this extra-curricular would be an easy A. Now, he's in a high-stakes contest, travelling to different schools all over the world and is VERY in over his head…

Bastards vs Monsters - A couple of years have gone by. The threats have gotten more dangerous, but so have you.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, can I request on RoR X reader? (Romantic/Yandere). With Yandere Beezelbub

Reader who's like descendant/avatar of sloth or Belphegor (whther she's demon or a half-mortal/human). She's known for being apathetic or the actual embodiment of sloth, however she's actually very strong/smart, scary, or one of the powerful, like some sort of a "looks like a cinnamon roll but can kill you" or "Lazy Genius", her having a manufacturing products, in technology and medicines, for both mortals & immortals, humans & gods

You can change something if you like

Reader used to be work under Lilith and being "acquaint" by Lucifer, they somewhat have close relationship. Reader was introduced to Beezelbub by Lilith/Lucifer. hearing the news of the death of Lilith/Lucifer and they're killed by Beezelbub/Satan, despite being the Sloth, she does care about them, and hearing that Beezelbub that he wants to die, he allows Reader to killed him however she like, Reader not vengeful or anything she Accept (for some experiments). Not knowing that Beezelbub has a romantic/yandere for her.

(this can take place at the Ragnarok or not)

-You were one of the few that could understand him, you knew his pain and suffering, you knew the curse he was forced to live with, to kill all that he cares about!

-Beelzebub was someone you met through Lilith, who was a friend of yours, and being a genius yourself, manufacturing medicines for the citizens of Valhalla, gods and humans alike, she knew that you might be able to help Beelzebub.

-Lilith also chose you because you were a descendant of Belphegor, you were like him, in having demonic abilities, but you were very laid back, very easy to work with, and almost infuriating at times with how lazy you could be.

-Beelzebub couldn’t be too mad at you however, as you always produced amazing results in your research, whenever you did it, because he almost never saw you working, but you always produced the most amazing products and medicine that it confounded him on how you did it!

-When your friend, Lilith had been killed by Beelzebub’s curse, you wanted to be angry at him, because he took her away from you, but at the same time, you knew it wasn’t him- it was Satan who did it- the curse he put on Beelzebub.

-He hid himself away for many years, researching ways to die, as reports came to you from other researchers you worked alongside, he wanted to die- he wanted to end this curse he was forced to live with.

-You felt sympathy for him, hearing his desire to die, but instead of doing that, you went to him to be a friend, someone in his time of need, something he appreciated greatly.

-You kept your distance per his request, not wanting to hurt you, but you came by often to check on him, to make sure he was okay.

-He appreciated this, thinking you were an angel rather than a demon like him, you were always so kind to someone like him, despite him killing your friend.

-Beelzebub didn’t know he was in love with you until you left one day, after one of your visits, his heart ached to see you leaving, to seeing you walking away- he didn’t want you to leave.

-This scared him, he was afraid that something was going to happen like what happened with Lilith, or with Lucifer- he couldn’t lose you too- he couldn’t bear to see the life leave your eyes as well.

-That’s when he agreed to join Ragnarok, with the hopes someone would be able to kill him, someone would be able to grant him the death he so longed for.

-Beelzebub saw you watching the fight, he did his best to ignore you, not wanting to see you worrying over him, as he had heard you calling out his name in worry.

-When Nikola died instead, Beelzebub wanted to cry, seeing his death slipping away once again- his only chance… no wait… you were still here- you could give him what he wanted!

-You rushed to Beelzebub, seeing him bleeding heavily, barely able to hold himself up as you ran to him, hugging him close as he collapsed to his knees.

-He was silent for a few long moments before his hands lifted, gripping at your shirt as he cried, overcome with grief as he wailed, “I just want this to end! I just want to die!!”

-Your eyes softened, hearing his desperation as he looked up at you, he reached up to cup your cheek, but halted, not wanting to get your lovely face dirty, something you noticed and you took his hand, letting him cup your cheek, surprising him.

-His eyes were wide before they slowly softened, more tears escaping him as his eyes closed, “Y/N- please I beg of you, my love. Kill me.” His request was surprising, but at the same time it wasn’t, you knew his longing for death, but it would never come.

-You smiled softly down at him, ducking your head and you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, shocking him and in that shock, you ran him through, much like how he killed Lilith, holding his still pulsing heart on the other side of him.

-Instead of looking betrayed or upset, Beelzebub smiled up at you, feeling at peace as he slowly faded away, “Thank you my love.” Tears filled your own eyes, and Beelzebub felt his heart break, seeing you crying for him in his last moments.

-As he faded away, leaving no trace other than the blood and his staff, which you know he got from Hades, you exhaled softly, clenching your jaw tightly as you kneeled, taking the staff in your hands.

-You would keep it safe, as it was all that remained of Beelzebub.

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

Hunting Shadow

Pic by @ac-valhalla 😞🫶

Pairing: m!Eivor xreader /Havi! Eivor x f!reader

Word count: ~ 10k

Genre: smut with no plot, with questionable understanding

Notes: This had been brewig in my brain for YEARS and i wanted to get this out of there so I can go and concentate on work, but now it started an avalanche of thoughts and idieas and i hadn't written like this for fuck knows how long now so it was like my mind vomited it out all in one. It's midnight. I'm insane.

You glanced up from the caldron, as the door opened with a slow creak, the sunset running up the opposite walls with glowing light, blowing a fresh breeze towards you. Eivor appeared with long strides, his face staring grimly ahead – as if only his body was present, moving; his mind wandering in another world. Silently, without even looking at you, he closed the door behind him, shutting out the light from your house.

You pursed your lips as you studied your husband, neither of you moving from their spot, like two wolves sizing each other up before a fight. Eivor slowly lifted his blond head in your direction, but his blue eyes did not reflect his usual self. There was no radiance anywhere, no cheerful cloudless self of his, whom you wanted to run to, hug and kiss. Instead, a different kind of light shone through, one that made your muscles tense, your heart beat faster, and you had to look away before the man’s gaze burned into your soul.

“Where have you been?” You finally asked, taking a deep breath and turning back to the dinner you were preparing, trying to appear as indifferent as possible. “I was already afraid that I would have to open the door for you again in the middle of the night.” You tried to put on a playful smile.

Eivor watched you from the door for a moment longer, then humming, he walked over to the chest in the corner where he kept his weapons. Eivor knelt down with his back to you, and judging by the sounds, he was just disarming himself.

“I took care of important business today.” Eivor answered after a moment, in a bored voice. Turning to him, you waited, hoping he would continue his speech, but he remained silent. You took a deep breath, your jaw clenched.

“I understand.” Clutching the wooden spoon, you continued, trying to get the man to talk. You had had enough of this game. “I think you were in Cweornric again, checking that– ”

“In Repton. I needed to talk to someone,” Eivor cut you off tersely, as if he hadn’t even heard you speak.

Then something snapped inside you, you felt not only the contents of the cauldron boiling, but yourself as well.

You felt like you were running around the same circle with your husband again, as you had done so many times in the past weeks - maybe months. Like a wounded warrior who has lost his sword, taking his very last breath- the closeness of death making him deaf to the screeching of blades around him, lifting up his shield for the last time, not ready to surrender. But Eivor did not fight, and instead of an enemy, he pushed his clan away, from any approach. Anytime you wanted to get past the shield he held, Eivor defiantly pulled it higher, retreating further and further away from you. 

Your conversations became superficial; even when he was at home, he answered briefly, in rhymes, never asking questions.

Instead of sitting around the fire in the evenings with his companions,he would wander alone, lost in darkness, deep in thought.

Your husband changed overnight and you had no idea what could have caused it.

 Dropping the spoon into the meal, you stood up from the fire, spinning accusingly towards your husband.

“What’s going on, Eivor? Why are you so…so—” You raised your voice accusingly, feeling the pressure rising in your chest.

“So what?” the man growled back, finally turning to you, his eyes watching you darkly like a fox.

“You’re cold. You act like I’ve done you wrong, like you’re offended by me!” You blurted out.

Eivor frowned, the corners of his mouth quivering under his beard as Eivor stepped closer to you.

“Come again? Me?” Eivor’s voice was low, almost dangerous, as if daring you to repeat yourself. His presence was an invisible force pressing against you, but you would not back down, not this time. 

“Yes, you!” You spat the words, your frustration bubbling over like the boiling stew behind you. “You left at dawn, and now you return with that… look in your eyes. You won’t even speak to me! What am I supposed to think?”

He tilted his head slightly, regarding you with that same unreadable stare. Then, slowly, Eivor exhaled through his nose and shook his head.

"You think I am offended?" His lips curled into something that was neither smile nor snarl. "No, lief. Rather, I am tired. And I am thinking."

You crossed your arms. "About what?"

Eivor hesitated, the silence stretching between you like a taut bowstring. 

Eivor’s fingers twitched at his sides, his shoulders rising with an unseen weight. The golden flicker of the fire painted shadows across his sharp features, accentuating the furrow between his brows. You could see the battle raging behind his eyes, the way his lips parted, as if forming words he ultimately swallowed back down.

Finally, Eivor turned away, his hand raking through his blond mane as he exhaled again, slower this time, more deliberate. 

"Matters of the past. Of the future." His voice was measured, but there was something else beneath it—something restrained.

Your arms tightened across your chest. "That is no answer, Eivor."

He stiffened, then let out a low, hoarse chuckle—not one of amusement, but of something deeper, something darker. "Isn't it?" Eivor turned back to you, his piercing blue gaze locking onto yours, sharper than steel, colder than the wind howling across the North Sea. "Some things are best left unspoken, wife."

Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs. Eivor had never spoken to you this way before—not Eivor. Not the man you knew. 

It was as if something else had slithered beneath his skin, something ancient and unfamiliar, yet wearing his face.

"Since when do you keep things from me?" you asked, your voice quieter now, but just as firm.

Eivor studied you for a long moment, his gaze dark and unfathomable. Then, without warning, he reached forward, his fingers ghosting over your wrist before gripping it gently. The touch sent a shiver up your arm—not from fear, but from the sheer wrongness of it, the touch feeling foreign, yet intriguing somehow.

"You would not understand," Eivor murmured, tilting his head, watching you like a puzzle he could not solve. "Not yet."

Your breath hitched. "Try me."

Eivor held your gaze, and for a brief moment, something flickered across his face—a wariness, an almost imperceptible struggle. But then, like the snap of a bowstring, it was gone. His jaw clenched, and Eivor let go of your wrist, stepping back into the dim firelight.

Eivor's retreating touch left a ghostly imprint on your skin, a whisper of warmth that did not belong to him—at least, not the person you knew. The fire crackled behind you, the scent of herbs and seared meat mingling with the heavy silence between you both. His presence had always been strong, unshakable, a pillar of warmth even in the coldest winters. But today, standing in the dim glow of your heart, he felt distant, like a shadow stretched too thin.

"I am not a child, Eivor," you said, forcing steadiness into your voice. "You cannot shield me from whatever weighs upon you. We have walked through storms together, fought beside one another. And now you say I would not understand?" Your eyes gleamed with confusion, fear - not from him, his strange behavior; but for him.

His jaw worked, wrestling words he did not wish to say. Then, finally, a slow breath escaped him. Eivor moved, almost lazily, to the long wooden table and placed his palms flat against its worn surface. His fingers curled against the grain of the wood, tension coiling in his knuckles.

"It is not about trust," Eivor murmured at last. "Nor is it about shielding you."

You took a careful step forward, watching him, waiting for the space between you to close—but it did not. He was here, yet elsewhere, lost in some unseen realm you could not reach. 

"Then tell me what it is about."

Eivor's eyes flickered upward, catching yours in the dim firelight. There was something unreadable in them, something that sent a shiver down your spine. "There are things in this world, lief, that do not belong to the realm of men."

Your breath faltered, your heart aching like thorn cuts. "You speak in riddles."

A short, humorless chuckle left him, looking upon you, his gaze softened for a moment. "Perhaps that is all I have left."

You stared at him, searching for the man you knew—the man who had laughed beside you on summer mornings, who had held you close in the dark, whispering of brighter days ahead. But the weight in his gaze, the shadows in the curve of his mouth, spoke of something else entirely.

Something ancient.

Something weary.

A cold dread coiled around your ribs. "Eivor… what happened in Repton?"

Eivor hesitated, and that hesitation sent another crack through your composure. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed away from the table and stood tall once more. The air shifted with him, thick with something unspoken, something hovering just beyond your understanding.

"Nothing that concerns you," Eivor said finally, and the way he said it sent a pulse of anger through you.

"Everything about you concerns me," you countered. "You are my husband. Or have you forgotten that?"

His expression flickered—just for a moment. A chink in the armor. A hesitation that had not been there before. His brows furrowed in a pitiful manner, Eivor studied you like a griever looks upon the soiled up grave one last time. 

 But then it was gone, buried beneath the cool mask he now wore so well.

"I have forgotten nothing," he murmured, and the weight of those words settled between you, heavy and unresolved.

“I just….” You swallowed as you tried to sort out your swirling thoughts, your racing heart. Eivor might not have been himself these days, but you would stay true to your soul, no matter the cost. You didn’t want to dig a bigger hole between you two, you just wanted him to finally lead you out of the darkness you had followed him into. "I fear for you. I fear… for us. Something is not right, and I know you feel it too, deep in your soul."

Eivor's jaw clenched, his fist tightened, then loosened as Eivor ran a hand through his beard and turned away from you.

"Things will be set right soon, Lief." Eivor nodded to himself before stepping closer, taking your hands in his own. "Soon, the veil will be lifted from your eyes, I promise. I will be the one to remove it. You will understand everything—what is happening, what I am doing… for us. I swear to you, everything will be as it was. As we knew it."

He gently ran his thumb over your hand, then lifted it to his cheek and kissed each finger, his mustache tickling your skin.

"When, Eivor? I need my husband now." Your gaze flickered across his face, searching for something to hold on to before you slipped into the abyss.

"And your husband is right here. He never left." Eivor murmured, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The lines around his eyes softened as he looked up at you, but then, his gaze sharpened, shifting into something else—studious, intense, like a hunter examining his prey.

"Trust me." He continued, lifting a hand to your face. His palm was warm and calloused as it cupped your cheek, fitting perfectly against your skin.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, letting his touch seep into you, allowing its warmth to bring a fleeting sense of calm to your heart.

"You know Eivor, words are just words." You sighed, resting your face in his palms. “They’re no heavier than the breeze that comes out of your lips when you blow a feather off of yourself.”

Eivor laughed deeply, his shoulders shaking, the small wrinkles around his eyes lengthening from his smile.

"Are you really afraid that I'm just talking to the air?" Eivor smiled at you slyly, and slid his palm from your face to your chin, squeezing it between his two fingers and pulling it closer to his face. “My Sweet Wife, you know me well, don’t you?” He asked slowly, softly, studying your face. “What do you think my answer to your doubts will be?”

Eivor leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered there as he drew you closer, the faint scent of pine and mead on his breath.

The familiarity of his touch, the way he held you, it was all so painfully familiar, yet something was off. His touch was a little too firm, his hold a little too tight. A hint of desperation in his grip as if he was clinging onto something too tightly, something fragile that could shatter at any moment.

You leaned into his embrace, savoring the feeling of being in his arms again. The familiar smell of his leathers, the feel of his beard against your skin; it was a comfort you thought you had lost, yet it all felt tinged with a strange sense of hesitation.

"Eivor," you said softly, your hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. "Promise me, no more secrets. No more hiding."

Eivor's hand came to rest on top of yours on his chest, his thumb tracing an idle circle on the back of your hand.

No more secrets," he repeated, his gaze never wavering. "No more hiding."

His fingers tightened around yours for just a moment, a quick and almost involuntary reaction, before Eivor loosened his grip again and looked down at you. "You have my word."

There was a solemnity to his words that reassured you, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something hidden behind all of it. A shadow in his eyes that refused to be dispelled. You wanted to push for more, to press for the answers you sorely longed for, but you held back, for now, the fear of his retreating once again all too real. Instead, you reached up and tenderly brushed your fingers across his cheek, his beard scratching against your skin.

His gaze dipped to your touch, softening as he leaned into your hand. The tension in his shoulders eased, and for a brief moment, the hardened warrior seemed to melt away, replaced by a vulnerability you had almost forgotten about.

"I have missed this," He whispered, his voice low, gravelly. "Your touch.”

You felt something shifting around you, skin tingling, mind buzzing as Eivor tightened his hold on you, a hand sneaking to your middle. With a deep sigh Eivor bent down to your face giving your cheek a sweet kiss, then another to your jaw, then another to the junction of your neck, moving down to your pulse point. Sweet little lingering kisses, that send shivers down your spine, sparkles across your skin, beard tickling the thin skin, as Eivor pushed his nose into your hair. Inhaling deep, he pulled you closer to himself; humming with satisfaction. 

As you closed your eyes you felt your muscles softening, body melting into his embrace, one hand coming to rest on the back of his neck. The familiarity of his body against yours made you shiver – love and trepidation filling you. You listened as his heartbeat thrummed against your ears, matching yours.

His hands were skimming across your back, the touch of his fingertips leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Eivor pulled you closer, his body molding against yours, as if trying to erase the distance that had grown between you. His breath was warm against your neck, and you could feel his muscles tense in his neck beneath your fingertips.

"My wife. My sweet wife." He groaned into your hair.

Lips moving, Eivor grazed your neck once more, until he reached your earlobe, taking it gently between his teeth and giving it a tender nibble. The sensation sent a wave of heat rushing through you, and you couldn’t help but gasp softly at the sudden stimulation.

"Eivor..." His name left your lips in a breathy sigh, your fingers tangling in his hair. The familiar way he touched you made your heart race, your body responding to him immediately. 

“Tender as silk.” Eivor responded with another low groan, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you even closer to him. His lips traced a path down your neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin with newfound fever. 

A soft whimper escaped you as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot, his beard scratching your collarbone. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch, every nerve, ablaze for him.

Eivor inhaled sharply through his nose, groaning  to himself, like a starving man who, for the first time in weeks, could put bread into his mouth.

His hands moved over your hips, fingertips pressing into the thin fabric of your dress, grasping the material in his fist, he palmed your side, moving you by your hips to turn around. Facing away from him, Eivor pressed up against your back, his arms steady and warm sneaking around to hold your middle.

His body molding perfectly against yours as he pulled you back against his chest. One of his hands stayed tightly wrapped around your midriff, keeping you still, close to himself while his other hand began a slow, sensual journey down your curves.

His hand slid down your ribs, his touch sending a wave of heat through you. Eivor pressed his lips to your neck once more, beard scratching against your skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses and little nibbles, his path leading lower and lower, until he found the junction of your neck and shoulders. 

He continued his journey, his hand moving lower as his lips pressed a wet trail along the column of your neck, breath hot against your skin. Finally his fingers reached your thighs, quickly giving a firm squeeze before throwing up the edge of your skirt onto his forearm with one swift move, sliding between your legs. You couldn't help but let out a sharp gasp at the feeling, after weeks of solitude his touch felt like burning embers against your skin.

His lips were at your earlobe, and you could feel his ragged breath against your skin, as if holding back his own passion by the thinnest of threads.

"I had you so long ago, lief...." Eivor murmured into your ear.

The huskiness of his voice made your heart skip a beat, the words almost a growl. His fingers were tracing feather-light patterns across your inner thigh, and you could feel your body responding to the touch, awakened after weeks of abandonment.

You twisted in his arms slightly, turning your head to look at him. His expression was wild, his eyes almost feral with desire as Eivor looked at you, as if he wanted to devour you whole. His gaze was a mixture of affection and need, his usual calm demeanor shattered by his burning eyes, nostrils flared, something wild swirling in him.

His hand gripped your hip tightly,fingers digging into flesh as if he was afraid you would slip away. Eivor grabbed your jaw firmly, muscles working above your soft skin as Eivor pushed your neck up, towards his face while lowering to you, capturing your lips in a demanding kiss. 

It was deep and possessive, trying to claim your very breath, capturing your soul for himself. His tongue found yours, dancing in a familiar, yet heated exchange. Every inch of your body buzzed- a tightly coiled bow, ready to snap at any moment.

You felt his legs moving, feet nudging and pushing your heels forward, making you walk ahead as he maneuvered the both of you to the nearest wall, trapping you between cold wood and firm muscles.

His hand never left your thigh, grip almost bruising as he held you in place, his other hand sliding up to thread in your hair, holding you just where Eivor wanted you, angling your head up, only allowing you to look at him.

“Waiting for me for so long. You must be eager for your husband's warmth.” Eivor lisped against the corner of your mouth. 

His lips left your mouth, and started trailing down your neck once more, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. His fingers gripped your hair, tugging gently to expose more of your neck, as his mouth found that one sensitive spot just beneath your ear, the one he knew by heart.

You couldn't stifle a soft moan as Eivor found his mark, his lips, teeth and tongue working magic, leaving you trembling and breathless in his arms. 

Your fingers dug into his thighs, your body arching against him, trying to get even closer, fitting perfectly against his frame.

You felt your knees beginning to buckle, the onslaught of sensations sending your body reeling. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his hand slipped even higher, fingertips tracing the edge of your inner thighs. Every inch of your body was on fire, thought scattered, replaced by a desperate need for more of him, more of this.

Eivor leaned more of his weight against you, pressing you tightly against the wall, using his body as a prison, keeping you in place. His hand finally dipped beneath the fabrics of your smallclothes, fingers dancing over your soaked folds, and you couldn’t stop your body as it gave into him, hips rolling back to his hands, seeking more, needing more.

He chuckled, wet lips nuzzling into your neck as he mouthed into your skin.

“Impatient already, can’t wait out your turn; can you Sweet Wife?” 

Having pity on you, Eivor slowly moved forward as he circled two fingers lazily over your clit.

A high pitched whine left your throat, spine arching, chest tightening, a jolt going straight to your cunt. 

“Oh Gods, do not toy with me Eivor! Please!” You groaned, stomach hitching inside, your breath escaping with an uneven pattern.

A chuckling scoff hit your reddened skin, and as to mock you, he flicked your sensitive bud. “You do not order me, woman. I’ll have my way with you, like it or not.” 

Your body quivered and you whined softly at the words being snarled at you.

Adding to his lazy, torturous ministrations Eivor turned back his attention to your folds, thumb coming to slick over them, parting and fidgeting over and over again. 

You tried to turn your head to look at him, but his other hand grasped your hair, holding your head in place with an iron grip.

“No, no, no Sweet Wife. You’ll behave.” He tutted- so nauseously sweet.

Annoyed you huffed out a groan, eyes squeezing shut, sweat breaking out onto your forehead.

He slipped a finger into you and your cunt squelched loud. You would have yelped from the sudden pressure inside of you- skilled movements working your weeping hole, but you did not have time – his hand in your hair yanked your face to the side, soft lips latching onto yours, beard prickling your chin as Eivor sucked your bottom lip between his sharp canines. 

He didn’t give time to adjust to the sudden changes–  ring finger added to his thick middle; curling and pumping inside of you, mapping out your walls like he wanted to memorize the feeling of it all. His mouth; demanding and greedy - tasted your lips, your tongue, stealing your breath for himself. 

“Almost forgot how warm you are on my fingers, how soft you are for me.” Eivor rasped between kisses, growls bubbling from his chest. “My sweet, sweet one. You still have your spell on my damned mind.” 

His voice sounded gruffer, rougher, breathier than it used to, full of frustration and heat. 

It scared you a little — was Eivor aiming his wrath from his battles at you, or was he always ever so carefully maneuvering the rage around you, turning it into an all-consuming lust? 

But your cunt sang another song, your walls squeezing him harder with every curl of his fingers, hitting something deep and enticing within you. 

“Show me how much you need me.” He demanded.

You felt the pressure reaching unbearable heights in your head and lungs, ready to bust open at any time now, your body balancing on the thinnest edge of madness and pleasure, as he kept pumping his fingers. 

You mewled, legs shaking uncontrollably readying yourself for your climax, soft pants of his name babbling past your lips. Then without warning you snapped your head back, nape hitting his shoulders hard, as white heat spread through the entirety of your body; walls fluttering around his fingers. 

You felt him still and then his arm wrapped around your chest from behind, pressing your back flush against himself. You were still trembling, your muscles weak from the powerful climax as Eivor held you close, his breathing ragged, face buried in your neck.

“That’s it wife, lose yourself in me as I am drowning in you. Feel the irresistible pleasure I can give you. See what I am capable of giving you.” He grunted, hot and wet into your ears.

 Eivor withdrew his fingers from you, and before you could regain your breath, he had positioned his throbbing head between your legs. He pushed inside with one deep thrust, his hands gripping your hip, holding you in place as he began to move. His pace was quick and powerful, each thrust driving you closer to another peak as he started to chase his own release.

You screamed, throat running dry, vision getting blurry at the feeling of the bruising trusts, your swollen cunt unable to take more. Desperate for a little rest you tried to push away, fingers clawing at his forearm.

"Enough Eivor, I can't." You grunted.

"You can take more. You will take more." His words were hard, tone leaving no room for argument. The thrusts didn't slow down, and he held you tighter, not allowing you to escape. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans filled the room, his grip on your hip growing tighter. 

Eivor was close, the pressure inside him building with each sharp thrust. It was allconsuming — the pleasure, the need for release becoming too much to bear. He was on the brink, and he was taking you with him.

“Sweet Wife, ‘so close, do you feel it?” Eivor snarled between gritted teeth.”  I…need just.. a little bit more.” With a loud groan he gripped your flesh tighter, taking more and more to hold, te possess as his body tensed with the onslaught of an immense release. It was right there, lingering around the two of you, so tantalizingly close. 

Eivor slammed into you one final time, and with a low growl, he finally let go. Eivor buried his face in your shoulder, his body shaking as he spilled himself inside you, his climax washing over him in intense waves, ropes of his seed filling you. 

He held you close, both of you breathless and trembling as you came down from the high. The room was filled with a heavy, sated silence, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing. Eivor slowly lifted his head and looked down at you. Eivor brushed a strand of hair away from your face and traced his thumb over your cheek, a gentle gesture. He was still inside you, then he pulled back slightly, letting out a low groan at the sensation. 

You whimpered, shaking weakly as he pulled out, your muscles paralyzed to hold your body upright anymore, knees buckling.

His arms going under your legs, Eivor gathered you in his arms, the touch gentle but firm. 

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and setting you down, body sinking into the softness of the blankets.

"I..." You croaked, unable to take deeper breaths.

Eivor silenced you with a delicate hand on your cheek, his touch soothing. He moved to lie down beside you, his body pressing against yours. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, pressing your body against his chest.

Eivor held you close, your head resting on his chest, nestled in the crook of his neck. The sound of his breathing filled your ears, a calming rhythm that slowly helped to calm your ragged breathing. Eivor ran his hand softly up and down your back, his fingers ghosting across your skin in soothing circles. 

He was quiet, just holding you, letting you rest and recover from the ordeal as  Eivor could hear your heartbeat, beginning to slow,  the adrenaline slowly leaving your system. His words were soft when he finally spoke, voice a low rumble in his chest.

"Breathe, my love. Just breathe." He whispered, his hand continuing its gentle strokes across your back. Eivor nuzzled his face against your hair, his beard tickling your forehead. He was still breathing heavily himself, but his main focus was on you, his touch tender, offering comfort and reassurance.

"You are so strong, enduring all my demands and fulfilling my expectations." Eivor hummed with satisfaction. “You did so well…so well.”

"We never....." You groaned, swallowing, as you tried to gather your throat. "You never had me like that before." He chuckled softly, his chest rumbling beneath you. It was true, he had never taken you with such intensity before. He had seen you come undone many times, but this had been different. Intense, wild, primal. 

"No, I suppose I have not." He finally said, his voice low and deep. He could still feel his body thrumming with eagerness. Eivor felt the overwhelming power of the moment, the control he had over you. And a part of him relished in it, the feeling of dominance, of being the one in command. And truth was; he loved it, and he would take you again, and again, and again.

He pulled you closer, his hand gripping your waist tighter, as if to make sure you wouldn't escape. Eivor nuzzled his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "The way you submitted to me, the trust you put in me, it was intoxicating." He whispered in your ear. His words were soft, almost gentle, but there was an avid edge to them. Eivor spoke like a man who had claimed something precious, something that was now his and his alone. And in that moment, he felt like he had owned you.

"You speak like I have never heard you speak before.” You breathed, blinking up at him, unsure of his words.

Eivor was silent for a moment, his hand still stroking your back. He was considering his words carefully, trying to find the right way to explain the growing change he himself had barely noticed. There was a darkness inside him, a rampant violence that was growing stronger it would seem. He had always suppressed it, or at least he had thought he had, but lately it had become more palpable, more demanding. He had never let it have free reign... not until that night.

"I fear I have repressed my baser instincts for far too long. Perhaps I have been too gentle, too restrained." Eivor said at last, voice gruff and deep. He could feel the urge bubbling just beneath the surface, like a predator ready to pounce. It was a part of him he had kept locked away for so long, but now it was struggling to break free, like a caged wolf desperate for freedom. Eivor knew he should be horrified by the thrust to control and subdue, but instead it excited him.

You raised an eyebrow at his words, her fingers stilling on his chest. The change in his tone, the gruffness in his voice made her body tingle, heartbeat quickening. You had always known there was a shadow in him, a force that he kept tightly under wraps. Now, it seemed that drive was threatening to break free, and it was terrifying.

"Eivor. What are you talking about? Too gentle? I do not understand you. All this time, what I saw, what I came to love was....restriction from your side?"

"Perhaps. Restraint, yes. I have always held back a part of myself, a darker part. A part that would have been too ruthless, too violent. I have kept it at bay, not wanting to scare you. But lately it has grown more demanding, more insistent." Eivor admitted, his voice low and rough. He held you tightly, his grip almost stinging, clinging as if he were afraid to lose you. He nuzzled his face in your hair, taking comfort in your familiar scent.

You could sense the tension in his body, the way he was holding you tighter than before. There was a rawness in his voice, a roughness that sent a shiver down your spine. Eivor had always been a man of control, of restraint, but now it was as if those qualities were slipping away, replaced by something dangerous. 

"Your words scare me, Eivor. Have I lost my husband? Who are you?”

Eivor frowned, looking down at you, like a teacher at his dull pupil.  "No. You have not lost me. I am still your husband, your lover. But there is a part of me that is changing, growing stronger. I can feel it, like a beast inside me that is hungry for more than just affection, for more than just gentleness. It wants to claim, to possess, to rule. And you brought out that part of me."

With those words, Eivor rolled you onto your back, hovering over you, his body pressing you into the mattress. His eyes were burning with a fierce intensity, his hand gripping your hip, almost painfully. Eivor looked down at you, his gaze greedy and untamed. His other hand came up, his fingers ghosting over your cheek.Your breath caught in your throat, his body looming over you, gaze fierce. A trembling breath left your lips as his words sank in your mind, watching the bottomless hunger and ferocity take hold of his gaze. Body coiling tight with tension, fingers grasping you with bruising pressure. 

He looked like a rabid wolf that stalked its prey, and now was about to shred it to pieces without much care. His eyes flickered over your body, breath coming in shallow pants as he measured you up. 

Without waiting much, Eivor pushed your legs apart, kneeling between your trembling thighs; grabbing your left leg, lifting it until he could place it on his shoulder. 

His gaze dark and measured, roamed over your body, every curve exposed for him. He slid his other hand over your side, following your hips and thighs, down to your knee, where he gripped your skin, pushing it outwards, keeping it pressed on the bed.

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The way he was looking at you, it sent chills down your spine. He was no longer the gentle, loving husband you had known for so long. This was a side of him that you had never seen before.

His eyes draped over your cunt, already aching again- for his touch, for the fullness Eivor creates in you so well.

His eyes linger on your cunt, the sight of you so open and exposed for him stirring that primal part of him once again. Eivor couldn’t hold back any longer. He could feel his body heat up, his muscles coiled tight with the urge to take, to claim. 

"Looks like your hole still weeps for me, Lief." Eivor hissed teeth gritted." 

His gaze darkened as his hand ran down your leg , from your knee, to your inner thigh, until he could cup your aching cunt. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and his fingers teased your sensitive flesh, making you squirm with need. His voice was low and rough as he spoke, the words a demand.

"Who do you belong to, Lief?" Eivor rasped, his fingers still moving tantalizingly against your core.

His touch was a heady mix of pleasure and possessiveness, his fingers gently teasing you, almost maddeningly slow. He could feel your breathing change, growing shallow and quick - could see desire in your eyes. He was in control, his every touch and word a deliberate act of domination. He waited for your response, his eyes locked with yours, his fingers still languidly stroking you.

"Answer me, Sweet Wife. Who do you belong to?" Eivor asked again, his voice rougher now, his fingers wandering back to your knees.. 

"Is this what you have become?" You said it with a tremble in your words as you looked up to him. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, his eyes burning into yours, selfish and demanding.

“Are you a beast now? A man consumed by lust, consumed by desires that know no bounds?”

His eyes narrowed at your words, rage stirring within him. Eivor could feel his blood pounding in his veins, his desire for you growing even stronger, if that was possible. He was a hunter, and you were his prey, there was no doubt in that.

He growled low in his throat, his grip tightening on your knees. His eyes flashed, the beast within him rising to the surface. Eivor was not a man, not in that moment, he was a feral animal, driven by instincts and desire so strong it was more a savage impulse than a need. His voice was a deep, animalistic rumble when he spoke, every word a command, not a suggestion.

"Maybe that's what I've always been, deep down, lurking in the shadows. And maybe you've awoken it from its slumber, my love. Maybe you've set free the beast that has been chained for so long." His words hung heavy in the air, his voice a low, dark whisper. Eivor was still touching you, his hand still groping your leg.

"But I'm not going back to my cage, my love. I can't. "His voice almost strangled, as if the words were being torn from him. "This newfound power, this burning need, I can't push it back down. And I don't want to. Not when it feels so good. And to have you trembling beneath me again." 

His grip was firm, almost commanding, and you could not escape his hold as he repositioned your body. Eivor was moving with a certainty and a strength that you had never seen before, his every movement filled with frenzied heat.

“So much like a beast, bloodthirsty animal.” You grunted, heart hammering in your throat. 

His eyes flickered with a feral gleam as you spoke, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. Eivor took your challenge and ran with it, his hand gripping your knees even tighter as he pulled you hard against him.

“Is that what you want, Lief? You want me to take you like the beast I have become?” 

The room was heavy with the intensity of the moment, the air crackled with the raw, savage energy that was coming off of him in waves. His breaths came in quick, heavy pants, and his fingers dug into your soft flesh. “So be it, you will have your beast of a husband.” 

His smile stretched into a dark  grin. Eivor growled your name, his voice rough with hunger, and then he was on you.

He moved with a quickness and grace you had never seen before, with a hard pull Eivor tossed you closer to his heavy cock.

With one precise move, he angled his hips towards your cunt, and without the need of his arms he sank into you, deeper than before.

"Ahh" He groaned, eyes closing. His head snapped down as Eivor struggled for words, a low guttural groan of pure pleasure leaving his lips once more.

He took a second, as if he had to gather himself or he'd lose all of it to the lust, his teeth gritting and his eyes closed, but with a deep, long groan he opened them again, his eyes on you and you alone.

His fingers dug hard, leaving bruises on your skin. He withdrew a little, then thrusted into you hard, his groan muffled as Eivor bit down on his own lips. He held there, still as though he was trying to regain his composure. Or maybe he was simply breathing you in, his fingers drawing into your skin, marking you up.

"Mine, mine, mine" He groaned, as Eivor repeated the word again and again, like a prayer, like a mantra, words whispered from the cover of the sunlight. Eivor was buried inside you, filling you completely, rocking into you with a slow, grueling rhythm.

His grip was still fierce, fingers digging into your hips, as he pulled you closer to him, lifting you slightly off the bed. Eivor was panting, breathing heavy and rough, but he was fully in control now, his movements steadier. Eivor looked down at you, his eyes dark and sharp, and then he leaned forward, pressing deeper into you with a low moan.

"So, tight. So good." He gasped, barely recognisable to your ears. His pace was steady, deep plunges, his focus entirely upon you, upon the way your body yielded to him. 

His eyes slid closed, his head thrown back as he moved inside you, the feeling of you wrapped around him nearly sending him over the edge. His hands gripped even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, marking you, making you his. Eivor was lost in the moment, consumed by the feeling of your walls squeezing and milking him. And you were giving yourself to him, surrendering to his touch, his words, his wants.

You weren’t even sure you were still breathing. You felt like you were nothing but sensation, played like an instrument at the whim of him. He moved inside you, his thrust hard and deep, his voice as much of a song as a hot brand. Your body was yielding, responding to his every move, and you could feel the heat building, cooling inside of you, an inferno of pleasure and torture. 

He continued moving inside you, his pace more insistent, growing hungry. You could feel him everywhere, the lines of his veins, his velvet tip pushing and prodding your walls; pleasure wrapped around you, like a suffocating blanket yet so welcoming. The thrusts became more intense, more demanding, as he sought to bury himself deeper and deeper inside you. 

You could feel the tension building, bliss coiled like a serpent, squeezing, rapturing. The sensations were growing stronger,  a whirlwind of pleasure and desire building to a fever pitch inside of you. The room felt like a blur around you, the only clear point of focus being Eivor and the way Eivor was claiming you, body and soul. 

You arched into him, body trembling with each thrust, my mind a hazy, blissful mess.

"You'll come for me, love." He pushed in again, hard and deep, his pace relentless. You felt consumed by him, mind a maelstrom of sensation, each one magnified tenfold.

And then, just as you felt you'd erupt, Eivor pulled back, his movements slow, trying to draw out the moment.

Panting he pressed his temple against your leg, that he held to his shoulder, teeth pressing into the damp flesh. You immediately felt the ebbing of your pleasure, replaced by a sharp, aching pain. You couldn’t help, but whimper at the loss of fullness, legs trembling, skin ablaze. The firm bite he gave to your skin left you shivering, fingers gripping into the blanket below you body. 

"Look at you now." Eivor chuckled. "Defiant, entitled and angry not so long ago. And look at you now. Pathetic little mess, so willing now to do as I please." With pity in his eyes and a cruel smirk on his lips he seized you up. 

His words stung, you wanted to deny them, to be defiant again, but your mind was too hazy, body throbbing, aching for more. 

You hated the way Eivor looked at you, like he had won, like he owned you. 

He moved back between your legs,his body taunt and ready for more, his hands gripping your hips as he pushed back into you.

 "You see," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "You fight me because you're strong, I break you because I am stronger." With a hard, deep thrust Eivor punctuated his words as he groaned. 

"You submit to me because you want release, and I give you pleasure because I know how to play you." He looked down at me, his eyes held a dark shine in them, face twisted in a cruel smirk. "You think you are free, my love. But you are not. You are in my hold, in every way possible.”

 It felt like you were drowning, suffocated in his embrace, yet somehow also alive, body responding to his every touch with an almost shameful eagerness. He knew you, knew what pleased you, and he used that knowledge like a weapon, stripping away your defences with every stroke. He was a storm, a force of nature.

He kneeled up, still holding my legs, as Eivor rocked his hips forward slightly, his tip nudging your entrance. You whined, arching and writhing, glossy eyes looking up at him, pleading.

 "Look at you now" he growled, his voice low and husky, "So desperate for me."

Eivor took his time, his movements slow and tantalising, each thrust deliberate and calculated to drive you wild. Eivor was teasing you, holding you on the edge of pleasure, refusing to give you more than he wished to, pulling that cord just the right ways to make you crumble under his power.  You whimpered, body aching with need, eyes pleading. But he just watched, his eyes hard and cold. He was enjoying this, enjoying the power he had over you, the control he held.

 He held you there, teased you, taunted you, his tip just grazing your entrance, but never giving you enough to satisfy. 

“Please…” You whispered, voice cracking. You were tired of holding up, unable to bear it anymore; this torturous pleasure - the unbearable denial. 

"Please..." He repeated, chewing the words like it was foreign to him. "Begging gets you nowhere with me, Lief." Eivor chuckled, pushing back in with one hard thrust, then pulling out again immediately.

You cried out, back arching off the bed as he filled you for an all too short instant, the left you empty once more. 

"Please" You whimpered again, voice raspy. You hated him in that moment, hated the way he was making you beg, the way he was drawing this out. But you hated yourself more, for the fact that you were begging, for the fact that you wanted him so badly, that you needed him to complete you.

"You act like you are above me. That you know the way better than I do." Eivor continued as he pushed in again, hitting deep, just to pull out once more. Each hard and long thrust punctuating his words. "But Lief , you forget who you are facing. You need guidance just as the rest of us."

"You can never admit, can you?" He grunted. "Too pridefull for that. But...maybe that is why I married you. Saw a worthy challenge in you. See who caves first." He licked your thighs, tongue drawing quick circles after his teeth pinched your skin.

You shook your head, words failing. His tongue on your skin felt like a sweet torture, a tantalising pleasure that only intensified the need burning within you.

He chuckled then, a low, deep sound that echoed in the room. "It's ironic, isn't it?" he purred. "The woman who's so good at taking charge, suddenly reduced to a needy, wanton mess just because of me."

He continued his snippy thrusts and with a growl Eivor pushed in deep, walls parting, contracting against size, tip hitting a tantalizing spot, as he stayed buried for a time.

A gasp felt your lips as you felt him filling you, more than you thought possible. Body convoluted, walls clamping around him, not wanting to let go. And he stayed there, unmoving, stretching, the tip teasing a tender spot that sent waves of pleasure through your body.  

You could feel yourself slowly coming undone, body trembling, mind foggy with want, yet Eivor still held you there, refusing to give you relief, enjoying the way you squirmed, the sound of your whimpres. Trying to form words, to beg him to move, to give you the satisfaction you needed, but all that came out was a muffled moan. He looked down at you then, eyes glowing dangerously, face unreadable, his smirk getting wider, wolfish. 

"Do you want to come, my love?" he purred, his voice taunting. You could barely nod, the words stuck in your throat, your body straining against the pleasure he was holding just out of reach.

Eivor chuckled again, the sound like a rough rub of gravel. "All you have to do," he said, his voice soft and sultry, "is give in." 

He withdrew slightly, walls clenching around him, trying to pull him back in, but he held back, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "How long will you let this continue, my Sweet Wife?" he chuckled, "You want to come, but you are just too stubborn to admit it. To do what I say."

You shook your head, but the movement was weak, half-hearted. You were teetering on the edge, but you held back, pride refusing to let you give in, even if your body screamed for release.

"Alright then." He groaned, a frown appearing between his brows. Without subtlety he pulled out again completely, throbbing cock slapping back to his navel. A cry, a short sob slipped from your lips, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt the emptiness after him, the bubbling, pleasure fading away. "We stay here until you come to a better mind." Eivor declared, as he pushed his cock to my slick, just resting there.

Whimpering you threw your head back, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, the emptiness he left filled you with cold, hollow pain. You felt exposed, the edge of your orgasm having been snatched away cruelly for so long now, leaving you frustrated and desperate.

His cock lay against you, the heat and throbbing tantalising, just out of reach.

"You're so stubborn." Eivor growled, his voice thick with frustration. He didn't sound angry, but almost...amused, like a cat playing with a mouse. "Even in this state you refuse to listen to me, to admit that I am the wiser one. But you are so stubborn, so blind." His hand grasped your jaw tenderly, his thumb swiping your tears away, sky blue eyes dim with clouds. "But I will break you, one way or another."

It felt strange to you, two worlds seemed to collide in him, actions and words contradicting each other as he was trying to comfort you with his caressing. In the back of his eyes, a soft gleam lingered in the harsh darkness. He was determined to break you, to mold you to his wishes, but beneath the ruggedness there was another thing. His lust. His enjoyment of this dance, this cat and mouse play he made you do. Eivor was enjoying having this control, to do whatever he wanted - this delicate dance, between dominance and submission, between surrender and power; the power he had in bringing you to this point. 

"I can give you everything you need right now. I'll make you feel pleasure you never felt before, Sweet wife." Eivor murmured, looking down at you. "I'll do it, under one condition."

You felt a lump in your throat. A deal was forming, and you had no idea what part you will get from it, if you can even fight against it. Staying silent you waited for the conditions he was about to present. 

He nodded, more to himself than to you as you were willing to obey his commands so far.  "The condition is this." Eivor said softly, his voice deep and seductive. "You submit to me, fully and completely. You give yourself to me, in every way. You submit yourself under my care,  my judgement from now on, having full trust in your husband, at is. And in return, I'll give you everything you need, everything you want."

You could feel a flutter in your chest, heartbeat quickening at his words. What of this sudden change, this need to have everything and everyone under his grasp, to move and place like chess pieces on the board. Throughout your marrige he had always been confident in your decidions, giving the rein into your palms to maneuver. Why this struggle then? 

You squirmed under his hold, hips arching, twisting slightly, a rush of heat spreading throught you. 

“And what if I refuse?” You challenged, but there was no edge in your voice, only caution. 

His smile widened, a hint of cruelty in it. "Then I'll keep you like this, on the edge, just out of reach, until you change your mind. I'll keep you here, begging for me, for the satisfaction I can give you, until you realize how good it feels to submit to me. You'll want nothing more than to give in, to let me take care of you,to be under my care, forever now…"

You closed your eyes - body trembling, mind racing with thoughts.

"It's up to you my love." Eivor purred, his words like honey, nauseatingly sweet on the tongue, smothering strong. "You can stay stubborn, defiant, and be denied of all the things I could be capable of giving you. Or you can give in, submit to me, and you will be rewarded in ways you never thought possible."

His voice was an enticing melody- words like a siren's song.

"Well my love?" he said, his voice still gentle. "What will it be?"

You  felt torn, mind warring with itself. Submitting to him felt like giving up, accepting this harsh side of him that you wanted to do nothing with. Yet, above all Eivor was the man you bind your soul to, he was the one who ought to protect and guide you in your life together. And so far, he kept that promise, even when all odds were against him, he did not waver. 

“I…I yield.” You whispered, the words quiet, but firm.

His eyes lit up at your words, a wide, pleased grin spreading across his face. "Wise choice, my sweet wife." Eivor purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let me take care of you."

Leaning back on his heels, sweat-damped arms sneaking around my knees on the bed, he lifted it up with ease, placing it onto his other shoulder, now both legs captured, in his hold; hauled up in the air, making you unable to see him properly. 

You felt exposed suddenly - it was as if you had become even more naked, despite the fact that every surface of your skin was exposed to him.Legs pressing onto his shoulders, your hips off the bed, Eivor had you completely at his mercy like this, unable to move, to get away. He took both of your shins into his hold, his other hand coming down to lone himself up to you. 

You closed your eyes, body tensing with anticipation, your mind a blur of desire and fear. You could feel his tip teasing your weeping hole again, rubbing but not quite entering. You felt his free hand grip your legs harder, fingers digging into your skin, pulling your closer to him, making you cry out softly.

Eivor pressed forward, slowly, almost gently, allowing you to adjust to his size. He was almost loving, the way he looked at you, but there was still a sense of power and dominance in his touch, in the way he held you down. You could feel him filling you, stretching you, and you whimpered. The pain was there, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pure bliss of his touch. Eivor grunted as he pushed deeper, his breathing becoming more ragged.

He started moving, slowly at first, pulling back and then pushing in again. Each stroke was deliberate, precise, as if he was exploring every inch of you. You were lost in the sensations, the pleasure and the pain, and you felt as if you were drowning in him. He didn't rush, taking his time, moving in slow, measured thrusts, each one punctuated with a low groan of pleasure. You clenched around his member, your body trembling, mind reeling.

His pace began to quicken, his hold on you tightening as he picked up speed. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your bodies, mixed with your moans and breaths. He grunted with each thrust, his movements becoming more desperate, more possessive. You could feel yourself on the edge again, your body clinging to him, trying to pull him deeper, to hold him inside longer. Eivor growled possessively, his grip on you almost bruising by now as he slammed into you, his rhythm quickening until you were sure you were going to break.

You could feel the tension coiled tight inside your core, the pressure building as you teetered on the edge of orgasm, so close yet not quite there. His name fell from your lips like a chant, desperate and pleading. You could feel the heat of his body against your skin, the way his muscles strained as he held you, his breathing heavy and ragged. Eivor slammed into you again, and you cried out, body convulsing as the first wave of orgasmic bliss washed over you. He groaned, his hold on you tightening as he followed after. 

Eivor rode the wave with you, hid body spasming as he groaned your name, his release so intense, he looked pained. The orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, drowning and all-consuming, as his grip held you there. You could feel him inside of yourself, filling you, his seed seeping into you. 

He held you to his body, trembling, breathing ragged, as Eivor came down from his orgasm. 

As the pleasure subsided, Eivor gently unhooked your legs from his torso, placing them down onto the mattress, with a care that opposed his previous deeds. He leaned over you, his body close, arms holding most of his weight above you. Looking down at you, a smile played on the corner of his lips, but now, his eyes wrinkled beside them; gifting you a genuine smile, true to his old self. 

You lay there, panting, your body feeling boneless and loose. You felt his finger trailing down your face, his touch soft and gentle now. A far cry from the rough, demanding grip Eivor had on you moments ago. Looking up at him, your eyes glazed with calmness and comfort, body still trembling slightly. 

His expression was unreadable, but there was a warmth in his eyes, a tenderness that hadn't been there before. He reached down, stroking your hair, his fingers running through it gently. He was taking care of you, in a way he hadn't done that night.

He leaned forward, his lips pressing against your forehead in a tender kiss. "You did well, my Sweet Wife." Eivor murmured, his voice soft, his words a low rumble. He didn't sound like the same person who had been commanding you before, or the person who had brought you to this torturous delight. Now he was gentle, caring, almost loving.

You couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through your body at his words, his touch.

You wanted to say something, to tell him how you were feeling, what you felt all through this night, but you simply lay there, eyes closed, body too exhausted to speak.

He moved aside, laying next to you on the bed, his body so close you could feel the heat of his skin. Eivor pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest, his fingers stroking your hair softly. His scent was strong, his musk mixed with sweat and sex. It was so intoxicating, and you found yourslef pressing closer, wanting to bask in it.

You could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong against your ear, his hold on you was steady, comforting, like he was trying to make up for his earlier roughness. He held you like you were something precious, something to be cared for; that he lost a long ago, and was determind to never let it go ever now. You couldn't help but feel a sense of safety in his arms, a sense of belonging.

Eivor didn't say anything, just held you there, his breath warm against your skin. You felt yourself drifting off, the warmth and the comfort of his embrace lulling you into a state of contentment. As you began to lose consciousness, you could've sworn you heard him murmur something, his voice barely audible, but warm and loving. “My Sweet Frigg.” 

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DP x DC Long Fics (100,000 Above)

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Secrets Lost by ArtemisMoore :

(Currently being edited) Danny knew that someday, somehow that something like this would happen. That his parents would discover his secret and react in one of two ways; a) they would be confused but accept him like they had in all of the other temporary cases they’d experienced, or b) they would stick to their guns (literally) and decide that their son was the enemy. Now, of course, he and his friends had been preparing for this day since the first Ghost Attack on Amity Park. They had bags packed, emergency supplies stashed around Amity Park and surrounding cities, emergency funds, and safe houses. They had plans, preparations, and procedures that all of “Team Phantom” had memorized. Even Valery, who had only been a part of “Team Phantom” for a week and still didn’t know his identity! But none of them could have imagined that “Operation Friend or Foe” would happen like this. When all of their preparations were hundreds of miles away, supplies were out of reach, and where all of his friends and allies couldn't help him. They had no idea… that everything would go this wrong. Word Count: 103,445 Completed

Batman, Meet Team Phantom by Sivan5733 :

Jason leaves Amity Park for Gotham, but an emergency call changes everything. The Fentons have discovered Danny's secret, and things are going horribly wrong. While Jazz, Sam, and Tucker save Danny from Jack and Maddie, the group is now on the run. Jason and his family pull all of their resources together to make things right.

An "Anger Management" Relationship Fic

Word Count: 118,359 Completed

Nothing But The Dead And Dying (back in my little town) by Umei_no_Mai :

Dan has just been rescued and is feeling a bit shorter than usual. Jason Todd has just been petitioned like he's a feudal warlord, which has never happened before but he could maybe get used to. They can probably make this work so long as Batman doesn't stick his nose in. Yeah, like that'll happen. Word Count: 123,925 Completed

Bitter, had the Heart by CastrianAmore :

Tim is the only one consistently watching. Thus he’s the first and only one to notice one more body following the streets like the bats do. A kid with all black hair and white motifs and an attitude problem that reminds him a tad too much of Jason. It was a shame Jason was adamant that he “didn’t know anything”, what a liar right?

But the streets of Gotham listened and the name on everyone’s lips playing like a discordant harmony was one word: Distortion. Not that Tim knew what it meant yet, but Danny would make sure he would. If Danny lived long enough for Tim to find out.

Word Count: 182,548 Completed

Wanted: Dead and Alive by Astereae :

“Hey, I do I... Do I know you?” Danny asks, a hand coming up to brush something off Tim’s cheek. “No,” Tim says. “We haven’t met.” “Oh, no, I do.” Danny says, and he smiles, teeth white and sharp. “You’re that guy who rearranged my guts!” Rearranged his- Tim glances at the knotted scars on the boy’s abdomen. He can see the shine and shadow of haphazard stitches that weren’t meant to hold forever, that tore and healed over. His- This- “WHAT!?” Nightwing shouts, equal parts confused and delighted. Tim’s fucked. OR Danny Fenton's been in GIW captivity for 4 months. Tim Drake gets kidnapped by the GIW one Tuesday evening in May. Considering how many of the Bats and the Birds have died and come back to life, it was only a matter of time for some people interested in the afterlife to come poking around. The detectives can't seem to uncover any information about the mysterious white vans, however. And they keep losing the mysterious boy who seems to be the one person in Gotham to know anything at all. Word Count: 121,281 Completed

Finding Valhalla by Phantom_Theif_1412 for Cielle_Noire :

When the local breakfast cereal invites Bruce Wayne and his family to Amity, Phantom and Valkyrie are suspicious and try to play it safe. But they have no idea what he's planning, and misguided plans can cause unintended consequences. Posting this cause I wrote it, and really hope everyone likes it. Please enjoy at your leisure. Word Count: 195,295 Completed

Anaktaomai: regain for oneself, recover by blobghost (handovertheblorbofics) :

Jason is trying to live his second chance at life to the fullest: protecting Gotham's streets as the Red Hood, going to college to get a degree, participating in Gotham's Renaissance Faire, getting a boyfriend, all of it. Sure, he's been daydreaming a lot more and it might be becoming a major problem and his boyfriend is apparently a meta who saved his kid brother after a mission gone wrong, but as far as he was concerned those were nothing to worry about. What he does need to worry about is homework and rogues attempting to kill him... right? Title is Greek transliteration of ἀνακτάομαι. (Fic fully written and chapters will be posted once a week) Word Count: 117,717 Completed

A Second Life by Die_Erlkonigin6083 :

He wakes up with no memories. He knows things, but he doesn’t know why. Who is he? And how did he get here? Word Count: 159,219 Completed

Ongoing

Kite Flies Over The Nightingale Nest by Th3Sp4rrow :

My prompt list is from ailesswhumptober on Tumblr :) Tw's are at the start of each chapter! When Jason Todd learns that Catherine Todd wasn't his biological mother- that his bio mom as well as his twin brother were still out there somewhere in the world- he'd almost left the matter alone. He already had Dick; he didn't need another brother. Although, he did miss his mom... He'd decided to try and find Sheila Haywood, the woman who had relinquished him to his father and had dropped his twin off somewhere along the way. Meanwhile, Daniel Fenton had been protecting his town of Amity Park for months. Now, with the Ghost Investigation Ward closing in, the stakes are higher than ever. After a night out gone horribly wrong, the Fentons' know his secret. He's Phantom, and he's half ghost. They chase him cross-country, meets some interesting characters, and sees the GIW attempting to kidnap a boy about his age. He takes action. He swoops in to save the boy and... fails. Instead of saving him, they both get shoved into the back of some shitty van. That was when they realized they knew the face staring back at them. Word Count: 139,347 On-going

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood by halfgone(milkywxy) :

Based on this Tumblr prompt.

Lex Luthor has recently acquired a son. Weapon? Parole officer? ...Lex now has a teenaged god and he'll be damned if someone tries to take the kid away from him.

Word Count: 519,936 On-going

close enough to be whole again by hailsatancab :

“If you ever find yourself in danger, go to Bruce Wayne. He will help you.” His mother had loved him, in her own way. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have helped him escape. If she hadn’t, she would have dragged him back to the League of Assassins, to Grandfather. If she hadn’t, he’d be dead. She loved him, but she loved the League more. Jack and Maddie Fenton loved him too, they did, but they loved their work more. They loved their work more. -- After his parents react poorly to his reveal, Danny escapes to the only person he thinks can help him - Bruce Wayne. He doesn't know what to expect when he gets there, but it has to be better than where he is, surely? He certainly doesn't expect to be reunited with his long lost twin brother Damian. It's funny how things work out that way. Danny is 16 years old, not Phantom Planet compliant Word Count: 117,934 On-going

Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy :

He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly.

What the fuck.

What the hell was Jason supposed to do now?

Word Count: 119,791 On-going

Phantoms and Foes by Zyleev :

Krypton was dying long before it exploded. After a lab accident at 14 gave Danny ice powers, he used them for good to try and stop crime as the first hero of Krypton. But when thousands of years of mining the core of Krypton finally caught up to the planet, General Zod evacuated Krypton to the Phantom Zone before it exploded. Little did Zod know he led the Kryptonians to a slaughter. Years later, Danny is the only Kryptonian left alive when Kal-El finds the Phantom Projector and brings him to Earth. Danny must now adjust to having new powers and life on a planet that is completely different than Krypton and the Phantom Zone. Word Count: 121,723 On-going

Press Heart to Subscribe by Die_Erlkonigin6083 :

Brown shows Damian a viral video of a twitch streamer, named UndeadNebula, passionately defending the current Robin from his critics. Intrigued, he begins watching the streamer.

UndeadNebula is smart, kind, funny, and Damian could listen to him talk for eternity.

The streamer might have wormed his way into Damian’s heart.

Word Count: 101,086 On-going

Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It by HyperKid :

Danny and Jason meet by chance in a graveyard on Christmas Eve over a certain someone’s grave. Neither expect to ever see the other again, until they run into each other at a coffee shop less than a week later.And once they’re both thinking clearly, there’s obviously something wrong. Between working out what to tell their families, what’s actually going on, and just… well, being happy pains in the ass and proud of it, it turns out Team Batfam and Team Phantom all over are a match made in Heaven. Now all they have to do is persuade Bruce that Jason having new friends hasn’t hailed the apocalypse. Word Count: 275,002 On-going

Bus to Nowhere by foldingfacets :

Is it running from your problems if your problems consider you to be a dead imprint of consciousness that killed their son? Yes, but Danny tries not to think about how his nightmares of his parents trying to kill him came true when they found out he was Phantom. After being on the run from his parents and the government for a couple of months, moving from town to town, Danny ends up in Gotham City and decides to risk staying in Batman's territory. He'd take the wrath of Batman over live vivisection via beloved parents or being studied and torn apart by the government. Besides, he's not a meta. Being dead is a medical condition. Word Count: 108,870 On-going

Some Kind of Miraculous Bind by Saitrised :

Damian Wayne is the heir to the Bat, the Blood Son. Except, he wasn't always the only blood son. There was another, younger heir once, before Damian had left the league and his brother hadn't had the chance to join him. There was one alive heir to the Bat, and a second one, secret to all but him, that was gone. Danny Fenton is already tired of being the Ghost King. Not even six months into his reign, and he's having to deal with ectoplasmic leaking past Amity's borders and new, unknown threats against his people. And the fact that Gotham, the one city that he had mentally marked as off limits, seems to be where most of the problems are isn't helping. ---This is an upload of a heavily edited version of the previously posted chapter 14--- Word Count: 126,392 On-going

schrodinger's cat by Meetalotaku :

My extrapolated story from I'm building off flamingpuddings post on Tumblr. What if Selina Kyle was Danny bio mom. That she had with Batman. And she put him up for adoption to her distance relatives the fentons. I've also taken the liberty to set the phantom time line up a few years earlier. Danny had his accident in Jr high. At 11 in 6th grade. He meets Selina at not yet 14 teen. A ton of DC characters will make appearances eventually. But it's going to focus heavily on Gotham based characters first. And slowly sprinkle in more phantom characters and other dc characters from all media forms messed together. Word Count: 145,780 On-going

Wayne's Haunted Mansion by Tathartiel :

Something is wrong. Bruce notices it when he's not alone, but he feels like he is being watched. The bad part? He feels it both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. Who is watching him? He's determined to find out. He regrets it when finds out that there is another child in his home, but one who is in desperate need of help. Word Count: 121,923 On-going

The Adventures of Big Talon and Little Talon. by Ispotteddumuss :

“Beware the Court of Owls, that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadowy perch, behind granite and lime. They watch you at your health, they watch you in your bed, speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send the Talon for your head.” Jason would like a one Talon please. No, not the Other Talon. He wants the Little Talon. The one with yellow green eyes. The short one. You know the one that chirps. No, he's not turning into his Father, he swears. Little Talon doesn't know what he wants but he knows this new Big Talon is good. (It takes a bit to get to Big Talon and Little Talon part. It starts mostly just Little Talon. Like a while. We got there though but takes a bit.) Word Count: 167,257 On-going

Artificial Wingman by TheSleepyKitsune :

Prompt fill for im-totally-not-an-alien-2 on TumblrAfter finding a spell book in his aunt's attic, half ghost Danny Fenton decides to become a Disney Princess for a day in another dimension by using a love potion on the local wildlife. Fate has different plans, however, in the form of a Gotham Vigilante landing directly in said love potion.Now, with a love-struck Damian Wayne and no immediate way home, Danny must try to make a cure while dodging the cities best detectives.Meanwhile, a very concerned Batfam are trying to track down their missing member. Word Count: 106,859 On-going

If you Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire :

Strange things are going on in Gotham: A series of crimes linked only by a sentence uttered. A drug that no one seems to be selling, but lots of people are taking. An old enemy reborn, or someone pretending to be him. Graffiti that can't be photographed by normal means. Bartenders disappearing without a trace. John Constantine is also there. Danny wants nothing to do with any of it. He just wants to sell burgers and survive. Actually, he'd like to go home again, but since that isn't possible, he'll stick with burgers. Gotham's vigilante's have other plans. This is why Danny doesn't do favors. Word Count: 248,148 On-going

regular boy: daniel wayne by diamond_rozie :

“Reporting live from Gotham City, here at the scene of the crime. Dr. Collin Kilye, renowned geneticist, has shot himself and has been declared dead by the paramedics. Dr. Kilye is suspected to be responsible for the purposeful switching of newborns between families under his care, where an known over 500 babies have been swapped in the last 20 years of his employment here. Based on the information provided to the Gotham PD by Nightwing and Batman, we are led to believe that Nightwing has been investigating this case after an anonymous tipoff. After a month and a half of investigating, Nightwing-” Dick had learned that people never know a situation as well as they assume they did. Dick had always assumed that he wouldn’t be one of those people. He was a detective, a Bat, the first Robin.The case file in front of him glared tauntingly. He should've known better to assume anything.Danny Fenton; Birth Parents: Bruce Wayne (father) and Clarissa King (mother). Status: Alive Word Count: 100,571 On-going

Like and Survive-Phantom's Guide to Young Hero Survival by robinasnyder :

When the world becomes aware of teenaged superheroes there is an immediate and fierce wave of backlash and controversy. That's where Phantom comes in. Phantom saved the world from a meteor fifteen years back; an impressive feat back in the day but now that meteors threatening all life on earth is such a common event that hardly anyone thinks about it. Phantom is considered an old timer who deals with a small city and nowhere else. When he begins uploading videos with advice for young heroes, he hopes a few new heroes might avoid some of the pain he went through. He's shocked at just how popular his advice suddenly becomes. Word Count: 306,940 On-going

If you find a vigilante in the dumpster by lunamugetsu :

The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster. / / It was a normal night of patrol for Jason. Beating up a bunch of criminals. Shooting them with bullets (they're rubber bullets Bruce! Calm down!) Get stabbed by them. Pass out from blood loss in the place he was taking refuge in Wake up in an apartment, his wounds bandaged and all. And to a black haired blue eyed kid staring at him. "I found you in the garbage!" Word Count: 120,002 On-going

Shoot Suspected Ghosts First, Ask Questions Never by yasstaghr :

Danny is in over his head and he knows it. He's feeling overwhelmed with trying to stop a war between the Realms and Earth, and he doesn't have a lot of good options. He makes a desperate attempt to keep as many people alive as he can, and it goes both horribly right and horribly wrong.

Word Count: 169,508 On-going

Robin's Egg by Calix :

While out on nightly patrol, Robin finds a very injured Danny Phantom who is about to be forced back into his core. Now that the ghost boy is entirely defenseless, how is Damien going to protect the core from others? And even harder… how is going to keep Phantom's existence unknown to his family? Word Count: 162,633 On-going

Friendly neighborhood vigilante by Elizabehta_Beilschmidt for Imp_y :

Meet Jasmine Fenton: Smart, resourceful, kind and the very proud sister of Amity Park's own undead superhero Danny Phantom. Therapist at your service. Intern at Arkham Asylum. Can kick your ass. Likes tea and long walks at the beach. Meet Jason Todd: Smart, resourceful, not-that-kind (if you say he's soft you may get knifed) and the very proud vigilante and protector of Crime Alley. Died for a while but got better. Holds grudges. Likes reading a nice book and the sound of the rain against the window. They are neighbors now. Word Count: 112,001 On-going

Broken Bonds by SleepingDead (PolarBearSeals) :

Severely injured, Danny escapes the GIW and latches onto the first ghost that called to him who offered protection and rest. Danny regrets it when he learns he's in the city of the brother who'd killed him. And it appears he can't leave. Word Count: 123,699 On-going

I Am A Retired Hero And My Love Interest Is A Former Crime Lored!? by ShyCrow :

Danny Fenton did the whole hero thing, all right? He fought bad guys, saved the world a couple of times, became enemies with a secret government faction. And it was fun. Really, he had no regrets! But now it's time for him to buckle down and focus on getting that degree. It's a good thing Gotham University gave him a full ride. But things are just now starting to get more and more complicated... It started as an accident that evolved into the Red Hood paying attention to Danny. And now ghosts are starting to lose objects that, if fallen into the wrong hands, can cause a lot of trouble for both Danny and the Ghost Zone. With the bats starting to take notice of him and the Zone's refusal to leave him alone, can he truly lead a normal life? And, more importantly, does he really want to? Word Count: 138,759 On-going

[krankittoeleven]

AO3 Wrapped (author edition)

I was tagged by @softest-punk. Thank you so much friend, your output this year was stunning as always!

in chronological order, the fics i posted this year are:

we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together)

i wish it were me inside your veins (T, JJK, Nanago, whump, hurt/comfort, curse effects/mission gone wrong)

what it tastes like (E, JJK, GetoNanaGo, pwp, getting together, somehow Gojo is the well behaved one?, WIP - UPDATE SOON!)

my life would suck without you (T, JJK, Nanago, feelings, emotional hurt/comfort, depressed!Nanami, angst with a happy ending)

just desserts (E, JJK, Nanago, pwp, humor, slightly feral Gojo)

that's how the light gets in (T, JJK, Nanago, humor, fluff, slice of life)

escape (the pineapple fic) (M, JJK, Nanago, Accidentally Stoned Gojo, humor, domestic bliss, marriage proposal only Nanago could pull off)

the sparking of the outlaw nanami kento by the right and honorable judge higuruma hiromi (M, JJK, Higunana, Cowboy AU, Judge!Higuruma, Outlaw!Nanami, WIP)

your heart that's a hole (E, JJK, GetoNana, GetoNanaGo kind of, cheating, toxic relationship, voyurism, jealous!Gojo, Baseball AU i guess lol)

and i'm feeling good (M, JJK, Higunana, flirting, first meeting, salaryman era Nanami)

nights in lonesome october (Various Ratings, JJK, NanaGo, jjktober ficlet collection that I didn't get far on but I want to finish)

committing to the bit (E, JJK, Getonana, beginning GetoNanaGo, fake relationship, getting together, College AU)

party favors (G, JJK, Nanago, slice of life, fluff, a silly ficlet to commemorate NanaGo reaching 3k fics on AO3)

*SECRET FINAL FIC* My last fic of the year is currently anonymous as it was written for a Secret Santa Exchange, when it is publicly revealed I'll add it here.

*****

Stats

Works Published : 14

Work Subscriptions: 253

Kudos: 3190

Comment Threads: 224

Bookmarks: 885

Word Count: 121,868

Hits: 31,437

*****

top 3 fics (of all years) by kudos:

(544) we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together, 2024)

(427) just desserts (E, JJK, Nanago, pwp, 2024)

(352) i wish it were me inside your veins (T, JJK, Nanago, whump, hurt/comfort, curse effects/mission gone wrong, 2024)

*****

top 3 fics (of all years) by word count:

(86,992) water of life (E, AC Valhalla, Ubba/Vili, emotional slow burn, getting together, hurt/comfort, incomplete but I swear I want to finish it, 2021)

(30,965) we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together, 2024)

(21,811) but like a refugee (E, Trigun 98/TriMax, Vashwood, fix it, 2023)

*****

top 3 ships:

Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento

Geto Suguru/Nanami Kento

Geto Suguru/Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento

Yeah, that checks out LMAO

*****

top 5 tags:

Humor, Banter, Fluff, Kissing, Hurt/Comfort...............I can't believe fluff was one of my top tags this year...WHAT HAPPENED? LMAO

*****

Thank you everyone that read, commented, kudos'd and reblogged my stuff over the year. I've be having a blast going mental over NanaGo and JJK. *cries* Thanks especially to @brasideios for the awesome beta work they've been doing for me. Literally life changing advice!! Also thanks to @uchihaprodigy and @ftld42 for being awesome people who just let me fill their discord DMs full of inane fic and JJK rambling. LMAO

i will tag @brasideios @beelzebby666, @madnessmadness, @ftld42, @togaki-kun, @lifewtr, @arquiving, @hopethepope26 (seriously just had a meltdown cuz I forgot you aren't anixit here and I thought I was going insane LOL), @findusinaweek, @aeide, @satonthelotuspier, @kentozone, @loveleffie, @sukunaaaah and of course any writers that i missed. No pressure of course!

Also, I'm still working on the WIP ask meme, I haven't forgotten about the submissions that are left!!

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

So I have this one other idea, a little thought but like...

What if the whole Heaven / Hell thing wasn't the only afterlife?

What if Al's Ma isn't in Heaven, because she fervently believed in something else. As he did.

But he was too curious... too fixated on following after the men he killed in life, once he knew they clearly made it to this new existence, and Alastor slipped between the dimensional gateways into Hell.

Where he came from is sealed in his mind, and his mouth bound to prevent sharing it. Solely because it would cause great harm.

He was one of many powerful entities from the realm he left; some were of light, some of earth, some of dark, some of the air and waves and, and, and. Depending on how their faith and worship shaped them.

He was one of the creatures of darkness.

He was not the most powerful, but most in that realm didn't fight, not in the way sinners did in Hell. The translation over did change him, morphed his form... and he does miss the chance to speak to his mother, to those he'd forged bonds with there... but, this chaotic realm stirred something in his heart.

Something that was lost in the place of general tranquility.

It's why he came as something unusual, something powerful, something terrifyingly otherworldly... that made even the overlords shudder. Perhaps he's not the only one, though.

Others have slipped through cracks from other places before, oh, a drip over millennia of course. But, a few can sense one another... like Zestial was clearly of [sound that felt like a lensflare in your third eye] and was most amused by Alastor's arrival.

And if Carmilla didn't fall through from Valhalla, then who could even claim to do so? She was a living weapon.

In short, there's more out there than any realise.

And it's going to cause a problem soon. The realms intersect, the realities are fraying at the constant erosion... and Lucifer is too focused on his own despair to follow the sharp tingles in his flight feathers that normally warn him of the problem.

Not until it's too late. Not until a sinner or two falls the other way. Goetia Seers panic and reach out to the Monarch, who has just vanquished Adam, and his alarm makes even Charlotte's heart thud painfully in her breast.

"Bad?"

"Horrendous."

That's when he notices the small tears. When he trails the energies back to the Sinners who slipped through... to Zestial, to Carmilla, to Alastor, to a mix of others that he drags to his throne by compulsion alone.

Fuck, there's a dozen of them. None from the same realm. That's a lot of sewing to do... cosmically speaking.

"Problem, little monarch?" Alastor coos, his grin clearly amused at this chaos.

"You! You and the others, you've caused a rift between our dimensions!"

"Oh settle yourself, we were just coming over to see what you had here..."

"Well now we have to fix it before all the realms start to bleed together."

"Sounds like an angel problem to me..."

He hurls hellfire at the deer.

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Maybe there's something they need from each realm to help bind them shut. Hotel gang and various sinners who lived there group adventure!

[prinzrupprecht]

Okita x female reader who’s jealous of his valkyire skalmold

His Victory

I originally was gonna do this but wasn’t sure how with the way Okita has been written lately in RoR, I’m going to change the scenario a bit and make it slight AU and that he won and lives.

Pairing: Okita Souji x fem!reader

Synopsis: You couldn’t conceal how jealous you were of her and how he looked so happy around Skalmold. He had won his match and despite the injuries he took and thanks to her, he was able to live. The infirmary was amazing in healing the participants. You’ve been with Okita since the Shinsengumi days stuck by his side till the bitter end.

TW: slight hurt/comfort and fluff

WC: 1300

You didn’t know what to feel in the moment. She was incredibly beautiful. Your heart and mind seemed to be clouded in the moment as they fought for humanity together. Of course, he was amongst the chosen for Ragnarok. After he won against a god. A god. It was like you were happy on the inside but everything else felt like a blur.

You have known him since the Shieikan days, Mibu and Shinsengumi days. How long has it been? Since he was 9? 10? Since you met him… you couldn’t save him but she could. Her enhancement stalled enough for him to get the win for humanity and he was able to survive.

The other members of the Shinsengumi were rushing to see Souji in the infirmary while you stood back without knowing what to think. You remember what he told you? He wanted to go all out and it was highly possible he would die. “Why are you still here?” Sasaki who stood a few feet away from you had asked.

“I don’t know…” you didn’t move and continue to watch the arena change its layout to prepare for the next round.

“You should see him, I’m sure he would want you there with him.” Sasaki crossed his arms.

“I’m sure he’s fine… he has everyone else there with him.” You looked at your hand. It was a miracle for him to survive but you were sure the nurses and Valhalla doctors would heal him back up. You on the other hand have no idea what you were going to do. It felt like you were completely replaced by Skalmold.

Hrist grew irritated at how you completely sat in silence ignoring the fact that the man who devoted his life to you was in critical condition, and you wouldn’t go see him. “Listen here, I don’t care what your deal is! You are throwing your feelings away just because of jealousy?” Hrist was one of the smartest women and she wasn’t wrong. She could sense your uneasiness when Souji was paired with Skalmold. You may have been quiet about it, but you weren’t entirely on board with another woman interlinking their soul with him.

“So what if I’m jealous? In the end, it doesn’t matter. I can’t ever compete with her.” You wanted them to leave you alone as you brought your knees to your chest. This made Hrist grab your arm to pull you to your feet.

“Wh— What are you doing?!” you were shocked by how mad Hrist was.

“Taking you to him whether you like it or not.” Hrist angrily said as you looked at Sasaki but he was just grinning at the two of you. Hrist was kind and an angry person, depending on her moods.

You didn’t say anything as your stomach felt empty as you were dragged down the hall to his infirmary room. Nervousness filled you greatly as you were halted and stood outside his door with Hrist holding onto your arm still.

“I brought her here,” Hrist opened the door. Kondo smiled and of course, Ichimatsu and Skalmold were here as well. Ichimatsu was a very kind boy who took care of Souji with you in his final moments. You had wondered where his other friends were at. Hijikata? Heisuke? Hajime? Maybe they already saw him or were told to see him later when he’s in better shape.

“Hi…” you couldn’t even make eye contact with any of them. Sasaki and Hrist had already left back to watch the remaining matches.

“You’re here, I was worried,” Skalmold spoke up kindly. Souji still didn’t say anything as his eyes met with nothing in particular. Was he mad at you?

“Ya, sorry about that.” You fidgeted with your hands due to how nervous you were. Kondo had politely asked Ichimatsu to wait outside the room. Skalmod was talking about how she knew you which made you wonder if you’ve met her before.

Souji’s memories? That would’ve been the only correct answer when she became his volundr. She was too kind and you were still unsure what her motives were. Why was she still here? You looked at Kondo who said nothing.

“Do you… want me to leave?” You asked Souji. He was being too quiet which was scary. Even when you two were alive on earth, he was the quietest member. He only spoke when he needed to or was being directed to. Yet, he could talk to you for hours when you two were alone.

Souji looked up when you asked him a direct question. “No, but why didn’t you see me right away?” he asked but his eyes still hadn’t met yours. You didn’t want to admit to your own feelings about Skalmold so you had to make up something, right?

“I— I… It’s nothing. Sorry, I got too distracted by everything around me.” Your answer wasn’t satisfying to him. You weren't being truthful and he knew that.

“Are you two alright? Did something happen?” skalmold was completely innocent in this and you were immediately starting to feel guilty. You were still keeping your distance.

“Do you like him?” You asked Skalmold. In the end, it would be up to Souji to decide for himself. Kondo was confused by your question towards the valkyrie. Jealous? Did Souji pick up on that as well?

“Why wouldn’t I? He has a good heart and I admire his commitment to the sword.” she smiled but that wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. It doesn’t seem to be a crush she was experiencing. Skalmold looks like she cares for him as much as you do but more like how a close friend would.

You fell silent and was unsure of what you wanted to do. “You think I’d leave you?” Souji’s voice was raspy. He caught on to your turbulent emotions. You looked at Kondo and back at them— Skalmold and Souji. You nodded slowly but Souji reached his arm out for you to take it.

You were hesitant but you took his arm and sat next to him on his left side. You could tell he was in a lot of pain from his match and probably is done with sword fighting. He’s gotten his wish to go all out and as you thought he would die, he still lived. “Remember our promise?” he asked.

You nodded, you remember from your previous life with him. “I told you even when I die, you’d always have my heart.” He wasn’t giving you any eye contact but was staring at his hands in his lap.

“I said the same as well… I’m sorry, I’ll stay here for as long as you want.” You smiled and this is what Skalmold wanted was for him to be happy. He was upset that you didn’t see him right away. She wasn’t jealous of you but rather wanted to befriend you as well.

“Forever? Just like you and Kondo-san promised.” He was too cute and you couldn’t say no to him.

Just like that, your last hope was for the humans to win so you could still stay with him longer.

Note: I’m not sure how to feel with this one. Imma make more jealous reader of Skalmold after the round is over. I’m also gonna do a Valhalla one shot where Okita gets jealous of the god you befriended aka Cu Chulainn. Idc for Cu much but he has the face and personality that would piss off Okita.

[thepreciouspurrsian]

Basim Across Timelines: Mirage vs Valhalla vs Modern 🔎 (open to discussion)

Mirage Basim

Age & Experience: Young, passionate, eager, impulsive. Still becoming/growing.

Motivation: Wants to belong. Seeks meaning, justice, purpose and identity.

Personality: Passionate, emotional, idealistic, curious, impulsive, quietly hopeful.

Emotional Depth: Wears his heart quietly on his sleeve. Emotions close to the surface, not fully processed.

Connection to Loki: Hints and dreams, fragmented visions, haunted but unaware.

How he loves: Awkward, shy, desperate and starved for affection he doesn’t believe he deserves, clumsy but sincere.

Fears: Being left behind, being “nothing”, being insignificant, forgotten, alone or rejected.

Trust: Hesitant but possible, given cautiously, broken easily.

Biggest Conflict: His own identity, Who is he really? vs the role he’s expected to play. (این بیتی؟ من انا؟/where’s my home? Who am I?)

Symbolic Role: The seeker of truth, searching for his path.

Tone & Dialogue: Curious, emotional, sometimes uncertain. Often asks questions to understand.

Intent & Purpose: Seeking identity, meaning and justice. Driven by a need to belong.

Skills: Still learning, excellent at stealth, parkour, quick thinking.

Position in the Hidden Ones: New recruit of the Hidden Ones. Initiate. Apprentice.

Human Relationships: Craves connection, specially with his Mentor and friends. Builds bonds slowly but genuinely.

Worldview: Idealistic with a tinge of doubt and guilt. Believes change is possible.

Valhalla & Modern Basim are just down below: ⬇️

Valhalla Basim

Age & Experience: Older, mature, calculating, forged by betrayal and hardened by pain. Already became.

Motivation: Wants revenge. Seeks closure, maybe even chaos. Justice warped by pain.

Personality: Cold, intense, calculating and sharp. Logic over sentiment.

Emotional Depth: Burying emotions under layers of control. Deep emotions buried under iron discipline.

Connection to Loki: Fully awakened. Wears the burden of duality. The voice inside has a name.

How he loves: Silent, fierce , protective, his love is strategy and instinct. Quiet but he overprotects more than he speaks.

Fears: Losing control and becoming someone he can’t come back from. Losing himself to revenge or to Loki.

Trust: Rare. Earned at great cost and once earned, unshakable and defended with fire.

Biggest Conflict: The weight of what he knows and what he’s become. Who he is vs what he’s become.

Symbolic Role: The ghost in the machine. Watching. Waiting. Pulling strings. Loki guiding him. (Basim and Loki aren’t the same. Two different individuals, okay?)

Tone & Dialogue: Calm, sharp, layered with hidden meaning. Speaks less but every word is loaded.

Intent & Purpose: Seeking revenge, truth and cosmic justice. Purpose has hardened into resolve.

Skills: Master of deception, combat, stealth and manipulation. Deadly and precise.

Position in the Hidden Ones: Mentor of the Hidden Ones on an exile. Veteran, rogue. Has distanced himself from the hidden ones. Independent.

Human Relationships: Keeps people at a distance. Loyalty is rare but unbreakable when earned.

Worldview: Cynical. Sees the world as a system to be manipulated not mended.

Modern Basim

Age & Experience: Ancient soul in a modern shell. Centuries of knowledge and scars.

Motivation: Balance, manipulation. Preparing for what’s to come.

Personality: Controlled, detached, as always ten steps ahead.

Emotional Depth: Emotions turned into strategy, still present but weaponized.

Connection to Loki: Symbiosis or struggle? Hard to say. The line is blurred and he may no longer care. Have made peace with the duality inside. Basim seems to be in control of the body. Still, Loki’s motivations, rage and past relationships are clearly steering many of Basim’s modern day actions.

How he loves: Purposeful and intense. Love becomes survival —ruthless but real.

Fears: Losing control or worse; losing humanity.

Trust: Practically nonexistent at this point but if given, it means everything.

Biggest Conflict: Who he serves vs who he used to be and whether he still cares.

Symbolic Role: The keeper of truth and its consequences. The judge and holder of knowledge. (I’m not sure if Modern Basim has completely handed over control to Loki, if they still coexist somehow or if Loki is partly gone.)

Tone & Dialogue: Measured, deliberate, almost surgical. Rarely speaks more than necessary.

Intent & Purpose: Managing outcomes. Balancing agendas. Driven by foresight more than feeling.

Skills: Ancient assassin with modern tech expertise. Efficient and unpredictable.

Position in the Hidden Ones: Cooperates with William Miles. Operates independently. Wields knowledge like a weapon.

Human Relationships: Detached. Relationships are either tools or vulnerabilities. (rare exceptions may exist)

Worldview: Coldly realistic, burdened by knowledge and duality. The world is cruel but not without design.

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hellooo can i request a hades , Poseidon , and Hermes with a Dum Dum orange cat type of reader(female)

How would they handle the reader , and how would they just try to get the reader to not just do anything dumb enough to injure or kill her tyyy

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Hades, Poseidon, and Hermes Name: {Character} with their Dumb-Dumb! Reader Requester: Anonymous

A/N: Honestly, I kinda vibe with this reader. My brain just shuts down whenever I finish a task and I look back going, 'how the hell did I do this?' like five seconds afterwards.

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💀 He was one of the smartest Gods known anywhere, Valhalla and Earth alike. But you, you were known around Valhalla for your 'idiocy', as declared by many

💀 Now, as rude and sad as that may sound, your husband somehow couldn't fully disagree with those claims

💀 Hades would just be working on some paperwork given to him by Zeus when one of his guards would walk in with a tired expression to announce to the God that you had gotten into an accident

💀 And by accident, I mean by you were just walking around and somehow stumbled into multiple different paint cans and got covered head to tow in the multiple colors of paint

💀 Your husband has gone to many measures to make sure you didn't somehow injure, or worse, killed yourself, because of your moments of flat-mindedness

💀 He had gotten some, in other's words, baby-proofing materials installed, including covering electric outlets, since one time you stuck a fork in there for who knows what reason, and a place to keep medications and vitamins out of your reach

💀 Needless to say, one time you saw your daily vitamins on the counter-top and you pushed the bottle over to get more to fall out

💀 And when Hades saw that nearly one fourth of the container was gone, he nearly had a heart-attack because of how much he was overthinking

💀 Whenever someone asks why your vitamins were locked up in a closet with the key being constantly around Hades, he would just answer with

" To keep it plain and simple, my dear S/O had gotten into the old container and nearly gave me a, what humans describe, heart-attack. "

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🔱 He was put off by how, in his words, 'mind-numbingly ignorant' you were when it came to, well, literally anything

🔱 Poseidon is a very serious individual, even among the God's standards, he was very stoic and cold appearing. So, when you have that information and you compare you to him, it's a surprise he hasn't tried killing you yet

🔱 Unlike Hades, he discovered your idiocy quite fast, since he didn't really act, he preferred to watch and observe how people act

🔱 Your husband, like his brother, was normally busy with different things, from making sure his ocean's waves measured well according to schedule, to making sure that the paperwork he had to commission to his oldest brother was done, this guy was on average fairly busy

🔱 Though, whenever he would get a fair amount of time off, he would head off to his S/O and make sure they were okay

🔱 This guy had been dealing with your actions for many years, and in that time you haven't stopped getting a bruise every week, whether it be from hitting your tow or running into an object, he had never gotten a week off from your injuries

🔱 While he may not show it, Poseidon really does care about you, but, unlike his oldest, he protects you in another way

🔱 He doesn't baby-proof his home, he finds that to be dumb. If there is a creature that dumb in the world, they don't deserve life, his words, not mine! Though they do change if you guys have children

🔱 Instead, Poseidon just puts either a couple guards to be by your side to make sure you didn't somehow mess up an entire room just by getting scared by a, in your words, 'flying cucumber', or, he'll have you positioned around him so he could watch over you

🔱 The latter happens more often, though. And whenever you have to be around him, he'll make sure that you have something to mess with, just so you didn't end up destroying something else somehow

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📨 Unlike many beings that you and him have met, Hermes loves how you get into trouble at random, it gives you an aura of mystery and difference, and he likes that

📨 Hermes loves to, when he can, watch you as you just walk around and get into trouble, like that one time where you ended up getting chased around by geese because you fell out of a tree while playing with Heracles and Ares when you were younger

📨 Whenever you would end up getting into trouble with another Deity, your husband would appear out of nowhere and distract the person as you escaped

📨 This guy loves writing songs in devotion of others, take the human fighters from Ragnarok into account, and for you? He has nearly five folders full of songs dedicated to you

📨 One of his favorite memories of you was when he was coming home from work and he stumbled upon two of his father's allies, Shiva, the head of the Hindu Pantheon, and Apollo, the Greek's God of the Sun

📨 The two men ran up to him dounced in a mixture of paint, glue, and a ton of multi-color glitter, and that alerted him that something happened, and it definitely would give him some kind of blackmail

📨 So, when they asked where you were, Hermes just chuckled and pat their shoulders, making sure his gloves didn't get any of the colorful mix on the white fabric, and he told them you were staying with Aphrodite for the night, despite knowing you were at home hiding from the angry duo

📨 When he eventually arrived home, he ushered you out and began to comfort you from your scared faze, which was understandable. And, when he asked if you wanted to see the photos he sneakily took, he chuckled as your eyes lit up

📨 You may be quite danger-prone and not the brightest star in the sky, but, he loved you for that