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sarawritestories · 3 months

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Read For Me

Cassian xFem Reader

Summary: You and Cassian have the House or Wind to yourselves. When he finds you alone in the library with a smutty romance novel, he comes up with a fun game to play.

This is heavily inspired by one specific scene in King of Pride by Ana Huang (if you want a good romance 10/10 would recommend her books)

A/N: I'm still working on writing smut so I apologize if it's awful!

Content Warning: smut, M entering F, teasing, Fluff, not deeply proofread

Word count: 2.1k

Cassian landed on the balcony of the House of Wind shaking off the chill breeze of the winter evening from his wings. He stepped into the house and was met with a peaceful quiet, but he could feel your presence. He was always acutely aware of your presence, and it was no different here. He knew you were at the House; Feyre had insisted you take a break, you had been working yourself ragged and everyone could see that it was waning on you, which is why you didn’t argue when she brought it up and Cassian whisked you up to the House of Wind.

The General was keenly aware that you were upset that him and Azriel had to leave for Windhaven for a few days and that she would be alone. After the second day at Devlon’s camp Azriel offered to oversee the training and checking in with the families. The Shadowsinger had smirked sensing Cassian’s eagerness to head back to Velaris, “Go home, Cas, wouldn’t want your Princess to be all alone in the big scary house.” Cassian had flicked him off and bolted home.

Shaking off his boots of the lingering snow he made his way to your favorite place of the house, the library. Fae lights illuminated the doorway and a small smile crept over features as reached the book infused room and leaned against the door frame. You were sitting on the couch with a nose stuck in a book not taking in his presence. Cassian took a moment to soak in your appearance, your hair was up in a messy bun, an oversized emerald sweater, that exposed your bare shoulder, dark leggings and fuzzy socks that Cassian got you for Solstice, knowing your love of being comfortable and cozy in the cold months.

For the first time he couldn’t remember you looked so relaxed and peaceful. In a flash your scent shifted into arousal, you were shifting in your seat and Cassian knew that you were reading one of those romance novels Nesta and the Valkyries are always gossiped about. He cleared his throat and Your head shot up at first with embarrassment than excitement at seeing the General. “Cas!” You gave him a bright smile and Cassian was grateful he was leaning as that smile made his knees weak. You put a bookmark in your book and raced to him and leapt in his arms.

Cassian wrapped his arms around your waist, “Hello Sweetheart.” Your stomach did a flip at him you always loved when he called you Sweetheart or Princess. You met his hazel eyes, “Are you enjoying the time off?”

He reluctantly set you down as you shrugged, “I mean, I’m sure at some point this week, I’m going to get extremely bored and read every book here.”

Cassian chuckled a draped an arm over her bare shoulder, heat rose in your cheeks from the contact. “Well let me know if you want any of my war tomes you can sift through. When you know you get tired of your smut.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, General.” You flicked his nose, and quickly, he began tickling you. The sound of your laughter was music to his ears. He tickled you until tears pricked your eyes, “Okay, Okay, I yield.” He stopped and your smile didn’t leave your face as he presses his forehead against yours. “I yield.”

There was a pregnant pause as the two were breathing heavily, Cassian pushed off you and you found yourself missing his warmth. “Tell me about your book.” He said plopping on the couch grabbing your book you were reading.

Your eyes widened, and your crawled on the couch trying to grab, it from him but his forearm sticks out to keep me from grabbing the book, “Cassian, give it back.”

You noticed that his nostrils flared, and he looked at you and back at work, “Well, Y/N, Aren’t you a naughty little thing?”

You sat back on you heals and cross your arms your face warming up and avoid his eye contact him, “Asshole.”

Cassian looked back at the book and then back at you, “Would you be willing to play a game with me?”

You turned back to face him, your brow quirked, “What kind of game?”

He grinned and handed you your book. “You just have to read for me.”

You grabbed the book and your brows furrowed, “How is that a game, Cassian?”

The General leaned against the couch his wings tucked comfortably, “Well, the game would be if you stumble over the words or lose your spot, you have to strip an article of clothing and start over.”

Your breath hitched, “What if I can read through a page with no issue?” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Then I have to take off an article of clothing.” Cassian saw the panic look on your face, “Princess, we don’t have to if you’re not interes- “

You moved to press a hand to his mouth practically straddling him to do so, his hands instinctively moved to your waist holding you in place, “It’s not that I’m not interested.” You slowly moved his hand from his mouth down his chest where one of his Siphons resided focusing on the red stone than his assessing gaze, “Just never thought you were.”

Cassian hummed in response, then raised his hand to the nape of her neck his callouses pressed against your skin as your eyes met. He moved his head towards yours and pressed his lips chastely to yours only to pull away, “Are we playing, Sweetheart?” You tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth as you nod. He grazes his thumbs on your bottom lip, “I need words.”

“Yes, General,” his growl of approval of his title reverberated against your hand splaying on his chest. “I want to play.”

He smirked, and whispered against the shell over her ear, “Then go sit with your back against the armrest,” he gave your ass a tap and released his other hand from your waist. You moved to the other end of the couch and your back was against the armrest.

Cassian stood, and stretched out his wings as the setting sun illuminated the warmth color and the membrane of his wings. You were enraptured with them, and you whispered, “Beautiful.”

The General turned to you and noticed how you were staring at his wings, “You’re drooling,” You snapped out of your stupor and opened your book. “Whenever you’re ready, Princess.”

You begin reading the passage you left off on before Cassian arrived. You were about halfway through the page when muscled hands began to massage your shoulders. You paused as his fingers eased the tension out of your neck and a moan escaped your lips. Cassian chuckled and his lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “That was definitely a pause, an article of clothing has to go.”

You sigh dramatically and peel off one of your socks and lean your head against his shoulder, “Socks count especially when you’re not playing fair.”

Cassian’s laugh warmed your skin, “Do you want me to stop?” He hit a point that was extremely tense, and another moan escaped your lips.

“No, I’m just pointing out you cheat at games.” You raise your head and begin to read from the page again. Cassian hand continues to massage your shoulders sand your neck and you managed to read a full page with no interruption. “I have read a whole page, General” You lean back again and face him. “Strip.”

Cassian’s hands left your shoulders, and he walked in front of you and removed the top of his leathers revealing his chiseled frame and his tattoos. You forced yourself to meet his gaze and there was mischief in his eyes. “Like what you see?”

You stick your tongue out at him and continue reading. Cassian stepped closer to you, and you stayed focused on the words. His fingers grazed up your legs and raised up to your thigh and grazes the apex of your thighs, “Cassian,” you whimper as you raise your hips to get more friction.

Cassian tsked, “I highly doubt that my name is in that book,” You lift your leg with the socked foot when he gently grips your ankle to stop you, “I pick this time.” He eyes your sweater, “Sweater. Off.”

The low register of his command sent warmth down your core, as he places your leg back down. “Yes, General.” You close your book and take off your sweater revealing that you were not wearing any band underneath. Your bare breast exposed and Cassian’s eyes darkened hazel barely peeking through his erection rubbing against his fighting leathers. “Cassian?” His eyes met yours. “I don’t want to play anymore.”

Disappointment flooded him. “Of course, we can stop.” He tapped your leg and gave you a small smile as he rose, “I’ll leave you to your book.”

You rolled your eyes and got up from the couch and gripped his wrist before he could leave, “Cassian,” He turned and before he had time to react gripped his head down and crashed his lips against yours. Cassian’s hands gripped your covered ass, and you moaned leaving your mouth open for him to slide his tongue.

Cassian growled, “I need you, Princess.” He pulls down your pants, your panties dragged down with them. He breaks away from you for a moment as he pulled his own pants down. Cassian gripped your bare hips and presses a bruising kiss on your mouth gripping both hands behind your thighs as he presses you up against the bookshelf. The tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

You two pull away for air, “Cassian,” You moan as he trails kisses down your neck. He places you down his cock entering and stretching you causing lewd noises to escape your lips your hands tangling in his hair. Cassian keeps you there letting you adjust as he slides a hand up your stomach and groping your breast.

“You are so perfect, Y/N,” Cassian murmured between kisses, and began to thrust inside her. The grip on his hair tightened as he began to get a rhythm. He pinched your nipple, and your moan was silenced by his lips molding to yours. He pressed his forehead against yours, “So. Fucking. Perfect.” Cassian said between thrust. “Open your eyes, Sweetheart” you didn’t realize that your eyes had closed until you opened them to meet his and he smiled accentuating his beauty. “There’s my pretty girl.”

His hand moves from your breast, and you bring down your hand to intertwine with his. He gave your hand a comforting squeeze as he picked up the pace, you watched his wings flare and with a free hand you touched the top part of his wing and he sputtered. “Keep doing that and this will be over before it’s even started.” You retracted your hand quickly and he chuckled kissing you, “Wing play will be a game for a different day.” He kissed you again, his thrust becoming more erratic.

“Oh Cassian,” Pleasure was building with every thrust sweat coating both of your bodies, and he slips his hand between your legs and pinches your clit as you scream as stars entering your vision as you reached your climax. Cassian meets you in stride as you whisper, “I love you,” you kiss his neck.

Cassian roars his siphons flaring to stop the books from hitting you both, with a shield as his cum coats your walls. There was a moment where the two of you didn’t move from that position until he lifted you off him. He still carried you, bridal style and moved you to the bedroom leaving the discarded clothes in the library. You tucked your head in the crook of his neck. When you both got to the hall he whispered, “Did you mean what you said?”

You lifted your head, “When I said what?”

Cassian reached his room, and he lowered you but kept his hand clasped in yours. “That you love me?” You met his gaze and there was fear in his eyes.

“Cas, I have loved you for years.” Cassian’s face lit up, “Of course I meant what I said.”

Cassian pulled you close, His wings cocooned us, “I love you too, Y/N.” His lips tenderly found yours as he held you like he could lose you at any moment.

Something in you snapped and you felt the shimmering gold bond connect between the two of you. You leaned your head against his chest, his arms rubbing your bare back, “Looks like the Cauldron and Mother approve.”

Cassian kissed the top of your head, “I guess so.” He pulls you away and cups your face, “Any chance you’ll read for me again?”

You giggle and turn your head to kiss his palm, “Anything for my Mate.”

Cassian’s wings flare out and he picks you up and takes you to bed where you stay for the rest of your time off, with your mate, your General.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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Can I ask for human teen! warrior reader who’s title is “scariest woman in the country/world”

She basically kills people who commit horrible crimes ex: abusers, people who killed for malicious reasons, etc. Like a Vigilante

They’re expecting a horrifying older woman but surprised to see a pissed off young teenager who goes the extra mile for justice.

-Tales told of a woman who was regarded as the Scariest in the World, one who carried out great acts of violence, but like others, the violence was never against the innocents, it was against those who would do them harm.

-Nobody knew the identity of this mystery woman, only that to many she was a hero, a vigilante, carrying out justice, while to her enemies, she was seen as not only a threat, but as a dark omen, as there would be no survivors, she wouldn’t leave any, showing no mercy, just as they had shown no mercy.

-Many believe she fell in her last raid, killing a whole organization, burning their headquarters down with her in it, to make sure she took every one of the bastards with her, because after that, she wouldn’t come to the aid, but due to her willingness to fight, others rose up, fighting back against their oppressors.

-Only very few in Valhalla knew of the identity of this mystery woman, and it wasn’t one they had been expecting, as the Valkyries all knew, as they had seen what she had been doing.

-You were only a teenager, a child in their eyes, fighting battles none should have to fight, and to see you so ruthless despite being so young, it was rather terrifying.

-You lived in peace in Valhalla, having no reason to fight, and so you lived happily, growing a large garden, playing with children, and just living life how you wanted to live when you were on earth.

-When you heard of the god’s decision to wipe out humanity, you felt an itch you hadn’t felt in a while and you immediately sought out the Valkyries, and told Brunnhilde that you were fighting, not giving her a chance to argue otherwise.

-You went first, as the gods picked a lower end god, just to test the waters of humanity, and you were going to show them that humanity wasn’t to be fucked with.

-As Heimdall spoke, the arena was alight with both curiosity and fear, as your legend was well known, “She is known as the Scariest Woman in the World- who made those who would do others harm tremble in fear- leaving no survivors- showing no mercy!! It’s Y/N!!”

-Jaws dropped and eyes shot out of everyone’s head as you walked out, seeing a teenager of all people, a hand on your hip and a scowl on your lips.

-Instantly the mood shifted, seeing that this wasn’t an older, vengeful woman, this was a teenager- one who was willing to fight for humanity, to fight for others, and it was terrifying how brutal you were.

-Zeus halted the fight, demanding to know why Brunnhilde was sending a child to fight, but you were the one to answer, “Adults didn’t fight when thousands were being tortured and slaughtered. You gods didn’t help when we begged for your help. I’m willing to fight- why couldn’t all of you?”

-Your words were brutally harsh, calling them out, and many were quick to anger, but they couldn’t bite back, as it was true, the gods hadn’t responded to humanity in who knows how many years.

-You puffed up your chest, continuing, “I fight because I know I can fight- I fight back against those who would do me harm, who would do others harm! And I will continue to fight as long as there is a threat, even ones that are easy to avoid!”

-You drew your weapon of choice, a pair of daggers, preparing to fight, showing your determination, your fire and your opponent, who was cocky, felt a unwavering sense of fear, he knew if he fought you, he would die, even if he was a god.

-Being called out like this by a child was pretty jarring and many gods were quick to side with you, agreeing with your words and way of thinking and soon many were requesting another vote, as they all realized they needed to be the gods they claim to be to humanity, their creations.

-You were a little bummed the fight was called off, as you had been feeling rather antsy, but you couldn’t help but smirk, seeing the gods getting their heads out of their asses.

-Your fellow human warriors were impressed, you won the tournament for humanity, and you didn’t even fight! They were quick to congratulate you, thanking you for your hard work.

-You then pouted lightly, looking a bit more your age, “I still wanted to fight though.” Lu Bu was quick to step forward, giving you a grin that would have normally scared others, but you weren’t bothered, offering to spar with you.

-The gods were also impressed with you, seeing your maturity and your willingness to fight for others. If the world had more people like you- it would be a way better place. It seemed they had their work cut out for them.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

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readychilledwine · 6 months

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The Craft

Summary - Nesta has always told you that magic works best when you're naked, and who were you to tell Nesta that's not exactly how things work?

Warning - NSFW, foursome, f on f sexual acts, oral, fingering, brief orgasm denial, scissoring/tribbing, voyeurism

A/N - Every so often, I write something that makes me have to take a cold shower. This is one of those times. Also, please note reader's protection of Gwyn while also allowing her to explore and play. It is probably my favorite aspect of this one. I think I caught all my errors, but you know, forgive me if I didn't.

"Nesta, that's not really how that works," You sat back in your office chair, eyes on the spell idea Nesta had. "I mean, yes sex magic can be used for manifestation of goals, but it doesn't require multiple people. It can be done through just masterbation."

She rolled her eyes slightly. "Well, we'd like you to lead us through it, and we both know magic works best when naked."

You put the paper down, looking at her with a serious expression, "Ness, we've talked about this."

"Oh, come on," Nesta sighed. She moved in front of you, spinning your chair so she could kneel between your legs and squeeze your thigh. "Please. It will be so much fun. We've wanted to have you lead us through something for a while, and Gwyn will not be involved if you aren't there. It's too dangerous." Nesta used her hands to make quotations over the last two words.

"Are we actually wanting this to work?"

Nesta nodded eagerly. "We really want these Pegasi."

"I'll need to adjust some things, and we should wait until a full moon. It's better for power amplification."

Nesta smiled, hugging you tightly. "So Hallows Eve?" You nodded. "Won't that be?"

"More dangerous? Potentially. You know we could just buy them, right?"

Nesta smirked. "I want Helion to spell blinded he gifts them to us."

You had spent the next two weeks preparing everything needed for the Valkyries. Now it was the night of, and you were cleansing the space to ensure everything would be safe.

Emerie was the first to come, dressed in a silky black robe with her long dark hair down. She squealed and hugged you, bouncing slightly with her excitement. "I'm so excited you agreed to come! I miss you! I never see you anymore. That jerk keeps you locked away all the time now."

You smiled softly, holding her elbows, and you two pulled away slightly, "I miss you too, Em. I'm sorry I've been so busy, but I'm on the brink of something really important to Rhys."

Emerie rose a brow at you, "So it has nothing to do with a budding romance you could spill all the juicy details for?"

"No, Em."

She sighed heavily walking towards the table you had set up of herbs and candles. "Are we going to get Gwyn her Pegasus tonight?"

You chuckled and went back to setting up the room. "I was told the goal was getting all 3 of you one. Had I known it was mainly Gwyn, I would have just told Az and Cassian to go talk to Helion and make him an offer."

"I do not think my mate could offer Helion what he wants without my permission." Nesta moved into the room, smiling as she took in what you had done. "This is so much better than I imagined."

You could count on a single hand the amount of times Nesta had worn her sandy blonde hair down, and it always took your breath away for a second. She was in the same silky black robe, only unlike Emerie, hers was tied loosely, leaving the top to give a constant peep at the soft exposed skin of her chest.

You refocused quickly, ignoring the growing excitement of what was coming. "Where is Gwyn? Is she actually okay with this?"

Ness and Emerie nodded. "She knows you will have done with in a way that respects her values and her devotion to the Mother," Nesta said plainly.

You looked at her. "I meant the sex part, Nesta."

Emerie nodded. "She's excited to have her first experience since the attack to be with 3 fae who love her. I figured I'd take Gwyn and you and Ness could-" She paused at the look on your face. "This isn't really a we get to pick thing, is it?"

"Not really," you said softly. "We won't lose so much control that it turns into us doing things we would not do with a clear mind." You placed the final candle and began moving the flowers throughout the room. "But this is going to turn into a slightly magic induced fog. It's similar to sex pollen."

A very soft "Oh," came from the doorway. Gwyn stood in her black robe, rocking back and forth.

You walked to her, taking her hand gently in your. "You don't have to touch us, we don't have to touch you. You can partake solo." She nodded, her shoulders relaxing. "You can start solo, then join as well once you are comfortable."

Gwyn looked up at you with those crystalline blue eyes, and you tucked her red hair behind her ear. "Do it for the pegasus," she said softly.

"Do it for you," Nesta corrected. Her and Emerie joined you and Gwyn. "Y/n built in a fail safe for you.

You handed her the potion bottle, "You throw it if you get uncomfortable, it will safely cancel everything out." Her soft hands held yours and she took a deep breath.

"I'm ready."

You stepped back as you finished incantation, protecting Gwyn slightly. As the magic had started setting in, it was clear to you Nesta would be the first to jump.

And you were not wrong. You gently sat Gwyn in a chair, ignoring your urge and the growing scent of her arousal as you two watched Nesta grab Emerie by her chin and start kissing her deeply.

The two were a mess of teeth, nipping lightly at each other's lips, tongues battling for dominance as they ripped each other's robes off and their hands began exploring.

Gwyn's breathing had picked up lightly and she shifted, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

Nesta's mouth began exploring every gorgeous tanned inch of Emerie's smooth skin, she pulled her dark hair, tilting her head back to give her access to more of Emerie's neck as she kissed and bit her way down, marking the illyrian female in the process. She took her time when she reached her breasts. Caressing each one in her hands as if they were the most precious thing she had held in her hands. She kissed each nipple before pulling the right one into her mouth.

Emerie moaned loudly, back arching into Nesta as her hands went into that soft sand blonde hair. You watched as Gwyn's breath hitched, her mouth parting slightly, and her eyes growing wide as her arousal grew. You leaned down to her ear, placing a small kiss below it and testing the waters, "Are you having fun my little nymph?" She nodded eagerly. "What would you like to do, Gwyn?"

"Touch me," she whispered breathlessly. "Please."

"Such a polite little thing," you stayed behind her. "Don't stop watching Nesta and Em." She nodded, breathing picking up again as you undid the tie on her robe. You brought the tie around the chair, and then her arms, binding her wrists behind her back. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," she almost whined. You watched Nesta from you lashes as you began kissing Gwyn's neck. She had moved down Emerie's body, now licking the flat plane of her abs and nipping at her ribs. Your hands dancing, along Gwyn's following that motion and making the redhead mewl softly.

Nesta's eyes darted over at the noise and grew darker at the sight of Gwyn with her hands behind her back and your fingers following the pathway of her mouth. "Look at our girl, Em," Ness instructed. "Look at how pretty our little Gwyn looks."

Em tilted her head, lust filled eyes locking into Gwyn's, "So pretty." Nesta hummed in approval, mouth lingering above the core of the female standing in front of her. "Ness, please."

You and Nesta held eye contact, and with a small nod, began your separate attacks. Emerie screamed when Nesta licked up her core, locking her clit in her mouth and began to suckle and eat her out as if this was her last meal.

At the same time, Gwyn cried to the Mother, your fingers pressing down on her clit, circling the bundle of nerves as you moaned at how wet she felt. She began to squirm slightly, panting heavily as you continued. You ran your fingers along her, gathering wetness before gently pushing one into her tight entrance. "Y/n! Oh gods," you smiled, tilting her head up to look at you as you began to fuck her soft walls curling that one finger up.

You knew immediately when you found it. Her mouth parted, forming a small "O" before a loud whimper and moan tore through her throat. "There it is," you added a second finger, massaging and thrusting them in and out, hitting that soft spot every time. Your thumb went to her bundle of nerves again, stroking it softly in time with your movements. "Doing such a good job, little nymph." She whimpered again at your praise. "Watch Nesta." You released her hair, second hand coming to play with her nipples and adding stimulation.

The room was mix of Em and Gwyn's moaning along with the sounds of wetness. "Please," Emerie whispered. "Nesta please!"

Lady Death smirked ferally, releasing Emerie's clit and slowing her fingers, "Please what, Em?"

The illyrian female whimpered back arched as she rolled her hips to get that friction back, riding Nesta's hand eagerly. "She needs to cum, Ness." You purred softly. "They both do." Gwyn's cunt clenched around your fingers at the sentence, a soft whine and nod coming from her. "What do you think, Ness? Should we let them? They've been such good girls."

Emerie whined at the praise this time and Nesta hummed. "No," she said. "Not yet." She pulled away from Emerie, and you kissed Gwyn's cheek softly before pulling away. "Where's the bottle, Gwyn?" You whispered softly to her alone.

"Robe pocket."

"Are you okay?" She nodded. "Do you want more?" She nodded eagerly again.

Nesta had gently brought Emerie to her knees, hand holding her hair as she walked her over to Gwyn and set her between her legs. You moved back behind Gwyn, holding her thighs open for Emerie and smiling at her. "I love when my pets play nicely," you watched as Nesta guided Emerie to Gwyn's soaked and waiting cunt before taking a spot behind her and fingering her again.

Gwyn's head fell back, her back arching as the sound of Emerie sucking on her cunt filled the room. "Uh-uh," you grabbed her hair gently, tilting her head back down, "be polite and maintain eye contact."

Gwyn couldn't help herself as she began to ride Emerie's face, slightly drooling as she lost herself in the new sensation and stimulation. Emerie reached behind her, grabbing the plush skin of Gwyn's ass and moaning as she began to control her hips movements.

You could have cum from the sight of this alone. Nesta holding Em in place, Gwyn with a red flush covering her chest as you pinched and played with her nipples and Emerie ate her out. "She's going to cum," you said softly. "Are you going to cum little angel? Soak Emerie's pretty face?" Gwyn nodded and moaned out Emerie's name. "Cum for us, baby."

Gwyn screamed, back arching off the chair and her legs locking behind Emerie to lock her in as she rode out her high. The faint sound of wetness increased and Emerie groaned loudly, diving in with even more energy as she lapped and drank everything Gwyn gave her.

You released her breasts, whispering and praising her through her high until her moans became soft whimpers and she released Emerie. Nesta pulled her back, gasping as she released Emerie was now soaked in Gwyn's essence and release. "Do you want to keep going," you kissed Gwyn's ear. "Or do you just want to watch?"

"More." You untied her hands, watching as Nesta lowered Em to the ground, licking her clean of the mess Gwyn had made.

"Help clean her," you commanded. "Such a messy girl." Gwyn crawled to her, licking up the juices she left on Emerie. You grabbed Nesta by her hair, making her moan loudly, and dragged her to Emerie's face. "Turn towards Gwyn and straddle our pretty bat." Nesta obeyed, placing her dripping core above Emerie's open mouth and waiting. "Little nymph, surely you learned what you need to give our girl?" She nodded, moving down so her face was at Emerie's core. Her blue eyes met your hazel ones, begging for approval, and you nodded at her, pushing Nesta down on Emerie at the same time. You sat in the chair, leaned forward with your elbows on your knees as you watched the three of them putting on a show just for you.

They were a mess of slick, sweat, and moans. Enjoying each other immensely as you smirked. Emerie was screaming under Nesta, coming quickly from the amount of stimulation she had received, and forcing Nesta over the edge with her. Nesta was off of her, pulling Gwyn up and allowing the two of them to begin to kiss and play with each other as she moved to you.

You moved the sweat soaked hair from her face. "Yes babygirl?" She pulled on your calves, begging you silently to come down to the floor. "Did you need something?"

"You," she begged. "Please."

You hummed, sitting on the floor in front of her. "Did you want me to fuck you, Ness?" She nodded eagerly, spreading her legs for you and laying back. "What a pretty cunt," you whispered and leaned forward to touch her soft folds. You pulled your fingers to your mouth, tasting her. You removed your own robe, wings flaring slightly behind you, before grabbing one of her long legs and placing it over your shoulder as you straddled the other one. You gently ground your core against hers, testing the waters and moaning as your clits made contact.

Nesta leaned up, watching as you did it again, sending electricity through both of you. You set a rhythmic pace, circling and rolling your hips against her, head thrown back in bliss as you two moaned in sync.

You could tell Nesta was close, and you were as well from watching everything and finally finding relief. Her nails had started digging into your hips, her back arching slightly. "Don't stop, don't stop." She was panting and begging, her eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck! Please! Gods please."

Your rhythm became slightly sloppy, breathy moans leaving you as your walls tightened around nothing. Nesta went first, coming at the same time another scream of pleasure came from Gwyn. The two of them falling into a loud harmony. You and Emerie fell over the edge next, you eyes rolling as you moaned and squeezed Nesta's thigh, soaking her cunt with yours.

You lowered her legs and leaned forward on your hands, watching as the spell candle went out on its own and feeling the slight haze it gave begin to fade.

The four of you laid down on the floor, all panting and breathing heavily. Gwyn snuggled into your side, head coming to rest on your shoulder as you stroked her hair. "I'm really proud of you, little nymph." Emerie quickly copied the sentiment, as did Nesta. "How are you feeling?"

Gwyn snuggled further into your shoulder, "Like I've earned a pegasus."

You smiled up at the ceiling, knowing that you had already made a deal with Helion to get your favorite valkyries the winged horses for Solstice long before Nesta had ever approached you with this idea. "I think you have as well, darling. We should close the circle and go eat."

Emerie moaned in agreement, "Azriel and Cassian were in charge of dinner tonight."

Nesta perked up at that, "Then we really have to go eat!"

You waited as they stood, leaving the room with their robes. "Gwyn," you said softly.

"Y/n?"

"I really am very proud of you. This was a scary situation you entered, and you did so well."

She smiled into your neck. "I enjoyed myself a lot."

"Good," you kissed her forehead, "That was my main goal. Go eat while I close this."

She stood, leaving you to your work room and close the circle. You felt your eyes glaze over, reaching Helion through the contact bond. Hello dove, he purred to you. How was your night?

Eventful. Are we still set for the pegasus exchange?

You heard him laugh in your mind. Of course, dear. I get to study your wings and have you, your little valkyrie get their mounts.

Perfect. Solstice, then?

Solstice, He agreed.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Competitive Advantage [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader x Thor] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: In the Avengers compound, Thor has turned his sights on you as his next conquest - but little does he know his brother harbours much a much deeper obsession. (w/c 4.5k) Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI! Language. Coercive behaviour. Smut. Thor is a bit of an arse.

‘All I’ll say is that for a Mid-Guardian woman she is...enticing’

‘for a Mid-Guardian woman??’ Thor brought his fingers to his forehead in a frustrated crest, ‘brother I have travelled all nine realms and bedded many maidens and I can tell you, with Borr as my witness, that is the finest piece of arse I have laid eyes on north of Muspelheim…’

Loki brought his towel to his face, wiping away ribbons of sweat that fell from his forehead as his brother kept talking. A little too loudly, as usual.

The gym at the Avengers compound was busy this morning. Clattering of knives and batons could be heard sharply over the smack of limbs as heroes and agents sparred together. He and Thor sat on a bench at the side of the arena, arms reddened with combat each resting on their knees as they caught their breath. Well..as Loki caught his breath.

‘...I mean really, brother, how can you look at her and not want to ride her into battle like a valiant steed? Norns, have you seen her fight? She is a Valkyrie reborn. Perhaps she is...it would explain a lot. Her arse, for one thing-’

‘Would you shut up about her arse?’, Loki snapped, rolling his eyes. It was embarrassing really, how crude he could be.

Loki raised his gaze as his brother, blessedly, closed his mouth for two seconds.

There you were, strong legs straddled around Clint Barton as you pinned him to the ground – his knife out of reach, defenceless under your tight control. Loki shivered. His eyes roamed your body as you elevated yourself from the man below, the curve of your legs and the toned muscles which pressed against your leggings as you rose threatened a groan from his throat as he swam in the stolen voyeurism where he could worship you safely. You pressed your fists to Clint in post-spar tradition, your bare midriff glistening with sweat...how he wanted to lick it off from your navel all the way up to your perfect brea-

‘...Brother.’

‘What?’ Loki turned to Thor, eyes blazing, his question delivered with a low tone of menace that threatened to betray the lust simmering below.

‘I was asking if you wanted to go another round, but I suspect that there may be another partner you have in mind now…’, his meaty elbow nudged Loki’s ribs with the subtlety of a bulldozer.

‘Don’t be absurd. You’re the one that’s obsessed with her arse’.

‘Indeed, brother. Although I am obsessed with a lot more than her arse. Her INCREDIBLE bosom for examp-’

In a flash, Loki’s forearm was at Thor’s throat, pinning him against the wall as he choked on his words beneath him, his eyes burning into the squirming god caught off guard.

‘Guys, no family drama in the gym...come on’, you said loudly as you sauntered over to pick up your water bottle, the scene unfolding before you, ‘take it outside, or to Asgard...not here please’.

You looked on, pleased with yourself, as the dark-haired god released his brother. Thor looked to you with jovial amusement as he rubbed his neck, his gaze drawing up and down your body, a wicked promise in his eyes which remained behind his lips.

‘How are you today, Agent Y/N?’ Loki said calmly, his demeanour a stark contrast from only moments ago as he had his brother in a vice which would have killed an ordinary man.

‘I’m well, thank you’, you replied warmly. The Asgardian duo had always remained on an outside circle to you, where you only observed them from afar. Social interactions were taken in snatches where you could, for one of them in particular whose attention you craved though you would never betray it. You turned with a small wave as you made your way back over to Clint, who would definitely be taking no prisoners for round two, feeling the weight of the gaze of a pair of eyes over your body like the musk of sweat in the air. You hoped it was him.

‘I think it’s high time we had some new sport, what say you Loki?’, Thor turned to his brother as he said it, looping his long hair behind his ear revealing a devilish smile.

‘Go on?’

‘Well, it seems increasingly obvious to me that we both have our interests set on Agent Y/N, so why don’t we make it a little more interesting. What say you?’

‘Brother, you still haven’t actually said anything’, Loki rolled his eyes defiantly as his stomach churned.

‘A competition!’, he exclaimed cheerfully, ‘the first one to bed her, wins’.

‘Don’t be absurd.’

Thor’s laugh echoed around the gym as Loki began packing his weapons into a kit bag.

‘You’re right Loki, it is absurd. How could you triumph in such a contest when I have the clear competitive advantage…’

Loki’s hands stilled as he processed the jibe, every pulse of blood warning him not to rise to it and yet thrusting him on, ‘competitive advantage?’ he sneered, ‘please tell me you’re not talking about your reputation for jackhammering across the nine realms, collecting the riddled notches on your bedpost’.

A thick hand landed on Loki’s shoulder as he focused his attention on fastening the bag zipper, hoping Thor would simply disappear.

‘No brother, although I’m sure she is aware of my legendary status as a lover. No, I am referring to the fact that I am worthy’, he paused...waiting for a reaction, ‘for surely if I am worthy to lift Mjölnir then I am worthy to lift her legs around my waist’,

Loki’s head whipped round to meet his brother’s eyes, the mirth in Thor’s met with steel malice as he considered the proposition.

‘Fine’, Loki spat as he stood abruptly. He looked up at where you circled Clint, your fists raised, your hair coming undone from the morning’s efforts, your eyes focused on your target as your mind searched keenly for his weakest point, ‘consider your challenge accepted’.

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The early afternoon sun blared through the glass in the empty compound kitchens as you counted spoons of protein powder that fell lacklustre into your sport bottle. Four, Five, Six

‘Thirsty, are we?’

You jumped, as the voice announced it’s owner behind you. You didn’t even have to look.

‘Hi Thor,’ you smiled as you spun the top on the bottle, ‘twice in one day, lucky me…’

‘Indeed, sweet Y/N. Lucky indeed. My, you do look ravishing today,’ you heard him inhale theatrically, ‘and pray what is that heavenly scent you’re wearing?’

You turned, taking in the bemusing sight before you as you stifled a laugh. He was leaning awkwardly against the refrigerator, his bulging arms crossed (was he flexing?) against the naked expanse of his chest, puffed out as he smirked. A pair of loose grey shorts hung low from his bare hips, revealing his taunt angular muscles as he looked at you keenly, awaiting your response.

‘I um...I haven’t actually showered yet since earlier so…’

‘Ah! Your natural scent, then. How delectable. My my, I can only imagine how good you must smell once you are well and truly dirty…’ his voice lowered as he stared you down, and you suddenly felt very underdressed...or overdressed...for whatever this was.

‘So what’s happening lately with the A-team?’, you cleared your throat, ‘have you guys got any big missions planned that you can tell me about?’ you began shaking your water bottle in your palm, dispersing the protein powder like you wanted to disperse with this conversation.

Silence rolled around you in the empty kitchen as you politely awaited his reply, realising far too late the association he was making with your provocative hand movements to what was tucked within those revealing shorts.

‘Agent Y/N, I must tell you something, ’ he strode across the kitchen, leaning one enormous, muscled arm against the cupboard over your head before you had a chance to think.

‘…I am...consumed...with thoughts of you. Your mortal body. Underneath my godly body. A union fit for the cosmos. Your perishable curves have pushed me to the edge of desire. We should be lovers. Allies...in fucking. Would you like that?’, a thin smile graced the corner of his mouth as his eyes bore down into you, willing you to concede. You couldn’t contain yourself.

Your hand shot up to your mouth as you began to laugh, the ridiculousness of the situation falling like a satellite from the sky. Confused, Thor took several steps back from you, checking behind him that no one had born witness to the scene.

‘I’m sorry’, you gasped between staggered breaths, ‘I just...’ and you collapsed in on yourself again, howling with painful laughter as he began to retreat.

‘This is ridiculous,’ he huffed as he made his way down the hall, spinning around in an attempt to extinguish the sounds of mirth which taunted him, ‘I am worthy...you know...’

Loki smirked as he heard your unmistakable peals of laughter ringing through the corridors, followed by his brother’s footsteps, heavy with rejection. Fool. How could he have thought that you would fall for the brash display of wanton brawn that he no doubt set out for you. But, Loki reminded himself, this all played to his advantage.

The truth was that Loki had been utterly infatuated with you for months, observing your patterns, interests and relationships around the compound as you went about your daily life as an Agent of Shield, his clandestine operation fuelling his fascination with you behind the curtain of apathy. All coolness played out towards you in daylight hours was made up for tenfold under cover of darkness, when his hands reached between his thighs for relief.

He had imagined you in boundless situations together, a collection of fictions in his mind that lived and breathed and sighed his name under the ministrations of his hands, his tongue, his cock, as desperate with need for him as he for you. In his fantasies, you would come to him by night, a pilgrimage to his rooms, where you would find the salvation you sought. He would absorb you, worshipping every part of you in the flesh as he did in his mind. Your honeyed words would drip out of you as he lapped at the font of your secret devotion for him, hidden all this time.

His thousand yard stare was broken by the sound of light footsteps approaching, right on time.

‘Loki!’ you exclaimed, ‘Jesus I can’t get rid of you two today...your brother isn’t here is he?’

You quickly checked your surroundings for any signs of your would-be suitor as Loki reclined casually on one of the large sofas within the common area of the compound, reading a book.

‘No, he is not’, he replied politely, ‘if he were, I would not be’.

Satisfied, you settled on the opposite sofa, setting your drink down on the table as you watched the infamous god of mischief thumbing over a page. An hour passed in peace as you closed your eyes, drinking in the sunlight streaming through the window, gloriously warming the surface of your skin.

‘You look like a goddess’, Loki murmured quietly, his words breaking the lengthy silent sea, barely distilling through your meditative state.

‘Hmm?’ you questioned, the words he spoke not bridging the gap to your brain currently occupied by delicious warm restfulness.

‘I said, you look like a goddess’, every word was calligraphy in deep velvet tones. You opened your eyes, locking immediately with the man across from you, staring at you inquisitively.

‘The light’, he gestured, ‘it glows on your skin just so…like a goddess, I would know’, a smile reaching his eyes. That was new.

As much as you had tried to deny it initially, your feelings for Loki had not gone away as the days and months ticked on from his arrival at the compound. His aloofness only served to make you more determined to uncover what lay beneath those layers of cool cynicism...and leather, and tight gym clothes.

He was a high-risk recruit, and not one which you had not been cleared to over-socialise with...so you kept your distance. You watched as he warmed to those around him, as he became accustomed to life in this new world. You made a note of the books he had read and made sure to read them too. Just in case. He liked reading. He liked a lot of things. You hoped he liked you.

When your days were done, your fingers found your way between your thighs and Loki was the only thought in your mind. Oh, the things he had done to you. His fingers had traced every line on your body, explored every crevice for points of pleasure that brought you to ecstasy under his touch. He loved the way you wound his long curls in your hands as he pleasured you, his face buried inside you as he delved to your very core with his tongue. He had taken you in every position, in every available surface of your rooms as you called his name and he yours, his perfect face contorted with the overwhelming passion he felt for you in those moments as you were one.

‘Y/N?’, his soft voice broke your daydream as you came back to reality, ‘Yes.’ you replied, too quick to be believable that you had absolutely not been in another world where he was desperate for your touch.

‘I’m leaving now’, he said soothingly, ‘but I very much enjoyed your company...’

Your heart fluttered at his words, your body responding with a flush of hormones straight to your loins as he gazed down at you from above, his eyes an untameable sea of emotions you were unable to read as he touched your hand lightly and drew it fluidly to his lips, your fingertips ghosting the object of your desire as he pressed them against you, moist from where he had recently licked them.

‘I’ll see you l-later?’, you stuttered, it came out as a question although you had not meant it so. Or had you?

‘Perhaps’, he purred, ‘I am always at your service, Lady’. He lowered your hand, and with a curt bow he moved gracefully towards the exit.

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You definitely needed that shower now. A cold one. It had been two hours since you finished sparring with Clint and you’d been awkwardly propositioned by one demi-god and given a primal hot flush by another, simply being his inimitable self. The door to your apartment clicked open and you headed straight to the bathroom, the promise of the cool stream of liquid pressure on your body calling you as you stripped from your tight clothes and stepped in to the tub.

Refreshed, you pottered around the apartment you called home at the compound, a thick white towel tucked around your frame as your damp hair brushed your shoulders, earlier events of the day feeling more like a dream with every moment that passed.

Knock Knock

You looked up from your laptop screen, confusion knitting your brow as you checked the time on your phone. You had nowhere to be, no emergency alerts from Fury. You made your way to the door, holding one hand to the towel concealing your modesty as it swung open before you.

Of course.

Thor leaned theatrically against your door-frame, one rippled arm extended above his head as he took up as much space as possible, looking down as his tousled blonde hair fell around his face. His eyes raised slowly to meet your stare of disbelief, ignorant to the effect his display was having on you.

‘Like what you see?’ his voice rumbled, saturated with the same misplaced confidence as the kitchen encounter,

‘I like that you’re wearing a t-shirt now’, you quipped casually as you glanced past him to check for witnesses, Thor’s eyebrows furrowed as his smile turned to a pout processing your words.

His suspicious eyes travelled the lines of your body, naked only for the towel that encased you. Your bare face framed by your wet hair, traces of moisture still clinging to your collarbone as he stared at you hungrily, ‘Norns, you are Rán personified’, he mumbled lustily, ‘goddess of the sea...she had nine children, you know’, he winked.

You stared at him, arms folded, your voice not betraying the pounding of your heart beneath the Egyptian cotton.

‘You’re the second person to call me a goddess today’, you quipped, ‘so I must be doing something right’.

Thor’s arm slid from above him through his hair, curiosity flaring in his gaze, ‘the second?’ his eyes flickered towards the bicep now bulging to his side, willing your gaze to fall upon it in awe.

‘Y/N, I understand that my revelation earlier may have come as a shock to your mortal mind...it is not every day that a figure of legend expresses his wish to bed you and so I am willing to offer you another opportunity…’ he trailed off as his thick hands found their way to his hips pointing towards where his, surely enormous, cock sat concealed, squarely posturing his triangular frame in your field of vision. Impossible to ignore.

‘To fuck you?’, you stated. This was becoming too much and your patience was wearing thin.

‘I wouldn’t have put it quite like that but, yes, if you wish…’, his eyebrows raised as a smug smile danced at his lips.

You cleared your throat, ‘as flattered as I am, son of Odin, I have to decline your offer’ you spoke purposefully, watching the muscles in his face morph from expectation to bemusement with each syllable passing your lips.

‘Y/N I don’t think you understand the honour I am bestowing upon you-’

Without another word, you closed the door.

This was bad. You paced the floor as you pondered your limited options, willing that your pursuer had the sense to leave the situation as it stood. Blessedly, no further protests came from beyond the door that separated you from him, as thoughts of Loki raced through your mind, unbidden.

Surely, he would be able to call his brother off? They were not the closest of kin but his word would likely hold more weight, and believability, than yours. Your mind flashed back to the scene of Loki with his muscled forearm pinning Thor against the wall this very morning, your pussy clenching as you remembered the fire in his eyes in response to the unknown misdemeanour his brother had inflicted. Loki’s words earlier today floated through your memories like pollen, ‘I am always at your service, Lady’, his well-timed promise the final nail in your resolve.

You pressed your ear against the door, satisfying yourself that you could open it without another unwelcome encounter. Hurriedly you scampered down the hall, your bare feet cool against the linoleum floor as you made your way to the apartment you had only fantasised about as you passed it each morning. You knocked gingerly at the door, praying that he was inside.

The door opened almost immediately, revealing the god of mischief looking at you with a perplexed amusement on his angled features. His gaze drew down your body briefly as he straightened, his eyes quickly returning to yours, ‘you are aware that you are wearing only a towel, Agent?’

Oh god.

‘I’m sorry,’ you stuttered, embarrassment soaking through your consciousness like liquor, ‘I needed to see you, I forgot…’, you trailed off as he ushered you inside his rooms, the mischievous glint in his eyes now laced with concern.

‘Tell me’, he stated regally as you paced the floor, not knowing how to begin.

You recounted your meetings with Thor that day to him, as he ran his hands through his hair concealing a smile.

‘I don’t think it’s that funny, actually’, you huffed as his grin finally broke across his face, ‘he’s after me like a horny dog...it’s Thor...what the hell am I supposed to do?’

Loki crossed his arms, resting one long finger on his chin as he pondered your words, ‘have you considered conceding to his request?’ he asked, smoulderingly, ‘you may enjoy it’.

You rolled your eyes as you absorbed his words, how foolish you were to have thought he could help. That he would help. He didn’t care about you, they were as bad as each other. Your heart dropped at the revelation, the object of your desire unknowingly pushing you into the arms of his brother. His rival. You seethed.

‘I can categorically tell you I would not enjoy it. You of all people should understand that…’ you drew yourself up to full height, stoically tightening the fit of your towel as you held your head high, ready to make your defiant exit.

‘Y/N…’ his voice cooed gently, ‘sit down’, he patted the sofa next to where he had planted himself during your display of resolve. You eyed him suspiciously as he gazed at you, no trace of haughtiness in his eyes now.

‘Please?’, he murmured. Your resolve melted.

Cautiously you sat on the opposite side of the sofa to the handsomest man you had ever seen in your life, the one whose voice made you wet with desire, the luxe furnishings he had conjured for himself a stark contrast to the ridiculousness of your appearance. You felt the luxurious fabric beneath you graze against your wetness as you settled, the length of your towel not conducive to the new position you found yourself in. Lord, you hoped you wouldn’t leave a mark.

He cleared his throat.

‘Y/N, my brother is an arrogant oaf, that you know I am sure’, you nodded at his words, ‘however there is another reason for his particularly boorish behaviour today, for which I apologise for my part in it…’

‘Go on…’ your heart quickened, a fizz of anticipation building in your stomach as he spoke.

‘This morning my brother revealed his...intentions...to me regarding you. In his mind, it became a competition of sorts between us, one which he was confident that he would emerge victorious, and I fear my actions only spurred him on...’, Loki looked up at you from hooded eyes, unspoken words clouding them as you drank in his gaze.

‘A competition?’ you repeated...the connotations ticking through your mind,

‘Yes, Y/N, and for that I am sorry...you do not deserve to be treated as such’, his lowered voice tinged with reverence made your pussy throb with need.

Words formed on your lips before you had a chance to vet them, dripping out of you like the wetness forming on your intimate folds, ‘but...you didn’t compete’, you turned to him – noting his pupils that were widened as he leant towards you, the space between you shortening as you felt your breath become heavy.

‘Didn’t I?’ he purred darkly, ‘...you’re here aren’t you?’

Your head spun. You could feel your hips beginning to squirm minutely beneath you as your pussy keened for attention, the weight of his words only adding to the melody of his breath in your ear, thick with innuendo you wanted to rut yourself upon.

‘Loki, I have to tell you something…’ you started, turning to him as he closed the space between you. His lips moulded to yours as he encased your cheek in one of his slender hands, the other making its way to your waist as you gasped into his kiss. His tongue breached your mouth with ease, twisting around yours with needful passion held back by careful restraint as he measured your response.

He withdrew, his eyes fluttering open to assess the situation. Your eyes were closed, a dreamlike expression on your face as you registered the absence of his touch, a slight frown ghosting across your forehead.

‘Y/N…’ he whispered seductively as you opened your eyes, ‘I too wish to bed you, but for reasons quite different from my brother’, he re-considered his words... ‘somewhat...different to my brother..’

You looked at him with disbelief, was this happening? Were you about to wake up alone, a hot, sweat-ridden mess tangled in your sheets?

‘I have admired you from afar for many months, although I admit it was the gauntlet thrown down by Thor this morning that spurred on my resolve to test your feelings for me, to see if there was a chance that you could feel the same…’, his fingers traced up your thigh as he said it, his light touch making you shiver as you slid your legs wider apart, involuntarily,

‘...and from your actions just now, it seems I may have arisen victorious from our little bet…’, his eyes flashed as he crashed into you, pressing you to the sofa as his lips ravaged you with finesse.

You moaned wantonly as he moved his attention to your neck, sucking the delicate exposed skin to mark you as his prize, the cock you had dreamed of so vividly in your fantasies hardening against your naked thigh through his sweatpants. One of his hands slid down your chest, pulling your towel aside as it went, gracefully sliding down your body.

Two fingers brushed through your folds, your desire evident as his eyes lit up at the feeling, ‘darling you are absolutely soaking,’ he moaned in your ear, his hot breath igniting every nerve in your body, ‘...so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you’, you groaned as his fingers slid inside you – gasping as they curled against your clenching walls, ready for everything he had to give you.

‘I’ve thought about this a lot, Loki’, you sighed against him as he manipulated your body to his will, your senses coming undone as reality fell away around you, ‘I’ve felt the same way about you...all this time--’, a low moan escaped you as he began to thumb your clit in slow circles, observing the woman he worshipped beneath him, writhing under his touch – finally.

‘Mmm,’ Loki murmured as his seidr glowed, his clothes disappearing in a shimmer of green as your eyes widened at the sight of his chiselled body coming into view, his long cock pressing against your skin tantalisingly as your hips keening into his fingers massaged it against your naked thigh with every thrust,

‘well then,’ he growled, the lust in his voice breaking as he lowered his face between your legs, ‘it seems it was I who had the competitive advantage after all...’

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starlightandsouls · 1 year

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Wildest Dreams

Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of death, burning, captivity

A/N: Hii everyone. I know I've been off the grid lately but I have been so swamped with work that the only free time I've been getting is used up for getting some sleep in. I managed to come up with a short one shot so I hope you guys like it

Reader POV...

The screaming did not stop. Even as the bodies around you fell, as the rivers of blood flowed until the ground below you was crimson... it did not stop. No one had any sense of when the battle had started or when it would end. Everyone fought to survive. Slashing whatever was in front of you and moving on. Cut. Dive. Stab. Repeat. The same mantra had been rushing through your mind since the battle had started. Well... that and one other thing. The Shadowsinger. Azriel.

Realistically, you knew that the Illyrian had much more battle experience than you and was more capable of holding his own than you would ever be. But still... deep down the anxiety over his safety had been gnawing away at your heart until it was a torn, ragged thing. You had tried keeping Azriel in your line of sight, always staying close to him despite how difficult it proved to be with him leading the aerial legions. However one of the enemy’s soldiers had slammed you to the ground, knocking the air from your limbs. You had eventually disposed of the bastard but when you rose, Azriel was nowhere to be seen. Instantly panic overtook your mind. Cassian and Azriel would probably both kick your ass if they knew you were this distracted on the battle field. But what could you do? The heart was a fickle, fickle thing.

Taking in your surroundings, you saw Nesta leading the Valkyries alongside Gwyn and Emerie. Any pride that you would have had for your sworn sisters was overtaken by your fear for your love. A love that was not yours. A love that you had sworn you would reveal to your beloved if the two of you survived this accursed battle. Although the chances of that were decreasing as each second passed.

You had just knocked out another soldier when a pain like no other overtook you. Grasping at your heart, you fell to your knees. Agony tore through you, overtaking your senses.

Azriel. Azriel. Azriel

Gazing up at the sky, the sight caused a piercing scream to escape you. Azriel, with his chest littered with arrows, fell from the sky. His wings resembled moth eaten cloth as they flapped weakly in the air. He was gone. Despite being on the other side of the field, despite the sky separating the two of you... you knew that he was gone. You could see it in the way he fell, so freely, his wings making no attempt to pull him up. You could see it in the way, for the first time in his life, he was wasn’t swathed in his shadows. You could see it in the way his glorious chest, laden with swirls of ink that told his tale, stilled and rose no more for breath.

Losing all sense of your surroundings, you screamed and screamed, at the unfairness of it all. What had you done to deserve this? The Mother couldn’t be this cruel, she couldn’t take away your love without ever giving you the chance to cherish it. The world fell away as you ran to him. Everything became blurry as you reached his broken body. You buried your face in his onyx hair his night chilled scent fading with each passing moment. The last thing you remembered was beating against his chest, begging him to come back to you, before darkness overtook you.

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The scene shifted, from the stricken battle field to the cell of darkness. The air hung heavy with the wafting smell of blood and rot. There were no windows to let in any light or air. The absolute darkness of the cell was so suffocating that it felt like your lungs were constricting in on themselves. You reached out blindly, trying to grasp at anything to give you direction.

A low whimper broke the veil of silence in the dungeon. Turning towards the sound, you spotted a little boy, not older than ten. Alone he sat in the dark, knees pulled up with his tiny wrapped around his head as if shutting something out. Your heart broke at the thought of such an innocent child being left alone in a place like this. You tried to move towards him but found yourself stuck, your feet moulding themselves to the ground, freezing you in place.

The little boy looked up, looking past you at the locked door behind. A gasp escaped you at the despair on his face. Those eyes... those honey coloured whose sight always comforted you, the same eyes who looked at you with such pride and adoration whenever you bested him in a sparring match... Azriel.

Before you could do or say anything, the door behind you was slammed open. Two slightly older boys made their way in and locked the door behind them, moving towards Azriel. They were much taller than him and healthier too. So one of them easily grabbed Azriel and slammed him against the wall. Little Azriel tried to struggle as they tied his hands above his head.

“Stop moving, vermin. We’re just doing an experiment,” one of the boys spat out as he tied the rope tighter and tighter around Az’s little wrists.

Your heart rose to your throat as the scene before you began to resemble a horrific, horrific story that you had heard. The story of your beloved.

They procured a bottle from their pockets and poured a thick, slimy substance from it on Azriel’s hands. Oil. One of them lit a match against the wall and before you knew how to react, they lit Azriel’s hands on fire.

The screams that erupted from little Azriel would haunt you for the rest of your life. The agony that ripped him apart from the inside as the fire ate away at his hands... was not something you would ever be able to imagine. Still frozen in place, you were unable to help or stop what was happening. It was if you were stuck in a glass cage, banging against the walls, unable to break free, forced to watch as the world repeatedly tore your lover apart.

Azriel. Azriel. Azriel. No. No.

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Azriel POV...

The trip to the Winter Court always exhausted him more than any other. Flying over the icy tundra left his wings sore for weeks afterwards. Now, as he landed back at the House of Wind, he wanted nothing more than to collapse in his bed. And maybe stay there for a day or two.

He had just reached his door when a scream sounded from down the hall. From your room. Instantly any exhaustion he might have been feeling fell away as his mind became alert. Running to your room, he took out Truth Teller, already planning all the ways he would torture whoever had dared to attack you in the dead of night, like a coward. While you were unaware of the love he held for you, it did not stop the protective instincts of his heart kicking in that irrationally told him to protect you like you were his.

Slamming the door open, he scanned the room for the intruder but shockingly found it empty. The windows, the door were all shut as they should be and his shadows reported that no one was in the immediate surroundings of the room also. However he soon found out the source of your distress as he turned to your bed and found you twisting and turning, writhing in your sheets as tears made their way down your face. A nightmare.

He put Truth Teller away as he made his way to your bed. He shook you by the shoulders, trying to force you awake. But whatever nightmare you were having, refused to let you out of its clutches as you continued to cry in your sleep. Finally, he yelled out your name and shook you with such force that you woke with a fright.

Your eyes were frantic as they took in your room, your body still wracked with sobs.

“Hey, you’re alright. You’re safe,” he whispered, not wanting to startle you too much now that you were awake.

It was as if hearing his voice broke you out of a trance. Your eyes cleared and a cry of anguish escaped you as you threw your arms around him.

“Az. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t go,” you cried against his neck.

He was frozen in place. Hesitantly he put his arm around your waist. Azriel knew that you were distressed at the moment. He knew that he had to think straight, that he couldn’t let himself cross any boundaries.

You, on the other hand, remained adamant on not letting him go. Your grip around his neck only tightened as you buried yourself closer and closer. Azriel’s breath caught in his chest at you being so close to him. He knew that it was wrong, that he should prioritise your well being... but he couldn’t remember the last time he had held someone like this.

Lost in his thoughts, Azriel didn’t realise the panic that overtook you as his chest stilled.

“No. No. Azriel. Please don’t go. I love you so much. I’ll do anything, just please don’t leave me.”

The flurry of emotions in Azriel’s mind stilled at your confession. In that moment, Azriel felt a bridge of pure light extend from his heart to yours, binding their souls together.

Mate.

The revelation would have been enough to bring him to his knees had he been standing. You were his mate. This amazing, brilliant angel of a woman was his mate.

The bond, now glowing ethereally between the two of you, allowed him raw, unfiltered access to your emotions right now. And that was what pulled him out of his reverie. There would be time for all this later. Right now, his mate was upset. And that just wouldn’t do.

“Hey, hey. Darling, look at me. I need you to take a breath alright?” he asked, putting your hand against his heart, “Do you feel that? Breathe with me darling. In and out. You can do it.”

You tried to mimic his breathing but every time you tried, a new spell of tears would overtake you. This wasn’t working. So Azriel got up and sat against the head board, laying you across his chest, and pulled his wings around the two of them.

As his shadows swirled through your hair and arms, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, always making sure your head lay on his beating heart, trying to ease whatever terror was consuming you,

“You’re alright, darling. I’m here. Nothing is going to hurt you. I’m right here.”

You shook your head, sobs now reduced to slow tears and hiccups,

“It’s not me. You... they were hurting you. And I couldn’t save you. I love you so much Azriel. And I didn’t even tell you... and I... I can’t lose you,” you managed to get out in between hiccups. Only the Mother knows how Azriel was able to maintain his resolve, how he managed to blink away tears of his own,

“Well... I’m here now, little love. And I promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay by your side for as long as you want.”

You managed to give him a whisper of a smile, before burying yourself in his chest, bundling his shirt in your arms as you took in his scent. Azriel glanced up at the ceiling as he tried to hold back tears of his own. You loved him. You loved him. Loved him enough to be terrified of losing him. Azriel had never known what it felt like to be wanted, really wanted. It was always the other way around. It was always Azriel being a fool, handing out his heart to people who would never return his feelings. And it always ended with Azriel, alone, in the dark, holding the pieces of his shattered heart. But now... it had all changed. You loved him. Him.

After a while, your tears stopped but you were still shaking. Despite everything, Azriel slowly moved forward and placed a small kiss against your head. He instantly moved away, cringing at his foolishness but you leaned further into his touch.

“Do you want to go back to sleep, love?” he asked, knowing you would be exhausted. But when you immediately shook your head, Azriel began to think of other ways to calm you. After a moment of silence he asked,

“Will you dance with me?”

The randomness of the question made you look up, a confused furrow on your brow,

“What?”

“Do you want to dance with me,” he repeated. A small smile lit up your face and when you nodded your yes, he picked you up bridal style before setting you down on the floor, in front of your window.

You put both your hands around his neck and leaned against his chest. He wrapped both his hands around your waist and the two of you swayed in the room, swathed in moonlight and shadows. Out of nowhere, he asked,

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

“It was at the Winter Solstice ball,” you replied.

“Mhmm. I saw you talking to Feyre, looking as beautiful as ever in your grey dress. And I knew then that I had to dance with you at least once.”

You laughed against him and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“God, that night was so bad. I stepped on your toes all night,” you remarked, the heaviness of your voice slowly leaving.

“Oh definitely. My feet were sore for weeks afterwards. I couldn’t even train for a few days.”

Your cry of outrage was music to his ears as you elbowed him the gut,

“Asshole.”

To emphasise your point you stepped on both his feet, causing the two of you to laugh. Arms wrapped around each other, Azriel moved for the two of you as you continued to stand on his feet. The sight was comical. You standing on your Shadowsinger’s feet as he waddled around the room with the two of you. Soon, the room was filled with laughter and cries of joy as Azriel circled the two of you around the room.

“I love you, little love. And I’m never going to leave,” Azriel whispered to you as you and your lover continued to dance long into the night.

#azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel imagine #acotar hc #acotar headcanon #azriel headcanon #azriel headcanons #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel fanfic

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howlingday · 12 days

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RWBY Tomboys

True Tomboy - Reese Chloris

Athletic, likes sports/skating, works out

"Long hair is such a pain in the ass"

Truly one of the bros, except for biological features

Possibly wlw (If has 3 flannels, then yes)

Tomboy Dayjob - Nora Valkyrie

Tomboy by day, Hella girly by night

Room is frilly and pink and filled with Disney/Ghibli/Sanrio merch

Behaves like a tomboy, dresses like a tomboy, but her interests betray her looks

Non-sweaty gamer

NEET Tomgoblin - Ilia Amitola

Sweaty gamer

Lurks in discords/imageboards, probably groomed in one without knowing tbh

Potent scent (stinky)

Messy room, grungly goblin cave

Doesn't go out, has no interest in fashion, thus making her a tomboy by default

Feral Tomcreature - Yang Xiao Long

Can be found collecting bugs and/or other animals as pets

Touches grass, probably too much

Has other niche hobbies, like knife collecting

Gets way too excited when talking about certain lore (true crime/ animals)

Will fight you, Destroys other girls in combat

Domesticated Tomboy - Blake Belladonna

Formerly a feral tomcreature

Domesticated by society/self-realizations

Very girly, womanly vibes are especially potent

Well-groomed and clean

Certain interests and objects will awaken sealed tomboy underneath

Will occasionally and unconsciously sit like a dude (dead give-away)

Rebel Tomboy (w/ mental issues DLC) - Raven Branwen

Extreme loner/attached to the wrong crowd

Smokes/Vapes, High chance of drinking, too

Listens to Mr. Kitty After Dark on repeat (doomer playlist)

Family Issues

Undiagnosed ADHD

"It is what it is"

Cares about fashion, but only the goth/grunge side

Femcel Tomling - Ruby Rose

Self-aware, self-doubting, anxiety ridden tomboy

Likely owns firearms or some other forms of weaponry

Higher than average chance to shoot up a dust shop

Physical manifestation of crackpot conspiracies/government theories

Sad girl

YOU CANNOT FIX HER

The Tomelder - Summer Rose

Rarest tomboy phenotype

Grown woman who has clung to her tomboy past, evolving into the tomelder

Very chill, free-spirited, zero filter, will speak her mind on whatever

Your friends have a crush on her

Mommy energy conflicts with tomboy energy, creating a strange phenomenon

#rwby #basedbinkie #reese chloris #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #summer rose #raven branwen #ilia amitola

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Since Halloweekend is not book-specific, we thought it best to provide links to the game assets of all Romance Club books.

Disclaimer: The Romance Club Appreciation Weeks team are not the owners of these resources, full credit goes to the Malbgt group on Telegram

🔥 Кali: Flame of Samsara 🌓 W: Time Catcher ☠️ Love, Sin, and Evil 🔪 Chasing You 2 🌙 Song of the Red Nile 👾 Elite TAG ⛓ Heaven's Secret 2 🐪 The Desert Rose 💍 The One 🧬 Psi ♟ Vying for Versailles ⚓️ Hell and High Water 🕰 Theodora 🌺 The Flower from Tiamat's Fire 🕌 Кali: Call of Darkness 👑 Heart of Trespia 🦾Gladiator Chronicles 🎪 Arcanum ⛸ On Thin Ice 🕯Sins of London 👠 Sophie's Ten Wishes 🔱 Rage of the Titans 🗡 Path of the Valkyrie ✨ Love from the Stars 🦇 Dracula: a Love Story 🦊 Legend of the Willow 🔎 Chasing You 1 ☁️ Heaven's Secret 1 💃🏼 Seduced by the Rhythm 🌊 Wave Patrol 🎭 Shadows of Saintfour 👰🏻‍♀️ Queen in 30 Days 🎬 My Hollywood Story 🩸Moonborn ⛵️Sails in the Fog

Events (in Russian) - Soundtracks

And this time, we have also compiled some additional assets from various RC fans (BeautifulCome, brsv_rmnc, cr.nana, Crystalr_Lian, malbgt, Reimbr, and Xorrrerty). If you use any of these, please remember to credit the creators!

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Metamorphosis

Rating: G Pairing: Elucien Word count: ~2,000 TWs: None Summary: How a butterfly and some reference books led Elain to reconsider the mate she'd been trying so hard to ignore.

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He’d sent her books.

Elain thought it a strange change of strategy at first, until she realized he’d sent books to Feyre as well, tomes on Prythian art history. He’d even sent Nesta a slender copy of a volume on Valkyrie battle strategies. It seemed he had a surplus of books in his new home in the Day Court, where he now resided full time.

Feyre had not given her the details on that particular bout of drama, and Elain had refused to show any interest in the matter, even though it was exactly the sort of gossip she would’ve devoured in her old life. Spite won out against curiosity, but only just.

She’d accepted the books from Feyre without reading the titles and dropped them onto a shelf in her closet–atop the brown jacket whose pockets held enchanted gloves and pearl earrings. Despite her best efforts to glean no information from his latest gifts, she’d not been able to miss the elegant depiction of a butterfly etched into the top book’s cover. That drawing had tickled the dark corner of her mind that wondered about him, wondered what about these particular books had reminded him of her.

He thinks I am simple, she decided, that all I see are pretty flowers, and that I know nothing of their inner workings. He thinks I should learn about butterflies because I don’t know anything about them already.

In the spring, that butterfly resurfaced in her thoughts, when one wholly unlike any she’d seen before floated through her garden. She watched it flit on orange and black wings over rose bushes and between stalks of lavender. It drifted like a leaf on the river, never once landing before it dove behind a hedge and out of sight. Beautiful as Elain’s garden was, it did not offer whatever that butterfly sought, and watching it wander fruitlessly had sent a spear of longing through her chest: longing to provide, to nurture. To be useful in the one domain she was allowed to control.

She hoped the butterfly would return and give her garden another chance; but first, she had to learn what it needed.

That night, Elain peered into her closet. The butterfly book sat on top of The Classification of Soils and A Botanist’s Guide to the Night Court, Volume 1. Carefully, she slid Lepidoptera of the Solar Courts off of the stack.

Thankfully, there were illustrations. She didn’t let herself stop to skim any of the words as she flipped through the pages until she found one that looked promising. The illustrations were not colored, but the black lines and white spots along the wings’ edges matched quite well with what she could recall of her garden visitor. The word Monarch sat in bold script above the illustration, with a descriptive paragraph on the opposite page.

A brush-footed butterfly, orange with black veining, white spots along the edge of the wings, white spots on black body. The black veins on the female will–

Elain blinked and shook her head. She couldn’t read the whole page. That set a dangerous precedent to the book being interesting–it was intolerable enough that it be useful. She instead set to scanning the page for anything about eggs or caterpillars. Luckily, in addition to providing illustrations, the book’s author was also concise.

Host plants are any milkweed varieties native to the solar courts. Females lay eggs on the underside of the milkweed leaf, and larvae feed exclusively on the milkweed until the fifth instar. Larvae prefer to pupate as far from the host plant as possible. Chrysalis is a bright green with gold–

Elain slammed the book shut. She didn’t need to read about the chrysalis. She’d see it for herself. She only needed to find a milkweed plant that was native to the solar courts.

Her gaze drifted to the other books, where A Botanist’s Guide to the Night Court, Volume 1 sat with the silver foiling of its spine shining in the faelights’ glow. Taunting her.

Scowling, Elain stood and placed Lepidoptera of the Solar Courts on her bedside table. As she blew out a long breath, she willed the tension from her shoulders and picked up the other book. Lucien Vanserra could win, just this once. It’s not as though she had to tell him about it.

—

Those varieties of milkweed had turned out to be rather difficult to acquire. Her supplier in Velaris had few seeds and even fewer plants available. Elain cleared out their stock, much to the nursery owner’s surprise. Milkweed was highly uncommon in Velaris gardens, being considered, as its name implied, a weed. But he assured her that she’d have no trouble sowing more seeds come autumn.

As soon as she returned to the river house, she put the three plants in the ground. Two specimens had tall, gangly stalks topped by clusters of pink flowers, while the third was smaller with thin leaves and had not yet begun to bloom. Only an hour after planting, Elain was rewarded with the return of her orange-and-black visitor, who floated directly to the leaves beneath the pink blossoms.

Elain’s fae eyes found the eggs right away, dotting the undersides of the leaves like tiny pearls. Every day, sometimes every few hours, she bent over the plants until her hair nestled in the dirt to peer at those little eggs. At last, she ventured out to the garden one morning to find holes in the leaves where the eggs had been, and dozens of larvae the width of her smallest fingernail and half as long.

She tried to focus on other tasks throughout the garden, to stop herself from spending all her time worrying over the caterpillars; but it was summer, and there were only so many deadheads to prune, only so many leaves to sweep from the stone steps. Some days, when the river house was silent and there was nothing left to water, Elain allowed herself to lay on her stomach on the grass, her chin upon her hands, and watch the caterpillars nibble and creep, allowed herself to feel that swell of pride–that these creatures might not have found a home if not for her.

She did not allow herself that faint flutter of affection, stirring in the pit of her stomach, for the one who’d gifted her the knowledge she’d needed. She stamped it down whenever it threatened.

He couldn’t have known about that butterfly whose name she’d wanted to learn. He couldn’t have known how bugs like that made a garden, gave it blood and breath, just as surely as the soil. That they elevated the flowers to a purpose beyond beauty.

He could not have known, she insisted to herself, even on that day she spotted him on the other side of the windows of Feyre’s solarium. He did not look out to the garden even once as he spoke to her sister, but she knew that golden eye of his saw too much. Could it see even down to the fat, wriggling buds of life on the leaves before her?

It didn’t matter. As long as they were bound to the plants she’d planted, these caterpillars were hers alone. She could claim that much, at least.

As much as she could claim anything in this court.

—

Elain glared at the new plant in its makeshift paper pot, two vines adorned with broad, heart-shaped leaves winding around a wooden post.

It was a clever ploy. Gloves and pearls could be stashed away; gardening books, begrudgingly used before they, too, were shoved into the darkest corner of her closet. But a plant was alive, a gift that she could not, in good conscience, condemn to death by neglect.

Worst of all, it was a climbing vine, and damned if Elain hadn’t been looking for something to train on the garden’s eastern fence.

A tag sticking out of the soil read, Wooly Pipevine. A smaller tag, written in a different, elegant script, stated, host plant to swallowtail butterflies.

Elain folded her arms across her chest and huffed out a sharp breath through her nose.

Beside her, Feyre shifted on her feet. “Do you want me to get rid of it?” Ironic, as she’d been the one to accept it, the one who’d let that red-haired menace into this house to begin with.

“That won’t be necessary.” Elain bent to wrap her arms around the paper pot and, without a glance back at her sister, marched outside.

She grumbled to herself on the arrogance of the fae as she paced the length of the fence in search of a suitable spot. She grumbled more as she dug a hole, as she tossed in fertilizer and packed down the dirt with more force than was necessary. And standing back to observe her work, she grumbled still, on the choice of pipevine, of all things.

“They don’t even have pretty flowers!” she pouted to the plant in question.

Yet there it was again, that flutter of delight trapped inside her ribs; much of it came from the simple joy of a job completed, of new life and growing things. But there was that spark, too: warmth that circled her heart and squeezed it tight, etching upon it the words on that little tag, the words of someone who looked just a bit closer.

Two weeks later, a butterfly in shades of velvet midnight with a trail of black-rimmed suns along its wing drifted through her garden. It passed by roses, morning glories, even the pink and white blossoms of the milkweed, ignoring them all to alight upon a leaf of the pipevine.

—

Lucien looked as if he’d been caught in the middle of an attempted robbery–only he’d brought something into the house instead of taking something away. Elain wished she felt vindicated about catching him in the act, but it was a different sort of emotion tangled inside her chest, sending tremors through her limbs.

He’d brought another plant.

Elain kept her face a haughty mask, raising an eyebrow as she asked, “Passionflower?”

Still no vindication came to her, but she did feel a tad smug at how off-guard she’d put him. He inclined his head, looking suitably cowed. “Yes, my lady.”

“Why?” She forced accusation into that word, more than the curiosity that she’d spent so long swallowing, curiosity that had now grown so large she feared she’d choke on it.

Lucien met her gaze at last, and Elain caught a glimpse in his eye of the vulpine predator her sister had warned her about. That gaze held a danger that did not seek to intimidate or overpower, but to analyze. Dangerous in how much that gaze saw. Dangerous in how it did not feel dangerous at all. “I thought you might be looking for more host plants to add to your garden.”

Elain narrowed her eyes. “Are you well versed in the raising of insects, sir?”

He shifted the plant and its pot into the crook of his left arm. He winced as one of the little vines whipped at his cheek. “Not in the slightest.” Though he angled the plant away, the thin, curling tendril still swayed towards his face. Maybe it thought it had found the sun in his gold eye, or the reddish flakes of pine bark in the other.

Elain squared her shoulders and jerked her chin towards the plant. “It’s a host for the solar fritillary.”

He nodded. He did not look surprised. He’d done research on insect larvae and the plants that nourished them, a subject that he admitted little interest in. What led you to this? What did you see? The questions burned down her throat as she swallowed them. Did you look past the rose blossoms and see the thorns, the grubs, the detritus beneath? But it was too much to ask, too soon to hope.

“Fritillaries are rather plain,” she said instead, a half-truth. Fritillaries were a rusty orange with small streaks of black, but if one looked close enough, they would catch the striking white spots on the undersides of their wings. Had Lucien researched enough to learn that much?

But Lucien tilted his head and gave a smirk that somehow wore the guise of a frown. “I did not realize your garden had such a strict dress code, my lady.”

Elain blinked. She’d expected an empty apology. She’d grown used to being placated, to being offered deference that sounded suspiciously condescending. She did not expect a riposte, nor did she expect the smile that tugged at her lips in response. “Are you good with a shovel, my lord?”

It was a relief to see his eyes widen, to know that at least here, with a vine tickling his face, he did not feel the need to wear a mask, to hide his fear and hope. “I’m afraid I am untrained,” he said.

She turned to open the door to the garden. “Well, if you’re such a quick study on butterflies, I’m sure you can learn about planting.”

#elucien #elucien fic #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fanfic #pro elucien

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