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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Hello! I want to tell you that I just discovered your blog and I love the stories you write. Can I please request something?

Helion and the reader are on the battlefield, and the reader takes a hit meant for Helion, and then the bond snaps for him, the reader survives and declares her love for Helion, telling him that she has long known that he is her mate, but wasn't sure that he might have feelings for her. Thank you!

thank you! I really enjoyed writing this, thanks for the request love💜

My Only Sunshine

Helion x Valkyrie!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence, blood/injury, death, not proofread

Flying over the battlefield on your pegasus, you had taken to the skies along with the rest of the Valkyries to battle Koschei’s baitals. He’d sent the vampiric creatures as reinforcements among his air forces, the bony monsters searching the grounds below for dying bodies to possess on the battlegrounds.

An ear-piercing shriek echoed through the air as you cut down a baital, watching as its lifeless body fell to the ground. What you saw below caused you to do a double-take - Helion was battling off four soldiers as he clutched a wound on his side, another baital circling above him, waiting for him to be struck dead. The scene shot horror through you, and without thinking you steered your pegasus toward the ground.

You leapt off the steed to allow it time to swoop back up to the skies, and you rolled gracefully to land on the ground. Your eyes scanned the line of soldiers ahead of you as you drew up your sword in defense. Charging through the battlefield, your focus was only on getting to Helion by whatever means necessary.

You could not afford the time to think of what might happen to your mate - the beautiful and kind male fighting bravely ahead of you - if he did not make it out of this battle before you confessed your feelings for him. You had known that Helion was your mate since the first time you met him, when the Valkyries began training with his pegasus.

You fell for him quickly, his playful and joyous nature bringing a light to your life you didn’t realize you had needed - and you watched as the sun to your moon began to fade.

With a scream of fury, you unleashed yourself upon the soldiers, leaping into the air with a supernatural strength to cut down the baital that was circling overhead. You landed in front of Helion, his shocked eyes focused on you as you checked his wound. You panted out, “we have to get you to a healer, Li,” just in time for him to look behind you, pure fear flashing across his features.

You turned, seeing only a blur of a creature aiming an ash arrow at Helion before you dove in front of him, a searing pain permeating through your body as though it coursed through every vein. A single tear fell from your cheek as Helion caught you, his eyes lining with tears while he held your head in his broad hand and whispered, “why?”

The last words you were able to breathe out as you held your hand to Helion’s cheek were, “my mate,” before the world faded to black.

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Your pegasus had never kicked you in the head, but you imagined that how you currently felt would be quite a similar feeling. Overcome with thirst and an aching body all over, you groaned at the pain that accompanied merely attempting to open your eyes.

You could feel the soft mattress beneath you, silk sheets cool against your stiff muscles as you further awoke from what must have been a deep sleep. Shock overtook your system as you recalled your latest memories of the battlefield and Helion being in danger, and you jolted upright with panic.

Your body did not respond well to the sudden movement, and you yelled out in pain as a blinding pain in your ribs took your breath away. The sound of someone fumbling awake accompanied your gasps for air, and suddenly familiar warm hands were on your back and chest, easing you to lay back down on the mattress.

You looked up to see Helion in a state of disarray you could never have imagined for him, and your heart ached seeing him in pain. You tried to croak out words, choking on the dryness of your throat. Helion quickly grabbed you water, gently propping you up against the pillows as he helped you drink until you were satisfied.

Before you could attempt to get out the words you wanted to, however, Helion took your hand in his and squeezed, taking a deep breath as he seemed to struggle for words since the first time you had met him. Without words from him, you felt his emotions as though they were your own, and you realized - you were feeling him through the bond.

He must have sensed your emotions as well, his eyes showing a glimmer of hope that had been missing since you’d awoken. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. “My mate,” Helion whispered as he stared at you in adoration. “I’ve always been awed by you, but I wouldn’t have dreamed to have been blessed to have a female like you as my mate until the bond snapped for me, when you-“

His voice broke off then, the unspoken weight of your sacrifice hanging in the air. You tilted Helion’s face to look at you as you admired his beauty. “Li, I would give my life for yours a thousand times over. I was lucky to be blessed with you as my mate, but you are so much more than that to me. You are a great male, a great leader, and you make the world a better place. I love you, not because you are my mate, but because you are you, Li.”

A tear made its way down Helion’s cheek at your words, and he laughed as he leaned down to kiss you gently, mindful of your injuries. Bending down to nip at your ear, Helion practically growled as he whispered, “heal quickly, my love, because I have a list of ways I will replace your pain with pleasure... for the rest of our lives.” You giggled at that, happy that your mate was feeling his flirtatious self again, and that you would spend the rest of your days with the one person who brought you the most joy.

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luvvsoft · 6 months

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ᰔᩚ poseidon x god! reader, fluff to angst, one-sided pining, rejection, a little ooc! poseidon, implied poseidon x amphitrite, set before ragnarok

wc: 1150 words

"Cursed are those who feel oceans but can express just a drop."

the night sky was always a place you could look up to for comfort. it held the constellations and scattered stars that were a sight to behold. as the god of stars, you felt a much stronger pull toward them. you could always look up from mount olympus and expect to see the creations you so loved.

maybe it was the combination of the stars and oceans that led you to form a bond with the highly feared poseidon. you'd take vast amounts of time to go to the oceans and linger, as if waiting for someone. maybe that's what others would think if they saw you, though you knew better.

you met poseidon while stargazing. he'd come out of his domain for once and didn't bother to acknowledge you, as if you were a mere mortal who didn't deserve his attention.

"..."

it was an awkward situation, one where he just stood and paid you no mind.

"you know, you can have a seat and watch the stars alongside me," you said.

"hm.." was all you heard before there was some shuffling near you and he sat, still equipped with his trident.

"i find that there's a beauty in the stars: the way they can form just about anything and shine so brightly despite everything."

poseidon sat there and let you ramble, even when you swore you were bothering him. he didn't stop you or give you one of his pointed glares to shut you up.

he soon found out you were in fact not a mortal, but instead a god-- a minor god at that. he stopped wondering why he never saw you when he learned of how barely anyone remembered you.

you'd both come to form a friendship, if you could even call it that. it mostly consisted of you talking, while he listened and only said something when necessary. you enjoyed having someone to talk to, even if it was only in the night with only the stars as your witnesses.

poseidon treated you like no other; he'd been willing to abandon his duties if you asked, slay another if you so pleased, anything. it didn't take much for the both of you to become close, bonded like swans.

"hey, don't you ever get tired of just staring at the stars with me?" you asked.

"only a fool would get tired of you," he quickly replied.

you don't know what it was about that sentence that lit a fire in you, but it was burning as bright as the flames created by hephaestus himself. maybe it was how he indirectly admitted to not tiring of you, or maybe it was how he said only a fool would do the former. it didn't matter to you; it was just a moment of realization, realization that you fancied him and only wished for the feelings to be returned.

your meetings had a slight shift that only you felt. you looked forward to seeing him every night even more. there was a feeling bubbling up inside you that always wanted to burst and confess, but you held out. though you were aware of the way you felt for poseidon, you knew you couldn't act on it unless you were sure he felt the same way. you couldn't risk ruining what the both of you had, no matter what your heart told you.

you sought out aphrodite one night, who only served to convince you that the god you yearned for wanted you in the same manner you did him. with the newfound confidence, you got ready to meet with poseidon, who you were determined to make yours.

unbeknownst to you, poseidon did not feel the way you did. he would be lying if he said he didn't find comfort in your friendship, but that was all he thought of it as: a friendship. he thought of himself as too highly for you, too heavenly. he'd never be able to feel the way you did for him, for he'd already found someone to pour his love into.

when you met up for the night, he could instantly tell you were glowing, like one of the various stars you'd pointed out and told him about. you were also more dressed up than usual, as if this was a special occasion.

"hi, i've been waiting for you," you said, feeling like a shy schoolgirl who couldn't ask out their crush. perhaps that's what you were at the moment: nothing more than a person yearning for their loved one to love them back. you hadn't felt like a mortal in so long, it almost felt foreign.

"i see you clearly have somewhere to be," poseidon muttered.

though it was barely audible, you still caught onto it, clinging onto any words he uttered to you.

"no no, i have nowhere to be but by you tonight," you responded, albeit a little too defensively for your liking.

you both then sat and just admired the stars, with the occasional talk coming from you. tonight, you were paying more attention to poseidon: the way he talked and stared, the way his lips occasionally twitched.

"what would you do if you found out you have feelings for someone dear to you?" you randomly asked.

"where's this coming from?" poseidon asked back.

"i find myself in a situation like that and hope for your input," you said.

"in that case, i'd act on them," poseidon replied.

"then, i'd like to act on them. i need something more than friendship between us. i need to be able to comb through your golden locks when night falls, to hold you tightly and not dream of letting go, even when atlas gives out. even when those who reside in tartarus find a way to break free. my heart is written in the stars, searching for yours in a cluster of lonely stars. i'd orbit the sun, the planets, the galaxy to find your love, if you'd give me the privilege of doing so." you intensely said, not caring if it was overwhelming to you. you needed to get your feelings out before you regretted them. though if you knew the truth, you'd come to regret meeting poseidon altogether.

"i do not feel the same way," poseidon calmly said before standing up and leaving. leaving you alone with your heart that was slowly shattering. leaving you with the stars whom you once sought comfort from. leaving you with nothing but the tears slowly forming in your eyes. leaving you with nothing but the stars who cradled your form, as if they could soften the hurt.

Cursed are you who fell hard but wasn't caught.

#ror x reader #ror x you #ror poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #poseidon x reader #snv x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #snv poseidon #snv poseidon x reader #god x reader #greek gods #greek gods x reader #x reader angst #x reader #ror angst #snv angst

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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RoR Incorrect quotes#124 Feral Mama

In the human living quarters

Cut to the front door kicked open by a furious you as you stomps around the livingroom, mumbling angrily

DP Y/n*mumbling angrily* Ooh! Such a fucking asshole! That little motherfucker. I just wanna take my finger up and shove it up his fuckin' little thing!

Upon coming up to the table, You slam your coffee cup on it disturbing Nikola, You then pass Nikola and hits a button titled "Nut button!!" that summons a cardboard cutout of a Man saying, "Hi! I'm a God!" then throws a knife and lunges at said cutout, Adam looks at you, disturbed

Adam:... Y/n, apple pie, Is everything okay?

You hiss back at Him in response, disturbing him even more, but You manage to calm down

DP Y/n: Y-Yeah Dad-I just...bumped into an ex...*Looks abit sad at the ground*

Adam: Oh! Oh...-Wait you dated someone?

DP Y/n*retracts knife* He just kept going on about how successful now, "a bright future"-and dammit I looked down and his cock still was big HELL it looked bigger now!?

Adam:...Wait, what?

DP Y/n*raises voice* Every time I see his stupid face, I can't help it! I just need to—

You punch the wall beside you in frustration, making a hole as you pull your arm out of the wall

Adam*concerned* You've never told me this before...

DP Y/n: I-I don't really like to talk about this part of my life. But...*Dramaticly sighs* I first saw Poseidon...In one of my wacky travels thru pantheons

Flashback to Your time in Olympus, You get a handshake and a kiss from Hera, welcoming you into the realm. You look around the room and stop upon seeing Poseidon applauding at You along with the other gods, You blush at the attention Poseidon is giving you

DP Y/n*voiceover*in the welcoming party, Our eyes met from across the room. And there was just something about him. Something that was magnetic!

You are found hiding behind a carriage in the middle of a turf war, You throw away the Gun and pull out a grenade, but it slips out of your hands before you can pull the pin, You run after it and catches it the same moment that Poseidon grabs it, touching his hand. Both share a smile before You pick up the grenade, pulls the pin, and throw it away, Poseidon and You stare fondly at each other as the grenade explodes in the distance, the smoke forming the shape of a heart

The Pov switches over to Poseidon greeting You at the door, You are holding signs that he lets fall from his hands. The signs say "TELL YOUR BROTHER IT'S A SALESMAN" "I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU" and "SY, WILL YOU BONE WITH ME?" Poseidon looks oddly fondly at you and lets You in...to do the last thing-

DP Y/n:...But then he started distancing himself...Missing dates...and even...-that skank he was in his arms...*Sighs and looks at Adam who was growing more and more enraged but behind him was someone much more fearsome*...M-ma?

Eve*foaming at the mouth, furiously* I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM!

Eve run to the door grabbed a bottle of wine and smashing it at the end, missing Raiden and Lu Bu hold her back as her bottle pierces through their pants fabric

Raiden: Whoa, the fuck-

Lu bu: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, HEY! Hold on!

Eve*Visualizing Poseidon Face* You're going to die, bitch!

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quintessencewrites · 1 year

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She loves me

toxic!Shuri x black!fem!reader; Valkyrie x black!fem!reader

She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn't say it back.

Warnings: angst, cheating, eventual fluff, explicit language as always, implied smut Word Count: 1.9k+

Requested by anonymous

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“I’m sorry, this voicemail box is full. Please hang up, and try again later.”

The line had stopped trilling two calls ago and this time was no different. Either Shuri’s phone had died or she’d turned it off, and it was most likely the latter.

That photo presented itself in the forefront of your mind, teasing you. You had to look at it again, had to really examine it. Oh, how you didn’t want to though. Didn’t want to believe what was right in front of you.

Her face was hidden behind a mountain of curls belonging to a girl who wasn’t you. Toothy grin full of pearly whites, chiseled jaw set taut. Tattooed hands snaked around a neck that wasn’t yours and a waist that wasn’t attached to your body.

That’s what gave her away. Those tattoos, so distinguishable, climbing up her fingers like vines. Fingers that you had memorized, from their calloused feel on your dark skin to their full length petting your core.

Frustration washed over, entangling you in a flurry of emotions. The exasperated scream that crept from your lungs was deep and animalistic. Your chest burned with envy and hurt, swirling to form a nasty tornado of detestment.

Seven months. That’s how long you and Shuri had been together.

She loves me, you’d convinced yourself from day one. Her words were smooth, pulling you in and caressing you like silk. “You’re so beautiful” she’d purr to you. “This beautiful ass is all mine, ain’t it ma?”

She loves me. Her touch was scalding, igniting a flame each time her skin kissed yours. From those long, thin, phalanges that caressed your chin with such gentleness, to the warmth that ran through you when she laid you on your back, one hand around your throat and the other working furiously between your legs.

She loves me. Even though she came home night after night with bruises sprinkled about her most intimate areas. Various sized dark spots contrasting starkly with her mahogany skin.

She loves me. Even though she tilted her phone away from you whenever it chimed, alerting her of a new message. Whoever texted her, whatever they said, pulled her attention away from you like hypnosis.

She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn’t say it back.

Your fingers were itching to call again, your consciousness begging for her to answer and explain. “Ma, it wasn’t even like that.”

“She’s just a friend.”

“I have a long-lost twin sister.”

Your manicured thumb hovered above their name, so desperately wanting to call.

So you did.

The phone felt heavy as you brought it to your ear. It rang and rang and rang.

“Hello?” The heavily accented voice finally picked up. Your words were lost upon you, each one getting stuck in your throat and forming a lump that brought forth salty tears.

A broken gag mustered from your lips.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

As soon as your mouth opened, the floodgates followed. “V? C-can you c-come over? Please?” That last word was accentuated with desperation as you felt your beating heart break into a thousand pieces.

“Gimme five.”

It wouldn’t even take that long; you knew that for sure. All it took was your fragmented speech for Valkyrie to rush over with an astonishing quickness. She wasted no time knocking, bending to pull the key you kept under the mat and letting herself in.

V’s hair swung about her face, her head snapping in every direction in search of you. “Y/n, baby? Where are you?” She tiptoed on the plush carpet, as if afraid to step on you.

She followed the sounds of your sobs, all the way to your bedroom. There you sat, in the corner, knees pulled to your chest and face hidden in your arms. Your phone had been discarded several feet away and as she stepped closer, Valkyrie got a good look at what upset you so.

Her heart pounded, anger flowing through her veins at the sight. She wanted nothing more than to find Shuri and rip into her for breaking your heart, beating the panther to a pulp.

Then she glanced up, catching your swollen gaze fixated on her with such despair. Shuri was a fool for sure, but her damnation would come. Now was the time to comfort you, fix you, put you back together.

V walked slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. “Hey pretty girl,” she whispered as she crouched beside you. Like a magnet, your head gravitated to her shoulder and there it stayed. Her hand reached up to caress calming strokes into your hair.

“She doesn’t love me, V.”

God, it sounded so pathetic. You’d spent almost a year loving somebody who didn’t love you back.

Valkyrie is silent, but her movements don’t stop.

“Why doesn’t she love me?”

The room is still, the weight of your inquiry settling.

“She doesn’t deserve your love, y/n.”

Your eyes roll, and more tears release. It was such a generic answer, such a best friend answer to give.

“She didn’t earn it,” V continues. “What did she give you besides good sex and shiny objects?”

Memories bombard you. Good sex and shiny objects. But also good laughs, fun moments. A trip to Wakanda that you’d never forget. Flowers ‘just because’ and dates that would make any girl swoon.

But apparently you were just that. Just ‘any girl’. You were one in a million, quite literally. Shuri had sent you flowers adorned with the wrong name multiple times. Started to call you the wrong name during sex before she went mute instead. Taken you on dates to restaurants where she ordered ‘your favorite’ even though that was your first time visiting the establishment.

The realization sent your tears streaming. It’d been right in front of your face this whole time.

Your reddened eyes part from the floor and land on Valkyrie. Her long locs framing her defined jaw and pretty, bright brown eyes. The way she leaned her head against yours and played in your hair, mindlessly.

The oversized top she sported showed off every flex in her muscular arms and her shorts were nearly hidden underneath the length of the shirt.

She was in her gym wear. She wore it like a uniform, which meant she’d pulled herself from her most sacred activity to be your sanctuary.

“I guess I love too hard, huh?”

Her gaze met yours in unison at your words, at the playfulness that jumped off your tongue behind the huskiness of your cries.

“Too hard and too dumb,” your friend responds.

A gasp feigns from you, “Dumb how?”

V’s head shakes, ever so slightly. “An argument for another day, y/n.”

“Well, make it an argument for today. Dumb how?”

The phone several inches away begins to vibrate furiously with yours and Shuri’s Cheshire grins ever so present on the screen. Both you and Val watch, quietly and intently, until the phone’s furious movements come to an end.

And then they start up again. Shuri’s calling for a second time.

“Dumb because I know you’re gonna answer that.”

Your eyes fall upon V’s, seeing a mirrored hurt behind an anguished expression. You were wounding her, playing this game of cat and mouse with Shuri.

She loves me. She put her whole day on hold, rushing over the moment you asked and making it in record time. She would’ve come, no questions asked, no matter the time of day.

She loves me. She was here and Shuri wasn’t. She was always here, picking up the pieces when the one you thought you loved fell short.

She loves me. Even though you’ve just realized it.

The device stops ringing, only to start right back up. Valkyrie stares at you hard, gauging your next move.

It pains you to pull away from her touch, her soothing solace, but you do. You have to.

Falling to all fours, you crawl to the phone, to Shuri awaiting on the other end with a basketful of excuses.

The phone feels heavy in your hands as you retrieve it from the ground. It feels heavier when you press the green button and bring it to your ear. And Shuri’s voice feels heaviest.

She knows she’s been caught; she gives you no chance to speak before she starts trying to cover her mistakes.

“That picture wasn’t supposed to be posted on her story; she’s an ex and it’s an old pic-“

Those salty tears prickle your already glossed over eyes once more.

“Shuri,” your voice was surprisingly steady, despite all the crying you’d just done.

“Yes, baby girl? Listen, I’m tryna expla-“

“We’re done.”

Now it’s you who gives Shuri no time to speak, hanging up before she can register your words.

You allow the phone to drop from your hold, unable to bear the weight of it any longer. Slowly, through your blurred vision, you turn and find Valkyrie seated where you left her.

“Yeah, I’m dumb,” the steadiness you spoke with before is now gone and the admission comes out in a whisper.

The silence in the room is suffocating and it lingers for far too long. V is the one to break it, her laughter chiming through the hush. It’s a genuine belly-laugh, one full of euphoria that doubled you over in the middle. The contagious kind of laughter that causes you to bend at the center as well, gripping your stomach for support as the chuckles and sobs mix.

Val somehow finds her words in the midst of her giggles. “So dumb, y/n,” her powerful voice declares with outstretched arms, inviting you in.

You don’t hesitate to accept, settling into her hold, the sounds of your shared exuberance harmonizing.

“Dumb how?” You ask again, arms sneaking to wrap around her neck while hers come to rest on your waist.

It feels right, Val’s touch, in a way that didn’t with Shuri. Hers was forced, consciousness elsewhere.

Val’s was gentle and aware. She was here, doing this, because she wanted to. She wanted it; she wanted you.

“Dumb because,” she begins, plump lips parting, dark eyes twinkling. “I think you’ve just now realized,” she emphasizes. “What’s been sitting right in front of you.”

Her tone is cocky but her words settle on your stomach like a fulfilling meal.

Your response is slow and deliberate, and you mean every word.

“I think I have too.”

“And?” She asks immediately, anxiety growing at the sudden slow burn.

In the background, your phone constantly buzzes, Shuri’s face ever present on the device. It goes ignored, however, because you finally take in what’s been sitting in front of you.

“And, I think I finally appreciate what’s been sitting right in front of me”

V’s eyes roll to the heavens, demeanor falling a bit. “Oh great, I’ve always wanted to be appreciated-“

Her dramatics halt when your hands graze her cheeks, pulling her striking gaze back to you. “Val. “ the sound of her name rolling off your tongue shushes her.

“I like what’s sitting right in front of me.”

Valkyrie’s smile is so genuine, so pure and elated. She rests her forehead against yours, sinking further into you. “Yeah?” She whispers.

You lean into her touch, grip on her tightening as if she’ll disappear beneath you. “Yeah,” you whisper back, truthfully, and for the first time in a very long time, you feel a tranquility that can only be explained by the girl seated in front of you.

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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Words Hurt (Angst Drabble)

It's quite a well known fact that Loki tends to lash out. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions all that much, just that he has emotions and he needs to express them in someway. He needs to shout, yell, destroy, and tear down others just so he can get a unsatisfying but fulfilling feeling of not being as miserable as he was previously. You knew this, you were just as knowledgeable as the other gods about Loki and his unpredictable mood swings, and you were fully aware of them when entering a relationship with him.

There was a difference, however, in accepting someone with all their flaws and letting them lash out at you when you have done no wrong.

You sense he is upset. As a fellow god, you are as well but for different reasons. You were upset because the God slain by humanity was a good friend, Loki was upset because the humans were catching up to the Gods.

"I don't understand it! They're inferior beings! HOW COULD THEY HAVE CAUGHT UP!?" Loki snarled. You stay silent, knowing he isn't actually asking a question to you, and let him ramble. "We all WANT to win but us gods should be crushing them! and thanks to that pathetic god from your pantheon, they've caught up!"

...You break your tone when you hear that.

"What exactly do you mean, Loki?" You ask, your tone a bit defensive. Loki just let out a cold laugh and looked at you, "I mean, don't act like you didn't know. They aren't exactly the strongest god and putting them up there in general was a mistake. Now thanks to them, they're catching up."

His face contorts in anger, you aren't disturbed by it, but you are disturbed by his words.

"My ally fought hard and they fought well. I should also remind you that Poseidon is no longer with us because of them and he was one of the strongest of us all," You then walk over to your lover, eyes narrowed and your eyes looking at him in defiance, "so remember that when you speak ill of them."

The green haired god blinked in surprise but sighed in what sounded like defeat before caressing your cheek, his thumb now pinching it. Not in a way that hurt but it wasn't very pleasant.

"My poor dumb lover," His tone was woeful as he let go, you bring your hand to your cheek and rub it as you glared at him, "you bring up such irrelevant facts. Your fellow god died because they were too weak, even by our standards. That is the truth, plain and simple."

He smiles at you, such an infuriating smile. You know that you spent eons, lifetimes, admiring it. Now you simply wonder if it always made his face look punchable. The anger in your chest bubbled, the both of you know it, and he's just waiting for you to let him have it.

That's right, get upset. Get mad. At him or humanity? He doesn't care.

All he cares about is that he's seething with rage and he needs someone to join him. A selfish desire, yes, but he didn't particularly care. He wasn't even mad at you, he realizes this, but it's not fair that the humans were getting to him. He needed someone to feel as frustrated and enraged as he did.

So won't you join him, darling? Won't you keep his misery company with yours?

"Goodbye, Loki." You finally speak, your tone mature and even, yet also laced with venom.

He blinks and watches as you turn around, walking out of the room.

You know what he's trying to do. You know he isn't upset with you or your friend, your heart breaks as you realize your pantheon will be silent and solemn due to the missing spot in it, but you weren't his emotional punching bag. You weren't something that he can lash out on but it seems he needed to be reminded of that.

You don't let him see the tears falling down your eyes because then he'd get the reaction he wanted from you. He knew that they were there, however, and it was strange.

He wanted to make you upset, so he did not feel alone, and he had done that. Yet the boiling anger was no longer there the moment you turned away, just a cold feeling that left him emptied and hollowed.

...Perhaps...perhaps he had pushed it too far with his antics.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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**MASTERLIST**

Title board by the fantabulous @mochie85!

After an accident reveals your secret ability to kill with a single touch, S.H.I.E.L.D. tracks you down, turning you over to Nick Fury to be locked away. Immediately considered a Level One Threat, not a single one of the Avengers will listen to your pleas, until Loki, your least likely advocate, strikes a deal: he will take you away to New Asgard for one year to mentor you in the ways of magic, both dark and light. If you can pass a test at the end of said year, you win your freedom. If not, you may be deemed too dangerous to live.

With your life in the hands of the God of Mischief, you are forced to confront the mysterious pull of your morbid gift...as well as the even more mysterious pull you begin to feel towards your mentor, a being with his own demons to confront.

Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader

Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

Based on THIS ONE SHOT

Prologue: Last Christmas Lesson One Lesson Two Lesson Three Lesson Four Lesson Five Lesson Six Lesson Seven Lesson Eight Lesson Nine Lesson Ten Lesson Eleven Lesson Twelve Lesson Thirteen Lesson Fourteen Lesson Fifteen Lesson Sixteen Lesson Seventeen Lesson Eighteen Lesson Nineteen Lesson Twenty The Final Test Epilogue: Next Christmas

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mymelodymia · 1 month

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hi, hi and happy new year 💖✨ may I request thor x daughter reader where she was blipped and they celebrate her first birthday after she comes back and they're all emotional and everything? maybe 17 or 18 yrs, whatever you want and if you want!!!

Finally back to celebrate // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

Summary: you and your father celebrate your birthday for the first time after thanos.

Warnings: korg spying, meik, thor and y/n crying, meik being clumsy

Age: 17 turning 18

Area/place: thors cabin on midgard.

A/N: sorry for all the inactivity recently 😅 and happy new year to you too sweet baby ^^

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your eyelids fluttered open as your father, thor, gently stroked a piece of your hair out of your face. He had a smile on his face as you awoke. You stretched with a yawn. You decided You didn't want to wake up just yet and curled back up again.

"Y/n! Come on, get up! Dont you know what day it is?!" Thor bellows as he smacks you with a pillow. He shakes you to try and get you up.

"Daaad! Stop it...." you groaned. Thor realized there was only one way to really get you up. He poked your stomach and you jumped up.

"Youre really testing me right now y/n..." thor chuckles. "Lets go, wake up now, sweetheart." Thor spoke to you in a soft gentle tone. You rested your head on his shoulder softly. stroking your hair, thor placed a small kiss to your forehead.

You finally stood up, your bed sheets getting caught on your foot. You nearly fell to the floor, but to your luck, thor caught you.

"Careful there, little one. Dont wanna leave this world the same day you came into it, do you?"

You only giggled a bit at his silly words. You pushed open your bedroom door and walked into the living room.

You jumped back at a sudden noise and something hitting you. It hit your arm and the impact would most likely leave a bruise

"Meik! I told you not to point it at people!" Thor hissed at the alien, who had just accidentally popped a confetti popper at you. Valkyrie laughed loudly at this before thor gave her a look, then turned his attention right back to you

"are you okay, angel?"

"Yeah im fine." Your jaw hit the floor when you turned back to the living room, completely decorated. A large 'happy birthday y/n!' Banner hung over two doors, covering the whole wall, korg and val with party horns in their mouths, and streamers everywhere.

"Ta-da!" Korg mumbles with the party horn still in his mouth.

You smiled widely as you saw the scene in front of you. Thor smiles down at you as you are completely lost for words. Though it wasn't much, it was still enough to make this your best birthday yet.

"Korg, val, can you go check if the kitchen is clean?" Thor asks and winks, they were really gonna bring out a cake for you.

"Oh sure!" Korg responds with a obvious wink as well. Korg, meik, and val all run off to the kitchen to prepare it for the birthday girl.

Thor sits down on a couch, his hand gripping yours tightly. He sits you down next to him, he pulls you to him and holds you to his chest. His hands around your waist.

You rested your head against him, smiling widely. "Thank you, daddy. Youre the best. I love you" you speak, looking up at thor from his chest.

Thor gently rubs his hand over your hair. "I love you too, angel." He says before he places a kiss to your forehead. "This reminds me of when you were young. With you snuggled up me like this" thor says with a smile, despite feeling his eyes swell with wet tears

You look up at him with a look of concern, noticing his tears and pulling away. "Daddy? Whats wrong?"

Thor chews at his bottom lip as you ask this innocent little question, feeling more tears arise. "I just missed you, princess...i-i haven't seen you in so long its just....hurts"

"Oh, dad..." you mumble before pulling him close to you.

He let the tears fall and buried himself within your hair, the familiar scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He sniffled before pulling away and cupping your cheek

"I missed you so much, baby..."

"I missed you too...i guess" you joke, thor chuckled tearfully at this, before he pulled you back close to him.

You both sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of meik shuffling around to actually clean with Val ordering him around telling him what to clean up. while korg does something with the cake, most likely adding candles.

None were trusted with lighters obviously, so thor would do that part.

Thor rocked the two of you back and forth slowly. He kisses the top of your head, then your temple, then your forehead, then your cheek.

He continues to smother you in a few more kisses before relaxing once more

"You guys are so adorable" said korg, smiling and leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, spying on you both

Thor gave korg a look that could best be described as "dont interrupt us"

Korg waved in the direction of the kitchen. Thor helped you stand up by taking your hand in his, as if you were royalty, which you are

You saw a mostly white cake with accents of your favorite color. Gold cursive lettering of the words

"happy 18th birthday y/n!!"

18 candles surrounded the words. Thor lit them carefully with a black lighter. You couldn't stop smiling when they started singing happy birthday

Everyone called you something else, which made you giggle

Thor called you angel, korg called you bestie, val called you y/n/n, and meik just mumbled in alien.

"Make a wish, baby" thor says to you, leaning on the edge of the counter. You happily blew out the candles out and everybody clapped

"This means you can have your first drink!" Thor shouts with a laugh

You giggled at his mistake. "Thats 21 dad"

"And?"

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A/N: hi babies, sorry for how long my break has been <3 don't kill me lol

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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Hey idk if u take requests, but I hope ure ok w this. So…

Bucky laying between my thighs..in a cute way,like fluff

That’s it

Love u 💜💜bye

Assertion

Summary: Bucky makes a promise.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: Less than 500

A/N: Sorry this is so late! I'm terrible. This can go with the Possession, Validation, Sensation, Salutation Bucky one-shots that are kind of a series but not?

Warnings: Unlike the above fics, this is just fluff with a little bit of angst. TFATWS Bucky, love, reader is Bucky’s comfort person, pregnancy if you squint. Real Housewives of New Asgard.

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It was a dark and stormy night, and you were vegging out on the couch, trying to distract yourself from worrying about Bucky getting home in this weather.

Bucky was a skilled pilot, of course he could navigate a wet, possibly icy road. Anxiety was a little petty bitch, so you distracted her with junk food and loud trash tv.

You were so caught up in the drama unfolding on screen, complete with hysterics and screaming, that you didn’t notice Bucky slip in the front door.

He stood there watching you, the tension in his body subsiding as he dropped his bag on the floor. He toed off his shoes and stripped away his leather jacket. He was halfway to the couch when you turned and saw him.

“Jamie!”

Bucky felt his heart again as your face lit up as he approached. You moved to get up.

“Stay right there, Doll.”

He felt his face crack in what must have been a smile judging from the one on your face. He hadn’t done that since he’d left. God, you made him feel human again.

“Don’t move.”

You were about to pounce on him as he sat down, but you froze at his request.

“Are… are you okay, Babe?”

You knew the answer to that question. This mission must have been rough.

“I am now.”

Bucky pulled you to him, manipulating your legs around him and laying down on your chest. You put one arm around him and the other in his hair. You didn’t ask him anything else as you wrapped yourself around him, pulling a blanket over both of you.

“I’m not leaving you again, Doll. Missed you so damn much.”

You looked into his bright blue eyes.

“Love you too, Jamie.”

You didn’t respond to his declaration about not leaving again, just kissed his dark hair and threaded your fingers through it as Bucky rubbed your thighs and nestled into your bosom. He knew you didn’t believe him, but Bucky was serious, because he found his breath as he listened to your heartbeat, and a deep calm washed over him as he felt your belly for his other love. The movement in your womb and the lilt of your voice as you caught him up on the show gave him life.

“Housewives of New Asgard. This is part two of the finale. Gertrud accused Astrid of cheating on Arne with King Valkyrie…”

Bucky chuckled. “Val has lots of hoes…”

“Everybody knows that. And I’ve only met her twice, but I think she would have some standards…”

Bucky laughed and held you tight as you prattled on about nothing important. He rubbed your side with this thumb as he listened to you and fell asleep, his heart and mind safe with you.

#ask dj #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x you #Sebastian Stan #king valkyrie #new asgard #tfatws #thor love and thunder #marvel mcu

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yesbutmakeitgay · 1 month

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Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 2

Carol Danvers x Reader

Masterlist | This work's masterlist | AO3

Summary: Kamala helps you as you begin your journey to recovery.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 792

Like A Summer Day, She Could Push The Night So Far Away

Kamala walks you into the living quarters and you stop by the kitchen to rummage inside the fridge, she takes the opportunity to pop by Fury’s office and persuade him to let her go through with her half thought out plan.

After you finish eating the girl takes you upstairs and pauses in front of one of the many identical doors, "This will be your room while you, uh-"

"While my brain gets fixed, got it." You decide you might as well just go with it. You walk inside and try to get comfortable, Kamala says her goodbyes and tells you she’ll be back tomorrow.

Later that night Kamala calls Carol after not finding her anywhere in the compound, she tells her the plan and The Captain reluctantly agrees, still overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak, on one condition: She cannot tell you about your relationship with Carol.

For the remainder of the week you stay on strict bed rest on doctor's orders. Kamala comes by every day and talks to you about current events and pop culture which, even before the injury, you weren't very good at keeping up with. She makes sure you eat and drink enough liquids and even tries to sneak in little details about your former life to see if you'll remember.

It is the first day after your mandated bed rest is over and Kamala comes back as promised, "How are you liking your room?"

"It’s fine."

"They'll bring all your stuff back from your former residence soon."

"Where was that?"

"You were doing a lot of intergalactic work so you were living in a spaceship," she says, trying to find the most objective way to describe it.

"That sounds awful."

"Well, according to your most recent reports you were really enjoying it."

"You have my reports? Can I read them?"

"They are being held in hopes they might contain information about the ambush." Her words are only half true as you weren't exactly subtle when writing about Carol.

The girl walks you to a conference room to have some privacy and hopefully get started on your recovery. She pulls out her S.A.B.E.R. tablet, "Do you know where we are?"

"The Avengers compound," you answer plainly.

"What do you know about them?" She starts making annotations.

"The Avengers? They're a bunch of stuck up assholes with a hero complex who think they're so special because they can shoot lasers out of some part of their body."

"Right," Kamala exhales heavily, "Do you remember any of them?"

"Uh, let's see, there's Stark, paying his way to the top, there's grandpa America-"

"Captain America," she writes down.

"Big green guy,"

"The hulk."

"Red witchy witch,"

"Scarlet Witch."

"The guy with the arrows, how did he even get in?"

"Hawkeye."

"Oh and tiny bug-man."

"Ant-man. Anyone else?"

"I think that's about it."

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to talk to any of them, see if they can help bring some memories back?"

"You suppose right."

"What about someone else? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Defenders?" she starts to wonder out loud.

"Defenders? Jones?" You let out a small chuckle.

"Yes! Do you know her?" Her eyes light up.

"No," you let her down, "but even if I did, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to talk."

"I guess you're right." She begins to mindlessly scroll through her clear tablet hoping to find an answer when you see a familiar face.

"Rambeau. I'll talk to her if she's around."

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out, "Captain Rambeau is unavailable at the moment," she says, carefully choosing her words.

"I can wait," you respond, really trying to be helpful.

"Indefinitely." Her harsh tone tells you this is a conversation for another day.

After a moment she continues with the interrogation, "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Paris," you answer with certainty. Kamala searches on the device, "You're scrolling back an alarming amount, how long ago was Paris?"

"Many years ago," she responds in a quiet voice, a feeling of discouragement taking over you. She begins to read aloud, "Let's see, Paris. Mission to retrieve stolen files. Success. Black Widow." She looks at you when she gets to the last part.

"Yelena," you say, almost like an afterthought.

She gives you a perplexed look, "Natasha."

You accept her correction, "Romanoff."

"You remember her?" You nod in response, "Will you talk to her?" she follows expectantly.

"Absolutely not." Kamala scoffs, "I barely knew her, that's the only mission I ever went on with her. I didn't even live here with them, I had my own home in Louisiana." Your last words peak her interest and she discreetly writes them down.

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Chapter 3

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Blurb request! Valkyrie X female reader, Maybe a lil enemies to lovers action and reader gets injured??

I love enemies to lovers, gonna throw in some pining in here as well.

Pairing: Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, injuries, soothing kisses, flirting pining, injured Reader

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: I have a Valkyrie fic that I've been meaning to post for some time. I'll try to get to it next week.

You groaned, clenching at your side as Bruhilde smugly walked you to her bedroom. "Where the hell are you taking me?" You looked up at her, slightly dizzy from you probably very bruised ribs. "Better be actual hell after this."

"My bedroom actually. As much fun as it would be to you wail in pain and defeat I actually have some decency as a warrior." That might be but her cheerful tone of voice did little to mask how smug she felt about getting a drop on you. "Isn't it about time you gave up on trying to defeat me? You have a pretty face, I hate seeing it get hurt, and even more that it's me doing so."

You rolled your eyes at her feeble attempt at flattery. Brunhilde seemed to be rather fond of catching you off guard with these compliments, its how this injury happened in the first place. Curse her and her pretty eyes and... kissable mouth.

"Fuck you." You push through the big door, untangling yourself from her arms and scanning the room for weapons, of which there were plenty. As expected from a King and a Valkyrie.

"Right now? I don't know, you don't seem to be in the shape for it sweetheart." She closed the door behind her, didn't lock it, after all you were still enemies and she'd hate for you to feel trapped here. "Take off your clothes."

"Wh-what?!" Suddenly any plan you had of destroying her was thrown out the window, "Why would I do that? You..." A painful wince passed across your face when you crossed your arms over yoursef.

"To take a better look at your injuries. I won't touch too much. Besides we've been fighting for a while, I've already had my handfuls of you." Her wink didn't help any in getting you to relax, in fact in only made you more weary of her approaching you.

"Is fighting and fucking the same to you?" Somehow you suspected you knew what she'd say.

Brunhilde shrugged with indifference, "The both start with an F and they leave me feeling good. So yeah, kinda." Unbelievable. And this was your number one opponent? Maybe you were the sorry one after all, "If it hurts I can help."

"No! No, no, you look away, I'll take care of myself." Or you could just ambush her when she turned her back. That was also an option that started to appeal to you more and more.

"Take care of yourself while I'm not looking? People usually ask me to look. Out of respect for our long rivalry, I'll do what you want." She raised her hands up where could see them and turned her back to you. Her too damn sexy, muscular back. The whole time you were taking off your shirt and armor you couldn't stop staring at her. Only to be caught doing it, "Telling me not to look, yet here you are, looking. I'd call you a bad girl but, I think that's what you secretly want."

There she goes again, flirting so shamesly with you. You hated it, yet it made your heart flutter and momentarily forget the pain you were in. Until she approached and pressed her fingers against your bruised rib, "When I imagined the two of us in my bedroom this really isn't what I had in mind." Her eyes shining with barely hidden meaning, making you weak in the knees, making you sit down on the edge of the bed, "I would love to take my time with you, see what different noises you'd make for me." By some invisible force you actually followed her hand as she pressed her thumb over your lips and pulled away, "I think you'd like it too. We don't have to hurt each other you know, we could settle this ways equally as fun but less painful. Unless that's something you're into."

Your bottom lip trembled before you pulled it between your teeth. She must be cheating somehow, to have this much power over you in here, while out there you wanted to tear her apart, "Shut up. Just get me fixed up so I can leave."

"Is that what you want?" No. It wasn't. Not anymore.

"Yeah." This was fine. As soon as you saw her on the battlefield again you were sure these strange, warm, all-consuming feelings would vanish. You just needed to stick this out. To let Brunhilde touch you with care, with careful caresses that made you want to melt into her.

"You're a bad liar sweetheart, very bad." Warm lips pressed on the corner of your own, shocking you, almost making you scoot away if it weren't for that feeling at the pit of your stomach telling you to stay, "Lucky you I like bad girls."

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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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PLEASE BRO IF YOUR DOING REQUESTS,

Can you please do yandere!possessive!gp!valkryie, where her and reader had a huge argument and reader storms out leaving Valkyrie alone. Later coming home Valkyrie rails the shit out of reader in front of a mirror because valkryie followed reader to a bar where she saw a man flirt reader (she OFC kills the dude when he reader leaves.)

PLEASE BRO IVE ASKED SO MANY PPL (no hate to anybody I've asked, I love you all 💞)

GONE, BUT NOT FOR LONG

PAIRINGS: Valkyrie x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,821

WARNINGS: smut, Valkyrie has a dick, blowjobs, cunnilingus, killing, murder, dark!valkyrie, knives, king!valkyrie, fingering, facials, breeding, noncon, jealousy, possessiveness, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Run. Keep running. That’s all that ran through your mind as you sped away from the large building where you used to sleep peacefully, that was until you found out the truth, until you realized your lover had been lying to you all along.

She was the king, one respected by many, if not all. Citizens trusted her with their lives yet she kept her disguise, taking away the innocence of others as she cut them short of breathing. The man didn’t deserve that, no matter what he did to annoy her, he didn’t deserve to die. He could’ve had a family, children wondering when their dad would come home, only to have him stripped away to never see again.

You always knew Valkyrie had a jealous side to her, some would even call it possessiveness. But you never thought it would go this far.

Earlier on you had planned on surprising the woman at work, hoping she’d still be in her office for lunch instead of skipping like usual. You always warned her of the health concerns that came with ignoring meals, but she never listened, stating she was often times ‘too busy to remember’. And you wished when you entered that was what greeted you, your girlfriend hunched over a pile of papers on her desk, only it was far from that.

When you entered, a small grin on your face and a container in your hands, you were greeted with the sight of Valkyrie holding a knife to a man’s neck who was begging for forgiveness. Your feet planted in your spot as you gasped, mouth falling wide open while the older woman snapped her head in your direction.

“Please-“ The man cried out behind his gag, only to have the sharp object slit his skin open, causing blood to ooze out of his rapidly until he fell limp to the floor.

“Baby? Baby, it’s alright, he was a very, very bad man, okay? He had this coming.” She tried reaching out for you, handing the blade to one of her bodyguards who took it without hesitation, the rest of them already starting to clean up the mess she made. You backed away, wincing from her near touch alone. You knew she loved you and would never hurt you, but what if that changed? What if she did hurt you someday? She often got mad when she was jealous, what if it went so far one day and she tried to hurt you?

“Don’t touch me!” Your eyes were glossed over and she gulped fearfully at the sight, she wasn’t one to be afraid or scared, but knowing she caused those tears was what scared her the most. It scared her of herself, of what she could do.

“It’s me, love, I’m not going to hurt you.” But how could you trust that? How could you trust that she’d keep you safe when she just killed an innocent person right in front of your eyes?

“Look, he- he deserved it! I had to keep you safe-“

“Don’t you dare put this on me, I am not the one who held a knife to his neck and slit his fucking throat! I don’t even know his name, for Christ's sake!” She seemed to be growing more and more agitated as you continued to ignore her words, and chose to believe your own instead. You didn’t understand, you didn’t understand the things she had to do to keep you safe.

“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I wanted to kill him? No, but I knew he couldn’t roam free after what he did to you, what if he tried on someone else, huh? Would you let him have forgiveness then?” In all honesty, she wanted to do it. She found herself being filled with joy whenever she got to end the life of one of her victims. She had no idea what was wrong with her, she knew it wasn’t normal but she couldn’t stop, it just felt so good.

When there was no response spewing out of your mouth, she decided to take the next step and brought a single foot forward, letting her palms caress your face as she smiled, you didn’t pull away. Although, she noticed the small flinch but chose to ignore it.

“Guards,” She called for the attention of the tall men, all of them turning their heads in her direction. “Please exit the premises, and take the body with you.” They nodded and did as asked without question, you wondered if this was a normal occurrence for them.

“Awh, don’t cry, pretty girl, Daddy didn’t mean to upset you.” She pouted at your frightened expression, chuckling darkly when you sniffled.

“See the things I’d do for my little girl? I’d die for you, I’d kill for you, doesn’t that mean something?” You shook your head rapidly, trying your best to escape her grasp until she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist.

“Don’t think you’re leaving me, sweetheart.” You wiggled around hopelessly, knowing deep down there was no chance in hell you’d disobey her.

“Let me go! Please, Val, please!” She groaned, kissing the side of your neck, even when you tried to hit your head on hers as the only option left.

“Mm, I like it when you beg me, baby. Turns me on so much.” She pulled you in closer by the hips, letting you feel the growing bulge hidden beneath her suit. It stopped you in your tracks, shuddering quietly as she grinded against you.

“I know you’re mad, so why don’t you let me make it up to you, okay? Can I do that?” You shook your head with a whine, feeling your body weaken the more you wasted your energy trying to escape.

“Too bad. You have no idea how I need this, I’ve been so frustrated all week, working nonstop, don’t you want to help Daddy?” Trying to disagree took all the willpower you had left because you knew you wanted it, no matter how much you said you didn’t. You wanted her to fuck you deep and raw, showing no mercy on your weeping cunt. It was as if she could read your mind because she quickly turned you around, pressing your back against her front while her free hand ran down your stomach to your core, letting her fingers dip inside your pants.

“Don’t try and run from me, there’s nowhere you can go.” The only place you ever knew were her arms, and each time you’d come racing into them, desperate for her to have any sense of hold on you. She was captivating your mind with her as her fingers ran across your folds, collecting your slick and creating a shiny glow as she pulled them out to show you.

“I think you’ve been lying to me, sweetheart, I think you like me killing in your favor.” She grinned when you struggled to come up with a response, only shaking your head no in hopes she’d believe it. But, truthfully, you didn’t believe your lie either.

“Every lie you tell me is only going to add to your already long list of punishments. So, tell me, did you like watching me slit his throat? Is that what made you this wet? Hm?” You gave in, accepting your fate as you succumbed to the feeling of her skin rubbing onto yours.

“Yes- I fucking loved it, Val.” She slapped the side of your ass and tsked in disapproval, causing shame to rise in your chest.

“Try again.” She hummed, letting a singular digit prod gently at your hole, teasing you with her soft nature that you knew would soon be replaced by something darker.

“I loved it, Daddy..” You muttered, nearly choking on your breath as she entered you. Before you could even think, a second finger joined, causing you to whimper loudly.

“Gotta stretch you out for my cock, baby.” She stated. “I fuck you every day yet you’re still so damn tight, such a dirty slut you are.” Came her spoken words followed by a deep, hungry groan.

“Just for you, I’m your slut.” You seemed to be chasing for her approval by now, blushing from every noise that left her hot mouth. You’ve always been such a good girl for her, that’s what she adored most about you.

“That’s right. Daddy’s little slut, maybe I should mark you with it so you know just who you belong to.” In an instant you were pushed to your knees, her legs kicking the back of yours and causing you to fall as she finally removed herself from your tight hole. She looked down at you with hunger before you turned to face her, pleading with your eyes only while she stroked your cheek, her slick-covered digits seeping into your mouth as you suckled on them gently.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You nuzzled your face against her crotch where her restricted hard-on poked you. She was teasing you, she knew that.

“You want Daddy’s cock? Yeah? Of course, you do, little bitch.” You lowered her minimal clothing when given permission and gasped when noticing a small wet spot where her pre-cum had leaked. You were practically dripping when she finally freed herself of the uncomfortable gear, sighing with satisfaction as you reached forward to pull down the boxers she adorned, freeing her length to the fresh air. You instantly wrapped your hand around it, letting your lips press against the head repeatedly until you dragged your tongue up and down the skin.

“Oh- fuck! Mhm, just like that, take it, baby.” She tangled her fingers in your hair and thrusted forward while pulling you even closer, chuckling at the sound of your gags bouncing off the walls. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let her take control, moving your palms to fondle her balls.

“This is all your fault, Y/N. If you weren’t so fucking perfect, maybe I wouldn’t have had to hurt him. Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn sexy, you wouldn’t have to be choking on my dick right now.” You didn’t want it any other way, this was truly heaven.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat- shit! You’re gonna swallow it all, right?” You nodded as best as you could with her still in your mouth, watching as she threw her head back before releasing her finish, her juices reaching your tastebuds instantly. She held you in place, forcing you to keep still and follow in on your promise. Droplets tended to dribble down your chin and to your neck, but you refused to let any go to waste.

She pulled out soon after, slapping her length against your face and smothering your skin in her release. You licked your lips and tasted the sweet nectar, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest.

“Get on all fours and face the mirror.” It wasn’t a request as much as it was a demand. In her eyes, you didn’t have a choice, you were to follow her lead and trust her every move, which you found yourself doing over the course of your relationship.

“Good girl, you listen so well.” She kneeled behind you and smacked your ass with force, causing you to wince as your body reacted with only a deeper amount of pleasure.

“Daddy-“ You were cut off with a moan, biting your lip to try and stifle the sound but she still heard.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Do it again…please?” She complied, repeating her action and admiring your ass jiggled in response. She left a kiss to the burning skin and you smiled when she didn’t stop, layering each inch of your body until she reached your hole once again. Her tongue drew circles on your swollen bud before dipping inside of you. Your hands balled into tight fists as you watched your reaction through the mirror, glancing back and forth at your girlfriend's already hardened cock. It was so easy to mess with her, she would fall for anything you did and would give you anything you wanted.

“Taste so good, so perfect.” Slurping sounds came from behind you until she was bringing you to the edge, your body already overstimulated from the previous actions.

Right as you were about to sink into your orgasm, she pulled away, lining her length up with your entrance and using your wetness as a form of lube. Your breath got caught in your throat at the intrusion while her eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your walls clamping around her tip.

“That feel good? Hm? You like it when I stretch you out just for me?” You nodded while screaming out agreements, the fear of her guards hearing you not even seeming to register like usual as you just focused on her. On how she made you feel. On how she bombarded you with overwhelming excitement by just being her.

“You fit so well around me, it’s like you were made for me.” In her mind and soul, she knew it was true. The moment she met you she knew she had to have you as her own, you were made for her as she was for you. You were hers, every part of you belonged to her and she’d never let you believe otherwise. Either you’d spend your life with her or yours would come to a short, she wouldn’t be able to live knowing you were being loved by another.

“Yes! You fuck me s-so good, I need more, please!” Your breasts bounced with each thrust she sent, now being buried deep inside of you while her pelvis smacked against your backside, creating a loud clapping sound that echoed throughout the room.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum, have you leaking just so I can fuck it back into you.” The image made you shudder, goosebumps traveling down your skin. Her fingers came to wrap around your hair as she yanked hard, her other hand finding place on your waist and holding onto you with a bruising grip.

“You close, princess?”

“Mhm, so close.” You whispered, tossing your head back even further until it laid on her shoulder. Her tits were rested against your back, her swollen nipples poking your skin in a teasing manner.

“Too bad.” You were meeting her thrusts as she continued to quicken, causing you to look sloppy and weak compared to her. Her bulging biceps made way to your vision, and you nearly came just from the sight.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t stop it-“ You were close to breaking her most important rule if she kept denying you. You tried your absolute best, but that’s all you could do.

“I wanna hear you beg for it.”

“I’ll do anything, please, just let me cum. I-l promise I’ll be good- ah! I’m sorry, I c- can’t hold back, Daddy.” She whispered a singular word into your ear and gazed into your eyes through the mirror, watching as your orgasm came crashing down over you. Suddenly, you felt warm liquid releasing deep inside of you, but you were too weak to fight it.

“No-“ Whimpers washed over you before you could push her away, your body becoming limp as your legs shook.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, baby, that way you can never leave me again.” She licked her lips and caressed your breasts with her palms, tweaking your nipples until she had you crying out.

“Now you’ll be mine forever.”

She let you rest in the bed and when you awoke, you were greeted with nothing but silence. You assumed she was working once again, and instead of being sad, you used that to your advantage. Packing your limited amount of clothes and resources quickly into a bag you planned on leaving, escaping from her wrongful actions and beliefs, and starting a new life of your own, one that would be forced as hidden from the public.

You seemed to be able to sneak past most without them recognizing you or realizing something was wrong. Then, your engine roared as it started and you instantly took off. You hoped Valkyrie hadn’t put a chip in it with how protective she was, but you couldn’t care as you drove far away until you weren’t able to see the Asgardian City sign anymore.

You sighed in relief, thinking you were free. But you didn’t know what was going on back in the large building where your girlfriend sat, watching through the cameras she installed in her vehicle in case something like this ever happened. She smirked, already planning what she was going to do with you in her head.

“Guards,” She started, earning their full attention, “Give them some time to think their free. Then, kidnap them, mask and all. Hopefully, then they’ll see how much they need me to keep them safe.”

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shadowdaddies · 3 months

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Could I please request angst to fluff Nesta x Reader? I love your fics so much and have read them all multiple times ❤️

thank you so much love! I love writing for Nesta💜

What I Am is Yours

Nesta x Reader

Gwyn landed a right hook square in your jaw, bringing you out of the daze you’d been in. Grabbing the bone through your boxing glove, you gave her a bewildered expression, the Valkyrie giving you a knowing shrug before her knowing smirk turned towards Nesta.

Your heart sank as you watched the stunning female in talks with one of the Illyrian warlords, looking down her nose at him as the male shrunk under her gaze. You smiled knowingly, admiring Nesta’s raw power as the Lord bowed to her influence, admitting his defeat in whatever argument they were having.

As if alerted by a sixth sense, Nesta turned towards where you stood, silver-blue eyes trained on you for a long moment. She strode towards you with her long legs, amusement in her eyes as she stopped near where you and Gwyn were sparring. She focused on you, and the world stopped in that moment as you braced yourself for what you craved most: her attention on you.

Crossing her arms, Nesta nodded towards your hips. “You’re off center. Keep it up with that form, and your opponent will knock you off your feet in no time.” Her piercing gaze landed on your cheekbone. “And you’re distracted. Looks like Berdara already landed a solid hit.”

With that, Nesta strode away towards the next set of sparring partners, leaving your heart and pride fractured.

Gwyn’s soft voice rang out from next to you. “You should talk to her, you know. Let her know how you feel.”

You scoffed at those teal eyes, the way they looked on you with pity. “Why would I waste my time? She clearly doesn’t feel the same. You’ve seen how cold she is towards me. I swear she hates me,” you rambled, face turning red in anger and frustration as you squared up to Gwyn.

Gwyn gave you a deadpan stare, eyes flicking between you and the silvery-blue that you were unaware watched you from behind, drawn to you too often for their own liking. Gwyn squared up, smirking as she wrung out her hands.

“Sure, whatever you say. Just do something about this... tension you have. It’s unbearable for the rest of us.” You swung at her, the beautiful red-head effortlessly blocking your fist, giggling with amusement as you danced around the mat.

“That’s time for training today, everyone. Stretch out your muscles and get out of here. I’ll see all of you tomorrow,” Nesta called, nodding at each passing Valkyrie as they left the training ring.

You stayed in the corner, chatting with Gwyn about stopping by the library to grab a book this afternoon when you realized it was only the two of you and Nesta left. Nesta seemed to relax as she recognized the same, her posture softening as she made her way to where you stood with Gwyn by the water station.

Gwyn’s gaze followed yours over her shoulder, mirthful eyes twinkling as she watched the blush of your cheeks grow. “Nesta! We were just talking about the new Sellyn Drake novel,” Gwyn greeted cheerfully.

Nesta looked at you, bemused at the subject of choice. “Well Gwyn, if you have a copy, I’d love to read it,” Nesta responded, and you realized Gwyn’s plan.

The young priestess twirled her braid, a bright smile highlighting her striking features. “Oh, well... My only copy has already been promised for today-“ Gwyn paused, gesturing to you. “But I’m sure the two of you can work out an exchange, or read it together! That reminds me, I have to be going or Merrill will be on my case again,” Gwyn laughed, rushing away and out of the training area to leave you alone with Nesta.

“I didn’t realize that you were a fan of Sellyn Drake,” Nesta hummed, taking a seat on the bench by your side, motioning for you to do the same. You took a seat, muscles stiff as you grew nervous. “You’ve been distracted lately. That bruise could be much worse if Gwyn were better in hand-to-hand,” Nesta teased.

Her smile faded as she took in your expression, the way you chewed your lip, folding in on yourself as your thoughts wandered to just how obvious you had become with your feelings about Nesta. Her hand found your chin, lifting your gaze to hers.

The moment you dared to look into her eyes, the emotions that had welled up inside of you broke like a dam, words flowing from your mouth faster than you could register. “Nesta, I care about you. I mean, I think I love you. And I will get over it, I won’t let this be awkward. I just needed to get that off my chest because I have been holding it in for so long and I need to move on.”

Your eyes filled with tears, lips crumpling into a frown as Nesta watched you, her face unreadable. Her thumb swiped across your lower lip, eyes darkening as she held you in her trance.

“What if I don’t want you to get over me?” she whispered. “What if I feel the same way?” Her thumb dragged down your lip harshly, forefinger curling under your chin as her stare grew heated.

“W-why would you want to be with me?” you whispered, feelings of your inadequacy growing in front of the powerful female who held you, in her grasp in every sense of the term.

Nesta let out a sharp, almost mocking laugh as though the question you posed was ridiculous to her. Her soft hand slid up to cup your cheek, stroking the skin there as her eyes wandered over you, taking her time to appreciate having you to herself. “Why wouldn’t I want you, would be the better question. I’ve held back as long as I could bear, holding onto the rare moments we’ve been able to interact during training or in the library. I am a mess, I am broken and healing. But I feel for you like no one else before.”

Your body heated, warmth spreading through your chest at her confession as you leaned into her touch. Reaching out a hand towards her, you pulled Nesta closer. “Please, don’t hold back anymore,” you whispered, desperate for any piece of her that she would give you.

As though she could read your thoughts, Nesta leaned in, her lips nearly brushing yours. “I do not know that I have much to give, but everything I have, everything I am, is yours,” she breathed, closing the distance between you as her lips molded with yours, the soft warmth of her skin setting a spark alight in your chest as you broke into a smile.

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Treacherous

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

A Torn up Masterpiece

Warnings: Naive R/Fuckboy King V, Summer Fling, heartbroken R.

Smut: King (V), Princess (R), Thigh Riding (R), Oral/Fingering allusion (R).

18 + | Minors DNI

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Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch.—And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands, and I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand...

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One moment you’re entering the hall of the charity gala to rebuild Asgard, wearing a two piece suit that deliciously pushed your breasts over the edge, accentuated your ass, and left your midriff bare. Then the next you’re being pulled from the dance floor to come face to face with the woman you’ve been sleeping with.

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“Princess.,” you smiled softly., “What have I told you about dressing more modestly?,” you pouted instantly., “But, I just wanted to look good for you My King.,” you innocently said, but the glint in your eyes spoke of deviance.

Valkyrie swiveled your bodies around until she could press your body into the cold wall., “Oh, princess you look absolutely delectable.,” she whispered before leaning in to capture your lips., “So much so that now I am neglecting my duties so that I can ravish you as you deserve.”

"Fuck.," you breathily whispered as Valkyrie slipped her thigh in between your parted legs., "That's right princess, use your Kings thigh to get off.," she chuckled as you whined pitifully., "Don't whine now, or you'll remain empty."

Valkyrie's face was smug as your whimpering was now derived from the pleasure you were getting from her muscular leg pressed against your bare cunt., "There you go princess, let me hear how good you feel.," she hotly demanded.

Strong hands held you by your hips, and as your movements grew sloppier she took over., "Such a messy thing you are.,” she chuckled, and your body shivered when her hot breaths smoothed across your skin as her lips found purchase against the column of your throat. With your head thrown back like this it was easy to leave her mark behind, and your loud moans in response to her suckling were her sign that you loved her falsely claiming you.

“My King, I-I need.,” Valkyrie flexed her thigh., “Let go for me princess.,” and just like that your hips momentarily stilled before your body began to convulse from the immense pleasure., “You’re so beautiful when you come undone like this for me honey.,” her lips pressed into yours, she continued to guide you through the after effects of your orgasm while swallowing your every moan until you were breathless.

Once you’d looked to her with a relaxed, yet dopey smile she’d smirked right back., “I don’t know about you princess, but I’m famished.,” you went to agree, and offer to help collect her a plate of food from the gala, but she swiftly dropped to her knees, the words dying on your tongue when she looked up at you with a deep hunger in her eyes., “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Now this is a meal fit for a King.,” she teases while tossing your leg over her shoulder and you whimpered as she leaned in closer to your glistening cunt and blew cold air against your sensitive folds., “I’m going to devour you.”

Gluttony was truly synonymous with royalty, because the betrothed woman remained true to her words as she used her masterful tongue and dexterous fingers to fuck you to sleep…

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This path is reckless...

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The dance you found yourself entangled in with the King of New Asgard was dangerous, but the exhilaration was far too alluring to stop. Every red flag waving before you was ignored, your naive heart leading you astray, and as the Summer progressed the occurrences only became more frequent. To you it was a budding relationship, but to the King it was an already established fling, because affairs of the heart were not something she would engage in.

The woman was a valiant warrior to many, even to you at times, but in the bedroom she was uncharacteristically tender, and maybe that’s where your heart misinterpreted things. Her words were stern whenever she’d remind you of the nature of your affairs, but then as she held your body down, bringing you nothing but flashes of white hot bliss, she was so soft.

Her plump lips, her caresses, and her words always left your heart aching for a permanence. Something she herself recklessly whispered in the heat of the moment, it was unfair to make such promises, but she couldn’t help herself. Every single time—without fail, you’d believe her, it was easy to do when she’d gently clean you up, and cuddle you close after each session.

Then the illusion would fade as she clambered out of your bed, and slipped back into her garb.

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All we are is skin and bone; trained to get along—Forever going with the flow, but you're friction

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"Valkyrie...," the woman hummed as she turned to face you, her hand already on the doorknob., "Please, don't go. Stay the night."

The warrior smiled at you, the gesture worth a thousand, heartbreaking words, and your body crumpled into the mattress as she left without so much as an 'I can't.' You knew what this was when you started it, but deep down inside of you there was this childlike hope telling you that when she 'made love' to you in her tender ways that it always meant more than it did.

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This slope is treacherous... and I, I, I like it

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Valkyrie was an addiction you surely couldn't get enough of, because no matter how many times she left you heartbroken you'd always come crawling back to her for more. Anything she had to offer was greedily appreciated; those long bony fingers of hers that reached depths you'd never imagined anyone finding. Her mouth that did wonders on you every time it ventured to your lower lips, urging your body into a never ending state of blinding bliss, just to recapture your upper swollen pair in a steamy make out afterwards that left you dizzy.

Valkyrie set your heart, and body ablaze in ways you’d honestly never experienced before.

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Two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

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The more you thought about her, the more the urge to seek her out became apparent. Up until now she'd always be the one to come to you, when she needed to blow off steam, or if she saw you at an event in something she deemed worthy of removing. It'd been an entire week since she last left you alone in your bed, but that time came with unwelcome whispers of permanence., "This is it for us princess."

Except, she'd sounded so unsure, as if cutting this off wasn't what she wanted at all, and that's what you were clinging to as you drove to her headquarters with reckless abandon.

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This daydream is dangerous;

This hope is treacherous.

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However, her lack of correspondence should've been enough to deter you from fighting for something destined to end. If it had been maybe you wouldn't be on the verge of tears as you watch the woman escorting another into her office. A veiny hand on her lower back as she whispers something to make her giggle, and you nearly vomit when she looks at you.

Deja vu, that's what this is, because only just a few months back, as the Summer heat had began to set in she'd done this with you.

There was a flash of something in her eyes, but it was gone before you could place it, maybe it was remorse, but then she smirked, and your heart shattered as the door to her office closed with a subsequent thud, and a wanton moan.

All the deceptive warmth you felt earlier faded as you walked back to your car, the wind was harsher than before, and leaves fell before you. Autumn was here, the painful chill seeping into your every bone a telltale sign, perfectly timed you think. It was tauntingly reminiscent of the one that was now encasing your naive heart.

As you drove away, occasionally wiping the tears from your cheeks you hoped that feelings would fade just as fast as the seasons change...

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This slope is treacherous

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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RoR Incorrect quotes#114 Backstory

Poseidon*Walked off to reunite with his brothers, entering the lounge and sitting down gazing at the fight that's to come*...

Zeus: Brother? You seem deep in thought...*Waves his hand over Poseidon face...expecting to get hit in the head for doing that*...woah

Poseidon*Not paying attention, Dazed*...

Poseidon remembers his past with you...he almost can see himself back in the past

DP Y/n*Is upside down from a tree branch, looking down at Poseidon who is reading a book under the tree shade*...Did you know diarrhea is hereditary?

Poseidon*Frowns and looks up at you with an annoyed gaze*What-

DP Y/n: Yeah...it runs in your JEANS~

Poseidon*Deadpan stares, but looks down at the book to hide the edges of his lips lifted up*Hehm...

DP Y/n:HEHE!~*knows what he is doing*

Poseidon*Turning his body so his back is facing you*That is so goddamn stupid...

DP Y/n:YOU LAUGHED MOTHERFUCKER~*poking his back*

Poseidon: I didn't laugh.

DP Y/n:YES YOU DID!

Poseidon: Fuck im losing it...*Grabbed your arm that was poking him and pulled into his lap so he can return to reading with warm body heat*

Then Poseidon's memory shifts to the moment that ended it all...

DP Y/n: You lied to me! Just to get back to that other woman!

Poseidon: Don't you understand? You're the other woman

DP Y/n: No! You're dating me!? She's the other woman! And I thought...I thought this was all going so well

Poseidon: Look,...This just can't work

DP Y/n: Why not?... Who is the judge of that!

Poseidon: Listen, under different circumstances, well, who knows? But we're just too different. I mean, you're mortal!

DP Y/n: You should've thought about that before you asked me to be yours!

Poseidon: Why can't you understand? It was a mistake!?-I would never marry you!?-...*Realized his mistake too late as he saw you stopped moving*

Back with Present Poseidon

Poseidon*Feeling a gaping hole in his chest...that pressures the air out of his chest*...

Lux*Putting in the background a song*...

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep~ The other woman will never have his love to keep~-

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moeyes · 1 year

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“things that matter” ♡ | nikola tesla

pairing: nikola tesla x gn. reader

warnings: 4.8k words, afterlife au, pre-ror development, fluff, established relationship, far distance relationship issues, angst with a happy ending, slow build-up, soft make-out sessions

synopsis: your lover, consumed by his conquest for a massive breakthrough in his studies, loses sight of the people around him that matter– especially you.

HIS WORK, AND NOTHING MORE-- A COMMON PHRASE USED BY NIKOLA WHEN DESCRIBING HIS PASSIONS. It was one of the very things that you adored about your lover; indeed, his overwhelming devotion to whatever he puts his mind to. Hearing in excruciating details the discoveries Nikola has made so far, along with what he intends to do in the future. He never rushed his perfection, taking his time analyzing each and every component of a plan to make sure everything is executed flawlessly. No matter how much time it took him, he would spend every fiber of his being to complete it.

It was always a sight to see him dancing around his lab with the equations and models that he scribbled down with a dull chalk bud used relentlessly. Nikola's eyes would always be brimming with purest form of fascination when he figured out an answer to his dilemmas, as if it were a gift that he's been given. Mozart's symphonies would echo throughout the hall on his record player, playing for long spans of time whenever he was too focused on the task at hand to change it.

There were even instances where Nikola pushed his body to the extreme, leaving him to feel lethargic from the lack of food and sleep. You had grown used to taking care of him during those times, pampering him with his favorite meals and resting the rest of the day away. Majority of the time, Nikola recognized the limits that his body held, but there was one particular research project that spiraled him down into passing out. You could recall everything that transpired that day. The sheer fright of how pale his skin looked, how his cheeks have thinned, and how his eyebags had darkened, creating semi-permanent indentations around his eyes.

Bringing him from off the floor, you eased him down onto his desk chair, propping up his body to where he wasn't uncomfortable. Fetching some water and a clean cloth, you started with dipping the cloth into the bowl, squeezing out the excess water before dabbing the wet fabric onto his face to wake Nikolas. You repeated the process for a few cycles before you noticed him beginning to wake. At that moment, you knew you couldn't hold your tongue with the way he was treating his body. "You mustn't push your body to the brink of exhaustion, dearest! Seeing you as a workaholic husk instead of the vivacious and hungry man fueled by his desire to create, to help others concerned me to no end."

It was as if you were scolding a child as the words poured feverishly past your lips. Fist clenched and shoulders squared, you held your ground on the matter, yet you couldn't make yourself glare at his disheveled frame. No, your gaze softened as you knelt down to Nikola's seated body, pressing the gentlest of kisses to his calloused fingertips to his bruised knuckles. "I love how attentive you are to your career as an inventor, but you can't drown yourself in the storm of ideas you constantly have brewing in your head. You need to establish a balance between your work and your well-being."

Nikola placed his hand over yours, letting your words sink in and permeate in his head. He always hated being wrong, but he couldn't deny that your words held the truth. What he hated even more was seeing you in such a distraught state of mind, worrying over him. His thumb rubbed circles across the joints of your fingers, as if you were the one who needed comforting.

"I'm sorry, my love. There's no need to fret over me any longer." He said, his voice low and raspy instead of his usual bombastic volume he emitted wherever he went. "I'm always going to worry about you because I care. I just don't want you to drown yourself in your work." Blue eyes that made even the clearest of skies pale in comparison stared down at you dully, lacking the luster that once made them sparkle. You cup the side of his face tenderly, raising his head from its slumped state.

"Just... Promise me you'll try to take better care of yourself?" Nikola didn't respond with words; instead, he leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss to your temple. His hands clung onto your top, the fabric being dug into by his hands. Your usual perfume filled his nostrils, a scent that even in the deepest of trances can bring some awareness for him. More than anything in this very moment, Nikola wanted the company that he isolated himself from for far too long. "I'll try, just promise you'll be patient with me." There was no question on the matter, you knew that you would always wait for him, because you were indubitably in love with him.

Even in death, as your soul became your sentient being, your final form, you stayed by his side. Both of you appearing in your prime, his tousled back hair to his vibrant blue eyes, he was just as how you remembered him. Holding the same vigor he carried throughout his past life, he worked even harder within a world that had no limitations in the pursuit of his studies. With newfound access to creators from timelines both in the past and future, he was able to converse with some of the brightest minds from across history. understanding what was once foreign to him.

Of course, Nikola made a greater effort in spending time with you as well. Apart from his fast-paced ramblings and frantic pacing throughout the new workspace he had created with you, Nikola explored things outside the realm of science, things of your interest. Showing you grand gestures by creating little trinkets and décor that made him think of you, scheduling days away from his job to devote that time to you and you alone-- whether it be simply appreciating one another's company or taking you out to sightsee areas that he believed you would like. Seeing him take into mind what you've said in the past, seeing him make an effort after spending countless years with one another, was touching. You knew how much being an inventor meant to Nikola, and in no way would you ever try to take that away from him.

Just as much as he compromised for you, you made sure to reciprocate the same notion to him. There would be times where it stretched for days where you wouldn't hear from him, seeing as he close himself off into his lab like a hermit when the latest idea that he had needed to be fulfilled. Little notes would be transferred between the two of you in these moments to reassure one another that you were doing alright with the use of a robotic pigeon named Regis that he created for this sole purpose. It was miraculous how lively the animatronic acted, almost like she were your pet bird. Whenever she wasn't sending messages between the both of you, she would keep you company during the time Nikola couldn't.

And no matter what, in the end of his grueling sessions, you were always the first for Nikola to sought after, showing you the fruit of all of his hard work, going into depth for every specific detail and purpose for what each mechanic served. To tie it all together, he would always pull you into his embrace, peppering kisses all along your face as you would giggle at his antics. Everything in your "life" with Nikola was going smoothly, and you wouldn't trade it for the world, but even in the afterlife, things can't be harmonious forever. There were rumors uprising about the Gods consulting about an event called Ragnarök occurring, and out of all the billions of people that could've been chosen, Nikola Tesla was one of the thirteen warriors drafted to fight for humanity.

You knew there was no swaying Nikola from carrying out with this request, no matter how much your heart yearned for him to refuse, to back down this once, so he could stay with you. He was too stubborn, too prideful about his intelligence in what science has to shoe to ever step down; in fact, you swore that he was elated to be picked for the duel, eyes brimming inexplicably bright as the sides of his mouth twitched upwards. For how long you've known Nikola, it's amazing how he still manages to baffle you every once in a while. What was no surprise, though, was how quickly he went to work afterwards, sparring no time for civilities any longer, for he had work to do.

"There's no time to lose," He dressed himself quickly, rushing from out the bedsheets to gather some of his most needed equipment to bring along with him. Where he was exactly going, neither of you knew, but he was told that he would be escorted to a private chambers later in the day via letter. "I will ensure that Regis stays with you. I don't know when I'll see you next." He looked at you, watching the twitch of your lips as you tried your best to hold a smile. "I know." Nikola knew that you understood the gravitation of the situation, it just didn't make it any easier to part from one another. "I'm a sorry excuse of a lover. I know, time and time again, I don't deserve someone as understanding as you are, but please wait for me."

You shook your head at his self-degrading, disapproving of any of the claims that he had made about himself. "I always will, Nikola." Affirming your words with a kiss to his lips, you relished the feeling of his smooth lips, the stale taste of whiskey lingering when you parted away from him. Making sure that neither of you could forget the feeling of each other, Nikola brought his lips back onto yours, this time, holding the notion for longer. His gloved thumb cupped the side of your jaw, controlling the pace.

He kissed you as if it would be his last, sharing to you what could not be expressed through words, before he pulled away, eyes lulling over you. Exhaling through your nose, you pecked the corner of his mouth before moving away. "Let's finish up quickly. Maybe we'll have time for a drink afterwards." Nikola offered, grinning in your direction before he turned to work on a section of his lab, next to you. The time spent getting his items packed together was short, but you spent it as close as you possibly could to each other until he had to depart.

Brunhilde, the eldest of the Valkyrie sisters, was quick to usher Nikola into a space where he could concur his masterpiece alongside the most brilliant minds within history, locked away to handle his own devices. You knew you wouldn't be seeing Nikola for a while, hearing him discuss all the varying thoughts he had stored up in that magnificent mind of his, nor have him hold you during nightfall, where the warmth of his body would ease you to sleep. This situation was bigger than you, and he had his wondrous destiny to triumph over, so you had to be strong. You had to conceal your emotions on the matter, and support him as best as you could from the sidelines.

Time seemed to pass effortlessly over the span of weeks, going on two months, and you hadn't heard a peep from Nikola. It was as if he had disappeared off the very face of the Earth, and you had no means of finding him. Patience was becoming something you couldn't afford, no matter how much you attempted to coax yourself into whatever ideas you'd like to believe was true. There was no evidence to support any of your claims, anything your imagination manifested for the sake of comfort, and knowing that made you impatient. The only communication line you had has now been severed, and your only hope was that one of your little friends could reach out to him, or someone that could get you to him.

"Please try and find him for me, Regis. I need to know that he's doing okay." Your desperate whispers were weak as you cradled the metallic bird within your trembling hands. The request was tied to one of its hindlimbs, a shriveled up note lacking any of the flair that you would typically put in. It was a pathetic excuse of a request to see him, at the earliest convenience, to whoever had the capability to hear your woes and help out. You watched as Regis's intricate wings flapped, before leaving the window of your chambers until she was out of sight. With taking account of Regis's speed, she could locate Nikola within the span of a few hours, if his lab was in close distance.

All you could in that time was clean yourself up, changing from out of the days old clothing that had been left on your back to change into something much more presentable for the public eye. Combing out the tangles in your hair that you had refused to have taken care of any earlier and brushing your teeth until all the plaque buildup had been scrubbed away. You tried to recall the moment you fell out of your daily routines of self care, being about for days ago when the an entire two months had passed with no words exchanged with Nikola. Of course, you had your friends, but you wanted the company of your lover, you had to see him, or at least hear him. This was the longest you had gone without seeing him, or without one of those little notes he would send you to show you that he was at least still functioning.

You didn't want to disturb him, but you wished that he reached out first to let you know that he was okay, and that he longed to see you just as much as you do now. You blink away the tears that attempted to gloss over your eyes-- no, you wouldn't cry, even though thinking about the loss of contact hurt. Reminiscing over what was instead of how things are now made things easier for a time, but they were no permanent solution by any means. Once you were finished tidying yourself up, you occupied the time by going throughout the piles of notes that he had composed throughout his projects, his handwriting surprisingly eloquent for how fast he jotted everything down. Even throughout his scattered thoughts, you were a sidenote on every few pages, seeing Nikola's deepest desires to be beside you used as a motivation to work even harder.

Sometimes you were a footnote on the side, but then there were others where thoughts of you would take up the entirety of a page. If something was used to quell your anxious thoughts of how much importance you are to him, the hundreds of pages that you were on made all the doubt you once held wash away the more you buried yourself into his writing. Digging deeper and deeper into every stack that you could get your hands on, you saw how much he cared, and that in the stretched out times that you were apart, even now, still took a toll on him too. Despite feeling so bitter initially, so lost as to where you stand with Nikola, you nearly forgot the type of man your dearest was.

Nikola Tesla was a lover unlike any other, one who was so devoted that his eyes never strayed to another, one who once makes a promise never backs down from it. His resolve was strong, which was probably one of the very reasons he was chosen to fight for humanity. This wasn't something that should make you upset, it should be something that makes you proud of all of his efforts being recognized by the Gods. If that isn't a feat in itself, then you didn't know what was. You smiled to yourself, one that was genuine, for the first time in what felt like weeks. "Nikola, wait for me just a little bit longer. I'm on my way." You declared aloud, your voice echoing throughout the domed space, before proceeding to examine more of his research entries as Mozart played in your ears.

"My, I never thought I would have the opportunity to examine the mad scientist's before-death work for myself." A feminine voice jested, one that sounded quite familiar to your ears. You whipped your head around, surprised by the unexpected intrusion on your privacy. Brunhilde, someone you didn't quite trust, waltz right past your locked door to stand right in front of you. "How did you-" "Valkyries have a lot of things that humans don't. Anyway, it's of no importance right now," It was clear that she wasn't going to elaborate any more on the whole "breaking-in" spiel, but you couldn't help but be curious by her sudden arrival. "There was a creation of Tesla's, a bird who approached me with a request made by you." Revealing the now crumpled note that she was holding onto, you were relieved to see that Regis was able to reach out to someone in power over the whole event.

"I wish to see Nikola. I know he's busy, so I'm grateful for any amount of time I'm able to spend with him," Your cheeks flushed deeper with each word you spoke, but you knew it was what you wanted more than anything else. "Has he been taking care of himself? I hope he hasn't been drowning himself in alcohol to keep up." Muttering the last part under your breath, you glanced towards her hopefully. With all the commotion going around, it would make sense if Brunhilde didn't have the time to check up on him daily, but she was the last one you saw interact with him. You figured she had to know something about his whereabouts. "Tesla has been well; in fact, he's been outworking all of his other colleagues, staying up for hours on end."

You chuckled at the thought, recalling yourself placed in a familiar situation with Tesla. Multiple different occurrences, each with their own story to tell. Times where you would escort him to bed, others where you provided him company when the moon was high-strung and vibrant. You could go on, and on with the stories you had to share, but now simply wasn't the time. "That sounds like him. For a man who a go with only an hour of sleep, it's incredible how he always manages to outpace everyone." You couldn't stop the smile from breaking out on your lips as you gazed back down at the last paper you were holding, one dedicated to you. "You care for him deeply." Brunhilde said in a matter-of-fact tone, fingertips grazing over the stray papers scattered across his desk as she made her way to you.

"He is always in my thoughts," You paused, grip tightening on the sheet of paper in your hands. "I'm surrounded by every little thing that reminds me of him. It's amazing how thinking of someone can make a person so happy, yet so sad at the same time." She hummed softly at your words, her walking ceasing when she made her way 'round the lab until she was right in front of you. "I can bring you to him. I believe Tesla seeing you will improve his work ethic significantly." Oh, so she did gain something out of helping you with your request, but it was of no matter. What did was that you wouldn't have to waste a second more wallowing in your loneliness, because you would be with him. "I would love nothing more than to see him."

Brunhilde flashed a smile in your direction, beckoning you with a wave of her hand. Without hesitation, you followed her without second thought out of the room to as she lead you out of your home, out to an area you didn't recognize. There were so many questions you wanted to ask her, but a part of you assumed that Brunhilde wasn't the type to share all of her cards to anyone she didn't trust. Deciding that it would be best to ask Nikola his perspective when you had the chance, you kept your mouth shut as you continued to walk alongside her in silence. Being graced with the enormous arena structure that replicated the common Greek architecture, you marveled at the sight for a moment, before realizing that she continued to walk within the open hallways.

Venturing throughout this place was most certainly a workout in itself. Various corridors and stairs to escalate, you began to wonder how it was so easy for Brunhilde to keep such a consistent pace with all the walking you had to do to get around. "Don't worry, we're almost there." She suddenly informed you, as if she was able to read your mind. Maybe it was the telltale signs of the way you struggled to keep her pace, with every one step she made, you had to take two. Nodding at her words, you noticed her turn a sharp corner, leading towards a padlocked door. It resembled the type that would be in action novels where a big heist would take place, overbearing and intimidating to the eye. "He's in here?" Your heart was beginning to pace much faster than before, hands becoming clammy at the thought as you looked ahead, thoughts racing, and every single one of them about Nikola.

"Yes, he is. Are you ready?" Brunhilde glanced over at you through her peripheral vision, her hand already placed down on the scanner that allowed her access into the sealed off space. "I have been for quite sometime now-- I can't even contain my excitement." You exhaled, drawing it out longer to really feel like this was happening. You could feel the burning in your muscles for the far out walk that had to be made, but everything about the destination and finally being reunited all felt so surreal to the point where it was hard to decipher if this was true. The door whirled in recognition to the Valkyrie, the gigantic handles spinning automatically until another machine peered out. She followed it, head tilting upwards to where her eyes were visible enough for the machine to process. A beeping sound rung out in confirmation, causing the door to swing open, granting both of you access inside.

A short tunnel proceeded soon after, filled to the brim with different pipelines going all throughout the walls, emitting a fluorescent glow from all corners. "He did all that?" You gaped, referencing the tight security established just to get into the room alone. "Indeed. He is quite the mad scientist, isn't he?" She commented, gesturing to the final barrier standing in front of you. It was a much simpler door in comparison to the one you were faced with before, a basic turn-the-knob mechanic that threw you off. You motioned your hand to the handle, eliciting a singular nod from the dark-haired woman as a sign to proceed. Wiping your hands on your slacks, you reached out to place your hand on the silver handle with a tight grip, before turning it open to bare witness to the sight in front of you.

A very spacious lab with rounded walls that were all covered to the brim with filled-up chalkboards, windows acting as dividers all throughout the lining of the walls. Endless sheets of papers acted as a rug throughout the flooring with the occasional stack of books on the side. It was a mess, to say the least, but that could be discussed on a later note. Rushing fully into the room, your eyes searched for the one person you were trying to locate, until the door was slowly beginning to close. Brunhilde waved at you a farewell before the door completely closed due to the force of a familiar gloved hand. Following the direction of the arm, your eyes trailed upward to see a recognized set of clothing, continuing until you saw him, Nikola Tesla in all his upstanding glory.

He looked healthy, skin just as fair as it was when he left, his enchanting blue eyes staring at you with a gaze that made your heart swell, and a grin, one that was so bright that it left you awestricken. Brown hair tousled, majority of it pushed back with a few wavy strands falling to his forehead as Regis was parched on his shoulder, just like old times. You reached out to him, voice failing to make itself apparent, but that didn't stop him from making his way to you, carefully grabbing your wrist to bring your hand up to his cheek. He was flushed, and so warm to the touch. His natural, earthly scent that he tended to emit filled your senses, allowing your tense hand to ease up, cupping the side of his face more properly. You had so much that you wanted to say, so many questions brewing inside your head, but they all felt pointless to ask because Nikola was here with you now, so nothing else mattered.

"I've been waiting for such a long time." Was all that came out from your mouth, finally taking the chance to look him head on. "I know." Is what he replied with, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. "I've missed you-- more than you would ever know." You let out a shaky breath. It was becoming much harder to have a proper restraint over your emotions, and Nikola knew it. "Whenever I slept, it was you who filled all my dreams." He admitted, his smile becoming lopsided as he pensively let his sight be taken up by you alone. "I wish you reached out to me, I've sent countless letters to you throughout the days, yet to be met with no response," Tears prickled your eyes as you recounted the days where your hope dwindled with each passing day you waited, as per his request.

It was unbearable, that period of isolation etched into your mind, becoming a part of your life that won't become easy to simply move on from. Eventually though, you will, and you know that. "As much as it hurt, I'm just so much more relieved to see you." Moving your hand away from his face, you brought his shoulder forward to bring him into a tight embrace. Bringing his hands up to your back, Nikola squeezed you back, everything feeling so right when you are in his arms. It was if he was finally home, and he didn't realize how much he missed it, until he had to be apart from you. Kissing any surface of exposed skin, he wanted to show his appreciation for you, wanting to be rid of any thoughts during your time apart that were dark and simply untrue. From your collarbone to your neck, maneuvering upwards until your lips were the only unmarked spot.

He kissed you light, almost as if he was asking permission to continue further into the kiss. You both came to a compromise, you meeting him halfway as your lips finally pressed fully onto one another in conjunction. You combed your hair through his wavy strands, feeling how silky smooth they still were as you pushed him forward, even further in. Nikola was precise, excelling in knowing what exactly pleases you, and it was no different when he had his fingers brushing the nape of your neck, causing you to shudder from his touch. He chuckled against your lips, before moving his face back to have enough room to examine your flushed cheeks. "You haven't changed in the slightest." He hummed, your chin in his grasp as he thoroughly checked your body for any prominent changes that would come easy for him to notice.

Smiling at his familiar antics, you cheekily stated, "Neither have you. It's not something I mind, though." Your combined laughter echoed throughout the area, with Nikola tumbling back and pulling you down with him all across the papers that provided a surprisingly plush landing. Your head was placed right on top of his sturdy chest, unsure of what exactly was going on until Nikola's arm tucked under your body, bringing you closer to him.

"I want to share with you everything that I have discovered, everyone that I've met, and all that I have managed to accomplish in our time apart," Nikola exclaimed, hand reaching out towards the walls around him, motioning at the clearly visible result of a combined effort. "But more than anything, I want to hear about you. I want to know what you have been doing, even the mundane. The books you've read, the food you've eaten, I want to hear all about it, so won't you indulge me?"

a/n: wanted to write something soft for nikola's character because he is just too sweet.

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