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lazycats-stuff · 7 months

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Hii, can I request dc x teen male reader? They’re partly part of the batfam, he’s Batman’s second youngest son. And he tags along with Batman to a mission with Superman and Wonder Woman, and guess what, they brought their kids too? I mean not like the already existing kids of them, like they’re original characters? Imagine them just not liking eachother at first but they just become best friends during the mission when they almost die and just laugh it off. They are literally just like Batman and Superman and Wonder Woman trio.

Yup yup, you sure can. I feel like the OG trio would freak out at the similarity. I think I kind of strayed off, but I kind off got hit with inspiration, so I hope you don't mind.

Summary: Kids of Superman, Wonder Woman and Batman don't like each other. After a near death experience, they become friends.

Warnings: explosions, cursing, tension between teammates, they like each other after near death experience, injuries, OG trio is worried, OC kids, except for Batman.

(Y/N) knew that missions with kids his age was going to be a normal thing. He knew it and there wasn't anything he could have done. But to go with Althea Prince and James Kent? There was no such thing that would make Bruce drag him on a mission with them.

The trio hated each other. (Y/N) didn't like how Althea thought that men were beneath her and James is too soft for (Y/N)'s liking. That boy is a personification of a golden retriever and his father was no better too.

Althea and (Y/N) had way more problems than (Y/N) and James had. While James was somewhat okay with the no kill rule, Althea found the rule ridiculous and thought that the evil should be eradicated. No matter what.

That grinded (Y/N)'s gears and it made him want to bash her face against any type of hard surface, but he couldn't. He would be grounded and she wasn't worth it. At all.

But this mission was a test for them. This was going to be their first solo mission without the supervision of their parents. It was just a covert one and intel collecting. Get in and get out.

And that's why they were siting in Justice League HQ, in a dull meeting room. Batman was presenting something that (Y/N) already knew. He has heard it before they left.

" Now, (V/N) will take the lead on this, since it's covert and intel gathering. I don't want to hear any arguments about this. " Batman said, knowing that the trio was going to argue about it.

But lets be honest, if there was anybody who knew how to be stealthy and quiet, it was (Y/N). Well, (V/N) in this case. (Y/N) forced himself to suppress a smile from blooming on his face.

Take that you two. He glanced at the two of them and Althea frowned a bit and James just rolled his eyes. Oh you two sacks of shit.

" Now, (V/N), would you like to take over? " Batman asked, well, demanded. (V/N) nodded and stood up from his chair. Bruce moved over and (Y/N) stood in his place. It felt weird, but you know, it made him feel powerful.

" Right. Like my father said, this is a covert and intel gathering. Which means it's get in and get out quietly. This is a base on a remote island in the Pacific ocean. We have reasons to believe that that's where Vandal the Savage and Deathstroke may have stashed their weapons, however, that is not our primary cause. It's intel that it's kept there. We will probably encounter Deathstroke or Lady Shiva, since those two started working together. " (Y/N) said, pressing a few buttons on the screen keyboard.

" This is how it's supposed to look. It's a pretty classical look for a base, but the security system is very tight and nearly impossible to hack into. However, I saw a small portion of the system and I know that I can hack into it. Now, the problem would be Deathstroke. If you see him, call me through the comms. Don't try to fight him, because he will win. " (Y/N) said and he nearly wanted to smack Althea for rolling her eyes.

" And also, he has experience fighting meta humans, like Wonder Woman and Superman. " (Y/N) said, glancing at the said duo, who nodded in agreement.

" (V/N) is right, he is not to be underestimated. " Wonder Woman said.

Batman stayed quiet, watching as (Y/N) dealt with the two. (Y/N) was growing into a brave and a mature person. And his hero side was no different. He knew that the trio didn't like each other and that was just normal and in life you are going to work with shitheads, as Jason would so kindly put it. And you would have to know how to deal with them.

Again, it's just life.

And Bruce could tell that (Y/N) was dealing with them well. Sure, his way was sarcastic and sometimes it could get ugly, but it was funny and sometimes it was outright murder worthy.

But Bruce loved him none the less.

" We are going first thing tomorrow evening, believe it or not. And that would be it. " (V/N) said and the other two left the room with their parents. Bruce and (Y/N) stayed back and (Y/N) looked at his father.

" You did good. You stayed professional and I could tell you wanted to smack Althea, but you controlled yourself. "

(Y/N) smiled, happy to hear this from Bruce. It wasn't like he never praised his sons, quite the opposite, but when he did, you know that he meant it.

" Lets go back home. Your brothers would like to spend time with you before you go on the mission. " Bruce said and the father son duo left the room, moving to the Zeta tubes.

" I know, but I just want to sleep. I had a tiring day at school. " (Y/N) admitted as they started the teleporting. Once they got into the cave, they both took their cowls off.

(Y/N)'s hair was going in all of different directions and Bruce ruffled his hair even more with a quiet chuckle. (Y/N) whined, trying to push Bruce's hand away.

" You kids grow up so fast. " Bruce admitted to (Y/N) and gave him a quick hug.

" You say that every year. " (Y/N) retorted, chuckling. It was true though. He said it every year when they did good in something.

" Am I wrong though? I would suggest you go up now. Jason called me and told me that if you aren't up in about 20 minutes he will come to get you himself. And you have about 5 minutes to get up there or he will kidnap you. " Bruce warned and (Y/N) ran into the locker room.

Jason would absolutely make that threat a promise and (Y/N) didn't want to fight with any of them. Bruce shook his head fondly at his sons antics.

All of them are going to be with the death of him.

The young trio was in a plane, flying to their location. It was quiet and they had a few hours to kill before landing down at their designated location. (Y/N) put it on autopilot and leaned back. He adjusted his gauntlets on his hands.

It was slightly nerve wrecking for all of them. When on missions they had supervision, they had guidance and they could call the moment something went wrong.

This time is a bit different. Did they have guidance? Yes. Did they have supervision? No.

But the trio knew that their parents were watching. They weren't completely alone in the dark.

" And what do we do know? I'm bored. " James said, crossing his arms.

" And that doesn't sound like my problem. You know you don't have the stamina to fly so long and you can't be weak for this mission. " (Y/N) responded, rubbing his eyes. He heard a tsk and for a split second he thought that Damian was behind him. But no.

" You know Althea, I wouldn't tsk since you can't fly that long either. " (Y/N) snapped back.

" I thought you two are supposed to be strong. Men like to boast about their strength. " Althea said and (Y/N) turned his head to look at her.

" I still can't believe that you are Wonder Woman's daughter. She doesn't hate men and yet you are so far up your own ass that you can't see reality. Is that the result of Amazon upbringing? " (Y/N) asked, sarcasm slipping through into his voice.

There was silence before she huffed, turning her head away. James sighed, shaking his head. They are supposed to be a team and not sworn enemies.

" Well, this mission is going to go well. "James mumbled and (Y/N) closed his eyes, just ready to meditate and get himself mentally ready for the mission.

The landing was quiet and the trio embarked on the shore. They stopped in the bush and (Y/N) zoomed in the view he had. Thank God for built in binoculars within his cowl.

He saw 2 guarding the door.

" Give me a minute and I will disable the security system. I think we will have about 20 minutes to get in and get out. I will take out the 2 in the front and when we get in, we are separating. I know we don't like each other, but we put all of that aside. Now we are teammates. " (Y/N) said and the two nodded in agreement.

" Good. Comms are going to be on the entire time. And if you see Deathstroke, call me. " (Y/N) said, opening up the tiny computer on his gauntlet. He typed a few buttons and the system was officially down.

(Y/N) took a deep breath. It's time to go.

" Lets go. " (Y/N) said and ran towards the two, seemingly out of nowhere. They didn't have a chance with (Y/N). After taking their cards, he swiped it to open the door.

" Now we split. Wonder Girl, you are going left, there is an office there, see if you can find anything there. Superboy, you are going to the right. There are guard's room on the right so if you see some, knock 'em out. I will go straight for the hardware room. And if I find any weapons, I will destroy them. Comms ON. " (Y/N) said and the other two nodded.

And so they separated. Wonder Girl went left, (V/N) went straight ahead and Superboy went to the right. (Y/N) ran in the hall, passing by the grey walls.

There is a certain adrenaline rush you get on certain types of missions. If he is patrolling in the city, it's something normal and usual, almost like a routine. It was nice, but deep down he is an adrenaline addict and he is just looking for some extra adrenaline.

Missions alone with his dad or with others was a bit better in terms of adrenaline. The missions were always out of Gotham city and he was in place were he has never been before. And it always led to him doing some crazy shit that is guaranteed to give Bruce a lot of grey hairs.

But a mission alone, without the supervision of their parents? It brought out a new wave of adrenaline rush that he has never felt before. It made him feel free and way beyond light. When he started being a vigilante, there was this constant fear. But now, there was no fear.

It was just sheer bravery and intent to get his dad proud. Bruce was already proud, but it would mean everything to (Y/N) that he could prove himself. "

" Yes. I checked everything. And you said yes to my proposition. " Bruce said, looking at the two.

" Are you sure about this Batman? " Wonder Woman asked as they were sitting in the conference room, waiting for their children. None of them are able to sleep without their children in their own homes. Bruce more so then others.

" I know that he wouldn't send them straight into fire. Intel and covert, that much they can handle. " Superman said, clearly agreeing with Batman.

" I know and I know that they are more than capable of doing this mission, but I worry. She is my only daughter and I love her to death. (Y/N) and James are my nephews and I love those two death to. " She said, sighing quietly.

" But I worry about them working together. And also, weren't they supposed to report back? A few minutes ago? "

Everyone was silent before running to the second airplane they had. Yeah... Maybe it wasn't a good idea to let them go alone.

The mission kind of went south. Their cover was blown and now they had to fight their way through the guards. Thankfully, there was no Vandal Savage and his kids, but there was Deathstroke.

Turns out, there was no actual intel. This was meant to be a trap for Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. Now that ticked (Y/N) off and he couldn't let it happen.

Absolutely not. Nobody threatens his family and just goes on with his business. And he had to settle a score after putting Nightwing out of action for months on end.

And even if he dies and this is the last thing he does, then so be it. Deathstroke didn't have any objections to (Y/N)'s plan. But the plan went tits up when (Y/N) got blown up to the next room. He hissed as he looked down to his stomach.

A shrapnel. A fucking shrapnel. He hissed as he took it out and took a syringe of something similar to the liquid from the Lazarus pit. He pressed the syringe into the wound, allowing the liquid to heal him.

It's a liquid only used in the emergency situations. (Y/N) lunged back at Deathstroke, taking advantage of the surprise. He managed to knock the bastard out. He was huffing at the dull pain, trying to block it out.

" Shit... " (Y/N) cursed, leaning down to rest his hands on his knees. It would all be fine if another bomb exploded, nearly knocking him out cold, but he was dancing on the edge.

He could hear a female and a male voice above him. He was blinking, trying to regain focus. He laughed as he saw their worried faces. They froze, looking at him worried.

" Why are you laughing? " Althea asked, worried beyond belief.

" Because you think a bomb can take me out. " (Y/N) said, laughing even more. When he calmed down, he took a deep breath and looked at the two.

" You two can help me up now. This was a trap for our parents instead. " (Y/N) said and James nodded.

" We know. Comms are always on. " James tried to joke as Althea and him pulled (Y/N) up.

" Our parents are going to kill us. " (Y/N) announced and the other two nodded.

" I don't know about you two, but I'm going to the plane, with or without you. " (Y/N) said and they agreed. The trio ran, just ready to get the hell out of here.

It was nice to see their parents, ready to fight for them. All 3 fussed about them, Bruce more than others. (Y/N) knew that they are going fight about rest when they come home. At one point, the trio started laughing out of nowhere and the OG trio looked worried. Some inwardly, some outwardly.

" What is going on? " Superman asked, looking around for some answers.

Nobody answered him.

After 2 months, they worked together again, but with their parents with them. It was a one completely 180 from their previous communication. The OG trio noticed a lot of similarities.

They were turning into their parents.

" Should we be worried? " Wonder Woman asked once, watching the footage from their last mission. It was just like them.

" I mean... Are we bad role models? " Superman asked out loud and Batman stayed quiet.

" No. But... You know, lets see where this goes. " Superman suggested. Bruce just pinched the bridge of his nose. May God help them.

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drabblesandimagines · 7 months

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can we get something with the FF16 girls for the 400 request? I'm not sure if you write for the girls too, but I really want a Girl Talk with Jill, Tarja, Vivian and reader 😩 where, for example, they encourage Jill to confess her feelings to Clive? and maybe with Jill throwing reader under the bus in which she expose that she sees the tension between Joshua and reader just to draw the attention away from her? 👀❤️

Thank you, anon! This was a fun prompt - I hope I did it some justice and got everyone in character. Please drop me an ask and lemme know what you think xxx Lead By Example Joshua Rosfield x fem reader, fluff 1,327 words

“I still remember that look on his face five years ago when he saw you in your new clothes, Jill,” Tarja teases, leaning across the table as she speaks. “Could’ve knocked him down with a chocobo feather.”

“I’m not surprised,” Jill replies. “I looked quite the state when he first saw me, it must’ve been quite the transformation.”

“That’s not what Tarja meant and you know it,” you elbow the Shiva Dominant in the side, lightly.

“Mayhaps I should add the study of romance to his curriculum.” Vivian adds, before taking a sip of the ale, trying her best to hide her grimace. It’s never quite sat with her palate.

You’re all sat in a corner table in the Ale Hall, the other patrons having long left. It had been a while since the four of you were in the Hideaway at the same time, or at least you and Jill – Vivian hardly left and Tarja only occasionally. You’d arranged to supper together to catch up, which had led to the late hour. Jill had returned from an outing with Clive that morning and the conversation, encouraged along by some of Molly’s brown, had moved along to the relationship between one Lord Rosfield and one Lady Warrick, much to the latter’s embarrassment.

“Clive still would never admit to it. The man’s swore blind to me he’s fine when he’s quite clearly bleeding.” Tarja counteracts.

“I think Clive’s too reserved to be so bold with his feelings.” You grin. “It’s going to have to be you, Jill.”

“I assure you I am unaware of what you mean.” She replies, lightly, scrutinizing the contents of her own tankard.

“Oh, you certainly do. Come on, Jill, please take the rest of us out of our misery. Founder, the whole Hideaway has witnessed the lingering glances between you both. We should probably put it in the welcome speech. Welcome to the Hideaway, where you are free to live and die on your own terms. And, yes, Clive and Jill are infatuated with each oth-“

“What about you and Joshua?” Jill interrupts, a knowing smile on her face.

It’s as if your brain stops working for a moment as her comment renders you speechless. You swallow, your throat strangely dry, and try and sound confused. “W-what?”

“What’s all this?” Vivian places her hand under her chin, leaning more towards Jill’s direction. “This bit of information has yet to cross my table.”

“There’s not any information… I mean, I don’t know where you’ve got that impression.” You protest, taking a sip of ale to try and steady your nerves.

“Come to think of it,” Tarja mulls, “I may have heard a certain name mumbled when Joshua was resting in the infirmary.”

“You did?” You shake your head. “No, you must be mistaken. There’s nothing between me and Joshua. You’re just trying to distract us from the real matter at hand of you and Clive.”

“Of course not,” Jill smiles, slyly, “I just want my dear friend to be happy – you should tell him how you feel.”

“There’s nothing to tell him, but you and Clive however-”

“No, I think Jill is correct. I have observed your interactions, there’s definitely something going on there.” Vivian drums her fingers on the table in thought.

“Especially as you’ve gone as red as his cowl at the mention of his name,” Tarja muses.

“You’re all wrong - I do not love Joshua.” You protest, a little too loud for the hour.

“Ah, we didn’t say you did. How odd that you’d be so defensive of something we did not state.” Vivian smirks.

“I didn’t mean-”

The door to the shelves open rather abruptly, causing you all to stop short. You thought Tomes had retired hours ago - you’d seen him depart, even - but the figure at the top of the stairs is not him, but one clad in red and black with a mop of blonde hair…

“I beg your forgiveness for interrupting your conversation, ladies,” Joshua begins, striding down the stairs. “I’m afraid I got rather carried away in my research till this late hour.”

“Were you successful?” Jill queries.

“In certain matters, yes.” The Phoenix grins, approaching the table, a certain glint in his eye and your stomach flips. Could he have overheard Jill? “I hope your evening has been enjoyable.”

“Oh, indeed.” Vivian smiles. “It has proven quite… fruitful.”

Joshua quirks an eyebrow, curious.

“In fact, we were just talking about you, Joshua.” Jill smiles and your heart is pounding. She wouldn’t…

“Oh,” he looks over at Tarja. “I suspect my reluctance to take your most recent concoction.”

“Not quite-” The healer begins, but you jump to your feet, startling them all.

“Apologies, but I am quite overdue my bed, so I will bid you all a good night.”

Fate has other plans – or maybe it’s your nerves and the ale – because as you turn to step away, you stumble, catching your boot on the edge of a floorboard. Joshua is swiftly at your side and catches you by your elbow, preventing you from greeting the floor. He rests his hand on the small of your back as he helps you upright.

“Are you all right?”

“Fine, thank you.” You hope the low lighting of the Ale Hall is hiding the red in your cheeks. “Just a misstep.”

“Well, permit me to escort you to your bunk, my lady, lest any more steps betray you so.”

“Oh. No, that’s kind, but I’ll be-”

“I think that is a fine idea, Joshua – thank you.” Jill smiles, folding her hands in her lap. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, ladies.” The Phoenix nods his head in greeting, before encouraging you forward towards the stairs, one hand still lightly gripping your arm and the other still pressed against your back.

He’s polite enough to pretend he does not hear the outburst of laughter as the two of you reach the boarding deck and walk along, heading towards the mess to cut up past the infirmary to the bunks.

You should say something, you reason, but your tongue won’t co-operate with him touching you, holding you so close. Glancing to the side, the moonlight is clearly illuminating the amused expression gracing his features.

“I…” You begin, but falter off as your mind and mouth fail you.

“I am not sure if you’re aware, but the acoustics from the Ale Hall at this hour travel remarkably well into the shelves…”

You swallow. “I… am not sure what you thought you heard, but-”

“No, I wholeheartedly agree.” He comments as you both begin to ascend the stairs to the mess. “Jill does need to confess. I love my brother dearly, but he’s always been far too reserved in matters involving his heart.”

“I worry she thinks he’s too busy for such things. I do just want the two of them to be happy.”

“Well, perhaps I should give him some guidance.”

“Oh?” You pause – you’d crossed the mess and were now at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the bunks. Joshua drops his hand as you stop and you immediately miss the warmth.

“Clive has never been a scholar, so I will have to more practical in my example. Would you permit me to demonstrate?”

He couldn’t possibly mean what you think he means, but you nod firmly all the same.

Before you can blink, he wraps one arm around your waist to pull you close, his other hand resting between your shoulder blades and he presses his lips to yours in a soft, slow kiss. You can’t comprehend how the evening has ended in this way and can’t help but pout as he moves away.

“Hm.” He muses, dropping his other hand down to your waist to embrace you fully. “Though that was a fine example, I do believe we should practice a little more, just to make sure we really get the point across – wouldn’t you agree, my darling?”

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riseofamoonycake · 1 year

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We Are Happy Together

🌟 Pairing: Indra x Star goddess!reader x Varuna

🌟 Warnings: none

🌟To @evansuvamp, @praisethesuuun and @seijuuns-fantasy, and to all the Hindu pantheon’s lovers!

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They always tell you that you don’t know how to behave like a goddess: that your clothes are never tidy, the curls look like a bush of brambles from how indomitable they are, your voice is too high-pitched and your laughter uncontrolled. Always.

«What god will ever look at you if you don’t take care of your appearance? Keep your head up! Straight back! … And wipe that mud spot on your cheek, are you an animal? The Lady of the Stars cannot appear in this state, (Y/N)! Shame on you!»

You listen with a smile, nod politely and say thanks, and then you do as you see fit. Of course, you wish you weren’t so careless and risk tearing your wonderful gowns at every slightest movement, but in truth you don’t care much about looking elegant, refined and composed. The deities are not all the same, and there are goddesses who are very far from the image that your pantheon is constantly proposing to you; and all behaving in the same way is so boring, not to mention how sad it is not to allow yourself to run through the meadows and the paths that open up to the sky, rolling among the flowers and above the clouds, chasing the stars and the moon without a single thought in mind.

Furthermore, it is not true that, as you are, no deity will ever look at you: it is during one of your wild dances that you attract the attention of two gods ― and it cannot be otherwise, since you literally end up in their arms.

How does it happen? It is the ankle that betrays you, spraining itself for a too daring turn, or you lose your balance regardless of it and roll like a crazed boulder along the side of the hill on which you are standing, without leaving time for those unfortunates to be able to understand what is happening?

The thought of having done something terrible only crosses your mind for a moment, because it is already too late: you can’t stop yourself in time, so the bodies of the two deities do it for you. Stunned by the continuous rolling, out of breath, you don’t immediately realize that you have hit something, nor do you understand why suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your waist; then two faces enter your vision.

«Are you fine, young lady? Something hurts?»

«Let her breathe, Varuna.»

Two voices: one higher and faster, of a god with blue skin and a sweet smile, the one who holds you in his arms; the other deep and calm, belonging to a divinity of fearsome stature and eyes covered by wavy light hair. Your gaze switches from one to the other but struggles to focus on the features, until the name you have heard shakes something in your mind and a series of realizations assails you, making you pale with fear.

Never upset other deities, remember your place. Show other pantheons all the respect they deserve, especially those of Lord Zeus and Lord Shiva ― never dare to disturb them.

«I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, forgive me, it will never happen again, now I have to go yes I really have to go thanks for everything», you try to excuse yourself stammering incoherently and instinctively jump to your feet, only to find yourself back on the ground with your ankle aching, cheeks burning with embarrassment and full of the desire to disappear.

It ends up that the tall and silent god has to carry you to your pantheon, and then he has to speak for you and explain what happened, because you don’t dare open your mouth even to sigh.

Mortified, you hope to forget everything quickly.

🌟

They tell you that you are always so naive, that you trust others excessively and you still need to really know the world. You are young, but you haven’t just been born: your adulthood has long since arrived, but nobody wants to recognize it, or welcome your natural light-heartedness with the same joy.

Without you being able to explain how, suddenly everyone seems to know what happened with the two deities you met, and they all have a word to say about the fact: how you should have behaved, what you should have said and done, what you haven’t done. No one cares how you felt, but everyone points out your chronic carelessness and that you don’t know how to take care of yourself, ending up bumping into the Hindu God of Water Varuna and the Lord of the Lightning, the fearsome Indra ― and, not happy, even forcing him to take you home.

The days following the accident, you find yourself surrounded by scolding looks and harsh words. No one can forbid you to dance, your movements control and allow the stars and constellations to rotate, but your mood is affected by the situation and therefore you prefer to be alone for a while, wandering through your beloved meadows without the sound of any voice or the risk to cause any dangerous action, forcing you into a painful stillness.

You are not made for the silence, everyone knows it, nor for staying away from problems; and the day you get to the top of the hill where it all began and find the “fearsome” God of Lightning sitting quietly under the tree in front of you, even though your first thought is to run away as far as possible, you don’t listen to it, or maybe you don’t really hear its voice.

The face fixed on the strangely black horizon, away from you, the gigantic deity doesn’t seem to notice you, but then he takes a drag of his cigarette and releases the smoke in one puff, creating a sort of little and cotton-like cloud that catches your attention. «Don’t worry: you can stay», says his calm, deep voice, «sit down here and breathe. Don’t walk so fast: even if your ankle seems to be better now, don’t force it.»

You obey slowly, enchanted by his tune and a little worried in your heart ― is he mad at me? He should… but it doesn’t seem to ―, then silly words tickle your throat and come out of your mouth before you can even think to stop them. It’s not the first time you have done this, not even the fear can stop you. «Lord of Lightning… do I bother you if I talk… perhaps to myself? And-and I still haven’t apologized as I should for what happened...»

Indra does not change his expression or look at you, but replies: «Your apology would break this wonderful silence, and it isn’t necessary.»

«Fine», then you whisper, «I’ll keep quiet. It’s better for everyone.»

«If you want to talk, you can do it with me!»

You jolt slightly, surprised by this lively voice behind you; a few steps away, Varuna welcomes you with a wide smile and raises his hands in apology, but in the end it is you who bows, showing all your respect. «Lord Varuna, don’t… don’t worry about me, the silence will be great. I-I have to be honest, I shouldn’t be here, I was just passing through...»

«Hmm? So would you get away from this beautiful view?» The God of Water turns his gaze and, following it, you see what he is staring at: the play of waterfalls, streams and rivers that descend from the mountains that surround you and run along the valley that opens not far away, sinuous like bodies of aquatic dragons, pointing towards the horizon. The scent that rises from them is incomparable, a dance of floral aromas and plants that draw life from the rushing waves. «Those lakes», says the deity, looking at a point that you cannot see, «and the rivers that flow into them are the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen.»

«Yes», you reply with enthusiasm, «the stars shine upon those waters and are reflected upon them like a million flowers in full bloom. Sometimes I follow them in their journey, but our paths soon part.»

«You are a Lady of the Stars, you already have enough beauty to watch over», Varuna whispers in a soft and peaceful tone, and you can’t help but blush slightly ― why?, «but I thank you for every time you keep the waves company. Tonight, however, there won’t be any need for it: see», and he turns to look at Indra, who continues to ignore you, «he loves to watch the thunderstorms from here. There’s one of them approaching right now.»

You widen your eyes and stare at the thundering darkness that is approaching with the speed of a thousand-legged horse, a huge black sphere that rumbles and writhes under the lash of lightning; though it is something you have seen countless times, this one seems more intense than other storms, and the vision of it magnetizes your thoughts. Even though it is completely opposite to you and all that you are, it calms you down and silences the bitterness you feel inside.

All the hill is immersed in a gentle quietness.

«If you want to go back home, now is the right time. It won’t be long before the clouds are above us.»

You rub your arms together, feeling the air get colder, but still you smile and sit more comfortably. «I don’t think the other gods are missing me, and I’ll have nothing to do for a few hours. I’ll stand here and watch as long as I want.»

«As the lady wishes.»

Astonished, you stare at Varuna handing you a blanket to face the cold, smiling warmly at you; and a thought crosses your mind with the speed of the lightning coming towards you all.

Don’t be too naive! Remember, there are gods and goddesses who want to lure, deceive and harm you! Don’t blindly trust others!

Your burning eyes, fire-like gems, probe for a long time the two figures next to you, waiting to see the fear that your pantheon has revealed to you come true; but that doesn’t happen. Either they are good at lying, or both the strong Indra and the peaceful Varuna have no intention of harming you; indeed, it seems they have forgotten about you since the storm began, their attention captured entirely by the white, thundering and powerful world that suddenly enveloped the hill.

But you don’t, you don’t forget them and the silent kindness they have shown you; nor the fact that, although far from the stars, now, here on this hill, you don’t feel like a burden to anyone.

🌟

They tell you that it is not necessary to suffer for every star that dies: it is their final fate, and not even you who govern and keep them can change it.

The stars pulsate in your hair like countless jewels: they sink in and out, swirl and shed their multicolored light, bringing gentle gleams wherever you go; but they are not immortal. A shock accompanies their disappearance when the time comes, and a tear always follows the fact: you can’t help it, they are parts of you that leave and never come back, no matter how many other stars are born. It’s a dance as necessary as it is bitter, and you doubt you’ll ever get used to it.

One day you will, so they tell you: you just have to learn to let go, to not crystallize what has been, to not stand still with what you can’t control. There is nothing more difficult because you don’t find a meaning in this loss ― and you fear nothing, except the loneliness you feel rising with every void left on you.

One evening, a star dies while you are in the company of Varuna. For some time now you have been spending most of your free moments with him and Indra, taking advantage of the storms and your nocturnal journeys to meet them. They never judge you or don’t ask you for anything, and they have no impositions to give you: it is natural for you to look for them without expecting anything in return, just desiring a little presence and peace from the tumult of your pantheon and the world around you. Sometimes, as in this case, not even the peace that they give can last long.

«Are you all right, Lady (Y/N)? You look tired, would you like to sit down for a moment?»

You realize that you have stopped and brought both hands to your head only when the words of the deity enter your mind. You look at his face, and in his suddenly worried eyes you see your sad gaze, and an invisible stab penetrates your heart. So is this what I become whenever this happens? Biting your lip, you turn away so the other god won’t see your pain, then you take a deep breath. «It is nothing», you reply, «it is… the natural state of things. No, nothing happened.»

«The natural state of… what?»

You close your eyes, thinking of keeping silent, not revealing anything. You look at the river flowing joyfully a few steps away from you, unaware of what you are feeling, then you lean over its crystalline waters and choose to speak: «Lord Varuna, will you allow me a few questions?»

«Certainly.»

«Have... have you ever suffered for the disappearance of a lake, or a river? Have you ever felt deprived of something when this happened, as if a limb had been taken away, and therefore you had to adjust to a new but unwanted condition? All the wisdom, energy and power of the water that flowed into that basin, into a pond or the sea, vanished forever, and so did its story...» A sob leaves your lips, a gasp of sadness and anger. «It’s not fair», you mutter, «Why do I have to take care of them, love them with all my heart, and then lose them like this?»

The god doesn’t answer quickly, but first he approaches you and looks in your hair, then he reaches out a hand and places it gently where the star shone a few minutes before. A cool sensation, like an icy kiss, touches your head; but you don’t pay much attention to it.

«Not even the mightiest god among us can stop the Dance of Life, it is beyond our duties. However, this does not mean that everything that moves away from you is lost: its trace remains everywhere, you can feel it and find it in every movement you make. Your stars, no one can completely separate them from you, not even the end: they remain here, continuing to add light to the brilliance of their sisters. You are literally clothed in their presence.»

«I… I don’t know», you reluctantly answer, wrapping yourself in your arms, «how can you say that with such certainty?»

Varuna smiles, then points to the river in front of you. «These waves are formed by so many lives that not even I could count them: existences that are renewed, end, begin and never go away. The stars and constellations love to be reflected in the water, and it has an infinite memory: it preserves everything that others forget, even the words we are now saying.

My dear (Y/N), if you fear that something is lost forever, confide in the water: talk to the rain, converse with the sea, and let it answer you. Trust me, and trust it.»

You no longer answer, not knowing how to do it; you let yourself be taken by the hand and guided along the road until, tired and cold, you beg Varuna to forgive you and flee to heaven before necessary, feeling an urgent need to be alone with the stars and your thoughts.

When you get home, you can’t sleep: there is a subtle disturbance inside you that doesn’t allow you to close your eyes and that the arrival of day doesn’t dissolve. You toss and turn in bed, and finally get up to look in the mirror and search for the traces of the missing stars, as Varuna said.

And then you see it.

Your eyes open wide and your heart starts pounding, while you can’t help but smile with all of yourself: in your hair, no less beautiful than the others, a star made of water catches every ray of sun and it radiates it around, waiting for your gentle touch.

🌟

«Welcome back, Lady of The Stars.»

Indra shifts his gaze from the horizon to observe your body starting to awaken from its long sleep, then lowers his eyelids and leans his back against the big tree behind him, letting the setting sun warm him with its last strength.

No matter how much time has passed, in his eyes you still are the delicate butterfly who rolled in his arms centuries ago, even if you have grown up and are now more confident and, if possible, more cheerful; but when you sleep like this, snuggled up against his side like a baby and with your face hidden under your arms, the stars in your hair lighting up the marks on his chest, he can’t help but think that whatever happens, you will always be the brightest and purest creature he has ever met.

Every storm needs to subside and give way to the grace of light: and you entered his existence, his and Varuna’s, with the same beauty as the sun rising from the sea and the star that guides home those who fear they have lost the path.

And a god related to strength, to the power of nature in its most fearsome form, can’t stand beside you? You proved him otherwise every time you ran up this hill with all the joy circulating in your body, shouting his name too loud and shaking all the flowers; yet, he waited for the sound of that voice for hours. By now, even your pantheon has surrendered to the fact that you will never be the most elegant and refined goddess that heaven will ever see, but that’s not what matters: because no one, after all, would ever trade the sweetness of your smile for something else.

Sure, he wouldn’t.

«Look at them, what an enchanting vision. Do you want a pillow, Indra?»

Before answering, the Lord of Lightning reaches out a hand and plunges it into your hair, starting to stroke it. All the stars spin and twinkle in response to his touch, and you smile in your half-sleep. «Don’t get too excited, Varuna, you risk creating floods.»

The God of the Waters raises his hands in surrender and, having reached the hill, takes a deep breath and shows his sharp teeth smiling wide. «May I join you?»

«I don’t think the lady has anything against it, nor do I.»

As soon as you feel the god’s presence near you, you instinctively reach out and wrap your arms around one of his, rubbing your cheek against his cool skin. Despite this, you continue to remain immersed in a light yet resistant sleep, so the quietness is the only owner of the place.

But not for long.

«… Is it a dream, or are my two husbands next to me?»

«Two husbands?»

Varuna widens his eyes and turns to look at you, a violent blush coloring his face and the bewildered expression as he stares at the grin and the sly gaze that appears as you raise your eyelids; Indra stops smoking the ever-present cigarette for a moment and remains motionless, then hints at a smile. «… So, a little sun would like to become my bride.» A short break, time to take a puff and direct the smoke towards the few clouds that fly over you. «… I could accept it.»

«… I-Indra?!?»

The rest is impossible to comprehend, because you burst out laughing and drown out any other noise as you leap to your feet and, grabbing both of the gods, pull them against you in a very strong embrace.

The first stars are already appearing in the sky; but none of them can ever match the light you are now shedding, happy as you are ― happy as you all are.

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Merciless Beauty

Chapter 4: Only Your Word

❧ Pairing: Knight Daryl Dixon x Princess Reader ❧ Era: Medieval fantasy AU ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: references to sexuality (ooo spicy), women not having rights I guess?, idk what else ❧ Word Count: 6.5k

❧ Before You Read...

❧ Glossary

❧ In This Chapter: Four months have passed since Sir Daryl first escorted you outside the castle walls, and you've grown quite fond of him, just as he has grown fond of you. However, there's trouble afoot with the mysterious Sir Negan and his Saviors gaining the upper hand against King Ezekiel's forces, and it is revealed that Sir Negan's threats hold more water than you initially thought.

❧ A/N: Ayyy this is a fun chapter. I loved writing in Michonne and Maggie as reader's ladies-in-waiting! And yeah, the princess and the knight are starting to fall for each other. Lots of mutual pining going on. Oh, and a really, really cute scene between them at the end... I also loved her convo with Ezekiel. Oh, and Shiva makes an appearance too! Just lots of fun stuff this chapter.

The lady’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk, while the other lady side-eyed her with a similar expression of impish delight.

“What are you looking so smug for, Margaret?” you asked, letting your needlework settle into your lap. “And you, Michonne? Did you not come from the duke’s bed this morning, hm?”

The dread-locked woman’s smile faded, but Margaret only bursted out into a loud cacophony of laughter. “Oh, you’re both lecherous, lascivious, unchaste women.”

“I am not!” you replied quickly, serious in your tone. “Not that it’s any of your concern, but I’ll have you know that I am as pure as the driven snow. Michonne is the unchaste one, I tell you.”

“There’s no reason I shouldn’t court the duke,” defended Michonne. “We’re of the same social standing. It is you, your highness, who is sleeping with―”

You dropped your embroidery hoop once more, this time with more fervor as you scowled at your lady-in-waiting and pointed accusatory in her direction. “I am sleeping with no one!” you replied. “And you’d better not spread that rumor, Michonne. I’m quite serious.”

Margaret stood from her chair to cross the solar and throw herself dramatically on the upholstered chaise lounge upon which you sat. With a flourish, she grabbed your hoop and tossed it carelessly upon the timber floor.

“Excuse you, madam!” you laughed.

“Tell us about Sir Daryl,” she replied, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She nudged your shoulder with increasingly impatient shoves as you remained silent, hindering a giggle.

“Yes, tell us about how gallant he is,” laughed Michonne.

“Is he quite… muscular?” prodded Margaret.

Informing your ladies-in-waiting about the several excursions with the knight you’d made in the last four months was quickly becoming regretful. They’d been begging you for over a week to spill the details, each time insisting upon something more happening. But, alas, there wasn’t much to tell. Sir Daryl was your friend, yes, but nothing more. He cared for you, and, in many ways, you cared for him. He wasn’t like any knight you’d ever read about, he was… unconventional. He obeyed his lord, but he abided by his own code of conduct first and foremost. That code of conduct was not purely based in chivalry, as most knights seemed to be.

That all being said, he was still so valiant, heroic, noble, even, in his own way. He was both the perfect picture of a knight, and the exact opposite. It almost frustrated you how much of a contradiction he was, and it led you to think of him much more than you would’ve had he been completely straightforward and easily understood, but he wasn’t. Even after five or six different trips to the outside, you still couldn’t quite get a handle on him. It thrilled you more than you were willing to outwardly admit, but inside you, you did feel a strange tickle at the pit of your stomach whenever you heard his voice call your name, or his hand touched you to instruct you with his knife, after he insisted that you learn to defend yourself against the Dead.

In your thoughts, you’d become too lost to recall Margaret’s question, until it boomeranged back into the forefront of your mind―is he quite muscular?

A man’s figure had never really intrigued you before. What you knew of most men in court was that they were most often clad in loose-fitting tunics that failed to reveal any kind of silhouette. Daryl dressed not too dissimilarly, but the minimal armor he wore was tight-fitting enough to outline the brawny frame underneath. There were times he’d had to strip himself of his outer layers, namely his cloak and his surcote, until he was just in his linen shirt and chausses. Despite every convention that told you to pay no mind to the man’s undergarments, you found it nearly impossible not to allow yourself one or two curious moments to look upon the knight’s build.

Of course he was quite muscular, he had to be. Though during your outings he did not wear a full suit of armor, he still carried about his person a heavy baldric and a greatsword, as well as an arbalest and a myriad of other weapons you could not bear to count. But he seemed soft, too, not having flesh that stretched thin over his lean muscles. No, he was still quite bulky, and warm. Very warm. So warm you but had to stand beside him to feel it.

It occurred to you then how much time you’d spent thinking about the knight’s body, and how close you’d been to seeing it bare.

“I do not know, Margaret,” you lied. “How would I know such a thing?”

The lady narrowed her olive-colored eyes with knitted brows that further served to question you. Disbelief had characterized the ladies’ attitudes towards your denial, though it was true that you’d never touched the man more than a hug. If that was love, then perhaps you were in love, but you weren’t quite that naïve. At least, you weren’t naïve enough to admit it.

“All knights are muscular,” answered Michonne matter-of-factly. “Let her highness be. Poor thing must already receive quite the thumping from Sir Dar―”

“Thumping?!” you replied, your horrified voice resounding over the ladies’ raucous laughter. “You’re terrible!”

The ladies’ mirth soon died down to a faltering giggle. Margaret sat up straight as she reached her hands up to fix her pearl-encrusted hennin, adjusting the translucent white veil back to its original dignified position.

“Have you thought of it?” she asked with a smirk.

“Of what?” You feigned innocence until the last possible second. It wouldn’t be befitting of a lady to even insinuate that you knew what she was talking about, but you did. From the moment he first put his hands on you, you knew of that desire, though you’d convinced yourself it wasn’t him who sparked it, but just the feeling. Any man could give you that feeling, right? Not just some knight…

“Of laying with him?”

“No, not at all,” you lied again. “That would be wrong, you know that. We’re not married, and we could never be married, anyway. In any case, my feelings are not of that nature.”

Even as those false words tore through your vocal cords, you knew it was wrong, and you realized then, with a pit forming in your stomach and a rush of tingles surging through your veins, that you did feel some kind of attraction to the knight. It was evident in every thought of him that lingered in your mind long after he’d leave you alone in your chambers after a day of frolicking in the meadows and listening to the soft-spoken, knowledgeable man speak of every herb and tree and flower, his voice both gentle like a whisper and rough like sandpaper.

You found that an emptiness creeped up on you at times when he wasn’t near you, a sense of something missing that had taken root inside your heart. When those roots were torn from you, you would soothe yourself with the recorded memory of his voice, his face, his body…

Perhaps I do feel something for Sir Daryl, you thought to yourself.

But it didn’t matter what the true nature of your feelings were. The truth was that you could never admit these thoughts to anyone, not even him, and especially not your father.

It wasn’t like you found yourself rather fond of a man like Duke Richard, who was below your class, but high enough to be your suitor. A knight was below nobility. Higher than the serfs, but too low for a woman of your status, the highest status. He would’ve been able to court a lady perhaps, like Michonne or Margaret, or any woman of noble birth, but not you. Certainly not you.

So you willed the thoughts from your mind whenever they materialized, however they did so. The difficulty was in denying yourself the strange pleasure you felt from thinking of him, the longing. It was nearly unbearable to send those enchanting little shivers away, or to tear your gaze from him when you spotted him from a distance in the courtyard or the great hall. Oh, how you wished to allow yourself the thrill of thinking of him and his sweetness, his kindness, his devotion to you… But it was much too risky.

What you didn’t know, though, was how he ached for you, too.

That very same evening, you’d been called to dinner with your father in the great hall, just as usual, but there was something on the king’s mind. His joviality was much more subdued, almost to the point of melancholy, but he kept his spirits up artificially. Smiles were propped up on crutches and laughs were haphazardly pieced together by glue. In fact, he hadn’t been himself for a while, but it was a gradual change in demeanor that seemed to evolve into a darker shade of blue as the days went by.

There was much for him to be saddened by―the world was broken, he was indefinitely grieving the tragic loss of your mother, but these things had always been there since the Scourge began. No, this was something different, but you weren’t going to prod him, since it seemed that he himself wanted to display his usual image of jolly optimism.

As you poked at your generous helping of pheasant and turnips, the king talked at length about his plans for the upcoming annual jousting tournament, to which you simply nodded and interjected occasional brief acknowledgements. Noticing your lack of enthusiasm on the topic, he ventured to change the subject.

“I’ve been told you’ve fallen ill several times when I’m away,” he said, garnering your attention rather ungraciously as you bit your tongue in the midst of chewing on the tender game. As you dabbed your lips with your cloth serviette, he continued, his voice not coated in distrust or suspicion of your subterfuge, but drenched in fatherly concern. “Tell me, what seems to be the ailment, my dear? I could send for the apothecary… I’m concerned for you. I couldn’t bear to think…” His voice quivered before it trailed off into nothingness. Reaching across the surface of the wooden table, he grasped your hand. “Speak to me.”

What were you to say? Oh, father, I’m perfectly fine. In fact, I might be falling in love with a knight who is so graciously sneaking me out of the kingdom when you’re away! Or, if you continued the ruse, you were sure that the king’s apothecary would diagnose you with a typical case of hysteria, or perhaps a wandering womb. Perhaps both. A woman’s medical health was scarcely taken seriously, and besides, there was nothing wrong with you, anyway. If you were found to be hysteric, there was a chance you’d be married off immediately to whatever suitor was closest at hand. Afterall, the first and foremost remedy for a hysterical woman was sex with a man. Something about “sexual frustration” and the “healing properties of semen.” You weren’t entirely sure, as you’d put down that book on common medical ailments about as soon as you picked it up. It all seemed like hogwash to you.

“I’m fine, father,” you replied with a smile, though you still had to work up some kind of story to explain your illness. “It’s just… headaches.” That seemed to concern him more, though you were sure any description of symptoms would cause him worry. “It’s nothing serious. It’s probably just… foul air, or something of that sort. Nothing to worry about.”

You startled for a moment when a loud chuff from the tiger (yes, the tiger) at your father’s feet reverberated through you. “Oh!” you breathed, your hand holding your heart as you calmed. “Shiva… Father, may I feed her the rest of my pheasant? I’m full.”

The king seemed distracted now, his eyes roaming aimlessly towards the roaring fire of the hearth. “What? Oh, yes…” He pursed his lips to make a kissing sound at the cat, to which the great animal stood on its four feet. Her warm amber colored eyes followed his hand, which pointed towards you as you held out the game for the tiger.

“Come here, my pet,” you cooed, having become quite accustomed to the exotic animal in your home. Ezekiel was never a conventional king, after all, and he took great care of Shiva, so why not keep her in the house? She was a beautiful creature, slyly slinking across the great hall with her prize after receiving a gentle pat between her ears from you.

And now, you raised your eyes to look concerned at your father, whose behavior as of late worried you. “Now, won’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” Not only were you fretting for him, but it took the weight of your deception off your shoulders for a moment as you shifted the conversation to him. “You’ve been acting stranger than me. Is it…” The Saviors, you wanted to say, but you had to be careful, as the king must not know that you’d heard about the attacks, and that you’d known all this time that his trips were to meet with neighboring kingdoms to discuss what to do about the infamous Sir Negan and his band of violent plunderers.

And, of course, there was the issue of… what you’d heard the man had wanted. You hadn’t heard word of this threat in months, not since you eavesdropped on your father’s conversation with the constable, but it hadn’t left your mind since. In fact, the only times you could forget about it were the times you spent close to Sir Daryl, who seemed to whisk you away on a new adventure each time you climbed on the back of his horse, holding tight to his waist and feeling the warmth of his broad back as you rested your chin happily upon his shoulder. His warm, earthy scent had lingered, too, as well as the feeling of his strong, brawny frame barely fitting in your arms’ grasp.

Oh, yes. Father. “What is troubling you, father?”

In his heart, he knew you deserved to know, but he’d been dreading it until the last possible second, until he knew for sure whether or not the threat was completely legitimate, and not just some dramatic ramblings of a negligible ne’er-do-well. Now, though, it seemed that the threat of Sir Negan and the Saviors was very real, and very serious.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearing his throat as he straightened his back and narrowed his warm brown eyes to a dark, foreboding stare. Whatever he was about to say, you were half-certain you’d know what it would be, but that look on his face was not encouraging. Could it have been worse than what you’d already heard? Of course it could… It’s much more common for things to turn worse rather than better, you’d come to realize.

“There has been… something troubling me for quite some time, daughter. I―I was… not anticipating worrying you with the comings-and-goings in the kingdom. I always tried to keep such things off your mind, to not burden you with matters of petty crime or town gossip, but there’s…” He shifted again, a discomfort contorting his face as he tried to hold back a grimace. You’d never really seen such anger hidden behind his eyes, coming out so visibly. It made your heart race and your hand shake as you raised your goblet of cider to your lips.

“My dear,” he sighed, “there’s peril in Alexandria. I must admit, I didn’t think it was this serious, but I’m afraid I can’t deny it any longer.”

A silence followed, torturing you as you waited for him to speak again. “Just tell me,” you said. “Tell me what’s happening.”

Please don’t give me to that man.

Knowing he was now left with the consequences of delaying his vague warnings, he inhaled deeply before speaking, his voice eerily calm, though you knew such a tone hid a terrible anxiety.

“For the past four months,” he began, “the constable has been dealing with some… unsavory characters. They’re not from our kingdom, in fact, we do not know where they come from, other than a that it is a fortress known only as the Sanctuary… It’s a group of thugs. Racketeers, extortionists, thieves, whatever you want to call them. They’re led by a knight who calls himself Sir Negan.” At this point, he let out a heavy, deep huff. Even the mention of the man’s name seemed to disturb him. It certainly disturbed you, your body shivering as you inched closer and closer to the reveal of whatever terror was troubling the usually jovial king, and whatever news you were to receive regarding Sir Negan and his… desires.

“Sir Negan,” he continued, “he’s a very bad man… I won’t go into the details in front of you, because it’s surely nothing a lady needs to hear, but there is something you need to know.”

No, please… Please, father.

In any other situation, the feeling of his warm hand cupping yours would’ve been welcome, but now, it only seemed like an attempt to reduce the blow of whatever terrible news you were about to receive. You felt as though your blood was rushing to your head, coagulating around the top. You blinked hard and sucked in strained, short breaths.

To make matters worse, he drew out the heavy, unbearable silence of anticipation until the last possible second before he spoke again, finally relieving you of your anxiety, though you only felt like fainting when the words were fully processed by your dizzied mind.

“He demands your hand in marriage.”

Pulling your hand away shakily you palmed your forehead, as if such a movement could possibly put an end to the incessant pounding.

Though you knew this was coming, and you’d tried to prepare yourself to hear it for the past four months, you’d hoped that the knight would’ve been defeated, or he would’ve called off his threats when Alexandria’s militia cracked down on his men’s crime sprees, but no, this was not the case, and now you had to face the fact that this wasn’t just some idle threat or empty effort at intimidation, it was real, and it was getting closer.

The king uttered your name a few times, but it was a blurred sound. Only when you blinked yourself back to reality did you process his words. “My dear…” He seemed near speechless, too, but his voice pulled through. “He’s left us numerous… messages, all of which threaten to seize the throne of Alexandria by force, unless I give you to him.”

But you wouldn’t, you thought. Please, father. You wouldn’t. I know you wouldn’t.

This time, both of his hands reached out to form a cradle around yours. No longer was it a foreboding presence, but a comforting one. You raised your wet eyes to look at him, a small smile forming. How could he smile at a time like this?

He squeezed your hands, then spoke in an almost dulcet, sentimental tone. “But I’d let this castle burn to embers before I would ever let a man like that take you away.”

Thank God!

“Oh, father,” you sighed in relief, though it was a short-lived comfort. The thought of your kingdom that you loved so much burning to the ground, or being ransacked and sieged by such scoundrels… It filled you with a rage and a fear and a sadness beyond anything you’d felt before. You didn’t know you could feel so hot, but your anger was prickling at your skin like the wild flames of a raging fire. “But… we cannot let them kill our people, take our kingdom. Can’t the constable form a battalion to fight them? This… sanctuary… If you know where it is, you could send a cavalry of your best knights to wipe them out, couldn’t you?”

“That’s the problem—we have no way of knowing where the Sanctuary is. We’ve tried capturing a Savior, interrogating him, but he was so loyal to Negan, even said he was Negan. They all say that—‘I’m Negan. We’re all Negan.’ All we know of Negan, besides his rather bold demands, is that he wields a spiked mace and wears black plate armor. Besides that, we know from neighboring kingdoms that they, too, have been weakened by the Saviors, and it appears that, if we tried to form a coalition against them, our combined defenses would not be enough to hold against them. Their numbers are great, and it’s only a matter of time before they stir up more trouble, which is why I’ve decided that you are to be accompanied from now on by a personal bodyguard, just in case.”

You perked up at that, back straightened and eyes staring wide at your father, not so much in shock, but in excitement, because you immediately had a particular knight in mind.

“Of course, we’ll still be trying to get whatever information we can, following leads to see where this Sanctuary is, but first and foremost, I want my daughter to be safe, no matter what. Day and night. Always under the supervision of a bodyguard.”

Oh, please, father… Let me choose him.

“Yes, father,” you replied with a nod, and a sweet smile, as you prepared yourself to beg on your knees to choose. Of course Sir Daryl would have to be your bodyguard, no question. You trusted him more than any of the king’s guards, and you were sure that every other knight in Alexandria paled in comparison to the gallantry of Sir Daryl of House Dixon. And besides, you felt safe with him. “Pray, who will you assign to be my bodyguard? Or will I be able to choose?”

The king raised a wiry gray eyebrow. “Oh… Well, I was thinking of assigning one of my guards, but is there someone in particular you had in mind?”

Trying not to appear too eager, you shrugged your shoulders as you picked up your fork to play with the leftover cold turnips on your plate. If you weren’t trying to remain nonchalant, you would’ve screamed his name to the heavens—Sir Daryl!

“I’d like to think about it,” you said. “I will let you know soon. I’m rather spent. I think I’ll retire now.”

With an exchange of goodnights and I love you’s, you retreated to your quarters with a spring in your step, eager to next see Sir Daryl, and to ask him to be your protector, officially.

The wind stirred up a flurry of leaves in the distance, while a dark cluster of clouds began to converge above you. A single, featherlight droplet landed upon your cheek, but you only smiled up at the gray sky above you. It was good to feel the rain. Back at the keep, your father would never allow you to set foot into the courtyard in this weather for fear of you catching cold, and perhaps that made the rain all the more magical for you. Its forbiddenness only perpetuated your intrigue.

When a chill wind made you visibly shiver, you were reminded of the knight’s presence as he draped his heavy wool cloak over your shoulders. “We should go back,” he said, his voice low and raspy. You’d grown so comforted by it, its scratchiness akin to the very same wool you felt tickling your fingers as you bundled yourself up.

“Just a little while longer?” you asked. After a while, you’d begun to notice Sir Daryl was more accommodating to you when widened your eyes or spoke with a particular lilt. In fact, you couldn’t recall a recent time in which the man had said no to you. “Please?”

He bent his outstretched leg with a huff, resting his elbow upon his knee as he debated for a moment, knowing full well that your saccharine pleas were going to win out in the end anyway. In fact, he didn’t want to head back, either. He wanted to stay planted in this circle of overgrown grass, surrounded by the ancient standing stones that towered over the two of you, making you both feel so small, so unimportant. Somehow, it was a welcome relief for both of you, being in this world where status and circumstance didn’t seem to matter.

Whatever fight was in him, it melted like an ice cube over an open flame when your lips curled into an effortless smile, your gaze directed at him, and only him. Just a little smile sent his way was enough to make him feel more special than any nobleman. So, he gave in, as he knew he would. He always did.

“Just a little while,” he agreed, leaning back on his forearms to stretch out his legs once again. Closing his eyes, he held his face flat up to the sprinkling cloud above, with a slight upward tilt of his pleasantly hairy chin. You followed suit, leaning back to turn on your side and admire his profile—his short, snub nose, wispy brown hairs hanging unruly over his forehead and climbing over his cheeks like overgrown ivy. Somewhere in the darkness of his mop of wavy locks, there was a sliver of pale skin poking out, identifying his ear. It was one of the many small details of him you admired, and you found yourself wanting to outstretch your finger and just trace the helix of his ear, but your shyness overcame you, as it always did whenever you thought of touching him. Lately, you’d thought of touching him in places you’d never even seen drawings of before. Actually, you almost had no idea what to expect of those places, but you imagined them nonetheless.

“Daryl?” you asked, letting your head fall into the cradle of your arm as you tried to memorize this angle of him, just for your own pleasure. He was making you so selfish, in that everything he did was becoming an indulgence for you.

“Hm?” he answered with a grunt.

In a matter of moments, you had to actually think about what you were going to say. You hadn’t thought that far ahead, you just wanted to say his name. Maybe, in your subconscious, you really wanted to ask if he’d let you hold his hand. Your innocence wouldn’t let you do much more than that, but even that was more than you should’ve done.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your breath shuddered when he turned to look at you, his eyes sleepy and soft. “Nothin’.” That was a lie. He’d been thinking about you, as he always did these days. He was thinking about all the things he was too afraid to do, and how he might’ve done them if only he could gather the strength to.

“Nothing?”

“Nothin’.”

“That’s impossible,” you laughed, using your arm to prop yourself up until you were looking down on him. His eyes followed you curiously, and yours trailed down the buttons of his charcoal colored pourpoint. The garment was tight-fitting, hugging the man’s strapping frame. When your eyes reached his belt, you ripped your gaze away, back to his face. “How can one not think? I’m always thinking.”

“Just… wasn’t thinkin’ about anythin’ in particular. What were you thinkin’ about, then, princess?”

You.

“Well, lots of things, like how it’s dangerous for us to be out here.”

“No shit,” he snickered playfully. Though you’d never really heard such language used in front of you before, you found it quite amusing when the knight cursed.

“I mean, with the Saviors… Surely you’ve heard of them.”

“Mm, heard some talk about it.”

You wished you could've been so blissfully unaware enough to say you’d only heard “some talk.” You wondered just what kind of talk he’d heard, and if he knew of Negan’s plans. Only three nights ago had the king confirmed your worst fears, and it plagued your mind more than it had since the first you heard of it. That reminded you… At some point today, you’d have to work up the courage to ask the knight to be your bodyguard. Just how on Earth were you going to do that?

“What did you hear?”

He felt the shiver in your voice, but it didn’t seem to be from the cold wind or raindrops. It came from inside you, and now, he grew a little worried, as if you knew something he didn’t. He sat up slowly, almost cautiously. “Not much, just that the constable was strengthening Alexandria’s defenses in case of an attack. Why? Did you hear something more?”

“Well… Yes. There’s more.” As you debated on whether or not to tell him of what troubled you so, you felt a tightening around your body. Daryl’s gloved hands were wrapping you more snugly in his cloak, to which you raised your head and smiled up at him. Without any words between you, he met your gaze, and offered a slight smile in return. “Thank you.”

“You seem cold…” he replied quickly, trailing off before clearing his throat. “And sad.”

Actually, you were quite warm, but it was the sadness, and the fear, inside you that made you shiver. “I’m a bit melancholy. I… do not know if I should tell you what troubles me.”

He chewed his bottom lip while his brows furrowed in concentrated thought. He had to tread this territory carefully, knowing his position. Status dictated everything, from the food one ate to the clothes on one’s back. Despite how close he felt to you now, he couldn’t risk knowing too much of what he wasn’t entitled to know. But, then again, he’d already broken almost every rule in the book, all for your sake. If he decided that he could break yet another rule, just to alleviate the sadness in your heart, he’d find a way to forgive himself.

“Princess,” he said, the reiteration of your title having become somewhat of an affectionate pet name for you, now that most verbal social niceties were extinct between you two. “I don’t wanna… stick my nose where it don’t belong, but, if I may… You should know that you can tell me anything.”

“I can?” you replied, relief lighting up your face even at the idea of finally being able to tell someone of your worries. When you recalled the contents of what you were about to tell him, the color drained from your visage.

He only could focus on a few of the keywords, but they were the ones that melded together to fill his heart with dread—Sir Negan… demanding… hand in marriage.

No, was his first thought, and it slowly morphed into a whirlwind of dizzied pleas that bounced off the walls of his head, directed towards whatever unseen force directed the universe and made his worst dream come true. For you to leave, to be taken against your will and to see the real evils of this world, that was something he hadn’t been able to quite fathom, though it plagued his mind whenever he remembered the risk of developing these feelings for you. He should’ve known all along that as soon as he allowed his inescapable tenderness for you to invade every nook and cranny of his heart, he’d have to face some kind of ache much greater than his fear of his affections going unrequited. No, this was much worse. The prospect of you getting hurt was beyond any other pain.

“But my father won’t let it happen,” you added, only slightly abating his worries. Still, he knew about men like this. They’d stop at nothing to get what they want, especially in a world where it’s just too easy to take. “But Sir Negan’s threats terrify me. I… wonder if it would be better for the kingdom, to spare so many lives, for my father to just—”

“No,” he interjected. “No, that’s not an option.”

As always, you were amused by his sudden boldness. “I do not want the kingdom to fall because of my father’s pride.”

“It’s not pride,” he replied. Never in a million years did he think he’d defend the decision of a monarch, and yet, here he was. “It’s the right thing to do. He loves you. No one should ever just give away someone they love.”

And then it hit him, his lips hanging open ever so slightly, chapped against the cold wind. Like the Red Sea, his mind diverged into two disparate voices, one that seemed to be his own, the other, some much more chivalrous caricature of himself.

First, his own voice choked out: I love you.

The farcical knight replied, Shut your mouth, you lecherous fopdoodle. No you do not.

Yes, I do.

No, you do not. Lust. Do not lust in your heart after her beauty or let her captivate you with her eyes.

If you spit another useless bible verse at me, I’ll drill a hole in my head.

And, in a matter of milliseconds, the voice left, with only Daryl’s own inner voice there to come to terms with what his feelings really meant.

I won’t let anyone have her.

With night came the usual routine—Daryl thought of some distraction to occupy the guards before he escorted you back to your chambers. This time, his cautiousness led him to latch your windows shut himself, and to leave a freshly sharpened knife upon your bedside table.

It only reminded you again of what you’d yet to ask of him.

“Daryl?” you said, halting him in his tracks just as he was about to take his leave. “May I ask something of you, if I haven’t asked too much of you already?”

Before he turned back to face you, he smiled sweetly to himself, a smile he had to hide from you, lest he seem too eager to serve you, but, oh, he was. He lived to serve you now. Not the duke, not the king, not even God—not anyone else but you.

“Yes, milady?” he replied formally. It almost threw you for a loop, the way he could swing so effortlessly between decorum and familiarity. “And don’t give me another shiny thing.”

Actually, you weren’t even sure if you had any more shiny things to give to him, since you’d given him a different piece of jewelry each time he returned you home safely. “No,” you replied with a chuckle under your breath. “It isn’t that. I actually wanted to ask… Well, my father says I must choose someone to be my personal bodyguard, and…” Swallowing hard, you shrugged your shoulders as a girlish bashfulness overcame you. Unbecoming behavior for a princess, your etiquette instructor would’ve said. “You make me feel safe.”

The voice inside his head returned for a split second, just to frantically reiterate what he’d said earlier: I love you I love you I love you I—

“And I know you’ve done so much for me already that it’s terribly ungracious of me to ask you to do such a thing, and you are under absolutely no obligation to say yes, but—”

“I’ll be your bodyguard.” Indeed, he was sure he would not be able to handle the idea of any other man protecting you in such a... thorough way.

“Oh?” You sighed as the tightness escaped from your diaphragm. “Oh, Daryl, thank you. I don’t think I could ever repay you for anything you’ve done for me.” But how you wished you could, in ways that your innocent mind couldn’t have even fully fathomed. Your heart and your body, however, knew all too well.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said bluntly. “You don’t owe anyone anything.”

But you could still give him something. Not jewelry, but something that symbolized much more than that.

The sparkle of the flame that reflected against the steel of the knife upon your bedside table attracted your attention as your mind instructed you to cross the room and take the blade in your hands. Strange, you’d never held a knife before. Well, only steak knives.

“What the hell are you doin’?” asked the knight. “I said I’d do it.”

“I am not going to kill you, sir,” you laughed, crossing back over to him with your other arm outstretched, the long, flared sleeve of your scarlet houppelande hanging most elegantly before him. “Hold my sleeve, if you please.”

The knight’s gaze turned characteristically suspicious, with narrowed eyes studying your almost mischievous face. After all, you’d never done anything like this before. “Why?”

“Just hold my sleeve… Keep it steady.”

Cautiously, he took the end of the fabric between his calloused fingers. It was soft, like everything about you. Luxurious silk of this kind was truly hard to come by, and he almost feared he’d ruin it just with one touch.

As you raised your dominant hand, the one that held the knife, he began to worry. “Careful with that thing,” he said, following the blade with his eye as you raised it to your sleeve, just below your arm. His confusion at your actions was overwhelmed by his irrational fear that you’d cut yourself.

As the long vermillion shard of your sleeve fell to the floor, he nearly let out a gasp. “Now why the hell did you do that, woman? This some kind of new fashion statement?”

“No!” you laughed, bending over to retrieve the fallen garment. With the knife now replaced on your nightstand, your delicate fingers worked to fold the piece of fabric into a triangular shape. Despite his suspicions, he didn’t dare assume he knew what you were doing, until he did. “Ahem… Sir Daryl of House Dixon, oh gallant knight, will you accept this favor, and be my champion?”

If he hadn’t been frozen in awe and confusion, he might’ve laughed at your sudden formality, but you seemed serious. “What?”

That response almost stripped you of all your shaky confidence. Almost. “Have you never accepted a lady’s favor?”

Never been given one.

“I, uh… Why?”

“Why what?” you laughed.

“Why are you giving this to me?”

You rolled your eyes, as to you it was obvious. Who else would you give a favor to? Besides, he was the only knight you knew well enough to do so.

“Because a lady always bestows her favor upon her favorite knight.”

He swore he could feel every nerve in his body twitch and tighten with every second he replayed that word in his mind. Favorite. He was sure that in all his life, he’d never been anyone’s favorite anything.

“So, will you accept?”

Words were never the knight’s strong suit. At times, he found actions to be much easier for him to communicate through, and this seemed to be one of those times.

He wasn’t sure of the official ceremony, or if there even was one, but he was already a bit weak in the knees anyway, so he decided to let himself kneel before you, hand held out to accept your favor.

Only three words persisted in his head when you delicately bestowed the red sleeve upon his palm: I love you.

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Ice And Snow

❆ Jill Warrick x f! reader ❆

This work is inspired by the amazing, adorable friend of mine @kianaflame23 -`♡´-

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Her hands are always freezing as hell but it never bothers you since you love the cold feeling of holding her hands into yours. Your lady is the dominant of Shiva after all. There are times where you asked her to transform into Shiva, you just love to see Jill in her beautiful, majestic eikon form. This one time where Jill in her Shiva form kissed you so passionately with such a cold cool sensation that caused your skin to get goosebumps, you got so badly ill and this led to Clive laughing his ass off at you. Joshua also found this amusing.

Clive laughed a lot more when Jill demanded you with a very firm tone of hers to get a lot of rest and to take medicine from Tarja twice a day. Tarja couldn’t believe this when you told her about what happened with Jill in her Shiva form, earning a little bonk on the head with her book of medicine for being so silly asking Jill to prime into Shiva so you could be held in her pale white-blue cold hands as she presses down cold-sweet kisses onto your face and lips.

It insanely took you about three weeks to get a hell lot better. Which means you can spend a lot more time with your beautiful ice queen Jill. You and your lover headed out for a lovely picnic, watching sunset rising by the massive lake as it shone brightly onto the water.

“Hey Jill?” You called out to her after finishing the last piece of your delicious bread. Jill placed her glass of wine down and faced you with a bubbly smirk, “Let me guess…you want me to transform into Shiva so you can be held in my very cold-freezing hands as I give you my affection?”

Amused by her assumption, you slipped out a light laugh and shook your head, “No, my lady, I was wondering if you can freeze the lake.”

Jill cocked her eyebrow by your sudden shocking request, “Why?”

“So we can skate together!” You stood up, taking a glance at the lake as you began to imagine dancing on the ice with Jill, “Let’s do ice skating! It will be fun!”

Jill lightened a smile across her face, standing up, “Alright, my love. Stay back.” you distanced yourself from her as she semi-primed into her Shiva form. She whipped out her glowing blue hands and blasted out a long shot of ice onto the lake, freezing the water.

“There.” Jill decided to stay in her Shiva form, she stepped out first and set her footing onto the frozen water. She skated around and twirled gracefully, going for a few rounds of spins. (Y/n) couldn’t lay her eyes off her lover. Jill was too magnificent and elegant to look away.

Your lady noticed you weren’t joining her so she dashed over to you and grabbed your hands dragging you into the frozen water to skate with her, feeling the shiver of coldness crawling upon your skin. “Jill, I don’t think I can skate that well..” you were a little anxious about tripping over on your bottom or worse; making Jill fall onto the ice by accident.

“Don’t worry, my love. I will teach you. Besides, it was your idea after all.” Jill curved a smirk across her irresistible lips, causing your heart to pump up in such excitement.

You giggled innocently, “Yeah, you’re right.”

And so the beautiful glorious day continued with Jill giving you a practice on how to ice skate. You tripped a few times, causing Jill to laugh at your clumsiness adorably. This amazing day had gotten better when you managed to skate without Jill’s help, getting the hang of it. You twirled and spun in the air beautifully, Jill watched in awe as you did that.

Exhausted by skating so much, you and Jill took a break. Sitting down on the picnic blanket to relax for a moment. “You know, (Y/n), we should do this again when we have the chance. That was really fun.” Jill slides her hand on the picnic blanket to touch yours, her face warming.

“The way you twirled and danced on the ice, it was beautiful to look at. You were beautiful to look at.” There were tiny little sparks gleaming through Jill’s grayish pale blue orbs that somehow reminded you of tiny snowflakes dancing in the cold air.

Jill leaned in and cupped your face, pressing down a shivering sweet kiss onto your cheek, “Do you want to go skating again or are you too tired, my love?” an icy smirk glossed over her face.

You gave a nod, smiling with little laughter and standing up as you stuck out your hand to Jill, “Yeah! Let’s go for another spin!”

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a/n - a lack of Jill Warrick fanfictions is killing me and I hate the feeling of it (╥﹏╥) I might write another one of her depending on my mood ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

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Under A Lustful Moon pt. 1

🌸Pairing: Rudra x female OCs x Shiva

🌸Warnings: mention of sex (oral, penetration, masturbation, fingering), kinks (restraints, praising, body worship), nudity, dirty talking

🌸Notes: the reader is consenting!

IMPORTANT: The authors (@evansuvamp and @riseofamoonycake) have chosen to write a fic with their respective OCs (Scarlet and Tanit), so they are presented with the names and features created by them; but the work can be read as a normal character x reader fic.

You can see the full header pic here. I did with lots of love!

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It was a pleasant evening. A smooth and warm wind was blowing, a light breeze full of wet and sandy smells like a sea landscape. And to make it even better, a perfect view from the Svarga, which was printed with the most rich and colorful figures.

Everything there was filling the senses of a pair of old friends: the gods Shiva and Rudra, who weren’t alone at all.

With them were two beautiful ladies. One of them had the brightest blonde hair, curly and smooth; a cascade of hair falling down her back, her feline gaze full of pleasant promises and the small mouth opened in a lascivious smile, the Moon Goddess Tanit, the Lady of Carthage, was slowly roaming around the high chamber, looking at the two deities sensually lying on the marble floor, lean on soft blankets, cushions and pillows. She was deliberately delaying the moment of joining them, taking all her time to observe them and to be observed, especially seeking and paying attention to Rudra: her great companion, her love.

The Lord of Storms did nothing but stare at her, his eyes devouring her elegant and haughty figure, which the long scarlet dress only made more sensual.

With each wave of her hair or shadow play on her pale skin, his desire rose until it began to be painful. And she enjoyed seeing him tremble, slightly biting her lips and giggling.

On the other hand, resting her hands on Shiva’s shoulders, there was a human: a redhead woman with clear skin, which had lots of small moles in many parts of her body. The most recognizable were in the valley of her breast, a half circle, almost like a moon cycle. These moles were arranged in different sizes. Her curvy hair flying with the light breeze. She was devoted to the king of the Hindu Pantheon, that’s why she was allowed to take care of him, even touching him. Also his wives agreed with her presence.

Her name matched the color of her marvelous hair: Scarlet. The young human slowly caressed the purple skin of the god, exchanging some glares with the magnificent goddess while a soft tone of her voice hummed right next to her Lord’s ear, which made him smile a little.

The tension in the air was increasing, and maybe that’s what made Shiva set his eyes into the redhead. He was not that fool to not notice how both females were playing with Rudra and him. That playful atmosphere never failed to turn him on. Even now, some scenes danced inside his head so he sent a quick glance to Rudra, wondering if he was also feeling the intoxicating air full of desire and lust emanating from him.

The God of Storms answered his friend’s silent question sighing and half closing his eyes, large drops of sweat beading his forehead and his hands firmly closed around the soft blankets, waiting for his lady to make her move.

Once again, the females looked at each other in silence, nodding at the same time; and finally Tanit came perilously close, stopping right in front of the gods and glaring at everyone present with the expression of a hungry tiger. «Now…», she fluted then, licking her lips with studied slowness and, immediately after, dropping the gown to the floor in one fluid motion, revealing all the golden jewels that intertwined on her naked skin. Behind her, a big silver moon was rising, its light sliding into her hair like a liquid crown, «… Why don’t we entertain each other?»

… And the night was just starting.

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Everything started time ago, in a day like another.

«Lady Tanit.» A shy voice called for the goddess. It was the human Shiva brought some months ago. Her red hair was covering some parts of her face.

It wasn’t their first time talking, and she really appreciated the Moon Goddess because of her kindness and warmness. And for that reason, they entrusted themselves with lots of stuff. Even the intimate topics.

«I’m here for you, darling», replied the goddess, closing the book that she was reading and looking at the kind girl in front of her. She liked the human with all her being: she was respectful, caring and bright, a good company for Lord Shiva and a trustful person, a human sincerely devoted to her Lord and with a gentle heart. Tanit couldn’t help but love the humans and she sometimes missed the ancient times, when she was in Carthage among them; so she took Scarlet under her protective wing, it was natural to do so.

«You know, Lord Shiva is always that playful… And how easy it is for him to be in the mood… I was thinking, how will he react to being teased by us? Do you think Lord Rudra would also join us?» The red lips of the human made a pouting face, wondering if the questions weren’t out of place for the time she was sharing with the goddess. Small and chubby fingers reached for another lock of blonde hair, braiding it with the other two that Scarlet was already grabbing carefully. She liked to brush and braid Tanit’s hair.

Tanit was silent for a moment, surprised at the request; then she curled her lips in a smile, which became a light and gentle laugh. «My, my, you sure know how to light up the nights, don’t you, little one?» The goddess threw back her head to look at Scarlet, then narrowed her eyes and gave the girl a knowing grin. «I think it’s something that can be done… such an idea has been on my mind for a while now, and knowing I’m not the only one doing it piques my interest.» With a gentle gesture, the Lady of the Moon signaled to Scarlet to stop her work and change positions, then she took the brush that the red beauty offered her and began to comb her wonderful hair. «Yes, I have no doubt that together we will come up with something great. We know our lovers well...»

The sudden change in her aura made the redhead curious about the goddess’ thoughts. In fact, her curiosity grew even more with the final comment. Maybe it would be fun. Scarlet smiled as well, allowing Tanit’s hands to brush her hair.

Later, both females were talking about the suggestion Scarlet made early that night. She wasn’t that skilled about intimacy, because not only were books the best source to get information about it, there was also the practice. Something that she, as a human, had never been interested in until now. And that was Shiva’s fault. Scarlet wanted to be more passionate, to show her Lord how good she could be and give him and his wives the same love she always received from them.

Scarlet listened to Tanit carefully, trying not to miss a part of what she was explaining to make the night even better for the four of them.

The goddess knew what she was doing, and the sweet desires that Scarlet kept within herself: for this, and this was the core of the speech, why not realize them immediately? Shiva already greatly appreciated the girl and was intrigued by her, but he still didn’t know her full potential, and neither did she herself; both needed a good test, but under certain conditions…

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«… Why don’t we entertain each other?»

The echo of Tanit’s voice had not yet died away, and the Lady of the Moon had already swung into action: after undressing herself, she was quick to kneel in front of Rudra and crawl sensually towards him, her gaze locked on the lover’s eyes and barely shaded by her long lashes.

No one would have had any doubts that he would have been her intended victim, but for his part the god was not caught unprepared: he didn’t let escape a moment and with two of his hands grabbed his beloved by the hips and dragged her over him, while the others slipped under the jewels that covered her breasts to caress the nipples. His head snapped forward and his mouth reached up to her neck, biting into the hollow between it and the shoulder and starting to suck, at which point she burst out laughing and wrapped her white arms around his back. «Easy, my love, there’s no need to hurry», she whispered in his ear while her skin was already beaded with drops of sweat and reddened under the hungry touch of the Lord of Storms, who for that evening had forgotten his usual calm and had decided to take her as soon as possible. The goddess let him play with her body without depriving him of the satisfaction of hearing her moan at every caress, bite and pressure on the sensitive skin, but her gaze often went to Scarlet, who in turn stared back at her: everything was proceeding according to plans.

Rudra was enjoying it, may it be because of how sensual and beautiful his favorite goddess was or maybe ‘cause he could sense how the Lady of the Moon managed all the situation. He could tell her stubbornness turned on him even more, and the way she was moving her hips in small circles while he played with her skin made even more noticeable how much their bodies had been missing each other. His lips traced her neck, sucking slowly to cause more moaning.

Scarlet had her cheeks blushing already: she could feel how sensual her lady was. The movements of her hips were so erotic, even when she was just teasing her Lord. Still, Scarlet’s hands made their way through Shiva’s neck to his hard muscles in his chest. The slow grunts from him as a signal of doing a good job. The massage was slow, with little circles, playing with the texture of his skin. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the god throwing his head to the side with his eyes closed. His smirk never disappears. One of his hands came to find Scarlet’s nape, forcing her a little closer so he could whisper: «What are you planning, little one? Hmm?»

The voice was low, but playful and full of expectations.

He wanted to see her full potential, making her pass some limits and enjoy the time together.

A small grin appeared on the angelical face. «Nothing, my Lord. I just want to praise and worship you.» She placed a small kiss on his forehead, never stopping the massage.

Another grunt came from Shiva’s lips and this time it was lower, coming from his throat. The only noise of it made Scarlet’s legs rub together. She loved his voice.

Once again, her eyes returned to her lady, looking for some approval to follow the plan.

«Yes, Lord Shiva… enjoy the time with your girl, you deserve it!», the golden haired goddess added, sweetly smiling at Shiva just before letting out a louder moan and digging her nails deep into Rudra’s back, who in turn muffled his voice against the partner’s shoulder. «You can lie to him, but not to me», replied the Lord of the Storms, taking a deep breath and giving her a slight grin. Two hands rested on her breast and the others grabbed his thighs, Tanit couldn’t have escaped that grip even if she wanted to: not even his gaze showed a sign of letting her go. «I don’t believe a word you said, my lady. What are you planning for us? Come on, share it, we are listening.» As if to give her a little incentive to start, one of the god’s hands slided from Tanit’s thigh to reach her intimacy, and two fingers were quick to find her already wet opening and caress the outermost lips, then pinch them.

Shiva chuckled hearing the goddess barely hold back a cry, then lifted his lids slightly to observe her, focusing on her flushed cheeks and the trembling of her hips and breasts, then turned his head and stared at Scarlet, piercing her with a lascivious look. «These sweet girls... they really think they can hide something from us, eh, Rudra?», he murmured, caressing his lover’s chest up to the neck, then taking her chin between his index and middle fingers and caressing her lips with his thumb. His jewel, his precious little bat…

That caress was just a warning, she could feel the God of Destruction’s hot breath. Then she was attracted to the front, so Shiva could see her. He raised an eyebrow: her little body was showing some signals of pleasure, indeed, his beloved human was enjoying the tease and Shiva became impatient to take her for his own desires.

«Don’t underestimate us, great Lords», Tanit replied playfully, trying to control the speed of her breath and not give in to the shivers running through her skin, «… or you might be surprised.»

«Are you playing with us?» The two friends spoke at the same time, and at this point the girls started to laugh, the complicity arising in their tune.

«Some things require patience, my Lord», Scarlet spoke. Her curves were even more noticeable through the light gown she was wearing. The saree was black, her favorite color, it had been modified to some fresh look for the girl’s comfort. Clothing and light played a good silhouette for the god’s view, while the candles’ flame danced through the room; even the slightest movement was caught by Shiva’s vision. And just for that, he brushed his own lips with the tongue. «Well then, I’m beyond interested now. Let us see what you have in mind.»

Scarlet took apart the veil covering part of her shoulders and bare back, her hips swayed to the left side and her hands took a new position. No music was needed really for them. Slow motions of her curves, along with the jewels she wore most of the time, were enough to make the arousal of her Lord to increase.

Besides, she was not alone at all: soon, her moon lady escaped from Rudra’s touch and joined the show. Her golden jewelry tinkled in synchrony with her body, and the sight made Rudra go feral easily. He knew the perfection of Tanit’s graceful movements, and the fact that she rarely allowed him to dance together just made the teasing game a little but pleasureable torture.

Scarlet joined Tanit and touched her body, playing with it and caressing her hips. Her body bounced slowly to the sides, making small circles in the air. Soon, the pair of their hips grinded together and they took the opportunity to share a small kiss. Their hands intertwined, both bosoms collided as the kiss became deeper. Scarlet let out small moans, while her lady’s tongue made its way through her mouth.

Then, Shiva retorted with some impatience: «Come on! That’s cheating! If you keep doing that, I don’t think I can control myself.»

It was an evil game. Rudra tried to be calm but the view was making him totally desperate to feel that burning skin one more time. «Tanit… please, don’t make it longer…»

The little plea made Tanit smile, while she was still dancing with the little human. It was funny for the ladies but not that much for the great gods. «We told you not to underestimate us», the Moon Goddess replied in a siren voice, slowly turning her eyes to observe Rudra’s pained expression, kissing Scarlet again as she maintained eye contact with him. She loved these moments: when the situation was in her hands and she was in charge, deciding and pulling the strings, and everything depended on her. This was the power she had always wanted to have: not over Carthage, not over peoples, but over her lovers. To be worshiped by them, to dominate them, to take them to the edge was a sadistic pleasure that went beyond that of the flesh, even if she herself felt the weight of that torment on the body. She and Scarlet wouldn’t continue much longer with that teasing, the effect they had obtained was enough and their companions were becoming really impatient and difficult to control; and they, too, were eager to join the lovers once their goal was achieved. They had played enough.

With a slow and fluid movement, and without their mouths separating, Tanit first slid her hands on the girl’s buttocks and squeezed them tightly, eliciting a moan, then took her in her arms and kissed her at the base of the neck, slightly biting. «You are very good, truly exceptional», the goddess praised softly as she carried her into the arms of Shiva, who welcomed his girl and hugged her as if for fear that Tanit would take her away after only one touch. «You had a great time at our expense», he murmured, giving the Moon Lady a burning look and a smirk that promised revenge, «but are you ready to be repaid? Especially you, Lady of Carthage... I know there is your mind behind it all, don’t fool me. You really love to play with fire, hmm?»

Tanit smiled more and more, the answer ready; but Rudra was faster and, grabbing her with all four hands, pressed her to him until she was out of breath, burying his face in her hair. More than before his desire was evident and imbued with irritation and animal hunger, ready to explode. «Shiva is right... you have to make it up to me, my beloved. And now I want to see how you manage to escape me again...», he whispered in her ear as his fingers unhooked and removed her jewels, leaving her completely naked, «try, if you can.»

The goddess only had time to cast a glance at Scarlet, about to suffer the same fate, that the Lord of Storms rolled her under him and anchored her to the soft blankets, squeezing her with his whole body and grabbing her wrists with two hands, while the others were free to caress, tease and slip where they most wanted. The moon was caged by the storm, a roaring, thirsting and demanding calamity.

The god knew his lady’s body well, by now not an inch of her skin was a secret to him: not a mole, not a single mark. For this reason, after playing for a while with all her most sensitive points, he suddenly attacked her hips, stroking them slowly and repeatedly, gently pinching them.

For Tanit, nothing was more irresistible than being touched and grabbed there, so it didn’t take more than an instant before she began to squirm and pant, her cheeks redder and redder. In her mind all thoughts became confused, invaded by waves of pleasure more and more intense; and almost as if she wanted to get rid of them, she threw her head back on the pillows, exposing the neck.

A more than tempting occasion for Rudra, who attacked it repeatedly with kisses, and then started to go down her chest to reach the breasts, making her tremble under his tongue.

«R-Rudra», she chirped as his lips closed around her nipple, trying to break free from his grip; in response, the god tightened the fingers around her wrists and began to suck, enjoying every gasp and moan she let out, with the clear intention of tormenting her until she was exhausted. The Lord of Storms was delighted, every single sound escaping Tanit’s lips just made him sweat and grunt. His tongue dances slowly around the areola, while his right hand left the hip and started to torment the other nipple; then he freed the goddess' wrists and started having fun with her wet skin. He left a moan out after feeling her gracile hands reaching out his hair, and the soft strokes became hair pulls. Judging by the sexy and loud noises Tanit was letting go, he was doing a good job. Her voice was an authorization to his movements, which made him keep sucking on her nipple, again and again.

The wet sounds echoed through the beautiful bedroom, making all of them shiver. Her siren-like voice was always tantalizing and not just the gods were affected by it: Scarlet started to feel more and more wetness between her legs, and the kisses her Lord gave to her neck just fueled her desire to the highest point. She moaned loudly when Shiva’s teeth marked it slowly, sucking the tender flesh as his right upper arm played with her soft thighs. «It seems like you enjoy it, hm?», Shiva’s low tone rang in her ears, a wet sensation made her tremble and then, the sharp teeth touched just a little of her earlobe. That panting voice mixed with Tanit’s and Rudra smiled, giving a glance to her eyes.

He noticed her nipples hardening, just the same way as his dick. Suddenly, he stopped licking to pinch them in slow round movement. His bottom arms kept the beautiful and plush legs open for him, and another smirk appeared on his face, noticing how wet she was. «Is all of this for me? It looks so sweet, I’ll have a taste.» Rudra bent, leaving small kisses all over her sweet and plump skin. As soon as he found her pubis, his arms secured her legs to keep her still, he knew how sensitive she was: that’s why he enjoyed teasing her in such a way. Grabbing her so tightly would make her feel vulnerable when his tongue licked the round, pink pearl.

She squirmed, moaning for the cool sensation as Rudra gave another lick, this time accompanied by a little bit of biting. Guided by her moans louder and louder, Rudra added more tension to the hot session, starting to suck on it as his eyes locked with hers. «Mmh… What is it, eh? Do you enjoy yourself, Little Moon?», a husky voice came from his mouth. He knew a storm was building up in her core.

The Moon Goddess was in rapture with the skilled wet muscle of her beloved Lord. «Oh my… Rudra…» Another subtle bite was given. Rudra’s teeth weren’t as sharp as Shiva’s but still the feeling was enough to tame Tanit. Her hips rolled up, trying to feel more of him as her hands pulled the raven locks of his hair. She wanted more of his sweet and rough ways of love. «More, Rudra… I want more… Ah!», she jolted, and Rudra moved his tongue until meet those sweet folds which called him.

Once again, Tanit pant loudly, enjoying the way her Lord worshiped her body. He knew how to embrace her, to tame her desires. But it was never enough. She loved to be at his mercy and feel their bodies rolling, sweating and intertwined. Right now she was lost of words, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and sweat running through her body. «Tell me, my queen… Mmh… Answer», his voice changed. He wanted to know, he wanted her to scream how good she felt when he ate her out.

No answer came, Tanit wanted to play and not giving Rudra what he wanted was the perfect way to join the game. But it lasted shortly: a finger slipped easily in her folds. He showed her a smirk, adding the second finger and still holding her legs with the bottom arms, while the other was free to roam on her body. It helped him to tease her clit easily and pump his fingers inside her. «If you refuse to talk, then I can make you answer with this», hunger and lust were placed in his voice, working her body. He adored her.

Tanit's shaking voice increased with the pace of his fingers but still managed to reply his demands. «So good… Please, my Lord… Don’t stop. Make it harder… Hah! I’m going-»

But he stopped. A wide smile formed in his face, loving how flustered and upset she was.

As this happened, Scarlet was starting to struggle to keep her powerful Lord at bay, who continued to torment her sensitive earlobe for a while as all of his hands moved along her face and neck, stroking and squeezing his treasure’s beautiful skin. This felt very much like a sensual punishment, a slow, simmering torture to teach an overly bold and disobedient subject where she belonged. Shiva was hungry for her flesh and did nothing to hide it; on the contrary, he probably also felt pain from holding back, yet he continued to do so, in order not to give Scarlet the physical satisfaction she craved for.

The redhead sighed deeply, shaking under a shiver when two of the Lord of Destruction’s hands slid along her shoulders and the fingers began to run along her arms, the fingertips just resting on them in a very light caress. «A torment for a torment, my lovely bat. Some mistakes cost dearly, sweet girl», he whispered to her just before leaning forward, suddenly interrupting the caresses and giving her a slight push. With a small cry of surprise, Scarlet slid off the god’s lap and onto the soft blankets, and immediately afterward she found herself surrounded by his arms, ensnared by his burning eyes and triumphant grin. It wasn’t the growing pressure of Shiva’s body on hers that made the girl blush; not the arms ever tighter around her, tense not to leave to her even the imagination of being able to escape, nor the knee that slipped between her legs to keep them open and rubbed softly against her opening dripping with fluids and delights, nor the low, heartless laugh that only she could hear… but the shadows that suddenly began to dance on the face of her lover, making him look like a creature of darkness and secrets, an entity that has come from the Night itself to kidnap her and make her his, only his.

Rudra had brought the storm even to the sky, for the sweet moon had fallen into the hands of black clouds which deprived the chamber of much of its light: and from that darkness neither the goddess nor the girl could find salvation, as it had come just for them.

One frowning and the other hesitant, both bent by the impulses they felt in their bodies but which their loved ones didn’t want to satisfy, the two ladies looked at each other for a moment; the next instant their respective companions grabbed their attention again by turning their faces to look at them, then both Rudra and Shiva burst out laughing.

«You two will drive us crazy», the first murmured, leaning over Tanit's forehead to give her a kiss, before doing the same service to her mouth, «but we love you for that too. Come on, open your golden doors to me, my great queen, this time I'll give you all the pleasure you want», he said while wrapping his arms around the Lady of the Moon as he covered her chin and neck with more kisses, making her smile again.

Shiva looked at the two with a smile, then returned his focus solely to his young devotee.

Scarlet opened her arms without hesitation when the god stretched out on her body and crouched on her belly, rubbing the nose against the hollow between her breasts and kissing her skin. «Aaah, now what am I supposed to do with you, my little flower?», he purred, enjoying her caresses and eyeing her sideways like a cat, «I should thank you for always making me so hungry... but you’ll be able to hold on long enough to let me do it properly… or you’ll faint for me?»

«Do with me what you will, my Lord», Scarlet’s soft voice answered him, her eyes filled with stars and his same hunger, «I’m here for you.»

«And that’s what I want», replied the Lord of the Dance as he leaned on two of his arms and lifted his torso just enough to advance up her body, stopping when their two faces were at level, «and you know it, my adorable chick.»

«My Lord… I really love you», Scarlet’s arms passed through his upper limbs with a snake-like touch, until they were around his neck. She smiled, leaning to meet her Lord’s lips, eye contact all the time. Her lips parted a little, to allow his tongue to seek the wanted dominance of hers as always. A small pant escaped the red and plump lips from the human, as her hips made a slight trust against the god. He replied doing another one, playfully, he wanted to tease her even when she was already soaking between her legs.

For the friends gods, this was going to a crazy level and they needed some release soon. The body language never lied, and all the kisses, wet sounds reverberated through their room doing a perfect harmony for the heated session. Scarlet reached for Shiva’s hair, pulling slowly while her lips hid between his neck. Small bites and marks were left along the muscles, caressing the blue tattoo easily. Shiva grunted, using the right bottom hand to meet Scarlet’s hips. She was being naughty again and he won’t last a second more waiting for her.

She could read his expression when his muscles tensed above her, so the next she knew was a ripping sound, of course it was from her own clothes. Shiva surely liked to destroy things and he was serious about it. The thin silky fabric was thorn easily, leaving just some shreds around and a devilishly grin from the God of Destruction. Scarlet maintained her eyes on him, feeling how the hunger flames seemed to burn her alive with every single caress. Before he could take another step, she used her legs to trap him. «Lord Shiva… Do I give you pleasure?» Her question was just a fake concern, she just wanted to earn some time and enjoy his alluring voice while the plan started.

«Oh my sweet one, you know very well that you do it. You light up the flame inside me and make me feel in rapture. Just a little touch of yours can make me fall instantly for you… My devoted girl… You give lots of pleasure, love and kindness. So that’s why I want to take you to the next level every time. Are you ready for me?» A lascivious smile came from those plump lips, running his hands through the bottoms of his human girl. For him, patience was becoming zero and his breath started to increase, kissing her deeply.

Now, Scarlet reached for his strong arms for support. She knew that god was a complete steel man, his iron force would never let her go and do as she pleased soon. Scarlet stopped the kiss and took him between her small hands, «My Lord, would you let me take some initiative this time? I just want to worship you in every possible way… I want to be yours, and only yours…» Her voice was smooth, wanting to crush her own barriers and start to make a move for him.

The small left hand traveled down his torso, caressing the hard skin. All his muscles were tonified and tensed, his breath hitched when she touched his pelvis. By this moment, Shiva was completely lost in her, throwing his head aside and enjoying those touches. A small moan came out at the light pressure Scarlet put onto him and it became louder just in a quick movement she made. It was also hard for her, because even if it was just a few octaves, Shiva used that voice of his to take her to nirvana. Her thighs were sweating with the new posture, she above him and Shiva allowing the pleasure to increase. He was about to come when she stopped, another groan completely upset came out and she smiled, climbing to his body. «May I ride you, my Lord?» He was huge, she knew that but still, she wanted to take him, restrain his will and make both of them enjoy each other.

On the other hand, Rudra stared at Tanit’s body, running his fingers between the last jewels left on her. He took some of them between his teeth, just to play with her. The make out was passionate, they could feel it around their skin. The lord of Storms lined up with her body, a pair of arms on both sides of her beautiful and feminine curves. His eyes never let her break their connection. Then he said: «Sweet moon… Am I allowed to give you all the pleasure now? We both know this won’t last a minute more… I need to feel your beautiful body shiver under me. And I know you want me to please you, to touch and fuck you so hard…» last thing was a low whisper, while he placed a kiss behind her ear.

Tanit looked at him, her eyes shining like golden gems, filled with desire and adoration, and sat down, urging the god to do the same thing. Her hands slid up his chest in sinuous circular motions, finally closing around his breasts and gently massaging his nipples: she knew very well how irresistible it was for him, as much as for her to be touched on the hips, and stared at him, who tilted his head back and took a deep breath, his skin covered with new beads of sweat and two of his hands convulsively gripping the covers, the others closed around her wrists and trembling under the light torture. «Yes, I want you to take me», she replied, leaning her face against his chest and rubbing her nose on it, then kissing the hot skin, «I want to feel you inside me. You are so good at making me scream, and I have been too sadistic with you… so, take your time: you know how I like it, deep and slow. I am in your able hands, my only Lord: I am your love slave.»

Rudra clearly heard the slight provocative note in her words ― who really was the slave between them? ―, but he paid no attention to it, enchanted by her gaze as he was; also, the Lady of the Moon was quick to jump on the lover’s lap and, freeing the wrists from the grip, threw her arms around his neck and dug the nails into the nape. «Go», her honeyed voice murmured to him, the lips an inch from his and the belly rubbing against his muscles, «the moon wants to get full for you.»

This was the watchword: unable to hold back any longer, Rudra grabbed Tanit with all the four hands and pressed her against his chest, while she wrapped her legs around his hips and her moist opening begged to be filled. The god slid into his beloved moon with ease and both gasped as their bodies united, then he began to move calmly, pounding into her sensually and deeply, breathing rapidly while she seconded every movement with her pelvis. The urgency to give and take all the promised pleasure manifested itself in the iron grip with which they held the other’s flesh and kept looking at each other, inflaming the gaze with smiles and everything that escaped their mouths and bodies: whispers, cut words, short breaths, moaning and panting, and the Tanit’s sharp nails deeply marking the nape of Rudra’s neck and then tracing bright red roads along his back, making the skin quiver under the mix of pain and delight that the god was feeling.

Usually at this time, the goddess leaned her head on his shoulder or threw it back, snuggling against him or letting her neck be marked; in that night, however, she continued to stare at his face for long minutes, with the clear intention of seeing his every reaction, even if the continuous and well-aimed thrusts made her moans higher and higher and her eyes began to ooze gold and silver tears, as they always did when she felt an almost unbearable pleasure. «More», she whispered to her lover, «I know you can hold on… on… hold on for me. Do it for me, do it... please! Please, again! Ah!»

Without saying a word, Rudra surrendered completely to his own desires and those of his lady and leaned forward, laying her on the blankets and covering her with his body, harpooning the fabric with two hands as the others positioned themselves on the goddess’ hips to hold her in place. The thrusts became stronger and if possible even deeper, also favored by her fingers, still tormenting his back; and while the love making seemed destined to last forever and to grow in intensity, she was going to faint, losing all of herself, while the great heat she felt became almost nil and the nerves slowly lost resistance to consciousness. Never, never before Rudra fucked her dumb with such strength and urgency; and she loved every second of it almost desperately, fearing that she was only living a dream and none of this was happening: especially, that the god had never been real, that he had never loved her, that the happiness and peace she felt from when he had entered her existence it was only an illusion.

«Oh no, you are not running anywhere. Come back to me», Rudra murmured when he saw her eyes blur and detach from reality, leaning closer to her and slowly biting her lips; she gasped and let out a choked cry, wrested from her fears with the delicate firmness that only he possessed, and met his flaming gaze a short distance from hers, waiting for her return. «Your thoughts have to know there is no place for them tonight», he said with a sweet smile, pressing her hips harder and kissing her cheeks, mouth and neck, «you are all mine, you have to feel everything I do to you.» As if to underline the words he had just uttered, the Lord of Storms gave a stronger thrust, taking her breath away for the umpteenth time: and her body vibrated and trembled, making her realize that she was close to the climax and suggesting the same thing to the god. The belly of the Moon Goddess stretched out towards that of her lover, who slowly massaged it with one of his free hands, just pinching the navel, and then slid the other under her, to stroke her back and help her free herself. Tanit’s hands grabbed the ones pressed on her hips, and with a sigh she had her first orgasm of the evening.

«Good girl», whispered Rudra, embracing his golden goddess and slipping to the side to change positions and roll under her, without stopping pounding. «You deserve to dominate me. Come on, my lady, ride me as you like, the reins are yours.» A second orgasm followed soon after, but the series was destined to be long: Tanit had known for some time what to expect during her nights with the lover, his voracity melted her skin in shivers at least as much as the energies with which he tested her resistance.

«My love, so you really want to drive me crazy…», she murmured, taking two of his hands and bringing them to her breasts, as she let the others slide down her buttocks and squeeze them; before he could answer, she motioned him to stop for a moment and, in front of his delighted gaze, undid the ponytail, freeing the long locks and sending them sliding down his back and over both of their chest, and on Rudra's fingers.

«Look at my sweet lynx», the god commented, stroking her curls and bringing them to his mouth to kiss them one by one. He was the only one allowed to touch, caress and even lick them, a great honor for him, «we aren’t joking at all, aren’t we?»

She leaned over him and poured her hair around their faces, a soft golden curtain that separated them from all the rest of the world, even from Scarlet and Shiva. «Hmmm… I’ll be all yours, but you belong to me. And now, don’t you feel like you’ve been standing still for too long?» Placing her hands on his chest, Tanit rotated her hips and began dictating a new rhythm, immediately feeling shivers of pleasure invade her flesh and mind. «Leave it all to me. Trust me, puppy, mommy is here.»

«Tanit… Tanit…» This time it was Rudra’s turn to reach the climax: his lady’s hair lightly tickling his cheeks and neck, her nails gripping his chest like the claws of a hungry feline, her little mouth stimulating and testing his throat and his neck cords, the dance she forced him to do with her hips, every move added ever more uncontrollable pleasure: he was losing his mind and giving it all to her, the goddess was holding him firmly in her white hands and playing with him as she pleased, teasing him, slowly sucking away his lucidity. He, he was the true slave, and she the sweet and sadistic mistress delighted by every moan and gasp and murmur released by his lips. «Come for me, my Lord», whispered the moon siren, repeatedly stroking his nipples and receiving a louder moan in return, «come on, free yourself for me.» He kept chanting her name like a prayer and the grip of his hands tightened on her flesh, making her smile wider and stimulate him again and again. She was in heaven, at the pick of delight, and all this thanks to her great partner. «I love when you adore me in this way…», she praised him softly, then kissed him on the lips, «you really are the beloved heart of the moon.»

He came while she was kissing him for the second time. The goddess felt his body relax and distend under her touch, his hands becoming more delicate and gently caressing her; so she pulled away from his mouth to rub her nose against his. «Good boy», she fluted, stroking his hair and face, «you know that I love you more than my existence, right?»

«I know it very well… but I want it more», he whispered, panting heavily, his teary eyes full of love and veneration for his moon. «Please, love me again. I want to… I want to be fucked another time by your perfect body. Take me again.»

«How insatiable we are⁓» she laughed, standing over him and throwing her head back, her eyes sparkling with euphoria, «but don’t worry, I’ll gladly obey: I too want to feel you inside me a thousand times...» She stopped for a moment and glanced at Scarlet, who in tacit agreement replied with a silent look, «but first, there is something our little girl and I have to do… a present for you and our Lord Shiva.» Without waiting any longer, Tanit slid down from Rudra’s body and jumped to her feet, her skin covered in bites and love marks of all kinds, to then bend down to the ground and collect the jewels that the god’s ardor had scattered around. Her hands were soon filled with the golden chains with which she used to cover her body, and when she stood up, in her gaze there was a new light and a smile more similar to a grin.

«What... What do you want to do? Hey!» Shiva threw his head back, looking at the goddess from below, as soon as he saw her approaching him out of the corner of his eye; then he returned his attention to Scarlet, who with the speed of a snake and unsuspected strength had grabbed two of his wrists and held them tight, waiting for Tanit. «Don’t be afraid», the girl chirped, an innocent smile painted on her gorgeous face, «you will like it and thank us, later. Trust my words, my Lord.»

«Listen to her», Tanit went on, grabbing his other two wrists and smiling at him affably and warmly, «we will make you happy.»

«I don’t believe a word you―»

Both ladies bent over his face and kissed him on the mouth at the same instant, depriving him of any possibility of replying and making his eyes widen in surprise; then, the subtle click of a lock or something like that filled the air, and Tanit let out a silvery laugh. «Now try to move, if you can! Come on, use all your strength!», she breathed into his ear, lasciviously stroking his cheeks as she withdrew to contemplate the work, and Scarlet did the same.

More and more astonished and now also agitated, Shiva stared at his hands: a refined but very strong golden weave, the most precious gold Carthage had ever created and Tanit blessed with her powers and love, caged his wrists, tying them one to the other above his own head, effectively immobilizing all his arms. Firmly anchored to the ground, a long pin held all the chains in place, further limiting the god’s possibilities of movement, who was therefore completely at the mercy of the two. «What… What! Why? What are you two going to do to me? Answer!»

«You will see for yourself, Lord of Destruction», Tanit replied, throwing her hair back and waddling elegantly towards Rudra, who, propped up on his elbows, watched the scene with rapt eyes and a deep blush on his face, «indeed, you will both see it: you, and my beloved storm.»

Without putting up any resistance, Rudra suffered the same fate as Shiva, but he never took his elongated eyes off the goddess: thus, she had this in mind when she let her hair down; and probably, somehow, it was she who had goaded him into take off her jewels to later use them for a methodically concocted plan, woven together with Scarlet’s skilful mind. Those two… «Torture me all the time you want», he whispered as she closed her hands around his wrists, wrapping them in a cold grip, «but remember that sooner or later you’ll have to free me, and you’ll pay for everything.»

Scarlet smiled, then hooked all the chains to the pin, snatching a small gasp from him when she had to pull: now he was her prisoner in every way, unable to defend himself from her torturing fingers, and he had to accept whatever she would have reserved for him. «I’m not going to make you feel pain, fear not: you deserve only the greatest pleasure, and I don’t want to deny it to you. However, I also desire to fully enjoy your beautiful and strong body, so… so now get ready for a second session of warmth and love, as I promised before.»

«Are… are you going to torment me again until I am at my limit? Aren’t you?»

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Shiva X Reader

(This is just a little something I did based off an OC of mine I plan to elaborate on over on my Ao3, I did this as a reader insert and if you're interested in seeing what OC of mine this is based on hop over to Ao3 or drop a comment and I'll drop her Bio!)

The little sea nymph skipped through the halls of Helheim, searching for her dear uncle Hades in need of advice in regard to her father Poseidon. Hades was the uncle that watched her most as a child when her father was busy, so she was a normal face to see in the underworld as she often visited and came to him for sound advice on things she wasn't comfortable bringing to her father. "Lady (Y/n)? I didn't know you were here." This had been her older cousin Hermes; despite her smaller stature she was only a couple hundred years younger. "I came to see Uncle Hades; do you know if he's in the throne room." The young woman turned to face the tall male, arms crossing in front of her as she rocked on her heels. The older male chuckled, nodding his head as he pointed down the hall. "Yes, he is, I just came from there to deliver a message from Lord Zeus. Is everything ok?" This made the girl giggle; she knew how much of a gossip her cousin could be, so she decided to tease him some. "Oh yes, I just need some advice on approaching my father about something." That clearly got the male's attention as he crossed his arms and cocked a brow, leaning forward some. "Oh? I do hope you aren't in trouble. You've always been such a good girl." The male was now teasing back, causing twin grins to break across their faces. Of course, their teasing was all in good fun, both were quite friendly when they'd see each other. "No, no trouble just… I believe I've found the relationship I would like to be in." She was purposely wording it in a way to avoid giving him information, she wanted to speak to her father before it burned through the family like wildfire. "I see, so it's about a love interest. I'll not keep you waiting then, the sooner you talk to your dad the sooner I get to tell the others." He gave her a playful wink and wave before he turned to leave, letting the young woman resume her way to the throne room. She knocked gently at the door after greeting the guards, waiting for her uncle's permission before she entered. "I hope you aren't busy Uncle; I have something Important I need to talk to you about." The sweet little nymph practically skipped towards her uncle's throne, moving to sit in one of the small thrones beside him. "Never too busy for you darling, what it is you need?" The older male gave her a smile as he turned to face her, Poseidon had many children and her being one of the youngest she only really got to spend so much time with he father. Hades would often watch her for her father as her mom was often "busy" whatever that was supposed to mean. Hades had a few of his own and his favorites to raise were his daughters, so he had instantly melted over his niece when she came to be in his care. He'd spoil her if he felt she was being treated fairly, even spoke to his younger brother when one of the male's mistresses would step out of line in regard to the little one. Needless to say, little was more important than his niece. "You see, I have been talking to and spending time with a god and his wives from another pantheon. But he wishes to talk to dad and get his permission to date me to avoid stepping on his toes, so I need to set up something for them to talk. But I don't know how to bring it up to dad especially since I don't know how he feels about the god in question." She blushed deeply; she knew her uncle could probably guess who it was based on how important it was to her. Afterall, she had the same crush since she was a preteen, none other than the god of destruction himself Shiva. She had met him a few times growing up from accompanying her dad and uncles and even cousins to certain events and meetings, she had never spoke to him though and simply fangirled and flustered herself from a distance.

It wasn't until she was officially old enough to drink that she had actually met Shiva's 3 wives, it was at her birthday celebration that she had truly got to socialize with many of the other gods. Zues had thrown a big party, inviting a large number of gods and goddesses from across the pantheon. Dionysus had even showed up to serve as a bartender, making for plenty of variety. Kali had approached first to wish her a happy birthday, giving her a necklace from the 4 of them. It was made by some dwarvish artisans with a bunch of gemstones handpicked by the group, figuring if she was important enough for Zeus to throw such a party then she was worthy of a thoughtful gift. "I see, so Shiva has finally noticed you?~ Congrats sweetheart." He chuckled and gave her a head pat; he knew she'd probably tell him all about how this all came to be later. "Well, your father and him have never really spoke much as far as I remember, so if he dislikes Shiva, he has never made it known. I don't think you'll need to take any special precautions, just approach him when he isn't busy and let him know that Shiva would like to meet with him to discuss courting you. My brother isn't the type to freak out, and everyone knows how far Shiva would go for the people he cares about so he has no reason to believe Shiva would do you wrong." He could see her relax some, despite how calm he was her father was still quite intense at times and most daughters would be apprehensive to approach their fathers about a man wanting to date them. So, her anxiety was very real and understand able, but Hades knew well everything would work out. "Would you like me to accompany you and wait outside the door just in case?" The older male chuckled as he pinched her cheek, knowing she'd most likely deny him but still wanting to offer. "No that's fine, I think you're right and I'm just overthinking it." She nods her head and moves to stand, stretching some as she took a deep breath. "Now to go home and get things settled, Hermes wants details and if it takes more than a day or two, he'll be teasing me about being a scaredy cat for the next millennia." She pouted as her uncle laughed, nodding his head. "Alright darling, be safe on your way back. I'd hate to think of what the god of destruction or my brother would do if something happened to you on your way back." His comment made the girl giggle as she bid him goodbye, practically jogging out of the room to go and see her father.

It didn't take her long to get back up to the heavens, and back to the home she and her unwed siblings shared with their father. But she took her time once inside the castle, rehearsing her words in her head to make sure she didn't mispeak or leave anything out. She had been on her way to her father's throne room, spotting one of the many servants walking down the hall. "Excuse me, is father in the throne room?" The servant had been quick to turn and bow, giving a curitous yes as they kept their eyes on the ground. Her father refused to let the servants treat his children any less than him, as since he was perfect that meant his children were aswell. "What do you know of his mood? I'd prefer not to bother him if it's been a particularly frustration day." With that the servant stood straight, though kept their eyes on the ground. "It's been a quiet day so I don't believe he is upset. Though you know your father best." (Y/n) simply nodded, turning to continue on her way to her father's throne room. She entered quietly without knocking, her father always telling them that it was their home and they have no need to tiptoe about as no one would dare scold them for adventuring through their home. "Hello father, is now a good time?" She walked over to his side, standing patiently as he flipped through his book. "I suppose it isn't a bad time, has something happened?" He tilted his head slightly to look at her, he saw his children as his equals as far as their existence went and so he had no problem looking at them. Something that used to piss off Adamas, as the other male hated how Posidon doted on his kids in a way most other gods would never understand and the fact his neices and nephews received more respect from the male than he did enraged him. "Nothing bad, I promise. It's just… There is a god who would like to speak with you about courting me." Now that had the blonde closing his book and setting it aside, he took the relationships of his children seriously and he'd never sell them off to just anyone. "Oh? I'm assuming you wouldn't bring this to me if you weren't interested in him as well. So which god do you want?" He spoke as if he was going to get her a puppy, no doubt that's how he saw the gods who he allowed to be with his children. "It is Lord Shiva… I've spoken to him and his wives for some time, and they'd like to move forward with a relationship. But Shiva doesn't wish to cross you and so he wishes for your permission."

The older blonde sat quiet a moment; he didn't have any particular qualms with Shiva. The male could be somewhat loud, but he was also strong in his own right and only a foolish god would be unaware of Shiva's devotion to the things and people he cares about. "I see, I suppose I can make time tomorrow to speak with him. You can go out with the other women; I'll speak with Shiva man to man." He nodded his head, watching his daughter smile in relief before she hugged him. His daughters were the only ones that could get away with such actions, the only thing they'd receive is a pat on the head in return just as she did. "Thanks dad, I'll go let him know." It wasn't until she was out the door and down the hall that he let himself chuckle, his little ones were growing up so fast. Soon they'd all be married off and having their own families, it was odd for him to think about given how long he had been living in a full household.

#record of ragnarok #shiva x reader #shiva fluff #ROR #candy cult vault #Poseidon #Hades #Hermes #Record of ragnarok fluff

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jadeddangel · 5 months

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Asks/Reguests: Open

Sup! You guys can call me Lulu! This is mostly a 16+ page so I just ask that minors don't interact.

Gemini, gender-fluid, and I go by any pronouns

Who I will write for:

Record of Ragnarok:

Thor

Loki

Shiva

Buddha

Poseiden

Hades

Zerofuku

Hunter x Hunter:

Hisoka

Meruem

Illumi

Silva

Chrollo

Shalnark

Uvogin

Machi

Shizuku

Fnaf:

Sundrop/Moondrop/Eclipse

Micheal Afton

Bonnie

Freddy Fazbear

Glamrock Freddy

Roxanne Wolf

Montgomery gator

Glamrock Chica

One piece:

Zoro

Sanji

Robin

Franky

Luffy

Ace

Crocodile

Buggy the Clown

Hazbin hotel & Helluva boss:

Octavia

Luna

Stolas

Asmodeus

Fizzoroli

Alastor

Adam

Lute

Angel dust

Lucifer

Husker

Zestial

Rosie

Carmilla

Glitz and Glam

Vox

Valentino

Velvette

Arcane:

Jinx

Silco

Ekko

HTTYD:

Hiccup

Astrid

Heather

Viggo

Dagger

Attack on Titan:

Eren

Levi

Mikasa

Jean

Connie

Onyankapon

Hange

Marco

Reiner

Jujitsu kaisen:

Gojo

Toji

Geto

Creepypasta and marble hornets:

Jeff the killer

Masky/tim

Hoodie/Brian

Ticcy Toby eren rogers

Slenderman

Eyeless jack

Avatar (the way of water and the first one)

Jakesully

Neteyam

Lo'ak

Tonowari

Neteri

Tsureya

The Owl House:

Amity Blight

Luz Noceda

Eda The Owl Lady

Raine Whispers

The collecter

Hunter

Other:

Sal fisher (Sally face)

Sokka (avatar the last airbender)

Zuko (avatar the last airbender)

Toph (avatar the last airbender)

Mono (little nightmares 2)

Six (little nightmares 2)

Erica slaughter (something is killing the children)

Mizu (blue eyed samurai)

Boundaries:

I will not write any of the following:

Ships of any kind unless there is a reader involved between the 2

Anything above suggestive content

What I will write:

I will write the following:

Age regression( only for comfort and angst)

Yandere

Toxic relationships

Don't see something you would like to read? Go ahead and go to my asks and I'll answer as soon as possible!!

#x reader #smut #angst #comfort #fluff #aot x reader #httyd x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #one piece x reader #hxh x reader #fnaf x reader #record of ragnorak x reader #helluva boss x reader #creepypasta x reader #avatar x reader #atwow x reader

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seii-fantasy · 1 year

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Beautiful Heart

Vishnu x reader

(I had to change many time , y/n's sibling due to the Mythology😭)

Tag : @themoonisrising

If i ever do a Hindu Pantheon one shot the person i might tag is you♥️

You were the sibling of Kali , her younger sibling , you were not popular just like your sister . Well in some region , there are some temples built in your honor ; but even thought your sister is way more popular than you , she still loved you .

One day , your sister leaved again for some buisness , leaving you alone as always , you didnt mind because you knew it was her duty as a goddess. But as always your sister always promised you to make it up to you , to which she does rarely

Sitting alone , in the border of a river , you sang a lullaby , your mother used to sing to you and your sister.

"Clap clap" you turned around to see who was the person , who was clapping . You saw a tall man , white hair , wearing a mask you recognized him immediately . He was Vishnu God of the Preservation , one of the Trimurti , who was constitued of Shiva your sister's husband , Brahma the Creator and him , Vishnu the Preservator

You two , weren't speaking like other people do . He wasn't talkative , he wasnt similar to other person , he always remained calm.

"How are you today , Lord Vishnu?" You spoke , which he answered that he was good , he asked you , what were you doing alone near a river where everybody could attack you . You looked away saying that it was alright , you were just bored and you wanted to be alone for a moment . Vishnu hummed , he knew you were lying , but he wouldn't say a single word .

He told you that he had buisness to do , he told you goodbye and leaved you alone (Well thats what you thought)

He walked , and heard some thing he didnt heard from you "If only sister (Kali) had time for me , i know she's busy but she kept making promises which she doesnt fufil" then he decided to go to your sister , speaking about something

At Shiva's palace

Vishnu walked into the hall of the Bhairava's Palace , searching for Kali . "Oh ? Hello Sir Vishnu ! How are you today ?" A cheerful voice was heard , it was the Goddess of Beauty "Hello , Lady Parvati , im good! Have you seen Lady Kali?" Vishnu asked , Parvati turned around , and pointed to the door and said "Kali-san is in the garden , if you want to see her" , Vishnu directly ran , to the door while thanking the Goddess of Love.

Kali was sat on the ground , picking and making some flower crown , humming this lullaby of yours. Feeling his presence , Kali spoke "How can i help you , Lord Vishnu" and Vishnu and Kali spoke

Coming back to you

You were sleeping against a tree , a hand started to stroke your cheek , humming a lullaby . Opened your eyelids , you couldn't believe who it was "Good Morning , my sunshine" Kali spoke to you with a soft smile , "I am truly sorry for not being here with you , i kept making promises to you , i never fufilled " Tears falling , you hugged your sister crying saying that you don't need promises the only thing you needed is her

You two spend the day together , playing , making flower crown , it was the beautiful day of your life and Kali told you that Vishnu saw you crying and he went to her husband's place to told her , that you were extremely sad and he knew that she hates it when you're sad so thats why she decided to spend some time with you

You told your sister to wait because you wanted to thank Vishnu to which she chuckles and agreed , you arrived at Brahma's place , you asked the Brune God where the silverette man to which he answered he was watching the Moonlight , you hugged him from behind , saying over and over thank you. He turned and hugged you tight , smiling under his mask , whispering your welcome

And he took off his mask and kissed you , he had feelings for you but he didnt know how to confess so he waited for that little moment to confess to you , the moon watching you two , with stars .

Vishnu was right , he chose the good person , he knew you were the one because you had a Beautiful heart

#Shuumatsu No Valkyrie #recordofragnarok #SnvVishnu #RoRVishnu #SnvVishnuxreader #RoRVishnuxreader

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iliektehhaxs · 2 months

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hi hiiiii can I request a fic of clive x petite f!reader that's super timid anxious n shy, and overly sheltered and innocent to the point she acts childish and ppl sometimes mistake her for a kid? can't wield a dagger to save her life, would curl into a ball and cry if shit got bad, and the hideaway peeps would likely think of her as a load to carry but never admit it out loud bc they're good ppl

I see all these clive x reader fics where the reader is super confident, flirty, and a real bad bitch with a blade/magic/smth generally cool and like,, props to y'all sexy girlbosses out there but I've got no shame in saying I've got bad social anxiety and would realistically have a panic attack and go into shock upon seeing one (1) corpse. I need more rep for my softer damsel in distress girlies 🌸✨💞💫🌼

Oh I love this, we need rep for the damsels just as much as the femme fatales! (This anon also requested this be written for a plus sized reader!)

When Cid told you about his plans you freely offered your services. Sure you couldn’t fight, but you could very well act as moral support!

A resistance is only as good as its soldiers, and without basic necessities there was no hope of survival. Food, water, clothes, if you weren’t at the hideaway you were at the market restocking for supplies.

Even if you couldn’t fight you had a nose for a good deal, even Lady Charon was impressed by the haul you’d bring back at times

And you were such a sweetheart, always volunteering your time in order to maintain the hideaway

Perhaps it’s that loving nature that drew Clive to you in the first place.

You were no dominant, no soldier, hells you couldn’t even witness the sight of blood without being nauseous

But you made up for that in spades; your kindness, your willingness to help those in need

You may not risk your limbs against steel, but being a part of Cid’s grand plan meant that you were risking your life

And for that, Clive is more than grateful to have you by his side

Whether you believe it or not, you were risking your life just as much as anyone else here

You remind him that there is good in the world worth fighting for

Still, there is a small part of you that feels lesser for being unable to join in the action

You’re surrounded by talented fighters—Gav, Cid, Jill—the list goes on

Especially when it came to Jill, when stood side by side the two of you couldn’t be more opposites

A brave young woman who fought her way from slavery, dominant of Shiva, adept with a rapier

And then there was you, shy, timid, the sharpest thing you’ve ever held being a kitchen knife

But in those days of self-doubt Clive is there to ease the pain

Holding you close, fingers pressed into the plushness of your thighs, he helps you to free yourself of those nasty thoughts, he helps you to forget

And for that, you’re grateful to him.

You scrutinize yourself in the mirror, twisting and turning to see every angle of yourself, that nagging voice in your head pointing out every flaw in your reflection. It picks at all your insecurities with pinpoint accuracy.

Too weak, too big. A burden on everyone here.

The voice is silenced when you feel the familiar comfort of his hands around your torso, slowly swaying you in his hold with his head in the crook of your neck.

“You’re doing it again darling.”

You take the time to enjoy the peace he brings you before replying, eyes closed in bliss. “Doing what, Clive?”

A gentle kiss to your neck, he then turns you around to see you in all your glory. His hands find rest on your hips, as if the soft skin was made for his touch.

“You doubt yourself far too much for my liking,” he whispers. “I can see it on your face.”

You don’t have the heart to deny it, so instead you bury your face into his chest, nearly purring in content when he reaches up to stroke your hair.

“You are perfect just the way you are,” he says. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life convincing you of that.”

#robo writes #request #clive rosfield #I’m messing around with a new format so tell me if it’s a yay or a nay #also sorry for the long wait! 🙏 hopefully it’s satisfactory

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 7 months

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Hey love I wanted to know if you can do a yandere Shiva x empress reader who had two sons both teenagers however though when she died she turned into this sweet lady however those shoes kind of like Queen Elizabeth II where Queen Elizabeth was in her 20 she was a ruthless woman give out war speeches that's how reader is the only thing about this is that reader was actually on the battlefield with her soldiers and let's just say this her sons are in a battle and they are losing she acts the Valkyries to bring her back to life and Shiva does not know where she is so they go looking for the Valkyries take them to her and she's on the battlefield and her words were after they see her killing an enemy whole words are blood for blood you will not be missed after she ripped it the heart out of her enemy with her bare hands how would yandere Shiva and his wife's react

-When Shiva had first met you, he had no idea that you were a warrior, a queen but instead of sitting on the throne and just looking pretty, you would be out in the fields with your soldiers, leading them and fighting alongside them.

-This is what drew him to you, as he had heard about a newly arrived monarch who was once a great warrior, one that fought in many battles and he wanted to meet them.

-After Ragnarok, Shiva and many other gods had a greater respect for humans, as they were way stronger than the gods initially thought, and after all those who passed were brought back to life, including his rival turned best friend, Raiden, Shiva wanted to fight other strong humans.

-However, when Brunnhilde introduced the two of you, he was a little disappointed seeing that you were a woman, no longer the older woman, reverting back to your prime in your early twenties, however when you greeted him, he could sense power within you.

-You were a sweet person, treating others, especially children, with such gentle kindness, but also speaking to others who have disrespected you or others like a true ruler, commanding their respect, but not talking down to them as if they were beneath you.

-When he brought his wives to come and meet with you after several visits, his wives instantly liked you, finding you witty, polite, sweet, but also you took no crap, you were perfect!!

-The four of them were stunned to learn that you had two sons, who were still alive, both of them wonderful people, making you proud by helping so many others.

-You were flattered by their affection towards you, after spending time with them and all four of them, Shiva, Parvati, Kali, and Durga, all fancied you, as you didn’t care for your husband, as it was an arranged marriage.

-It was the first time you were dealing with others who had genuine affections for you so you were a little hesitant, something they saw, but they found it alluring, finding it cute.

-Shiva was the one to ask you to start dating them, and while you were a little uneasy as he had three wives already, they were all in agreement and you could see that he had enough love for all of them, you included, so you agreed.

-It was the first time that you got to be in a relationship where you were happy and allowed to be happy and enjoy yourself rather than just ‘sit there and look pretty and be silent’.

-Shiva promised you, that if he came across your ex-husband, he would deliver a beat down, after you didn’t want to talk about him so they did their own digging, finding out how cruelly he had treated you, including cheating on you, multiple times.

-Luckily for your ex-husband, he wasn’t worthy to come to Valhalla, so he wasn’t there, but you would check in on your children here and there, making sure your sons were safe.

-Shiva was confused after you failed to meet up with them for a picnic date, as you were never late, it was impolite to be late. Kali was holding her cheek, trying to figure out where you could be, “I remember that she said she was going to check in on her children with that Valkyrie, Brunnhilde. Could she still be there?”

-They sought out Brunnhilde who was watching over a large orb, showing a massive battle and Shiva spoke, “Brunnhilde, do you know where Y/N is?”

-Brunnhilde turned, bowing in greetings to the four of them, “Lord Shiva- Y/N is currently on the screen before you.” They turned, seeing that you were in a large battle, holding a sword.

-Parvati’s hands came to her mouth, “What is she doing?!” Brunnhilde explained, keeping her eyes locked on the screen, “Y/N came to me, asking to see her children, and when she saw them in a losing battle, she requested to be sent back down. It is possible to send humans back, as long it’s within five years of their passing, but only for one hour.”

-Shiva remembered this rule, as not many humans took advantage of it, being content in Valhalla, and to see you using your one time pass to help your children, he could only admire you more.

-Shiva turned to Brunnhilde, “Take me there- I want to help her.” Brunnhilde was surprised by his request before remembering that you had joined their group as the fourth. She agreed, “I will do as you ask, but you must take a human form.”

-Shiva had no issue, turning into the human version of himself, which looked exactly the same, only with tanned skin and one set of eyes and arms and she took his hand and opened the bridge to Midgard, or Earth and pulled him through, while the others remained, watching the fight from Valhalla.

-However, thanks to your leadership, with many not realizing that it was you, but listening to your orders, feeling your aura of a leader, including your children, they followed you and you quickly turned the battle around.

-As Shiva and Brunnhilde arrived, they both paused, eyes wide as they watched you charge towards a man, wearing heels and your pretty sundress before you thrust your hand into his chest and pulled out his heart.

-Shiva had no idea you were so vicious and violent! It was kind of hot as the enemy retreated, seeing this young maiden fighting so violently as your sons and the soldiers cheered.

-You turned as your sons approached, recognizing you and you smiled warmly, “You both did so well! I’ll keep watching over you.”

-They both hugged you before you turned, running to Shiva who grinned, catching you princess-style and your sons saw this new man, seeing you so happy, so they said nothing other than goodbye, and the three of you disappeared.

-Once back in Valhalla you were plowed down by Shiva’s wives, who expressed their worry for you as well as telling you how cool it was to see you fighting, as many said you were a warrior queen, but many didn’t believe it, looking at you.

-You couldn’t help but smile, feeling so loved between the four of them before Shiva picked you up princess style again, “Well let’s get you cleaned up then we can have our picnic!”

-His wives cheered and you couldn’t help but smile, cheering along with them, feeling like you truly belonged there with them, like it was where you were meant to be.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror shiva #ror parvarti #ror kali #ror durga

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dailycass-cain · 1 year

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Cassandra Cain Reading Guide Part 2: Modern

Part II of my reading list for Cassandra Cain. This one chronicles the current iteration of the character, and all her modern appearances.

Part I you can view here.

Part III reading guide (Random) you can find here.

Part IV reading guide (Alternate versions) you can find here.

Part V reading guide (PAIN) you can find here.

Batman & Robin Eternal #1-8, #10-14

- #1 features the reintroduction of the character into the Batman Universe. #10-13 is her new origin, with one section not mentioned, but you can easily put the pieces together what it is (aka Cass killed Harper's mother).

#7 is worth the price alone of Cassandra watching ballet for the first time in this universe. As is #13 with GORGEOUS art by Marcio Takara, and is the crown jewel of the entire series for Cass.

The thing is though I can't really recommend the remaining portions. If you want to understand the finale then read #14-26. But-- it isn't as strong like the first fourteen issues (well save the brief period Tim/Jason go to Santa Prisca and are jerks to Bane).

Detective Comics #934-940

- the "Rebirth" era where Cass joins a team that features Tim, Steph, Clayface, and Batwoman. One tiny nitpick with the opening (which I guess goes the, if it ain't broke don't redo it) is Cass is bestest friends with Tim/Steph, and only told she is.

Still, the opening arc features Cass being Cass and has some damn good action moments of her being the "tank" of the team.

Batman #7-8

Nightwing #5-6

Detective Comics #941-942

Now I know some might skip this but x-over "Night of the Monster Men" does feature some Steph/Cass moments. Plus it's the first time in A LONG time Cass is in a crossover and it's the Bat-Family vs. Giant Monsters.

Detective Comics #943-944

- is the foundation of Cass/Clayface friendship probably one if THE hallmark of this entire run by run writer James Tynion IV.

Detective Comics #950-956

- the "League of Shadows" aka the arc that focuses on Cassandra and has her take on Lady Shiva. #950 and #955 are the hallmarks of this arc with an entire issue (#950) focuses on Cass, and the later is a giant fight scene of her vs. the League.

The problem with the arc is it feels like the "Empire Strikes Back", with no real payoff to the ending of it involving the conflicts of Ra's/Cass/Shiva.

Detective Comics #957-962

- has numerous Cass moments sprinkled in this arc. Namely more Basil/Cass goodies (him teaching her Shakespeare) and Kate/Cass taking on a brainwashed Azrael in a BRUTAL battle.

Detective Comics #964

- is the second of a two-part story involving Steph/Anarky/Bruce. But it's this issue that has the apex of Cass/Basil friendship with the later at his breaking point, and Cass is there for her friend. You might need the tissues for the feels.

Detective Comics #969-974

- features the return of the Victim Syndicate (the second arc's big bads) and they have their focus solely on using Clayface to tear Batman's world apart. If #964 didn't rip your heart out, this arc will. But damn is it good.

Detective Comics #975-981

- James Tynion IV's grand finale for his Tec run and Cass is heavily featured in all the issues. But #980 is a big one for Cassandra as she and Stephanie learn of their previous lives being Batgirls and Steph’s time as Robin.

Detective Comics #983-986

- is basically Batman & the Outsiders prelude. #984 has Cass taking on the arc's villain Karma alone. But it's #985 where we get some damn good Cass moments as she, Black Lightning, and Batman foil Karma's schemes.

***Updated note for this section. Shadow of the Batgirl graphic novel. A spectacular reinterpretation of Cassandra's origin story that takes place outside the main continuity. It hits all the beats that are why some of us love Cass and will defend the character. It's a one and done story. Perfect for new readers.

DC: The Doomed & the Damned

Truth & Justice #16-18 (online via DC Infinite), #6 (physical copy that collects the entire story.)

Truth & Justice has a Damian story by Juni Ba that includes the Bat Family celebrating Damian’s birthday, but it is crashed by Ra’s Al Ghul. Has a really cute tiny brother/sister moment between Cass/Damian. Worth it alone.

- A spooky story called “The Hunt” that stars Cass and Orca. The former comes across human traffickers and the fight is interrupted by Orca. A simple but sweet story by Alyssa Wong, (who’d go on to write another fun Cass appearance in Batman: Urban Legends #8).

Batman & the Outsiders #1-17

- (there's an Annual and it's an amazing Katana story but no Cass insight there). This series did an amazing job showcasing why Cassandra doesn't need the Orphan identity any longer.

It also FINALLY gives us evolution in the relationship between Cassandra and her mother Lady Shiva. Because going this route adds many more layers, and more story possibilities now. Instead of the tried standard Cass/Shiva death-match, we've gotten in the past.

Besides the new layers of depth added with her relationship with Shiva, we also get Cassandra bonding numerous times with Duke Thomas aka the Signal. If you've been hungering for brother/sister moments that we haven't gotten in AWHILE.

If there's any negative, is that Duke doesn't get the same attention as Cass does throughout the comic. I still hope beyond this comic that writers remember how close these two are and have a few more adventures.

-Batman: Joker War Zone Event --

Batman #95-98 (No Cass)

Batman #99 (Cass has entered the Joker War chat)

Batman: Joker War Zone #1 (Cass becomes Batgirl again doning a variant of her old costume, Steph slaps a Bat symbol on her Spoiler costume and goes back to a half mask but also goes by Batgirl too)

Batman #100

- For a more continuity friendly version that follows the characters specifically: Batman & the Outsiders #17 (i.e. the Bruce/Cass talk) Batman: Joker War Zone #1 (page 3) Batman #99 Batman Joker War Zone #1 (pages 1-2, 4-8) Batman #100

Cass becomes Batgirl again after more than ten years from dropping the mantle. NUFF SAID!

Batman #103-105

Infinite Frontier #0

Batman Urban Legends #2-3

- Various appearances of Cass that have her running around as Batgirl with Stephanie. #3 of Batman: Urban Legends continues Shiva subplot started in Batman & the Outsiders. The story is flawed, but still worth it for the ending.

There are three issues I'm neglecting in Detective Comics even if two of them have gorgeous art by Bilquis Evely. But the arc is rather meh on Cass. You might see this specific arc pop up on another reading guide for Cass.

Joker #3-4, #7, #9 #11-13, and #15

- Cassandra figures heavily into the Joker ongoing helping out both Barbara Gordon (Oracle) and Jim Gordon in their search to find the Joker and solve the mystery as to why several groups are after the Clown Prince of Crime.

Features Cass vs a Talon.

Highly recommended reading as it is truly a stealth Jim Gordon ongoing.

Batman: Urban Legends #7

- “Hunter or Hunted” is a story starring Cass in the "Future State" alternate future. It's a self-contained tale that tells an exceptional fight sequence with some awing visual treats for the reader.

For those readers who've read Batgirl Vol. 1, this story is the first time in all those years we finally get a story where the artist is allowed to let the fight breathe. You take in every move and emotion.

Detective Comics #1038 (backup story)

Detective Comics# 1039 (one panel but it's Dan Mora drawn-Cass)

Detective Comics #1047-1058 (Shadow of the Bat arc)

#1061 (assists Bruce in the finale to Tamaki's Riddler arc and final issue of her run with Ivan Reis drawn-Cass)

- Mariko Tamanki’s Tec run had Cass appear in the latter stages of it. These are the key areas Cass featured or appeared in. Shadow of teh Bat was the arc she appeared most in.

One Bad Day: Two-Face #1

- Tamaki again writing Cass (and Steph) as they tag on a case with Bruce that involves someone targeting Harvey Dent’s father.

- Batman: Fear State Event -

Fear State Alpha #1 (first appearance of Seer)

Batman #112

Batman: Urban Legends #8 (framed for murder by Seer and team-up with Batwoman)

Batman #115 (secondary story: Batgirls Part 1)

Nightwing #85 (The Clocktower goes boom from Babs/Dick/Tim's PoV)

Batman #116 (secondary story: Batgirls Part 2 aka Cass/Steph's PoV when the Clocktower goes boom)

Nightwing #86 (Babs/Cass/Dick/Tim/Steph team-up extravaganza)

Batman #117 (the main story occurs during Nightwing #86 and after it)

Batman #117 (secondary story: Batgirls Part 3) - Post-Fear State set-up for Cass/Steph that leads into--

Batgirls #1!!

Batgirls #1-6

- Cass & Steph together sharing an ongoing book with Barbara as their mentor figure? Cass truly shines in these first six issues, but the story is hampered with a few flaws (the narration gets a bit too much, Barbara as Batgirl is treated so normal when it should be a something BIG).

Besides Cass, the art by Jorge Corona is more than worth the read. That and the villainous Tutor.

Batgirls #9-12

- Cass/Steph investigate the Hill Ripper, a serial killer targeting at random around the neighborhood they live. The arc has nice twists/turns you just don’t see coming. Add to that, Cass is given two good fights in this arc. A bonus is we get the long-awaited meeting/team-up of Cass with Maps Mizoguchi. Add a fun reinvention of Killer Moth. This arc is a fun read from start to finish.

Batgirls 2022 Annual, #13-15

- Cass/Steph have a body swap episode and have to confront a parental figure of the other’s (Steph with Lady Shiva/Cass with Cluemaster). The arc steps up a rogue sect of the League of Assassins is attempting to set up in Gotham with Shiva trying to stamp it out (by also asking her daughter for help).

An unhinged Cluemaster (alive and this arc drops the Young Justice issue that brought him back) kidnaps his “daughter” in a hope to reconcile. In the end, Cass/Steph get their bodies back.

#14 features a Cass solo story and “silent issue” where she goes on a quest to find Stephanie (now in the clutches of Cluemaster). This issue is (so far) the series best issue bar none. Focuses on the advancement of Cass is with reading and her detective skills. #13-14 features exceptional art by artist Jonathan Case.

The Annual and #13 are kind of weak (retreading plot devices we’ve seen with both Lady Shiva and Cluemaster), but the last two issues more than make up it.

Batman: Failsafe (#125-130 for the arc, #126-128 for the Cass stuff).

- After Penguin frames Batman for his “death” a Failsafe robot is activated (one that Bruce created just in case he ever went “rogue” but Alfred kept switching off until his death) and attends to “save” Gotham and end the Batman & Bat-Family.

Cass encounters the robot in #126 with her and the entire family beaten. #128 is a flashforward where the entire Bat-Family save for Bruce, Tim, Cass, and Duke Thomas have all been captured (along with some members of the Justice League).

The arc is alright. It has a gorgeously drawn Cass by artist Jorge Jiménez. Yes, Cass is one of the few to escape Failsafe, but there isn’t much done in the arc with either her or Duke afterward.

Things just return to normal for Gotham with the defeat of the machine in #130. This is writer Chip Zdarksky’s first arc on the comic and it’s-- alright. Zdarksky falls into the trap of listing only Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian as his “sons” in Bruce’s narration while Cass is neglected (along with Duke).

Batman vs. Robin and Lazarus Planet Event (Lazarus Planet: Dark Fate #1, Batman vs. Robin #5)

- Cass skips out for most of Batman vs. Robin series until the final issue where she teams up with the rest of the Bat-Family (minus Signal and Batwoman) to take on a demonically possessed Batman.

The Family job but Cass is the main member (besides Damian and the wild card Monkey Prince) who provides enough of a fight until mystical shenanigans occur.

Prior to this issue Cass shows up in the Lazarus Planet tie-in teaming up with new mystical hero Xanthe Zhou as they team-up (along with a begrudging John Constantine) to deal with mystical creatures rising up due to the “Lazarus event”. Story ends with Cass getting sent to the Spirit World (see Spirit World #1-6).

Batgirls #16-19

- Closes out this particular series with #16 tying up the loose plot threads from #1, while #17-19 has the three Batgirls tangle with a vindictive sniper.

Has some really sweet Cass moments (and callbacks) sprinkled throughout the remaining issues. Why'd this series end?

Detective Comics #1069-1073

- Assists Batman in his latest case, and that's all I'll say about it because the run is underrated and you should be reading it if you aren't other than... These issues close out the first half of Ram V's Tec run.

Tim Drake: Robin #10

Batman #136

Batman: The Brave & the Bold #4

- Various Bat Family moments with Cass assisting the family. Light-hearted and cute moments.

Spirit World #1-6

- Continues the story that began in Lazarus Planet: Dark Fate #1 with Cass trapped in the Spirit World with Xanthe Zhou and John Constantine to rescue her.

Alyssa Wong returns for a FOURTH time to write Cass and second for 海凝 Haining drawing the character.

Visually stunning from 海凝 Haining with character, set designs, and sequences. Wong ties some elements of this story from Batgirl Vol. 1, but doesn't fully answer the ideas introduced here.

Cass gets an amazing mystical costume for the comic combining her various identities.

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