#natalya lebedev

[valkyrieofthehighfae]

Girls Night

Summery: Girls night on Ellodeem takes a turn for the wild for the Fae and elven girls just looking for a night of fun. Pairing: None Warnings: Mentions of fighting, alcohol, and blood Word Count: 774 Tagging: @roseofalderaan​, @capricornrabies​, @littlevodika​, @notreallybeccab​ Birdie and Puffin belong to @capricornrabies​

Girls night: One of my favorite nights of the week. I was getting dolled up and ready to go out with Keres, Ashlyn, Nyx, Nat, Valkyrie, Rune, Hally, Aurelia and Briar for drinks, maybe some karaoke, and see what the night brought to us. After the past week I’d had, I was desperate for a night out with my girls honestly; all this court bullshit was getting to be too much.

“Hey, you ready?” Keres called from outside my door and I slipped out quietly, shutting the door behind me.

“Yeah, is everyone else here and ready to go?” I fell into step with her, looping my arm through hers with a grin of my own.

“Yup! Left ‘em in the great hall chatting with the guys before we take off. Where’s Wolffe at? I saw Sinker and Boost but not your wolf.”

“He’s passed out in bed. He had a pretty long campaign and was just wiped out, the poor love.” I shot a soft smile over my shoulder at my door. Poor man had come stumbling in looking ready to drop while I was getting dressed, so I made sure to let him know where I was going before helping him with his armor so he could go to bed.

“Awww poor baby,” Keres teased, smirking as we entered the great hall where the other girls were waiting on us, milling about with their respective mates and boyfriends if they were there. “Alright ladies, let’s get going. We’ve got a lot of bars to hit.” She was practically crowing, excitement lighting up her face while Birdie just sighed and shook his head, Puffin looking just as apprehensive about this little excursion we were about to embark on.

“Oh, it’ll be fine. We’re just a group of girls dressed up for a night out in the city. What could possibly go wrong?” I rolled my eyes, scoffing slightly at the idea of us getting into too much trouble.

“Oh yeah, what could possibly go wrong? Those were your words, right Dani?” Rune shouted, ducking as some guy tried to punch her, laying hands on the poor man and zapping him with some electricity.

“How was I supposed to know Briar was going to pop her mouth off?” I shouted back, slamming a guy into a table before cracking a pool cue on his back. “Besides, this is kinda fun!”

“Says you! I didn’t even do anything!” Ashlyn shot back with a yelp when a fist connected with her mouth, busting her lip wide open much to her irritation. Briar and Hally were both cackling up a storm as they got into it, Hally diving behind someone and Briar pushing them back so they fell over Hally. They worked in tandem to beat the shit out of the Fae that Briar pissed off by running her mouth. Val had a man in a headlock, laughing as she used him as a shield from two of his buddies, headbutting one and kicking the other in the gut, sending him flying back while Nyx, Nat, and Aurelia all ganged up on a bigger Fae who was intent on going for Aurelia. Fifteen minutes and a bunch of bruises and busted lips and faces later, we were sitting at a table trying to catch our breath.

“Here,” Cy, our bartender, set a bottle down in the middle of the table. “On the house ladies.” He was chuckling as he went back behind the bar while the rest of us cheered and started banging on the table while I took the first pull from the bottle before passing it over to Keres. We passed the bottle around, everyone beaten and bloodied up, grinning despite the scuffs and blood and bruising.

“At this rate, we’ll need another one Cy.” I called over to the elven man who just shook his head, laughing, and I took another long drink from the bottle while everyone started banging on the table with their hands again. “You know, I gotta say, that was a lot of fun. Girls night was an absolute success.” I was looking at my girls, grinning from ear to ear, everyone chiming in with their own agreements.

“So, anyone wanna tell me why we got called down here by the guards?” 

Birdie and the guys came walking in and Val took one look at them before looking at us. “Grab the bottle and SCATTER!” She bellowed, everyone leaping into action and bolting out the side door, laughing as the guys swore and ran after us. Girls night was definitely a success and I couldn’t wait for the next one.

[valkyrieofthehighfae]

Something in the works perhaps?

I've been on a Sons of Anarchy kick again and well, here we are with the idea of doing an SOA/SW crossover with OCs. Made some little moodboards to go with the stories, so I'll post those up and eventually I might post up the actual story. Not everyone is all that interested in OC x OC stuff, so it just depends on whole all would be interested in reading it. You'll probably have to click the image for better quality.

And some story banners for two different stories that would be going with these:

[valkyrieofthehighfae]

What a way to wake up on Christmas! I got an email from an artist I was working with on getting a piece of Natalya, my Court of Bones Fae princess! She turned out absolutely spooky and stunning and I am so pleased with the results! I highly recommend hitting up The Super Saint on Etsy!

[valkyrieofthehighfae]

They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

Summery: Natalya Lebedev, exiled princess of the Court of Bones, has returned to take back the throne that is rightfully hers. Word Count: a little over 1k Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, and death Ghoul belongs to the lovely @capricornrabies​ Tagging: @roseofalderaan​, @capricornrabies​, @littlevodika​, @notreallybeccab​, @colorfulloverbatturkey​

Blood dripped down my face onto my dress, the claw marks on my cheek burning from whatever poison was coated onto my mother’s nails, the sting of it bringing tears to my eyes. We were circling each other, the guards keeping Nyx and her soldiers barred from interfering, knowing I had to be the one to do this. I was trying to listen to where her footsteps were falling so I could figure out where I needed to go to avoid getting hit again, snarling when I felt a foot slam into the back of my leg, bringing me to my knee.

“I don’t know what you thought you could do, Natalya. You’re weak just like your father was,” She hissed in my ear, fingers grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking me to my feet. “You stupid girl, you should have stayed away and just worried about your little fashion empire. That couldn’t have been enough for you though, could it? You have to have it all, you stupid, spoiled brat.”

I sprang while she was talking, grabbing onto her face and jammed my thumbs into her eyes, pushing into them, fighting back the urge to gag at the feeling. She was thrashing in my grip, yanking a fistful of hair from head by the root and clawing at my arms to try to pry me off of her. I let go when I felt I’d done enough damage to blind her, allowing her to back off a bit.

“Now we’re on equal footing, Mother. An eye for an eye,” I spat viciously at her, continuing to push her back, snarling. “And Father wasn’t weak. He actually gave a damn about our people, not just the power of being a King. You couldn’t stand it, could you? That he was so loved by everyone and celebrated while everyone reviled your presence in court, the last born daughter of a lesser noble who couldn’t even hold a seat in court. So you took it out on everyone around you, your own daughter included. You took everything from me and I still made it. You burnt my garden to ashes when I wouldn’t comply with giving it up. You took my sight from me before casting me aside as if I were nothing more than trash, throwing me out of my own home to fend for myself. And yet I survived and I thrived. I made a name for myself in the fashion industry, creating the most popular fashion line that launched me into being a queen of the fashion empire here. I found my mate, a man who is good and kind and everything right in this world. He loves me when you always said I was unlovable and that whoever wound up being my mate would despise my very existence and you were wrong. I won mother. Despite everything you did to me, I came out of it stronger and with far more than I thought possible.” I was coming at her hard, hitting her with everything I had in me and it felt so good to get to tell her how I felt. Kicking her ass up and down the throne room felt pretty great too, if I was being honest. I was finally getting an advantage over her, having had far more time to adjust to being blind, I was able to use it to my advantage, landing blow after blow, beating her into the marble floor.

“I promised you when you had me dragged from this very room that I would come back and take the throne back, that I would make your death as painful as I possibly could. I intend to follow through with that promise, Sveta.” I grabbed her by the front of the dress, easily picking her up and threw her towards the throne, listening to her hit the large, intricately carved dragonbone seat. I would make her suffer for as long as I could before ending it; she deserved that much after the hell she put me through.

“You wouldn’t really kill your own mother, would you? Natalya, stop! We can rule together, mother and daughter running the court!” She was scrambling, trying to bribe me into letting her go. I didn’t bother giving her a reply, it wasn’t worth my time responding to such a desperate attempt to try and save her own skin. I strode towards her pathetic whimpering and stood over her with a vicious growl that emanated from my chest and out through clenched fangs. She hissed in anger and fear when she realized I wasn’t going to budge, her hand coming up and wrapping itself around my throat, squeezing hard, trying to cut off my air supply. My left hand came up and scrambled at her fingers while my other shot forward, puncturing through her chest, my fingers wrapping around her heart and I yanked my arm back out of the cavity I’d left, her still beating heart gripped tightly in my hand.

A sudden flood of bright white light flooded my vision before fading as quickly as it had appeared, leaving me blinking rapidly to try and clear my vision, which was slowly coming back. I stared down at the heart in my hand, black blood coating my bone white skin, dripping to the white floor of the throne room. It was over, finally over. I had won, my mother was dead and I was to be crowned queen in her place.

“Nat?” Nyx ventured cautiously from behind me, worry coloring her voice. I turned slowly to face her, the guards, and the soldiers we’d brought just in case Sveta wouldn’t honor the tradition of fighting one on one for the crown.

“It’s done.” I dropped the heart to the ground, trying to catch my breath, the weight of everything falling from my shoulders. My legs shook as I stood there processing what had happened, my face still burning considerably along with my forearms, blood streaking down my limbs.

“Your Highness,” One of the guards dropped to a knee, one arm behind his back, the other crossed over his chest, head bowed in respect. “We’ll get this mess cleaned up right away and get word out that you’ve returned and have taken the throne where you belong. It is good to have you back, my lady.”

I bowed slightly, watching as he barked orders to the other guards, everyone jumping into action. The handmaidens quickly gathered me up, pushing me towards my old room where they began to help me clean up despite my insistence I was perfectly capable of doing it myself. This was the part of court life I didn’t miss; the constant attention from the handmaidens and the guards constantly watching over my every move. And now that I was Queen, it would only get worse, especially when Ghoul would arrive from his latest mission.

It’s finally over though, I can actually come home and start fresh here. Everything I’ve worked towards has paid off. I would do right by my people and fix everything that had been done. I would make my father proud of me and be the ruler Sveta could never be. I could already hear the people in the streets, cheers echoing through the streets, their celebrations loud and triumphant, the relief palpable even from the palace.

[valkyrieofthehighfae]

Next up we've got Natayla Lebedev.

Nat is 225 and attended the prestigious Cerovia Academy, working towards a degree in necrobotany and fashion as her double major with art and event planning as her double minor. She met her mate, Magnus Korsp-zhnets, in her botany classes where they started out as rivals vying for the spot of top student and quickly became friends, then boyfriend and girlfriend.

Not too long after they got an apartment together, her mother sent the knights after her to bring her back to court where she proceeded to use a deal with a demon to take Nat's sight and demanded the knights drop her in the Witchwoods to let the creatures out there finish her off. Nat wandered all the way from her court to the Court of Death, where the death stalkers, creatures the knights use to track Fae down with, found her and guided her to their handlers where they promptly brought her to Nyx.

Once Nat had had time to adjust, she quickly launched her own fashion line called Haunt Couture, and it became the most popular clothing line around. She designs, sews, walks the runway and everything else mostly on her own, though her handmaiden, Capucine, helps her when she feels like she needs it.

She had assumed Magnus had been killed based on rumors going around that he'd been offed after she disappeared. Heartbroken, she never really truly moved on, holding onto the hope that he'd made it out alive and unscathed. They ran into each other at one of her fashion shows where the band he was in, the Hallowed Crypts, had been hired by Capucine to play the runway, though he was going by the name Ghoul at this point, and reconnected again, their bondmarks coming in after a night together before he had to leave with the band to finish their tour.

Eventually Nat takes the throne back from Sveta, her mother, and was reigning Queen a total of six months before her father came rocking back up to court with Otazi and Rilla, two of the Ifrit elite guards, where he took up the mantle of king again. Nat declines the role of princess, wishing to live a simple life with Magnus instead.

**Magnus/Ghoul and the Hallowed Crypts belong to lovely @capricornrabies**

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