#shieldmate

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

Here there be dwarves and vikings!

[quarkmaster]

Shieldmate

Matt Cowdery

[captainlordauditor]

do you ever think of someone like wow im so in love

[captainlordauditor]

*gazes forlornly out the window* when will my Jet return from the war

[captainlordauditor]

frumiousbandersntch submitted:

When Jet staggers into Zuko’s apartment, bleeding from his shoulder and a graze alongside his face, Zuko is quick to scold him and remind him that Katara is a healer.

Jet shrugs and he climbs into Zuko’s lap; ignoring the open window. Zuko winces at the sticky blood running from the wound.

“I got the bullet out,” Jet mumbles, dizzy from blood loss.

“Let’s get you wrapped up, shall we,” Zuko mumbles, and grabs a pile of bandages from underneath the bed, Turning Jet to face away from him.

“No point,” Jet grumbles, “Gonna die, anyway.”

“You’re not going to die,” Zuko sighs, wrapping the bandage around his shoulders. 

Jet groans in pain, and Zuko knows it must be worse than he lets on. The adrenaline’s wearing off. He sighs in sympathy, and presses a kiss to Jet’s jaw. This prompts at least a small smile. “Could use those bandages to bind my chest?”

Zuko yelps in exasperation. “Love, these bandages are for safety. No, you cannot bind with them, unless you want to destroy your ribs forever.”

Jet smiles wider at his voice. Leave it to him to use stupid ideas to get a laugh, even when it’s just talking.

Still, Zuko knows to wait until the morning to ask about the events leading up to this.

Zuko gives another thoughtful kiss to the back of Jet’s neck and the skin prickles with goosebumps. “Zuko, my current physical form is not fit for sex, I’m sorry. Maybe later.”

“I know that. Punk.” He turns Jet’s head to face him, wipes at the cut above his eyebrow. 

Jet smiles at him like the clouds have broken after hibernation. “Sappy nerd,” he whispers, and presses his lips to Zuko’s own. 

[internal screaming bc i dont have my store of gifs for this cause]

[quarkmaster]

Oromai Shieldmate by deschamps

[professorfangirl]

Finally, for the first time since he died, Sherlock appears, sitting next to John’s  bed in a dark suit, reading a book with birds on the cover, looking like a shiny-eyed crow himself with his head cocked to one side. 

“Idiot,” he says fondly, for old times’ sake. John says it back but it nearly breaks his heart.

--aderyn, "Black Dog, or Elegy for an Idiot"

Artist: Alessia Pelonzi.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADERYN!