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in quiet places we find ourselves by goldfyshie927
Fandom AC: Valhalla, Assassin's Creed - All Media Types, Assassin's Creed: Valhalla - Fandom, Assassins Creed: Valhalla
18 Dec 2021
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Bookmarked by redledgers
30 Jan 2026
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“I had not imagined someone so…” Audacious. Alluring. Attractive. “...tall.” Randvi finishes lamely. But it draws a laugh from the drengr, and a chuckle of her own escapes her lips.
Or: 5 times Eivor and Randvi almost kiss
Bookmarked by redledgers
28 Jan 2026
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The Greenest of Trees in Winter by br1ghtmouth
Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types
01 Dec 2020
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With a wedding comes peace—peace between clans, peace across the mountains, peace in every fjord...
And chaos within Randvi’s very being.When she meets a wolf amid an unkindness of Ravens, she hardly expects the craving to invite such long teeth into the meat of her heart.
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“If he hurts you,” she hisses, her breath warm on Randvi’s ear, “I am too far in drink to keep from striking him.”
Randvi twists to meet her gaze for an instant, their stares clashing. She wets her lips with a nervous dart of her tongue and finds strength in the hungry way Eivor tracks it. “Stand near and let me look at you, and it will be smoother for me.”
She does not linger to see the slight widening of Eivor’s eyes at that, the flare of her nostrils and the clenching of her jaw. Randvi turns and follows her husband to their bridal couch to the wingbeat cadence of her racing heart.
Bookmarked by redledgers
17 Jan 2026
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"What is all this, my love?" Randvi asks as she looks around, her voice barely above a whisper, the endearment rolling of her tongue with treacherous ease. The room is bathed in candlelight and smelling of mistletoe and mead.
OR; Eivor just wants to spread some Yuletide cheer
and maybe Randvi's legs.Bookmarked by redledgers
14 Jan 2026
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On a lengthy pilgrimage back from the Moonhaven temple, a friendly bet is wagered among the Reithwin company: “Whoever is the last person to reach Last Light Inn serves the drinks.” Isobel Thorm shouldn’t have any problems getting there... provided she isn’t distracted by a devastatingly handsome paladin, of course.
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Two hopeless lesbians can’t stop dancing around their feelings for each other and should probably kiss or something, IDK. (A fic lovingly inspired by TheBlindBandit’s exquisite story, “Moon-chosen, Moon-guided.”)
Bookmarked by redledgers
24 Dec 2025

