#I'm so close to being done with this grind I am ten actions away please aunt

[alexis-royce]

Leafing through your deck for an extra ten actions

#Fallen London #Mitchell and Webb #I'm so close to being done with this grind I am ten actions away please aunt

[lethargicsunlight]

'Demon': Prologue ♡ BakugouXFem!Reader (Book 1)

Alright I'm doing it.

I'm doing the thing.

It literally keeps me awake at night I gotta write thisss *cough* okay

Originally I was only going to post this unto Wattpad, but getting traction on their website is a little more difficult than good ole' Tumblr, so I'll be posting it on both. Feel free to visit my Wattpad here: LINK if you want to support my writing on that end. (I would so appreciate it)

This post is going to run pretty long, as it will host both the prologue of the story and my author's notes. Just a heads up.

Summery:

A slow-burn action/romance where you begin in the bowels of a Villain base and rise up to join U.A.'s top Hero Class. This life was your choice. In the event of learning then losing the love of a friend, you make a decision that changes your reality at the core--to become an imposter among villains and bring them down from the inside out. The organization that ruined your premature perfect life was known as H.H., after their leader Head-Honcho. His crime of choice: intelligence. Training and conducting espionage agents and assassins across Japan as a means to further the dark underground network. Your training began at thirteen, after managing to impress the multi-faced villain with your stealth and your conviction. Rumors would soon spread through the dark alleys of Naruhata City of a masked assassin known as Demon, whose bare face could steal the souls of her targets. Everything appears to be going to plan; but the Hero Agencies you've been slipping information to are calling for an end to your superior sooner than you had anticipated. Your time as 'Demon' is limited. What will happen when your world comes crashing down? Where will you go, when everything you had known you helped to destroy?

AUTHOR'S NOTES

This is a slow burn fan-fic; and I am not italicizing those words without reason. This is going to be an agonizingly slow action-packed adventure-romance. This is a self-insert story, just like my three-part series 'Some Combat Training' (link) where you as the protagonist will not be described outside of being female, general physique, and a generalization of your uniform(s). Skin, hair, eyes, etc. will not be described at all--besides ambiguous adjectives. That said, I am taking liberties with physique and stature due to the nature of the story. You're abilities rely on stealth as well as close and fast combat, therefore you are described as 'small', 'lithe', 'athletic', and all of those other fancy little ninja woman words. Your personality has been shaped by the events of your life and the people within it; but if I were to describe it I would choose words like: Intelligent, determined, self-sacrificing, quiet, humble, and studious. The story will follow along with the anime for the most part starting at around the time of the USJ event, though at some point the story will branch off and become more my original concoction. (Such as, fast-forwarding the time-line to when the characters are older.) Some information about you as the protagonist will not be written here, as I plan for those to be revelations within the story. There will be angst, blood and gore, adult-humor, trauma, death, bad language and warnings will be listed with each chapter as needed. Feel free to comment on those chapters as soon as you see something that isn't mentioned that might make someone (if not yourself) feel uncomfortable. I will not be offended. This story is meant to get a little dark. Please comment if you can about your opinions! I have never posted an on-going fic before, and anything you have to say I would appreciate! <3 Now, please enjoy this short prologue~ Chapter 1 is being reviewed and edited, to be release very soon! 👹🖤⛓🔪💣 ...four...five...six.. You counted the footsteps behind your left ear, round the corner of the dim abandoned subway. You'd been stationary; still so long that your digits had all but numbed. Turn... one...two...three... The footsteps were distancing from the hall your attention had been set upon. A T-section, where the entity had gone down and away from your destination. You had to cross that 'T' to get to the junction--where you needed to leave a note completely undetected. The slightest mis-step would lead to suspicion. Suspicion would lead to investigation. Investigation lead to the five percent chance they could find that note--and no percentage was too small. It all hinged on absolute perfection. Nine...ten...eleven... This was their fifth round. A patrol. You had to make sure their movement were predictable before this would work--despite having successfully delivered the note fourty-two times and counting--you did not have the luxury of assumption. Only if their stride was even, only if you absolutely knew they were moving at a certain pattern, could you depend on the following information: It took fifteen steps before they would reach the broken light on their route. The haze of the dust and pollutants reflected in the working lights prior to that was your cover. Cross the 'T', leave the note, and cross it again. Out of sight and out of earshot, mission successful. Fourteen... f-- You turn, and it takes three steps to arrive at the drop to the tracks. You bunch and leap, and even the quietest friction of fabric from your uniform creases your brow. You land, just outside of the light's reach on the thin concrete slab beyond. Your eyes track the metals, the jutting wall tiles; that with which the barest touch could emit a sound--and you maneuver around them. Under, creeping low--and over, leaping to land on the balls of your feet and checking your balance before moving forward. Careful to not cast a shadow into the hall. Paced, so as not to move too quickly nor too slowly. Counting, because every second was controlled and calculated. You reach the juncture, and once again

edging the light you propel yourself to land back on the main thoroughfare. The next obstacle--removing the loose brick. Behind a metal bench centered between two closed-in stair cases, where the tile meets what had once been a decorative brick mosaic; eight bricks right and eighteen bricks up, was your note's destination. Just above your head, where you had to bend at an awkward angle to reach. Not practical, less detectable. You're wearing tight fabric gloves with grips on the pads, but thin enough you can feel the texture of the brick as you gently lace your fingers at each of the corners. Lifting, centering, and pulling the brick from its slot. Holding it just right, you can avoid the loud scrapes and grinds--but you have to hold it perfectly centered. Success. In goes the note. As does the brick, back into the wall. But you're only half-way done. Leap. Quiet, maneuver, avoid, measure. Silent. Leap. Hide. You're back is once again at the wall, the footsteps of the lackey you'd been avoiding closing in proximity to the Hall you'd just left. Four... five... six... Your eyes focus on the wall opposite of you as you ground yourself. The next few seconds determined a new reality. Either they followed their pattern, or they didn't. You had to be flexible. No assumptions. If they move towards the junction, you have to follow. If they move towards you, you'd calculate on your feet. Seven... eight... nine.. Turn. ...one...two...three.. You don't relax. Even after you count their steps to fifteen, even as you slip away back through the hall, even as you exit the unattended vent and breathe in fresh air--you don't relax until you're sitting on the floor in your room, calming down, your mask in your hands. After checking to make sure your door had not been opened, and no one had looked for you. No tracks in the dust. Only then do you allow yourself to ruminate on the contents of the note you had written, because you could still see every letter of it in your mind. ------ 55-1, Minami Senju 5-chome, Musutafu Target: Fukui Mitsuo Floor 8 3 AM. 7. Accompanied. Head. ------ For the briefest moment, you feel your hands shake. They always did on these nights. Realistically, you'd left no openings. Tested and re-tested every method. Calculated every movement. Left nothing to chance. But the 'what-if's' still linger, and you let them. The fear is good. It keeps you on your toes, your mind on edge, your tongue to the roof of your mouth. If he found out, you wouldn't know it until it was over. So you pretended he already did. Below you, underground in his base, plotting how to get at you when you were most vulnerable. Tear you to pieces, throw you in a pit or in a cage. No--too risky, he'd just kill you. A dead-end is better than a possibility. You'd learned that from him. You swallow, head turning so the amber morning sky is in your peripheral. All things considered, you would still unfortunately need sleep. You cherished the brief moments of sunlight and let your mind swim in the memories of your childhood spent in the daytime; before retiring to the broken and borrowed mattress. Seven days. You would check the location of your note in two. If there is another note in response, you would create a reactionary plan. The pattern continues. Until he finds out. ...Until he finds out.

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[imagine-loki]

I'm still breathing, Chapter 25

TITLE: I’m still breathing CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 25 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine a mutant has been living on the streets for years, until she is picked up by the Avengers. She’s taken to live with them so they can help her to discover what her powers are. Loki especially, takes an interest in her. The two become very fond of one another as they discover what her power is. RATING: M 

After her first proper mission, Sophie was allowed to join the team on some other ones. But Loki always went over the mission first, to see how risky it would be. There was one or two he didn’t allow her to come along because in his eyes it was too high risk, even though she probably would’ve been fine to do so.

But Loki just wanted to keep her safe. He would never forgive himself if anything bad ever happened to her. Even if she could take good care of herself, obviously. Considering how well she was harnessing her powers. He would always still worry over her.

Owen continued to hang around often, he was there at least four times a week. Sophie was slowly starting to trust him a little more. But she was still on edge. The rest of the team weren’t so sure, especially Loki and Clint. But they didn’t want to upset Sophie, so kept it civil.

One day Thor returned from visiting Asgard for a few days. He had some news that nobody expected to hear.

‘Father has requested your return to Asgard.’ He told Loki.

‘What? Why?’ Loki frowned.

Sophie sat up more next to Loki, just as confused as he was. Since Loki had told her all about Odin.

‘He says you have turned a corner, that you’ve paid for your actions and you are able to return to Asgard. He says you can stay here, if that’s what you wish. But you can come home whether to visit or to stay.’ Thor said with a big smile and patted Loki on the shoulder.

Loki was completely shocked and for once he didn’t actually know what to say.

Not much was said about it for the duration of the afternoon. That evening, Loki and Sophie went to the library together to read. But Loki noticed she was slightly off.

‘What’s wrong, love?’ He asked, pulling her onto his lap when he sat down.

‘Are you going to go back to Asgard? To live?’

Loki’s eyes widened in realisation. She’d been worried that he was going to leave her.

‘Oh, love. The only way I’d go back to Asgard to live would be if you were coming with me.’ He cupped her face in his hands and smiled warmly at her when her face lit up with relief.

‘Really?’

‘Of course. I am not leaving you. You’re my world, Sophie. I’m home with you, you’re all that matters to me. I will go back for a short visit, I would like to see mother. And there is someone I would love for her to meet.’ He grinned.

Sophie’s eyes shot up to meet his. ‘You mean… Me?’

‘No, Stark of course.’ Loki teased, making Sophie laugh. ‘I think Hel would freeze over before I’d allow Stark to meet my mother.’ He winked at her.

‘He’s not all that bad.’ Sophie said in the guy’s defence.

‘I suppose he has been tolerable of late.’ Loki shrugged. ‘But in all seriousness, I would love for you to meet Frigga. Odin, not so much. But I guess you would meet him too.’ He grumbled.

‘Funny how we both have an asshole parent and a good one. Then again, the jury is still out on Owen I guess.’ Sophie smiled and circled her arms around Loki’s neck.

‘True. I still have my suspicions with Owen, but time will tell… So, will you come with me to Asgard for a few days?’

‘You’re serious, aren’t you?’

‘Yep.’

‘Do you really want to take me to another planet? Is that a wise idea?’

‘Probably not. But I am sure I can keep you from getting into too much trouble.’ Loki chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose.

‘Hmm. Well, if you’re going and you really need me along to look after you… Then I guess I have no other choice really.’ Sophie shrugged and smirked at him.

‘Nope, you don’t. I would break apart without you.’ Loki said jokingly, though he did actually mean it at the same time.

Sophie made herself comfortable against Loki and he held her tightly, burying his face into her hair. He breathed in deep, taking in her scent.

‘You know I would never, ever, leave you.’ He whispered.

‘Deep down I think I knew that. I just… sometimes my mind runs away with me.’ Sophie said as she nuzzled into his neck.

‘Mine does too at times. Minds can be a scary place.’ Loki reached for her hand and rubbed her fingers with his. ‘I think our minds are a bit messed up, but they are messed up together.’

Sophie felt her heart warm at his words as she looked up at him. She reached up with her free hand to cup his cheek while she kissed him. The kiss turned into a heated one and Sophie found herself straddling Loki, grinding down against him wanting more.

Loki’s hands wandered all over her body, underneath her top. His touch left goosebumps on her skin as it felt alight with desire. She was always amazed with how he could make her feel simply by his touch.

Thor walked into the library, looking for Loki and Sophie. But when he saw them both naked on the sofa together he turned bright red and covered his eyes with his hand.

Sophie was still straddling Loki, her arms and legs wrapped around him like a monkey and her head resting on his shoulder. They were finished with their fun, just revelling in one another’s hold. But they hadn’t expected anyone to walk in on them. No one apart from them ever graced the library.

‘Thor! You fool! Don’t you knock?’ Loki hissed at him, he used his Seidr to have his cape drape around Sophie who was also blushing from being caught. Though she was glad he hadn’t walked in ten minutes ago when they’d been in the middle of their pleasure.

‘It’s a library, brother. I shouldn’t need to knock!’ Thor said, still hiding behind his hand.

‘You never come to the library. Why today?’ Loki groaned and let his head fall backwards on the back of the sofa.

‘I’ve come to get you, to go home to visit. Mother is most excited about your visit.’ Thor turned around so he had his back to them instead.

‘Alright. Give us twenty minutes first.’

‘Us?’ Thor asked, turning around but then he remembered why he had avoided looking at them in the first place so spun back around again.

‘Yes, Sophie is joining me.’ Loki said proudly.

‘I’m guessing that would be ok with your mother?’ Sophie asked.

‘Of course. Mother would love to meet you!’ Thor said excitedly.

‘Excellent. Now, please leave us Thor.’ Loki said, irritated.

‘Oh, of course.’ Thor rambled and rushed out of the door.

‘Well, that was a close one.’ Sophie said, leaning back.

‘It was.’ Loki chuckled. His eyes looked down to her chest, where her necklace was resting upon her skin. He ran his thumb over it and smiled. ‘I am so honoured that you wear this all the time, love.’

‘I really do love it. No one has ever given me something like this before… Besides, it’s from you.’ Sophie beamed happily.

Loki gave her another sweet kiss before the two eventually moved to get ready for going to Asgard.

After quickly packing some of her stuff, Sophie went along with Loki to find Thor.

‘You didn’t give me much time to pack.’ She huffed, slinging the rucksack over her back.

‘It’s only for a few days. Besides, you shall find most of what you need on Asgard.’ Loki assured her, giving her hand a squeeze.

‘Wait! I’ve forgot my deodorant.’ Sophie ran back to her room, Loki just laughed.

Thor approached and patted his brother on the back. ‘I see you gave her the Seidr necklace.’

‘Shhh. Keep it down.’ Loki hushed him.

‘What? Doesn’t she know about it?’ Thor frowned.

‘No… She doesn’t really need to know.’ Loki whispered.

‘Why not?’

‘She might find it creepy.’ Loki said, glancing round to make sure she wasn’t in earshot.

‘I doubt she would. She loves you, Loki.’

‘I know… But still. Keep your big trap shut!’ He warned and Thor put his hands up in defence.

Sophie rushed back to Loki, happy now she was sure she had everything. The three entered the common area where the rest of the team was waiting to say goodbye. Including Owen, who didn’t look overly happy.

‘Are you really going to Asgard?’ He asked Sophie.

Sophie frowned at his tone of voice. ‘Yes, I am.’ She nodded.

‘Is that really a good idea? I mean, it’s a different planet. What if something happens? I don’t want you going.’

Loki felt his blood boil. His jaw clenched while he tried to keep himself calm, but he knew it was pointless as he snapped. ‘She is perfectly safe going home with me.’ He snarled.

‘I don’t care. It’s ridiculous! Sophie, you can’t be serious about going.’ Owen folded his arms over his chest and glared at Loki, then looked to his daughter.

‘Eh, well I am. You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do.’

‘I am your father.’

‘No, you are NOT! You have no right to say that.’ Sophie snapped. ‘I still feel like you’re a stranger. And you’re so shitty to Loki, MY BOYFRIEND! Who has done nothing wrong to you! You’re judgemental, you think you can just waltz in here and after a month or two think you can call me your daughter? Well you’re wrong. I don’t want to see you again, Owen. I appreciate you trying, but it’s not working.’ Sophie said angrily, her voice slightly shaky as she tried to keep it together.

Owen looked like he had just been slapped in the face. ‘You can’t be serious, Sophie?’

‘I am. I don’t want to see you here when I come back from Asgard.’ She hissed.

Loki slid his arm around Sophie and led her away from Owen. The group all went outside, leaving a stunned Owen inside.

‘If you want him gone, we will make sure he doesn’t come back.’ Tony offered when they were outside and out of earshot from Owen.

Sophie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘He doesn’t seem to actually give a damn about me or who’s important to me… I think it would be best that he doesn’t come back.’ She nodded at Stark.

‘Consider it done.’ Clint said, rolling up his sleeves.

Loki smirked at Clint. The two had been desperate for this moment to come where they could throw Owen out for good. Loki was just sorry he wasn’t going to be there to see it happening.

‘Have a good time on Asgard.’ Natasha said to Sophie when she gave her a hug.

The rest of the team all said their goodbyes to the gods and Sophie. Loki tightened his arm around Sophie’s waist. ‘Hold on, love. This may feel a bit odd.’ He whispered into her ear, grinning at the look of confusion on her face.

Thor looked up to the sky and called for Heimdall to open the Bifrost. Then in a flash of rainbow colours, they were gone.

‘I really need to get him to stop doing that on my lawn.’ Tony grumbled as he stared at the burnt grass on front of him.

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