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[alliddewrites]

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Chapter 1:

Extravaganza

Revenant x Legend!Reader

Content disclaimer:

Not completely canon compliant,

Takes place a bit after season 9,

Mention of murder,

Mention of guns,

Gender neutral reader

Summary: You join the Apex Games, but before you can actually begin, you have to go through all the extravaganza.

Word count: 2218

Masterlist

The Apex Games…

Out of dozens and dozens of competitors, you came out on top.

It was honestly unbelievable.

The sheer anxiety and excitement throughout the match. Except this time, the stakes were even higher. It was the last competition you needed to win to qualify to be a Legend.

To be a Legend... Your biggest dream. You have been working towards this goal for quite awhile now.

Of course, the road was rocky. It had its ups and downs, but you're finally at your destination.

You can have it all now! The fame! The money! The recognition you've always wanted!

The recognition…

The recognition!!

How could you forget about the upcoming interview?? Every winner gets interviewed after their matches!

All that adrenaline must've blocked out some important information in your brain…

The match only finished a couple of hours ago, and now you've already got to go somewhere else.

Man, this is going to be extremely tiring…

What are they even going to ask?

How personal are they going to get?

Do you have to wear your competing outfit? Or can you just wear anything?

Why didn't anyone inform you about these things??

'You're going to get interviewed.' Yeah? And what else? They said where and when, but not much else.

God… Guess you'll have to improvise!

Forge wore a suit in his interview. The one that went wrong…

You'll have to dress fancy too then!

Make it elegant, but not too over the top.

You got this!

You got this.

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Okay, maybe you don't got this.

All the cameras and the lights in this relatively empty room are extremely anxiety inducing.

The banners of you in your fighting outfit are pretty flattering, but being in the spotlight right in front of them is not the most calming thing you could be doing right now.

At least the photographers notified you to stay in your armor for the photoshoot…

They also cleaned you up after the match.

Wouldn't want a competitor in a blood sport to be bloody in the advertisements now, would we?

"Starting in 5 minutes! I repeat, we're starting in 5 minutes! Everyone to their places, check your equipment again to make sure everything works properly!" yelled the director. Every single staff member hurried to their places.

Huh, he commands the room well.

As you stand on the side awkwardly, the interviewer walks up to you and asks to go and sit down in the chairs located on the stage.

"Very nice to meet you, I'm Lisa Stone.

Some staff members are going to come up here in a second to put a microphone on you, so relax and get comfortable . You don't have anything to worry about"

Well, Forge didn't have anything to worry about in the beginning either… You wonder how Ms. Stone got over that incident. Probably required a whole lot of therapy. Poor woman.

"O-Oh thank you! Nice to meet you too." you replied, trying to look as relaxed as possible. It wasn't very convincing…

You both took your respective seats.

While 2 members of staff started putting hidden microphones on you and Ms. Stone, she picked up a stack of papers and looked through them.

The interview questions.

"One minute left! Everyone better be ready, no mistakes, this is going to be live!"

No mistakes. Don't mess up.

Be as level headed and polite as possible. Can't mess this up, if you do, no one will take you seriously.

It can't go worse than Forge's interview though, right…? I mean, it was a literal assassination… by the coolest robot to ever exist!

Okay maybe phrasing it like that is wrong, but it's true-!

"Are you ready to get started?" Mr. Stone inquired, interrupting your inner rambling.

"Oh! Y-Yes, I am." came your hesitant reply.

This is going to go great…

"Good. I know this can be hard on some people but there's no need to worry." she smiled reassuringly.

At least she's not actively working towards making your situation worse, you can appreciate that.

"Starting! In 5!"

The lights dimmed.

"4!"

Well, this is really happening.

"3!"

Ms. Stone faced the main camera, you followed.

"2!"

Goodbye last shred of confidence!

"1! ACTION!"

The lights slowly came back on.

"We're sitting here tonight with our latest Legend to join the Apex Games; (Y/N) (L/N). It's great to have you here." Ms. Stone began, turning towards you during the last part.

"Thank you! The pleasure is all mine." you answered, trying your best to seem less nervous.

"So, now that you're finally here, how does it feel to have accomplished such a big feat?" she questioned.

"To be honest with you, tiring, extremely tiring."

you exclaimed, Ms. Stone giving a short giggle to your response.

"But it feels great. Surreal even! Accomplishing one of my greatest dreams, one I've been working towards for so long, is still pretty hard to believe." you chuckled lightly.

"I can imagine. It must've been pretty hard having have had to train every day for multiple competitions.

Was it nerve-racking to have your very last match be a solo match?" she responded.

"It did amp up the anxiety for that match, yes. But I'm glad the last qualifier is played without teammates. I, and many others, will then know whether I'm actually good enough to proceed or not." you say, gaining a bit of confidence back. Maybe this whole interview thing isn't going to be so bad after all.

Mr. Stone looked at you, surprised.

"I haven't heard anyone say they preferred the solo matches for the finals before. Interesting." she noted. There was a short pause while she looked down to check her papers.

"Next question… 'Why did you decide to join the games'?" came her scripted inquiry.

"I don't like getting too personal on TV, but one of the reasons was that I like guns a lot. I love to go to firing ranges to try out various kinds of firearms. I don't own any personally, but I'm very much interested in them." you answered.

You really didn't want to get into your private life and past too much…

"Another reason is that I like strategy games and working in small teams. Something like the Apex Games seemed like the perfect combination of both!" you added right after.

Ms. Stone looked at you quizzically. She probably didn't expect an answer like that.

"What an interesting motive. So the reason is 'just for fun'? No deeper meaning there?" she tried to dig deeper, genuine curiosity appearing on her face.

"Nope! Just wanted something big I can achieve that I'll also enjoy."

You know that one is a lie.

"Curious… Let's do something more fun then:

'If you were to pick a favorite, out of the current roster of Legends, who would it be'?" she looked at you, once again, very interested.

You heard somewhere that this was one of her favorite questions to ask, but even then, somehow you didn't think this far…

"Well, this will sound very weird, because most people wouldn't choose him as a favorite… but um-" you take a long pause, palms becoming slightly sweaty.

You look away from her, not wanting to see her reaction to that answer.

It was indeed a very unique choice to have as one's most liked Legend.

"It's… um… Revenant…"

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You swallowed, your mouth and throat feeling dry.

You've never heard a quieter silence before. Not a single person was making a sound, even the director was staring in shock.

Some people were looking around awkwardly, some were staring right at Ms. Stone and you. Eyes darting back and forth.

Ms. Stone stared at you, absolutely appalled, mouth slightly open. Her reaction was perfectly understandable.

Having seen that same simulacrum murder a Legend right in front of her…

You cannot blame her.

"P-Pardon?" she gives a nervous laugh. "Did I hear that right? Re-Revenant? The simulacrum?" she asks to confirm, tone uncertain.

You nod your head slightly, still not looking at her. Well you made this situation indescribably awkward.

You should've lied about this one thing; could've said Mirage or Pathfinder, or even Loba! But no! You had to tell the truth!

Ms. Stone cleared her throat. "We-Well, that's certainly… an… i-interesting choice. Um… May I ask why… him…?" her voice was shaky, having been reminded of what she has witnessed before, right in front of her.

You take a deep breath. You really need to think about this, you can't just compliment him all you want, he's still a murderer.

Be smart. Be empathetic, she got traumatized by him, you need to choose your words right.

"Umm… I'll be honest-" everyone takes a deep breath, "-it's, um… mostly because he… uh… h-he's cool…?" you say, drawing out the last two words.

The sentence sounded just as uncertain as you.

The staff kept staring at you, now solely focused on you.

"Ahaaa… and there's no other reason, at all?" she kept prying, suspicions still clearly present.

"Yeeaah… He just… does things so efficiently, e-even if they're horrible. He was designed so well…" you say back, trying to calm her down, if even just a little. You really do not want her, and all of the Outlands by extension, to hate you.

Ms. Stone kept staring at her pages, not reading any of the sentences written there. "Mhmm… He's efficient alright…" came a quiet murmur from her.

She finally turned back towards me.

"Now, people can have their preferences, within the law of course.

I'm relieved you don't agree with what he does, even though he's your favorite." she pipes up after a brief silence, still not sounding 100% sure about this.

Ms. Stone turned towards the main camera.

"Well that's all for today's interview. Thank you so much (Y/N), once again, for coming. We're happy to have another Legend join the games." she briefly takes a glance at you.

"We'll be back with the next championship's winners real soon. Stay tuned." she finishes up, completely professional.

As the live stream ends, everyone seems to sigh at the same time. This must've been one of the worst interviews they've witnessed throughout their careers. Oops.

Note to self: don't get into weird and awkward situations next time by choosing the worst option. You really don't need to ruin your reputation before even starting in the Apex Games…

If it isn't already too late for that…

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After the whole debacle, you had to meet with your new manager. He was a kind dude, avoided the topic of your recent mess up so he doesn't embarrass you further with it.

He explained everything that needed to be known before your first game; where you'll be staying from now on, training routines, schedules, gear, sponsors, how the seasons work, etc.

You also had to sort out some more paperwork before everything became completely official. You wrote your name so many times, it was unbelievable. You're pretty sure you haven't written it this many times while you were learning to write when you were just a kid!

This whole day has been extremely tiring… By the time you got home it had been late at night and you were ready to pass out and never see the world ever again.

Your new apartment welcomed you with open arms. The bed looked oh so enticing in the bedroom, but before you could get in it to finally be sent to the dream world, you had to unpack your things.

You got the biggest walk-in closet you've ever seen, to load your clothes into. The shiniest bathroom you've been in, to set your hygiene products up in.

It really does pay to be a Legend, huh? And you haven't even had your first match as one yet!

After you finished putting everything away, you went back to the bathroom to get ready for a shower.

It's astounding how high up the apartment is, the large floor to ceiling windows give a great view of the world below. The gorgeous starry sky mixed with the beautiful lights below, made for a sight to behold.

After you finished admiring the new perspective you got thanks to your new living space, you got into the shower to wash off all the dirt and stress you've acquired today. Finishing your shower, you got out of the steam filled cabin, dried yourself off with a nice fluffy towel and got dressed in your nightwear. Before going to bed however, you didn't forget to wash your teeth.

Throughout your nightly routine, you started to feel more and more relaxed, becoming less and less aware of your surroundings. All you were focused on was finally getting to sleep.

At last, you got into bed, covered yourself in the enormous blankets that laid on the mattress beforehand.

Looking around your room, you thought about how you were going to decorate the place in the future. In its current state, it all looked very generic, something straight out of a display in a furniture store.

It didn't take long for you to enter dreamland after a couple of ideas that slowly made their way through your head.

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What you didn't notice before that, however, were the pair of seemingly floating, glowing eyes watching through your windows with clear interest…

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Diplomatic

Pairing: Yelena Belova x wife spy reader

Word Count: 1520 words

Outline: After a mission gone wrong where you end up captured by the authorities, your wife - notorious vigilante, Yelena comes and rescues you.

Warnings: mild canon-type violence, weapons, implied smut.

Author’s Note: Based on a request here. Nothing in this fic is accurate, don't take this as a European guide, mostly based on my vast acknowledgment of a map.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​// banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Yelena Belova Masterlist

It was a beautiful morning the day you got married to Yelena, in an off-shore white chapel surrounded by seagulls and sea waves. It was beautiful and enthralling to finally hold the woman of your dreams and walk with her on the path of life, exchanging vows of eternal love. Your life was just as hectic as hers or even more so. You had long been a spy, trained from your youth to serve your country so naturally, you had met Yelena, the short blonde woman full of ambition and sarcasm at an open field while she was trying to outwit you. In the end, you won, and together you made a perfect team. 

Yelena pulled you away from the spy life and into the magnificent world of a freelance vigilante. After this, you both started working together, doing the good old shooting, maiming, and battling together and soon your feelings for one another came to light. With a sealed kiss one night on a forgotten beach, you became one and thus inseparable. 

Notoriously, the pair of you had become quite well known amongst the circles of assassins and vigilantes across Europe and all of the world. There wasn’t a single authoritative place where your pictures weren’t up with big red signs saying ‘Dangerous, proceed with caution.’ There was a hefty bounty for whoever could get information on you but you were both much smarter than that. 

Sometimes you liked showing up just to lead people into a merry chase and forcing them to waste their resources like this. Yelena and you did share the same sense of humor. And tricking people was always funny and just. Wasn’t really your fault if people were gullible like that. 

Now it has been five months since your honeymoon ended and you were both on different missions across Europe. Not something that you did often but you did always choose places that were close enough to one another. Often you took hits from the dark internet, assassinating rapists and pedophiles. 

As for this particular mission, you were in the northern part of Croatia while Yelena was in the mountainside of Italy. Your mission was supposed to be easy. Take one piece of antique jewelry that carries hidden instructions for a new chemical solution. It should have been easy, it should have been a break-in and take kind of thing but nothing seemed to be working for you that day. From the moment when you woke up, on the wrong train you took to the weirdest old factory you had ever come across. 

Once inside, you make your moves slowly, descending from the outer metal ladder down to the basement, that’s where your intel showed you where the piece of jewelry was. Long forgotten and well hidden. But what you didn’t expect was the gas that started fuelling the room the minute your combat boots hit the concrete ground.

Quickly you pulled up your mask, trying to secure your face and not inhale anything but the gas was new secret technology. One millisecond, one inhale and you were out. You passed out with your hand on the necklace without even realizing what happened. 

A couple of hours later you woke up, securely tied to a chair, and a pair of powerful metal handcuffs on your wrists. Two people dressed in black tactical gear were staring at you, each carrying many weapons and knives. The room was small and there were blinds on the window next to you. Looks like an interrogation room of sorts. 

“Welcome to Interpol.” The sound of a man followed by a door closing behind jolted you awake and you tilt your head to look at him. 

“That doesn’t look very welcoming.” You crack out a joke shaking the heavy handcuffs and trying to move your cuffed legs. 

“Is the best I can do under these circumstances.” 

“What kind of circumstances, officer? If you are an officer.”

“For you, I can be.”

“Very well.”

“The ones where you are a very dangerous criminal that I refuse to allow to escape.”

“I can assure you I would never do that.” 

“If only I could trust you.”

You chuckle and wink at him, sitting back in your chair. 

“Am I allowed a lawyer?”

“One will be provided as the law states.”

“Cool, hope they are good.”

“For your sake, I would hope so too. “

You stifle back into your chair, and very soon the person you had been waiting for arrives, introduces herself to you, and settles down.  After the lawyer has arrived you remain silent as per her instructions and the officer tries to reach some sort of deal for you. What they are more interested in is where Yelena is and where you keep all the money. Pretty typical stuff but nothing scares you. You have all done this before, on both sides of the law. 

Next up is traveling you from Croatia all the way to Luxemburg, to the Court of Justice. There were heavy chains on your arms and your legs, the lawyer sitting next to you, and five soldiers armed to the brink with heavy weapons securing you. 

But it came as no surprise to you when you heard the familiar sound of car tires stopping. Followed by one loud thump and the beginning of the overturning of the army truck. The truck stopped as the soldiers got prepared for the impact and the intrusion. Secure in your position and with a slight smirk on the curls of your lips you sit there in anticipation knowing what will come next. She truly couldn’t stay away from you for a long time. 

Yelena’s favorite toy.  A bazooka, one shot, and a hole were now evident at the back doors of the truck. The soldiers immediately get in position sealing you with their bodies but you stay still as you watch one after the other fall to the ground. Followed by the lawyer, two can play the game. Yelena had used the same exact gas that they had caught you with. You knew very well she had made sure how it would be. Yelena hated being outwitted by anyone. 

You watch her as she secures the bazooka on her back and struts towards it with the confidence of a woman who just messed up the whole world. In her gloved hands, she is holding the necklace you were after, shaking it gloating for you. 

“Sorry for being so late, I had another tiny job to do first.” You roll your eyes and sigh. 

“A little help if your majesty wouldn’t mind.” You tell her pointing at the chains with your eyes and she chuckles putting the necklace in the pockets of her gear. 

“A little demanding aren’t we?” She tilted her head. ”Maybe I like seeing you all tied up. Ever thought of that?”

“Maybe that’s precisely what I have been thinking and I wish the current situation was much different.”

“Alright, very very cool.” She nods positively as she comes closer to you and with a laser knife starts cutting off the chains.

“Be careful, it might sting a little.” 

“I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“Aw, sentimental, aren’t we?”

“Just a little bit.”

With a thud, the chains drop to the ground and Yelena helps you off your seat. She quickly checks in to ensure there are no bugs or other secret weapons on you and then leads you to her motorcycle.

The truth is you both were prepared for something like this, you had bought a cabin in an obscure Lithuanian small town a couple of months back where you had a large sum of the money you both had acquired during your vigilante work. You knew where she was taking you and you knew the trip would be relatively long. She secures the helmet on your head kissing your lips as she does so, the seal of a promise made long ago. She turns around and revs up the engine. It would be a long day and an even longer night. 

By the time you arrived in Lithuania, it was well past midnight and you were both tired and hungry. But you had each other and that’s all you cared about. Sleepily Yelena tapped at your shoulder while you were parking the motorcycle. The cabin was small and had only necessities but you could never need anything more than each other. You give her a sheepish kiss on her cheek and then go to the kitchen searching for some food. 

Then Yelena is taking a shower while you are cooking spaghetti on the pot and the night seems still, domestic, like a normal life for a change. It doesn’t take you too long to settle in this domestic bliss, cooking, cleaning, and sleeping together. Watching tv shows and complaining about the smallest things. There is plenty of money around and even though you have everything under surveillance, it doesn’t take too much for the thrill of adventure to overwhelm you both once again.

After all what was life if not one big game?

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EPISODE 01 - INTRODUCTIONS

Part 1 of Keeping up with the Avengers

Loki x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1k

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

*The confessions are in bold*

“I don’t get why we need to do this,” Tony complained, 

“The Avengers have a bad image,” Pepper said with an annoyed sigh,

“I’m a billionaire, if The Avengers look bad, I can just donate to some charity for puppies or something,” Tony continued to whine,

“Hey, I’m Tony Stark, I’m sure you know who I am,” he said to the camera,

“Tell us a little bit about yourself.” a distant voice behind the camera said, causing the billionaire to roll his eyes,

“Well, I’m a Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, I’m also Iron Man, in case you didn’t know,” Tony said,

“Yeah, I hate to agree with Stark, but if there’s an issue with publicity, I highly doubt the solution is a reality show,” Natasha said, walking in and adjusting her widow bites on her wrists.

“Hey, I’m Natalie Rushman,” Natasha said, picking at her nails,

“People already know your real name,” someone behind the camera reminded her,

“Fine, my name is Natasha Romanoff and I’m Black Widow,” Natasha said, not giving any more information about herself, “What? There’s nothing more to say,”

“I think it’s a good idea to show people that The Avengers are still just human,” Pepper said,

“Isn’t this team made up of a bunch of superhumans? Aren’t there only, like, four people in this team who are “just” human? And even so, one’s a genius and two are highly trained assassins? If you think about it, Sam is the only one who’s “just” human,” Bucky said, walking in with Steve.

“Hey!” Sam protested, looking up from the couch, “you’re lucky I love you,”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

“Hey, I’m James Barnes, yeah, that James Barnes,” Bucky said, 

“I’m Sam Wilson, former U.S Air Force parachute jumper, I’m also the falcon,” Sam said,

“We actually got a TV show?” Y/N asked, walking in with Loki by her side,

“Hey, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, aka The Monarch, so I guess you could add me to the list of superheroes based on insects or arachnids,” Y/N said, “I have pyrokinesis, telekinesis and telepathy, kind like Wanda,”

Then the camera zoomed into her face.

“Also, Sam, If you’re watching this, I know you took the last red, white and blue donut so run because so help me god I will hunt you down,” she added, 

“I have to say, having a TV show for ourselves sounds interesting, almost like our own play, except I won’t have to impersonate someone else this time,” Loki said, 

“You what?” Tony asked,

“Hello mortals, I am Loki, son of Odin, prince of Asgard, god of mischief,” Loki said, “I don’t have much to say about myself,”

“How about you tell us a little bit about yourself, what do you like?” someone off screen said,

“I wouldn’t know what to say,” Loki replied, “However, Y/N might,”

cut

“Oh, I definitely know,” Y/N said,

“He likes the colour green and gold, he likes reading, pranks, stabbing Thor, his daggers, animals, - especially cats - the rain, ‘cause he’s dramatic like that, shakespeare,” she said, before pondering for a moment, an small smile appearing on her face, “he also likes me,”

“I’ve remembered I wanted to be an actress when I was younger,” Wanda said, following behind with Vision.

“I don’t think this is what young you had in mind, dear,” Vision commented, “However, the sentiment is still very nice,” 

“Hi, I’m Wanda and this is Vision,” Wanda said pointing to the android next to her,

“We decided to do the interview as I am technically not a human,” Vision said,

“I should probably tell you a little bit about myself,” Wanda said, “I love baking and sitcoms like ‘Full House’,” 

“I don’t really have interests, though I do like watching sitcoms with Wanda, no matter how absurd some of them are,”

“Has anyone seen Banner,” Natasha asked, “I needed help with my Widow bites,”

“You needed help with something with the weapons that I created and you decided to go to Jolly Green instead of me,” Tony said,

“Yeah, because Banner doesn’t change and add something completely unnecessary to it,” Natasha said,

“Wha- I don’t do that,” Tony protested,

Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“He has a problem,” Natasha said, ““I was on a mission in Moscow where I tried to work my Widow Bites and silly string came out,”

“It wasn’t that serious,” Tony waved off,

“It would’ve sabotaged the mission if Y/N wasn’t there,” Natasha deadpanned,

“You call it unnecessary, I call it genius,” Tony said,

“Did someone call me?” Bruce asked, entering the room with Steve, 

“Hi, I’m Bruce, umm, Bruce Banner,” Bruce said with an awkward smile, 

The camera zoomed in.

“I-I don’t know what else to say,” he said,

“You know, if this was an early 2000s disney channel show, people would be clapping at that entrance,” Y/N commented,

“Why do you know that?” 

“What’s that?”

Natasha and Steve said respectively.

“The spider kid made me watch some,” Y/N said, shrugging it off.

“He said I needed to read the ‘classics’, we spent a whole day watching Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Wizard of Waverly Place and Lizzie Mcguire,” Y/N said, “I will never be the same,”

“What are the camera’s for, by the way,” Steve asked, gesturing to the production team,

“Oh, it’s for a reality show,” Natasha replied,

“Hi, I’m Steve Rogers,” Steve said, “Captain America by the way,”

“Have you seen Clint?” Steve asked,

“No, I haven’t seen him all day,” Y/N said, 

Loki snickered.

“Lokes, have you seen him?” Y/N asked,

Loki used his magic to open the overhead vents.

Clint fell out flat on his face.

“Barton! What the hell!” Y/N said, jumping away,

“Heyyy,” he groaned, 

“Okay, I’m getting you to medical,” Natasha said, 

Cut

“What’s it like being in a relationship with Y/N?” someone off camera asked,

Loki’s eyes lit up slightly.

“Well, I’m incredibly lucky, she’s honestly amazing and much too good for me, I don’t know what I did to deserve her,” Loki said,

“One time, she was mad at me and I asked her for a glass of water so she gave me a glass of ice and asked me to wait,” Loki said, “I love her,”

“Are the cameras just going to be following us around like this?” Y/N asked,

“Mhm,” Tony replied nonchalantly,

“Why do I feel like he’s used to this?” Y/N asked,

“It’s not all bad,” Wanda said, “Maybe we can make money off of this,”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“We can?” Y/N asked, “Sam, come over and cry,”

“Why?” Sam asked,

“Good thumbnail,” Y/N said,

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aaaaand one for Elowen :3 something written by one of the advisors about your OC?

happy writing friend <3

Thank you again for sending all of these in! I've been rather more the tortoise than the hare with them, but we got here in the end c: Thanks, friend!

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A Missive to the Deep Roads

(991 Words | No Warnings)

A letter tucked into a leather belt pouch. The paper was once fine and creamy, but now dirt smudges the surface and there are large splotches of blood on one corner. It is addressed to the Warden-Commander and reads:

My dear Arianwen, 

I do hope that this letter finds you well. This thing you have undertaken is a dangerous task indeed, though I do have my doubts that even an army of ogres could keep you from doing what you’ve set your mind to. 

No doubt you have heard about our troubles here on the surface. Surely you must have heard tales about the sky splitting open, no matter how deep you have delved in the Deep Roads. If matters were any less dire, I might say that it amuses me to think of you being safer below than we are above for once. As matters are very dire indeed, I will instead say only that we need your help. 

I know what you will say, and I know better than most what I am asking of you. The Inquisition is not the sort of organization you might be inclined to trust. For good reason, I suppose. The Chantry has not been the friend to you that it should have been. We both know this to be true.

Our networks, our might, and the faith of those who have pledged themselves to us will not sway you. Let me instead tell you of our Inquisitor and what she has already done. 

Several weeks ago, there was an assassination attempt on your favorite king. Many such attempts have been made before, plenty of them averted by your personal intervention, but this one involved an especially troublesome faction of mages from Tevinter. The Inquisitor sent our people to intervene—and just in time, too, it would seem. To hear him tell it, he was all but frozen solid before our people intervened. I have requested a contingent remain nearby in case there is any more trouble. 

There are many victims of this war between mage and templar, no shortage of bloodshed. Even so,  Lavellan has reached out her hand to the refugees and the downtrodden at every turn. I have watched her haul children from the muck of a ruined street with her own two hands. I have seen her hunt for supplies for the same families even when she was ill or out of sorts.  I have seen her clear the roads for people to move freely again. It is not so light a thing, as you very well know, for people to be able to escape when they are besieged. 

I have known Elowen to sit alone on the hills, the better to watch the pale hares move through the brush. I have watched the wild wolves heed to her call as if listening to a dear friend. I know that she would leave us for the wilderness and the roads if she could. I know that she stays because she feels there is no other choice—rather like somebody else I once knew well, if you will forgive the comparison. 

A teller of tales I may yet be, but I have related only the truth here. You already knew how dire our battles have been. Know, too, that the Inquisition follows one who leads with neither iron fist nor hope of recompense. Know that the woman we follow is worthy of the title in many ways beyond naming. 

Know that Thedas—that Ferelden—still needs you, just as it did all those years ago. If ever there was a time to take up the banner of the Wardens and lead those who remain to a worthy cause, it is now. 

If you will not come, Warden-Commander—and I hold no real expectations that you will—perhaps you will consider committing what resources you can to the fight in the world above. I cannot overstate how much that help is needed. 

Do give my regards to your Antivan beau. I would say that I hope to see the both of you very soon, but I hold no such expectations. Instead, I will say only that I will look for word from you, in whatever form it might come.

Your friend, then and now,

Leliana

A letter, wrapped in several layers of oiled leather and otherwise untouched by the elements: 

Leliana,

You’ve always been good with stories. I’ll give you that. 

I’m too busy to come myself. You know that. However great a mess the surface is right now, I cannot spare a single blade for your fight. I have more pressing things to turn them against at the moment. 

I wish you all the luck I can spare. I’ll throw in a few tokens for good measure, though I am sure you can find better on your own. You always were clever like that. 

You are my friend. It has been many years since I have said so, but it is no less true now than it was then. Be well, Leliana. You are greater than your words, however many of them you insist on tossing in my direction. 

The enclosed is for your Inquisitor. If even half of what you’ve said about her is actually true, I don’t mind her having it. 

Zevran says hello. 

—Wen

P.S. I did not say hello. I said that you will either have a grand tale to tell, Bard, or you will find yourself on the other end of a rather sharp knife. For your sake, I hope that it is the former and not the latter. How dreadfully dull it would be to leave all of this grandeur behind to attend a funeral and seek vengeance. You have no idea how often our adventures are interrupted to do silly things like that. 

Do take care of yourself. There is something here from me as well—have a glass by the fire and think of your good friends, yes? 

—Z

#prompt response #ask response #shivunin scrivening #elowen lavellan #arianwen tabris #zev over here like 'hand me the letter do you have no manners' lol

[fereldanwench]

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[teecupangel]

Okay we have so many cases of Isu places surviving, but how about discovering old Assassin bureaus? Imagine if Desmond managed to slip away from US period. Unless we are talking some English speaking country, finding a place may be hard so imagine Desmond just... Managing to locate previously undiscovered Bureau. And given how Brittania Bureaus look like in Valhalla? Let's pretend banners/furniture survives. And so Desmond moves in (and then ends up getting novices ofc)

I mean, it's possible, yes, but the main reason why the bureaus aren't a big part of the modern day Assassins is because of the Great Purge. A lot of the bureaus/safe houses were taken out by Abstergo and what remained were abandoned. It's possible they'd find a bureau they can use but, at the same time, they would never be sure if those bureaus would be safe from Abstergo. Chances are, Abstergo probably has a record of all past bureaus they know of.

That's why modern Assassins from small groups call cells. They believe small groups would have a higher chance to slip away from Abstergo's eyes and they were always on the move. I think the only current modern-day equivalent to a bureau still being used is Gavin Bank's ship.

if we are talking about Desmond deciding to have his own base:

Masyaf is out of the question. It's too well known and under Abstergo control

Alamut is out as well. It's pretty much a tourist destination (although, tour guide company owner could probably be a good cover?)

Villa Auditore is also out as Abstergo knows about it

Considering Lucy's true allegiance, they probably know about Tiber Island too

Davenport Homestead was too out in the open

This meant... it had to be something smaller maybe?

Or underground...

Like the underground area underneath Sofia's bookshop maybe?

Wait.

Underground?

That's hard to get to unless one was an experienced Assassin...

One that only Assassins know about...

One that Abstergo probably wouldn't think of or didn't know because it wasn't that important in Ezio's memories.

The Assassin's Tombs.

#if the public has unearthed the assassin's tombs in ac2 i feel like we would have heard about it #especially from shaun #plus there's probably stuff there that desmond and the others can use #like florin ezio forgot to take because the camera angle hid it? #im not talking from experience #nope not at all #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer

[jiabeewrites]

Avengers Gender & Sexuality Headcanons, but cleaned up a bit

hello hello! I revisited my old post, and it was messy af and I don't really headcanon a lot of these anymore. SO I PRESENT TO YOU:

The Avengers Being Gay As Fuck

STEEB ROGER ROGER || CAPTAIN AMERICA - ohhhhh boy... - bro is kinda not up to speed with how ✨🏳‍🌈 the gays 🏳‍🌈✨ are treated nowadays - so peter decides to teach him - and at first, he's kinda confused, esp about trans people - because hello, he was born in the fourties - it's kinda non-realistic to expect him to snap to reality just like that - anyhoo, peter ain't having the "how tf do trans people work" bullshit - he, like any good gen z kid would do, creates a shitty powerpoint presentation - after two full fucking hours of explanation, steve starts to get it - he still slips up sometimes... - but he tries his fucking best and honestly that's all we can ask of him - i don't really see steve labeling himself, but if you asked, he'd probably just steer the conversation away from that topic - would still use he/him - fuck that was long

TONY STARK || TIN CAN IRON MAN - bro has fucked and been fucked, taken and given head - by both men and women - cmon. there's no way that this billionaire playboy isn't fruity - pansexual, doesn't care about the gender of the person he loves - he's either in a poly relationship with pepper and rhodey or enemies-to-lovers with a certain stephen strange - he/him - funds the annual manhattan pride - qpr with rhodey

BRUCE BANNER || JOLLY GREEN GIANT - oh poor child - i feel like he is not one for sex - like bro practically radiates aroace energy - doesn't really feel the need for gender conformity. gender is an unknown subject and he doesn't like to meddle with it. end of story - pretty sure he's agender - i feel like he wouldn't care what pronouns are used, but if asked, i think he would answer he/they - bro is a triple a battery fr - prefers to be adressed as dr. banner or just banner

NATASHA ROMANOFF || SCARY ASSASSIN LADY - she/her. nuff said. - asexual. i will die on this hill - the red room taught her to use her body to get what she wants - but she never really wanted that - coughseggscough - i wanna say she's demiromantic & bi - clint is her biggest supporter - started the ace avengers club 🍇🐘👻🐈‍⬛

CLINT BARTON || LEGOLAS - i really can't see a queer clint. i can't - i also don't really see him being that one overinvested ally - he/him, straight, cishetallo - sorry :(

THOR ODINSON || THAT ONE THUNDER DUDE - he comes from asgard, where nobody really sees being queer as different - so when he comes to earth........just imagine his surprise when he finds out about homophobia - he found out when some dudebro was yelling at a girl who seemed like she wanted nothing to do with him - another girl was with them, and she looked like she wanted to kill the guy - thor was confusion - he asked what was going on, and the dudebro said that he caught his sister on a date with another girl - yknow, expecting thor to lash out at the girl - but thor was the exact opposite - he grinned, and congratulated the two on their relationship - WLW FOR THE WIN!! - dudebro started going off on a homophobic rampage - one glare from thor and he nearly shit his pants - and THAT is where thor got his title as protector of lesbians - he/him - tried using thunder based pronouns once but decided it wasn't for him - unlabeled. he thinks human labels are weird

JAMES RHODEY RHODES || WAR MACHINE - is he/him - gay as fucking hell oh my god - literally so gay - GAY MAN OVER HERE - k im done - i'm nearly 100% sure he's graysexual. doesn't really care for sex but if his partner(s) really want it...well, he loves them - probably has to steer tony away from fans all the time at pride - i'm also 100% sure he's down for polyamory. there's too much love for just one person in his heart - qpr with tony

PETER PARKER || SPOODERMAN - TRANS PETER TRANS PETER TRANS PETER!!!!!! - 🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧ - i know it's a really common tumblr headcanon but i FIRMLY support it! FTM - 60% sure that flash bullies peter because he's trans - i mean like it's more believeable than peter being a nerd - prob uses he/him - comes out to tony first, tony buys peter his first binder - may finds out next and she's just so happy. peter asks for name suggestions and she nearly cries - that's how he got his name :) - this kid forgets to take off his binder so often omg - like ned and mj and may MUST REMIND HIM or he'll forget - i feel like he'd be asexual but sex-neutral - doesn't care for it - bi. bi peter parker.

MICHELLE JONES || EMJAY - is enby 💛🤍💜🖤 - ain't no way she's a girl. like ain't no way - uses she/they if asked, but doesn't really give a fuck about pronouns - bisexual with a pref for gals. callin it now

NED LEEDS || NEDANIEL - pretty sure he uses he/they because he like the pronouns - thought that they/them was cool and just decided to use it :D - sweet boi, supports mj and peter sm - buys them pride flags ✨🏳‍🌈✨ - ned literally radiates aroallo energy like cmon - CMON - aroallos are so cool and sexy actually

LOKI LAUFEYSON || LOW KEY LMAO IM SO FUNNY - is genderfluid 💖🤍💜🖤💙 - like this isn't even headcanon fuck off - will use any and all pronouns, at any given time - idk...maybe it's just me but i'm getting MASSIVE asexual vibes - probably sex positive ace - like slay queen - panromantic. like do i even need to explain this

BUCKY BARNES || BUCKET - i will die on they/them bucky hill - and you will see my corpse there - and you will know i was right - unlabeled. doesn't fully understand themself rn, labels will probably make it worse - sam is a huge part of bucky's queer journey - probably uses peter as a queer encyclopedia

SAM WILSON || CHICKEN MAN - gay as freaking hell omfg - that is HOMOSEXUAL MAN RIGHT THERE - he/him - takes bucky to their first pride parade - queer legend - ✨🏳‍🌈✨

VISION || ROBOT MAN - is undecided on gender for now - decides to just use he/him while he figures everything out - i think he figures out that he's asexual real fast. like sex-repulsed - why humans would ever want to have intercourse is beyond him - same, girl, same - but he's definitely omniromantic. he does experience love, albeit a little differently than the rest of society - don't we all...

WANDA MAXIMOFF || WITCHY BITCHY - found out she was a lesbian after a failed date with vision - neither of them felt the attraction that they had before - so yes. gay. sapphic. wlw. - i hate the term but i feel like she would be a lipstick lesbian until she falls for a butch - she/her - has girl nights with her twin - hmm gay - ❤️🧡🤍💖💜

PIETRO MAXIMOFF || SPEEDY BITCHY - they/he/she - genderfluid, is particular about pronouns - like ik people don't really headcanon it but... - cmon. pietro is LIQUID GENDER. - (this also probably stems from my belief that every single fucking speedster is genderfluid no matter what fandom) - sees a pretty dress? will buy two. one for them and one for wanda - he really does slay stilettos tho - i think she's probably gay (mlm) - stfu pietro can be a gay man if they want to - fuck you

T'CHALLA || CATMAN - gay. GAY - he/they icon - wakanda is a safe place for EVERYONE - besides, all the dora milaje are wlw - probably homosexual, like what else would he be - nakia? 99% sure nakia is trans and they're in a qpr - AROACE NAKIA AROACE NAKIA - *aroaces every single character* - fuck yeah gay t'challa

SHURI || GENIUS GIRL - she/xe - sapphic asexual - shuri x riri is the hill i will die on - leaning towards women and fem aligned genders - started first wakandan pride parade - i'm 99% sure she officiated ayo & aneka's wedding - change my mind

STEPHEN STRANGE || DR WIZARD - agender, doesn't see the point in gender most of the time, so they/them/he/him - believes there are three sexes but an infinite amount of genders - demiromantic, demisexual - fight me - is most likely gay 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 - had a qpr with christine before the incident

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HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK!

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[controlofwhatido]

Coming Soon!!

Written for the @marvel-arranged-marriage-bang​ and posting January 4th with art from emmatheslayer! Thank you so much to @itsfeistyred​ for the lovely banner ♥

Based on the prompt:  ���I’m an assassin and I’ve been hired to kill you but well your mom saw me and one thing led to another and now you and I are gonna be married tomorrow, this is really awkward, and oh shoot you’re cute too well this is a problem” AU from this prompt list.

Sneak peek: 

Цель: Steven Grant Rogers График: ASAP

Bucky looks at the text on his phone before sliding another knife into his thigh holster. He’s not in any position to question orders, but sending him to kill the only son of Sarah Rogers is… a bold decision. Bold, but unsurprising. There will be retaliation, Bucky’s sure of it. The Irish and the Russians have been vying for full control of Brooklyn for years, but it hasn’t ever come to true violence. 

Until now. 

It’ll start a war — one that Bucky will be ordered to be a part of — but the Irish won’t know he’s the one who will have started it. Bucky is very good at his job — there’s a reason why he’s Yelena’s number one when it comes to anyone that needs to be taken care of.

Tag Preview: Shrinkyclinks, Assassin Bucky Barnes, Beefy Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Badass Sarah Rogers, Arranged Marriage, Top Bucky, Bottom Steve, Happy Ending.

#marvel arranged marriage bang #stucky #stucky fic #stevebucky fic #i was going to wait to post this till i had my actual date #but i couldn't wait #also if you know russian and those mean anything other than 'target' and 'timeline' pls let me know lol

[glittercake]

could you go into your writing process a bit? i’ve been a fan of your fics for years now, and i still find myself in awe of how you’re able to create these cohesive worlds and voices and dynamics and just how tight your writing is. like i never feel like anything should be cut and even if all the loose ends aren’t tied up, i feel like it ends right where it should. like i’m so curious to see how your brain turns out so much magic!!

Oh my gosh, this is so nice of you to say 😭 Thank you first of all!  Secondly, I'll try to map out my process for big wips below the cut! Hope it makes sense 🤭 But this ask literally put a smile on my face all day, so thanks again. 

So to start off, I usually have a good idea of exactly how the story should end. That helps big time with everything else. If I don't know kind of what happens in the middle and exactly how it should end, I really struggle. 

Then I have a separate doc where I write down all my notes or thoughts about the stories, and also do the outlines. The story ideas come either extremely randomly, like me falling down a rabbit hole of presidential assassinations on YouTube (y'all know what this resulted in) or they're a result of my friend and i spiraling about something in the DMs (lighthouse, boxing fic, soulmate fics, most of the horny ones too 😂)

I also like to gather some pics just to get an idea of what the characters look like in whatever universe I'm writing about, as well as the scenery and buildings/layout. So for example, i used these inspo pics for The First Gentleman:

So every time I open the doc to write I'd have these, the outline, and the notes open. Other visuals like the banner or graphics I make also help put me in the right mindset for the story.

So, before I start writing, I draft an outline. I try to keep it brief tbh, the longer and more involved the outline the more intimidating the story feels which means less chance of me actually writing it 😅 (there are about 3 outlines that will probably never see the light of day!) but brief doesn't always work so what i do, especially for long wips, is make a short bullet list for what needs to happen in each chapter.

This way i can accommodate plot bunnies, shift stuff around and kill the darlings before i get too attached, i usually also have a few key scenes in my head and i then fit them in here. Outlines also include stuff like a quick character write up like age, quirks, bad habits, cute habits or sayings they have (in Ain't No Grave they had this cute back and forth "keep up now" or in Ruins Bucky called everyone meatballs.)

This is roughly what a chapter outline looks like for me:

lmaooo. as you can see it's very informal. basically a scribble.

Usually when I'm super inspired, i can get going straight away, otherwise I let it turn over in my head a little bit until i come up with a good starting point. What also helps me cement the character voices and specific characteristics is re-watching whatever source media it relates to. So for me it's always Cap 2 & 3 and TFATWS, Endgame where Sam gets the shield, and Sam’s scene in AoU and Antman.

I prefer to write in order from start to finish. I find I lose interest too quickly if I don't. Having a point to work toward is easier for me. BUT at the bottom of the notes/outline doc I also have a section for scenes that I absolutely can't get out of my head and need to write down right the fuck now. For example Monica’s induction in TFG was written waaay before anything else, so was the sambucky reunion in that fic. But, because I placed it at the bottom of a separate doc, the fic was still technically written in order 😌 makes perfect sense, I know lol.

Then whenever I finish a bullet point in the outline, I color it off the list. This process helps me keep track of what has been done and what still needs to happen. Seeing how much I've completed also really helps to keep me motivated, plus the colors are fun! Helps with sticking to what i had planned too, i find if i don't follow outlines, the scenes and characterization kind of jump all over the place. Mostly i only have some time on weekends to write so knowing exactly what i need to write and how i need to write it beforehand is key to me. Having the outline done before I start means I have a week to play those scenes out in my head or play with the dialogue until it sounds right. 

If I get stuck, I read either a book or my favorite fics, do some art, or just leave it be until inspo strikes again.

And I think that’s about it. Don’t know if this is what you were looking for but there you have it 😂 

💕 

I’m always happy to get asks about my fics and writing, so don’t be shy!

#ask #writing

[stuckybarton]

When All Is Lost

SUMMARY: Stephen had all the time in the world, capable of reversing time on a few occasion, but it was only when he sees you happy in the arms of another man did he come to realize he had made the biggest mistake of his life. PROMPT(S): "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it." CHARACTERS: Stephen Strange x F!Reader; Wong; America Chavez. Bruce Banner WARNINGS: Angst. Stephen regretting not getting the girl(again). Reader having her happy ending with someone else instead of Stephen. WORDS: 1,408 REQUESTED BY: @d0ct0rstrangewife

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It was in this very moment, as your glowed against the lights above in the Sanctum with you continuing with whatever conversation with Wong and America you were having, did he realize what he had lost in all of his own thoughts. You looked beautiful, always did in his eyes, but never truly appreciated until now when you were wearing a beautiful white dress that drastically brighten your face and the smile that was so big he often sees every single time your conversations was with Wong and America. But never him, he had the privilege of a special smile that only he gets to see--a privilege he evidently just wasted.

Over and over, you had showed him your interest with him, openly admitting your feelings for him but never once did you get a proper answer--at least, not an answer that could finally progress what relationship you might think the both of you could have. Push comes to shove, he would act like an asshole, push you away for one reason or another. You tried your best to understand where he was coming from--from the lost in his former life, to the responsibilities that now rested upon his shoulders, but there was this cruelty in his words that finally got you to realize it wasn't worth it to chase him anymore.

"So who is the lucky guy?" It was America that finally inquired, Stephen remained at the top of the stairs, away from anyone's line of sight but he could very well listen to your conversation.

"Just someone Tony had tried shipping with me in the compound." You muttered, even without Stephen seeing you up close, he know there was scrunch in your features at the mention of Tony's insistence of playing match maker for you. "Thought I'd go this one time just to get him off of my business." You added.

"So you and Stephen…" America trailed off which was quickly reprimanded by Wong.

"What about me and Y/N?" He finally thought to bring the attention to him, not wanting to here what you might say about the situation.

All eyes were on him now--besides you, that is.

"What did Stark drag you into this time?" He inquired, it was new for him to actually ask about your outings. He never truly cared, until it was too late it seems. How you were glowing and seemed shaking with excitement for whoever the douchebag arranged with you.

"Just a simple date, nothing too tedious." You reassured finally taking at look at the man and as always you took his breath away. Those God damn doe eyes will be the death of him if he wasn't careful. "If you're gonna go and stop me, I swear to God, Strange I'm gonna stay in the Compound for good."

That was another thing Stephen had to battle with on a day to day basis. When you started working for him as an infamous researcher by trade, but a once hunted down assassin by SHIELD and eventually the Avengers which eventually led to you also working hand in hand with them when the need would arise. Your time was mostly dedicated to helping the Avengers and what little time you had in the Sanctum was spent with research alongside Wong and America and that small glimpses with him was spent with him pushing you away.

"Don't go on that date." He find himself saying. All the reasons for him not to even utter such words was ignored as this was far more important for him to say. He had regretted not choosing his own feelings for once.

"Why?" The bored look was the last thing he would have expected to see from you. All the little chances that he would give you attention, your eyes would brighten, but now in this moment when he was finally come to acknowledge his feelings--it was bleak realization for him that it was far too late for him to come to terms with his feelings.

"You know why." Yet, the pride and arrogance he was known for was still rearing his ugly head.

"Say it." You spat voice raising an octave from your usual ones.

Because I love you. I am a coward for not saying it. I am an idiot for pushing you away over and over again. Those had been the words that Stephen wanted to say. But silence was the response he had given you. The silent encouragement from America and even Wong were not enough for him to finally say those words. Something was stopping him--it was one thing or another. Fear. Fear that you would not feel the same way for him when he has finally realize what he would lose. The fear of your rejection. Fear of being responsible for your death like what your fate had been in numerous Universe aside from this one.

The knock on the door broke the tension and it was your sign to go. Without waiting for a response from Stephen, you made your way to the door to the sight of a far to familiar man.

"Dr. Banner."

Inside steps Dr. Bruce Banner. Stephen's first encounter with the man was when he flew out of the skies during the battle against Thanos, how the years had grown good to him. Seeing him back into his normal body was also something that surprised him. The last he remembered the man was still in his green form. In a black button down shirt and jean, wherever the both of you were heading to would be--casual.

"Dr. Strange. Wong. Ms. Chavez." The meek doctor greeted with a small smile before his attention turned to you. The sparkle in brown eyes at the sight of you, it truly scared Stephen. How you were quick to take hold of the man's hand in front of him as if he didn't get to do that in the past. "We should get going."

Stephen stood, alongside Wong and America, watching as you walk away, and seal his fate once again.

"I saw this before." America spoke. "In one universe, Y/N and Dr. Banner had a handful of kids. White picket fence, and everything." she continued, adding more and more knife through his chest.

"Will you not do anything again, Strange?" Wong inquired.

"In every universe that she gets to be with me, her fate was death. In every universe where she isn't with me, she gets to live the life she truly deserves without me in it." He spoke.

"Not in this Universe if you make the write choice." America protests.

"It's too much of a risk, I've stopped bargaining life with another." He shook his head.

He finds himself heading back upstairs, with America and Wong sharing a look and the hopelessness that was a fraction of what Stephen was to endure from now on. ~ One date turned into two, into three until it had become a daily occurrence and eventually you found yourself moving all of your stuff in the Sanctum and moving in with Bruce. Eventually, with the weeks turning into months, and the months creeping into two years, Stephen found himself in the same position he had been when he was watching Christine marry a man that wasn't him.

You walked down the aisle, and Stephen could feel America's hand holding into his own in reassurance and in comfort for what he had failed to do for the second time. Fear, fear of a possibility. Fear of his own choices affecting you. Now, as he stands watching you walk down the aisle to another man, he realizes his lack of action, lack of any indications of his own feelings--his greatest fear has finally come to life.

Losing you.

As the single tear fell from his cheek, he wiped it away. Accepting this was his fate. To see you with the biggest smile on your face, to see the man that he knew would treat you right standing besides you. Promising in front of a hundred people of the vows he could never truly fulfill should it have been him that stood besides you. You were happy, to marry a man that loved you and was brave enough to admit even in his own faults and misguidance in life.

He loved you in a way he could have never be brave enough to admit.

And that was how he knew he had lost it all.

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The Tower - The Science Conference

The Tower - The Science Conference

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2535

Warnings:  smut (MMF bisexual threesome, triple penetration)

Synopsis:  Tony and Bruce attend a Science Conference to support Elise.  After her lecture they have their very own private conference.

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The Science Conference

This take place just after The Tower and before the Holiday Special.

Fear of public speaking has long been said to rate higher than any other fear.  Above spiders, incursions from outer space, even death.  As I stood at the podium in front of a crowd of mostly strangers staring up at me - I could see why.

It was stupid really.  With everything I’d been through in my life, you’d think standing up and giving a lecture on spontaneous mutation would have been a cakewalk.  I’d run away from home at seventeen and put myself through college.  I dated not one but two ex-Russian assassins.  I’d been kidnapped and held hostage - and on one occasion I’d infiltrated a HYDRA base and helped take it down.

Yet here I was, standing in front of a full room, just talking about something I had been studying for years, and my heart was hammering so hard that I think I might have been speaking a little too loud just so I could hear myself over it.

In the sea of faces in front of me, most of whom I didn’t know, there were two that I knew very well right at the front, beaming up at me like I was giving a lecture on how I’d personally hung the stars in the sky.

I’d been invited to talk at a Theoretical Evolutionary Genetics at Berkley.  Bruce was speaking soon, and Tony had tagged along out of interest's sake.  At least that’s what he’d said.  I felt like there was some pride in the fact that this was my first big conference lecture, and he wanted to be there for it.

I was glad they were there.  For starters, looking down and seeing them both beaming up at me, had a calming effect.  It wasn’t just that though.  I didn’t get to go out with them very often.  We didn’t date the way most people did and this was an actual trip together to San Francisco.  We were staying in a hotel and going out to dinner together.  We were even going to take a couple of days to do touristy things, despite Tony’s objections.  It was nice seeing them getting recognition for things outside of Avengers stuff too.  Tony did draw attention even here, but it was Bruce who was the star of the show.  Everyone wanted to talk to him, and I loved getting to see that.

Most of all, it felt so fucking good to have two people there to support me like this.  I’d never had that before, and now we were out as being in a relationship, I got to experience something so many people just took for granted.

I finished my lecture to a round of applause and after answering some questions, the room started to empty.  I collected my things and came down to where Tony and Bruce were waiting for me.  They each kissed me and Tony ran his hands down my arms. “That was so great.  I’m dating a genius here,” Tony said.

“Tony, you’ve already heard my lecture.  Every version of it.  Multiple times,” I said, as I took his hand.

“I know,” he said.  “But it’s like I learn something new every time.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Liar.”

“Alright, come on.  Let’s go back to the hotel and change and I’ll take you both out to celebrate a successful presentation,” Tony said.

“I hope you do the same for Bruce tomorrow.  He is the keynote speaker,” I said.

“Oh definitely,” he agreed.  “I have reservations for the best restaurant in the city.”

Bruce blushed softly and shook his head. “You say things like that and I don’t know if you’re joking or not.”

Tony clapped him on the shoulder and wrapped his arm around him. “I wouldn’t joke about that!  Atelier Crenn.  It has three Michelin Stars.  You have to book a year in advance.  Well - if you’re not me.”

“Tony,” Bruce said.  “We don’t have to do anything fancy.”

“I know that,” he said.  “But we’re going to.  You’re worth fawning over too, Brucie Bear.”

That just made Bruce blush more.

The three of us made our way back to the hotel and I started to strip off the grey pantsuit that I'd worn for the lecture.

“What was it you wanted to do while we were here?” Tony asked as he hung up his jacket.

“I wanted to go to Alcatraz.  I wanted to see the sea lions at pier 39 and ride on that big double-decker carousel.  I want to drive past the painted ladies.  Oh - I want to go to the Winchester Mansion,” I said, listing the main things on the list.  We didn’t have a lot of time, but it was better to say what I wanted and run out of time than to risk not even attempt to do them.

Tony groaned and rolled his eyes dramatically.  “Such a tourist…”

“Oh!” I said as I wriggled out of my pants.  “If we had time I’d like to drive down to Santa Cruz.  That’s where they filmed The Lost Boys.”

“We might need to pass on that one, Santa Cruz, Alcatraz, and the Winchester Mansion are full days and we only have a couple to spare,” Bruce said.  He was already down to his boxers and seemed to be deciding what to do next.  “Besides, I’ve seen The Lost Boys and you’ll be wanting to go to the amusement park, and no offense, but I don’t think Hulk will let me ride a rollercoaster.”

“I’ll ride the rollercoaster with Hulk then,” I said and tossed my bra aside.

He looked me up and down as he walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist.  “Hulk thinks he’d rather stay here with you like this.”

“Just the Hulk?” I asked. 

“No,” he said, as he leaned in toward me.  “Not just the Hulk.”

He brought his lips to mine and I wrapped my arms around her neck and ran my hands up into his curls.

“Maybe we can drive out past the painted ladies tonight and go see the sea lions.  I’m pretty sure we can find somewhere to eat there,” Tony said as Bruce and I kissed.

I broke the kiss and Bruce’s lips trailed down to my neck.  I tilted my head back and curled my fingers into his hair.  “We can go to the Hard Rock Cafe,” I joked.

“No we can’t,” Tony countered.  “but I'm sure there will be somewhere we can eat that isn't tacky.”

I started giggling and Bruce guided me back onto the bed.  He looked over at Tony as I crawled into the middle of the king-sized mattress.  “Are you just going to stand there making dinner plans or do you want to join us?”

Tony froze in place and stared at us for a moment.  “Oh yes.  Right.  Private Science Conference.”

He hop-stepped over to us as he shook off his pants and underwear in one go, and dove onto the mattress beside us.  “So what are we doing here?”

“Come on, Tony,” I teased.  “Do we need to have the birds and the bees talk again?”

He laughed and guided my chin back so that I was looking at him.  “Smart ass,” he teased and kissed me.  I kissed back slowly and deeply, and Bruce kissed down my neck to my breasts, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth.  I moaned into the kiss and tugged on Bruce’s hair.

When Bruce pulled back, Tony broke the kiss with me and leaned over to kiss Bruce.  For a moment I was just the filling in their sandwich.  I watched them as I began to stroke their already hardening cocks.  When they were hard in my hands, I wiggled down to the end of the bed and began to suck on both their cocks, moving from one to the other and back again.  They rutted their hips and moaned, and with each thrust, they got closer to each other.  I moved so they could press up against each other with their cocks touching, and I wrapped my hand around them both.

Both men broke the kiss and looked at me.  “Whatcha doing, honey?” Tony asked.

“Just - go back to kissing.  I like that,” I said.

“Me too,” Bruce agreed.

Tony started laughing and began kissing Bruce again.  He looked so cute kissing the other man while his eyes were closed but crinkled at the corners.  I watched them for a little as I pumped my fist up and down the length of their shafts.  When Tony lost himself fully to the moment, I dropped my head down, opened my mouth wide, and began to suck the heads of both their cocks.

I had done this before, with bigger men than Tony and Bruce, but it still wasn’t easy.  It put a strain on my jaw and was difficult to get the angle right.  I couldn’t take them far, only just a little further than just their heads, but they both reacted exactly how I wanted them to.  Each man moaned, and Tony’s hips jerked forward.  Bruce trembled and his hand went to my hair, his fingers flexing as his legs shook.  I bobbed my head up and down as best I could, moaning and drooling down their shafts.  Precome began to leak from the tips and mixed with my saliva so it fell from my lips.  I moaned around them and dug my fingers into their thighs.

“El… El, honey,” Bruce moaned, breaking the kiss with Tony.  “I can’t… please.”

I pulled back and crawled back up, so I was straddling his hips and looking down at him.  He was taking slow, uneven breaths, and his pupils were blown out, with a slightly wild panicked look.  I pushed my fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp.

“Is he right there?” I asked.

He nodded.  “Just - that was a lot.”

“I trust you both, B,” I said.  “I know he won’t take over because I know he loves me and doesn’t want to hurt me.  But what can I do for you?”

“I just want to …” he rolled his hips and his cock rubbed against my soaking cunt.  He moaned and bucked up under me.

I took hold of his shaft and raised myself up, hovering over it.  “This?” I asked

He pushed up, the head of his cock penetrating me and he grabbed my hips and pulled me down on it.  I gasped and squeezed around him.

Tony moved behind us.  “What if I fuck you, while Elly rides you?” Tony asked.

Bruce shook his head and groaned.  The sound came out in stereo, both him and Hulk at the same time. “That’s too much.  Still getting used to more than one of you at a time.”

“That's okay, Bear,” Tony said.  “What about we both fuck her at the same time. You'd love that, wouldn't you, Elly?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, sitting back against Tony and swirling my hips.  Tony ran his arms around my rib cage and cupped my breasts, and for a moment, Bruce didn't say anything.  He just lay there staring up at me through lust-blown eyes.  A ring of iridescent green had started to glow around the small line of brown visible in his irises.  Hulk was well and truly part of this too, and we needed to carefully balance things.  I trusted Hulk to not want to hurt me, but if Bruce got too excited, he could slip by accident.

Bruce squeezed his eyes closed and took three deep breaths.  When he opened them again he looked calmer.  He nodded. “Yeah.  Both of us.”

I rolled my hips on his lap, and took his hands, putting them on my breasts with Tony’s.  He gazed up at me as I moved in a slow figure of eight and Tony kissed my neck.  His chest was slowly rising and falling but he looked a lot calmer than he had a moment ago.

Tony pulled away and went to the side table and fished out the lube we’d hidden there.  When he returned, I pushed myself down flush with Bruce and nuzzled into his neck.  Bruce wrapped his arms around me and slowly smoothed his palms up and down my back.  Tony squeezed lube onto my ass and generously slicked his cock.  He pressed the head against my asshole and pushed in slowly.

I moaned and pressed my face into Bruce’s neck.  I breathed deep, willing myself to relax through the burn in my ass and the overly full feeling.  This wasn’t new to me, but it still took a moment to adjust.

I started to move between them, shifting up and down on their cocks.  They took the lead, each thrusting up into me.  As the burn and the pain of them both fucking me faded back and pleasure started to take over, I pushed myself up so that I could look down at Bruce.

“Feel good, B?” I breathed.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.  “So good.  It always does, El.  God, I can feel Tony.”

Tony groaned behind me and braced a hand on my shoulder. “I love feeling you through her, Bear,” he groaned.  “Fuck… Love being inside you, El.”

I leaned back against Tony and tilted my head.  His hand went to my jaw and we kissed.

As we did, Bruce pushed himself up and began to suckle on my breasts.  Moving from one to the other and back again.  My nipples hardened and an ache spread through them, blending with the warm current that was flowing up from my core.  My moans easily drowned out the soft grunts and choked sounds Tony and Bruce were making.  I felt like an overwound spring, ready to snap.  I broke the kiss with Tony and began to kiss Bruce.  Tony’s hand moved into my hair, and he pulled on it.  The sharp tug on my scalp was enough to send me spiraling over.  I cried out and clenched up around them both, my whole body trembling with it.

Bruce groaned and arched his back.  He squeezed his eyes tight, and he shuddered under me.  When he opened his eyes again, they flashed green, and with a roar, he shoved up into me and came.

Tony kept thrusting.  I kept rocking my hips, squeezing around Bruce’s pulsing cock.  “Fuck, Tony, please,” I begged.  “I want to feel you.  I want your come inside me.  Please.”

Tony grunted and jerked forward as his orgasm hit and came inside me. “Fuck, El,” he moaned.  “Such a dirty mouth.”

“It’s not that dirty,” I argued. “I bet you’ve heard worse.”

He laughed as he pulled out of me.  “You’re probably right.”  He sat at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily as I lay down on Bruce.  Bruce hummed and trailed his fingers up and down my back as I slowly came down from my orgasm high.

After a little bit, Tony gave my ass a playful swat.  “Alright, come on, you two.  We need a shower after that.  We have places to be.”

I laughed and climbed off Bruce, and we followed Tony into the bathroom so we could wash up to go out.

~ END ~ 

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[greetingfromthedead]

C81: A Paradise for You and Me

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Series Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Chapter: 81/84

Words: 1.8k

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Vash can't turn back anymore, this is it, he's on the verge of determining his future. He is about to lay his life on the line to save his brother and keep him from destroying humanity. He has to make him see. He knows his twin, the views he has, the beliefs he holds. But he has to do this. There is no other option, he has to succeed.

With every step he takes, the distant echo of music becomes louder—the old and familiar melody, his own fingers remembering every keystroke to accompany him. The way they used to sit together by the piano and play—two halves of the same coin. Side by side. Back to back. Is there any hope of ever returning to that?

What does it mean to save his brother? Vash still doesn't have the answer, his time spent with Wolfwood made him see things in a strange light, the hopelessness of the situation seeping deeper into his bones. Still, he is grateful for the assassin sent to escort him to July, and while they had their differences, he started to consider the strange man a friend.

The melody, last heard in Jeneora Rock before the tragedy, sounds from behind the large metal door. So clear are the notes, and he can imagine the figure playing them all too well. Vash's loaded gun weighs heavily in its holster, his fingers are drawn to it, only to lightly touch the handle. He will not kill. Never again. But he might have to use it. Somehow, he has to make his brother listen and understand.

The doors open to the large hall, across from which sits Millions Knives. The room is filled with echoing music as the hooded figure doesn't react to his arrival. Vash steps closer, into the circle formed by the petrified figures of their sisters. With sadness stinging in his heart, he walks closer to his brother, halting in the middle of the room. The last note played lingers uncomfortably in the air as Knives stops and straightens up without turning to his brother. Vash's eyes travel up from the silvery hood onto the Plant standing above the piano. She is frozen in a moment of agony, the pain she felt as she screamed out for help, is preserved in that expression.

"She was killed in the early days. I keep her here as a reminder." Knives says sorrowfully.

"You've got to understand. The humans are not exploiting them because they want to," Vash tries to reason.

The other twin lets out a deep sigh. "What did you come here for?"

"I'm taking their Plant back from you," Vash thinks back to what happened in Jeneora Rock. "Not just that. All the robberies were you, weren't they? Admit it! It was you, Nai!"

"You'd dare accuse me? All I've done is rescue our brethren from the confines of mankind's oppression." Knives still hasn't turned around to even look at his brother.

"Nai, they're not evil!" Vash's voice gets more urgent with every step he takes closer to his brother. "We can coexist! I kno-"

"SILENCE!" Knives cuts him off with a roar. "Your stanching defense of humanity is no act of love. It's an attempt to make up for the crash that you caused all those years ago."

Vash is shaken, the breath catching in his throat. His eyes widen in recognition and in fear that his brother might be right.

"No matter how much good you try to atone, they'll never forgive you. No matter how much you fool yourself, in their eyes, you will always be a monster." His words continue to cut like blades into Vash's soul.

"I know humans make sacrifices in order to survive, but they're trying to move forward. I wanna believe in them." He does, even if for a part of him, Nai's words ring true, he desires nothing more than to support and help everyone, to see the planet thrive, both the humans and Plants.

"I pity you, brother. Your mind is not well." Knives' voice lowers, a sadness creeps into it, yet he still hasn't turned to look at his twin.

"Don't be sad." A different voice captures Vash's attention, his head whips over to the right, and from behind the base of one of the Plants, he catches a glimpse of white. But he doesn't have to see the figure, the voice is unmistakable. The words get stuck in him as he watches you step out into the open, yet you aren't looking at him. You are covered in a one piece layer, much like Knives; the Plant markings on the garment are blue, like the irises in Luida's biodome. Over it, you wear a sheer gown similar to a dress, it reaches the ground with slits on both sides up to your hips. Silvery sheaths decorate your thighs, and he is mesmerized.

Without a single glance towards Vash, you head to his bother and sit on the corner of the bench, your body facing the still frozen man in red. He watches your left arm reach over Knives' back as you lean closer and give him a form of hug. You lay your head on his shoulder.

"You only want what's best. No more violence, just peace. A wonderful world, a paradise." Your voice is so silky and smooth, a smile turning the corners of your lips upwards. Your embrace looks so tender, one he has felt many times before, yet it seems like a lifetime ago. Vash remains staring as you let go of his brother and finally turn your attention to him.

Without a shadow of a doubt, it is you, he has found you again. He's enchanted as his legs step forward while you stand up again to walk towards him, your hand reaching out, palm up, inviting him to take it.

"Don't you want it too? A world filled with love and peace. Don't you want to spend the rest of our lives there together? Wouldn't you want to live together with me in Eden? No more pain, no more violence. Just us." You sound so hopeful as you approach him. Your words cloud his mind, they shake his conviction. There is nothing he would like more than to spend eternity with you in Paradise, but he knows it can't be in a world of Knives' making. Still, his hand reaches for yours involuntarily, so close to touching your fingers with his. He looks into your eyes, and the fire is gone. The blaze that brought him warmth even during the frostiest of desert nights is missing. You look cold and empty, this isn't the real you. It might be your body, but your mind is somewhere else, much like when you were sick.

"My Iris..." he chokes back the pain. "What happened?"

"What do you mean, love?" Your voice still sounds kind, but now he can't unsee the lack of your passion and soul. "I chose a side. I am not human, they tortured me, they did horrible things to me, they cast me out. So I found my family in you. I choose you."

You stand before him, a hand caressing his cheek that has missed your touch for months. Every fiber of his being is drawn in. He wants to crash into you, hold you in his embrace, and never again let go. But his body is frozen, and his heart knows the truth.

"I desire no more violence. No more pain. Everyone deserves to live without fear. I choose to eliminate the monsters and live in a perfect little world of our own making. I need you. I want you. Choose us. Choose your family." Your lips have moved so close to his ear, they whisper the last plea against his skin. "Pick me over humanity."

"You wouldn't say that." He sighs, ripping himself from the beautiful dream. "This isn't you. It's a lie."

It has been months, and you might be different, but Vash recognizes the movement of your body instantly. He jumps backwards, just as your blades would have cut him. The jagged, silvery weapons look like the knives his brother conjures. They glint in your hands as you take your stance, the purpose of the slits in your dress is evident as soon as you attack him. Your movements are as fast as ever as you try to kick and slash at him. Vash deflects your limbs, barely keeping up. He has seen you fight enough times to recognize the patterns, and to his luck, he is just a touch faster and stronger.

"Iris! Wake up!" He calls out to you right after dodging your knife slashing past his face. "This isn't you! I am so sorry!"

Your face is cold and emotionless, there is neither love nor malice in it. You are simply a machine fulfilling its purpose.

"Iris! Come back! I am so so sorry!" He twirls away from you after getting hit in the side by your leg. "It's my fault! I should have found you quicker! I made a promise, and I failed you!"

He is reminded of Rollo, he too needed his help. Vash had made a promise and broken it.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lie!" He continues to plead as the fight slowly escapes his body, "I meant to protect you!"

Wolfwood's words echo in his mind. He really didn't mean to fail you or anyone else, he never makes empty promises. Just like you, he doesn't make promises he has no intention of keeping, but just like with the little boy, things he couldn't foresee took his opportunity to keep his word away from him. He can't fight you anymore, his limbs become heavy with his heart, yet you don't seem to relent at all.

You smack him in the face with your elbow, and he jumps back, only to stumble and fall. How can he get up again if it's you he is up against? His failure looking back at him. This is his fault—another boulder in his burden of guilt. You are here like this because of him. Not just because of whatever happened in Edwards, but because he loves you. If he hadn't found you in that coffin, if he had left you alone like you wanted in the first place, you probably wouldn't be here.

He looks up at you towering over him, your hands with the knives hanging to either side. It's not a stance to attack, but he knows that you will. His hands reach up to touch yours, and his blue eyes look like wells, pleading for you to see him.

"Iris... please..." He isn't even sure what he begs for. He can't ask you to forgive him, he doesn't deserve that. He can't ask you to return to him, he doesn't deserve that either. "Sweet Pea."

As he looks into your eyes, he notices the flicker of recognition, and he takes your forearms into his hands as he kneels before you, a smile appearing on his face as your gaze warms.

"Red..." your face softens, and he sees his Iris again. But this doesn't last, as his brother's blades obstruct his view. A splatter of blood hits his face as his eyes focus on the sight before him.

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[callmearcturus]

the gross pointe blank au

goddammit i CANNOT locate the post about this

okay so before the Epilogue killed my love of HS, i was meticulously planning out a fic that spiritually became SWDKTOWL. it was the Gross Pointe Blank AU.

the basic concept was a reworking of the original movie but with dirkjake. jake and dirk were high school sweethearts-- oh shit i found the original summary

Jake English went through the same crisis a lot of teenagers do on the cusp of adulthood, and ran away from home. He ran all the way into the army and was funneled into a particular CIA program that handles extrajudicial operations. He learned plenty of important life skills, like sniping and poison application and martial executions before leaving the CIA to go into business for himself as a private contractor.

Back in Austin, Jake left behind his high school sweetheart, Dirk Strider, but Dirk Strider never quite left him, carried around like a bullet waiting for its home. First, Jake dreamed of Dirk nightly, the boy he’d stood up and run away from. Then, a few years later, he learned his old flame was running a radio show back home. Soon, Jake’s jobs were filled with the voice of that same ghost every night.

He didn’t have to acknowledge how creepy this was, pining over his ex while listening to his show during jobs. Not until a job called him back to Austin, back to his once hometown.

This was going to be awkward.

yeah so jake runs away from home, becomes a gov't agent, then goes into business as an assassin, traveling the world, meeting people, and killing them. he's very much adrift, and still hung up on the things he abandoned and left behind.

when the information tech revolution happens, jake gets a smartphone and does the one thing you should NEVER DO and looks up his ex. dirk is still in Austin, TX, and it turns out his rich daddy bought him a radio station (well, Dave bought the station and thus Dirk can do his nightly music-and-philosophy show). and when jake realizes he can stream this show, he starts doing so. every night. his phone remains synched to the time zone back in Austin just so he can always know when its time.

i had this very very vivid image of jake, just getting out of a really bad job, stealing a car, and parking it in one of those tall, automated parking garages in dubai. as he waits for his pain meds to kick in at 1am, he listens to dirk's show, his phone resting on his chest, listening to dirk talk about obscure music opinions.

(many more details under the cut)

also here's the kicker; i was going to try to uh. voice the segments and embed them in the fic. yeah i know, terrible. here's the only one i previewed, all the way back in 2019. yeah don't laugh at me.

anyway, eventually The Plot kicks off. Jake fucks up a job (i had it in my head he was supposed to assassinate Cronus but accidentally killed Eridan, and the client (Dualscar) was Not Happy). he has to take a high profile job in the US to make amends. it just so happens to be in Austin, TX. What are the fucking odds.

now in the original GPB movie, Dan Akroyd plays this rival assassin who wants to form an Assassin Union and tries to force John Cuscak to join in. that's dated now in 2022, as it was in 2019 when i was plotting this so instead:

as soon as jake lands in the US, his car is tailed. really unsubtly. he finds a secluded spot to pull off too. it turns out good old Janey wants to have a chat. now that Jake has slinked back to the US, she wants to float this idea she has of franchising the murder biz, and she wants Jake to buy in and open one of the franchises under her banner. Jake is like yeah no that seems silly, this is an industry of mentally ill folks with a shitload of guns, we're not exactly the most community-driven of peoples. Jane tells him to reconsider. 8) He should really reconsider. Under her plan, in 5 years there will be no freelance work, it'll ALLLLL be under her umbrella and if Jake knows what's good for him, he'll get in at the ground floor. They part contentiously.

So Jake is SUPPOSED to open up this dossier on his target and get to killing, but. He's back home, and can super casually drive past Dirk's radio station while listening to it. Not creepy at all! Not obsessed and hung up on it! Nope!

He gets caught out eventually, not by Dirk but by Roxy. (Roxy is trans and Jake was the first person she told her cool new name too, and they were super close back in the day.) She is hyped as fuck to see Jake but also like "yo why the fuck are you idling in a rented car outside the job of the dude you stood up so much you left the fucking country, homes?"

it's a mess, and Jake wants to reconnect with people. it's Fucking Hard because he's uuuuuuuuuuh having a midlife crisis? basically? thinking about his life, his job, and all he left behind. meanwhile, jane is trying to do jake's assassination before he can to scope it out from under him and get him into even DEEPER shit with Dualscar, but jake cannot focus on that shit when he finally can see dirk again.

and dirk is. not THRILLED to see him. because Dirk waited and waited and waited, and Jake never came back, and Dirk isn't SAYING he never got over it but. yeah. so Dirk is tsuntsundere at best with jake, but jfc every time they are in a room together they can Feel It, the tension.

All of this is interspersed with more radio segments. one i really liked was Dirk doing a Arctic Monkeys block and having a whole segment about Alex Turner and that thing he said about how he wrote the best album of 2013 ("AM") and how fucking infuriating men like that are, because he's right, obviously, but also what is the poisoned lure of dudes who walk around knowing the effect they have on you? how do you handle them? (he's talking about jake natch) there was a lot of specially curated music that's basically a conversation-by-proxy with jake, i was gonna have a lot of fun there.

anwyay, things come to a head. right as jake is like "okay I'm gonna do this final job and then QUIT and try things with dirk," he opens the dossier he shoulda opened two weeks ago.... and his target is Dave fucking Strider. dumb. fucking. luck.

jake rushes to save dirk's dad from being merced by Jane's team, and does the full john cusack, "Dirk. [murders a guy] I'm in love with you. And I think we can make this work!" action sequence

/JAZZ HANDS

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Scars

Chapter 3: Good Father

Alice woke up to the wonderful smell of eggs and bacon, not even wondering or worried about who the hell was making it, she raced upstairs and sat at the counter "Food," she said.

"Well, it is nice to see you too after you ignored all 36 of my calls," Tony said as he put some eggs on two plates along with bacon Alice didn't say anything

"the silent treatment, okay, I get it I deserve that much" Tony gave her a plate and took a seat next to her. She still didn't say anything.

In the middle of eating, Tony slides her a packet. He usually did this. Giving her a file or packet to tell her what was happening outside. Who was the President or governor, who were the territories, or who on a Grammy who was the new and hotties celebrity why what big disasters or miracles happen? Things she needed to know to not feel like an outsider, even if she'd never been outside. But this packet was different, very, very different, from the others.

" What is this" Alice asked

"file on the avenger and S.H.I.E.L.D. I figured if you're going to live with us, you should know a little about everybody," Tony said casually. It took her a few minutes to process what he had said 

"I...what?" she was confused and a bit scared? She didn't really know why. She just couldn't process it. 

"you'll be moved into the Avengers Tower I already have a room prepared for you. The Team and Happy and Pepper look forward to meeting you officially, but they are and will be the only ones to know about you. Your 'adventures' will be contained to a few floors in the tower unless someone else is there, then you are to stay in your room. You will not leave the tower no matter what you will not leave the tower. Also, the same rules here apply there as well do you understand me same rules." 

"I get to move in with you ... and your friends. I get to have friends," Alice laughed 

"but before all that, you'll have to study this packet and then pack, okay?" Tony said, she started laughing uncontrollably. Tony pulled her into a hug, and her laughter turned to tears as she cried against her chest. It was then that Tony knew he was finally making the right decision.  

After a while Tony left, promising to return tomorrow Alice continued packing boxes, filling her room, and flipping through the packet he left her.

 She learned about Steve Rogers, Aka Captain America, a World War II super soldier frozen in ice only to be unfrozen in the 21 century.  

Bucky Barnes, Aka Winter Soldier, also a soldier from World War II, fell off a train during a mission back in the 1940s lost his left arm in the fall, then was taken brainwashed and memory wiped by an organization called Hydra he was saved a year ago and had slowly been getting his memory back.

Natasha Romanova, Aka Black Widow, a skilled assassin, used to be a part of a Russian program called the Red Room but switched sides, joining an American organization called S.H.I.E.L.D.

Clint Barton, Aka Hawkeye skilled assassin and markmen part of the S.H.I.E.L.D. organization.

Bruce Banner, Aka Hulk a brilliant scientist who turns big and green when angry after a little too much exposure to gamma radiation. Alice had studied several of his books.

Thor Aka...Thor is a god from a different world who controls lightning and carries a hammer.

And Sam Wilson, Aka, probably the most normal person out of the whole team, ex-military but also the owner of Wings made out of lightweight titanium ribbing and Mylar. He was the most recent addition and was mainly a part-timer as he also worked for the airforce. 

And some fancy secret, not so secret anymore, Organization called S.H.I.E.L.D, which is short for  Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, what a mouthful. 

There was more to the packet, but she didn't bother to read the rest. Far too anxious to focus on any more words. 

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, Miss Stark?"

"Do they know about me, the avengers? Are they aware of me?" she asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"They are aware of you, ma'am"

"Do you think they'll like me?" she asked as she anxiously rung her hands. These would be the first people she'd meet outside her family. This would be her first time outside this cell house since childhood. She'd always dreamed about this day but never imagined it would come. And now she didn't know how to feel or what to do. She never dreamed of actually making it past the door. 

"I believe they will adore you, Miss Stark, as I do"

"Sometimes I forget you're not a real person. Thank you, Jarvis"

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Snitching on Yourself

"Sunny."

"Caiatl! It's good to see you!"

"Sheer happenstance," she rumbled, lumbering up behind Freija and Sunny where they sat at an open table, watching a crucible feed.

"I'll be here for a while, this is beginning of yesterday," Freija told Sunny, barely glancing at the empress. "Empress," she said softly, bowing her head but not getting up.

"Your guardian participates in the crucible?" Caiatl asked the ghost as she hovered to join the Empress.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Perhaps in passing." Caiatl lumbered into a darker hallway, out of the main corridors, and ventured a back way to the hangar. Her helm occasionally brushed the ceiling and her pauldrons allowed no passage. "Sheer happenstance brought you to my attention. You are fortunate."

"To have a friend that'll call to me when she sees me? I am," Sunny agreed, bouncing merrily. "I'm glad to see you, too. I hope it's not bad news that brings you to the tower?"

"It is the event," she explained shortly. "Valus Forge regards this ritual as deeply important. I accompanied him to investigate. I like this celebration, so far."

Sunny bobbed merrily around Caiatl's winged helm, pleased.

~

"How are you recovering from your... malady?"

"I'm doing better. Listening to Freija giggle after being blown up is helping. She's always enjoyed the Iron Banner, and I didn't have the heart to tell her no."

Caiatl snorted a laugh. "Would I find her identifiable amongst the many matches?"

"Oh, no, not at all. I mean, she's a little odd, there's a lot of times where she'll just stand in her barricade and annoy people during Fortress, but I doubt she's the only one that does it. We had a real pretty white and red outfit with goat horns for most of it?"

"Nothing remarkable," she agreed.

"How's warfronts?"

"I much prefer my conversations with you to exclude the war fronts."

"Sorry. How's... things?"

Caiatl rumbled an irritated sigh.

Sunny sank to shoulder level. "Ah, so you actually did look for me, at least a little."

"I am fortunate," she agreed. "I worried you and your guardian would still have withdrawn."

"I'm well-loved and well supported," Sunny promised. "Sometimes against my will. Do you want to hear about my digging into my guardian's history? Only you can't tell anyone. Freija doesn't know much, and she's actually mad at me for what she does know, so we're kind of dancing around the rules a little bit."

"What have you learned?"

"Well, she was born on Earth in the Tower, but from what I can glean, she spent more days on the road than inside. Her parents were from the Dreaming City, and they wanted to help."

"This is fairly recent, considering the timeline of your existence."

Sunny dropped two feet. "Eight hundred and fifty years, I searched for someone that hadn't been born yet!"

"Depending on your method, the nine hundred years would have been inevitable. She died young for Awoken."

Sunny dropped a few inches and hovered in a circle. "Assassinated along with most everyone else that didn't marry out of the family."

"Interesting. Royals?"

"Nah. Politics, though."

"Hmph!" She didn't ask further, giving Sunny a side-eye.

It had been so long that she forgot the cue. "Oh! Her parents are the ones I've found stuff about. They eloped and came to Earth to help the humans here. Established routes around the Tower's base, some cartography. It's been... fun, but my research is about to get me into trouble, I think."

"Hmph! Your disregard for boundaries and authority likely lend to this."

"Likely," Sunny agreed sheepishly, swaying low. "I kinda wanna look around on Earth, but I think that might be too close to home. Found out Petra had a crush on her dad, that was funny to think about. Found out that she-- okay, so you know how I told you guardians all hate water? And drowning? I'm not entirely wrong, but I didn't realize that Freija's is way more pronounced than average. First- most guardians don't like swimming, but the helmets can keep them from drowning up to impressive depths, so the fear of water isn't nearly as common as I thought. We never had occasion to get into water deeper than her shoulders, but she really, really hates water. Or any other liquid deep enough to swim in, where she can't touch the ground anymore."

Caiatl rumbled a laugh. "Oh?"

"I don't want to talk too much about her, 'cos I don't want her mad at me for snitching, but she is terrified of swimming. She says it's because she can't swim, but she can, but she doesn't believe me!"

"Swimming is not an activity for panicked minds," Caiatl stated, giving Sunny another sideways look. Even under the helm, she managed to make the expression chastising.

"She won't try!"

"She needs not," Caiatl rumbled.

"Are you defending her?" asked Sunny, bobbing to see Caiatl's face. "Are you really-- isn't your species aquatic? How can you see reason in hydrophobia?!"

Caiatl narrowed her eyes at Sunny and shifted her weight heavily from side to side. "I do not understand your guardian's fear, but I see no reason to force oneself through facing one if they need not. Is there occasion for swimming?"

"Probably not, now that we're done on Titan."

"She could force herself through the situation without truly overcoming the fear?"

"I guess, if you count those fits as pushing though. The missions got done."

"Then I stand firm on my position."

Sunny froze, considering the notion.

"You were telling me about the history of your guardian?" Caiatl reminded her, stumping firmly onward.

"She had a dream! It's happened twice, where she's dreamed pieces of memory! It's fascinating, but I can't talk to anyone about it cos I'm already breaking the rules. But so she had a dream where she--well, her previous sister-- almost drowned. And I think that's led to a phobia in this life."

"That is indeed interesting. I forget to consider a guardian's first life. The guardians seem content to act similarly, as we have discussed. What inspired you to break these rules?"

"You, kinda."

Caiatl's pace faltered and Sunny felt the eyes digging into her. "How so?"

Sunny giggled. "When you asked me about the guardians' memories of their first lives, the first thing you said was that remembering only the last ten years would be an unpleasant lifetime. So I wanted Freija to have a life that didn't have war. But like you also said, there's no such thing. So I wanted to know who.... Honestly, Freija keeps calling herself and Sarah as different people, but from this angle, I'm not sure I didn't just wake up and rename Sarah. But I wanted to know her first life."

"Have you satisfied this urge?"

"I'm getting more and more sure that I'll never be able to," she admitted with an exasperated drop. "I know more about her parents than her. I want the dreams to keep up but she hates them."

Caiatl didn't answer, lumbering ahead silently as she contemplated the middle distance.

"What?"

"Periodically, Sunny, Ghost of Freija, you show a dark side. I enjoy it greatly."

"What?!"

"Wishing nightmares upon your guardian to answer questions," she chortled. "The desire to remove a phobia unnecessarily."

Sunny bounced to and fro in frustration. "It wasn't unnecessary! It is now, but every time we went down there, she kept panicking! And it wasn't even swimming! It was just moving through a liquid! She swears it's a fear of drowning, but her helmet keeps liquid out! And she kept screaming and throwing fits! She was doing so well with her behavior before the methane!

Caiatl rocked her weight back, amused smile in her posture. "You expect much. If rationality could solve it, she would not have the fear at all. Completing the mission in spite of abject terror is admirable."

Caiatl opened the Hangar door, revealing Zavala and two guardians at the doorway, with two Cabal soldiers sheepishly peeking around behind them.

"I stole the empress away!" Sunny sang, surprised to see the waiting entourage. "Sorry!"

"Good afternoon, Sunny," Zavala called cheerfully. "The empress made clear her intention to speak with a friend privately."

Sunny froze in the air and Caiatl chortled. "I appreciate the effort," she rumbled, taking her place between her guards.

Zavala smirked wryly at the ghost. "I do not, and I am taking note of your willingness to lie for a friend." Sunny drooped, but his smile warmed up again. "I expect to see you and your guardian lighting the pyres with the rest of us."

"Yessir!" Sunny chirped, flying in a big loop on her way back to Freija at higher speeds than should have been reasonable.

~

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[amorevolousfaith]

Chapter 1: Curiosities Within The Pride Lands.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader x Slight Elllaria Sand

Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE)

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Explicit language, cannon violence, Decapitation, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, murder, allusions to sex, smut, Dilf energy, Milf energy,

Summery: It doesn’t take a scholar or royal adviser to figure out the invitation the Royal Wedding in Westeros has some underlining conditions. Not that it matters to you or your son, the opportunity to go to a country so far away that impressions wouldn’t do much to your reputations is just too good to pass up. And who better to live that thrill to the fullest than with the Red Viper of Dorne.

I turn my head in all directions, taking in all the new sights of this place called Westeros. “Empress! The banner is in sight!” The commander calls, “At attention men, let's make a good impression.” I chime while sitting straight in my sattle. As the caravan comes up the dirt road the great city of King’s landing comes into view, the city looking near golden in the noon sun.

Upon reaching the goal of the lion and stag banner we are met with three men and a troop behind them. “Greetings my lady, I welcome you to King’s Landing in the King’s name. My lord father, the king’s hand, and the Lannister family welcomes you as well. I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, Master of coin.” The small dwarf man chimes out. “Greetings from Jaenna, your Grace. I am Empress (y/n) of Clan DragKoi.” I smile. “Forgive me your Grace, I did not know you were of royalty. However, I must correct you by saying Your Grace is a title only used to address royalty in this part of the world.” The man informed me kindly. I hum nodding along to what knowledge the man has to offer.

The man glances over the caravan behind me, “Forgive me, again, but I do not see your husband The Emperor.” He addresses, “My Son, The Emperor…” I start turning my head only to let out a sigh. “Mori, my little dragon, please present yourself.” I call out when I notice my son no longer at my side. The party in front of us is startled as my son appears suddenly, his speed unmatched by anything these people could possibly understand. “Forgive him—” I pause, “You may address me as Lord.” Tyrion provides, “Forgive him Lord Tyrion. He acts more of a devoted Shinobi rather than Emperor.” I sigh out.

“And what would a Shinobi be, if you don’t mind my asking?” He questions, “I believe your people have something called the King’s Guard. Warriors who serve the King, correct?” I guess, Tyrion nods, “Shinobi are skilled warriors who serve the throne. Some may even call them assassins.” I quip. Tyrion looks over to Mori, “Your son must be a very skilled ruler then.” He flatters, “I take great pride in him.” I affirm.

“I must once again ask for your forgiveness, your Grace, but we are expecting another party today and they have yet to arrive. My men will gladly escort you to your quarters, I’m sure you’ve had a long journey.” Tyrion prompts, “My, are all the people of Westeros as apologetic as you, Lord Tyrion?” I smirk. “If I were to be honest with you I’m afraid I would ruin ties before they can even be forged.” He answers. I grin at his response, “You can take the caravan, I’d like to see more of Westeros but not unguided by you. I'd like to wait if that's alright.” I chime. “If you so wish, your Grace.” He agrees, “Lovely, My son may choose to do what he pleases, but if I had to guess you shall be staying with the other Shinobi?” I muse over to Mori. Wordlessly he nods his head, “The shinobi will be with me as well as my son, will that cause an issue?” I question the lord. “No, your grace it will not.” Tyrion nods.  

I signal the caravan to follow a small group of men into the city, “And may I have the names of the two men here?” I question. “Ser Bronn of Blackwater a hired hand turned knight and Podrick my squire, your grace.” I hum nodding my head in greetings, “If I may be so forward, your grace?” The Squire asks. “You may,” I allow simply, “What happened to your husband?” He question. A smirk curls to my lips as I see Tyrion cringe, “I killed him.” I muse gently, “I beg your pardon?” The hired hand chokes. “My husband, the Previous Emperor, I killed him,” I repeat simply. “Dare I ask why?” Tyrion questions, “Dare as you may Lord Tyrion, but if you must know he raped our daughter.” I answer coldly. The three men seemed to seal their lips shut, but I’m not done. “So I cut off his head and hung it on the castle walls.” I chime with a smile.

“I assume your daughter is in much better health now that he’s dead.” Tyrion tries to remedy the tense air, “I’d hope she would be.” I hum softly. “I don’t follow,” Tyrion mumbles, “She killed herself out of shame, my people take their honor very seriously Lord Tyrion. There aren’t many ways to repair one’s honor once it’s been tarnished, oftentimes it’s reclaimed through death.” I inform sternly. “How gruesome.” He mutters, “I agree,” I laugh. “But it is the way of my people, it’s not easy to change tradition.” I shrug simply.

“May I ask a question?” I prompt, “Of course your Grace,” Tyrion nods. “Who exactly are we waiting for?” I question, “The people of Dorne your Grace, we are expecting the lords and first prince to arrive very soon.” He answers. “Dorne?” I test, “Sounds lovely,” I smile. “I’m sure they would agree, your Grace.” Tyrion nods. “It seems to me the smart place to meet travelers is in a tavern, that way if one party is late the other can drink ale inside.” The hired hand calls out, “This is the Prince of Dorne we’re waiting for, not one of your sell sword friends.” Tyrion informs. “Mercenaries always do have the simplest solutions,” I chime in with a smile, “Thank you, your grace.” Ser Bronn calls back.

“If he’s so damned important, how come they send you to meet him?” Ser Bronn questions, “There’s bad blood between the Martells of Dorne and Lannisters of Casterly Rock. Has been for years.” the dwarf informs. How peculiar, “And just in case the Martells of Dorne are looking to spill some Lannister blood it might as well be yours, eh?” He quips, “No need for cynicism, I happen to be an accomplished diplomat.” Tyrion chides. “Might I ask why your family sends you, when there are chances of blood?” I question, The hired hand snorts, “Your Grace if I informed you on such matters you would still be here long after the wedding.” The dwarf sighs.

I let out a small hum, “Ah, here we are.” Tyrion announces clapping his hands to gather the other men. I look out to see a caravan of many banners, I didn’t bring the noble houses with me, perhaps I should have. “Can you read the sigils?” Tyrion questions his men, I watch in amusement as the hired hand squints his eyes, “Yellow balls?” He guesses.  A small laugh slips from my lips, “Wild Lemons on a purple field, House Dalt of Lemonwood.” The squire corrects. “A vulture grasping a baby in it’s talons, House Blackmont. A crowned skull, the Manwoodys of Kingsgrave.” He continues to list off, “Boy knows his Dornish houses.” Tyrion complements, “A strong mind is equally important as the steel of a sword.” I smile to the man.

“I need a sigil,” The mercenary chimes in, “and House Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear?” Tyrion questions, “I don’t see it m’lord.” The younger man answers. “That can’t be good.” I chime, “No it is not your Grace.” The dwarf sighs as the caravan of nobles get closer. “Well met, my lords. His Grace King Joffery welcomes you in his name. My lord father, the king’s hand, sends his greetings as well. I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, Master of coin.” Tyrion introduces. There’s a long pause and the caravan turns their attention to me, “Ah, Empress Mother (y/n) and Emperor Mori of clan Dragkoi from Jaenna.” Tyrion quickly introduces. The stoic men quickly cast their eyes over me, Mori squaring his shoulders and holding his head high.

“It’s a pleasure to become known to the land of Dorne, Not many engage with our country so please forgive us if we offend in anyway. We sent our party ahead because I simply couldn’t resist the chance to meet people of such an enticing country.” I spoke smoothly, “Anyone with innocent interests of Dorne is welcome, your Grace.” The leader nods. “Forgive me, I do not see Prince Doran in your company.” Tyrion quickly cuts in, “The prince’s health forces him to remain in Sunspear. He sends his brother, Prince Oberyn, to attend the royal wedding.” The leader informs. I quirk my eyebrow over to Tyrion as he takes a moment to take that in, “Yes, the King will be delighted to enjoy the company of a warrior as renowned as Prince Oberyn at his wedding feast.” Tyrion buffs over, “Will he?” The Dornish man questions doubtfully. “I too would like to meet this warrior,” Mori chimes in, “This is a wedding Mori, we do not start fights.” I remind whimsically. “I’m sure Prince Oberyn would welcome a challenge from a foreign ruler.” The man comments.

“Where is prince Oberyn?” Tyrion questions bluntly, “Arrived before dawn, not a man for welcome parties.” the Dornish man answers. I laugh escapes my lips and I hurry to cover my mouth with the sleeve of my Hanfu. “Forgive me, he sounds like a zestful man.” I wave off, “Believe me your grace, you have no idea.” The dornish man smirks, “How peculiar.” I chime in return. “Very well. My lords, these fine men from the city watch will escort you to your quarters.” Tyrion calls only for the men to start riding past him, “You must be weary after a long journey.” He continues with a dying voice.

“If you don’t mind my asking, who is this Prince Oberyn?” I question softly to the party of three, “Prince Oberyn Martell is the second Prince of Dorne, popularly known as the Red Viper for his mastery of the spear and poison.” The squire informs. “He’s also known for fucking half of Westeros.” Tyrion informs gruffly, a grin curls onto my lips, “How interesting, perhaps you may get your fight after all little dragon.” I muse over to Mori. “With all due respect your Grace, I must insist you follow the others to your quarters.” Tyrion urged, “Don’t be foolish, what better way to see the city than with your entertaining party of three.” I smile.

“So where to now?” The hired sword questions, “We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills someone or several someones.” Tyrion answers. I nick my horse to follow after the men, “My Shinobi are the best finders the world has to offer.” I chime out. “Your shinobi can search a whole city?” Ser Bronn questions, “They can, but if Lord Tyrion may have some information to offer we can find him quicker.” I inform. “Your famous for fucking half of Westeros, you're just arrived in the capital after weeks of bad roads, where would you go?” Tyrion questions sarcastically, I smirk at his tone and takes me a second to realize just who he’s talking to. “Your Grace—” he starts in a panic, I hold my hand up, “yobidasu!” I call.

All at once ten men appear from various places, The three other men jump as they are suddenly surrounded, “I wouldn't.” I chime to the squire and hired hand as they reach for their swords. “Find the Dornish Prince, look in the brothels, and once you find him report back to us, IKU!” I command, at the sound of my final word they were gone, along with my son. “Your Shinobi? Are they for hire?” Tyrion questions, “Not individually, but I do grant liberates to those favor.” I muse. “Noted.” The dwarf nods.

We only just reached the city when Mori appears back on his horse, “Mother, we’ve found him. A brothel runed by a man named little finger, there’s a woman with him, they’ve rented an entire room for the day.” Mori informs, “I know of the brothel he speaks of.” Tyrion calls. “My I was right, quite a zestful man. Good job little dragon, gather back the Shinobi and meet us at the brothel.” I coo sweetly, “Of course mother.” Mori nods before he’s gone again. “Shall we men? I’d hate to get there and find Prince Oberyn too deeply swallowed in his activities.” I muse nicking my horse forward.

Tyrion leads us through the streets where we arrive at the brothel, the squire is so kind as to help me off my horse and dust off the red silk of my Hanfu.  “Your Grace, I beg of you to stay here and wait.” Tryon pleads, “With due respect my lord I think you and I both know I’ll only ever be in this country once in my lifetime. I plan to live it out to its fullest.” I grin stepping up the stairs, careful not to catch the silk of my Hanfu. Tyrion rushes ahead of me and demands the Prince, I watch as we’re guided to the room only to hear a scream. Our small party then hastily made our way in that direction.

“Prince Oberyn, please forgive the intrusion we heard there might be… trouble” Tyrion starts but slowly dies as he enters the room only for a yell to silence him completely. I gasp at the sight of gushing blood from a man’s hand, “You Grace please cover your eyes,” Tyrion warns. A laugh slips past my lips before I could stop it, “I’ve seen much worse Lord Tyrion.” I smirk. “Apologies my love,” the Dornish Prince calls to the Dornish woman in his company, I quirk an eyebrow as they come together, not an inch as space between them as they lock lips. “Your grace, I beg of you.” Tyrion pleads weakly, another laugh vibrates from my throat. “Once again lord Tyrion I’ve seen worse. Although your pleas do make me wonder how very boring Westeros might be if they find shame in such displays of gore and pleasure.” I hum.

“I’m here to welcome you to the capital,” Tyrion calls, an amused huff slips past my lips as I walk further into the room, ignoring the couple as they continue to lock lips. “Ellaria Sand, my Paramor.” the man calls, “Tyrion Lannister, the King's uncle Imp.” He introduces Tyrion. “Who are you? His hired killer?” the Prince mocks, “It started that way aye, but now I’m a knight.” Ser Bronn nods. “How did that come to pass?” The Prince questions, “Killed the right people I guess,” Ser Bronn shrugs, the response pulls another laugh from me as I pour a red liquid into a cup.

“But you, you are foreign, unknown and drinking my wine.” The Prince calls over to me, I look up from my cup. “Is that what you call this? And if I may be so bold, I believe that this would be Lannister wine. I assume right given you spit the name like the venom of the title you possess.” I muse lounging back in a seat, “You’ve never tasted wine?” Tyrion questions. “I’m afraid not, we have something called Rye and Sake where I’m from. A sometimes bitter and clear liquid, but perfect if you want to have a night you’d prefer not to remember.” I quip before taking a sip of this so-called wine. “I must say though, this is quite delightful.” I hum, “You should taste Dorne's wine if you think this piss is delightful.” The Prince scoffs. “If you care to join us—” the man starts, “Prince Oberyn.” Tyrion warns.

I tilt my head to the side with a smirk at the man’s annoyance, “I must warn you to mind your manners.” Tyrion calls. “I’m a Prince, who could she be that requires my manners?” He scoffs, “Prince Oberyn, may I introduce Empress (y/n) of clan Dragkoi from Jaenna.” Tyrion introduces weakly. “If you would like to address me by my full title it's Empress (y/n), The Mother of Blood, The Beheader, The Blue Dragon of Clan Dragkoi.” I recall with a wave, “But I’m in a foreign country so I doubt my titles hold any power, just a warning.” I muse out. “I wouldn’t say that your Grace, by technicality you out rank all of us.” Tyrion informs, “Not true.” I quip with a sigh, “Mori, my little dragon, it’s rude to lurk.” I call out.

The room takes a step back when Mori makes himself known by the window, “May I present my son, Emperor Morizuka, The Great Shadow, The Silent Death, The Black Dragon of Clan Dragkoi.” I introduce. Mori shot me an unamused expression, “Please forgive him, he doesn’t prefer his title.” I smirk.  “Is he the Red Viper?” He questions, jerking his head over to the Dornish Prince, “Mind your manners Mori and ask him yourself.” I hum, taking another sip of my glass. “Are you the Red Viper?” He questions bluntly, I let out a long sigh, however the Dornish Prince smirks. “What would a little dragon possibly want with me?” The Prince questions, I narrow my eyes as Mori’s fingers brush his katana, before he could draw it I flick my wrist and a small blade shoots out from under the sleeve of my Hanfu. It lands in the wall but grazes past Mori's hand, “Mind. Your. Manners.” I warn slowly, the room seems to blink unknowing what just conspired. After a few seconds to catch up it seems the room’s eyes fell back to me as Mori removed his hand from his blade.

“I would apologize Prince Oberyn, but on account of your mocking of my son I will not. Normally I would not allow him to request a duel with foreign leaders, however, should he choose to duel you I will not stop him.” I warn slowly. The Prince looks over to me, eyes plunging black with want, it almost makes me laugh. “Prince Oberyn, may I have a private word?” Tyrion steps in, the prince pauses, “Ellaria, keep our guests occupied yes?” He chimes, flicking his finger between myself and my son. A smirk crawls to my lips as I lock eyes with my son. I don’t acknowledge anyone else until the door slams shut, at the sound my son moves as I stand to my feet, he bolts and throws himself out the window before I can reach halfway across the room.

“Why that dirty little—” I hiss throwing my hands up in frustration, “Your son is a strange boy,” Ellaria comments. “He is, but thank the gods he’s got a pretty face, half decent negotiation skills, and renowned fighting abilities.” I mumble, the woman laughs as I toss myself back down in my chair. “Mmm, I have four daughters and more I’ve claimed as my own, I know what it’s like to have a strange child.” Ellaria nods, “If they look anything like you, I bet they’re beautiful.” I smile. She nods, “They are indeed beautiful.” She agrees. “I had a daughter once.” I chime out, “What happened to her?” Ellaria questions softly, “Raped by the man who made her.” I sneer out, “And that man?” She questions darkly. The question made a sick smirk spread across my lips, “Beheaded and hung on the castle walls until he was nothing but a skull by yours truly. Now it rests above the dungeon entrace serving as a foreshadow of fate.” I chime sweetly.

Ellaira blinks, “So it’s true what they say,” an accented voice calls, I turn my head to see that The Prince has replaced Ser Bronn in the room. “I wouldn’t know, I only arrived mere few hours ago.” I muse. “That you execute the rapists of your country.” Prince Oberyn elaborates, “and will continue to do so until I can no longer swing a sword. Which will be a responsibility I shall then pass on to the new Empress to carry out.” I state firmly.

“I respect that, I have eight girls of my own. Four of them with Ellaria. To know this world has a woman like you to defend others brings a comfort to my heart.” The Prince confesses. “You have eight daughters?” I gasp in wonder, “Yes, they are all very beautiful and close to my heart.” He nods with a soft smile. “As they very well should be! Eight daughters, my, it sounds like such a wonder.” I sigh out blissfully. “I only have my son, and gods bless him he’s hopeless.” I moan out, “Does that have anything to do with the fact that both I and the Imp watched him jump out the window?” He chuckles. "Unfortunately,” I mumble, but then an idea forms in my head, “May I ask a favor of you?” I question.

The Second Prince of Dorne quirks his eyebrow at me as he falls back on the bed with his woman, “My son, Mori, he’s been of age for quite some time now, he’s been emperor just shy of less. I’m afraid he hasn’t found his taste yet, he hasn’t even tried in the very least to amuse me with the idea of finding a lady or a man.” I sigh. “After hearing of your, shall we say accomplishments, I think this is a perfect opportunity to request a bit of assistance.” I laugh, pulling a laugh out from the two as well. “As much as the boy loves me, I doubt he would like to share such things with his mother, so there isn’t much I’m able to do for him. The boy doesn’t have a father, and his mentor is a monk who believes pleasure should only be allowed for the creation of life.” I scoff, the two cringe at the thought of such a man. “Mori and I are more than likely only going to visit this country once in our lifetime, we’re not too worried about our impression on a country a whole sea away. Perhaps you and your lover could offer him some guidance.” I request.

“Are you asking me to help your son fuck or fuck your son?” The prince questions bluntly, “Which ever gives me the best chance at retirement and grandchildren.” I answer honestly. “You are still so young and beautiful, yet you worry about grandchildren?” Ellaria questions, “My time has come and gone, I wasted it on a man I killed and now I must live with that.” I spoke softly. Prince Oberyn scoffs standing from his place on the bed, “You are a young beautiful woman, an Empress no less, there should be no such thing for you.” He murmurs softly, easing his way to stand over me. I smirk up at him, sensing his advances, “Beware of what you seek prince, I keep those I fuck and you seem like to the type to run free.” I whisper up to him yet not at all yielding to the intimidating figure.

“Perhaps Prince Oberyn, I shall occupy your time again soon. Until then I must meet with the rulers of this land, I’m afraid I’ve let my curiosity occupy too much of my time for today. Best of wishes and do enjoy yourselves.” I smile standing from my seat and brushing past the prince. Outside my son is waiting for me along with the squire, both seemingly pouting. “Come now, it’s not becoming of men to pout.” I smile, “Your Grace.” The squire bows. “Lord Tyrion instructed me to be your guide.” He smiles sheepishly. “To our chambers then, please. I’m afraid I have business with royalty tomorrow,” I sigh out. The young squire nods before directing Mori and I to the castle.

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