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poisonedonyx · 3 months

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Azriel x F!Reader | "Apart"

requests are open!!! i also seem to make every character i love a papi, how weird. tw: unedited, angst, cheating, child (4 month old) death, divorce, ooc Azriel(?) wc: 1.7k

It was moments like this that made [YourName] wish her husband didn’t keep her and their daughter a secret, just so she could seek out assistance from friends- friends that had experience with children, but no, she remained in the cabin outside the city with a sobbing daughter in her arms. [YourName] rocked her baby girl, a soft ‘shhh’ escaping her lips trying to comfort her. [YourName] wanted to cry, not only was she shielded away for her safety but her husband was often doing missions for the High Lord and Lady of the court they call home.

A soft ‘it’s okay’ came out of [YourName]’s mouth as she attempted to comfort her daughter once more. The crying little one was red in the face and coughing up a storm when she wasn’t sobbing her little beautiful hazel eyes. She wished her husband was home, but he was also off doing missions for the High Lord and Lady of their court- so she couldn’t just ask for Azriel to come home, he was busy.

That’s what she told herself. She didn’t know what her husband was doing without her around, was he truly working? Was he spending his free time with his found family just in case to throw them off from suspecting he had a wife and daughter? What was so wrong with having a wife and daughter? His found brother had a son and a wife, it wasn’t fair in her eyes to be shielded away. She was fine with it when it was just him and her, but now that it was him, her and their daughter Lynette.

Lynette had finally gone quiet, sniffling to show she was still very much emotional. [YourName] had lived through her pregnancy basically alone in the cabin, but Azriel had returned in time for the birth, but soon after he was once more called back to Rhysand. [YourName] never faltered her High Lord or High Lady for summoning their spymaster for work. But it still stung deep down to know he valued work over her and their daughter. But that was another topic for another time.

This spell of crying and coughing lasted about two more days before things started to fall silent. Eerily silent, [YourName] had grown used to her daughter’s coughing fits or cries for whatever she needed, but now that it was quiet she panicked. She immediately checked on her child and found her breathing in shallow breaths and she had gone even more pale than before. ‘Don’t go to them, it will raise alarms.’ Was what Azriel said when she asked if she could ever seek out her husband’s found family. But those words became distorted when [YourName] had no access to an on sight healer, no husband around, and absolutely no idea what was wrong with her daughter. Now crying, [YourName] shoved her arms through the armholes of her jacket, and covered her daughter up before hitting the streets of Velaris.

She got looks, looks of judgment and looks of worry as she rushed through the streets and knocked on different townhouses to try and find Azriel in one of them. But nothing, it was slowly becoming later and Lynette was starting to shift in and out of sleep. It worried her. She was at the last townhouse and with a weak knock, [YourName] sobbed. She felt hopeless.

She was a new mother with no help, and here she was seeking out the exact people her husband told her to stay away from when she fell pregnant. When the door finally opened to reveal a confused female. The female was slender and had golden brown hair, and to [YourName] she looked like a princess, while to the woman she must have seemed like a mess. “Azriel- I-Is he here?” [YourName] finally mustered out and the woman seemed hesitant to answer the question. “I.. I’m sorry, I’m [YourName], this is Lynette- I need help. I don’t even need to see him, I just need help.” [YourName] explained in a panic, her breaths becoming more rigid as panic started to set into her system. “I see, come, I’ll help.” The slender lady offered, opening the door more for [YourName] to enter the house. “I’m Feyre,” The golden brown haired female offered as she led [YourName] into a hallway of rooms and entered one empty one. “What’s happening?” Feyre asks, “Lynette, she- she’s been crying, coughing, she started not breathing properly.. I just- I don’t know what to do.” the distraught mother says gently, setting her daughter on the bed. Once on the bed, the baby sprawled out. Feyre looked over the baby before calling in a healer and that’s when the news was dropped onto [YourName].

Lynette didn’t have much longer.

After the healer left, Feyre found [YourName] in the rocking chair near the window. She gently rocked her daughter, “How old?” Feyre asked, trying to just create a conversion “Four months..” [YourName] replied before a sob echoed into the room and she held her baby close. “God, and my husband barely knows her.” [YourName] whispered, not expecting Feyre to hear her. “Who is your husband?” Feyre asked, but she was afraid she knew the answer, all [YourName] had to do was look over and look back down at the baby in her arms. “It’s Azriel, isn’t it..?” Feyre asked, [YourName] simply nodded and for once in her life she felt mass amounts of disappointment in Azriel. “I’m so sorry.” Feyre said, for she knew the truth and it seemed as if [YourName] was oblivious to what was happening behind her back. Feyre didn’t want to be the one to break the news to her, but someone had to and before she could, there was a knock at the door.

“Feyre? Rhysand asked to- woah! Random lady and child in the house.” Cassian said, already sensing the bad mood and trying to lift it. Feyre shook her head, “This is [YourName] and Lynette, they need to speak to Azriel.” She explained trying to get the female to her husband so she could at least break the news that their daughter was dying and there was absolutely nothing they could do- at least according to the healer.

“Az? He’s with Elain right now, we all know what's going on.” Cassian chuckled, but Feyre’s face fell into disgust. Not just because Elain was his sister but because Azriel was actively cheating on his grieving wife. “No, Cassian, this is his wife and child, tell him it's urgent.” Feyre said dropping the wife-and-child bomb on Cassian. Cassian simply jutted out his face and gave a look of pure confusion. “I know, I know.” The High Lady said, shaking her head. [YourName] just had to sit there and listen, “He.. found someone else, didn’t he?” [YourName] asks Feyre and in return Feyre says nothing- which just confirms her suspicions. She felt sick, she felt weak, she just bit back the tears and gently drew her thumb against her daughter’s cheek, just trying to seek comfort. She couldn’t win this battle, she should have known once she fell pregnant that things were going to be different- she no longer could provide for him so he sought it out in another woman. Soon, Azriel had walked into the room and his hazel eyes widened in a panic. “[YourName]?” Azriel asked in shock, but before anything could be said. Either it be scolding or worry, [YourName] cut him off, “Lynette is dying, she’s dying and she hardly knows who her father is.” [YourName] announced. Azriel went silent “I’ve had to protect my family-” he said, trying to argue back but all [YourName] did was cry out of frustration. “Azriel, yes, they are your family but so is Lynette. If you truly, truly no longer saw me as a potential match- you should have asked for a divorce the day I announced I was pregnant.” [YourName] scoffed.

“I’ve picked up on the hints, High Lady’s sister? Are.. Are you kidding me?” [YourName] asked “I don’t even fault her for it! She probably has no idea who I am, who Lynette is- because you’re not proud of what we created.” the female pushed on. “It’s not like that-” Azriel had began “Then what the hell is it like!?” [YourName] asked, shoving her husband aside and going to exit the room. Her daughter still cuddled up to her chest.

Feyre, who had exited the room to give Azriel and [YourName] space to talk, watched from the living room with Rhysand. “I would have never thought in my years of living that Azriel would.. Could keep this information from us.” Rhysand said, hearing the door shut loudly signaling [YourName] had left the townhouse. “I need to talk to my sister.” Feyre mumbled, pushing off her husband and heading to find Elain.

It wouldn’t even be a week later that little Lynette passed on and was laid to rest. Azriel had returned home and spent the last few days with Lynette, but nothing could make up for lost time. When the burial had come for the child, [YourName] dressed in black and watched as they lowered the baby-sized coffin into the ground while Azriel stood next to her. After throwing some dirt and flowers into the hole, [YourName] broke down crying when they finally finished. But not once did she lean on to Azriel for support. When the couple returned to the cabin Azriel spoke up, “Feyre and Rhysand asked about-” he began but would be cut off “I want a divorce.” [YourName] said with a coldness to her words. [YourName] didn’t even look in the direction of her soon-to-be ex. “What?” Azriel asked, he couldn’t lose her- not when they both were in mourning, not when Rhysand had dismissed him to properly grieve his daughter, not when they truly needed each other. “I. Want. A. Divorce.” [YourName] repeated, “Don’t you hear the words coming out my mouth? You messed up, I thought you were working but you were sleeping with another woman! You let me take care of our sick daughter alone because you wanted to sleep with someone else. Do you know how fucked that is, Azriel?!” the female said, shaking her head in disappointment. “I will be seeing a lawyer soon about it, and you will be getting papers in the mail, now go. Home.” [YourName] said simply.

The bedroom door slammed and Azrie felt a pit in his stomach start to suffocate him. He had done this, he had messed up, he was the reason they had fallen apart.

#dividers; cozypupluv #a court of thorns and roses x reader #acotar x reader #aziriel x reader #acotar azriel x reader

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theseawakes · 2 years

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I really liked your teen reader moon knight story! I wanted to ask what you think the type of relationship the teen reader would hav Ewing Steven and Jake.

Thank you!!! Here's how imagine they would be

Jake:

We know Jake has the protector role so he would definitely be protective over teen!r, sometimes even much more than Marc and Steven.

He care for you despite how many times he intimidated you. He doesn't want you to be (((emotionally))) close to him seeing he is a dangerous man.

Jake was really scary at first, you first met him after he went ape shit and kill people in a mission so you had your first impressions, but as you get closer to him you realized that he isn't such a violent man he is on the outside.

He gives in to you rather more quickly than the other alters.

"Jake, can you give me a piggyback ride?"

"Aren't you a little bit too old for that?"

"But can I?"

"Sure, hop on."

Definitely sets the "no dating until you're 30" rule, but he would give you dating advices whenever he can.

"Now, Y/N, you should never date someone like that."

"Knowing you, I probably won't be able to date anyone, ever."

You asked him to teach you Spanish and he gladly accepted as his alters don't speak Spanish, which leads to you two having tons of inside jokes because neither Marc nor Steven knows what you were talking about.

He knows the best ice cream in town and would always take you there after a mission or simply a tiring day. He knows your favorite flavor and would bought you it if you weren't able to go there with him.

No one, and I mean, no one could hurt you under his watch.

Steven:

As of Steven, he would show his affection for you whenever he has the chance. He's comfortable being around you and so are you.

He would hold your hand when walking across the street, he would spend his free time with you doing whatever, he would comfort you with comforting words when you seemed down at the slightest. He's just the best.

☆☆☆ late night stargazing ☆☆☆

He has trouble sleeping and you can't sleep before it's late so you two would stay up until one of you fell asleep.

Sometimes you'd discuss a book, a movie, or poetry, anything to stay up.

You'd randomly popped up at the museum and silently judged Steven's co-workers for being rude to him, he tried to tell you that it's okay, but you never really stopped bcs Steven is too precious hashtag Steven Grant protection squad

He would buy you chips!! And chocolates!! And sandwiches!!

You once slept with your head on his lap and he's afraid to move without waking you up.

*Whispering* "Uh... Marc? What should I do?"

"Just get up."

"I can't, I'll wake them up."

*Marc sighed* "Put the pillow under their head as you do so."

"That's a good idea."

One day you almost gave Steven a heart attack when he came back to his flat and found Gus missing. A few moments later you came in with Gus inside a blender in your hand saying, "I took Gus for a walk! :D"

He'd trust you so much with Gus, you and Gus are basically siblings to him, his children that he needs to love and p r o t e c c.

Marc (bonus):

I'm gonna add Marc as a bonus because why not? (plus i think i kinda made him ooc on my last mk fic so let's count this as my attempt in characters study)

He's a jerk to everyone but you (and Layla (and Steven)).

There are times where you wanted to punch him but not even ten minutes later you two would be on good terms again.

*arguing* "I just helped you!"

"Who said I needed any help?!"

"You selfish– I hate you!"

"I hate me too, get in line."

"..."

"... are you okay?"

"No, are you?"

"Not really, can we order pizzas tonight?"

"Of course."

Marc used to be so against of having other people helping him in his business so sometimes he'd still be grumpy about you helping him, but deep down he's actually happy to have someone to count on aside from himself.

Surprisingly good at taking care of you somehow??? Like he shielded you away from his enemies well though it ended when they found out about you but still.

He's a tough guy but you have your ways to get what you want from him.

"Boo! Marc is no fun! Steven > Marc."

"Hey, take that back!"

"Nope unless you agreed to play in the arcade with me."

"... Fine, but only this one time."

He doesn't wanna look like he has a soft spot for you but he does and you teased him relentlessly for that

"Hurry up, Y/N, or I'll leave you!"

"You won't ;)"

"You're right, I won't but just be quick!"

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penguinlop · 3 years

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Yandere Arataki Itto x Reader

/// A Bouquet of Marigolds

Summary:

You and Itto’s relationship was nothing short of perfect. It came to no surprise to the people of Inazuma when you became his fiance. However, as intimacy grows, Itto’s predatory oni instincts begin to consume him.

Warnings: Yandere themes, Stalking, Implied Sexual Content, Implied Dubious Content, Violence, Mentions of Death, Possessive Behavior, Harassment (unwanted flirting by minor characters), Itto being potentially ooc as he isn't out yet

You fell for his boisterous laugh. The way he proudly stood up straight, placed large hands on his hips, and snickered at yet again another silly victory.

To some of the children in Hanamizaka, the unruly oni was an antagonistic bully; to others, he was a companion to play with. But to you, he was like the sun. Blazing and overbearing. His infatuation was unmistakably evident. He was always considerate and never subtle with clumsy affections. The little souvenirs and scribbled letters that littered your room were filled with tales of his daily mischief. Everyone knew that the muscular yokai was the one that brought you dango and sakura blossoms on solitary nights. Everyone knew that beaming days spent with him were never short of toothy grins, warm, calloused hands, and comical poses. He believed himself to be a gallant protagonist, and you, his destined romantic interest. Nothing but blushes and joking slaps arose when you rested your head on his chest, watching how the moon ascended behind Tenshukaku. At this point, official, public proclamations of heartfelt love weren’t necessary. To the people of Inazuma, you were already claimed. It was fitting that you quickly became his betrothed.

You adored fiddling with the amethyst lump choker that he gently clasped a few moons prior. It shields each side of your neck from carnivorous eyes. It will come off on your wedding night and welcome sinking fangs that have been starved for too long.

He seemed so very human to you. In your eyes, not a trace of demon blood corrupted his being. Whenever he bent down, leaned into your embrace, and clenched plush skin, he was constantly mindful of protruding horns and pointy claws.

Perhaps he was too mindful. You shouldn’t have been perplexed when plaguing nightmares full of burning desires, yet miserable heartaches lurked around. You should’ve noticed how hungry eyes stalked you as you strolled around the city blindly believing that he was off dueling with Kujou Sara, challenging Yoimiya, or setting up bug-fighting arenas.

Why didn’t you notice how scarlet markings and eyes became more prominent and sharper day by day?

Some nights he would come home, sticky with sweat. Your fogged, sleepy mind distracted you from the stench of blood that drenched his attire. Another victim was crushed by his lethal club. It was all for the heat of the moment. It was all to nurture his egotistical nature.

Oh, how he wanted nothing more than to put his stained claymore on display, so he could quell any remaining doubts of his power that still festered in you. Itto yearned for you to carefully stand on your tip-toes and cup his face, to gush at his strength, to feed him more unrelenting praises.

“Yes, you keep me so safe, my love. My strong Itto.”

Though often characterized as impatient and spontaneous, as a lover, the towering yokai calmly waited for you to finally make your way to his bedchamber. Rough yet tender hands ghosted over your fecund form. Fluttering eyes, pouting lips, and innocent squeaks satiated him for the time being. But the bloodlust like nagging stabs at the back of his mind remained in his system.

As he took in your form, covered by a thin sheet, he heavily sighed. He promised to himself to never defile your naïve, human spirit. Unfortunately, one autumnal morning he caved into feral impulses.

You were dressed in a honey-colored kimono, patterned with foxes and fans. You twirled your oil-paper umbrella cheerfully as maple leaves swayed and drifted in the cool breeze. Jubilant fall festivities had already begun in the bustling city. More families roamed around, more hawkers lured hungry customers to their delectable treats, more opportunities emerged for the tall man to smugly parade you around. Everyone will know that Arataki Itto has the most graceful, exquisite lover!

A booming chuckle was evoked as you tugged away from his possessive grip, ran across the wooden bridge to the nearest tree, and reached for the falling leaves. The warm colors scattering on rooftops and stone streets matched perfectly with your garment. One landed on your head. To him, it adorned you like a crown. The oni averted his eyes from your charming form and hummed curiously as he heard an elderly woman speak of how she was selling marigolds.

You are already the pinnacle of beauty, but he knew these would make you even more radiant. He just knew you would playfully throw yourself onto him; melodious giggles will bless the ears of onlookers as he will spin you around. His grin widened at the delightful thoughts.

After he purchased the gift and excitedly made his way towards you, the sudden snap of flower stems was heard. A throaty growl stiffened the joyous festivities. Winter came in a second. The trees became barren, every leaf fell to the ground and shivered. The bouquet slipped from his once gripping hands and was trampled by stomping feet. The marigolds never got to experience your sweet smile. Instead, they witnessed how you attempted to shoo away those filthy creatures. His nostrils flared, his fangs bared, his claws protracted. Their vulgar language and dirty hands that rested on your quivering shoulder cloaked him with rage. The man with demon blood rushing through his veins bumped into families and persistent vendors as he made his way to the repugnant scene.

How dare someone lay a finger on what is mine!

He was on the verge of materializing a geo club and slaughtering the men that even dared to have the singular thought of gazing into your lustrous eyes. He knows the crimson streams, a testament of death, will blend in with the red maples.

However, for once, the childish, obnoxious man was silent as he pulled you back into his dominating arms and swept you away from those ogling fools. Still, even then, you were too blind to notice how his horns became piercing daggers, and fiery eyes were no longer simmering embers. It wasn’t until he brashly tossed you onto his bed, ripped the dazzling choker, and had his way with you that you were struck with a horrific realization. The stinging pain of fangs biting and marking, once concealed flesh, was in those haunting nightmares.

Bestial instincts detached the oni from what little humanity he had left.

Your incessant cries of pain and pleasure urged him forward. He huffed guttural promises of never letting you in the presence of another man, never letting you out of his sight, never letting you go.

You will wed him.

You will carry his offspring.

You will make him so utterly human.

Thank you for reading!! ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎*・ﾟ｡

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sparkbeast20 · 2 years

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RED MEANS BLOOD! (First, Second, and Third Brother)

This the third installment of Master and Sins series: Pt1 and Pt2

Summary: While calming him down, you felt like passing out and almost collapse when he caught you in his arms. Right at that moment he knew that you need all your pact to like his. He glance over to his brothers when suddenly four new being enter the building.

Warning: Swearing, Blood, Violence, Gore, Lost limbs, Mention of past *S1-S2*, OOC with a reason, and Aquaphobia (In Levi’s part)

You get to your feet and stumble over to your boyfriend, you try to ignore your vision getting dark, the pain in your chest and the urge to cough just to get to your demon.

But you didn’t make it halfway when you started to cough violently. You bend over with one hand over your mouth while the other is placed over your chest. Before you know it, you start coughing blood and it seeps through your fingers.

You're dying, and there’s nothing you can’t do about it

You fainted, dropped your knees and about to fall forward when a pair of arms caught you before you fell. Then hold you close to their chest.

Your demon lays you down on the ground slowly and examines your body, and lifts your shirt and sees that his pact mark is glowing bright while the others that were visible in your torso aren't; in fact he notices that they seem to be fader.

You need all pact marks to be like his to keep you alive, or else you’ll die. And he’s not going to let that happen.

He glances over to his brothers, the ones who are on their feet, then the ones who are on the ground either pass out or in too much pain to move.

He slowly stood up, he extended his claws/talons before he slowly walked over to his nearest brothers. When suddenly the doors and the remaining windows intact burst open their pieces start flying all over the room.

He quickly uses a shielding spell on you to protect you from the flying debris and broken glass. He senses several strong presence walking into the room, but he wasn’t scared if in fact he was grinning in sick glee. He was waiting for these four beings to come.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon and Solomon walk in and are stunned to see the carnage right in front of them.

Lucifer, Sin of Pride

Diavolo set his sight at his right hand man standing near your unconscious form, with a more demonic form.

“Lucifer… This is quite enough, You and y/n are in an unstable state right now. y/n soul is dying from the summoning. Solomon may have-”

“All they need is to awaken my brothers pact with them” Diavolo was startled by how unnatural and unnerving Lucifer’s voice has become. As he slowly turns to face the four beings.His black-red eyes stare down Diavolo with such mixed emotion, both anger, sadness, and hatred? Clearly the Lucifer he knows and trusted is the being standing before him.

He really doesn’t want to do this.But Diavolo had no choice but to use Lucifer's pledge of loyalty to stop him from further harming anyone else.

Both he and Barbatos felt the demonic energy coming off from him. He didn't see the worried look on his butler’s face to know how this felt like his facing a being as strong as his father. He walked over in front of the three other beings, “Lucifer as your prince! I order you to stand down. Kneel!” Diavolo commanded with such seriousness in the sound of his voice.

Lucifer, hesitant for a moment, thinks he needs to listen. But he doesn’t feel anything. He doesn’t feel the urge to follow. He reaches his left hand up and slowly turns left to right. Which shocked both Diavolo and Barbatos, with the latter shifted into his demon form. Once Lucifer has comformd something. He begins to laugh maniacally so out of his usual laugh to which sends shivers down Asmo’s spine the only brother who isn’t down.Never did he hear Lucifer laugh like that.

“I never imagined this day would come!” He pulls his hand down enough for the four to see the sick twisted fang smirk he has with his eyes has a craze look to them. “My Pledge to you is broken” Diavolo’s eyes widen to hear that, as Barbatos quickly rushes to his master’s side.

Lucifer has finally his freedom back- No he has gained freedom, not bound by his father or Diavolo. Never did he realize that he was restrained to the limitation of both of them. He is now a demon with no restraint. But He can’t enjoy that moment, he needs to get you and his brothers to somewhere safe, he can’t do that with the four in the way. He has to deal with them first.

While Solomon and Simeon ready themselves knowing that Lucifer at that state isn’t going to hold back.

Before Solomon and Simeon can manage to set their spells, Lucifer charges as Barbatos quickly steps in front of Diavolo and takes Lucifer’s full force. Both he and the avatar of pride grab each other's hands, as they clash foreheads. Barbatos stared into Lucifer’s demonic eyes with only sick enjoyment, was he waiting for his chance to fight him and Diavolo?

Or is it just his demonic nature taking over and only perpetuating his deepest darkest desires that have long been dormant within Lucifer.

But Barbatos was taken by surprise when Lucifer took him up, pushed him into the ceiling and into the second floor of the building. Barbatos let go of Lucifer and landed on his feet. And quickly cast his signature chain spell the same one he used on Belphie. And it immediately latches on, shackles Lucifer’s arms and top wings. Then quickly pull him down on the ground in front

Barbatos was about to use a sleep spell, when Lucifer moved quickly, pulled one of his arms enough to break the chain off the ground and he quickly used it to whip forward to Barbatos wrapping it the demon butler’s neck and pulling Barbatos forward to him. He managed to free his other arm and grab Barbatos by the face and slamming him on the ground.

He let go and stepped on Barbatos’ chest and grabbed his right arm. And in a split second ripped off the arm from the socket. Barbatos scream in pain as blood seeps out of the wound.

Lucifer tosses the arm into the hole he made before leaning down and gives Barbatos a good blow to the head knocking him out.

Once he is sure that Barbatos is out cold. Lucifer leaps into the hole and lands next to Barbatos’ severed arm. And Looks at Diavolo with a twisted smile on his face.

Then Solomon starts blasting spell after spell, which Lucifer dodge and make his way to the sorcerer. But Simeon flew in and tackled Lucifer from the side wrapping his arms around Lucifer’s torso but he quickly maneuvered his arm to elbow Simeon’s back which made him let go. Once he felt Simeon's arm was off of him he grabbed the angel’s wing, and whipped him around then tossed him into Solomon crushing into him, because Solomon arm was streched out, when Simeon crushes into him, the angel’s weight broke his arm.

The two were thrown back far and crashed into the wall knocking Simeon, with Solomon groaning in agony as his broken arm was under him.

Once he sees the two are dealt with Lucifer turns his attention to Diavolo, who is already in his demon form with a serious look on his face Barbatos’ blood splatter on Lucifer face.

“It just you and me old friend”

“We don’t have to fight, Lucifer. Remember This isn’t you”

“So want if this my true self, and my loyalty to you was keeping it cage!” The way Lucifer said it, with both calmness and anger in each word. Diavolo can’t tell if Lucifer is lying or not.

“Was-was that pledge the only thing about our friendship?” The hurt in Diavolo’s voice as he said it.

“No, what my loyalty was, our friendship developed from it… However!” Lucifer’s face turns into anger, with his wings spread open, he bares his talons and a demonic aura starts coming off from him. As his voice sounded like two demonic beings are talking, his voice and someone familiar. “YOU ABUSE YOUR RULING, TO ME! I CAN FORGIVE SOME OF THEM. BUT PUTTING MY MASTER’S LIFE ENDANGER BY PUTTING THEM IN THE PAST AND GETTING THEMSELVES KILL BY MY OWN BROTHER, BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO PROVE TO YOU! THEIR HUMAN! IF LILITH DIDN’T SAVE THEM. AND THE RING INCIDENT IF YOU HAVEN’T KEPT IT FROM ME I WOULD HAVE HELP YOU. BUT NO! YOU TRUST SOLOMON TO HELP YOU BUT NOT ME! WHAT CROSS THE LINE, WHEN SOLOMON TOLD THEM TO KILL ME!”

Diavolo didn’t have a second to react, when Lucifer made a dash towards him, digging his talons into his chest pushing him into a wall making a crater. Diavolo screams each time Lucifer slams him into the wall, slowly breaking it and digging his talons further into Diavolo’s flesh with one slam made blood splatter.

Then, quickly grab Lucifer by the shoulder and try to push him away, but Lucifer quickly pulls one hand away then claws Diavolo’s face taking one of his eyes out.

The demon prince screams in pain, giving Lucifer the chance to grab one of his wings and rip it off.

In extreme pain, vision getting dark, and losing blood fast. It all happened so fast, Lucifer flew the two of them up using Diavolo’s body to break through all ten floors of the building before making their way into the sky. Lucifer spins Diavolo a couple of times then tosses him in the air. Then cast darkness to the prince, it shallow him into a black orb. Then with a snap of Lucifer’s fingers. It burst, spitting out a bloody beaten Diavolo. He fell onto the rooftop. Unconscious with his eyes open.

Once he was sure that Diavolo was out for the count, Lucifer drove back to the hole and landed on the first floor.

There he sees Asmo trying to help Solomon, by getting unconscious Simeon off of him.

“Asmodeus, helping won’t help you” Asmo quickly whipped his head towards his brother, body trembling in fear.

“Please Lucifer…”

“Don’t worry my brother. Soon you’ll understand why I am doing this”

Mammon, Sin of Greed

“Oi! You’ll all better leave, before I tear you all limb from limb” Mammon smirks while staring down Diavolo, with Simeon and Solomon surprised to see Mammon manage to take all his brothers, with Belphie the only one conscious kneel beside unconscious Beel.

Barbatos' eyes widened, he couldn't see what he was seeing. The demonic aura coming off of Mammon. Just hovering in the middle, is close to his and Diavolo. He can’t fathom what power he has if he chooses to unleash it.

Barbatos knew that he needed to put a stop to Mammon, before he lost control.

But blood splatter on Barbatos’ face snapped him out of his train of thought, he looked over to where it came from only to see. Mammon made his way to their group and struck Diavolo. Clawing him in the chest. Everything went slowly for Barbatos as his eyes widened to see his master screaming in pain, Mammon smiling in glee, and blood flying from the attack.

How could he let this happen? When everything moved normal, Barbatos quickly shifted to his demon form and immediately moved towards Mammon and Diavolo. With the form, move like lightning and strikes Diavolo one or two times as blood starts to cover Mammon’s face and Diavolo’s chest gets ripped apart.

Mammon seems to have his speed heighten, he just glances over to see barbatos moving towards him. And he quickly flew back far from the butler's reach.

Mammon is up in the air, watches Barbatos tend to Diavolo, he smirks at his work. Diavolo’s chest is littered with deep claw marks and can almost see that most of the skin of Diavolo’s chest is gone, and all he can see is red from the slashes.

Then he moves his sight to Barbatos and something in his mind tells him to take him out. He can’t describe this feeling, the feeling of if he kills Barbatos then he'll finally be seen as someone to be feared. Just the thought awakens something within Mammon, something angry…

All the centuries of not being taken seriously all just finally came from the surface, the desire of making all who saw him as nothing more than a scumbag. But if he kills Barbatos, the demon that is the most powerful among all the demons, who is feared, and respected. Then. He’ll show. Show them all who should be the greatest.

Barbatos hovers his hands over Diavolo’s chest, as blood seeps out of the slashes, as Diavolo is breathing heavily on the verge of passing out from blood loss. Barbatos can’t believe that this all happened in under a minute.

“Young master! Stay with- G’AH!!” All the sudden someone pulled Barbatos away by his tail, flying him around and slamming him into the walls head first over and over. At one point he felt and heard his skull crack in the ten slam, knocking him out.

Mammon was about to slam Barbatos one more time, when Solomon quickly acted quickly and threw an attack spell to Mammon, but the demon sensed it. And easily dodge it, he turns his head and growls to see him and Simeon coming after him. He quickly tosses an unconscious Barbatos towards Diavolo, who was laying on the floor pass out for blood loss.

Simeon pulled out his wings and flew up and started chasing Mammon as he started casting spells at him, but Mammon wasn't going to let a backstabber get the better of him. He whistles for his crows to start attacking Simeon, swooping down, start pecking and clawing into the angel. Simeon tries to fight them hovering in one place, giving Mammon the chance to turn around and fly towards Simeon at full speed, using his talons. He slices Simeon’s wing and hand clean off, killing some of his birds in the charge.

The angel screams in pain as he quickly descends down, Mammon grins in sickly joy to see the brothers who didn’t fall with them are falling right in front of him.

All that Solomon can do is watch as Simeon crashes in the ground, followed by his severed hand and wing which falls on the angel’s back.

“What did I just witness! It-It all happens so fast. I can barely keep up”

That all Solomon can think, he can’t even believe that this all happened in two minutes. He just manages to cast a spell to only see Simeon on the floor screaming in pain. Both Diavolo and Barbatos pass out.

The demon brothers are either awake or pass out as well with Belphie being the only one standing, but his tending to his twin. And you are slowly dying under protection.

Solomon is stunned in fear and confusion, then something sharp wraps around his neck. He darts to see Mammon’s demonic eyes staring into his. “Ya know… I've been waiting to kill ya ever since you ask them to kill Lucifer. Yer lucky that Simeon saved your ass with Lucifer’s ring! Otherwise I kill ya right then and there” Mammon slowly tighten his grip digging his talons into Solomon’s neck “You can’t truly die, But I can torture ya all I.WANT” The last part was with to voices one is Mammon and the other Solomon quiet not remember who it belongs to. But he had heard it before.

Mammon just starts dragging Solomon by the knees and towards Belphie, who is preoccupied with Beel and Satan. As they are heading over to the three demons Mammon spoke “That’s going to be after you help me finish something”

Leviathan, Sin of Envy

Leviathan stood up straight and stared down the four beings who just entered the building, he knew that he was going to fight Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon. But he set his sights on the angel standing beside them.

Then a memory resurfaces in Leviathan, the image of Michael pushing on the edge of the cliff, with Raphael looking at him with anger, and Simeon just looking away can’t even look him in the eye, as he falls…

That moment will haunt Leviathan for the rest of his life. The fact that Simeon thinks that he could just waltz back into their lives. And not apologies for what happened back during after the war.

Leviathan had to watch Lucifer and Mammon fall, his own brother. The faces of betrayal on their faces as Leviathan watches Lucifer and Mammon get pushed by Michael and Raphael.

And Simeon just stood there, letting this all happen. No, Leviathan will not ignore these feelings anymore. Simeon will pay but first he has to deal with the three other beings with the angel.

So Leviathan quickly cast an environment spell, which made where he was standing and the four into a water cage, with no one getting in from the outside. Or anyone else to leave, except for him.

Barbatos didn’t waste any time and shifted into his demon form. “Even if you and Lord Diavolo shift, It won’t do you any good.” Leviathan spoke sternly as he conjured a whirlpool around him “I have no biff you three, only Simeon” Leviathan narrowed his eyes and flicked his fork tongue aggressively. Simeon eyes widen, as he feels the rage coming off of Leviathan. As he takes a step back, the other three make their move and charge towards Leviathan, with Diavolo shift into his demon while charging.

Leviathan gritted his teeth and clicked his tongue in annoyance, he snapped his fingers to make a whirlpool around the three beings, but Solomon used a cancel spell to break it. Immediately Leviathan jumped and landed in the middle of the three he licked his claws and proceeded to claw both Barbatos and Diavolo on their necks, and Solomon managed to cast a spell to get out of the now weakening whirlpool.

Diavolo was about to fly out of the ring of water, when suddenly he felt numb throughout his body and moved, he immediately fell on his side. Barbatos saw and was about to help when he too felt the numbness then he figured that Leviathan uses his paralyzing venom in his saliva. He can move; he just drops to his knees as he and Diavolo groan in agony.as the whirlpool starts spinning stronger again.

Solomon was shocked to see that the spell didn’t completely cancel the spell that Leviathan cast. He was about to do the spell again, when he was being strangled by Leviathan’s tail and hoisted up.

Leviathan turned Solomon to face him, he flicked his tongue at the human, and tasted that his soul was tinted. “I see that Mammon was right for once, you can’t be human… well not anymore” Solomon took that as an insult and used what strength to raise his left hand and cast a lightning spell directly into Leviathan’s face, shocking him, making him scream in pain.

However Solomon doesn’t know why but he feels like life is being drained, he spell didn’t last lost and dies, Solomon gasps and eyes widen to see Leviathan anger. “Good thing humans aren’t lizards” he mutters and quickly leans in and bites hard into Solomon's arm and blood starts to come out, just like that Leviathan pulled back and ripped Solomon’s arm right from the elbow joint. Solomon’s blood covered both he and Leviathan.

Once done, Leviathan whips his tail and tosses Solomon to the whirlpool as both Diavolo and Barbatos are sinking into the water.

Then he turns his attention to Simeon, who blasts him with a light spell. Blinded him temporally “Leviathan I won’t let you get away to what you have done”

“Says the backstabber!” Leviathan’s voice got deeper, and sounded like voices clashing between him and an unknown one.

Simeon was taken aback, giving Leviathan to the water beneath Simeon grabbing his legs, the angel felt it and pulled out his wings and began to fly up.

Still withdrawing from the spell, Leviathan tries to focus his vision back. Once he has his vision he sees Simeon is fighting against the hold of his water spell.

Leviathan smirks, seeing that Simeon is preoccupied and takes his chance and runs towards the jump up, he quickly extends his claws strike at Simeon, slicing one of his wings clean off.

Simeon screamed and with his wing to keep him up float, he fell into the water on his side, he felt numb all over his body, as he slowly sinks into the water. He looks up to see Leviathan crouch down next to him, with a blank emotionless face and tilt his a lizard. “Now I feel what I felt when I fell into the ocean, separated from my brothers. Only this time you won’t change into a demon and survive!” Leviathan stood up and began to walk out of the water grave he made of the four beings and set his sights on Mammon who was trying to walk Lucifer up.

It is time to leave and awaken the other pact to save your life.

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so glad you opened requests again! can I request an avengers x reader who has huge white wings ,but doesn't know how to fly ..maybe they found her in a hydra base locked in a cage, scarred and frightened and they took her in. thank you 💞

Hey Darling! Thank you sooo much for sending in a request and for being so patient! I really love this idea and I'll try my best to give it justice it deserves. I really hope you enjoy it ! Love you !

Alate

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Pairing: Avengers x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Reader is traumatised, ANGSTY AF, Overprotective Bucky, OOC Stephen, Avenger Loki (I just love him OKAY !), Floof

Summary: “Man must rise above the Earth—to the top of the atmosphere and beyond—for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives.”– Socrates

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Alate; having wings or lifted up in flight.

Soaring she moved like the wind would. As if even the winged gods and angels followed her path. Legs dangling she watched the lit up city beneath her, recalling her past.

It had been a regular enough mission. Ambush, Steal Information and destroy base. Natasha, Scott, Steve, Wanda, Loki and Tony moved as the rest directed them through the ear piece in their ear. Scott had managed to break in first through the main door of the warehouse with Wanda following suit. Loki got Tony and Steve in through the back and Nat, well, she slithered in from the top. Then came the problem. The files weren't in the fucking warehouse but at least 30 Hydra Agents were. But then again it never was a big deal when you had even half a handful of superheroes and a villian turned vigilante inside together. 10 minutes and half were either dead or barely alive. Just when they were about to leave Tony noticed the basement. Scott was made to go first since he wouldn't be noticed by anyone. And he definately did not expect to see what he saw.

"I don't like this. Nope."

"What the hell are you talking about Lang ?"

"Get in here !"

"No you tell us what is going on !"

"THEY'VE KEPT THIS GIRL PRISIONER AND HER STATE DOES NOT LOOK GOOD. WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR BULLSHIT ONE OF YOU GET HER OUT !"

"...........Stark blast the door open..........."

"Don't have to say more Capsicle"

There was a boom and the lead door fell open, almost squashing Scott who yelled a 'watch it' before sizing up.

What they saw was what Peter would say ‘Does not pass the vibe check’

It was a metal box. Only the front covered with bulletproof glass, that was covered with perspiration and probably high amounts of dust. Chains made of lead bound her limbs. Her mouth was muzzled, hair matted, bruises and cuts everywhere, cloth covered something protruding from her back and it looked like it hurt. She cowered into a corner of the box, glaring at the newcomers, visibly terrified as her body trembled.

“What kind of -”

“Sick bastard ? Demon Spawn ?”, Tony continued for Natasha.

“We need to get her out of here”, Loki said grimacing at the way she was being treated.

“She won’t come with us voluntarily.....When, Pietro and I were being controlled by Hydra....We complied so we were never tied down like that.....But the stronger, dangerous ones are.....abused.....Brainwashing probably didn’t work on her....so they may have subdued her and she probably won’t react well to us....”, Wanda said. She felt sick to her stomach at the girl’s state. Old memories came rushing through.

Nat agreed, trying to figure out how to get the other out. They all stood there silently wracking their brains as Bucky and Sam who had stood guarding the outside came in because the others were taking too long.

“ We need to leave they probably called for back-”, Bucky stopped to look in the direction of the cell, “Y/N ??”, he looked shocked as he moved to touch the glass seperating the two. The girl desperately tried to shuffle near to him, struggling with the chains holding her in place. It almost looked like he had forgotten about anyone or anything as he tried to break the glass holding her in. Loki helped in a way too. He somehow unlocked all the chains and the muzzle with his magic. The cloth from her back came loose and there was a bright light blinding everyone for a second. They were wings.....The whitest anyone had ever seen.

The ride in the quinjet was a rather troublesome one. Y/N would hiss at anyone who even tried to mildly interact with her, flinching everytime someone moved and clinging onto Bucky’s arm as she buried her head into his chest. Everthing scared her. The machines, the people, every single thing.

Bucky looked at her in pity.He was angry that he could never get her out of that hellhole. He was angry at himself. You see, Y/N was kidnapped and brought in by Hydra at the mere age of 10. She met Bucky for the first time at the mere age of 16.

She was one of those who didn’t listen. One of those cases where a brainwashed Soldat was thrown into their cell to discipline them. But she was also one of them whom he refused to bring himself to harm even in that state. She had helped him once. When he was badly injured as he was thrown into her cell . She had looked past her fear and wrapped a scrapped part of her dust ridden gown around his hand. That was the last he had seen of her. He had thought they got rid of her.

Nat had tried. To make the girl at least glance at her. She finally succeeded on offering her food. It made Nat feel a weird kind of warmth something she hadn’t felt ever.

By the time they reached headquarters Y/N had familiarised herself or at least tried to with everyone. Wanda had helped her in and out of the shower. Nat had brought her clothes. Loki kept apparating and magic-ing stuff to amuse her. Satisfied with a smug look on his face when she let out a soft gasp of excitement.

Next part was the difficult bit. Equipment everywhere. It recalled the girl of enough horridness. Steve had hesitated and asked if a full health checkup was necessary immediately and it turned out that it was. But Bruce was gentle. At that moment Y/N wondered if such gentleness had ever existed and if it did, why hadn’t she gotten a nibble of it.

Tony had stopped Peter and Thor from attacking the girl with their golden retriever personalities as he constanly kept inquiring to F.R.I.D.A.Y about her origin. Scott and Sam had bickered making Y/N giggle as she sat by Loki and Bucky. For the first time in her life she felt at peace.

Stephen Strange met Y/N a month after her rescue all after winning a bickering contest with Tony when the rest of the Avengers suggested it in the first place saying that ‘It’s not only unfair to him considering his position in the team but he can also help her.’

See the thing is that Y/N didn’t know her true potential and the irony is that even with wings she had no idea how the fuck to fly.

Stephen liked her. Wong did too. She was quiet and spoke only when necessary but there was kindness and fascination in her eyes. She had tried her hand in sorcery and she was learning. Fast though not as fast as Stephen it was surprising.

Her wings were heavy It was understandable why she didn’t try flying. But Stephen tried. Oh how he did and though embarassingly for him he had also asked the others for assistance but it never seemed to work.

Y/N had felt what the meaning of being called an Avenger for the very first time and that it was filled with loss and pain. She had looked around her as she threw the magical golden whip at the enemy. Nat was limping. Steve struggled. Peter was down on his knees. A pack of little screams had alerted her as she looked to see a set of civilians at whom guns were being cocked at. She had leapt. Without thing of the consequences as Bucky had yelled a painful no. She lept right in front of the group,Her wings shielding them when she heard the shots go off. She waited for the pain but she felt nothing but little jerks. The battle had turned silent. Everyone had stopped to look and take in what had had happened. Her wings had ricochetted evey single bullet. Hitting them backing into the ones who had fired them in the first place. And for the first time that she had flapped them she felt herself lift off the ground as the shone a blinding white.

Y/N recalls Sundays. The days when everyone sat together at Stark Towers as they lean on Y/N’s wings watching movies peacefully with occasional perks of laughter.

Shimmering gold and green flashed beside her as she sat recalling on top of the building. A hand placing a book by Socrates in her hand. “They’re waiting and I’m tired of being pestered. Come on, let’s go”,he snarked earning a giggle.

She finally knew what the quote meant. She was lucky to be Alate.

--The End --

Finally done! I am so sorry for delaying all the requests I’m really going through a very important and stressful phase of my life. (One which practically determines my future). Thank you so much for being patient and I really hope you will enjoy this fic! Feedback is appreciated and please like, reblog and comment if you like my work to support me! I have made changes in my fic request list so do check it out! Please do not plagarise my work!

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Scars and Marks

Summary: You know who your soulmate is. Only problem. He has a girlfriend with the same mark as you. The school festival is going to change all that. Not that you know that just yet.

A/N: I have no idea where I was going with this. Let me know if you want a part two to this. I might write it anyway. How do I title?

TW: Reader is slapped. Narcissistic behavior. Bakugou is a little OOC. Thought of cutting a mark off skin. Implied mental health issues. If I missed something, please let me know.

Here’s a link to the song I used for this. I don’t own the song, the lyrics, or anything about it.

You stared at the mark on your back in the mirror, frowning at it.

The Soul Mark had been black when it had first appeared when you were ten, but now it was almost gray. It was fading, and fast, but that was okay, it meant Bakugou was happier with her.

“Hey! (Y/F/N), we’re gonna play a game of Never Have I Ever, wanna join us?” Denki asked when you walked into the common room, practically vibrating next to Hitoshi.

“Um, sure, why not?” you murmured, sitting next to Eijirou, leaning on him a little.

“Hey! Bakubro! Do you wanna play Never Have I Ever with us?” Eijirou asked, making you jump a little bit. He was so loud!

“Why would I wanna do that?”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?” you teased, making him run red.

“I won’t lose!” he shouted, storming over to the circle, plopping down on your other side.

You continued to lean on Eiji, letting the warmth he radiated keep you from sharing too much.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” Mina asked, devilish grin.

“Guess I will,” you offered. “Never have I ever punched someone in a a public setting.”

Denki, Hitoshi, Eiji, Bakugou, and the other boys all took a shot of sparkling cider, the closest thing they could get to alcohol as second years.

“We’re going clockwise right?” Mina asked.

“That makes the most sense,” Hitoshi muttered.

“I guess Bakugou is next,” Eiji said.

“Never have I ever accidentally used glitter instead of laundry detergent,” he said, glaring at Denki.

“I was high!” he defended, making everyone laugh.

Hitoshi gave his soulmate a small grin, something soft that reminded you of what you didn’t have.

You winced, looking away, burying yourself in Eiji’s side, letting him shield you.

“Never have I ever wanted to drink bleach out of a wine glass,” Uraraka said, glaring at you.

“If this were alcohol, I would think that you would be trying to get me drunk,” you told her, taking a shot.

People gave you some worried looks and you rolled your eyes. “I also wanted to pitch myself in front of a car. Seventh and eighth grade sucked for me. Izuku took a shot too you know!”

“Yeah, but that’s cause Bakugou was an ass when he was younger,” Denki said.

“You say that like he isn’t one now,” you said, wrinkling your nose teasingly.

“What did you say?” Bakugou snarled, turning to you.

“Is she wrong though?” Hitoshi asked, shooting you a look.

“No,” he grumbled, making you chuckle.

“I always knew you liked me Bakugou,” you teased, making him huff.

And so the game went, and it only had to pause once so you could throw Mineta out the window with Hanta’s tape, since he had somehow managed to sneak onto campus.

“I can see why you guys replaced him with me,” Hitoshi muttered when you sat down next to Eiji again.

“Never have I ever gotten rejected by my soulmate,” Kyouka said and you winced, taking a shot. “Oh, (Y/F/N), I’m so sorry! I forgot-”

“Kyouka, it’s fine,” you assured her trying to ignore the stares that you were getting from everyone else.

“Who the fuck would reject you?” Bakugou snapped, breaking the tense silence that had enveloped the group.

You, you thought miserably.

You and Bakugou weren’t friends, but you were friends with the other Bakusquad members. He tolerated you, but you had never spent any one-on-one time with your soulmate in the two years you had been going to school with him.

“(Y/F/N), why didn’t you tell us?” Denki asked, looking hurt.

“For one thing, I wasn’t technically rejected,” you admitted, toying with your hair, leaning further into Eiji. “I have my mark and everything still, even though it’s wicked faded, since they don’t really know what I am to them. It’s a really long story. Point is, I never told them, and they’re happier without me. I’m not what they want, and that’s okay, I like what we have now.”

“They don’t know? Then how do you know they’re happier without you?” Denki asked.

“Because they’re with someone else.”

Everyone fell silent, even the other people in the common room.

“How are you okay with that?” Izuku asked quietly, clutching Shouto’s hand tightly.

“I knew from the moment I met them that I wasn’t going to be it for them, you know? They were confident, and proud, and I just . . . wasn’t.” You glared down at your hands like they held the answers to your issues.

“At first I thought we had one of those unbalanced bonds, but then we went in for the provisional licensing exams and they met someone with the same mark. I saw them together and then I realized something. We didn’t have an unbalanced bond. We didn’t have a bond at all!”

You smiled softly.

“It made me happy, actually, not having to worry about it anymore. I mean, sure, I cried my eyes out for three days afterwards, but that kinda just faded away. They were happy, and I finally knew that I was romantically unlovable. I mean, I had always assumed, but it was good to know for sure, you know? I didn’t have to worry about whether it would be a problem or not.

“I saw her mark you know, when they showed her off for the first time,” you murmured. “It was the same as mine, and yet the way he looked at her, like she was the best thing to ever happen to him . . . I knew I had made the right decision to never tell him. I knew the moment I met her that I was never going to be that girl that tried to steal him.

“I wasn’t going to make him miserable by telling him, making him overthink the ‘what ifs?’. I wasn’t going to make him decide between the two of us. One, I knew who he would pick. And two, I knew that even if he didn’t pick me, he would think about what it would’ve been like.

“Besides, I love him, I wasn’t going to make his dream harder by being a part of his life.” You shrugged, then realized how much you had just talked.

Mina, Uraraka, Izuku, Kyouka, and Eiji were crying, Shouto was giving you an undetermined look, and for once, Bakugou was silent.

You also realized how much you had given away with your story.

“Guys, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad!” you said, waving your hands. “Why are you guys crying?”

Izuku launched himself at you, wrapping you in a hug. “Yo-You aren’t unlovable (Y/F/N)! Wh-Why would yo-you ever think-think that?” he sobbed.

“I mean, am I wrong? Have you guys seen me? I’m not exactly soulmate material.”

“Shut up!” Bakugou shouted, standing suddenly.

You looked up at him, curling around Izuku on instinct. You knew they didn’t have the best history, and while you trusted Bakugou not to hurt him under normal circumstances, he seemed pretty pissed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled, pulling you up by the back of your shirt, making Izuku drop to the ground.

“Bakugou, calm down,” Eiji tried, also standing.

“I don’t get what you’re asking me,” you admitted as he set you down on your feet, smoothing out your shirt.

“Why the fuck are you so hard on yourself you idiot?”

“Because everyone else is too nice to tell me what I’m doing wrong. I have to be hard on myself because if I’m not, then no one will be.”

You stared into his crimson eyes, as they stared back into your own (Y/E/C) eyes. It was a battle of wills.

“I’m fine with who I am, I know who I am, not many people can say that. I know that my soulmate is happy, and I know that no matter what happens, I’m not ending his life.”

Then a question popped into your head.

“Why the fuck do you even care, Bakugou? We’re not even friends.”

“(Y/F/N), who told you that you and Bakugou weren’t friends?” Denki asked, standing up.

“I mean, I thought it was obvious,” you admitted, not breaking eye contact. He had beautiful eyes, they were the first thing you had noticed about him other than his shitty attitude.

He continued to stare you down, almost like he was searching your eyes for something.

“I can feel the sexual tension,” Shouto muttered, and Bakugou flushed.

“What the fuck did you just say you bastard? I have a fucking girlfriend,” Bakugou snarled, breaking the eye contact to turn to Shouto, who looked as stoic as ever.

You rolled your eyes, that small pang of pain deep in your stomach throbbing as you turned away from him.

Soon that would fade too, you told yourself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The festival was coming up again, and you were really looking forward to it. Mina was teaching you how to dance, Kyouka was coming up with new lyrics, and taking song suggestions.

On cleaning day you agreed to do a lot of the work so the others could do their thing.

“Try to tear us apart, but know that we’ll wear our scars,” you sang, throwing the trash outside. “Excuses, excuses that’s all that I hear, all that I see when I look in the mirror, I can’t escape all these thoughts in my head, they’re waiting to haunt me night after night, I feel it in my bones, and everything I know, it’s underneath my skin and it won’t let go-”

You stopped when you saw most of the class standing by the door, staring at you.

“H-How long have you guys been standing there?” you asked, cheeks heating as they stared at you.

“Hey, (Y/F/N), can I ask you something?” Kyouka asked.

“Shoot,” you muttered.

“Do you wanna be lead vocals?” Kyouka inquired.

“I don’t wanna take your spot though!” you told her, waving your hands.

“What’s that song, (Y/F/N)?” she replied.

“Um, Scars, by I Prevail. Why?”

“I love that song!” she cried, taking your hands in yours. “Will you do it? Please?”

“I mean, do you really want me to?” you inquired, watching her face.

“Yes!” the entire class shouted, making you jump back.

“I-I guess it wouldn’t be too much,” you agreed, fidgeting with your fingers. Singing wasn’t something you normally did in front of other people. It was the one small escape that you had been able to hold onto after you all had to move into the dorms.

Not many people even knew you could sing, you did it alone in your room.

“How well do you know that song?” Kyouka asked you as you walked back into the school dorms.

“Like the back of my hand,” you admitted. “I’ve been listening to it since I was twelve.”

“So if we randomly played the song you would be able to sing to it? Even the vocal changes?”

“Without a doubt, I was going to enter a talent show, but I chickened out because I sounded terrible. I’m surprised you guys liked it.”

“I don’t like to agree with Bakugou on much, but I agree with him on the fact that you’re too hard on yourself,” Shouto said, looking at you.

“Yeah (Y/F/N), you sounded amazing! How did you keep that from us?” Izuku asked, making you smile.

“I mean, I never thought I was good, but I hum sometimes,” you said, heading to the kitchen to finish up the dishes.

“Well, feel free to sing around the dorms, you sound really good!” Denki shouted.

“Thanks Denks,” you replied.

And so it went, you sang Scars around the dorms until everyone knew the lyrics, which was good for the backup singers.

You even caught Bakugou humming it to himself on the way to class one day. Though he was one of the back up singers since he could manipulate his voice the right way, so it was expected.

You had known Bakugou was your soulmate during the U.A entrance exams, he’d had his tattoo uncovered for the world to see, and you had known who he was immediately upon seeing it.

But while you had been working up the courage to tell him, you had seen what he was like.

He was everything you weren’t, and you had made your decision then and there that you weren’t going to tell him what you were.

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“Momo, I have a small request,” you admitted to her. “The straps on this are a little tight, and I think it would look better without them.”

“Oh, you’re right! I’ll have that fixed in a jiffy!” she assured you, taking the dress you were going to wear for the performance.

You didn’t tend to like strapless dresses, you thought that they were a little sketchy, but you wanted to look good, and the straps cut into your skin something fierce.

Momo had it finished the day of the performance, and you barely had time to make sure it fit before it was your turn to perform.

When the lights came on they blinded you, but then the music started and you smiled, stepping out onto stage.

Your voice started out softly as you say the first line, “Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars.”

You let the music flow through your body, letting the beat vibrate through your blood as the routine made your body move on instinct.

Bakugou moved with you, and you two fell into a similar routine as you moved around the stage, dodging the people on instruments, just like the practice runs.

“Excuses, excuses are all that I hear All I can see when I look in the mirror I can't escape all these thoughts in my mind They're waiting to haunt me night after night I feel it in my bones, and everything I know It's underneath my skin, and it won't let go They know me all too well, but only time will tell If this is who I am, do I know myself?”

For the first time since the entrance exams, you forgot that Bakugou wasn’t yours. You forgot that were doomed to be alone for the rest of your life.

“Don't forget your life's your own, don't ever let it go.”

You thought of the people in your class that were making their life theirs. Of Shouto, who had never really known his family. Of Izuku, who was doing this because of him mom. Of Uraraka, who was trying to repay her parents. You let the emotions guide your voice through the lyrics.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You thought of all the scars you had seen. Izuku’s from saving people and proving himself. Of Shouto, who would never forget how or why he had his. Of the new scars on you from training and pushing yourself. Of the mental scars that Bakugou would carry.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars, wear our scars.”

You thought of how people were slowly accepting their scars. How Izuku looked at his and saw the saved lives, the leaps and bounds of progress he had made. Of Shouto, who was proving that he wasn’t his father. Of Bakugou, who was learning that he couldn’t keep being an ass. And what did you think when you looked at your scars?

“Denial, denial is all that I've known Holding me hostage, I'm never alone Fighting for air, I'll fight to survive My soul's not for sale, I won't pay the price I feel it in my bones, and everything I know It's underneath my skin, but I won't let go.”

You had seen a lot of heroes that forgot what it was to be a hero. You had promised yourself that you weren’t going to be one of them. You had promised everyone you had saved that you were going to be a hero they could be proud of.

“Don't forget your life's your own, don't ever let it go.”

You were going to cling to your life, even if your soulmate was in love with someone else. You may not have had a soulmate that wanted you back, but maybe you could be friends. You could be okay with that.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You knew who you were. You knew what you were going to be. Now the only thing you had to do was prove that you were serious about it.

Scars weren’t something to be ashamed of. Stretch marks showed growth, they told the story from childhood to adulthood, of changes made. Pregnancy stretch marks showed growth of a child, the purest thing in the world, untainted by society. Scars showed where you had been, they told your story.

“You can cut us up, but we will survive You had your chance, now it's our time to stand up and rise We will survive Right now, the tables turn We're gonna scream it out loud and let our voices be heard.”

You were part of a new generation of heroes, heroes who knew what it meant to be a hero. They knew how to learn from the mistakes of others. They knew what they were risking. They what they wanted to do.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You and Bakugou were synced as the song started to end, only a few verses left. Your time with him was ending, and you let your voice be dictated by the emotions singing through your very being.

His eyes met yours as the final verse started, and you saw yourself reflected in his eyes, a version of yourself that you had only dreamed of. You saw the sweat formed from moving around each other so much. You saw the glow from the lights, the makeup, the joy of being on stage, of doing something you loved. You wonder if he had always looked at you like that, or if you’re emotions were just high because of what you were doing.

“I feel it in my bones, and everything I know I feel it in my bones, I feel it, I feel it I feel it in my heart when it all turns to dark Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars.”

There was a moment of silence as the echo died, when the last note faded, where it was just you and the others, the joy of accomplishment before the crowd erupted into a shout of happiness.

“Thank you all for coming!” you shouted into the mic, over the noise of the crowd, stepping away from Bakugou and the others, bowing.

Someone tossed a rose up to you and you smiled, taking it before backing up to the others, helping them clear the stage so the next act could take over.

“So, (Y/F/N), when were you going to tell us that Bakugou was your soulmate?” Eiji asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“That black mark on your back is a Soul Mark, and it’s the same as Kacchan’s,” Izuku said.

“What? It’s black? You’re sure?” you asked, running to the nearest mirror.

“Of course it’s black,” Denki said. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because the last time I looked at it two weeks ago, it looked like this,” you replied, pulling up a photo of it on your phone. “It shouldn’t look like this.”

The pale gray made everyone wince and flinch towards their respective soulmates.

“It shouldn’t look like this,” you repeated, trying to get a good look at it.

“You didn’t tell me.”

You flinched as you caught a glimpse of Bakugou in the mirror.

“I already told my story,” you told him, turning away from the mirror to look at him.

There was some emotion on his face that you had never seen before.

“Katsuki!” his girlfriend cried, throwing herself into his arms.

You backed away, hoping to be able to get away from the awkward situation, but then he spoke up.

“You didn’t tell me our Soul Marks matched!” he yelled, practically tossing his girlfriend to the side.

“What?” she snapped, looking bewildered.

“It’s nothing,” you assured her, holding your hands up.

“It sounds like you’re trying to steal my soulmate,” she snarled.

“I’m not. If I was I would’ve told him the moment I found out we were soulmates. He’s happy with you,” you told her with a shrug, turning away.

“You aren’t going anywhere until you talk to me,” Bakugou shouted, running to latch onto your wrist.

“Bakugou, let me go. I’m not going to be a homewrecker. I’m not making you miserable.”

“I’m already miserable,” he snapped, then glanced back at his girlfriend.

“Oh shit,” someone muttered.

“You know what?” you snapped. “Fine, fine, if you wanna have this conversation now, whatever. But I’m moving this somewhere private.”

You ripped your wrist out of his grip, storming back to the dorms.

“Will someone explain why this nobody is trying to steal my man?” his girlfriend asked, her eyes blazing.

“I’m not trying to steal your man,” you told her. “He just saw the mark and freaked out about it.”

“I ‘freaked out about it’ because you’re my soulmate and you never told me!” he shouted.

“But Katsuki, I’m the one with the mark,” his girlfriend protested, positioning herself between him and you. “Are you sure hers isn’t a fake? She might be trying to trick you.”

“It’s the real thing, this is what it looked like a few weeks ago,” you said, showing her the photo.

“Pity then.”

“Do you want to touch it? Call in a fucking expert?” you snapped, loosing your patience with her.

“Shut up,” Bakugou snarled to her, then turned to you. “Explain this to me, (Y/F/N), because I can’t figure it out.”

As you re-explained everything, his girlfriend scoffed, rolling her eyes.

She clearly didn’t buy it.

“Likely sob story,” she said, baring her teeth at you. “I’m the only one that’s worthy of Katsuki. And he’s the only one worthy of me. You’re nobody.”

“I know that I’m nobody,” you snapped at her, wincing at your own tone of voice. “That’s why I never planned on telling him!”

“Never?” Bakugou asked, voice quieter than you had ever heard it.

“Never,” you repeated.

The joy from earlier was gone, replaced only by stress, a bone deep tired, and the deep ache in your stomach as you stood there.

“I deserve to have the future number one hero!” his girlfriend yelled, some inner leash she had kept on herself snapping. “I deserve to have him all to myself! The whole reason I stole your mark in the first place was to have the best! If he questions everything this easily then I deserve better!”

You flinched as she took those few steps to slap you, your head rearing back in shock.

“What do you mean you stole my mark?” you asked, hand cupping your cheek.

“I was behind you at the entrance exams,” she snarled, a wild gleam in her eyes. “I could see the mark peeking out of your costume and figured out who Katsuki was to you. So I stole your mark.”

“How? Soul Marks are one of a kind, unique to your soulmate,” you reminded her.

“It’s my quirk,” she snapped, like it should’ve been obvious.

“Her quirk is a lot like Toga’s,” Bakugou explained, moving to step between the two of you. “She can copy an appearance if she touches the original person.”

You stared at the girl in front of you. She had seemed so sincere when you had first met her, so . . . perfect.

“I think it’s time you left,” Hitoshi said, appearing behind her.

“What did you say to me?” she asked.

“I think it’s time you left.”

“Villain,” she hissed.

“Hey, you can’t talk to him like that. He’s more of a hero than you’ll ever be,” you shouted, getting in her face, your cheek still stinging from where she had hit you.

“What did you call me?” Hitoshi asked.

“A vil-”

Her voice died as she was brought under his control.

“Go to Aizawa, explain in detail what you did to both Bakugou and (Y/F/N), and tell the truth. Don’t touch either of them ever again,” he ordered, sending her away.

“Are you guys okay?” Denki asked, running over with the others.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I’m so sorry.”

Before anyone could get to you, you were inside the building, running for your room.

Tonight was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be something everyone enjoyed together.

You ignored the calls of your name, ignored the footsteps of the person following you.

You slammed your door, unzipping the dress, throwing as far away from yourself as you could, throwing on a the biggest shirt you had, then the biggest hoodie. You felt the need to cover everything.

For the first time in your life, you wanted to skin the mark off your shoulder blade. You wanted to take a knife and rip the mark off.

“(Y/F/N), can we come in?” Izuku asked, tapping on your door lightly.

“No,” you called, curling up on your bed, tears streaming down your face.

“(Y/F/N), are you okay?” Shouto inquired.

“No.”

You headed for the only mirror in your room, washing the makeup off.

“Go away guys!” you yelled when someone else knocked on your door. “I’m not okay and I just need to be alone.”

“I need to talk to you,” Bakugou said, barely loud enough for you to hear him.

“Why? I’m sorry I pretty much ruined your relationship, but you were the one that wanted to talk to me about it!”

“Please, just let me in,” he begged.

You sighed, not bothering to stop the tears as you opened your door.

“I’m sorry she hit you,” he murmured, touching your face lightly. “I didn’t know she was like that.”

“It’s not your fault. I should’ve made sure the mark was actually gone before I made changes to the dress.”

“You were really never going to tell me?”

He was different. He had changed since your first year, but this was different than even second year Bakugou.

He seemed hurt by the fact that you weren’t going to tell him. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Look, we’re soulmates? So what? You can walk away right now Bakugou and I won’t say anything. I . . . I don’t want to make you miserable. I just . . . if you’re happy, that’s good enough for me.”

“What if you make me happy?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t make-”

“You do make me happy,” he interrupted. “Do you think that . . . do you think it’s possible for me to make you happy?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I spent so long avoiding you that I just assumed I would make you feel frustrated.”

“Frustrated?”

“Does crestfallen work better? Depressed? Malcontent perhaps.”

“I never felt anything with her,” he blurted. “I thought that might change with time but . . . she never made me laugh. My mother hated her from the minute I brought her home. I think my mom would like you.”

This was dangerous ground.

No. This was honesty.

“Your mom is important to you, isn’t she?” you asked, sitting on your bed, scooting back until your back hit the headboard. You gestured for him to sit with you, and he sat at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall.

He nodded, glancing at you.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“Alright, how about this?” you started. “Next time we get a chance, you take me to meet your parents and if they like me we give this a shot. If not, we walk away, no hard feelings.”

He nodded again, watching you.

“Alright.”

“So you were really never gonna tell me.”

“Bakugou!”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader soulmates #katsuki x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #angst #misunderstandings #bnha x reader #my hero academia

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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This Dance Of Ours

Another Witcher fic, but I believe I got it out of my system (for now) so I can turn my focus back on my Marvel WIP's 😂. Still getting a feel for writing in this fandom so I apologize for any OOC.

Geralt woke up with a start. The feeling of wrong nagging at him as he sat up and looked around the small campsite. Roach stamped the ground in her unease and the Witcher could smell the metallic tang of human blood hanging in the air. If that wasn't alarming enough, Geralt finally realized what had been missing. A heartbeat.

A quick glance to the bedroll nearby confirmed his suspicions when he found it empty.

"Jaskier?" Geralt calls out.

It wasn't unusual for the bard to respond to the call of nature in the middle of the night, but considering Roach was uncharacteristically restless, Geralt knew something was wrong. Jaskier's lute was still strapped to Roach's saddle as well so it wasn't like the bard took off without a word. Geralt was always aware of his surroundings, even while he meditated or slept, but maybe it was because he was used to movement from Jaskier that it didn't disturb him. He got to his feet and walked over to Roach to calm her with a pet to her flank and then tried looking around the immediate vicinity. It was the night of a new moon so the forest was nearly pitch black, even for Geralt, so he had to assume that Jaskier didn't go far. If he couldn't see the campfire on a night like this, he wouldn't go any farther.

The stench of blood was also worrisome.

"I'll find him." Geralt says to his horse as he digs through the saddle bags for some potions and strips of cloth.

With another pat, Geralt grabs his swords, drinks one of his Cat potions, and follows the smell of blood as the elixir takes effect. He was better able to see when it did, so he was also able to catch more than one set of footprints just outside the radius of the campfire. He found blood as well. As he followed the tracks and the periodic drops of blood, Geralt wondered in the back of his mind how he hadn't heard Jaskier being attacked. Had he gone so long without adequate rest that he fell into a deeper sleep than he normally did?

Did Jaskier even get to call out for help?

Geralt didn't get a chance to think much more about it because the tracks led him to a cave that was poorly lit and narrow. He could hear voices from within, but as he silently walked in and made his way through the passage, he had yet to hear Jaskier. He was hoping it was either because the bard had somehow gotten away or he was here and unconscious.

Unfortunately, neither ended up being true when the passage opened up into a large chamber and Geralt carefully peeked around the corner to assess the situation. Normally, he would have strode in with his usual confidence but if Jaskier was there, whoever took him might use the bard as a human shield. His quick glance revealed that Jaskier was in the cavern, and that the guilty party for his kidnapping were bandits...the smell of blood was stronger than ever as well.

"You said he would come!" One of the bandits snarls.

"He will." Another bites back.

"Not before he bleeds out!" The first says while motioning to Jaskier's unmoving body.

Geralt decided it was best to step into the cavern if Jaskier's life was in jeopardy, and did so while drawing his sword. "You have something of mine."

He had counted five bandits while he listened to them argue amongst themselves, and they all turned to face him. Before anyone could utter another word, the Witcher scrunches his nose in disgust when the smell of urine overpowers the smell of Jaskier's blood. He looks at the bandit on the far right and regards him with a raised eyebrow when he finds the very obvious wet patch in his breeches. Bandits were notorious for being courageous in a foolhardy way, but this one clearly missed the memo.

"Don't worry. You'll be free of your embarrassment soon enough." Geralt growls out.

The Cat potion tended to make him look a little feral so Geralt wasn't too surprised. A lot of people would run screaming if they saw him like this. All but the bard that is.

"Give us everything of value you own and we'll let the bard go." The leader bargains and Geralt glares at him.

"I don't make deals with bandits."

"Then we'll take it off your corpse!"

Geralt dodged the arrow shot at him and focused on getting closer to Jaskier. The bard wasn't in shackles, or even in a cage, but he was alarmingly pale and barely conscious. It was no wonder they didn't bother. Jaskier was in no condition to move, let alone run, and there was a small puddle of blood beneath his leg where he was no doubt shot with an arrow. The situation only served to further anger Geralt and he used his Aard sign to send a blast at the group of bandits once he circled them out of Jaskier's range. He dealt with each bandit that got up and ran at him in preparation of their own attack but didn't get a chance to land and they were all dead within moments.

It was pathetic.

"...alt…"

Geralt sheaths his sword and looks back at Jaskier before rushing to his side and dropping to his knees beside him. He carefully lifts the bard's face to look at his eyes and ignores Jaskier reaching out to grab the front of Geralt's tunic. He hadn't even bothered putting his armor on in his haste to find Jaskier. Just some bandages that he started to wrap around the bard's wound. Fortunately it looked like the arrow missed anything fatal and would heal once Geralt got the bleeding to stop and Jaskier got some rest.

"Jaskier, what happened?"

"Got shot in the leg with a fucking arrow. That's what happened." Jaskier mumbles and looks up into Geralt's eyes as the Witcher binds his leg. "You look feral...like it…" he continues to mumble. "Makes me feel safe--OW!"

Geralt ties off the bandage. "It doesn't look like you're going into shock like I originally thought."

"No. Just hurts." He answers and groans when Geralt pulls him to his feet and wraps one of his arms around him. "As much as I enjoy our little excursions, being shot and then asked questions later isn't ideal. I told them they were wasting their time because you wouldn't come for little old me…"

Geralt let Jaskier ramble despite the fact that he was wrong. While the bard was always talking, somehow he knew this time it was to distract Jaskier from the pain. He figured he didn't need to deny Jaskier's assumption anyway since Geralt clearly did come to his aid, and instead led the way back to camp. With the bard's injury, they would have to find somewhere with a proper bed to stay so Jaskier could rest and recuperate, but the nearest town was a day's ride.

"Sorry."

Jaskier's sudden apology nearly made Geralt stumble in surprise, but he managed to keep his feet and finish the walk to the campsite. He silently helps Jaskier sit down against a tree before moving about to pack up their bedrolls and stash them in Roach's saddle bags, who look more relaxed now that Jaskier was safe.

"What are you doing?" The bard asks. "Going after the basilisk? I'll be alright here-"

"Jaskier." Geralt sighs heavily and the bard falls quiet as he walks over to help him back to his feet and over to Roach. "Come on."

"What? You mean on Roach? Oh, okay!" Jaskier yelps when Geralt helps him mount the horse. He looked even more surprised when Geralt mounted behind him after extinguishing the campfire. "Why are you…?"

"If you pass out, it'll be easier to keep you on the horse this way." Geralt grunts out.

"That...makes sense. Now that you mention it, I am a little tired." Jaskier admits.

Geralt hums and urges Roach forward, quickly finding the road and taking it toward the next town. Jaskier continued his rambling for the next half hour before his talking turned into mumbling and he started to nod off, but instead of falling forward like Geralt expected him to, his head lulled back. Jaskier's body followed, and Geralt soon found himself with the younger man resting against him and fast asleep. He did have to keep the bard from falling sideways at least once, and kept his arms somewhat rigid to keep Jaskier in place as he continued toward town.

Geralt wasn't uncomfortable with the situation like he thought he would be (and was prepared to be), but he was definitely concerned. He found himself looking down at Jaskier's leg more often than not to check the bleeding, but even if that had been easy in the beginning, it proved almost impossible once the effects of his elixir finally wore off. Even with his enhanced vision, there was only so much he could see on a night like this.

Makes me feel safe.

Jaskier's earlier words suddenly came to mind and Geralt's first thought was that the bard was insane. He had seen his reflection before after taking that specific potion and he knew it was a terrifying sight, but Jaskier...saw things in a different light. While most ran from him in fear, Jaskier ran toward him. Without fear and for protection and safety...and Geralt provided that. He couldn't help it after the younger man stepped right into his personal space, made himself comfortable, and wormed his way into Geralt's heart. Now he couldn't imagine life without Jaskier in it. Which was why he was insistent on finding even the smallest hamlet with a tavern or an inn.

As if destiny heard his wish, Geralt came upon a small town an hour later...if it could even be called a town. But it had a tavern and he rode up to it without hesitation and dismounted carefully so he wouldn't knock Jaskier off before he was ready. Geralt made sure he wasn't in danger of falling off the saddle while he went inside to ask for a room, and pet Roach.

"Steady. Don't let him fall." He tells her before heading inside and over to the barkeeper. "I need a room. Is there a healer here?"

"One is supposed to pass through in the morning." The barkeeper says as he hands Geralt the key after the Witcher pays.

Geralt nods and goes back outside, fortunately finding Jaskier as he left him, and carefully pulls him down. Since the bard was in no position to pull his weight, Geralt hefted him into his arms and carried him inside and up into the room, ignoring the curious glances directed at him. It was probably quite the sight to see a Witcher carry someone, whether they were injured or not, and Geralt wouldn't be surprised if it caused suspicion. Hopefully nothing would come of it, and they would be undisturbed.

He changed Jaskier's bandages once he laid him on one side of the bed, and when he was finished and washed his hands clean of blood, he looked at the other side of the bed. His attempt at proper sleep was disturbed and he was starting to get desperate for a good night's sleep before there was another djinn incident. When he thought about how Jaskier might react if he woke up to see Geralt sharing the bed with him, he sighed because he knew the younger man wouldn't mind. In fact, he would praise the decision and say something along the lines of "See? There's nothing wrong with the occasional indulgence of comfort."

That had been what drove Geralt to kick off his boots and collapse heavily onto the other side of the bed with a sigh. Jaskier had already seen the best and the worst of him so this was nothing in comparison. He'd be more careful about staying aware of Jaskier's condition though. He wouldn't let anything happen to him while he had anything to do about it.

~~~~

Jaskier woke to the feeling of his trousers being removed and rather than panic immediately, he first looked to see who the culprit was. He definitely wasn't expecting it to be Geralt though.

"As flattered as I am, could you hold off until I'm in considerably less pain before you try...what was it you said? Hide your sausage in my pantry?" Jaskier says and Geralt looks at him for a long moment before smacking the bard's uninjured leg.

"I need to clean your wound. Shut up and behave." Geralt growls.

Well that certainly wasn't the response Jaskier was expecting. He thought Geralt would glare at him and toss him off the bed for being a pest. But since he had reacted like this, it made Jaskier very curious about what was going on in the older man's head.

"Ow. Way to hit a man while he's down." Jaskier complains.

"How's the pain?"

"Not as bad I suppose. It just throbs." Jaskier sits up and watches Geralt wrap his leg in fresh bandages. "Geralt? Have you slept?"

"Yes. Now lay back down." He replies and pushes Jaskier down. "The healer said you need to rest and drink that." He points at the cup sitting on the table by Jaskier. "It should help with the pain and stave off infection."

Jaskier sits up again just enough to grab the cup and swallow the contents before coughing at the bitter and foul taste. "Oh gods, it's like drinking the guts of a rancid fish."

"It is rancid fish."

"Wh-What?!" Jaskier gawks at Geralt and he huffs when he finds amusement in his eyes. "Oh yes, very funny, pick on the bedridden bard. See if I help you next time you get hurt!"

"Rest. I'll bring food."

"Bread, cheese, grapes, and ale?" Jaskier asks hopefully.

"Stew and apple juice."

"Really Geralt. I'm not a child." Jaskier bemoans as he lays down and stares at the ceiling. "At least make it grape juice."

"You'll get whatever I bring you." Geralt grunts.

Geralt throws a blanket over Jaskier before he stands up and leaves the room. The fact that the older man was showing such gentleness was a surprise to Jaskier. Not just with the blanket, but how he had tended to his wounds. He was so gentle that the younger man was just now processing that his hands had been big and warm...and that Geralt had applied a soothing salve. It only made Jaskier wonder if maybe the Witcher would always be that gentle with him. No matter the reason for the touch. Especially with the jest he made earlier.

And then there was what Geralt had said last night. You have something of mine.

No matter how much Jaskier told himself not to look too much into it, he couldn't help the giddy feeling welling up in his chest. He prided himself in being one of the very few people that knew Geralt well, and he knew the older man wouldn't say something like that just because. In fact, he would go out of his way to deny any sort of friendship with Jaskier. But what he said? It was intimate.

When Geralt returned with their food, he held out the tankard. "Don't say I never do anything for you."

"I would never."

Jaskier took a swig of his juice, fully expecting apple, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was grape.

He's a big softie.

#geralt of rivia #geraskier #jaskier #ficlet #the witcher

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horrorisunknowntoyou · 3 years

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The God's Children : Loki x reader

|Angst w/ happy ending. Also Loki is ooc oof.

You never in a million years thought you would be in this situation but you were used to it by now. You were simply a witch with two young children raising them all alone by the country side away from the city. Long ago you used to be an avenger fighting along side them those past years but after having kids and the whole Thanos situation you simply decided to retire from it early on. You still practiced your skills but what mattered more was taking care of your children, even though it hurted knowing their father isn't in their life anymore. He died...one of the most awful but stupidest way you wished he wasn't such an idiot.....Sometimes the others will pay you a visit sometimes , giving you supplies or gifts to your kids.

But these past days it's been lonely and quite depressing, remembering the old times and being in love. It hurted so much , sometimes shedding tears as you did task. But lately you been noticing a man in beige looking at you from a distance with what looks like thor with them? You didn't question it with too many task on hand to do and having a mischievous kid .

You would teach you oldest child how to farm and look for wild grown plants. As your youngest was in a carrier wrapped around your back you would teach them magic. Or how to do simple task sometimes just playing with them happily.

One evening you were cleaning up after your oldest as he was playing earlier and fell asleep on the couch. There was a knocking on the door, startled and confused why you simply walked over to see Thor and.....Loki? You screamed in surprised and shut the door hyperventilating as your child woke up in panic to the scream. Unsure whether to open it or not , until eventually opening it slightly to thor trying to make 'loki' come back.

"Loki! Loki! She doesn't hate you, she's just startled come back!" Thor faces you once Loki steadily walks back. "Uh miss l/n I apologize to bother you and I know this not good time but this is Loki. The other one not...not the one we know of. "

Staring at him , he looked so young, he had his shirt hair when he was captured by shield. He wasn't broken by the years yet, as you stared at him quietly your oldest walk infront of you in a protective manner, with dagger in hand. Loki's dagger to be precise, you gently put his hand down. "It's okay. Sorry he's protective of me....you should come in. " Gently picking up the boy and setting him down at the couch. As the two males sat on the dinning room table.

"so....Loki...what brings you to me?"

He stared at me , signing " I wanted to know my relationship with you, old me I supposed?" You quietly stood there " well...you were my husband and those two are your kids, old you died and never got to see them...well one he didn't know of the other one. " Loki stood there in shock " my wife?! I got married? I died? How did this happen? What happened to me?"

Thor place his hand on his shoulder "Thanos killed you, you did everything in your power to save her, keep her hidden . And you did but in the cost of your own life. "

"it's okay" you softly spoke as Loki lashed out " no! It's not okay! Your a widow now, with two kids, a single mother and I had no clue! I just....I'm sorry...I'm sorry old me couldn't help you.. I know Im not him and I will never be him. But I want to help you. I don't want them to be fatherless. Please y/n"

You stood there unsure " yes, I know you'll never be the Loki I know of...and yes I'm not okay, but I'm willing to try again and take small steps with you."

"small steps, together...okay?"

"okay"

#loki x reader fluff #loki (marvel)#loki x reader #loki friggason #loki fanfic #loki odinson

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sphinxsmuses-archived · 3 years

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ooc: Alternate Verses/AUs for some of the Muses:

Fire Emblem Three Houses Diana: Diana’s mother is a noble knight of Faerghus, retired now after having a child, her father a Monk who used to be an adventurer. Diana would hear stories from both about serving the kingdom and seeing the world. Though adventuring around the world seemed fun, she decided to strive towards a path of being like her mother. At first she trained under her when young, then when old enough was accepted into the Academy under the Blue Lions house.

Knowing Dimitri is the heir to the throne, Diana tends to sway to training her hardest to impress him since she is aiming to be a knight of his someday once she graduates. Her hardworking and studious nature has some students frowning upon her, thinking her an overachiever, while others admire her.

Tsareena Gijinka Iyumi: (A Pokemon Gijinka version of Iyumi where she is a Tsareena. Prissy and can seem stuck up but is actually willing to help others. If you’re charming and caring, her personality flips and she becomes a lot more friendly and adoring.)

Genshin Impact Iyumi: Iyumi is a Electro Fatui mage on the prowl for someone cute she can call hers. To most she acts vicious and snobby, ready to electrocute them should they get on her nerves. But should she find the someone she wants, she becomes more adoring and flirty, chasing after them until she can have them. Which can turn into an aggressive chase should the other not want her.

Iyumi is a talented Fatui mage from Snezhnaya, obeying the Tsaritsa though sometimes goes off on her own in search of someone to play with and be her lover should they catch her interest. However her aggressive behavior and the fact that she is a Fatui has scared multiple people off, making her a bit hot tempered and grumpy towards others.

Pokemon Sword/Shield Diana: Diana is a trainer from the Galar region, aiming to become champion and quite strong already. Because of her knight themed team, she’s been called Lady Paladin by random trainers. Her team consists of Aegislash, Sirfetch’d, Escavalier, Bisharp, Gallade, and Ninetails.

She is friendly but serious in battle and can seem stuck up. But she loves her Pokemon and is loyal to them and her friends, willing to throw herself in a fight to protect someone.

One Piece Xia: Xia started off on an island of rich folk and snobs. She was given everything she could have asked for except one thing. Freedom. Her parents were terrified of the outside world, even of some of their own neighbors thinking they would try something drastic to get their fortune. She was kept inside for the most part, couldn’t make friends, could barely even set foot outside. It drove her crazy. She could take care of herself! Nothing would harm her. She tried every way she could to break free of the cage she was in. And then, she finally saw her chance when a pirate crew came to her shores.

The crew fell for her charms and looks and made her captain, blinded by their lust for her. Though she had never been a pirate or captain, she led them on one mission, to simply go place to place and have the fun she could never have when she was held like a captive bird back home. Knowing how easily her small crew succumbed to her wishes made her decide to branch out and use it more against others. Obtained the Inu Inu no Mii: Fox Model fruit on her travels.

One Piece Kyana: Kyatana or Kyana as she prefers to be called lived in a humble town. Days were peaceful, all thanks to the Marines. Or so she was told by her parents. She listened to stories of famous Marines and saw them as heroes, desiring strongly to be one. She read as many books about them as she could, trained herself to at least wield a sword, and anxiously waited for herself to be old enough to join. Then the time came and she was recruited as a bright eyed rookie with dreams of becoming legendary and famous.

Demon Iyumi: A demon AU for Iyumi where she is a demon princess wanting to find her king and become a queen! Though her stuck up, snobbish attitude tends to scare away others. However, if she has interest in you, her personality switches and she’ll be nice and adoring towards you, possibly even flirty. Though watch out, when she sets her eyes on someone she wants, she’ll do anything to get them. Also has a Disgaea verse where she is a wannabe Overlord!

Goddess of Darkness Iyumi and Goddess of Light Miyuki: Twin goddesses with not only polar powers but polar personalities. Iyumi is a snob and a bit of a brat, seeing herself as above all others (especially mortals) though secretly wants to find someone to love (and dominate over) and has a secret soft side as well. Miyuki is sweet and kind and has a very sympathetic heart, willing to help any mortals she comes across that are in trouble. Though she is also quite gullible and naive. The two bicker at times but try to work with each other.

Angel Miyuki: Miyuki or Miyu is a young angel of heaven. She watches over humans with great curiosity but also a sense of duty to protect them. She is quite interested in the mortal world and wishes to visit it one day. Though she is no warrior, she wishes to use her healing abilities to help anyone in need. Miyu cares a lot for all living things and sympathizes easily with others’ struggles, even demons and fallen angels. The innocent angel only wishes to help whoever in need in whatever way she can. Face claim: Nasse from Platinum End

Fairy Miyuki/Miyu: Miyu is a friendly fairy that lives in the forest. Since people who come there sometimes get lost, if she finds anyone with such a case, she tries to help them in any way she can to find their way out and be happy. She feels sorry for them and also as someone who was born in the forest, finds it her duty to help those who don’t know the area well. Miyu is however naive and desires to help everyone even if they might have hidden intentions, and is rather innocent in nature. She could never hurt anyone even if they were to try and hurt her.

Fate Series Emilia: Emilia is from a family that has some mages, but none of them have participated in the Holy Grail Wars. When she was born, they decided she would be the first to participate once she was sixteen. It sent her family into a feud, some saying that she was much too young to join the Holy Wars, others saying she would be old enough to handle it.

Her family is counting on her to summon a strong Servant like Saber and carry their wish on her shoulders, a wish to make their family famous with a name that will go down in history. But Emilia decided on another wish. Realizing how deadly the Holy War was, she decided on the wish to never have it happen again so no one else would be forced to participate like herself.

Final Fantasy 15 Diana: Diana grew up wanting to become a knight like her mother, her father a black mage she met on her travels. She was granted her wish when she showed great prowess in sword fighting and magic and was determined to do anything to protect her country. When trouble was heard brewing from the kingdom of Insomnia, Diana decided to start her journey as a knight early despite not being officially recognized as one and is traveling with her family friend turned her guardian, a moogle named Vico. Now she helps whoever is suffering under the empire and hopes to meet the prince one day to help him as well.

Club Singer/Information Broker Xia: Set in a time of gangsters like Al Capone, Xia is a infamous club singer, beautiful and willing to sell information she gathers from the patrons there for good amounts of money. She may be willing to pull other favors as well if there is something interesting for her to gain.

Villain Kyana: Kyana is a villain, her parents both villains but are rather comical about it. She is as well, coming up with catch phrases, monologues, and nicknames for the heroes who go against her. She never murders or kidnaps anyone, rather steals jewels or other cliche villain things.

#ooc #alt verses #aus for my muses #sorry for the huge pics #couldn't seem to shrink them without ruining quality

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ashbournerp · 3 years

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From the ashes, rises Bineta Mbaye (Anna Diop FC), The Protector, Duchess of Stone Garden. Penned by Lian

Wow! We are absolutely in awe of our Duchess of Sacred Wood. The way you depicted her family’s rule, as well as the nuances of the Sacred Wood’s place amidst the Kingdom of Ashbourne is so down-to-Earth and true to life! We admire Bineta’s pride and protection over the Sacred Wood, as well as how she endeavors to combat misconceptions about their land. We can’t wait to see her on our dash!

Out of Character (OOC)

Name/Alias: Lian

Age: 26

Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: GMT +5

Triggers: None

Activity: (Removed for privacy)

In Character (IC)

Character Name: Bineta Mbaye

Age: 30

Selected Skeleton: The Protector

Dukedom: Sacred Woods

Faceclaim: Anna Diop

Pronouns: She/Her

Her name was entirely a coincidence. Just Ruler. Though given her mother’s love for anything poetic, Bineta was told that her mother’s denials were rather half-hearted. Not to mention the secret smile she had on her lips while she held her first born child in her arms on that rainy day. But then it always rained where they lived. Bineta loved the rain though. Truly, she loved everything there was about her home. The trees, the plants, the animals, the mythical creatures. From an early age she would accompany her father, who was a rather hands-on ruler himself, and see with her own eyes how their dukedom ran. With the addition of four younger siblings, it was quite the gaggle of Royal Children that roamed around the Sacred Woods with their father. Life was simple for young Bineta. The Woods was their home. And they would protect it, always.

Given the location of their homes, built in the branches and in trees, accidents were prone to happen. And one rainy day, while on his way to attend a meeting, her father somehow slipped and fell. The fall was not a small one, and given the intensity of the rain, it took hours before they could find him, but by then it was too late to tend to him. Her mother’s health seemed to spiral afterwards. She sank into a despair from which she never recovered. From that day on, she never spoke a word, and barely ate and slept. A few days after her husband’s funeral, she vanished, never to be heard of again. Loosing both parents came as a big shock to Bineta and her siblings. As well as the entire dukedom. Since she was of age, and next in line, Bineta took charge as best as she could. She remembered all that her father had taught her. She appointed her siblings to various posts and positions. All they had was one another now, and Bineta trusted them more then anyone else in the entire Kingdom.

With the death of one parent, and the disappearance of the other, a fierceness awoke within her. One that fanned the flames burning within her for years. Her people were always treated with some sort of disdain and contempt by the rest of the Kingdom. As a young girl she had been aware of such matters, but her father had shielded her from the worst. Once she took charge of the dukedom all the ugly truths came to light. And Bineta was furious. They were looked down upon just because they were the only humans to still live in something akin to harmony with creatures that were beyond anyone’s understanding, and because her people preferred to live in trees. It didn’t matter that the people of the Sacred Woods brewed and produced medicines for the entire Kingdom. An art form that took years to perfect. Neither did it matter that people came from near and far seeking a physician from the Woods to cure some sort of ailment that they had. To the rest of the Kingdom they were the closest to what could be labeled as barbarians. A word that made Bineta’s blood boil with a rage that knew no end. The other dukedoms were wrapped up in their own games of politics and power. Bineta would hang before she allowed her people to be tangled up in those schemes. She would protect her home, her people and, most of all, her family. Even if it would mean her death. For the Woods she would do anything.

Personality:

+ Persevere: Bineta never shied away from a challenge or a problem. Once while playing a game against her cousins, she and her siblings were dead last when it came to the score. Her siblings were ready to give up but not Bineta. She pushed her siblings into playing until the final second. And a good thing too, for it was a sort of test set by their father to teach them a little lesson. The lesson was lost to her younger siblings but not to her. Her father praised took her aside and praised her for taking action despite there being next to no hope for them.

+ Compassionate: Since she is the oldest of five children, Bineta learned to take charge early on when it came to her siblings. But with taking charge she had to learn to be soft as well. Particularly with the two youngest siblings who would always remain rather soft spoken and gentle. With so many creatures coexisting with them, Bineta learned to show kindness to all of them. She believes in treating people how she would want to be treated. Unless the other had done some kind of harm to another, then they would have to face her wrath. Kindness may not be something she was born with, but she learned to that particular trait and has stuck to it ever since.

- Blunt: When it comes to speaking her mind, Bineta has never been one to hold back. It has served to get her into more then a few skirmishes growing up. Be it a minor inquiry about the color of a dress, or her opinion of the Kingdom and its politics, Bineta’s response has always been direct and to the point. She does not believe in hiding the truth. In her opinion, nothing good ever comes out of doing so. Better to be honest and truthful. Even if it means hurting one’s feelings, or making dangerous enemies.

- Obstinate: If one wishes to change her mind, they must have a good and solid reason to pursue such a course, for changing her opinion about something or someone is next to impossible. When she makes up her mind, Bineta sticks to it. An unbending mind, as one would say. She does take into account all and every factor before making up her mind, but once she does its next to impossible to change it.

#accepted #anna diop fc #fantasy rp #new rp #original rp

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thcrc · 4 years

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&&. announcing his royal highness, ( thore peer glücksburg ), the ( 34 ) year old ( crown prince ) of ( denmark). he is often confused with ( michiel huisman ). some say that he is ( selfish & disorderly ), but he is actually ( well meaning & spontaneous ). ( OOC: nora )

Thore learnt the meaning of his title before he knew how to write. No matter how much his parents tried to shield him from the truth, from knowing that an insufferable weight would be placed on his shoulders one day, he put two and two together and with dread realized what was waiting for him.

Thore was lucky in a sense: he didn’t outright dislike humanities — in fact, he loved his Danish classes. It started out as a love for reading and evolved into an appreciation of well written essays. He admired people who could put their thoughts into eloquent words. It took real talent and he always had motivation to work hard in his Danish class. Math was fun until he was introduced to probabilities. His grades went downhill in upper secondary school. Science classes? As a child learning about animals was fun but as a young adult he did not care how cells divided or what caused eutrophication in the baltic sea. Debating about issues and most importantly listening others voice their opinions on difficult matters inspired him, managed to keep him interested.

But did he want to study political science in the University of Copenhagen? He didn’t dare to ask himself that because he feared the answer would not satisfy him. Keeping the doubts and discontent away was of utmost importance to him. Once you admit to not liking one tiny detail, it’s a slippery slope to utter unhappiness.

While it was no easy feat to tell himself that his life was perfect and his future was more than he could hope for, Thore managed it with the help of his friends and family. His parents gave him the little freedom they could give him. Thore fell in love with football and his mother rarely failed to come see his matches — his father acted as the goalie whenever Thore wanted to practice his shots. It was a bit of normalcy that took away some of the pressure he felt. It was those tiny moments that helped him feel like an equal around his peers. No one wants to be the odd one out and while the crown prince of denmark was in no way a shameful title to carry, it set him apart from his classmates.

Making friends came as a second nature to Thore. He liked talking so much, he liked laughing so much, and he was perceptive. It was a combination of qualities that people were easily attracted to. His friends, his very normal friends, reminded him of the world that was out there. His life was not rooted to the palace in Copenhagen. He had a life, he deserved to live it. In his own way, on his own terms.

The desire to be an individual sent him around the world. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for but he wanted to enjoy every single moment. He’d go on an adventure and return back home to his desk. It was how he spent his mid-twenties: flying from one place to another, pretending he was interested in the cause of the month. He forgot about his master’s degree for nearly five years — his professors stopped pestering him about his school work after two years. Who could blame him? He was having fun while not letting his parents down. Just perfect.

It was 2013, he had slowed down — he was almost thirty after all. It was boredom that made him accept an invitation from the Italian UNHCR to come work on their newest task force. A small gig, that’s all. He could give them some insight, surely. Had he not traveled to Italy, he most likely never would have met Tekla. He absolutely never would have fallen in love with the most striking woman in the world.

Literally the next 7 years of his life can be summed up to: got to know Tekla, Tekla got him to get his Master’s degree, with Tekla by his side, settling down in Copenhagen for good didn’t seem like such a repulsive idea. I’m gonna do the relationship task later so I’m not going to dive into detail.

&&. is that ( thore glücksburg )?? no, it’s just ( thore peer glücksburg ). he is the ( crown prince ) of ( denmark ). he is ( thirty-five ) years old and his birthday is the ( third ) of ( january ) which makes him a ( capricorn ). he is ( well-meaning & spontaneous ) and ( casual & absentminded ) but, unfortunately, also ( selfish & disorderly ). those traits just make him a ( hufflepuff ) and in scientific terms an ( esfj ). he is ( heterosexual ). his theme song is ( theme song ( i’m far away ) ) by ( MØ ). his interests include ( football & lager beers ). he practices ( lutheranism ) and is a supporter of ( social democratic party ). his quirk is ( stroking his brow whenever he’s thinking, he has bald spots on his left brow ) and favourite quote is ( “ all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. ” ) by ( j.r.r. tolkien ) because ( he finds it inspiring in a not so stressful way ). last but not least he ( does ) believe in true love.

#hshqintro

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forgcdstrength · 3 years

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Ana Jarvis

FACE-CLAIM: Lotte Verbeek

STATUS: semi-active

ORIENTATION: panromantic bisexual

BIOGRAPHY:

Anastasia Sarah Jarvis (nee Hajnal) is the wife of the Stark family butler, Edwin Jarvis. She’s also a Jew, born June 26, 1914, and raised in Budapest, Hungary.

She’s the second of four siblings. Her older brother, Izsak, was two years older than her, her sister, Naomi, was a mere eleven months younger than her, and her little brother, Jakob, was three years her junior.

By and large, her memories of her siblings are only good ones.

Hot-tempered, loud-mouthed Izsak made for a wonderful big brother - outside of Edwin, perhaps, he’s the most overprotective person she’s ever known. Though the war brought out a terrible side of him that left him wretchedly angry at the world, the worst he ever did to his siblings was tease them. Naomi - sweet, quiet Naomi - was Ana’s best friend until the day Ana left Hungary. She was the perfect listening ear for Ana’s talkativeness. For a few wonderful years, Naomi was married with children, and Ana’s still certain there’s never been a better mother. And then there was Jakob… The baby of the family, if Izsak was a tease, then Jakob was an absolute trickster. The nearly spoiled youngest had lived his entire life with an ornery light in his eyes that never dimmed even as he approached twenty-five years old.

That was a birthday he would never reach. Although Ana was able to flee Hungary the week before with Edwin, her entire family - save for her father, who had already died in 1935 - was gunned down in 1941.

1941 was a year of great change worldwide, anyway, but Ana’s life was completely flipped inside out. Her life of relative ease having already been misplaced in 1938 by anti-Semite laws, by 1941, her entire family was sharing one side of an inner-city duplex. Mama, Ana, Jakob, Izsak, his wife and son, Naomi, and her husband and three children - for over three wonderfully-crowded years they shared a home.

Then 1941, when “the war broke out.“ Jews were being murdered, and as those doing the slaughtering came ever closer to the Hajnal family, Ana met a general’s chivalrous, British aide. With perhaps the best and worst timing in history, they fell in love - despite everything that should’ve kept them apart - within the space of three weeks. In a desperate bid to keep her, at least, alive, he offered to get her out of Hungary, and to marry her. At the urging of her soon-to-die family, she agreed. Which set off a terrifying, dizzying chain of events. Her beloved near-stranger of a husband was almost hung in the midst of it all, and only with the help of wealthy genius Howard Stark did he - and Ana, in a way, truly - survive.

It was only once life had twisted around one more time - with a relocation to America and Edwin becoming Mr. Stark’s butler - that Ana was able to begin to feel somewhat settled. She began to really get to know her husband… and she found herself falling more in love every day.

Years passed, and nothing changed much - then Ana began to more and more often hear stories of a woman Edwin called “Miss Carter…"

Ana herself is abundantly caring and eternally optimistic - which is harder sometimes than others - and artistic. Her first love was painting and drawing - any way she can find to fill a blank space with color, really. When she was in her early twenties, she discovered a love for dancing, as well.

VERSES:

CANON:

LOS ANGELES LIGHT: Agent Carter season two, or anything taking place in LA. (main verse)

INTO THE MELTING POT: Anything taking place pre-season two, including pre-series and Agent Carter season one.

A BEACON OF LIGHT: Anything taking place during or after SHIELD’s formation.

STILL BURNING BRIGHT: modern day MCU verse with elderly Ana, who’s still alive and at herself in mind if not necessarily always physically. (no icons available)

ROAD LESS TRAVELED: any greatly-canon-divergent threads or AUs. (can be combined with any verse)

STRENGTH IN NUMBERS: any polyamorous relationships. (can be combined with any verse; please mention OOC if you’d like to do something in this verse)

AUS:

SYNTHETIC LIGHTS: modern AU verse where Ana’s still in her thirties. She works as the housekeeper at Stark and Avengers Towers, and helps Pepper and the AI JARVIS keep things sane on the home-front.

LOVING AND GIVING: Ana became FRIDAY AU (no, really, trust me here; more information HERE)

A DIMMED LIGHT: Black Widow AU (as much a canon-divergent background as an actual AU)

SO MANY WAYS TO BE: (Descendants) co-head housekeeper at the Beast’s castle, working alongside Ms. Potts

EVER EVER AFTER: (Fairytale) palace seamstress

BORROWED BABIES: (Foster Care) foster mom

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I’M UP TO NO GOOD: (Harry Potter) Gryffindor sixth-year

ALTERNATIVELY 1902: (Victorian) housekeeper

GROW UP WITH THE LAND: (Wild West) runs a general store

BOLDLY GO: (Star Trek) mess hall cook

Starter Call

#muses #(bio; ana jarvis) an embarrassing creature

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Don’t Fight Fire With A Sword

Alfred The Great+Kathleen (OC)

Wearing A Warning Sign:

“You say Come over baby I think you're pretty I'm okay I'm not your baby If you think I'm pretty”

“You should see me in a crown” by Billie Ellish.

(Previous Chapter) (Masterlist)

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I know I haven’t been able to upload a lot of stuff lately and I have been mostly focusing on the series that sadly haven’t been getting a lot of attention, because they are the ones that have been left behind.

I am not going to lie, I am least inclined to do them, because of the lack of feedback gaining from them, mostly because I constantly think that nobody will read them, so if you are reading this story and you liked it, I wanted to ask if you could support me with a simple reblog and comment, because I am truly truly looking forward to know what you thought about it.

Please don’t forget that feedback makes our heart beat stronger and our fingers write faster!

SUMMARY: Trying to convince Alfred to save her sister might be much more difficult than Kathleen had planned, even more when the heathens’ plans come crashing against her own (Set up between the ‘Smart Saviour’ and ‘The Betrayed Ruler’, from my fic ‘To Kill a King’)

WORDS: 3, 7 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Violence and Domestic Abuse, Court Plotting, Arranged Marriage, Historically Inaccurate and maybe character being a bit OOC (I am sorry for that).

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More than a week had passed, and you were still Ivar’s wife and Kathleen hadn’t found a solution yet, that would have brought you home.

To your rightful home.

Although she had caught the king’s attention, she hadn’t convinced him to do much about your ‘problem’, since Alfred seemed focused only on the ‘best for his country’.

‘I do understand that you miss your sister…’ his eyes told you that he didn’t and if the entire story about Aethelred’s death was true, he had no way of truly knowing whatr it meant to miss a sister as much as you missed air ‘… but princess (Y/N) has done what she had to do for our country, the great Wessex… it is a sacrifice but it had to be made’.

‘You make it seem so grand and strong’ had replied Kathleen, as she hid her mouth and words it held in the cape of her long mantle ‘… but in reality it was nothing more than throwing her to the dogs’.

‘What would you expect me to do, princess?’ had shot back Alfred with a violence in his reply that only matched the tiredness she had noticed in her eyes ‘… if he had asked of me, I would have gladly marched over, willingly to his camping, but he didn’t… he chose your sister and she knew what would be the best choice’.

‘As if she had one’ the words had burned on Kathleen’s chest.

Because it wasn’t solely your injustice.

It was hers.

And Abigail’s.

Alfred had noticed immediately how truly bothered she had been, and Kathleen hadn’t wanted to continue the conversation that day, although she was well aware that Alfred would soon go back to his lands.

She didn’t know if she had to wish for that.

Or if she wanted him to stay.

Although he hadn’t done much for his sister, he certainly was one of the few that matched her brain and chatter.

Somebody that made her feel like an equal and not simply the dirt beneath their shoes.

Like her father.

He had noticed immediately how much time she had been spending with Alfred and that same night he had decided to act upon it, since he didn’t like his daughter meddling in his business.

‘What are you doing around the prince?’ he had asked her, after he had gotten her to meet him in his own private chambers ‘… you aren’t one to whore out your body easily, you never were… sometimes I thought it’d be easier for me, if you were, instead, like that’.

‘You already sold a daughter to the best offerer, isn’t it enough?’ she had retorted, seeing her father’s anger grow in his eyes and she had welcomed it gladly.

Rage made her feel reactive and made something similar to fire run in her veins.

It made her feel strong.

And she would have taken everything instead of the small scared child she had always felt before she started to fight back.

It didn’t matter that he would hit her harder if he she reacted.

She just didn’t want to be weak.

She would never be weak again.

But that night her father played dirty tricks once he had reduced her to nothing more than a bloody pulp.

‘Sometimes I wish that you’d be more like your mother…’ he had commented as he cleaned his hands in the basin of water he kept in his private chambers.

It had become a darker shade of marron due to the blood in it.

But it wasn’t only Kathleen’s blood.

She had made her father bleed and it was already a victory.

‘… she never fought me back, don’t you know? She was smart’ he had seemed to want to remember her mother, dirtying her memory, as Kathleen tried another weak attempt to attack him just to shut him up.

But he had punched her in the gut, making her vomit the small meal she had consumed with him ‘… your sister (Y/N)… they are similar, not only in the appearance… but I wonder…’.

And then he had shot the final blow.

‘I wonder if she also begs when he hits her’.

She had just been able to push herself away from the room as her father snickered aggressively almost turning in a choked cough for the harshness of it.

She had tried to shield her brain from it, from the intrusive images her father had filled her mind with.

But it hadn’t worked.

And she had fallen asleep with the thought of screaming that sounded at the same time like her mother and her sister.

That morning she had overslept till an obsessive knocking had brought her to drag her ass away from bed.

The previous night she hadn’t even been able to take care to her body, although she knew that nothing would show up on her face.

It was the only way a lady was properly beaten.

Never damage the precious goods.

Abigail still looked too concerned with whatever troubled her to notice Kathleen’s slumped walk, as she moved to lean on the door to avoid fall on her ass.

She had been the one knocking and she had an urgent light in her eyes.

“… they… they accused her of poisoning him” the words of Abigail were of one filled with pure panic, as she reacted almost hysterically.

“Sister… I don’t… I don’t understand you” spoke Kathleen as she invited her sister inside, mostly to be able to lean properly on a bed, as Abigail finally seemed to remember what was going truly behind her message.

“… it’s (Y/N)!” Kathleen’s ears immediately opened as she looked fully at her sister’s distressed face “… they accused her of having poisoned Ivar”.

“It is impossible” that was Kathleen’s first response.

You wouldn’t have done such a horrendous act.

And if you had, you wouldn’t have been surely discovered.

You had always been the smart sister.

“… Heahmund just wrote a letter” explained Abigail “… but a few days have passed since it first travelled”.

“They wouldn’t dishonor an English princess” again her words seemed only rightful “… they wouldn’t touch a single hair of hers”.

But at the same time her father’s words came back at her.

‘I wonder if she also begs when her husband hits her’.

She remembered Ivar’s growl as (Y/N) had moved to lower herself to grab the fallen ring, although had been gentle with her.

The promise he had made to Kathleen certainly wasn’t forgotten.

But how much was the value of a heathen’s word, truly?

‘Please God, I never asked you anything, I know I denied Your existence when mother died, but right now if my sister is even solely scratched, know that I’ll curse Your name and burn down Your fucking churches’.

She would have killed Ivar, for it, after she had burned all the churches in her kingdom.

“How did you know of the letter?” asked Kathleen suddenly, knowing that there was much more behind it “… did it arrive to you? Or did you hear about it…?”.

“Father received it, meanwhile we were having breakfast” explained Abigail, her eyes suddenly shining “… he and Alfred are having a council together, right now, father wasn’t… father isn’t happy with (Y/N)”.

“… when will he ever be” Kathleen spoke biting her lips to cease feeling pain as she tried to focus on what to do next.

Barging in the council would have certainly worked.

And even if she did that, what would she have said.

‘Go and retrieve my sister form that fucking heathens’ hands’ wouldn’t have been proper, but neither sweet words would have worked.

They were all she had used with Alfred.

She had to pass to diplomacy.

“Help me get dressed” she ordered to Abigail, as instead her sister’s eyes were set onto her bloodied sheets and Kathleen had to lightly shook her “… Abigail, I can’t barge in my nightgown”.

“You can barely move for all I care” she retorted, with a truly worried look.

“I’ll be fine” breathed out Kathleen as she flicked her fingers at her sister “… now bring me my red robe, I am going to war”.

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Her entrance had been quite less impressive than she had thought, although Alfred had moved to look up at her, immediately, before ducking his eyes again on the maps that had been pulled out on the table.

And her father didn’t look in the slightest surprised.

“… my daughter, you missed breakfast”.

“I felt unwell” she commented tightly, as she shot him a light look, as if to say ‘because of you’ “… but now I am here, and I am worried about my sister”.

“Your sister has just won us a rather troublesome headache” although her father’s words were slow and soft, almost meant to make his advisors and Alfred laugh, his eyes held a deeper violence and rage.

(Y/N) had done a mistake and now their father was paying for it.

You had disappointed him.

“My sister is under process for something you made her do”.

It was an accuse and suddenly silence fell in the room.

It was a challenge for her father that immediately asked all the advisors to leave the room, except Alfred, on whom he hadn’t any power.

“Sweet girl of mine, I won’t let you insult me in front of my advisors” he spoke, hissing through his teeth with a harshness that didn’t go unnoticed even to Alfred, who tried to shift the attention away from you.

“This isn’t a game of blame” he spoke, as his youngish charm became an older and kinglier strength “… (Y/N)’s life, your sister and daughter, is at risk”.

“Thank you for pointing out what is truly important” Kathleen commented, as she thanked Alfred also with her eyes and he simply smiled before looking at her father.

“… we can’t simply let this go unnoticed, not solely to save her, but also because it’d just make the Vikings think that they can touch one of us, without getting punished” explained the king of Wessex, as the slight smirk on your father’s face disappeared.

“She isn’t one of us, anymore” muttered Kathleen’s father, keeping the words tight in his mouth, although Alfred caught on them, a true expression of shock on his face, hence it was Kathleen who brought attention to them.

“She is” she protested loudly “… she is a Saxon, an English princess, and she belongs to us”.

“She probably has a child of a heathen already in his belly, if the rumors are true” her father retorted “… he has tainted her already with his heathen’s way”.

Kathleen almost wished to let his father know of his son-in-law’s shortcomings, but she bit her lips and let Alfred separate them again, as this time an harsh look was sent her father’s way, effectively hitting him in his pride.

“What princess Kathleen says is true” confirmed Alfred “… she might have married prince Ivar, but that doesn’t diminish her in any way. I swore to protect her after everything was done and the heathens’ power over our land is destroyed, but that also involves the time she spends in the settlements”.

Your father didn’t look so smug now that he was defeated.

“… we’ll have to think of something” spoke Alfred, harshly, as he invited Kathleen to sit, taking in her lightly trembling figure, as he also helped her in the chair, adjusting it behind her, his finger lightly brushing against her back, with a gentleness that didn’t belong to his steely eyes “… first of all, what does the letter truly say”.

Her father threw it at Alfred, his eyes bored but scanning roughly over the sense of companionship that was slowly building up between Alfred and Kathleen, the latter surprised that the king of Wessex asked her to join in his reading.

‘Two eyes are better than one’.

And although sadly the letter seemed true, what had been left out by the hysterical Abigail was that you hadn’t been already processed, but you had been trialed on charges of attempted poisoning Ivar.

The verdict was still out.

“… this seems ridiculous” explained Kathleen to Alfred, who looked at her truly attentively “… (Y/N) is careful, if she had tried to poison him, she wouldn’t have been caught believe me”.

“I didn’t think that your sister owned such a brain” had commented her father, the third wheel of the appointment between Kathleen and Alfred.

“She must have been involved in some heathen plot, unwillingly” commented Alfred.

“But why?” Kathleen replied.

“To undermine our hold on them?” suggested Alfred, although he looked at it thoughtfully “… I have also heard that there have been some problematic fights between the sons of Ragnar, so that isn’t even to put off. Somebody might have wanted to undermine Ivar’s claim and they used her against him”.

“Thinking about that won’t still solve anything, if we stay here without doing nothing” commented tightly Kathleen “… they might put her to death, if they haven’t already”.

“We can’t just march soldiers in there” explained Alfred “… it’ll be considered an act of war”

“… and I won’t give you any men to send there for this crazy idea” rumbled her father, not that it got him much attention.

“We do not have to send an entire army, but we need to reinforce our hold on them” counterattacked Kathleen, and suddenly Alfred’s eyes were set up on her determination, something that made her blush lightly “… what I mean… what I mean is that we don’t have to make it seem like more than a casual encounter? Don’t you have soldiers on those borders?”

“… now that you make me think about it I do” remembered the king, before he grabbed onto Kathleen’s hands, something that made her blush spread further “… I’ll tell them to move there immediately, in the meanwhile do reply to bishop Heahmund to hold on and be heard”.

Kathleen’s father, to whom that phrase was shot at, didn’t look in the slightest pleased by being ordered around and he endured it with a smirk that spoke of pure annoyance.

And Kathleen shot him one back.

A victorious one.

But her sister still wasn’t safe.

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After her resistance to her father she had moved back in her room to let Abigail know of Alfred’s interest in this.

Although he hadn’t uttered any word to make (Y/N) come home, he certainly had sided with her, which was already one step forward.

Although it didn’t calm her anxious heart.

You were going to be trialed.

And this made Kathleen nervous.

Although you did have Heahmund on your side, you would have been trialed by a jury of heathens, hence the process wouldn’t have been in your favor and neither it would have been something that you had knowledge of.

Kathleen had just to trust in Heahmund, you and the armies Alfred would have sent to defend you and bring you home, the most extreme case he had thought about, although your father had denied that option immediately.

‘She’d be a rejected wife, a true shame for this honorable household’ he had complained, but Alfred had shown to have had enough of Kathleen’s father annoying replies.

‘Your daughter has honored us through accepting to put her life on the line for information from the Vikings’ he had reminded Kathleen’s father ‘… if we have to welcome her back, after this, we will, gladly’.

She had enjoyed the tight expression on her father’s face.

And that was what was keeping her upright, no matter the injuries all over her body and the threat over her sister’s head.

She couldn’t do much for her sister, but she could do even less with the pain that shot through her body.

She hadn’t been allowed to join Alfred’s border troupes, both because it wouldn’t have been a conflict of interests and both for the fact that it had been thoroughly dangerous.

So, she decided to bind the few broken bones in her chest, mostly because she knew for experience that they would have healed on their own, although it’d be nothing but a painful experience.

Her father knew perfectly where to hit her.

She heard a knocking on the door, and gently hurried to finish the binding, quickly wearing an ample nightgown to avoid anything weighting on the binding, since the corset had already left its signs, only stealing painfully your breath.

She expected it to be some maid or someone tasked with spying over her by her father, since she had been quite bold with her affirmations and her control freak of a father would have gladly done everything he could to regain some semblance of order and power over her.

But instead it turned out to be king Alfred.

“Are you lost again, my king” Kathleen teased him, having grown quite fascinated with the way his cheeks flushed.

“I…” he searched for words, as his pink togue wet his full lips.

He certainly had a beauty in himself that made him as tantalizing as sin.

“… not this time” he promised “… I just wanted to check on you, you didn’t look your best, at the council”.

“Thank you for pointing out that I look like shit” uttered back Kathleen, faking an offended tone.

But she wasn’t truly, although some feminine instinct in her wanted to look her best for him.

She didn’t know what made him blush, the thought of having truly offended her or the curse she had uttered.

“… you never look like… you know what, princess Kathleen” he shot back, although his eyes didn’t meet hers, his voice was true “… but I couldn’t help but notice that you were limping, this morning”.

“I just fell from the bed” ‘and onto my father’s fists’.

It was the most common of excuse she had given out.

Usually people didn’t ask more, because they weren’t truly interested.

Kathleen had known since she had been able to read that people would have never ever truly loved her for what she was.

And they never would.

They faked their interest in her, because she would have been their future queen, since she was the sole heir to her father.

That was also the reason why she had been an utter and complete mess with her suitors, making one after the other run away.

It was the last rebellion she could give before it was too late.

“… that seems…” Alfred was smarter than anybody around her, so he probably knew that she was lying to him but maintained her secrecy “… I am sorry that you hurt yourself, princess”.

In the end, he chose not to get involved.

But his eyes asked of what he could do to help her.

“I was binding myself up to avoid any broken ribs” she explained, as she moved to the gauze left on the bed where she was laying “… I have a few cuts on my legs to take care of, would you be so kind to get me some salve from my beside table”.

Alfred seemed to understand that, although she appreciated his presence, she wanted a bit of privacy and as any normal royal attendant, he moved to the beside table, leaving her to tighten privately the gauze around her chest, as she hissed a shaky breath, Alfred’s shoulders quaking at that sound.

He almost made to turn around, but then his resolve was stronger, and he froze, moving to search in the drawers.

His ears became red as he found only scandalous undergarments, she had bought just to make you and Abigail smile brightly as you commented at the uncomfortableness of them.

He seemed to have the same thought.

“Wrong drawer, my king” she joked, as she moved the remaining gauze away, to let him sit beside you, something almost intimate setting up in the room.

“… sorry” he commented, before he opened the proper drawer and grabbed the small bottle with lotion, offering it to Kathleen who moved to shamelessly raise her nightgown up her legs, unveiling them.

And she couldn’t hide that suddenly the room became warmer as his eyes set up on her body “… isn’t this improper?”.

“Oh why?” she spoke, her rebellious streak appearing in her eyes “… I am just healing my wounds, if you think that is improper, that’s on you”.

Alfred seemed almost taken aback by her scolding and she smirked at him, as his lips moved in a softer smirk, before he passed her the salve.

“Then if you don’t see anything improper in this, may I help with your wounds?” the little king wanted to play, his eyes suddenly becoming flame “… wouldn’t want you to miss out any spot”.

“Then be my guest, my king”.

And she pushed the lid back in his hands and he opened it calmly, gently dripping a good amount on his fingers, before he softly spread it around his hands, lowering the box again on the beside table.

Kathleen moved one leg towards him, meanwhile Alfred sat himself on the chair next to bed avoiding the spot beside you, as if he was too shameful for that.

Kathleen, then, gave him one of her legs, pushing them on his thigh, as one last attempt to make him back out.

But it wasn’t enough.

And his eyes shot up to meet hers.

And this time it was her who backed away from them.

She should have thought about you.

In a dark cell, as you waited for your verdict.

Maybe risking the worst of sentences.

But now she was simply drowning in those pools of pure sky.

His hands were smooth, certainly the ones of somebody who was more used to paper than the swords.

Something that felt damnably good against her hurt skin.

The coldness of the cream gave Kathleen great relief, alongside the way it glided over her broken and dry skin.

And Alfred knew just how much pression to apply on most points of her legs, as she found closer and closer to that angelic face.

And slowly there was just the space of a breath between each other.

And Kathleen closed it with the only truly free movement she had ever allowed herself, beside the king.

And she asked herself, if this was all a plan or if her heart beating dangerously fast was true.

She didn’t care to find out, when Alfred pushed her closer to him, answering the kiss.

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all hail the magic man

•part eight•

Doctor Strange x Apprentice!OC(platonic)

A/N: I like to think of this gif being Stephen seeing lil Charlie all grown up :,) Stephen is SO S O F T in this chapter I think he might be a lil ooc, oops sorry :|

“Charlie! Charlie!”

Charlie’s eyes flickered open, the girl letting out a groan. Tony helped her sit up, Charlie leaning against him as Steve and Thor were on their knees, concerned. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do a scan on her.”

She smirked at them all. “I feel like I’m having Canada PTSD.”

“Well, did Canada give you a broken rib?” Tony scoffed.

Charlie laughed, hissing at the pain in her abdomen. She cast a ritual, fixing what she could and numbing the pain. “It was kinda a blur.”

Tony rolled his eyes, helping her up. Charlie finally gathered her bearings, following the three out of the rubble. Their eyes locked onto a familiar being.

“Well, when you mess with time, it tends to mess back.” Charlie seethed.

Thanos, well, Thanos from 2014 sat a couple yards away. His blade was embedded in the ground, the trademark helmet hung on it. Charlie tightened her fists.

“What has he been doing?” Tony questioned Thor.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Where are the stones?” Steve asked.

“Somewhere under all this. All I know is he doesn’t have them.” Tony hissed.

Charlie formed two shields over her fists. “So we keep it that way.”

“You know it’s a trap, right?” Thor turned to Charlie, an unreadable expression on his face.

Charlie shared a glance with Tony and Steve, all of them sharing a nod of agreement.

“Yeah,” Charlie sighed, fixing her eyes on the mad titan. “and I don’t much care.”

“Good. Just as long we are all in agreement.” Thor’s eyes glowed, summoning Mjölnir and Stormbreaker as he shifted into a suit. “Let’s kill him properly this time.”

The four began to approach Thanos, ready for the fight of their lives. Charlie held her shields at her side, phasing into a set of robes she had waited for this very moment to wear, the fabric a golden yellow. She had taken them several years ago, and now was going to put them to good use.

“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.” Thanos stated to the four.

“Yep, we’re all kinds of stubborn.” Tony grunted.

“I'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.” Thanos stood up, walking over to his blade. He placed his helmet onto his head. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom. And then... with the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given. A grateful universe.”

“Born out of blood” Charlie spat.

“They’ll never know it. Because you won’t be alive to tell them.”

With a shout, Thor and Tony went straight at Thanos as the fighting began.

“Okay Thor, hit me!” Tony yelled. Thor brought both of his weapons together and sending a large jolt of electricity Tony’s way. His suit absorbs it, as Tony then shoots Thanos with it. Thor throws Mjölnir to try and hit Thanos, only for him to use Tony as a shield, the man falling to the side.

Steve and Charlie advanced on Thanos, the girl using portals to help Steve navigate around the titan to fight. But Steve is knocked away, thrown into Charlie who falls as well into the dirt.

Thor tried to attack Thanos, only for the mad titan to counter, choking him and punching him repeatedly. The god tried to reach for Stormbreaker but Thanos uses it, trying to imbed it into Thor’s chest.

Steve stood next to Charlie, as Mjölnir began to lift off the ground, suddenly returning itself to Steve’s grasp.

“I knew it!” Thor laughed, Thanos kicking Thor away, as Steve and Thanos fight. Charlie followed closely behind, ready to tag in if needed. Suddenly Thanos stabs Steve in the leg, the soldier letting out a shout.

Charlie ran forwards, notching an arrow as she shot three into the backs of each of Thanos’ arms. The titan merely turned in disgust, plucking them out.

She ran forwards, sliding under his fist as she used her shield to push against his stomach, having him stumble back. Charlie stood, shields raised as she held her ground in front of Steve, who was on the ground. Charlie held a dark and deadly look in her eyes.

“In all my years of conquest.. violence... slaughter... It was never personal. But I'll tell you now... what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet... I'm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.” Thanos grinned wickedly, an army of countless soldiers, Chitauri and Outriders combined.

Steve slowly got back to his feet behind Charlie, placing a hand on her shoulder before he stepped in front of her. In a fierce anger, he tightened his mutilated shield to his arm, the two alone standing against the army of thousands.

Death began to smile at Charlie.

Suddenly there was a crackling through both of their communicators.

“Cap, can you hear me?”

“Sam...” Charlie inaudiblely mumbled under her breath in shock, Steve stopping and looking around.

“Cap it’s Sam, can you hear me? On your left...”

They both turned to see multiple portals forming, Sam soaring out of one of them, T’Challa, Okoye, and Shuri imerging from another.

Dozens of portals opened, thousands streaming onto the battlefield. Steve shifted his eyes to Charlie when she let out a dry, strangled gasp.

Doctor Stephen Strange descended from a portal, waltzing onto the battlefield with Wong and all of the Masters from Kamar-taj.

The heroes and people’s stood alongside Steve and Charlie, Steve letting out a shout. “AVENGERS!” He summoned Mjölnir to himself.

“Assemble.”

They all ran for Thanos’ army with a shout, Charlie bursting forwards with her shields formed.

She fought with everything she had, taking down Chitauri after Outsider, opting for using one of her shields, a pair of vaulting boots allowing her to walk the sky above the army, and a orange sparked talwar.

Charlie finished off another Outsider, leaning on her sword a moment to catch her breath. She ran a hand through her hair, inhaling deeply.

“Charlie...”

Her eyes became moist, Charlie turning to the man whom she had been focused on every day, had been fighting for the whole way.

“Hey there old man. Long time no see.” Charlie smiled.

Stephen rushed forwards, pulling Charlie into a tight hug. She clutched his cloak, burying her face into his shoulder.

“You’re okay? Nothing hurt?”

Charlie let out a shuddery sigh, pulling away with a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Better now.”

“God, you’ve grown so much...” Stephen smiled softly before sighing, his face hardening again. “We’ll talk more after. Stay behind me, shields up—“

“No funny business?” Charlie chuckled, forming her shield and picking up her sword. “I’m not a little girl anymore, dad.” She teased walking past him. A Chitauri ran at her, Charlie expertly and smoothly dodging, slicing though the soldier as she used her boots to run into the sky above.

Stephen stood with his jaw dropped, frozen at the sight of his little apprentice, now grown up, a Master of the Mystic Arts. It wasn’t until a smirk resided on his face that he shook out of his stupor.

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Charlie was helping Stephen hold back the water from the river when it happened.

She turned to see Stephen and Tony staring at each other, the sorcerer holding up a single finger. Charlie had to bite her tongue and squeeze her eyes shut when she realized they were condemning Tony.

Charlie broke away, Stephen calling her name as she ran towards Steve and Thor. The god was still unconscious, Steve slowly coming to.

“Charlie... the gauntlet...” Steve groaned, Charlie looking up with him with tears in her eyes.

“He’s... the one way to win... I’m sorry...” she murmured, healing him.

Steve narrowed his eyebrows in confusion as suddenly there was an explosion of light. Charlie lowered her head, standing and turning around.

Tony had snapped his fingers, Thanos and his army disintegrating into nothing. Charlie ran over to Tony, catching him as he fell to the ground, guiding him to lean on some rubble.

“Hey, eyes on me Tony.” Charlie begged, trying to heal him. Her hands shook when she realized he was beyond what she could heal. Charlie looked up at Tony with a wet smile. “Now who’s feeling like Canada?”

The man cracked a small pain-filled smile.

Charlie traced her hand along his cheek. “Thank you for everything, Tony.” A single tear slipped down her cheek, Charlie kissing Tony’s own cheek before standing.

She stepped back as Peter Parker, Rhodey, And Pepper arrived. Charlie felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to see Stephen with a solemn look.

Stephen wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his side as she leaned against him, adrenaline leaving her body. She let cries rack her body as the life left her friend’s body, her and Stephen along with the others around them kneeling to honor the man.

- - - - - -

Charlie groaned, rubbing at the blindfold over her eyes. Tony held her shoulders from behind, stopping her suddenly. “We’re here~”

“It’s a firing squad, isn’t it?” Charlie replied monotonously. “Oh thank God, it’s all I ever wanted for my birthday.”

“All right boys, take her out.” The billionaire joked, removing her blindfold.

His private jet was parked in front of them. Charlie let out a mock disappointed “awwww” as Tony pushed her up the steps.

“So, my dear Charlie, at the ripe age of nineteen, I’m taking you out for your first legal drink.” Tony grinned enthusiastically.

“Guess what dingus, Vegas still only allows 21.” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I have a buddy in Toronto. We are getting you absolutely trashed.” He rubbed his hands together, sitting in a plush seat.

“This makes me fear for Morgan when she turns fifteen.” Charlie sighed. “First beer in Germany.”

Hours later they were sitting at a bar in Toronto, Charlie looking through a drink menu. She turned to Tony. “I’ll get a Piña Colada I guess.”

“Fuck no, I’m not buying you a prissy drink.” Tony scrunched his face in disgust. “As your temporary guardian, I say go crazy.”

That’s why three hours and five tequila poppers later, Tony sat with Charlie on the floor of her hotel bathroom, holding back her hair.

“Oh my god Tony, I think I’m dying.” Charlie gasped, her voice slightly slurring.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were a lightweight! Now you probably have advanced liver failure.” Tony defended himself.

Charlie glared up at him. “Stephen would murder you if he were here.”

Tony smirked. “Yeah I’m counting on that.”

The next morning, several painkillers later, Charlie sat across from Tony on the jet, nibbling on a slice of toast. She looking up at the man, setting down the bread. “Thank you Tony.”

The man looked up at her. “For almost committing involuntary manslaughter?”

“My uh—my dad died when I was thirteen, and Stephen is a bit stricter that my dad was... it’s nice to get a taste of what having a dad is like again.” Charlie smiled to herself, looking back up at Tony.

Tony smiled genuinely at her.

“Any time, kiddo.”

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PART NINE (FINALE) COMING AUGUST 12TH

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The Willow Maiden

Heyyy there^^ So, this was a rather spontaneaus idea and it is based on a song

The Willow Maiden by Erutan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4etPUaNw9I

This is a Fantasy Au Snipe x Reader (I really hope Snipe isn’t too ooc .-.) The Reader here is female with emerald eyes and red hair because that is how the willow maiden is described in the song

I never wrote something like this before, so I’m not sure about how it turned out but I hope you enjoy it at least a little. Wish you all a nice day^^

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His quiver on his back and his bow in hand he got ready to leave the house. Putting on his mask and hat he closed the door behind him and started towards the forest. The ranger looked around taking in his new surroundings and enjoyed the coolness of the morning air. The tall man had only arrived in the village the night before and wanted to explore the area a little and with a little luck he would find some prey to hunt. The village seemed to be quite poor and he was sure that the villagers would appreciate to have some meat to eat instead of cabbage. Pushing some of his purplish dreadlocks back behind his shoulders he ventured deeper into the forest while taking in every detail of his surroundings. It would be easy enough to find his way around here but paying attention to waypoints was always useful.

A sound in the distance made him stop to listen. He had anticipated to stumble across some rabbits or maybe a deer or two but this sounded more like … as if someone was singing somewhere deeper inside the forest. Curious he followed the voice until he arrived at a clearing with an ancient willow growing in its middle. There she sat surrounded by toadstools and sung. He was captivated instantly, completely forgetting that he came into the forest to hunt. “What are you doing here all by yourself in the forest?” he asked while walking closer. She became silent and looked up at the man with big emerald eyes. 'Beautiful,' he thought. “Why don't you come with me? I'll take you back to the village.” She smiled up at him and shook her head no.

He tried to persuade her but she refused again and again. It was already getting dark when the ranger left her to go back to the village. He even managed to hunt down some rabbits on his way back to give to the villagers but the forest maiden wouldn't leave his mind.

So he asked the villagers about her.

“She's the willow maiden,” they said. “She never leaves the clearing,” they said. “Isn't she beautiful?” 'There must be a way,' he thought to himself. 'A way to get her.'

He went back the next day and the day after that. Every day he would go to see her and every day it seemed that she captivated him more. One day he brought her some presents. Letting him put the green cloak around her shoulders she held the flower close to her chest that he had given her and smiled at him. 'She looks so innocent. So pure.' He smiled behind his mask gently pushing some loose strands of her red hair behind her ear. “They call me Snipe,” he said calmly. “What is your name?” “Well, the forest named me (y/n),” she replied cheerfully. 'So carefree.' “It's a beautiful name. It suits you.” 'Why have I never tried to ask for her name before?' “(y/n), you see, I came to ask you something today.” “What do you want to ask me?” She looked at him with her big emerald eyes that made him burn with desire every time he saw them. “Come back to the village with me, (y/n). Stay with me. You've captivated me, now let me care for you.” He took a deep breath before adding: “Marry me (y/n).” “No,” she said without breaking eye contact. One could almost hear Snipe's heart shatter. “I'll never marry you Snipe. I'm sorry.”

To say he was furious was a understatement. Never, she said! Never! How could she? He could care and provide for her! He would not accept this! No! There had to be a way! There had to!

It took him awhile to prepare everything for her arrival but when he was finally finished he went into the forest once again. Walking the now so familiar path to her clearing, breathing heavily while holding the axe he bought the day before in a tight grip. 'She will be mine,' he thought. 'We'll be a family.'

She looked at him smiling like always when he stepped out of the treeline and into her field of view. “I thought you wouldn't come to visit me again,” she said. “(y/n),” he said with a raspy voice before he focused on the willow tree. “I'll set you free today.” With that he closed the distance and started to cut down the ancient tree. “No, what are you doing?” She pulled at his shirt, pleaded for him to stop but to no avail. 'Is she crying?' Another hit. 'I'll kiss it better later.'

The old tree fell with a loud thud and Snipe let the axe fell to the ground and turned to her. Her tears had long dried on her cheeks and she looked down at her tree in horror. “It's all right now, my love,” he said wrapping her in an embrace. She didn't return it but she didn't struggle either. “Now that your willow's fallen you belong to me.”

And she did come with him! Oh, how overjoyed he was! He held her hand all the way towards the village and told her exactly how their life together would be. Snipe was so absorbed in their – very one-sided – conversation that he didn't even notice that she became weaker with every step they came closer to the edge of the forest. Her hand slipped out of his when they stepped outside the forest and she collapsed on the spot. “My love? Are you alright?” He reached for her but flinched when suddenly a bright light engulfed her body. Even with his mask on he had to shield his eyes from the sheer brightness. “(y/n)!” he cried out. Slowly the light dimmed and revealed a single flower in the exact spot where you had been only moments before. Snipe fell to his knees in front of it reaching out to the flaming red blossom but he didn't dare to touch it. “I'm so sorry (y/n),” he said, voice barely a whisper. “So so sorry.”

'Why didn't I just stay in the forest with her?'

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