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the-al-chemist · 2 years

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Defiantly, Maybe

A/N: Sometimes Artemis gets in a mood and springs an unplanned short story on me. Here’s the one from this evening. Warnings: references to canon character death, possible spoilers(?) for certain events if you read carefully enough between the lines, and one very angry gremlin.

Artemis walked briskly down the hall, her fingers clutching the copy of the Daily Prophet so tightly that her knuckles were almost white, her eyes scanning the nameplates on the doors until she stopped abruptly by the one she wanted. Clenching her other fist - the one that wasn’t holding the newspaper - she raised her hand to the door and knocked hard, just below the bronze plaque that read: C. Davies, Council of Magical Law.

“Come in.”

The voice was familiar and weary, and Artemis steeled herself as she pushed the door open to reveal its owner, a tall and weary looking wizard with dark curly hair sitting at a large mahogany desk. The wizard in question raised his head to look at her, and a look of disconcertion passed over his pale and lined face as he did so.

“What are you doing here?” he asked her, in a tone that could not be described as pleasantly surprised.

“I need your help,” Artemis replied, already striding across the room.

“My help? What with?”

Artemis slammed the newspaper down onto the desk in front of him. “This.”

She remained standing, the heels of her hands pressed to the desk, glaring at the wizard as he slowly leant across the table and picked up the paper, watching Artemis as if he were unsure of what to make of her.

His long fingers unfolded the crumpled and hastily rolled up pages and he began to frown as he read the article. Artemis’ foot tapped impatiently as his eyes scanned the page.

“Well?” she snapped, when she could wait no longer. The wizard across the desk said nothing, merely pressed the fingertips of one hand to his forehead. “Are you reading this, Chester?”

“I’ve finished reading it.”

“And?”

“And what?” Chester asked, his weary gaze back on Artemis, his fingers still pressed to his temple. “I don’t understand what the issue is here.”

“Oh, really?” Artemis snatched the paper back from him and read aloud: “‘This year marks the fifteenth anniversary of the death of Rowan Khanna, an intelligent and vivacious girl whose bright light was snuffed out years before her time. Today, Rita Skeeter talks about her latest exposé, which will explore the life and death of Miss Khanna, featuring exclusive interviews from those who were closest to her, and who still suffer the scars of her tragic loss.’ You really don’t understand the issue with that?”

Chester sighed. “It’s not-”

“Or this, maybe: ‘One chapter that readers may find particularly interesting centres on the relationship between Miss Khanna and her erstwhile closest friend, one Miss Artemis Hexley. Miss Hexley has had somewhat of an unorthodox lifestyle following the tragedy, and this exposé really highlights the effect that the emotional wounds of her traumatic past have marred her present.’ Now can you understand the issue here?”

Artemis exhaled so quickly and noisily that her breath formed a growl in the back of her throat, and as her fist clenched around the newspaper once more, it crumpled in her grip. Chester finally seemed to understand somewhat, because he sat up straight in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s not that I don’t understand why this is a problem for you-”

“This is not just a problem ‘for me’; it’s a problem, full stop.”

“- but I don’t know why you’re here,” Chester said. His voice was level, but there was a look of quiet resentment in his eyes. “I don't know why you’ve come to me, of all people.”

“Because you’re a senior member of the Council of Magical Law now, and… Well, I thought you might like to help me.”

Chester made a noise of derision.

“That’s a rather bold assumption, all things considered,” he muttered, before closing his eyes, lifting his face towards the ceiling and exhaling. “What do you want me do about it?”

“I dunno, you’re the lawyer, not me,” Artemis rolled her eyes, and Chester opened one of his to look at her, his face still turned upwards. Artemis pursed her lips before continuing. “I want you to find a way of legally stopping her from publishing it. The exposé, I mean.”

“I can’t do that. It’s the freedom of the press.”

“Screw the freedom of the press!”

“Now, be reasonable…”

“No. No, don’t you dare sigh like that and talk to me like I don’t know what I’m talking about,” Artemis said, not caring that she was raising her voice. “I might not be as clever or as sensible and serious as you are, or have all your training and knowledge about the law, but do have some kind of sense of justice, at least. I might have done things that were wrong and hurt people before, but I at least know what’s right and wrong, which is more than you at the moment, and I at least try not to do the wrong thing and hurt people, which is more than can be said of Rita bloody Skeeter, writing this just to make money.”

“Writing to make money is her prerogative as a professional journalist.”

“There is nothing professional about this. She’s taking people’s words and twisting them, and taking their hurt and using it, playing with their lives and their pain like… like it doesn’t even matter. Like it’s all a game. She writes these stories like they’re hers to tell, and they aren’t. She has done it time and time again and I won’t let her do it, not anymore. Not when it’s me and my story, and definitely not when it’s Rowan’s.”

The room was silent other than the sound of Artemis taking a deep, shudder breath. Chester blinked at her, clearly not sure what he could say to make things better, or worse. Eventually, he rose from his seat and walked around the desk. For a split second, Artemis wondered if he might be about to hug her, and she tensed involuntarily at the idea, but Chester barely even looked at her. Instead, he walked across to the bookshelf on the wall adjacent to where she was standing, and used his wand to summon a leatherbound book from the top shelf.

“Have you ever heard of a super-injunction?” he asked, and Artemis shook her head.

“I’ve never heard of a normal or a rubbish one,” she replied. The corners of Chester’s mouth twitched slightly.

“A super-injunction is a kind of ban, it’s used to stop the press from publishing articles that touch on a certain subject or person.”

“Brilliant. How do I get one?”

“I’m not certain that you can,” Chester frowned, and began to turn the pages of his book with his graceful fingers. “They’re a Muggle concept, legally speaking. I’m not sure if they’ve ever been passed before in a court of Wizarding Law.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Artemis shrugged.

“Yes, but unfortunately, precedent has a significant influence in the court.”

Though Artemis didn’t quite understand what Chester meant, she nodded her head sagely, before asking him: “Would you be able to help me try and get one? You know, for old time’s sake.”

Chester looked up from his book and stared at her with raised eyebrows. “I don’t think that you can really play that card.”

“No, I guess not,” Artemis half-smiled, half-grimaced, and Chester let out a soft, wry laugh. “But I’m not really asking for me. I mean, I am, but… If she publishes her nonsense about me, that’s fine. Whatever, so be it. I can take it. But Rowan… She deserves more than… this.” Artemis threw a dirty look over her shoulder at the creased and battered newspaper, before turning back to Chester with wide eyes and saying one last word: “Please.”

After several agonisingly long seconds, Chester inclined his head.

“You’re still as persuasive as ever,” he said drily. “Perhaps you should’ve aspired for a career in Magical Law.”

“Absolutely not. You all use way too many long words.”

Chester said nothing, but he hummed in response, and when his and Artemis’ eyes met once again, his eyes said everything for him.

“Thank you,” Artemis said earnestly. “Give my love to Badeea, will you?”

“I will. And I’ll send you an owl once I get somewhere with this.”

“Great, thanks. Again. And I’m sorry for barging in like this and wasting your time.”

“Naturally. After all, we were just discussing precedents.”

With a flick of Chester’s wand, the door of the office swung open, and Artemis gave him one more grateful and apologetic smile before leaving through it and stepping back out into the corridor outside. She took the elevator back out to the atrium, where the newspaper stands were still stocked with the front pages that bore Rowan’s name. But now, instead of just incandescent rage, Artemis felt something almost hopeful, angry yet optimistic at the same time.

Defiance.

#artemis hexley #hogwarts mystery #hphm oc #chester davies #hphm #golden era fic

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’.

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered.

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet?

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia!

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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Two thoughts for your garbage fire extraordinarie!

I would love hear your worst holiday lines for your unholy trinity! “Santa’s not the only packing a big sack,” etc!

Or, if you want a break from that shit lol. Here’s one of my personal Clyde HCs that you use as you please! Since you asked...

So, I’m not not super into dad kink myself, but I totally see Clyde as been like super dominant, but polite about it lol. Things like “maybe if ya tell me real nice why you think ya deserve to cum, I’ll let ya.” Or “now, ya just know how much I hate doin’ this to ya, darlin,’ but ya had to keep goin.’” “Ya know good n’ well that a lady’s supposed to say ‘please’ when she’s askin’ for my cock.”

I also think he’s a freak in the sheets with one of the filthiest mouths and I think he has a breeding kink! He’s gonna give you a lot more than just a present under the tree and he’ll make sure “your Christmas is gonna be extra white this year, lil’ darlin.’”

I feel ashamed.

FUCKIN OMG @safarigirlsp I LOVE THIS TIME OF THE WEEK BECAUSE OF THE DEPRAVITY BETWEEN OUR BOYS AND THEIR STUPID CATCHPHRASES! SO AS AN XMAS GIFT TO YOU AND EVERYONE SURROUNDING THE GARBAGE FIRE IM GONNA ANSWER ALL THE QUESTIONS FROM THESE CRAZY AU’S TO THE BEST OF MY CRACK BRAIN KNOWLEDGE!

HERE WE FUCKIN’ GO! 😂

Favorite one liners from our holy trinity....

The first being our resident Sea Fury, Capt. Flip SS “Blowhole” Zimmerman BDE, who now that I think about it must not really know what Xmas is, given that he sails the seas constantly and could give a rat’s ass about holidays in general. After all, he’s got treasure to find for himself and no time to dilly dally with stupid festivities such as Christmas.

Sure, there’s an occasional snow storm on the high seas, which freeze him and his crew’s dingle berries to raisins when it blows through, but there’s no lights surrounding the massive Jolly Roger, no festive music of any kind because he runs a tight ass ship, clean as a fuckin’ whistle at all times with no fuckin’ funny business, except in the case of fuckin’ around with you that is.

On the eve of the 25th, pirate time, the both of you are settled in your dining hall, a feast of succulent seafoods, baked to perfection via the resident cook on the ship, lay before your starving eyes.

Your clad in one of your synched corsets, hardly able to gulp down the wine he’d poured because the waist is knotted so damn tight, causing your tits to practically explode onto the table, like he would so badly welcome at this point.

He sits perched in his captain’s chair, dressed in his finest buccaneer garb, feathered hat and all, swirling his chalice as he devours your body with his eyes in the candle light.

Watching your every move as you choke down the drink, throat moving to push down the liquor as you take a deep inhale, expanding your gravid chest as you push your self more into the seating.

Noticing your boobs bounce with every motion you make to add food to your plate, the ebbs and flows of your soft tits as they beg to be set free from their cage.

His cock twitches in his pantaloons as he catches himself boring into your chest, clearing his throat to take a swig of his wine as well, before gathering himself back into reality.

“Where did ya go sailor?” chuckling as you watched him chug his spirits down his gullet, watching his Adam’s Apple bob as you salivated thinking about sucking a huge bruise on the appendage.

He forced the glass on the table, shaking the food as he exhaled from his gulps, gathering his thoughts for a moment and then turning back to your position, eyes darkened with mischief.

“I was... thinking,” he cooed, spreading his thighs wide, showing the mast that had erupted in his pants, “I heard the men conversing about this day being a special one of sorts,” taking his hat from his head to run his thick fingers through his hair.

“And?” you paused from taking a bite of shrimp before he continued further, “what does this have to do with what you were staring me down for Phillip?” cocking your head to the side as he watched your tits waver from your motions.

“I was thinking of making it a special one for us as well, my sweet siren,” cooing as he leaned himself closer to your side of the table, “what do ya say ya sit on ol’ captain’s mast and tell him your deepest desires?” coaxing a finger to lead you to his thick meaty thighs as you blushed, thinking about him impaling your pussy on his whale cock.

Now onto our noble land warrior, This Is Sparta...

I had to do some digging on this one because I know the Spartan’s had several festivals they celebrated because of their many Gods and Goddesses they worshipped and made sacrifices to... So, the closest I found was the tradition of Gymnopaedia (or the festival of naked youths as it’s translated) which is celebrated for over a week and honoring the three mythical beings Apollo, Artemis, and their mother, Leto and showcased bachelors and their marital and athletic capabilities (similar to the Olympics but naked) to the single women of the city of Sparta.

SO LET’S HAVE SOME FUN WITH BACHELOR WARRIOR FLIP SHOWIN’ OFF THE GOODS TO HIS BRIDE TO BE!

The streets were fraught with nude and glistening warriors of all abilities. Their bulging muscles, thick meaty thighs, and their endowments on display for all the thirsty women of the city to pick and choose their best suitors.

You sat perched in your spot as you surveyed the music and majesty before you. A face in a crowd of hundreds of hungry women, each devouring their male counterparts, itching to be filled with their potent seed as they tossed discus and arrows to show their strength and protective capabilities.

None of them were catching your eyes, however, even if they all were desperate for the attention, demonstrating their wares for the most beautiful woman in the village.

Each begging to be the apple of your eye, practically injuring themselves as they showcased their endurance and stamina to get you to pick one of them from the crowd of body oil and testicles.

You sighed, shooing away the suitors one by one, earning scoffs and side eyes from the other women, telling you to stop being so picky or else your womb will dry up from your negative outlook on the sea of cocks clouding your vision.

You craved something. You weren’t sure what it was, but you desired a man whom desired you in the least desperate sense. Who cherished your independence, your thoughts, your body, and your soul. None of these suitors were capable of fulfilling your womb in that sense, so you kept with the shooing as you searched for your perfect mate.

Suddenly, a valiant warrior appeared from the crowd, his muscles rippled and his cock swinging at attention as he made his way to the front of the line of men.

His hair and inky frame over his chiseled face as he bent over to grip the disc laying in wait, encircling the rock with his humongous hands as his back and legs flexed from him lifting the weight above his head.

Your womb ached as you watched him effortlessly throw the object further and more accurate than any of the other boys present during this festival of games, the heat causing a bead of sweat to form over your heaving tits clasped under your white robes.

He huffed as he descended from his perch, moving his way to the crowd of hungry women, each fawning over his size and strength as they clawed to get his attention.

He paid them no mind, zeroing in on your goddess-like posture, not giving him a single indication that you were interested, even if inside you wanted to scrape the ever loving fuck out of his thick pectorals.

Your eyes met as he trudged through the seas of desperate cries and declarations of love from the girls below you, pushing them off like flies as he came to your eye level.

You crossed your legs, pushing your chest out like the lady you were, not breaking eye contact with the brave soldier before you.

“Y/N,” he muttered out amongst the music and cheer, his face the picture of seriousness as he spoke it to you.

“Phillip,” you recanted back, smoothing your garment over your midsection, only to look back up to see his cock, half hard and leaned to the left, precum leaking from the tip as his pecs rose and fell from his glistening chest.

“Will you join me in a dance?” moving a large hand in front of him as he begged you with his darkened eyes, to move off your throne of sorts, “please,” his voice changed slightly in desperation for your delicate hand.

You sat there, taking in the moment as it came, moving a hand to envelope in his as you lifted your effervescent figure to come to his nude form, feeling his cock press against your thigh as he took you in his arms.

“This way my dove,” he calmly led you through the mess of scowls and scoffs from the other bachelorettes, knowingly irritated at the fact that you’d bagged the hottest and most fertile warrior in the city.

It was the best festival week of your entire life, ending with the betrothal between the both of you, sealed by the Gods themselves.

(I’m sorry there’s no funny catchphrase I couldn’t find a way to weasel it in this kind of story lmao, but I did say cock a lot so there’s that!)

And last but certainly not least, the Holy Ghost himself, Rootin’ Tootin’ Shootin’ Cowboy Rustler Flip Zimmerman (Huckleberry)

It was a good ol’ fashioned country Christmas on the homestead, complete with snow, ice, and of course you tied up on the dining room table being stuffed seven different ways to Sunday like a holiday honey ham.

You’d already sustained your precious cowboy mercilessly face fucking you, cumming an unholy amount deep in your throat, the remnants mixing with your saliva as you laid spread wide open on the wood furniture.

Your breath heaving from your chest as you begged for Flip to continue his holiday quest of stuffing you full of him for Christmas.

“P-please Phil!” you begged, exhausted and wishing he’d touch you in the spot you so badly craved, “I-I!” stammering as he chuckled above you, lighting a cigarette, with is cowboy hat atop his head, and his naked hulking body heaving from his attack on your precious mouth.

“Ya know I love it when ya beg ta be stuffed like a Christmas stocking ma sweet vixen,” inhaling a drag of sweet nicotine as he watched your cunt gasp for his cock, dripping in anticipation as he made himself hard again watching your asshole pucker from the air in the room.

“Yer lil’ pussy’s beggin’ for me ain’t she?” he exhaled a cloud, gripping his half hard dick, smearing the remnants of your spit on his girth as he threw his head back form his own touch, “beggin’ to be stuffed like that damn turkey in the oven,” he cooed, ashing his filter in the tray by the doorway, rubbing his hands together as he surveyed your pretty figure, laid out for him.

“She o-only wants y-you,” whining as you tried to wrench your head around to see where he’d found himself, hoping he was mere inches away from your heat as you writhed in your restraints.

“Mhmm,” he mused, running his thick hands on your ass, smoothing the skin as he reared one hand to slap it with all the might he could, the ripple from the heat of the blow causing an instant five-star to bloom on the pristine cheek.

“I love these honey hams a yours darlin’,” he cooed, slapping the other cheek to match its twin, “there so, juicy,” eyes growing dark as he drank in your whines from the pained blows you’d sustained.

Stilling your hips to prod his thick cock at your weeping hole, the pressure causing you to lose your ever loving mind as you felt him penetrate your walls with a painfully slow motion, making your cunt eat him centimeter by centimeter.

“P-Phil!” screaming out and begging for more friction, trying to break free from your expertly knotted ties on the legs of the table.

“Uh huh darlin’,” he tsked, still inching himself in as you cried out into the living room, “naughty girls don’t get presents, don’t ya remember how the song goes sugar?” he chuckled, stilling himself for what seemed like hours before he started his assault on your tight little hole.

HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. I CANNOT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I WROTE I HOPE IT’S DECENT ENOUGH TO BE WORTHY OF THE WHALE COCK VIBES!

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

#the holy trinity #captain blowhole #this is sparta #im your huckleberry #this is the most cracked out au #i need a cigarette #or five packs of them stat #ask the bead night #ask the beads

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nancywheelxr · 4 years

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For a prompt (if you’re still taking them): Rosalie x Bella but the setting is The Secret History?? Yes that is purposely vague because I’m interested in what you’ll come up with.

Oh my god, these are two of my favorite things, I absolutely love this prompt and I really hope I’m making it justice to both Donna Tartt’s writing style and this premise!

( also, let’s just pretend there’s no murder or incest because. well. i didn’t want to include that. vampires is dram enough. )

Bella had not planned ahead of Hampden.

The idea alone of getting here had been a long distant dream, unattainable in its difficulties, and yet, after barrier after barrier were dropped by what had then felt like the invisible hands of Fate– she found herself overwhelmed by its uneventfulness.

That first week, she had passed as if in a dream, haunting the halls of her dorm in search of something to do, someplace to be. Jessica Stanley, the girl who lived two doors down her own, had done her best to entice Bella into embracing the nightlife of the campus. "A party or two won't kill you, Bella," she had said more than once, red nails glinting in the ceiling lights, "aren't you like, from California or something?"

In hindsight, one might say it could’ve, it did. At the time, though, Bella had not corrected her, too conflicted between Forks and Phoenix, two towns so unlike one another, she wondered what that said about her.

In any case, maybe that's why she had been so drawn to them in the first place. When placed against the grey backdrop of cloudy Hampden, their mismatched group had seemed to glow, lighthouses in the underwhelming sea of students.

Honestly, how could Bella not be hopelessly drawn?

She had seen Emmet first, his large figure standing out in the crowd, laughing at something, loud and careless, and his beer had sloshed dangerously closed to spilling from the crytal-clear glass in his head. That, too, had struck her as odd, even then– a glass cup in a dorm party full of red cups– and to this day, Bella could map out the way moonlight had glistened on his pale skin, a Greek statue, fluid and alive. She hadn’t approached him that first night, even if her eyes lingered on absurd difference of his posture and Jessica explained in excruciating details who he was and why she should not get herself invested in a lost cause, but after noticing, after knowing about them, Bella couldn’t help picking out the flashes of their presence all over the campus.

Next, came Alice, a nymph of a girl, with her pixie haircut and bubbling smiles, floating through the grass in strange clothes that made her look inexplicably ethereal, half-there, half-somewhere else. The first time she saw her, Alice had an umbrella over her head in the rare sunny day, and Bella had thought it strangely endearing, smiling to her book as Alice breezed past, the faint smell of cherries and lavender following. Later, she would find that Alice had not taken that path through the grass by chance, but a deliberate attempt at seeing Bella in person, in the present, living and breathing and alive.

Then, there had been Edward. This one had been nothing but luck, or, as Bella had been rather inclined to believe at the time, Fate or something of that effect. His red hair had been a flame of color in the library, making his hesitancy at the threshold all the more noticeable, and Bella had taken in his pressed shirt and dress shoes and prayed fiercely he’d find another empty seat that wasn’t at her table. With a pained expression, Edward had sitten down across her, his hold on the edges of the desk white-knuckled, and it had not taken him fifteen minutes to abruptly stand up, chair screeching on the floor, and dash out the open doors. Bella had tried not to take it to heart and failed– if this were to be her first impression with the mysterious Classics class, she couldn’t bear to think of her odds of enrolling.

Of course, one can not forget the twins. Jasper and Rosalie Hale. The similarities between them were easily spotted from a distance– both are golden-haired in a way that glimmers in the light as if true gold, curling at the ends, and regally tall, heads held high as if bearing an invisible crown. Apollo and Artemis, side by side, their divinity like a halo shimmering in the air around them. Jasper with his melancholic eyes and perpetually haunted expression thrives in the gloom of the town, a true Byronic hero in his quiet demeanor and bottomless devotion towards Alice.

And Rosalie– here, Bella can’t find the words to accurately transmit the truth. How can one describe true divinity? How do you explain the exhilarating surprise of finding the closest thing to a goddess in modern times? Anything Bella could say is inevitably tainted by her own biased view; Bella could never be neutral when it came to Rosalie, not even in the beginning, not even now. Ice queen, Jessica had called her, but Bella had never agreed with that description– queen is too little a title for Rosalie and how can you blame a deity for not concerning herself with mortal affairs? Just the idea of Rosalie in a house party is enough to send Bella into a laughing fit, no matter how many years go by.

So yes, Bella had been a bit in love with the Classics class before she had even knocked on Carlisle door, but no one would ever be able to claim her heart and soul quite in the way Rosalie did, not then, not ever.

Perhaps, it's only that in the same way things often do, that group lost shine when looked from up close – once she was side by side with them, it was easier to see them as people rather than the cryptic image they telegraphed. Not that she loved them any less; again, as things often do, her love just shifted.

Still, it wasn't easy. Carlisle turned her down twice, warmly polite every time, before yielding to her stubbornness; privately, Bella thought it was her love for Paradise Lost that did it, not strictly a Classic, but a personal favorite of Carlisle nonetheless. Of course, years later, she'd find that while quoting Dante did work to endear her to him, it had been Alice's pleading that solidified his decision, her talks of future days, laughing in a town by the woods, a fireplace running while music played quiet.

Never let it be said that Carlisle doesn't put his children's happiness above everything else.

That had been about two weeks ago. When Bella walked into class now, the scene she finds while looking fitting for a renaissance painting, was rapidly becoming normal for her. Edward and Jasper sitting on their desk, speaking in low tones with eyebrows drawn together, worried and fearful and terribly melancholic, tragic heroes of the turn of the century, Emmet playing on his phone, the electronic chime drifting jarringly in the picturesque atmosphere, Alice glancing up from her magazine, clippings scattered around her desk, and grinning up at Bella just a second too soon to be a coincidence, hair spiking at all directions, a nymph stranded in the city, her magic wild on her eyes, and finally– Rosalie, sitting on the window sill and looking out at the fields, face impassive, the sun catching in her hair like golden threads, a perfect statue, and Bella wonders if this is what Paris saw every time he walked into Helen's tower; if so, it'd make sense for him to go to war over it.

Bella took the desk closest to Alice, skin burning in a way it shouldn't, not when it was untouched like this, and her bones sang to find a different direction. These first few days, they were wonderfully confusing, and there were times she wished to go back to them, to the simplicity of ignorance.

But then, of course, Rosalie would press a kiss to her lips, drinking the nostalgy out of her mouth, and Bella would forget why she'd look at the beginning as anything other than that– the turning point of her life, the starting of something new.

#twilight #rosella #Bella Swan #rosalie hale #rosalie x bella #the secret history #look an ask #twilight tag #rosella tag #tsh au

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xvangoghssunflowerx · 4 years

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Artemis Muirgel Profile

Credit for template: @hogwartsmysterystory

Identity

Name: Artemis Muirgel (nicknames are Arty by her sister. Everyone else would just use Artemis).

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: December 21, 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pure blood-ish (father is a wizard, mother is a squib from a long line of pure bloods from Mexico).

Sexuality: Bi

Alignment: lawful good

Ethnicity: Latina Caucasian

Nationality: Mexican Irish

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INFJ

The Mage

Wand:

Pine wood

Dragon Heartstring core

11" 3/4

Rigid Flexibility

"The straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. Many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, and I can confirm this in as much as I have never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. The pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic."

Animagus: Polar Bear

Misc Magical Abilities:

Occlumens/Legilimens: She was able to master this ability since she was a toddler due to her fear of her mother being attacked.

Wandless Magic: Has been able to do this since she was a baby, though at random. She was able to master this at Hogwarts.

Bogart Form: A wolf being hunted by an angry mob.

Riddikulus Form: The mob turning into butterflies and the wolf happily chasing them.

Amortentia: She would smell like the ocean breeze and mangos (her favourite).

Amortentia: freshly baked cookies, and pickles/gherkins. (Chiara, I'm assuming, since this is all I have 😂).

Patronus: Polar Bear

" Polar bears are native to the Arctic region and are one of the largest species of bears. When hungry, a real polar bear can be unpredictable and vicious. They’ve even been known to eat humans in circumstances like these. A polar bear Patronus, however, would direct that ferocity at a Dementor and send it packing out of fear of getting a chunk bitten out of its creepy behind."

Patronus Memory: Seeing the ocean for the first time, playing with her sister, when she became friends with Chiara.

Mirror of Erised: She would see herself, at age 11, graduating Hogwarts. Then later sees herself and Chiara, both wearing white dresses.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Protego: she uses this spell when she helps Chiara on the night of the full moon.

Expecto Patronum: Learned this spell out of curiosity to find out her animal or if she could even cast one.

Expelliarmus: Loves using this spell the most to not hurt others.

Skald: Uses this as a last resort. Scalding pressurized water. (Made up spell since there's not very many water spells).

Appearance

Faceclaims: (random images on internet. Younger on left. Older on right. )

Game Appearance:

Height: 5'05"

Weight: 135lbs

Physique: A bit mascular, full hour glass shape.

Eye color: Brown

Hair: Dark brown, wavy thick. She likes having it down. She only puts her hair back if she's in potions, or herbology.

Skin tone: Fair light sand.

Body Modifications: two ear piercings.

Scarring: Left hand on her two fingers.

Inventory: Sometimes has her wand on her, usually not. Her favourite book (magic book from her mother's native people).

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ilvermorny: N/A

Affiliations/Organizations:

Slytherin

Prefect

Head Girl

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Ministry of Magic

Professions:

Prefect

Head Girl

Spy for Order of the Phoenix

Ministry of Magic

Muggle Liaisons Office

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★★★★★★★★★★

Charms: ★★★★★★★★★✰︎

DADA:★★★★★★★★✰︎✰︎

Flying: ★★★★★★★★★✰︎

Herbology: ★★★★★★★★★★

History of Magic: ★★★★★★★★★★

Potions: ★★★★★★★★★★★

Transfiguration:★★★★★★★★★★

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures

Alchemy

Muggle Studies

Quidditch:

She loves to fly, but hates competing. She'd much rather watch than play the "brutal sport".

Extra Curricular:

Potions club (though difficult to start one, but Penny managed to convince Snape).

Herbology Club

Favourite Professors:

Professor Severus Snape: Always diligent in his class, she admires how easily he can brew potions.

Professor Aurora Sinestra: She loves the constellations and space. Therefore, she was quite ecstatic to finally have a professor dedicated to it.

Professor Silvanus Kettleburn: She loves how cooky and eccentric he is, but also loves to learn about the many creatures he's worked with.

Least Favourite Professors:

None

Relationships

Sister: Marimar Muirgel

Pureblood-ish

Slightly shorter than Artemis (1/2"), short light brown hair but died red, with brown eyes.

Sorted into Hufflepuff when she was in Hogwarts

Protective, lost in her thoughts, she's stubborn and won't back down when her parents tell her no.

Wandless Magic

Works at a store in Hogsmeade

Father: Beacon Calder Muirgel

Pureblood Wizard

Tall man, slim, blue eyes, short thick red hair with beard.

Sorted into Hufflepuff when at Hogwarts.

Fought in the 1st Wizarding War.

Prefers not to fight, but will do anything to protect his family.

Patronus: Irish Hare

Job: Auror

Mother: Tochtli Ichtaca Muirgel

Squib from a pureblood family of native Aztecs

Short slim woman with dark brown hair, sleek and straight, brown eyes.

She stayed in hiding during the first wizarding war with her two daughters.

She's very hot tempered and energetic.

She may not have magic, but she knows plenty of things from her family that she taught to her daughters.

Love Interest: Chiara Lobosca

They met in 1st year during the investigation of the werewolf on campus. They didn't become friends right away due to Chiara's wanting to keep her distance from anyone.

After a lot of convincing and help from Artemis, they officially became friends the following year.

It took until 6th year for Artemis to finally confess her feelings to Chiara. Though, Chiara rejected her, for fear of hurting Artemis, even though she does indeed love her.

Artemis has backed off, but still remaining friends until graduation. When she asked Chiara to live with her, for her protection. Chiara accepted her offer.

It took two years of living together for Chiara to finally open up her heart, much to Artemis' surprise. It happened one night, when Artemis took her to the nearby forest for the full moon. After the sun had risen, the muggle villagers, who had finally caught on to the werewolf living in their midst, prepared a gun with silver bullets which they fired at Chiara, now back in human form. Artemis had thrown herself in front of Chiara. They apparated out of the village, where Chiara healed her up, apologizing profusely. To which Artemis just looked at her with a smile, happy to see that Chiara was unharmed.

The two of them fought in the battle of Hogwarts.

After the incident in the muggle village, they moved to a cottage far away from anyone on a cliff facing the sea.

They got married in secret. Her sister, Penny, Liz, Barnaby and Charlie were in attendance.

Took Borf with them after graduating.

Best Friends:

Penny Haywood

Charlie Weasley

Barnaby Lee

Liz Tuttle

Rival:

None. She doesn't like competition.

Enemy:

Fenrir Greyback

Death Eaters

Voldemort

Dormmates:

Rowan Khanna

Liz Tuttle

Ismelda Murk

Pets:

American short hair brown and black tabby named Loki (Artemis')

Black short hair cat named Squeaky (mother's)

Fluffy ragdoll cat named Michaelangelo (mother's)

Orange short hair cat tabby named Spaghetti (mother')

White persian Himalayan cat with blue eyes named Blizzard (mother's)

Fruit bat named Waffles

Brown Owl named Cherry (family)

Closest Canon Friends:

Charlie Weasley

Barnaby Lee

Penny Haywood

Liz Tuttle

Closest MC Friends:

🤷‍♀️

Background/History

Artemis grew up in the port town of Dingle. She loved going down to the beach to watch the waves crashing against the shore. Her sister was always off doing something, so Artemis was often left alone.

She was very fascinated by the muggles in her neighborhood and always asked to borrow their things.

She conjured up the scalding water spell on her own one day, when a suspicious man tried taking her with him.

She was a precocious child, always asking questions beyond her age.

She learned Legilimens and Occlumens as a toddler due to the much hate the wizarding community had towards her mother for not only being a squib, but from a foriegn country. She would often get into the minds of people she thought were harmful or mean to make sure they stayed away from her mother.

At Hogwarts, she became fast friends with Barnaby and Penny during potions class in their first year. She made friends with Chiara in their second year as well as Liz. Then made friends with Charlie during their care of magical creatures class.

She hates causing trouble and tries her best to avoid Tulip, Jae, and Tonks. Though, occasionally she'll talk with Tonks.

Personality

Introverted: She just prefers to be by herself, with others like her or extroverts who respect her quiet nature. She'd much rather snuggle with a book all day than talk, unless she felt comfortable around that person.

She loves swimming and anything nature related. Or just staring up at the night sky.

Misc

Has Gaelic ancestry and Aztec Ancestry

Her father and mother teach her and her sister of both Gaelic and Aztec culture.

She speaks Spanish, Nahuatl, English, and Gaelic.

On her mother's side run seeresses and on her father's side run animagus.

Her love of muggles lead to her taking up a postion in the ministry in that department. Though, she finds out quickly that it is one-sided. She tries her best to see the good in muggles and wants them to coexist with witches and wizards in a friendly manner.

She ends up separating herself from her parents when they discouraged her from getting involved with Chiara. (Since graduation).

Her theme music is: Boyish by Japanese Breakfast and Tú by Maye

#artemis muirgel #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #harry potter: hogwarts mystery #oc #character profile

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artemisyaxley · 5 years

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❝ I was a living star. I was combustion. I was a new sun born to shatter air and eat the earth. I am ruination.❞

KARLA SOUZA? No, that’s actually ARTEMIS YAXLEY. Only TWENTY-SIX years old, this RAVENCLAW alumni works as an UNSPEAKABLE and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. SHE/THEY identifies as AGENDER and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be DISTANT, CRYPTIC, and AMORAL but also MACHIAVELLIAN, CURIOUS, and KNOWLEDGEABLE.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Sherlock Holmes ( Book & Elementary TV Series ),Natasha Romanoff ( Marvel Comics ), Rosa Diaz ( Brooklyn 99 ), Alice Quinn & Julia Wicker ( The Magicians )

TRIGGERS: slight misgendering. if i missed some, please let me know!

The Yaxley’s are a notable family within the Sacred 28 -- a legacy only strengthened by Corban Yaxley during the First and Second Wizarding Wars. Akin to Death Eater royalty, the family has been paying their dues and been loyal to the Dark Lord, blood purism & the power within society it rendered for as long as time has stood. The standard was perfection, the game was simple: stay loyal, stay powerful. Artemis knew from a young age what was and wasn’t expected of her and she played the role of dutiful daughter perfectly. The matriarchs were given just as much responsibility as their patriarch counterpart, if anything, Artemis had less room for indiscretions than her brother -- because he was the one who asked questions. She had them, but she never asked them -- Apollo always did. Always pushing the envelope, always pushing boundaries until he was old enough to properly break them, Artemis continuously picked up the slack. She compensated for his lack of respect because her brother Apollo was her sun, her best friend, the person she entered the world with, because he loved her and knew her better than anyone else. The game of chess came easy to her because she’d been playing one her whole life, every move several steps ahead, every loss calculated, backup plans to backup plans made.

As a child she was always fascinated with things far away, things she couldn’t touch because although the environment she grew up in was not bad by any means -- it was stifling. The stars were her escape, they alerted her to a different world, the great what if, cultivating a deep love for astronomy and muggle philosophers -- anything she could get her hands on. Apollo always pushed her to keep going, to keep learning, her family encouraged her to live inside their world while he told her she could do more. Book upon book was stashed in secret locations around their manor. The Yaxley’s were livid when they caught Apollo encouraging Artemis’ fantasies ( what they called them ), even more livid that Artemis let them. In turn, they became better at hiding, better at sneaking, just better at deceiving their parents. As they grew older and Apollo became more vocal, Artemis knew that if the path he went on was going to continue to be against what their family stood for -- he’d be quietly disowned or worse.

Entering school was an escape, another chess board and a place where Artemis was finally able to properly nurture and challenge her mind. Ravenclaw was the perfect house for her, talking in riddles herself when she could for the thrill of it ( how else would she separate those worthy of her time and not? ), lies rolled off her tongue easier than ever as the person who walked barefoot around the Astronomy Tower at night and wore heels to societal functions by day had to learn to reconcile who she was while at school. Faced with more people, new people, curiosity and the pursuit for intelligence, her mind expand and she loved it. Artemis tried to be even more for her family, while Wesley Rowle was already a close friend ( more than close, a mindmate ) of Artemis’ & someone she’s happy to spend her life with, their betrothal was an extremely advantageous affair for the both of their families. In her last year of school, Artemis hoped that Apollo would shape up and that her betrothal, her doing everything she possibly could to take the pressure off of him, would help him to be able to finally take his role as who he was in the Yaxley family -- he left. Of course, Artemis forgave her brother because she understood his motives and she loved him very very much but her family recoiled from the loss and put more pressure than ever on Artemis to succeed. Succeed she did. She was so good at the game it felt like she was meant for it.

Naturally, her love for knowledge propelled her into becoming an UNSPEAKABLE and it’s probably one of the aspects of her life she enjoyed most. Still one to talk in riddles to see who keeps up with her, almost everything she does in that sense – confusing & frustrating – is a defense mechanism. Her observant nature means she notices everything, although she doesn’t always understand it ( especially Muggle culture ) she’s always interested. Though she often seems to be neutral in demeanor, she never is in mindset, be sure to know that Artemis is watching you, observing you, collecting data to use against you as well as she doesn’t understand people as much as her brother did. Definitely the more sociable and pleasant of the two, Apollo had a gift with people and was always just kinder, more open than she could ever be. His gift was his heart that hers, though it’s her most prized possession that she felt was a curse at times, was her mind.

She was given a choice when the war started again -- become a monster or let the person she loved most die. Was a monster still a monster if they had valid and noble reason for it? Are they still a monster if they don’t believe in the monstrous acts they’re about to commit? ( Always. A monster is a monster the minute they choose to shed their human skin and bear the monstrosities as their own. )

There was once a girl who believed in the stars never once thinking she’d be the one to shoot them dead. Unlike the way stars have to collapse into themselves – she always had a choice. Neutrality was just as bad as the Death Eaters in Artemis’ eyes, a person who usually lived in the grey was black and white about this one thing. If she was going to commit such sins, if she was going to sell her soul to the cause, she was going to be extraordinarily bad. She was going to become a monster to live with being a monster her girlhood wrung out like a death, the girl who looked at stars and wondered about them, starting pinning them down, to dissect, study, keep them for herself. Artemis is smarter than to believe she is a god, to believe she, Wes & her family are invincible because power shifts all the time -- what’s to say they won’t be next to be thrown under the guillotine?

She is the member of the family who helps them plan, strategize, how to collect power and keep it. Many other Yaxley family members in higher up positions, littered throughout the Ministry, she played her part in writing them in the stars so their legacy could last millions of years before burning out. It wasn’t that she wanted power, not really not for herself, but Artemis needed to play a part to convince even herself that her life on a day to day basis had significance. For a person who could be described as machiavellian, Artemis’ finds this acquisition of power to be more of a requirement than a personal necessity, the lack of freedom would be remedied and easier to deal with, the deaths, the murder, the destruction, the endless chess game of life, would mean something if Apollo was still alive & well -- wouldn’t it? It would. The further down the rabbit hole Artemis went, the more she found herself enthralled with a game that is a merely a distraction, her humanity straying further away from her as finds ways to give into her life.

There are days she finds herself, looking at the stars, thinking of another universe where she’d never have to make the choices she did, where she sees infinite possibilities, the outcomes of who she could’ve been. There was a time where Artemis found herself among the stars, where she saw herself as one, so distant from everyone around her but content, anciently bursting with life, even if dimly lit, collapsing into her own mind, only to become something anew as more knowledge fed her light. The girl she once was had disappeared, had been shut away, the light in herself something she was unable to find replaced by a gift to be terrible, her goodness caved into itself revealing something dark. The light had always been Apollo’s speciality, she only took it from him, she only consumed -- even from the person she loved most. The more she looked up at them now, the more she consumed of people, situations, things, the more it hit her. Was she ever like them, really? Artemis was always more black hole than wishing star. Had she really ever had a chance to be anything else?

RANDOM NOTE ( tw: slight misgendering ): As a writer I think there’s an interesting thing in how Artemis’ gender presents itself in relation to her familial background -- she’s seen as a woman by her family but she’s aware and the people closest to her are aware that she’s agender. She’s felt a connection to the power that being a patriarch & matriarch in the Yaxley family has, but she’s never identified herself with it. In fact, gender has never been something she’s connected to as a concept or a thing for herself. Artemis is very interested in gender theory and the like but due to her life, has not let herself delve into it further than to explain who she was to herself and to understand who she was for herself.

#ill never use that gif for artemis so im using it HERE #iidyintro

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pippip-cheerio · 5 years

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Chapter two - Ivy (again) - Don’t repost to another social media or fanfic site

PSA: You can reblog it here, guys XD. Just not to instagram or wattpad or something

Ok,so I'm guessing you want to know how I got my telekinesis? Well,it all started when I was trying to fly...

I was in my room,trying to muster up the power to lift me gently off the ground. I’ve always wanted to fly,or at least feel what wind feels like. The closest thing to wind I’ve felt is the AC on high speed. I was holding onto the wall for something to help balance me if I did lift up. But... it turned out I emitted too much power at once and hit my head on the ceiling, knocking myself out in the process.It made a small hole in the roof.

When I woke up to myself lying in my bed with a cloth on my head and some painkillers next to me on the bedside table,I noticed my foot was in something white,like a sock. I turned my head to see Artemis walk in and smile with relief.

‘Oh,you're awake.Your foot is sprained because you landed in a bad position. You can't walk for a week, so Hecate gave you telekinesis so you can float stuff towards you. If you get a headache or your foot begins to hurt,take two pills. You can't have anymore nectar.'She explained.

'How much are two?Apollo couldn’t heal all of it?'I asked,confused. He is the god of healing...

'You needed to get telekinesis. And what do you mean “how much are two?” Do you not know how to count,or speak?' She asked simply,like she forgot.

‘I didn’t do the school!And why couldn’t Hecate just gaves it to me?'I asked, in confuzzlement.

'We needed an excuse to give it to you.'

‘Excuse to trap me for longer?'

Artemis sighed. 'There was a war going on,Ivory. We needed to keep you safe here. I know your perfectly capable of fighting a monster, but hundreds at a time...that's not so easy,especially with someone with no training. I know you've got a lot of powers,but you could easily overexert yourself again and the monsters can harm you. Your fathers think it's safer for you to stay here until the wars are over.'

‘Why couldn’t you teached me to fight?The war be done?!' I shouted.

'That doesn't make any sense.'

‘Not my faults nobodies teach English.'

'We're too busy.I've told you that already.'

‘Doing what?!' I screamed. I had enough. It sounded legitimate the first few times but after the next million times, it just started to sound like an excuse.

'You gotta move sky, took all of the time?Can’t you come at bright when Apollo moves sun?!'

'Ivory!!That is no way to talk to a goddess!!'I raised you-'

'You meants you came to my more than all other gods?!You did caring me, you come when nightmares!!'

'Fine!I'll just treat you like all the other gods do!'She shouted back then left my room and slammed the door.I pulled my knee up to my face and cried.Why did I push everyone away?All I wanted was to be loved...

============I broke the line help (line breaker)============

When my leg was healed, I walked over to the hole and made it bigger. I made sure it was safe by adding some weights I made appear then made it float to the roof to see how much it could hold. Luckily, It could hold over 1000 kilograms, so I was definitely safe staying up there. There was already a floor,like floorboards, so someone must of been there before.

I discovered a note on parchment that was laid on the dusty floor, that I had to make float because it was so old if I touched it would disintegrate. After I learnt how to read and count, I read it. I never told anyone about it. What if they took it away?

So apparently,10 000 years ago there was another boy named Zacc that was also a child of the Big Three,and he stayed here too. For 16 and a half years.He drew a picture of himself (with some charcoal,probably),and wrote colours next to it. He had black hair, blue eyes and was quite scrawny. I didn't what those colours looked like but there was another picture on the back. It was Hercules,his brother. He was allowed to use his powers-when he was living here-as much as he pleased. I,however,am not.Not after I knocked myself out.

Up there I have a spare quilt that I hot glued to the floor, so it wouldn't move and to make the floor more comfortable.I have a small box for a little table to put my food,drinks,etc. On the walls, there are Christmas lights in blue and purple.

I sighed and walked over to my quilt and lay down on my back.I do have a few small pillows, but I didn't bother to use them.I started to talk to Mr Voice In My Head, who is a voice in my head that is a different person. He’s a male and shows me his memories of being in the outside world. We can't tell each other our ages,names or godly parents because if we try, it just goes blank and quiet.

Mr Voice In My Head?

Yeah?

I’m bored.

Ok...do you want me to show you memories?

Ok.

MEMORY (She can see it through her eyes, and when she turns her head she can see what’s happening to the left, even if the person's memory is looking at one particular spot.)

The campfire was burning bright;excited people with orange shirts with words were sitting around excitedly. I looked to the left and a girl, who has been in most of his memories was there. She had blond hair and grey eyes,the campfire making her glow. Next to her was a very tan girl,with choppy brown hair and eyes that changed colour. Next to her was a boy, with big muscles,glasses and blond hair. I looked to the right and saw a girl of dark colour,with curly brown hair and gold eyes. Next to her as a much larger man, in both height and muscle mass,with straight black hair and kind eyes. They were holding hands. Next to them, a short boy wearing all black,sitting next to a blonde haired, blue eyed boy that had light coming out of his ears.

'Hazel!'The short black haired boy shouted. The dark skin-coloured girl, who I'm assuming was Hazel, turned to face him.

'Yeah?'

'Help, I'm being held here against my Will.'

Hazel laughed.

The glasses-less blonde haired boy had his arm around the black haired boys shoulders.The black haired boys face went red and he dug his face into his shirt. The glasses-less boy chuckled and kissed the top of the black haired boys head.

END OF MEMORY

I was lying on my bed,watching Youtube on my TV. Its a “smart TV” so I can go on the internet on the it, controlling it by my remote. I was watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part two,because hey why not. I was sitting up, with my knees up to my chest and a blue fluffy blanket over my shoulders and legs. My head rested on my knees.

'Harry Potter...the boy who lived...come to die...'The TV blared. I decided it was two loud, and turned it down a notch or two.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!!'

Green light lit up the room. There was a knock on my door. I paused the movie,sighing. It just got good. Er,gooder.

'Ivory,are you decent?' I heard dad say. I couldn't tell between the two voices,but it definitely wasn't a minor god (not part of the big three). I looked down at myself-grey tracksuit pants with the Gryffindor crest on the left leg. My shirt was dark blue with the Mickey Mouse face in silver (no facial features, just the outline) I shrugged.

‘Person?Nuh.’I called back,giggling.’Yeah.'

Someone opened the door, and I saw Poseidon.I haven't seen him since I was 14. A year ago.

'Dad!'I gasped and ran to hug him. He hugged back. He was the only god or goddess I could hug, because Zeus would get a bit mad and say he couldn't touch me, Apollo and Artemis haven't hugged me since I was...nine?ten?I forgot. But it was a while ago. Before I was a teen. The boy standing next to him was wearing a red hoodie with brown cargo shorts and black tennis shoes. His hair was brown and curly-like a satyr's. He was shouldering a black backpack and I could see a tool belt poking out from underneath his jumper.

'This is Leo,son of Hephaestus.He’s going to stay for a bit.'The boy walked in and dad smiled and then shut the door.

'Hey.I'm Leo.'

What do I say? What do I do? He was smiling,do I smile back? He shook his palm in front of me. What was that called again? A wave? Then, realization hit me like the killing curse on Harry.

'...you...boy that looked happy at me....'

'Uh...oh!You mean the field trip thing...yeah.' He smiled a half smile. I smiled back.

'So...do you live here?' He asked, looking around.

'Yeah,when I was birthed they put me here.I dunno why.'

'Cool cool...you like Harry Potter?' His eyes lit up as soon as he saw the TV screen.

I nodded. ’Best.'

'Awesome!'He held his palm up again, but it was higher and not moving.I waved, confused. He chuckled, then gently grabbed my wrist and his my palm against his.

'Its a high-five.'

'Oh.'

I've always wanted to try this, so I smiled and and said ‘Look at me.' Then teleported to my roof area.

#chapter two #fanfiction #living on olympus

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audreyandherocs · 6 years

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First Date

Kaldur x OC

Prompt: Avery and Kaldur have their first date

Avery and the girls of the team had gathered in the kitchen, dressed in aprons. There were pots of water boiling away and an array of utensils ready to be used.

“Alright,” said Avery tying her black hair back as a pony tail, “Let’s get started.”

Avery started to open bags of chocolate and the girls started to unwrap all the different chocolates.

“Why did you buy bars of white and dark chocolate but have a bag of milk chocolate?” asked M’gann.

“Buying barks of milk chocolate is a lot cheaper than buying each individual bars” explained Avery as she started to portion the chocolate, “but we won’t be using a whole lot of dark chocolate or white chocolate though so we’re using bars instead.”

“You’re explaining from experience?” asked Artemis as she snuck a piece of chocolate into her mouth.

“You tend to learn after you spent years of making valentine’s chocolate” said Avery, before getting the other ingredients of nuts and fruit. “The number of people I make chocolate though seem to only grow.”

“Ooooh~” teased Zatanna as she snickered. “Who was the lucky guy?”

Avery rolled her eyes and smiled while shaking her eyes.

“For Batman” said Avery.

“Wait, what?!”

Avery looked at her teammates and friends. “It was after he took me in. I wanted to do something for him and it was coincidentally Valentine’s day. So I made a bunch of chocolates with mixed nuts so he could take it on patrol. After that, it was then Robin, then Superman, then Wonder Woman, Flash, and things just happened.”

“So…why chocolate?” asked Raquel.

Avery shrugged, “Who doesn’t like chocolate? It was easy to make for each person.”

Picking up the knife, Avery started chopping the chocolate into pieces. “It was also at that time I didn’t know how to express myself properly- so making chocolates were a way for me to say ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’.”

“Avery…” said M’gann who hugged her.

Avery smiled sadly before she looked at her teammates, “Old habits die hard.”

Avery began to melt the chocolate using the double-boiling method and the girls started to melt bowls of chocolate.

Prepping the molds that she had, they all began to work.

“This is kind of fun actually” said Artemis, smiling.

Avery grinned, “Right? It’s so soothing” she said while making several batches of chocolate.

“You do this every year girl?” questioned Raquel as she saw the amount Avery was making.

Avery was working on a separate table and had half of it. There were chocolate molds here and there while Avery was sprinkling in other ingredients, from almonds to dried fruit.

The electromaster laughed, “Yeah- seems a bit excessive isn’t it?”

“That’s a lot of dedication though” said Zatanna as she took Avery’s offering of chocolate almonds.

“The lengths I go for the people I love” said Avery, chuckling to herself.

Quickly getting them to the cooling station, Avery took out a different mold. She stared at it before taking a deep breath and worked on a complete new set.

“Is that one for Kaldur?” asked M’gann, floating over to watch.

Avery nodded with a small blush on her face. “This is the first time I’m giving someone romantic chocolate…”

“Awwwww” teased her friends.

Avery just grinned sheepishly, “I just hope it turns out well.”

“I’m sure Kaldur will be fine with whatever you get him Avery” Artemis pointed out.

“I still don’t want to give him overly-sweet chocolate though!” argued Avery.

Her teammates and friends looked at each other and shrugged with small smiles. Oh boy, if only she knew.

When the chocolates had hardened, then began the packaging. M’gann hummed happily as she made one for Conner and Artemis was stuck on how to package hers for Wally.

Zatanna and Raquel helped Avery pack her chocolates for the masses. They also watched Avery delicately packing hers and wrapping them carefully.

“That is surprisingly calming” commented Raquel, looking at Avery’s thin fingers.

“After a while, it’s almost therapeutic” smirked Avery, unaware of Raquel’s true commentary.

Zatanna giggled before they resumed packing.

After all the chocolate work was over, now it was time for the true reason the girls were here.

“Now, let’s you prepped for the big date!” said Raquel as M’gann threw Avery’s closest open.

Avery sat on her bed, drinking her cup of hot chocolate; as they used the remaining leftover chocolate and mixed it with milk. At the same time, Avery was trying to cover her increasing blush.

Before all this happened, it was discovered that Avery and Kaldur hadn’t gone onto an actual date. Sure they had gotten out together walking by the beach or out to eat but that was more casual then anything.

The two saw each other anyways at the mountain most of the time, so they hanged out that way. They were mostly busy with missions and other obligations- Kaldur with his duties with Aquaman and the team while Avery was busy with her own work from school to her being not well enough to go out.

But when Valentine’s Day was approaching, Kaldur saw it as an opportunity to go out on a date.

There were no foreseen missions as they had just finished out quite recently and Avery seemed well enough to go out too.

It was perfect timing.

Which led to Avery’s panic when she realized, she hadn’t been on a date before and no idea how to dress.

Thus the situation now.

“You surprisingly have a lot of cute and lady like clothes Aves” said Artemis, holding up a dress.

Avery folded her hands in her lap, “Those…are from Uncle Luthor and Uncle Ra’s.”

Everyone froze and looked at each other.

Then they looked at Avery, looking for an explanation.

“Before…I was with my current guardian and my parents were still alive, it wasn’t uncommon for them to visit me. Ra’s would give me clothes to wear so whenever I ‘visited’ the League, I kept up appearances. Luthor would be clothes every so often and I would wear them whenever we had brunch or an outing together.”

“Do they still…” asked Zatanna.

Avery pressed a finger to her lips and gave a thin smile.

“Sometimes” she said.

“Okay, tell me why you call them Uncle Luthor and Uncle Ra’s, which seems a bit freaky to me” said Raquel, still not fully aware.

Avery looked at Raquel and gave a tired smile. “I call them my uncles because Luthor is my honourary uncle that I’ve known since I was little. As for Ra’s….let’s just say he’s known my family since long before I was born.”

There was awkward silence and Avery closed her eyes. She could feel her friend’s emotions to her words: unease, fear, surprise…

Avery opened her eyes and clapped her hands together- shocking everyone.

Smiling, Avery spoke “Have you guys found anything yet?”

Remembering their motive, the girls began to search Avery’s closet. Piles of clothes started to increase and Avery listened to her friends argue which one would be better when paired.

Avery continued to smile, even if she wasn’t in the inside.

For now, the crisis was averted.

One thing at a time.

….

…

It was Valentine’s day.

Earlier, Avery had given her chocolates to their intended recipient.

Avery visited the Justice League tower and started finding them. The Flash was one of the first as he happily took a bite of his giant portion. Martian Manhunter followed and Avery grinned when J’onn took a happy taste of his own.

Then the two heroes helped Avery locate the rest of the others. Superman came and kissed Avery’s forehead after receiving his own portion.

Avery then found Green Arrow and Black Canary before giving them their paired chocolate. Green Arrow was gleefully enjoying the arrow head chocolates while Dinah kissed Avery’s cheek; thanking her for the chocolate.

Then when she found Bruce, they were alone. Avery waited and Bruce turned around, seeing her chocolate.

She smiled and he took it. Avery smiled when she saw the corners of his mouth twitching upwards and he took a bite of his chocolate.

Then came the rest.

Avery gave her chocolates to the rest of her teammates and event to the girls; who were unaware of that she even made some for them.

Then came Kaldur, who she hadn’t seen earlier and would see him later. She would give him his chocolate later tonight.

Avery smoothed down her clothes and looked at herself one more time, with her phone camera. The girls had helped her get dressed and did her hair too.

They finally settled her choice of clothes of a pink dress went to her knees with frilled sleeves. There were enough frills to provide some volume but it wasn’t puffy. A black ribbon was tied around the waist, showing off her waist and provided some contrast. A shawl wrapped around her shoulders. With white stockings, what finished it was her little red shoes.

“You look wonderful, Avery.”

The said girl turned and smiled when she saw Kaldur.

Instead of his usual blue jacket and black khaki pants, Kaldur was dressed in a light blue dress shirt with a light black jacket. He also wore fitting black pants and when Avery looked down, she saw the flowers in his hands.

“Happy Valentine’s Day” smiled Kaldur as he handed her the flowers.

Avery took them carefully and brought them to her nose. She picked up the sweet scent and she smiled.

“Thank you Kaldur’ahm.”

Kaldur kissed Avery’s forehead, receiving a small giggle.

“You’re welcome, my love.”

Avery dug into her purse and took out a wrapped blue box.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kaldur’ahm.”

Kaldur was surprise but took the box. He carefully opened it and smiled at the candy.

There were 6 pieces of candy. Half of them were in the shape of sea stars and the other half were made in the shape of seashells.

“You made this?” he asked, surprised and touched.

Avery nodded and had a sheepish smile.

“How did you know?” she asked, curious.

Kaldur chuckled, “The others had told me of your yearly tradition and told me to look forward to it- now they know we are dating. Though, I didn’t expect to receive a unique one.”

Avery cleared her throat, “I hope it is to your taste.”

Kaldur smiled and took a piece. He brought it to his mouth and chewed it. He could taste the familiar sweetness but it his preferred sweetness. Not too bitter but not too overly sweet. He could also taste bites of Himalayan salt and made his mouth tingle.

He smiled widely as he looked at Avery.

“Is it good?” Avery asked, a bit nervous.

Kaldur looked at Avery with softness before he leaned down to kiss her lips.

Avery smiled as Kaldur separated to look into her green eyes.

“They are perfect.”

Avery let out a sigh of relief and they laughed to themselves.

“Shall we go?”

As the two couples started their plans.

They went to see a local theatre; picking out what to see when they got there. Make things exciting.

The story really didn’t resonate with them but it was good. There were moments where they each liked and some they hated. There was a bit of laughing here and there and it was actually enjoyable.

Arms together, both Kaldur and Avery laughed and talked about what they just saw. They pointed what went wrong and how it could’ve been better. They even stopped to the side to re-act some parts, albeit exaggerated.

It ended them in fits of giggle and laughter.

Then the fun began when they randomly chose a diner to go to. Ordering the food, they noted the couples and such; enjoying the food and their company with each other.

Sitting with each other and hands adjoined, it was simple but perfect.

A milkshake was placed between them and both Kaldur and Avery were confused.

“Excuse me, we didn’t order this-“ said Kaldur but was cut off by the waitress.

“Don’t worry hunny, it’s on the house. A special for couples” she said, before winking at the two.

Avery looked around and noted the milkshakes with the couples. True to her statement, all the couples had one.

“Oh thank you” said Kaldur.

The waitress smiled before resuming on her job.

Avery looked at the milkshake.

It was a simple ice cream with whip cream on top and a chocolate strawberry. The glass was frosted from the cold temperature with two straws standing in the liquid.

“Shall we?” said Kaldur, offering Avery the first sip.

Avery took a sip and Kaldur watched her, “Is it good?”

Avery nodded and let Kaldur have a turn.

They shared back and forth but eventually, the two started drinking at the same time. It forced them to look into each other’s eyes and it was a bit awkward but also hilarious.

They laughed to themselves, with slight blushes.

The chocolate strawberry was split into two before they left after paying the bill.

Stomachs full and tired, both Kaldur and Avery walked hand and hand by the seawall. There were couples walking under the clear night sky and the moon was full.

There was light from the surrounding areas with music, somewhere, playing.

Avery placed her head on Kaldur’s arm and she felt Kaldur loop his arm around her waist, placing his hand on her hip.

“Today was fun” said Avery.

Kaldur nodded, “Indeed. It went rather well for our first date as well.”

Avery looked at Kaldur, “I forgot it was our first date.”

Kaldur smiled, “Did you?”

Avery just smiled before the two stopped near the water. Kaldur had taken off his shoes and was relishing the cold water enveloping his feet.

Avery had also removed her shoes, relishing the sand under her toes.

“I love you Kaldur’ahm” said Avery.

Kaldur turned to her and smiled, “I love you too Avery.”

The two kissed and Avery swore she could still taste the box of chocolates she gave to Kaldur, as the world around them disappeared momentarily.

They ended their first date and first Valentine’s day together by exchanging kisses underneath the night sky and the crashing waves.

#avery #kaldur x oc #Kaldur'ahm #kaldur #kaldur imagine #Young Justice #young justice oc #young justice fanfiction #valentine's day imagine #fanfiction #dc comics fanfiction #dc comics oc #original characters #firsts series

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themonologuearchive · 7 years

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01 - Chorus

From: Agamemnon, by Aeschylus

Genre: Drama

Topic: Exposition

Character: Male; many characters as one

Note: monologue is under a read more because it is seven pages long

It’s now ten years since Menelaus, Priam’s great adversary, and lord Agamemnon, two mighty sons of Atreus, joined by Zeus in double honours— twin thrones and royal sceptres— left this country with that fleet, a thousand Argive ships, to back their warrior cause with force, hearts screaming in their battle fury, two eagles overwhelmed by grief, crying for their young—wings beating like oars, they wheel aloft, high above their home, distressed because they’ve lost their work— their fledglings in the nest are gone! Then one of the supreme powers— Apollo, or Pan, or Zeus— hears the shrill wailing cry, hears those screaming birds, who live within his realm, and sends a late-avenging Fury to take revenge on the transgressors. In just that way, mighty Zeus, god of hospitality, sends those sons of Atreus against Alexander, son of Priam— for that woman’s sake, Helen, the one who’s had so many men, condemning Trojans and Danaans to many heartfelt struggles, both alike, knees splintering as the fighting starts. Now things stand as they stand. What’s destined to come will be fulfilled, and no libation, sacrifice, or human tears will mitigate the gods’ unbending wrath of sacrifice not blessed by fire. But as for us, whose old bodies confer no honour, who were left behind when the army sailed so long ago, we wait here, using up our strength to support ourselves with canes, like children, whose power, though growing in their chests, is not yet fit for Ares, god of war. And so it is with old men, too, who, when they reach extreme old age, wither like leaves, and go their way three-footed, no better than a child, as they wander like a daydream. But you, daughter of Tyndareus, queen Clytaemnestra, what’s going on? What news? What reports have you received that lead you to send your servants out commanding all this sacrifice? For every god our city worships— all-powerful gods above the earth, and those below, and those in heaven, and those in the marketplace— their altars are ablaze with offerings. Fires rise here and there and everywhere, right up to heaven, fed by sacred oils brought from the palace—sweet and holy, their purity sustains those flames. Tell us what you can, tell us what’s right for us to hear. Cure our anxious thoughts. For now, at one particular moment, things look grim, but then our hopes, rising from these sacrificial fires, make things seem better, soothing corrosive pains that eat my heart. I have the power to proclaim that prophecy made to our kings, as they were setting on their way, a happy outcome for their expedition. My age inspires in me Persuasion still, the power of song sent from the gods, to sing how two kings of Achaea’s troops, united in a joint command, led off the youth of Greece, armed with avenging spears, marching against Troy, land of Teucer. They got a happy omen—two eagles, kings of birds, appeared before the kings of ships. One bird was black, the other’s tail was white, here, close to the palace, on the right, in a place where everyone could see. The eagles were gorging themselves, devouring a pregnant hare and all its unborn offspring, struggling in their death throes still. Sing out the song of sorrow, song of grief, but let the good prevail. Then the army’s prophet, Calchas, observing the twin purposes in the two warlike sons of Atreus, saw the twin leaders of the army in those birds devouring the hare. He then interpreted the omen, saying, “In due course this expedition will capture Priam’s city, Troy— before its towers a violent Fate will annihilate all public goods. But may no anger from the gods cast its dark shadow on our troops, our great bit forged to curb Troy’s mouth. For goddess Artemis is full of anger at her father’s flying hounds—she pities the cowering sacrificial creature in distress, she pities its young, slaughtered before she’s brought them into life. Artemis abominates the eagles’ feast.” Sing out the song of sorrow, song of grief, but let the good prevail. “And lovely Artemis— though you’re gentle with the tender cubs of vicious lions and take special joy in the suckling young of all wild living beasts, promise things will work out well, as this omen of the eagles indicates, an auspicious sign, but ominous. And I call Apollo, god of healing, to stop Artemis delaying the fleet, by sending hostile winds to keep the ships from sailing, in her demand for another sacrifice, one which violates all human law, which no feast celebrates— it shatters families and makes the wife lose all respect and hate her husband. For in the home a dreadful anger waits. It does not forget and cannot be appeased. Its treachery controls the house, waiting to avenge a slaughtered child.” Calchas prophesied that fatal destiny, read from those birds, as the army marched, speaking by this palace of the kings. And to confirm all this sing out the song of sorrow, song of grief, but let the good prevail. O Zeus, whoever he may be, if this name please him as invocation, then that’s the name I’ll use to call him. As I try to think all these things through, I have no words to shape my thoughts, other than Zeus—if I truly can succeed in easing my heart of this heavy grief, this self-defeating weight of sorrow. As for Uranus, who was once so great, bursting with arrogance for every fight, people will talk about that god as if he’d never even lived. And his son, Cronos, who came after, has met his match and is no more. But whoever with a willing heart cries his triumphal song to Zeus will come to understand all things. Zeus, who guided mortals to be wise, has established his fixed law— wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain, drips in our hearts as we try to sleep, so men against their will learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods seated on their solemn thrones— such grace is harsh and violent. So then the leader of Achaean ships, the elder brother, Agamemnon, did not blame or fault the prophet, but gave in to fortune’s sudden blows. For Achaea’s army, stranded there, on the shores across from Calchis, was held up by opposing winds at Aulis, where tides ebb and flow. Troops grew weary, as supplies ran low. Winds blew from the Strymon river, keeping ships at anchor, harming men with too much leisure. Troops grew hungry. They wandered discontent and restless. The winds corroded ships and cables. The delay seemed endless, on and on, until the men, the flower of Argos, began to wilt. Then Calchas proclaimed the cause of this— it was Artemis. And he proposed a further remedy, but something harsh, even worse than the opposing winds, so painful that the sons of Atreus struck their canes on the ground and wept. Then Agamemnon, the older king, spoke up: “It’s harsh not to obey this fate— but to go through with it is harsh as well, to kill my child, the glory of my house, to stain a father’s hands before the altar with streams of virgin’s blood. Which of my options is not evil? How can I just leave this fleet, and let my fellow warriors down? Their passionate demand for sacrifice to calm the winds lies within their rights— even the sacrifice of virgin blood. So be it. All may be well.” But when Agamemnon strapped on the harsh yoke of necessity, his spirits changed, and his intentions became profane, unholy, unsanctified. He undertook an act beyond all daring. Troubles come, above all, from delusions inciting men to rash designs, to evil. So Agamemnon steeled his heart to make his own daughter the sacrifice, an offering for the Achaean fleet, so he could prosecute the war waged to avenge that woman Helen. In their eagerness for war, those leaders paid no attention to the girl, her pleas for help, her cries of “Father!”— any more than to her virgin youth. Her father offered up a prayer, then ordered men to seize her and lift her up—she’d fallen forward and just lay there in her robes—to raise her, high above the altar, like a goat, urging them to keep their spirits up. They gagged her lovely mouth, with force, just like a horse’s bit, to keep her speechless, to stifle any curse which she might cry against her family. As she threw her saffron robe onto the ground, she glanced at the men, each of them, those carrying out the sacrifice, her eyes imploring pity. She looked just like a painting dying to speak. She’d often sung before her father’s table, when, as host, he’d entertained his guests, a virgin using her flawless voice to honour her dear father with her love, as he prayed for blessing at the third libation. What happened next I did not see. And I won’t say. What Calchas’ skill had prophesied did come to pass. The scales of Justice move to show that wisdom comes through suffering. As for what’s to come—you’ll know that when it comes. So let it be. To know would be to grieve ahead of time. It’s clear whatever is to happen will happen, like tomorrow’s dawn.

But I hope whatever follows will be good, according to the wishes of our queen, who governs here, our closest guard, keeping watch all by herself, protecting Peloponnesian lands.

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dcvalentineexchange · 7 years

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Happy Valentine's Day, Bro

For my amazing Valentine, Casey @just-thought-you-ought-to-know

From @amazinglymyan

Description: It’s Valentine’s Day and Wally is sad. Dick decides to be a bro and cheer him up

Shout out to my wonderful editor. I couldn’t have done it without you. @sleepdivestiture

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Dick shot an apologetic look at the teenage cashier who looked like she really wanted to murder them, but couldn’t. Cause, ya’ know, that’s against the law.

Dick and Wally were supposed to be having their movie night tonight. They’d been on a mission for a few days, and just wanted to have a nice relaxing few hours where they weren’t fighting for their life.

“Wally, can you just choose something so we can leave?” Dick pleaded, leaning dramatically onto the cart.

“Which one should I get?” He asked, holding up the two different types of chips.

“Why not both?”

“Good point,” he said, throwing both of them into the cart.

“Thank god. Can we leave now?”

Wally shrugged, a smirk playing across his lips. “Race you to the check-out.”

Dick narrowed his eyes. “No cheating.”

“What? Me? Never,” Wally put a hand over his heart to feign hurt.

“Yeah, sure,” Dick said sarcastically, turning the cart around to face where the registers were.

“On the count of three,” Wally said, and Dick nodded in response.

“One-” Dick started.

“Two-” Wally continued.

“Three!” They shouted together.

Wally sprinted off, and Dick put his foot on the bottom of the cart, pushing himself down the aisle. He chuckled as he went past some confused parents. Their kids were going to get some ideas. He wasn’t looking where he was going for a second, and ran into something.

Dick quickly stopped the cart, looking down at Wally, who was now splayed across the floor.

“Owww,” he groaned.

“Whoops,” Dick muttered, coming around the cart to help him off the floor. “Why’d you stop?”

Once Wally was back on his feet and had wiped all the dust off his butt, he pointed down the aisle that was full of Valentine’s day items.

“Yeah?” He asked in confusion. “What about it?”

“I didn’t realize it was so close to Valentine’s Day,” Wally muttered with a shrug.

“Walls, It’s the thirteenth,” Dick pointed out, showing the date on his phone.

“I was so busy with the mission that it didn’t really cross my mind,” he said sadly, running a hand through his hair.

Dick let out a small sigh, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. Artemis and Wally had decided to take a break a few months ago. Artemis was on a dangerous mission, and thought it would be better for them to be on a hiatus. Wally understood, but it didn’t make things any easier. This was the first Valentine’s Day they weren’t going to be together in years.

“Hey, c’mon now. Cheer up. She said it’s only a break. She had good reasons, too. You guys will be back together soon. And, until then, you have me,” Dick smiled, motioning his hand up and down his body.

Wally shook his head, a small smile playing across his lips. “Good to know I can always count on you.”

“Hey, bros before hoes,” Dick smiled back. “C’mon, let’s go check out.”

Wally looked back down the aisle longingly. He missed Artemis. She’d been on the high-stakes mission for months, and would be on it for quite a few more. He hated not knowing if she was okay or not.

Dick let out a breath. “Go get some.”

“Huh?” Wally asked in confusion.

“Just get some chocolate. We can eat it while we’re watching the movie later,” he said, tilting his head toward the heart-shaped boxes of chocolates.

A grin spread across Wally’s face. “You’re the best,” he said, before running down the aisle, grabbing random boxes as he ran.

Dick put his face in his hands. “My paycheck is going to regret this,” he muttered as he watched his friend go nuts.

Once Wally was done picking everything out, he had seven boxes of chocolates, and a huge stuffed animal.

“I said chocolates, not toys.”

“Yeah, but I’m lonely. I need something to cuddle when I can’t sleep at night.”

Dick tilted his head back and let out an exasperated noise. “Fine,” he groaned, watching Wally’s eyes light up. “Get to check out before I change my mind.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He skipped off to the closest register, which just so happened to be the poor girl that had been watching them earlier.

They loaded the two DVDs, popcorn, chips, chocolates, and stuffed animal onto the conveyer belt. The girl stared at everything for a second before finally starting to scan the items.

“You know, cops don’t get payed as much as you might think,” Dick pointed out as he pulled the wallet out.

“Yeah, but Bruce is also loaded, so you can just get a loan.”

“I’m not a freeloader, Wally,” he retorted, running his credit card through the machine once the girl had finished scanning everything.

“You could’ve fooled me,” he laughed. “Ow!” He muttered, rubbing his side when Dick elbowed him.

The girl smiled at them while Dick grabbed the bags. “You guys make a cute couple,” she commented, making the two splutter for a second.

“Thanks,” Dick said nonchalantly, placing the bags in the cart.

Wally sighed as they walked out into the parking lot. “Why does everyone think we’re dating?”

“I don’t know. You’re not my type, anyways.”

“I’m a redhead,” Wally pointed out. He just shook his head, pushing the cart to his car. “I’m not arguing with you.”

“You have fun when our apparent relationship makes it onto the headlines,” Wally joked. “No, but imagine it, Dick,” he made a grand revealing gesture with his hands.“Richard Grayson, Bludhaven’s newest cop, and Bruce Wayne’s adoptee, gets together with ANOTHER random redhead.”

“Just get in the fucking car.”

***

An hour later, the two were sitting on Dick’s couch, a few minutes into Rogue One. “You know, this isn’t the first time we’ve been mistaken as a couple,” Dick said around a mouthful of popcorn, thinking back to what had happened at the store.

“What’s your point?” Wally asked, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“Well, they usually have Valentine’s Day discounts for couples.”

Wally looked over, his eyes widening in realization. “Free food,” he muttered.

“Free food,” Dick nodded.

“Let’s do it,” Wally grinned.

***

“You know, this isn’t what I thought you meant when you said that you were taking me out for Valentine’s Day,” Wally muttered.

“Are you really complaining?”

“No, not particularly,” He responded, munching on the chocolate covered marshmallow. Dick had taken him to a restaurant that was having a couple’s chocolate day. There was fondue, and later they’d be making chocolate hearts that they got to decorate for each other. “You know, this is actually kind of nice,” he said, sticking a strawberry under the flow of chocolate.

“Would you say this is a satisfactory Valentine’s day with your best ‘boyfriend’?” Dick said, putting air quotes around boyfriend.

“Of course,” Wally laughed.

***

Dick couldn’t stop laughing. This was too much.

They had been told that they had to write something on their heart shaped chocolate that represented their relationship. Wally had immediately started writing something with the white icing they’d been given, without even consulting with Dick. Once he had finished writing, he turned it to reveal what he’d written.

‘How do you get Dick from Richard?’ It read. Dick snorted before starting to write on his.

‘You ask me nicely!’ He wrote, and now the two of them were cracking up so much that the chocolatier was asking if they were okay.

They were not okay.

***

Later that night, the two boys were making their way to Dick’s car. They’d gone out for a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant.

“Thanks, Dick. I had fun. The most fun I’ve had in awhile.”

“No problem, Walls. No one deserves to be alone on Valentine’s Day.”

They both hopped into the car, and Dick started up the ignition.

“I just-” he let out a hopeless shrug. “I’ve been really down ever since Artemis left for her mission. It’s been really hard not having her around all the time, and I miss her like crazy. I get that it’s an important mission, and that she can’t contact me, but it’s hard ya’know.”

Dick nodded, turning to his best friend. “Trust me, I completely understand. And, hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, just remember that I’m always just a call away. Even if I’m on patrol, you can call me. I might not be able to be at your doorstep in two seconds, but you can always talk to me. I know how hard it is to miss a girlfriend.”

“I know,” Wally nodded. “Thank you, again.”

“Anything for my fake boyfriend.” Dick grinned, pulling out of the parking space.

This had to be one of the best Valentine’s Day the both of them had in awhile.

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(SF) Hunting in Bastion

Hunting in Bastion

“Ow! Dammit Markov!”

He chuckled to himself, “Sorry Val, You know I have never worked on your body before.”

“Don’t you do this shit professionally?”

He chuckled to himself again, “Yeah, but everyone is different. You never know how someone's body will react.” He looked down at his work, “You sure you don’t want anything else?”

“Risk going psycho? Fuck no.”

“Val you can not go psycho from just an arm and a little something else.”

“It’s still a no from me.”

The doctor looked down at her arm, “I never thought it would actually come to this. You always seemed so invincible.”

Val looked at her new arm with disgust, “I wish. Never thought I would get a hardbody.”

Markov eyes softened, “You sure you don’t at least want some SynthSkin? It looks just like the real thing.”

Val got up to her feet, “Don’t worry about it doc. It’s a good reminder of what’s at stake.” She looked around, “Where did you toss my clothes?”

He pointed at the closest, “Your stuff is in there.”

Val nodded and dressed herself. It was a simple outfit black jeans, combat boots, and a tank top. Val looked around confused, “Hey, Markov?”

The good doctor looked up from a piece of cyberware he was tinkering with, “What is the matter, love?”

“Where’s my jacket and uh, y’know.” She eyed the room.

“Upstairs, with Froggie. The arm was on the house, but we were keeping your more expensive stuff as collateral in case something went wrong.”

Val raised an eyebrow, “Oh? I thought someone said you couldn’t go psycho from just an arm?”

Markov shrugged, “Still got to be careful, it was just a precaution. You should know why Val.”

She looked down at her feet, “Yeah, sorry I brought it up Doc.” Val started walking up the stairs.

“Remember to take good care of it! Do not go too hard on it on the first day.”

Val waved with her new hand, “Yeah, yeah. I get it Doc.”

“Valkyrie Jones!”

“What!”

“Be careful out there love. I do not want to be forced to give you a new eye or worse.”

“Don’t worry so much Doc’ She poked her head back into the lab, ‘tonight’s prey is probably some small fry after all.”

Upstairs Froggie was admitting a new patient for the doctor. Froggie was pretty good name for this exotic. She looked like she had spent thousands of credits on her implants. Her skin was a light green and she was cool to the touch. Val would know after all.

She gave Froggie a quick peck on the cheek, “Where's my stuff girl?”

Froggie nodded at the safe behind the counter. Val punched in the code and put on her black combat jacket emblazoned on the back was a neon red wolf. While heavy it was effective against most bullets and had even managed to prevent a few stabbings, stylish too. She reached for her mag-gun and knife. Gods, it felt comfortable having those back on her hip. She just didn’t feel right without them.

Froggie looked her up and down, “Looking good baby, going hunting?”

"You know it.”

“Just be careful alright?”

“Me, careful?”

Froggie narrowed her eyes, “You come back to me Valkyrie.”

Val sighed, “I’ll do my best.” She turned around and walked out of Markov’s clinic, into Bastion.

Bastion was a sprawling metropolis filled with megabuildings and large corporate laboratories. It was said that someone could go their whole lives without leaving the megabuildings they were born in. Each was essentially their own little city after all or that’s what Val had more or less seen. Above the impossibly large megabuildings was the floating city of Babylon. It shone like a brilliant white light, a constant reminder that life could be amazing, if you really gave a shit about that crap. Val wasn’t the type of gal to fantasize about the city in the sky. Naw, she had work to do. Val hopped up on her sleek, matte black mono-bike and zoomed down the street. Bastion was beautiful at night. The neon of the buildings blurred into a rainbow of color as she passed by. Eventually she slowed down and parked her bike locking it with her new arm. “Guess you have your uses don’t you.”

She tossed up her hood and walked through the alleys of Bastion. Weapon dealers hawked their goods at anyone within earshot. Music blared through the windows of nightclubs and net bars. Androids lined the streets handing out flyers and desperately tried to coerce people into their owners establishments. Exotics purred at her to join them in their red rooms. Val almost fell for that one, but she had places to be, psychos to kill. She walked down into a seemingly empty alley with a dead end. As she approached the wall at the end of the alley she held up her wrist where a holo tattoo marked her as an officially ordained Bastion Hunter. Valkyrie Jones aka Wolf has been cleared to enter, flashed up on the wall. The wall parted open just enough for a single body to enter before slamming shut behind her.

“Welcome to Artemis.” A curvy android said to her. The android held out its hand, “Would you like me to hold onto your coat.”

“No thanks Gwen. Not planning on staying for long.”

The android left her alone as she descended deeper into Artemis. Eventually she reached the main floor. Hunters filled the place mingling with each other and showing off their stupid body mods. Their were a few full on hardbodies here too. She made sure to keep an eye on those. She approached the bar, eyeing up everyone she passed. A few of them were whispering about the new arm. Above them a Pit fight between Old Man and weak looking nobody was being displayed on the holo screen.

The man at the bar turned around and smiled. “What can I get you today Wolf?’ he noticed the damn arm, ‘Oh, shit Wolf what happened?”

“Don’t.”

“Right sorry, touchy subject.”

“I’ll take a shot of tequila?”

“Sorry, just ran out.”

“C’mon Franco! I always tell you to hold onto a bottle for me.”

“Sorry, Wolf you know I can’t just hold onto stuff just for you. Want anything else?”

“Fuck. No, I’m fine. Just gimme water.”

Franco handed her a glass, “Anything else?”

Val smiled at him, “Got any new hits on psychos?”

“Damn, you are scary when you smile, girl! Yeah let me grab you the hit holo. Just a minute.” Franco went behind the bar.

Valkyrie Jones the “Wolf”, sat quietly at the bar sipping her ice cold glass of water, when two assholes who were begging to be punched touched her shoulder. She whipped her head around and looked at them with a ferocity. Fucking. Hardbodies. “What the hell do you assholes want?”

“Looks like you are one of us now.” One of them said to her as they pointed at her new arm.

“Is that what you think? That I’m ‘one of you’? That I would willing go out of my way to hack myself into pieces only to replace it with some metal crap? Get the fuck out of here!”

The two hardbodies were taken aback for just a second. “Screw you Wolf! You know that I lost my leg in an explosion and that Marco lost his arm to a gang of psychos.”

The Wolf stood up from her chair. “Naw, I can understand replacing a limb, but you two went the whole nine yards.’ She flicked one on the forehead with her new arm only to hear a metallic ting, “You two don’t have a scrap of flesh left do you? No, better than an android.”

“Listen Wolf we had just come over to try to make amends no need to push-”

“Bullshit! You came over to rub it in didn’t you? I saw all you assholes talking about the fucking arm when I came in.”

“Can you blame us? You have always been against body mods, then you come into the room rocking a brand new piece! Why the hell wouldn’t people be talking about it?”

The Wolf flinched, “Still, I am not like you. This is out of necessity. I can’t fight with only one arm, not against psychos.”

“Look we didn’t come to start a fight. We just wanted to tell you that you would get used to it and that-”

“I don’t want to get used to it. Just go back to dancing and leave me the hell alone.”

She turned and snatched the hit holo from Franco. She strode out of Artemis without a glance back at the hunters who were obviously talking about her.

She looked through the hit list. Mafia, druggies, black market doctors, and murderers filled the list with hundreds of potential jobs that she could take on, but none of those mattered to her. She was looking for a very special type of prey. Cyber-psychos. They were hardbodies that went rogue. Not many people can even guess as to why, but introduce enough metal into your body and your mind can’t keep up. You just break. Some people can live with a full on hardbody for years, but eventually they end up breaking just like the rest of them.

Val eventually found her prey. It was a female hardbody who was caught ripping out the metal prosthetics from young women. The hit listed her as “Ghoul”, real tasteful, and only gave Val a grainy picture to go off of as well as a list of her alleged victim’s locations. “Well’ she thought, ‘it wouldn’t be a hunt if they just gave me the monsters exact location.” She tapped on her holo band on her wrist. After clearing a few notifications, a map of the city was projected onto her arm. She punched in the locations of the Ghoul's victims and found a pretty clear pattern. The monster had it’s hunting grounds and now the Wolf had hers.

Val walked back to her mono-bike bathed in the neon colors of the city. She hopped on and zoomed off into the cold Bastion night. It felt wonderful hunting again, knowing that she would get to kill one of those bastards by the end of the night filled her with a hunger. She had been starved. After losing her arm, the doctor had prevented her from hunting until she had fully healed. She had almost refused his offer of a hard arm, but she knew she had to do it. Val knew that she would have died several times over had she not had the use of both arms, it was just too risky living with just one. Maybe, if she lived in Babylon she could have afforded an organic replacement.

Val knew that she had to focus, after all she hadn’t been on a hunt in nearly a month. Her stomach growled, luckily there was some pretty decent food where she was heading. Val arrived at the area near her targets hunting grounds. She quickly brought up the picture of the monster. It had a beautiful doll like face. If she didn’t know better Val would have called her attractive. But, she did know better and to her the face was nothing more than a facade that the monster used to lure innocent women to their deaths.

The murders all took place in the alleys around a hardbody nightclub, The Chromium. Val tossed up her jacket hood and fit a glove over her soft hand. If anything her hard arm would at the very least let her fit in at this club. She walked over to the club bouncer. A handsome, tall fellow who was covered in pulsating, sub-dermal tattoos. She tried to walk into the main hall of the club, but he held up a hand. “Invitation or pass?”

“Neither, I’m here on business.” The Wolf said as she showed him her hunter holo tattoo.

He sighed gesturing her inside, “Just don’t make too much of a mess in there.”

She gave him a quick wink, “No promises.”

The club’s music hit her as if she had just passed into another world. All around her were hardcore hardbodies. Some had completely replaced their entire body with metals of all kinds. Even worse some didn’t even have humanoid bodies anymore. All around her the Wolf saw potential future targets. She receded deeper into her hood not wanting to be noticed. Before she started looking for Ghoul she knew that she had to grab some grub. She flicked her wrist and the club’s menu was projected onto her arm. “Can’t go wrong with a burger and fries.” she murmured to herself. She flopped onto a couch in the corner of the room after ordering. It had a pretty decent view of the whole room and the dance floor itself. So far she hadn’t spotted anyone that could match the picture of the Ghoul. Her food was brought to her by a drone that hovered about lazily. As she munched on her food she looked around the room again. Out of the corner of her eye she spied a tall women talking to another girl. From what she could tell they both had full on hard bodies. The shorter girl hopped up onto the tips of her toes and gave the other one a quick kiss. "Dammit, it's not them" she thought.

“Hey aren’t you a hunter?”

Val was caught off guard. She was so transfixed with the couple that she had completely missed the women who had sat next to her. The girl had a beautiful face, but it didn’t match her picture of the Ghoul. She grabbed Val’s hard arm and admired it.

“This is beautiful work. Who made it? How much did it cost? Sorry, if I’m bothering you.”

Val instinctively tore her arm out of the girls prying, metal hands. “I’m working right now, leave me alone.”

The girl looked at her bewildered, her mismatched hands held against her face, “I’m really sorry hunter. I just wanted to tell you something important.” She leaned in close and whispered into the Wolf’s ear, “I know who you are hunting and where they are right now.” She beckoned for the Wolf to follow her. The Wolf stood up without a word and followed the girl outside.

“Look, I know who you are hunting.” the girl said as she led Wolf into one of the many alleys behind the club. “The thing is she’s heavily guarded by the club owners. She works with them. She steals the cybernetics from her victims and then gives whatever she doesn’t want to the club so they can resell them on the black market.”

The Wolf raised up her gloved hand, “Why should I trust you?”

“Because I have the schematics that would get you inside to the club’s backroom. Here, let me send it to you.” The girl flicked her wrist and sent Wolf the schematic.

Wolf turned around and pretended to fiddle around with her wrist band. She reached into her coat and turned on her knife before whipping around and sinking the blade into the girls torso.

“Fuck, you stabbed me!”

“Only because you were about to do it yourself!”

The girl had extended two long blades from her mismatched forearms. Wolf wretched the blade from the psychos torso. The monster was on borrowed time since the heated blade had cauterized the wound. Soon the oil and fluids that powered her hard body would build up and leave her for dead. Before then Wolf would have to survive a pissed off psycho with swords for arms.

“How did you know!?” Ghoul screamed at Wolf as she lunged with her blades.

Wolf sidestepped the attack and kicked the psycho to the ground, “How stupid do you think I am? First off your arms and legs are all different models. Doesn't take a genius to figure out you were probably the crazy bitch collecting body parts for yourself. Wanna know what really gave you away though?’ Wolf snarled at the girl as she upholstered her mag gun and shoved it into the psychos temple, ‘it's your fucking face. It's not a good idea to steal your latest victim's face after all.”

Wolf pulled the trigger and was splashed with viscera and shrapnel. She got up and wiped the gunk off her face. She leaned down and tore off the psychos wristband, confirmation for the kill. Just as she was turning to leave the Wolf felt a sharp pain in her leg. She groaned as she jumped out of the way of another sweep. In front of her the mangled body of the psycho she thought she had just murdered rose to its feat.

“Fuck.” Wolf said softly to herself. She fired a few rounds into the mass of metal and oil. It lunged at her and knocked the pistol from her hand. She turned on her knife once again and managed to barely parry a blow from the psycho's blades. She cut through one of the blades but not before the knife is wrenched from her hand. Wolf is forced to raise her arm to protect herself from the next blow. The psycho's blade cuts a deeply into her hard arm severing her mental connection to it. In desperation Wolf grabbed the psycho's broken blade from the floor and shoved it into the monsters chest. Just then the fluids that had been building up in the monster’s torso started to overflow breaking the hardbody beyond repair.

Valkyrie Jones retrieved her weapons and stumbled to her mono-bike broken and bloody. She rode in a daze, barely conscious. Eventually she forced herself off of her bike and into Markov's clinic. Blood slowly trailed behind her as she made her way down into the doctor's lab. She looked up at him and sheepishly smiled cradling her broken hard arm, “Got a new one Doc?”

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#IntotheBadlands S2 Ep 7 “Black Heart, White Mountain” Recap & Review

Episode Grade: 8

We start right where we left off Sunny lies lifeless on the ground of the ski lodge, after the fight with the Abbots, his eyes open and his hand over his chest.

In Sunny dreamland, Sunny he is laying in bed at a farmhouse, and Veil enters and kisses him. She's happy he's awakened from a fever he's been suffering from the past few days. A 10-year-old Henry comes in, as Sunny bewilderedly stares at his family. Veil suggests Sunny’s still delirious and asks if she can get him anything, but he replies that he has "everything I ever wanted right here.” Sunny then hears someone whisper his name. When he looks out the window, he sees the ghostly figure of a girl.

In the present, M.K. spots markings forming on Sunny’s chest and Bajie realizes that Cyan hurt Sunny with the Hand of Five Poisons, a deadly technique. Bajie tells M.K. that the bruises are affecting Sunny's organs and doubts he can be saved. M.K. refuses to let him die after just losing Ava.

In Sunny dreamland, while playing in the yard, Henry tells Sunny that he wants to be a fighter when he grows up. Sunny brushes it off and continue playing and they run into the barn where they see their pigs have been slaughtered and arranged in a row with the sign of crosses in their backs. Sunny quickly turn Henry around and told him that a wolf did it.

In the present, M.K. drips water onto Sunny's face and notices his bruises worsening. Bajie tells M.K. it's a "lousy way to go.” M.K. is taken aback by Bajie’s already giving up on Sunny and suggests that the old scrolls that he saw in the Master office may be able to help them find a cure for Sunny. M.K wants to go and steal it, but Bajie quickly objects and reminds M.K. that neither of them has their gift anymore and the mission will be risky, but M.K. doesn’t care and convinces him it's the right thing to do.

In Sunny dreamland, Sunny noticed the ghostly girl staring at him from afar near the woods, but she disappears when Veil comes out of the farmhouse. Veil tells Sunny that she was worried about what happened with the pigs and Sunny reassured her that would protect her.

Sunny enters Henry's room and notices he was hiding something and asks him to see his hands when he showed him Sunny notice a gash on Henry’s hand. Henry admits he accidentally cut himself with a sword he got from Artemis, a girl he met in the woods. When Henry pulls the sword from under his bed, it's Nathaniel Moon's ringed sword, Sunny tells Henry to stay away from Artemis, but he runs to Veil in far as Veil looks at Sunny disappointingly with the ring sword in his hand.

In the present, M.K. and Bajie drive the car they stole from Nos’s with Sunny in the back. Bajie admits he left the Monastery because of a girl named Flea, his Novice at the time, who was cleansed after she violently blocked out while trying to save a dark one from slavers. Bajie tells M.K “No one survived. Not even the people she was trying to help.” (In the comments tell him if you think The Widow is Flea or who you think Flea is?)

Jade is relaxing and taking a bath at her mansion when she heard sounds, but no would come when she is calling out. Jade got out the bath and head out only to catch a group of house Cogs stealing from her. When she confronts them, one of the Cogs slaps her and says she's done taking orders from her. Marcel, Jade's Regent, enters and tells her that the Widow's forces have breached their gates and the Cogs are deserting, and the armadillo Clippers are pledging their loyalty to the Widow.

Meanwhile, in Sunny dreamland, Sunny finds horrifying cuts on Henry's back in the shape of kill tats. Henry says Artemis did it to him because she was angry over Sunny taking the sword. Veil rushes in and tends to Henry. In the kitchen, the ghostly figure that Sunny had been seeing appears and grabs him by the neck choking him and asks Sunny if he remembers her, and Sunny asks if she’s Artemis.

In the present, Sunny is choking in the back of the car, and M.K. hurry and search the car for something and find a mask in the glove compartment and puts it on Sunny’s face.

Back at the Mansion Jade, she and a few remaining loyal armadillo Clippers try to escape, but the Widow's guards surround the mansion outside, so they decide to take a tunnel. However, they did not get far as a butterfly star is thrown into the back of Marcel's head and The Widow and Tilda corner Jade. Jade steps back to try and get a sword and tries to defend herself but is quickly disarmed. The Widow acknowledge Jade for catching on quick to the “the game” procuring her Baron position. Jade reminds the Widow she doesn't kill women, and she quickly responded that she doesn’t but he might, and Quinn enters the room.

Outside, Bajie and M.K. park near the Monastery and leave Sunny in the car. Bajie tells M.K. how to sneak in, but refuses to go in himself. M.K. says Bajie about killing his mother and compares himself to Flea. He shares his plan to find Azra by using Sunny's compass and his book which piqued Bajie's interest, and they head off together, with Moon's sword.

At Jade Mansion, Quinn speaks privately to Jade and notes how she rose to power after being a Cog, just like him. Jade expresses her true love for Ryder and tells Quinn she chose Ryder because he “wasn't a stone-hearted machine like you.” And he was a killer and killing was what he does, Quinn, affected and offended walks away. The Widow waits to see Jade's fate, but Quinn tells her to have someone escort Jade to the border to be left on her own to see how hard life could be without protection.

At the Monastery, M.K. and Bajie are inside the Monastery, and the Novices and Abbotts are having lunch, Bajie tells M.K. to look for a leather satchel while he rummages through the Master's Scrolls. M.K. finds the satchel with cleansing needles inside, and Bajie finds the scroll about the Hand of Five Poisons and steals Sunny’s compass. M.K. searched for Sunny's compass, but Bajie who pocketed it tells M.K. to forget it that the compass is long gone.

The Master appears and launches Bajie and M.K. into the mess hall, where a group of Novices and Abbots is eating. She welcomes Bajie home and declares him a disappointment. M.K. tells the Master about Ava's death. The Master blames Bajie, saying M.K that Bajie only cares about himself, and orders the Novices and Abbots to attack them. Bajie instructs M.K. to cut the Novices, which makes them turn on the Abbots with their chi power. While the Novices and Abbots fight each other, M.K. and Bajie escape as the Novices surrounds the Master.

In Sunny dreamland, Veil plans to leave and take Henry away from Sunny. Sunny hears Artemis laugh and runs out of the farmhouse, only to find she's not there. He hears Veil scream, and returns to the farmhouse and finds Veil dead. He cry’s as he holds her bloody body in his arm, then notices bloody footsteps and follows them outside. Artemis points him in the direction of the pig pen, where Sunny finds Henry covered in blood. Henry admits he killed Veil because he didn't want to leave telling Sunny “I'm going to be just like you.”

Sunny grabs a sword and runs to the woods to find Artemis. He whips out Moon's sword, but Artemis reminds Sunny that he has already killed her and her brother telling him that “We're nothing but black lines on your back now.” As Sunny looks out he sees ghostly figures of his past victims surround him with swords and slash lines on Sunny's back in the shape of his Clipper tattoos.

In the present, Sunny shakes and Bajie uses the scroll to determine where to place the needles into Sunny. After he embeds the last one, Sunny awakens. The next morning, M.K. tells Sunny how Bajie saved his life, but Sunny doubts it was Bajie's plan. M.K. admits he couldn't lose Sunny and that Sunny is the closest thing to family.

M.K. finds Bajie near a stream and commends him for his help. Bajie confesses that he couldn’t bring Flea back after she was cleaned by using his gift, which is why he doesn't have it anymore. Bajie tells M.K, which he looked everywhere for Flea except the Badlands. As M.K. goes to tend to Sunny, Bajie stares at Sunny’s compass.

Overall another great episode, I love seeing Veil, and Sunny living together and how cute was little Henry, well until he turned into killer Henry. I am curious to see what Bajie will do with Sunny’s compass and why he stole it in the first place. I am still disappointed in the Widow but was impressed at Jade for standing up to Quinn knowing that he can and might have killed her, I was surprised that he let her live.

Question of the episode

• Who do you think Flea is in the Badlands? I believe that it is the Widow.

#IntotheBadlands

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Life and Death (Part 2)

Warnings: Character death

Featuring my dc comics OC: Avery/Sprite

Emma @call-me-emma

Lily @guns-n-lilies

PROMPT:

Avery has left the world and the people she had to leave behind. Now it’s time for them to mourn.

Emma stood in the Wayne Manor, with several others. They knew time was becoming shorter and shorter over the course of time and after being called by Bruce and Alfred, today maybe the day.

The day when Avery would die.

Emma gripped her arms together, barely noticing Dick rubbing her back or the reassuring words. Nor did she notice Lily, one of her closest friends and sister, slip away from the masses.

All the people who were gathered here were people that cared for Avery as either as a family or friend. Bruce and Alfred decided that by gathering everyone together, they could give Avery one last big visit.

Before the time came.

Emma hated this.

She hated how unfair this was.

When Emma first met Avery, it was when Wally introduced her. She was a bit unsure meeting the girl but when they started to talk, Emma could feel herself relax and was instantly attached to the girl. Emma had noticed how weak Avery was but there weren’t enough signs that led to the event today.

Through thick and thin, Avery was always there.

When Avery revealed she was dying soon, Emma and some other people did their best to stop Avery’s death a little bit longer.

Just a little bit longer.

When Bruce wasn’t fighting and protecting Gotham, he was down in the Cave looking for a solution to this. Emma also helped Bruce in finding a cure. The worse Avery became, the more desperate Emma became as well.

She read every medical journal and test she could get her hands on and when that wasn’t enough, Emma was tempted to go to Lex Luthor, Avery’s other ‘uncle’, for help or even…go back to King’s.

Hell, even Emma offered her genes to save Avery.

But that wouldn’t work.

It was too late.

There was nothing they could do to stop Avery’s impending death.

Yet every visit Emma made, Avery would just smile and talk like she wasn’t going to die. Dreams of the future. Not Avery’s but Emma’s. What her life with Dick would be like and the work that Emma would do for the world.

How proud Avery was of Emma and being her friend and sister.

The visits always ended in tears.

Emma glanced around the room and focused on the people. Other than the Wayne family, there was also Avery’s brothers with Avery’s best friend since childhood: Alex. They all were standing side by side, their faces emotionless.

Some would’ve interpreted their faces as uncaring and Emma grew angry at that, but it was quenched instantly when she saw their misty eyes. Alex hugged himself and had his head down to his knees, curling into himself.

The brothers knew longer what their youngest sibling’s fate when Avery was first born.

They knew this time was coming.

Alex had once told them when he learned of his abilities, he tried to heal Avery. However, he couldn’t heal someone who was never healthy. It would always reset and he lived with Avery’s fate for years.

Emma tore her eyes and away and noted everyone. There was the Team Avery joined, consisting of those like M’gann, Conner, Artemis, and their leader Kaldur; who was not here (who probably slipped away to see Avery).

There was also Clark or the infamous Superman. Wonder Woman was also there with J’onn, Barry, and Arthur.

Lois, Barbara, Mera, and Iris had gathered together, talking to each other in low whispers and helped out Alfred.

Bruce was silent for the most part, only speaking when others asked him but his mind was elsewhere. Jason and Damian were off by themselves while Tim was talking with Conner.

Emma knew there were more people in this room and the other but right now, she couldn’t focus at all.

Dick stood beside Emma, their hands joined together.

The clock ticked by and then-

M’gann gasped as Conner and Clark widened their eyes. Alex snapped his head up and his violet eyes widened, with tears falling down. J’onn hung his head and Emma…she cried and screamed.

The link, one that she and Avery shared together, disappeared. She couldn’t feel Avery’s dying heartbeat or her presence in her mind.

Tears started to run free and so did her legs. Emma pushed past everyone and ran up the stairs, with several others behind her.

Her legs ran as fast as she could and the door that led to Avery grew closer. Emma slammed open the door and the machine that monitored Avery’s heartbeat went flat.

It cut through the roaring in her ears as Emma screamed, “AVERY!”

Kaldur was on top of Avery, pressing his hands together onto Avery’s heart. Electricity running through his arms as he performed CPR.

Emma rushed forward and tried to help out, using the electricity within her, the ability that was granted from Avery’s genes, to revive her.

“Please, Avery! Don’t leave us! Come on, wake up! Don’t die!” cried Emma.

Lily was right beside her, her hands covering her eyes and cried. Sounds of wails being muffled.

The whole thing was a blur. Emma remembered being torn away from Avery and she tried to reach her.

This had to be some messed up nightmare or an illusion. This wasn’t happening-

She couldn’t lose her sister. Not again.

Emma remembered collapsing and Dick holding onto her. She saw Jason going to hug and comfort Lily.

Kaldur had fallen beside Avery’s bed, holding onto her lifeless hand to his face. Aquaman and Mera taking by his side and comforting him.

There were tears everywhere and they all watched as Bruce go up to Avery’s body. He leant down and he brushed the hair away from her face, before Bruce kissed the top of her head; muttering under his breath.

“Sleep well Avery.”

One by one, everyone gathered around and mourned in that moment. Then Adrien, Avery’s eldest brother, walked up and placed the white cloth over his sister’s face; saying goodbye.

When Adrien stood, no one saw his face but they heard his voice.

“Thank you for taking care of our sister.”

They didn’t cremate her immediately. Avery’s death was still fresh on their mind and it lingered within them. It may have been easier to move forward if they did but they wanted to mourn.

So they mourned.

Bruce worked to get Avery’s funeral ready in respect for the girl. Others helped here and there while some stayed behind with Avery. Some decided to stay together alone and grief with each other.

Dr. Leslie Thompkins came by and signed Avery’s death certificate. She also sent her condolences and sent her final farewells to the girl, who the doctor knew as a child.

Four days had passed since Avery had departed from the world.

During those four days, Avery was placed into a coffin. People came by to see her one more time and get ready for the funeral. They all said their final words and saw Avery one last time before they went to send their condolences to Bruce and his children, Avery’s brothers, Alex, and Kaldur.

Alex and Kaldur stood together and merely accepted their words of condolences with little or no words.

Lily and Emma helped as best as they could for their partners and for their departed sister.

Emma stood over the coffin. She stared at the occupant of said coffin, studying her face and searing into her memory for what may be the final time. They had done some re-touching onto Avery’s face, to make her look like she normally did.

Before she began to die.

Emma almost got rid of the work onto Avery’s face but she didn’t know if she was strong enough to see the hollowed version of the girl.

Lily walked into the room and saw Emma standing over Avery, in which the Sauveterre girl sighed.

If Emma wasn’t resting, she was always near Avery. The older girl wouldn’t leave unless someone made her too; although only a select few could.

Lily walked forwards and she saw Emma turn back, to see who the person was. When the latter saw it was Lily, she returned her eyes to the coffin. As Lily got closer, she slowly got a better look of her friend.

Avery lay in her traditional clothes, with flowers swallowing her entire body. With her peaceful face, it almost looked like Avery was almost sleeping.

But if that were the case, she would’ve woken up.

“Avery loved flowers. If she could see the flowers the others left her, she would be telling us what all of the meaning behind all of them” said Lily with a hint of melancholy.

Lily remembered when Jason proposed to her on top of the Eiffel Tower. With the help of her family and her dearest friends, they surprised her by appearing at her ballet performance in France and helped Jason propose to her.

Jason had given her a bouquet of different flowers that were individually picked for special reasons. All stood for meanings of the love Jason had for Lily and how much she meant to him.

When Lily questioned him about the knowledge of the flowers, he confessed that he had help from Avery; who helped him pick those flowers.

It made more sense when Lily visited Avery in the Wayne Greenhouse; planting and taking care of different plants that were blooming with life.

Lily could remember the time when they all had a tea party in the green house. There was a special blend of tea that Avery created herself, presented in a beautiful teapot and cups.

Avery was sipping her tea as Lily admired Avery’s work when she questioned why she did Gardening and her love of flowers.

Avery’s green eyes stared into Lily’s own eyes when she spoke:

“Maybe it’s because life and death doesn’t apply to them like we do. Unlike animals or humans, they constantly die but always come back to life. They’re so versatile and full of wonder, each with their purpose.”

Avery didn’t speak any more beyond that, her face becoming sober and her eyes becoming distant.

At the time, Lily wasn’t aware of Avery’s condition. So the words she spoke then didn’t make much sense.

Now? Lily knew but it was too late. Thinking back, there were so many times Avery touched on her life but her words were shrouded.

Lily was just as affected as Emma was. However, the Sauveterre girl kept pressing forward for Avery’s sake. She had to take care of Bruce and the others in place of Avery. Support them and being there for them.

Lily raised her hand and took out one, lone white lily.

Emma watched Lily place the Lily onto Avery’s chest, before the two supported each other and cried for their friend.

The next day was the day Avery would be cremated.

Emma stood next to Avery, waiting for those attending to arrive. Bruce and the others were making last minute preparations and everyone was slowly arriving with solemn looks. Alex was also with her but they never exchanged much words before. No sense they would talk now.

Emma glanced at him and he was wearing a black suit. His long raven hair was now shortened, showing more of his pale skin and violet eyes. He stood silently and Emma resumed facing forwards.

It was kind of awkward but Emma didn’t know if talking would help the situation.

“I was here before,” said Alex, shocking Emma.

The girl looked at him but he didn’t look at her. “Excuse me?” asked Emma carefully.

Alex look at Emma, through the corner of his eyes. “When my mother was murdered. Avery was with me during that time and she held my hand when I cried for my mother. Avery was there when my mother was murdered by Vandal Savage and helped save me. Avery’s been with me for as long as I can remember.”

Alex looked and placed a hand on Avery’s coffin. That’s when Emma saw how tired he was. He had a bitter smile on his lips and she saw how chapped they were. She looked at his eyes and saw his puffy violet eyes were turning misty and then she noticed the dark bags under his eyes.

They were there before but…they were even more noticeable now.

“You and Avery were close” noted Emma, her eyes becoming downcast.

Alex responded by speaking, “As close as we could be but…Avery is like that. She was always close yet so far away…maybe more than ever.”

Emma didn’t say anything as she watched Alex place his head on top of his hands that were gripping the coffin.

Before Emma thought of consoling Alex, there was a sudden BAM! along with a rumble that shook the building.

Emma and Alex took hold while keeping Avery still. They all brought their body close to the ground to prevent being toppled over and waited for the tremor to stop.

When it had subsided, Emma and Alex got up as they smelt smoke.

Widening their eyes, the two rushed out to see there was a fire going on. There were also people who were injured and some people trying to put out the fire.

Instinct kicked in as Alex and Emma went to work. Alex took care of the injured using his abilities while Emma helped put out the fire. It wasn’t bad as it could’ve been but Alex was helping the people out of the building. As they were getting everyone out, the comms in Alex’s and Emma’s ear went off.

“Lioness, Alex. Where are you?” asked Batman.

“We’re still in the building. There was a fire and people were injured-“ reported Emma but Batman cut her off.

“Get them out and suit up. There are several attacks happening in the city and the villains broke out of Arkham Asylum. We need as many people on hand right now” ordered Batman.

“But what about Avery?” questioned Emma, as she removed her outer clothes to reveal her Lioness outfit.

“I have someone outside ready to look after her until everything is resolved.”

“Yes sir” reported Emma before she nodded to Alex. He nodded back before he escorted the rest of everyone out of the building.

Emma went back to get Avery but as she got closer, she noticed the door to the room she was in was jarred slightly open.

Didn’t she close it? Or did they accidentally left it open when they rushed out?

With her guard up, Emma slowly pushed the door open. She widened her eyes when she saw a figure bent over Avery’s body.

Hearing the door open, the figure turned and Emma growled.

“Ra’s al Ghul.”

Ra’s looked at Emma and his eyes narrowed a fraction. “I would’ve thought you’d be out in the midst of the chaos right now, Emma” said Ra’s.

“Why are you here?” interrogated Emma but Ra’s wasn’t fazed.

“I believe you are smart enough to figure that out,” said Ra’s. Emma saw his hand resting on top of Avery’s coffin, the lid already open.

Emma opened her mouth to retort but her mind clicked. “You’re behind this” she stated.

“Of course. I couldn’t just walk in and retrieve my niece from everyone” said Ra’s before he started to bend down. “Not with the Detective around to stop me.”

Emma got ready to attack and was instantly met with a harsh look from Ra’s.

“I will be taking Avery with or without your help” stated Ra’s.

Emma felt the fight in her die down before her muscles went lax. “You’re going to revive her.”

Ra’s bent down and easily picked up the limp body of Avery, cradling her head close to his shoulder. Emma could only focus on Ra’s hand that gently cupped Avery’s head. Her long raven hair falling down that curtained the face.

“That is correct” said Ra’s before he moved to leave the room. “Will you stop me and let Avery remain dead? Or will you step aside and see her breath again?”

Emma’s entire body shook. She faintly remembered Avery’s instruction to be cremated immediately for she had accepted her fate and wanted to stay with that fate.

But the thoughts of Avery laughing again. Her smiles that would reassure Emma, her voice…her constant presence….

Ra’s looked at Emma from the corner of his eye but Emma made no move to stop him. Too caught up with her memories of Avery and the prospect of her being alive. The assassin moved and brushed past Emma, carrying Avery’s body in his arms.

The demon’s head left the cremation centre and was followed by his guards, they all went to the rendezvous point before they would begin to revive Avery.

“You are very well loved, aren’t you Avery?” questioned Ra’s, glancing at Avery. There was no response as expected from the dead but Ra’s focused on the peaceful face Avery had.

Ra’s carried Avery with one hand, her weight light enough for him to be able to, before he activated his communicator. “I have retrieved Avery, I trust you will play your part?”

Emma’s knees gave way as she slid onto the floor, crying again. What had she done? She knew that Avery didn’t want to come back alive but the Pit could do it.

But that was why Avery wanted to be cremated.

Emma snapped out of her trance and stood up, her legs knocking into each other.

“Lioness, where are you?!” commed in Nightwing, chaos leaking through.

Dick, I made a mistake” confessed Emma as she ran out of the building. She had ot find them, have to stop Ra’s-

“Emma? What’s wrong?” said Nightwing worriedly.

“Ra’s-“

“Ra’s al Ghul was here?” Nightwing said, widening his eyes. He faintly heard Jason and Damian yelling “What?” in the background.

“H-he...planned the attacks right now. He was just in Avery’s room and he has her. I’m sorry Dick, I knew Avery didn’t want this but Ra’s-“ Emma choked, “He said he could bring her back to alive and I wanted to be selfish but that’s what Avery didn’t want.”

Emma ran and ran, slowly catching up. She could see them, see just needed to-

“Emma, wait! Don’t go after him alone!” yelled Nightwing.

“I can’t! He has Avery and it’s my fault!” cried Emma before she saw him.

They hadn’t left. There was still time-

Nightwing’s warnings continued in her ear, before Emma became irritated. She reached up and ripped the comm from her ear before tossing it to the side. She was so close-

She was going to use her telekinesis, knock the guards down and grab Avery. She had to take Avery away from Ra’s and stop him. Not what Avery wanted, she needed to-

“Ra’s!” roared Emma as she saw Ra’s with Avery in his arms. There was two other figures and Emma instantly recognized them. Why was Lex Luthor and Mercy there?

The assassin turned and the curtain of Avery’s hair parted. Emma stopped and gasped, time stopping as she saw Avery’s face.

Her eyes were slightly open and Emma could see Avery’s green eyes. “Avery-“ she called out and she thought she had seen Avery move her mouth.

However, that never happened.

Ra’s rushed him and Avery into the helicopter that would take them away. Guns were fired and Emma instinctively dodged them away. The helicopter roared to life, about to leave with its passengers.

“Stop!” ordered Emma as she was about to bring down the helicopter.

Emma jumped away when Mercy shot a blast from her arm and Luthor yelled something to Ra’s. However, the blades that were chopping the air drowned out the words. Emma growled and wanted to stay closer but Mercy kept coming.

As Emma was about to push forwards, she saw the grenades falling down.

Emma widened her eyes as she saw the helicopter move into the air, farther and farther away. Her mind just processed the grenades falling and she moved but her reaction was too slow.

The grenades went off and sent a series of explosions off, blinding surrounding area.

Emma felt her body go light before she floated for a moment. Then all of a sudden, she was tumbling on the ground.

The girl grunted but then heard a hiss but not from her. Emma raised her head and saw Wally not too far from her.

“Wally?” she called out confused. What was he doing here?

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” Wally groaned as the two got onto their feet. “Dick couldn’t get here in time so he commed me. I was closer so I rushed over. Good thing too or you would’ve been hurt bad.”

There was a solemn tone in his voice and Emma looked at him. His face was serious and Emma knew that they couldn’t lose anyone. For everyone’s sake.

Emma then looked and saw a small crater where she just stood. There were flash bombs with the grenades. When the flash went off, Emma wouldn’t be able to see where she ran and would’ve been caught in the actual blast-

Everything rushed back and Emma gasped.

“Avery!” she yelled before she ran back to the place she was once at. She glanced up and the helicopter was gone.

Luthor was gone.

Ra’s was gone.

Avery was gone.

Again.

Emma felt fresh, hot tears leaking through her eyes before she screamed towards the sky.

To be continued..

#original characters #avery #series #life and death series #sprite

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