#(Y/n) has gone rogue :D

[buckrecs]

2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 3

masterlist | ✨- fav fics | status - completed

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Galavano by @ichorai

Bucky x Reader

a series that follows the hero galvano through the events of the mcu!

2. Time (D)rift by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Dark!Bucky x Reader Apocalypse AU

The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own.

3. Uncontrollable by @fictional-affairs

Bucky x Widow!Reader

The year is 1992. The Winter Soldier is under HYDRA’s control, and the Red Widow is under Dreykov’s control, but when they find out their organizations are working together to have them kill each other, they decide to make a deal.

4. The Lake House by @rustytricycle

Dark!Bucky x Dark!Reader

You decide to spend the summer before Freshman year of college with two of your girlfriends at one of their parents’ lake house. It turns out that Captain America and his two best friends are staying next door. Bucky thinks you might be his perfect girl. But are you too perfect?

5. turn a blind eye by @sergeantxrogers

Bucky x Reader

The Winter Soldier was cold. Brutal. Unflinching. A machine formulated to comply. Bucky Barnes was the sun warming your skin, your happy pill. Loving him was like bittersweet liquor, sickeningly sweet when you sip, harsh and burning when you swallow.

6. Rooftop Sessions by @forever-rogue

Bucky x Therapist!Reader

Y/N is a therapist that works with war veterans that ends up meeting a mysterious stranger who asks for her help.

7. it’s all fun and games, until you catch feelings by @prettyyoungtragedy

Bucky x Reader

You’re pining after Steve and Bucky is pining after Nat, what better way to distract yourself from those two perfect humans than to distract yourselves with each other?! Fuck buddies it is then.

8. oh my delightful heart by @prettyyoungtragedy

Sequel to it’s all fun and games

Bucky Barnes is the sweetest dumbest most adoring boyfriend any girl could ever ask for... 

9. Follow My Lead by @ciarawritesmarvel ✨

Bucky x Reader

You and your new friend Wanda are enjoying a day together at the Avengers Tower, her giving you a tour around the place when you both run into the infamous Bucky Barnes. Moments later, he’s introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend and placing a kiss on your temple and you’re not sure you’ve ever been so confused in your life.

10. The Maid of Mr. Barnes by @disasterofastory

Mob!Bucky x Reader

You get a job as Mr. Barnes's maid. You heard about the notorious gangster, but since you desperately need money and a place to live, you are not in a position to be picky.

11. Guiding Light by @wkemeup ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.

12. Home | Better by @softlyspector ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky comes home from his second tour overseas, after a long time away from the reader.

13. Mad For You by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Nat hosts a costume masquerade. Bucky meets the Alice to his Hatter. Shenanigans ensue. 

14. Sanguis Sanguinis Mei by @captainscanadian

Vampire!Bucky x Vampire!Reader

It took Bucky Barnes two centuries with the blood of his blood to realize how much he loved her. This is their story. 

15. Another World by @sinner-as-saint

Alien!Bucky x Reader

In a futuristic world - a millennium from now, you and your team rescue and care for stranded and hurt otherworldly beings; who are held captive and kept on Earth against their wills. You save them from the bad guys who exploit them. You help them adjust to your planet’s life, and give them their freedom back. Then one day, while on a rescue mission, you come across a human-like extraterrestrial being; in a cryogenic chamber, with a missing arm. And nothing is ever the same again…

16. Picking Up The Pieces by @gogolucky13

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not.

17. Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes ✨

Knight!Alpha!Bucky x Queen!Omega!Reader

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home. One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

18. The Escaped Bride by @marvelouslytrekking

Pirate!Bucky x Reader

Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?

19. Plot Twist by @winterarmyy

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

20. The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000 ✨

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.

21. you’re my desire by @marvelouslizzie & @notafunkiller

40s!Bucky x Reader

Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers’ date but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

22. Death Do Us Part by @sgtjbuccky ✨

God Of Death!Bucky x Mortal!Reader

For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand why they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they loved other mortals when they knew that none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live.

23. Lost In Each Other by @majestyeverlasting ✨

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

For Bucky, one of the best things to come home to is family. Especially after a day at work. So he's pleasantly surprised when you want to show him a new dress after dinner one night. And it just so happens that little Eden and Jamie find a way to work themselves into the equation. But it all makes for good fun and memories you will never forget.

24. Fight For Me by @littleseasiren

Bucky x Reader

After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

25. call me baby by @cherryrogers ✨

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker, and when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either — that was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

26. Static Verse by @theconstantsidekick ✨

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Tony Stark's sister's a fucking badass, codename—Static. Here's her story through the MCU.

27. Bygone by @borntobewondering

Bucky x Reader

You and Peter get sent back in time, and you fall in love with someone unexpected.

28. Clockwork by @aries-writingblog ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky has moved on. He’s found a place in the new world of the 21st Century. Found peace. But the past is always half a step behind him, waiting to snatch him backwards- like clockwork.

29. Deny the truth, set the world on fire by @lizatill

Bucky x Reader, Dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

He knew that she was having an affair...she denies, but the love marks on her body are still there. She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember.

30. Carnations by @viollettes

Bucky x Reader College AU

It’s a simple concept: Students can buy flowers for each other at the carnation sale. Red flowers are for love, pink flowers are for friendship, and white flowers are for expressing secret admiration. A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

[sangoziethesimp]

That would be really cute if Acheron and reader had a child together. You should totally write that :D

Fractured Family | ACHERON X FEM!READER

And I did it.

MEN AND MINORS DNI.

Y/N lives on the Astral Express, a spaceship traveling between planets. Their child, Orion, has striking purple features like their missing partner, Acheron. Acheron vanished on a mission months ago, leaving only a cryptic message. One day, Acheron returns, weary and dusty. Confusion and tension fill the air as Y/N reveals Orion is their son. A flicker of hope emerges as Acheron connects with Orion, hinting at a chance to mend their broken family.

The hum of the Astral Express lulled you to a knee as you wrestled a giggling toddler into a pair of mismatched boots. (H/c) curls, stubbornly mirroring your own, bounced with every wiggle, intermingled with a defiant streak of violet – a clear echo of Acheron's unique hair color. However, the most striking feature on his face was a pair of bright purple eyes, a perfect inheritance from his mother.

"Hold still, Orion," you pleaded, finally managing to secure the laces. His laughter echoed through the cramped cabin, a sound both familiar and foreign at the same time.

"Mommy," he exclaimed, pointing at the battered leather satchel by the bunk. "Is Mama coming home today?"

Your heart squeezed. Acheron. The name still sent a jolt through you, a bittersweet reminder of a love both passionate and fleeting. Months ago, she'd vanished on a solo mission to a remote outpost, leaving only a terse message on the ship's communication board: "Gone rogue. Taking care of it myself. Sorry."

The cabin door hissed open, revealing a weary Acheron coated in dust and grime. Her eyes, the same piercing purple you knew so well, scanned the dimly lit space before locking on the small figure huddled by the bunk.

Silence. Acheron stood frozen, her expression unreadable. Orion, sensing the tension, tilted his head and chirped, "Hi, you must be Mama!"

Acheron's brow furrowed. She slowly approached the bunk, her gaze darting between you and the child. The air crackled with unspoken questions.

Finally, she spoke, her voice a husky whisper, "Y/N... who's this?"

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself. "Acheron," you started, your voice steady despite the nervous tremor in your heart, "this is Orion. Our son."

The revelation hung heavy in the air. Acheron stared at Orion, her eyes wide with a mix of shock, disbelief, and a flicker of something you couldn't quite decipher. The stoic huntress's mask seemed to falter for a moment, a glimpse of vulnerability beneath the weathered exterior.

Then, a hesitant smile touched her lips, a sliver of recognition lighting up her purple eyes. She knelt beside Orion on the worn rug, her movements tentative at first. But as his infectious laughter filled the cramped space, a playful glint returned to her gaze.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand, brushing it against his cheek. Orion, unfazed, leaned into the touch, a contented sigh escaping his lips. A flicker of warmth crossed your chest, a fragile hope blooming amidst the years of unspoken words.

As you watched them, Acheron's calloused fingers gently traced the contours of a mismatched sock on Orion's foot. You saw a flicker of something else in her eyes then – a flicker of regret, a silent apology.

Gathering your courage, you shifted closer, leaning into the space beside Acheron. The warmth of her presence, familiar yet distant, sent a shiver down your spine. She didn't pull away, and in that small gesture, you saw a sliver of hope for the future – a chance to mend the rough patches on your relationship, to build a new foundation for your fragile family.

[dorki-c]

Utopia Lies (Part 1: Wreckage)

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku X Reader

Characters (in this part): Villain! Reader and Prohero! Midoriya Izuku 

Tw: Car accident

A/n: Hello everybody! I AM BACK WITH A NEW MINI SERIES!! After taking a long break from writing to enjoy my summer holiday, I am here again with a long awaited project that I teased a while back :) 

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(Why did it end this way?)

Knuckles, strained themselves under the tight pressure of the person controlling them, gripping the slick carbon-fibre steering wheel.

Though the pain- both mentally and physical- was easily ignored by the tinted driver’s seat window rolling down to allow fresh air, from the empty fields decorated with wildflowers and the camouflaged clouds, to bellow across sensitive flesh features and comb through tear-soaked lashes paired with sore eyelids that dried up like a desert, with a lifeless emotion sinking into the colour of your two orbs.

Tyres dipped into small forming puddles and shook the excess water off to the overgrown shrubbery that made up the curb of the road.

Holding the clutch pedal down, an achy hand reached out for the gear stick to manoeuvre it into the 5th gear.

When retracting the achy hand back to the wheel as the foot, on the accelerator, pushed down further, the engine reeved itself up and created louder noise within the silent atmosphere.

Though you shouldn’t have done that.

Especially when turning a sharp corner and the four-by-four’s wheels emitted a high-pitched screech.

It was in the moment, even though you were secure in a plush seat, that a gust of air harshly hoisted you upwards- causing your limbs to escape from where they previously laid to become a jumbled mess.

Let’s just say, you were out for the count.

(How could you do this to yourself?)

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“Deku! You’ve finally arrived!”

The scene was a familiar sight to see, yet highly unanticipated at the same time. With police officers looking around the area to find any more hints of why this could’ve happened, the fire and rescue team on hand were awaiting the ambulance and keeping an eye on the vehicle in case anything else happens.

Yet…

“Hey! Sorry I’m late, getting to this place was a bit hectic.”

Scratching the backside of his neck, the glistening ground was slippery to walk across as rubber soles made their acquittance to the concrete.

“What happened here?” A familiar car laid slanted in the hedgerow with lines splattered across transparent glass. The pro-hero is internally swearing that he recognises this car, but… its like he can’t think of why he recognises it.

With one of the officers detailing him how it was “A car accident” with “no passengers in sight”, there was little that they could investigate besides the number plate and DNA samples from the seats and stirring wheel.

,

.

. Flickering illuminations shone down as two pairs of footsteps echoed across used-to-be clean navy-blue tiles- which are now muddled with dirt and grime washed over and in between the cracks of said tiles- but with heroes and police officers racing or walking down this particular hallway on most days, its dull and quiet for a Saturday evening when crime is usually at its highest.

“One of the officers said you recognised the vehicle, is that right Deku?” The detective announced out of nowhere, catching Izuku off guard and opening a can of worms that both of them didn’t expect to be opened tonight.

“Yep, it’s correct.” The folder that was being held in Izuku’s hand was slightly crinkled at the edge of its cheap paper base.

“That was (y/n)’s—there’s no doubt about it.” The detailing of the stirring wheel, material of the seats, and finally, the paint job that was done on the car—Izuku knew from the bottom of his heart that it was your car.

But what was strange is that there was nobody in the car when the officers caught up to the dead-end of the speed race.

Did somebody steal your car or was it all a scene to throw him off guard?

Everybody knows what your like, even he does, so why is your sudden disappearance a surprise to him when he arrives at the crime scene?

More or less, why does the sudden activity from your rouge motives bring back the last conversation he had with you?

“Where have you been?” Was something you didn’t expect to hear. But the frustration preceded the speaker’s hero-persona into something more personal.

Especially after a languid Sunday night patrol when the tattered body suit clung for dear life against dirt ridden sticky skin and bruises that are going to hurt tenfold the morning after.

Turning yourself to the direction of the sound was Izuku holding a cup of coffee paired with furrowed green eyebrows. If it helps, then imagine the faux glow of the moon glazing his stern, hinged shut jaw clenched together with an intense gaze, that even villains would shiver under, glaring at you when the soft brr of your coffee machine begins to filter out small brown caffeinated granules into a plastic jug.

Motioning to your clothes and replying to his comment by saying “I’ve been at work.” Did not ease the intension between the pair.

Hearing a light tut be released from those thin lips of his, Izuku took a sip from the steaming caffeinated drink before setting it down on a nearby counter.

“I saw your fight today.”

A light hum for the male to continue was released.

“I’m worried about you.”

Just when you were about to place the ceramic cup down, a light pause ensued.

.

.

.

“I don’t know what your getting yourself worked up about—” You announced. “—there’s nothing wrong with me, I haven’t fainted yet.”

Blatantly, you knew there is something wrong with you.

“Then where the hell have you been, (y/n)?”

Grabbing the handle of the plastic pot, now filled with a deep brown liquid, the pro-hero was about to cautiously pour the steaming brew into their ceramic mug.

Taking a whiff of the aroma, the slight twitch of your nose alerted the rest of your battle worn body to enter another fight or flight mode.

“Nobody has been able to contact you for weeks—” A smash of clay had met the wall, where the singing liquid had splattered against the newly damaged wall and the male’s face.

“Shut up.” Rumbling anger bubbled threateningly in the pits of (y/n)’s chest.

“And take what I’m going to say as some advice for once.” Even if Izuku was the top boss of the hero world, you had always held a notorious reputation for making people piss in their pants.

“What—” Flabbergasted at your comment and how rudely you cut him off by saying “leave”, he takes his exit through the front door and never returns.

(Leaving you to wallow in your guilt as a text message from your phone pops up saying: “You made the right choice.”)

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Looking back into the distance, after the sirens had stopped with police evacuating the scene, there was a million miles of distance between that of the car wreck and your slightly ragged form.

But its all said and done.

The announcement of your status was released only a few days ago and now the whole country is on a hunt for you.

In reality, running away is not as exhilarating as it sounds- more so, its like the slow rise of suffocating humidity within the air.

With a soft rustling of vegetation alerting the run-away rouge, a hint of glossy blue eyes peeked through the shrubbery.

“And here I thought you’d never arrive.”

“Did I have a choice, though?”

(What brave words to say, I would be careful if I was you.)

Taglist:

@quietlegends @dragonsdreamoffire @sweater-weather-seven @midnightmoonkiss @glitterfreezed @tifaswriting​ @re4lm-ai​ @candybabey​

[grettinara]

Oh wow, I'm done writing this, hope you enjoy it.

"A-kun, hurry up"

"Floyd, I'm not sure that it will not be dangerous for our dear guests"

"Soon the end of the month, you need to count all including: salary,purchase of products, and a few dishes(due to a certain incident)"-this is the everyday routine Manager Mostro Lounge-Azul Ashengrotto.

Not a moment's peace, Azul thought to himself. In addition to managing the restaurant, communicating with potential customers, he had to study hard. And after a while, Azul began to notice some feelings towards the prefect of the abandoned dorm-Y/n. His feelings began to gradually manifest after his overblot, it was then, at the moment when he was returning the photo to its place, that Y/n uttered those words that were forever stuck in his heart. When Y / n asked him for help with the Scarabia, he agreed, although he showed that he was doing it for himself, but in fact he wanted Y / n to rely on him, and perhaps she would also have feelings for him.

Azul valued the prefect very much:for her bravery, intelligence and quick wit, however, he was in no hurry to admit, because he thought that Y/n, even after all the comforting words in his address, still considers him a rogue octopus, unworthy of love, and this very much hurt the heart of Azul.

The twins very quickly realized that their headman had fallen in love (although he did not want to admit it) and decided to help the octopus a little.

"Ne, Jade, just look at how much Azul wants the attention of Shrimp-chan, heh sometimes it looks so funny, looking at how she doesn't notice him his sympathy"

"Oya oya, Floyd, maybe we should help our Azul a little," Jade suddenly said.

"Huh?"

"I really was very curious to see some response"

"You serious right now?"

"Well, you can think of this little experiment"-still with a polite smile, said Jade

"Oh, okay, just don't make me a lot of things to do, okay?"-with a little enthusiasm answered Floyd.

"Of course, Floyd, you'll have a very small job, I'll do the rest"

*a few days later*

Operation "Make Azul and Y/n confess to each other" has begun.

Y/n usually communicate with your friends Ace and Deuce on the topic prestasi lessons

"Phew, I really thought I was gonna die, Divus-Sensei, we absolutely did not spare" -with a tired voice said Ace

"Yes, I agree with you today, today's theme was so difficult,"replied the Deuce

"Guys, cheer up, we will succeed. I found a few books in the library about the subject, and can be collected and.....

"~Koebii-chaaaan!!!~ "a familiar voice sounded almost next to Y/n.

"Oh, it's you Floyd"

"He he, Koebi-chan, Jade needs you very, very much right now in Mostro Lounge," Floyd replied with some joy.

"Ah, why? I don't work there... If it has something to do with what you want to do some kind of deal,..."

"No, no, don't worry it is not connected with transactions(well, maybe a little bit)

"Um, okay, Ace, Deuce watch Grimm while I'm gone, when I know that from me, I'll be right back."Y/n replied.

*Mostro Lounge*

A little later

"So why did Jade call me?"-you asked.

"You see, he wants to try to introduce a new dish to the menu, and he needs help with the choice of spices," Floyd said cheerfully.

"But I'm not an expert in this"

"A.. "

" Well, here we are! Jade I brought Y/n-Chan!!!" With a sharp cry, Floyd pushed Y/n into a small room and closed the door.

From the other side of the room, an expletive could be heard, clearly coming from Azul

" Jade, what's this joke, open the door now!!!" From the outside, it was clear that Azul had not come here of his own free will.

"A A Azul... what's going on here?"

"What?..." -Azul clearly did not notice how Y/n literally flew in from the other side of the room.

"Y/n...., are you ... are you okay? The young man asked, a little embarrassed.

"Y y yes, everything is fine, except for the fact that we seem to be locked in here."

The girl tried to get up, but tripped over the box that was next to her.

"Y/N!!!" Azul caught the girl,but as a result, she fell right on top of Azul.

"Oh" - the girl opened her eyes and after a few seconds the realization of what had happened came to her. "Um, Azul sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

Y/n tried to get up, but Azul held her close.

"Azul?" the girl's face was starting to turn red

"Y/n.... I really like you."

The girl blushed at this unexpected admission. Still, Azul was not a fool, and he began to understand what was what, but in his head he had already built a small plan of reckoning for Jade and Floyd.

Y/n's sharp voice snapped him out of his thoughts."It's true, really, what did you just say?" That's when it was time for Azul to blush and press the girl even harder

"Yes, I've liked you for a very long time...., d d don't think that I deliberately set this up, and and and, umph..." Azul's lips covered a very gentle kiss, to which he could not help but respond.

*Somewhere in the Mostro Lounge*

"Heh, Jade, but your plan worked"

"How lucky we are that we have a lot of room"

"Hmm, Floyd, and maybe we should try to bring people, this experiment with Azul and Y/n showed a brilliant result"

"Here's another, it's so boring and long. I don't want to"

"Oya oya Floyd, well, okay,the main thing is that Azul is happy."

[glassessence]

PGR - OC

I got so inspired by everyone’s creativity that I created my own OC ^^” Even though she’s a member of the Purifying Force, I hope she’ll still be received warmly. Special thanks to @punishing-gray-raven-ocs​ for their detailed posts about character creation that really made me think about Lydias! 

Warning: I may have gone a bit overboard with the detail. It’s a long read! Also, I threw in a not-so-subtle reference to the most traumatic Memory Rescue mission lmao. So proceed with caution, I guess HAHA

Name                          Lydias: Umbral

Type                            Offensive Support-type Construct

Service time              1 year

Psychological age    24

Activation date         15 March

Height                         167 cm

Weight                        59 kg

Vital fluid type          O

Faction                        Purifying Force

Rank                            A

Weapon                      Chakrams (preferred) /  Gun

Damage type             70% Dark, 30% Physical

Lydias is a support-type Construct modelled after Watanabe’s Astral frame. She has extreme stealth capabilities and excels at tracking, making her ideal for the execution of rogue and infected Constructs.

Her missions mostly involve infiltration and spying, although she’s also been deployed on assassination missions. Those orders come straight from Nikola and their records are kept top-secret, inaccessible even to Bianca.

Her frame is designed for long-range sniping and comes equipped with visual accuracy enhancements and superb calculative powers. However, Lydias prefers to engage her targets in close combat. Killing Constructs from afar feels cruel and cold, like they really are meaningless machines instead of former comrades.

She truly believes in the good of the Purifying Force, but hates the things she has to do. She doesn’t feel like she belongs, but also can’t see a future for herself anywhere else.

Her fighting style is very graceful, featuring a lot of spins and flips that are reminiscent of a dance. Her signature move is called “Blade Dance.”

B A C K G R O U N D 

Lydias was born to a wealthy family in Babylonia. Her mother joined the war effort as a Commandant shortly after she was born and is known as the leader of the elite task force, Cybele. Since then, Lydias has always wanted to follow in her mother’s famous footsteps.

Originally a Commandant of the Black Wolves, a certain incident caused her to give up the position and apply for reconstruction. Despite having low compatibility for Tantalum-193, her application was approved after negotiations with Nikola. Following her surgery, she was transferred to the Purifying Force.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Shows affection through actions rather than words. Bakes cakes for the humans of Babylonia in her free time

Philosophical, often ponders on the nature of humans and of the war

Likes to make dirty jokes and tease others

Obedient to a fault because she doesn’t trust her own judgement

Comes across as cold, but is just awkward with introductions

Doesn't think very highly of herself. Ignores it when other Constructs call her "traitorous hunting dog" but secretly thinks they're right

Loves the sea and the fathomless depths yet to be explored. Likes to go swimming at every opportunity

Prefers to work alone, but overprotective of her comrades when in a team. Frequently throws herself in harm’s way to shield her teammates. Knows it’s not good, but is too haunted by her past

Trusts easily, but is very guarded with her heart

Knows how to dance a lot of old-school styles like ballroom and ballet, but is too shy to ask anyone to practice with her

S E C R E T S

Has memorised a lot of poetry from before the Punishing Virus outbreak

Gets intensely lonely and jealous when seeing close squad camaraderie like Gray Raven’s

Avoids Kamui because he reminds her of someone she’s lost

Has spied on Watanabe extensively under Babylonian orders and is deeply fascinated by him

Doesn’t trust Nikola, but is unable to disobey his commands

Secretly harbours doubts about Babylonia’s mission to reclaim Earth

Has obtained special permission to download the data of the Black Wolves and often reads the records to keep them alive in her heart

V O I C E   L I N E S

“Team leader? No, I refuse. You’re making a grave mistake.”

“I’m not suited for protecting people.”

“My opinion on the Forsaken? They’re hardworking, loyal, and--Nevermind. We seem to share a similar goal.”

“The Black Wolves? Where did you hear of that name?! Don’t mention it again!”

“I baked a cake today. Would you like some?”

“Yes, I can dance. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell the others…”

“I can teach you to dance. Privately, if you’d like. Haha, just kidding.”

“Becoming a Construct was a decision I made rashly. I don’t necessarily regret it, but…”

“Are we really doing the right thing? This endless war… All these years… What have we really achieved?”

INTERLUDE

D U S K F A L L

A voice cracked over the intercom. “...dant…Com...ant...Commandant, do you hear me?!”

Lydias blinked. The urgency in his voice caught her off guard. Ferdinand kept his cool even in the most dire of situations. Something was very wrong. “Tell me, Ferdie.” Static. “Ferds? Come through!” Nothing. Communications had been poor ever since they’d entered this area, but they’d managed until now. For it to suddenly fail like that… it couldn’t be a coincidence.

“Shit,” she said, turning to the other two Constructs with her. “On guard, guys. Something’s coming and comms are down.”

Ilya grimaced. “Sure it’s not one of Ferdinand’s pranks again?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Flora offered, even as she tightened her grip on her lance. “Pesky little bastard would find it hilarious.” Lydias said nothing. She was too tense. There was a taste in the air, a metallic tang that churned in her belly. Sweat dripped into her eye. Suddenly, a hand slapped her on the back. “Relax, Commandant,” Ilya chuckled. “We’ll protect you like always. No need to be so scared all the time.”

Something in her loosened, just a bit. “Shouldn’t I be the one protecting you?” she retorted, trying to project confidence. “You guys with your fragile little M.I.N.Ds?” Flora laughed, a deep-belly rumble that Lydias loved. The knot in her stomach unravelled some more. “You do that, Commandant,” Flora said. “We’ll just twirl our pointy sticks at the bad guys.”

Lydias was just about to say something snarky when she caught movement in the corner of her eye. She swirled, gun at the ready. There was still no word from Ferdinand. “I’m sensing a large Corrupted force in our perimeter,” Ilya reported. His voice had lost its casual lilt. “They’ve got us surrounded.”

Lydias cursed. “How’s that Memory retrieval coming along?”

“Slowly,” Ilya replied unhappily. Flora clicked her tongue. The Corrupted were visible now. They weren’t like anything Lydias had seen before. They carried advanced weapons - chainsaws and spears and bows - and seemed to be organised into phalanxes. Dread coiled in her belly. “We’ve been ambushed,” she breathed in horror. “Ferdinand tried to warn us. They must have blocked off comms.”

“Well, shit,” Flora grunted. The Corrupted army was within gunshot range now. “When the fuck did they get so smart?”

“Someone must be leading them,” Ilya said. “How did the information leak?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Lydias said. “We need to retreat. Now.” A bullet flew by her head, burning the shell of her ear as it passed. Her heart hammered. “Back off,” Flora growled. She twirled her spear, eyes flashing as she impaled the Corrupted soldier. Beside her, Ilya stepped forward, fast as a flash, and stabbed one through the neck. Lydias fired off three shots, watching in grim satisfaction as two buried themselves in the heads of two infected Constructs.

The scene descended into chaos just as Ferdinand’s broken voice sounded in her ear. “...n...way! Comm...ant!”

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Flora stumbled back. She was breathing heavily. Vital fluid leaked steadily from several places, staining her coat a rich purple. Ilya was behind her, grimacing. His left arm was gone, torn away at the shoulder. Sparks flew from the exposed wires within. Beside them, Lydias swayed unsteadily. She clutched at her stomach. Red blood seeped through her fingers. All their attempts to break through had failed. Things were looking more hopeless by the minute. 

“Commandant,” Ilya said, voice strained. “Turn off my pain receptors.” Flora nodded. “Same here.” Lydias coughed wetly. Her vision was growing dim. “It’s dangerous,” she admitted, wishing she could shut off her own terrible pain. “But there’s no other choice.” She authorised the command. Her team’s face relaxed immediately. She met their determined gazes and nodded. “We’re all gonna go home. Together.”

Ilya smiled. Flora grinned. But there was a sadness in their faces Lydias didn’t want to acknowledge. Her connection with Ferdinand was still blocked. He could be dead for all she knew. She turned away from the thought. Just survive, Lydias. And take the Wolves home.

Together, the Black Wolves rose. Ilya with his dagger and Flora with her spear. Unseen by Lydias, they nodded to each other. An agreement, a pact. A promise. Renewed, they threw themselves at the Corrupted like cornered animals. Slowly, inch by painful inch, an exit was being forced open. Corrupted weapons dug into their bodies, but they pushed on. 

Lydias fought beside them, swinging her chakrams haphazardly. Her gun had run out of ammo long ago. She stumbled, half-blind, and almost skewered herself on the end of a Corrupted sword. She could hardly think straight; blood loss was making her weak. Suddenly, a voice crackled in her mind. “Commandant!” Ferdinand’s voice tumbled through her hazy thoughts. “The signal jammer is gone. What’s your status?!”

Her heart soared, bringing with it a brief burst of clarity. “Ferdie! It’s an ambush. We need support!”

“I’ve already informed Babylonia,” he said urgently. “Reinforcement is on the way. I’m coming to you, Commandant. Just hold on!” His signal blinked to life, moving rapidly towards their location. Lydias smiled grimly. Ferdinand was on his way. Support was coming. Surely, they would be okay. They would make it out of this. She just had to hold on for a little longer. 

Flora’s signal pulsed unsteadily and Ilya’s grew fainter with every breath. Lydias clung with desperation to the unstable M.I.N.Ds of her Wolves. I will protect you.

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“Coming through!” A ray of energy tore through the Corrupted wave. Lydias spied Ferdinand’s face through the sea of blades. She almost wept with relief. “Retreat,” she said hoarsely, struggling to stay conscious. “Black Wolves, retreat!”

On cue, Ilya and Flora rushed through the tunnel, half-carrying Lydias with them. Between one ferocious breath and the next, they’d broken through the Corrupted circle. She tumbled bonelessly into Ferdinand’s open arms. He took a brief moment to survey her and paled. “The meeting point isn’t far,” he said. “Support will be there.” He picked up Lydias and turned to run, but Ilya and Flora didn’t follow. 

“Sorry, but this is the end of the road for me,” Flora said wryly. “Didn’t think it’d end like this.” She spat out a wad of purple fluid. “At least these fuckers will go down with me.”

“And you get the privilege of dying by my side,” Ilya said primly, readjusting his grip on his dagger. Flora laughed, an edge of sadness in her voice. “Yeah, old man, I guess I do.”

Lydias stirred in Ferdinand’s arms. “No,” she said, forcing herself to meet their gazes. “I won’t allow it.” 

“Unfortunately, Commandant,” Ilya said. “This time it’s not up to you.” He raised his remaining hand in a salute. “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“Go on,” Flora growled. “We’ll make sure nobody pursues you.”

Ferdinand pursed his lips, but nodded tightly. Lydias fought in his grip. She hardly even felt the pain. “No!” she screamed, or tried to. It was hard to tell where her voice was. “Don’t! I forbid it! That’s an order!” He started running. She watched helplessly as the distance grew. “Stop! Go back, we have to help them! Stop!”

In the fading light, Ilya fell and was immediately consumed by a horde of Corrupted hands. His signal weakened then blinked out. A scream tore itself from her throat. She thrashed in Ferdinand’s grip and felt his hold on her loosen. White-hot pain shot through her body as she tumbled to the ground. Mad with grief, she crawled forward desperately, mind blank except for the desire to be with her Wolves. 

Strong arms lifted her up. Ferdinand’s lively voice was dull. “Please don’t do this, Lydias.” 

“Let go, Ferdie,” she said angrily. “We have to--” Flora’s signal flickered out. Lydias felt her spirit break. “No,” she cried. “Please, no.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. Words abandoned her. The world seemed to shrink, compacting to a single thought: she had failed. 

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She woke to white light. Something beeped steadily beside her. Tubes ran from her body to several machines like the tentacles of some deep sea creature. Her entire body hurt. Immediately, she reached for the Black Wolves, but their signals were absent, leaving her mind uncomfortably empty. Panic settled like ice in her veins. It couldn’t be. It was impossible. 

Surely, they had recalled their consciousnesses. Surely, she’d simply woken up early. And where was Ferdie? Gasping, Lydias stood, dragging her broken body to the wall of windows. She brought a fist to the cool glass. Nikola watched her from the other side. “Where are they,” she croaked. “What happened?”

He shook his head sympathetically. “They didn’t recall their consciousness. According to our records, Ilya and Flora died protecting you from pursuit. Ferdinand was infected.” His eyes were grave. “He guarded you until reinforcements arrived.”

She didn’t know if she could bear the answer, but she asked anyway. “And then?”

Nikola studied her for a long moment before giving in. “And then the Punishing Virus took over his M.I.N.D. He escaped because we prioritised your survival.” A desperate hope sparked to life within her. “So he’s still alive? Then there’s still a chance! Please, let me find him!”

“You know it doesn’t work like that.” 

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

He turned away from her. “The Purifying Force has already been sent after him. I’m sorry, Lydias.”

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Three weeks later

“Are you sure?” Nikola asked, studying her with intensity. “Your chances of success are only 47%.”

Lydias stared at him blankly. “I’m sure.”

“I’m afraid I can’t allow it. Commandants are valuable to Babylonia. Perhaps even more than Constructs. Few possess the will and compatibility to stabilize M.I.N.Ds. Someone as experienced as you is not expendable.”

“Then I quit being a Commandant. I refuse to lead another squad.” She looked away. “I couldn’t protect any of them. Not a single one.” Her voice broke. “I’m not… I don’t think I can--I just can’t.”

Nikola considered her with some pity. “What do you want then, Lydias?”

“You know what I want. I’m not afraid of dying.”

“I know you’re not afraid, but it seems to me like you seek it.”

She said nothing. Nikola sighed. “I’d rather not lose you completely. You have experience and ability. The Black Wolves were specifically chosen for that mission for your competence. Aife will increase our combat power significantly against the Corrupted.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s unfortunate, but these things happen at war.”

“Say whatever you want,” Lydias said stubbornly. “But this is my final decision.”

“Fine,” Nikola said. “Your attempt at redemption is admirable. I’ll grant your request, but if you survive, you’ll work directly under me. Is that acceptable?”

“Perfectly.”

INTERLUDE HIDDEN CHAPTER

F A D I N G   L I G H T

Flora: Fairfrost - Voice Log 

*sounds of fighting* I hope this reaches you, Commandant. I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer and… *grunting* I just wanna say goodbye. The old man’s already gone. I felt his signal die out a while ago. He went down taking a blade for me, can you believe it? Even though I’m the Attacker Construct. *panting* You know what his last words to me were? “It hurts.” As if our pain receptors weren’t turned off. I know what he means though. *blades clashing* After all, we all wanna go back home with you. But life’s a bit unfair, eh? For once, I don’t mind. Protecting your back… it almost makes me feel like a hero. That ain’t something you experience every day, y’know? *metal tearing* I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you. For being someone worthy of love. *crash, wet coughing* It’s been my honour and privilege to have been one of your Wolves, Commandant. You’ll remember me, won’t you?

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Ferdinand: Aegis - Voice Log 

Lydias… This will probably be my last communication with you. I never would have thought this would be how it ends, but… Well, I’m just glad that I get to spend my final moments with you. I can feel my M.I.N.D. slipping, but Babylonia will be here any second now. They’ll take care of you, the way I wish I could. *sigh* Ah, there are so many things I want to say. I have nothing to lose anymore, so I hope you’re ready to listen. *deep breath* I love you. The way you laugh at my jokes and tease me. The way you can talk about anything. Your smile, your lips. I love the way you kiss me. And of course, I love our late night activities… Such as you trying to teach me to dance. *short laughter* Were you expecting me to say something else, Commandant? You--*grunt, glitching* Looks like my time is running out. I should go, but promise me one thing, Lydias. Promise me you’ll keep your heart open, so that someone else can love you as you deserve. I--You--*glitches*

DATA CORRUPTED.

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The First Basterd: DonnyxFem!Reader

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A/N *Reader is Polish & Jewish, but you don't have to be either to read it :D

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You huffed as you walked through the dense forest. A puff of cool air forming a cloud before your lips as you marched through the winter. Your sniper was slung over your shoulders. You gave the bright grey sky a rare glance with a sigh, before returning to the constant scan of forest floor. You were once a lone sniper, far from home. You had been, since 1939. Lone sniper or not, you quickly learned that in order to survive in war, you had to make a few allies. By late 1942, you had more than a few. Things would change then, though you hadn't anticipated that just yet. By late 1942, you had made a name for yourself. Now, none of your enemies quite knew your name. All they could call you was the Basterd. A composite sketch of you from descriptions from nazis who'd barely survived your gaze was sent halfway around Europe and back. By late 1942, every nazi west of the Vistula River knew your face, and knew you as the Basterd. By 1943, they'd learn you were only the first basterd. 

Back in November of 1942, just before the basterds left England to jump over France, they were informed at the last minute that a special agent working undercover in France would be guiding them when they landed. They were expecting an older, more experienced, serious, mysterious agent. Probably a British spy, or a rogue Soviet. The kind of thing they saw in old movies. They got you, instead. And they loved you... Maybe a little too much, you'd say. It had been a year since then, and you loved them all to pieces, honestly. But, you were a little more than a little annoyed by now. Each and every basterd loved you in his own way...and consequently, became overprotective. Every time you had to risk showing your face to nazis, Aldo hung around dangerously closely, which only made it all riskier. Smitty tried to convince you to only use your sniper, and never even get close enough to have your face seen at all. Omar called him all sorts of names over that, but then acted even more ridiculously by making a Robin-esque kind of mask for you. Hirschberg ceaselessly and shamelessly flirted with you, and stole your kills, insisting you shouldn't waste your time. Wicki was a little more...mature about it. He was still overprotective, but quiet about it. None was more head over heels than Donny. You liked to hang around with him a little more because he made you feel less like a liability, and more like a basterd. Still, it took every ounce of patience and strength to not remind them every waking moment of your life that you were once the Basterd. Until today. Donny took a bullet for you. Well...it was meant for you, but it was a whole meter away from you. The bullet grazed Donny's shoulder, but it could have been so much worse. When the scalping and interrogating was over, you were fuming as you paced back and forth, gathering all the supplies you needed to take care of Donny. "The basterds need you, Y/n. I need you." He knew exactly what you were thinking, and it scared him. What scared you more was that this was not the first time one of the basterds had done something stupid like that. And, you weren't so sure it would be the last. You were tired of it, and you were tired of thinking that if some day, something happened to them, it would be because of you. "Not now, Donny." You shook your head, and clenched your jaw, knowing that if you didn't, you would raise your voice and all hell. "What?" "Not like this," You were exasperated, shaking your head, "Not now. Not in the middle of a fucking war." You were livid. You and Donny had joked about it before. As time went on, you had to actually talk about it.  It kept you both up till two am. It got you both through gunfire, through rain, through sleepless nights. But you'd both come to the same conclusion. This was war. This was no place for love. "Fuck a duck," Donny reached for your hand, but you pulled away as he called out, "I couldn't fucking let them hurt you! Y-" "I was a whole meter away from the bullet! I am not a child in need of protecting." You did your best at cleaning the wound, focusing directly on the blood. If you looked at him, at that smirk you knew he had, you would probably punch him. "When you Americans were still arguing about joining the war, I was already out here, alone, with a stolen gun, running out of bullets, far from home, and far from any allies. I've seen it all, done it all. I've survived." You muttered, "I don't know what more you expect from me." You finally looked at him, with a reproachful glance that stung him,  "I don't know why you expect so little when I'm one of you!" He stammered for a moment, not able to find any justification for it. "It's not that we expect little from you, it's just that....we....I mean..." Donny wasn't the kind of person that stuttered, stammered, and stalled. Whatever he had to say to you, he was having a hard time putting into words, and you were not happy about it. You gave up, uncrossed your arms with an exasperated sigh, and turned away.  "For fuck's sake." "It's just that..." You stormed out of the tent to grab some more bandages, and he followed you. "What? That I'm a girl? I should be sitting behind a typewriter on a fucking base? I should just stick to being a nurse? Let me re-fucking-mind you that I was not trained to be a nurse, I learned all of this out here on my own, years before you even fucking enlisted." All the basterds were sitting around, and could hear it all too clearly. It didn't matter to you, and it didn't embarrass you as much as it would have any other day. They could hear anyway, and...you wanted them to hear. You wanted all of them to quit it. Omar munched on a sandwich and remarked with a shrug, "...She has a point," not yet realizing how serious you were. "Omar!" Smitty put up his hands in exasperation, shaking his head. Aldo muttered, as he opened his tin of snuff, "Just keep your fucken mouth shut."

"Unbelievable. After a whole fucking year..." you muttered, rifling through the supplies for at least one clean, spare bandage. Wicki turned to the others, whispering "So she's mad-mad..." "What else is new?" Hirschberg chuckled, and all the basterds glared at him, not wanting to collectively face your vengeance. Because, as much as they acted like big bad basterds around you and the rest of the world, they were just a tiny bit scared of you. And rightfully so. You shook your head, "I have a higher body count than all of you combined." That alone would have struck fear in anyone's heart. You finally wrapped a bandage around Donny's wound tightly. "Ow! Fuck, Y/n!" "When will you stop acting like I need saving?!" You put your hands at your hips, finally looking at them all, effectively terrifying them. The only thing more terrifying at the moment would be to lose you. "I'm sick and tired of this ridiculous shit. If this is as far as we can get without one of you biting a fucking bullet 'for me', then maybe I should quit." You were dead serious.

You turned your back on them, walking east, which terrified them even more, as they all jumped to their feet, and rushed toward you. "Where are you going?" Wicki asked, completely concerned. Honestly, that was his thing. Being a bit older than all the basterds, he was usually genuinely concerned for all of you. But...mostly you. "You were all ordered to be on this team. I chose it. Now I'm choosing to go to Frankfurt. If you want to come, be my guest. But don't ever do anything stupid, like that again" You gestured to Donny, and he only grinned, wanting desparately to believe that you were bluffing. But, even he knew better than that. "What the hell's in Frankfurt?" Aldo asked, packing up his few belongings, quickly followed by the others. You turned back to look at them, beginning to grin a little. "You ever hear of a man by the name of Hugo Stiglitz?" There was a resounding no. You sighed, "If you want to know, then walk and talk," you shrugged, slinging your sniper over your shoulder, as you walked east. The basterds trotted by, as you revealed a particularly interesting anecdote. _____________ It was 1939. Sirens had been blaring so long and so often, when they stopped, everything sounded as if you were underwater. There was nothing and no one left in Krakow that you could recognize. There were nazis in the streets. There was glass on the ground. People were missing. You had only one chance to escape. It was on the shore of the Vistula river, under the cover of the dark night sky, and the shroud of a thundering storm that you took that chance. You killed a nazi. You took his sniper, and you took off, hoping to make it to Denmark, which was still free at the time. Then, you were sure you'd find a way to help. You'd been running for days on end. When you finally had a moment to breathe, you were in a land you did not know. You didn't even know what day it was. It had felt as though years had gone by. But when you looked around in the dimly lit streets of a strange and small town, your hands shook, your heart stopped, and you watched as your world collapsed. You were in the middle of Germany, nowhere near Denmark. You were only beginning to panic... You had nowhere to go. You had no way to hide a sniper. You felt a thousand eyes falling on you accusingly. You had just caught the eye of a man in a gestapo uniform. He walked over to you, and people turned away. He had been alerted about a "suspicious figure." When he spotted you, he  walked down the street, not raising any alarms or orders. He walked by you, ushering you to a side street, then to a quiet, isolated alley. He saw how terrified you were, and quickly began explaining he knew a place where you could hide. You looked at him, with wide eyes, and hardly breathing. You saw blood on his knife. (And years later, you'd learn he'd just killed one of his officers, minutes before finding you.) He smiled kindly, thinking for a moment, finding the string of Polish words he'd learned not too long ago. "Nazywam się Hugo Stiglitz." 'My name is Hugo Stiglitz.' You didn't know if you could trust him, but when you saw his eyes, you knew you had no choice. When you realized he was putting himself on the line for you, you spoke to him in whatever German you could piece together, "Ich kann von hier aus gehen. Ich kann es schaffen. Geh, bevor du erwischt wirst." You looked so frightened, he could hardly believe what you'd just said, "I can go from here. I can make it. Go, before you get caught."

Hugo simply shook his head, with an assuring smile. "Frag mich nicht Dinge, die ich nicht tun kann." "Don't ask me things I cannot do."

Hugo hid you in the home of a friend, and then another, and another. There was a chain of them. Some of them were hiding neighboring families, some were hiding childhood friends. Some were hiding complete strangers, like you. Hugo visited you every day, wherever you were hidden. He couldn't help you get to Denmark, but, France was an option. He warned you that part of, if not all of France would probably be invaded in a matter of time, and urged you to find a way out. Anywhere. As far as you could. You promised him you'd stay safe, and stay in France, but...he wouldn't find out, would he? He sighed as he escorted you himself to France, knowing you'd be safe there. But, something told him you wouldn't do as he'd advised you to do. No, you had that restless fire in your eyes that belonged to the rebels and the righteous. He smiled, knowing wherever you went after that moment was out of his hands. But fighters like you were never out of his mind. Only months later, he saw the sketch of your face, and he sighed. He wasn't surprised, but he wished you the best. _____________ Four years later, you studied the bloodied papers and 'wanted' picture in your hands. It was a warrant for Hugo's arrest. He was on the run, believed to be somewhere in France. He was to be brought in alive. You only hoped he hadn't been found yet. But if he had, you were going to do something about it. It was only fair, you smirked. Donny found your smirk incredibly cute, though he was undoubtedly a little jealous seeing you get so worked up about some guy. Some guy that wasn't him. He went along with it, trying to stay out of your way. He'd annoyed you before, but this time you were not budging. Every one of the basterds followed you without question. You broke them in and out of a high security prison all the way in Frankfurt. Aldo had his usual spiel ready, of course, being a slave to appearances and all.  Now, he had you to thank for this new recruit. Hugo nodded briefly at Aldo. But, a faint flicker of his old smile graced that grim cell when he realized just who had led the basterds to him. When Hugo was free from his cell, you hugged him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him. Donny wasn't too thrilled, but you'd both laugh about it some years later in a diner, back in Boston, far from the war and all the ruins it left. It'd be a long time till then. And you were still upset at the boys. If leading them directly into Germany, and in and out of a high security prison, without loosing a single basterd wasn't impressive enough, you didn't know what was. Needless to say, it only took a few hours to find out. You walked at the end of the group, in case any nazis were still on your trail. You were, after all the best marskman they had. Hugo was just ahead of you, but barely. He was tired, more tense then when you had last seen him, which seemed utterly impossible. You spoke in broken German. Wicki was way ahead, he wouldn't hear. "Du bist verletzt." "You're hurt." When Donny heard your voice, he slowed down a little. You smirked, already knowing that basterd was jealous as hell. Still, he muttered something to himself about not knowing anything other than English, and some Italian. Hugo nodded, simply, acknowledging that though you'd known him briefly, you were the only living person who knew him at all. He said one simple word in your language, "Tak." 'Yes.' knowing there was no use in denying it. "If someone comes up behind us, leave me behind." You smiled and shook your head, "Don't ask me things I cannot do." He sighed, remembering that, but still shook his head, "You made it this far without me, why-" "Without you? That's a laugh." It was then that you noticed Hirschberg making a mistake you had made back in 1941. "HIRSCHBERG GET AWAY FROM THERE!" He was on thin ice. Literal, thin ice. Listening to the roaring bellow of the frozen lake. "HIRSCHBERG!" He was listening to everything but you. "GEROLD." He turned to you with wide eyes, knowing to be fucking terrfiied if you ever called him by his first name. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE, GET OUT OF THERE!" Just as he started to get up, the ice beneath his feet began to crack. Donny, through the throbbing, searing pain in his arm, instinctively flung forward, running, and reaching for Hirschberg. "DONNY DON'T!" He slipped away from your grasp, dropping his bat on the ground as he lunged to save his brother in arms. The ice, already fragile and shattered, could offer Donny less time than it had Hirschberg. Now both of them were flailing in the freezing water, in shock from the slicing and searing cold. "NOBODY FUCKING MOVE." You warned, thinking quickly, knowing all of the basterds were liable to follow without thinking. "BUT-" You turned to Smitty. You'd apologize later, but...there was no time to be sorry now. "SHUT IT." "Y/N." "SHUT IT." You turned to Hirschberg and Donny, calling out, "RELAX. FLOAT HORIZONTALLY, BELLY DOWN! BELLY DOWN, HIRSCHBERG!" Though you were shouting, your words seemed soft, and cut through the panic and adrenaline. They slowed down, and did as you told them to do, as you picked up Donny's bat, tying your jacket onto it, praying the knot would hold. You wandered to the edge of the frozen lake, holding on to the sleeve, and sliding the bat out to the boys, "GRAB ON." Donny made Hirschberg go first. "D-donny, I-I c-can't. I-" His teeth were chattering, as he shook his head, along with everything else. Donny stammered, "Th-that's a f-fucken o-order. Go." Your eyes widened, as you felt the ice beneath you pop. "Y/n, no-" Aldo stepped forward now, but you pushed him away. "It won't hold both of us." You looked back, as Hirschberg shakily grabbed on to the end of the bat. "Stay down, I'll pull you back here!" You slowly and steadily pulled Hirschberg. You would've loved to do it quickly, to save Donny. But, that would only make the ice even more unstable. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Donny yet. You could hear him stammering and chattering, trying to encourage Hirschberg through, with some colorful language here and there to keep himself awake. After what felt like an eternity, you finally looked at Donny. His face was blue, his nose was bright red. "DONNY COME ON!" He wrapped his stiff, blue fingers around his bat, as you pulled him over the edge, and close to the shore. The basterds gave up their coats and sweaters for them, and you looked around. You knew this part of the forest. No one would come near it. Not in this winter. Aldo knew that look in your eye. You'd been a basterd longer than they had. You knew what you were doing, and where you were going.  He understood that look meant you were safe. He nodded, agreeing silently with you. "This here's a p'rty good place to stop, boys." Far from the eyes of murderers, hidden from gunfire and planes, you built a fire, and found a place to set up camp. When the sun set, only Donny remained by the fire. Hirschberg, and the rest of the basterds had gone to sleep. Even Hugo with fresh wounds, fears, and insomnia, was able to slip into a dream or two. "Hirschberg's doing ok. " You sat by Donny, smiling softly as you handed him some makeshift soup that Smitty was made. (There was a 50% chance it was edible, and 50% chance the OSS could use it as a torture device. But that's a story for another day.) "Y/n..." The way he looked at you was different. In fact, it was almost the way the rest of the basterds looked at you for the past few hours. There was a form of awe...An unspoken shield of respect. The only difference in the way Donny looked at you, was that there was a shade of love entwined there. "See, and I didn't have to get shot to save you," you chuckled, playfully leaning your head on his shoulder. He slowly lifted his arm, resting his hand on your head. "Where would I be without you..." He was serious, and spoke softly, which was not something you could say happened often. "Probably with a gangrenous arm," you shrugged, and he smiled a little. You looked into his eyes for a moment, and he looked into yours, and he kissed you. "What took you?" He raised his eyebrow, almost offended, as he raised his voice a little, "What took me?! What took you?!" You both laughed about it, your head resting once again on his shoulders, and his head resting over yours as you watched the dancing stars and the rising trees, as snow began to fall softly. There was a long road ahead to occupied France. And longer still was the road to the end of the war. But, in that moment, that was ok. You'd make it out together. All of you. Once, you'd taken pride in being  the one and only basterd. You'd been proud of being the only one who's face could bring the enemy to their knees, and make them beg for mercy. But things changed in 1942. It took some getting used to, but you knew all along it was the only way for any of you to make it out. Together. You were reminded of that when you saw Hugo's face on that warrant. But here, in Donny's arms, it was clearer now more than ever. The only way out of the war, was just like that.

[aquariuscurly94]

Say My Name

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Fairy Tail sadly

Summary: To some Japanese couples, it’s tradition not to say each other’s name. It’s a weird and stupid tradition yes. But to some couples it’s highly important to stick with tradition as well as the culture.

Sometimes though, Lucy Heartfilia wished it wasn’t part of some stupid tradition and she also wishes that she wasn’t so freaking traditional because it can really drive a person insane because of it.

And it’s slowly beginning to happen to her now as we speak.

To some Japanese couples, it’s tradition not to say each other’s name. It’s a weird and stupid tradition yes. But to some couples it’s highly important to stick with tradition as well as the culture.

Sometimes though, Lucy Heartfilia wished it wasn’t part of some stupid tradition and she also wishes that she wasn’t so freaking traditional because it can really drive a person insane because of it.

And it’s slowly beginning to happen to her now as we speak.

She smiled warmly when she turned over on her side to stare at the pink headed man that was sleeping soundly next to her. His bare muscular chest steadily moving up and down as he continues to breathe. His wild hair everywhere on Lucy’s pink pillow.

Lucy’s actually surprised that she had woken up before him which was rare because it would be usually him that would be up early watching her sleep until she had woken up.

Unless he’s still tired from their love making that had occurred last night.

She blushed madly red at the memories of him holding her tightly as he whispered things into her ear as he went in deeper and deeper inside to the point she saw stars. She had always assume that since he’s half dragon he would have more lasting stamina but then again he’s also half human so it would made sense that he would still get tired easily.

Now, back to the stupid Japanese traditions.

Even though the two of them had been dating for nearly two years— yes, two and counting— they had never yet said each other’s name. Because, well, once they do— that’s it. There’s no going back! That would mean they’re truly serious about each other.

Lucy could remember countless of times where she had been close to saying his name whenever they had gone out on one of their dates. And if she’s being totally honest with herself, she could’ve swore that he���s been also close to saying her name as well.

“You’re awake?” Lucy heard him muttered tiredly when he had opened his dark eyes, giving her a fanged grin. “How’d you sleep Heartfilia? Thought you would still be knocked out after…” he trailed off, eyeing the flushed beautiful blonde in front of him, loving the way her brown orbs widen in shock. “last night?”

Lucy scoffed at him and reached over to throw one of her pillows at him hoping that it would hit him in the face, sadly he caught it easily and sat it down beside him on the bed. “Well good fucking morning to you too, Dragneel.”

She watched him stretch out his arms above his head, making her worry her lower lip. She had always admired his muscular build and at how strong he was.

Lucy gasped when he had started to stare at her, leaning over the bed to give her a chaste kiss on her pink, plush lips. “Good morning, Heartfilia. Want me to make breakfast?”

Lucy sighed and nodded her head at him, reaching up with her manicured finger to lightly touch her lips; her brown eyes staring into his dark ones. “Y-yes, N—“ she gulped, immediately stopping herself from saying his name. She cleared her throat to try again. “Yes, that’s fine..”

She watched him cock his head to the side in confusion as he was studying her which caused her to slightly panic at the possibility that he could’ve heard her almost saying his name just now.

Lucy sighed in relief when he had leaned away from away from her, bending down to grab a random shirt to quickly slip on before leaving her room to start cooking them breakfast for the two of them.

Once he had fully disappeared out of sight, Lucy threw herself back on the bed and groaned loudly in frustration. “Damn it Lucy! Stupid ass traditions!”

Natsu Dragneel could’ve swore that she had almost said his name just now in her room. And if he was being completely honest with himself; he wouldn’t mind it one bit because truthfully he’s been wanting to say it too.

In fact, he’s been dying to say her lovely name and her name means light and throughout their whole entire relationship; she has been the bright light of his dark life that had once was before she had came and brighten it up.

Natsu growled lowly in the back of his throat as he watched four strips of bacon sizzling on a pan in front of him.

He was all alone before he had met the blonde of beauty. He frowned deeply at the memory of him arriving to the new city of Magnolia after his father Igneel had died suddenly, making him move to an unfamiliar city because his father had owned a house that he had wanted to have because of his final will.

He had no friends nor family. It was only him and his father always until the very end when he had passed. But then, she had appeared, yelling at him along the streets of downtown Magnolia asking him to help her catch a blue stray cat that was running past him. Once she had captured the cat; she had named him Happy and the two started out as friends.

He even trusted her enough to tell her that he was half dragon and to his shocking surprise; she had accepted him afterwards!

He also remembers her introducing him to a few other half dragons like himself. Even though it did took awhile for him to get along with Gajeel, Sting, Laxus, Wendy and Rogue; they all became close friends because they all had dragon blood in them.

He was there for her when Happy had died after running away again and she was there for him when the anniversary of his father’s death was near. And on that day of the anniversary, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips and the rest was history.

Well, almost anyway.

Now, Natsu had never consider himself a traditionalist. His girlfriend was more traditional than him and he had known that way before they had gotten together so he made sure to respect her beliefs and to be honest lately; it has been harder for him to not say her name.

He could feel it on the tip of his tongue each time they were together. Each time that they would made love he truly wanted to scream out her name in pure pleasure.

Natsu scoffed when he had grabbed two plates for them, making sure that the food wasn’t touching each other on her plate which made him chuckle quietly, sighing as he left the kitchen to head back towards her bedroom, smirking when he could see her sprawling across the bed and had immediately sat up straight when he had walked inside.

“Whatcha think about?” He asked her as he had planted himself on the edge of the bed, handing her a plate, quirking an eyebrow at her and immediately could tell that there was something on her mind because she was looking at him funny.

“L—“ Natsu shook his head of pink hair, realizing that he had almost said her name. “Heartfilia.” He tried again, grabbing their plates and moved them aside by placing them on the nightstand that was next to him. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Natsu.”

If it weren’t for his super dragon hearing that he had inherited from his father he probably wouldn’t had heard his name just now that she had whispered so quietly.

“D—did you just say my name?” He asked, widening his eyes in shock, carefully leaning in close to her, wrapping their hands together on the blankets. “Say it again. Say my name once more. Please Lucy.”

Lucy couldn’t believe it. She had finally said his name and he had immediately said it back which made her heart skip a beat when she sees him leaning in closer to her.

“Natsu.” She could feel her eyes slowly started to close when she could feel his hot breath near her lips. So far, she loves saying his name. It rolled off her tongue easily. Why it took her so long she had no idea. She heard him chuckle lowly before finally closing the gap between them, kissing her on her lips. She could feel him pushing her gently on the bed, making her yelped in surprise.

“Natsu,” she says again, smiling at him once the two broke for air, panting heavily. “Oh, Natsu,” she whispered, reaching her arms up to wrap them around his neck to bring him closer.

“Lucy.” Natsu mumbled, leaning his nose down towards her neck. “Lucy. Lucy.” Natsu said, smiling against the nape of her neck.

“Say my name again.”

“Natsu.”

“Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia. It feels so damn good to finally say it.” Natsu told her, moving his lips down along her neck, making her shiver when she could feel one of his fangs lightly grazing her neck.

“N—Natsu. Natsu Dragneel. We’re finally saying our names.”

“It’s about damn time. Huh, Lucy?”

“Yes, Natsu. It’s about damn time.”

A/N: back with another NaLu fic!! Please let me know what you guys think of it!! :)

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Becoming A Stark? (17)- Peter Parker x Stark!femReader

Word Count: 2926

Warnings: Swearing because it’s me. Besides that I think you’re good.

Author Note: Sorry I took a week off from posting. Got hit with an awful allergy attack. Needed a week to be sick. I meant to be back to posting yesterday, but here we are posting on a Monday. Next update will be Wednesday hopefully.

Chapter One || Previous Chapter || Master List

B: You should have come to the party. It was fun. Although Spider-Man never came. So I don’t know if Peter was lying or what. Either way it would have been more fun if you were there.

Y:i had family stuff come up. next one.

“Learning all about the party?” Natasha asks from the driver’s seat as you enter back into the city. You had spent the night at the compound, watching horror movies and catching your aunt up on the gossip from school. She had managed to find out that it wasn’t just the fact that you were upset that Peter got to meet Spider-Man first but that you had a somewhat major crush on Peter. A somewhat major crush that was being dampened by his weird behavior.

“Have to know what to tell Happy and Pepper about when I get home.”

“Did Spider-Man show up?”

“No.” You look at the only other notification on your phone. Your Snpchat streaks that you need to answer. You snap a few pictures to answer Betty and Astrid. But you don’t know what to do about Peter. You guys have had a streak going since the day you became friends on Snapchat and you’re not one to give up your streaks. But you’re also a Stark, which apparently means you don’t give up a fight that easily. You open the picture Peter sent you, it says S in the corner. But then it has a text banner across the bottom of the screen.

y/n please don’t be mad at me because i told them about sm

All you do is snap a photo of the passing buildings and draw an S on the screen. You click send before you can change your mind. The moment you hit send your phone goes off, with your dad’s face on your home screen.

“That Papa Stark?” Natasha asks without even looking.

“Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t send him to voicemail. He’ll track you.” You know she’s right. So you hit accept call and put him on speaker, not minding Natasha hearing the call.

“Hey kiddo, I’m about to board the plane home. But why is your phone pinging in the Bronx?” So he is tracking you.

“Went to a party in the suburbs last night. Heading home.”

“Went to a party? Did you see Spider-Man there?”

“He never showed up. However this really cool blonde chick did though.” Natasha shakes her head at you. She mouths NO at you.

“Really? New friend?”

“She reminds me of someone I already know. Besides the point. Why did you never text me back yesterday?”

“You realize I’m in a completely different time zone than you right?”

“That hasn’t stopped you before. You never sleep.”

“Y/N, I’ll explain what I can when I get home. Can you put Happy on? I need to let him know some stuff.”

“He’s not driving me. Betty’s mom is.”

“Why didn’t you have Happy drive you?”

“Because Betty’s mom is very capable.”

“But Happy is the forehead of security for a reason. I feel like I have dealt with nothing but irresponsible teenagers all weekend.”

“What do you mean all weekend? You’ve been gone and not around teenagers all weekend?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Dad.”

“Love you kiddo.” You don’t say anything in response. You know you should, but the teenager in you is feeling particularly stubborn today as you hang up your phone. 

“So this boy…” Natasha trails off as she starts to shift to the highway that will take you back towards Queens.

“Aunt Nat, there’s nothing I can do about him. He’s literally my dad’s intern. Plus I already told you- he’s been acting weird for weeks now. It’s like he’s hiding something. If I didn’t know him, I wouldn’t be shocked if something appeared in the press about our family from him.”

“But you know him. So there’s probably something else. Have you tried talking to him?”

“And say what? Hey Parker you’re acting like a weirdo? Talk to me in front of all our friends or in front of Happy when you miraculously happen to ride with me which is like never?”

“I thought his name was Peter.”

“It is, but long story short, I call him by his last name a lot too.”

“Want me to do some sneaky background searching?”

“You think Dad hasn’t made FRIDAY look already? I could search, but do I want to know?” You ask and know you probably don’t. “I have enough people in my life already keeping secrets from me. I just thought he would be my honest friend.”

“You thought he might be worthy of being a boyfriend?” Natasha raises an eyebrow as she asks.

“It doesn’t matter if I did.” You fiddle with the radio as you try to ignore her question. Had you pictured it, sure. But it was a thought of the past now. “All I want now is for him to go back to the friend that I could have jokes with and sneak off campus when I was having a shitty day because the Avengers decided to be shitty.”

“You seem to sneak out of school too much.”

“I swear I only started doing it since I joined this family. So that says something more about you guys then me.”

“Not helping your case.” But Natasha still smiles. She knows that if it were really a problem your dad would put an end to it. “You’re a smart kid and your dad wouldn’t have fought to keep you at that school if it wasn’t one of the best. Take advantage of it. Because I have to stay under the radar, so I can’t be taking you out of school every other day.”

“I know. I do really appreciate it.”

“It’s what family does.” Your aunt’s hand falls to your shoulder.

“Can you at least stay under the radar and stay in touch? Because this whole going months without seeing you makes me worry.”

“I’ll find a way to let you know I’m alright.” Natasha promises as she pulls up in front of the brownstone. 

“How…?” You hadn’t even told her your new address.

“I keep tabs on important people.” She smiles. “Now get inside before Pepper wonders why you stayed out all night.”

“Happy will have told her I went to a party. That’s the whole point of him being the forehead of security or whatever it is that Dad calls him day to day.”

“Your dad and his nicknames.” Natasha says with a roll of her eyes. “Will he have though? Your dad didn’t know?”

“Dad’s across the world right now. Pepper was at SI yesterday which is where Happy goes when I’m at school. The likelihood that he mentioned it is like 85% or higher I would say.”

“Only 85%? Hmm.” Your aunt teases you. You lean over the console to give your aunt a hug. 

“Don’t stay away for so long next time please.” You say softly. “I think out of everyone you and Pepper are the most sane ones.”

“I won’t disagree with that.” Natasha smiles as she hugs you back. “Get inside.” Although you don’t seem to notice, Natasha sees the strawberry blonde at the window. As you climb out of the car, Natasha makes eye contact with Pepper. 

No matter how either of them feel about how the accords went down, there’s one thing they're in agreement about- keeping you safe and happy is important. So while she knows that Tony wouldn’t be happy to see you getting out of Natasha’s car, she won’t say anything yet. Because Pepper knows that Natasha would and will keep you safe. However, there is something that she will need to address with you, and that’s the fact that you lied about where you were for the last 24 hours.

As you stand outside the car, you wave at Natasha once more before making your way towards the front door of the brownstone. FRIDAY unlocks the door and lets you walk in. “Pepper, I’m home.” You call out. 

“Living room.” Pepper calls back, as if she hasn’t just walked in there a few moments earlier. You walk in to see her scrolling her datapad. “How was the party?” She asks, hoping you’ll just own up to where you actually were. 

“Eh, you know. Normal I guess.” So sticking with the lies it is?

“Certain masked vigilante show up?” Pepper asks, not looking up.

You shake your head. “Nah. Guess a high school party isn’t cool enough for Spider-Man.” Pepper wants to laugh knowing who Spider-Man actually is, but she doesn’t.

“How’s Betty?”

“Good. She had fun last night.” 

“And her mom?”

“Also good.”

“And Natasha?”

“Doing well.” You realize what you said. “Shit.”

“Wanna talk about what actually happened in the past twenty four hours?” 

“If I say no, do I still have to?” Pepper looks up from the datapad.

“You probably should.” So you sit down on the couch next to her and tell her everything, from the lunch conversation yesterday, to texting Aunt Nat, to staying at the compound, your mixed feelings about Peter, to coming home.

“Are you going to tell Dad?”

“That you spent the night at the compound with a Rogue instead of going to a high school party? No. Do I think you should probably tell him? I think that’s a decision you should make for yourself. However, excluding the Accords and all that happened with that, I trust Natasha and I know she would never do anything to hurt you, which is why she is still allowed to take you out of school. But I don’t want you thinking you can do this all the time.”

“I know. I just… Yesterday was a bad day. First Delmar’s, then the Spider-Man drama, and it just felt like everything was piling up on each other and I just couldn’t deal with school.”

“You know you could have called me right?”

“Really? But you wouldn’t let me skip the fitness test yesterday morning.”

“There’s a difference between wanting to skip school because you don’t want to do something I know you can do and needing to leave school because everything is overwhelming you. You need me and I’ll be there for you. That will never change. Hell if you had called your dad and told him that school was too much, he would have sent Happy in a heartbeat. That will always be how we handle school with you, as long as you’re honest with us.” She stresses the honesty part of it all. 

“To be fair, I did text Dad and he wasn’t much help.”

“Did you text him or did you accuse him?” Pepper asks, knowing the hotheadedness you and your dad both get. 

“Maybe more of the second.”

“And he stopped responding?”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he told me, with you, he never wants to get angry or irrational about things that he can preemptively avoid. So maybe he stepped away from the conversation but he’ll probably talk with you about it all once he’s home tomorrow. Because he loves you, a lot. And he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s going to be mad when you come to him with things that may or may not be his fault.”

“Aunt Nat said he probably was keeping Spider-Man from me because of the same reason all the Accords stuff happened.” You pause before adding, “to keep me safe.”

“If I had to guess, I would think so. He does a lot of things to keep you safe. You’re the center of his universe. And he’ll do anything in his power to make sure no harm comes to you.”

“Am I in trouble?” You ask.

“For?”

“Lying?”

“Not this time. Only because you did take responsible steps. You contacted a trusted adult. Now if you had lied and gone to a party instead. We’d be having a different discussion. But you did make fairly smart decisions.” Pepper pulls you in for a hug. “Your dad and I love you a lot. You know that right?” You nod into the hug.

“I love you too Pepper.” You lean into her hold onto you. You know that Pepper will probably be your step-mom one day, whenever your dad finally gets the courage up to ask her finally. But a small part of you wishes that Pepper could have been your mom.

You’re working on homework that’s due tomorrow, when there’s a knock on your door. Without looking up, you say, “come in,” expecting Pepper to walk in, since your dad’s flight isn’t supposed to land for another hour if you’re remembering correctly. 

“Hey kiddo.” Your head flies up at the sound of your dad’s voice.

“I thought you were getting back around dinner time?” 

“When it’s a private jet, you can leave whenever you want. Had them leave a bit earlier so I could get home earlier.” He explains, his hand still resting on your door knob. “What are you working on?” 

“Chemistry.” You grimace. “I don’t think I’m doing right though.” 

“Can I help?” 

“You really want to?”

“I happen to be pretty good at it.” Tony walks across the room to take a seat on your bed. “Before we work on this, can we talk really quick?”

“About?” You have a pretty good feeling you know what about, but the longer you can push it off the better.

“Those texts on Friday?” Wait, Pepper really didn’t tell him?

“Sure?”

“I wasn’t ignoring you kiddo. I promise you. But I needed to step back from the conversation before I said something that came across the wrong way. When I was reading your texts I was jet lagged and heading to a wedding I didn’t really want to be at. I was worried I was going to snap at you, come across as… someone I don’t want to be. I promised myself I would reply after I got some sleep, but next thing I knew I was on the phone with you and realized I never did. I’m sorry. I promise you, you were in the right to be upset with me, but it really was that I meant to reply back and it slipped my mind.”

“Ok.” You say after a moment.

“Ok?”

“Ok, I forgive you.”

“Really? No telling me I fucked up?”

“Pepper and I talked about it yesterday and she gave me some insight that really helped. So you’re forgiven and all that.”

“What did Pepper say?” Tony wants to know what Pepper said that changed you from when he talked to you.

“That you probably stepped away from the conversation so that we weren’t just two hotheads yelling at each other.” You shrug. “Also something about me being the center of your universe.” Tony smiles at that.

“Well neither of those are wrong. Just don’t get a big head about being the center of my universe.” He leans over to kiss your forehead.

“Wouldn’t think about it.” You smirk. But then you remember the conversation you had with your Aunt Nat about why your dad probably kept Spider-Man away from you. “Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Did you keep Spider-Man from me because you didn’t want more superheroes near me after all the Accords stuff happened?”

“Wow, Pepper coming up with so much insight.” Tony smiles and you don’t disagree, knowing that technically you’re lying by not telling him, but you want to hear what he has to say instead of talking about your Friday night. “Yes, partially. With superheroes comes villains and danger. Do I want to keep that as far as possible from you? Yes. If I can only protect two things, it’s you and Pep, hands down. It’s part of the reasons I don’t keep you around the remaining Avengers either. But there’s also another reason with the situation with the Rogues made me realize how dangerous putting my trust in a group of super humans is. They can turn around and shoot you in the back, leaving you crippled for life. I can’t have that happening to you. Not when you’re perfect just the way you are. Like Pep said, you’re the center of my universe, which means I will do anything to make sure that the center of my universe is safe.” 

You think over what your dad says for a moment. Shoot you in the back? Clearly he’s talking about Uncle Rhodey’s injury. The Rogues did that to Uncle Rhodey? Aunt Nat hadn’t said anything about that. And Vision didn’t seem to think anything of seeing her at the Compound. So this is all more confusing. “So you introduced him to Peter instead? Dad that puts Peter in danger-”

“He met Peter because Peter is helping me make some of the Avengers’ tech. I needed Spider-Man to explain some of the specific things he’s looking for in his tech. That was it. I didn’t know they were good enough friends that Peter could invite him to parties, especially ones that you’re going to, and Spider-Man would show up. That’s on me for not paying closer attention. I’ll talk to Peter about that. And remind Spider-Man that he’s not a costume character to show up at parties for fun.” You feel slightly bad about getting Peter in trouble. “But let’s get on your homework.”

“And here I was hoping I could distract you long enough to ignore it.” You grimace throwing your head back.

“Come on kiddo. We’ve got this.”

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[quinythepooh69]

Hiding

Axel: I hold my breath as the intruder walks around the house, looking for something. I pull out my phone and quickly text Axel our code word “Hulda” I turn off my phone and scoot further back into the closest as quietly as possible. I silently pray that Axel has his phone, and that he has checked it, the footsteps stop nearby and I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet. All of a sudden I hear the front door open, the intruder slowly makes their way away from Axel’s and I’s room. I move my hand away from my mouth and I hear 3 gunshots, as much as I want to run out of my hiding spot, I stay put just in case. I hear running footsteps “Y/N where are you? Love you can come out now.” Axel says, I pick up my phone and slowly get up, I exit the closet. “Thank god, I thought you were dead.” I look up at Axel, he doesn’t notice that something is up, he walks over to me and hugs me. I softly groan “y/n what’s wrong?” he asks as he pulls away and I move my hand away from my torso, he looks down and notices the large blood stain on my shirt.

Otto: I look into the mirror and wipe the tears away from my face, I hear the front door open and Otto yell “y/n, älskling. I’m home” I quickly slap some water in my face and dry it off before exiting the bathroom. “You got this.” I mumble to myself and put back up the mask as I run downstairs to greet Otto. “Otto, baby. You got home early!” I say and attack him with a hug, “What’s wrong love?” “What do you mean?” “You can’t trick me, älskling. Tell me what’s wrong.” “It’s not-” “No no don’t say that, it’s everything. I can tell something is eating you up so tell me.” He says softly and pulls away from the hug a little bit. I sigh but I know he won’t give up “I-It’s acting back u-up again” “You don’t need to explain anymore. It’s fine baby I’m here.” He says and pulls me into his chest, I feel the tears fall freely and he rubs my back. “I was fine t-the first f-few days but t-the thoughts they came back, I p-promised myself t-that they wouldn’t have control over me bu-t they d-ddo.” “Shhhhh it’s fine, älskling. I’m here now and we will fight these thoughts away together.” Otto says, I lift my face and softly kiss him.

Oscar: They said all the rogue agents were gone and we didn’t have to worry, I’m sure it’s not Herb’s fault that this one was able to slip by commission radar. “Oscar, Y/n. come out come out wherever you are.” The agents say while walking around our house, I pray that the baby won’t make a noise. The agent walks into Oscar’s and I’s room and spots the cradle “I don’t want to hurt the little one, I just want to talk to you two.” Just as the agent was about to walk out of the room my baby woke up and made the most adorable little noise, I silently aww but quickly snapped out of it as I hear footsteps coming towards the closet door. I pick up my old gun from my commission days and aim it at the door, the closet door flies open “Y/n, how have you been? What’s the little one’s name?” “Get away from me Jack.” I raise the gun “You have little faith, I’ve only come to talk. You shouldn’t have a firearm near the little one.” I snarl and before I can make my move, Oscar comes behind Jack and stabs him in the back. “Love are you okay?” I nod as Oscar drops the knife and comes and cuddles me and our baby.

(Otto’s is absolute shite, I’ll probably polish up later.) 

[laurelsofhighever]

For the character meme, just bc i think it will be fun: Oghren. And another one just for the giggles: Solas

We’ll start with Oghren!

How I feel about this character He is my least favourite Origins companion, which says less than you might think because I love everything about Origins. He has one of the most interesting backstories and he has a genuine desire to help and lots of insecurities, which makes him really interesting once you get past his defences, but his brand of humour is off-putting to me. I also don’t take him out that much because two-handed warriors are squishy and my warrior place in the party usually goes to Alistair XD

All the people I ship romantically with this character He and Felsi have an interesting dynamic. It’s not OTP material for me but more exploration of him trying to do good as a husband and a dad would be fine with me.

My non-romantic OTP for this character Nathaniel and Anders are both high up on the list for this one. The semi-antagonistic-but-have-each-others’-backs relationship that develops between the three of them is so fun to watch in Awakening, and I like the idea of them all becoming senior Wardens together and showing recruits the ropes while making sure things don’t ever become too serious.

My unpopular opinion about this character Maybe that his humour crosses the line too often into being creepy? It’s the only really strong opinion I have about him, tbh.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon. You know, I’m not sure. His arc through Origins and Awakening was pretty solid, but I do want to know he’s got a happy ending.

On to Solas!

How I feel about this character I didn’t really have this opinion until after I played Inquisition with my rogue Lavellan and romanced him, but it’s not a favourable one. So much of what he says is condescending and the power imbalance between him and a romanced Inquisitor comes off as really skeevy to me, never mind the fact that he’s willing to destroy the world and everyone in it to get back something dead and gone, while at the same time dismissing the Dalish for trying to recover their culture after centuries of oppression. I also think more could have been done in the main game to set him up as the real Big Bad, instead of following the tradition of shoving that revelation into a DLC - it would have been so much more compelling if the final boss fight had been him instead of Corypheus.

All the people I ship romantically with this character Do I ship him and the Inquisitor? It’s an interesting dynamic to explore, and depending on where DA4 goes, there are interesting ways it could play out, but for me it’s a ship of grim fascination more than anything I would like to see in real life. It has more bite with Lavellan, and it would make a great jumping-off point to explore more about elvhen culture.

My non-romantic OTP for this character The chess game between him and The Iron Bull is great. I love the idea of him constantly being on guard around Bull and Bull recognising that but not being able to find out why. I guess that would make them frenemies more than anything, but I now have an image of Tom and Jerry style hijinks through Skyhold with the two of them, and it’s very funny.

My unpopular opinion about this character His dress sense isn’t the worst thing about him :D

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon. I already said it, but I wish he had had more development as an antagonist in the main game of DA:I, before Trespasser. Maybe it’s just me being oblivious but it didnt feel well set-up to me outside a few sneaky lines of dialogue and the fact that his personal quest is an anagram for Fen’harel Dread Wolf.

[cinnbar-bun]

I hope you're having a great day! i don't see a lot of love for Eustace and Seruel so i was wondering if i may request separate headcanons where reader-chan ( a fellow erune- possibly a shiba inu if thats ok! ) was a close friend of theirs but got separated from them, but then happened to reunite with current eustace and seruel! thank you ^-^

Eustace

You were a society member (well, now ex-member) that had frequently been put on missions working with Eustace or something related to him.

He always was quick and to the point, occasionally sounding rather brutal, but you knew that was just how he spoke. And you didn’t mind, he was a nice guy on the inside, even if he didn’t act like it.

Neither of you had any home to return to, and you found solace in his presence. He understood you and for that, you gladly called him your friend. Whether he thought the same was unclear, but he didn’t say anything so you assumed he didn’t mind.

That was until he had completely left you. You had no clue what had happened, only finding out he left with a certain skyfaring crew. You berated yourself for feeling sad at the news, you were a society member, this wasn’t a fun party where you got to make friends. This was a job.

And a job had you ordered by the higher-ups to locate a member gone rogue and kill them on sight. Simple enough. Stealthily breaking into the ship, you hid in a corner and took a breath. There was very limited information on this rogue, but it was-

The sound of a gun being lifted up had you freeze as you turned to where the sound came from.

“E-Eustace? You’re the rogue?!”

He was shocked too, given the fact he nearly dropped his gun as he stared at you.

“(Y/n)...?”

You were beyond ecstatic to see him, and you lunged at him as your ears ruffled up and down.

Unlike before, where he would’ve said nothing and kept you at arm’s length, he gently wrapped an arm around you in an awkward hug.

“I thought you left me! I didn’t know where you were and no one said a thing! I’m so glad to see you again!”

Despite learning to trust with the crew, he was still on edge and had you explain what had happened. You did your best, and he filled in the rest, explaining his reasoning for leaving the society. The truth made you shocked as you stared at him in disbelief. That couldn’t be true... right?

The more you thought though, the more his story made sense. You apologized for attempting to kill him, and he forgave you.

He looked more relaxed, you noted. It was such a somber demeanor compared to how it was back then. The crew must have been something to have him act warmer. You smiled at his progress.

“I’m happy for you, Eustace. You seem to have found your new home. I’m proud of you. I thought we’d be alone forever, but you seem to have got it!”

He paused and a slight frown made its way onto his lips.

“You don’t have to be alone either.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m saying join me. This crew is incredibly nice.”

“Me? Someone who has done all this garbage?”

He nodded. “They accepted me as their own. It...really wouldn’t be my home without you.”

Your eyes widened as you saw him struggle to get those words out.

“Incredible... they got you to open your heart. Heh, count me in. I’ll join you, Eustace. I still have to do a rematch with you since our last spar.”

A small grin appeared on his face.

“You’re gonna lose again, (Y/n).”

“As if!”

There was still so much to talk about between you two. And you had all the time in the world now in your new home with Eustace.

Seruel

As a prince of a Irestill, Seruel was almost always cramped up in his castle. He was born and raised to be a king first and foremost.

That was the case, except he occasionally took part in sneaking out with Naoise and Heles to visit the town. Something about it made it so homely and loving, that he couldn’t help but want to be in this place forever.

His idealization of the town made him not notice a figure as he bumped into them. They yelped and nearly fell over and he quickly pulled them against him.

You and him froze and awkwardly stared at one another, neither making a move as he held you close.

“U-um...May you let go?” You asked. The utter horror in his eyes was almost humorous as he clumsily let go and apologized.

He looked to be in his early teens, similar to you, with a sturdy build and rather gorgeous features. The girl, who looked similar to him, and another male beside him laughed at his reaction and the man huffed.

“D-dont laugh! I was just enraptured by the flowers here.” He explained, and you smiled.

“Oh, you really like them?” He nodded in response to your question, and you picked a beautiful flower from the pot and handed it to him. It was yellow and reminded him of the sun.

“Thank you, but I haven’t given you anything-“

“No worries! My family and I own this flower shop!” You pointed out and he finally noticed the sign that stated that. “It’s nice to have people appreciate our work, so it’s worth more to me than a coin or something.” You brushed off.

His heart fluttered and he gulped before nodding. Something about your kindness and love for what you do made him bashful as he stared at the pots of flowers around you.

Just as he was going to say something, his father had angrily called out to him, Heles, and Naoise, and he froze in terror. The king had nearly dragged them back to the castle, but Seruel was too busy looking at the flower. It was...incredibly pretty... he had to admit.

Needless to say, the poor boy had developed a sort of crush on you, yearning to go back into town just to talk to you again. Heles and Naoise teased him about it, and he’d deny those feelings before he’d stare out the large castle windows and think of you.

You were what the people of Irestill were. People who loved, cared, and did what you wanted to make others happy. And it made him want to become a sort of ruler you’d be proud of, whom he could protect and allow for that joy to continue forever.

Sneaking out became a more common phenomenon as he’d sometimes sneak out late at night to see you or in the afternoon in a rather awful disguise. You didn’t know what reason there was for the theatrics, but he insisted he had to do this or his father would nearly kill him.

And you two certainly got close after many years of this cycle continuing. He’d sneak off to you and you two would just sit on a bench and talk, and he felt comforted by your presence. Quietly walking around town in the middle of the night and occasionally dancing in the town square, it made him feel more encouraged to be a better ruler for you.

That is, until the attacks and the near loss of Irestill.

He had left without a word, going off to track down Naoise as his kingdom fell into shambles.

He had always remembered you and cared for you, but he had to go off for a bit. He would reminisce on the times with you and wondered how you were doing.

When he had returned, he had seen you, tired but still in high spirits to help return the kingdom to its former glory. It had been a while and he may have gotten a bit more cynical, but he still cared and loved his people.

And yet it was only fitting the prince nearly trip you again and hold you close at your reunion, but unlike the first time, this one was more joyous and less awkward as you gasped and embraced him. Your ears perked up and he chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“I am back, (Y/n).” He said as you nearly choked him in your hug.

“Dummy. You left just like that? You gave me a heart attack!” You pouted. He laughed and twirled you in his arms.

“But I am back now, and I plan on helping this kingdom do its best. And I don’t plan on leaving you alone again.” He stated, pushing strands of your hair behind your hair.

“Good! Because I’m not leaving you!” You retorted.

“Good. Then you shall stay by my side.” He grinned.

You nodded and he pulled out a rather smushed bouquet of flowers.

“I was planning on giving this to you but it seems that I was rather rough with the poor things.” He explained as he handed it to you.

“I love it. Now come, we have much to catch up on, my prince.” You teased.

“Yes, we do.”

[hercleverboy]

his ; sam winchester

Part two of five

I was overwhelmed by the amazing response part one recieved, so here is the promised part two.

enjoy! 

Sam had decided to take Y/N in, despite Dean's protests that they couldn't bring a kid on the road with them, as Sam refused to give her away. she was his, and now that he had her, he wouldn't lose her again.

And eventually, after an accident in the bunker, Dean grew to love her just as much, swearing that he'd never let a thing harm her. Y/N could clearly remember the rainy day, when she was 11, where she listened to the rain that pattered on the ground outside the bunker. Sam had gone to get something to eat, promising to grab Dean some pie and Y/N her favourite meal. She was messing around on the stairs, as Dean watched from the table. Up until this point, Dean wasn't her biggest fan. He thought she merely distracted Sam, and whilst he could admit that he liked to see his brother happy, in this life, distractions weren't something they could afford to have.

"Hey, Uncle D, look!" She'd giggled, as she began to climb onto the hand rail.

"Kiddo, get down from there. You'll hurt yourself." He yelled, not ready to be held responsible when an accident inevitably happened.

"But Uncle D, look what I can do-" her sentence was cut short, as she had somehow lost her grip on the hand rail, and was now plummeting to the concrete ground at an alarmingly quick pace. Though, even surprising himself, Dean ran to catch her, and only just caught her before she hit the ground. She was now sobbing hysterically, as Dean attempted to calm her, whilst she cried into his shirt. He sat her on the table, looking her over to make sure she weren't injured before enveloping her in a hug again. Once she'd calmed down, she sat with Dean on the couch, feeling better in his embrace.

"You really scared me there, Sweetheart. You've gotta be careful in future, yeah?" He sighed, glad his niece hadn't hurt herself, as he wasn't sure if he could forgive himself if something had happened on his watch.

"Sorry Uncle D. Please don't tell daddy." Y/N pleaded, looking up at him with eyes that ever since that day he's never been able to resist.

"Of course not. It'll be our little secret, okay?"

She raised an eyebrow to him, unsure. She held her pinky out, and gestured that he do the same, murmuring the words, "Pinky Promise?"

With a smile, Dean locked his pinky with her much smaller one, muttering back a, "I Promise," before she rested her head into his chest and fell into a slumber.

As he watched her chest slowly rise and fall, he realised how he'd secretly grown to love his niece more than he's sure he's loved anything before. He made a vow that day. That he would protect his niece with his life, as he would protect his brother.

Sam always complimented that Y/N had grown into such a stunning young woman, now at the age of 16, with long curled locks of hair that cascaded down her back, and a acutely framed face that made her just so magnificently beautiful. Though, much to the brothers disappointment, with her age also grew her curiosity.

She would now always have questions whenever the brothers would leave for a few hours, claiming they'd gone shopping for groceries at a plaza a few hours away, and that they'd bring back something awesome. Though, they'd return that night with nothing but a pack of beers and some chocolate from the corner store down the road, and new cuts and bruises that were left unexplained. Sam wasn't stupid, though for as long as he could he ignored Dean's pleas for him let Dean show her how to protect herself from the monsters and demons in the world. However, Sam wanted to shield her from that life for as long as possible, hoping that he could stop her from getting hurt. She'd walked in on an argument of theirs one time, as they disputed on whether or not to tell her.

"What If someone attacks the bunker whilst we're not here, Sam? What if she can't defend herself?" Dean had yelled, looking at his brother with pleading eyes. They'd checked on Y/N before they'd began their dispute, as she had fallen asleep on her bed with her uncle’s music pounding in her ears, and assumed that their argument wouldn't wake her.

"The bunker is safe, Dean. There is angel warding all around, nothing is getting in." Sam attempted to persuade his brother, though he new Dean was right.

"I'm not suggesting we do what dad did. I'm not saying that next time she tells you she's afraid of the dark you hand her a shotgun. I'm saying let's teach her the basics. How to draw a devils trap, how to defend herself from all the crap out there, and any other sigils she may need." Dean pleaded. He understand Sam's need to protect his daughter, but she needed to know how to defend herself if she was going to survive this life.

"No, Dean. What if showing her that makes her think she has to be like us? That she has to be a hunter? I won't have that life for her!" Sam had yelled back, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Y/N had left her room minutes ago, waking up and concerned as she heard her father and uncle arguing. She'd been hiding around the corner, but decided now it was time to speak up.

"Dad? Uncle D? What's happening?" Her voice was clear as she stepped around the corner, coming into view.

Sam cleared his throat, and Dean remained silent. "Go to your room, Y/N."

"No." She shook her hair stubbornly. "Not until you tell me what's going on."

"This is not a debate, Y/N. Go to your room, now." Sam growled, looking at her angrily.

"You can't send me to my room like I'm just some kid, Dad! I'm growing up, I'm not your little girl anymore. You have to start talking to me." She pleaded, as Dean nodded towards Sam.

"It's about time she knew, Sammy."

"Knew what? Dad?" She asked, looking at your father so confused and angry that he wouldn't confide in you.

He stepped towards her, breathing heavily.

"Okay, Y/N. What I'm about to tell you, might sound weird, but I need you to trust me."

"Always, Dad. What is it?"

After they finished explaining, everything seemed to click in her mind. The long hours they were away, and the coverup lies he'd had to tell her.

"Y/N? Baby girl , please say something?" Her father pleaded, as Dean searched her eyes for some understanding.

"I want to help." She murmured.

"What?" Sam questioned.

"I said, I want to help you guys. When you go out on hunts, I want to help."

"No. Absolutely not." Sam shut her down quickly, his voice raising to angry levels.

"Why the hell not? Uncle D can train me, teach me how to fight. Dad you can't seriously expect me to sit here at home all day whilst I know you and D are out there risking your lives." She was gobsmacked, unsure how her father would respond.

"I said no, Y/N And that. Is. Final." Sam said menacingly, his finger pointing towards her.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I wasn't asking." She mumbled quietly. "Uncle D, Tomorrow morning will you teach me some things? Tell me what I can read up on?" Y/N knew Dean couldn't resist her eyes, he'd never been able to, and she squealed with joy when he heaved a small mutter.

"Sure, Princess."

She hugged him tightly, before running back towards her room with a smile on her face, excited that she would finally be able to be useful.

"Sam. I'm sorry, but she needs to be taught."

Sam only grunted in response, walking towards his brother with a scowl. "If anything so much as scratches my little girl I swear to god."

Dean smirked, his arms going up into a surrender.

"You have my word, Sammy. You know I'd never let anything hurt my favourite niece."

Dean headed off towards the weapons room, a smirk on his lips as Sam called after him, "What? She's your only niece!"

Y/N spent what felt like forever training with Dean. He'd taught her every move she could use during combat; even showing her how to use various weapons. Though Sam wouldn't let him show her how use the grenade launcher, because apparently it was 'unnecessary'. Sam had shown his daughter, much to his dislike, how to patch herself up should she find yourself injured and alone, though he swore it would never come to that. However, Sam couldn't protect her from everything.

Then, out of nowhere, comes a hunt. It had taken 2 whole days of Dean persuading his brother that his niece was more than prepared to fight, and that she was becoming an incredible fighter. She'd now had 6 whole months of training, and she’d even managed to flip Dean onto his ass a few times when she practiced with him, though Dean’s ego would never allow him to admit it. So reluctantly, Sam agreed to take you, as it was only a simple hunt, a rogue werewolf who needed to be dealt with. Though, he was incredibly strict with his terms.Y/N was armed with a single shotgun that contained silver bullets, and a pocket knife. Things that she was told only to use in the case of an extreme emergency, which Sam was confident would not occur. If things went south, she was to run for it, go back to the Impala and wait. If Sam or dean weren’t back within the hour, she was to use thespare key Dean had given her to drive back to the bunker. 

As the Impala came to a hault outside the warehouse, which Sam had tracked the werewolf to, Sam turned to his daughter, who was sat excitedly in the back seat.

"You stay behind me at all times. It's just one werewolf, Dean and I will gank it, and then we're out of here. Understand?"

"Yes, Dad. " She rolled her eyes at her father’s overprotective ways, as she attempted to conceal how excited she was to be going on her first hunt.

After grabbing the needed equipment from the trunk, the three made their way into the old building. Dean kicked in the front door, and they made their way through the dark hallways, turning round sharp corners, always ready to attack. Dean’s flashlight was the only source of light, but that only seemed to add to the odd adrenaline rush Y/N was experiencing. Rounding another corner, they heard it before they could see it. The gruesome beast stood on its hind legs across the room, and was feasting on the bloodied remains of what appeared to be a human heart.

It snarled, dropping the heart from its pointed claws, slick with blood, as it stood to its full height, growling at the boys who stood protectively in front of Y/N. Dean raised his gun, yelling out a sort of battle cry, before charging towards the beast, shooting it with the silver bullets, of which the werewolf seemed to have no problem dodging. Sam pulled out his own gun, going to shoot, aiming for its head - only for it to dodge those bullets too. The animal was smart, and soon enough, both Dean and Sam had fired all the bullets they'd brought with them. The wolf went for Dean, grabbing and digging it's nails into him, making his arm bleed profusely before the creature threw him against the wall, knocking him out cold. Sam stood still protectively in front of his daughter, who was shocked by the scene that had unfolded in front of her. Sam remained still as the wolf snarled, baring it's teeth as it prepared to attack. 

"Y/N, you know what I told you to do." Sam whispered, hoping he could at least save his daughter.

"No, Dad. I won't leave you." Her voice shook through her cold and hard faced exterior - because she knew that Sam was weighing out his options, and many of the outcomes ended up with her being the only survivor. The werewolf was much more powerful than anticipated, and with Dean out cold, there wasn't much that could be done.

"I said run!" His angered, harsh tone frightened her, but she was stubborn, he supposed she got that from him. “Please.” He begged. 

That's all he was. A man, who now stood in front of his daughter, shielding her from pain so unimaginable, asking his little girl to run to save herself.

And as much as everything in her told her to stay, to fight , she obeyed.

A sense of relief filled Sam, as he watched his daughter run, now she was out of harms way, what happened to him didn't matter.

"Come at me then, you son of a bitch." Sam exclaimed, as he picked up an rusty metal pole from the floor, just as Dean began to regain consciousness. The werewolf charged towards Sam, knocking him off of his feet, as it climbed on top of him, it’s jaw snapping open and shut in an attempt to get a bite, though Sam only just managed to hold him off by using the metal pole to keep it at arms length. Though Sam knew it wouldn't hold. Suddenly a whistle cut through the thick air, and the werewolf's attention was diverted to its source, Y/N, who stood strong yet incredibly afraid, and had stupidly tried to save her father’s life by diverting the attention to herself. The werewolf left Sam, as it charged straight towards Y/N, bearing it’s teeth. In all honesty, she had no clue what she was doing. It was a death sentence, really. She may have been becoming a skilled fighter, but no way was she naive enough to believe she could fight of a creature like that. As it charged towards her at an alarming speed, she made no attempt to move. She couldn’t outrun it and she couldn’t fight it off. She was petrified, her blood pulsed through her and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe, but she simple glanced to her father, and she supposed that dying so that he could live wouldn’t be so bad. 

 So many things happened all at once. The sound of Sam screaming her name, or perhaps the hurried footsteps of Dean, who'd managed to scramble to and from the Impala since regaining conciousness to grab more silver bullets, or even the burning pain in Y/N’s abdomen, as the werewolf plunged its long talons into her with one swift move.

She gasped, watching helplessly as the werewolf removed is claws, and she stared as her crimson blood dripped from the tips, whilst her body fell heavy to the ground. The sound of a gunshot ran through the air, as the werewolf's body fell heavily a few meters away from her, and she could faintly make out the figure of Dean holding the gun. Sam ran toward her, kneeling at her side, as he took off his plaid jacket and attempted to apply pressure to her bleeding abdomen, though it was difficult, because his mind couldn't comprehend the quick events that had just occurred.

"Y/N?" Sam placed his hand on the side of her face, and she struggled to keep her eyes open to see him leaning over her. "Come on baby, don't leave." He begged and she could tell he was crying, but lacked the energy to make any movement.

She fought to keep her eyes open, looking into his as tears poured from them. "Dad. It hurts."

"I know baby girl, I know. But hey, it'll be okay. Dean! Dean!" Sam looks behind him, to Dean who is stood in shock at the sight of his niece lying so near death in front of him. "Dean! What're you doing? Call Cas!"

Nodding rapidly, Dean begins murmuring to himself, though after numerous tries, there was no sign of the angel.

"Damnit Cas!" Dean cried, his fist colliding with the wall next to him, before he went to kneel next to Sam and his dying niece. Sam was whispering sweet nothings into his daughter’s ear, making empty promises, as his hand gripped her’s tightly. Sam looked hopefully up at his brother, hoping that he'd managed to get Castiel's attention, though Dean could only shake his head.

"He's not coming Sammy."

Sam looked exasperated. Tears cascaded down his stubbly cheeks, and he held his daughter close as he continued to promise her that it was all going to be okay.

"Uncle D?" She whispered, her other hand reaching out for his, needing all the comfort she could get.

"Yeah, I'm here sweetheart." He promises, as Sam looks at him, and Dean can practically hear his heart breaking.

"Promise me you'll take care of Dad." Tears fell down her cheeks. “He’ll blame himself, but, but you can’t let him, okay? This was my decisionand I-” She cut herself off, lacking the energy to continue speaking. She knew things weren't going to get better. This was it for her. But She'd never regret dying if it meant her father could live.

" Hey, hey, It’s okay. I promise darling." He kissed her forehead sweetly, as did Sam, and as Sam begged helplessly for his daughter not to go, her head finally fell to the side, and her hands fell limp, her eyes falling closed as her breathing ceased.

"Y/N? Baby girl? Wake up." Sam took his daughters arms, and shook her gently, as if that would bring her back. "Please, Y/N. You can't leave."

And Dean can do nothing but watch as his heartbroken brother cries over the daughter that deserved so much more than what she got. Sam sat beside his daughter for hours, holding her limp and cold body in his, rocking her back and forth as he sang the song his mother used to sing to him when he was young. Eventually Dean managed to convince Sam that it was time to go.

"Come on, Sammy. We should go now. We can give her a proper hunters funeral, like she deserves." Dean attempted to say, as he touched his brothers shoulder, though Sam shoved him off.

"No." Sam roughly said, as he stood, lifting his daughter into his arms. "We'll bury her. So she can come back to us when she's ready."

"Okay, Sammy. If that's what you want." Dean hated seeing his brother in such a way, and this time there was nothing Dean could do to make it any better. So Dean sat in the drivers seat, taking her to a lovely patch of greenery, where Y/N's favourite childhood spot was for her and Sam to watch the stars, and Sam sat in the back, cradling his dead daughter to his chest, as tears still fell down his cheeks.

That was the night that Y/N Winchester died.  A night that Sam would never forget.

[drunkportuguese]

the one anon about Sam Wilson wearing Cap. America's clothes: Oh... Sorry for not explaining better, but Sam wearing Cap. America's battle uniforms/battle suits. The one battle suit from Civil War, or from Endgame, or the one with the star ripped out in Infinity War. Just something i've been thinking because of stuff that happened at the end of Endgame, not based on something you posted.

Thank you so much for clarifying! I’m going to go on a little bit of a big rant, but it’s like, my first time writing like this, so please be patient :D I have also not read the comics so all of this is speculation!

Sam wearing Steve’s uniforms is something that doesn’t quite sit right with me. While I believe that the CA mantle is not something that should become the hero’s personality, I do think that it’d be cool to see some changes based on the person who’s wearing it. Sam picking up Steve’s used uniforms and not altering anything would be pretty lame and ilogical imo

I follow a few tumblrs that do read the comics and so I see comics’ Sam!cap once in a while, and I love the way the uniform was tailored to him!

^This looks really good to me! There are a few obvious flaws that I’ll talk about later, but regardless, it’s different enough that everyone knows that that’s the incredible Sam Wilson, but also recognizable enough that you can tell perfectly that he’s Captain America, what with the Puerto Rican flag n’ all (I joke).

However, I’d love love love to see Sam wearing the famous stealth uniform:

Like, this one is a godsend and I really love it (just like the rest of the world lmao). I think it’d really look good on Sam!

But that’s really the only original suit that Sam could wear without making changes to it and still look normal and logical:

Unless Sam’s wings are like those of an owl, he’d make noise flying, as well as that most stealth missions involve going inside buildings, so stealth would have to be on the ground and in closed spaces for most of the time.

Thus, Sam wouldn’t fly a lot in these situations, only using the wings as extra punching-“hands” or a full body shield.

Because of 1) and 2), the original uniform’s build makes sense to me, as the suit doesn’t need to be aerodynamic - flying would not be the focus of these types of missions, and I think Shield would rather the suit was focused on protection and noise reduction than being aerodynamic.

Sam’s fighting style is more airborne than Steve’s, so the other uniforms don’t really fit this different fighting style.

To show you what I mean, let’s take off (hah) from the MCU and dive (hah x2) into the DCU, into the last Aquaman movie. This is what I didn’t like about the movie:

(beware as the picture under this sentence is an edit, but is also a faithful representation of the real suit - i couldn’t find a good quality picture of it besides this one)

Here’s the deal: Nothing in these suits screams hydrodynamic to me.

Mera’s skintight suit might look the most hydrodynamic of all, but that was not the intention they had when making her wear that. They wanted her to have a skintight suit because she’s a woman and thus needs to look sexy. I hate this trope in superheroes’ suits (yes, even in Aquaman’s own skintight suit), but I digress.

Mera’s suit has an egregious neckline. Who the fuck designed this? She’s gonna be swimming superman-style at breakneck speeds and your first thought is to put an enormous boob window where water will 100% make it into the suit through the middle of her boobs?! During the entire movie I was waiting to see her puff-up like a pufferfish from all the water intake the suit must’ve had.

Mera wears heels, which is ridiculous for a society that doesn’t even really walk!

But King Orm’s suits are the worst to me. The first one might not be that bad, but why does he look like a medieval knight/gladiator?

But the third picture… is the absolute fucking worst.

Why does he have a cape? That shit’s gonna float around him and strangle him someday, and I’m gonna be on the sidelines watching and laughing with Edna Mode.

The whole suit looks clunky and heavy, and it might be made of scales but that still doesn’t look oceanic to me. Looks more like someone took Jon Snow’s suit and changed the colors to fit an ocean environment.

All of this is to show you that:

I’m way too picky about superhero suits;

When I rant, I go for the long haul;

These suits are not adapted to their environment, and that’s their biggest flaw.

Steve’s suits are not made to go airborne, and that make sense, because Steve doesn’t fly. Steve’s suits are adapted to ground fighting.

But Sam does fly, and I’d hate to see Sam’s CA suits become the Mera/King Orm of the MCU, where they make them look borderline military-like and too superhero-y, and Sam stops looking like his suits were made to fit an airborne environment and more like they just look cool and that’s it.

So let’s look at skydiving suits:

Notice the full helmet and the how these clothes are baggy but still tight to the body? These suits also have a full-body harness, to make sure no part of the body is under too much strain when you open the parachute and the speed you are travelling at drastically decreases. Would the harness be just for the shoulders, like a backpack, I don’t know - you might dislocate something!

Now let’s look at Sam’s suit:

I’d appreciate if he had some sort of protection for his mouth and nose. Sam’s fights can make him need to do a lot of quick ascends and tight turns and he can very easily have the breath knocked out of him with a rogue gust of wind.

The breastplate/belly-plate(?) looks a little too solid to me, thought, and this is a man that literally performs falcon takedowns, where he needs to curl up quickly:

I’d say with all the technology available in the MCU, now especially with Shuri’s help, they’d be able to make a more flexible but protective suit for Sam, and that’s what I’d like to see when he debuts as CA.

But other than that, it actually looks like a good compromise between being aerodynamic and protective.

It looks protective enough if we ignore the exposed skin around his elbows (I’d be terrified if I had exposed joints – one well-placed stab or slash and my arm would be gone).

His pants look comfortable and not too tight, which prevents getting a wedgie mid-fight and allows the body to move freely.

It has the full-body harness like the suits we saw earlier, but it could use some work. Parachuting means you will have maybe one time where your body will experience a drastic decrease in speed, but Sam will increase and decrease speed very quickly and many times during fights and pursuits. He needs a sturdy body harness with more belts than the parachuters’ so the strain is even more distributed throughout the body, to prevent his groin and shoulders from getting crazy amounts of stress. He is human, after all, and the human body has limits.

Let’s look at the comics again:

This might look a little ridiculous with all the muscle definition, but apart from the exposed boot laces and maybe too tight clothes, it looks pretty fit for high speed flying, acrobatics, and fighting.

Note especially how the suit wraps around his face. The only problem I see there is that it should have a mask to, again, protect his mouth and nose. That flap under his chin could get a little loose with use, and one day Sam gets uncomfortable air flowing into his suit – which, needless to say, a split-second distraction like that in superhero fights can be disastrous.

There’s also very little exposed skin: I’d argue that a Captain America-style helmet would help a lot to protect his head but still being aerodynamic, to keep him flying as fast as he can.

 So, basically:

Sam’s MCU original suit already looks pretty good. He could use having less exposed skin, more flexible materials, and a Captain America-style helmet, which can all be achieved by combining his original suit with the CA standard suit. CA’s suit aesthetic is especially good, because you can segment the breastplate into two pieces, the blue top, and the red/white bottom, making it more foldable and flexible without compromising the classical CA look.

His suit also needs a Winter Soldier-style mask, but while it’s such a big deal for flying, I still don’t think it’s going to be implemented, because then Sam would become so covered-up that Marvel could be tempted to cgi his entire suit like they did with Iron Man, and I really don’t want to see that. We all know that, with a few exceptions (like James Cameron’s Avatar), cgi does not age well.

 -.;.-

I hope at least 10% of this rant makes sense lmao. Also, I know these are superhero movies that definitively don’t need to have all this thought put into them but hey, I like to speculate and complain about shit lol

I’m nowhere near an expert at whatever the fuck I’m talking about in this post, but I tried my best! This deviated into a bit of a different topic, so I’m not sure this is what you wanted, but I wanted to talk about this anyway :s Thank you for the ask!

[ultimavolatusrpg]

ACCEPTED // MARGOT NOVAK

21 years old, 91st Hunger Games, FC: Dakota Fanning

Wallflower, Ambitious, Fractured, Easily-Influenced, Detached

tw: extreme violence, abuse, death, mentions of prostitution

ARENA:

A complicated system of underground sewers and subways and tunnels, Margot’s arena was entirely underground. The Cornucopia was in the middle of the complex web, a large atrium where the tunnels emptied mysterious green sludge and the monstrosities they called mutts: oversized rats with poison bites, electronic flies that sucked blood. As a Career, Margot was mostly spared from crawling through the narrowest of the tunnels, opting to stay close to the Cornucopia until it was necessary to begin “hunting.” The lack of hiding places made for a relatively short games, leading to a week and a half of chases through the tunnels after an errant noise was heard echoing down the narrow passageways. 

Margot Novak entered into the arena with her boyfriend, Carian Vox,  though the two of them decided against playing up the “star-crossed-lovers” angle and only revealed an emotional connection to each other once in the arena itself. While in the arena, Margot gained her reputation for being strange in a slightly off-putting way: many watchers commented that the detached and calm way she watched the arena was one of the more memorable parts of the games. 

And what she watched? Her boyfriend going completely and totally savage.  Inspired by the crownless games that happened when they were too young to remember it, Carion wanted to show what the natural conclusion of the Career’s was: unprecedented blood and gore. 

Long before the 91st arena, he roped in Margot, whose ambitions had turned from winning the games to doing whatever Carian wanted. She would drop anything, do anything, spend any money, be any person if she knew it would make Carian smile. So, when he was sixteen and he was eighteen, they volunteered in tandem. Prior to the games, they seemed run-of-the-mill Career tributes, intense and tough but ultimately forgettable, forgettable, forgettable. Until. The bloodbath wasn’t overly fatal, ten deaths in total, but what Carian did before the Capitol could bring up their bodies was unspeakable. He went savage. Think tearing flesh, think cracking bones. Blood gets in your mouth. 

The Capitol liked their blood sports, but they considered themselves civilized: subjecting the entire country to unnecessary mutilation did not go over well with the gamemakers. The Career pack broke up and Margot and Carian received no more support from sponsors, which was a delight to Carian, since this meant it was working: he was disturbing the country. Maybe next they would t h i n k.

Margot had a total of five kills in the games, nothing to scoff at, but she kept the theatrics to Carian. She would be a silent, detached watcher as he shocked the country. Blue eyes looking but not watching. Sometimes, the blood would splatter, stain her pale smooth skin. 

Of course, they killed him. They had to kill him. They weren’t going to have a psychopath for a victor. But he had Margot looking out for him, Margot as his good luck charm, he said. She pulled him out of the way of falling pipes, killed mutts that seemed to lust after his blood and only his blood. But the gamemakers decide what becomes of the games, and luck doesn’t last forever. It ended with her, Carian, and a pair of allies from the outer districts. They were going to let them win. She and Carian didn’t want to win, that wasn’t the point. They had made their point. They were going to let them win. But they killed Carian first, and the girl laughed when she did it. She was so relieved, she killed him with a smile on her face, and something inside Margot S N A P P E D.

The plan was to not fight either of them, the plan was to stand defiant and proud, but instead Margot tackled the girl bodily and slit her throat quickly, kicking her aside and then going for the boy, even while her mind told her to stop, to let him live. She didn’t do that. A  knife through the boy’s eye, throat and chest, fifteen, twenty, thirty times. It was to be the icon of his games, Margot not stopping when the cannon went off, or when they started playing the song, or when the Gamemaker’s voice sounded over the empty arena. Margot Novak didn’t stop fighting. 

Until she did. 

BIOGRAPHY:

MARGOT NOVAK

It’s been five years since Margot Novak was lifted into the sky as she scraped at the empty air, desperate to stay on the ground. 

It’s been five years since Margot Novak had a clear purpose, a destiny. 

It’s been a long five years. 

***

Margot’s father, Abraham, had a simple enough job. He was a Peacekeeper, had always been a Peacekeeper, and was very good at his job. He rose through the ranks, and pretty soon his reputation precedes him.  That reputation, among those who knew him, was not unlike a hammer. When a district stepped out of line–low productivity rates, ripplings of uprising, low morale–he would take over as the head Peacekeeper for a short stint, remind the citizens of the district how good they had it. Cue the public whippings, the crackdowns on black markets, complete lockdown of the district. He was known for his cruelty. His youngest daughter Margot didn’t view him as cruel, though. More of a challenge. As with everything else he was and did in life, Margot’s father was withholding, strict, uncompassionate, and unclear about expectations or instructions. That had just pushed her to impress him. A warmer man wouldn’t have asked anything of her. Abraham asked the world, and Margot was determined to meet it with the sort of intensity found only in little girls. Small and wispy stature be damned, Margot threw herself into the rigorous training of the career academy, not letting anything distract her from her ultimate goal, no,d e s t i n y , of joining District Two’s storied victors. 

Well, almost anything. 

Carian Vox was two years her senior, with dark curls framing his face and cow eyes so sweet and sincere that had the unfortunate habit of making Margot feel like she was melting. It wasn’t the eyes she fell in love with, though. It was the head behind them. Carian Vox was one of the top recruits at the Academy, but he didn’t idolize the old Victors like everybody else. He didn’t want to bring glory to his District, or win riches for himself. He wanted to make a point. His heroes were secret, a hidden sign he held in his heart, the three-note song of the Mockingjay. Despite the overwhelming pressure building up around the country that sometimes seemed centered in Two, Carian believed in Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. He was revolutionary-minded, smart and ambitious, with a big heart that yearned for justice, for freedom. 

He was also a bit  insane.  

(Poor Margot, she doesn’t even realize that now.)

Margot fell in love with his philosophies, his ideas, his dreams. She tied her’s to his. Carian’s dream was this: The Crownless Games showed Panem the cruelty of what happened to the tributes from the Outer Districts, who never even have a chance at anything: not love, not hope, not life. It took the Capitol’s methods to their natural conclusion. And that he did, dying in the arena for his display for gruesomeness. Margot had planned on dying with him, that was the plan that didn’t happen, and Margot found herself a Victor, alive when she hadn’t exactly meant to be.

It seems that Margot left her fight in the arena, at least where the Capitol’s concerned. Immediately following the games, she was questioned by the Gamemakers on what, exactly, was the point of all the violence: had she and Carian simply gone mad? Were the bloodthirsty monsters created by the training academies, or was there something else? Whatever the cause, they made it clear in no uncertain terms that any subversion of the Capitol’s will would not end well for her.

 Margot’s not an idiot, and she hasn’t gone insane, despite what some reports may claim. She’s weighed her options. She’s realized how good she has it. Carian talked of rampant poverty, of murdered children, of corruption, but none of that applied to Margot, not anymore. She lived in a big, beautiful house in the Capitol. She was waited on by avoxes, she never had to worry about money, about work, about anything. Sure, sometimes she had to “entertain” the occasional visitor, but that’s a small and managable torture. A revolution would be worse, and wouldn’t work–God knows Carian’s didn’t. It didn’t change anything at all. She’s chalked up that belief to the blind optimism of youth–her love for Carian was real, the only real thing she’s ever felt, but the dream is dead.

And with Carian dead, she feels like half of her soul has been ripped out at the seams, and she’s unmoored, unsure of her place in this strange new world where she is alive and he is not. She feels amputated and hemophilic, a wound that won’t stop bleeding, will never heal. 

And the Capitol has taken advantage of her passivity. They’ve turned her into a tool, a small weapon of war. After the arena, Margot just wanted to be protected, wanted to continue unbothered by change, after the first sixteen years of her life had been marked by it. They offered her protection, for a price: among the other activities expected of Victors, she has also become something of a little bird for the Capitol: nothing serious, nothing dangerous. But she’s surrounded by Victors, she’s one of them. They trust her, as much as any Victor can trust. So, when something seems off–a rogue comment or complaint, strange behavior–she lets the Capitol know. 

Maybe it made a traitor to her people. A coward. But it also made her safe.

PENNED BY: BRIDG

[chaosbcrne]

@antibadnik

      He has a solid lead, or so he thinks when he kicks off that night. A new series of robots, clearly created by the biggest threat to world security, designed for stealth - a first from the loudmouthed doctor, as far as Shadow knows. Surely, if he can track their whereabouts, they’ll lead him to something crucial, something helpful.

       Alas, his pursuit is cut short, and the evening takes an even more interesting turn as he finds himself faced with another rogue individual pointing a gun at him.

       He knows her. She knows him. He’s seen that mask before, that unique weapon, though he’s coming short of remembering context. He knows her to be a quiet one. Much like him, she chose to go off the grid and operate on her own as the war raged on. Much like him, she fought a solitary battle and hid her true motives.

       She hates him. Though they’ve never properly crossed paths before now (that he can remember), he knows she never bore him pleasant intentions. There’s more to this than unhealthy resentment smeared from his long-past mistakes. This is personal, somehow.

       Do it, he dares quietly, staring back at her with an eerie stillness. He could lunge and disarm her in a flash; he could take off left or right and easily avoid the shot; he could warp behind her and strike the first blow, or teleport where she’ll never find him again. But he has to know. Do it, he waits. He has to know whether she’ll do it.

       Black ears flatten at the noise of a shot fired. Time seems to stop for a second or two as his heart skips a few beats just the same, genuine shock rendering his eyes wide and limbs even more paralyzed than the were before. But no pain comes.

       Those same ears fold back in an instant at the sound of wires discharging and metal crumbling, and the hybrid turns around in a swift movement to catch a glimpse of the source. A mechanical entity with padded feet-like extremities and rubber joints now sits there with a hole blown at its very center. He was being followed ?...

       By the very same type of sentinel he meant to be tracking down, no less. He’d feel a tinge of shame if there wasn’t so much else to process. He’s barely recognized the badnik when his savior speaks up - albeit quietly - and his attention snaps back to her. “Yeah,” he breathes out in an almost equally low voice, still coming down the adrenaline rush this short but intense occurrence put him through.

       When he can feel his blood pumping again, when he has control over his own intake of air, is when irritation begins ruffling at his fur. Just what was this all about ? Oh, he would be annoyed at getting played by the doctor, and in front of an audience no less, if it wasn’t for said audience’s little spectacle. Just as a frown takes over his baffled expression, she is avoiding to look at him. He won’t have it.

       “No,” he corrects, speaking louder already. “You know what ? No.” He’s taking a step closer, fists balled and teeth bared, his interest long gone from the objective he initially set for himself. He makes a bigger problem of her. She, who he wholeheartedly believed would shoot him for the split second where they faced off, and who instead chose to keep him safe.

       “I know you hate my guts,” he states, pointing an accusing finger at her. “Why protect me ? What’s your deal ?” His frustration is clear despite the late hour, and his determination highlighted in the way he plants his feet. “You could have let it do its thing.” He swallows thickly. “No one would have known.”

[mistyparadise]

3, 6, 9, 13 because it's Payback Time, 19 because I want to know about your many dice

ok ya got me

3. Your favorite side quest

This is only sort of a side quests but in my Saturday night game one of the players decided he had to have his wedding RIGHT NOW so we all had toreal quick get ready for a wedding and there was a shopping montage for buying outfits and we had to get a bird in a suit and out dwarf fighter gave a speech full of drunk best man jokes, it was great.

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc)

Umm I do not know what I killed but it was a bigger boy that I rolled my sorcerer chaos magic to kill and bc I am full of ramdom things it rolled to be high damage but a damage type he was either immune or resistant to so it would’ve been moot. BUT I used a magic item for the first time, a cord that lets me change any rolls related to my spells, so the image of Larissa frantically tugging on her belt and the spell changing types halfway to hitting the monster and juust MURDERING him/ 

9. Your favorite thing about D&D. 

I really like the relationships formed in it? Like real talk I have made like 5 friends this year bc of D&D and it’s great and I could never have imagined That. 

Also I like that I can enjoy it and play it without having to learn everything about it? Like I am Bad at lore but that doesn’t stop me from having fun!

ALSO I LOVE DOING FUCKING MAGIC

13. Introduce your current party.

Oh boy you got me here. I’m going from newest to oldest.

FRIDAY - The mess! We are not a very united front and we don’t really know whats going on. You’ve got Darcy, a very normal alchemist who is maybe also an illegal arms dealer who makes bombs out of her house. She is tired and isn’t sure if she even really wants to be doing Any of This. Eliza the Rogue, who eats only bread and paper (she has eaten every note we’ve ever gotten. Destroy the evidence) She hates bad people and guns and wishes she didn’t like dummies as much as she does. Roman the shadow cleric who wears a fedora but we don’t talk about that anymore. He lives in a literal hole in the ground and likes playing tricks on people and is real big into shadows I Guess. Connor, the pretty snake boy Dex Fighter who only has one arm. We think he may have been a pirate captain but he says he isn’t. He has bad morals and won’t tell us anything about himself. And finally It the Goblin and his buddy Handrew. It tried to pretend to be a gnome for all of 10 minutes. He is trying to figure out Secrets and also Handrew is literally just a hand who is his friend. None of us really like each other but we are doing our best.

SATURDAY - Technically we are called the Solar Hawks and it’s a dumb ass name. A fairly normal party, but it’s in the dessert. Zauzel, the Blood Cleric. He is dramatic, pale cursed which is a plot point I still don’t fully understand, and can identify you by the taste of your blood, which, gross. He is MARRIED to Aisha, the half drow glamour bard. She likes flirting and music? And she’s pregnant right now. It’s most likes Zauzels but there is a chance it isn’t! She was queen of the underdark for like a day. Shawn Tootle, human wizard and a little bit of grave cleric who just wants to study ancient artifacts, read for spells, and protect his favorite magic girl bc he is projecting his dead daughter onto her (which YIKES) That magic girl is Larissa, the wild magic sorcerer who just wants to blow things up and not get in trouble for it. Her most redeeming quality is her Perfect Boy Nelson the shadow blink dog who has gotten me out of so many sticky situations I love him. Sirik, the aarakocra ranger and his raptor Hes. Dumb as all heck but so lovable. He likes all animals more than any person. He has a small dragon thing as a pet now. And finally Fick, the dwarven fighter. He’s trying to make the Best Beer, all of his family is Dead, and his sister lives inside a magic gaunlet now. He’s the most racist. 

WEDNESDAY - oh boy. Oh man. ok.

Pierce, the fighter with like a sorcerer archetype? He’s an asshole, pacted with a demon who wants him to kill some people, and is TOTALLY whipped for our wizard.

Korona, the theurgy wizard. Smartest BY FAR, just wants to study and for no one to die. Gets upset about all the death and bad things we seem to keep doing. Doesn’t like SOME of our party members but seems to like others a whole lot if you know what I mean.

Wren, the half hexblade half paladin. Has gone through so much shit, used to be much more of a happy go lucky dumbass but not is more Sad. Likes to drink a bit, and had to fight his brother and it went poorly. Learning how to be a holy boy, and of course he had to pick a god that’s illegal, so it’s not going great.

Zod, the good good monk! He’s the best punch boy. He’s the soft boy but also he can just murder you with his hands so. This is a Bad sentence but I once described him as having the softest big dick energy ever? It’s true but I didn’t have to say it.

Gabriel, the bone knight fighter. Look. I don’t know what I can say about this. He’s a sad boy. He’s out for vengeance because everyone in his town got killed, including his Wife (which, yikes) so he’s trying to fix that and now he’s with us and whoops now he maybe is like a little in love with my bard I don’t know how this happened either but I do know that he would die for her and always wants to do the right thing and help people.

and to round it out…

Katri, the lore bard. She’s…a lot. She ran away from home, bc she wanted to be free from their mental abuse. She has a lot of anxiety but is overcoming that. She mostly wants to do the right thing but recently that’s been harder and harder. She’s one with the void bc she stared into it for a while fighting a mind flayer. She is hopelessly in love with Gabriel and will do a n y t h i n g to keep him alive. She canonically has no fear now.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

So I never actually get to roll my dice but I do roll them once I open them and I believe that the first roll does set the tone for that set.