#(through gritted teeth) i have finally come to terms with the fact he is 8th its fine its whatever i like 8 anyway

[rox-of-iu]

no thought only MQF in brain* (*even more than usual yeah.....)

ok lads listen up. i love allllll Mu Qingfang designs ok? all the interpretations are cool and valid and dear ok BUT. whenever I personally try to draw MQF without a 'stache he just looks to me like a first-year med student ok hjdfhkfd

but anyway. when i was scrolling around and being completely normal about MQF i saw a lot of ppl say stuff like 'this is my 'mqf is actually pretty' agenda' and its alwaysss about peeled mqf SO I HAVE A POINT TO PROVE OK. mqf with a moustache can be also a prettyboy ok?? i can prove it 😭😭

so here are my qingfangs where i turned up the babygirl vibes to absolute max as i could hsdfjkhdskfh 💜

[plantvenuss]

Avenging what we lost- [ Steve Rogers x Black! reader ] - 3

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[A/N - To be added to the taglist just ask! 🍒💕! the summary may be the same for a few chapters or it might change!]

For previous chapters:  Part one, and here for  Part two 

WARNINGS : None

Summary: Following the release of the readers hospitalization, the reader tries to find out why and who was behind what happened on the 21st of September, 2013. But  will they you after the right person? and what happens when it becomes harder than you thought it would be?

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1 year ago....

February, 8th 2013.

“You gonna be okay?” Melina, the woman who had been your caretaker for less than a year asked, rubbing your back as the yellow taxi parallel parked in front of you.

The streets were busy, the sound of honking, buzzing cars filled your ears. You breathed in the scent of DC and savored it, the smell of fresh air and soft winter breeze hitting a spot you’d never thought you’d feel again.

Everything felt new, your mind felt fresh- it felt like it somehow expanded and you were open to more knowledge that you could’ve never reached before. You named it the “post-accident high.” because you thought that everyone who had experienced such severe “accidents.” felt this way. That the trauma was so severe that it shook the core of the soul. And the body not knowing how to react to such drastic changes, made changes of its own to adapt: renewing the mind

You nodded as the driver loaded your things in the trunk. ”Although I don’t really remember some things.” you commented jokingly, which made the both of you giggle.

 You turned to her, the necklace she had given you on your birthday swinging with the movement of your body. You gave her a soft smile and placed your hand on top of her forearm.

“Are you?” You asked back, becoming serious, and she gave you a stunned look, her eyebrows furrowing, eyes looking around as if you had been talking to someone else before she gave an answer.

She opened her mouth but stopped, wrapping her arms around herself as the whisk cold air blew again. She smiled a sad smile, watching the cars drive by as she continued to stand there with her arms wrapped around herself.

She nodded after a while of silence, like she was appreciating the scene in front of her- the kind of nod you give when you’re satisfied with everything.

“Yeah. I am.”

Finally, she turned and placed her hand on top of yours and exhaled, a short breath enough for it to make the air that escaped her lips turn to fog and dissolve into the air.

You placed your hands on top of hers, the feeling that this moment would only last a short second sitting in the pit of the both of your stomachs.

Although you were not brave enough to admit it, you were going to miss parts you could remember about her. You were going to miss how she put up with your bullshit all of the time, how she would always come in with a brighter smile even after you yelled at her and told her to fuck off countless times. You never meant for all of that, the yelling, the cursing the temper tantrums, it was just that she reminded you so much of your brother, Marcus.

So well put together, so patient and tolerant with all of your shit, you were almost starting to believe that Marcus’ soul was put into the the body of this woman to taunt you.

And you couldn’t help but get angry. It wasn’t his fault, none of what happened that day was anybody’s fault but your own, and you had come to terms with that not too long ago. But you couldn’t dismiss the anger you felt. How could he just leave you here all alone like this? with scars etched all over your body, it disgusted you. You were supposed to protect each other, you were supposed to protect him.

But your pride was too high to admit that to her, how much she reminded you of your brother, even with all of the 3rd degree burns that were patched up and hidden away so the rest of the world couldn’t see you, or hear your stories.

“How about this.” You began, the idea of letting her go so soon breaking your heart. Not now, not when you had such a connection with her.

Slipping your hand away from hers you turned, the taxi driver impatiently seated in his car, waiting for you to say your goodbyes.

“how about we grab a coffee one of these days?” you asked, gulping, waiting to be disappointed.

She smiled brighter, her smile almost bringing the sun out, she nodded and you limped toward the taxi with her help, you said your goodbye’s and the taxi sped off, merging into the Washington traffic. But when you turned to look around, even after sitting in a queue of red lights and honking cars, she was still there, waiting.

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June 20th, 2014.

Today....

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“Any updates on the missing files?” Steve asked as he crouched over Natasha’s desk, she shook her head, no, as she continued to type at an impeccable speed, her eyes managing to keep up with whatever her fingers were feeding the computer with.

“I’m trying to hack their feed, trying to see if anyone was in that file room before you.” 

Steve nodded, fixing his posture and standing up right, grabbing one of the files he took from the base off of Natasha’s desk, skimming through it.

“Good. Let me know if you find anything.” turning on his heels Natasha’s words stopped him from moving any further, “I’m in.” she said, and Steve turned around faster than he’s ever done before.

“Whoever this is,” Natasha spoke after a while of static buzzed through the computers speakers. “meddled with the feed, so I can’t identify the face. Only the times they were in and out.”

Steve huffed, dropping the file back on top of the neat stack of files, Natasha turned towards him with her lips pressed tightly, the feeling of failure seeping into her veins. 

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“We need to talk.” 

He peered over his shoulder and scoffed as the door clicked behind Steve, kicking his feet off of his desk he stood, in one swift motion, his back still turned on Steve.

Steve took this as a sign to move forward, he placed his shield on the couch that was placed in the center of the room and moved his way towards Fury’s desk, he took Fury’s silence as a notion to speak but he chose to remain silent.

“What is it, Rogers?” He asked, his dominant voice bouncing off of the walls. Steve exhaled through his nose, his stubbornness getting the best of him, he swayed on his feet before his eyes flicked up to meet the back of Fury’s head.

“We have missing files and you don’t seem to care.” He croaked out, Fury’s body suddenly turned to this accusation, almost like he jumped at the idea to argue.

“Did I say I didn’t care?” He bounced back, finally meeting Steve’s eyes for the first time since he stepped into the room.

“You’re not exactly acting like you do.” Steve sassed back, if there was ever a time to be sassy, the time was now. Those files were important to S.H.I.E.L.D and now that  they’ve been stolen, without any possible trace, the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D is at stake.

“So you’ve come to my office, to tell me how I should and shouldn’t give a damn?” 

“No-” Steve pursed his lips into a tight line and tucked his two thumbs into the hilt of his uniform. He turned his head towards fury, his blue eyes boring a sense of urgency behind them, he knows he could catch whoever took the files, hell he wanted to catch whoever did this, all he wanted was for Fury to feel the same. 

“All I’m asking is for you to help, send some agents, send a tech team- just send someone. It’s just me and Romanoff down there, and as much as I’d like to believe we can get it done on our own this time,” Steve raised his shoulders and Fury gave him a look of understanding and defeat after a moment.

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It marked hour 3 when the loading bar successfully chimed, your head shot up from your desk and you rubbed your cold hands together. Wasting no time your hands moved towards the mouse and you began navigating what you could get your hands on.

“Come on, gimme something.” You urged on, your leg jittering up and down in anticipation. It took you months of planning to get your hands on these things, and you were hoping all of your good work was not put in for nothing.

Just when your hope was beginning to crack you came across a double file, which of course had its sets of passwords because it was S.H.I.E.L.D, but you had no problem getting past those, when you did your hands froze.

You pressed harder against the mouse, the beds of your fingers crushing the material under it, you grit your teeth, your heart beating faster than ever as you read the file over and over again just to make sure you were reading it correctly.

‘S.H.I.E.L.D INITIATIVE, PROJECT SEP 21ST-13 D.C’

‘There must’ve been some kind of file error, surely this couldn’t have been under the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D?’ you thought as you continued to hover the mouse over the file, your fingers shaking with anticipation. You shouldn’t feel this excited about knowing who was behind the attack against your family, but you can’t help it, you’ve finally been able to pin a face to this, after months.  And that face was S.H.I.E.L.D.S.

Pulling yourself together you opened the file and the screen glitched for a second,  the darkest black you’ve ever seen over-taking your screen as the sound of the computer increased to a piercing shriek, but it was over quicker then you could react. The screen lit up again, and your computer was bombarded with notes, weapon blueprints and potential “attack” dates, all written in some sort of code that you’d never come across before.

You did everything you could, tried to figure out the coding, tried to figure out any hidden features the weapons had, hell you even tried to figure out who triggered the launch for the bomb to go off in the first place, but after around half an hour, the file shut down and re-set its password.

You had figured out, a short while after you had failed to retrieve any useful information that would bring you to a lead, that whoever coded this file must have been the expert among experts, because they were able to hide the fact that after a specific time, you were locked out of each file, depending on the files importance.

Deciding to wrap it up for a day you pinned the hard-drive to your desktop when something caught your eye. This file stood out the most, instead of a mini folder as the image for the file itself it was a small, square bar with extremely small green coding against it, you thought nothing of it, deciding that it was probably a file about getting through HYDRA’S computer system, you decided to leave it alone, until your eyes came across the files name.

  ‘PROJEKT: [Y / N] [L / N] - 29203 SERUM # 5′

Turns out the night was going to be longer than you thought.

[anangelicday-mrwolf]

Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 25 – The Post-Encounter

“You...?!”

Before 3rd Elder’s voice dissipated into air, with a swish and a thud his visitor ripped through the distance between them to leave a considerably pregnant impact on his chest, earning a grunt from him.

“It’s been a long time, 3rd Elder, sir. Forgive my rough salutation. Believe me when I say I have gone through a whole lot of trouble to find you.”

The woman’s orange hair rippled as she nodded in greetings.

“I’ve tried my best to pinpoint your next destination, but I would contribute our encounter today solely to chances. As soon as I go back, I should make a tribute to Lady Luck, if she is real.”

She sounded as if she was striking up a conversation with a friend, but unfortunately her countenance was strange to him.

Although he did not know her face, he would have recalled her codename, if only orange hair and a pair of sky-blue eyes were rare in Union.

Which is why 3rd Elder could not help inquiring about her identity, feeling like he was thrown into a super-awkward New Year’s Day with all relatives in one place, with him being forced to break the ice with a relative he had been separated from for too long.

“I’m sorry, but you are...?”

He thereby cast a net of thousand cracks upon Helga’s face.

He was THE 3rd Elder – the right-hand man of 1st Elder, and one of the top personnel of Union when it comes to intel and information.

Yet he did not recognize her or recollect her codename.

And Helga could not shake off this ominous and offensive impression that perhaps he did not even know her, let alone remember her.

‘How very kind of him to push into my face the degree of my presence within the Union.’

The ex-lieutenant of Crombell gritted her teeth, bowing to herself that she will completely and permanently flip the table through this opportunity, before she bowed once more.

“Apologies for my late introduction. I am Helga, one of the assassins who used to serve Dr. Cro – I mean, Crombell.”

At last recognition spasmed across 3rd Elder’s profile.

During the time when the Union’s throne had belonged to 1st Elder, 3rd Elder made it mandatory for himself to memorize all contents of the dossiers for all modified humans and especially those classified as assassination agents following Crombell, the greatest person of interest for him.

So of course he knew about Helga – though he ended up forgetting her face because she was an actress drastically deprived of stages.

No matter how talented or famous an actress used to be, she will hardly remain in heads of the audience if she cannot find stages to perform on.

“What are you doing he...”

Spilling sound from his mouth with his calm as good as halfway down the drain, 3rd Elder at the next moment stepped backwards, rigidity sweeping through his entire body, like a hedgehog raising its thorns towards its predator.

“Come no closer.”

“You are mistaken here. I am aware my salutation was a bit rough, but by no means will I ever hurt...”

Feeling no need to hear any longer, 3rd Elder threw himself into the air.

It was daytime, and buildings were not thick or tall enough to hide him, but he had no problem at all escaping from his initial spot without drawing any civilian eye on him.

That is, he had no problem, except that his party took no time at all to tag along in movements just as fast.

And based on the sounds emitted from behind, she was making sure she will not leave him that easily.

“What’s the matter? Is someone watching you as we speak by any chance?”

Helga’s voice was not very highly pitched, but it was good enough for any modified human to pick up without missing a syllable. As he heard her speak, 3rd Elder could only zip his mouth.

He was not convinced that hinting how his body is plugged with recording device-slash-tracker and a nano-camera at all times would prove useful for him.

He also knew, nevertheless, that it is no use hiding the fact and his flesh from her.

He was well-aware his orange-haired pursuer was equipped with outstanding combat capabilities as well as analytic capabilities.

“Have no fear. I’m sure that man you’ve made your roommate has foreseen this.”

And just like that, Helga put herself before 3rd Elder and stopped him in his track.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t see this coming – at least one remaining agent of Union popping up before you, either for vengeance or for offer.”

He had to admit, she did have a point.

If a sunk vessel means the end of the world for its passengers, the term “survivor” would have not been coined.

And the survivors would try to stay survived to the best of their abilities.

So he should have expected the pieces of Union would writhe and trash and flail into every direction to weave themselves back into a flag of glory they used to brag in the past.

So this encounter would not serve as a legitimate excuse for Frankenstein to drill his head with Dark Spear just for the pure fact that Helga confronted him.

Not to mention the Union agent is the one who sought out for him.

His breath was relatively pacified once he comprehended the situation.

Only relatively.

“And no need to worry about what your recording device would record at this moment.”

Helga’s smile intensified as she witnessed 3rd Elder’s lips wriggled as his eyes froze.

“Yes, I am aware that you would be implanted with a recording device or a tracker. I mean, such a monstrous man has you as his company. And only the most idiotic would send his dog outside without any collar.”

Even though Union’s system has been shattered to naught, it is far from proper manners to compare an ex-elder to a dog. Knowing that, 3rd Elder could not, however, make any complaint or disagreement.

Ever since Crombell was gone, he had caused no direct harm upon Union. Yet he merely watched very small portion of Union being viciously dissected by Frankenstein’s forces. He knew that was what she was criticizing.

The man’s shoulders withdrew without notice, and his words were produced sluggishly.

“I believe you have not been waiting for me for days to simply dub me his dog. What do you really want?”

“Why, offer you an alliance, of course.”

“An alliance...?”

“Indeed. You don’t want Union to be permanently history, do you? Did you forget Union’s purpose and pride just because you’ve been relieved of your cloak for all this time?”

Helga’s voice was raised above normal, and 3rd Elder could not say anything.

In fact, at the same time his eyes were dragged towards his feet.

“Allow me to rephrase that. Did you simply forget our purpose? Or did you want to forget our purpose?”

“I’m not sure if I see any difference in your choices.”

“Our castle has lost all of its pillars, and our wall is lost. So did you decide to temporarily hang on to the oxygen tank that man offered so you would not suffocate under our castle’s debris? Or...”

“Or...?”

“Did you settle to dress and eat and talk like those puny, worthless humans, not giving a damn whether the castle can be rebuilt or not, and whether the man who is providing you hospitality is the one who detonated our castle?”

The white-haired human sealed his lips. Surprisingly, he could not tell whether she hit the nail on the head or not.

“I’m sure you’d already know, but I was hoping you did not opt for the latter. No, if I am to dare take a guess, I’d say you are with former.”

“...What makes you say that?”

“Be honest – you were actually not displeased with my offer and appearance. What was his name again? Frankenstein? (That moment 3rd Elder could not help flinching.) You wanted to run away because you did not want him to see you with me. But on the other hand, you were also afraid that he could catch sight of me. Which means you don’t want that man to gain knowledge about me and later eliminate me. Which means you still care for Union. If you had decided to ditch Union for good, you would have run away the moment you leaped. I know that I’m not good enough to catch up to you or block your path once you run full-speed.”

Helga added thorn in 3rd’s Elder��s mouth with her every claim, and he could not even mumble a soundless yes or no.

The curves of her face crooked more deeply as she watched him in faint pleasure.

“Relax. I’m not asking anything from you – not yet. I just wanted to let you know that you are always welcome to join us. When you are ready, find the spot in this country where we lost 8th, 7th, and 6th Elders. That’s where one of my agents is stationed. You’d be able to meet him as soon as you get there.”

Helga bowed to him at the end of her speech, making herself gone without any warning or trace, just like when she first appeared.

Afterwards 3rd Elder could feel his heart flexing and twitching.

Based on everything that had happened, he knew it is insanity to return to Union now.

Frankly speaking, he would surely serve as a huge help on Union’s side.

However, none on Frankenstein’s side could be considered an easy opponent, with Lukedonian fighters and werewolves and Noblesse and his men.

He could swear that if they put up a fight against them in a struggle to bring back Union, it would irrevocably seal their fate.

Especially when Frankenstein’s devilish attitude and aptitude in battle are alive.

But that did not mean he could brush off Helga’s final words, and he ended up being sidetracked in his way and walking more than necessary during his return.

‘I should focus. I wouldn’t want to be lost from my destination.’

As soon as he thought of his destination, 3rd Elder grimaced, remembering the man who owned the said destination.

‘He will accuse me regarding my conversation with Helga as soon as I make it back. What should I do?’

Lying that Helga threatened how she will eradicate every living form within 100 kilometers radius if he did not spare her some time, though that was not recorded in either the footage or the voice recording.

Trying to make Frankenstein believe that he let Helga talk to him on purpose, to turn their encounter into an opportunity for him to collect some intel on Union’s current situation.

Asserting that he could not remember anything from the time he wasted with Helga.

The man sweated his head off to come up with a good excuse, but he soon realized there was no need to endeavor to come up with one.

The moment he reached the island, 3rd Elder decided to walk up to Frankenstein and tell him first, before Frankenstein figured out what happened and decided he purposefully hid the occasion.

What he found at Frankenstein’s lab was beyond his imagination.

‘What...?!’

The lab was noticeably damaged – no, devastated – centering on the desk that Frankenstein had occupied all the time.

And the devastation was ongoing as 3rd Elder was fixed to his spot.

He noticed how the subject of blame was the dark purple aura that was being emanated from Frankenstein, seemingly asleep.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen him sleeping in this island. Is this why? But just what the heck is going on?!’

At then, Frankenstein bolted awake, shrieking, “NOOOO!!!!” Out of pure reflex, 3rd Elder shielded himself behind the wall and played as if he had just returned, thus successfully walking away from the scene.

He later told himself that whatever Frankenstein had gone through within must have been a huge torment, for the blonde-haired human checked the footage and voice recording a day later, which has never happened.

And that was not all that added to 3rd Elder’s wonder.

“What happened with that orange-haired modified human?”

“Pardon...?”

“Didn’t you know that your camera and recording device stopped working right after she punched you in the torso? I doubt you two had a skirmish any harder than that, since you came back in one piece.”

“Is that so...? I’m not sure how that was possible, but she tried to win me back to the Union.”

“...And that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

He anticipated the host of the island to demand more details on the matter, but he did not. Frankenstein merely waved at him that he is good to go, his countenance full of fatigue.

Such memory was branded into the depth of 3rd Elder’s memories, and he could see it before his eyes even now.

Helga had a means – which was clueless to 3rd Elder – to nullify the high-tech recording device and camera made by the master scientist.

And the master scientist was keeping a physical or emotional secret, detrimental enough to hinder his judgment and thinking.

And this master scientist will be gone for days at the werewolf realm.

Finishing his deliberation, 3rd Elder grabbed his hoodie.

He could not tell where his heart truly lay, but he knew he is not going to waste this golden opportunity.

(next chapter)

Remember how in Chapter 11, Frankenstein fell asleep, saw Dark Spear making up effigies of his loved ones to kill in his sight, and woke up with a start before 3rd Elder came back? Well, what do you know - 3rd Elder was actually at the scene before Frankenstein woke up, and now he knows about Frankenstein’s weakness. For next chapter, you’ll get to see 3rd Elder faced with a choice - stay tuned to find out what he will choose!