#Well that’s no Suprise have you seen the way you take threatening every men who said threaten *evil grin

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[ducavalentinos]

In the 3rd season of Borgia Faith & Fear, Della Rovere tells Lucrezia "of all the Borgias, I think you are the most dangerous", I find it funny bc I don't remember Lucrezia was being especially threatening to DR there. Do you think this phrase could be applied to Lucrezia? In which cases could she (always seen as tragic & passive)have been more "dangerous" or influential than the almighty Rodrigo and the energetic Cesare? Perhaps in things related to diplomacy and behind-the-scenes maneuvering?

Oh, this scene! it was a good one. And no, she wasn’t being especially threatening to DR there, not in an obvious, male way, which tends to be more overt, but she was kinda being it in a female way, which tends to be more covert, and which can be more dangerous at times because you don’t see it coming, and that I believe, was the point of the scene. DR clearly saw the threat in Rodrigo and Cesare, but he never saw it in Lucrezia, until that moment. That was when he realized that behind her mask of beauty, charm and piety, laid an very intelligent and diplomatic woman, who knew how to use her feminine charms to get what she wanted, and that indeed made her more dangerous than her male relatives, who in Fontana’s version, are uncharacteristically unstable, obvious in their plans, and openly and stupidly confrontational with their enemies. In this world, Della Rovere was used to that, but he wasn’t used to the tactics Lucrezia was employing there, so he was definitely like: hmmm, I need to be careful here, more than ever before djsdjdsjdsj. And yes, anon, I do think this phrase could be applied to historical Lucrezia, despite the insistence of Borgian scholars to keep fallaciously reducing her to a tragic, passive figure, who was only a victim of "patriarchy" and "the terrible, ambitious men" in her family, looool. Much like it happens with Cesare, Lucrezia's historical material, her actions, do not support the majority of the claims made about her and the overall presentation of her historical figure, on the contrary, it constantly heavily points towards different conclusions about her character, her life, and most of all: her family dynamics with her beloved father and brothers. I think it must be understood that Lucrezia seems to have had a preference for the incognito way of doing politics, and to not treat it as a lesser form of doing politics, because in truth, it is very wise, also. She was as intelligent, politically cunning, ambitious and pragmatic as her family, and other noblewomen of her times, but she does not seem to have wanted to broadcast that to the world, she doesn't seem to have had any desire to let others perceive her as a political player, perhaps because she was aware it brought more disadvantages than advantages, man or woman, once you were perceived by others as a political threat, it made you an easy target for violence, and it added an extra difficulty in making political moves without being noticed, (and the element of suprise, of secrecy, is one of the key factors of successsful policies or of achieving a certain political goal) Lucrezia witnessed that first hand, with Juan being murdered, Rodrigo and Cesare having various murder attempts to their person over the years they were in power, and with their every move constantly being watched, their words and actions scrutinized by their contemporaries. Lucrezia had no need for that, so the lack of records about her private life (even Gregorovius in the end admits nothing is known about her private life while she was in Rome) and of her political side does look like it was partly like her own doing. A deliberate effort into making herself as unnoticeable as possible where political affairs were concerned, simultaneously always taking great care in her appearance in public, from her dressings, to her hair, to her walk, to her speech. She always presented herself as the beautiful, graceful, fashionable, joyful, and pious daughter of the Pope. This presentation does contain a certain political tactic, or dissimulation to it, much like the one made by Cesare to Machiavelli, or Rodrigo to the Venetian orators and ambassadors, with his seemingly honest talk with them, like they were close friends, when that was far from being the case. And here's the thing: it is quite obvious this presentation worked to her advantage, according to the historical records, most people who met her, especially men, fell for it, (even her biographers to this day do) and they all appear to have never seen it past what she presented to them, in that way, she could,

and did, obtain what she wished from them: eulogies praising her virtues (a good and necessary PR the rest of her family should probably have paid as close attention to as she seems to have done tsc tsc), beautiful love poems, and of course valuable information and people who felt so attached to her person they were willing to help her in her political and romantic intrigues.

This all can be observed in various occasions during her lifetime: The writings of Ariosto and other intellectuals about her, the passionate love poems and letters of Bembo, the documented actions of both the Marquis of Mantua, and Ercole Strozzi concerning her. And we have the very interesting words of one of spies of Isabella d'Este, known as il Prete, whom she sent to Rome with the precise task of him learning every detail about Lucrezia, but when he met with her, he ended up disclosing more about his mistress to her than of actually learning anything significant about her, and in one of his reports to Isabella he says: "She[Lucrezia] is a lady of keen intelligence and perspicacity...” and in another one he writes: “one had to have one’s wits about one when speaking with her..." And as far as influence goes, there is certainly material indicating she did had a strong influence with her father, and it can only be speculated with her brothers, (although I think she did to a certain extent, I think it is undeniable that her contemporaries were aware she was the darling of the family, and to offend her in any way would immediately put them in disfavour with Rodrigo, Cesare and Juan, they spoiled her a lot, and were very protective of her) but it is noted Lucrezia was the constant recipient of petitions to Rodrigo, of various sorts, which implies they saw her as the best intermediary between them and the Pope, in order for them to get their wishes granted. Not Cesare, not Juan. So within the family, her influence can be supported by the evidence, and outside the family the evidence is way more limited, but considering all this, I don't think it would be far-fetched to say that not only it does seem she played a bigger role in the politics than it is usually conceded to her, but that she very well could have been more dangerous, more influential at times than Rodrigo and Cesare, only behind the scenes, as it really does appear to have been her MO. For all of the excellent diplomacy and political skills Rodrigo and Cesare had, they were still men, men at the front stage of power nonetheless, which caused other men to be more guarded in their presence, even if they felt dazzled by Cesare or Rodrigo's strong allure, however, with Lucrezia, I think it was a different story. She had the same mental and political capabilities they had, in fact, I'd argue there is much indicating she learned a lot from them, but all of that came under, was deliberately hidden by her, by the feminine cover, which both made these traits and her being perceived as a threat a lot harder, if not impossible, to detect. Which naturally, as seen above, prompted men, perhaps also women (although Isabella d'Este would not be included in this list jdsjdsj, for I think apart from her personal prejudices against Lucrezia and her family, she also recognized from the get-go the political shrewdness in Lucrezia since she was also a shrewed political woman herself), to lower their guards around her, and speak more freely, and here I believe, Lucrezia had a bigger room to be influential with them, engaging in diplomatic conversations, suggesting ideas about a particular political situation, asking something from them, and that being more well received than it would have been if it had been otherwise proposed or offered by her father and brother, and perhaps even her husbands.

[hazbinhoteltheories]

Heaven Are the Ultimate Main Villains            

Yup.

You read that right.

I think, and this is only a hypothesis, but the way Heaven is portrayed as killing demons in Hell due to overpopulation… it seems suspicious and sinister.  So, I believe by the final season, we will learn that Heaven (or God) is ultimately the main villain. 

Also, I’m a conspiracy nutcase so yeah. lo

How do you do, fellow conspiracy nut? 

If heaven and God turned out to be to be the main villains in Hazbin Hotel, I wouldn’t be in the least bit be suprised. Look what they send down to "solve" Hell’s overpopulation problem every year. These things are supposed to be angels and yet, they’re more threatening and dangerous than most of the demon's we’ve seen down there.  

I’ve gotten more and more open to the idea that heaven will turn out to be Charlie’s biggest problem when it comes to redeeming demons because it’s nothing like how she, or we, envision heaven to be like but instead, how the Westboro Baptist Church envision heaven to be like. Or other words, a hyper-dictatorial cult leaders wet dream, with a ridiculous set of standards, a cut-throat attitude regarding who gets in and who doesn’t where sins are not forgiven.To the point where I’m almost completely convinced this the direction the show will go. Because it brings up the topic of radical religious beliefs vs morden society and our own beliefs. Showing the negative aspects of religion if it’s followed to an extreme and how some teachings again, if followed to an extreme (not every everyone who’s religious agree with the likes of Westboro Baptist church, thank god) contradict with civil and human rights,  And again, those “angels” do not look like they were sent by a caring, all-loving god.

This went over my head at first, because everyone who had been confirmed to be LGBT+ at the time, except Charlie, all had an obvious reason as to why they were in hell. But quite a few people pointed out to me that being LQBT+ could be a reason why people are sent to hell in Hazbin’s Hotel’s universe because their heaven follows an extreme form of Christianity. That would explain the overpopulation problem on it’s own. But if in Hazbin’s world, people are sent to hell just for being gay, imagine how many other “sins” a person can be damned for? And don’t even get me started on if people were sent to hell for not following god or not believing in one specific religion, it would be raining people down there every single day.

I’m also starting to think, in Hazbin’s world, all sin is punished the same regardless of reason or circumstance because of characters like Husk and Tom Trench. 

Tom doesn’t seem to be that bad a guy, at least in comparison to everyone else. The worst thing he did in the pilot was be make a perverted comment similar to half of Angel Dust’s dialogue. Unless he’s a news reporter version of Harvey Winestien, which I doubt, the only thing I can think of that would have got him into hell was that he fought in a war. Tom’s design heavily indicates that he died in WWI. He probably had to kill, A LOT, when he was on the battlefield and that’s how I think ended up in hell. 

Same thing goes for Husk, to an extent. I’ve seen a lot of people talking about Husk being a confirmed war veteran. I haven’t found anything about it on the wikki or anything but it would make sense. Because was in his 70′s when he died in the 1970′s, Husk could have been the right age to be drafted in WWII. Husk is a bitter man, with a devil may care attitude and both a gambling and drinking problem. If heaven is a place casts people out for the most minor of “sins” the drinking and gambling would have sent him down anyway but if it didn’t, I think this would have. Unless Husk made a deal with Alastor when he was alive or something idk 😗

When fighting in a war, these men would have been in situations where they had no choice other to take peoples lives, but to heaven, that might not matter. They still killed people, so they were sent to hell with all the other murderers. Maybe even ignoring all the factors that made people feel they needed to go to war or join the military, or if they even had a choice, and only focus on the fact did. This could be only one example of heaven solely focusing on what people did instead of considering why they did it.

Condemed even for a reason might have been beyond a person’s control or damned for the smallest of reasons or things that shouldn’t ever be a reason. Either way, I really do think this is a concept the show could explore. Heaven could very well turn out to not be the utopia or the solution Charlie wants it to be.  

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[damn-stark]

Lost dragon finale

A/N- I know it’s long But i didn’t want to write another chapter... this is the final chapter I hoped you guys enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed writing it!! :)

Warning- none really

Episode- 8x06

Pairing- Podrick Payne

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We waited months to see Jon and Tyrion after they were inprisoned. All the lords and Lady’s of the great houses were gathered to discuss the fate of the inprisoned and the fate of Kingslanding. I loved reuniting with my cousin Arianne after not seeing her for years.

Greyworm came out and I noticed that only Tyrion was with him.

“Where’s Jon?” Sansa asked Greyworm also noticing that Jon was not brought like he was supposed to.

“He’s our prisoner.” Greyworm responded.

“So is lord Tyrion they were both to be brought to this gathering.”

“We will decide what to do with our prisoners. This is our city now.” Greyworm told Sansa bluntly. I just rolled my eyes.

“If you look outside the walls of your city you’ll see thousands of north man who will explain why harming Jon Snow is not in your interest.” Sansa threatened him but that didn’t cause him to react.

“Along with the golden company and dornish army.” Even If I didn’t see her I knew Sansa had a smirk on her face when I pitched in. Jon was also my brother even If I haven’t known him as long as they have he’s still my brother.

“And you will find a thousand of unsullied who believe that it is.” Greyworm said giving Sansa and me a glare.

“Some of you may be quick to forgive the ironborn are not. I swore to follow Daenerys Targaryen.”

“You swore to follow a tyrant.” Sansa said inturrpeting Yara. That comment that Sansa made did make me slightly mad. I knew what she did was a bad thing I know but she was still my family.

“She freed us from a tyrant. Cersei is gone because of her and Jon snow put a knife in her heart! Let the unsullied give him what he deserves.” Yara snapped.

“Say another word about killing my brother and I’ll cut your throat.” Arya threantend Yara finally shutting her up. Finally. Ser Davos tried to reason with Greyworm but it went how I expected. I knew Greyworm and the unsullied weren’t just get a piece of land and call it even, no. They want justice for Daenerys.

“Jon committed his crime here, his fate is for our king to decide... or our Queen.” Tyrion spoke out.

“We don’t have a king or queen.” One of the lords said.

“You’re the most powerful people in Westeros....choose one.” Tyrion told all of us.

“Make your choice then.” Greyworm said to us. I rested my hands on my very pregnant belly and looked around at all the us of gathered to see who was going to speak up first. It was quiet at first until a lord from riverrun spoke up but he was later told to sit down by Sansa. I wanted to laugh at the way she did that but I held it in not finding it quite appropriate for me to do so. I always did like the Starks and this was one of the reasons. Sam tried to tell us that we should let the people decide but that idea didn’t go well everyone didn’t take it seriously and we all laughed at it like it was some funny joke.

“Who then?” Ser Davos asked Tyrion after he had said that him being king was the worst idea because of who supported.

“I have had nothing to do but think these past few weeks about our bloody history. About the mistakes we’vemade.” Tyrion paused for a moment and slowly walked closer to all us. “What unites people, armies, gold, flags, stories there’s nothing in the world more powerful then a good story, nothing can stop it, no enemy can defeat it and who had a better story than Visenya the Beloved.” All eyes were on me now. I shifted in my seat. I was about to say something but I decided to let Tyrion finish.

“The girl who survived the sacking of kings landing. Went into hiding in Dorne because people wanted her dead. And that’s what everyone thought for so many years. She crossed the narrow sea, not to gain armies or to take over cities but to find the only family she thought she had left. And in that short time she accomplished a lot. She was loved by the people of Meereen not because of her name but because of her self. She helped those in need just like she did here. She fought for the north when she had no reason too. She could’ve taken a dragon and came here first but she wanted to fight by for what was right.....she’s saved me from people who have wanted to kill me when she had every reason to let them and or kill me herself..... she fought and fought... and she saved people because she didn’t want the people to suffer the same fate as her family once did. The people here think of her as a savior. The dragon princess who saved them from the dragon queen... she’s the very few of the Targaryens that people love.....who better to lead us to the future.” Tyrion explained.

I was lost for words I couldn’t speak. I looked over at Podrick who was right next to me. He only smiled and squeezed my hand.

“That is the wheel our Queen wanted to break.....from now on rulers will not be born they will be chosen on this spot by the lords and ladies of Westeros to serve the realm.....I know you don’t want it, i know you don’t care about power but I ask you now if we choose you will you wear the crown. Will you lead the seven kingdoms to the best of your abilities from this day until your last day.”

“I will.” I told Tyrion with a warm smile and tears in my eyes. I may not want the crown but it’s never about what we want is it.

“To Visenya of house Targaryen and Martell I say I.” Tyrion said. Arianne was the first one to say “I” followed by Gendry and sam and then the rest followed except for Sansa. She turned and looked over at me.

“I know we may not know eachother well but I do respect you not because we’re friends but because of what you’ve done you’ll be a great Queen but ten of thousand of north men fell in the Great War defending all of Westeros and those who survived have seen so much and fought to hard ever to kneel again. The north will remain an independent kingdom as it was for thousands of years.” Sansa told me. I nodded in agreement. Only because I heard how hard they have fought especially how hard she has fought for her home.

“All hail Visenya the Beloved first of her name, Queen of the Andals and first men, Lady of the six Kingdoms and protector of the realm.” Tyrion announced.

“All hail Visenya the Beloved!” The others then stood up and said at the same time. Tyrion bowed his head and then started to leave but before he did I stopped him.

“Lord Tyrion.” At the sound of his name he stopped and looked over at me. “You will be my hand.” I told him. I trust no one else beside him to be my hand.

“No your grace I don’t want it.”

“And I don’t want to be queen.”

“I don’t deserve it, i thought I was wise but I wasn’t I thought I knew was right but I didn’t. Chose Ser Davos choose anyone.”

“You cannot.” Greyworm said to me. I only furrowed my eyebrows.

“But I can.” I stated to him with a glare.

“This man is a criminal he deserves justice.”

“He just got it, he’s made many terrible mistakes, he’s going to spend the rest of life fixing them.”

“It is not enough.”

-

I stood further away from the docks where the stark siblings were both of us waiting for Jon to come out. I didn’t want to stand by them because it was going to be there own moment with their brother and I didn’t want to be in the way of that. When Jon finally came out he walked over to me he looked a little suprised on seeing me because last time we saw one another I didn’t even show and because he didn’t even know I was with child and now I was about to explode.

“Your grace.” He said while he took knee in front of me.

“Please Jon there’s no need for that.” I told him while I extended my hand to help him up. He took it and stood up.

“I’m sorry for what I did please forgive me.” He said with a deep frown. Even if he didn’t exactly say her name I knew he was talking about her.

“There’s nothing to forgive Jon.... I was going to do the same thing.” I told him with a frown. I looked over at the sea and then back to him. “You know that Greyworm and the rest of unsullied are leaving right? They’re never going to come back So that means you don’t really have to go.” I told him with a small smile. He chuckled slightly.

“It’s what’s right and plus I don’t want you to go into war if he found out.” He said sincerely. Even if I tried to argue with him to stay and not go to the wall I knew I wouldn’t win he was too stubborn.

“Well if you ever get tired of being up there then you’re welcome to come back anytime you want or even go to the north it is an independent kingdom after all.” I said. It got quiet for a couple seconds between the both of us.

“I know we didn’t know eachother long both as siblings or as friends but I’m glad I got to meet you.” He said to me with a small smile.

“I’m glad I know you too Jon... thank you for everything.” We then gave one another hug and when we broke apart he looked down at my belly.

“Take care of yourself and of your little one...write to me after it’s born.”

“I will.. bye Jon.”

“Bye Visenya.”

-

After being crowned I named Ser Brienne as the First Lady commander of the Queen’s guard in the six kingdoms. And she knighted Podrick after. I also named Bran stark master of whisperers. Some of the golden company stayed in Kingslanding but a lot of them stayed. And Harry Strickland became part of the queens guard.

Podrick and I also got married after I was crowned because we didn’t find it apprioate to get married before with everything going on. So that made him a Ser and a King which his friend Bronn teases him for. Before I was crowned though the baby was born. A girl. Rhae Targaryen . She had the prettiest brown eyes and dark hair. Podrick wanted to take my name instead of me have his, he said something about, after me hiding my name for so long that he didn’t want me to hide it no more.

My sigil instead of being three dragon heads is now a dragon around a sun with a spear in between it. Signifying my two houses.

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“Your grace.” The members of the small council said as I entered the room. I still find it weird that they call me that. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

“We seem to be missing a master of law.” I told them as I took seat on the far end of the table.

“Yes your grace a suitable prosepect will be brought to you for an audience in the coming weeks.” Tyrion responded.

“And drogon any word?” I asked.

“He was last spotted flying east towards vola—”

“The farther away the better.” Bronn inturrpted Sam.

“Perhaps I can find him due carry on.” Bran said and then he was taken out of the room.

“Ser Bronn of Blackwater, Lord of high garden, lord paramount of the reach and master of coin would you say that crowns debt to you has been payed?” Tyrion asked Bronn. I raised my eyebrow waiting for a response.

“At full my lord hand and your grace.”

“Good time to start incurring a new one. We have hungry people to feed can we expect some assitance in this regard?” I asked Bronn.

“Indeed we can.”

“Lord Davos we have an armada to rebuild ports to repair.” Tyrion said.

“ we have these projects will begin as soon as the master of coin and lofty titles provides funding.” Ser Davos said directing his comment to Bronn.

“The master of coin looks forward to helping the master of ships but first he has to ensure we’re not wasting coin or soon there won’t be no more coin.”

“Anymore.” Lord Davos corrected Bronn.

“You master of grammar now too.” Bronn responded causing me to laugh a bit.

“Grand maester it is my theory that on my years of work on Castrly rock sewers that clean water takes lead healthier population.” Tyrion told Sam.

“The archmaester has done some research on this subject and it turns out—.”

“The strong live and the weak don’t.” Bronn said not letting sam finish.

“Find the best builders and set them to the task.” Tyrion said.

“Master of war how are we doing on rebuilding our army?” I asked looking over at Daario. I didn’t trust anyone else beside Daario to be master of war. He was commander of the second sons and he’s a great fighter. He was loyal to Daenerys and even if he was devastated by the news he still thought it would be honor to serve by my side.

“We’re getting there I brought some of the second sons here so that means that they’re joining and some of the golden company have joined too we’re still working to add more soilders. We will train them hard so they can be the best army.”

“Good.”

“Speaking of builders all the best brothels burned down the master of coin is willing to fund reconstruction.” Bronn said.

“The arch maester is less than enthusiastic about the salutary affect of brothels.”

“I imagine he isn’t using them properly.”

“I think we can all take agree ships take precedence over brothels.”

“I think that’s a very presumptions statement.”

“I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.”

“Oo you never did finish that joke.”

—

Visenya ruled gracefully and well over the span of ten years until she stepped down from the throne and went back to Sunspear with her husband Podrick. Where they enjoyed their time in the water gardens and everything Dorne had to offer. They ended up having five more kids over the span of those ten years. They both lived very happy lives togther the knight and the princess. She got what she always wanted. A family of her own filled with love. She got what her parents didn’t have. She got love. In her life she thought she was lost with nowhere to go. If she wanted to seek revenge or if she wanted fire and blood. She didn’t know what she wanted or where to go.... but she later figured out that she didn’t want revenge or a fight no. She was never lost she was always where she needed to be.

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[chelleaslin]

Marichat May 2019 Day 2- Greek AU

The moon light shown down brightly over the land as a young maiden sprinted across a field, away from her home. Her silky black hair was tight back hidden under a hood as she desperately tried to keep to the shadows, unseen. This was a normal routine for Marinette, every night once her parents had fallen asleep, she would sneak out and travel a short distance across the land to an abandoned temple of the Goddess Artemis, The goddess of the hunt. Although many men that Marinette knew didn’t worship such a broad and “unfemine” women, she was Marinette’s favourite god.

Marinette was just shy of 16, but she was a women now and she knew that her Father was already seeking a suitor for her. She didn’t want to many a stranger, expecially at her age, but it was tradition, expecially in such a poor and sonless family as her own. Her Mother didn’t approve of her loyalties to Artemis, she warned her daughter of the consequences if she acted out based on the fantasy that filled her head. Marinette promised her Mother she wouldn’t dishonner her family and would be a promsising bride for any suitor, the words tasted like poison in her mouth.

It had been 2 months since that day and she has snuck out every night to worship and train in the temple. It wasn’t proper for a women to fight, let alone wield a weapon but she’d be damned if she was going to be sold to a man without knowing how to protect herself.

She arrived at the temple, climbing over the rumble and through a gap in the damaged structure. It was pitch black inside, she navigated her way through the darkness by touch, locating a lamp she keep hidden away, she placed it on a stable piece of stone and lit it. The old temple was basked in a soft glow, it wasn’t the perfect setting for her training but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Marinette got to work right away, lift stone in an attempt to strengthening her muscles. She did this almost every night, alone with different excerises. It wasn’t much in a away of training but it was more then any other women in her village would get, even though her training would end soon.

Marinette faltered dropping the stone of the ground with a loud thud, she jumped slightly at the noise, holding her breath and waiting to see if someone had noticed. After a few minutes of silences, she relaxed and sat down as tears welled up in her eyes.

She had over heard her parents talking this morning, they have found her a suitor. She knew how these things worked, there wouldn’t be a first date or a even a chance to meet her soon to be husband. Instead her parents would be paid and she would to be wed to him as soon as possible.

“I guess, I can’t complain.” She started to talk out loud. “I snuck out here every night without a single soul noticing-“

“Actually, although it’s debatable if I have a soul or not, I have most definitely noticed.” A male voice called out. A scream of terror left Marinette’s lips as she sprung to her feet and wildly looked around her. Although the room did have a light source it was weak and casted many shadows in it’s wake.

“Who’s there?” She tried to call out bravely but the slight break in her words gave her fear away.

“No one special, Marinette.” The unknown man called back. Marinette’s veins ran ice cold as the man addressed her by her first name. She didn’t recognise his voice at all so she was certain it was someone she didn’t know, but they seemed to know her. Panic ran through her mind as a horrible thought appeared in her mind, what if it was her husband to be?

Her thoughts were disrupted as a dark figure started to emgurge from the shadows. She squinted her blue eyes in an attempt to recognise the intruder but it was too dark.

“I-I can’t see you.” She called out.

The firgure froze up a little before relaxing again.

“It may be best that way.” He called back out, as he circled Marinette around the room, always keeping to the shadows.

Marinette huffed a little in irritation, sick of this strangers games.

“Reveal yourself now!” She confidently called out, trying to stand in a threatening manner.

A board sigh could be heard from the figure before he started to speak again.

“If you insist.”

With that he started to walk into the warm light of the lamp.

Marinette didn’t notice anything out of the normal at first, He was a tall blonde boy, around her age, he was wearing some black fur garment and- Wait! Marinette froze as her blue eyes truely took him in.

He wasn’t wearing a black fur garment, he wasn’t wearing anything but a loin cloth. The thick patches of dark fur were actually apart of him, her eyes widen as she saw something moving behind him, was that a tail?

“Behold.” The beast snickered as it held its fur covered arms out and took a bow. As his blonde haired head dipped, Marinette noticed a pair of fuzzy black ears upon it.

“What are you?” Marinette gasped, her body struck by fear. “You’re a beast!” She cried out, taking multiple steps back. She was in such a rush that she didn’t bother looking where she was going and ended up tripping over some rumble.

The beast-man’s face dropped, his ears sagging, he looked really upset. Something about the expression on his face oddly made Marinette regret her choice of words, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.

Suddenly the creatures cat-like eyes went blank and his face became unreadable. After a few seconds a smirk found its way to his lips, baring a small fang at her.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your hero’s son.” He chuckled, “Is it now?”

Marinettes eyes widen as she looked past him and up at the Artemis statue that sat proudly in the ruins of her temple. She eyed the creature in front of her before shaking her head.

“You are no Demi-God!” She spat, “let alone a son of Artemis, everyone knows she never married.”

The creature didn’t falter the slightest at her yelling, his grin only widened.

“No one said you had to marry to bear a child.”

Marinette growled at him in frustration, he ony laughed at that and sat on the floor.

“She was a virgin, she didn’t have children.”

The beast, the looked a lot like a cat she realised, just clicked his tongue at her and shook his head.

“Why is it that all anyone cares about theses days are if a women is pure or not?” He sighed sadly. Marinette was taken back at that. She didn’t care, that was her whole point in sneaking out here every night. This was her freedom away from her parents and those alike, that cared about her marriage and purity! And here she was arguing with something inhumane about if her Godess was a virgin.

“I-I don’t..” She stuttered, having been caught out. The creatures grin ony grew at her inability to defend her actions.

“Anyway, no harm done.” The creature spoke up again, “Names Chat, well it was Adrien, but Chat will do just fine.”

Marinette’s fear was long gone at this point, now she was just confused. Chat laid back on the ground with his hands folded behind his head, like he was laying on the most comfortable bed and not a stone floor.

“Anyway, here’s the deal”

Marinette gulped, not looking forward to making deals with any demons.

“I’ve seen you sneak out to this run down, old temple every night without fail for the last 2 months.” The catboy hummed out as he stretched, his causal posture was making Marinette feel slightly at ease. Which was odd since he was confessing to spying on her. “You come here and happily move rocks around and practice fighting, its impressive that thoses baker parents of yours haven’t noticed your muscle gain yet.” He eyed her slightly toned arms, with a feral look in his eyes.

“Your point is?” The young maiden snapped, feeling hot under his gaze.

“You always look so happy doing it.. tonight you didn’t.” He trailed off, his ears sagging downwards again.

“Wait!” Marinette gasped as realisation struck her. “Are you worried about me?”

She was suprised to see the cats eyes widened as a heavy blush crossed his cheeks.

“N-no I just, um.. curious is all, because I-I’m a cat.” He stuttered out, Marinette found herself laughing at his poor attempt to convince her otherwise. She gave him a wide grin that made him blush more as she sat down next to him. He jumped slightly, he didn’t expect her to let her guard down so easily.

“If you must know, I over heard my Father tell my Mother that they have found a suitor that wants to marry me.” She sighed sadly. She jumped when the feline next to her growled low and feral. She whipped her head around to face him,he looked rather sheepish and embarrassed, Marinette assumed that he didn’t mean to do that.

“You won’t marry him though right?” The cat asked, his eyes wide.

“You say that like I have choice.” She chuckled darkly. The creature, Chat, didn’t say anything she turned towards him to see him gazing at her questionally. “This man, he’s going to pay for my hand.” She explained, confused that he didn’t expect this.

Chat felt a horrible ache in his chest at the thought of some strange man, taking Marinette away. The young man had been watching the human girl for quite sometime, long before she started to sneak out of her parents bakery. He feared that he may have accidentally falling in love with her during this time, dispite this being the first time they have spoken.

“You can’t!” He cried out, the girl next to him jumped slightly.

“I don’t have a choice.”

“Then run away!”

Marinette laughed a humourless laugh once again.

“A young, unwed women out in the world alone? That would be a death wish.”

Chat hung his head, she was right.

“I’ll go with you!”

The girl turned towards him with wide eyes. A light blush covered her cheeks, she quickly turned her head away from him but he had already seen it.

“My parents need the money.”

“I’ll give it too them.”

Marinette turnned around at that.

“What?”

“I have a small collection of gold and jewels. I’ll give it all to your parents if you run away with me.”

Marinette was silent as she contemplated her options. She didn’t want to marry a stranger, someone that would only lust over her and never truely love her. She also wanted to leave home, she loved her parents dearly but she knew in her heart that the would rather have had a son.

She glanced at Chat, who was nervously playing with his clawed hands. She had just meet this man, a monster at that but she wasn’t afraid of him. Yes, he was a beast but he treated her more like a human than anyone has ever in her entire life. She didn’t know him well enough to fully trust him but she at least trusted his intentions. She didn’t think he was take advantage of her in anyway, maybe she should go with him.

“I’ll do it.” She found herself saying. Chat jumped in surprise at her answer, a wide grin stretching across her features. “But keep your treasure.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” She nodded.

“When do you want to leave? Where do you want to go?” He asked excitedly, Marinette giggled at his eagerness.

“We’ll leave tomorrow night, let’s stay here tonight under the protection of Artemis for tonight. I want to enjoy my freedom.” The girl them laid down on the floor near Chat, looking up at a crack in the ceiling. She could just make out the night sky though it, it made her smile.

“Thank you.” Chat suddenly whispered. “I’ve never had a companion before.”

Marinettes heart started to beat wildly at his words, what was this feeling? She briefly thought.

“You can call me your friend, Chat.” She giggled, “you are the one who gave me my freedom.”

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Suprise Part 3

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, bombs, fluff

Word count: 3,756

Y/N = your name

E/C = eye color

Summary: Bucky finds out one of his old gal friends is in town and was invited to hang out. But reader has a bad history with her since she too loved Bucky so she wants to come along, but Bucky doesn’t think that it is a good idea. This leads to an argument that doesn’t end with tears of happiness.

Part one  Part two

Justice has been served to you on a silver platter. Bon Appetit!

“Bucky! Bucky, wake up!” Steve couldn’t believe this. Bucky’s nightmares had come back, but they weren’t about him being back at Hydra headquarters…They were about Y/N. And it was always the same thing, Y/N walking out of the door, Bucky trying to stop her, but he can’t move. Or her coming back with his son or daughter and them resenting him for what he did to Y/N. Bucky said they would say things like, “Maybe if you hadn’t told mom you didn’t love her anymore you could’ve seen my first steps, or heard my first words” or “I got married Dad and you weren’t there to walk me down the aisle”.

These dreams were killing Bucky slowly, and all Steve could do was stand by and watch his best friend be consumed by his fears once again. Of course Steve had thought that his friend was stupid for leaving things the way he did, but he thought that they would work it out. Y/N has been gone for five months now, god knows where she is but Bucky has barely been able to sleep, eat, or even talk. He had been looking for Y/N every day, trying to figure out where she’d gone, to no avail. Steve would have to be the one to tell Bucky that it was time to call it quits, sometimes he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Steve also had to make sure that Bucky showered regularly, sometimes he would have to stay in the bathroom with him with his face to the door just to make sure Bucky was actually cleaning himself. The whole team (not including Wanda or Natasha since they’re still pissed at Bucky for what happened) has been trying to cheer him up, trying to get him back into missions with them, or even a simple movie night, but nothing worked.

A girl had come to the tower one day, nobody quite knew who she was but Natasha knew quite well who she was, and had her in a chokehold before she even made it to the elevator. Once the team had found and separated them, she had explained that her name was Claire and she was a “special” friend of Bucky’s. Now knowing her name, Wanda’s fist immediately collided with Claire’s jaw. The second blow from Wanda went straight to Claire’s nose, causing her to fly back and hit one of the various glass windows. Natasha was about to straddle her again, but Clint quickly grabbed her waist pulling her away, as Vision did the same to Wanda. Knowing that Clint and Vision wouldn’t be able to hold them both down for long, Tony had sent her out of the tower with a warning that if she ever showed her face at the tower again that they will put no effort into stopping Natasha, or Wanda, from tearing out her limbs. Once she left the tower Nat had told Steve who she was. Now he wished that he could’ve got a punch out of it too. But knowing that at least a punch could fracture her skull, Steve decided to put that idea in the back of his brain…and probably save it if she ever decides to return.

Bucky had come out of his room for the first time this week to see what all of the commotion was. Once the elevator opened on the first floor of the gigantic tower, Bucky stepped out. “What’s going on?” Everyone’s attention had turned towards him, and they had noticed that he had taken a shower, and shaved his long beard. He ignored their wide eyes and agape mouths as he took notice of Wanda’s red knuckles, and Natasha’s riled up hair. “And what the hell happened to you two?” Quirking an eyebrow, he walked forward to stand in between Steve and Sam.

“Hm, I don’t know, Bucky. Why don’t you tell us why that little rat Claire came to the tower just now?” Wanda spat while making her way to the fridge to find some ice to put on her red throbbing knuckles.

“Claire? I didn’t ask her to come here if that’s what you’re implying.” The mention of Claire’s name made his stomach clench. He couldn’t care less to know why she was here, and why would he? Now being able to fully obtain what he did wrong, he knew that what Claire meant to him was nothing compared to what he felt for Y/N. Now he felt like throwing up but dismissed the urge as Steve walked up to him. 

“No one is implying anything Buck. Wanda is still running on adrenaline is all.” Steve gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, as a way of saying “don’t take it to the heart”.

“Well, considering how beat up Wanda’s knuckles are, I know she’ll never come back.” That made him feel a little better to know that he would never see Claire’s face again. And kind of suprised to know that Wanda did all of the damage instead of Nat. But then he also knew that Nat and Wanda didn’t do it for him, they were just getting revenge for what she did to Y/N.

“Oh now you suddenly don’t care for ‘Carol’, was it? By the way, Barnes, have you found where Y/N is yet? Because boy do I have a story to tell her,” Natasha said in a bitter tone.

Steve again put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder, but he shook it off. ”What about you, Romanoff? Last I checked you’re still looking for Banner, can’t be too hard to find a giant green monster, am I right?” Natasha was walking towards Bucky now, eyes full of animosity, fists clenched, and as she was about to land her jab, F.R.I.D.A.Y had come on the intercom.

“Mr. Stark you might want to check the news.”

Tony had went over to the flat screen TV in one of the nearest rooms across the hall, and quickly turned on the News. There was a female news reporter, covered in black ash with a slight cut on the top of her head.

“This is Serena Fern reporting live from Lansing, Michigan where I have just witnessed a bombing just near the ‘Re olds Transportation Museum’. There’re many fatalities and no word on how many have died. The group who have caused this monstrosity have been identified as members of Hydra. Once they activated the bomb, they had fled to the museum holding exactly forty six people captive. We have only been able to identify very few, but here is some footage that one of the captives was able to take. This video may be disturbing to others so viewer discretion is advised.”

The video that had replaced the reporter was absolutely horrifying. About sixty Hydra men surrounding hostages that were sitting on the floor with their heads down, some shaking uncontrollably from fear. The person holding the camera started to move it throughout the room showing more than five people in a line with bloodied up faces, and hands tied behind their back taking in multiple strikes from one of the Hydra agents. One face had caught Bucky’s eye though, in the corner of the room crying crouched down, was a woman with a hand on her stomach. Bucky’s face went white and the nausea had returned. It was Y/N.  “It’s Y/N! God no this can’t be happening! What are you all standing around for! Suit up!”

‘Just hang in there a little longer love, we’ll be safe I promise.’ You thought to yourself as you held your now watermelon sized stomach. All you wanted was a nice day in the museum to relax, and read, but plans quickly changed when you heard an explosion. Then not even fifteen seconds later you heard multiple gunshots, and men yelling at everyone to get down on the floor, and put their hands behind their head. It all happened so fast, about sixty men of these men swarmed in, all armed with heavy duty guns. Some started to scream in German, and fired more bullets. You quickly, yet carefully got onto the floor, and did as they asked not wanting to put your unborn baby’s life in danger. 

There were some people who didn’t listen to what these men were saying, and were taken to the middle of the crowd. They made them get on their knees and tied their hands behind their back. You had seen the red badge on their suits and immediately recognized it. They were Hydra, your heart sunk, your breathing became erratic. If these men were as dangerous as Bucky had told her, then god knows what they’ll do to us. The men all started to take turns punching those who disobeyed their orders. You couldn’t watch, all you could do was hear the sounds of your crying mixed with others. 

All of the sudden you felt something pop, and a wet spot formed around the floor completely soaking your jeans. ‘No! No! Not right now, why now?!’ You were not due until another five weeks! Then the shock diminished and the pain started to kick in. You started to groan and kick your legs as you felt your pain grow. Others had took notice of what was happening, but were too afraid to move toward you. But an old woman behind you took a hold of your hand, and gave it a squeeze.

“Hi hun, I’m Mable, just keep taking deep breaths you’ll be fine.” She spoke in a low whisper you could barely hear. But gave you a reassuring smile, and you squeezed her hand back as thanks, and followed her orders. “That’s it hun, you’re doing amazing.”

Oh god how you wished Bucky was here, you weren’t supposed to give birth like this. You imagined giving birth in the hospital with Bucky by your side, not in a museum with Hydra assassins threatening to kill whatever blinked.  What if you didn’t make it out alive? No you couldn’t think like that, you had to stay strong. The pain continued to worsen, and you let out a shaky breath, then inhaled another lung full of air again. One of the assassin’s eyes landed right on yours and made his way to wear you were seating. You put your head down trying not to show the immense pain you were in. He pulled your hair up roughly so you looked right at him.

“Oh, tsk tsk look at zee mess you’ve made.” A smirk played on his lips as he continued to taunt you. “How about when zis baby is born, I take it to headquarters. Oh my boss would be z’rilled to have another experiment. Как ты думаешь, Деймен, не хотел бы, чтобы босс не был благодарен?(What do you think Damen, would our boss not be grateful?)” He shouted to the other man across the room, and he gave him a nod and laughed.

You spat in his face. “Go to hell.” He slapped you hard across the face causing you to fall to your side. Mable had got up and tried to help you, but was violently hit in the back of the head with the back of his gun. She yelped and fell to the ground unconscious. 

“Apologize!” He screeched, face red with fury.

“Over my dead body.” You spat back, tears were threatening to spill at any moment but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Oh that could be arranged.” He pulled out his gun and aimed it right at you.

As if almost on cue the windows shattered, and you could hear multiple gunshots being sent back and forth throughout the massive room. You could hear the assassins screaming.

“It’s zee Avengers!”

This made your heart skip a beat. You cautiously looked around hoping to see the face that you’ve been wanting to see for the past five months. The man who stole your heart, who gave you love, the man who broke you. And there he was, his metal arm making it easier to spot him, fighting right next to Sam trying to take down as many assassins as they could. His ocean blue eyes spotted yours, and he started to move at an even faster pace in your direction. When he finally reached you, he picked you up, and whispered “I am so sorry doll”, and made his way to try and get out of there as soon as possible.

“No, Bucky the others are still in there, we can’t leave them!” You tried to tell him but he just kept on running.

“I have to get you and our baby safe, your safety is my mission right now! Steve and the rest have everything controlled.” Bucky didn’t even bother to look anywhere else as he got out of the museum took one of the police cars, put you in the back seat, and drove off.

“Bucky where are we going? I’m in labor right now you know!” Bucky quickly slammed on the brakes, and turned to look at you.

“Are you serious!? Right now?! Can’t you hold it?!” Bucky would be happy later, but the nearest hospital was ten blocks away. He slammed on the gas again.

“Did you really just ask me that Bucky!?” You tried to reach out and smack him for asking you such a stupid question, but the pain in your stomach caused you to keep your hand pressed against it. He was at least going at ninety miles per hour. But Bucky crashing was the least of your problems, this baby wanted out. You started clenching as hard as you could on the leather cushions, while trying not to scream to loud. You had finally made it to the hospital in one piece, and Bucky got out of the car carefully picked you up again, and sprinted you inside.

“She needs a doctor! She’s giving birth!”

“BUCKY COULD YOU MAYBE NOT SCREAM IN MY EAR!”  Bucky flinched at your sudden outburst, but quickly turned his attention toward the doctors and nurses that were running towards you and Bucky with a gurney, and he set you down on it.

“Don’t mind her sir it’s a normal part of transition.” She turned back her attention to you as they ran you along the hallway trying to find you an open room. “Hey trooper you’re doing absolutely amazing, just keep up with your deep breathes.” Of course she would say the same thing as Mable did, but this was their job so you once again listened to her orders. 

You knew that the contractions would be painful but every time when it would stop, they would come back even stronger. They finally found you and room and rushed to remove your jeans, and undergarments so they can begin. Bucky was holding your hand the whole way never letting go, even though you were probably squeezing the life out of his flesh hand. 

“Doctor her cervix is already dilated by 8 centimeter’s.”  The doctor nodded, finished putting on his gloves, mask, and looked at you. “Now Y/N I know it hurts, but you’re going to need to start pushing.” You gave him a nod and pushed, the pain was excruciating.

“You’re doing great doll.” Bucky leaned over kissed your forehead, and gave your hand a small squeeze.

“But it hurts so much Bucky!” You cried out as you gave another push.

“I know baby, just keep on trying.” 

“How would you know! You’re not the one with a baby coming out of your-Ow!” Now that push really hit you, you tried to hold back from screaming to loud but that third push set you off. Sweat was pouring down your head, and the nurse wiped it off. The doctor told you that he could already see the baby crowning, and you only needed to push a few more times. Then after those last four agonizing pushes, everything went still. Almost peaceful, as you felt the pain slowly sever. Then you heard the most beautiful cry, your baby’s cry. You quickly looked up to see your beautiful baby. 

“Congratulations, it’s a girl.”

Bucky was crying as he went over to your little girl and looked at you asking for permission. You nodded, and the doctor gave Bucky the scissors to cut the umbilical cord. Once cut the nurse put her into a pink towel, and gave her to Bucky. He looked so happy holding his little girl, and carefully headed over to put her in your arms. He slowly bent over the bed and handed you your baby. She had Bucky’s eyes, and your hair. God she had so much hair you could probably braid it. She stopped crying as you held her small, fragile body. You started to cry again as Bucky sat next to you and kissed your forehead, and said a slow ‘I love you’. 

“I’ll leave you two alone for a bit, and let you settle on names.” The doctor left with a smile on his face as he watched you and Bucky stare in complete awe at your beautiful creation.

Words couldn’t describe your happiness. But you and Bucky did need to settle on a name for her. “Well I had no idea what gender the baby was going to be so I didn’t think of any names.” Bucky gave you a confused look and started laughing.

“How did you not know our baby’s gender?”

“Hush, I wanted it to be a surprise!” Bucky chuckled once more then looked up at you, and gazed into your E/C eyes for a second before speaking.

“You can choose the first name, I’ll choose the middle?”

You nodded and started to think of what you should name your first daughter. Then it hit you. “What about Arista…” He gave a wide smile, and nodded.

“Arista Brissaih Barnes. It is.”

You smiled at the thought of him using his last name. You both agreed, and told the doctor. The nurses soon came in and took Arista to go and get her cleaned. You and Bucky sat there for a while, contemplating on what to say.

“Listen Bucky-” He put a hand up to silence you.

“No Y/N you don’t have to, this was all my fault. You were right, she kissed me and I did nothing about it. I should’ve walked out right when it happened, but like an idiot I stayed. I lost your trust that day, and I walked out on you instead of settling things. I should’ve listened to you and not went at all. Because now I screwed everything up. I am nothing without you doll.  Living without you almost killed me. If it weren’t for Steve and the other’s…who knows what would’ve happened. I know that I abandoned you and our baby, and I’ll regret it for as long as I live. When I saw you in the video on the news, I didn’t know what to think. All I knew is that I needed to get to you fast. I thought I would be too late, that you would be out of my life again. The thought that you were there alone with nobody to hold you, and tell you everything is going to be okay, it burned an even bigger hole in my heart. I wanted to let you know that I do love you. I love you so much, I love it when you snort as the dumbest jokes, I love when you always put others before yourself. I love it when you get into you books, because I can look at you all I want without you noticing. I love when I wake up because you were snoring, and you deny it even though you know I’m right. I am madly and deeply love you Y/N.  You have possessed me body and soul. And if you are willing to forgive me-“

Bucky didn’t finish his sentence as you grabbed his face, and crashed your lips against his. It was so sudden that it took Bucky a second to respond, but he started to melt into the kiss. Mouths moving together in perfect harmony, his lips molding into yours perfectly. This kiss was different than the others, it was mixed with need, happiness, and love. You missed him so much, these five months have been tormenting. There were days where you wanted to not eat, sleep, or drink, but you knew that you were going to be a mother now and couldn’t take any risks. But now you having Bucky back it made all of your heartache go away. You slowly pulled away from the blissful kiss, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you too. Of course I forgive you.” He let out a sigh of relief and smiled, with tears streaming down his face. He was leaning in to give you another kiss, but the nurse walked in with Arista in her arms. She gave her to you and said that you both had visitors. She pulls the curtain to the side, and there they were looking as if though they have just been caught stealing cookies from the kitchen. 

“Look Y/N, it’s ‘zee’ Avengers.” Bucky said trying to hold back his laughter.

“Hey guys nice to see you too, how much did you hear?” You asked as you raised your eyebrows waiting for a response.

“Enough. And Bucky did you seriously quote Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice?” Steve asked as he crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow at Bucky.

“I knew I heard that from somewhere!” Sam screamed, and the whole room shushed him gesturing to the sleeping baby. “O yeah...sorry.” He said flushed with embarrassment.

They all rushed into the room, almost toppling over eachother, and managed to all give you hugs and kisses without disturbing the baby. Natasha and Wanda made their way over to the side of your bed and asked if they could hold Arista, which you happily said yes to. You had all told them her name and they all loved it of course. And Tony said that her initials spell out ‘ABB’, so that’s Tony’s new nickname for her. They all stayed overnight, wanting nothing more then to catch up with you, and spend time with their new niece. Bucky looked over at you and smiled.

“Are you ready to come home?”

You looked at Arista, then at everyone else. They are your family, and you missed the hell out of them. So you turned back to Bucky, smiled, and took a hold of his hand.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Thank you everyone for being so patient with me! I know the last chapter was short so I made this one extra long for you guys!!! Your support means everything to me, and I couldn’t have asked for any better fans! I hope you liked this chapter! Only one more to go!! Feedback is always amazing! <3

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