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imawreck · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: Finally, the Avengers get wind of an upcoming attack from Hydra, and they all scramble to prepare for it in order to get Max back.

Author’s Note: Hey! Hope you’re all doing well! Just want you to know, we’re getting closer to catching up to where I’m currently writing on the story. I also have some ideas for this story’s future, or perhaps a second part to this series (once I finish it) where Max intervenes in the series Falcon and the Winter Soldier. If you have any interest in that, just comment!

Warnings: nudity, most warnings from the last chapter, suicidal thoughts (read with caution please), branding

Word Count: 4,177

Steve-

Twenty-seven reported murders in a month. That didn't include Pietro Maximoff. Twenty-seven people dead with no leads, no prints, no evidence. All of which were people in high power who were replaced almost as fast as they had gone. There were no connections and no leads. Tony watched the news every morning and listened to the police chase their tails over this 'Serial Murderer'.

We all knew who it was. There just weren't any leads for us to figure out who she'd kill next.

The realization that Max was being used the way the Winter Soldier was had broken Bucky. He never left his room during the day. He had completely isolated himself.

Wanda... She had stuck to staying in her room and only coming out for plates of food to take back with her. No one wanted to stop her.

The team was in shambles. I wasn't even sure we could really be called a team anymore. The missions we went on hardly did anything worthwhile, and those were few and far between. Tony had alerted the authorities about the situation at hand but since there wasn't any evidence or leads, there was nothing they could do.

We were sitting ducks.

That was, until Wanda stormed into the commons room with wild eyes. "I know where she will be hitting next."

"What? How?" I stood from the couch, "That's impossible."

Wanda pursed her lips, "I was upset after... after everything, and my powers got the better of me and it just happened."

"What just ‘happened’?" I met her in the middle of the commons area, searching her face. "You aren't making any sense."

Her fingers ran through her ratty red hair as she looked wildly around the room. "I heard them. I heard her name, Ghost, and I heard his thoughts. He said that they were going to be hitting s-some sort of, like, safehouse or something. A government building in the states. They are going to send her there tonight to destroy it."

I shook my head, taking it all in. "Do you know the exact location?"

"No, but I saw an image in his mind on a map. I can find it."

I nodded, "Go to Tony. Now. Tell him what you told me and make sure not to leave anything else out. And Wanda?"

She had started toward the elevator and stopped short, "Yes?"

"Your powers, you sure it just happened? You weren't trying to do anything?" I knew she was lying. I had seen it in her eyes the minute she walked through and said it.

"Yes. I was upset and it just happened." Wanda held my gaze and didn't waver a bit.

I sent her off with a nod. Even if she was lying, it was a lead. We couldn't risk not looking into it. I just hoped that Tony would have enough to convince the Feds to let us hunker down and try and catch her in the act.

_____

Max-

A pile of stale, bland porridge sat on the floor in front of me.

I hadn't touched it, couldn't. Not with the harrowing images still clinging to mind. Simply staring at it for too long made bile rise in my throat.

I had been stripped naked after Giles had gone. I was left to fend off the cold with nothing more than my own skin. Which wasn't working very well at all. My fingers had long since turned blue and gone numb. I didn't know why, perhaps it was another form of torture or simply to take what little dignity I had left.

My weakened body had adopted a tremble in order to generate even the smallest amount of heat. I didn't want to acknowledge that it didn't leave me even when I was allowed into the heat. Still as death, I remained laid on the floor with my eyes open. Maybe if I wished hard enough, I would just pass on. Maybe death would be better than this. There wasn't anything or anyone waiting for me if the miracle of escape happened, it wasn't like anyone would miss me.

A flash of Bucky and Natasha kissing in his room swept through my mind and the sting of tears met my eyes. Not even he would be waiting for me.

I curled my arms tighter around myself as the sound of boots echoed through the crack under the door, a dozen at least. No one had been sent to move me since Giles used the scepter, so they had probably already moved me while I was out. So, I waited, trying and failing to prepare myself for whatever would walk through that door next.

I was not prepared for Rumlow and his seeping ego to sling open the steel door with a dozen goons on his heal.

I stared at him, taking note of the suit he wore and his polished shoes. And that awful gaze scouring over every inch of exposed skin bared to him. "My eyes are over here, dipshit."

A laugh rattled across the walls, "Even all weak, you've still got a mouth on you, huh?"

"I still bite, too." I gnashed my teeth at him to punctuate my point.

Rumlow sighed, a smile curling onto his scruffy face. "Are you not surprised to see me here, of all places?"

I made a point to furrow my brows, pretending to think on it. "No, not really. Sleazeball men are right on brand for Hydra." I grinned wickedly at him, "You fit the bill to a tee."

His smile left, and I savored it, however small a victory it was. "You should learn to shut your mouth, bitch."

"Can't teach an old dog new tricks, didn't you know?" I sat up, folding my legs in such a way to preserve as much of myself from him as I could.

A feral kind of rage flickered in his eyes. "I came to give you a gift."

Gifts and Hydra definitely don't go well together, and my history with Hydra's 'gifts' weren't exactly pleasant. I chose to just stare at him, waiting for him to do something.

"What, no sarcastic remark? No questions? I've been working with your beloved Avengers. Don't you want to know how they're doing?" He crossed his arms as if he'd won something, the cocky asshole.

"I'd just be wasting precious air." I gave him a tight smile, "Conversation with brick walls aren't very productive."

The men waiting behind him coughed and teetered on their toes. It did nothing but irritate him further. "Haul her out."

They moved right on his words, swinging the cell door open and gripping my arms to drag me out. I screamed at them, thrashed as much as I could and knocking a few of them off, but I was weak. Very weak. After nearly five minutes of fighting against their insistent pulling I was spent. My knees buckled and hit the cement with a painful thud.

My heart pounded in my ears and my vision went foggy as I tried to catch my breath. The itching in my veins thrummed back to life and wriggled in the back of my mind once more. I felt, more than saw, them drag me through several halls. We turned a few times, but my head was pounding too hard for me to pay too much attention to it. The men constricting my arms finally slammed me onto a metal table where they strapped me down.

I was unwillingly restrained and exposed. And pissed. "What could you possibly want from me? Haven't you taken enough?"

Rumlow's lips curled, "Darling, as long as you're breathing, we still have much more to take." I jerked at the straps keeping me in place, but it only served to spur his joy. "You know, I really wanted to dance with you a little longer that night. You remember, don't you? You looked so delicious in that little dress."

I could only watch as he picked something off the table one of the doctors had rolled up. I felt the air shift along my bare legs as one of the few people bustling around the room in white coats threw a thin sheet over my lower half. I silently thanked them for the scrap of fabric.

"But you had to go and call me names for asking a pretty lady like yourself if you were screwing that barbarian." Rumlow's words were low and violent. "I just wanted to have a good time, you see, but you had to go and call for help. We both know you don't need him to defend you." A metal rod rolled between his fingers as he paced out of view.

I didn't like not being able to see him.

"I've been feeling a little upset that you turned me away, I'll admit. I thought you'd be flattered to have someone wanting you. After all, you're just an animal really. You should be grateful that someone shows any interest in you at all." His tactical clips caught the light as he rounded the table on my left side, the rod gone from his grip.

"If I'm just an animal, that must make you one sick bastard." His hand came down hard across my cheek, and the skin stung there. I refused to take my eyes off of his face. "You're pathetic."

Rumlow snarled at me, slamming his fist down on the metal table next to my arm. He hung his head for a moment, collecting himself, before his black eyes met mine once more. "I nearly forgot your gift. I wanted you to know that your little Avengers are doing well without you, better really. Your toy soldier is off with that redhead having the time of his life. I figured you'd want to know that they're happy without you slinking around any longer."

I knew he was lying, he had to be. Tony was my friend, and so was Wanda and Peter, Thor too. I knew that they wouldn't stop looking for me. Not if they knew I was still alive. "You're lying."

But he just shrugged, "Believe me or don't, but I'm telling you the truth." He disappeared once more, only to reappear a few moments later with the rod he had earlier.

The scent of burning metal drew my eyes up the pole in his hands to the red-hot insignia sizzling against the cool air. My stomach bottomed out. "What are you doing?"

If a man could look like a demon, Rumlow sure did. His eyes glowed with the red metal swinging in front of him and his teeth gleamed in the light of it. "I'm repaying you for turning me down. No one gets away with turning me down. Giles told me I couldn't hurt you too bad with the mission coming up, so I had to get creative." He swayed the rod in emphasis, and I flinched at the heat rolling off of it. "I want you to have a reminder for forever. You're weak enough now that it won't heal quick enough before they pump you full of drugs and your little healing trick won't work. Not after what they're going to do to you." He motioned to the white coats that had lined themselves along the wall.

Waiting and watching.

I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to claw at the straps keeping me on the table. I wanted to shred Rumlow until he was nothing but ribbons, but I couldn't. I was too weak, too drained to do anything but stare at him wide eyed and cry as he lowered that rod until it was level to the left side of my neck. "Please, you don't have to do this."

Rumlow's laugh was long and deep, skittering over my bones as the heat of the Hydra insignia crept ever closer. I had begun to sweat. "Oh, but I want to."

I wrenched against the restraints, pulling with every last bit of energy I had. I felt it groan, and then one of them gave way. My arm was free. I swung it down against the arm that held the bar just a few feet from me, swiping my jagged nails against his arm. He yelled out, dropping the rod with a curse and waving over a few men.

There wasn't enough time for me to pry my other hand free before they were on me, pulling and shoving me back down against the metal table. I could hardly see much through the tears pooling in my eyes, only vague outlines of faces leaning over me against the overhead lights. I felt the heat once more nearing me, "Please." But no one would listen.

And then he was pressing it against my skin. My eyes rolled back as I screamed, but then it all drowned to darkness.

_____

Bucky-

The room still smelled like her perfume. Lavender still clung in the air where her candle sat unburned for months now. Satin sheets caressed my unshaven face where my body had pulled the covers from their neat display. I didn't remember passing out, or how I ended up in here again. Sometimes I would find myself at the door without realizing it, like I had forgotten she was gone.

The lights were out, and the curtains were pulled to keep the sun out. My stomach growled in the silence of the room, and I pressed my hand over it to silence it's complaining. I didn't feel like moving, so it would wait. I breathed in, closing my eyes to try and recall the way her skin felt against my own. The way her hands would scrape gently against my scalp to lull me to sleep on the nights my nightmares got a little too much.

I yearned for her like a drowning man yearned for air.

But she wasn't here, and the weight of her absence was suffocating me with each day. I didn't know it was possible to miss someone this much. Not until her. With her soft eyes and love for poetry, her strong heart and tenderness. She had somehow dug herself a home in my heart that would search for her until the day I took my last breath. And it pained me.

The door rattled as someone knocked against it. I didn't so much as flinch at the sudden sound, too drowned in my own mind.

"Bucky, it's Steve."

I really didn't want to talk to him. I didn't want to talk to anyone, really. But Stevie had given up trying to invite me to their dwindling team get-togethers for a while now, so whatever it was he had to say must be important.

I hauled myself up, stumbling over to the door as I blinked my bleary eyes from the fog that seemed to cling to them often with my inability to sleep. I pressed the handle, slipping through the door and shutting it behind me. I didn't like to share our- her room.

I blinked a few more times to adjust to the damn LED lights that lined the hallway before I could see enough to take in the urgent expression on Steve's face. "What is it?" I didn't really bother with being polite nowadays.

His brows pinched, "Wanda thinks she knows where Max is going to hit next. Tony believes we might be able to intercept it and get her back. He's called a mandatory meeting. Seeing as you've chosen to ignore most of those now, I figured I would come get you myself." He wrung his hands, "It's best if we hurry. Tony says it'll be in a few days, and we need to be as prepared as we can get."

I nodded, letting his words roll through my head once more. A chance to get her back. "Let's get on with it."

_____

Tony-

Wanda sat across from me vigorously scratching her pen against the blank paper I had handed her. A map, now marked with the location of the building Max was supposedly targeting, sat on the table between us. I had pulled up the information about her target as well, noting that it was another Politician of high power. She was more than likely targeting them to be replaced by Hydra members to gain more of a stand in society.

My eyes drifted back to Wanda who resembled a madwoman as she tore out a page and slapped it against the steel table only to repeat her scrawling once more on a brand-new sheet. I had no idea what she was scribbling on there, didn't dare mess with the piles stacked haphazardly across its face. She had explained vaguely that she had somehow tapped into one of the Hydra agents mind and that he was directly involved in the missions that Max was sent on. She guessed he was a handler of sorts, or a pilot, someone she had to come in contact with frequently.

The elevator toned down the hall as Banner and Clint made their way towards us, Natasha lingering in the hall for a few moments before following them. I had made a point to keep the information vague. I didn't want Shield to have an opportunity to stop us from the slim chance that we could get Max back.

Since her disappearance, the government has fallen into a frenzy in an attempt to quiet the worry rippling through the ranks. They hadn't had an issue this big since Barnes and having a repeat of history this soon was really rattling them. I had heard whispers of what they were planning to do with her if they ever caught her. Mentions of containment or even execution had been thrown around and it worried me. It had taken the worlds hero, Captain America, to plead for Barnes's freedom. What would it take to get hers?

Just thinking about it made me sick. I was itching to do something about it. Just then, the elevator tolled again, and in came the two super soldiers followed by Vision who didn't even bother to use the elevator. He just dropped in through the ceiling and nearly sent me into cardiac arrest. No biggie. "Jesus, Vision! Use the door!"

"My apologies, Mr. Stark. This way preserves energy and time. You seemed to be in a hurry." He seated himself beside Wanda, shooting her a look I couldn't read.

"Yeah, yeah, just sit and stay quiet till the rest of them get in here." I took note of each of them as they took their seats. We all looked like we'd been drug through the mud. I felt like it, too. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I'd apologize for being vague, but I'm really not. I wanted this to stay within the team."

None of them spoke, letting the silence swell. Only Barnes's arm clicked and shifted in the silence where he sat clenching his fist and Wanda's constant scribbling.

"Wanda has gotten a lead on Max's whereabouts and we have a small window of opportunity to intercept her on a mission." I picked up the remote from the table, "This here," I motioned to the screen display, "Is the area she's scoping out for her target, Chairman Houser. It isn't in use at the moment, but it has the facilities to function as a safehouse. Somehow, Hydra has figured out his movements and plans to kill him while he's touring the building. Our job is to prevent her from killing the Chairman and restrain her. If we can get Max back, we can stop this whole ordeal."

Wanda had stopped writing.

Steve leaned against the table, "Okay, so we restrain her. How exactly do we plan on doing that? She's stronger than all of us. It's not going to be easy."

Wanda shifted a paper in front of her. "They said she's weak. It should be easier to handle her."

"What do you mean weak?"

All eyes went to Bucky. He sat rigid in his chair with his eyes glued to the side of Wanda's face. It had been a long while since any of us had seen him. Months, maybe, since he'd come out in the day when all of us were around.

Wanda didn't look at him as she adjusted her stacks of paper. "They didn't specify, they just said that she was weaker than she used to be. Slower, less strong. She bleeds and bruises like the rest of them. That's what I heard, anyway."

Steve dropped his head, "What else did they say about her mission?"

Again, she shifted a stack of papers and thumbed over a page in particular. "They said that it would be in three days. Something about a recovery time. We have three days to come up with a plan to save the Chairman."

"And save Max."

This time, Wanda looked at him. Bucky hadn't pulled his eyes from her since she had mentioned Max. Like her name was one of his trigger words and held him captive whenever it was said.

The air grew tense before she nodded, "Yes, and save Max."

The look on Bucky's face didn't say that he believed her, but he didn't say anything else as I grappled for their attention once more. "Alright, so we're going to need a solid plan. All ideas need to be thrown on the table. Max might not be in her own head, but she's smart, and I don't want to risk losing this opportunity while we've got it. Wanda will brief us on the information she's gathered about Max's mission, and we will go from there."

_____

Three and a half hours later, we had all hammered out a strategy to split Max from the Chairman and get her into an enclosed space. We figured if she was confined, it would be easier for us to tag team her. The risk of her overpowering us was still there, but with both Wanda and Vision on this mission, I had a good feeling we would come out on top.

The team thumbed through the pages we had compiled which contained the layout of the building and all possible exits. We had plotted points for the drop and discussed multiple non-fatal weaponry we would load the jet with. Barnes had been adamant about them and pushed that we reserve fatal weapons in case we were ambushed as a last resort. I agreed just to keep him from tearing a hole through the table if any of the members so much as thought about refusing him.

I understood what he was feeling though. I missed her too, and I knew that what Hydra was doing to her was a fate worse than death. I wanted her back nearly as much as he did, so much so I was willing to risk security for her. Shield would shut this operation down the second they smelled a hint of it. Windows like this were rare, especially with how careful and calculated Hydra had become with Giles heading it all. He was an intelligent bastard.

A chair slid out from the table, drawing my attention from the documents at hand. Steve aligned his papers against the table and gazed at all of us. "I think it would be wise to practice in pairs. None of us should try and take her on alone even if she's weak. Don't tire yourselves but be prepared."

We all nodded, taking a moment to soak in what we had discussed.

None of us had fought against Max in a genuine fight. Only Barnes had gotten a glimpse of what fighting against her would feel like and she'd given his nose a clean break. Cap had gotten bruised ribs too, that time when she had stopped us all from attacking Bucky when his head was all blended up. But all of those instances were defensive and not at all serious, not really. Sure, we had seen her fight, and it was brutal, but it had never been against us with fatal intent. With a job like ours, that made all the difference.

"I think it would be best if we made the most of the time we've been given and get as prepared as we can. Even with a solid plan, we have no idea what she'll do or what orders she's acting on." I pushed out from the table, "Wanda, I want constant updates. I want to know the tiniest bit of change if it's made. This whole ordeal depends on it."

She nodded, her magic fluttering just over her skin as she dug around in whoever's poor mind that had leaked Hydra's information.

With a final breath, I took in their tired expressions. "I know these last few months have been difficult on us all, but now is our chance to make things right. Get some rest and be prepared. It's time we bite Hydra in the ass."

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starlightshadowsworld · 1 year ago

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Since Cooking Companions and now Dread Weight pull from Slavic Mythology.

With their inclusion of the Baba Yaga.

I wondered if any of our new characters in Dread Weight carried any similarities.

Their is definitely something up with Kurt.

Why would the Baba Yaga want him specifically dead.

If it was just another mass murder like she's done before I wouldn't question it.

But it's made clear over and over that everyone else in the mansion would be spared if Kurt was handed over to her.

There's also the the spirits, Maximillion the Duck who says he'd love to leave but because Kurt won't allow him too.

I saw a comment on Superhorrorbro's playthrough of the demo that wondered if Kurt could be Koschei the deathless.

So I chose that as my starting point.

The first thing that pops out to me is the involvement of not only the Baba Yaga in this tale but a Prince called Ivan.

Ivan being the name of the person Potato mentions at the beginning of the game.

"We need to repay him for Ivan."

The him being presumably Kurt.

There's also the note which reads:

Dearest (the name is smudged out)

I know your still upset about Ivan.

I'm asking the impossible, but please forgive me and let's end this madness.

We're different. To lose track of time.

To let feuds rot inside of us, undying, while the rest of the world moves on.

This isn't healthy. It took me ages to unlearn this.

I am asking you, PLEASE let this one die.

- Sincerely,

-(the name is illegible)"

So there's a mysterious person called Ivan, something happened to him that we want repayment for.

We're upset about what happened and someone is telling us to forgive them.

And we know this person is Kurt.

Because it's his mansion the Baba Yaga ends up attacking.

The story of Koschei the Deathless comes from a Russian fairytale in which Koshei, an immortal man who had a habit of kidnapping young girls.

He's known as the Deathless because he stores his soul inside of a needle which in turn is stored into an egg.

Which fair, some people store their soul in an animatronic suite and than upload their digital consciousness into it's circuit boards.

And divide that into several tapes several tapes.

You do you.

Though the egg is stored inside of a duck.

And wouldn't you know it, Kurt keeps a duck around in the mansion.

And being the container of his immortal soul sounds like one hell of a reason as to why Maximillion isn't allowed to leave the place.

Though in the story it's a lot more complicated with duck being hidden inside of a hare, who's in turn inside a chest which is buried under a tree etc.

But it could be why a duck and a rabbit are specifically the animals in the mansion.

Much like how Baba Yaga in Slavic Mythology has a cabin on chicken legs.

And under the floor boards of the cabin you can find chicken bones.

It's said if the egg was destroyed the duck would fly free, which is what Maximillion wants.

The story of Koschei the deathless tells the tale of a Prince called Ivan who stumbles upon a fuck ton of bodies, from Koschei's army in the woods.

Finding out Koschei himself had been captured by the warrior queen Maria Moreenva.

Who Ivan later meets, falls in love with and marries. Though when it came for the warrior queen to go to war she showed Ivan a door to a locked closet and warned him not to open it.

Im sure we can all guess what comes next.

Inside the closet is an old man, chained and begging for water.

Feeling pity for the old man, Ivan gives him water and to no ones suprise the man turns out to be Koschei.

Now having regained his strength from the water, he breaks his chains and kidnaps Ivan.

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Way to go smart guy.

His wife finds out and after probably giving the worlds biggest face-palm goes to recur her husband.

However, Koschei was prepared for this and ambushed her, cutting her into pieces.

But it's all good!

Apparently she had 3 shape-shifting brothers who came to her aid as a falcon, a Raven and an eagle. Sprinkling some good ol life water on her, Queen Maria was back.

Knowing Koschei was too fast to catch up too, she went to person who had the fastest horse.

The Baba Yaga.

Who gave her a sickly looking horse but the more Maria rode it it became stronger. And she eventually caught up to Koschei.

Maria nabbed her hubby back and took off with Koschei following her.

Until Koschei's horse hit a rock, Koschei fell off and Maria used the opportunity to impale and set him on fire.

Queen Maria, do not fuck with her.

And they live happily ever after.

Moral of the story, listen to your wife.

Although with all myths their are different iterations.

And this is no exception.

One that caught my eye was one in which instead of kidnapping Ivan, Koschei decides to get revenge on his captor Queen Maria.

With Ivan the one who goes on a mission to rescue her.

He escapes with her twice but is overcome by Koschei on his much faster horse.

Ivan tries to fight against him but the other is far too powerful, resulting in Ivan being cut down, put in a barrel and set out to sea.

However, Ivan is able to cheat death with the aid of his sisters who had all married powerful sorcerers.

They located him, Ivan managed to get Baba Yaga's horse. And defeated him.

Some with him impalong him, others have him dying by the horse kicking him in the head.

Before he's properly burned.

And so I wonder if in Dread Weight, we have a case where Ivan wasn't or couldn't be revived.

It definitely seems like he is dead in the game.

And Kurt, if he is Koschei and the one to kill him than much like what happens to the Baba Yaga, he begins to grow soft.

He starts to feel remorse for his actions.

He writes a note and asks for forgiveness, that they are both immortal and cannot spend their lives like this.

Kurt being Koschei explains why despite being immortal and having his whole soul in a needle, egg, duck etc why he is afraid of the Baba Yaga.

Because if there's one thing Koschei despises it is the idea of his own death and he knows if anyone can kill him it's the Baba Yaga.

Even without her having his soul.

... Though that is definitely something to worry about.

Though there's definitely not enough evidence for this I think it's a cool idea.

Because Koschei or not there's definitely something up with Kurt.

The info for this for anyone curious came from the video the Death of Koschei the Deathless on The Folktale Project's YouTube channel,

And the video Koschei the Deathless | Russia's evil sorcerer from the YouTube channel Mythology Unleashed.

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esther-dot · 1 year ago

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As pointed out Jon going to war with Ramsey for Arya has similarities with Brandon going to KL for Lyanna. Does that mean Ramsey is Rhaegar(and Aerys)? Starks fighting with Boltons for WF will have some similarities with Robert Rebellion against Aerys. Also Jon Arryn declared his support to Robert and Ned. Which means Robert Arryn could lend support to Sansa in this war. Ramsey threatening Jon has similar vibes with Aerys threatening Ned and Robert.

What do you think?

Oh, I guess the letter and being summoned to die does work as a parallel with Aerys. I’d think the Aerys vibes will mostly be around Dany, and at one point I thought the KotV would join in when the North was gonna defy her for a rebellion callback, but the way LF spoke about the Knights of the Vale paired with Sansa's belief that Royce wouldn't fight for her made me think we would have them involved in reclaiming Winterfell:

Last of all came the Royces, Lord Nestor and Bronze Yohn. The Lord of Runestone stood as tall as the Hound. Though his hair was grey and his face lined, Lord Yohn still looked as though he could break most younger men like twigs in those huge gnarled hands. His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa's memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me? The war is finished and Winterfell is fallen. (AFFC, Alayne I)

Petyr arched an eyebrow. "When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa . . . Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That's worth another kiss now, don't you think?" (AFFC, Alayne II)

I don't think she's marrying Harry, I do think she flees North (the girl in grey), and there's that the prophecy that indicates LF will die in Winterfell, so, I assume LF decides to follow her, and Bronze Yohn might too, but the weather has been emphasized so much it's really hard to see how all this traveling happens! Robyn is really attached to "Alayne," and it would be nice for him to see his mother's murderer receive justice, so maybe all of that does lead North.

It hadn't registered that works as a nod to precanon, but many bloggers have talked about Sansa’s parallels with Ned before, so her winning back Winterfell/being in the North works that way too. That's a fun read on it @please-dot!

#dot chat #< for filtering

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messymindpalace · 10 months ago

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ABOUT ME:

so weird doing this after been on tumblr for almost 15 years (i don't even remember when i first log in here it's just been part of my life since forever) but here we go:

hi, I'm the queen of this messy mind palace and as it's possible to imagine from the message above I'm old but not so old, let's just say my reign here knows no beginning.

my username it's inspired by Sherlock (BBC) but his mind palace is a far more organized and well coordinated than my, thus the "messy" 😅

I'm a protestant christian but not interested in online discord so if you have any doubts, feel more than welcome to talk, otherwise I'll simply ignore any hateful or harmful message (: (yes, i'll expose my opinions on matters, i just don't want to debate them)

I'm also a Swiftie (easily assessed by my reblogs but whatever 😅) and please don't ask which album is my favorite because I'll say evermore and folklore but I'm also a reputation girlie but I'm also a Speak Now girlie but Lover is like my dream album but Red is such an autumn girl vibe which is totally me but i first listened to Taylor when she released Fearless (stolen version) but...(do you see where I'm going with this?).

also, i'm kind into MTBI and my personality is INTP - T but this is more of a fun way to look at my personality's traits rather than something i lead my life by.

Main book fandoms:

• The Folk of The Air

• Alice In Wonderland / Heartless

• The Hunger Games

● Pride and Prejudice

(i still have so much more to read of Jane Austen but i already know i'll love it)

i did read ACOTAR and do have a few posts about it but my knowledge stops at the novella and i have no interest in continuing it (: (that being said, Lucien and Amren are the only characters i love <3)

IMPORTANT: these are only the main ones but if you scroll through my page you can easily find my newest obsession (if i have one) (:

Movies:

● Star Wars

● Harry Potter (still need to read the books. I know...I really know)

● Fantastic Beasts

● Pirates of The Caribbean

● Pride and Prejudice

● Ready or Not

● and a bunch more (:

TV Shows / Series:

• Friends

• New Girl

• House

• The Chosen

• Only Murders In The Building

• Modern Family

• The Artful Dodger

• Loki

• Wandavision

• The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

• Sherlock (BBC) - unfinished

Spoilers are expected both for tv shows, books and movies (new releases will have a warning tag in its first week) (:

(i will be updating this forever because as funny as it seems i do forget about the things i love)

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laurelsofhighever · 2 years ago

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Writer’s Year-End Roundup!

I was tagged by the lovely @asaara-writes and I’m going to cop out and tag anyone who wants to do this and hasn’t already XD

Overall, 2022 was a good year. I finally sorted my ideas out enough to get back to longfic. Mostly it was about planning but since that came easily in places I’ve also started proper writing, and as of today, I’m 12 chapters into my Prince Alistair AU and just about ready to start posting.

Outside Dragon Age, DOTA; Dragon’s Blood season 3 gave me some lovely inspiration and I’m pretty proud of te work I did there. The Wayhaven Chronicles also gripped me tight and would not let go, and aside from some solid oneshots I’m now pretty much halfway through the first murder mystery story I’ve ever attempted, complete with vampires. It’s been a lot of fun reconnecting with all the characters I’ve written about in this last year, especially since 2021 was still mostly spent in a nice creative primordial soup waiting for ideas to coalesce.

Special mention to the print version of Falcon, which is a project I started last year and hope to get finished this year so it can sit and look pretty on my shelf.

Words written: 75,307, of which 29,562 has been published. This isn’t as much as I was expecting considering how many hours it feels I’ve put in, but 1) it’s still the length of a pretty hefty novel and 2) I haven’t counted all the words that are just planning or notebook scribbling, so it’s actually a heck of a lot more.

New things I tried: The biggest new thing is the venture into the murder mystery genre with Like Glitter And Gold. Having to work backwards from the crime to the clues meant the whole story has had to be much tighter than I’m used to in terms of detail, which meant having a much more invested plan and many, many conspiracy board diagrams before I could actually start to write. It’s been fun, though. Apart from that, I’ve learned that I’m most efficient when I plan out a rough script for a chapter first and then try to fill it in, instead of writing a detailed draft on the first try. I’ll definitely use this going forward and hopefully it means I’ll have a bigger wordcount for next year.

Fic I spent the most time on: My Prince Alistair AU for sure. Partly because I’m having to replay the game to refresh my memory of the events and transcribe then rearrange a lot of the dialogue, but also because it’s given me a lot of problems with the structure. It’s also how I found out I don’t so well trying to make a polished first draft. Also also, Dragon Age: Origins is a ridiculously long game, with so much talking - 35k words in, and they’ve only just left Lothering!

Fic I spent the least time on: I always feel miserable on my birthday, so this year I channelled that energy into Once More Around The Sun, a Nate x Detective Leah oneshot that I pushed out in a day. Except for the epistolary chapter of Falcon, it’s the most I’ve ever written in a single day, so I’m pretty proud of it. Happy Birthday to me.

Favourite thing I wrote: I’m pretty pleased with everything I’ve written for TWC this year, in particular So Let Us Melt, And Make No Noise, a fluffy, angsty oneshot, and Like Glitter And Gold, the murder mystery longfic, because it’s been something new for me.

Favourite thing I read: New Year’s Resolution: actually bookmark fics when you like them! I have binged works by @serenpedac (TWC), @tarysande (Shakarian), and @viciously-witty (Labyrinth), and very early in the year I finally got around to The Revelation In All Things by @ellenembee, which is one of the most we thought out Cullen x Lavellan fics I’ve read. In terms of published works, I actually read published stuff this year! Highlights include The Lies of Locke Lamora, Nightwatch, Sistersong, and Ivanhoe.

Writing goals for next year: Finish the remaster and print version of Falcon so I can finally put it on my shelf, finish LG&G, finally start a proper first draft of my Post-Blight story, make separate masterposts for Dragon Age and everything else to pin to each of my blogs, and streamline the way I plot for the Prince Alistair AU. Should be simple enough...

#my writing #writing meme #year end roundup

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Keigo Takami || Hawks

He / Him || Demisexual || AFAB Intersex

Quirk: Heteromorph (Raptor), Fierce Wings. Hawks' wings have the ability to detach feathers and use them at his whim until the blood within them dies out. With stiffened keratin, they can become INCREDIBLY hard and sharp.

Occupation: Career criminal and thief.

Skills: Incredibly skilled in the air, able to make perilous dives and able to get to immense speed. He's also a capable liar and sneak, having stolen jewelry from a woman's neck without any notice. Can be very charismatic, despite his actual lack luster personal circle.

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Brief Physical Description

Hawks is a young heteromorph that has features of a raptor and abilities that are closer to a peregrine falcon despite the fact he is most usually compared to, well, a hawk. His eyes are golden and focused, capable of binocular vision. He has a defined jaw and nose, and is notably fit-- though perhaps seems a little underweight for his height. He has blonde hair that is a tinge on the longer side and growing. His most notable feathers are the large feathered wings (and tail feathers) as well as sharpened, dark talons that extend from his last knuckle about an inch out, fully covering fingertips.

Personality

To others he doesn't know, Hawks seems incredibly bubbly and unassuming. He's good at making people feel comfortable. But behind shut doors, he's quiet and stiff, with a seeming worry of others coming after him with an increasing paranoia. Usually, the good hearted demeanor won't slip unless he's being backed into a corner, at which point... the claws come out.

Brief History

Includes mentions of child abuse, sexual abuse of a minor, and general violence. Please read at your own risk.

Keigo Takami, born to Kousei and Tomie Takami, was unwanted. He was a child born out of a marriage that wasn't entirely wanted on his father's side; Tomie was simply useful and marrying her kept her quiet, and as happy as the paranoid woman could get. Keigo's birth was actually unknown to his father as the man was on the run, nearly caught by those that would happily lock him in Tartarus for his criminal activity, from thievery to murder... but instead he ended up back at his apartment... to find a little boy with his wings waiting alongside his wife. So? Kousei took him. Unassuming and small, Keigo was an ideal student to his craft. While the man never truly cared for his child as a father should, he did ensure that Keigo remained alive and made sure the boy would run back to him both with small acts of affection... and cruel reminders of who he was meant to listen to.

As Keigo became a handsome young man, he became an optimal point of trade for the man as well. Something exotic other criminals might was some time with. Having learned young not to go against his father, Keigo did whatever was asked of him, and was thankful when he was just stealing from the next target. He was nicknamed 'Hawks' by the authorities who were unaware of his true name and relations. But, with growing unrest from villians? A small time criminal was the least of their concerns.

Now in his twenties, Hawks still jumps at his father's call, forever on a short leash as he's become the main 'worker' for the little nest of a family. However there's a restlessness to him, and an irritability as he feels his freedom slowly drying up. More recognizable, more likely to be caught... sometimes he wishes he just had an out.

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murderbirds · 3 months ago

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To Claim my rightful place pt.3

'BREAKING NEWS! GOTHAM'S CHAMPION GOES INSANE, KILLS OWN MOTHER AND TRIES TO KILL CEO OF GALAVAN ENTERPRISES!'

Edward read on the screen of one of the monitors of the subway as he made his way back home. It had been three weeks since he had moved to Gotham city. After graduating as top of his class, Edward was hired by the international police as a forensic scientist and had been assigned to what was considered by most to be the worst city in the world.

The people who thought that didn't know his father.

Sure, the people in this city weren't exactly friendly, however, if you stuck to yourself and didn't look like a target, they would leave you alone for the most part. Edward continued reading the news. 'Champion Oswald Cobblepot, who took over his position after the mysterious disappearance of the previous Champion Fish Mooney and the resignation Champion Carmine Falcone eight months ago was recorded stabbing his own mother to death this Friday morning after a battle against CEO of Galavan enterprises, Theo Galavan, who has been restoring historical buildings all over the region. Cobblepot then tried to harm Galavan along with his sister for reasons yet unknown.'

In all truth, Ed could relate with the feeling of wanting to stab one's own parent. He had read about the Champion before, a man who wasn't very popular, but had somehow managed to reach his position without a single legendary pokemon despite the entire elite four being full with them. It was quite impressive. Ed had hoped to meet the man one day. Now, that seemed quite unlikely.

Once the train stopped and he got out into the dark night, his mind wandered to what he should make for dinner to himself and Ogerpon.

Her pokeball was always with him in case he needed it, however Gotham had a strict no wandering pokemon rules in public spaces. He did let her out while alone in lab, but there wasn't much else he could could do outside, so he made up for it with the tastiest food he could find.

He was suddenly interrupted by the sound of something dropping. The forensic scientist looked around and fixed his glasses. There was nothing there, no human, no pokemon. Just darkness and an empty street.

Another noise, now closer to something getting dragged. Now Ed knew it for sure, it was coming from the park across the street.

The brunette swallowed and, with shaky hands, flashed his phone towards it. He only managed to catch sight of the footprints left behind. Did those belong to an empoleon? Those weren't pokemon found in the park nor in Gotham's general area.

Before he could dwell on it longer, ogerpon got out of its pokeball and hopped over the park's fence before Ed could even think twice. "Wait! Ogerpon!" It was too late. She was already off into the darkness. "Shit!" Ed cursed and began following after her. He called and beg for his partner to return for no avail.

Was this punishment for all the time he kept her in the pokeball? He didn't want to, the man simply had no choice! It was the rules and he couldn't break them, even if he didn't agree with them, right? He saw Ogerpon walking inside an abandoned house and sighed with relief.

"Ogerpon, please! I'm sorry! I-I will buy you whatever you want- oh my arceus!" The empoleon was also inside the house along with another man. The man was covered in mud and dry blood from the injury on his shoulder. He looked pale and thin with deep eyes and drenched in sweat. The man was none other than the champion, even if he lacked his make up covering his freckles and product causing his short black hair to be spiky. He looked so fragile, unlike the person he saw on television.

Their eyes met for a moment, foam green on dark brown and two words left the shorter man's lips as a whisper, "h-help me." And with that, he fell unconscious. This man was, supposedly a murderer, the leader of an evil team. He should have called the international police, leave him to face his crimes. That was what he should have done. But the man had ask for his help and he simply couldn't say no.

1-2-3 (you're here)-4-5-6-7-8

Full story

#gotham #batman #dc comics #dc #penguin #nygmoblepot #riddlebird #riddler #pokemon #fanfic

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butchdykekondraki · 1 year ago

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hi these are your required reading for getting into the scp foundation (aka ren butchdykekondraki's personal faves list) (please heed the warnings on some of these!! as fun as these tales are, some of them get really fucking dark)

"incident 239-b clef-kondraki" (there's a lot of violence in this! get used to that if you want to read these tales!!) (also see "incident 239-abridged", it's stupider and sillier re-enactment that was made for sillies and not at all serious. if you aren't comfortable with graphic depictions of violence then read that instead of i239-b!!) "i think you already know" (<- this is just pure bright family angst but it's REALLY good. short and sweet :-D)

"major tom" (bright backstory time oh boy!! this one's REAL angsty and REAL long! warning for some fighting, and graphic depictions of self harm and suicide, and then some victim-blaming about the suicide attempt. also blood and death) "routine psychological evaluations by doctor glass" (this is cute and one of my favourites!! brief and very mild warnings for some mentions of blood and murder in this, but again it's really mild. if you want something silly and sweet this one's for you!!)

"technical issues" (another silly one :-D!! no warnings for this but brights weird porn collection is mentioned)

"tradition" (silly funny halloween party shenanigans! short and sweet :-D)

"dr cimmerian hits reply all" (what it says on the tin! no warnings, this is just cute and shows the site being silly ^_^)

"stupid cupid" (fuck you this is going on the list because i said so. go read stupid cupid it's short, sweet, and has a really funny dynamic between cimmerian and north) (and go read "stupid cupid: stop picking on me" after it)

"hawaiin shirts" (oh buddy its clef angst oh boy. hope you're ready to watch a man fucking crumble! no warnings this is just clef being depressed for a bit)

"help me my (love for my daughter) was born too still" (mild warning for a brief discussion of child/infant death. this one's sad but it's really good and gives rights a spotlight for once! go read it right now please ^_^)

"legally a falcon (for tax purposes)" (another silly one! clefs a woman in this. don't ask why, she just is.)

"so leave yourself alone." (warning for graphic depictions of suicide, and vomit. this is also really depressing but it's really good and shines a light on an aspect of clef people ignore a lot)

"the great site-87 bakesale" (this is another silly one!! it's just clef/francis being a dick ^_^)

"what's in a name?" (mtf task force naming shenanigans. this is just a silly one but it's really good)

"yesterday" (angst!!! its all angst!!!!!! warning for (semi-implied and vague) suicide and graphic depictions of death/murder)

"dr gears' heated gaming moment" (following up the angst fest with a silly one! this is just gears and iceberg being silly)

"personal log of dr gears" / "personal log of dr [redacted] 'iceberg' [redacted]" (more gears + iceberg shenanigans, but formatted in the idea of a work trip when iceberg first started as gears' assistant ^_^)

"an apple a day..." (angsty again! warning for some mentions of death)

"life's cold" (average morning for iceberg. mild warning iceberg is weird and vaguely incel-ish in this)

"..." (ever wanted to see miniature clones of scp personnel? no? well you're going to!)

"portraits of your father" (warning for graphic depictions of alcoholism, suicide, grave-robbing, and guilt about not being able to prevent someone's suicide. i'm not kidding you when i say this is one of the darker stories, please god heed the fucking warnings on this one.)

"ask doctor mann" (another silly one. it's exactly what it sounds like!)

i should link a bunch of really good scp tales i think

#[ren]#scp #<- so i can find this later #if any of these links are wrong you have my permission to kill me ok?

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stillhavetodothat · 2 years ago

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Replaying Nancy Drew without cheating - Part Four: The Final Scene

AND HERE IT IS....

Is The Final Scene the MOST brilliant game in the entire Nancy Drew series??

Hear me out. It has literally everything you could ever want out of a Nancy Drew game. Danger. Mystery. A ticking clock. A lack of pointless chores. An intriguing backstory. An amazing soundtrack. An extremely sassy Nancy. A caked up Nicholas Falcone.

I think the ONLY thing that is missing from this game, honestly, is length. I think it is well-known in the community that this game is too short, especially on replay, but I recently learned that this was the first game that HerInteractive put out on a 2-a-year schedule, so the development was rushed. After TRT, the company almost could not afford to continue making games, so they had to switch strategies. Technically, FIN saved the franchise. In that context, the only disappointment is that they didn’t have more time to work on this absolute MASTERPIECE.

I also think my love for this game has grown after reading the book that it’s based on. Queen Simone Mueller was adapted from a boring male Simon Mueller, the talented Louisa Falcone was adapted froma boring male Louis Falcone. The Harry Houdini storyline was completely new in the game. Brady Armstrong having a vested interest in the theater demolition was also new in the game and made him a much more interesting and sinister character. I know that this book was written in the 80s, but Bess’s one-dimensionality (obsessed with food and boys) annoys me; much happier to see Vietnamese-American college student as the kidnapee instead.

Not cheating in this game was super easy for me. It’s another game I’ve played a dozen times, so even if I didn’t remember the exact sequence of events, I quickly was able to move the game along. I finished in under 3 hours, and that is with being consistently distracted by the NFL game my fiance had on in the background. Having three distinct days makes this game very sequential and hard to get stuck.

Some random thoughts I had during this replay:

1. Someone put this soundtrack on vinyl, PLEASE. I would literally murder someone to play this in the background while reading a book and smoking a joint on my couch.

2. Even as a child, I loved Nicholas Falcone. There is just something about a man with a passion. Nothing used to turn me on (still does turn me on) than Nicholas’s intellectual negging of a dim-witted Brady Charmstrong during the press conference. This was also the first time I really took the time to listen to the entire press conference from the ticket booth...pure gold.

3. Speaking of the ticket booth, taking to Sargeant Ramsay on the phone is absolutely hilarious. Who is this voice actor? Someone find him and give him more gigs. And Eustacia Andropov? An incredible character and a treat of a phone call as well. WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT?? I think this is probably the funniest game there is.

4. Let’s just go ahead and go through some of the best quotes of the game. “I may have to cut this short, Hal. Someone just climbed out of my wardrobe.” (entirely unphased) “I think your phone’s about to ring.” “Take a breath and pinch yourself, because it’s reeeally happening: Brady Armstrong, in the flesh. Star of Vanishing Destiny? Go ahead, faint. I’ll catch you.” “Why don’t you tell that little grey troll that I think he did it just to keep himself from dying of boredom in this old dump. THAT’s my comment.” “Fight the power.” (a classic) "Mr. Charmstrong, do you find that your fans respond to you more in your chicken suit or curly wig?" “Maybe you’d better think about being ‘in on the law’ and ‘down with the truth’ Nicholas.” “More? I’m 96 over here. I don’t exactly have time to burn.” “You tell that Sherman Trout Eustacia said, ‘You’re not dead yet, Shermie, so get up and make yourself useful.’” “Armstrong: Uh, do we still like him or what?”

5. Joseph always scared the hell out of me. Even to this day. He is creepy and he IS a little grey troll. Why is he constantly trying to get me to leave the theater and go to bed in the middle of the day? Why is he lying about his brother Jake? Why is he always popping up in the most chilling way possible? I hate him. I suspected him from the very beginning.

6. When Nancy says that Maya never goes ANYWHERE without her press pass...ma’am you are an undergrad student at Washington University. Please calm down.

7. Not sure if anyone remembers, but back in the day on the HerInteractive message boards people used to put all the games they had finished in their signature for all their posts. Some would just put a list of all the games, but others would get creative (including me, although it wasn’t creativity on my part as much as it was copying other people). Their signature would say things like “I have Stayed Tuned for Danger,” or “I have discovered The Secret of the Scarlet Hand.” FIN’s was “I have seen The Final Scene” and I still to this day say this whenever I talk about this game with anyone. Throwback.

8. I never would have figured out the gum on wand bit if not for the message boards back in the day, and my memory of it now.

9. This is a game that is more about the mystery and less about the puzzles. I loved this one, even though this is probably the hardest part of the entire game (besides the gum on wand thing).

10. The ending is SO intense. Because I know exactly what to do, it is less so, but the whole thing still gives me goosebumps. That timer in the corner quickly ticking down? Hiding in the closet when the police do their final sweep? Joseph being an absolute psychopath? The focus knob breaking off? The KEYS? MAYA BEHIND GLASS?? TRYING TO BREAK THE GLASS WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER? JOSEPH BEING A PSYCHOPATH AGAIN?? (I can let it slide that defeating the culprit involves flashing them with a cheap prize from an ancient game in a decaying basement. It’s still so good).

11. Also, I have a print of this in my house right now because of this game. I don’t even know the artist, but I love it.

So thankful to rediscover my love for this game. Can it top Treasure in a Royal Tower and Dexter’s sexy, raspy voice? Maybe not. But it is up there.

Next stop: DC!

#nancy drew #nancy drew games #nancy drew pc games #pc gaming #herinteractive #the final rule #fin

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years ago

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Killing time

Summary: Loki is bored on his imprisonment. The only thing he can do on the Stark Tower is reading. Casually, Peter Parker tells him he's studying that same book at school.

Word count: 1.9K

No pairings, just some bitter Loki.

A/N: The book Loki is reading is a real book, and it’s “North River”, by Pete Hamill.

Loki is trying his best to focus on the book —and only the book— in the middle of the most chaotic place on the entire planet. The common room of The Avenger’s compound.

He’s not pleased with the machinery-overloaded place, he’s not pleased with the lack of stillness around him, and foremost, he’s not pleased with wearing noise-blocking earbuds—so he doesn’t. He can’t have himself being the only one not alert of his surroundings, especially in a place like that one. So he narrows his eyes and does his best to louden the voice in his head reading the words,

Delaney knew he’d been in the dream before, knew from the hurting whiteness, the icy needles that closed his eyes, the silence, the force of the river wind. But knowing it was a dream did not ease his fear. As before, he wa—

“Brother! I see you’re acquainting yourself with Stark’s wide collection of books!”.

Loki closes the book with a thud and sighs out.

“Wide isn’t the term I’d use”, he says, as calm as bothered. “But yes, I’ve managed to pick up on some Midgardian literature. It’s good”.

“I’m glad to hear you like it, then”, his brother laughs and the entire compound shakes with the thunder outside. “It’s a lovely day to stay in and read for you, isn’t it?”, he jokes, knowing Loki doesn’t do anything other than staying in house arrest inside the Tower, like a true princess, and knowing Loki isn’t allowed to use any kind of technology —even if, he doesn’t understand it and doesn’t want to learn about it—, and knowing Loki can’t do anything —not even training— without having Tony Stark and Captain America breathing on his neck, so he just doesn’t do anything other than exploiting the small library and listening around, hoping to someday get his freedom back.

But even though Thor does know all of that, and mocks his little brother about all of it, and also knows why Loki is the way he is and did the things he did, Loki pretends his jokes about his person are hilarious.

Maybe if he laughs a little, Thor will begin thinking he’s cured from his villainy and he lets him go sooner. But not laughing too loud —he’d look like a maniac, his chesire’s cat grin doesn’t look appealing on a redeemed sinner.

“Well, it’s good Midgard has a meteorological system instead of just a big dummy that makes it rain whenever he likes with no previous notice”, adds Loki, ever so cheeky. Thor raises his index finger and smiles.

“I text them”.

“You— what, now?”.

“I let the meteorological system know if I’m making it rain with a couple of hours of notice”.

“You’re nuts”.

Loki goes back to the book after what he expected to be a call from the Falcon to his brother.

As before, he waved his bare hands to push through the whiteness, but as before the whiteness was porous and he knew it was snow. As before, there was no horizon. As before, his feet—

“Mr. Loki, you’re reading that book too?”.

Loki sighs and tosses the book over his thighs.

“Parker, you don’t have to put an honorific to a singular name such as mine”.

“But I say it to every grown up in the team!”.

“Well, I’m not in the team”.

“What do you mean? You live here—”.

“I’m imprisoned here”.

“—and you go to some missions…”.

“The deadly ones, because they don’t care about my wellbeing”.

“But they trust you with the deadly ones”.

“Now, youngster, don’t you get any ideas. I’m not an Avenger, nor will I ever be, even if they begged me to be one”.

“Even if I begged you to be one?”.

“You’re not special, kid”.

“That’s what Mr. Stark told me when we first met”, says Peter, and Loki furrows his eyebrows. Tony Stark is like a father to the kid, and Loki now has yet another reason to murder him in cold blood if it ever came to it. And to Loki it’s been a rapidly approaching situation, lately. Peter continues, “but he kept me and now he puts a special seat for me in the Avengers’ meetings. He cares about me even if he says otherwise, you know?”.

“Where are you going with this? Because if you think that I’m not stabbing you because I enjoy your company, you’re wrong”, he lies, but Peter knows it.

“God of Lies much”, laughs the kid, and Loki sighs and suppresses a small smile. “And, besides that, I’m saying that Mr. Stark trusts you. He wouldn’t have you in here otherwise. He had Wanda locked up just like you when they first met. And now he has her as the strongest member of the team —don’t tell Thor I said that”.

“Oh, I’ll tell him”, grins Loki, without transforming it into a compassive smile, rather leaving it seem as mischievous as he is. “And Anthony murdered her family, so it’s understandable he would eventually let her go. I, instead, killed people because I enjoyed it”.

“You’re still lying”.

“I want to be left alone”, he says, not looking at him anymore, and grabbing the book. “I don’t rather be rotting in the dungeons, but I do miss its silence, to be sincere”.

“Well…”, says Peter, getting up, “if you ever stop missing the silence and want to hang around, I’m always up to it”.

Loki mutters a thanks before Peter leaves.

Loki spent the entire day on his own, this time, without being interrupted. He got up at six and everyone was leaving. He laid on the couch with the book he tried to start reading yesterday and got through two hundred pages without interruption. The only thing stopping him was the hunger that was already aching on his belly. He got off the couch and made a black coffee and scrambled eggs —cursed having acquired so lazily New York’s habits— and decided on reading some more on the balcony.

The birds chirp, the wind moves the puffy trees, and he has a view of the entire city just from where he is sitting. He roams around the streets with his eyes and finds kids playing outside, people buying fruits and vegetables and those round bread doughnuts he hates —because he doesn’t know how to pronounce them, and because his brother loves them so much—, students drinking cheap coffee and sitting on the grass with their school textbooks.

Loki remembers what being a student —and a good one, for that matter— felt like, and he misses it. He thinks he wants to study something in Midgard, learn more about the part of their culture he’s interested in, and he decides that as soon as he’s free he won’t get back to Asgard —he’ll travel around Midgard.

But right now, he can study something. He can read, and listen to someone already studying here.

But who?

He remembers the young Parker saying he was reading the same book as him, even though he dismissed him and —probably— insulted him. Maybe young Parker knew he didn’t mean it, and he’d be glad to get him to join him on his studies.

So, as soon as there’s new life coming into the compound, after almost an entire day of peaceful silence that Loki devoted to reading—and reading—and then reading some more, finishing the damned book that would connect him to the kid, he asked Stark for Parker’s house address without further explanation.

“You know, for a criminal on house arrest, you have a lot of nerve”.

“I can’t explain why, I’m not getting him into anything weird”, says Loki. “I’m not elaborating, I do enjoy the kid’s company”.

“Well, you’re not getting out of the Tower, princess”.

“I know, I know”, he says, rolling his eyes. He follows Stark’s steps while he avoids him, entering the elevator. “You calling me princess is not an insult, you know I go by any pronouns. Besides, I don’t have my magic, I don’t have my daggers, what do you think I could harm him with if it ever came to it?”, he tries to reason —maybe he should’ve just said what he intended to do.

“I’m obviously not telling you where my so— my intern lives”.

“Okay, stop”, says Loki, grabbing him by the shoulder. Stark shakes him off quickly.

“Don’t touch me”.

“Fine. I want to communicate with the boy. If you’re not giving me his address, could you find a way to get my letter to him safely?”.

“A letter?”.

“Yes”.

“Why a letter?”.

“That’s a private matter”.

“First, you don’t have the right to have private matters with anyone. Or did you forget you’re here in a probationary stage?”, he says, and Loki rolls his eyes once again. “Second, why on Earth would you send a letter? What are you trying to not get through the system?”.

“The… system?”.

“Why aren’t you sending an e-mail, or a text?”.

“I’m trying to send a text. You won’t let me”.

“Oh”, says Stark, and bursts into laughter. He palms Loki’s shoulder and holds his face until the last of his giggles end. “Oh, Loki. You adorable thing. You cute little ancient deity”.

“Enough”, says Loki, brushing him off. “If you won’t help me I won’t ask you again”.

“You don’t know about phones, don’t you?”.

“Of course I know about them. They’re annoying artifacts and I don’t plan on engaging with them. Besides, I don’t intend to send any sort of picture. I merely want to tell him something, with words”.

“Well, you could try the computer”, says Stark, giving up on explanations. “Ask Star-spangled Ass over there to help you out in writing an e-mail. It’s like a letter but… cooler, I guess. I taught him a few months ago and he’s still baffled. He’d talk about it for hours, the damn nerd”, he chuckles a little more, and then disappears behind the doors of the elevator. “And don’t get the kid into anything weird or dangerous or I will flee you off to ice-world”.

“Funny you should say that, I would be King in Jotunheim!”, snarls Loki, before leaving.

Asking Rogers for help wasn’t easy. He would’ve rather gotten repeatedly punched by Mjolnir in the face, but that wasn’t an option, unfortunately. But, after a few minutes of setting up the laptop —and an hour and half of Rogers’ ramblings— he managed to write out something.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Yes.

Esteemed Parker,

I’ve come to the conclusion we might enjoy studying “North River” together. I presume you must read it for school, and therefore study it to its great extent. I’ve read it twice now, and I see myself prepared to help you on it. I’m looking forward to embarking myself into some kind of study and I was hoping you could introduce me to Midgard’s school habits.

Farewell,

Loki.

PS: My “last name” could be Laufeyson. It doesn’t work quite like that, but you could use it for the honorific, if you will. I’m fine with plain Loki.

Soon, he got an answer.

RE: Yes.

Mr. Laufeyson, I’d be honored to get your help in this class! I am a bit confused about the subject you wrote, but I guess it was a mistake or something. I’ll be there after school!

P. Parker c:

Loki sighed out.

Well, at least he had something to do for the next few weeks.

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cornsobsessions · 3 years ago

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These fics weren't all published in 2021 (in fact many of them were not) but I did read all of them in 2021.

They cover a wide range of ratings and topics so please read any of the writers tags and content warnings before reading.

Anything in Italics is my thoughts. This post is long, sorry

1. it all started with 1 (one) twitter DM (series) by rickysims (@omg-whiskey) whiskent | 400k Kent Parson and Connor Whisk didn't exactly mean to fall in love, it started out with one DM and it kind of snowballed from there... One of my all time favorite fics that I have read countless times

2. No Matter How Small by weneedtotalkaboutsherlock (@weneedtotalkaboutfic) zimbits | 125k "Elliot," Eric says, "this is Jack. Jack, this is Elliot."

3. After Me by rayemars zimbits, kent/omc | 250k In 2009 Kent "living Taylor Swift song" Parson goes first in the draft, moves to Nevada, and starts an NHL career that includes one Stanley Cup win, one league lockout, a lot of media manipulation, bad blood with several teams, a captaincy, big city politics, and the pressure that comes with some questionable sponsors for a club located in the gambling heart of the United States. Meanwhile, the Las Vegas Aces learn how to work around the ghost of Jack Zimmermann. (Not literally.) A wonderful story of life and growth. The original characters are amazing and I could not stop reading.

4. consider the hairpin turn (do not choose sides yet) by jjcofeesa (@30samwiches) zimbits, holsom, shardo, pimms | 50k You are not in a car with a beautiful boy. You are in a car next to a beautiful boy. And in a car behind your ex. And in a car ahead of your best friend. If you're Jack Zimmermann, current World Driver's Champion, that is. If you're Eric Bittle, you're too nervous about your rookie season to be thinking about what the boys in the other cars look like. (You tell yourself you're too nervous, anyway. You do think about it.) If you're on Twitter, well. They're all beautiful boys, and you wish you could be in the car with them.

5. with grace in your heart by iridescentoracle and mutuisanimis zimbits | 140k When Kent Parson shows up at Epikegster 2014, he doesn’t mess up Jack and Bitty’s relationship, but it is a turning point.

6. Begin Again (series) by aleia kent parson, ptater | 320k When Jeff Troy agrees to billet new rookie Kent Parson, he assumes he's going to be stuck with teenager trying to party and bring girls back to the apartment. That's not at all what he gets. (Description from Part 1)

7. Dear Jack by WrathoftheStag (@wrathofthestag) zimbits | 20k Just after his overdose, Jack Zimmermann meets patient Eric Bittle at New York–Presbyterian Hospital and the two make an immediate connection. When Bitty leaves the hospital and Jack begins rehab in Montreal, they start a correspondence that will forever change their lives, and hearts. This absolutely murdered me but it was also so so so beautifully written

8. Ethics of Journalism by rosepetals42 zimbits | 12k When Dan Erikson is assigned to write an article about Jack Zimmermann's years in college, he thinks he knows what he's getting into. Then he meets Professor Simpson, Jack's photography professor.

9. Something Like This by emmagrant01 zimbits primarily | 285k Jack thought his first year in the NHL would be 100% about hockey, but the reality is so much more complicated. The OCs and storytelling are just so good

10. out in the open by wit (@parvuls) zimbits | 35k TMZ ✔ @TMZ · May 23, 2019 22:36 Jack Zimmermann and Eric Bittle’s Friendship Goes Viral After Release of Providence Falconers Video One thing is for sure: this isn't what Bitty expected to happen when he first DMed NHL forward Jack Zimmermann. The formatting, the story telling, all of it was just magical

11. Firecracker by procrastinationfairy patater | 18k Kent's best friend (with benefits) tells him she's pregnant with his child, and if he doesn't want the baby, she'll adopt it out. Kent doesn't want the baby. He's still dealing with issues from his childhood and every failed relationship. He's not ready to come out. He's not ready to be a father. He doesn't want to be. (Except he does.)

12. Ice Crew Please! by rosepetals42 zimbits | 61k Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is. He’s not, of course. Enter the Ice Crew.

13. DREAMBOY by chillmari patater, zimbits | 22k Alexei Mashkov was number 7 of the Providence Falconers, and he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. When he was on the ice, he knew that it was his new home. Beneath it all, Alexei was scared to live in Russia. The constant ghost of who he was meant to marry haunting him no matter where he went. Everyone back home always asked him if he had settled down yet. If he had finally found the woman of his dreams. In Providence, he found his home. He knew that within the black ridden puck and beneath the hidden cracks of the ice, that he found comfort in the brisk air, and silently appreciated the warmth he felt in his heart that came from the frozen fractals of the ice. He didn't have to worry about his sexuality. He didn't have to worry about his dream girl. Everything in Alexei’s life was going smoothly. Until it all didn’t.

14. Like Real People Do by xiaq kent/omc | 154k “So still two dates to go then?” Parson continues. “I—what?” “We’ve got a roadie coming up but then we’re home for almost two weeks. When does your semester start?” “You want to do this again?” Eli asks. Parson stops idly twirling his spoon. “You don’t?” He does, Eli realizes. He really does. Because apparently he actually likes Kent fucking Parson. while not available on AO3 anymore, that is because it is being published into a real book in spring 2022, it is really good, and if anyone is interested in reading before then i have a pdf i downloaded and can send you (as that does appear to be allowed, if that changes please let me know)

15. roads all even and peaceful by ahermioneh (@zimms) olliewicks | 13k In which Ollie and Wicks definitely don't run hockeyblr blogs. No way. And they definitely aren't mutuals. No. Not at all. I love the way their lives, friendship, and relationship are portrayed through tumblr posts and messages

16. northern lights at dawn by weneedtotalkaboutsherlock (@weneedtotalkaboutfic) zimbits | 8k He's at a party reuniting some of the most beautiful people in the world, he's single, and lord, nobody can fault him for thinking that, perhaps, he could be making out with a cute boy by the end of the evening.

17. i hugged you close in the parking lot by acornfield (that's me) jack and shitty | 300 Sometimes life happens and before you know it, it's been two years since you've seen your best friend. Yes I put my own fic in this list, that is because I am very happy with it and think about it all the time

18. Heart of the Haus (series) by cricketnationrise (@cricketnationrise) smh in some way or another | 15k A collection of timestamp fics, all under 1k, set in the haus. The little snippets into life in the Haus are just so fun to read

19. Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy by PorcupineGirl zimbits | 8k Jesse Snowden knows all the best restaurants and gourmet food shops in Providence, so when Jack Zimmermann starts bringing in incredible baked goods, he's eager to find out where the new bakery is. When he meets the man behind the pies, he decides that there's no way Jack could really appreciate this guy's talent the way he does, even if they are friends. He starts hiring Jack's chef on the side, in the hopes that maybe once Bitty's done with college he'll come work for Jesse. Good thing there is absolutely no way whatsoever that Jesse could possibly be misinterpreting this situation.

20. Bits of Heaven by WrathoftheStag (@wrathofthestag) zimbits, nurseydex, shardo, holsom | 22k At age 44, NHL legend, Jack Zimmermann, knows three things for sure: retirement is boring, love is probably not in the cards for him, and his aging father makes a pretty good roommate. When the bakery "Bits of Heaven" opens up down the street, Jack finds that a happily ever after is possible—even late in the game.

21. collapsing everything he once knew nurseydex | 79k Its Dex's senior year. He's stepping into the shadow of Bitty's leadership, pressure building onto him. This year will collapse everything he once knew about himself, wading through uncomfortable waters, balancing his schoolwork all while realising that he might not be as straight as he thinks he is. “--but I know you enough that you hate new things,” Nursey says. Dex has to stop himself from moving, they’re not close, how does Nursey know him so well like the back of his hand? “So if you need help, me and Chowder are here. Denice is here as well.” “Cool,” Dex manages to breathe out, not wanting to raise his voice any louder. “Cool." A wonderful look into the future of SMH

Making this list and then ordering it was so ridiculously hard as you all are so incredibly talented and I read hundreds of fics this year and loved every single one of them (I just looked and I have 31 pages of AO3 history from this year--what). All of this to say that this was so hard, you all are so talented, and I cannot wait to read more <3

#when i say making this list was extremely hard i am not kidding #i just want to go back and reread all of these #everyone is so talented its insane #i didn't include any from the current big bang even though it is 2021 bc a lot of the works aren't complete yet #and including them would only make this 10 times harder #i have added some of them to a list for next year already though lol soooo #omgcp #omgcp fic rec #best of 2021 #omgcheckplease

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therenlover · 4 years ago

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Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

Hey you! If you’ve made it this far down the list, thanks for supporting me as an author! I’ll be linking my AO3 here. I post everything there shortly before I post it here, and there are some older fics there you might enjoy along the way! It’s also easier to drop comments over there and I keep them open for non-members, so give me a shout if you liked what I wrote!

I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

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bastillewolf · 4 years ago

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Hello idk if the requests are still going but if not then its okay ignore this and if they are please don't over work yourself and you don't need to do my request if you don't want to just stay healthy and eat well and drink lots of water we all live your work (and are simps for corpse-)

The ask : could I ask for a corpse husband x reader where they used to get shipped together before they even meet each other and when they meet each other corpse goes soft for reader and they play two rounds In among us together where they are imposters together and corpse is an imposter alone in the other round

Reader info : reader has a very soft voice and is a softie and the pronounce is she/her or they/them ( as you wish)

Again you don't gotta do it if you don't want to

Thanks so much for the ask, An. I was feeling like shit and this was a lot of fun to write. I’m sorry though, I completely read over the part where the reader was supposed to have a soft voice. I’ll see if I can make another one with this specification sometime. Also, I wrote this rather quickly because I’m watching Twilight for the first time and now my feelings are hurt.

#CorpseBride - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse / Reader

Twitter wasn’t really your forte, but you knew how to get around. It’s just that you never really had the time to check it, let alone to see what’s on the trending page every single day. At the very least, you were capable of replying to your friends’ stuff and letting your viewers know when you were streaming or when a new video would be up. Again, you weren’t a pro, but you got by.

Until you didn’t.

“Hey, everyone,” you greeted, and immediately went to change your Among Us figure to its usual colour and outfit before someone else took it.

Everyone welcomed you, while it seemed Toast was still busy trying to get a last person to join.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse’s shot out from the rest of them. It was pure teasing, something he’d grown quite comfortable with ever since people had blatantly started simping for his voice. “Nothing much, honey. How’ve you been?” You cheekily replied. “Pretty good. Streaming still makes me nervous, though.” “You greeted me with ‘Whaddup, baby’ and then proceed to tell me you’re nervous? Don’t get upset when I say that I don’t believe you.” He chuckled at that.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Ha!” you called out, “I doubt this will soothe your nerves, Corpse. You’re teamed up with me now.” You sneaked in a glance at chat. “We are not an old married couple! If anything, he can be my bitch for this round. I’m just not gonna murder anyone.”

And that’s basically how it went. He managed to kill three people and still wasn’t being sussed. “Alright, I think I’ve tortured him enough,” you laughed, “I’ll even spare Sykkuno for the man.”

You managed to corner Toast and killed him in a corner where the water wheels were, before heading out into admin. You vented until you found Corpse in Labs and jumped out. It was right when Sykkuno walked in.

“Oh, god no. Please, Sykkuno.”

Your kill count still wasn’t down yet and he was obviously planning to run straight out the door to hit the emergency button, but he was stopped. Corpse had murdered him in an instant.

Your mouth was hanging open. “Did… Did he just kill Sykkuno for me?” Chat was going absolutely wild. “What the fuck just happened?” You decided to report the body anyway.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” Corpse growled, “Not my best friend, Sykkuno.”

You had to mute yourself to keep the laughter at bay. Corpse evidently vouched for you, saying you’d walked in on the body together. Felix was sussed and voted out.

“Corpse, you killed me!” Sykkuno cried out.

“I’m so sorry, Sykkuno! I wanted to spare you but you walked in at the wrong time!” You pleaded.

“Sacrifices had to be made,” Corpse merely responded.

“Wait, what happened?” Sean asked.

“I walked in on one of them venting and then Corpse killed me!”

“Collateral damage. You watched me get killed one time, too.”

“Blame me, Sykkuno. It was my fault,” but you were laughing as you said it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such regret coming from an imposter,” Sean laughed along, “Also, why the fuck were you two being so slow? Three meetings in and you’d only killed three people.”

“Corpse was simping for me,” you replied.

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were. Otherwise you would’ve asked me what the hell I’d been doing that entire time.”

“Fuck off,” he laughed.

“Corpse is an UWU-boy!”

“Oh my god, you guys are already trending.”

“Wait, what?”

Your phone was being blasted off to space, getting tons of messages with the hashtag #CorpseBride. It was number 1 trending on Twitter.

“So… whaddup, baby?”

“Oh no, you better buy me a drink first.”

“Sure.”

You hadn’t thought he’d been serious in that moment, until he’d asked you to meet up after the game had ended. You hesitantly agreed, but reminded him that he absolutely did not have to participate in this just for the meme. “I’m not doing this for the meme,” he’d said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, I just never knew how. It seemed like the perfect timing.”

You met him at his apartment, knowing how he was about going out in public, and feeling extremely nervous. You’d brought takeout, and because you hadn’t been sure what he wanted you’d ordered way too much. Upon opening the door, he looked at you, down at the bag, and said, “Shit, you got food?” Not really knowing what else to say, you simply replied, “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have lots of leftovers, then.”

He smiled, gave you a hug that ended way too fast and left you paralyzed for a minute, and then invited you in. It turned out he’d already ordered food, too. “Plenty to choose from,” he laughed awkwardly. “Uh… You got any neighbours who might want some?” you asked.

“I-I don’t really talk to anyone outside of my friend group.”

“Oh, of course. I could go around, if you’d like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

You furrowed your brows. “Of course I would. Why not?”

“Alright, but let me at least come with you. You just do the talking.”

Three knocks at three different doors later, and someone accepted the offer and took over some of the food. “Hang on a minute,” the elderly man said, clad in only his pyjamas and a bathrobe, managing to make the situation even more uncomfortable, “Aren’t you my neighbour? You always scurry off before I get the chance to talk to you!”

You looked at Corpse, and he back at you, and you turned back to the elderly man. “He, uh… He’s very people shy. He has anxiety. I’m trying to help him cope. Also, his vocal chords are damaged.” Nothing you’d said so far had been a lie, technically, but the man still remained sceptical. “Then why didn’t you just leave a note or something?”

“Uh…” you jumped at the small voice appearing from behind you. It’s just that his ‘small voice’ is still nothing close to small. “I know, I’m terribly sorry, sir. I also just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anything, I’m just a few doors away.”

This seemed to please the man enough.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“I made you?!” You gasped, “I didn’t make you do anything, you filthy liar! You’re just as bad in real life as in Among Us, when you’re the impostor and I’m the innocent crewmate.”

“No comment.”

“I didn’t even ask you a question.”

“No comment.”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass.”

You both laughed. Corpse hesitated for just a moment, but decided to ask anyway, “Were you nervous when I opened the door?”

You chuckled awkwardly, admitting, “Yeah, I was. I always get anxious meeting people. Well, we’d met before, of course. But just, you know, in real life.”

“I get it.”

You stood there in silence for a moment, until you noticed the rest of the takeout in your hands was getting cold. “Come on, wife,” he joked, linking his pinkie finger with yours, “Let me get you that drink.”

If he hadn’t dragged you along then and there, you could’ve sworn your knees would’ve given out.

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