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marvel-m-lee · 4 years ago

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Fire, Note books and a- kid? •Part 1 of M-Verse•

Warning! This series will include gruesome descriptions of blood, bodies etc. These may be rare but they will be graphic. (This one doesn't have much tickling but it has a⁸ little haha)

This Series is also a tickls series, so if you dont like it, sorry oof.

Fandom: Marvel

"CRAP" Sam yelled as he flew right under a collapsing tie beam. "Language!" The cap yelled through the intercom, they were on a mission. There had been an explosion in an old warehouse building, no one knows how it happened but once they got there the place was covered with fire and dead bodies.

They were now in the building, fighting what they believed to be ex hydra workers that went into hiding for more experiments.

Cap fought from the ground whilst Sam was trying to get some shots from above while reading looked for any potential prisoners.

"Ain't seeing nothing from RedWibg Cap, the place is about to blow, we've gotta get out" Steve had just taken out about 17- now 18 Hydra agents, throwing them in the burning flames or beating them in combat.

"Alright, have one more look around the perimeter. Nat get the Jet prepared for exit incase the place actually does blow" He yelled, fighting off the last two Hydra agents in his area, throwing one onto another knocking them into a large fire screaming.

"K, sam make sure there arent any survivors" Nat ran back to the jet and started it up, the lights turning on as it slowly began to hover over the ground.

"Will do Widow" Sam flew up above the collapsing building to get another view of the area.

"Black Widow or Natasha" A sassy voice explained down the intercom.

"Okay Spider Lady" A grunt was heard that made both Cap and Sam laugh. Sam was looking through Redwing and his own eyes and couldn't seem to spot anything. "It all seems clear" Just as he were about to fly back down though he noticed something.

A young girl, her hair stuck together with some blood, mixed with dirt and wood. Her skin covered with brown mud and small cuts, she wore a white ripped hospital gown, too no longer white- or had seemed to be in years?...

"Holy shit-"

"Language!"

"There's a kid- west bound, see if you can get her. Covered in dirt and seemingly blood, right near where the fire seemed to have started from the burnt wood scraps and dying fires around her"

"A kid? West bound? Nat how long we got left?" Steve asked, running through the flames, dodging their burns and running as fast as he could.

"Before the place explodes? From my view about 150 seconds, just over two minutes. But you're gonna need to be fast so we can all get out." Nat watched over the intercoms and the computers showing where Steve was.

"Take a left"

"What?"

"Take a left! I'm giving you the fastest route to the west bound. Keep running until you find large doors, go through them and the last one at the end should lead to the girl"

Steve stopped asking the questions and complied. It wasnt his first time saving a kid, but the closer he got, the more he saw about the place. Cages, torture chambers, training halls.

This place wasnt a good one, especially for a kid... He thought.

He found the large doors, chained shut. Before he reached them he threw his shield, breaking the locks almost instantly. He ran through, but stopped in his tracks. The room was full of blood, the sticky walls glossed over, there were bones, some shattered, some scattered. Not hundreds, probably enough for the bodies of a good couple of people though... it was gruesome. Some of the worst things he had seen in a while, probably since... well. The blip?..

How was a kid kept here? How did we not know sooner?...

The thoughts span round the super solider head, taking up more time than he would have cared for.

"Steve? What's happened why'd you stop? We've got a minute!" Nat asked, she was getting impatient, the adrenaline was rising and so were the flames, everyone felt on edge here, as soon as they stepped down something felt very wrong.

"Shit, yeah. Alright, I'm going!" Steve ran and soon found the young girl, she didn't seem too strictly harmed for being so close to the flames. And for surviving in this, this prison.

"Got her, how long have I got left?"

"45 seconds"

Steve now had the young girl over his shoulder, he was trying to run even faster than he had before. This place. Something else had been happening here.

As the 100 year old ran though, he seemed to notice the fire die down wherever he ran to, creating a simple path for him to run in. He spotted the jet, Sam was standing in the open doorway, waiting to see if cap would make it. Silently cheering him on.

"10 seconds Cap"

"Start taking off now, we'll make it."

"FUCK NO! HURRY UP MAN" Sam yelled, this time to Captain America ratger rgan through the intercoms.

Time felt like it was going in slow motion, Steve got close enough just to jump and as soon as he did the whole place behind blew up. It all went so quickly after that, Sam grabbed his hand, holding on with all his might as Steve held the young girl. Nat, quicker than ever, sped off into the sky, miles from the ground to make sure the explosion wouldn't hit them as harshly as it should have.

Steve lay on the floor, with the young girl cradled in his arms behind the shield so she wouldn't get burnt. He was staring at her, even though she was covered in- well not so flattering things, she was beautiful. Something within began stirring. Something warm, familiar...

"Holy shit my dude. We almost died!" Sam droned, going to sit down on the chairs they had.

"We usually almost die, its part of our job" Nat explained, walking in and rolling her eyes. "Nahhh, Nat even you know that place was off" Sam looked over to the spy who sighed and walked over to Steve to help him up.

"How's the kid?"

Steve stood up and pulled away the shield to show off a little girl with y/c/h hair, covered in mud and pieces of blood, tucked up into his chest, breathing gently. "Wow" Sam sighed from the back.

"She's not in as much bad of a state as I would have imagined?" Nat said, watching over the little girl. "She wasnt too close to the big fire, must have been thrown into the mud and spotty snow from the explosion." Sam suggested.

Steve just held onto the small angel in his arms. He felt as though it were only he and she in the world, that time was no longer relevant. He memorized every piece of her face, even the pieces with dirt, cuts and bruises.

Suddenly Nat snapped him out of it, "Alright, I'm going to go get Bruce over. See if she's alright. For now just but her on a bed." Steve nodded as the Spider left to go call Dr. Banner.

"We haven't got beds though?- oh fuck you man" Steve laughed at Sam, he had just pulled out a bed from the sides of the ship. "You didnt know?" He teased. He and Nat had let sam sleep on the chairs or ground for the past few years. It seemed to be a secret agreement not to tell him amongst the avengers.

"Nah man, that's cold" Steve placed the little girl down and pulled up the walls of the bed to make sure she wouldn't fall out. Watching her little breaths as Sam's words started to fade away.

"Oi you even listening to me?" Sam asked unamused sitting up and looking at the fallen solider. "She's gonna be alright Steve" Steve sighed, deep down he knew she'd be fine. But he felt something strange. Fear. Like he had just found an old journal or someone he hadn't seen for a very long time.

He sighed and stood up, walking over to the bird man who was now sitting up watching the soldiers actions. They both heard Natasha in the background talking with Bruce.

"She's gonna be alright Steve"

"I hope so..."

It was a while till they had all landed at the compound. Rogers and Wilson played some card games- dont question it, Roger's made Tony buy him loads for each mission. He enjoyed the games. He also won most of them.

Steve picked the young girl up and brought her to Bruce as the doors opened up, they lauded her down on a hospital bed and hurried off. Bruce stayed back checking in on everyone. "The mission?"

"A success as always"

Steve seemed quiet, Sam answering fir him rather than fir himself. He watched the girl be scurried along into the building.

"Did you clean all her wounds?"

"Mhm"

Steve looked down and nodded before they all began walking. He didnt mean to seem any less- well captain america-y, but he definitely had something on his mind. Bruce began to follow quickly to ask what's up.

"Hmm? Oh.. nothing. Just worried for the child" Steve tried to brush the feeling off but couldn't his gut had other plans. They wanted to see the girl, see if she was okay.

"She's gonna be alright, she only needs a few tests done- safe ones of course, blood pressure, cut cleansing etc" Bruce smiled at the much taller man. Oh god he was short. Steve smiled back to the Dr with 7 PHD's.

"Thanks Banner, I'm gonna go see Stark"

"Okay, stay safe, I'll tell you when she's improved"

Steve nodded and walked into the building, turning an opposite way to Banner and going to go see Stark. Steve was secretly very grateful Bruce would tell him about the child once she was improving. He felt a connection.

"Stark?" The 100 year old asked, knocking on the doors to the Lab.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, Open the Doors for Roger's Pleade and Thank you" The billionaire didnt move from his seat, he had been working on some new tech as usual.

"Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y" Steve walked in, still in his spandex from the mission covered in blood and dirt with little scuff marks all over from the fire flames.

"Its an 8 Code Pin Rogers"

"I know I know, I just can't seem to remember it"

Tony rolled his eyes and looked up leaning on his chair with one arm resting over the top.

"What's up?"

Steve furrowed his brows. "Hmm?"

"You, you seem... less Super, more Man"

Steve rolled his eyes, "I'm not Super Man Tony!" Tony just shrugged and chewed the side of his cheek.

"Dunno there Cap" The genius stood up and walked over to him, the man was much seemingly smaller without his heals on, just bare foot walking around. He got extremely close to the Cap and got on his tip toes leaning in. If he wanted he could have kissed the man he were so close, though they both knew it wouldn't happen, Tony just liked getting close to annoy people.

That's when the billionaire squealed and almost fell to the ground with a jump back, a light blush on his face. "Dick" Steve smirked at the man, he sure was one ticklish man, billionaire, genius who cares. He was still ticklish. Tony went to go sit back down.

"So what's up?" This time, happily keeping his distance.

"I saved a kid today"

Tony furrowed his brows and chuckled, slowly clapping his hands. "Well done soldier, you saved a kid"

"Tony im serious"

"Well I didn't really think you were lying-"

Steve stepped forward making the Billionaire loose his confidence. He never minded being tickled, but then again it didnt help his reputation being melted into a giggly mess. He was still really nervous. Steve smirked at the man but then continued.

"She was covered in dirt and bits of blood. But before I found her, I ran through a hall. It was Dark, but the raging fires lit it up. There were bones, scattered. Probably enough for a good few people, some big some small. And blood, all over the walls..."

Steve tensed up, remembering the place. "It reminded me of the war with Thanos."

Tony stayed quiet, no longer fearful of childish tickles. It seemed horrifying. Even for them. "Okay, send me the Locations, I'll get F.R.I.D.A.Y up and working on it alright?" Tony wasn't the best when it came to comforting, but he knew he could do something.

Steve looked up at him and smiled thankfully, but Tony coukd tell there was something else bothering. Yet he didn't want Steve to be too focused on it all.

"Hey, here" Tony grabbed something from within a draw, it had a captain America's shield on the front, he handed it to steve. Just a normal sketch book. And some pencils. "You're welcome to use these and sit down at the window or something while I work. Keep your mind off things.

"Thanks Tony" Steve smiled at the billionaire, he wasnt great at comforting, but he knew what Steve wanted. It was a strange friendship that's for sure.

"Look at the first page too! I did a little something" The billionaire smirked as Steve turned the book open, on the front was an IronMan helmet with a little speech bubble saying "I Am IronMan" and a little stick figure with a shield in a cage in the bottom corner saying "I stink!"

Tony burst out laughing at Steve's expression. Let's just say his laughing continued for longer than expected...

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asimawv · 5 years ago

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I write and conceptualize story to music, so I’ve compiled a playlist of 30 Darkest Dungeon-specific songs that I listen to when writing (and subsequently re-writing) in no particular order, which I hope will help you set the vibe too. :+)

Names in bold are links for easy listening - tons of Hozier and Of Monsters and Men up ahead, five minute warning.

1. ‘Fire and the Flood’ - Vance Joy

If you listen to nothing else on this list, listen to this one - it’s the kind of song that’s made for movies about yearning. Folk influences, choruses of trumpets and vocal harmony, and instruments that are layered for a rich, resonant sound. This is the song I imagine Dismas and Reynauld horse-racing through a crowded outdoors market in the hamlet to, and the song I listened to nonstop freshman year when I first started writing The Myth of Sisyphus.

You're the fire and the flood And I'll always feel you in my blood Everything is fine When your hand is resting next to mine Next to mine You're the fire and the flood

The chorus is built around biblical allusions to the fire (the burning bush signifying first contact) and the flood (destruction of the first world), the beginning and end. Every line is similarly evocative of Darkest Dungeon in their simplicity (“I’ve been getting used to waking up with you,” etc.)

2. ‘Soldier, Poet, King’ - The Oh Hellos

By the title alone you can guess who this is for. Even the Guild quote for the Leper approaches these three things as the defining parts of his character (specifically it’s “a ruined man, a warrior, and a poet.”) This song coincidentally has an old world influence to it, with a Medieval Renaissance style from a guitar playing a lute-adjacent melody.

There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

To be smeared with oil is to be anointed by a prophet and thus chosen by god himself to be king, just as David was and his boy after him (presumably Solomon). There’s something strangely wistful about the imagery, which is just how I like my songs about bygone kings.

3. ‘Exit Hymn’ - Bear Attack!

This song is about the end of the world in a version where everyone simply stands together in silence watching, rather than having the masses swarming in panic.

Lovely shapes to the world descending, Brothers and sisters. Lovely shapes to the world descending, Brothers and sisters Mute.

It defies Lovecraftian horror, which is based on the premise that “common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large” - it flies in the face of existential nihilism and the despair that it should bring us. That’s why I like this song for deaths in the end-boss fight; it also has a special place for other death-related ideas, like full-party wipes - entire teams of people vanishing into the dungeons, gone insane, holding hands while the darkness surrounds them.

It’s a bare song which has a sanctity to it, mostly just piano and rain and human voices. Just what you would hear at the end of the world.

More under the cut:

4. ‘Pursuit of Glory’ - Jhameel

This song is laid-back. It doesn’t have the Homeric intensity that some of the other songs here do - it’s a guy with a guitar and vocal harmony. By god is it a great piece of writing though (all of Jhameel’s older songs have that quality to them), and all of it is evocative of Darkest Dungeon.

So many eyes set on the path to glory Too many ties, friendship is for the lonely Can't still my heart, my tongue has tasted folly Thirsty for art, hungry for power and money

This is a song for everyone in the barracks, especially the ‘laundry list’ of people and their approaches to the pursuit of glory.

5. ‘Good Old Days’ - Macklemore (feat. Kesha)

This fucker put a Macklemore song in here. I did, yeah. It’s not even the only song with Kesha in it here (I’m sorry.)

It’s a sentimental pop song, and I am sentimental to a fault. This is Darkest Dungeon AMV material, and I always mishear one of the lines as “we were underground, loaded mercs in that 12-passenger van” so it’s here.

We've come so far, I guess I'm proud And I ain't worried about the wrinkles around my smile I've got some scars, I've been around I've felt some pain, I've seen some things, but I'm here now Those good old days

6. ‘Past Lives‘ - Kesha

Here it is, the other Kesha song - this was introduced to me by a good friend, also in a Darkest Dungeon context. There’s just something about the lovers spanning time trope and finding each other in one life to the next that is irresistible (for the obvious reason in the context of Darkest Dungeon.) It’s a soft song, totally out of place in Kesha’s typical discography, and has a line about losing someone to the crusades, so... you know.

There's just somethin' about you I know Started centuries ago though You see your kiss is like a lost ghost Only I would know But I, I keep on falling for you Time after time Time after time

7. ‘Viva la Vida’ - Coldplay

You cannot fight this. You know that this is the song for King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem, you know it is. Did you know the official name of this genre of music is “Baroque pop”? Yes, that means more songs like this exist. You will live with this information now.

Don’t fight it. Just let it wash over you.

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never, never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world

Mirror, sword, and shield, the three other members of his party, his missionaries in a foreign field. Thinking emoji. I typed that out so I wouldn’t have a repeat of the crab emoji incident.

8. ‘The Boxer’ - Jerry Douglas (feat. Mumford & Sons, Paul Simon)

Partly inspired by the Bible, Simon & Garfunkle’s ‘The Boxer’ is a folk rock song about poverty, loneliness, and homesickness. It’s written and sung in a style that’s strongly reminiscent of older times, and the final verse about its eponymous boxer is particularly powerful:

In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of ev'ry glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains

This is what I use for Dismas’ life leading into organized crime and his foolish abandonment of stable job prospects in a half-baked bid for fame, as well as being punched down over and over again but with nowhere else to go. That last part is widely applicable across the cast.

9. ‘I Will Wait’ - Mumford & Sons

I am but a simple man. I see 'folk rock' and add it to my Darkest Dungeon playlist. This song I use for Reynauld - it has that sort of “salt of the earth,” somewhat biblical humility in its choice of words and style.

Raise my hands Paint my spirit gold And bow my head Keep my heart slow

10. ‘Little Lion Man’ - Mumford & Sons

Have we not beaten this song to death yet? Can you blame us? This is the people’s song. We reserve it for all of our favorite fuck-up characters, as primal as Saturn devouring his son. We love this song. Jesus.

Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble little lion man, You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

The line about learning from your mother in particular is why I think of this song for Dismas’ introspection, but I also associate it with the Hellion.

11. ’From Eden’ - Hozier

There’s too much Hozier in my playlists. There is so much of it, and it’s all important to me, says the hoarder. There’s something about profoundly intimate folk music that I love, and god put folk, R&B, blues, and alt rock into a Vitamix for 45 seconds to make Hozier.

Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

‘From Eden’ is, according to Hozier, about idolizing someone from a distance, written from the perspective of the devil “looking longingly at something he desires - for everything that he does not have.” I associate this song with the Grave Robber for its playfully nihilistic tone - Audrey does say something to the effect of being left for dead by high society and the affectionate bordering condescending address is on-brand.

12. ‘Cherry Wine’ - Hozier

‘Cherry Wine’ is unabashedly about domestic violence, and its sincerity is heartbreaking, the sanctification of the blood spilled in the name of keeping her.

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

This song is strongly tied to the Vestal for me.

13. ‘Work Song’ - Hozier

A song about unconditional love - heaven and hell were just words, indeed.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

I think of this song for both Dismas and the Abomination - it’s a song about love transcending spiritual and even physical need, complete devotion, but something about it is also not quite right. It’s morbid and excessive, self-pitying, and almost ugly in its sincerity.

14. ‘Sunlight’ - Hozier

The strong gospel influence with the choruses, church organ, religious fervor - I think it makes a great song for traveling scenes and church/altar scenes.

I had been lost to you, sunlight Flew like a moth to you, sunlight oh sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight (sunlight, sunlight) But it is sunlight

15. ‘Arsonist’s Lullabye’ - Hozier

The gospel this time is paired with electric rock instrumentation. Something about the lamentation is unapologetic and matter-of-fact in its disturbing inclinations - this is Paracelsus’ song. Arguably representative of Bounty Hunter and Flagellant as well.

Now that I think about it, it’s great for Abomination as well. Damn.

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash

16. ‘We Sink’ - Of Monsters and Men

Of Monsters and Men are closer to the indie rock/pop spectrum with influences of folk, with much less biblical influence and more folklore-inspired lyrics. They make for great trailer and action songs.

We are the sleepers, we bite our tongues We set the fire and we let it burn Through the dreamers, we hear the hum They say come on, come on, let's go So come on, come on, let's go

In Lovecraft’s Cthulu mythos, dreams are how the Old Ones commune with humans on the earth’s surface while they slumber in the ocean depths (Cthulhu fhtagn meaning “Cthulhu is dreaming”); I like to think of the ‘sleepers’ as the heroes being tasked to “set the fire” and the ‘dreamers’ being the Heir and Ancestor driven by some unseen force to unearth the antediluvian underground.

17. ‘I Of The Storm’ - Of Monsters and Men

Very somber song, overwhelmingly piano and snare drum and vocals. Also a great death scene song, or for introspection around the campfire, or played to reveal a major event.

If I could face them If I could make amends With all my shadows I'd bow my head And welcome them

18. ‘King and Lionheart’ - Of Monsters and Men

My favorite OMAM song - it’s clearly written about two children, kind of reminiscent of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ in its fantastical nature, and very upbeat about the end of the world.

His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly Pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind Though far away, though far away, though far away We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same

This part is reminiscent of the Leper’s journey, but the mentions of taking over a town, howling ghosts, the end of the world, a black sea and creatures lurking below, etc. are all evocative of Darkest Dungeon.

19. ‘Little Talks’ - Of Monsters and Men

Also very upbeat for its subject matter - according to OMAM, it’s a narrative of a woman speaking with the ghost of her dead husband, or going insane and believing that she’s speaking with her dead husband.

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

The call-and-respond style of the song is haunting. I like this song for expeditions and afflicted heroes.

20. ‘Wolves Without Teeth’ - Of Monsters and Men

Suitable for both Occultist and Abomination, being consumed by an unseen and otherworldly force that inhabits them - well, maybe just rarely seen, in the Abomination’s case. Special mention to OMAM’s ‘Human,’ same conceptual backing but more raw.

You hover like a hummingbird Haunt me in my sleep You're sailing from another world Sinking in my sea, oh You're feeding on my energy I'm letting go of it He wants it

21. ‘Desierto’ (Original Motion Picture Score) - Woodkid

This is a full album, because all of it is dark orchestral cinema music described as ‘unsettling,’ with the sole exception of ‘Land of All,’ which has vocals to it. I reserve this album for writing fight scenes and for particularly unsettling events because it’s tense and wordless. I read Junji Ito to this soundtrack too, it’s insanely high-strung and discordant.

22. ‘Iron’ - Woodkid

‘Iron’ qualifies as Baroque pop - you might recognize this as the Assassin’s Creed: Revelations song. The large-scale, cinematic style of it and thematic lyrics make it great for writing about dramatic encounters or brigands.

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million miles from home, I'm walking away I can't recall your eyes, your face

23. ‘Never Let You Down’ - Woodkid (feat. LYKKE LI)

Another somber song, orchestral with some industrial noise in the mix - another great introspection song, or one for a scene with some hard decisions to be made.

Will you come along cause I'm about to leave this town In my eyes, a waterfall, all I can hear, a siren call Could you be waiting by the shore, oh I could drown without you Will you be holding out the line when I fall?

24. ‘Run Boy Run’ - Woodkid

Church bells, fast percussion, strong orchestral presence. For chase scenes, obviously, but great for fast-paced sneaking scenes as well. Also has a strong quasi-Medieval fantasy setting style to it.

Tomorrow is another day And you won't have to hide away You'll be a man, boy! But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

25. ‘I Love You’ - Woodkid

Don’t let the scream effects and aggressive percussion at the beginning deter you (it kind of took me by surprise the first few times too) - it soon fades into more of the church bells and melodic string accompaniment.

Oh yeah, unrequited love song? It’s free (mental) real estate, baby.

Is there anything I could do Just to get some attention from you? In the waves, I've lost every trace of you Where are you?

26. ‘Vagabonds’ - Grizfolk

A rare departure from folk! Grizfolk is alt rock/indie pop. Stylistically it doesn’t match the feeling of Darkest Dungeon, but lyrically it’s almost 1:1 to arrival in the hamlet and the subsequent expeditions. Good song for writing about recruits bonding.

Oh this careless ground, guessing this is home now Oh in no man's land, at least we're still standing And we're all just fighting, some of us will not return And there's no redemption in trying to find your way out

27. ‘Everybody Wants To Rule The World’ - Lorde

Great trailer fuel, if you’ve seen the AC: Unity E3 trailer with this song - I listen to an extended version when writing fights in the Guild, especially one where two heroes are beefing. It’s got a primal kind of thing going on. I also associate this song with the Arbalest - lyrically, it fits her backstory like a glove.

Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you

Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on mother nature

28. ‘Torches’ - X Ambassadors

More alt rock/indie pop - kind of a rallying song for dark expeditions, hopeful but still somber in nature - some gospel elements. X Ambassadors’ more popular ‘Renegades’ is also a fun tavern song.

Come on, carry your flame Carry it higher Leave it in the darkness Carry your torches

29. ‘Passing Afternoon’ - Iron & Wine

This is a song I use for reconciliation or domestic scenes - Dismas with Junia in the garden, for example. It’s soft and kind of meandering, and features vintage piano - you know, the piano you heard in the basement of your church turned community center as a child.

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

30. ‘Some Nights’ - Fun.

You know this song, your mom knows this song, everyone knows this song from like, middle school. Thought it’d be fun to end this list on an uplifting and very popular song. This is the song that a Disney adaptation of Darkest Dungeon would use in the Training Montage™ - from the point of view of Reynauld. It hits all of the points - being their commander rather than their equal, his stern and antisocial zealotry with no true ideology behind it, the ghost of his wife.

Verse 2, starting with “Well, that is it, guys, that is all / Five minutes in and I'm bored again” is where I see it transitioning to Dismas.

Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end 'Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights, I always win (I always win) But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know

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Well that’s all from me! Feel free to leave your own recommendations in the replies, and I’d love to know what you think about my personal picks. :+)

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ladypurplejanewrynn · 4 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast (Andujane version) chapter 1

Once upon a time, there was a Kingdom ruled by a powerful king named Varian. The king was a very skilled fighter and a great ruler. One day, the king decided to go for a ride on his horse and met a really beautiful blond woman on the way. She was wearing a simple dress and had her hair down. He asked her for her name. She smiled and answered him that her name is Tiffin. The two of them quickly became friends. They start it spending more time together until one day they fell in love with each other and confessed each other their love. A few years later they got married with each other and they lived happily as husband and wife. And one day the queen got pregnant with triplets. They both were happy about starting a family. Unfortunalty their joy didn’t last longer. After 9 months, Tiffin gave birth to the 3 children, but she lost too much blood and she passed away. Varian felt a lot of pain after losing his wife. He named the first child Anduin, the second one Sophie and the last one Austin. It wasn’t an easy task to take care of the children, especially if there was 3 of them. The kids grew up healthy and well. Anduin was a blue eyed kind hearted blond boy, willing to help anyone in need. Sophie was a blue eyed lovely girl, loving challanges and to goof around. As for Austin, he was blond like his siblings with the diffrence that his eyes were in a dark shade of purple. He acted a lot diffrent than his two siblings. He was arrogent and selfish. He didn’t care about anyone, not even his own family. He even once had a serious fight with Anduin and Sophie had to separate them.

One day, king Varian went on the battlefield to fight off their enemies and has put Anduin in the charge while he’s away. The battle end it up with success. However, while the battle one of the enemies used a poisoned blade giving a deadly injury to the current king. Varian came back home, but days by days he was becoming weaker until one day, when he was laying in his bed, as his death was coming closer, he crowned Anduin as the new king of the Kingdom. Austin was very unhappy about hearing that. "Why his brother and not him? He deserved it more than him" thought the prince. Varian died a few days later. Everyone was at his grave. Everyone beside Austin. The prince was busy planning revange on his own brother. After hours of searching for a book in the library, he finally found the book he was looking for. The Book of the Void magic. Austin studied the whole book and at night he sneaked out of his room. He took his gryphon and flew to one of the most darkest places in the world in search of an artifact called "the wand of the Old Gods". Once he found it, he made a plan to assassin his own brother, when the time is right. This way, he wanted to take over the control of the whole Kingdom. The next day, when Anduin was all alone, Austin approched him and attacked. Luckly Anduin noticed him and dodged the attack. "By the light’s sake, what the hell are you doing Austin?" asked the young king. "I am taking your place on the throne. That’s what i’m doing." answered the traitor prince as he casted a spell with the wand, making two tentacules grabbing his brother by the arms. "Now that i got you in place, is time for me to get rid of you once and for all." said Austin as he smiled, grabbing a very sharp blade and approching his brother. Anduin struggled to get his arms free. He used the light to make them let go of him. Just before Austin menaged to get closer, he got himself free and dodged another attack. He used the light to blind his brother and kick the wand out of his hand. While Austin was on the floor, covering his eyes from the pain, Anduin took the wand and broke it.

The guards came in as they’ve heared loud noises of the fight. Anduin ordered them to arrest Austin and throw him in prison for the time being, while he decides his punishment for the betrayal. Austin was locked for a week. One day, he got summoned to the throne room by his brother. "Austin, you have commited an unforgivable crime against the king of Stormwind. As your punishment i banish you from the kingdom for eternity. And you shall never come back." said Anduin. "What? You can’t do that. I am your own brother. How dare you?" asked the traitor prince. "Actually i can. Guards, take him away, please." said the young king. The guards took Austin by the arms and dragged him away. "This is so unfair! I should be king instead of this two goody two shoes. It isn’t over brother! I promise I’ll have my revange." shouted Austin while being dragged away. After the traitor prince has been banished, the young king went to his room. A moment later Sophie joined him to comfort him. "Hey, i know you feel bad about the whole Austin banishment. But maybe that’s for the best? The two of you always were fighting anyway." said the princess. "I know dear sister. I know. The thing is, i thought that maybe one day we would come to agreements and improve our relationship. But instead, it got even worse then it was before. I wish, we could live as a happy family. First mom died after giving birth to the three of us. Then dad died because of the deadly wound that was unable to be healed. And now our brother’s betrayal. There’s only the two of us left. And sooner or later i will have to find a woman to be my queen." said Anduin. "And what’s the problem with finding yourself a girlfriend?" asked Sophie out of curiousity. "The thing is that i don’t feel ready. And even thought i have a choice between arranged marriage and marriage out of love, I want to marry someone I will truly fall in love with. Just like father did. It must be someone special. Someone who will be kind and caring. Soft and loving. Someone who will be fun to talk too. I don’t want to marry someone cold, selfish, snobby and boring." answered the king. Then an idea came in Sophie’s mind:"What about we organize a ball? This way you’ll get to spent some time with ladies and you’ll get to choose the one you’ll be interested in." "Do we even have to do this?" asked the king. "Oh come on! Don’t be such a buzzkill. Even if you won’t find the lady of your dreams, at least you’ll get to chill and relax a little. Isn’t that right?" asked the princess with a smile on her face. "Alright, you might be right. I kinda need some more time of relax and chilling. Let’s do this then." said Anduin.

Meanwhile, Austin was already planning to get revenge on his brother. He decided to pay a visit to the banshee witch Sylvanas. He made a deal with her. She would cast a curse on his brother and the whole kingdom of Stormwind. And in exchange he would find and give her an artifact that would bring her back to life. While the traitor prince went in the search of the artifact, the banshee went on her way to the kingdom. Meanwhile, the party start it. A huge amount of ladies were flirting with the king, trying to get his attention but none of them seemed to be his type. The young king had a few dances with some of them. But he found them boring or self-centered. A moment later he went to sit on his throne. "What’s wrong brother? You seem to be bored." asked Sophie. "All these ladies are very pretty. But none of them seems to be what I’m looking for. They’re all just seems interested in me because I’m the king. I feel like they don’t really care about getting to know who I truely am." answered Anduin. Suddenly the music stopped as a flying figure appeared in the room. "Ah, the young king of Stormwind. I was looking for you." said the banshee. "Who are you? And what do you want from me?" asked the king as he got up from his throne. "Oh, is nothing personal. You don’t have to worry." said the witch. "What does that even mean?" asked Anduin. Suddenly a pair of chains caught him by the wrists. "What the...?" asked the king as he struggled, trying to free himself. "Leave my brother alone you witch!" shouted the princess rushing at Sylvanas. But another pair of chains shackled her as well. The guards made an attempt to fight off the witch, but they have gotten overpowered by the chains. The visitors start it panicking and tried to leave only to get caught by the chains as well. "No one is leaving till I’m done." said the witch and start it casting a spell. Everyone got blinded by a dark purple light. A moment later Anduin woke up. He was on the floor and the witch was already gone. He looked around and instead of his subjects, he saw living objects looking at him. He felt really weird. He felt that something has happened to him as well. Suddenly a candlestick approached him:"Anduin, my brother is that really you?" Anduin thought a little:"Did this candlestick just called me it’s brother? Wait is this...?" He looked at the candlestick again:"Sophie, is that really you? What happend to you? What happend to everyone?" Then he noticed his voice have gotten a bit deeper. "Looks like the witch cast it a curse on our kingdom. She turned everyone into an object and looks like she turned you into a beast." said the princess. "A what?" asked the king and rushed to the closest mirror. What he saw horrified him. He saw a beast that looked like a werewolf and had the blond fur. He couldn’t believe that it was him. "How...how shall I reverse all of this?" asked he himself. He noticed a small note sticked to the mirror:"If you want to reverse the curse, you have to find the true love of your life. Only the kiss of the true love will reverse the curse." Austin kept his part of the deal and gave the artifact Sylvanas was looking for.

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pregnant-javert · 4 years ago

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Can we still send prompts? If so is there any chance you could write melaudrey reuniting on the train after melanie’s rescue from the research station? (a sort of continuation of that 2parter you did where the 10car train saves melanie and she has that talk in bed with alex) i’m curious to see melanie’s reaction to audrey being held captive lmao

Hey anon! I really liked this prompt, and I have finished a fic for it! I had to sit on it for a while, but it’s there! Under the cut :) this will be posted on AO3 later! tw for suicidal thoughts.

When the door to Audrey’s mini-prison slides open, she doesn’t expect Melanie to be standing just beyond the threshold. It’s been a long, torpid day—Till came to check on her, but she seemed distracted—Audrey was left alone while everyone was busy with looking after the newly-reclaimed Melanie. Evening settles over the room slowly: the light turns pink, then orange, then dark red. Audrey spends the day pacing the room, her head empty. She’s sitting in the corner when the other woman shows up. “Melanie?”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice hoarse and weak. “It’s me. Back from the dead.”

“I thought I’d lost you,” Audrey says. “When I saw you on the tracks.”

Melanie is holding an oxygen tank, and catches Audrey staring at it. “Yeah. It’s my newest accessory. I hate it, but I can’t breathe without it.” At Audrey’s expression, she adds, “It’s not permanent. Just until my lungs heal.” She sits on the floor next to Audrey, leaning against the wall.

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see for myself if they actually took you. I didn’t believe it when Layton told me.”

“Well, I’m here now. Unsurprisingly.” Audrey remembers Alex’s snarky remark: are we bringing anyone we actually want? It still stings, three days on. She chooses not to mention this, however. “How are you feeling?” she asks instead.

“Like I’ve been gassed. And run over with a truck.” As if to demonstrate, she dissolves into a fit of dry coughing. Audrey moves to help her, but Melanie pushes her away. “I’m okay,” she says once she’s regained her breath. “It just happens sometimes.”

Audrey feels a shot of guilt, for every injury Melanie sustained can be traced back to Wilford’s doing. Why didn’t she try harder to stop the train? Instead it was Alex who ended up going against Wilford, slashing his neck. It occurs to her that Melanie has no idea what she did. Audrey went to Big Alice after Melanie left. She doesn’t know that I’m hated, or that I pushed everyone away. It’s so tempting to not reveal it at all, to not add Melanie to her shit list.

“By the way, Alex told me everything,” Melanie says, ruining that fantasy. “I’m surprised you were with him. I thought you’d never go back.”

“He has a way of dragging you in.”

“Don’t I know it,” Melanie sighs. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. They roughed me up when they brought me here.” As if to demonstrate, Audrey shows Melanie her wrists, with the bruises refusing to fade. She doesn’t expect sympathy, but Melanie does say she’s sorry about it.

“It wasn’t your fault. You weren’t there when they took me.” Audrey sighs, leans back against the wall. The train shakes and judders as it goes over the tracks. “You probably hate me now. For what I did to the others. What I did to Alex.”

“Yeah. I must admit, when she told me everything, it was hard not to storm in here and slap the shit out of you.” Melanie scoffs, then says, “You’re lucky I feel like shit. The only thing that stopped me from doing that is the fact I can’t breathe.”

“Does that mean I have something coming later?”

“Maybe. I mean, a fucking tiara? Seriously, Audrey?”

Audrey groans. “Don’t remind me.” She thought she was on top of the world then, safe by Wilford’s side as train royalty. You should dress in a way that reflects your status, darling. What did that matter now? Audrey was lower than low. A hostage on a pirate train, the bottom of the pecking order. “I acted like an idiot.”

“I almost didn’t believe it. That’s not you. That’s not who I remember.”

“He does a damn good job of making you think it is.” Audrey swallows. “It felt good being like that. Not caring about anyone else. Living in luxury. Until you realise you’re nothing more than a lapdog.”

“Did he hurt you?” Melanie asks softly.

“No, he didn’t. Until he let them hurt me.” Audrey indicates the axe scar on her neck. She almost wants to cry thinking about it. “Anyway, why do you care?”

“I don’t know. I’m just asking.” Melanie might have said more, but she drops into coughing again, desperate and wracking. Audrey holds her up while she goes at it, and even though it finishes quickly, the other woman struggles to catch her breath. “Fuck,” she says. “My lungs feel like they’ve been shredded from the inside.”

“It’s only been three days,” Audrey says ineffectually.

“Yeah, I know.” Melanie sits back, looks out the window. “The cold strikes again.” They sit in uncomfortable silence for a long time; the only noise being Melanie’s laboured breathing. The sun has set properly, and the cabin is rapidly descending into darkness.

“I’m genuinely sorry about Alex,” Audrey says. “She didn’t deserve me treating her like shit.” She means this: if there’s any regret she has, it’s how she treated the younger girl. Audrey remembers, far too vividly, the look of pain on Alex’s face whenever she said something cutting. Lighten up, she’d say. Why do you take everything so seriously? Alex had tried her best to hide it, but Audrey knows how painful it must have been, to be shut out of Wilford’s graces because of her. She’d tried to apologise to Alex yesterday, but was received with open hostility. Exactly what Audrey deserves.

“I’m sorry too,” Melanie says, surprisingly. “I shouldn’t have left her. That was my biggest mistake. Thinking that she’d be safe with you and Wilford.”

This remark doesn’t even sting, because Audrey knows it’s true. “I tried to apologise yesterday. For what it’s worth.”

“What did she say?”

“It wasn’t good. I can’t say it.” You can shove that whiny apology up your ass, Audrey. That was what she’d said, before storming out of the cabin. “I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Melanie says tiredly. “My daughter doesn’t owe you anything. Not after what you did.”

“I get it.” Audrey sighs. “Where do we go from here?”

“I don’t know. I think we’re at an impasse.” Melanie draws her knees up to her chest. “I know you’re just a victim like everyone else. But I can’t see past what you did to Alex. In that way, you’re no better than Wilford. Why? What did she ever do to you? She’s just a child, who was missing her mom. Didn’t you ever feel like that once?”

“My parents were awful to me. I was glad when they died.”

“Even so.” Melanie lays a hand on Audrey’s arm. “I know this isn’t you, Audrey. I know it’s not. You’re kind, tenacious, and fiercely protective of everyone in Third Class. I want to give you another chance, because I know how Wilford is”—her voice cracks—“but I can’t stand seeing my daughter hurt. Especially by someone like you. I thought you were better than that.”

“I thought so too.”

“I can’t reconcile it,” Melanie says, drawing away. “Every time I look at her, I think of all the abuse she suffered at you and Wilford’s hands. I can’t look at you the same way. Knowing you were capable of that. Are capable of that. I really am sorry. If it wasn’t for her, this might have gone differently. But Alex is my first priority now.” She sighs, readjusts the nasal tube. “Can you help me stand? I don’t think I can get up from this floor without passing out.” Audrey does so, pulling Melanie up from her seated position. She wobbles, but stays on her feet.

“When are we getting back to Snowpiercer?” Audrey asks.

“You’ll have to ask Layton that,” Melanie says, her face distant and impassive. “One last thing.” The slap comes so fast Audrey doesn’t have the time to dodge. It’s not a ladylike action: Melanie puts her whole shoulder into it, and it nearly takes Audrey off her feet.

“Ow,” Audrey says, rubbing her jaw. “Fuck.”

“That’s for Alex. And everyone else you screwed over.” Melanie lets out a breath. “Now we’re even. If I ever catch you mistreating Alex again, I promise there’ll be more than that coming. I will never let you hurt her again.”

“Alright,” Audrey says, her ears ringing too hard to say much else.

“I’ll ask someone to bring you food,” Melanie says by way of farewell, then she sidesteps Audrey and leaves the room. She’s left alone again for a couple of hours, when the door opens just a crack and a stale sandwich is pushed through the gap. Audrey catches a glimpse of Alex’s distrustful face before the door slams shut again.

Pretty lousy dinner, Audrey thinks as she chews the sandwich made of Snowpiercer cheese and raggedy lettuce. It’s hard to feel grateful for it, even though any ‘nice’ food is a considerable indulgence. She overheard Alex suggesting they give her the protein blocks from the Tail.

The sun has fully set, and Audrey can’t find it in herself to turn on the light. She crawls to her sleeping bag, zips herself in. The darkness matches the gloom she feels inside. She has nowhere and no-one—not on this train, or Big Alice or Snowpiercer. Is there even any point in living? Audrey knows the others won’t let her die—she’s too valuable. Wilford will almost certainly kill her, though, and that seems almost enough. Zarah might not even intervene.

When I die, Audrey thinks, I won’t be around to see everyone hate me. Everyone will get their wish—and so will I. She doesn’t even have the strength to cry about it: she just lets the numbness wash over her, and guide her into a fitful sleep.

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typicalmidnightsoul · 5 years ago

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ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋ, ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ - Chapter 1

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝒜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃𝒶

Mafia/Assassin AU

After the prince of Merchants dies his wife takes up his mantle and his empire of criminals, yet now the government locked his wife in jail but the princess of merchants is too clever to be held down. Nesta ran away from Velaris after Feyre tried to control her. She made a name for herself that people respect but now she is in trouble and her mother demands Feyre to get her back. Cassian goes but the shit she has gotten herself into will take a long time to sort out. one catch though, she has 96 hours to live.

This is for the anon with the request to post this on tumblr <3 my tumblr’s messing up so I couldn’t post it with your message on top but I love you Anon!!!!! Thank you for the request!! I’m glad you enjoyed my story!!!

“Hey mom.” Feyre pursed her lips at the female in orange in front of here. Adelaide put her handcuffed hands on the table. She signalled to the guard to get out.

“I probably know the answer to this, but why mom did a prison guard just follow your command.”

Adelaide leaned back, “I have most people here on payroll.”

Feyre groaned, “Only because you’re the princess of merchants.”

After their dad died, their mother in desperation took up his mantle, people feared their mother 10 times more then they feared their father.

“Touché. But anyway… Your sister is in danger.”

Feyre sat up, attentive, “Nesta called a couple of days ago and said she was fine.”

Her mother rolled her eyes, “Feyre I am your mother, if you think you can hide the fact that you tried to control Nesta’s life and therefore she ran away from Velaris and is now one of the most dangerous people on the street. Don’t play dumb, Feyre. But whatever I don’t care about that anymore, what matters now is that Nesta is being hunted down by some very bad people, she has come in possession of a substance that is very dangerous.”

“What shall I do?”

“Well, I was going to handle it my way but I know how much that upset you last time…”

Feyre stood up, “The last time you tried to handle things, you killed people…Nesta can handle herself and she won’t like my meddling.”

“You’re gonna risk your sister’s life because you don’t want to upset her?!” She leaned back smirking, “Guess I’ll just have to send my people down there.”

Feyre relented, “Fine, but whichever one of my friends goes, and they’ll tell Nesta that you sent them. And if my friends don’t want to go then I will. But, please, don’t handle this you’re way.”

“Fine. Who are you planning on sending?” Feyre knew that look.

“Ok mother who do you want me to send?”

“Cassian and one of my people.”

Feyre scoffed, “Cassian?! She’ll rip him apart.”

“And he’ll survive. No one else will be able to manage her temper. She’s my daughter, I know her best.”

“Who else are you planning on sending?”

“Jonah. But he’ll join after, on my orders.”

Feyre flinched. Their half-brother whose existence was unknown to her until very recently, he hated Feyre that hate deepened after that issue with Nesta. But he loved Nesta to bits, and Nesta listened to him. Feyre looked up at the mastermind in front of her.

She was going to send Cassian to take the brunt of her anger and Jonah to calm both of them down.

“Fine. I’ll let Cassian know.”

Before she could go her mother stopped her one more time, "Feyre."

"Get your sister back."

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Nesta ran through the depot. She swiped the card given to her by her source to open the door. A card of highest clearance, her mother would have questions.

“Take a left,” Clare spoke into her ear through comms.

“Clare there are billions of trucks in here.”

“The truck you’re looking for is in the far left, serial number is 234 LMX9.”

“Where is everyone else?!”

“You tripped an alarm; they’re knocking out all the guards who saw it. They’re coming now.”

She got out her handgun and shot the trucks locks on the door busting it open as she climbed in an alarm went off.

“Oh shit Nes! One of the guards pressed the alarm before Helion could make the kill.”

“Its fine I’ve got the case. Just tell them all to get their ass down here.”

She heard footsteps; Vassa, Cresseida, Audrey and Helion came down. Their faces had trickles of blood but they were in one piece.

“You’re all idiots. Come on we need to go.”

“Nesta you leave, Hybern is on our tail you need to get out with that.” Audrey said.

“No offence Cuz but I’m not leaving without you. Actually you guys are leaving before me.”

“What why?”

“Because if Beron finds out we just stole from him our shot for going undercover is gone. I’m alone in this now. We regroup later. You guys need to handle the Queens.”

Audrey nodded, “If you don’t get out and I don’t get a call by midnight that you’re safe I’m coming straight back.”

“Fine you witch now gets lost.”

They all piled into the car leaving Nesta. Nesta had one more thing she needed to find. She went back inside, and pocketed the pen drive that she had plugged into the computer in the front cabin.

As she was leaving a blast caused her to smack down against the wall. She groggily got to her feet, reaching for her briefcase.

“Welcome. Dagdan and Brannagh at your service. What do the call you?”

Nesta slid up her black mask, covering her face,

“They call me Athena.”

She turned both guns out of their holster and shooting the 6 people she saw, she got nicked by one of their bullets. She hissed. She wasn’t outnumbered she could take them on. But the risk of the…

They wanted the brief case. She turned her hand and shot the light board making the whole depot dark.

She ran into a small corner to buy herself time.

“Come out, come out where ever you are,” Brannagh’s sweet voice carried itself to her. They were getting close.

She opened the brief case and eyed the green liquid with blue streaks going through it. She could hear them getting closer. Without another doubt she pushed the syringe inside her.

The feeling was earth wrenching, It was horrifying, like she was being remade.

She ran for the exit, leaving the briefcase. Brannagh had seen the brief case and called her brother over.

“She knows what’s good for her. She left it.”

“Wait,” Brannagh ordered, she opened it, “Shit! The bitch took it herself. Call up Hybern and tell him.

Athena took the Cauldron.”

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She couldn’t keep on running, she had to call Clare, Audrey, someone who…she fell and the last blurry image she saw was black timberland boots walking to her.

She woke up her head thudding against something.

“You do that again and you’ll give yourself brain damage.”

She looked at the ceiling-no roof of a car. A car she recognised.

“What the fuck are you doing here Cassian?!”

She heard the doors lock; she tried to open them to no use.

”Let me out!!”

He looked at her in the rear view mirror.

”never thought I’d have to use the child lock on you sweetheart.”

”Let. Me. Out.”

”No can do mummy’s orders.”

Her face softened, “my mom sent you.”

He hesitated then nodded. She dragged a hand through her hair.

”i need to go and see someone. Clare or someone-“

Pure rage took over his features and he braked the car so hard that Nesta almost fell. He got out of the car and climbed into the back, pulling Nesta against him.

“As I see it Nesta you have two options, 1) you co-operate and I take you to the safe house or 2) you don’t and I handcuff you to this car till you do?”

She tilted her head, “You’re angry. Why?”

“Because you left. You left and made a name for yourself that will either get you respect or get you killed.”

“You told me to leave. You TOLD me.”

“I did not think you’d actually do it.”

“Well then you should’ve known better.”

They stayed like that for a while, breathing raggedly, until Cassian

Said, “I need you to make a decision, Nesta.”

“Fine I’ll go with you. But you will regret it.”

“We’ll see.”

“I’m also sitting in the passenger seat.”

“Do as you please.”

She climbed through the middle of the two seats and into the passenger seat. He rolled his eyes and went back outside grabbing something from the boot before going back into the driver’s seat. He dropped a Burberry barrel bag into Nesta’s lap saying, “I talked to Clare before coming here. She packed it for you. It has your phone, charger, clothes and god knows what else.”

She sifted through it wondering what she had done to deserve a friend like Clare. She tried her phone, no charge.

She looked at Cassian’s phone that lay in the middle of them.

“Go ahead.” He said reading her thoughts.

She turned it on, “Passcode.”

“260369.” She tried to hide her shock at him giving her his passcode with no hesitation.

She scrolled through his contacts trying to find Audrey. It rang twice.

“Hey Cassian what’s up.”

“Auj! It’s Nesta.”

“Oh my god! Where are you?! Are you with Cassian? What happened?”

“Long story short: It’s safe with me, I’m in a bit of a mess, Cassian was sent by mom to do god knows what.”

“Where are you guys going?”

“I…don’t know.” She looked at Cassian who gestured that he’ll send it to her, “Cassian says he’ll send it to you.”

“Ok, keep safe, love you, and call me when you get there.”

“Yeah ok, Love you too, bye.”

She started taking her holsters off and getting comfortable. Cassian leaned back and got his coat that was covering Nesta when she was sleeping in the back. Nesta looked down her sleeve was ripped. The bullet wound taken care of. He put his coat over her.

“We have another one hours journey ahead of us.”

“I’m not tired.” But she didn’t take his coat off.

“Well then what do you want to do.”

“Depends. Do you have Spotify?”

He chuckled and handed his phone over. She reached down into the barrel bag her earphones and got out two frappe’s she silently put Cassian’s one between them and opened hers plugging her earphones in.

He tried to keep his smile to himself.

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Nesta had fallen asleep for the last 15 minutes of the journey, him taking out her earphones for her. He texted Jonah that they were at the safe house to which Jonah gave a four word answer.

Ok. Keep her safe.

The amount of love he had for Nesta and the amount of hate he had for Feyre and Elain were unimaginable. He chuckled.

“Nes.” He shook her, “We’re here. Sweetheart.”

She groaned something about letting her sleep.

He rolled his eyes. He got out of the car and picked her up. She snuggled closer to him. He smiled down softly at her peaceful face.

He took her inside to his room and placed her in between the sheets. He took off the knee high heeled boots she wore and tucked her in.

He took off his shirt and slung it on a chair; he took a shower before heading to go to sleep in the guest room.

Coming up Next

“I have 96 hours to live.”

“What?!”

“Probably why Jonah is getting worried.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“My mother wouldn’t send you if she didn’t have a plan.”

“What were you gonna do?”

“A friend of mine, Thesan, he is a doctor. Well a bit more than that.”

He looked at her and picked up his newspaper. She decided she wanted to ditch her clothes and instead of getting her own she took his shirt and worn her knee high black boots. Apparently she needed to take a shower anyway so instead of dirtying her clothes why not his. He on the other hand was shirtless which seemed to have no effect on her while walking around in his clothes definitely had an effect on him. She studied him.

“What?”

“I’m trying to figure out what would happen if you’re ex walked in and saw us like this.”

“My-wh-who are you talking about?!”

“Morrigan.”

“She’s not my ex.”

“The one night stand you’re still hung up over then.” She laughed, “You’d try to hide me. Wouldn’t you?”

He grabbed her wrist pulling her closer, “No sweetheart I actually wouldn’t.”

“Well then what would you do.”

“You wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed for starters.”

“Yeah whatever.” She left to change.

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Tags: @skychild29 @aesthetics-11

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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Ice Queen sister; Peter Parker x twin sis reader

*Author’s note*

OKay so I’m gonna stop messing around and move some more stories that I have on my wattpad account onto here. I promised you all that I would move some more Peter Parker fanfics I had but I was either too busy or lazy to do so, but in light of the quarantine, I’m finally getting off my lazy ass to finally move them to here so that you all could see them. This was written god I wanna say 2 years ago so here are some serious warnings here:

Warnings: murder (Uncle Ben’s death), HINTS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/RAPE (NO DETAILS BUT MENTIONS OF IT. If it makes you uncomfortable, just be warned but like I said there’s no scene of it being done, just mentioned), violence, and a stab at the police system.

I hope you all enjoy this fic and I promise the next Peter Parker fic I’ve got for you guys will be fluffier than this one.

Taglist:

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@ixchel-9275

@platawnic

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

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Spiderman was holding a girl in his arms, unfortunately the girl was bleeding immensely from her side and he refused to let her go even once. But he had an even bigger problem since the criminal before them now held a gun in his hand and aimed it right at Peter's head. How did they get into a situation like this, well that in itself is a long story.

Many of you believe that Peter Parker was an only child right? Well you're wrong, I am his twin sister, his older twin by 12 minutes. My name is (Y/n) Parker and I've always been different from the moment my life turned to darkness or should I say coldness.

I don't know when it first happened, maybe after Peter and I had learned when our parents died in a plane crash but all I remember was feeling so cold that I had to be taken to the hospital and be put in the Intensive care unit for over a week till my body temperature got back to normal before Peter and I went to live with our Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

Then that car-jacker murdered our uncle, and it was then I finally snapped. I remember going to an alleyway, letting out a piercing scream and all of a sudden an icy mist came out of my mouth and froze the entire alleyway. I also took notice that my long (n/h/c) had turned almost pale white, like snow.

Ever since that day, I had changed completely. My heart had become cold that night and I vowed vengeance against my uncle's killer.

From that day on I had called myself the "Ice Queen" and vowed to give the proper punishments for those with hearts as cold as ice. Prison wouldn't change the fact that these criminals would still be breathing while their victims were six feet under, so any cold blooded killers out there, you better pray you don't feel my cold wind at your neck.

To hide any suspicion from my Aunt and brother, I would use my magic to make my hair appear to be the usual (h/c) it's always been but when it comes time for me to "go out", the magic fades and my snow white hair comes out.

Once I became the "Ice Queen", I vowed to never involve May or Pete into it because if any of the crime lords found out I had a weakness in my ice cold heart.....I don't even want to think about what they would do to them. I refuse to lose anyone else in my family.

It was your typical after school day. Pete and I were walking home from school when he had gotten a text on his phone and he said.

"Ahh its Mr. Stark hey (y/n) can you tell May that Mr. Stark wants to see me".

"Of course Pete, just try to be home in time for dinner. I'm making my special Chinese dinner tonight".

"And miss the chance to eat your cooking I don't think so. Thanks (n/n) love you!" He pecked my cheek and he took off running.

Stark. Oh how that name made shivers run down my spine, and I don't mean in the good way. I had known of my twin brother's little secret of him being Spiderman. Oh he can fool May but he can't fool me, I'm his twin and we got a super power of our own and we can tell when the other is hiding something. That and I snooped through his room and happened to find his Spiderman suit (I have a right to do that as big sister it says so in the book).

But still it's no excuse that someone as big as Tony Stark came into our apartment asking for Peter for a "grant" that I knew he never applied for to suddenly go off to Germany and when he comes home, he has a black eye. That is unacceptable in my book, no one hurts my little brother or leads him into danger and gets away with it.

After arriving home, I went into my room and released my magic and my hair turned back into the snow white it had become nine months ago. My room was kept cold due to my powers but I didn't care, I lay on my bed and let out an icy sigh as the ceiling began to frost over.

I then turned to a picture of Tony Stark that I had taken from a newspaper and quickly made an ice shard out of my hand and threw it dead center at Stark's smug face.

"You dare bring my brother into danger, if I see another injury on him I'll make you suffer" I sneered coldly to the picture.

"(Y/n)? Peter? I'm home!" I heard Aunt May's voice ring out. I looked up at the ceiling and made the frost disappear, I also got rid of the ice shard as well as the picture and made my hair turn back to my normal hair color and cried out.

"Hey May!" I left my room and helped her put the groceries away and as I put the milk up she asked me.

"Is Peter with that Tony Stark again?"

"Oh yeah, supposedly Mr. Stark had texted him for another assignment, happened after we got done with school".

"Ahh I see, well can't say I'm a fan of him though. Always taking Peter out of his school time you know I had gotten a call from his principal about him sleeping in class again today".

"You and me both May, you and me both. But he said he'd be home in time for dinner, did you pick up what I needed?"

"Right here, when can you start?" She took out some of the ingredients that I needed.

"Well school was pretty exhausting but I can start cooking within an hour or so, just to allow me some time to rest up and recuperate after a long day".

"Understandable, come on I also have some other things to bring in since I made several errands today, mind helping me?"

"Of course". I followed her to the elevator and I helped her bring in the dry cleaning, some art supplies, and a new sewing kit. After a little rest for about an hour and a half I began preparing my delicious and famous Chinese meal.

By the time 6 o'clock struck, Aunt May and I prepared the food but Peter had yet to show up. As May and I sat down at the table and of course as a run of thumb in her house "No one eats until the whole family is here". I began to get a little antsy about Peter's wellbeing. After that Vulture incident I knew he was getting himself into more dangerous waters that only I knew about and did not want him to be involved in.

By the time it was almost 8pm, May decided that we should just pack it up and not let it go to waste so we cleared up the table and she said that she was going to get us take out while I cleaned the rest of the kitchen. All my hard work gone to waste, Peter promised me he would be here but no Stark once again kept him from being here with his family just so he could go off and put himself in more danger than he's ever had in his whole life.

I then heard the sound of a window opening, I revealed a small ice mirror into my hand and from the small bit of frost I had hidden in Peter's room to judge my suspicion on whether he was Spiderman or not, I saw him coming into his room in his Spider suit. I allowed the mirror to disappear and I tried to keep myself calm as I soon heard called out to Peter.

"Where have you been little brother?" I heard him muttering then he called out.

"I am so, so sorry (n/n) but Mr. Stark kept me in later than I had expected. I really did try to come home in time but you know how he is". I soon heard him walking into the kitchen as I now held the pot that held my Sweet and Sour pork.

"You know you could've called or at least had the decency of sending me a text before bailing out on my dinner".

"I am so sorry (y/n) you have to believe me you of all people need to believe me how hard I tried to come back home. Here why don't I cleanup since you spent hours making the meal". Now I didn't mean for it to happen but my cold, icy heart made me lift up the pot, turn to Peter and slam it right on the table spilling out everything as I growled at him.

"IS THIS ALL A GAME TO YOU!? I was frantic!"

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked with such fear in his eyes. Seeing him afraid of me I tried to calm myself out as my voice whispered and choked out.

"You Pete, alone. In the city at this time of night, I thought—thought someone had hurt you". Soullessly I turned to the table and began to gather up the pork and noodles in my fists as tears filled my eyes and I continued on with a quiver in my voice, "Like our parents.....Like—Uncle Ben".

"(Y/n) I'm fine. I promise I may not be the biggest or the strongest guy in our school, but I know how to outwit someone should they try anything, I promise you won't get a call from the police to ID my body. I refuse to do that to you and May, especially after.....well you know that night". I felt Peter hold me in his arms and I leaned my head against his chest feeling my twin's heartbeat telling me that he was alive and well until I looked up at him.

"Peter what happened to your eye?"

"What oh that umm—it was an accident. As I was getting something from the top of Mr. Stark's shelf, I accidentally slipped and the binder fell onto my eye thus creating this". Liar. I knew he was lying, someone did this to him and I'm going to find out who. Composing myself I stood up and told him.

"I'll get you an ice pack". I got out of his arms and walked towards the cabinet and took out a large bag then hiding behind the open freezer, I used my powers to fill the bag with ice then I grabbed a towel and wrapped the bag in the towel and handed it to Peter and he thanked me but I turned away from him and continued to clean up.

Outside we both heard the sound of police sirens and I stated soullessly out loud.

"This dreadful city we live in. The darker it gets, the more dangerous it becomes, someone outta do something about that don't you think?"

Aunt May had come in and we ate our Chinese takeout then we all decided to turn in for the night. Just as I was turned on my TV, there was a news update about a car chase that about had been going on for the past two hours with a suspect that police had been chasing down for six months but each time they try to catch him, he slips free and avoids capture. Well not this time.

My hair slowly turned white and my usual clothes turned into my Ice Queen armor. A chainmail like ice color dress with small ice sharps coming down from my neck to my lower abdomen. I also made my Ice Queen mask that covered my entire upper face so that no one would be able to see who I was. I levitated in the air and then took off flying with the wind towards the street the guy was last seen.

*Basically this dress but imagine it as an icy blue/white color and the mask is below. I do NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE PICTURES!! THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!!*

Police cars and sirens were lighting up the streets and their sirens piercing the Queens streets. The car they were chasing exhilarated as fast as I could until it slammed into the yard of an old abandoned warehouse and soon the driver got out as fast as he could and disappeared into the warehouse.

Inside the man held out his gun ready to fire at anything or anyone that would come out as he held his big sack of money that he had 'obtained' from the bank down on 14th street. Suddenly he heard a clank from behind him.

"Who's there!?" Frost began to form from the windows and being the completely paranoid thief he was, he fired at the window only to see nothing there. Soon he felt a cold nip at the back of his neck and he turned around so quickly he probably gave himself whiplash. "I'm not playing anymore! Come out before I pump you full of lead!"

A small trail of ice slowly crept up behind him then suddenly it shot out freezing his feet to the ground. He let out a cry and tried to fire at the ice but before he could pull the trigger, his gun became so cold he dropped the gun as he cried out in pain from the cold. He looked at his hand to see it was completely broken out and frost bitten from where the gun handle was.

"Metal and steel always attract the cold, didn't you ever watch Titanic and see what the iceberg did?" I then stepped out from the shadows and the guy already terrified. Like all my victims before him he pleaded for his life to be spared.

"You don't understand. I was framed! Just give me a chance. Just give me a chance!"

"You don't deserve that chance. Robbing a bank, suspected for over 20 murders and rapes in the last six months". I then gripped his face tightly in my hand and removed his ski mask and from the police search lights shined right on the guys face and my felt my cold exterior literally crumble to pieces.

This man was the one who killed Uncle Ben. How do I know it was him? Because I was there when it happened.

I was scheduled to meet with a couple of friends at the library for a podcast project for one of my classes, I wanted to walk there but Uncle Ben insist that he drive me there. He felt that it wasn't safe for me walking 7 blocks alone at night. I tried to reason with him that I would be fine but like the father figure he's been to me since our parents died, he didn't budge and I let him drive me to the library.

Just as I was about to get out, this man comes out of nowhere and asks for the car. As stubborn as he was, Uncle Ben refused then the man forced my Uncle out of the car and the two of them began to rumble a bit. I tried to help him but he shoved me off and then he got on top of me pinning me to the car before trying to take off my shirt.

Uncle Ben got him off me but that's when he pulled out a gun and shot Uncle Ben right in the heart. Traumatized from what almost happened and from what I just saw, I could only crawl up to Ben and the car-jacker drove off with my Uncle's car and Ben died right there in my arms. After police and ambulance came and wanted to check on me, that's when I left and went into that alleyway and my powers soon revealed themselves.

As I stared at this man with wide eyes I felt something inside of me just snap. I gripped his throat and allowed my hand to become so unbearably cold, it literally burned his skin. The man cried out in agony as I sneered at him.

"Do you remember what you did 9 months ago at the Public Library? You better remember like your life depended on it you bastard!"

"I don't....please......"

"Don't bullshit me damnit! Why don't you take a closer look at my face"? I then revealed myself under the mask and showed im who I was. I even used my magic to turn my hair brown so that way he'd remember who I was. As soon as he saw me, his face was all I needed to know. "I've been waiting a long time for this!" I sneered as my hair turned back to white and my eyes phased to soulless grey mist color.

I released his feet but kicked him in the ball then I formed an ice bow staff and began to repeatedly beat on the guy as hard as I could. With each blow, I growled louder and more animalistic until I raised the staff high in the air before bringing it down across him sending him to the wall. He coughed out blood and I stated again as I strutted towards him.

"That was just for all that you've done to the people of this city. For all the women you've raped, the people you've killed and the places you've robbed. But what I have for you killing my Uncle, will be slow. Intimately and you will know every ounce of pain you've caused me and my family that night when you pulled the trigger".

"Hate to break this lovefest up but I think the proper judges will give him what he deserves". I looked up to see my twin brother in his Spiderman outfit just chilling above the catwalk of the warehouse.

"This doesn't concern you Spiderman!" I sneered trying to get my brother out of this.

"Sorry to tell you this babe but it is my problem. Cause from where I'm standing if I was a cop and I saw this, I would arrest both of you right here and now. So let me take care of him while you go run and hide. Didn't you know the Accords has been imprisoning any stray super humans lately?"

"Then why aren't you locked up with them?" I sassed at my twin.

"That—that doesn't matter I'm just trying to protect you here!"

"Well so am I now get out of here Pete before I make you leave!" I snapped.

"And I told you—wait, wait a minute. Did you just call me Pete? Only one person calls me.....Oh God (Y/n)?" I sighed deeply and briefly revealed my hair color to show him that it was me. "Wha—how... (N/n) how did....."

"I get these powers? Funny story actually. You remember when mom and dad died and I had to stay in the ICU for over a week? Well it was around that time my powers awakened. But it wasn't until this savage killed our Uncle that my powers truly came out. He's the one who killed Ben Pete and he deserves to be punished!"

"I agree (y/n) but not like this. Let's just take him to the police together and they'll—"

"The cops!?" I let out an icy laugh then I sneered at him. "The court won't do shit brother. They'll just give him a life sentence with no parole or if they do give him the death penalty, he'll be waiting sometime between 10-50 years before then, maybe even then he'll die in his prison cell. Well not this time, not him. This time I'm calling the shots, I've called all the shots on all those other low-lives who have killed people or tried to take advantage over people in the Night". I turned back towards the brute sprawled out beneath me.

"(Y/n) please. You can still change this, you won't have to do this anymore. Look at what this man has already turned you into. This is not who you are, I know you more than anyone else in this world, and do you think I will sit here and watch you destroy yourself. Remember what Uncle Ben always told us when we were kids?"

How could I ever forget the life lessons that Uncle Ben told us? He only told them to us every day ever since Pete and I became teenagers but this one word of wisdom I will never forget. And I bet most of you probably know what that is.

With great Power, comes great Responsibility.

I soon felt Peter's gloved hand take mine and he pleaded to me one last time.

"Please sis, let go of your hatred. Don't let vengeance consume you any longer that it already has. Please, I want my twin sis back". I looked at him and he looked at me. Taking his mask off, I could see the tears forming in his eyes wanting me to let go of my vengeance and take the rightful path and go with him to turn this murderer in and have him be punished the right way.

Suddenly I felt pain in my left side. I let out a gasp as I slowly began to crumble to my knees as Pete caught me in his arms and held me close to him trying to call out to me but everything was beginning to look blurry at least to me. I felt wet on my side and numbness took over me as Peter was calling out to me but I couldn't hear anything.

*3rd POV*

As Peter held his twin who had just been shot by the crook in his arms begging her to hang on he looked up to see the crook holding his gun up aiming right at him.

"So you brats were related to that old geezer with the car huh? Well meet him in hell". Suddenly frosty mist surrounded the warehouse so thick you could barely see the end of your nose. Pete felt his sister rise up from his arms and as the mist began to clear, standing before the two boys was a haunting image of (Y/n) Parker.

Her outer appearance now looked like a haunting lake spirit. She almost glowed a dark black and grey and her eyes were now pure black instead of white. She raised her hand up and the crook was levitated in the air and as (Y/n) spoke in a deep, almost demonic voice, the crook screamed in pure agony.

"You have no power here. William B. Franco. You are meaningless! Pathetic! A morsel! Now burn in the Icy Hell FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!" As William let out one last painful scream, his whole body was now completely covered in frostbite as he had been frozen from the inside out, he then exploded into black ice before a powerful magical light exploded throughout the warehouse and (Y/n) was now back to normal with the gunshot still at her side. She stumbled backwards as she groaned in pain but her twin was there to catch her and hold her in his arms once again.

As he saw the ice bits of the man who had murdered their Uncle scattered everywhere, he was shocked at what he had seen his sister do after just being shot.

"Holy shit (y/n)" Peter mumbled.

"I'd agree with you on that kid, by the way you're welcome for hacking into the police department for taking them away from the warehouse just before your sister went all Dark Ice Queen on the guy. Is she alright?" Peter looked up to see Tony Stark in his Ironman suit.

"I don't know Mr. Stark uhhh Karen read me her vitals!"

'Your sister will live Peter. That sudden Power she just experienced somehow stopped the bleeding but her energy is draining fast, she's got about a ten minute window before the bleeding resumes'.

"Mr. Stark please can you help my sister!?"

"Alright but on one condition".

"Anything name it".

*Time skip to Avenger's Facility 1st POV*

I woke up to see bright lights everywhere and I heard machines beeping softly beside me. To my left I saw Peter out of his Spiderman uniform and back into normal clothes.

"Pete?" I rasped out.

"(Y/n) oh thank god you're alright!" He embraced me tightly which made my groan in pain making him release me and apologize profusely.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Avengers facility. I had your brother bring you here and our medical team managed to save you before your wound reopened. How you feeling Elsa?"

"Don't call me Elsa!" I sneered icily.

"(Y/n) please I know you never liked Mr. Stark but he saved your life".

"Yeah which means you owe me kid, and I know just how you can pay me back since your brother has agreed along to the terms I have for both of you".

"I swear if I'm stuck bringing you cold ice cream, I will freeze this entire facility" I growled.

"Nope. But I won't deny getting the ice cream was my first proposition but I've come up with something better for yah kid".

*FF a few weeks later*

"So you still coming to the Decathlon meeting next week right?" asked my friend Mikaela.

"Of course just as soon as I get done working at my new Internship".

"You know I had a feeling with Peter taking the Stark Internship that he would eventually come find you, took him long enough didn't it?"

"Yeah well I'll admit that Pete's more of the brains of the bunch. Well see yah Kee-kee".

"See yah (n/n)!" I then got in the limo that was here to pick me up and I was taken on the 2 and a half hr. drive Upstate to the Avengers Facility. Standing outside the facility was none other than Tony Stark and my brother Peter. I got out of the limo and hugged my brother and he said.

"Glad you agreed to this (y/n). Oh man this is gonna be awesome! Spiderman and the Ice Queen working together to become the next Avengers!"

"Don't go getting too far there kid, you're still grounded from that Vulture incident. You're lucky I gave you back the suit when I did, let's just hope your sister here will be better behaved than you". Mr. Stark said as he put his shades on and urged us to follow him inside. "Welcome Miss Parker, to the Avengers Facility".

This was the agreement Tony had for me. Once I was feeling better, instead of turning me over to the government for unleashing my powers to the public and revealing that I was the Ice Queen, he offered me a position in training alongside my brother to become an Avenger's trainee.

Reluctantly I agreed and now here I am. As I walked through the facility and saw everything they had to offer, I began to think maybe this wasn't such a bad idea I mean at least I'm not in a prison cell away from my family for doing what I believe was right for the people.

Plus I think Mr. Stark might have a soft spot for me since I may remind him of a certain soldier who's now a war criminal. But as long as I'm with my brother and I can finally keep an eye on him to make sure he stays out of immense trouble, I'm okay with this.

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talpup · 5 years ago

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Chaos: 47

I want to give a special thanks upfront to those who responded to my interest check. I had been feeling a bit overwhelmed with three fics on the burner, and your response gave me just spark I needed to focus on this story and see it finished. While this chapter does finish the story, there will be a coming little epilogue that contains a post script from Dabi.

***Memories in this fic are always in italic.

Summary: The day Aizawa Shouta betrayed his Love was the day the Daimon lost everything that mattered in his life. Now, with her awake from her slumber and memory wiped, he has another chance at having her and being happy. There’s only the small problem of heaven wanting his Love dead, and hell wanting control of her. And her promise to protect and help another. Oh! And her remembering what he did.

But Shouta has waited so long to have her back. Has planned and taken measures to see his Love protected. He won’t loose her this time. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, and stop her from remembering his betrayal. Cost and consequences be damned.

Though it really is a shame that the cost just might bring about Chaos.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of violence, sex, questionable con, and non-con (though we’re thankfully done with that), and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20155333/chapters/57154492

46.1

Reyanna groaned in pain. Her ribs creaked and cracked, then broke. She cried out but all that did was waste air she couldn’t get back. Body crushed between the floor and the Nenu’s punishing foot, she couldn’t breath.

Her watery eyes darted around the room looking for something. Anything to help her. But there was nothing. This couldn’t be where it ended. She had died once and been brought back by her and Shouta's love. With the small bit of her life force that had been housed within his Vim ring, Shouta had seen her safe and out of the clutches of death. Death. She had been more than just dead. She had seen Death. How could she have forgotten?

Death stood in front of her within her mind. ”Why are you so upset, Child?”

“He betrayed me!” Reyanna yelled of Shouta's deal with Lucifer.

She might’ve being dying but that meant nothing in light of what she had just remembered. How could he have done such a thing? How could Shouta have taken and twisted...

“He did as he always promised he would and saw you protected.”

Reyanna glared at Death. She didn’t care if she offended this ancient being. She had just remembered her Love had betrayed her. There was nothing Death could do that would hurt worse than that.

Her lips curled in a sneer. “He was selfish. The Llaes and Tamaki died because of what Shouta did.”

“Are you not just as selfish, if not more so?”

“Why? Because I want nothing more in the world than to be left alone and live in peace with him? True as that is, I didn’t make a deal with Lucifer that ended with the Llaes and Tamaki’s deaths.”

“No.” Death agreed. “You didn’t. What you did has seen far more than merely two young ones dead.”

“What?”

“You are such a hypocrite, Reyanna.” Death stepped toward her, the walls of her mind darkening and closing in. “What you have done is by far worse than this perceived betrayal of Aizawa’s. What you have done has caused so much more trouble and heartache. Your deeds have cost countless of lives.”

Reyanna stepped back from the looming figure, suddenly caring very much if she offended Death. “I—I don’t know--”

“Exactly. You don’t know. And it’s about time that you do. Open your senses and see what you have done. Accept who and what you are. Your goal. What you so desperately want. Your very life and that of Aizawa’s. It all depends on it, Anna. If you truly want nothing more in the world than to be left alone and live in peace with your Love, then open your eyes and see the truth of what you’ve done.”

Todoroki had said something similar, telling her to ‘open her senses and understand’. That he wouldn’t be able to enter the room of sealed Leviathans till she did. But understand what? What had she done?

“You’re weak little Sister. To think I had had hope for you.” The Nenu spat, foot baring down on her splayed body. “You had shown so much promise in the beginning. Stirred up so much chaos for the sake of your foolish love. But you don’t even know what you did. The power of Chaos that you tapped into and let run a muck. And now it has led you here. You and the first Golem you created sealed away our kin. My closest brothers and sisters forever locked in static existence. They were foolish. Tempted away from our place of power and into the world of man. But you’re in my world now, Anna. Even with this latest Golem of yours being a Nephilim true, you will not win against me. There is nothing but death for you and your Love here.”

Reyanna gritted her teeth, fingers raking at the stone floor. How dare he call her love for Shouta foolish. It was her love for Shouta that had saved her from her Father’s plans and Kai’s clutches. Her love for him that had kept her sane and going after Kai’s rape. She had been so afraid Shouta would find out. That he would rage and kill Kai, and Lucifer would kill Shouta in return.

It had been shortly after Kai’s rape that Hawks had found and taken her. If it wasn’t for Shouta and their love she would have given up. Given in and submitted to Hawks’ plan to kill her. Instead she and Shouta did had each other, and her Love had come to save her. Shouta had taken Abril and…

’Why did you decide to protect me from Aizawa's blade?” Abril’s question from long ago echoed in her darkening mind.

It had been a silly question. She had saved Abril because she had been the Llaes. ...Hadn’t she? Why then had Abril responded saying ‘I had no knowledge or power before then. I certainly wasn’t the one who would or could seal away great monsters.’

Her action had caused the tear to Oblvi to widen. Why would surpassing her power to save Abril cause the tear to the land of Third’s to widen?

“Because you are power. You are might. You are the end. The true death. Daughter. Open your eyes and your senses. See me and accept the full truth of who you are.”

Reyanna’s minds eye opened at the sound of a voice more ancient than time. She didn’t startle at the sight of the twin orbs staring back at her. Though she’d never seen them before, she somehow knew those infinite voids. Eyes that were both darker than the blackness that surrounded them and filled with bright spiraling galaxy's, burning quasars, and dying suns.

Chaos. The Being that had ordained her. Her Father.

As Reyanna stared into those fathomless eyes she saw the truth of her beginning. How Chaos had long ago gotten the idea to take God’s ordered creations and use them to make a creation of his own. How Chaos had chosen Lucifer, God’s fallen favorite, to subvert his Brother’s order. How Chaos had watched over the coupling between Lucifer and a human woman. His power mixing and adding to the power of their carnal union to create a link between two creations that had never been meant to bare fruit together.

This new understanding allowed her to see what she had unwittingly done all those years ago.

Reyanna’s heart lifted and lurched at the sight of Shouta flinting into the field with his human prisoner. Her Love had come to save her from Heaven's Assassin. But at what cost? If freeing her meant putting him in danger, than she would rather die at Hawks’ hand.

It wasn’t as if her and Shouta's troubles would be over after this exchange. They would still be left trying to figure out a way to get her out of hell's clutches. She would still be left fearing for Shouta's life if their love were to be discovered. Left fearing what Shouta would do if he found out what Kai had done.

Would it always like this? With some threat hanging over them. Why couldn’t she and Shouta just be left in peace? All she wanted was to live alone in safety with her Love.

Shouta moved, blade thrusting to kill the woman Hawks had called Abril, and for a moment her every sense focused on him. Their love was an impossible one. They would never be left alone. There would never be any peace or safety for them. Hell would never stop wanting her. And heaven would never stop wanting her dead. So long as those two realms could reach her, she and Shouta would never be able to live happy and secure with each other.

Focused on her Love, her power flared.

It happened like Shouta had said when he first taught her how to use her power. That all she had to do was will it to be done and the thing would obey, sorting itself out. Only this time it was an indirect desire that her heart and soul had unconsciously willed. And the thing she wanted was far more complex than simply telling a house to seal itself or a fire to warm a place.

Despite it far surpassing her natural ability, her power sought for a way to obey the unrealized demand. The tear to Oblvi widened and her connection to Chaos deepened, drawing on her father's might.

In that fraction of an instant reality changed as her power sought to bring about her deepest desire. Abril was no longer just a human but the Llaes. Someone who could seal away the escaped Leviathan’s.

There had been no intelligence behind her released powers doings, only a will to reach its command of seeing her and Shouta living in peace. Still, Reyanna could understand what the original will behind making Abril the Llaes had been.

If she helped Abril seal away the escaped Leviathan’s maybe heaven would be grateful and give up its hunt for her. But heaven hadn’t relented. Instead Toshinori had sent a garrison of angels to kill her friend.

As Abril lay dying, the purpose once again took matters into its own hands. It created a different task and more Llaes’ to reach it. Like a domino having been knocked over, the purpose twisted and affected events around both Shouta and Reyanna. Ever searching for a way to reach its end goal.

The revelation left her drowning in a storm of emotion. The entire thing was downright lunacy. The amount of times she and Shouta had almost died helping this Llaes alone. She actually had died! More than that, her and Shouta's Bond had been broken because of it.

All that strife, and pain, and death. It had all been because of her. Because she had unknowingly tapped in to her connection to Chaos. Had unknowingly used her power to do this thing. And with no harness to guide or rein it in, the purpose had run rampant. In its effort to obey, chaos had been created. All so she could live in peace with the man that she loved.

Though the eyes of Chaos were gone, his voice echoed in her mind. “Take your rightful place and make them bow. Make all of them bow.”

A distant part of her dimming mind knew that she could. She was a child of Chaos. The daughter of Lucifer. She had the freewill and creativity of her mother’s humanity. And thanks to Lucifer’s past, had a connection to heaven. She was a child of the four realms. She could more than make them bow. She could rule and destroy them all. And a part of her wanted to.

She wanted to rage and kill for the pain that others had caused. All those years fighting and hiding. It was Lucifer's fault that she had done what she did. Lucifer’s lust for power, and desire to see her bound to Kai. And Toshinori... If only he had given up his cause to see her dead. But instead the Archangel sent out assassin after assassin. Both Archangel and Daimon deserved to die. They all deserved to die.

“Anna!” Shouta's voiced called from the distance.

Reyanna’s eyes flashed open. For the first time since being brought here, she saw passed the walls of the room. Like she had with the Nenu, she could see both the darkened space and bright open sky they were hovering in. Her eyes searched, finding Shouta at the edge of a cliff.

Her consuming rage diminished in a swell of love at the sight of him. She and Shouta had been through so much and had come so far. There was no way in hell that she was going to succumb and give Chaos what he wanted. She was done letting others take, and threaten, and demand. It was time to finally get what she wanted and finish what she had unwittingly started all those years ago.

Her eyes burned; not with her power, but with that of Shouta's. She turned. Red eyes locking on the Nenu that stood above her. She saw both his forms, but unlike before it no longer made her head want to split open. A black tendril sprung to life and wrapped around the Nenu’s leg, throwing him across the room.

Her hand stretched out toward the castle and unlocked the sealed chamber for Todoroki.

Ribs knitting together, she sucked in a breath and called out to the Archangel fighting a beast below. “Enji! Throw me the heaven fire!”

Kai ignored her cry, stabbing the beast with his blade.

Enji paused and looked up. “Wha— Hey!”

Shigaraki grabbed the bottle and threw it up, hissing as layers of flesh were burned away at the brief contact.

Reyanna caught it, her connection to heaven allowing her to hold the bottle with minimal burns. Jar of heaven fire in hand, she got to her feet and stared down the Nenu.

“Don’t worry brother. I won’t leave you in eternal static like our kin.”

46.2

“The doors!” Hitoshi pointed watching them open.

Todoroki took his pointing hand and rushed forward. “Let’s go.”

Their feet echoed loudly in the large, mostly empty room. Hitoshi’s eyes immediately landed on the single thing in the space, an ornate pedestal standing in the center of the room with a vessel on top.

At first the vessel was a sphere filled with swirling wisps of light. Then Hitoshi blinked and found it to be a cube brimming with a dark, writhing mass.

He swallowed, lavender eyes darting to Todoroki. The Llaes wasn’t even looking at the vessel of sealed Leviathan’s. If anything Todoroki was purposefully avoiding looking at it.

Hitoshi’s thumb brushed against the back of the others hand. “Hey. You alright?”

“It’s time for me to finish the task I was meant for.”

“So… What do we do?”

“You don’t do anything. This is the end.”

Hitoshi’s eyes narrowed not liking the phrasing of those words. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing. Just… Stand back against the wall. Please.”

Hitoshi nodded and reluctantly released Todoroki’s hand. Something wasn’t right. His Were senses could feel it. But now wasn’t the time to question.

Todoroki took in a fortifying breath and looked at the vessel of Leviathan’s Abril had sealed away. While the steps to get here had been far more difficult, his task was far easier than Abril’s. He was meant to seal the tear to Oblvi.

His life. His sole purpose for being was to complete the task his predecessors had failed at doing. He had told his Father, ‘I will close the gate that will see all of this come to an end…’ But it had become so much more than something he was simply meant to do. This purpose he was made for had become much more than just some blind inner drive put into the core of his being.

While it was entirely possible that circumstance had brought him and Hitoshi together. That the will of this cause had turned Aizawa’s path toward a mauled Witch and bent his heart so Hitoshi wouldn’t be left to die. That didn’t make what he felt any less real. It didn’t make this desire any less his own.

The reason for all of this might’ve been to see Shouta and Reyanna safe and without threat; but his reason was different. Closing the tear would only rectify part of the problem he wanted to fix. It would assure that no other Third’s crossed over to earth. But what about the Third’s already there?

He had meant what he said when he told his Father that he would ‘put to right a wrong that begun back during the dawn of man.’

That was his purpose. The purpose he had chosen for himself.

He looked at Hitoshi. Would he understand? Would he hate him for the sacrifice he was about to make?

To call back the Third’s in earth would take everything he had, but he was doing it for him. So that no other child would lose their family and suffer at the hands of Third’s. So that no one else would go through the pain and sorrow Hitoshi had went through.

Heaven had turned a blind eye to the pain and suffering the children of Chaos caused. They did it for the sake of a faulty peace that served no one but heavens own self interests. They had left the humans they were meant to protect to be brutalized and preyed upon. But he could end that suffering.

Todoroki turned back to the vessel of sealed Leviathan’s. The children of Chaos had caused enough strife and pain in pursuit of their aims. It was time for that to end.

46.3

There was a whoosh of outward air from the heart of the castle.

Reyanna flinted to the Nenu bottle of heaven fire raised.

The Nenu could clearly see both the burning red eyes of the fallen Seraphim’s power and the spiraling space of galaxy's of Reyanna’s own. But beyond that he saw the fathomless black void of Chaos in the young Nephilim’s eyes.

It was in that moment that he realized Chaos stood with her. His reign was over. No one could stand against Chaos. It was futile to even try. He didn’t understand why his Father was for this weakling, but he wouldn’t fight it.

Submitting to his Father’s will, the Nenu stretched out his arms and threw back his head.

Acting without thought, Reyanna’s hand phased. The bottle of heaven fire passed deep into the Nenu’s chest.

Rather than explode the bottle sucked in on itself, taking the Nenu with it.

She barely had time to blink when the wind picked up. Shouta, her mind raced at the thought of him.

“Shouta! Hold on!” She looked about frantically for her Love.

The wind had quickly passed hurricane force.

“Shouta!”

She saw him out in the open field, feet skidding across the ground. As the tear to Oblvi closed the land sought to rid itself of its foreign inhabitants.

Reyanna flinted, grabbing a hold of Shouta just as his feet left the ground.

Their bodies slammed together.

Shouta wrapped his arms around his Love, holding her tight.

“I got you.” Reyanna held him all the tighter, burying her face against him. “I got you, my Love. You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine.”

“Mine.” Shouta echoed.

She stood solid in the whirlwind as if it were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Trusting her to anchor him, Shouta cupped and lifted her face. Long black hair whipped wildly around his head as he kissed her.

The wind died down, not that Shouta noticed.

Dabi let go of the tree he had anchored himself and Hizashi to, flexing his hands to bring life back into them. The first thing he saw was Shouta and Reyanna. He rolled his eyes. Really! There was a time and place.

Dabi cleared his throat loudly.

One of Shouta's hands left Reyanna. A black tendril lashed out and wrapped around Dabi’s mouth silencing him.

Shouta didn’t care who was there or how long they were made to wait. He was kissing his Love to his hearts content.

For the first time, Reyanna didn’t care who saw her and Shouta display of ravenous affection. This man was hers, and she would claim him in front of any and all to see.

Enji dusted himself off scowling.

When Reyanna had realized who she was and what she’d done, the veil had been lifted for everyone effected by the changed reality. Toshinori had been right to call the Nephilim whore an abomination, and want her dead. More than that, the First Chief of heaven had been right about the Child of Hope.

“Why would Chaos create such a thing as you?” Enji demanded the still kissing Nephilim. Had the woman’s sole purpose been to make a fool of him?

Still laying in the trench he had made, Shigaraki looked up at the Archangel. “Do you really need to ask?”

Enji blinked thinking of the years he had spent striving to see the gates of hell closed all because one woman had wanted some alone time with her damned lover. The entire thing was so absurd in its insanity that it suddenly made perfect sense why Chaos would create and unleash Reyanna upon the world.

“Help! Aizawa! Somebody! Help!” Hitoshi’s distant voice called.

Dabi instantly flinted at the sound of the panicked plea. He returned with a barely conscious Todoroki in his arms, and Hitoshi at his side.

Enji crowded his son and the Demon as Dabi knelt laying the Llaes out on the ground. “What happened to him?”

Hitoshi hovered over Todoroki. “I—I don’t know.”

Reyanna pulled away from Shouta.

Shouta reluctantly released her.

She rushed to the fellow Nephilim’s side, brow pinched in worry. “He should be fine.”

“Stand aside.” Enji shoved Dabi and Hitoshi away, getting to a knee; but even his angelic healing wasn’t helping.

“Shou.” Hizashi croaked still weak from his near death.

“You have to do something! He’s dying! Please! Do something! He can’t die!”

At the sound of his manic boyfriend’s plea, Todoroki’s eyes creaked open. He tried to reach out to him, but his fingers barely lifted off his chest. He wanted to tell Hitoshi that it was alright. That he had done it for him.

Enji glared at Reyanna. “You did this! My son put everything he had into your damned purpose and now he’s dying.”

Reyanna swallowed. It was true. Todoroki had put everything he had into calling back the Third’s. But Enji was wrong. It wasn’t her fault. The task had been to close one of the gates. While everyone had assumed that would mean that all from the sealed realm would be forced back, that hadn’t been her purposes goal.

Todoroki must’ve decided to pull the Third’s back on his own. But why? The boy had to have known what such a thing would cost.

“Shouta.” Hizashi called again. “The… Phoenix potion.”

All heads turned to Shouta.

Reyanna got to her feet. “You have a Phoenix potion?”

“Give it here!” Enji barked, hand outstretched.

Shouta looked at Reyanna. They might've been locked away from heaven and hell but that didn’t mean she was safe. What about the Third’s? She had just killed their leader and had the tear sealed for her cause. Surely they would seek retribution.

Everything in his vaults, found and accumulated to help and protect her, it was all back on earth. He couldn’t even call upon Hizashi's connections to heaven for supplies. Aside from his blade and his power he had nothing else to see her safe. He had failed to protect her once before and seen her die…

“Shouta.”

Shouta stared into her eyes shook his head. “I can’t. I need it for you. To see you safe. I have to make sure you’re protected. I can’t lose you. Not again. Never again.”

Reyanna stepped to him. “It’s okay, Shouta.”

“Like hell it is! Give me the damned potion. Now!” Enji fumed, smoke and tiny flames of fire uncontrollably licking up from his shoulders.

Reyanna’s hands moved up Shouta's chest. “It’s okay, my Love. We’re safe here. No one will hunt or try to harm me. I assure you. It’s why I did this.”

“I’ll do more than hurt you if you don’t hand that vial over!” Enji snapped.

Shouta's eyes flicked to the Archangel, lip curling in a snarl. His blade dropped into his hand, prepared to protect his Love if Enji attempted to make good on the treat.

“Shouta, look at me.” Reyanna cupped his face, seeking his attention. “Would I lie to you?”

“No.” Shouta answered, softly.

“Then trust me. Trust that we’re safe here. That I’m safe here. Please, Shou. Trust that everything is finally alright. That you and I can be together with no more threats hanging over our heads. We can have that cabin we always wanted. Not the one we had in earth that was more of bunker hideaway than a home. But the one we always imagined. Hand the potion over, Shouta. Let them save Todoroki. I don’t want to start our life here with the death of the boy who gave us this peace. Do you?”

Shouta’s grip on the vial tightened. “You promise. You’re not just saying this to save him?”

“I promise. I did this for us. For you. So we could live in peace alone together. It’s over, Shouta. We’re safe. I’m safe.”

Shouta opened his hand to her.

Reyanna took the small glass bottle. She reached back passing it to Dabi. Her other arm hugged around Shouta’s neck, holding him close.

“Thank you.” She peppered her Love with kisses. “Thank you, Shou. I love you. I love you so much.”

Dabi tossed the potion to Enji.

The Archangel fumbled the small vial afraid to crush the bottle in his hands.

“Don’t break it!” Dabi scolded.

Hitoshi’s heart jumped into his throat. But neither Were nor Archangel stop to glare at the Demon.

Enji poured the potion into Todoroki’s mouth

Dabi watched saw the Llaes swallow. He turned to find Shouta and Reyanna kissing again. Seriously? Those two needed to get a room.

The Demon’s own urges stirred and he looked around. “So, are we done? Cause I would like to find me a hot meal and warm body and--”

“It’s not finished yet.” Enji interrupted. “Kai’s still here.”

At that Shouta pulled his lips away from Reyanna. “He’s mine.”

“Sakamata was my friend.”

Shouta scoffed at the Archangel’s words. “You’re the reason he was cast out of heaven.”

“I swore to him--”

“I don’t care what you swore. Kai is mine to end.” Shouta cut over Enji’s words.

“Seems like everyone wants a pound of that Daimon's flesh.” Dabi grinned wickedly.

The idea of Dabi’s words appealed to Shigaraki who lifted Kai’s severed hand. “I’ll lead you to him if you let me take a turn.”

46.4

Kai flinted and raced through the never ending forest. He didn’t know why he had anchored himself and held on when the tear was closing. Actually he did. Being locked in a world filled with filthy Thirds, an a group of enemies that wanted him dead was more preferable than whatever Lucifer would have in store for him. At least here he had a chance of survival. Maybe he could still built that empire he wanted. With the Nenu dead the Third’s would need a new ruler...

Enji appeared in front of him.

Kai cursed and flinted.

Dabi appeared at Kai’s new location.

Again the Daimon flinted.

Even quicker than Dabi’s appearance, Shouta was there.

Shouta placed a heavy hand on the other Kai’s shoulder. “Where do you think you’re running?”

Kai’s blade dropped into his hand. He spun around breaking the contact, swinging his weapon. “I’m not running!”

Shouta bent back, easily avoiding the wild swipe. He’s exhausted. His teeth bared in predatory revelry at the thought, barely feeling his own exhaustion.

Kai tried to flint again but found that he couldn’t. Eyes wide and frenetic, he spun around to find Reyanna closing in behind. To think that he had wanted a filthy Third. Just the thought of having been with her made him break out in hives. It was disgusting. She was disgusting. Sick. Filthy. Abomination.

“Let me go.” Kai demanded of her.

Hizashi's bright golden blade glinted in her hand. “I’m not the one tethering you.”

“You are.” Shigaraki said, patting the small mound where he had buried Kai’s hand.

Kai growled and rushed the Demon. Before Kai reached him, white flames lashed out too quick for him to fully avoid. He cried out. The overwhelming pain dulled every sense he needed to defend and live.

Dabi smiled wickedly at the empty space where Kai’s arm and part of his side had been. It had burned more of his own flesh to use the white flames again. But to incinerate some of the General, it had been worth it.

Dabi ignored the smoke that billowed from seams of burnt and unburnt flesh. “Who gets next turn?”

“Me.” Shouta growled, eyes glowing red with his power.

Still dazed, Kai turned. He lifted his blade to meet the attacking Daimon's; but Shouta flinted as he drew near.

Appearing behind him, Shouta struck.

Reyanna and Enji joined in. The three hacked and slashed slicing piece after piece away.

Shigaraki tapped his foot against the ground, lips curling in an ever growing smile as the line of decaying earth closed in on Kai.

The world spun. Kai fell to the ground, dropping his blade. At first he thought he had lost his balance, but then a new pain racked his body. His feet! The damned Demon had disintegrated his feet.

A shadow passed overhead and Kai raised his arm, hand outstretched to grab and disassemble.

Shouta's blade sliced through Kai’s hand without resistance. It would've kept going and killed the Daimon if he hadn’t pulled up short.

Enji stepped forward, blade raised and ready.

“No.” Shouta blocked the Archangel’s path. “His life isn’t ours to take. It belongs to Anna. If she wants it.”

Shouta turned his head look to her. Bile burned his squeezing chest. He had failed her. Failed to do as he had promised and protect her. The mere though of Kai touching his precious Beloved made him want to end more than just Kai. It made him want to end worlds.

Cold radiated off Shouta dropping the surrounding temperature by several degrees. He should've known. He should've killed Kai long before the Daimon had ever touched her. He should've ended him for merely thinking about Reyanna, and going along with Lucifer's plan to see her bonded to him.

Kai’s death belonged to so many people; but Shouta would see that Reyanna got the final blow. It was the least he could do for not being there to stop Kai’s horrid act or ending the Daimon sooner for what he had done.

Enji glared. He would've argued; but he was fatigued and out numbered. It would suffice that Kai was dead and he got to watch it happen. His arm lowered, blade disappearing.

Suddenly flames sprung out from the ground a few paces away.

Shouta pulled Reyanna to his side ready to defend.

Shigaraki stumbled back from the fire.

Dabi smiled. He had seen coveting red eyed Demon stalk toward Kai’s severed hand while the others were focused on the kill. Creepy already had one of the Daimon's hands. As far as Dabi was concerned Shigaraki didn’t need more.

Shigaraki scowled at the burnt earth where Kai’s hand had been. The power he could’ve had… His eyes lifted to meet Dabi’s still glowing turquoise. If the other Demon kept on meddling in his affairs he would have to do something about him.

Shouta’s dark gaze turn on Kai. The Daimon General had managed to crawl a couple feet away. He left Reyanna’s side, flinting.

Kai’s ragged breath was knocked out by a heavy boot to the back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shouta’s foot pressed down.

The cracks and pops of his breaking ribs sounded loud to Kai’s own ears. He was covered in filth and tainted from having fucked that Abomination. His hands and feet were gone. He was missing chucks of flesh and an entire arm. The pain was excruciating. But the thing that burned the most was that Aizawa and Reyanna had won.

Shouta roughly rolled him over and dragged him to his knees.

Kai swayed in position but managed to hold himself up on his own power. He was a Prince of hell. First General under Lucifer. Leader of countless legions. He wouldn’t beg or try to bargain. It would be a futile endeavor if he tried. Instead, he would meet death without fear and stare his killer in the eye.

Standing behind Kai, Shouta found himself torn between wanting the Daimon General to look Reyanna in the eye as she ended him, and wanting to force the despicable creatures head down in submitted reverence. In the end he didn’t touch the kneeling Daimon; knowing that if he did, he would end him.

“Finish it, Anna.”

Shouta’s encouragement was all Reyanna needed. She stepped forward, eyes shining with her power. “I can’t believe I ever feared you.”

The ground beneath them trembled at her words.

Kai’s eyes lifted and meet hers. For a moment he felt complete and overwhelming fear.

Reyanna’s hand stretched out and pulled.

Kai’s mouth opened to plead and bargain, but it was too late. He was dead.

The newly arrived Hizashi, looked away, covering both Todoroki and Hitoshi’s eyes.

Dabi shivered.

Shigaraki fidgeted with Kai’s unearth hand.

Even Enji felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle at the might Reyanna had shown.

While others might have been uneasy or trembled at Reyanna’s display of power, Shouta felt a swell of pride. He shoved Kai’s corpse to the ground and stepped over him, to Reyanna.

Reyanna stepped back.

She had caused so much heartache and strife, never mind the loss of life. If it weren’t for her, Abril might’ve lived a long full life. All those poor kids, designated as Llaes’ wouldn’t have died so young. Tamaki might’ve still been alive. And Shouta…

She looked at him, eyes welling with tears. It was all her fault. All of it. All because of her selfish desire to be happy and left alone with her Love.

“I’m sorry--”

Shouta grabbed her and pulled her against him.

“Don’t.” He rumbled, gaze and arms holding her tight. “Don’t you ever step away from me again.” Her hands clutched his arms. She was so afraid that he would walk away and leave her for what she’d done.

As if sensing her thoughts, Shouta lips curled ever so slightly upward. “And don’t apologize, Kitten. You’re mine and I’m not going anywhere. If anything I--” He thought about Kai’s rape of her. About his doubts and how he had foolishly felt second ever since her promise to Abril. “I’m sorry.” He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I should've known. Should’ve--”

Reyanna silenced him with hot, hungry lips.

Shouta returned the kiss with equal, if not more fervor. His loved this woman with all his being. And finally, he had absolutely no doubts that she felt the same.

After all, how many people loved someone so much that they changed reality just live in peace and be left alone with them?

I write for my own enjoyment, but edit and post for yours. If you enjoyed reading this at all please comment and let me know. It’s the only thing that encourages me to keep editing and posting.

Again a BIG thank you to those who responded to my interest check. It really did help in seeing this fic get done sooner rather than whenever.

As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship, and help brainstorming. Your thoughts and our chats mean a lot.

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Zuki Week Day 3: Modern AU, Or...

The Yakuza

First Part: Highly recommend you start there. Even if you’ve read it before a refresher is always good! After all, I first posted this 4 years ago.

Six Months Ago

The exact number of people that had been killed by Iroh Kasai was unknown to almost everyone. It was lost to time and folklore, but most estimated it in the dozens. The government that put him away for life put it at 17. But to most the figure was simply unknown.

The people who knew him the best knew the true number though: Zero. It was a long story.

He was Zuko’s favorite relative. He’d not seen him in anything other than the worn out teal of his prison clothes since he was five, not talked to via anything other than a glass partition. It didn’t seem to matter though, as each visit seemed to bring a sense of peace and fulfillment. He made a trip out here every few months, and always looked forward to them.

“What did you have for breakfast?” Iroh asked with a soft smile. It was the same thing he always asked. He missed the food on the outside and always wanted to know what it is that Zuko was eating. Which always made Zuko laugh.

They caught up with one another, talking about Iroh’s life in prison, about what was going on with the family. Talking about the family was naturally dangerous, as everything they said was being recorded, so they talked in generalities and often in code, not using anyone by their name.

There was one person that uncle always wanted to hear about, who Zuko always had a smile on his face while talking about.

“How is the Mrs.?”

“She’s good.” Zuko said with a content look on his face. “She’s doing well at work and I’m getting to spend more time with her.”

“Excellent. I know how important she is to you.”

“Yeah. There is one thing though. She won’t talk about the possibility of another baby. She’s still so hurt over what happened.”

“It must be hard.”

“It is. I love her and I want to try again but there is so much pain there.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to him, Zuko. I wish I could have done more.”

Zuko shrugged. “There is nothing that anyone could have done. It was just fate.”

“Hardly.” Iroh snorted. “What happened to that baby was cruel.”

“SIDS is cruel I suppose, Uncle.”

“SIDS?” Uncle Iroh asked, tilting his head a bit. “You think the baby died of crib death?”

“Well of course.”

Iroh shook his head with a heavy sigh. “Zuko… People in our family don’t die of natural causes.”

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Present

“Suki.”

It wasn’t the fact that Zuko Kasai had said her name, but more the way he said it that told Ayamu he was about to die.

“What the hell is going on?!” He barked up at her. “You’re one of them?! How long?!”

“Always.” She said simply, naturally like she’d never hidden anything.

“And you’re willing to throw your life away for them?”

“No, not for them.” She said quickly. “For him.” She motioned to Zuko who was still cuffed, looking up at her helplessly.

“You…” Ayamu breathed. “That baby…”

“Was mine. My father saw to it that there was no record of it, but yes, he was my son. My son that was murdered by his own grandfather.”

“And so Ozai was killed for it.”

Suki didn’t answer, but he knew that is what happened. Everything was starting to make sense now; her odd behavior at the graveyard, curiosity over his intentions, the fact that she would commonly drop out of contact on her days off. He felt like a fool. A few feet away Azula Kasai was running over the events of the past few months in her head, also feeling like she should have known better.

Ayamu sighed heavily, looking around at the others on the ground, the warehouse, the guns. “You really think you’re going to get away with this?”

“I do.” Suki said with a little smile. “And I want you to know that you’re a good man and I’ve always respected you for that.”

“But you’re still going to kill me?”

“Yes. And I’m not sorry.”

With that she pulled the trigger, a bullet hitting Ayamu between his deep brown eyes. He fell over dead before the echoing sound of the shot had dissipated from the vast warehouse. Suki froze, looking as his blood ran from his head, pooling on the concrete floor.

Azula jumped to her feet, her hands never having been fully handcuffed. “I told you not to do anything stupid!”

“What the fuck was she supposed to do?!” Zuko barked back, trying to roll himself over so he could get up, his legs flailing around a bit. “He found out and she protected herself!”

“She killed a cop! This isn’t like killing another family member or a street thug. This is a COP!”

Suki was still and silent as the brother and sister argued back and forth. She looked down at Ayamu’s limp body, thinking about the fact that she really had just ended his life. She’d meant what she said about respecting him. She liked the guy, and trusted him with her life. A twinge of guilt sank into her gut as she realized that up until a few moments ago he could have said the same thing about her. She didn’t regret what she did. But she was starting to feel like it was too sloppy, that this wasn’t just going to be as simple as blowing off his head.

“Azula!” She called out, making the bickering siblings stop arguing. Zuko was on his feet finally, Azula having undone his cuffs and helped him to his feet. Suki handed Ayamu’s gun to the sister, who took it unknowing. “Shoot me.” Suki told her.

Zuko looked at them both confused,“What?”

Azula seemed to know more than him however, raising the gun and placing a shot in the fleshy part of Suki’s right shoulder.

“What the fuck!?” Zuko yelled as Suki screamed, falling down into a heap only a few feet from Ayamu.

“Let her bleed a bit.” Azula said with a flat, almost venomous voice, turning her attention to a clearly confused Sokka who was still on the floor.

“Suki!” Zuko called out, kneeling by her as she held her injured arm, looking at the bleeding wound. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” She breathed. “Actually no.”

Zuko chuckled at her comment, taking off his button down and applying it as a tourniquet for her arm. “Thank you for that.” He mumbled.

“Don’t say thank you yet.” She told him, motioning to a still very pissed off looking Azula.

“Who knew that you were coming here?” She asked.

“No one.” Suki insisted, wincing as Zuko tightened his shirt around her shoulder, “I didn’t even know that we were till we got here.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive! I had no idea.”

“Right.” Azula sighed. “We have to get her out of here.”

Zuko nodded, scooping Suki up in his arms and starting to carry her out to the car they’d arrived in.

Sokka watched them walk away before turning to Azula. “I take it that was his source.”

Azula nodded, looking down at the body of Ayamu. She’d taken care to remove or clean anything that might carry evidence of them being there, and was checking around more to see if there were anything else she might miss. They would call in the clean up crew to disinfect the area, to dispose of the body, but she still liked taking things into her own hands as much as possible.

“Are we gonna talk about what she said about your father?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Later.” She hissed, her face hardening.

---

Katara’s healed Suki as best she could and tucked her away in Zuko’s bed, saying that she needed to rest. The wound wasn’t bad and would heal well. Suki had been given some pain pills and Katara had instructed that no one was to brother her as she rested. It was the only way she was going to get better.

Zuko reluctantly agreed, but kept looking up towards his bedroom door, thinking that he should go check on her.

“I still don’t understand why she needed to get shot.” He mumbled at no one in particular.

“Because if they find that crime scene and find her blood mixed in with Ayamu, they will think they are both dead.” Azula explained. “Plus she needed to suffer a bit.”

“Suffer? Why?! She didn’t do anything wrong!”

Azula rolled her eyes, “Let’s recount how badly Suki fucked up today. One, had that damn phone on her when she shouldn't have. Awfully sloppy for someone who’s supposed to be ‘good’ like you always say she is. She then shot and killed her partner, a cop, who everyone is going to be looking for, along with her. They are going to be all over the news, and every law enforcement in the nation is going to be looking for her. That shouldn’t be too hard to combat, right? I guess she won’t be able to leave your bed like you always wanted.

“And lest we forget that she blew her very, VERY important cover. This entire plan of your’s with the other families hinged on her feeding you information. She’s not exactly a cop anymore so she can’t exactly get information to give to you and for you to give to the others. So basically, because of your girlfriend we’re fucked and there isn’t a damn thing we can do about it!”

Aang, Katara and Sokka were standing nearby, unsure looks on their faces as they looked from Azula to Zuko, expecting an answer from him.

"Don't... don't be mad at her for this." Zuko mumbled. "She acted like she did for me. So it's not her fault it's mine, if anything."

"So then it's your fucking fault!" Azula barked. "So now you have to deal with this AND you still have to give an answer to Hakoda and you don't have ANY idea."

"I know." Zuko mumbled. "I'll figure it out."

"Stop saying that! You won't figure it out! You just keep buying time and then fucking yourself over!"

"So then what the hell should I do!? Give up!?"

"YES!"

Aang had heard enough from both Zuko and Azula. They were still talking, yelling really, with no end or resolution in sight. It was useless and he he didn't wanna hear it anymore. He left them behind, climbing the stairs of Zuko's loft that overlooked the main room. He knocked on the bedroom door twice before walking in, finding Suki laying on the bed.

"I'm not interpreting, am I?" He asked.

Suki looked up at him with a soft smile on her face. "I’m as busy as I look." She leaned her head back against the headboard. There were pillows all around her, placed there by an over-attentive Zuko. She had one of Zuko's robes half on, her bandaged shoulder exposed.

Aang closed the door behind him, closing them off from the arguing downstairs. "How are you feeling?"

"Well... I did just get shot. And everyone hates me so I guess I'm doing ok."

Aang chuckled, pulling a chair up next to the bed and sitting. "I suppose that was a stupid question."

"No, you were just being polite. I appreciate it."

"It's nothing." He flashed her a grin. "You know I don't hate you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You did what you did to protect Zuko. I would have done the same thing so I'm the last person who would be upset about it."

She nodded slowly, "But you have to admit that I didn't make things easier on him."

"I don't think he'll really care about that." Aang mumbled, motioning downstairs. "He'd do anything to protect you, including taking all the heat for this."

"I know." Suki whispered, using her good arm to pull her blanket close. "I don't why I feel so crummy then?"

Aang stood up, pulling one of the pillows away and sitting next to Suki where it had been. "Well try and put it into words… Why are you upset?”

"Cause I fucked up." Her eyes started to well up with tears. "He counted on me and I messed up and now I can't help him anymore. And because of that I might get him, you, me, all of us killed. So yeah I'm gonna be upset! And I think I’m pretty damned well allowed to be.”

After saying her name in a soft, comforting voice Aang reached out, taking her good hand into his. She resisted for a moment, stuff against him. After a few moments she sighed heavily, allowing herself to relax against him, her head laying on his shoulder. He kissed the side of her head, laying his head on her’s.

They could still hear the arguing from downstairs, Azula and Zuko yelling at one another. They just sat together in the stillness of the bedroom, holding one another for a little while.

“I think I have an idea.” She whispered finally. “I’m not sure it it’ll work but....”

“But it’s worth trying.” He said with a smile, turning towards her. “And I believe in you, I think that we can make it work.”

Suki gave him a small smile and a nod, “Alright. I’ll… need some help getting dressed.”

Aang nodded, “I think I can help with that.” He flashed a grin, “You know you’re much prettier in real life than you are in pictures.”

This made her giggle, cheeks tinting pink. “Here I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Aang chuckled, reaching out and taking her chin into his hand gently, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

---

They'd taken a break from arguing to get something to drink. If they kept going like this they would lose their voices and they wouldn't be able to yell. Azula was drinking water, as was customary for her. Zuko opted for something stronger, pouring a stiff mixed drink for himself.

Katara and Sokka were sitting around the small table in Zuko's kitchen area, talking about what the next move. However this talk was cut short by Suki and Aang walking down the steps from the loft and into the big, main room.

"You should be resting." Katara scolded. "You'll never heal unless you do."

"I know." Suki mumbled. "But this couldn't wait."

"Suki has an idea on how to make your father happy and fix everything." Aang said in Sokka and Katara's direction.

"Oh?"

Suki nodded as she walked to them slowly. Zuko noticed how he was handling her delicately, a hand placed at the small of her back as he sat her down at the table, a content and loving smile on his face.

"So what's the idea?" Sokka asked, arms crossing over his chest.

"The BeiFongs."

Azula damn ear spat out the water that she was drinking when she heard the name.

"You're joking, right?" Sokka laughed.

"You'd think I shot her in the head." Azula mumbled from by the kitchen sink.

"I think it'll work." Suki defended. "There is no one else who'd want the Ishida out as much as they would."

"Wait." Katara cut in, "Who are the BeiFongs?"

"They are an old Chinese crime family. They were big a generation or two ago, but haven't done much of anything in the past 50 years." Sokka explained. "I assumed that they were all dead."

"Close but not all." Suki said. "The daughter is looking to get back into the game and I think that if you give her the chance to take out the Ishida she'd jump on it."

"What even makes you think that the Ishida CAN be taken down?" Sokka asked.

Suki gave a small smile, like she was divulging a hidden gem of information. "Cause they're broke."

"Broke?"

She nodded, "The move away from the mainland has cost more than they expected or planned for. They are pouring money into this new territory while ignoring their existing businesses. They have no money in reserves and can't even pay their underlings.

"You take out Long Feng and the other heads and the rank and file will flock to whoever's willing to give them a paycheck, no matter who the family is. They are all hired goons anyways. No one is related by blood unlike the other families, so the loyalty is shaky at best. It'll remove them from Japan and then the Beifongs can take over their dealings in China.

"And then your family can work the drug market here in Japan. They will supply you and you can use the new members to help with the dirty work. You’ll get rid of the Ishida and make more money, what’s not to love?”

Katara and Sokka looked at one another with an impressed shrug, “I suppose it’s something.”

“We should at least bring it to our father. I think he’ll be down for the idea.”

“And the story checks out.” Zuko added. “We were thinking that the Ishida had something to hide. Now we know what. If Bato got in he’d find out that they were all bark and no bite. No wonder they shut him out.”

“But then why kill him?”

“Ayamu thought it was in part to cover up that they were out of money. But he mostly thought it was a message the the other families."

"What kind of message?"

"A declaration of war. That he saw the writing on the wall and took a preemptive strike."

"But we weren't planning on going to war with him, so Bato died for nothing."

Suki nodded slowly, "I'm sorry to say." She gave them a sad smile.

Katara's head hung, "Damn." She mumbled.

"So... where do we go from here?" Zuko asked.

"Wait." Azula interjected, having not said anything in awhile. "Are you guys buying this?"

"Yeah." Katara told her.

"Why wouldn't we?"

“Because this is the same girl who blew away a cop like three hours ago! She started this entire damn mess with her cover and now it’s her that’s in charge?!”

“I never said I was in charge.” Suki barked. “I just had an idea and it seems to be the best one that anyone can come up with. Unless you have something else in mind, Azula?”

Azula didn’t have anything to say and she knew it, so she kept her mouth shut.

Zuko stood tall, the serious look covering his face, “Then it’s agreed.”

“Agreed.” Sokka and Katara echoed.

“Whatever.” Azula mumbled. For the first time in recent memory she wasn’t happy that Zuko’s plan worked out.

---

“We have to get you out of the country.” Zuko told Suki as he put her back in bed. “They will be looking for you.”

“I know.” She sighed, settling herself back amongst the pillows and blankets. “I hate it that I can’t go to my house and get my things.”

“What do you need?” Aang asked as he sat at the foot of the bed, “We can replace it.”

She shook her head, “It’s momentos and stuff, nothing that can be replaced.”

Zuko gave a heavy frown, “I’m sorry.”

Suki shrugged, “It’s nothing. I lived light anyways. I had the feeling that this would happen sooner or later so I didn’t get attached to things.”

Aang and Zuko exchanged sad looks before turning their attention when back to Suki. “We can make new memories with new momentos.” Aang said with a soft grin. “Together.”

“Yeah.” Suki breathed, relaxing against her pillows “I’d like that.”

“You can stay with me at the temple until we can get you out of the country.” Aang offered to her. “The police won’t look there and there is plenty of room.”

“That’ll work.”

“We can get you all the new clothes and things that you need.” Zuko offered. “Just think about what you’ll need and we’ll get it.”

“Thank you.” Suki said with a sleepy smile. “Both of you.”

They all exchanged smiles, Zuko finding a seat between Aang and Suki on the edge of the bed. “Sooo.” Zuko said, an unsure look on his face. “How are we gonna, you know, do this.”

“Do what?” Suki asked, tilting her head a bit.

“This.” Zuko motioned to the three of them. “I mean I’ve been in a monogamous relationship with the two of you and-”

“You can’t be in a monogamous relationship with two people.” Aang pointed out.

“It’s true.” Suki added with a grin.

Zuko rolled his eyes, “You guys know what I’m talking about.”

“We know.” Suki smiled. “We just like to mess with you.”

Aang nodded in agreement, “It’s so much fun. It’s like you’re hot AND entertaining.”

“Here, here.” Suki said with a soft giggle, the action drawing a blush to Zuko’s face.

“Well thank you but we still don’t have an answer to this.”

“To what?” Aang asked. “I don’t see anything that needs an answer.”

“Same.” Suki said with a smile.

Zuko looked back and forth between the two of them, his face gathering in confusion. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”

Aang gave Zuko a smile, climbing to his knees and crawling towards Zuko on the bed. He kissed him quickly on the cheek before moving past him and to Suki. He settled himself in next to her, cuddling up against her sweetly. Suki bit her lip, her head laying against Aang’s shoulder. Aang took her hand into his, his eyebrows raising at Zuko.

It took him a few moments to realize what what going on, what they were saying. His face lit up when he realized it, an actual, real laugh rolling from him. “Hot damn.” He mumbled.

“Any questions?” Suki asked in a soft, distinctly sultry voice.

“None.” Zuko said, joining them in their embrace.

---

He's moved from the cot in the closet to her bed, giving her the space that she needed in the morning. Azula no longer cared if he slept in either. In fact after all the action that happened during the night she felt like letting him sleep in. He needed it.

Azula also needed the time alone. She was busy punching the hanging bag in a rhythmic pattern, each time she hit the bag it feeling like part of her worries and anxiety were leaving her. She figured that if she hit hard enough and enough times that she'd stop feeling like this.

Feeling like a fool, like she'd been a willing participant in scam that'd been committed at the expense of her own family, her own father. Feeling like she should have known, that she did know and did nothing about it.

"Did I know?" She asked her bag.

It didn't answer, it didn't have to, she already knew.

It was known that the Aihara family was behind the death of Ozai, her father. While they didn't take credit for the death, the style of the excitation had them written all over it, there was no need to take credit. Normally Azula would have nothing to connect her brother with the death, except for the fact that her brother just so happened to be the lover of the family's heir-apparent. She knew deep in her that Zuko must have had something to do with Ozai's death. He simply MUST have. She just didn't know why.

Until yesterday.

She'd been 14 when she held her nephew, and only seen him twice before his death. Even though she was an oddly un-emotional girl, she couldn't deny the strong connection she felt to him. He had red hair like his mother, but there was something that reminded her of photos she'd seen of her and Zuko as babies. He'd been such a sweet thing, and even though he was a big baby, he still seemed so tiny and fragile to her. So perfect.

Azula mourned him, privately of course. She hated that his life had been taken so soon, before it even got a chance to start. He didn't deserve the short life he had, nor did the family deserve the lingering pain that his death caused.

So when she'd heard that Ryo's death had been murder and not crib death like she's always been told, she really did feel like the air had been momentarily sucked out of her lungs. The fact that all that pain she felt, both them and since had been artificially, inflicted by her own father, was like losing the baby all over again.

There was another lingering feeling that she was having issues with, and was hoping that with each punch of her bag it would go away.

She hit it until she felt like her hands would start bleeding. She lunged against the bag, holding onto it with a weak hug head resting on it.

"You know you're gonna break your hands doing that."

She growled to herself, remembering for a moment that part of having a room mate was that they talked sometimes when you didn't want them too. Boyfriend or not.

"I'm fine." She mumbled to herself, pulling herself up off the bag.

"Why are you upset?" He asked, reading the hard lines in her chin and shoulders.

"It's nothing." She turned towards Sokka who was standing in the door, going to walk past him.

"Hey." He said in a soft voice, hands going to her shoulders. "You know you can talk to me about stuff that's bothering you, right?"

"I know. But nothing's wrong with me."

Sokka sighed, giving her a sad little smile. "But we both know that's not the case." This made Azula roll her eyes, but only made Sokka more insistent. "We're together now Azula, for better and worse. And part of that is that you get to talk to someone else about what it is what's bothering you. That's what I'm here for."

Azula looked down, nodding slowly. "I know."

"I love you." He told her with a soft smile, brushing some sweat covered hair out of her face. "And I'm here for you."

"Thank you." She breathed.

"So?" He asked with a smile, "What's on your mind?"

Azula swallowed hard, looking into his deep blue eyes. "It's all fucked up, ya know? About my dad and my brother and the baby."

"It's very fucked up."

"What's worse is that... If what Suki said yesterday was true, that Ozai really did kill Ryo, then.... he deserved to die. I would have done the same thing if I were Zuko."

Sokka frowned heavily, but nodded slowly. "Anyone would have."

"Then why am I so angry at him?" Azula whispered in a harsh voice, tears swelling up on the bottom of her eyes.

Sokka sighed, wrapping her arms around him and holding her close, lips pressing to the side of her head.

---

His scar vanished, the red light that flooded the hallway almost matching the color of the abused skin. He walked with a proud swagger that you didn’t see with many japanese men, let alone Yakuza. Most of his peers in the underworld were older men. Grizzled by years of the war between the families, and they acted as such. But not Zuko. He walked and acted more like a soft spoken rock star than a Family boss. He had no idea of any of this, which more or less added to the appeal.

Behind him, in the crimson coated hallway, walked two men who knew this better than anyone. Azula wasn’t the only muscle in the family. Mak was a distant cousin and had been around all of Zuko’s life, and been in his corner all the while. He was Zuko’s closest ally outside his sister and lovers.

When Zuko was unreachable, or otherwise busy, Mak was in charge of things. Not only did he do the dirty work, but he was trusted like few others in the family were. He was the only one outside the siblings who knew about Suki. Not only her true identity but aided Zuko is his visits to her.

Mak was a keen and powerful ally, however it was the last man in the line that arguably was the most powerful and useful. Almost no one knew his real name or where he'd come from, even Zuko just knew him by his moniker, Damien. He was one of the few known Combustion benders.

He'd been trained by the Aihara family in his youth, for his rare Fire Bending ability was powerful but hard to control. Even under Gyatso's tutelage he was uncontrollable, always problematic in nature and attitude. He was on the verge of either being kicked out, killing himself, or leaving. That's when Aang introduced Damien to the Kasai son, Zuko.

They understood one another. Damian carried many scars on him, results from his failed attempts at combustion bending. And much like Zuko's own scar they were reminders of his past, both for better and worse. Zuko had helped him before a better bender. He no longer hurt himself by mistake, and had a much keener use of his ability. He owed his life to Zuko, and he'd been devoted to him and the family ever since.

Aang had asked Zuko once if he'd befriended Damien for the sake of the friendship, or to have a combustion bender on his side. Zuko thought about it for a moment, then simply smiled behind a lightly clenched fist.

He always took Damien on things like these, things that he knew would require some back up. And Mak was the one who brought the issue up in the first place, so he was naturally going to be there.

The effect was specific and powerful, as apparent by the woman in her 20s scampering away from the front desk.

"Where is she?" Zuko baked at her, not adding anymore context, not needing to. The woman coward, pointing in the direction of a back room. Zuko nodded to Damien, silently giving the man his orders. The almost seven foot man nodded, dipping down another hall way with no further explanation.

Zuko and Mak disappeared into the room the woman had told them about, going through a few more doors till they arrived at a back office. They meet an older woman, dresses sharply with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Zuko needed to say nothing as he walked in, she knew what was about to happen.

"I will pay you!" She barked, standing.

Zuko and Mak stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at the woman.

"Things have been slow! The girls are lazy! I can pay you now!" She continued, clearly frantic. "Double what I owe!"

Mak was the first to move, reaching into his breast pocket to pull out a small notebook, reading over it for a few more long moments where the woman pleaded for another chance.

"You're three months behind." Mak finally said, interrupting. "And, as if that wasn't enough, you recently bought a new car for yourself. A new BMW, if my notes are right."

Zuko broke from his potion beside Mak, starting to circle the room, observing the area but still listening to his cousin.

"A new Audi for your husband too, and a holiday in Hawaii for the both of you and some of your girls."

"Always wanted to visit." Zuko mused to himself, flipping over some papers on her desk.

"Seemed to enjoy herself too. A two week holiday turned into six."

Zuko nodded, picking up a framed picture of her husband.

"Boss!" A deep voice yelled, rolling back into the office. Zuko looked up, knowing Damien's voice anywhere. He hardly ever spoke, and when he did there was a good reason. He left the office, following the voice to another room towards the back. Damien was standing in the door, and motioned for Zuko to enter.

There was a room like this and everyone of these establishments. The girls usually stayed in the back rooms, huddled together, living together in a small space while they were not actively working. It was to be expected. However what Zuko saw had nothing to do with the room, and everything to do with the women in it.

"Take any you want!" The madame called from behind Mak and Damien. "Free of charge!"

All of the girls were standing in a line, as if waiting to be presented to him. Zuko walked to one of them, taking her face into his hand. He studied her intently, the girl flinching at the contact. He looked over over, finding a smooth face covered with skin that was fresh, young, too young. He frowned.

"How old are you?" He asked, knowing the answer, even though she wouldn't say it.

"They are all LEGAL!" The madame yelled.

Zuko let go of the one, moving onto the next and then the next, finding that each one looked just as young, if not younger than the next.

"All of them?" Mak asked, his voice not sad but matter-of-factly.

"Enough of them." Zuko replied. He stepped back, looking over all of them with his arms crossed over his chest.

He saw Suki in them. Not the Suki that was back at the temple that he wanted to get back to desperately, but the one he'd known tucked away in the home of their tutor, with flushed cheeks and skin too young to know the kind of touch he'd given her. Years ago when she told him that they’d been victims of one another he hadn’t believed her. How could he when all he felt was love? But now, over the years, looking back on it as an adult, his mind had changed, and he believed what she had said.

Without another thought he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a switchblade. He went back to the first girl, taking his knife to her face.

The girls all screamed, including the one in his hand. Because of her movement his cut wasn't perfect, but it was there. It wasn't deep enough that it would need medical attention, but deep enough that it would scar, deep enough that they would never lose her mark.

The action was repeated one by one to all the girls. It didn't matter if they were of age or not to Zuko, he knew what needed to be done. Damien had to restrain a few, even Mak held one that was crying hysterically as Zuko cut her. But in the end they were all done, all marked.

"Listen to me." Zuko told them all, standing before them as he wiped his knife clean with his silk kerchief. "I've marked you today for one simple reason. If I ever see you, or your mark, in a place like this, ever again, I will kill you." They all shrieked a bit. "I will not hesitate. I will not show mercy."

He held his blade and kerchief in his hand loosely a he spoke to them. "Go home to your mother. Marry a man who works hard. Have children. And never let me see your mark again."

He turned on his heels and quickly made his way to the Madame. He held her face with one hand, the other taking the blade to her throat where he slit it in one quick motion. She gasped, but not quickly enough to stop blood from spitting out her lips.

The girls screamed in horror as she hit the floor, dead. Zuko looked back to them, eyes fixated on all of them and none of them at once. With that he turned and left, stepping over the body of the Madame in the process. Mak and Damien followed, leaving the girls alone with the madame. Zuko's blame was once again cleaned and tucked away before they reached the car.

"I thought you weren't going to kill her." Mak asked Zuko, sitting in the backseat with him as Damien drove.

"I wasn't." Zuko admitted. "The plan was to rough her up a bit, send a message. But then..."

"The girls."

Zuko fell silent, but nodded. He wanted to get to the temple, where he knew Aang and Suki were waiting, where things made sense, even as fucked up as they were.

---

She was the last piece of her mother that he had, and much like the water she bent her presence was cooling and calm to him. He didn’t care about her past, or about how many she killed, all he cared about was the smile she wore every time they saw one another.

The loss of Bato had been hard on him and the presence of his beloved daughter helped to calm him, even if the news she bore wasn’t the best.

“I don’t understand why Zuko let her blow her cover. For a man that seems to in control it feels sloppy.”

“I agree.” Katara shrugged, sitting on the lush chair of the sunroom of her father’s house next to him. “He can’t even control his own woman.”

“Right.” Hakoda shrugged, looking over at Katara with a sheepish grin. “But then again, I can’t control you, does that make me a bad leader?”

Katara chuckled, “That’s hardly the same thing.”

“Isn’t it?” Hakoda smiled. “I also can’t be too mad about it. It seems like she was protecting him, and in this business it pays to have people who are willing to protect you.”

“Even at the cost of losing a cover like that?”

“A cover, a life, a future.” Hakoda nodded slowly, “Sounds like love.”

Katara rolled her eyes, looking at the glass of water she was holding on her knee. “Whatever. I have to go shopping for her after I leave here. She has nothing so I need to go and get some things for her.”

“That should be fun, I know how much you like to shop. Just don’t go crazy with all that fancy stuff.” He made a motion to her clothing.

“Fancy stuff?”

“Yeah, fancy stuff. I get the credit card bill you know.” He laughed.

“You’ve never had to problem with it before.” Katara smiled,

“Well I don’t have a problem with it. I want you to have those things after all. But it might be a little much for a woman who’s not as fancy as you.”

“You know I’m not sure if you’re insulting me or not.”

Hakoda reached over, patting her on the shoulder. “You know I love you, Katara.”

“I know.” She mumbled. “So I guess I need an answer for what to do with Zuko’s plan.”

Hakoda looked out through the open walls of the sun room, eyes scanning the horizon. The house was placed on a large land area that he and Kya had bought before the kids were born. It was away from the hustle and bustle of the city, of the Yakuza. He had an apartment in the city that he stayed in, but he mostly stayed here in the estate. It made him happy, it brought him peace, it helped him think.

“If I say no… then the alliance will be broken and we will be thrown back into war. You’re brother is involved with a Kasai, who I happen to like even though you don’t trust her.”

This drew a groan from Katara, but another dry chuckle from Hakoda.

“I like her killer edge.” His lips curled into a smile, tone light. “Reminds me of someone else I know.”

“If you say so.” Katara mumbled, lips twisting in an annoyed frown. “Go on…”

“I can’t see your brother throwing her to the side at this point in time. So even if we go back into war, he’s not likely to choose a side. Doing so would alienate her and he won’t have it. I don’t think Azula would be so idealistic. She won’t turn her back on her brother, but that’s not to say she’ll stay out of the fight. She’ll offer him support, that much I know.”

“Which would be problematic.”

“To say the least. The biggest problem lies not with the Kasai’s, but with the Aihara’s. They are and have always been the most dangerous of the families and I was always personally grateful for their neutrality. I had been under the hopeful assumption that Ozai’s death was an anti-Kasai movement, retribution towards the family. However knowing what we know now, about Zuko and Aang’s relationship and the baby that was supposedly murdered, I see now that it was a pro-Kasai, a pro-Zuko move. He may not control the family, but he might as well.

“So fact of the matter is that if we say no, we go to war against the Aihara and Kasais, as well as the Ishidas, all without your brother.”

Katara nodded, “And the other option…”

Hakoda nodded. “We accept their offer. We work with the Bei Fongs. Expand our business. Make more money.”

“Seems cut and dry. But It may not pan out though. The Bei Fongs may get cold feet, may not be interested.”

Hakoda shrugged, “And if those things happen we’re back where we are now. So what do we have to lose?”

Katara sighed, “I suppose you’re right…”

“I know I’m right.” He smiled.

“Right.” She groaned again. “I’ll let them know…”

---

“Come mer’ you!” Aang growled, lunging for her.

“Stop it!” She laughed as he tackled her softly, pressing her down on the bed before placing a string of kisses along her collarbone.

“Come on, you know you like it.” He mumbled into her skin.

“Yeah.” Suki sighed, wrapping her legs around his hips. “I think I’m partial to it.”

His kisses lead a trail up her neck, hand groping and caressing her as he did so. He’d never get over how good she felt. He’d only been with Zuko for the past decade or so, and had grown used to the hardness of his body, the lines that jut and cut against his own. So to hold Suki, who was flesh and curves, was a refreshing change to him. He saw the benefits of having two lovers, really.

“I just got dressed.” She sighed into his lips.

Aang withdrew the hand he’d placed in her shorts, a disappointed pout on his face. “But these are my clothes.”

“You’re point?” She pushed him off her so that they were both in a sitting position. Aang kissed her again, this time with a sad little sigh. “I’m gonna get new clothes today anyways, so then you won’t have anything to hold over my head. Even though I don’t think I’ll like what she picks out for me. She’s much too… frilly for me.”

“Well I think you could also be frilly if you wanted to.” Aang kissed her on the shoulder. “Frilly would look nice on you.” Aang looked at the clothes she had on; a pair of his old shorts, and a ripped t-shirt that was one of the one’s Zuko left here at the Temple for himself. She’d been wearing more or less the same thing since she’d gotten here a few days ago. He thought she looked so beautiful, so perfect.

With daily healing sessions from Katara her shoulder was healing well. She was resting comfortably in Aang’s room, with him constantly checking on her. She slept mostly, watching TV between naps. Truth be told she felt like she’d gone through a mental and emotional marathon. Killing her partner was never something she thought about doing, let alone planned to. She mourned for not only him but for her old life and everything that she’d worked for. She took pride in being a cop, and now it was all gone.

It was a lot to take in and a short amount of time to do it. It’s why she’d spend most of her time at the temple curled up in Aang’s bed, crying from time to time.

Zuko was taking care of things around town, coming back to the temple when he could. He, along with Aang, soothed Suki’s fears and dries her tears. They both supported her, doing everything they could to make her feel better. They’d make love, the three of them, and kiss away all the fears that they could. The best thing for her to was just to be held by them, her body lovingly cradled between their strong figures. It was the only time that she felt right, that she truly felt things would be ok.

“You’re beautiful no matter what.” Aang whispered to her, kissing her on the cheek softly.

“Yeah.” She sighed. “Me and my frizzy hair and loose morals.”

“Hey.” He scolded gently, kissing her on the lips softly. “I think you’re great. And I don’t care about those things.”

“I know.” She said with a soft smile. “It doesn't matter to you.”

“No.” He took the side of her face into his hand, turning her to face him. “The only thing that matters to me is that you’re here, and that you’re safe. And you’re both those things, right?”

“I am.”

“So I know that things kinda suck right now. I know that you’re frustrated. But things will be ok, they will work out. I know it.”

Suki leaned in and kissed him quickly, pulling away with a soft smile. “Thank you.” She breathed.

“You’re welcome…” Aang nodded. “We should have sex again.”

Suki let out a roar of laughter, falling back down on the bed with Aang following her down, kissing her as many times as he could manage before there was a knocking at the door.

“Yes?” Aang yelled back at the door.

Katara’s voice replied, “It’s me. I have clothes.”

Suki snarled, looking at Aang. He gave her another kiss, lifting himself up off the bed and to the door. Suki sat up in the middle of their mussed up bed, legs crossing in front of her. Aang opened to door and Katara came through it, huffing as she carried a half dozen large bags. Suki knew right away that her fears had been founded. The bags read Burberry, Guuchi, Christian Louboutin, Michael Kors and Barney’s, all not the kind of places that Suki would even think about shopping at.

“Are those my clothes?”

Katara nodded, sitting them on the bed by her. “I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I got you things that I would wear.”

“I was worried about that.” Suki mumbled, opening one of the bags and finding a shoe box. She popped it open, pulling out a pair of insanely high, white heels with red soles. “Well these would be good for self defence.” Aang had sat next to her on the bed, Suki pretending to jab the heel in his neck. Aang laughed, pulling out another shoebox that housed an equally impractical pair of heels.

“Well they will add a few inches to you.”

Suki put them back in the box with a shake of the head, “You’ll have to return these. I can’t wear them.”

“Why not?” Katara asked, popping a hip. “Those are great shoes.”

“Yeah for you. I can’t do anything with a heel.” Suki started inspecting the rest of her new things, each thing worse and more impractical than the next. The things were frilly and delicate, the kinds of things that she’d never be able to move around in. Sure the things were pretty, lovely even. But they weren't for her. “All of these have to go back.”

“Even the jewelry?”

Suki looked at the bag from Barney’s, looking at the few pieces that she’d been given. Suki sat a few aside, but put most of them back in the bag. “They just aren't for me.” Suki said with a shrug. “What the hell am I gonna do with a diamond studded choker?”

“You wear it.” Katara snapped, pulling the bags away from her. “At least normal people do.”

“Well then I guess I’m not normal.”

“I’ll say.” Katara snarled. "At least tell me that the underwear and bras are ok." She gave Suki a pink bag which the women looked at.

"These might be..." Suki pulled out a very small, very lacy thong. "What the hell?"

"Now those I like." Aang said with a grin. "As one of your boyfriends I say you should keep them."

Suki gave a soft smile, looking through the other things. "They are nice and fancy but... didn't you get me anything normal?"

Katara reached into the bag, pulling out a lace see-through bra. "This is everyday."

Suki rolled her eyes, looking at Aang. "These will work for... special occasions." She blushed a little bit. "But I will need some other things. I'll make you a list before you go out again."

"You ok to go shopping again?" Aang asked Katara.

"I'm always up to go shopping." She said. "Oh, and I have some good news. My father is good with the new course of action."

"He was alright with it? I thought it would take some convincing."

"Well, he had to convince me." She shrugged. "I still don't think it'll work but he's convinced."

"I'm sorry you feel like that, but I'm glad that the family is onboard."

"Whatever." Katara said with a sigh. "I guess we'll see what happens." She was packing the clothes and shoes up in the bags. "I suppose I have to go back and return these things."

"I'll make a list of things for you to get." She looked at Katara, lifting herself off the bed. "And stores that you can find them."

Katara cut a glare as Suki walked from the bed room and into Aang's small sitting room. Aang closed the door behind her, saying that he needed to talk to Katara.

"Leave the underwear." He told her. "And that one blue-green dress with all the shimmery stuff on it. It'll look nice on her."

"But she hated it."

"Yeah I know. She's just preening her feathers."

"She's what?"

"You're more glamorous than her and you come in with clothes that are above her and she got defensive. She’s… wanting to reject that." He gave a shrug. "It happens."

"Sure." Katara looked at the door where Suki was sitting behind. "Do you really love her?"

Aang blinked at the question. "I... never said I did? I just meet her."

"Then why are you doing this with her and Zuko? I mean you could be with anyone and you choose to have to share your lover with someone else."

He shook his head, "I don't see it like that. It’s true I just meet Suki, but I still feel like I have a connection with her, through of Zuko. I love him and have gladly shared my life with him for the past decade and want to be with him forever. She'd part of him and has been long before I was. I couldn't think about asking him to leave her for me. What kind of partner would I be if I did that? And I care about her, I know her through him and I have a connection that's not something to be taken lightly." Aang smiled to himself. "And I know that I'll love her in time, I have no doubt of that." He hadn’t expressed his feelings on the matter out loud yet. Doing so banished any relinquishing fears and reservations that he had.

“Sounds dumb.” Katara sighed. “But… as long as you’re happy.”

“I am.” He grinned. “And the sex is… unique.”

Katara fought a blush, letting her curiosity taking control of her mouth. “Do you all kinda... “ She made a motion with her hand to the bed. “Pile on and go for it?”

Aang laughed, running his fingers through his thick hair. “It’s a bit more…. Elegant than that but yeah.”

“Weird.” She mumbled.

Aang shrugged, "If I put in a good word for you you might be able to watch." He wiggled his eye brows, turning on his heels and walking though the door and back to Suki. He, oddly enough had started to miss her and wanted to be near her again.

----

"I'm gonna show you what's up so hard." Sokka snarled down. "When I'm done with you, you're going to be BEGGING for me to stop."

Azula tilted her head, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "What?"

"Oh. You heard me." He smirked again.

"You're so strange."

Sokka let out a menacing laugh, attacking the plate he had in his hand with the scrub brush, mania in his eyes.

"There is something kinda sexy about it." Azula said to herself, watching her boyfriend do the dishes. He had light blue on gloves on as he cleaned, the textures finger tips of the gloves tight around his own fingers. Except for the two pinky fingers, those hung loose, the rubber grips having lost their usefulness.

"Can I ask you about them?"

"About what, babe?" Sokka asked, glancing over at her.

"Your fingers."

Sokka looked over at her surprised. It was a common thing for members, mostly males, of most families to have these wounds. It started back with the old Samurai families, when masters would order their students to cut off tips of their fingers as a way to be punished for a transgression. The idea was that the shorter your finger was, the less powerful grip you’d have on your weapon, the more dependent you would be on your master, the less likely you’d be to leave the group. As times changed and the elegant katana was replaced by a brass knuckles and pistols, the tradition stuck. Hakoda had the tips of his own small fingers missing, more so than Sokka did in fact.

"Why do you wanna know?” He asked. “I thought you'd be used to this kinda thing."

Azula shook her head, "Kasai's don't cut fingers, they burn."

"Ah… That explains your brother's face.”

Azula leaned against the counter, facing him. “That was a whole thing. Usually the punishment will be something minor, a burn on the arm or the like. But my father...” She swallowed hard. “He went overboard with it. Burnt half of his face off, nearly killed him, no one was ever the same.” She rolled her eyes, batting away the onslaught of honesty with a sarcastic brush of the hand. “Ozai Never gave Zuko a punishment after that.”

“Makes cutting off fingers seem a bit more reasonable.” Sokka mumbled from the cup he was washing. “I actually think of them as a badge of honor. If not for them I wouldn't have grown as a man and as a leader. I would never have gotten the respect that I have.” His strong shoulders shrugged. "Much like your tattoos."

Azula had on a tank top, and looked down at her heavily tattooed arms. She had never really thought of the correlation. For her the tattoos were expected and natural for her. Her own father had them, had her entire life. Zuko started getting his when he was only 15, boys were usually allowed to get them young after all. So by the time Azula turned 16 she was eager and ready to get her’s. She’d been so excited to get her first ink.

However the sight of the grouping of needles going into the skin on her arm proved to be too much for her. She passed out cold.

She woke up after a while, the female tattoo artist tending to her. Azula was annoyed with herself actually. She’d been all excited for this tattoo, for years even. And she passed out like a bitch. She told the tattoo artist to keep going, even if she passed out under her. It was a weird tattoo session to say the least. The sessions after that were better, and Azula had arms, shoulders and a back to show for it.

“Did you pass out when you got your fingers chopped?” Azula asked. She’d told Sokka about her tattoo experience the other day, which he’d listed to but laughed at a little bit. He found it cute and endearing, in an Azula kinda way.

“I didn’t.” He told her with a sott smile. “I didn’t cry or anything. I actually watched it happen.”

She squirmed, imaging the thought of watching an appendage being cut off like that, “Did you have to?”

“Watch it?”

“Your finger being cut?”

“Nah.” He shrugged. “Just wanted to.”

“So you’ve always been into pain.”

“It’s not so much about the pain as it is the thrill.” Sokka chuckled, taking his gloves off and sitting them to the side. “Well in a way. When I was a kid it came out in risk driven behaviors. Fast cars, guns, fighting, you know the like. But as I’ve gotten older it’s become more… established you could say.”

Azula raised an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

Sokka nodded, slowly, thoughtfully. “They are very… specific in nature.”

Azula moved towards him, slowly picking up a towel that was sitting nearby, twisting it into a rope. “I see.” He purred, going to stand behind him. Sokka turned away from her and towards the sink, glancing back at her with a smile. “I wonder whatever it is.” She took the rag, ying it around Sokka’s wrists. She wasn’t gentle, she didn’t need to be, never with him.

“We shall just have to find out.” Sokka mused, smiling almost slyly.

Azula tighten the bounds, smiling as she put a hand on his back, bending him over the sink. She followed him, leaning in and nipping at his earlobe playfully, “We shall.”

----

The next day Suki was in normal, respectable clothes, and she'd never been happy to be so. She would have been in her fitted jeans and hoodie, lounging in bed and eating ice cream, but today there was a mission to be had. She smoothed her green lace top over her fit figure, stealing a glance from Zuko who was fixing at his tie.

"You look nice." He said over to her, smiling softly. "You look like yourself."

"I feel like myself." She said, looking over at him, "In many ways."

"Oh?"

She nodded, her eyes soft as she looked at him. "I feel like I belong here, by your side."

Zuko reached out, taking her hand into his and kissing her on the side of her head. "You do belong here, you always have."

Her entire body sighed, grinning happily.

"You guys ready?" Aang asked, walking in the door to the small side room that they'd changed in.

"We are." Suki said with a sure nod.

Aang nodded, walking to them and taking each of their hands into his. They stood together, the three of them linked. "I want you both to know that no matter what happens out there we will have one another. And we will figure this out together, no matter what “it” happens to be."

They all nodded in agreement, knowing before he said that that it was in fact the truth. They dropped hands, but walked through the door together, as one.

They meet Sokka, Azula and Katara already in the room. They were all dressed in their suits and ties, proper attire for a meeting of this caliber, of this importance. This was after all not just about the current alliance, but about the future for everyone involved in their world.

“Is she here?” Azula asked, tone impatient. “She was supposed to be here half an hour ago.”

“She’ll be here when she’s here.” Suki assured her, standing between Zuko and Aang. “She’s a bit of a…”

“A free spirt.” Aang added, smiling over at Suki. They were the only two that knew anything about her, the only two who knew what to expect.

She eventually arrived, only being introduced to the group after surrendering her weapons and being searched by some of Sokka’s men. She came in escorted on the arm of a man looking much larger and powerful than many in the room. Toph Bei Fong was tiny, and rather unassuming because of her size, statue and dress. In fact Sokka had to hold back a laugh upon seeing her. Azula cut him a glare for it.

Zuko took the lead, as he usually did. “Toph Beifong.” He bowed. “My name is Zuko Kasai, thank you for agreeing to meet with me and my associates.”

She just gave a shallow bow, her eyes wide and blank, evidence of her blindness. She pulled herself away from her escort, just enough to be able to take a step forward on her own, the escort leaving the room with a bow. “You should be thanking me. After all you have found yourself in quite a predicament and I seem to be the only person that can help you.”

Zuko made a small noise of consideration, his brows creasing. It was true, in a way, but it wasn’t the ony side of the story.

“I beg your pardon, ma’am. But you find yourself in an equally problematic position. Yes, we need your help. However you need us as well.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head just so, her expression curious but amused. “I do?”

“No one gives a shit about the Beifongs.” The statement rang in the quiet room. The gathered group looked between Zuko and Toph, tension clear and quickly mounting. “Your family hasn’t been anything in decades and now suddenly you want to be part of this? You don’t juet get to walk into everything that we’ve worked towards for years without being invited. Without being allowed in. So yes, Ms. Beifong, we need you, but you need us even more.”

Things held still in the hair for a long moment, no one sure of what was going to happen.

It was Toph who first laughed, first broke the silence. “Normally I kill people who disrespect me like that... “

“But you’re not going to kill me.” Zuko said quickly.

“No, unfortuniatly not this time” She sighed, “I can read the room better than that even if I am blind.” She motioned to the gathered crowd. “And if anything I’d say you are well on your way to your goal, even without my help. So I will be glad to add to it.”

“How so?” Zuko asked.

“Well… As far as I can tell this is the first time, in a long time, all the families have been under the same roof with no hostilities or threats of violence. And I would hate to break up such a love fest.” She said this with a bit of a dramatic flair and roll of her pale eyes.

Zuko cleared his throat, bringing the conversation back to himself, “Well… I welcome you to our alliance then.”

“Whatever.” Toph sighed, pulling her hand away. “Who’s got the booze?” She asked. “I don’t trust anyone till I’ve drank with them.”

Zuko let out a break he didn’t even know he’s been holding, turning to Suki and Aang, who both assured him with small smiles and nods of approval.

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Hardships - Jaime x reader

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Queen!Stark!reader

Other characters: Brienne, Jon, Tyrion, Daenerys, Cersei, Podrick, Robb, Ned, Catelyn, King Robert

Words: 1770

Warning: mentions of war, death and blood, some season 8 spoilers

Request: Hello!! Could you do a Jaime x Stark reader, where they have been through some hardships together but never admitted their feelings, but they both survive the battle of Winterfell and are really emotional. The rest is up to you! Have a beautiful day x

A/N: I loved writing this. I actually wanted to try writing flashbacks since a while, so be prepared for lots of them😅

Important: You’re the queen in the North in this story because Jon doesn’t want the throne and believes in you.

Jaime’s POV: In the middle of the long night Jaime desperately tries to spot you somewhere but it’s way too dark and there’re too many people who are blocking his sight. Furthermore, the former knight is forced to fight countless of white walkers, he can’t spend too much time finding you. He has to believe you’re alright, no matter how hard it is to not worry about you.

But sadly, that’s easier said than done. Jaime just can’t concentrate when he doesn’t know whether or not you’re safe and doing well. What if you’re hurt and need him? What if you’re already dead? He doesn’t really have the chance to scan his surroundings, Jaime only sees Brienne and Patrick one or two times but he already noticed the many corpses getting more around his feet on the ground. No matter how incredible your fighting skills are there’s still a huge possibly you’re dead by now.

Despite Jaime’s worries and his recurring pleading you were determined to support your people in the front. You’re not Cersei, you won’t let others fight for you while you’re sitting around in a save room with all the other women and children. In your opinion, as their queen you can’t let them down. Sure, he cherishes your strong headed personality but in this case he wishes you would have listen to him and wait in the Scrip with the others.

For the rest of the battle, Jaime has to hope for the best and pray you’re alright. Right now, he can only try to stay alive. ♧Jaime isn’t particularly fond of traveling north to meet Ned Stark and his family. The Stark were never fond of Jaime and he wasn’t very fond of them either but as soon as he sees you the first time staying a little while in Winterfell suddenly doesn’t seem half as bad. Immediately, Jaime is fascinated by your beauty and your polite yet confident attitude. During the feast which is held because of the kings’s arrival Jaime decided to ask you to dance with him, beginning to smile when he notices a little blush appearing on your cheeks. Only two days after your dance together, the king decides to take Ned, Jaime, you and your brothers to a little hunting trip in the woods. You’re probably part of their journey because you remind Robert of your aunt, Lyanna Stark. Until today Jaime doesn’t know how Robb has managed it but during the hunting season somehow he accidentally shoots you with an arrow in the left leg. Everyone panics and gets scared because you lose a lot of blood in a frightening fast pace, Jaime would love to stab your brother in this moment for doing this to you, unintentionally or not. Without hesitating he runs to you only to first give you a piece of fabric from his shirt (which he cut out with his sword) to minimize the blood flow. Then, he carries you bridle style to his horse, to get you to Winterfell’s maesters as soon as possible. Once you two arrive at your home and the maesters guarantee you’ll be fine and it’s only a flesh wound everyone, including Jaime, is extremely relieved. The kingslayer doesn’t know why yet but he thought of you dying scares him to no end. He already witnessed you’re very popular around your family and people, not that he’s very surprised. You’re nothing like Cersei, unlike her you’re a strong and independent but gracious and kindhearted person. In spite of the maesters encouraging words Jaime isn’t able to fall asleep because all he can think of his you not being fine right now for some reason. Maybe you’re in pain or your wound reopened and no one is there to help you. In the middle of the night he makes to decision to visit you secretly (he knows your parents likely wouldn’t approve otherwise). Jaime doesn’t expect you to be awake when he comes to see you, he just needs to see for himself that you’re alright but actually, you’re wide awake when he quietly enters your room. After apologizing for interrupting you to such an hour and making sure you’re not in too much pain, the two of you somehow start talking about anything and everything till the sun starts rising. During the whole conversation Jaime has a smile on his face, not his usual cocky smirk but a real smile.♧ The battle against the dead took the whole night. After every last white walker pulverizes at the same time, Jaime wastes no time to search you. It doesn’t matter where he looks everywhere he sees people dead laying on the bloodied ground. He makes sure to observe every corpse precisely in order to make ensure you’re not one of them. While trying to find you Jaime sees countless men and women he crossed path with only days before. Some of them he even notices from his arrival in Winterfell. ♧Jaime hates every single minute of being Robbs prisoner. Again the only glimmer of light is you accomplishing your mother to his cell one day, looking at him with pity. Even though he isn’t a fan of you seeing and pitying him like this, he’s glad to know you’re fine after everything that happened to your family. However, he wishes you would meet each other under different circumstances. Apparently, you have talked with the so called ‘King in the North’ after your little reunion and begged him to let you treat Jaime’s wounds and wash him a bit, so he won’t die from an infection before you get your sisters back. The moment you take care of his many wounds the Kingslayer is sure he falls for you, deeply. For him you’re perfect in any way, he’s truly amazed by your forgiven but rational nature and can’t stop himself from developing feeling for you. You seem to take him for who he really is, something he only experienced with Tyrion so far.♧ Minutes passes and still there is no sign of you, Jaime only sees Brienne and Podrick again, both of them seem to be more or less fine and even through he’s glad they’re still alive, none of them is the one he’s worried about. When he finds your half-brother Jon under the survivors, he hopes Jon has seen you somewhere. Much to Jaime’s dismay, the bastard isn’t able to help him. The former commander of the night’s watch hasn’t seen you since shortly after the beginning of the battle. After hearing this, panic once again rises inside of him like wildfire. You have to be fine. There aren’t many options but to walk through the castle and to hope Jaime spots you among the living instead the dead. ♧ The next time Jaime gets to meet you, you’re the queen of the North, the she-wolf of Winterfell. You’re in Kinglanding for a meeting with his sister Cersei and the Dragon queen Daenerys to show them all the white walkers for the first time. After the meeting of the queens Jaime luckily catches you while Jon speaks to the mother of Dragons and Cersei excuses herself. What you don’t know is that he stopped sleeping with Cersei because the knight just couldn’t stop thinking about you anymore after your last encounter. For a long time he was afraid of meeting you again because he has only one hand left. He’s scared you won’t see him as the glorious golden knight anymore and label him as a broken man. But after all the time of secretly missing you, he has to take the opportunity to hear your voice again. When you don’t even witness his missing hand like it’s not a big deal at all, Jaime admits how much he would like to just leave with you but he knows Cersei would never approve. Therefore, you have to say good bye once more. Before you’re able to leave he hesitantly takes your arm, planning to finally kiss you. Jaime just can’t wait any longer. It’s now or never. Unfortunately, his dear brother and your right hand, Tyrion manages to interrupt him in this exact moment, telling you it’s time to leave. ♧ After what feels like an eternity, Jaime finally sees you looking around with a stressed face. Clearly, you search your family and friends. He calls your name while hastily walking towards you. When you notice him a huge smile appears on your face, you appear so happy and relieved to see him. Once he stands before you he takes you in his strong embrace, his arms tightly around you like you would disappear any second. In this moment he swears to himself he’ll never let you go again. Normally, Jaime doesn’t think highly about oaths of any kind but this time he’s certain he’ll keep his promise. ‘I was so scared, (y/n). Please, never do something like that again to me. I can’t lose you, I love you so much,’ Jaime confesses, his desperation as well as his relief clearly audible in his voice. He would have never forgiven himself if you died before he’s able to confess his feelings to you. Way too long he hid his feelings because he feared a reaction. Moment before, Jaime faxed the dead. Both of them could day any moment. He has to take his chance as long as he can. Before you get the opportunity to response he takes your face in his good hand and leans in to kiss you with so much love and passion, none of you ever want to end the kiss ever again. Before you two start getting to heated Jaime leans back to end your kiss, looking deeply into your eyes with such a softness, only increases your beautiful smile in the process. 'Marry me, (y/n). Please I need you, you have to become mine.’ Jaime immediately notices tears forming in your eyes, for a second he fears you’ll say no but before he’s able to take his marriage offer back you spring into his arms and kiss his whole face with a huge smile. 'Yes, yes, yes. Of course I’ll marry you, Jaime Lannister. I love you more than you can imagine.’ After your wedding a few moons later the two of you reign Winterfell as King and Queen. At the beginning, your people aren’t pleased and very skeptical but you guarantee them you’ll make every decision alone, something Jaime highly approved. It took so many years but after all hardships and troubles you two have found the loving and supporting partner you craved your whole life. And Jaime relishes every moment of his new found joy.

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marvelmymarvel · 6 years ago

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Little Smiles

Mycroft Holmes x ExAmericanSpy!Reader

Synopsis: When life got crazy as a spy and your life was endangered, the US sent you to England to be protected and to ‘start over’ as they would like to say. You were placed under the care of Mycroft Holmes and soon became the mystery woman to the people of England.

Do. Not. Smile.

Those three words were drilled into your brain before the US Government even put you on the plane to England. In order for you to be safe and secure, you had to be a mystery and stay that way until the predicament blew over. You didn't know how long that would take, you didn't even know if you wanted to know. But all the training you went through could never prepare you for the challenge that laid ahead. You thought not smiling and laying low would be easy, that living in England would be a fresh start. But then you met your caretaker and protector, Mycroft Holmes, that all changed.

You thought that your public appearance would be minimal, but wherever Mycroft went, you went as well. This meant that you were always in the limelight, and you finally understood why the US told you to seem as boring as possible to the public eye. That maybe, just maybe, the people of England would pass you off as someone rather unexciting. Yet you didn't know how hard it would be to fight back a smile when in the presence of Mycroft Holmes. You didn't know what drew you into him. Maybe it was the fact that he was so proper and you were always a sucker for a British accent. Or maybe it was the fact that he was kind and caring to you, even though he was cold to others. Either way, you had grown quite fond of him, and that was dangerous.

As you predicted, the press began to question who you were and what your affiliation was to the royal family and Mycroft. Soon that died down and you were just a mystery woman of sorts. Something that they knew was there but didn't care about. You were able to fight off the smiles for months and the ‘news’ about you died down, but then you started to lighten up. You started to think you were safer and in turn, you became looser and your smiles towards Mycroft became brighter and bigger when in front of a crowd. At first, no one would pick up your blank and distant stare that would change into a bright and warm smile up towards Mycroft. But when they caught on, all hell broke loose.

You were sitting in Mycroft's chair, waiting for him to return from a meeting. Lounging sideways with your legs over one side and your back resting against the other, you looked at the ceiling and began to count the tiles. The door opened and your head snapped to it quickly. You smiled brightly at a very disheveled and stressed Mycroft, not quite reading his mood. “Hi honey” you stated sweetly, your American accent, which now had a hint of English flowing through the vowels, made the room feel brighter. You straightened up in his chair and your smile faltered a little at his uneager look that he shot your way. He was holding a newspaper that was twisted tightly in a way that made it look like a little baton. Your eyes went from the newspaper to his face as he approached you. You stood up shakily, worried that you had done something terribly wrong that would cause such a reaction. Where you moving too fast? Where you being too forward? You loved him, he loved you...

So what was the issue?

Mycroft threw the newspaper down on the desk and your head shot down to it. On the front page was a picture of you looking up at him with a big smile on your face.

“Mystery Woman of England, In a Relation With Mycroft Holmes? What Is She Hiding?”

“Holy Shit” you whispered out after you read the headline, grabbing the newspaper in your shaky hands, you sat back into the seat and read the first paragraph.

“It seems that Mycroft Holmes has found a new mistress. The ‘Mystery Woman’ that the people of England have been wondering about has been seen smiling lovingly at Mycroft Holmes on more than one occasion. Witnesses have also seen Mycroft Holmes grabbing her hand, touching her lower back, and even whispering in her ear. Has Mycroft Holmes found a new mistress? Or will this too pass like his other-”

“Stop reading it” Mycroft cut your reading off angrily, clearly seeing the hurt in your face at the mere thought of him leaving you. He began to pace as you set down the newspaper carefully on the desk as if slamming it too hard would break either one of you. “I’m sorry” you whispered out loud, realizing that you shouldn't have read it out loud while also realizing how much of a mess you truly made. He didn’t answer but only kept pacing. To him, you were everything, but he couldn't have you if it meant your safety was compromised.

“Mycroft... Jim Moriarity cannot find me... He’s in prison-”

“He’s out” Mycroft snapped while stopping in his tracks. The mere words that Moriarity was capable of getting you again, scared you into silence. Sitting back in the chair, you let out a huff of confusion and angst. Moriarity was the man that you came across while overseas and you were the one that put him away, which is why you were on his top 10 kill list. The US Government wasn't protecting you from him only his henchmen and followers. You weren't in any danger from Moriarity himself, until now at least. “I’m an ex-spy... I know how to fight-”

“That's not the point, love” Mycroft cut you off once more exasperatedly. The thought of someone harming you because of his own selfish reasons hurt him. He would take a lethal bullet for you 10x over before Moriarity could find you. But here you were, out on the newspaper for everyone to see whilst Moriarity roamed free.

Perfect timing.

“I’m sorry” you whispered softly while staring at the desk in shame and despair. You were trained to never fall in love and to always follow the rules, and this was breaking both of them. You heard him stop pacing and could feel him staring at you, but he didn't move till he saw your lip quiver in fear. “I still love you Y/n... You know that”

His words made your heart light up as you lifted your head to look at him. You had tears streaming down your face, causing his heart to break a little more as he moved over towards you. Cupping your face in his hands his thumb subconsciously caressed your cheek sweetly, only causing your heart to race faster. You had promised yourself and your nation to never fall in love.

And here you were.

Head over heels for the man who was your protector. There was no going back... You thought as your eyes traveled back to the paper but he reached down and pushed it away. “I will keep you safe Y/n” he whispered out when your eyes looked back up at him. You only stared at him as his hands traveled to the back of your neck, “Have I ever let you down my love?”

“No of course not” you answered quickly as you grabbed his hands in yours, he had always kept you safe, no matter what, so you didn't know why you felt so uneasy about this. The thought of the man you feared out on the streets and looking for you, shook you to your core, but you knew deep down that nothing would happen. “I love you” you whispered out finally as your eyes traveled back up from his chest to his eyes. They had dropped down sometime during your deep thoughts, but Mycroft never made you snap out of it. He knew how you felt. He knew what you needed.

You needed him.

“If we go public, he may back off... You’re practically the British Government, you could kill him easily” you started stuttering out quickly as you felt the panic rise up again like bile in your throat. “Love. Love... LOVE” Mycroft snapped out firmly, causing you to come out of your panic attack as your eyes once more met with his.

Silence filled the office as your fear became sadness. You didn't want to lose him, but you were going to. “Promise you’ll remember me if he gets me Mycroft-” your speech was cut short thanks to his arms grabbing you and pulling your body into them. He gripped around your waist tightly, making you feel safe and secure. He held you closer as you began to weep, and in that one moment, he promised himself that when he had Moriarity, he would kill him.

For you were far more important to him than secrets.

#mycroft imagine #mycroft holmes imagines #mycroft holmes imagine #mycroft imagines #mycroft holmes #sherlock imagine

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dangeroustimemachinehologram · 4 years ago

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Scary year she had-my story

In the middle of December, Amy moved to Lower Gornal is a village in Staffordshire close to Dudley. She decided to do it a couple of months ago. It was only a few weeks before Christmas. She really loves cold weather. It's the reason why she like autumn around October/November and winter up till March time. She decided to do it because she wanted to change in life. For her and to be happy. She left her family over 100 miles away in Norwich. For now anyway. Her parents died in an accident a few years back. She manages to get a job as a bartender in a pub in Gornal village called The Woodman. It wasn't her dreamed job but it was only 15 minutes walk from where she lives and the paid good money. Mostly around Christmas and New Year time. Amy had a younger sister named Beth. Beth had 2 kids: Josh and Zoe. Of course, she had some uncles and auties, etc but they live in Ireland. Beth also was a single mother. The father of the kids left them like a couple of years ago. He moved to Germany. He decided that a normal family isn't something for him. That why Amy wanted to settle down and furniture her 3 bedroom house. It might sound like small for 4 people but 2 bedrooms are a good size and one its large than it wouldn't a problem for the divide for 2 parts. Amy loved her niece and nephew like her own. She didn't have her own. It's not like she didn't want to have kids. She just waits for the right time and right men. That is another reason why she moved. For a better life for her and her sister. Beth and kids spouse moved with Amy around August after kids finish the school year. Kids would go to Straits school and Beth would work up the road from their school in Bageridge social club. At least Amy would have a few months to sort everything out. Amy and Beth weren't most religious people. They didn't been going to church. Unless they had to or they feel like it. In the area, you have few. But 1 very inspire Amy while her sister been still living in Norwich. St James' Church had big cementary. Because Amy's hobby was taking the picture and she also like take creepy pictures and this church with an old-style creepy greybeard was perfect for her. ...... It's finally Christmas. Beth and kids spend a few days with Amy around. They all liked the area. And had so much fun. Mostly after Amy been so busy at her new job, sorting a new place to leave, etc. I had some rest and fun and some lovely food. Yes, it might go fast because just after Christmas Beth had to come back to Norwich and Amy had come back work... Still..... Family time and have some rest before busy a few months before her family will be moving in with her. ..... Just a day after they went Amy decided that after work she'll go around cemetery take finnaly pictures she planned over a week ago. She finishes at half past 10 at night. It's a perfect time to take some creepy pictures at night. She had a day off the next day because she was doing double shifts over new year's eve and a new year. ...... And now when finnaly she's taking a picture after having permission from a local vicar from St James' Church. She really had a chance to finish her portfolio. She always wanted to send her pictures for a contest. Of course, the subjects of her work would be scary parts of the UK. But meanwhile she was getting ready to leave, after all, a number of ghostly voices had been heard in the churchyard. To start with she thought she's tired and that she hallucinates or partly dreaming. But it was getting more intense. The late time made her decide to go home. The next day she went to a vicarage and talk to a Vicar about that. Vicar Andrew told Amy that in 1881 finally resulting in the local vicar being assaulted by an unknown force. An exorcism finally disposed of the entities. …. So far she decides to move on. End of the day she didn't want this put her of the area she lives and pictures she took. And still added pictures to her portfolio. … 2 months later around Valentine's day place where she works The Woodman was making everything ready for a day. Some people were booking tables for a romantic meal. Also was prepare for people coming for quick drink and food. Also, they needed space for the usual guests. But they didn't expect that the place would start becoming subject poltergeist activity over the last couple of days. In the upstairs kitchen, all the plates were smashed except one which was left in the middle of the floor. A large key went missing only to reappear the following day in the middle of a bed which had only just been made. Perhaps the most surprising activity there, certainly for the staff and customers who witness it (on a Valentines evening), is full pint glasses being lifted off the bar tables and placed on the floor without a drop being spilled. On one occasion a heavy metal spirit measure was thrown in the main bar by some unseen hand. Fortunately, it dropped just short of the intended target, a customer ordering a pint. It surely caused some problems for a bar. they lost some customers. And some refuse to pay. ...... After a story about what happened on Valentine's day, The Woodman become a popular place for fans of paranormal activity and start have more completely new customers. This started Amy having a conversation with a couple of paranormal investigators about what happened to her by a greyviard around new year time. She shows them pictures from the time. I spoke to them about her passion to take pictures, mostly around cemeteries. Which they ask her if like her taking pictures wouldn't wanna join them with their investigating paranormal stories around Sedgley (which wasn't too far where she lives) and the Gornal area. They needed someone with a camera who like some kinda paranormal hobby. Of course, they offer her some small payments each time she goes with them. And yes she did agree to do it for them but only in days off from work. ....... A few days later they came to her for a chat. It was the first time after a while since she had 2 days off work. Sebastian and Sheldon (because that's what their names were) had something interesting to show and tell to Amy. After the thing, she told them about the church and a greyviard it makes them interesting enough to make a little research. They did find that this leads to The Doppelganger and Ghosts of Lower Gornal stories from the same time scale as the story she knew from a vicar. The following news story (they find a copy in one of the books in Dudley Library) appeared in 1881 and relates to what Beach has tentatively termed ghost riots. That ghosts are seen is, of course, absolutely par for the course, particularly back in the nineteenth century when fairy sightings were occasionally reported in local newspapers. But what is special about community ghost hysteria is that a wider group, sometimes the entire community, are caught up in the excitement. Beach has a handlist of a dozen of these events and the hysteria ranges from unofficial curfews to miners patrolling the streets in an attempt to lynch the ghost in question. Which this actually match slightly to what she saw and knew from the Vicar. And it seems to interest. This is an intermediate case in a newspaper the copied in a library from the time said: "Great alarm has been occasioned in Lower Gornal district in consequence of its being alleged that the ghost of the convict Martland, who attempted to murder the Rev. J. Rooker the vicar of the parish, has been seen in the churchyard. Scores of people assert that ghosts are seen in the churchyard every night, the result is that hundreds of persons are afraid to be near the church at night. The choir and other persons are so terrified that they refuse to go to the church unless protected by the police. For several nights the vicarage has been guarded by people who are afraid that the vicar will be murdered. The people are very superstitious. This morning a woman asked the vicar to cut a turf four inches square from a grave in which lay a man who could not be at ease because of a guilty conscience, and stated that the putting of the turf on the communion table would cause all the ghosts to disappear. (1881)" Sebastian tries to show that there are a couple of interesting points here. To start with, why is there a confusion between the ghost of the convict Martland and ‘the ghosts' more generally? It sounds as if ‘the ghosts' are a recent, not a longstanding problem. Have they somehow been called into existence by the treacherous Martland and are they his allies? And another thing, who the hell is this Martland? Well, in 1879 Rooker who was a vicar since 1848, had had a run-in with the head of his choir one Charles Hartland (but don't forget that newspaper editors in the 19th century had almost as little fact-checking skills as bloggers in the 21st). Hartland shot Rookerbut he miraculously survived the shooting even though 2 bullets lodged in his head and on the end Hartland was sent to prison for 12 years of hard labor: the general feeling in the locality was that Hartland had not been himself and many signed a petition for leniency including Rooker, a much-loved village personality. A completely different source, incidentally, reveals that one of his parishioners accidentally attacked the vicar believing him to be a ghost for some reason. Rooker seems to have been one of life's fall guys. One very weird thing in all this is that as of the census 1881 Hartland was still alive and in December there is a record of an attempt to have Hartland's sentence reduced again. In other words, this wasn't Hartland's ghost but a doppelganger! Which this story completely confused Amy. And she wasn't only one. It seems like "ghosts" and doppelgangers might sounds they the same thing? Or what really it can be. .............. It's been almost a month since Amy was helping Sebastian and Sheldon with paranormal investigating between her working time. While then they been around Sedgley. And, fittingly for a village steeped in history, there is no shortage of spine-chilling stories and eye-witness accounts of scary and ghostly apparitions…. The picture Amy manages to take shows or seems to show a spectral figure emerging from the darkness on Turls Hill bridleway – a route which local historians believe dates back to before 1600 and has been the scene of several ghastly incidents. They manage to find that local photographer Mike, who also manage take the same/similar image on his Flickr page under his username, Derarfni, says: "It all started about 10 years ago, after hearing local stories and reading an article about the ‘Turls Hill Ghost'. "We went down for a laugh, just with simple a ‘point and shoot' digital camera and came back and noticed peculiar occurrences in the photos. This became a bit of an obsession and we ended up spending many nights, taking photos – which amounted to many thousands, mostly pictures of nothing, but occasionally, say 1 in a 1,000, we had something unexplainable." It's the reason why Amy, Sebastian, and Sheldon decided to talk to Mike and his friends. Because it Looks like they manage good very good observations. It didn't surprise Sebastian and Sheldon that Mike and his friends captured something unexplainable on camera. Turls Hill bridleway is known to be haunted by a veiled lady and her two suicidal sons, who shot themselves in the adjoining quarry on separate occasions. Also, a steelworks owner, who once lived in Turls Hill House, at the top of the lane which was also known as The Belgians (which now is demolished), apparently went bankrupt, building a wall around his estate and eventually shooting himself in the quarry. .............. After this part, they have also been in another part of Sedgley which it didn't been taken any less scary or interesting. After the thing that happens in Woodman, they decided to check some pubs and hotels around Sedgley if they had anything similar or another style of paranormal activity. And it seems like pubs are notorious sites for hauntings, so it comes as no surprise to discover that not all the spirits at Sedgley's Beacon Hotel, home of the Sarah H. brewery, come in bottles. The following passage, taken with kind permission from Beer and Spirits: A guide to Haunted Pubs in the Black Country and Surrounding Area, by David Taylor and Andrew Homer, explains more about this allegedly haunted Victorian hostelry…. Sedgley's Beacon Hotel has been the site of numerous weird and scary happenings Anthony, a former manager of the Beacon Hotel, tells Amy and guys this following story: "In the summer of 1994 when I was managing the Beacon I often used to stay overnight for security. I usually slept in the sitting room. In that room is a painting of Sarah Hughes in which the eyes seem to follow you around the room. I suppose you never sleep properly when you are on protection duty, and one night something awoke me. "My alarm clock showed 3 am. Opening my eyes, I took a quick glance around the room. In the corner by the door to the passage stood a figure. After a couple of seconds, I realized they had not broken into the pub or the alarms would be shrieking. "I don't know how long I looked at the figure. It was a man in his 50s wearing Wellington boots, dark trousers and a grey or white shirt with an old-fashioned Grandad-style collar and a waistcoat. I have always thought that ghosts were transparent, but he looked quite solid. Suddenly grasping what I was seeing, my heart raced and I shut my eyes tight. When I looked again a few seconds later the figure had vanished. I told my father about the night visitor and described what he was wearing. He said it sounded like the father of the present owner who always liked to go about in old-fashioned clothes." Pete, another former manager of the Beacon, claims he has seen Sarah herself. He says: "She was walking across the smoke room and through a wall where there is now a conservatory. Fifty years ago there was a door at this point. "If you stand in the corridor near the main server and listen carefully, you might hear bumps and bangs from upstairs and the noise of someone standing on a loose floorboard, though those rooms are used only for storage. Many regular customers claim to have heard the noises." Pete's story is backed up by the fact that one of the book's authors, heard similar noises when researching. "At first I took no notice of the sounds, though they were quite loud. It sounded as though someone was moving heavy barrels about upstairs. "Later the same evening, a casual remark to Aidan, the barman, revealed the story and confirmed there had definitely been no living person upstairs at the time." ............... After 2 months of investigating Sedgley was June time. And it was getting close for Beth and kids time to move in and Amy notice that she is so busy with a job and investigating for Sebastian and Sheldon that she hadn't much time to do in a house. She was slightly get stressed out. But Sebastian's cousin was a guy who done decorating and was good with other home and handy stuff that 4 of them can sort Amy house and still have time for their jobs and investigating. 8 weeks at the end of the day is a long time. And after what they already found in an area it wasn't much to do for them that Amy could move on with her life and job and Sebastian and Sheldon could move on with taking a break (again) from investigating and their new book and DVD. ....... Their last thing they decided to check is ghost stories as well a feature prominently in Gornal's history, including shocking incident for a caretaker's assistant at Ellowes Hall School – which now is a sports college. What they could find from the local community website, Yampy, explains further: "About 12 years ago, Clive Brookes, the school caretaker, left his assistant Phil to lock up the school on the 6pm-10pm shift. Clive is pretty certain that it was a Thursday and there was nothing on at school that evening. Phil had already worked at the school for around six months and so was used to the procedure. "Before going home, (the caretaker's house is on-site), Clive had taken a floor ‘buffer' to Phil and asked him to take it down a flight of stairs to the cupboard where it was kept. As Phil started to wheel the buffer down the stairs, something attracted his attention down the corridor, so he lifted the buffer back to the top of the stairs. "He went to check everything out and walked through some glass double-doors, down to the end of the corridor. The staffroom door was locked. He went back to the floor buffer. "As he started down the stairs again, he ended up dropping the buffer down the stairs as a "bloke in overalls walked straight through the double doors and straight through the staff room door." "Phil rushed to the caretaker's bungalow, and Clive says that, although he was a big fellow, he was extremely scared. It was a long time before he locked up alone again! " Also, they find out that over at Upper Gornal Conservative Club, there have been several reports of a monk in a gown, which has apparently been seen by several people in the bar and cellar. .............. After almost 3 months of work with Sebastian and Sheldon, they got what they needed. It was a very busy time for all of them. Amy apart doing her 2 jobs (pub+work for guys) she manages to make the house ready for Beth and kids moving in. Of course, she wouldn't have a chance doing that without help she got from her new friends and Sebastian cousin. She really missed her sister and niece and nephew so much. Because kids were off school and in the middle of August starts her new job Amy decided that since now she has only a pub to worry about she'll have more time for a family. But when Beth started work 2 weeks before kids would go to school Amy took 2 weeks of work to help her sister. Also, she enjoyed that after what happens in a pub-like in grayviard never happens to her again and she could move on with her life and make her dream come true. Though Sebastian and Shelson really helped her. And when Beth would start her job at the Baggridge Social Club. Yes, of course, her job was cleaner/cater and apart bank holidays, etc. she worked only in a day while kids are at school. It means because Beth does mornings and Amy afternoons/evenings that Amy would be the one taking kids to school and Beth takes them fro school. That why Beth was happy both of them were working not far from home and that Beth works not far from kids school. ..........................

Its December, a year after Amy moved into the area. few months since Beth did. Its gonna be her first proper Christmas in a new place. A few days before that Beth was walking to work through Straits Road, the junction of Cotwall End Road. It was 07.30 in the morning. was surprised to see a 17 or 18-year-old man wearing an orange t-shirt and jeans out with so few clothes on one early cold, frosty morning. Her skin was incredibly pale. The figure walked past Beth, looking right at her but did not speak. Beth was amazed that anyone could have such pale skin and turned to take a second look, only to find that he had disappeared. But then she went to work and by the time she forgot all about it up till Christmas day..... She told all about to Amy who looked scared. After that, she said what happens to her while they still been living in Norwich. Amy couldn't understand why it happens to them now. While they all lived in Norwich yes.. They weren't happy. And people weren't as friendly but they never had problems with ghosts. But Amy gets to a point that may be becoming a paranormal investigator with Beth is her future..........

#story #scary story

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