#and that's why his father blinded him and threw him into the dungeon

[lactodebillus-bulgaricus]

new hetalia art challenge: draw a ship like this

I'll start

that's how the christianisation of bulgaria went trust me :DDDD

[ladyofthe-lake]

Catch me, I'm falling — a Suptober ficlet

Summary:

When Cas falls from Heaven, Dean tears up the earth to find him.

So blind I can't see I am descending From heaven above So catch me I'm fallin baby

— Catch Me, I’m Falling by Pretty Poison

There’s the hunger. The cold. The way the pavement stares up at him, wet from the recently-fallen rain. There’s the feeling of being hunted. A constant creeping in his bones. His skin slick with near-panic. His muscles, ready to run at any time.

Castiel wonders if this is how Dean has always felt. He wonders if this, perhaps, is why Dean – his human – acts the way he does.

As much time as he’s spent watching the humans, living among them these past years, he wasn’t prepared to become one. Their needs are immense, their emotions so strange – stuck in his throat, confused. He is unable to tangle all of them, though he knows this main one from seeing it painted across Dean’s features – fear.

He finds himself clothes. He finds a city, a place where he can be discreet. He tells himself that he is safer here; warding tattoo on his body, faces in the crowd, faces into which his might melt.

He steals a sandwich from a trash can behind a restaurant. He sits on a stoop. He watches the street, the people who walk by. He wonders how they do it.

Sam’s taken care of.

Sort of.

It’s good enough for Dean. He can only handle one emergency at a time. He’s got Sam and his inner angel stuffed in the bunker, ready to rest up, and Crowley’s been chained up in the dungeon — with a good warning that the next time Dean sees him, there’ll be hell to pay, to which Crowley had asked, “Promise?”

He throws some clothes into his duffel and he’s in the Impala before he knows it. There’s no rest for the weary, right? The tires squeal as he hits the road.

The best he has is where he last heard from Cas; Longmont, Colorado, he’d said. So Dean heads there, taking the interstate, pushing 100 the whole way. He stops only for gas and a quick gas station coffee; pumps it into his body like he can go forever if he just keeps caffeinated, keeps the fuel level up, keeps on driving. Like maybe it won’t matter that the angels fell. Maybe it won’t matter that Sammy’s dying, held together by an angel Dean’s just hoping he can trust. Maybe it won’t matter that the gates of Hell remain just that: gates, not a locked door.

Once in Colorado, Dean follows the trail. He’s good at this. It’s what his father trained him to do his whole damn life: follow the trail. Whether it’s a monster or an angel or – well, a human – he knows the questions to ask, he knows what to look for. He dons a suit, flashes his badge, gets the security tapes he needs, scours footage. He gets license plate records. He drinks more coffee, splashes cold water on his face in a public restroom. Keep going, Winchester. He scowls at anyone who smiles at him on the street, snaps at those just trying to help.

He follows Cas’s footprints to a laundromat. The owner says yeah, there was a guy with a trenchcoat, he’d left it there and stolen some clothes. “Threw out the coat, it was filthy, wasn’t gonna donate it,” the owner says. Dean climbs into the dumpster himself to retrieve the coat. He carted it from car to car for so long; he’s not fucking leaving it now.

He follows his angel, his human, whatever Cas is now, all the way to a city.

He flashes Cas’s photo to everyone he sees, he gets closer and closer, he gets hopeful – and finally, he finds him.

Dean’s running on fumes, two days without sleep wearing his body thin, and when he sees Cas sitting on the back stoop of a restaurant, halfway down an alley, he stops the Impala and rubs his eyes. Is he seeing shit now?

But no, it’s him. Cas. He’s wearing ill-fitting clothes, certainly a far cry from the trenchcoat and suit. Dean doesn’t care, though; he gets out of the Impala and runs to him, to where Cas is sitting in the cold and dark, eating a sandwich.

“Cas,” he says, embracing him, pressing his face against Cas’s shoulder. And he stinks a little – like Cas doesn’t know humans need showers, or maybe he hasn’t had the chance for one – but he’s there, he’s corporeal, he’s…

He’s shivering.

“Cas, man, you good, you okay?” Dean asks, sitting down on the step next to him, one arm still wrapped loosely around his shoulders. The night is cold, and the streetlight above them is on the fritz – no demon activity, just normal old faulty wiring.

And they’re just two people – two humans, sitting together on a stoop.

“I’m fine, Dean,” Cas says, and he looks tired, too, his eyes drawn downwards, dark bags beneath them. “You didn’t have to come. You’ve been dealing with–”

“I’m here,” Dean cuts him off. Yes, he’s been dealing with a lot. But Cas is, well, completely unequipped to live as a human. Guy’s used to flying around and being mysterious, to never completing conversations and speaking vaguely about Heaven’s orders – what does he know about renting a motel room, about swiping a wallet when times get really tough?

Dean’s known hunger. He’s known desperation. He won’t let Cas face that alone.

“You should be with Sam,” Cas replies, looking down at his sandwich for a moment as if the object is foreign to him.

“Yeah, but I’m here. Sam’s good, he’s… he’s good.” Dean doesn’t want to get into it. Doesn’t want to risk Cas’s disapproval for the choice he made. He was desperate; he did what he had to do. He did his fucking best, like he always does.

“And you?” Cas turns his eyes on him. Startling blue, just as ever, but there is a glint behind them, perhaps a bit of water – perhaps Cas is crying, or about to.

“I’m good,” Dean says, waving a hand. He wasn’t the one who went through the trials. He wasn’t the one who nearly died. He wasn’t the one who fell from Heaven.

He’s fine.

“Let’s get you inside, get you warmed up,” Dean says, standing up and offering a hand to help Cas stand as well. Cas takes it with reluctance, his eyes failing to meet Dean’s.

****

When Castiel first met Dean, he could see right through him. This was when Castiel was pure angel; there as nothing else in him. He hadn’t met a human in well over a millennia, hadn’t interfered with human affairs at all. He’d spent his time with the armies of Heaven. He was a soldier, when he met Dean.

But Dean was expressive. More so than the humans around him. Perhaps it was because he was Castiel’s charge, but Castiel always felt he could see and understand what was going on beneath Dean’s surface. He could see into the core of him; he had the ability to sense whether something was wrong, whether Dean was injured or sick, and what was more, he had the ability to heal him. Many times, he’d done so, fixing up things that Dean didn’t know were broken – like that liver of his.

Now, as Dean’s showing him the hot and cold water knobs on the motel shower, Castiel is only looking at Dean.

“So usually, if you turn this even an inch to the left, whole thing gets cold,” Dean’s saying, a self-proclaimed motel shower expert. He tells Cas that motels across the whole country are essentially the same, that he’ll teach him the tricks of the trade.

Castiel touches his hand to Dean’s shoulder and Dean jumps, turns his face toward him. “What, what are you doin’?” he asks.

“It’s just strange. I can feel you…” Castiel rubs his thumb across the fabric of Dean’s shirt. “But I can’t feel you . Not how I used to.”

Dean looks sideways, back toward the knobs, the faucet, and says, “Yeah, okay, big guy. Let’s get you showered off. You stink.”

The shower is a strange sensation. Castiel has never been so connected to his vessel; though it is no longer a vessel at all. Now it’s just… his body. He has washed it before, though he has never had to pay as close attention to the temperature of the water, to its ebb and flow, to the slickness of the soap across his skin. It’s sensitive. The water burns if he twitches the knob too far in the wrong direction.

When he’s finished, he steps out into the room, forgetting the towel. He stands there dripping wet and sees Dean rooting around in his duffel bag.

Dean glances over at him, holding up a flannel shirt, and then looks away quickly. “Whoa, man! Hey!”

Castiel glances down at himself and it’s only then, only in that moment – he finally understands what Adam and Eve felt in the garden. They’d rushed to cover their bodies with leaves. Castiel had frowned from Heaven at the time, watching in confusion as they covered themselves, covered God’s own creation in shame.

Now, he hurries to do the same. He grabs the towel from its hook and wraps it around his waist as he’s seen Dean do, only it doesn’t quite work the same way, it’s not as easy as it’d looked. He’s fumbling with it when Dean’s hand catches his; he’s approached, and Castiel stills. Dean takes hold of the towel and tucks it into itself, pulling it tight around Castiel’s waist. His fingers ghost across Castiel’s hips.

“You’ve got a lot to learn,” Dean says, his eyes looking up to find Castiel’s. “But you got a good teacher, too.”

Castiel feels something low in himself burning, and he turns away, knowing this too is connected to shame. Dean clears his throat. “I have clothes for you,” he says. “You can just wear mine, we’re not so different in size. We can get you your own tomorrow.”

Castiel takes what he’s offered and gets dressed; when he looks at himself in the mirror, he sees Dean – the flannel shirt, the jeans that he’s seen Dean sleeping in more often than not.

“It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s better than what you had,” Dean explains, rooting around in his bag once again and producing a toothbrush and toothpaste. “Now, you’re gonna have to use mine, okay? We’ll go to the drug store in the morning.”

Castiel frowns at the toothbrush. The way Dean says it, that he’ll have to use his, sounds like there should be shame involved with that, too. How many aspects of human must involve shame? But he takes it, examines it for a moment.

“Don’t tell me I’m gonna have to teach you to brush,” Dean jokes, handing over the toothpaste tube as well.

“No, I… I believe I can figure it out,” Castiel replies.

In the bathroom, he brushes his teeth and then splashes water on his face as he’s seen Dean do so many times. He grips the edge of the sink and looks at himself, really examines his features. His . Jimmy’s, his – he feels as though he’s been crammed into something too small for him, something ill-fitting.

When he emerges into the room, Dean’s cleared his bags off both beds. He’s sliding the demon knife beneath his own pillow and he holds his pistol out for Castiel to take. “Here. Just a little protection. Never sleep unarmed.”

Castiel takes the gun in his hand and mimics Dean’s movements with the other bed; he slides it beneath the pillow and pulls back the covers. As he lays down, bringing them up over himself, his teeth chatter, loud in the quiet. He’s still cold, despite Dean’s shirt, despite the covers.

****

After shooting off a quick text to Sam to let him know he’s found Cas and they’re both okay, Dean reaches over to turn off the lamp. He pauses when he sees Cas’s back facing him, the undeniable rise and fall of a human body shivering.

He pulls the little cord to turn out the light and comes to lay flat, staring up at the stained ceiling. He’s done what he can – he gave him clothes, let him shower, let him use his damn toothbrush. But he feels uneasy. As much as he hates the day-to-day actions of being human, the little aches and pains that come with it, the neverending need to eat, use the bathroom, and sleep (the latter of which he desperately needs to do right now), he’s used to them.

Cas is… well, he’s a celestial being, he’s eternal – he used to be – and now… well, now he has to piss and shit like the rest of them.

Dean pushes his covers off himself and gets up. It’s only a step to the other bed. He nudges Cas’s form with his hand, and he can tell that Cas is already halfway asleep, though his body still shivers beneath the covers.

Dean pulls them back enough to slip underneath them, bringing his body to wrap around Cas’s, his arm coming up over Cas’s side. He presses his lips to Cas’s hair and breathes in the smell of the cheap shampoo. His eyelids fall closed, and after a few moments, Cas stops trembling and drops into a deep sleep, his body relaxing back against Dean’s.

It’s not long before Dean’s sleeping too, the difficulty of the past few days melting away from him as he falls into unconsciousness.

[darklinsblog]

Destiny’s Cruel Joke | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Years into his imprisonment, Morpheus realizes the daughter of Alex Burgess is his soulmate, so as a punishment he decides to take her prisoner.

Pairing: Dark! Morpheus x Burgess! Reader

Requested: Yes

Morpheus had always been a part of your life, growing up you would always sneak away into the dungeon and visit whom you would call Bubble Man.

Sometimes you would only sit right in front of him and you would stare at each other for hours until the security guards called your Alex or Paul to get you out of there.

The Endless watched you grow into this beautiful woman that would confide in him, even when he didn’t say a word. Maybe that was just it, because of his lack words you saw in him a twisted safe place, even through his intense stare and the mixture of blinding seek of revenge towards your family, the last thing he would do was judge you.

He felt neutral about you, he didn’t hate you, you were actually the one person of the Burgess family he would empathize with.

In all his years of imprisonment he had one important discovery, and it was that you, Y/N Burgess were his soulmate. For a long time he had been searching for you, for you to be a Burgess seemed to be a cruel joke of Destiny, even though in retrospect, Destiny was not the type to make jokes.

Finally Morpheus was able to break free from his prison, you ran to see what was going on and you stumbled upon the sight of two guards passed out and the Bubble Man completely bare and raging.

The man approached you, grabbing your wrist so hard, you felt like it would snap in two. “You’re coming with me” he spoke firmly, even when you tried to break free from his grasp but it was useless.

You tried to scream out for help from your parents, anyone. But Morpheus threw you over his shoulder and dragged you into the portal just as your father Paul appeared but it was too late as you both disappeared in a flash.

When you arrived to the Dreaming he kept you away while he went on with his quest in search for his totems.

As he came back to the realm, he came to your room with a big box he left at the side of your bed. You looked at each other, there was an indescribable tension between the two of you, a magnetism.

“Get changed and join me” he demanded

“Why would I do anything you say?” You defied him and he would lie if he said it didn’t arouse him, in a unorthodox way.

“Because you no longer have a life outside this palace, you may want to get used to it”

That was the last thing he said before leaving your dorm, he hated how empty he felt in your absence, the curious thing about soulmates is how your life seems to change once they enter.

You had to admit with time Morpheus intrigued you, although you put some resistance, the Lord of Dreams was an incredibly complex being but every time you felt like a some sort of affection towards him, his behaviors would confuse you.

Sometimes, that hard exterior of his would fade, you would have certain moments were things felt right between you, but as soon as you started to get more intimate or you were too close to one another, he would completely shut down again, leaving you frustrated.

Until one day, you were having a discussion as one of his nightmares put you in a dangerous situation, he had secluded you to your room with him as you were having a pretty heated discussion.

“You could’ve died! Do you not see that?!” Morpheus exclaimed

“Why do you care so much? You can’t even hold a conversation with me for five minutes before running off!” Morpheus was going back an forth in the room, uneasy, angry, frustrated. Like a tea pot that had been under the heat for too long and was ready to burst.

“Believe me Y/N, I have tried not to but it is beyond me” he explained the best he could, but you wouldn’t have it. So you stood up two inches away from his face, practically breathing on him. He hate to admit it, but he was weak when it came down to you, he was aroused by your constant question to his authority.

“I deserve a fair fucking explanation. Why do you still have me here? You could just let me go, be done with all this bother I seem to cause you”

Morpheus looked into your eyes, you were so close to him your noses were almost grazing each other, he could even feel your warmth, your scent, he could see every mark and blemish on your face. His whole body was screaming your name, he was dying to touch you as his breathing got heavier.

He couldn’t bare this torture a minute longer… so he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall and as your back crashed the solid surface so did his lips when finding yours.

It wasn’t a sweet, innocent kiss; no. This was a desperate, hungry, passionate kiss. So much that you could barely breathe.

This was the kiss of a man that had been trying to get rid of his feelings and those feelings were eating him alive.

A part of you thought this was wrong, it was perverse and obscure to be with the one responsible for taking your life away and torturing your parents.

But why did you reciprocate his actions? Why were you feeling the same hunger and lust this man felt for you?

After what seemed like an eternity, Morpheus pulled away and he stared at your rosy cheeks and plump lips as a result of your kiss.

“You are a Burgess, your family ruined my kingdom and your world out of greed. But you too are my soulmate Y/N Burgess” you blinked a few times, trying to understand what he was saying

“Your soulmate?” It was the only thing you were able to say, suddenly a lot of things made sense but that opened a new cascade of questions.

“Yes. I’ve tried to escape this countless times, but I can’t and it’s been killing me to deny the truth”

“What truth, Morpheus?”

“That I am meant to love you as you are meant to love me” he was looking at you so intensely it was scary, he seemed to want to run away again as he reincorporated.

“Why are you running from me?” You asked as you grabbed his wrists, you wouldn’t let him get away so easily this time. So he was forced to stare at you, he was trembling, he just wanted to succumb, but his conflicted mind was imposing his desires.

“Because I can only contain myself for so long. I fear that if I stay I might lose the few lapsus of decorum I have” the tension was unbearable, the air was dense and Morpheus couldn’t even look at you anymore.

“Fuck decorum” you said before going in for a kiss, he practically groaned in delight like an animal when he gave into you, he was getting his hands on any skin he was able to grasp, making you weak to your knees.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, you nodded, not trusting your own voice. “I need you to say it, Y/N”

“Fuck me” it was all you were capable of saying.

After that, Morpheus went feral on you, he kissed your neck, ripped your dress as he removed your underwear and in no time he was already inside you thrusting into you with such force he was practically fucking the absolute life out of you.

You could only moan and scream out of pleasure as you dig your nails into his shoulder and he pressed your thigh on his waist, giving him a power over you as he was able to sink deeper inside you. Your whole body was shaking as you were brutally fucked, drunken on the sensation of him and only him.

He loved this, having you like this, being inside you with such sloppiness and urgency, this wasn’t gentle or sweet, him taking you right in this moment was a barbaric act filled with adrenaline, it was the act of a man taking a woman in the most primal way.

This was about pleasure, not about rationality of moral. You were both so tired of overthinking everything, that for the first time you allowed yourself to indulge in your darkest desires.

You would worry about the rest, later.

But for now, you were together and the whole world could burn in the meantime.

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

A World Away

Thranduil x fem!human!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: “I want a modern reader thrown into mirkwood forest. Found and thrown into a cell by thranduil. During an escape attempt reader sees an animal and decides to rescue an animal and get caught by thranduil. He takes an interest and reader is treated as a guest. Thranduil starts falling for her and sends her to live with humans. “What did i do? Why are you sending me away?” And then during the battle of five armies she meets with thranduil again and fluff”

Warnings: a little swearing (like twice)

Authors Note: Splitting this into two parts so everyone can suffer (joking lol)

Edit: Not me trying to schedule this and realizing it didn’t post 🤦🏻‍♂️

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With every step, you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your adrenaline rush prevented you from noticing the sharp briars that tore at your skin and clothes. You could worry about that later. Your only concern now was making it out of this forest.

You had planned your escape from the Elvenkings dungeon for weeks. Today, the opportunity to put your plan into action had finally arisen. As you dodged fallen logs and low hanging branches, you thought of how you came to be here in the first place.

Your head was throbbing as you came to. You attempted opening your eyes, but the bright sunlight forced you to close them again. You could hear strange voices speaking in a foreign tongue. You attempted to move your hands, but they were bound. Forcing your eyes open a second time, you took in your unfamiliar surroundings.

You were in a forest, surrounded by men and women dressed in strange clothes. All of them had long hair that was intricately braided, revealing their...pointy ears? Okay, what on earth was happening here.

“Excuse me, but who are you people? Why am I here?” You voiced. One with blonde hair, you assumed he was their leader, snapped his head towards you.

“You were trespassing on our lands. You are now in the custody of King Thranduil. He shall decide your fate” You gulped. Oh lord, what had you done now?

You were ripped away from your thoughts when you tripped over something in your way.

“Shit!” You hissed at the pain now shooting up your leg. You turned and looked at what had caused you to fall. A small fawn lay trembling at your feet. It didn’t appear injured, but your conscience wouldn’t let you leave until you checked. You extended a hand to the fawn, but it flinched away. “C’mon, I won’t hurt you. I promise,” you reassured. As you were checking the animal over, the sound of a sword being drawn reached your ears. You turned to see the tall figure now standing behind you. You recognized him as one of the guards that had taken you prisoner when you arrived at this miserable place.

“I see we didn’t get very far,” the elf said sarcastically. You dropped your head in defeat.

“Damn my good conscience,” you thought.

___

The first time you were before the Elvenking, he had been perched atop his throne. This time, you met him in his private study. He was seated in a large chair, sipping a glass of rich red wine. He appeared unbothered. You weren’t sure if anything could sway him.

“Leave us,” he commanded the guards placed at the doors. He took another long drink of his wine, then placed it on the table beside him. Neither of you spoke, and the silence was deafening. Thranduil took a deep breath and gestured to the seat adjacent from him, ”Sit.”

You obeyed, the large plush seat nearly swallowing you. You fiddled with your hands-noting that they had been left unbound this time.

“Do you have any idea what the punishment is for those that try to escape my prison?” He questioned. You shook your head in response, not trusting your voice to remain steady. “A more barbaric king would likely have you put to death.” Thranduil noticed you becoming more anxious. “But do not worry, I don’t plan on doing such a thing.”

“O-Oh?” You stuttered.

“You must be quite clever to have out maneuvered my guards,” Thranduil continued as he poured another glass of wine. “It was surprising to learn that your escape failed because you stopped to help a fawn.”

“It wasn’t my greatest decision,” you admitted.

“Perhaps, but I think it’s ultimately been in your favor,” Thranduil hummed.

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“What I mean is that I’ve reconsidered my original sentence. I believe I may have been quick to judge when you were first brought before me,” Thranduil paused. “I hear of all the happenings in this forest. Humans are typically uncaring of those around them. Despite your situation, you stopped to help another in need of aid. Quite a noble trait to possess, yes?”

“Yes, I suppose,” you replied. You had never considered yourself noble before. Helping others had always felt like the right thing to do.

“If it would be no trouble, I should like you to remain in Mirkwood-as my guest.” There it was. The point that this conversation had been leading to.

“I-Really?” You exclaimed. Just when you thought you were starting to understand how this world worked, you were blind sided once again.

“If you have family you would rather return to, I understand. We would be more than willing to supply you for your journey-“

“Oh, no,” you cut him off (which surprised him). “It’s not that. I just wasn’t expecting it is all. I appreciate the offer, and I totally except.” You were glad to finally move on from being a prisoner. The treatment in Thranduils dungeon was alright, but a prison is still a prison after all.

“Well, then,” said Thranduil, pouring a second glass of wine. “Let’s drink to the hope of newfound friendship,” he offered the glass to you. You accepted and raised your glass to him. A possible friendship with the king? Oh, this was going to be a story to tell.

___

Life in Mirkwood was very pleasant; spending your days exploring the endless gardens and library. You would share dinner with Thranduil once a week. Then twice a week. Then soon you would dine together most nights. You noticed how interested he was in your life-both before you came to Middle Earth and now.

What you didn’t notice were the whispers between the elves. Since the death of his queen, the king had been closed off. Now, he was showing such favoritism to a human woman. Sharing dinner with her. Strolling through the gardens together. Gifting her with clothes and her own dwelling. It wasn’t until Legolas brought it up did Thranduil notice how fond he had become of you.

“Ada?” Legolas asked one day.

“Yes?” Thranduil replied as he leafed through paperwork.

“I’ve seen you’ve become quite partial to (Y/N),” said Legolas.

“Hm, I suppose I have,” Thranduil paused from his work.

“Do you think you may have...romantic feelings for her?” Legolas hesitated before asking.

Thranduils eyes widened at what his son had said. “O-Of course not! Honestly, Legolas, I don’t see why you would say such things!” Legolas gave his father a look and turned to leave.

“If you say so,” Legolas teased before closing the door behind him.

Thranduil pondered over what Legolas had said. Yes-he could see it now. He had slowly become wrapped around your little fingers. Falling for you so slowly he didn’t even notice. He wanted to feel joy-could he have found a second companion at last? But he couldn’t help the guilt that clawed at his stomach. Many elves only married once. Though his wife was deceased, her soul still lingered in the Halls of Mandos. What then? Should he do you both a disservice and pursue his newfound love? Thranduil stood and paced the room, thinking of what he should do. Finally, he called to the guards outside the room. He had made his decision.

“How may we serve you, My King.”

“Tell Lady (Y/N) to pack her things. She must be gone by daybreak tomorrow. She is not to step foot in the Woodland Realm again, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Thranduil felt sick. This was for your own good, he kept telling himself. To be with you would only hurt you both. It had to be this way.

___

You wiped away your tears as you packed. You didn’t understand. Mirkwood was your home. Thranduil had become your closest friend, but now he was banishing you? You thought the Elvenking liked you, even entertained the thought that he more than liked you, but not now. Now you felt foolish. Of course it would never work. He was a stupidly handsome immortal king. You were a human girl from a different world.

You threw the last of your belongings into your bag. The guards escorted you out of the castle. Before the cart you were placed upon moved, you took one last look at the kingdom, trying to absorb every detail. The coachman urged the horses forward, and that was it. You would never see Thranduil again. As night fell, so did your tears.

Little did you know, you weren’t the only one who cried that night.

Tags: @themerriweathermage

[kerie-prince]

black hair dye

George Weasley x Reader (fluff)

requested: (anon) hello! i was wondering if i could request? could u write george x reader, established relationship, him n fred are getting rlly into pranks (more than they usually would be i suppose) and one prank goes just a tad too far and reader ends up getting upset and hurt and fluff ensues :) i hope that’s alright, thank u sm! :)

warnings: use of the word "mudblood"

summary: you knew what you signed up for when you started dating one of the most devious (yet sweetest) boys in school. what you didn't sign up for was to get caught up in one of their devious plans

a/n: my first request since i started writing again 🥺💙 hope you guys like it!

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George Weasley loved two things: Y/N and pranking. In that order? Well, we’ll get to that later.

The mischievous smirk on his face, the dedication in planning, the certain glint in his eyes, and the contagious laughter from the aftermath had been some of the reasons you fell for the devilish Gryffindor boy.

On a couple occasions, you’ve assisted in some pranks with the twins. Your favorite one being the time that you had given Draco Malfoy a heart-shaped box of chocolates on Valentine’s day, chocolates that were actually puking pasties the twins made. You skipped across the hallways and stood in front of the Slytherin blond, twirling your hair in your fingers as you gave him the box and walked away. Madam Pomfrey had spent three hours helping him clear everything out of his system. That same day, George presented you with his own box of chocolates. It took a while to convince you that they were real chocolates, but once you decided on risking it, he asked you out. It was oddly romantic. Not just because it was Valentine's day, but that he asked you after doing probably the least romantic thing together. Not many girls dream of their crush asking them out after they just sent another boy emptying his guts out for hours.

That brought you to the present, in the Common Room studying for exams with Angelina and Hermione. Slughorn may have been significantly nicer and easier to follow compared to Snape, but that didn’t make his work any easier. As you had your nose in your book, hushed whispers and the familiar laugh that had indication of scheming flowed through your ears. The ginger boy walked towards you and placed a quick kiss on your forehead, “I'll see you later, love.”

Fred and George made a dash to their shared dorm with Lee. “They're at it again,” Angelina commented with her eyes still on the parchment in front of her.

“That's to say that they ever stopped,” Hermione jokes. There was no telling what the boys were planning this time. It seemed that with every prank, they had to outdo themselves in the next one. Like a competition only between the two of them.

As they were in their final year at Hogwarts, you always wondered if George would ever retire from pranking and go on to do other things after graduation. But you also couldn't imagine him doing anything else. There were talks of opening a shop after graduation thanks to Harry giving them his winnings from the Triwizard Tournament, but to your knowledge nothing has been set in stone. George was always happy when coming up with pranks, and when George is happy, so are you.

You read the time on your wrist watch and started packing your things. “Alright girls, I'm beat. We’ll meet tomorrow in the library, yeah?” the two girls nodded in your direction. Walking towards the girls dormitories, you could hear the twins and Lee laughing loudly from their room. Oh, boys.

—

In the Great Hall, you ate your breakfast as you read over your notes for Advanced Potions when George took his usual seat next to you. “Good morning my sweet.” He kissed your forehead as he did every morning. You tore your eyes away for a moment from the book to give him a smile and peck his lips. “Morning, love.”

“Studying as always, Y/N?” Fred asked from across. “‘Course I am. Someone has to be able to tell you what ingredients to use to make a stink bomb,” you teased. Your surrounding housemates laughed at your response. Fred and George went on whispering, presumably about their new plan. You and Angelina looked at each other with a nod of disapproval and laughed to yourselves. Moments later, Lee ran in the Great Hall carrying two bottles, one empty and one filled with a black substance.

“What are you planning now?” you interrogated. Lee and Fred gave George a nod for him to go on. “This, my love, is black hair dye. Muggles use it to color their hair.”

“Yeah, I know what hair dye is. Why do you have it- are you going to mix it with Ron’s shampoo?” your eyes nearly matched the mischievous look in the boys’ eyes around you.

“I like the way you think but no,” George replied.

“This dye is going into none other than Malfoy’s shampoo.” Fred completed. The twins went on talking back and forth completing each other’s sentences.

“Lee’s the only one that has access to the prefect’s bathroom,” George started.

“Considering that McGonagall doesn’t trust us to go in there.” Angelina scoffed, “I can’t imagine why.” The twins ignored her sarcastic remark and continued. “We’re going to steal his shampoo and replace it with the one we made with the black hair dye. He’ll go washing on and,”

“Blondie no more.” Lee completed. You could imagine it now, Malfoy walking around with greasy black hair. This would probably be Fred and George’s most devious plan. They have had their fun with setting random fireworks, hexing quills to move on their own, and candies that had some not so pleasant after effects. The more you thought about it, though, the more worried you became. The three of you had detention for weeks from the last stunt with Malfoy, and his father still holds the grudge against Arthur. Something like this would not only get them in detention until the end of the school year, Lucius could use his position at the Ministry to get Arthur fired.

It seemed as if your best friend had the same thought seeing as she had the same look on her face. “Love, don’t you think that’s a bit too much?” Angelina faced Fred.

“Nonsense. We got this handled.” The boys went on with their fun. You stood up from the table and gathered your things. Angelina joined you, not wanting to risk being associated with the boys and landing herself in detention along with them if they were to be caught. You walked arm-in-arm to the library where you’d surely find Hermione with a huge stack of books. “Boys,” your best friend simply said.

“Yeah, but what would we do without them?”

—

A week has passed since and it was now the night before your Potions exam. You hadn’t seen much of your boyfriend, knowing that he was being kept busy with his brother. As much as you love spending time with him, it was nice to get some work done. You had determination to get straight O’s for your last year and you were confident this exam would help you get it. The library was closing its doors soon, so you quickly grabbed all your things to make it back to the Gryffindor common room in time.

Your ink pot spilled over the table in the midst of the rush. Somewhere in your bag was a little package of tissues and you used the whole thing to try and clean up as much as you could. The ink was staining your hands but you could care less about it. Deciding that the ink was mostly wiped off, you ran out the doors and made a straight dash to your house.

Once you made it to your shared dorm room, you tossed your bag to the side and threw yourself on your bed and fell asleep in seconds.

—

The morning came and you groaned at the sunlight blinding your eyes. Your uniform was wrinkled up, hair pointed at every direction, and your breath was enough to get you up and out of bed. The girls around you laughed at the sight of your unruly state.

“Y/N, what is that on your hands?” Angelina chuckled.

“Just some ink. I spilled my pot in the library and tried to clean it,” you answered. In the shared bathroom, you casted a spell for your toothbrush to move around your mouth as you tried to wash off the ink. Unfortunately, it wasn’t letting up. The black ink was clinging to your skin and only seemed to be spreading around even more. It was starting to stain the porcelain sink when you decided that you’ll just deal with it for the day.

You bathed yourself, changed into fresh robes and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Potions would be the first class of the day and you were confident in yourself to pass the exam. Before you could step into the Hall, someone grabbed you from their collar and dragged you to the opposite. “You’re coming with me, mudblood.” You couldn’t see who it was as their hood was covering their head, but the hand on you had the familiar silver ring on one of the fingers.

You questioned him as he dragged you to the dungeons. He forced you into Snape’s office, catching the professor’s attention with the slam of the door. You stood confused as to why you were brought to Snape’s office and it seemed he was confused as well. When you turned around to the boy behind you, you were met with a black-haired, red-faced Malfoy. His nostrils were flared and he had stains around his forehead and the back of his neck. You couldn’t help yourself when you started cackling at the sight.

“SHE DID THIS TO ME,” Malfoy accused with a pointed finger at you. Your laughs were dying down, and as you caught your breath, you faced him boldly. “Please, I have better things to do than petty things such as this.” He walked up to you and forcibly grabbed your hands and raised them to show Snape. “Look at this! This is clear proof she did this. Do something about this!” He demanded from the brooding professor. You had panic in your eyes as you realized the situation you were in. The ink on your skin matched with the dye in Malfoy’s hair.

“Professor, I swear I didn’t do this. You have to believe me,” you pleaded. Snape seemed unamused by the whole thing. “Then, Miss Y/L/N, how do you explain the stains on your hands?”

“I spilled my ink pot last night and tried to clean it up but it stained my hands,” you waved your hands in front of you. The situation was coincidental but even you thought it sounded suspicious.

“Rubbish, you expect me to believe that you happened to ‘clean up spilled ink’ the same night this happens to me?” Malfoy was raging as he pointed to his head. “My father will hear about this,” the famous words fell from his lips. In the middle of it all, you looked at the clock above Snape’s head and saw that you were now ten minutes late to Slughorn’s class. You were missing the exam.

“Please, professor. I didn’t do this. I’ve been in the library every night studying,” you continued begging.

“Were you with anyone last night to prove your innocence?” Snape put emphasis in his last word. You looked down and held your hands in front of you. “No, sir.”

“Then what am I to make when one of my students comes in looking like,” he paused to look at Malfoy, “that and your hands are in the state it is now?”

“But I didn’t do it,” you whispered with watered eyes.

“Alright. If you didn’t do it, then who did?” You couldn’t throw your boyfriend under the bus at that moment. Him and his brother were already on thin ice with the pretentious Slytherin. This would just make it worse. “I-I can’t tell you,” you stuttered.

“You can’t or you won’t?” Snape persisted. You stood silently, having counted that you were now thirty minutes late to class and there was no way you would be able to retake it. Slughorn was unusually strict about one thing; tardiness. “Very well then. If you won’t tell me, I’ll have no choice but to give you detention for three months,” Snape declared.

Your eyes nearly fell out in shock, “THREE MONTHS?” Malfoy had the biggest smirk on his face and his arms were crossed in victory. “And you’ll be responsible for putting his hair back to its natural state. Now get out.” He ushered you two out harshly and slammed his door in your face when you tried to plead.

The Slytherin boy just chuckled as he raised his hood and pranced away. The tears were falling from your eyes. You leaned against the wall with your head leaned back. Plans of straight O’s were out the window, but that’s not what really upset you. What worried you was having to deal with the wrath of Lucius Malfoy once he caught wind of this. And even with all this, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at George. It’s not like he spilled the ink on your hands.

You walked straight to your house with your head sulked down. When you started climbing the changing stairs, you heard your boyfriends’ laugh from above. “Y/N! Have you seen Malfoy yet? Godric, he looks terrible!” Fred gave him a high-five, “We did it again, Georgie.”

George’s laughter faded when he saw your tired face, tears dried on your cheeks. He cupped your cheek with his large hand and lifted your face up to look at him, “Love, what’s wrong? Did the exam not go well?”

“Got detention. I missed the exam,” you explained. Your voice sounded tired and all you wanted was to lay in your room for the rest of the day. You didn’t care about your other classes. “Detention? For what?” Fred asked from behind George. You lifted one of your hands and babbled ‘Malfoy’ before slipping past and walked inside the common room. The boys looked at each other in confusion before putting two and two together and made a dash for you inside.

“That’s ridiculous, you weren’t even a part of it this time,” George exclaimed. Fred non verbally agreed. They were appalled. “Did you tell them you didn't do it?”

“I did but when Snape asked who did, I couldn’t tell him,” you lowered your voice so they couldn't hear the last. But George did. Because of him, you missed out on the exam you have been desperately studying for and you got in trouble for something he did.

George left your room in a huff and started marching his way to Snape’s office. He couldn't hear Fred calling out for him, and you lost your breath from chasing after him. Damn those long legs.

—

Around dinner time, George walked into the Great Hall with one hand holding on to his shoulder as he moved the opposite one in circles. “What’s up with you?” Ron asked with raised eyebrows.

“Snape’s got me organizing his potions in both his office and supply closet. Man can’t organize to save his life,” George may have been uncomfortable, but he still had his signature smile. You reached your hands to massage his shoulder. “Why’d you do that?”

“Whaddya mean, love?” He looked clueless.

“Why did you get yourself in trouble? Aren't you worried about what will happen?” you whispered for only him to hear you. “I only told the truth. No need for you to take the fall. Anyways, I talked to Slughorn and he agreed to let you take the exam this Saturday at seven in the morning.” If at all possible, you fell more in love with George Weasley in that moment. You kissed him on the cheek, held one of his hands in yours and continued the night talking with friends.

“Hey Georgie, think we can top this one?” Fred looked over his shoulder staring at the wonderful victim of the previous prank. The Slytherin table were snickering at their Prince. Draco sat with his head down, threats not doing him any justice anymore.

“You're on, Freddie.” The twin boys shook their hands and started talking about ideas for what they’d do next.

Oh, Merlin.

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B2:S - Chapter 5

Much of this series will be about the differences and additions in the novel version, and how they contribute to my understanding of story canon. But there will be character appreciation, the odd theory and headcanon, and suchlike as well.

Here be lots of Viren deets, Best Boy Soren deets, some writing/continuity stuff, worldbuilding appreciation and half of a theory, Detective Rayla, Moon Temple geeking, Claudium and dark magic, and more!

Spoilers for Book Two: Sky below.

(I know for darn sure that I wrote up a post for chapter 4, but I can't find it anywhere so I guess Tumblr ate it and I'll have to redo it at some point, but today is not that day)

Viren, my evil dude, my bad guy, coming in clutch with the worldbuilding and backstory again! If you want to know decades of information, you gotta talk to Viren. Or read his scenes, at least. Here, he seems to not sleep much when he has a big problem to analyze his way through. Solutions trump pretty much everything else in this guy's life, and he's had a really hard week with a lot of new and complicated problems. Of course he's getting sleep-deprived trying to find his way through them all.

Harrow put so much trust in Viren when he made him High Mage! He just threw himself extra hard at that Lady Justice blindfold, didn't he? Didn't really want to see what Viren was doing in his magic study, so he left Viren to his devices. And Viren has a lot of devices.

Also, this is fascinating: Viren made the secret passage to his "less official study" in Katolis Castle! And he was inspired to do so by the way his own mentor kept the Puzzle House. What else could a Puzzle House be, except a place with secret passages? Yay! secret headcanon that "the Puzzle House" is just "Katolis Castle" from Kid Viren's perspective tho

So either Viren built all of those passageways, or at least the ones to his dungeon. Which means he has to have, or know where to get, a stash of those glowing blue Moonshadow crystals. Hmmm.

I can't wait to learn more about Kpp'Ar and young Viren, btw. From this description of Viren and all his literal secret ways, it feels like another parallel between Viren and Runaan, with the whole "secretive paths, members only, insider knowledge" type stuff. Only the really cool members of this cult club get to know the secrets, and guess what, kid, you're cool now but you can never tell anyone, okay? Our secret.

Yeahhh, that'll never backfire in any way for either of them.

Kpp'Ar calling puzzles and secrets "man-made magic," though. Yes sir, knowledge is indeed power.

This chapter mentions Runaan by name, from Viren's perspective. Generally that would imply that Viren knows his name, even though assassins do not share their names, and Runaan didn't seem to give his to Viren in the first book. However, there was a scene in book one where the last paragraph switched perspective from Viren to Runaan - a technique that's very common in visual media like movies and shows and gives you that "ohoho they left the room and didn't notice this, but you do!" vibe. Using Runaan's name there in book one, where Viren couldn't see it but readers could, helps them keep track of the assassin's story arc while maintaining Viren's racism.

So in book two, in which Runaan has no onscreen scenes (alas), using his name in a scene that calls back to the events in book one helps us remember what happened in that dungeon cell. It would be a bit muddier to recall the specifics if Viren kept thinking about Runaan as "Elf." So I'm cool with the perspective nudge because it serves a narrative purpose: clarity. But I'm also enjoying the angst of considering that, somehow, Viren learned Runaan's name either during or after the coining spell. Mwa ha ha haaa. (Obligatory "Keep my pretty name outta your mouth" goes here)

Okay, back to Viren's scheming! He took the mirror because it was human-sized in a dragon lair. He knew it didn't really fit there, and that made it interesting, so he stole it. But he realized it was really powerful when Runaan wouldn't tell him squat about it - the assassin's instinct to protect Xadian secrets from human hands meant that Viren was holding a very powerful Xadian secret. And that just made him want it all the more. Ah, Runaan, if only your relationship with lying was, like, the exact opposite of what it is. Nyx could've spun Viren a believable tale in 2 minutes flat.

Also of interest: Viren considers his cursed coins to be a final fate. He expects Runaan to remain in his coin forever. With the Chekhov's coins still extant in the storyline, we can assume that they'll come up again eventually, but Viren has no current plans to do anything with his elf money except carry it around.

It's worth noting that Viren admits that he got impatient when he trapped Runaan in the coin. Runaan's first fate in Katolis was supposed to be death at Soren's hands, but Claudia "saved" him from that. His next fate was to become spell components, but Viren's frustration with his stubbornness "saved" him from that fate, too. So now he's in a coin, where no one can chop him up at all. Yay? No, boo!

We get one last line about Runaan before Viren shifts gears: he makes a point of noting for us that Runaan's shackles are still locked shut. However much of Runaan made it into that coin - body, soul, hair care products - he was magicked there, pulled right out of his restraints.

The creepy black liquid that Viren pours right into his eyes is the last of a powerful potion he got from Kpp'Ar, and its recipe is ancient! Humans used it back in the age of Elarion to see through the illusions of the world. And we get a delightfully creepy bit of description about the preparation of this serum, which makes it abundantly clear that it's a Moon magic-based concoction, harvested from eyeless vipers on a moonless night, with the threat of irrevocable madness ("madness" by whose definition, though) if it's done wrong-

Hang on. Hold up. This is a Plato's Cave reference. OH MY GOD.

No no I'm fine, this is brilliant. Sorry, sorry, I couldn't figure why there was so much description for a potion prep that Viren didn't even have to perform himself. But now I get it. I see the light. HA. I should make a separate post for this, it's amazing.

Anyway, for reference, the humans who used this serum were called the Oracles of Ophidia, and Ophidia is a taxonomy group that includes all modern snakes. Can you say "creepy ancient snake rites"? I can! Woo!

Viren activates the serum with a spell, but apparently he's never done it before. He's not sure if it's supposed to be hot and bubbly, and he worries that it's been tainted by moonlight.

Oh, I do hope so.

The magic potion hurts, a lot. Viren will do just about anything, to himself or anyone, to do what he believes is necessary. He just risked madness and blindness to find out what this mirror does! Viren. Can you just. Take a nap or something. Have a Snickers.

This chapter gives us a fun clue that I don't remember from the show: when Viren's vision clears and he can see, his reflection has white pupils and the room reflected in the mirror has inverted colors. You know where else has inverted colors?

You know who else got white pupils for a hot second?

Okay, now it makes sense! Viren and Lujanne were both seeing into the realm beyond life and death. Him with his moon magic potion, and her with her moon powers on a full moon night at the Moon Nexus. Which is Very Interesting! Is it a direct hint about Aaravos's location, or just a separate cool detail? Orrr, does it look like a direct hint because Aaravos is actually trapped in the world beyond life and death, but it's actually separate and we'll see something about white pupils again later on?

Viren really does have self-esteem issues, we all picked up on it with his rant at his reflection. He throws a fit when he catches himself wondering if he's actually worthless. In the book version of his tantrum, he shoves the mirror and hurls a candelabra instead of flipping a table. He didn't need to shove the mirror to set the fire, but it's in here. Foreshadowing that perhaps, if push comes to shove, Viren will choose himself over Aaravos? Giving Aaravos time to peek through and see that the coast is clear?

Soren, my boyyyyy. He has a rough night at the Moon Nexus because two sides of him are fighting with each other. He struggles to understand Callum's friendship with Rayla, and he also fantasizes about chopping off Rayla's head. One of these is a pretty ordinary thing to do. The other is Soren's internalization of what he needs to do to gain his father's approval. If he brought his dad a chopped off elf head every week, he'd probably feel a lot more confident because Viren would praise him a lot more.

Okay, okay, omg, is it just me, or does the "Moonshadow Madness" story, as it's told in the book, seem like Soren just doesn't know what a monsterfucker is? He thinks an elf bite puts humans under a spell. But vampires are sexy, and some people want them to do more to them than just bite them. A passionate kiss under the moonlight could look very bitey, especially if one of the participants has horns and you're already culturally trained to hate them. No yeah, I'm already headcanoning an actual human-elf kiss that got misunderstood by an observer long ago.

it's Lujanne isn't it, we all know, because what is a love spell but a sweet soft illusion, I mean how else does she get supplies for her Caldera, I ask you, and also Corvus was totally sent to investigate once and he told Soren at camp what he saw

And then back to magefam angst: Soren pretending that his sister's nose-tapping is stupid, even though he actually thinks it's cool, just because their dad thinks it's stupid. Viren, istg. Let your kids like harmless things. It's so cute that Soren taps his nose back at her, though! Like they have their own sibling code. I hope we get to see the nose tap again, especially now that they've chosen different sides. It could mean so much, that they're not too far apart yet.

Rayla knows what buttery pancakes smell like. I love this. Do Moonshadow elves have butter and pancakes, does Rayla eat a stack of eight giant pancakes in the morning? Orrrr it is just illusion food? I don't care, let Rayla have pancakes! Everyone loves pancakes. Pancakes will save the world. this message brought to you by the fact that I can't eat pancakes rn, send help

I love that Rayla is both sus of the pancakes and hungry, and that combines into a very motivated "I will get to the bottom of this" attitude. She kind of goes into Poirot Mode when she inserts herself into Soren and Ellis's conversation about Ava, explaining about the wolf's illusion leg and segueing into her claim that the pancakes taste sus. Claudia confirms she used dark magic, and Rayla is furious. It's different than the show's version in that it puts Rayla in detective mode, as the only Moonshadow elf in the scene, and boy does she take that role seriously. Also, she doesn't actually swallow the dark magic pancake bite. It ends up on the ground just like Lujanne's grubs from that earlier meal. These poor kids are so nutrient-starved. You guys gotta eat!!

Rayla's determination and prejudices and the fact that she super knows Harrow is dead all dovetail to make her try repeatedly to persuade Callum that Soren and Claudia are Not To Be Trusted. It's nice that the book keeps taking the time to point out that Rayla is Well Intentioned But Flawed, just like Callum and pretty much every other character in the show. No one is Right All The Time, no one Knows More Than Everyone Else.

Callum loving the sound of Claudia's unique voice is so wholesome. When you like someone, it only makes sense that you like all the things about them that they can't change - like the sound of Claudia's voice. Her choices with dark magic, not so much!

Claudia seems to have the same concerns Soren does about Callum's relationship with Rayla, but she comes out and asks him. The inherent possession implied in "your elf" is interesting, though. Elves are not people to Claudia. They're enemies who can be disassembled for the magic inside them. So maybe more like robots than living beings, if she knew what a robot was. Maybe she heard Soren's "Moonshadow Madness" story and realized he totally missed the kissing implications - but she didn't, and now she's genuinely worried that Rayla could kiss Callum under a full moon and enchant him to do her will. Good thing it's only a half moon, then!

Okay, Callum nervously making a puppet hand and then not knowing what to do with his hands and freaking out about itching and moving and pointy elbows is such a ND mood. The sudden stress of knowing that someone else is noticing your existence and maybe you're Not Existing Right, amirite? Ugh, poor Callum.

The Moon Temple! Omg it's so pretty in the description! Made to be beautiful and useful, full of knowledge but also allowing light and life inside (butterflies and vines). Lujanne, when can I move in, please? Also, it's all the more angsty because Lujanne is the only one who gets to see this beautiful place, but it has lots of chairs and shelves and tables, and it was meant to be used by lots of people. :(((

Claudia knows some of the runes on the walls. She isn't in a hurry to copy the rest of them down or anything, either. Her spellwriting is very precise, and she's a skilled mage. Her father would have made sure she was aware of the dangers of drawing sloppy runes, as much as he made her aware of the dangers of doing dark magic wrong. And the whole point of dark magic is that it's easier to learn than primal magic. Claudia supports her dad and their shared knowledge and life path. She's not gonna go nuts over an elf library she can't translate.

Side note: Between Claudia knowing some Moon runes and Viren building a secret passageway and a dungeon and lighting it with the same blue crystals that Lujanne and Ethari use for light--and Claudia exclaiming that she loves ruins--I wonder once more if there are really Moonshadow ruins somewhere in Katolis, which Viren has found and looted. Father-daughter relic hunting trip, maybe while Soren is away at camp? Omgsh that would be so wild!

Callum out here having a Viren moment with his "I feel powerless unless I've got magic that lets me help" vibes. God. I love their complicated mirroring. One of the hard differences between them is that Callum is very sure dark magic is bad because you have to kill stuff and take its power to cast spells, and he doesn't want to be a person who kills and takes like that. The line he walks to be nice to Claudia on their tour of the Cursed Caldera because he likes her, while telling her that he doesn't want to do her magic, like, ever, is so fine that it might as well be a shifting shadow on the ground. It's a very fitting conversation to be having during the half moon, with its tricks and little white lies.

Callum being out of the castle and his comfort zone, having to deal with the fact that the Claudia he loves is not quite the Claudia who's chasing him down across the kingdom, but of the two of them, he's the only one with a problem with this.

They say that if you really want to get to know someone, you should spend time with them outside their comfort zone - in heavy traffic, with a small baby, taking care of a new pet, trying a new skill, following unfamiliar directions, etc. While the castle is familiar territory for them both, Callum's never really found his comfort zone yet, while Claudia is pretty comfortable with her growing skill set. The creepy part starts to kick in when Callum begins to realize that Claudia's comfort zone encompasses a whole bunch of stuff that seems like it should make her uncomfortable... but it doesn't. But that'll be for a future chapter!

[jengajives]

Look I have so many feelings abt Finrod’s death so I decided to rewrite it

Warning does be having blood, gore, and deaths but like that’s how it be. Stay safe folks

(Again pardon my shitty Elvish thx)

The waves pounded against the ice inside his skull, thrashing him with frigid whitewater, trying to tear away what little grip he had. Trying to drag him into the depths of the polar sea.

And he wanted to go. Wanted to sink away and be at peace in the depths with all those of his people who had been lost. But he did not deserve such an end.

Because he saw the blood on the limestone wharfs of Aqualondë and on his spear tip, and on the faces of the mariners he had murdered for their life’s work. He saw the bitter rocky coast and the distant horizon blood red with flame. He heard the Doom of Mandos echo in his head.

And he saw Barahir lying dead in a stinking, festering pool of blood and slime.

“Felagund!”

The voice shook him to awareness; the soft, gentle voice that achingly familiar to him. Kindness unspoiled by a lifetime of hardship, piercing him through to the core.

“Felagund, please!”

Finrod tried to raise a hand and rub his eyes, but there was only a rattle of chain and his movement stopped fast. It was then he realized the darkness was not that of temporary blindness, but of the ultimate and complete lack of light, somewhere deep beneath the earth. He coughed lightly and realized his throat was raw and spasmed when he tried to speak.

“I’m here, Beren.”

“You wouldn’t answer!” Beren was sobbing, somewhere to his left. “You wouldn’t move. I thought he’d- I thought he’d killed you!”

“No,” Finrod creaked. “I’m alright. Not too hurt at all...”

That wasn’t entirely true. There was a horrible ache all the way from his lips down to the depths of his diaphragm, and his mind felt sapped and paper-thin. He couldn’t remember why it hurt so much. Couldn’t remember why all he saw when he closed his eyes was blood.

“Where are we?” Finrod asked quietly. He got the feeling he should know the place, but in the dark he couldn’t possibly.

Beren sniffled. There was a strength to his voice, as always, but the despair set it on edge. “In the dungeons, I suppose. They dragged us down so many stairs...”

And Finrod promptly remembered Sauron.

He remembered his voice wavering as his power splintered. He remembered falling to the ground at the foot of that creature’s throne, and sobbing.

He remembered anguish after that, and nothing more.

Next to him, not so far away in the dark, Beren had started to weep.

“I’m never going to see her again. I’ve led you all to your deaths...”

The tiniest flicker of power waxed in Finrod’s heart.

“No, Beren. You will not die here in this darkness. You will not end hopeless and alone. Take strength; it is not over.”

And the words, for the moment, gave him the illusion of certainty that he couldn’t truly feel.

“The Elf, this golden-haired one, intrigues me.”

When Sauron spoke, Draugluin listened, as he was commanded, but rarely did he speak. Now he just growled lightly and pinned his ears, sitting huge and obedient at his master’s side.

“Surely he is one of the Exiles’ princes,” Sauron mused on, uninterrupted. “His power was great. But his face is strange to me. I don’t know him, Draugluin. It is essential that I know him.”

At last the Wolf spoke in answer, his voice a hideous snarl.

“And how would you have me discover this, master?”

Sauron settled back on his throne and smiled.

“Break him.”

Those valiant ten who had set off with them from Nargothrond screamed very little when the wolves came for them. Finrod could pretend, then, and hope beyond hope, that their deaths had been painless.

He could pray they had not suffered.

It happened one by one. In the endless black of the dungeon, there would be a glint of green eyes somewhere afar off in the shadow, and when less voice would answer when Finrod called out.

Beren was closest to him, and the Man suffered. The Eldar could withstand long darkness and captivity without thought of food or hope, but Beren was not so lucky. It wore him down. Finrod heard the weakness and despair grow in his voice every day, and when the hours seemed longest and darkest, he would speak of Lúthien Tinúviel and weep.

He asked once for Finrod to tell him about Valinor, in the utter throes of hopelessness, and Finrod had not been able to do it.

His power was shattered and the memory Valinor held only devastation for him in that shadow place.

Even in this most simple of things, he failed.

The hour at last came when the twelve who sat chained in the darkness had become two. Finrod and Beren alone remained.

It was only a matter of time before Felagund had to hear Barahir’s son die.

Only a matter of time before the son of Finarfin gave everything he had to keep this mortal Man safe.

He heard the claws clicking against the cold stone floor. He smelled the reek of blood and death, and at last, he saw the twin pinpricks of two cruel green eyes flashing to his left.

Beren whispered from beside him.

“I’m sorry I brought you to this.”

Finrod closed his eyes tighter and tighter until he saw the glow of the Golden and Silver Trees blazing in the heart of Valmar, and heard the horns of Oromë shake the earth, and Manwë’s eagles wheel beneath the stars, and he saw Nargothrond in all its strength and glory, and Barahir standing in the meadows of Dorthonion with laughter in his eyes.

The shackles burst, and when he again opened his eyes, he could see the face of the wolf illuminated by a grim white light.

Finrod threw himself upon the creature with the roar of the Valar in his throat.

The fur was thick and spiny. The claws sharp, and the teeth long. It was bigger than Finrod was. It was stronger.

But he dug his fingernails into the hide and locked his jaw upon its throat, and did not move as it howled and tore into him. The pain was dull. The rips it opened in his body easily ignored. He held on with the beast’s foul black blood filling his mouth, and his nails sinking into fever-hot flesh, and the dizzying frenzy of power and desperation turning his thoughts to a fog.

When it shook him from its throat at last, he got his hands into the wound he’d torn in it and ripped it wider as the fangs sliced through his belly to try and spill his guts. He didn’t feel the agony that surely must have been shooting through him. He didn’t feel anything at all.

The wolf cried and snapped at his hands, but he only managed to pull harder. Tearing the living flesh open like fabric.

A spray of blood rained on him and at last he lay still beneath the motionless body of the beast.

For a moment it seemed he would slip away just then, ripped to bits, but he wouldn’t have it. He could last a few moments longer.

Finrod stood. His legs might not have been the same length anymore- he couldn’t tell- but he managed to stumble to Beren in the dark, managed to find the chains in blood-slick fingers.

With the last of his strength, he pulled until the links burst open and snapped apart, and Beren was free.

Then Finrod put his back to the wall and slid down until he was sitting against it, and listening to the strange gurgle in his throat grow quieter and weaker.

“Finrod!”

Beren sounded absolutely frantic. His hands fumbled in the dark, trying to check the wounds, trying to dress them- trying to do anything. Finrod sat gently batting his hands away until at last he managed to speak through the damage.

“Beren. Leave it. It’s over.”

“Finrod, no, n-no, you can’t-“

“You’re safe now.”

A horrific jolt of panic burst through him as he realized in the dark he’d never see Beren‘s face again and he struggled to push it aside. His voice faltered.

“I... I did everything I could for you, iôn.“ He tried to raise a hand and touch those familiar features, trace them into his mind’s eye, but he didn’t have the strength. “I’m only sorry I could not do more.”

“Don’t!” Beren’s breath caught. Suddenly he was sobbing, gripping Finrod’s hand and raising it to his cheek as if he thought he could stay him by will alone. “Adar, don’t go. Please!”

Finrod tried to say something but a cough interrupted, sending waves of agony through his spasming body, filling his mouth with blood. By the time he cleared it he could already feel himself fading.

“Beren,” he said, gripping the boy’s hands in his own. “Your father would be so proud of you. I will not see you again, but I... I shall never forget you.” His lungs wouldn’t work. No air came to him.

“Farewell,” he whispered on his last breath, and his eyes closed on Middle-Earth forever.

[aliypop]

And So It Starts Chap 2

Wordcount: 2,088

Warning: Slight Language

A/N : So I made a part two based off of episode 2 I don’t know why I went “Oh lets flesh a character out using the show loki” but oh well!

" Astrid, my love..." 

"Loki..." she asked. "Wait... Wait, if you're my real Loki, then tell me something only my Loki would know." Astrid said, her tempad in hand, ready to use it.

 "How many Loki's have you..." 

" Answer the question..." she snarled, ready to press the button to send him away. "Well... we used to walk through the gardens." he smiled as she laughed at him, "Anyone would know that... try something harder." her hands on her hips, 

"We once had sex on my father's throne... and we blamed it on Thor." he smirked, "Mind if I say it was one of our best chaotic moments..." he winked as Astrid nearly tackled him, "It is you..." she held onto him as if she were afraid to let him go again, of course, she did have her reasons.  

"Listen and listen well when I say this... I'm going to get us out of here..." 

"How are you planning to do that..." he stared at her in disbelief. 

"Well, I'm shocked you don't know your Astrid well enough." she smirked as she sat down on the table, "Was I not the one who told you how to escape Odin's dungeon or found the secret entrances into the kingdom," Astrid asked, looking at Loki as she fluttered her eyelashes. 

"Yes, that was you, O mighty boastful one." he smiled, placing a kiss on her hand. Her cheeks red as she straightened out her suit. 

"Now, just play along..." she smirked, "Mobius is going to think that I reprimanded you for pissing off Hunter B-15, so..." she looked around the room, seeing if there was anything she could pretend to torment him with as the sounds of footsteps crept closer. 

"Well, what's the hold-up..." Loki whispered. 

"If you knew what I had planned, you'd hate me..." she gave him a mischievous grin. 

"Is this my punishment for loving the goddess of choa- OUCH!" As the door cracked open. Astrid held Loki's arm behind his back as her other hand was pulling his hair with his body against the table, 

"Now, will you comply with me variant L1130?"

"No..." he spat, adjusting his head to look up at her, Norns did he wish that Astrid didn't train alongside him and Thor, "What was that variant..." she growled, "Play along..." Astrid whispered in his ear. 

"I yes... I comply..." 

"Well, you heard him, Mobius, get the man dressed..." she pushed him into the other agent, "You have odd methods, but you're the best." Mobius smiled, placing his hand on her back. As Loki glared at him, Astrid winked, replying with a simple "Well, what can I say. A win for the TVA is a win for us all." she nearly threw up in her mouth.

 "I'll meet you two in the lobby... I'll uh pick up the variant when you're finished." 

"Alright, buddy!" Mobius said, shooting finger guns at Astrid as she did them back. Midgardians and their weird greetings. She thought to herself, fixing her tie and suit jacket as she straightened out her pencil skirt from any imperfections and creases. 

"What was that about..." Loki grumbled, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

"Me pinning you against the table ... Because that was a diversion ..." she kept looking straight ahead as they passed minute men and other agents a few nodding at her. "No, you and Mobius... although I found that diversion of yours rather unflattering." he scoffed, 

"What do you mean Mobius and I..." she stopped him in his tracks.

"He touched your shoulder..."

"They do that... it's like getting praised for a job well done." she laughed it off, "If he does it again, I'll kill him..." he smirked, kissing her on the cheek. Astrid had almost forgotten how possessive and protective her Loki was. But she was glad to have him back nonetheless. 

In the lobby, there stood Mobius and the other minutemen as they went over the various Loki's and his powers, 

" Illusion projection and My favorite..." Mobius said, looking towards Astrid, who only had her head down, "You shouldn't have said that..." she grumbled. 

"Another two completely different powers, actually..."

"How..." Mobius glared. 

"Why would you ask him how..." Astrid let out a muffled groan. 

"Illusion projects involve depicting a detailed image from outside oneself which is perceptible in the external world. Patient casting entails recreating an exact facsimile of one's own body in its present circumstance, which acts as a true holographic mirror of its molecular structure ..."

 Loki nodded as he held his hands in his pockets. Mobius only sighed as Astrid glared at Loki, "Must you always be correct..." she gritted her teeth. 

"Must you be such a people pleaser ..." he asked as they walked through the portal and later through a tent of evidence where a TVA agent went missing. Astrid kept her focus on the evidence, which was a dagger much like Loki's, but next to it was a red amulet. One that she knew all too well, picking it up, she placed it in her pocket as she heard Mobius talk to Loki. 

"We have a saying in Asgard where there are wolf ears, wolf teeth are near." Loki looked back at the minute, "It means to be aware of your surroundings." he winked at Astrid, "Which is absurd because my people are, by nature, gullible fools."

"Not all of us..." Astrid walked by, "

"A trait that I, the god of mischief, exploited time, and time again, simply by listening. My teeth were sharp, but my ears sharper." 

"Astrid, what's his point," Mobius asked. getting annoyed, 

"Well, the TVA and the gods of Asgard are the same, Coming from one myself. Drunken with power and blinded by the truth. Thus those you underestimate will devour you, trust me, I know from experience..." she said an innocent expression on her face, 

"And knowing what I now know about his tactics, I can deliver you the variant, but I need assurance..." Loki stood next to Astrid, his hand around her waist. 

"Yeah..."

"Assurance..." 

"that he won't get disintegrated the moment this is all done." Astrid said, "That goes for me as well, by the way..." Mobius gave the pair a suspicious look as Hunter b -15 raised an eyebrow. She knew something was up. She just had to figure it out. Back at the TVA, both Astrid and Loki sat outside waiting for Mobius, who she knew would be furious. After all, it was a bit chaotic. Astrid knew that Loki had been stalling. It was always something he was good at when they were kids, 

Like the time she was late to her engagement party, or she'd break down in her chambers and missed royal meetings.

BANG!

The heavy wooden door alarmed the two variants as a very pissed-off Mobius stood between the two, "Astrid, I'll speak with you later..." he glared as he focused back on Loki.

 "That was your first lesson in catching a Loki. Expect the expected. You see, half the fun in being a trickster is everyone knows you're a trickster, and then many of your tricks can..." 

"Shut up!" Mobius growled, "What happened to the guy on the elevator who didn't like to talk..." he looked at him as he then thought about Astrid, "Was she on this too... " he asked, losing hope. 

"Did you turn Astrid against me or..." 

"Astrid is her own person, well Goddess ... what she chooses to do is on her accord." he glared. 

"Well, all I see is a scared little boy shivering in the cold, and you kinda feel bad for that ice runt... " he laughed " And as for Astrid, a sad little girl looking for praise and affection but only locked away in desperation..." he laughed watching as Loki balled his fist up. Mobius knew he struck a nerve. He didn't think the useless Goddess would have made him react that way. 

"We don't need your sympathy Mobius..." a silhouette of curls said from behind the wall, a tear pricking her eyes. "L1130, how about we get some work done..." she mumbled, hiding her face. The walk to the library was silent. Astrid had her head down in cases of files as Loki stole glances from her. He had never seen her so defenseless, at least not in his part of the timeline. "Darling..." he probed.

"It hurts all this time..." she read her files, "They were just tactics of fear..." he held her hand, rubbing his thumb over her skin, "He called you an ice runt!"

"Shush..." 

"Love, I know... but you said to play along and that we... Apocalypse," he whispered. Astrid looked confused, "Not to interrupt you, but I found the answer..." he laughed. 

"Which is..." 

"He's hiding in an apocalypse..." Thunder and lightning struck across the sky as both Astrid and Loki looked up towards it. The two continued to walk in apocalyptic Alabama. Using his magic, both Astrid and Loki were dried off, not a hair or cloth drenched. 

 "What the hell was that..."

"That was me using magic to dry us both off, so we don't announce ourselves with every squeaky footstep."

"Honestly, if that shocked you, this is all beneath us. I am a princess, by the way." Astrid smirked, walking towards the aisle. 

"Uh, no, you're going with team Loki and B-15." Mobius laughed, pulling her by the arm, 

"You can trust me. You've known me!" 

"Not long enough, Hunter B- 15. keep a close watch on this one..." he said, walking away.

"You're the TVA Agent they sent to hunt me down..." Hunter B-15 smirked, her back turned towards the two, "While you have something that belongs to me..."

"Me, I presume ..." Loki asked.

"Or possibly me?" Astrid questioned, "Although I don't see what I'd have that would be yours..." she clutched, trying to find the amulet necklace in her pocket.

"If anyone is anyone, you're me." 

"Lovely to meet you," Loki mumbled. 

"Looking for this sweetheart..." she asked, pulling the necklace out, 

"How did you..." 

"Enchantment is a clever trick, cowardly, a bit amateur-ish but clever." he laughed as Astrid clenched her jaw.

"Almost as cowardly as working for the TVA..." she turned to look at them both. 

"One small question: who are we to each other..." 

"You tell me..." She winked at Astrid.

"And here I was worried they found a better version of me..." she laughed before changing her appearance a few times, "You know I see why Thor hated that..." Loki grumbled. As the two split up trying to find the variant, Astrid felt a spark from the tip of her fingertips as she heard Loki thrown around. Wondering how on earth did he let himself get that weak in fighting. 

"If you had any, honor you'd fight me as yourself..."

"I have shit to do..." 

"Is it still murder if I warn them first..." Astrid asked 

"That's ugh... called a threat, darling...Ouch!" he got tossed again.

Astrid used her powers to fling the variant away from him and into a showcase of headphones. "That was uncalled for..." she took her hood down as Astrid looked up.

 She knew there was no denying that that was indeed a Loki. 

"But this isn't exactly about you..." she opened up a portal walking through it. Mobius and the minutemen arrived. 

"Wait!"

"Well, looks like they betrayed you..." 

"You idiots!, this is Lamentis 1," Sylvie grumbled

"Sorry, but I don't know what that means." Loki sighed, the two walking out of the tent as the sounds of distant screaming and a body nearly hitting the desert ground as she began to float gracefully, a meteoroid almost knocking her out. 

"To be fair, I have been falling for 20 minutes!" Astrid growled, getting dirt off her suit, using her magic to change her outfit into something that was a bit more her. "You are insane!" Sylvie sighed, "And you haven't you got anything better to do!" pointing towards Loki, 

"How rude..." 

"Very rude, especially for a Loki... " Astrid said, rolling her eyes. "I advise you not to call me that..."

"Or what," Astrid smirked her back against the wall. 

"One of you has a Tempad, and unless you give it to me, nobody dies." 

"Or we could stay in this mining shack and slaughter each other."

"In old Asgardian fashion." Astrid winked at the variant. "Or we become a team..."

"I rather we don’t do that..." she rolled her eyes. 

[beybladebladerboy999]

Dia means sun btw.

Lord Diavolo angst.

Maybe OOC LuLu, I just love soft, messy LuLu.

He regrets ever picking you for the exchange program. Because of you his life is ruined. He never planned to share Lucifer with anybody romantically.

Then one day he asked to talk. He confessed he was in love.

With you.

Diavolo cried himself to sleep that night. As he remembered his friends smiling face. Of course he congratulated him and gave him advice while Barbatos prepared a special blend of tea.

He always thought he'd have Lucifer body and soul forever.

He should have never let you come here. You have the brothers in shambles, bowing to your every command.

You have all of them wrapped around your little finger and you don't even realize it. Out of all seven you had to pick Lucifer.

He was always supposed to be his Lucifer. His fallen Morning Star with eyes that shone like fire. Skin as pale as snow, with hair as black and shiny as ink. His Lucifer only belonged to him in name only. He was so beautiful, he deserved better than to be your plaything. Lucifer deserved a Queen's status, he belonged on the throne working with Diavolo side by side.

You see this needed to be revised immediately, that's why he killed you. It was to easy really, wait until you got back to the human world, slip some poison into your water systems, and make sure his Lucy was busy with work all day and night.

Why don't I take your D.D.D Lucifer, it will just distract you. The faster you finish your work the faster you can talk to MC. I'm sure she misses you.

He had to be discrete, if lucifer found out all his love would vanish, so not even you could know your killer. He sent you letter often and texted you, played the nice guy, the supportive friend. Now you were far away in the Celestial realm, forbidden from dating the Morning Star based on your angel status. Of course secretly delivered by Barbatos to Micheal.

Then I gave him my brightest smile and shoved more paperwork into his arms, the arms that should be wrapped around him.

He saved Lilith, he gave him work, a place for him and his brothers to stay. Lucifer should be his, and now he will be, now that your out of the way. Watching from the Celestial realm as your boyfriend cries into his shoulder. His hair loose and his school uniform buttons undone, Diavolo could fell his heart beating.

You were gone, Lucifer was his once more.

The cost well the boys will get over it soon enough, they don't even know who killed you. After all you were a good friend to everyone, his tears were real.

He really would miss you, but you crossed the line when you took Lucifer from him. Maybe he'll come and visit you when Lucifer is wearing his ring. When its safe for his heart to never fell that way about you again.

Diavolo hugged his friend and soothed his heaving sobs.

You see Lucifer loves me , he doesn't hide anything from me. Look at him falling apart on my shoulder, the all mighty Morning Star, reduced to tears and a shadow of himself.

"Diavolo" he whispered

"Yes my Lovely?"

" Does Barb know who killed her?"

He sounded cool, and broken. He sounded like a man who just had his heart shattered.

"An unfortunate accident. Her poison garden had a broken pipe, the poison seeped into the ground into her drinking supply." He sounded mournful as he spoke.

" You know how found she was with her deadly garden Lucifer, that's why she got on with Satan so well, always hungry for information."

Lucifer chocked back a sob.

He told you your obsession would kill you one day, and now look at you. Stuck under his Father's thumb in the blinding white of his old home. At least he could rely on Simeon to keep you safe.

For the first time in his millennia old life Lucifer regretted his fall.

At his back Diavolo smiled, finally mine he thought, finally finally mine.

"This is where you live dearest?" he said. Looking at you in wonder. A small cottage greeted him with flowers blooming around metal gates. A green house in the backyard, filled to brimming with toxic and deadly plants.

he stared at you as you put on little green leather gloves and pointed at every plant, the poison it obtained and what it could do it a humans system. You showed him leaf patterns and squeezed a pokeberry and watched the seeds spill out, showing him the poison as red as blood inside.

"Isn't it wonderful" you asked. You gazed into his eyes, yours were filled with an almost child like wonder as you gazed around your garden. For once you had almost rivaled your boyfriend in Pride. He could practically see the peacock feathers sprouting from your back.

" I just want you to look upon the true irony of your current situation." She smiles as Lucifer plucks a Manchieel apple from the tree and bit down.

"I love you Lucifer" Then she looked up at me threw her long beautiful lashes. I felt the blush  creep up my cheeks as my hand rose to meet my chest.

"I love you to MC"

I kissed her then, her lips were full and warm and she was alive. We kissed by the dying sunset, I pulled her flush aganist my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I remember the feeling of utter happiness as I help her aganist me. It was like a tight spring loaded in my heart.

I love you MC, I will always love you.

Lucifer's tears slowly drew to a close as Diavolo hugger him closer. You were always so  reckless, always attracted to things that could kill you whether it be plants or your choice of boyfriend. You never had a sense of self preservation, its how you two originally gotten closer.

After he realized Mammon was a horrible human babysitter he slowly faded into the role. Then after your true heritae was revealed, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with you.

Ha look where that got him. Youe dead and his heart is shattered on the ground.

Even after all those pacts you still went to Celestial, even though your a desecandt of the angel my Father wanted elimanited.

Maybe this is a new tourment from my Father after all, he took away Lilith, and now you.

My darling little MC.

Lucifer was sure his heart would never be put back together again.

He missed your warm touches. Your random notes on his mountains of paperwork, little encouragments and silly heart on sticky notes.

He saved them all.

You come in with snacks or drinks in the dead of night just to remind him to eat.

"How could you possibly love  a demon, I'm a failure. A fallen angel." He looked downcast.

You confessed your love fo rthe first time that night. Heart shapped pancakes, on his desk after a particularly long meeting. At the time his first thought was "Beel didn't see these, how odd."

" I love you in spite of that. Lucifer you work hard, you sacrificed your  freedom for your family. You work like a slave to because of it. Your so strong. You saved your brother from the dungeon, and bore the burden of greif all these years." YOu looked at him admiration and a touch of saddness.

"'I love you because no matter what you come to face, you better yourself with it." his pride swelled, he took in your flushed face, your sparkling eyes, and your soft hair. He loved you for so long. He pulled you close and kissed away your tears.

Then you fed each other pancakes.

He didn't do any work that night.

The brothers made you a memorial behdn the House of Lamentation. Filled to the brim with roses spelled healthy, and pictures upon pictures from your Devilgram account. Soft teddy bears and the controller you used most when playing with Levi, a tube of your lipstick you accidentally left behind.

Lucifer went their that night, he sat in frount of you and cried himself to sleep. It was almost like losing Lilith all over again.

You were the one to comfort him when you felt like this. When he lost the battle of the darkness inside his heart, but you were gone, and nobody else dared approach him. He felt your absence in the very core of his being, he missed your hands grazing his horns or preening his wings.

" Their like clouds! So fluffy!"

" They were made from clouds dearest" He smiled at you and pulled you onto his lap."

" I miss you MC, my dearest one." A few tears dropped onto your tombstone. He rested his head agaist your picture.

" Lucifer" a soft voice whispered, hiding in the shadows.

"Simeon" Lucifer looked up and saw his friend under the tree. He looked forlorn and...was that dread?

" We need to talk... I have  a message from....her"

Lucifer sat up and gracefully walkes towards him. His uniform is covered in mud and he was an indent from your memorial but, he still looked prideful. Even if he didn't feel anything at all.

Simeon looked at him in a pitiful manner.

" She loves you Lucifer, and it wasn't an accident. She said she saw Barbatos, and the cop who was investagating, he was a demon who tried to eat her once. When she was with Satan at the library.

She says he lended over and checked her pulse after she drank the water. He said he was sorry, on all accounts."

Lucifer couldn't speak, he was falling once more in a pit of rage and despair.

" Are you sure?" disbelief coated his voice as he looked upon his best friend and companion.

" She's a mess about it, Barb came over and-" Simeon shuddered. "She's being peppered with questions about everythibg from Micheal, she saw a few of her deceased pets and started crying, she won't leave them be" he chuckled slightly.

Lucifer felt a stab of betrayal, but he also felt a sense of purpose.

"Thank you Simeon" he said cooly, buttoning up his unofrm, tying his belt, fixing his medals."Give MC my love from now until the end of eternity." Lucifer walked cooly back to your memorial. He touched your smiling face and took out his D.D.D.

The Demon Brothers (6) New (7)

Lucifer- Family meeting in the dining room, Five minutes

He shut off his phone and walked back into the house.

" Your so strong Lucifer."

"Your so beautiful"

" You'll always be my angel."

" I love you, and I'll always love you."

Lucifer stared at his brothers' gathered in he dining hall. He tuned out their questions and held up his hand.

He stood up the chair moving soundlessely on the carpet.

He placed his hand over the R.A.D badge, then he ripped it off. The stitches popping and metals clanging on the table.

He threw it to the floor.

"Who here wants to start a rebellion."

Yay my first aganst! So who wins that's up to you! Comment please I love reading them.

This is my girlfriend's story and I wanted to post it here and she let me so go check it out on wattpad

@sparkleshinegreen

[hitbythunder]

Among the Gods of Asgard -1

A dark!Thor x Reader, minor Loki x Reader story with all the drama and angst you’re craving. Including Alexander Skarsgard as Balder. --> Read also on AO3

Summary: The gods are being loved and feared in equal parts by their subjects, more the latter by the thousands of slaves working for them. Ten feet tall, powerful and immortal are the rulers of all beings within the Nine Realms. You, the daughter of an Asgardian merchant, fancy the three handsome princes of Odin - like any woman does - and dream of actually meeting them instead of watching them at public events. That is until, as a consequence of Loki's tricks, you are being forced into slavery at the royal court. Amidst this harsh new reality, you catch the attention of the god of Thunder who then seeks to make you his alone. You are nothing but a toy, a puppet, in the god's eyes and he will use you as he pleases.

Do not hope for mercy.

**** WARNING: dark story, manipulative Thor, heavy rape/non-con elements, no happy ending in sight

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Asgard: the golden city at the centre of Yggdrasil, the World-Tree, where the Aesir - the gods - spent their immortal lives in noble estates and palaces. From behind the high walls of the golden palace, the royal family ruled over the city and all the other Nine Realms. Each god and goddess was gifted with special powers and enchanted weapons. Their subjects worshipped them, sacrificing their last penny if need be in the hope of receiving the blessing of the addressed god. Not all gods were inclined to help, however, some ignored the prayers of the common people and a few gods were even considered cruel. The king of Asgard and All-Father of the gods, Odin Borsson, was wise and just but he ruled with an iron hand over the Nine, his word being law to all beings dwelling in his realm. The gods lived in peace among the normal Asgardian citizens and apart from their might, which granted them a superior status, there was one distinct difference between these two classes: the gods were a lot taller than the ordinary people, each of them being at least ten feet tall – the males often taller.

Conclusively, their daily needs, desires and the amount of labor force necessary to satisfy all those were similar to their divine size. As were the pompous mansions and estates, with the royal palace leading the way. Behind its golden towers and walls, numerous chambers and salons housed the many gods and goddesses, the interior fittings matching the royal status of the resident. To afford all this luxury, slavery had become an adequate means and thanks to the many wars, uprisings or revolts within the Nine Realms, there was always ample supply of working hands. No wonder Asgard had become the richest city of all, its wealth being well accumulated over the centuries. Asgard, the city of gods and many wonders. That's exactly where _________ was born as the daughter of an upper-class merchant who traded various luxury goods across the realms. If the gods, or a member of the Asgardian elite, had any special wishes her father would make them come true – in exchange for a pretty penny of course. But money wasn't an issue for those customers.

Due to her father's skills the family had a very good life, absent any worries for money. While ________'s mother tried to teach her brother Einar and her that gold wasn't the only wealth worth striving for, the father succumbed to the former approach. His greed was growing each passing year. Despite being accustomed to the benefits of her father's income, the girl was neither haughty nor spoiled (well, maybe a little). Unfortunately, she didn't realize how the gold harmed her father - how it carved out his soul inch by inch - until it was too late.

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When the celebrations for queen Frigga's name-day neared, prince Balder decided for a special piece of jewelry as a gift for his mother. The stones should be unique, reflecting her beauty and status as queen. But where would the god of light find a fitting piece? Luckily, he had already heard of the Asgardian merchant, Harald Leifson, who managed to obtain even the most exceptional objects for his customers. Thus, Balder summoned the man and stated his wish, stressing the importance of the punctual delivery as well as the quality of the item. The queen deserved only the best and anything less as a gift would bring shame upon the god himself.

Sniffing the sweet scent of a considerate amount of gold, Harald accepted of course and he already had a vague idea where he would get the desired jewelry. Soon later, the merchant returned from his journey across several realms having a splendid necklace with gems out of star-light in his possession. The following day at his shop, when Harald was polishing the necklace before he would deliver it, an unexpected new customer entered. Judging from the rich black silken tunic adorned with little gems and golden beads, the gentleman could only be a member of some rich family, probably pretty high up the society-ladder. “What marvelous piece you have there!” the man with brown short locks assessed as he spied the necklace between the merchant's hands, his emerald green eyes fixated on the glittering stones. “A beauty indeed and worth a good fortune too! 50,000 pieces of gold, hah, that's gonna be the deal of my life!” Harald mused and held the necklace up so that the other man could have a closer look at it.

“I wonder who can afford such a masterpiece... Your client must be truly bathing in gold to afford such like!” the noble man said, those mesmerizing eyes still focused on the jewelry in a fascinated and hungry manner. “Yeah, he better keeps up his end of the bargain. Otherwise he won't get it! God of Light or not, payment is due!” Harald replied in a very arrogant tone and carefully put the necklace into a box carved from ebony, fitting its exquisite content. The brown-haired man's face lit up at the mention of a god involved and with a cunning smile he made Harald an offer he simply couldn't resist. At first the merchant had refused but somehow the velvet-like voice of the eloquent gentleman could persuade him to take this even 'better deal': Harald sold the star-light necklace to the brown-haired man for 55,000 pieces of gold. Since the gentleman had to prepare the trunks of gold at his home estate, the payment would be delivered three days hence – after the queen's name-day celebrations. And as a sign of trust and goodwill, the new customer with emerald eyes gave Harald another necklace of gold and green-blue sapphires which he could sell on to the god of light. Hence, there would be another 50,000 gold pieces waiting for the merchant. A win-win situation.

If Harald hadn't been so blinded by the promised gold, he might have reconsidered this suspicious offer.

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A few hours before the grand feast in the queen's honor, Harald was again summoned by Balder so that they could close off their deal. The merchant handed the ebony box containing the sapphire necklace to the god, eager to receive the awaited gold, but then it all went wrong. When Balder opened the lid he found the box to be empty and enraged he threw it across the salon. The wood shattering into thousand pieces against the wall.

Despite his begging and apologizing, Harald had been taken by the guards and brought down into the dungeons where he would wait for his trial in front of the king.

Later in the great throne room of the palace, the merchant's family watched as the gods presented their gifts to the queen, one item more precious than the other, and everyone wondered why Balder hadn't come up with at least something. Embarrassed and empty-handed, the fair god stood before his mother and had nothing to give except a tender hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. He would make it up to her and the merchant would pay for this insolence. The most stunning present, however, was given to Frigga by her youngest son, prince Loki, who held a marvelous necklace out of white gems that sparkled like star-light in his slender hands. The whole court present applauded in response and Loki, in full awareness of his brother Balder's stern face, proudly put the jewelry around his mother's neck. His trick had worked out just so nicely.

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The very next morning, the king, his son Balder and a small number of counselors gathered once more in the throne room, Harald kneeling humbly at their feet. Never before had the merchant felt this much fear for both his and his family's well-being. Harald knew what the law had in stall for his crime.

Both parties stated their view of the case and the All-Father, being a just king, listened patiently to each. There was no need for him to heed his counselors, however, because the crime was clear and punishment was due. Harald hadn't kept up his part of a legal bargain and as a consequence he had tainted the honor of the God of Light, which was a grave offense against the gods and the royal family. According to Asgardian law, the merchant's reputation and wealth had to be diminished as well. Thus the fitting sentence was a fee of 25,000 pieces of gold for the deed per se. As for the god's offended honor, Haralds' children had to repay Balder for the not received worth of the necklace in hours of slavery. This way the family would be marked by shame for everyone to see, the children serving as a reminder of the deed for the next generations.

Unfortunately, Einar had already signed for the military service for the crown so the burden of the punishment fell solely to his sister _________. 50,000 hours of slavery, which equals 5 and a half years, at the royal court.

[desertsongpdf]

This is Galileo's War 

Except our freedoms are four, his were only three Freedom from Family, Freedom from Aristotle, Freedom from the Church

Galileo's family included a wine-drinking father who forced him to study medicine but didn't have the money to keep him in school; a manic-depressive mother; a lazy lute-strumming brother Michelangelo, who borrowed heavily from him to buy a job in a royal orchestra and later died insolvent, dumping in Galileo's lap one wife, seven children, one German nurse; two sisters Virginia and Livia, who made him ask for a two-years' salary advance to pay their dowries; a red-headed Venetian mistress, who, after bearing him three children, married a lover by the name of Bartoluzzi, who, of course, demanded a gigantic dowry; and a son Vincenzo, who was a complete financial incompetent but so considerate he left on Galileo's doorstep only one wife, one child

Which is probably enough bad relations for an underpaid math professor

But the real bogeyman was Aristotle

Never has the world so benefited because one man despised other, a blunt little Italian hating an armchair philosopher who'd been in the tomb for over twelve hundred years

Here's what Galileo did just to stick a few pins in Aristotle

He dropped those balls from the Leaning Tower of Pisa He took a second look at the chandeliers in Campo Santo Cathedral He contrived a gadget for telling how hot or cold it was He found out why ships would float in water and cannonballs would not He tinkered with magnifying lenses in a hollow rube He discovered new stars, a mountainous moon, planets with satellites He dabbled in tides to prove the earth moved round the sun He

How's that again? The earth moves round the sun?

Oh Galileo, Galileo, what have you said? Anybody knows the sun moves round the earth, and in Pisa, Padua, Genoa, and Florence no self-respecting scholar will touch you with a forty-foot pole

Also, it is Heresy; enter, the Church

The laity in Milan blamed the plague on Galileo's new stars

The Pope gathered up his books and burnt them in Rome

The Inquisition tough guys threw him in a dungeon

And browbeat him

And grilled him

Until finally, 70 years old, ruptured, arthritic, half-blind, fearful of the rack and the stake, he broke down and blubbered that he would deny, damn, and condemn all his errors and heresies, that Aristotle was right, the earth was motionless; and triumphant the thugs left him with only a whisper he may or may not have whispered, "lt moves, for all that"

They sentenced him to say the the Seven Penitential Psalms once a week for three years

They buried him in an obscure corner of a side chapel of Santa Croce

Galileo, Galileo, come up from the tomb; you are going to War

Listen 

On the railroad yards of all the, men who kick out the college professors, the 100-lb. bomb and the 4,000-lb. bomb strike, as you said, simultaneously

ln landing barges that slip onto the beaches where the debt-ridden, brute-ridden peasant looks out to sea, the commandos synchronize their watches with your pendulum

Toward the harbors of cities where the great books are burnt in the public squares, the battleships navigate, as you directed, by the stars

Centering the crosshairs on a man who made the scholars feed on the slop of darker ages, the sniper aims his rifle with a a telescopic sight—your lenses in a hollow tube 

Whistling into the last pillboxs of the tough guys who fondle the old men with rubber hoses, the artillery shells fall, as you calculated, in true Galilean parabola

And if you with, Galileo, the infantry will charge the final objective shouting your whisper, "It moves, for all that!" knowing that what it moves around is now and always—high, clean, bright—the Sun 

Galileo Goes To War, by Preston Newman

[theron-darksunder]

Daily Writing Challenge 2020

Day 8 – Companion

In the first days of the Scourge Invasion…

In silent contemplation, he had kneeled beside the stream. Birds had chirped in the distance. The soft rattling and scurrying of some animal had drawn his attention as a soft, gentle breeze moved over the trees.  The forest was breathing, oblivious to the happenings that had torn his world asunder. Nothing cared that he kneeled, tired, hungry, hurting and lost.

Why have you come, Kael’deryn? His Mother’s words continued to ring through his head.

He dipped his fingers into the stream. Cool and cleansing and yet the blood that was on them did not wash away. He scrubbed his hands, dipping them deeper into the stream only to find that the scent of blood still lingered on him.  In a quick movement, he removed the bloodstained tunic only to realize that the blood has stained his chest and belly. It would never come out.

A sob escaped him, lost to the storm of emotions.  The soft bubbling of the water running over the stones was too peaceful to contend with the war within his mind. He had betrayed everything he had ever been taught and believed in.  He had breached the trust his own Mother had in him. For power? To save the high elves with a power he did not understand? The Scourge was unstoppable and when Amarhys had not stepped down, he had fought her. He had fought her, won and left the power he had been searching for behind.

He had committed the unthinkable.

The clashing of swords and screams were carried on the wind as the battle raged on.  The Scourge had moved upon his homeland with utter devastation and he had been too late to find Ryssa in the chaos. He had ran and his mother’s blood had set and stained his skin.  Would that he had gone to his sister’s side first.  She would have known what to do.

Instead, he found himself lost in the shadows of Eversong Woods, a coward and a failure.

Caw.

The sound of a raven jarred him out of his self-pity.  It made him look about the forest, annoyed that this creature would disturb his misery. “Leave.” He hissed through gritted teeth.  His jaw trembled with the effort of not falling into the despair he had just staved off.  In a hurry, he picked up his cloak and threw it over his bare shoulders.

Caw. Caw.

The infernal bird followed him.  He could hear the flapping of wings as it moved from tree to tree, staying out of sight but still managing to follow him. “Leave!” He yelled, letting his voice carry over the forest.  “I am not your ward anymore! I have failed the Ravensdawn family. I have betrayed…the name. I have failed…my people.” His voice cracked, turning on his heel.  He headed south, unknowing of what to do or who to go to. War waged in Quel’thalas and it would soon find him.

Caw.

The harsh, croak continued to follow him until he stopped, fully irate with the bird. He spun around, fire licking at his fingers as he searched the tree limbs for the forsaken creature. He drew back his hand only to catch sight of the bird.

It watched him intently as he came closer. It turned its head to the side, eyeing him with one violet eye before it let out another gurgling croak.  Before he could realize it, it dived from the tree and flew straight through his chest. It knocked him onto his back and left him staring at the pale light that still filtered through the trees.

His chest was on fire, a weight too heavy to breathe constricted around his heart. The pain tore at him, blinding him until only the sweet black of unconsciousness gave him release. It was only the voice of a woman that woke him. Rise Kael’deryn. This is not where you die.

He did not recognize the voice. He did not know the woman.

Get up, child. This is not the end of your path. Your servitude has only begun.

Sitting up, he saw the bird in front of him again.  She? He eyed the bird with disdain, shooing it away only for it to retaliate. It pecked at his hand and he jerked it back, nursing it against his chest. “What is this sorcery?”

I am Rosenthal and I have long waited to aid in your awakening. Times are dire and we have much to do.  On your feet, child of the Dawn.  The sun has yet to set on our family but we must hurry.

Kael’deryn stood, the pain still gripping his chest, the horror of his past deeds still haunting him. “What do you mean?”

You must return to the Manor. The Guardian of the Seven has fallen by your hand and you must take up the mantle. Return and retrieve Them lest the balance be upset.

A laugh escaped him at the sheer ridiculousness that the bird proposed.  Surely, he was losing his mind. He did not take orders from a bird even if they were his house’s icon.  “You mean the ancestral spirits trapped and presided over by my mother? Absolute rubbish.” He shook his head and began walking away from the bird only to hear the bird flap its wings.

Again, the bird transcended flesh.  Rosenthal hit him in the back and he found his soul torn from his flesh. Another excruciating pain rolled through him and then, he was weightless. In a panic, he tried to get back into his body only to catch Rosenthal staring at him once more.

You waste time, Kael’deryn. Your flesh will die and you will become but another one like me in a couple of minutes. Helpless lest the living aid you. Will you listen?

“Put me back…” He hissed, panicked that he would die at the … claws of a bird.

Only if you will listen.

“I will return to the Manor. Back to the depths of the dungeon.  Back to The Seven.  For what? My people are already dead and dying. My sister…”

More will perish if you neglect your path. You are the Guardian now. With them lays power but you must hurry or all will be for naught.

“I must have lost my mind. I am taking advice from a bird.” Unsure, he gave in.  What other recourse did he have? His mother was dead. His father lost. His sister likely dead at the hands of the Scourge. “You better be right, Rose, or I will haunt you. Tell me what I must do but put me back.” 

If there was a way a bird could smile, Kael’deryn believed he saw it.  As the bird sat on the back of his corporeal self, he felt himself being pulled back into his body.  Only when he was back into his flesh did he rise with that pain to his chest that was becoming all too familiar.

We fly.

Rosenthal took him back; led him over the fields of devastation that the Scourge left behind as he flew on the wings of the raven. His return to the Manor only served to remind him that he had murdered his own kin. Already, he had damned himself and now, as he stepped over his mother’s body and stained his boots with her blood once more, he claimed the seven canopic jars hidden in the shrine beneath the Ravensdawn Manor.

Each was carefully held to his body until one loosed.  One, lone jar shattered. The darkness within the shrine became absolute and complete. Kael’deryn could not see his own hand in front of him and then, there was nothing. He heard Rosenthal screaming his name but the Darkling had taken flesh.

Kael’deryn exited the Manor with nothing more than what he had entered. Rose, his companion, fled with him. To this day, she remains at his side, trying to fix the mistake she made in not protecting her ward from a being that had longed for millennia to be back within the flesh.

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[imagine-loki]

Beauty and the Beast

TITLE: Beauty and the Beast CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 41/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is under a spell that will return him to his Aesir one if he learns to accept himself for who he is RATING: T (so far)  NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

Loki spent months on Jotunheim, rebuilding and restructuring the court and society.  It took a lot of work to rebuild Jotunheim to what it should have been for centuries and Loki threw himself into his work, trying to forget everything else.  He tried to forget Morgan, tried to forget the Avengers, his home, his beloved mama.

He failed miserably.  

Breya touched Loki’s arm to get his attention one afternoon while he was on the throne.  Her eyes had that glazed look of someone in the middle of telepathic communication.  Loki gave her his attention, knowing she didn’t demand his attention lightly, especially while he was working.  “The guards have apparently found an Asgardian in our realm,” she told him, her voice slightly dazed, as she was holding two conversations at once.  Loki was used to the signs from his own knowledge of telepathy.  

Loki raised an eyebrow at her words, confused.  “Why would an Asgardian be here?” He asked as he adjusted one of the gold coins on the belt at his hips.  He’d learned to wear the Jotun fashion while he was king here.  It was still strange to show so much skin when it was all but blasphemous to do so on Asgard, but he wasn’t on Asgard anymore.  Asgard wasn’t home anymore.

He had to keep lying to himself about that particular point. 

Breya shrugged, drawing Loki’s attention back to her.  “I don’t know, but that’s what they say they’ve captured,” she replied.  She didn’t have to question why there was an Asgardian, only report on it.  “They want to kill it,” it was statement, but stated as a question, asking if she should let them kill the Asgardian. 

“No. Bring them to the palace,” Loki replied on the off chance it was someone he still cared about, despite what he pretended to the court.  

Breya nodded and her eyes glazed again as she gave the order to the guards.  It didn’t take long before the prisoner was brought before Loki, bound in chains.  Her form was slight, especially compared to the frost giants around her.  She looked even smaller in the chains, a frail former-Midgardian.  A blind one at that.  Her gaze was nowhere near his throne, staring straight ahead as she was shoved into the petitions spot before the throne. 

Loki stared in shock and horror at seeing her, his heart fell.  She shouldn’t be there.  How the Hel was she there?

Fuck.

Of all the things Midgardians had created, the word ‘fuck’ was definitely among the best and most useful. 

He had left her to protect her.

Fuck fuck fuck.  

How the fuck was she on Jotunheim?

She was fucking blind! 

And too damn resourceful.

Loki had to fight hard to school his expression as he addressed Morgan.  He couldn’t show weakness, couldn’t show her that he cared.  He had to keep this a clean break, for her life, for her safety.  “Asgardian, how did you get here?” He demanded coldly, with ice in his tone. 

Her head whipped up at the sound of his voice.  She tried to pinpoint him through her blindness.  She wanted to run to him, but couldn’t with the frost giants guarding her.  He’d been gone for months and he nearly didn’t sound like himself, but she would recognize the sound of his voice anywhere, even with the unfamiliar ice in his tone.  Loki watched her carefully.  He saw the wariness in her eyes at how formal and cold he was being to her.  She finally spoke and he saw the effort it was taking for her not to shiver, not to appear any weaker than a blind girl already did on Jotunheim. 

“A portal between the worlds and a locket,” she replied carefully.  The wariness was in her voice, in her very being.  She’d reverse-engineered the tracking spell in the locket he’d given her with his hair in it in order to find him. 

“Why are you here? There is nothing here for an Asgardian,” he informed her coldly.  It killed him to do it, but if he broke her heart thoroughly, he could make sure she didn’t do anything this stupid again. 

He sounded so cold and distant that it threw her.  She didn’t know what was going on or how to respond to him.  She finally spoke again, stating the obvious.  “I came to find you,” she finally said, doubt in her voice.  

“Shall we kill it, sire?” one of the guards asked, a bit too gleefully at the prospect of killing the Asgardian, especially a defective one like this handicapped girl. 

Loki shook his head firmly.  “No. Take her to the dungeons. I will speak to her privately. No harm is to come to her,” he growled the last, a warning to any who might dare defy him.

“Yes, sire,” the guards replied, though sounded disappointed.  They dragged Morgan away by her chains before she could so much as protest.

Loki groaned and sagged in his throne, though he didn’t have the luxury to do so.  He recovered quickly.  He had to.  He ordered Breya to clear the court for the day.  He had matters to attend to.  Breya looked up at Loki after the throne room was empty of everyone else.  “Everything ok?  I can go deal with her for you.�� Send her back to Asgard?” She suggested.  Loki was clearly upset by the blind girl’s presence.

“No. I need to speak to her myself. I will get her off world once I do. She doesn’t belong here,” Loki said, though it hurt to say.  He didn’t want to send her away, but he couldn’t risk hurting her again.  Breya nodded and let him leave.

Loki made his way to the dungeons, trying to figure out what to say to Morgan as he went.  He found her in one of the cells, as ordered.  Her chains had been removed and she was sitting on the floor of the bare ice covered cell, knees to her chest and breathing frost.  The dungeons weren’t heated and were as cold as the outside of the realm of ice.  She clearly hadn’t heard him approach over the other sounds in the dungeon so he had a moment to observe her.  He saw the black handprint on her wrist hadn’t vanished or even faded.  

He moved to stand in front of her cell.  “What are you doing here, Ana? It isn’t safe,” he couldn’t keep the love and gentle caring from his voice, no matter how cold he tried to be.  

She scrambled to her feet to address him.  Her gaze was slightly off.  She was out of practice talking to him.  “Wou vanished without a word to anyone.  I came to find you,” she was more open when he was talking more normally.

“You should not have come. Jotunheim isn’t a place for Asgardians. I left for a reason,” Loki told her firmly.  He saw her expression fall, then steel itself.  He recognized her backbone as coming from Tony.  They could both be stubborn as Hel.

“I love you.  Of course I came.  You left all of your friends and family without telling anyone why,” she replied firmly.  She wasn’t giving up on him, no matter how much he wanted her to.  “We’re worried about you.  No one knew where you went or what happened to you,”

Loki looked away from the fierce determination in her eyes.  He had to break her heart again.  He had to send her away. He had to keep her safe.  “I cannot go back with you. I will have a few of my guards take to the bifrost circle and you will return to Midgard. I have a duty here,” he told her.

“Loki, no! Please.  I don’t want to lose you!” She protested from her side of the bars.  It was easier on Loki to not touch her.  So he stayed out of reach.  She came so far and had worked so hard to find him, to make sure he was alright, to bring him home.  She wouldn’t give up now. 

“Look what I did to you! I’m not safe. You are better off without me. You will be going back to Midgard, Morgan. I’m sorry. But I have to stay here. My people need me,” he said with a snarl. He couldn’t go home with her.  He couldn’t risk her.  

He loved her too much.

“It was an accident!” Morgan insisted.  “I love you, Loki and I’m not better off without you.  Nor am I giving up on you,” the stubborn streak was back.  She wouldn’t give up.  She would come find him again and again if she had to to get him to see reason and come home. 

“Morgana, no,” he said with an exasperated sigh.  She was impossible to argue with, much like her father.  “You should not have come.”

“Of course I should have.  We’re all worried about you,” she reminded him that she wasn’t the only one who cared.  Thor and Frigga were worried too. 

“You shouldn’t be. I’m fine. I’m where I should be,”

“I don’t want to lose you,” she repeated, reaching a hand through the bars toward him.  She’d nearly touched him, but he was just out of reach. 

He stared at the black handprint on her wrist and backed up, shaking his head. “Don’t touch me, Morgana. It isn’t safe. I will not hurt you again, accident or not. You will be going back to Midgard. Inform my brother that I am fine but I have a duty to Jotunheim now. You will not return,” he told her, the cold edge returned to his voice.

She withdrew her hand, looking hurt for an instant before she glared up at him.  “And how are you planning on stopping me? I’m not giving up on you,” she had far too much faith in him. 

“Give me the locket, Morgana. Now,” he snarled.  He couldn’t keep going through this, couldn’t keep letting herself put herself in danger.

It finally hit her then that he didn’t want her anymore.  Heartbreak filled her eyes.  But he made himself clear when he demanded the locket back, knowing what it might cost her if she didn’t have it, didn’t have his protections.  She hesitated a moment, but Loki’s resolve didn’t falter.  She would be safe without him, without the locket.  Or so he tried to tell himself.  She was in far more danger from him. 

Defeated when he didn’t relent, she took off the locket and tossed it through the bars in his direction so he didn’t have to risk touching her.  Loki caught it, but couldn’t bring himself to look at her, couldn’t face her heartbreak.  He was too much of a coward for that.  His silver tongue turned to lead and betrayed him.  He couldn’t just end it cleanly.  “I do love you. That will never change. But I must do what is best for you and for the realm,” he said softly before he turned his back on her. “I’m sorry, my love, my Ana. But this is the only option,”

“I will always love you, Loki,” was her only reply.  Her voice was defeated, knowing she’d lost him.  Despite his words, he didn’t want her.  He wouldn’t listen or change his mind.  He was stubborn and insistent on breaking everyone’s hearts for his own stupid reasons.  

Loki sighed heavily and left the dungeons as fast as he could.  He stopped two of the guards and informed them to take Morgan to the bifrost circle, commanding them not to touch her or they would die horribly by his hands.  Once that was done, he headed to his room, sealing himself inside.  He couldn’t deal with people after having to send Morgan away.  

/She’s gone/ Breya tells Loki awhile later.  

/Good. You will continue my duties for today. No one is to bother me./ Loki replied firmly.  He would not be interrupted. 

/Alright, brother/ she replied, worry in her tone, but she wouldn’t press him for answers, not when he sounded so heartbroken and hurt.

He cut the connection to Breya and the dam of emotions finally opened when he was well and truly alone. He managed to fall into his bed before the floodgates opened and he sobbed out his heartbreak.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Saving Adrien- Lukadrien June

I meant to do yesterday but spent tayed up the whole night the day before when I knew I had a 11 am meeting, that I almost passed out during. I got nothing done and passed out at like 5 pm and slept the rest of the night. I will e only doing certain days like I did for MariChat may only because I’m stil getting into the grove of writing for this fandom. I hope this one is good, more pre-lukadrien. Maybe if I had more time I would of expanded. I also hope I didn’t salt Lila to much to not get reblogged. I don’t really like her like most people so I hope I was tame. Enjoy. My Hero

“I got blankets,” Adrien began, stress evident in the quick snap of his tone, “and coffee, and tea in case you don’t like coffee, and a hot water bottle, and several takeaway menus, and Nathalie is on call in case I think of anything else, and-”

Swaddled six blankets deep on the couch, Luka couldn’t even raise a hand. He raised an eyebrow instead. “Just to clarify, is this a kidnapping?” he teased sarcastically.

Adrien paused. “…yes. Yes it is. And because you are my kidnapee, you have to be well cared for. Can’t have a dingy dungeon besmirching my image. Now, do you prefer duck or goose feather pillows?”

Luka let out a laugh. At least he had a comeback. He’d come over to Adrien’s house to get help in physics when his sister mentioned he was. he doing university level physics homework of his own free will. He asked and Adrien offered to tutor him. When he arrive with his latest test, with a high score, Luka suggested they take the day off, which judging from how Adrien was acting, was something he needed.

He was getting to know Adrien better, even though he couldn’t join his friends and classmates at their boat house as often. From what his sister and Marinette told him, it was usually because of his insane schedule and his insanely overprotective father – though he felt like father’s assistant could be added to that list based on how  she grilled him the first time he came over for tutoring.

Usually being in his room, it was like seeing him on the boat house, he looked free and his heart sounded happy. When he arrived today however, stress was radiating for him and the sounds from his heart sounded like an untuned violin. The insane way he was trying to make him feel comfortable added to that fact.

“Adrien, are you alright? You seem a little, stressed. Did something happen?”

“Oh, if you can count having to take Lila as my date to a premier. I don’t go out of my way to hate people, I gave Marinette the worse advice possible but I do think that sometimes people just need time. She got so many people wrapped around her finger, I don’t know what to do. I feel I’m being smothered by her cause I know she’ll try and mess with Marinette again if she doesn’t get her way. She said it would be good for the brand if we kissed and I’d rather kiss an Akuma who’s dangling me off the Eiffel Tower than kiss her.”

“Well, thankfully never had that happen to me but once she gets put in her place, she’ll learn. The lies will catch up eventually and it’s not like you have to actually kiss her.”

“I do since my dad said yes. I’ve begged, I’ve pleaded, nothing. I can’t even suggest Kagami because she’s in Japan to visit family.”

Luka could see this was truly bothering him. From what he heard, Lila wasn’t the nicest person to be around. He knew Chloe was also a lot but from what Juleka explained, she was Adrien’s best friend and would usually try and be a decent person to make him happy. Another tune he could hear from Adrien was hopefulness. Being homeschooled most of his life, the insane scheduled life, it didn’t take a genius to guess that when he was with his friends and his happiest that he hoped it would stay that way. If he felt smothered, there was a chance he would feel like he could lose that. Which was why he said what he did next.

“Would you like it if I went with you? I’m guessing from what Marinette told me about her, she’s the type to arrive by herself and dazzle everyone before pulling out the magic card, aka you. If you come in with me instead, saying that was planned, you’d catch her out on lying.”

Adrien, finally, stopped looking stressed and looked surprised. “What? Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Well I’m passing physics thanks to you and your my friend Adrien. You’re obviously upset and I want to make you feel better.”

a smile, small but smile none the less, grew on his face. “Thank you. This means so much.”

“No problem. I don’t have to wear a tux though, do I? Like my mom doesn’t care about rules, I’m not really a suit guy and I don’t know how quick Marinette could make one for me.”

“In a night probably but you don’t. It’s a fashion line permie for Comme de Garcon. If you know what that is, you in a leather jacket and nice jeans will be fine. Plus Jagged Stone is on the invite list and I hear he’s bringing Fang, so you’ll be fine.”

“Then pick me up on the way and we’ll make the front page together.”

the big smile on Adrien’s face was almost blinding. “We’ll be show stopping. Oh, let me get you out of this cocoon.

                                            _________________

“I know he said you could make a suit in like a day, but I didn’t realise you’re this good.” Luka said as Marinette threw option of what to wear on the bed.

“I did make the award winning feather bowler in a few hours and two CD covers for Jagged Stone in a day, even with getting involved with the whole Akuma incident that day.” Marinette bragged.

“So, you swear you’re not mad at me for doing this for Adrien instead of, suggesting you.”

“I’ve gotten over him Luka. Hard yes, but I had been treating him as an object for most of the time I liked him. He didn’t deserve that and once I took a step back and started treating him as a human, I realised that he’s human. And we’re actually better friends. I’m just glad your doing this for him. He must be so happy to not have to spend a whole night with Lila.” Marinette said as she started to hang up outfit options.

“Yeah. When I offered, he got this huge grin on his face. It was like looking at the sun.”

Marinette giggled. “Alya calls him sunshine boy on her phone.”

“Sounds about accurate. I like him with that smile on his face. The song his heart plays sounds, really happy.” he had this thoughtful look on his face.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you like that smile of his.” Marinette said airily.

Luka grew up with a sister, who while shy, could still be the stereotypical little sister. He knew that voice.

“It isn’t like that.”

“But you admit he’s cute right?”

“That’s not what this is about.”

Marinette shrugged. “Just pointing it out. I’m just saying that when you talked about his smile, Alya said I had the same look on my face. Alright, pick one.”

“That one, less layers.”

Loose shirt, usual skinny jeans, a favourite leather jacket and black scarf that easily hide itself under his jacket and just made it look like he had a bandana tied to his jeans if people didn’t pay close attention. Marinette had outdone herself again.

“I kinda wish you had one of those large rim hats.” She said stopping him from pulling off his usually accessories.

“Not really a hat person.”

“Can you tie your hair into a ponytail?”

once he did, she pushed him in front of his mirror. “Outdone yourself again Marinette.”

“Yes I have.”

“Luka!” Juleka called from above deck, “There’s someone here for you!”

“Don’t think I’ve heard her scream that loud.”

“You should see her during a horror movie. Thanks again. Get home safe ok?”

“Have fun.”

Another familiar voice he’d hear from his sister. He glared over his shoulder and she gave him an innocent look. She spent too much time around Alya if she was becoming this teasy.

Instead of the usual silver car, there was a limo waiting opposite the gangplank. He ignored the giggling from his sister and her girlfriend as he crossed it and Adrien’s bodyguard opened the door for him. Adrien was dressed to the nines in a classic suit with a smile to match. He could hear a bit of nerves but overall, Adrien’s heart of singing happiness.

“Hey, you look amazing.” Adrien greeted as he climbed in and the door shut behind him.

“Thank you. I asked Juleka for help and she called Marinette. Probably a good idea. She’s got some success under her belt I hear.”

“That she does. The scratch and sniff sticker on the Jagged Stone CD still surprisingly has it’s scent. Thank you again so much for doing this for me. You’re my hero, you have no idea. Also, you were right. My father said that Lila will meet us there. Nathalie is with her to make sure she doesn’t say anything so she has no clue either.”

“it’ll be perfect. I’m glad I could help. You seem happy with this and I’m glad. Seeing you happy is good.”

Adrien got slightly red. “Thanks. I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still really happy you did this for me.”

“I’m happy to.”

“So what should our story be? Alec is apparently supposed to be there and he’s about as instant for an interview as Nadja.” Adrien said.

Luka shrugged, “Whatever you want. I’m here to help you.”

“Ok. I’m nervous what Lila might say, but if I can get her to get Marinette back in school, I can do anything. I’m used to outdoing foxes.”

Luka let out a laugh. Soon they arrived, the flashes from the cameras just breaking through the windows. Adrien was on the side closest to them, so with a smile and an out stretched hand, he pulled Luka out of the limo. Like it was natural, Luka rested his hand on Adrien’s waist. The lights from the flash were blinding but he was able to make it over to where Lila stood with Alec without tripping. Even half blinded and stars in his eyes, he could tell Lila was not happy.

“Adrien. There you are. I was just telling Alec who my date was.”

“Oh. Who is it? I’m glad you were able to find someone.”

“She was just telling us it was you.” Alec said, face screaming about getting a scoop.

“Well she must be talking about another Adrien. My amazing tutor here asked me once he was told about the event.” Luka said, putting his hands on Adrien’s shoulders.

“you’re Luka Couffaine, guitar player of Kitty Section. You preformed on TVi on Bob Roth’s insistence. Alec pointed out. “How do you know Adrien?”

“He jams with us when he can and he’s my tutor for physics. The brain on this man is astounding.” he said, letting his head rest on his hand, being as close to Adrien as possible.

“Luka, stop. I’m getting embarrassed.” Adrien said, Luka noticing his ears getting red.

“But you’re so cute when you get red.” he teased.

“Love must be in the air with you two. Lila was telling us you’d begged her to go with you.”

“No, not really. I don’t know what she told you, but I barely talk to her in school. We don’t spend that much time together except for photo shoots but that’s barley. I’m sorry if you somehow misunderstood Lila. Did my dad say something? I could of sworn I told him I was bringing Luka.”

Lila seemed to be grasping for words. Luka could tell this wasn’t a usual thing for her. For some almost evil reason, Luka wanted to make her even more lost for words as he wrapped his arms around Adrien’s waist, his head still resting on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you did. I feel like I barely get to hang out with you. I plan on keeping you close to myself during the show.”

Alec was buzzing and Lila looked pissed. Nathalie thankfully appeared out of thin air before anything could happen.

“Adrien, we have to get inside.”

“Of course. Nice seeing you again Alec. See you at school Lila.” Adrien said, pulling Luka's arms off but still holding on to him as he followed Nathalie inside. She turned with a disapproving look on her face.

“Adrien.” one word seemed to say it all but all Adrien did was shrug.

“I told him I didn’t want to go with her. He should of listened.” wrapping an arm around Luka’s, he pulled them inside to find their seats.

“She didn’t look happy.” Luka said, easily sliding his hands into his jean pockets and still letting Adrien hold onto him. “I hope I didn’t go to far.”

“Rarely see her smile and you’re fine. She was mad and who knows what the rest of the night means but it was worth it.”

They heard screaming and Luka was tugged out of the way and against a wall as a glass door went sailing down the hall were they’d been standing. Adrien was close to him, hands firmly grasping Luka’s arms, breathing almost as heavily as Luka.

“My hero. Are you ok?” Luka asked. He felt his phone buzz as the usual Akuma Alert was sent.

“I’m ok. Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe.”

“Adrien!” he heard from outside. It sounded angry.

“Maybe let’s switch that.” Luka pulled Adrien into what looked like the entrance to the backstage area and led him to the sound equipment. “We can wait here and if they gets close, we’ll hide in the boxes.”

they ducked behind the boxes and Adrien started texting Nathalie.

“She said she’s stuck. I should go find her.”

Luka wasn’t an idiot. After meeting Marinette and Adrien for the first time and meeting Ladybug and Chat Noir after his mom was akumatized, he recognised the songs of their hearts. He knew Adrien was the famous cat in leather. Whether Nathalie needed help or not, Adrien needed to get out there and help.

“Adrien, I’ll go. Just promise me, you’ll be careful ok?” he meant more than just hiding.

“I will be. Go please, she’s near the entrance.”

he nodded and got up, knowing that Adrien would be ok and save everyone, but for a heart wrenching second, hoped he wouldn’t be truly hurt. Or that the Akuma was Lila with a grudge. He wouldn’t forgive himself if anything happened to him before he could transform.

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Skyrim: Touch the sky Ch1 Helgen’s chopping block.

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The feeling of cold and sound hooves hitting the frozen ground is what stirred Amon-Ra awake, her red eyes blinked and adjusted to her surroundings...She was in a wagon? the girl tried to move her long hair from her face only to find her hands tied. "Finally awake little one?" Amon-Ra looked across from her to see a blond man in a similar position, a stormcloak soldier she mentally noted she'd seen a few of them passing through Ivarstead...

Well run out of Ivarstead would be the proper term. the man gave her a tired smile "You were trying to cross the boarder, Eh? walked right into that Imperial ambush got captured with us and that thief over there." she looked to the right of her to see two more men.

One in rags and one gagged. Thief shot accusations at the Stormcloak as Amon-Ra got a look at the man next to her and the elven girl knew him well. Ulfric Stormcloak, of course he was just Ulfric the boy the last time she saw him, doubtful he'd remember her. The rare times they interacted was when he'd help her pick frost grapes,read and meditate, though their interactions became less frequent as he grew older.

As a child Ulfric never understood why she always wore a blindfold if she wasn't blind and was never allowed to leave the monastery? she had calmly explained that her eyes weren't normal and the monks and her father were protective of Amon-Ra's...condition.

"Got the Falmer's Bane, eh?" the man across from her broke her train of thought, both Amon-Ra and the thief looked confused "Falmer's what?" the thief asked before Amon could, "Falmer's bane on to the Nords they gain, Snow kissed hair and skin so white and fair, eyes red for the lost lives and blood they shed." The Stormcloak said unsure.

"At least, I think that's how the old poem goes?...either way she has it."

"My..mentor says it's called albinism where's she's from."

"Ah...so, she speaks."

"..."

The wagon driver snapped at them to quiet down, a few moments of silence the thief looked over at Ulfric and grimaced "What's his problem?" this caused the Stormcloak to glare at him "Watch your tongue Thief, you're in the presence of Ulfric Stormcloak. The true high-king of Skyrim." The thief went from annoyed to stunned. "Ulfric? But if you're here then..." the color drained from his face. "Divines where are they taking us?!" Amon-Ra may be sheltered, But she wasn't stupid. it was the end of the line, the white haired girl blocked out most of the chatter as she came to terms with this whole situation. Was this really how it ends? Her the last of her race and bloodline... does it really end here with her? All because Amon-Ra wanted independence?

The wagon came to a stop and they were ushered off, Lokir desperately prayed to the divines as he was yanked off the wagon. "Please don't kill us! we're not rebels!" the man pleaded but, it fell on deaf ears...as the imperial soldier keeping the list of names called for Lokir of Rorikstead. instead of stepping forward Lokir made a mad dash towards the gates only to get struck down by the archers.

Amon winced seeing Lokir's body drop lifelessly to the ground,then it was her turn Amon stepped forward the guard looked perplexed as he checked the list, checked every name and couldn't see hers anywhere "who are you..what are you?" The albino girl shifted uncomfortably she couldn't exactly tell them she was a Dark/Snow Elf ... then again she not technically an elf either.

"I am Amon-Ra of Ivarstead."

"I see... Race?"

"....Dunmer? I suppose." that wasn't a complete lie, her birth father was a Dark elf her mother was Snow elf mixed with ... let's just say her grandmother was something other worldly, What exactly? her teacher was never very clear on... Amon-Ra took after her mother in a sense, for she was neither Man nor Mer a beast would would better way describe it. but that's putting it lightly.

The imperial blinked a few times as he looked the young elf over, she certainly didn't look like a dark elf, but alas there was no time to ask nor dwell as he turned to the armored woman standing to the side unsure of what to do.

"Captain, she's not on the list."

The guard informed his superior who just sneered. "List or not Hadvar, she gets the block." she ordered Hadvar look back at Amon sadly. "I'm sorry, I'll see if we can send your remains to Morrowind." Amon-Ra went to protest that she wasn't born in Morrowind! but was shoved forward towards the line up. The villagers got a good look at her."They can't be serious! She's just a little girl!" one of the men yelled causing a the others to whisper among themselves. "The poor thing looks barely passed her 15th winter."a woman stated affronted. under different circumstances Amon-Ra would've giggled and took that as a compliment, being a 191 years old and all! but now? It was all just a bitter memory in her last minutes life.

The captain snapped at the villagers to be quiet as the first man step towards the block, Was when Amon-Ra felt it, her eyes turned towards the sky the energy in air it felt... disturbed, Something was coming... Then there was a noise it was distant at first but, loud enough to cause everyone to look up. "What was that?" Hadvar asked his eyes scanned around bemused. "Nothing of our concern, give him is last rights," the captain ordered the priestess gave the man his last rights or at least tried to till' the man told her to shut up and get it over with.

Amon-Ra looked away as the ax came down on him. the sound came again a little closer this time. "there it is again!" another soldier said warily the captain ignored it "Now the Dark elf!" she ordered Amon was shoved forwards towards the block. the girl felt her eyes burn as she knelt down *I'm sorry father...* she winced waiting for death only for a deafening sound akin to an explosion caused her ears to ring.

Amon-Ra's red eyes shot up to see a large black figure swoop down and land on top of the tower... a dragon!? The shock wave by the beast's landing caused the executioner to stumble and drop his ax and the town erupted into chaos, as soldiers scrambled to get to cover and their weapons, the townsfolk were scattered screaming in horror at the black mass that ravaged through Helgen.

Amon-Ra was frozen stunned at what she was seeing, only to be snapped out of it by Ralof who had grabbed her arm a dragged her into one of the towers. the white haired girl scanned the room they were in, few of the Stormcloaks were there catching their breaths. Ulfric included he looked up from an injured soldier as Ralof walked over to his leader, the two discussed what was happening while Amon ran up the stairs.

"Jump on the inn next to the tower, We're right behind you!" the blond called up to her, the girl nearly fell down when the side of the tower was ripped open and a torrent of flames shot passed her, she looked up to see a pair of red eyes staring back at her perplexed, Amon-Ra flinched as the dragon sniffed then in a low voice hissed at her " Hi ...Los Nid Joor-" the dragon was cut off by arrows hitting the side of it's neck, It whipped it's head in the direction they came from he roared moving away from the tower and went after the poor souls.

The white haired girl wasted no time hopping into the burning Inn across from the tower, and running down the stairs and into the street. she looked around frantically her gaze landed on a little boy, her stomach drop when she saw the black dragon land behind the child, before she even knew what she doing Amon-Ra ran over to him threw her arms around him and ran the child and herself behind cover; just as the dragon spat a torrent of flames right where he had been standing, Amon sighed relieved then looked down at the boy.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh-huh."

What were you thinking? are you trying to die?!"

"No, I wanted to hel-"

Hadvar cut him off "Trolof take care of the boy!" he then turned to the girl "Amon-Ra follow me!" he ordered the red eyed girl looked back at the boy before following after the legate who led her to the keep, this was the first time Amon-Ra ever killed someone. after she and Hadvar entered the keep he undid her bound hands, he told her to find some armor and a sword. she complied while Hadvar kept his eyes trained on the door in case any Stormcloaks wandered in when she was done changing.

Hadvar looked confused at her now braided hair. "how did you braid your hair so quic-" he was silenced when he heard talking over head. they saw Stormcloaks behind a gate, and the legate thought they could negotiate with them, They didn't give them a chance the second they saw Amon-Ra and Hadvar they attacked! Hadvar did most of the work as Amon-Ra had never used her skills on a human before...

As they traveled deeper into the keep depths Amon didn't know what to feel, sure she was trained to be a warrior. but, that was for Grimm not humans! and this damn Iron sword was so dull and clumsy! She wished she had her Jörmungandr with right now, then she'd be back in the swing of things! after fighting their way through stormcloaks,giant spiders and sneaking passed a bear.

They were out! Amon quickly changed out of the armor and into mage robes she found in the dungeons, she calmly threw her braid around her neck like a scarf and pulled the hood up before joining Hadvar outside where she saw the the dragon fly over them, for a brief second Amon swore she felt it's gaze on her as it flew off into the approaching storm clouds.

When all was said and done Hadvar led Amon to Riverwood. stopping a few times to point out the guardian stones and bleak falls barrow, The albino girl had to hold her hair still, to keep it wiggling it always did that when she was curious. her red eyes left the scenic view, she then followed after Hadvar only to bump into his back. She looked at him then at what was bothering him... wolves a large pack of them.

Amon-Ra made sure the nord man wasn't looking at her, she used her eyes on the wolves, the pack all looked at her and whined before running off with their tails between their legs, Hadvar was flabbergasted as he sheathed his sword. "That was odd...wolves usually don't back off when they see prey." he said turning to the girl next to him who just shrugged seemly just as bemused as he was as they continued on the path by night fall they'ed arrived to the small town.

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Simple, Ch. 9 (Loki x F!Reader)

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Summary: Tony and the Avengers are in desperate need of something like a “babysitter” to have an eye on Loki and teach him “how to human”. He decided to stay on Midgard over the dungeons of Asgard as punishment for his deeds in New York. That’s where you swoop in. A simple receptionist at the Avengers compound. You have to share an apartment in the compound with Loki and damn, he’s a really tough nut. With your open and kind character it seems that you are slowly cracking his shell. But suddenly things are getting twists that will change your life and your relationships there irreversibly.

Story rating: M

Chapter trigger warnings: torture, humiliation, human experiments, captivity, harming, suicidal thoughts, murder/death

Words: 3971

9

It's been a week now since you disappeared. Tony had found several bugs placed in his system that surveyed everything happening in the lab. It turned out most of them didn't work properly so they were useless but one did its job, a simple digital wiretap that recorded everything that was said. That was how they found out about you. Tony cursed and kicked stuff through his lab, angry with himself that this happened. Everyone was just exhausted, haven't slept properly and totally at their limits. They had to rest, otherwise their bodies would force them to. So they agreed on shifts to supervise the program Tony installed to search JARVIS for the virus that kept your bracelet from working. Unfortunately Loki was not common with the earth technology and was clearly not in the state of mind to learn it now properly, so he could do nothing, and it was killing him. All he felt was guilt and anger. He could have stopped you from leaving. He wanted to. But he didn’t. Why? Because of his damn pride. Once again in his life, his decisions led to pure tragedy, not only for himself but for so many more people. Again. And again. AND AGAIN.

Angrily he threw knives at the dummy at the gym. After hittng the same spot over and over again the knives clattered to the floor because there was no space for them to dig into the puppet. He got more and more furious as he stepped towards the dummy, keeping on throwing knives until he stood right in front of it. He started screaming and ripped the dummy in two with his telekinetic powers. He looked above and watched the stuffing slowly falling down on him like snow. He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Touching his neck he realized he was sweating. He never sweat on earth before? Turning around on his heels, he snapped his fingers to make his knives disappear back into his pocket dimension and went to his your rooms to get a shower, ignoring the mess behind him. He tried to distract himself with reading books but that didn't work at all. It was day seven now and after some heavy training he came out of his shower, slipped into his simple brown cloth trousers and green linen tunic, he stared out of the window. The silence was pressing down hard on him and he looked over to your winged chair. Your headphones were laying on it, just where you left them. He grabbed them, put them on and ordered, "JARVIS, play me Y/N's favorite music on this device of her." He closed his eyes, listening to your most loved songs, his wet hair soaking up the fabric on his back, thinking of you.

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You didn't know how many days had passed, it was just you being awake and falling asleep. But you got four meals in your cell so you assumed it were four days. Together with the time you were forced in that lab chair you guessed it could be about one week now. It was so hard for you to bear the silence. You hated it, so you were playing music in your head, all the songs you knew the lyrics of. You startled as your door opened. Fieberbrunn was standing in the door, looking down at you.

"I think we can continue." His face was blank. He turned around and ordered, "Los, bringt sie wieder ins Labor. Aber achtet mir darauf, dass ihr ihre Wunden nicht zu sehr aufreißt, das wäre nur Energieverschwendung."

You wrapped the linen blanket tightly around your body like a towel as the guard stepped in. He grabbed you by your hair and pushed you along the corridors back to the lab. The sight of the chair let your heart rate rise. You tried to protest but the guard's grip was too tight and he just pushed you forwards. You were forced into the chair again, leather shackles closing around your wrists, ankles and a broad strap over your arms and chest. Fieberbrunn sat down in front of you and while he pierced you with several needles and stuck a bunch of electrodes onto you again. Ripping your blanket down to your hips to connect you with the monitors he explained, "We will make some tests now to prove if my father was right with his suspicions. The questions will not be about something you know, so you can't give wrong answers. The only wrong answer is not answering at all, and for that you have to get punished. Do you understand?"

Reluctantly you nodded. When he was done and turned on all the monitors, he turned around and looked at you. His gaze was empty, almost bored.

"Look at me. How do you think do I feel right now?"

"Bored. You don't really want to be here. But still, you are here for something you hope to find."

"Ah. Fine. Perceptive." He tapped something on one of the monitors. A little tingling shot through the electrodes on the shaved parts of your head.

"Wh- what are you doing?"

"You don't ask questions, you answer them. You are not allowed to speak unless you are asked a question." He didn't bother to look at you while he set up those rules. Studying the monitors he seemed to be pleased with what he saw. He turned one of your hands around in the shackles, palm upwards and laid his palm onto it. Instinctively you wanted to pull away but couldn't, so you were forced to touch his cold, sweaty hand.

"Now, tell me again, how do I feel. And don't answer right away. Concentrate, then answer." He said with the same bored voice and the same blank face.

You stared at him, but what you felt didn't suit to what you saw. Confused you said, "You... you are full of... anticipation. Curiosity. Hope, that your father was right. That you could fulfill his heritage. That you would have made him proud. And hatred, towards the Soldier. You want him dead, but you had to accept you are not in charge of such decisions. And... you are lucky that you aren't. You don't want the responsibility for all that's happening round here-"

His eyed widened and he retreated his hand in shock, pressing it to his chest.

You must have looked as shocked as he. "Why- why do I know this? How? Is it true? What is wrong with me?! What are you doing to me???"

Usually you should get punished for asking questions but Fieberbrunn was so in awe, he didn't realize the violation of his rules.

"Mein Gott, es ist wahr. Er hatte recht! Die ganze Zeit lang hatte er recht! Ich muss das sofort melden!" he exclaimed.

"What? What are you saying? What's going on here?!" Your questions were answered with silence. Fieberbrunn rushed over to grab the phone on the desk. He was speaking something in German, totally excited like a child. You stared down at your hands as if they would start to glow or sparkle any second. How did you know that? Does that come from the electrodes? What kind of tricks is he playing on you? Fieberbrunn hang up and came back. He run several tests with you for hours. You had to touch his hand, the hands of random lab persons. He regulated the electrodes and varied the stimuli to watch the differences in the outcome. You got the headache of your lifetime. As he recognized you getting too exhausted, he sent you back into your cell. He said he could only work on you properly if you were rested. The guard tore you down the corridors by your hair again, not bothering that you stumbled over the blood stained blanket, you had to leave it behind. In your cell were a glass of that thick liquid and a protein bar waiting for you. In that moment you realized that you haven't felt hungry or thirsty since your last 'meal'. You cowered down on your makeshift 'bed', trying to hide your nudity and chewed on that rubbery bar as you heard music playing. You looked around to maybe find the source, but didn't see anything. It took you a while to get that you heard the music in your head. It was like you were listening to your favorite songs, you didn't consciously think of each song and concentrated on it, they just played along in your mind. And there was something else. ...Someone else. You closed your eyes to concentrate on that certain feeling. Your breath went slow and deep.

"Y/N??"

You audibly gasped as you suddenly saw Loki standing directly in front of you, wearing your headphones. You totally forgot that you were completely naked as you stood up and stepped closer to him.

"No, don't touch me, this is just an illusion. If you try, the illusion will fade again." He looked all over you, brows furrowed and his eyes full of concern. "By the Allfathers, what have they done to you?"

You immediately hid your private parts and looked away, full of shame and agony.

"Y/N, listen, do you know where you are?"

Without looking at him you answered, "No, I woke up in a factory hall, naked and blinded by some kind of injection. They said it was meant to stay for one hour but I was unconscious for three. There was a giant iron machine connected to a conveyor. This building is full of corridors, cells and laboratories. I... they gave me a drug that opened my mind to my memories." Your voice almost died in the swallowed tears. "Tell... please tell my uncle... Uncle Tones... that I love him. Still. And always." Your voice finally broke into crying.

"Keep calm, my dear. We will find you and bring you home. Come on, beautiful lady, look at me." His soft words encouraged you to look at his worried face. "We will bring you home, to us. You are not alone."

You sobbed at his gentle promises. "Loki... Thank you. I-" you moved towards him and touched the illusion while you where speaking and the image of him disappeared in a shiny green glow. You came down to your knees, crying badly. You put your arms tightly around yourself since there was no one who could do that for you. As the tears slowly ebbed away and became more quiet again, you could still hear your beloved music. It made you smile and cry at the same time. Seeing his face again ignited your hope. You drew knew strength and said a thank you prayer. Just in this moment your door was opened and your guard took hold on your hair again, bringing you back to the lab. As you were strapped in that awful chair again, Fieberbrunn entered the lab.

"It looks like we don't have time to let you rest naturally. This will help." He held up a syringe with a cloudy blue liquid. Since you had no vascular access already he pushed the needle right into your arm. The cold injection run up your veins, letting them shine dark through your skin. It felt like an intoxication, all your senses wide awake. The light was suddenly so bright and every sound so loud.

"This time we will see what you can do to others." Fieberbrunn explained as he put a simple wooden chair in front of you. The clattering and screeching sounded like a whole battlefield in your ears. A guard brought another prisoner into the lab. He was in chains and overly confused. It was a man, around 50, looking totally devastated. As he realized that a young naked woman sat right in front of him, a dirty smile tugged on his lips. You felt so disgusted you just wanted to punch everyone in the face. Fieberbrunn stood beside you and turned your hand around again, palm upwards. He ordered the guard to place the prisoner's hand on yours. You wanted to pull away again, being disabled by the shackles. "Now," Fieberbrunn said to you, "make him cry."

Confused you looked at Fieberbrunn and back to the man in front of you. His eyes constantly wandering over your body. You felt his arousal and it made you sick.

"Go on. Concentrate on a feeling that makes you sad and send those feelings to him." Fieberbrunn instructed.

And you tried. You tried really hard. But no sad feelings were found inside you, just disgust. You loathed him so much it made your insides twist. Suddenly the expression in his face changed. His gazing stopped and he looked you straight in the eyes now. He wanted to pull his hand away but the guard didn't let him. He pressed his sweaty, rough hand onto yours. Slowly he started to mirror you. It looked like he started to feel extremely uncomfortable in his skin. Then he turned pale within seconds. He leant to the side and threw up on the floor.

"Well, not exactly what I ordered but it that's fine as well for the first time." Fieberbrunn said with a pleased tone. A small nod towards the guard and the prisoner was dragged away again. But he didn't stop to stare at you all the way long, in complete shock. Then, a little girl was pushed into the lab. "Komm her. Setz dich hier auf diesen Stuhl und nimm die Hand dieser Frau." Fieberbrunn commanded and the girl came over, sat down on the chair and took your hand. She looked in your face and you didn't need to touch her to feel her anxiety. "And now, make her cry. And I said CRY. Do what I told you or you get punished."

You stared at the girl for some seconds before you reacted, obviously too long. Fieberbrunn grabbed your face and slid a scalpel across your jawbone downwards. You and the girl simultaneously screamed. Shocked you looked at the girl that was covering the same spot on her face with her hand and then looked at it, as if she expected to see blood.

"Make her cry."

You concentrated and closed your eyes. You could never want to make a child cry. So you thought of something else. You on the shoulders of your uncle, running through the garden in the low sunlight of a late summer evening. As you opened your eyes again the face of the little girl was decorated with the most beautiful smile, pure happiness. You only heard Fieberbrunn sigh next to you, and before you could look at him he pressed your head into the high backrest. He placed his scalpel on your collarbone, pressed it hard into your flesh. You felt it scraping on the bone as you and the girl screamed and cried.

"See? That is crying."

This game went on for hours. New human lab rats, new commands. Every time you did not exactly what you were told you were either slapped or cut. At some point even Fieberbrunn started to get tired. He ordered a little break between the next prisoners. He rubbed his eyes and rolled a bit away in his office chair to pour himself a coffee.

This moment you saw something in your peripheral. Carefully you turned your wrist around and saw the soft green glow of the gem in your bracelet.

***

Just the second after Loki's connection got lost he rushed down to the lab. He flung the door open and told the startled Tony and Bruce what just had happened. He repeated the description you gave him and they began searching for buildings fitting the parameters. He grabbed Tony by his arm to stop him and added, "Tony, she knows who you are. They made her remember."

Tony turned paper pale within 2 seconds.

"She didn't assumed I'd know it, too. She just said I should tell her uncle, Uncle Tones, she'd still loves him. And always will."

Tony took hold on Loki's shoulder as he fought against the tears. Regaining countenance he just managed to mutter "Thank you, Loki.", then he turned to get the search on. Meanwhile the others came down to the lab and searched a radius of one hour distance with any vehicle for a factory that suited. After hours they could limit the results to four factories. They formed four teams and rushed to the landing site. Natasha and Clint took each one of Tony's cars, Steve hopped on his motorcycle and Bruce, Tony and Loki took the Quinn Jet. After half an hour of heavy reticence a green dot appeared on the map on one of the screens, accompanied by a modest 'ping'. The sound ripped Tony immediately out of his thoughts. He nearly jumped at the screen, zooming the map in.

"Oh. My. God. We got her. WE GOT HER!!!" He screamed. Finally his program was able to delete the virus and your bracelet was activated again. You were in the factory where the Quinn Jet was already heading to. Immediately Loki and Bruce were at Tony's side, staring at the screen before their joy kicked in (for each in their own ways; Bruce was loudly cheering, Loki drew a deep breath and closed relieved his eyes as his lips formed a soft smile). Tony was already informing the other team members and they changed their route. Suddenly Tony was hit by a horrific brainwave.

"JARVIS, turn off the gem on the bracelet, NOW!", he screamed at the screens.

***

Your eyes began to fill up with tears as you saw your bracelet shimmering in that beautiful dark, warm green. You concentrated on not to spit out a relieve laugh and quickly looked over to Fieberbrunn to check if he saw something. Luckily he was studying a screen while he drank his coffee. You turned your wrist back again and hoped so badly that they would find you before someone noticed the sudden glowing. Just as you stopped moving Fieberbrunn turned around and came back to you. He put his mug down besides you and said, "Okay, for today we have one last test. It's an important one, fateful for both of you. Bringt sie rein!" he shouted over to the door.

Your eyes widened as you saw the guard pushing the Doc through the door, dirty and chained, with a bloody lip. Her expression was as shocked as yours.

You cleared your throat, "Is... isn't that the do-, uh, nurse that looked after me?" You tried to sound unknowing.

"Uh, yes, could be. We got several of them. She tried to wake up one of our cryostatic soldiers and has to get punished." The guard almost threw her onto the interrogation chair in front of you. She looked horrified. As Fieberbrunn turned away for just two seconds she mouthed 'I'm so sorry', but you didn't understand what she was apologizing for. He unchained her and paid attention to your hands now and you got thunderstruck.

"Warte, was... What is that?" He turned your wrist around and it felt like your heart would break through your ribcage any moment. But just in the second he turned your hand around to look at your bracelet the light got dimmer until it was gone completely. You didn't know what was worse; that he could have find out that this wasn't just some jewelry or that your little green spark of hope died right away after like three minutes. You felt your heart crumble inside your chest.

"Hm. I guess just some light reflection. Okay, let's get this done. Alright. Now, think of suicide."

You just stared at him. "I'm sorry, what?"

He looked you dead in the eye before he said, "I will let you get away with this one now. But I won't repeat myself again. I'm sure you know that feeling. Maybe thought of killing yourself in the last few days. I want you to conjure those feelings of pure and utter despair and project them on her. That is her punishment. And a final test of your skills. This task is not easy so you will have a few minutes more time. Start now."

Your mind felt like it was about to explode. What should you do? They were going to kill her, that was out of the question. But you couldn't do it. How even? How should you bring someone only with your feelings to wanting to end one's life? You were torn apart. You didn't want to do this at any cost. No. Just no.

She felt what you were going through. She whispered, swallowing down the tears, "It's okay. I won't see tomorrow anyways. It's okay, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." She tried to share a smile.

Your mind was running in circles. No. No, you wouldn't do that. No, no, no, GOD NO! Suddenly everything broke free. Everything they had done to you, the humiliation, the torture, the pain. It was like every single cell in your body was on fire. But before you could contain yourself you saw the wave of raging anger and hatred hitting the Doc in front you. God... no... Her face was fury itself. She even moved too fast for Fieberbrunn to react. She jumped off the chair, grabbed it and smashed it right into Fieberbrunn's face. The wooden chair shattered into pieces and while Fieberbrunn was on the floor, trying to see what’s going on through the blood on his face, the Doc took the scalpel from the tablet next to you and rammed it into Fieberbrunn's chest. Just as she tore it out and got ready to stab it in again you heard a loud shot and she stopped mid-movement. The scalpel clattered on the floor tiles and she doubled over to the side, her eyes staring into void. Everything happened too fast, you had not a moment to process. The guard was rushing to you just as the lights went out and earpiercing sirens started to ring. For two seconds you were in darkness and as the red emergency light turned on you saw the guard standing still, mouth open before he got down on his knees and fell right on his face, a dark handled knife in his back. Behind him appeared Loki in his complete battle armor. He took back his dagger as he crossed the room towards you with like 3 steps. Though you were still naked and all over covered in cuts and bruises, your eyes were the only thing he looked at.

"Your saviour is here.", he almost whispered low and soothing as he cut open the leathery shackles that held you back. You were unable to speak, your mind on pause. He gently picked you up and you clasped onto his neck. You looked down at the dead bodies, but the Doc was the only one you really saw. In that second you knew her rigid face would haunt you for the rest of your life. You just shut your eyes, trying to ignore all the noise around that almost made your head burst as he carried you through the corridors. Suddenly you saw bright light through your eyelids. You squinted into the sun and shielded your eyes with one hand. It felt like you haven't seen the sun for years. The fresh air was so relieving and you sucked it into your lungs eagerly. Your drug flooded brain did its best to let your eyes adjust to the brightness and you looked around. Loki carried you straight to the Quinn Jet parking right outside. You heard a well-known noise and turned your head just to see Tony fly over you in his suit and landing in front of the Quinn Jet. It felt like someone would press the 'Play' button in your mind again. Suddenly you were so nervous. You wanted to run over to him and pull him into a tight hug, just like you remembered from the past. But how could you? Even if you'd explain it to him, would he even slightly believe you? You started trembling at the thought. Meanwhile you were only a few steps apart. Just as Loki carefully let your feet touch the ground again, Tony exited his suit, coming towards you. You had no idea what muscle to move next, completely overcharged. He kept eye contact with an expression that confused you; it looked like relief, but so much more intense. As he was only one step away, he opened his arms and with the next step he embraced you dearly.

"Honeybun.", was all he whispered into the nape of your neck. It hit you like lightning, you haven't heard that word for about a decade; couldn't even really remember it but, damn, it had impact. One single word, a simple nickname was all you needed to completely lose it. Your skin was all chills, hesitantly closing your arms around Tony's torso.

"Uncle Tones", you said, your voice breaking away under the heavy tears. "I missed you."

You didn't care that you were naked, you didn't care that all the cuts burned like pure hell because of the hug. You weren't sure if you would ever get out there again. If you would get the chance to see your uncle again, the last bit of family remaining. But all that happened right now. You hoped so much this wasn't just an illusion or a dream.

Tony was the first one to pull away. He gently laid a hand on the side of your face.

"Damn, bun, you look shit. Let's get you home, kiddo.", and a broad, genuine grin appeared on his face.

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