#assassin peacock y/n

[missterious-figure]

Just gonna ask this again cuz im determined, swap wine and feathers but blood and feathers :D ?

Blood and feathers harpy y/n!

(Thank you for your patience)

You are tough enough to go toe-to-toe with the three brothers and they love it. Though it's hard to get them to share you, you make it work. Hunting with them, and being "hunted" by them is exhilarating. Making them frustrated as they miss you by mer inches is just so hilarious. Your just as skilled as them and they need to work it for you.

Of course, the boys are equally as annoying as you are. Taking your things and making you do the chasing, or killing a victim just before you can. It's infuriating, but not undeserved on your part.

Your favorite method of killing is to stab a claw into the neck of a victim and let them choke and bleed out.

[marice23top]

CHAPTER 1- Prowler Miles X Deadpool(fem) Reader

   Taglist: @bath1lda​  @niktwazny303​ @sorryi-mtrash​

“ So we meet again!” Said a dark and mysterious voice “oh my, please stay away! “ yelled the poor girl. “NEVER YOUR MINEE!!” he yelled Slashing her in the stomach before laughing crazily.

“BAHAHAHAHA!!!!” “Y/N!” ‘oops, remember to keep quiet or you're in trouble but know  that old man needs me’ thought the girl who is seen to be  laying in her bed before she gets up to respond to the call.

“Coming father” she says up the stairs in a meek tone different from the tone she used to read her book or to even talk to herself. “Hurry, I have a mission for you”He responds to her in an authoritative tone. She makes it up the stairs and into a living area different from the one her room is in. This is where her mother and older brother live while she sleeps in the laboratory.

Coming into the living area to see her Father sitting on the couch, that was across from  the family picture. ‘Well their family picture, as she has been in any of these pictures’. “Yes father, I heard you say you have a mission for me” She tells him looking to the ground as if looking at her father would kill her if she dared.

“Yes I have a mission for you, and that little assassin I hired is coming with you” He tells her, still looking at her as if he dared her to defy his orders. “Yes sir, I understand, I'll get ready and leave as soon as possible.”

“Don't worry about getting ready its a stealth mission and you need to look normally, your weapons are in a bag by the bike in the garage, Get them, meet at the street linked on the bike, and wait till the event starts and the assassin gets there,” “ yes father” “Good now get out” “yes father.” The young girl says bowing then walking back down to the garage to her bike and seeing the bag.

‘Awe great this is going to be a boring mission’ she thought, getting on the bike ready to drive away. But then she remembers something that makes her smile like the moon has eyes `My coffee bean is going to be there and I don't have to come back here after the mission, so I can spend the rest of the night with him, YEEEAAAHHH!!” she screams riding on her bike down the street.

‘Tonight is going to be a great night’ she thought.

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“Copy that uncle Aaron” the boy says to his communicator, “yea, ad boss man says  your girl is going to be there too, make sure you watch after her man” his uncle tells him. His uncle knows one thing that when they're both together that girl would never get hurt, even if she can heal.

“Yea I see her i'll tell you how we do '' He tells his uncle completely ignoring what his uncle said about calling her his girl. "All right and remember to knock out or kill anyone in the way of killing that little traitor, understood” “yeah understood” as the boy says these words and cuts off the communicator with his uncle he goes to the edge of the roof he’s on and jumps sliding down the walls using his claws, and drops  into an alley.

“MILLLEESSS!!” He hears behind him, he sighs before opening his arms as if he was waiting for something. And soon that something jumps and appears in his arms hugging him with a death grip and legs wrapped around him. “I’ve missed you” she says to him looking down to his peacock eyes, while rubbing his braids.

“Yea me too princesa hermosa, also we saw each other yesterday, we had a mission” he tells before putting her down on the ground and looking at her outfit. “Te ves tan hermosa” “what's that mean” he chuckles at her  and remembers she sometimes forgets that she is fluent in 7 languages. “You know” he says but then he sees their target and his whole mood changes. A few seconds ago they were laughing then he gets all dark and mysterious when people are around or if they're handling a mission and right now it's the latter.

 “You ready” he tells her, getting his claw ready while she takes her guns out the bag she brought, “as ready as ever sweet lips” “stop” “OK, right mission time first.”

“Ohh this is going to be fun” she says smirking, looking down at all the men who seemed to be in their way, then seeing the target. Her eyes look at them darkly with her smirk becoming dangerous.

She kisses her guns, “Real Fun.”

Princesa Hermosa—-> Beautiful Princess

Te Ves Tan Hermosa—--> You Look So Beautiful

[starcrossedyanderes]

Okay idea that you totally don’t have to do anything with:

Xavier’s darling is (like me) a history nut and knows about a lot of history from all over the world from reading books and watching documentaries

So when Xavier decides to start a long lecture about Colvakia’s history because his future wife needs to know these things, darling finishes his sentences and eventually takes over the lecture as Xavier sits there stunned with major heart eyes

I just know he’d be so happy and think that it was so cute that his darling already knew all about his homeland, he might even think it’s fate

This is so long, but I couldn’t help it! Inspiration struck, ya know? Also I assure you, I am working on that Tom fic!

Xavier taps a baton onto a large map that hung up on the wall.

“Ok, dahling, listen up. It is absolutely vital that you learn and remember the history of Colvakia, if you want to rule it one day with me.”

You were sat down at a table, notebook and pencil at the ready. You nodded your head eagerly, being the little nerd you are.

“Alright then. Colvakia for quite a while was part of Österreich-Ungarn, or as you may know it, the Austro-Hungarian empire. But in 1918 the Great War, or World War 1, ended and the empire was dissolved. Colvakia was one of the countries that were formed.”

Your eyes shined with excitement, the eager learner you were.

“But in 1922 the Soviet Union was formed. And a few years before that the Romanovs were assassinated. This is where the history of Colvakia really starts to begin.”

You eagerly raise your hand, practically bouncing on your toes. Xavier sees this and raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, dahling?”

“But aren’t the Devorskýs related to the Romanovs?”

Xavier nods his head, content with the question.

“Very good, dahling! We in fact are related to the Romanovs! We were cousins that managed to evade the slaughter. And this is important why..?”

Xavier lead me on with that question.

“So it makes your claim to the throne legitimate!”

Xavier chuckles at your eagerness.

“Correct, once again (Y/n)! 100 points to you!” Xavier snaps his fingers, instantly summoning a servant. “You there, get the future tsarina some ptichye moloko! I think she’s earned it after such a-“ Xavier goes in to caress her cheeks “-wonderful answer” Xavier steps back and the servant scuttles off, probably to the kitchen.

“Now, with the Soviet Union now formed, you can imagine some people did not want any part in it, or wished for refuge. So that is how Colvakia got such a surge in Russian citizens. But, around World War 2 we were conquered by Germany, then the Soviets. You can understand how this was an awful time for us.”

You solemnly nod your head, thinking to all the suffering that must have occurred.

“We mostly kept to ourselves, primarily farming. And by some miracle, we were relinquished to our own devices! The Soviets were too busy on other fronts, that we were able to be relinquished from their grip!”

You raise your hand again.

“Wasn’t that called the Day of Miracles?”

Xavier eagerly nodded his head, so happy with your answer.

“Yes, it most certainly is! It got its name because of how many miracles seemingly occurred that day. For one, the fact we got our independence back so quickly. The second being forces from other countries thinking we were still occupied by Germany, and the fact most of the Soviet forces that were present were redirected. Many say it took an act of God for all to happen, hence the name.”

“Now, we were in an interesting state. We needed to rebuild, and most of our citizens were immigrants from Russia or other countries. But we were also heavily Austrian-Hungarian still, hence where we get our 3 main languages or German, Russian, and English.

Now, here’s where the Devorskýs come in. My great grandfather, Dominik, was a rather wealthy man as he came from rather high ranking Russian nobility. But they also used that money to build varying companies, along with farms. He had a specialty with breeding peacocks, hence the prevalence of them here. Either way, Dominik was also known as a rather kind man, who essentially spearheaded the rebuilding efforts. In fact, many buildings here are named after him because of his funding of philanthropy.”

You oohed, at this fact, as it finally answered why you’ve seen so many buildings with the name Dominik.

“Now, Colvakia was in need of a government, and we played around with regular democracy for a bit there. But it was terribly, terribly corrupt in our case. It was how we ended up under the thumb of the Germans, then Soviets. Also, it was completely and utterly rigged. So still reeling from that, we thought it was best to stay away from that form.

But we also saw how badly communism affected us, and knew it wasn’t a viable option. So that mostly left a monarchy as the only option.

Oddly enough, Dominik had-“

You couldn’t help it anymore, you had to blurt out what you knew!

“Dominik was volunteered for the role because of his philanthropy and him being a leader already! Also people liked him being descended from Russian royalty so they eventually declared him King! Then Colvakia slowly gained more land from either purchases, or some countries volunteering to join them! That’s how Colvakia got to where it is today!”

You panted, trying to catch your breath after blurting out so much. Meanwhile, Xavier just stared at you, in awe.

“Y-yes. Absolutely correct!”

Before you knew it, you were being absolutely bombarded with kisses.

“Correct! All of it! Wunderbar dahling! Wunderbar!”

Xavier let out a chuckle

“You cheeky little thing, I bet you were just trying to put me under your spell even more!”

You chuckled as well

“Well did it work? But in all seriousness, I just really love history.”

“Well, it’s certainly clear you are meant to be queen one day. And here I thought I couldn’t fall in love even more~”

[weeping-bat]

Here’s a list of Alphabetically sorted ‘Call Signs’ for you if you: can’t figure out what yours would be, you need one for an OC, or for whatever other purpose! :)

!! Some of these came off the internet and are real call signs! Some are from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick which is probably why some of them may seem familiar. Good luck aviators. !!

A: Angel, Alphabet, Agony, Arrow, Assassin, Aggy, Ace, Animal, Astro, Anxiety.

B: Black Cat, Bronco, Bruise, Brick, Basher, Bulldog, Breaker, Blaze, Boomerang, B.O.B, Blade, Bullet, Bull, Bullseye, Bucket, Biggie, Birdie, Boots, Bones, Badger, Buzz, Big-sky, Baby Bat, Bubbly, Butterscotch, BumbleBee, Bagman, Booty.

C: Cobra, Cypher, Casper, Charge, Cougar, Cyclone, Crow, Cyclops, Chipper, Coyote, Cargo, Charlie, Chaser, Cryo, Chuck, Creed, CooCoo, Cannonball, Circuit, Crash, Colt, Cruella, Creature, Chicken Little.

D: Dynamite, Dusty, Dash, Demo, Dice, Duck, Domino, Dover, Dozer, Diesel, Darling, Dasher, DoDo, Dipper, Digger, Deuce, Django, Dottie, Deception.

E: Elvis, Enigma, Egghead.

F: Flatline, Fireball, Fighter, Frost, Fancy, Feather, Flame, Frogman, Fifi, Firecracker, Fun-sized, Fruit Bat, Fungus.

G: Ghost, Goose, Giggles, Gucci, Ghostrider, Grizzly, Great White (shark), Gills, Gibbs, Gonzo, Ginger, Gator, Growler, Gretel, Graveyard, Ghoul, GG, G-Lord, Glassjaw.

H: Hangman, Hammer, Hijax, Hijinx, Hollywood, Hurricane, Howler, Heater, Hawk, Honey, High-Tech, Hard Shell, Hydra, Horns, Heebee-Jeebee, Heartbreak, Hellcat, Hansel.

I: Iceman, Ivy, Irishman.

J: Joker, Jinx, Jester, Jaws, Jacket, Judge, Jumper, Jaguar, Jigsaw, Judas.

K: Killer, Knight, Kanga, Krunch, Kindle.

L: Lucky, Legend, Little red, Lick, Lightbeam, Lambchop, Lover-boy, Lovebug, Lunch Money, Lucifer.

M: Maverick, Mouse, Mad Dog, Maniac, Machine, Mutt, Merlin, Mellow, Major, Mugsy, Mistletoe, Micro, Mamba, Mule, Mad, Memo, Magician, Monster, Moony, Midnight, Magic, Mastermind, Mare, Mustache, Moby, Mortician, Mortimer, Massacre, Mad Hatter.

N: Nova, Navigator, Nerd, Nugget, Nightlight, Nightcrawler.

O: Ox, Omen, Obi, Octave/Octavia, Oopsie Daisy.

P: Puddle, Porky, Poison, Payback, Phoenix, PopTop, Pyro, Pitch, Puggsy, Princess, Puke, Poltergeist, Phantom, Peacock, Puzzle, Peter Pan, Pandora.

Q: Quiver, Queenie, Q-tip.

R: Razor, Ripper, Rattlesnake, Rooster, Rebound, Rush, Red, Rags, Robin, Rusty, Rebel, Radiator, Rottweiler, Rapid, Rambo, Red Flag, Rockstar.

S: SHOCK, Skipper, Showoff, Sparrow, Slayer, Smiley, Songbird, Shadow, Scooby, Slider, Sundown, Stinger, Sludge, Shredder, Storm, Silence, Stretch, Serpent, Scout, Shark, Stag, Slick, Sassy, Scooter, Soprano, Spring, Strike, Scorpion, Showtopper, Stallion, Sweet ‘n Sour, Scarlet Witch, Surge, Spinach, Shanks, Shenanigan.

T: Tiger, Taz (Tasmanian Devil), Thunder, Twinkle-Toes, Tank, Tweety, T-Bone, Tumble Weed, Trouble, Tombstone, Tug, Toon, Twitch, Turbo, Tart, Teacup.

U: Uber, Unicorn, Ultimate, Unseen.

V: Viper, Vapor, Vampire, VooDoo, Vanilla, Vine, Venom.

W: Wiki, Wolfman, Wizard, Warlock, Wildcard, Wednesday, Wildfire, Wonderland, White Rabbit, Weasel, Weasley.

X: Xeno, X-man, Xanadu.

Y: Youngin.

Z: Zeus, Zebra, Zig-Zag, Zimm.

[justfangirlthingies]

Bubbles (Sunday Afternoons) (Dad! Draco Malfoy)

Here's part 2 of Sundays at the Malfoy's, the sequel to Morning Chase!

I've been thinking about doing another one for Sunday evenings and nights as well and maybe I'll even include the Saturdays at some point. What do you think about that?

Word count: 1286 words

This is pure fluff!!

Enjoy your Sunday afternoons!

Here you can find part 3

Now, what happened on Sunday afternoons?

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Sunday afternoons. Now, those were full of activities. On Sunday afternoons the family would build pillow forts, but only when the weather was bad. When the weather was nice however, time was spent in the large garden of the manor.

You would put a blanket on the ground and Scorpius would do his best to help you. Whether it was helping you with spreading out the blanket, carrying snacks and fruit outside, bringing some games, books and toys or fetching cups while Draco carried two jugs, one filled with water and the other one with juice, a smile on his lips. A warm and soft smile reserved only for family.

On sunny Sunday afternoons, the boy would try to engage with the white peacocks that were patrolling the grounds. At seeing this, your husband would go crazy with worry. He admitted often that he'd never be able to understand how you could stay so calm and collected in situations like these.

Another contribution to your afternoons was feeding the magical beings you took care of. That's one thing Scorpius inherited from you, the love and passion for other creatures. The creatures were kept in a separate magically adjusted garden. First you'd have to go through a small cave which would lead to a pathway that split up in different directions, each direction leading to a different terrain created to fit each being. There was a cozy looking hut to the right of the path before the little pathway split, it was full of supplies for the animals.

On Sundays you would go to the forest area. You would have Draco help you carry the supplies and he complied. Of course he could use magic to carry everything, but he had his reasons not to. Let's just say if he carried something, he didn't have to make direct contact with the beasts. Nonetheless, he would drop everything and shield his son in the blink of an eye if he found it necessary. It's not that he doubted your abilities, he just didn't trust the creatures. Especially not the hippogriffs, which to his dismay, were situated in the forest area and just so happened to be the little boy's favourites. Your son followed all the steps and guidelines about the mystical beings carefully. Even your husband was willing to follow the guidelines, but only because he wanted to make sure the two of you were safe, or so he said. In secret, he might have been looking forward to some of the animals, the hippogriffs excluded. He did learn how to approach them, but only to ensure he wouldn't be attacked or even killed by them. He was such a drama king at times, with the way he over-exaggerated everything. How he described your lovely and peaceful animals as brutes that tried to 'ambush' him plenty of times and would surely try to 'assassinate' him and 'the two of you animal fanatics' one day. When he was done with his little speech there'd be a small smile gracing his lips. He adored the two of you and your passion, but he'd never tell you that.

Your son would often ask his father why he wasn't so fond of the hippogriffs. Draco however, always refused to give a proper answer to the question. The situation always made you think back to your time at Hogwarts. The memory of your third year and specifically the first lesson of 'care of magical creatures' you'd ever had with Hagrid was what had you grip your stomach and bend over, eventually falling to your knees from laughing so hard. In honour of this memory you even named one of the hippogriffs 'Chicken'.

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When the three of you came back to the blanket you all sat down and basked in the warm sunlight and the light breeze of the wind that accompanied it. You would lean against Draco while your son dug through the basket and tried to prepare the snacks. Soon the little family would be enjoying some snacks and peace before the little angel you called your son would jump up and drag you along to play something.

On this particular Sunday afternoon you had brought something along. Something you were sure your little angel would enjoy. Or maybe it was something you knew you would love, but you just didn't want to admit it.

"Love, have you seen the ball- what's this?" You turned around to look back at the platinum blonde who had just been cramming through the bag and was now examining some kind of vial with clear liquid and some kind of O-shaped stick inside of it. You giggled and walked back to him to snatch the container from him. "This is great you'll love it, just wait." You giggled.

"Mummy! Daddy! Are you coming?" a rather high pitched voice called. "Coming Scorp!" You called back as you grabbed Draco's wrist and pulled him along with you. "Wait, (Y/n) I was still looking for the ball!" he chuckled. "We won't need a ball. This is so much better" a grin was apparent on your face as you held up the container with the liquid. As soon as you came to a halt in front of Scorpius he noticed the object in your hand "What is that?" His icy gaze was fixated on you and then switched to his father in hopes he would answer the question. Draco knelt down and meet his son's stare "I don't know, but mummy says we'll love it. Do you think we should believe her?" The boy just nodded his head in excitement "Yes! But what is it?"

"Apparently muggles play with this and you can even make it yourself. We can try making some ourselves someday, yeah?" You finally spoke up, a soft smile on your lips as you unscrewed the top of the vial. It came as a bit of a surprise to you when the stick that had been emerged in the liquid all this time, was attached to the lid, but you just shrugged and decided to observe the curious stick-like object. After turning it in your hand for a bit you decided to dip it into the liquid again before you pulled it out and blew through the opening in the stick. Everyone's eyes went wide as you saw the soap bubbles ascending into the air. Yours and the four-year-old's eyes lit up in awe at the size, amount, colours and funny-looking consistence of the floating and wobbling bubbles. A small hand reached out and pointed a finger as to touch one of the shimmering bubbles. As soon as the small hand made contact with the shimmering substance it plopped and covered the finger in soapy water. The experience and surprised look on the kid's face emitted a chuckle from the other male in the garden. From then on, it wasn't long until the pair started chasing the bubbles that you created. At some point you forced Draco to blow some bubbles, just because you could and because you wanted to have some fun with the bubbles as well.

Needless to say, soap bubbles became a part of sunny Sunday afternoons after that day.

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Sunday afternoons were full of quality family time and happy memories. They were fun in the garden or cozy pillow forts. They were full of activity and energy or lazy cuddles, maybe even both. Sunday afternoons were giggles, picnics, animal time, cuddles, soap chasing and playing games.

Sunday afternoons resulted in family dinner and Sunday evenings.

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What plans did the family have for Sunday evenings though?

Taglist: @ateez-star @littlemissnoname13

[hesitate9]

The Sin of Pride

Summary: What happens when Bucky finds out you are not what he thought you are.

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Sin! Reader

AU: Greek Mythology AU, HYDRA Victory AU

Warning: The only warning is that when until Y/N’S POV every detail about the Sins is correct after that it is the stories plot. It is neither a theory nor the truth pls keep that in mind.

A/N: I’m Sorry I went a little over board

Words: 2683

Overview

HYDRA won the war and The Winter Soldier became their hero. He is treated as a hero by everyone accept the ‘Resistance’ previously known as ‘The Avengers’. The Soldier is treated way better by HYDRA than he was before. He can now make his own decisions, go wherever, whenever he wants but he is still HYDRA’S most prized possession.

Everyone has a weakness and so does the infamous assassin Winter Soldier. His only weakness and strength are you. You aren’t just any ordinary girl. You are called ‘Kora’ which means ‘bringer of death’. Why? If anyone were to even think badly about you their obituary can be seen in the paper next day. You are also known as ‘creature from hell’ because when you kill, you kill silently and torturous like a hell beast. Winter thinks you are an Angel but you always laugh when he does that and he feels like he is missing something. So, you finally decide to tell him.

Author’s POV

Ever heard of The Seven Deadly Sins. If not, I’ll tell. There are seven sins that a human commit known as the Seven Deadly Sins which are Lust, Wrath, Greed, Pride, Envy, Gluttony and Sloth.

The Sin of Pride

Pride is more than the first of all sins it is the essence of all sin.

                                                                                        -John Stott

Pride is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity. The power of pride is Illusion Manipulation because he Arrogant thinks so that s/he is great at everything but it's not true just like an Illusion. You'll be broken on the wheel. Pride is linked with the peacock and the color violet.

  The Sin of Greed

Greed is a strange, strange sin. All you want to do is acquire, acquire money, acquire material, acquire time, acquire energy, acquire attention. The running mantra is ‘I WANT! I WANT! I WANT!

                                                                                -   Amelie Fisher

Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness. You'll be boiled alive in oil. Bear in mind that it's the finest, most luxurious boiling oil that money can buy, but it's still boiling. Greed is linked with the frog and the color yellow. The power of Greed is Mineral Manipulation because the Greedy would have the power to control minerals which would generate precious gems, which could be used to get lots of money and I assume you get the reason now.

 The Sin of Lust

One sin, I know, another doth provoke murder’s as near to lust as Flame to smoke.

                                                                            - William Shakespeare

Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body. You'll be smothered in fire and brimstone. Not kisses. Lust is linked with the cow and the colour blue. The power of lust is Biological Manipulation because to control the bodies functions in order to continuously be pleasured.

 The Sin of Envy

Of The Seven of the deadly Sins, only envy is no fun at all

                                                                                    -  Joseph Epstein

 Envy is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation. You'll be put in freezing water. Envy is linked with the dog and the color green. The power of envy is Possession.

Because the person wants to take or worse be the person s/he is jealous of.

 The Sin of Gluttony

I have heard for business and a body for sin, unfortunately the sin appears to be gluttony

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Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires. You'll be force-fed rats, toads, and snakes. Gluttony is linked with the pig and the color orange. The power of gluttony is matter absorption as it would consume anything leaving the surrounding a barren wasteland.

 The Sin of Wrath

But of the seven deadly sins wrath is the healthiest, next only to lust.

                                                                                                - Edward Abby

Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath. You'll be dismembered alive. Anger is linked with the bear and the color red. The power of Wrath is combustion inducement when enraged and angry wrath can just explode and viciously hurt others.

The Sin of Sloth

Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves

                                                                                              -Ovid

Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work. You'll be thrown into snake pits. Dance, sinner, dance! Sloth is linked with the goat and the color light blue. The power of sloth is telekinesis as it can get thing without even moving a finger.

 The Winter Soldier is now glorified he is treated way better than he was before. He is paid in millions and has many mansions. The Winter Soldier is the ‘Executioner’, the most feared man on the planet. He is only seen by his targets who die and the highest-ranking HYDRA Agents. Director Pierce, somewhat himself is scared of the Soldier’s strength. Bucky Barnes once a nice man is now a ruthless mafia leader who has come to terms with The Soldier inside his head. Yes, there is chaos but the balance is almost perfect. 

He has no problem going out as Bucky Barnes. He actually enjoys people being scared of him. He only goes into The Winter Soldier mode when he is needed by HYDRA or he has to protect the girl he loves the most. He is the owner of the world’s deadliest gang ‘Drákon’ meaning ‘Dragon’ nobody dares to mess with him. He has two metal arms The Winter Soldier silver arm with a red star and one from Wakanda which is black and golden. He wears the silver one when he is Winter Soldier mode and the Black and Golden one when he is Bucky Barnes

Y/N’S POV

The Sins have been alive since the dawn of time and are the first one to commit the sin they are .

The Underworld has two parts. Heaven and Hell and the god of Under world is Hades. Heaven is the place for good souls, angels. It has the Asphodel Meadows, The Elysium, Persephone’s Garden. The other part is Hell. Hell is divided into seven parts known as ‘The Domains of The Seven Deadly Sins’.

The Sins aren’t just any normal spirits they are the strongest demons of the Underworld after Hades who technically is a God.

Of Course, each sin has a counterpart in heaven.

The Virtue of Humility is the opposite of The Sin of Pride.

The Virtue of Liberality is the opposite of The Sin of Greed.

The Virtue of Chastity is the opposite of The Sin of Lust.

The Virtue of Kindness is the opposite of The Sin of Envy.

The Virtue of Patience is the opposite of The Sin of Wrath.

The Virtue of Abstinence is the opposite of The Sin of Gluttony.

The Virtue of Diligence is the opposite of The Sin of Sloth.

Every demon has certain powers while all of us have wings and can fly. Every demon and angel in the Underworld have a mate. Their Soulmate their other half. Thanks to Persephone the Goddess of Spring and Queen of Underworld.

The 7 Virtues have fond their mates while only 6 out of 7 sins have found their mates. The one left is The Sin of Pride.

The 7 Sins and The 7 virtues decided to keep normal human names for themselves to call each other out of formal settings though the Virtues and Sins hardly ever talk they use the names amongst themselves.

The Sin of Wrath is names Jasper or Jase for short. His mate’s name is Enola she and Jasper met in the 13th century when she was ready to sacrifice herself to keep her family safe from the plague.

The Sin of Lust is name Harold or Harry for short. His mate’s name is Ivory. The Sin of Sloth’s twin sister. They met when she first came to hell for committing the sin of pride. Harry and The Sin of Sloth both begged me not to kill her so after a talk with The King and Queen of Underworld I turned her into a demon but banished her to go to her earth until summoned.

The Sin of Envy is named Elizabeth or Ellie for short. Her mate’s name is Thanatos or The Grim Reaper they met when the sins first reached the court of Underworld as souls to receive our punishments.

The Sin of Greed is name Vera or Ve for short. Her mate’s name is King Louis XVI (what a shock!). He came to hell for the Sin of Greed Vera couldn’t kill him so she turned her into a dark angel.

The Sin of Sloth is name Ivan or Iv for short his mate’s name is Crossandra named after her mother’s favorite flowers. They met when Ivan went to Earth for some business. She wanted to stay with him so he asked Envy to kill her and when she half dead to turn her into a dark angel.

The Sin of Pride. My name is Y/N or Y/N/N for short My mate’s name is Bucky Barnes. We’ve met but he decided to stay on Earth until he dies and I agreed but our story is a bit complicated.

Flashback

It was the 1940’s I was roaming around in search of a mate. I was in the city of Brooklyn. The people here seemed to be scared for some reason it’s just a war, not a big deal. Suddenly, I felt a pull. I told Harry who had came up on Earth with me to find something for his mate that I was feeling a pull he looked excited and shooed me away to search for him/her.

I looked at Harry to see all the boys and girls looking at him I chuckled reading some minds.

‘God, He’s so hot’ A girl thought

‘He is so dashing’ Another girl thought

I mean he is The Sin of Lust he has to be handsome or it is no use.

‘Why does he look so good. WHY IS MY GIRLFIREND STARING AT HIM!!” A guy thought

I walked towards from where I felt the pull knowing I was getting starts too a perk of being a Sin everyone is attracted to you.

I stood Infront of an ally where I saw a man in a soldier’s uniform kick a guy’s ass literally

“Pick on someone your size” He said

His voice is so melodious.

“What are you looking at? Get aside!” The guy who was getting beaten said harshly and I got angry

“How dare you talk to me that way?” I questioned angrily

“Who do you think you are huh?” He remarked and he was suddenly pushed out of the ally

“THAT IS NO WAY YOU TALK TO A LADY!” My soulmate screamed as the guy ran away

“Are you alright ma’am?” My soulmate asked

“Y/N” I said

“Are you alright Y/N?” He asked smiling and I nodded

“I’m James but call me Bucky” Bucky said and I looked at him confused

“Because of my middle name Buchanan” he said and I nodded

“As in James Buchanan the president?” I asked and he nodded chuckling

“Yes, like the president” He said and I smiled

“Well James Buchanan ….” I trailed of wanting to know his last name

“Barnes, Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes” Bucky said

“Well, Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes I’m Y/N/L/N” I said offering my hand to him to shake

“Nice to meet you Y/N/L/N” Bucky said

“Ehm” I heard someone clear their throat and I looked down to see a blonde, tiny, frail boy with eyes blue as Bucky’s.

“I’m Steve Grant Rogers. Bucky’s best friend” He said and I shook his hand

Present time

I was sitting on mine and Bucky’s bed reading a book about The 7 Sins. It was named The 7 deadly Sins: Their Domains. It is by far the funniest book I have ever read. They have every information wrong. The only thing they got right is that we rule hell and Lucifer is part of the court not the king.

My back started to hurt so I got up to take a walk.

“Ma’am where are you going?” A guard asked

“For a walk in the backyard” I said

“Ma’am you are not allowed to go out right now” The guard said

“Who said that?” I asked

“Your husband” The guard said

“And why is that?” I asked

“I don’t know ma’am” He said

“Angel’ I heard a deep husky voice that I love a lot but hate right now say

“Winter” I grumbled seeing that he was wearing Th Winter Soldier arm

“What’s wrong angel?” He asked

“Why is he saying I’m not allowed to go out? I asked angrily

“I told him so, Captain America was seen in the state. I don’t want you to get hurt” He said

“Ugh…” I grumbled and went back to our room

“I’m sorry, angel” Bucky said coming in

“Don’t call me Angel” I sighed

“Ang-“ Bucky was about to continue but I cut him off

“I’m not an Angel, Bucky” I said

“Yes, you are, you’re my angel” Bucky said again

“No, I’m really mot” I said

“You always asked why do I have this amused look in my eyes whenever you call me angel. Well, that’s because I’M NOT AN ANGEL! I’M NOT EVEN A HUMAN! I’M A DEMON!” I said my voice getting louder in the end

“Love, don’t call yourself that” Bucky said and I sighed I closed my eyes and when I opened them, they were purple I turned myself into my original form with a purple dress and a dark purple crown with rings on my hands and my hair opened

“What- What are you?” Bucky asked

“I’m The Sin Of Pride. The first and the deadliest Sin and you Bucky Barnes are my mate” I said in my original voice

“That means I have to go with you” Bucky said

“Not until you want to and if you want to come with me to hell, I’ll have to convert you into a demon or a dark angel” I said and bucky nodded

“Do you still love me?” I asked Bucky coming in my human form

“Of course, I do. I love you a lot and I always will” Bucky said and I smiled we cuddled on the bed as I told him everything from the starting

Thank you, guys, for reading this.

Sorry, this is a bit long.

I luv you all a lot

Stay safe

Luv

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[theodora3022]

Too Trusting (Yandere Ciel Phantomhive X F!reader)

Summary: You picked up a half-dead young man from a dark alley, tended to his wounds  with your nurse skills. However, you did not expect his way of paying his debts.

Notes: So this is a Ciel counterpart of this by @animeyanderelover First time writing for Black butler so hopefully this do not turn out to be too OOC.

Ciel is aged up in this, so no pedophilia haha.

Word count:3.1k(I went overboard oops, a sequal is already taking space up in my mind but whatever), long read with caution

Trigger Warning(s): Gore, drugging, implied dub-con, stalking

Stars glistening behind thin clouds, while the silver moon watches over midnight London carefully. 

You yawn and stretch your stiff limbs as you walk out the hospital hall. It has been a long night, though not many patients, the slow hours from afternoon to midnight is nothing less then torture. 

You know what you were getting into when you took up studying nursing, but you still cannot chase away this sensation of annoyance. The walk back to your family’s manor is usually peaceful, as it is through a well-to-do neighbourhood of the city. But you still stay on your guard as you lower your hood cape and hurried along. Under ideal circumstances, you would have a carriage for commute, but your noble yet impoverished family could only live a modest life even though your father holds the title of Count. As a result you grown to be independent, cleaned your own room, dressed yourself,  enough to become a hard-working nurse instead of a proper noble maiden.

You were unsure of your eyes when you noticed a trail of blood prints leading towards a dark alleyway. Judging by the traces, it means the person, or the thing is still nearby as they are fresh. Should you follow this? What if it is a criminal? But your care for this person’s health got the best of you. With this amount of blood loss, the wounds can be fatal if not given proper medical care. Whoever they are, you cannot just walk away and forget all about them, as it is against your conscience.

A young man dressed in fine suits is not what you expected, although you imagined that suit would look better if not soaked crimson, it seems that he has been shot by guns, the bullet wholes are the proofs. This is no good, you thought as you observe the pool of blood forming underneath him. He needs treatment right away. Although the gunshots are not on his vital parts, such as heart or brain, the blood loss from arteries would drain his life quickly.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” Crouching down, you made a close-up examination of his condition. Unconscious and pale, it seems he had dragged his way into his dark back alley with all those bullet shots. Putting some simple bandages over his wounds, you scoop his slim form up and hurried out of that place.

It feels like a long, feverish dream for Ciel, being carried as he senses the bullets still present in his flesh.

He woke up staring towards your bedroom ceiling. It is morning already, where is Sebastian? Noticing the unfamiliar scenery, Ciel quickly reaches for his right eye, relieved to feel that his eyepatch is still intact.

With a crack of the door, you walked in with a teacup in hand. “I see that you’re awake, I was expecting you to be in coma a bit longer.” Although you are a bit offended by the young man’s cold and evaluating gaze, you still put the cup of warm water on the nightstand.

Instead of taking a sip at the liquid, he asked questions. So demanding, fitting for a young noble.

“Where am I?” “The (family name) manor, do not worry, my parents would not be home until later this week.” Brining a man home while your parents are away, how scandalous, yet you know the laundry maid and the cleaning maid knows to keep their mouths shut. “I advise you to not trying to move too intensively at present, your wounds are still healing.” Pouring yourself a cup, you took a seat on the long sofa next to him. That is where you doze off last night, where the wounded man took your bed. Today is supposed to be your day off, you planned to use it to catch up on sleep, but now it is all ruined thanks to mister mystery on your bed here.

The (family name) family? Ciel vaguely recalls reading about this name before. This house of Counts used to be quite influential in the days of the Queen’s grandfather, George III, and the regency era, but now they are nothing more then minor nobles. Still, he cannot fandom how a lady like you had saved him from that bloody mess. 

Looking down to his abdomen, Ciel can see he had received medical attention from you. Now that he has been saved from the reaper’s collection, Ciel knows the best thing to do is calling for his loyal butler. However, he must find a way to repay his debts you. You did save his life, after all.

“How long was I unconscious?” “Only for a couple of hours. May I have your name, Sir?”

He knew he should hide his identity, even from you. The less people knowing that the Queen’s guard dog was almost successfully assassinated last night, the better. But as if his lips have a mind of its own, Ciel let it slip out. “Ciel.” Good thing he managed to hold the word after.

Ciel, the French word for sky. Suitable for his eye color. “Well, pleasure to meet you Sir Ciel, I am (y/n). You might have guessed I am a noble but spare me the court protocols. Right now I am nothing but a humble nurse.” Now you have a chance to look at Ciel properly, he is actually quite handsome with those delicate features. Silky blue-black hair paired with peacock blue eyes, although one of them is covered by an eyepatch. You were tempted to pry when he was still out but choose not to as it could bring horrific consequences. Noblity can be so cruel, you do not want to get dragged into their mess further.

“I thank you, for coming to my aid.” Ciel lowering his upper body forward, attempt to bow as best as he could in his current state.

“It was nothing, really. Please be careful, Sir Ciel. Your wounds are sealed, but vigorous movement can still open them up.” Your knotted brow amuses him, how can you act so nonchalantly when receiving gratitude form Lord Phantomhive himself? You are a peculiar one indeed. Brining a stranger home and patching him up, while you know nothing of his identity or intentions. How very naïve of you. Guess there no harm in trusting you for a bit. If you want him dead you could have just left him in that damp alleyway.

Taking a sip of the teacup you prepared for him, the Earl frowned at the plain taste. But he drank all of it, nonetheless. Being subjected to tea for so long, he finds water dull and it leaves a foul taste in his mouth. It would have to suffice for now. “My butler would be here soon; would you mind opening the windows?”

Baffled by this odd request, you still drew away the curtains and let the morning sunshine in the room. Seeing you bathed in sunlight had made Ciel feel a certain something. He is startled by this strange sensation, how it made him blush and lose composure. The Earl had never been very sociable person since childhood, so the only female he frequently spend time with is his fiancée Elizabeth. One could say the fairer sex is foreign territory to this man. Ciel is used to being around Elizabeth, out of duty as she is his future bride. But he never felt this warm feeling when he is with her. You might not be a beauty by popular standards, but there is just something about you that made him want to... maybe it is your caring gaze, or your easygoing attitude, Ciel is not sure which one to pick.

“Excuse me, young lady, do you mind telling me how serious my lord’s injuries are?” You jumped back, frightened by the sudden appearance of the tall man on your window ledge. This is two stories high; how did he get up here? No wonder why Ciel wants you to open the windows.

“Sebastian, you frightened her.” The young man scolded the butler, who merely bowed and apologized for the intrusion. You begin describing his bullet wounds in great detail, even showing him the aftermaths: the bullets you took out before on a plate. But you soon found yourself staring up into the butler’s gorgeous eyes, and you started stuttering. Those eyes are like swirling tornadoes, drawing you close every minute. Although Sir Ciel is already an attractive lad, his butler seems to be on whole new level.

Usually when women were swooning over Sabastian, Ciel would find it irritating but simply ignore the interaction, as it could be used to their advantage. But seeing your starring eyes fixated on the tall man in black, a bunch of...jealousy hit in in the head. You saved him; he is supposed to be the one you are looking after! Why are you so focused on that demon? Taking notes of his young master’s angry signs: how Ciel bit his underlip, Sabastian knows he had gone too far with you.

“Sabastian, carry me back home, that is an order.” He spitted out the sentance rather harshly.

You snapped out of your funny state, approving his actions: “If you must move, it is the best if someone carry you. Sir Sabastian, do you need me to call you a carriage?”

“No need, Miss. My lord and I would be on our way now, thank you for your assistance.” Within two seconds, they both disappeared from the room, as if they were never there. You shook your head, cleaning up the teacup and the messy quilts, wondering how you are supposed to return that blood-stained suit jacket that still lies in the laundry bin downstairs.

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The Earl Phantomhive is now back to his study, reading a report about you.

“May I ask you why this young lady had peaked your interests?” That smirk on Sabastian’s lips successfully irritated Ciel’s short temper. Scowling at him, he tried to explain how he only wants to properly thank you on saving his life. “I never like owning debts, but I do repay them. What is that smirk for, Sabastian? Are you teasing me?”

“Why, how could I milord. I do not have the courage to mock my master.” After giving him a warning look, Ciel returns to his paperwork, setting your files aside. But unfortunately his mind starts to wonder.

 What would it be like, to have your hands messaging his shoulder when they are sore from work? Those hands that pulled him from death not so long ago. No, no. He has to stop. Ciel Phantomhive already has a fiancée, and even though he had no romantic feelings for Elizabeth, it is not proper to just daydream about another lady in such salacious manners.

Even so, Ciel needs to make you do not face any dreadful consequences because of him. Many people want him dead; he simply cannot allow you to be affected by his foolishness. A precious person like deserves to be protected and cherished. 

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Labelling your strange encounter with Sir Ciel as a notable but past event, you carried on your daily duties per usual. Your parents did not suspect a thing as you took care of all traces of Ciel, you still work those awful full night shifts. That suit jacket is cleansed, folded neatly in your bottom drawer, as a reminder of Ciel and his handsome butler is not a fever dream.

While browsing the London news during afternoon tea, you glance at the gossip column and find how Lord Phantomhive had broke off his engagement with little lady Midford. You pay it no particular mind, as you were barely involved in high society due to your family’s declining status. Gossips such as these does not bother you a bit. You placed the newspaper back to its proper shelve, finishing the biscuits as you thought about how you should get out of this state of unease.

Maybe you are just losing your sanity from night shifts, but ever since that day Ciel appear in your life, you have this constant feel of being watched everywhere. In your bedroom, in the hospital halls or in the streets, no matter where. No matter how hard you searched, there is nobody. Even though you sense no malicious intent, it still worries you and kept you up at nights. Your parents are worried about your ever-growing dark circles, but you just brush it off as side effects of your job.

“Really, dear, you shouldn’t overwork yourself.” The Countess, also your mother said at the dinner table one night. “The household can still run without your overtime pay; you know.”

You nod silently, pretending to be having trouble dissecting the salmon filet. Working is a way to help your parents pay for the ever-expensive bills of this manor, as well as your insurance of not being sold on the marriage market by your devious uncle, who brought suitors to every family party. How he said: “Your family might not be what it used to be, but a son of a wealthy merchant can change that!” disgusts you so. Those men disgust you also. All they want is that Count title, as you are the only child, your family title would go to you.      

“You got mail, milady.” Your washer maid presents the latest postage to you. Ah, is it the pay checks?

When you held the white envelope in your hands, you could not believe your eyes; The scarlet wax seal is engraved with the crest of a dog, representing the Phantomhive family. What could the Earl possibly want with you? Although you are a nobleman’s daughter, you never acted like one and you lived a middle-class life. The only distinction being the family tree and your blood. Knowing your worth, you did not assume naively how the earl must have want your hand in marriage, even if he recently broke off his engagement. Your status of a backwater noble is too insignificant for him to notice, so why did you receive this letter?

It indicates the Lord wants you to join him for dinner tomorrow night, which made your stomach churns. Your table manners are not the best, as your parents do not care for such things. Along with the letter there is a package containing a fine black dress, its velvet material surely feels expensive. What did you do to attract such attention from the Queen’s guard dog? You simply cannot fathom why, never at once Ciel came to your mind. You initially wanted to turn down the invitation, but your father said it would reflect poorly on the family. You accepted it, not wanting to put your parents in trouble. This must be a mistake, you thought. I am not qualified to be some lady, all I wanted is to help people in the infirmary.

The dress fits you perfectly, as if it is tailored by the finest in London. A shiver climbs down your spine as you thought about how he obtained your measurements. All you have to do is smile, eat whatever, and he will get bored of you in no time, right?

No.

When you were greeted by that devilishly handsome butler again, you were so relieved. This is just Ciel inviting you to dinner, to show his gratitude! There is nothing to be concerned about.

Ciel not like himself from few weeks ago at all. You can tell that he is trying whatever strategy to make you feel comfortable, even telling you to forget about stiffy table manners if you like. Hm, how unusual, as you heard before the Earl is found of strict etiquette and protocols. But having seen him in a fragile state before, you never once suspected his true intention.

Ciel is mad. Not at just anyone, but at his loyal servant, Sebastian.

How dare he drawn your attention away, how dare he makes you giggle like a fool, how dare he make you smile like that. Doesn’t the demon know you will soon belong to his master from all those investigations? It is bad behaviour for a servant.

“Were you listening, (y/n)?” Ciel suddenly stops in the middle of a description on his company’s latest candies.

“I-I’m sorry Lord Phantomhive, it is just...” You lower your head to apologize, but he seems less then pleased.

“Sabastian, leave the room now.” “As you wish, young master.”

 After the butler backout of the dining room, leaving the two of you alone, Ciel’s expression completely changed. But you are a bit preoccupied by your dizziness. Why did your head feel so heavy all of a sudden? Have you caught a chill? Standing up from the chair, you courtesies to your host: “Thank you, Lord Phantomhive for this delicious dinner. I am feeling rather unwell, so I am afraid I must take my leave.” You almost lost your balance because of your vertigo, only caught the chair for support at the last moment.

Thin, but strong long fingers grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit down beside him. “Oh no, my dear. I think you are exactly where you need to be.”

His...dear? What can he possibly mean by that? There are certainly many other suitable noble ladies available to him, why?

However, your mind starting to become cloudy, as you can no longer form coherent thoughts. Seeing you in such hazy state, a sinister smile forms on his lips, as he pulls your body into his embrace, slowly stroking your hair as you black out. Feeling you had been forced into a dreamless sleep, Ciel knows he had succeeded, as always. To be honest with himself, Ciel did abuse your trust, by seasoning your steak a little differently, but it is your fault for being so trusting of someone you only met once. Ciel had won this game, now he would gladly take the prize to the new bedroom he so thoughtfully prepared for you. You are going to love it, including his series of plans. The title of Lady Phantomhive suits a sweet person like you impeccably.

He had thought about this long and hard, and he came to a conclusion of the best way to repay you is to offer you a position you cannot possibly refuse.  The position of Lady Phantomhive. He even upsetted Elizabeth for this! It should qualify as a decent compensation. Should you ever think it is not suitable, your parents would be a good place to start negotiating. You wouldn’t want anythnig happening to them, don’t you?

Now that Ciel understand how it is like to “love” someone romantically, he swears he is going to try his best to make you comfortable with him in this new home. Your presence would lighten the grim mood of this manor greatly. Easily swooping your unconscious body up bridal style, Ciel begin to walk up the grand staircase, towards the bedrooms. Maybe the manor could return to its former glory in the near future, with a happily married couple and their adorable little brats. He could have a family again! Doesn’t that sound just lovely?

[clanonadventures]

what if,,, serial killer y/n is friends with the evil clanons,,, and y/n is very overprotective

DEMON!BASIL:

- Please do protect him - Does not have any real sense of damger - Has almost gotten murdered by peacock for eating the sound proofing - "It feels good on my teeth :(" - Will definitely help you kill people - As long as he gets to have the heart from the person you killed, hes happy! - Almost like a puppy in a way - Give him headpats please- - Not exactly protective over you, mostly because he knows you can handle yourself - Still follows you around though - If you teach him about how humans work, he will platonically love you forever

SIREN!SQUIDDY:

- Well, she’s a siren, so better be a good swimmer - Killer!y/n and siren!squid killing duo - She lures the victims behind rocks or into the water, then you kill them together - Squid has and makes jewellery out of bones and stuff so expect her to give you a lot of those, cause she appreciate s you~ - If you’re overprotective, don’t worry, so is she! perfect friends, huh? - Will sing you to sleep with her angelic voice (siren) - Will adore any attention she gets that isn’t just for her body, since she’s used to luring middle aged creepy men into the water - All in all, if you treat her good, she’ll treat you good

BROADCAST!PEACOCK:

-Broadcast!peacock's whole thing is killing, but done in a different manner -while her friend seems to prefer hunting them down, she prefers to use her broadcast systems to brainwash them into doing what she likes -she tends to be quite hostile to everyone, so you'll probably be an equal amount of protective over each other- -she usually makes melodies for the broadcasts, but occasionally she might compose a few songs just for you -also you probably end up yelling at the other anons for making too much noise -she'll calm you down afterwards so you don't end up killing someone

SPIDER!BUG:

- Spider!Bug prefers to lie in wait for a long time and trick others into their traps and doesn't go on sprees and pursuits unlike their friend. They're happy to teach a few tricks they use, if Y/N desires some. - They don't mind the over-protectiveness of their friend since despite their venom and other such things...they are quite fragile, being a spider. It's a nice feeling to be liked enough someone would protect you too, even if it's a bit overbearing. - Bug isn't quite use to being protected, since most spiders stick it out on their own as soon as they're born, so it takes some time getting use to, which can result in some fights. - Bug is the person you call when you need to hide a body. Not like the authories gonna go into a huge spider's nest, will they? And bug will eat the bodies too so there's not a lot of evidence in bugs den. - I am so sorry if Y/N has arachnophobia and meets Spider!Bug. - Will protect you in return for protecting them. Symbiosis!

YAN!RHINESTONE:

-Not really friends with most the evil anons. -Always worries that an evil anon is gonna try to take his darling. -So that doesn't really change. -The most effort that Yan!Rhine would put in when interacting with You (or any evil anon) is trying to avoid it. -Sooooo yeaa. No friendship there.

BEAST!HIDDEN:

- Beast! Hidden is well, a beast - he doesnt need to be protected so he will protect Y/N - sometimes acts like a wolf - Beast!Hidden doesn't have friends so they don't know how this whole friendship thing works - They would help Y/N with killing - everyone who sees Beast!Hidden runs away so yea - is also very overprotective - If Y/N gets hurt he will go crazy

YAN!DUTCH:

- ‘wait killing was my thing’ - confused if she’s the yandere’s victim or the yandere - would probably help hide the body - does feel flattered hrbhbf - tags along in all kinds of killing sprees - has a weapon collection for things I’m not allowed to say :) - kind of the overprotective type too but her tough act collapses pretty fast - sobs to y/n whenever something happens that ruined her day

CANNIBAL!COKE:

-someone being protective of them is a new concept to them but they dont complain, and actually quite like the feeling -cannibal!coke often helps y/n get away with murders, eating the corpses -also sometimes they just make it easier for them, biting their victim's legs and such to keep them from running -always by y/n's side like a guard dog -naturally they are very protective of y/n as well -doesn't bite y/n despite their hunger

ASSASSIN!MINT:

-assasin!mint is a bit wary of y/n at first, but deep down, she kinda likes them -probably the only one that assasin!mint shares her mint candy with -also overprotective, but she hides it to keep up her "emotionless" thing -if y/n has any enemies that did really bad stuff to them, let's say that assasin!mint has a way to make people "disappear" -if y/n gets close enough to assasin!mint (in a platonic way), assasin!mint might tell them her past, or even drop the "emotionless" act and start showing other emotions

ENDERWALK!MASK:

- they're confused on why you would want to protect something like them - but they find it adorable - congrats they are now your parent - they give you tips on how to hide corpses and new killing forms - if you get caught they just teleport in and take you back to their house and ask what made you get caught, then give you a tip on how to get out of that situation - don't ask how they know so much - while their good counterpart doesn't approve of your "career" choice, she's surprised Enderwalk cares so much for you - Mask may just tell you how much Ender rambles for hours about how great of a friend you are, just for ender to be extremely embarrassed later - both like you loads, even if one doesn't condone what you do

[vxlkyrieee]

ignorance is bliss [part 1]

Dick Grayson x female reader

Word Count: 1864

Warnings: angst

Dick was the one who had invited you to the stupid gala. If he hadn't, you'd make plans with other friends, or perhaps just stay home. His family teased you playfully for days before the event, insisting that he would ask you on a date. Or perhaps the gala itself was a date. When he asked, "Come with me? I'll be alone otherwise," you couldn't help but to say yes, for the sake of aborting his loneliness. But it seems he isn't so lonely after all.

It wasn't even Dick that had greeted you at the door. Alfred had took your coat for you, and welcomed you with a "Good Evening, Miss (L/N). It's a pleasure to see a familiar face attend tonight." You kissed the old man's cheek as usual, and asked "Where's Dick?"

"Aah. Master Dick is currently mingling. He's with a few ladies along the bar, (Y/N)."

"Thanks Alfie." He nodded in response, closing the manor door behind you. When you spotted Richard, clad well in a dashing tux, flirting with girls and sipping a few drinks, you thought he'd maybe see you and dismiss himself from them. So when he nodded to you, waved, and turned his attention back to them, you felt like a knife had been driven through your friendship. You winced, grimaced and then headed upstairs. Moping and brooding, you leaned over the edge of the staircase. You didn't like to watch Dick and his sultry intentions, but for whatever reason, failed to tear your eyes away from his form.

There he goes off again, moving with the grace and smoothness of a lion. A lion who knows what he wants. He waltzes across the great hall of Wayne Manor, eyeing the countless beauties attending the fundraising gala for Bruce Wayne's latest philanthropic advances. His prey for tonight stands at an average height, with blue eyes and blonde hair. Of course. She's a perfectly good looking woman, with slender legs and a slim waist. Perfect enough to be the cover or centrefold of a magazine.

Dick takes a step towards her, sharp in his tuxedo, baring a charming grin like a lion would wear a predatory snarl. As soon as she sees him, she obviously swoons, her knees buckling a little at the sight of him. He hands her a flute of champagne, and she smiles. Her teeth shine white under the light of the grand chandelier, and she does nothing to even attempt to suppress the dreamy, dazed-like expression on her face. And just like that, the lion strikes. He gets his prey, and hooks his arm around her waist triumphantly. That's one more girl who'll sleep in his bed. One more heart broken. Not that she knows it yet. A strand of his dark hair falls in his eye, as he whisks her away. He has to sweep it out of his face to turn back to the woman. He smiles again, wider if even possible. The crinkles next to his eyes accentuating the victory in his catch. His teeth gleam like her's do, almost blinding.

They supposedly belong together. Both beautiful. Both perfect. Both completely unaware. 

She is blind to the fact that by tomorrow morning, her heart will be shattered amongst discarded clothes. He ceases to notice that his habits not only hurt his partner for the night, but they pain him too. It brings him pleasure only for the time being, and ebbs away in the morning, unable to feed his hopeless hunger for love. What he doesn't realise is eating his true-self away; Ignorance is a poison that kills love. Kills everything in love's way.

"(y/n)? Are you alright?" Bruce's fingers grace your arm in gentle kindness.

"Yes, yes. Just fine Mr Wayne," you reply, pasting a smile onto your face. The anxiety in Bruce's ice-blue eyes is always ever-present, so when they turn to you with worry for your well-being, you pay it no mind. He offers you his arm and smiles. "Would you like to dance with me tonight? I'm afraid my date is a no-show, and I'd like a word with you." You nod hesitantly, placing your hand on his bicep. A number of people applaud his presence on the dance floor, also nodding to you, his eldest son's close friend. The two of you begin to dance, feet moving in time with the melody of a live musical performance.

"I'm surprised Dick hasn't made a move on you yet." He speaks up suddenly, catching you off guard. "I'm sorry, what?" You crease your eyebrows and search the billionaire's face. He wears a smug smirk as he looks at you, almost pointedly, as if it were your fault that you weren't dating your best friend. "It's just, you too have been quite close for quite some time now. I would expect that he would've asked for an intimate relationship with you. A serious one."

You scoff and let out a sarcastic laugh. "Bruce, you know Dick isn't one for serious relationships. And he certainly does not have an eye for me."

"I suspected the opposite. You're a smart and kind girl. Not to mention, you are a beautiful young lady-" Dick didn't seem to think so. "-Especially tonight. I'm glad you wore the dress Alfred bought you."

"Thank you. I was contemplating on showing up in sneakers." You gesture to your stilettos, looking down at your feet. Your somewhat 'father figure' chuckles lightly. "I thought you might've," is all he says, smiling. His eyes wander up to the ceiling, squinted as if examining each and every jewel that was encrusted in his chandelier. You had broken the last chandelier not too long ago, using a handgun. It was a dangerous situation, in which Ra's Al Ghul planned on kidnapping the boys to join the league of assassins. Just seeing Bruce look up at the webwork of gems, shot a trickle of guilt through your spine, despite your apologies being forgiven already.

You spot Dick and the blonde across from you, laughing happily as they dance. They'll be dancing all night together, assumedly. Being the observant, sharp-eyed person you are, you find it effortless to collect minor details and precision in how he acts. How his nose moves ever so slightly when he talks, the tip of his nose twitching adorably with every motion of his lips forming words. How his smile gleams from ear to ear, charming and contagious. Every one of his scrupulosities was almost enchanting to you.

"Bruce, it's kind of you to think all of those things of me. Really, it is. But I just-" He cuts you off, placing a firm grip on your shoulder, as if to assure you of something. "Please, (y/n). The compliments weren't just to be polite. I think highly of you." Your heart swells at the praise you receive, and you can't help but feel a bit more confident. You hold your head a little higher, like a peacock displaying it's feathers. At least, until he adds "And I think Dick does too."

Of course, being best friends, Richard surely would have thought the best of you. But this is not where Bruce's path of conversation intended to go."No, Bruce. He doesn't see me like you think he does. He never will." You aim to clear up Bruce's clouded judgement. But just as his parents before him were, Bruce is always headstrong. Stubborn. He stands his ground. "I refuse to believe that," he muttered shaking his head. "Bruce." You almost spit out his name, as if scolding a child. It is at your tone of voice, that he finally decides to consider your honest confessions. "I don't understand. You've been with him through everything. You possess all qualities of a smart, kind-hearted, attractive young woman. You're like a daughter to me. I'd find it hard to believe that my son doesn't care deeply for you."

You offer Bruce a sad smile, as your heels still move to the rhythm of the music, in time with his own glossy shoes. "He does care, Bruce. Just not like that." Your eyes lead themselves back to where Dick stands with his new date, laughing carelessly and hysterically. Bruce follows your gaze and attempts to console you, one hand patting between your shoulder blades.

"He'll realise, (Y/N). It might take time, but he'll realise." He nods along with his own sentiment, taking your hand in sympathy. His hands are warm, but not as warm as Dick's. You furrow your brows. "Realise what, may I ask?"

"That he loves you." with that said, he is swooped away by a rather broad man in a fine tailored suit and a monocle. Bruce and the man seem to start talking business, probably about Wayne Enterprises. Dick had told you once that he would loathe to run Wayne Enterprises one day, leaving it to Bruce to pick another son as an heir to his company. You used to laugh at his sarcastic imitations of Bruce in office meetings, acting gruff and obstinate.

But those characteristics never sit well with a man like Richard John Grayson. He was the kind of guy everyone thought to be perfect. 'A Golden Boy,' Jason always called him. And a Golden Boy he certainly was. Whenever Dick strode into a room with that charming, boyish grin of his, it was as if the windows would start filtering slices of pure sunshine. The aureate rays would smooth over the aura of the room with the solace of a warm Summer breeze. His hugs felt the same; warm and comforting. Like home. Of course, being the man he was, Richard Grayson could sweep a girl off her feet in seconds. But not you. You had not been so naive to Dick's book of tricks, refusing to fall for guy who knew how to play the game all too well. You stood your ground and refused to let your mannerism reveal any inkling as to what you thought of him. Except, that was but a facade.

Your insides all but dissolved every time he walked past you. If he was the Sun, then you were Icarus. You loved him too much for your own good. Too close. If you got any closer, the wax wings of your friendship would melt into a relationship that would not mend. So the friendship would have to remain, and let him have his distance. Let your heart ache at his affection towards other girls, whilst the wings flourish. For if the wings melt, so does your heart. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't stand to feel this way, and not have him. You couldn't stand that he would walk straight past you with such ease. If only he were observant as you, he would  see just how much you ached. They say ignorance is bliss, but can it truly be, when the pain feels like this? Dick's ignorance was certainly a manifestation of ecstasy for himself. If only you were just as blind as he was.

"I wish I could ignore you, like you ignore me," you whisper under your breath, secretly hoping that somehow, Dick would hear you.

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

The catch (E.D. AU)

Summary: Being a CIA agent and getting tasked with taking down a notorious assassin, Ethan’s life gets a lot more complicated when a web of lies reveals just how clueless he’s been.

Warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos 

Ethan has a complicated life. One would say he chose his life as it is, to keep his job hidden from everyone he loves while being a part of one of the most secretive, successful CIA teams in history. That’s right! He’s an agent with a hundred percent success rate and he’s not shy about flaunting it either. It’s his pride, the ultimate proof of his superiority.

Though he loves his job, it comes with a lot of bad as well. For instance, his success rate means nothing to the world because to the world, Ethan is a businessman with a growing company that requires him to travel a lot. His family believes the lie too, let alone the world. The agency made sure of it.

Agent Doomsday is what the criminals call him. A ghost in the system, an anomaly they can’t trace, almost as if he doesn’t exist outside his job. It’s also the only name they have - to them, Ethan Dolan doesn’t exactly put the fear of death in the bones. Oh, if they only knew.

However, Ethan Dolan certainly had a nice little life outside his duties. Lucky enough to charm the dress of a very ravenous woman, Ethan was happily in love and eager to come home to her unscathed. He could always count on her lips to seal every ache, every wound and while she did ask questions before kissing it better, Ethan wasn’t a top agent for nothing, giving her a believable excuse each time.

On his way to his last briefing meeting, prepared to receive his next target, Ethan picked up his vibrating phone with a gleeful smile.

“Hey there pretty lady.” Playful and romantic as ever, his lips pursed as he awaited the sound of her voice on the other end of the call, missing her after almost a week of not seeing her. Had he not decided to speed things up, he’d still be in the field with his mind in the gutter. He had big plans for their reunion, that much he could promise.

“Handsome! Was that message real or are you teasing me senselessly without a cause?” She bit her lower lip, trying to restrain a wide smile dangerously spreading across her face, hoping her boyfriend truly intended to come home that night and she wouldn’t have to hug his pillow until his lingering scent calmed her enough to fall into a deep slumber.

“I’ll be home in time for dinner. And I plan on being a sinner.” He whispered the last bit, looking around to make sure no one heard his flirtation though he wouldn’t really mind it. His girl is gorgeous and he didn’t care what people thought about them or how he chose to talk to her after yet another successful mission that really made him horny as hell. The adrenaline rush still didn’t stop raging through his body and he was itching to release it all in bed, to have her quake under his touch and scream with every thrust. But he didn’t want her involved with the agency, so he hid his happiness as much as he could. For her safety. It was always for her. If it were up to him, he’d flaunt her just as much as his supremacy in the agency.

“I’m counting on that.” She chuckled. “I’ll make your favorite.” And that’s when he chuckled.

“Well, I’m counting on that! I just gotta get through this meeting and I’ll be home before you know it.” And while it was hard, both parties put their phones down and got to work - Y/N with cooking among other things and Ethan with the meeting where he got a chance to flaunt like a peacock.

“Agent, we have a new target prepared for you.”

“Already?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, wondering why he can’t get a damn week to spoil his girl rotten. She definitely deserves it.

“I’m afraid it’s of utmost importance. A group of assassins we’ve been investigating finally slipped up. We caught one out of 3 and we have some information.” Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Ethan tapped his chin with the tip of his index finger as he imagined this scum. An ugly, middle aged man with buck teeth and beady eyes. That’s what he saw in his mind.

“The deadliest of all, Blackbird, is stationed in our city and we need you to take this assassin down. We know an alias, but it’s up to you to track them down and get the job done before we have more dead on our hands.” Slipping the folder in front of Ethan, his boss adds:“Good luck agent.”

As the doorbell rings, Y/N was quick to run to the door, opening it with elation and she didn’t wait for Ethan to enter before throwing herself at him, her arms firmly around him as he tries to steady himself. His suit would wrinkle, but she didn’t care.

“Whoa! You really missed me, didn’t you?” A nervous chuckle escapes him as he hold her waist and picks her up gently, keeping her close, closer than he could in his dreams and imagination.

“I’d say you feel the same.” She smirked, pulling back to press her forehead against his, not rebelling when he puts her feet back on the ground but his hands remain at her sides.

A heavy sigh escapes him, his eyes closed as she opens her own, looking up at him with worry etched onto her face. “Tired?” She questions, her voice small and sweet, enveloping him in a comforting haze he could never have enough of.

“Very.” Ethan mumbles, leaning down to peck her lips lightly before walking toward the dining room, the smell of his favorite food making him hypersalivate. Glancing back at her over his shoulder, Ethan feels his heart pick up pace.

“You look beautiful and this smells…amazing.” Pulling out her chair, Ethan seats his wonderful girlfriend before sitting himself, but not before sending her a quick smile.

Clearing his throat, he dug into his food, wondering how his next mission will go for he never had more to lose than in this particular moment where everything was so perfect, his life peaceful and in harmony.

“Did something happen?” Y/N speaks up, breaking the veil of silence that befell them, unsure what to say or do ti make the weight on his shoulders just a little lighter.

“No. It’s fine. Just had a long week of missing you.” Smooth. Charming. That’s what she loves about him. He’s always been a perfect gentleman but very vague about his job. And it didn’t bother her before, but unless he had unexplained bruises or wounds he usually blamed boxing or gym training with hiw twin brother. She liked giving him the benefit of doubt, but his excuses weren’t as believable as he wanted them to be.

She wanted to try and talk to him, to get the truth for once in their relationship, but her cellphone rang and she decided to try after she has him unraveled in her bed.

“It could be work. I’ll be just a second.” Excusing herself, Y/N left Ethan alone with his thoughts - possibly the worst thing she could do to a man who is facing a dilemma of a lifetime. Questioning what’s right and what’s not, looking for meaning and clues on what he should do and to what extent had left him sick to his stomach even next to the very tasty meal Y/N prepared for him.

“You were quick.” Ethan speaks up as Y/N comes back to the table, her eyes set on her food as she remained motionless. Staring silently, her lips parted ever so slightly, Y/N wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Ethan’s attempt to spark up conversation had caused her to look up at him, her gaze fixed on him like he’s the only thing that matters in the world.

“I was thinking about how you’ll die.” She stated plainly, her voice light and sweet as ever but her yes are cold and unforgiving.

“Oh? That’s an odd thing to think about.” Ethan swallowed thickly, praying not to choke on his own spit as he stared back at the woman he loved dearly.

“Is it? You never think about death? How it will stop your heart when you least expect it? Or how that happens to other people with or without your interference? Or do you think about my death?” She all but snarled the last but, her left hand resting on the table as the right one remained under, hidden from sight.

“You know.” Ethan breaths out, his eyes widening as he took notice of her death glare and even more so of the loss of innocence she had about her.

“That you’re an agent tasked to kill me? Yeah, no shit!” She raised her voice slightly, her heart beating out her chest, trying to break the bony confines.

“And you’re an assassin tasked with killing me.” Ethan leans back, raising his left eyebrow as he smirks. “Guess we both lied.”

“Were you about to slit my throat during sex? In the bed we bought together?” She narrows her eyes at him, her lips set in a scowl as Ethan snickers.

“Seriously? I literally just found out you’re a fucking murderer and you’re accusing me of being the one that’s plotting your demise? How were you going to do it?” Y/N’s lips twitch as she glances down at the dinner Ethan half finished, smirking once he realizes what she’s insinuating.

“You wouldn’t.” He says quietly in disbelief, voice just above a whisper and her smirk grows into a smile.

“Are you sure about that? Agent Doomsday?” Quirking an eyebrow, she stood up, revealing her hidden left hand and the gun she held so tightly, as tightly as she held on for her life. One she wasn’t ready to quit just yet.

“I will allow you to go to the hospital and get your stomach pumped and I expect you not to come looking for me. That’s a one time offer. The next time I see you, you might find out why I’m the deadliest assassin of the decade.”

Slipping out the back, Y/N ran for her life, very much aware the story isn’t finished yet and Ethan wouldn’t give up until she’s two feet under. And despite her better judgement, she sent him a letter the same night before skipping town and laying low until she forms a proper plan. A letter she knew would make him want to play.

When Ethan came home with his stomach pumped for no reason because after the food went through extensive toxicology testing, it came back clean, he was pissed and heartbroken, angry and hurt. But when he found the letter, the paper scented with her perfume, he found himself in the game of a lifetime.

“Catch me if you can.”

PART 2

Tags: @beinscorpio​ @godlydolans​ @dolanstwintuesday​ @ethanhes​ @peacedolantwins​ @heyits-claire​ @dolandolll​

[lailannajacobs]

Circles

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Prompt: Costume Party: Stark is throwing a work Masquerade party and you’ve decided to go, hoping you’ll finally work up the courage to talk to a certain someone you’ve had a crush on for a while now

Warnings: fluff! 

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: My submission for @moonstruckbucky​ Halloween challenge! Although it’s not creepy in the slightest (I’m the world’s biggest scaredycat) I had a great time getting into the Halloween spirit! First time writing Steve Rogers so I’m curious to know what you guys think!! <3

“I look stupid,” You whined, staring at your reflection in distaste, “Why am I even going to this thing.”

Nat’s gaze slid away from her own reflection in the mirror to yours, “Because you’re hoping that Steve shows up so that you can finally make a move.”

She fiddled with the clasp of her earring, one of the final pieces to her costume. Leaning against her bathroom doorframe, you watched as she finished getting ready, trying - and failing - not to be so much of a Debby Downer. Normally, you weren’t against accompanying Nat to these events, but it had been a long day. All you wanted to do was go home. Instead, you had dressed up in a cliché, itchy cat costume you had found last minute in a thrift store downtown, and had shown up at Nat’s door, pairing your costumed with a forced smile.

Tony Stark had decided to throw a masquerade work party for Halloween this year and had stated in his e-mail that he hoped everyone would make an appearance. Although you had been tempted to spend the evening handing out candy at your mother’s house in the suburbs, Nat had convinced you that Captain Rogers - Steve as he had insisted you call him on multiple occasions - would be there as well and that it would be a perfect opportunity for you to stop pining over him and actually do something about your crush. Now that you were all dressed up and the party was already getting started a few blocks away, you weren’t so sure about any of it.

“We both know I’m never actually going to make a move,” You tugged on the hem of your costume, trying to make it longer than it actually was, “And even if I did, you know he never shows up to this kind of thing.”

Her lips curled into a wicked grin, “It’s not my fault you’re into a centenarian who’s too old to party.”

“When you say it like that, you make it sound like I’m into old men.” You laughed, staring at her elegant yet somehow distinctly peacock dress.

You wondered if she knew exactly how stunning she looked.

“You are into old men,” she extended her arm so you could tie the clasp on her bracelet even though you knew perfectly well she could have done it herself. Still, you were thankful it made you feel useful while you waited, “Or at least one old man in particular.”

You rolled your eyes, having trouble keeping the smirk off your lips, “Age is just a number.”

“I don’t see why you haven’t talked to him,” she paused, sifting through her makeup bag, “He’s not scary or anything.”

“Says the former assassin who’s been friends with him for years now. I’m not like you guys remember? I’m normal.” You scoffed.

The humour vanished from her face, “Anyone working for Stark isn’t normal.”

“Are you telling me that Janitor Bob has a special skill set I don’t know about?” You raised a brow, trying to get her to see your point that you weren’t in the same league as any of the Avengers, regardless of the fact that technically you all worked with Tony Stark in some form or another.

Every once in a while, you wondered how you had gotten to be friends with the infamous Black Widow. She was one of the Avengers - she had saved the world. You were one of Stark’s no-name employees in the IT department who, more often than not, worked regular 9-5 hours. Sure, every once in a while you were called in to help out on certain missions, but in general, you didn’t live in the same world as the Avengers.

The only reason you had met Nat at all had been because you had been the one to get her out of a particularly sticky situation, hacking into Hyrda’s security system and disabling their communications systems. She had found you when she had gotten back and had taken you out for drinks as a personal thank you. Since then, she had become your closest friend, but it still shocked you a little when you really thought about it.

“What I’m trying to say, (y/n), is that working in Stark’s IT department, after being hired for hacking through his security system for fun, doesn’t make you normal.” She insisted, an eyelash curler clamped tight around her lashes.

Even if you didn’t quite believe her, you shrugged, knowing you couldn’t change her mind, “Fine, so I’m not normal. But that still doesn’t make me special enough for a guy like Captain America to notice me, right? To him, I’m just the woman who fixes the problems on his laptop about once a week.”

“He’s really the biggest dork,” she repeated for probably the hundredth time since she had discovered your crush, “He doesn’t notice anyone much. He’s all about work. And like you said, this really isn’t his kind of thing.”

You stared at her incredulously, “Then why am I even going? You said he’d be there! I should just go back to my apartment and have a nice a cozy night in with a cup of tea, a soft blanket and my lap top.”

“Trust me, he’s going to be there. Maybe not for long, but he will be there.” Her lips pulled into an encouraging smile, “And you’re coming to keep me company. It’s good to feel normal every once in a while.”

You raised a brow.

“Just because we’re not normal doesn’t mean we don’t want to take the weight of the world off our shoulders for the night. That’s why Tony throws these things after all.”

“You know nothing Tony Stark does can be considered normal.”

“As close to normal as we can get,” she laughed, zipping up her bag, “And it’s not like we’d have it any other way.”

“Fine,” you groaned, pretending not to notice how gorgeous she looked as she titled her head from side to side, looking for imperfections in her makeup, “But I still look stupid.”

Nat turned all her attention on you, making you want to cower under that intense gaze, “That you do,” she amended, a wide cat-like grin spreading across her lips, “But I have something that’ll fit you much better.”

Steve combed his hair back, looked over at Bucky, and then sighed. It seemed that after all that had happened to the guy, Buck was still ten times better at the the whole social thing than he would ever be. He liked that he had managed to keep a hold of the part of himself that would always be that skinny kid from Brooklyn, he just wasn’t too sure how much help that part of him would be tonight. He’d take a bully and a fight over any one of Stark’s parties any day. How Bucky had convinced him to go tonight, Steve still couldn’t figure it out.

“It’s Halloween.” Bucky replied when Steve voiced his concerns, “You show up in a mask for an hour and then leave. No one notices you’re gone because everyone’s too busy getting drunk to pay attention to who’s behind the mask, but everyone is pretty sure they remember you being there.”

Steve looked down at his mask, almost afraid to pick it up. “Don’t you think it’s a little ironic that we’re all dressing up to go to a masquerade party?”

“I think that was the point,” Bucky shrugged on his tux jacket, “He did say he did say a ball cap and sunglasses didn’t count as a costume tonight, remember?”

“He did?” Steve unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, suddenly finding it hard to breath.

Bucky secured the mask around his face, white and silver framing blue eyes. “I’m pretty sure you were at that meeting”

“I might not have been paying attention.” Steve confessed, “I had a flight to catch right after and a mission to get to.”

“Of course you did,” Buck let out a sigh that was a cross between amusement and disappointment, “It wasn’t like you actually thought you’d be going to a party tonight. Now that you’re here though, you should work up the courage to talk to that girl from IT you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of.”

Steve fumbled and dropped the cuff links he was attempting to secure, “What? I do not.”

“Sure.” Buck’s lips spread into a knowing grin, “Whatever you say.”

Steve stared at his friend, a little mesmerized that he was getting back to normal so well. The bags under his eyes had lessened in the past months and over all he seemed happier and just a little more awake. It would never completely go away, but the fact that Buck was trying so hard made him sigh and say through gritted teeth, “One hour. That’s all.”

“That’s all I can ask from you buddy.” Bucky chuckled, “Anything more would probably kill you.”

Steve looked back down at the mask and tentatively picked it up as if it might transform and a attack him. He was kind of hoping it might. At least then he’d be more comfortable with it.

“It doesn’t feel like me.” He grumbled.

Bucky shot him a daring grin over his shoulder before walking out the door. “Well that’s the point isn’t it? It’s a costume party.”

“Stop fiddling with it.” Nat scolded, swatting your hand away from your mask.

By the time Nat had found the black dress she was looking for, had coaxed you into it, and had made it up the sky rise, the party was in full swing. Colourful costumes and intricate masks hid hundreds of party goers, while upbeat music resonated through the air and through your chest. The massive ballroom, taking up the entire 50th floor, had cobwebs hanging from the chandeliers and other Halloween decorations strewn across the room. A thin layer of smoke hung just above the ground, and although it was all a bit tacky, you supposed that was the point.

The decorations might have resembled a slightly higher budget version of your high school’s Halloween dance, but the costumes were stunning and in a league of their own. When Nat had pulled out the dress for you to wear, you had been surprised by how much you liked it. It was beautiful yet subtle, though not something you’d have ever bought yourself. The material was soft and unrestrictive, the lacy cape-like wings just apparent enough to consider the dress a costume. Complete with the thin, golden bat mask and maroon lipstick, you had liked what you had seen and had found yourself smiling for the first time that night. Maybe you would go up to Captain Rogers - Steve - and talk to him about something other than work.

Now that you were among so many other incredibly gorgeous party goers, you weren’t so sure about anything anymore.

“You look really good, trust me.” Nat continued, giving you a comforting squeeze.

You forced a smile and tried to be brave about this whole thing, “We look really good.”

“That we do,” Nat scanned the room until her eyes landed on the bar in the far corner, “Now, let’s go get a drink. Something that’s toxic green or has gummy eyeballs floating in it.”

A laugh bubbled out of you, but you were genuinely amused by her excitement. Although she was usually in a teasing mood, it was nice to see her getting excited about something so inane. It almost made you suggest organizing a board game night once a month at work to get people’s minds off of some of the horrors they’d seen, but you kept your mouth shut. They all had so many other important missions to go on, the idea felt silly in comparison.

Following, you wove through the crowd on her heels, pausing as she said hi to a few people in passing. Some were completely recognizable, the mask and costume unable to completely hide their distinct size or look, but others were as recognizable to you as strangers. Honestly though, you stayed holed up in IT so often that the odds of you having actually met them were slim to none.

“What do you want to drink?” Nat shouted over the music, gesturing to to the bartender.

You shrugged, “Whatever you’re having!”

She nodded and leaned over the bar to order. You glanced around, fiddling with your dress and knowing too well that you wouldn’t be able to hang around as Nat’s shadow all night. You’d have to mingle eventually, but you couldn’t spot any of your coworkers from IT who might have made the prospect less terrifying.

Maybe all you’d have to do was hang around for an hour and then you could call a cab home. Or maybe even walk home. It was a surprisingly warm night and you didn’t live far.

A hand on your arm snapped you out of your dreams of escape, and Nat handed you a pink drink with the gummy eyeball she had promised bobbing merrily on the surface.

She leaned in close, a sly grin on her lips, “Now, let’s go see if we can find those two, hundred-year-old dorks.”

“This whole not being able to get drunk thing is a bit of a bummer, isn’t it.” Bucky said, handing Steve his third beer of the hour.

“At least you didn’t have to find that out after having watched you die.” Steve mentioned before taking a long swig of his beer.

“Woah, that’s a little dark for a party there, buddy,” Bucky clapped him on the back, “And anyways, didn’t Thor have something that ‘wasn’t meant for mere men’?”

Steve shook his head, a smile growing. It was impossible not to find Bucky’s light-hearted mood at least a little contagious.

“He’s not hard to find. The bear over there is clearly him.”

Bucky nodded, scanning the room, “Yeah, it’s pretty obvious who’s wearing what costume.”

“Yourself included?” Steve asked.

The white suit jacket with silver lining, black dress pants and intricate wolf mask might have hidden all but piercing blue eyes, but there was no mistaking who wore the costume.

“Yeah, like mine.” He answered automatically, still searching the room.

Steve peered in the general direction Bucky was looking in but couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. If he was lucky, his friend might have sensed something amiss and they could leave the party.

“What are you looking for?”

The words seemed to snap him out of his hunt and Buck dragged his attention away from the crowd, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Steve echoed, not quite sure he believed him.

“Nothing.” Buck affirmed, “Just taking in all the costumes”

Steve let out a dissatisfied humph, figuring he’d know what Bucky was really looking for by the end of the night.

“Well don’t you boys look ravishing.”

Steve smiled, Nat’s voice a comfort among the unfamiliar faces hidden behind masks.

“Natasha,” Bucky dipped his head in greeting, a funny little smirk on his lips, “You look stunning as always. How many weapons do you have stashed in those magnificent feathers of yours?”

Her lips pulled into a wicked grin, “No less than you have tucked into that dashing suit of yours.”

“It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t.” He amended.

“We both know only one of us actually needs them though.”

“And we both know very well who that is…but maybe we should test it out on the mats tomorrow just to be sure.” Bucky answered, a goofy little grin on his lips.

Nat nodded, her lips pursued as if trying to contain a genuine smile.

Steve watched the whole interaction, something tugging at the back of his mind, telling him that he was missing something, but before he could figure it out, she turned her attention to him.

“Steve, I’m surprised you actually made it. Isn’t it past your bedtime, old man?”

An amused chuff escaped his lips, “It is, but sometimes you got to make an exception. Or so I was told.”

“I’m glad you did. There’s someone I want to introduce you to-“

“Nat, I told you, I’m good.” He interrupted.

Buck coughed and Steve shot him a look that only caused his smirk to widen.

“I’m not looking for anything,” he insisted, “Seriously.”

She searched the crowd for a second and sighed, “Fine. She ran off anyways.”

“I know you’re only going to let it go for tonight, but I appreciate it.”

The music slowed and people started pairing off. Steve watched them all, thankful for the change. Slow songs meant that it was beginning to be acceptable to leave.

“Steve, you’re not leaving now, are you?” Nat asked as he began to inch away from where they were standing.

“No, I’m just going for out for a breather.” She shot him a skeptical look she had every right to throw his way. “I’ll be back. Why don’t you dance with Bucky while I’m gone? By the time the song ends I’ll be back.”

Something flashed through Buck’s eyes and he tried to run his fingers through his hair but was stopped by the mask he clearly forgot he was wearing, shrugging instead.

Nat shrugged as well, an unfamiliar look crossing her face so quickly Steve thought he had imagined it. “What do you say soldier?”

Bucky nodded, looking like he was at a loss for words and extended his hand.

She took it, “Let’s see if you can dance better than you can fight.”

He chuckled, loosening up a little before leading her toward the rest of the dancers, never once taking his eyes off of her.

Steve figured he had just gotten permission to step out for a bit and beelined for the balcony.

You were glad for the fresh air. When Nat had begun weaving through the crowd, claiming to have spotted Steve and Bucky, you had made your escape. Even if you hadn’t actually gotten a glimpse of them, the prospect of seeing the two soldiers outside of a professional work environment terrified you to your core. You hated to admit it, but you had literally run away.

Your breathing had finally slowed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave the cool comfort of the night’s silence. You hoped Nat would stay inside and have a good time. She deserved to and you had a feeling there had been someone there she had been hoping to see, though you weren’t skilled enough to have figured out who.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was out here,” A deep voice broke the silence as if you had conjured him from your daydreams, “I’ll go back inside.”

Your whole body had gone rigid at the sound, but you blurted out, “Not that’s okay. It’s a little crowded in there but I think there’s enough room for the two of us out here.”

“If you’re sure you don’t mind…” He trailed off.

You forced yourself to turn around, knowing it was impolite and more than a little strange if you kept talking out at the skyline.

Of all the masks you had been expecting on Captain Rogers tonight, the only one you hadn’t was the one he was actually wearing. The costume he wore could only be described as one thing; the prince of darkness. He looked like a fallen angel, his inky suit blending in with the darkness around him, the intricate black mask painstaking beautiful against blue eyes. The top buttons on his shirt were undone and his pale hair a mess on the top of his head as if he had been running his hand through it all night.

You didn’t know if he had been the one to choose the costume or if someone else had, but whoever had chosen had apparently wanted to kill you by stopping your heart.

Long, confident strides led him to the balcony not far to your right and he shot you a polite smile before staring out at the city. It took everything in you to tear your gaze away from him and look out at the skyline that now paled in comparison to the sight beside you. The silence grew and you knew that the longer neither of you said anything, the less likely you’d think of something relevant to say - not that you had any more of a clue what to say now. You were about to turn away and leave him in peace, but it was as if Natasha was in your head, ordering you to stay.

You let out an annoyed sigh and glanced over at him. He seemed content with the silence and probably didn’t want to be bothered. Nat’s voice in your head told you that you were making up excuses.

“Long night?” You finally asked.

He let out an amused little huff, “You could say that…this kind of thing is not something I really do often.”

“So I’ve heard,” You shrugged a small smile on your lips, “If it makes you feel any better, it’s not really my thing either.”

He cocked his head, as if trying to figure something out, “That why you’re hiding out here?”

“You could say that,” You parroted his words, hoping he would never figure out it was him you were trying to avoid, “I seem to be much better at dealing with computers than real people.”

“If you don’t mind me saying” He cut himself off and looked back out at the skyline.

You took a step forward, more than a little curious, “What?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “If you don’t mind me saying, you definitely look the part. You don’t look like you belong anywhere else than a stunning Halloween party.”

You weren’t too sure if it was a compliment or not, but the words caused the butterflies in your stomach to take off. “Then I guess we’re both pretty good at blending in. That costume is a long way from the red, white and blue spandex.”

He chuckled, “Was it naive of me to think I could go unnoticed tonight?”

“Honestly?”

He nodded.

“Yes,” You kept your eyes locked on the horizon, “You’re a hard person to miss Captain Rogers.”

“Call me Steve.”

“Sure.” You answered, the same way you did every time he asked you to call him Steve.

The silence stretched until felt his eyes on you, and you realized he was staring.

You slowly turned your head to face him and raised a brow.

“umm, yes?” You weren’t too sure what else to say, all you knew was that you wanted to know why he was staring. You suddenly wished the mask wasn’t stopping you from reading his expression.

“(y/n)?”

You breathed out a “yes?” surprised he remembered your name.

He let out a laugh of disbelief.

“What?”

“I can’t believe it took me this long to recognize you.” Even in the dark you could feel his eyes travel from your feet to your head, actually taking you in.

You shrugged and wrapped your arms around your chest in a loose hug, “In your defence, I’m not very noticeable.”

“That’s not true.” He shook his head, taking a step closer.

You scoffed, “If it wasn’t for your reputation, I’d say you were lying Captain Rogers.”

“Steve,” His voice was a deep command that sent shivers down your spine.

“Steve” You echoed.

“Good,” The corner of his mouth curled slightly, “Can I let you in on a little secret, I.T.?”

You nodded, only able to watch as he took another small step closer, the gap between your two bodies only a couple feet.

“I figured out that computer ages ago.”

“What? Wait. What? I…” You couldn’t say anything coherent, his answer not making any sense.

“Yeah…I liked having you come up once a week.” He was so close now you could smell the spicy scent of his body wash.

“Why?” You whispered.

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Oh…yeah…of course,” Your heart fell, knowing there was no way he could have the same thing in mind that you did, “you don’t know…”

“Well…maybe I do,” He paused, plucking one of Nat’s loose feathers from your shoulder, “I just don’t know if it’s a good thing to say aloud.”

You tilted your head up to get a better look at him, to try and see past the mask. The whole conversation was confusing you, but you couldn’t step away, as if you were magnetically drawn to him, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

His lips spread a little further into something almost dangerous, “Because I don’t know what it would mean if I did.”

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to slow your pounding heart. This was it. If there was ever a time to be bold, it was now.

“Who says you have to say anything at all?”

His hand snaked its way to the back of your neck, and before closing the distance, whispered, “That’s a very good point.”

The kiss was firm but gentle, his lips moving and guiding yours. You slid your hands up his strong chest, your fingers wrapping around the lapels of his jacket and tugging him even closer. He took that as a sign to deepen the kiss, his other hand traveling to your hip, fingers pressing firmly into the material. It only made you try to get even closer, but you had to know what was going on.  

Breathless, you broke the kiss and leaned back to look into his bright eyes, “umm, right…wow, okay, umm, what? Should we go back to the party?

“How about we not.” He all but growled, pulling you back in.

[missterious-figure]

I feel like Blood and feathers moon would bring body parts as a gift like a cat bring dead animals to it's owner-

Poor y/n, having to deal with all Moon's shit...

[arigatouiris]

daughter of artemis // p.p — [05]

c h a p t e r  f i v e

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: For all those who left notes and messages, thank you so much. It means a lot to me that people read and appreciate this story, because this is so close to my heart. I’ve been harboring this in my mind for years now, and I can finally write about this. Anyway, any guesses who her father might be? xD

Also all of what’s mentioned here (prophecy and deification) are all fictional. I made it up. So, disclaimer alert~

Word count: 4943

05 // στοργή familial love

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    “How dare you?”

(y/n) looked up to see Marina slap a man across his face. Her eyes widened and she immediately stood up, wondering what happened. (y/n) had always known Marina had a short temper, as someone who came around only after the decimation. Marina was a tall woman, long black hair, face peppered with freckles, which added to her attractiveness. However, she didn’t speak to a lot of people, and (y/n) had noticed that ever since she came to the shelter, considering Marina came after (y/n), Marina only did things on her own. She cooked for everyone, but never stayed to eat with them.

    “Marina, is everything okay?” (y/n) asked.

Marina scoffed and walked away, while the man on the ground simply sighed.

    “I just asked for her number, man. I didn’t even say anything inappropriate. She could have said no, and I’d have walked away.”

Blinking, (y/n) watched as Marina headed upstairs. She’s confusing, she deducted before getting back to what she was doing.

TV reports stated that school would reopen late this year. (y/n) thought of her own schooling when this was mentioned; having been tutored at her own quarters in Olympus, none other than Athena herself. She knew her mother would have wanted her to continue, but she didn’t have any parents here or anyone to help. Apollo, someone she considered dear now since their relationship was improving, would perhaps not even be aware.

That evening, when (y/n) headed upstairs to train, Apollo stood there, with a brochure. (y/n) blinked before noticing how he waved it at her, a grin on his face. It was strange to see her uncle grinning at her, wearing loafers and a yellow tank with a smiley on it.

    “You are so weird.” She mumbled, walking over to the God of the Sun.

    “This is a brochure for this school, which I think you need to go to starting November. It’s perfect. All of these courses remind me of what Athena used to teach you—”

    “How did you know Athena would teach me?” (y/n) asked, suspiciously.

    “Uh,” Apollo gulped before saying, “Artemis told me.”

    “No, she didn’t. You spoke to Athena, didn’t you? You’re the one who told her to include Arts and—”

    “Shut up. Go to this school. End of conversation.” Apollo’s face, when turned red, was dead obvious.

(y/n) chuckled. Taking the brochure from his hand, she read the name of the school—’Midtown’. The school looked like any regular school, but apparently it was for students who were a bit smarter than average. There were a lot of college prep classes involved here. Thinking about college, and her own education, made her miss her mother more. The smile on her face died instantly, and this fall in emotion was something even Apollo noticed.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “Thinking about all this… College and studies and stuff, sure, it’s something mom would have wanted for me. I can’t deny that. But… But, this prophecy and with the way things are going, everyday is unpredictable. I can’t afford to—”

Placing both his hands on her shoulders, Apollo stared directly into his niece’s eyes.

    “Artemis would have never wanted you to use the prophecy as an excuse to skip studying. You and I both know you want this, as much as your mother would have, so please. Don’t leave this behind.”

(y/n) huffed before leaning back and closing her eyes. Apollo straightened himself and cleared his throat, “I... can be your guardian. You can move out of here, find a place to stay. People won’t be suspicious. You can have a proper life, (y/n).”

    “This form is already filled out!” Reading the name of the guardian, she scoffed, “Alec?” (y/n) asked, scrunching her eyes.

Apollo rubbed the back of his neck, “Artemis and I had human names. I called myself Alec, and she was Arianna, Aria for short.”

She inclined her head in wonder. “So, I should call you uncle Alec?”

    “Don’t call me anything. So, what do you say?” Apollo snapped.

    “I’ll go.”

When school began in November, (y/n) found it incredibly hard to speak to anyone. Having been home-schooled her entire life, it was strange; seeing so many kids her age, move and speak to each other. However, unlike what she had thought school life would be like, kids were a bit too morose regarding even attending classes.

It must be the decimation, (y/n) thought entering class on her own. Apparently, since she was a newcomer, the teacher introduced her as a foreign student, having her stand up and introduce herself.

    “My name is (y/n). I’m from Phocis, it’s a region in Central Greece. I, uh, it’s nice to meet you all.”

Her face turned red and she sat down immediately, not used to the attention that came her way. She could feel fire on her ears, and when the class murmured to themselves, it was as if they had created a wall that separated them from her. This was how it was going to be, she wouldn’t talk to a soul and finish high school and get out. However, she had her own plans; she had things to do, prophecies to fulfil. Things would get hectic for her in the future years.

As each class dragged on, (y/n) understood that this would become her routine. The grind had begun. Each morning she would wake up, do her regular morning stretches and worry about getting to school on time. The breakfast available at the shelter was always cornflakes with milk, a taste that started to feel like chewing on blocks of cement. She’d attend school, eat lunch alone, listen to things alone, read in the library, read on her way back, and continue reading at home until it was time to train and she’d flip daggers and make arrows with her hands.

She could feel herself growing, each day. Each day felt ridiculously long, and almost as if she was living a double life. However, small changes were in order. Using the influences that a God could, Apollo rented a small place for (y/n), and she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. Considering how she was still considered a minor, the house was under his human name, and that he’s the only living guardian she has, and the process was easier than otherwise.

(y/n) moved out of the shelter rather easily, considering she didn’t have too many things that she brought with her. She was teleported to New York basically wearing her mother’s clothes. Everything else was something she took from the shelter. An old woman gave (y/n) clothes that belonged to her daughter, who was around her age, and this was perhaps all she had.

The house was small, but this would do. There was a small fire escape, with a grilled balcony that let her see the sky at night. Apollo made sure everything was in place and in order when she moved in. There were a bunch of books on the table, courtesy of Apollo, which caused the girl to smile softly on sight.

One night, having stayed back in the school library for long, she was reading this novel ‘Goldfinch’ and couldn’t put it down, (y/n) walked back on her own. She sometimes heard kids talking about Spiderman having been turned to dust too, a fact that caused a tug in her heart. After that dream she had about Spiderman, things have been different whenever she thought about him. He was about to take his mask off, and she knew it was just a dream and there was no way she could link it to reality, but she wondered if she knew him. Spiderman’s voice was familiar, but she didn’t know what role he would play in her life. Maybe, she assumed, that her mind was making things up since he was the first one to help her after her arrival in New York.

She also realized that she’d never know.

As she walked, she heard footsteps behind her. (y/n) was normally more perceptive than people gave her credit for, and this was something very easy to spot. A moment later, the footsteps turned fast, but she didn’t run. Turning around, she grabbed the man by his collar and pushed him down, kicking him on his chest and keeping him there. However, before she could even react, the man’s eyes turned white—glowing white—and his mouth fell open.

Stepping back, (y/n) gasped. She looked up to see Marina walk out from the alley, and suddenly, the whole street was empty.

    “What the—?”

    “I know Apollo is helping you.” She said, her face straight, unimpressed.

(y/n)’s eyes widened. “What?”

    “Don’t be stupid, child. You sure you don’t know what’s going on?”

(y/n) observed Marina. Her hair was pushed behind her, she was wearing a long lilac colored dress, unusual for choice of clothing in the night, her eyes were dark, her skin shone, her face cold. And the peacock pendant stood out over everything else. Eyes widening slowly, (y/n) gulped before coming to a kneeling position; it was instinct.

    “Your Highness.” (y/n) said, to Goddess Hera, who was standing right in front of her.

Hera revealed her true form, her hair visible, her crown on her head, her white dress was backless but shone even in the night. Hera might look like a cocky yet beautiful woman, but she was one of the strongest goddesses in Olympus.

    “Pity I can’t kill you myself. Stupid oath your mother made us all take before you were born. We cannot hurt humans no longer.”

Perhaps, that’s because you went around killing all of Zeus’ mortal lovers, (y/n) thought in her mind but would never dare to say.

    “What brings you here, your Highness?”

    “Oh? I like watching you, is all. I was, let’s say, curious to see how a puny girl like you would dissolve Olympus.” Hera said, smirking.

Hera brushed her palms together, still continuing to watch the girl as she eased from her position. Standing up, (y/n) shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket. It was cold that night in New York. Cold and lonely.

    “I’m not going to—”

    “You’re curious about Artemis, aren’t you? Of how she died.”

She froze instantaneously. It was as if hearing her mother’s name come out of Hera’s tongue caused a chill go down her spine; it was unnatural and she didn’t like it one bit. Her eyes turned to slits as she glared at the Goddess, angry at how casual it was for her to bring up Artemis’ death.

    “I’d lower my gaze if I were you.” Came Hera’s warning.

    “You know how my mother died?”

    “Silly child,” She folded her arms as she continued, “Your mother killed herself.”

Confusion struck (y/n)’s features, which made Hera laugh out loud. Not just confusion, but a weird bit of betrayal as well. There was no way her mother could have ended her own life. What purpose would that serve? Was someone after her and she had no choice? Or did someone make her?

    “There’s no way. S-She couldn’t have—”

    “She came to me a few days before your ridiculous prophecy and tells me she needs to speak to her father. Zeus, as usual, was busy fucking some whore back in Mykonos, as he always does. So I asked her what the urgent matter was,”

(y/n) straightened her standing position, watching Hera intensely. As beautiful as she was, Hera could be easily hated for how bitter she was as a woman. And despite being the Goddess of marriage and family, she didn’t harbor love for anyone but herself or her children.

    “She says, to save the world, we’d have to dissolve Olympus! What a joke! As if I’d ever give up this throne.” Hera spat on the ground beside her.

    “What do you mean?”

    “Because your filthy mother can never be as worshipped as I am!” Hera exclaimed, furious.

(y/n)’s eyes were wide in shock. She could not believe a word that came out of Hera’s mouth. Her mother? There was no way in all of Midgard that Artemis would ever be jealous of Hera. Artemis had everything Hera didn’t, a loving family, people who revered and worshipped her out of love and not fear; and yet, Hera was here spewing nonsense. (y/n) knew well that her mother didn’t care about being a Goddess, and that she loved the mortals and wanted them to thrive.

    “Artemis was always jealous of how I had more rule over Olympus than she did. She wanted to see it gone! So she comes to me with a ridiculous story of how Earth was going into a state of pause for five years. Imagine my surprise when some part of it actually came true?”

Hera’s gaze was cold. It sent shivers down (y/n)’s spine.

    “She was feeding me such bullshit that this was all because she wanted to save you,”

It felt as if her mouth was sewn shut. Tears filled her eyes when she thought about her mother, of what she had to go through to even consider taking her own life—if at all any of this was true and could be held accountable. Looking away from Hera, (y/n) quickly wiped her tears away.

    “She knew you would bring about the dissolving of Olympus, so she came to Zeus to have it done beforehand. That idiot husband of mine listens to everything Artemis says, she knew it was possible. Everything would have worked out so well if it had gone along with what she wanted it, wouldn’t it? You two would be alive and Olympus gone. That’s what your bitch of a mother wanted.”

The anger welled inside (y/n), with nowhere to go. She could feel it eating away at her. She knew if she didn't find a way to release it, it would destroy her.

    “Artemis’ own jealousy and her foolish love for a mortal are the reasons she is dead and you are here, living like a street rat.”

It was quick, the way she moved, her hands were fisted as tightly as she could and she moved with every intention of hurting the Queen. However, a strong grip grabbed her wrist and held her back; with the realization of who it could be, tears fell down her eyes, and she held back her sobs.

    “She may have been foolish, your Grace, but I am the national divinity of Greece. People worship me more than they fear you. You might have to back down before I decide to go against you.” Apollo’s voice had never sounded so cold before.

Hera rolled her eyes a second later and let out a weird sound of disapproval.

    “Leave my niece alone. You of all Gods must know a prophecy interrupted will lead to worse repercussions in the hands of the Fates.”

Apollo pulled the girl back and held him near his chest. (y/n) was distraught, though she tried as hard as she could to not let it show. Looking at her with the corner of his eye, he turned again to Hera to see what she had to say. However, no answer or reply came his way, as Hera simply turned into Marina and walked away.

❅

Artemis didn’t care too much for prophecies. However, when a peculiar knock happened on her door one evening, revealing a worried Oracle on the other side, she knew her life was going to change; and that there would be no going back.

The prophecy that would be delivered in the great hall would be incomplete. There was a bit, which involved Artemis herself, and this would go unsaid. The words slipped out of the Oracle’s mouth rather easily, but were cold to hear nonetheless. It is not a God that sets the Fates moving, it is but a house rat. Artemis didn’t know how she had understood, but she knew that this had to be her doing.

The rest of the prophecy revealed that it would be her daughter who would dissolve Olympus. Gods were turning selfish, Greece suffered economically, and there was strict unhappiness—people were no longer turning to religion, and with the power the Gods possessed, they did nothing to better their citizens’ state of affairs. Artemis understood that it was pollution that was killing the forests and the animals that dwelled in it, but with a structure like Olympus, Gods could not do any good.

I have to tell Zeus, she thought as she ran towards Zeus’ chambers. She knew her daughter was in the temple at the moment, she could sense (y/n)’s presence. However, just as she reached Zeus’ quarters, Hera stopped her.

    “You seem like you are in a hurry, Artemis.” Hera spoke, casually.

    “I need to speak to my father—”

    “He’s not in, at the moment. What do you have to say?” She looked inquisitive.

Perhaps, this was the only mistake Artemis made in executing this. If she had waited and told Zeus herself, perhaps, things would be different.

    “The Earth is going to go on pause for five years, your Grace. Zeus has to dissolve Olympus, to save it—”

    “Do you even hear yourself? Dissolve? Artemis, I knew you were rebellious at heart, but this is far too extreme. I advise you to return to your chambers and never speak of this again.”

Artemis knew she had failed right at that second. Hera now would make sure she would never reach Zeus, a soft, bitter smile played on her lips as the thought appeared. Turning back, she recalled the entire prophecy, from scratch:

The Goddess of the Hunt is the moon of human lives; as the moon sleeps and rises, so shall Earth and so shall she. The first moon will sleep and wake as a rat that does the deed. As Artemis sleeps, her daughter will rise, the new moon she will be, with fate and the sun at her side; and when Clotho stops spinning the thread of fate, Lachesis and Atropos go into a slumber for five years;  

The slumber lasts five solid years and Gods are mere rain; It is not a God that sets the Fates moving, it is but a house rat. And once the slumber ends, then shall arise the new moon, who completes her final hunt, ending Zeus’s fate as King. All his henchman made of blood and stone will erode at her hunt, and Olympus will no longer be a land for the gods.

(y/n), she thought as she rushed to the temple. (y/n) is the key. Perhaps, Artemis knew what she had to do was no easy task, but the faith she had in her daughter was substantial. If dissolution meant murder, then so be it. One of the things Artemis was best at was the fact that she never sided with her daughter just because of their blood relation. She knew (y/n) was a fast learner, agile and quick on her feet, strong in her hands and mind; her skills would sharpen, and the prophecy states that the sun would be on her side.

On reaching the temple, she saw her daughter reading a book, which was a souvenir from Apollo. Artemis knew his conflict. She had asked him to keep the father’s identity a secret, even from (y/n) herself, for learning who it was would be easy if the information came from a mortal. Apollo wasn’t comfortable with (y/n), but never hated her.

She is far too much like me for him to hate, Artemis thought with a smile.

Approaching her daughter, with the dagger in hand, Artemis knew she had to roll the dice now. (y/n) turned to her mother and smiled, confused slightly with the speed Artemis was approaching her with.

    “(y/n),” She spoke, handing the girl the dagger, earning a mixed reaction, “Tell no one I gave you that dagger.”

    “Okay. But, what is this for?”

    “One day, you may have to use this. For a hunt.” Artemis grinned, knowingly.

    “But, I don’t know how to use a dagger—”

    “Shh, my fawn. You will learn.”

Kissing the girl on her forehead, Artemis held tightly to her daughter. Never had she realized how much she could love a soul as much as she loved (y/n). Their hearts were one. Pepper, I hope she finds you first, Artemis thought before pulling away.

    “Head back to your chambers now. I’ll come there later.” Even though there was a lie, Artemis went along with it.

    “The prophecy is today, right?”

    “Yes. Go now. Don’t let anyone see you with that dagger. Not even Apollo.”

(y/n) was slightly scared, but nodded. Her mother always had reason to do things. Once (y/n) was out of the temple, and on her way back to Olympus, Artemis knew it was time. Slowly, she began to sing; she sang a song of sorrow and one that marked everything she could feel, as tears spilled down her cheeks. She summoned a stag to appear in front of the temple, one of her biggest symbols.

Smiling down at the stag, she whispered sweet nothings to herself, and prayed to protect a certain man in America, and a certain woman who would be with him. Pressing her forehead to the stag’s, Artemis shut her eyes for the last time, before turning into dust. This dust was not dark, but gold—soft in texture, and breathed warmth around where it spread.

Artemis had not died, but was in the queue to be reborn.

❅

Pushing Apollo aside, (y/n) brushed past him in anger. Tears spilled down her eyes and her chest ached with the newfound knowledge she had learned from none other than Hera. (y/n) believed she knew enough, but she knew nothing even close to the truth. Artemis had made sure this remained, but Hera’s explanation made (y/n) believe this was all that there was.

Apollo followed quickly behind her, holding her hand and making her stop. Letting out sobs, the God held his niece in an awkward hug, letting her cry. He knew he had to cry as well, since these facts were about his sister, but there was more to it than that.

One thing he knew about his sister was that she would never do something without a reasonable explanation. Hera’s story lacked just that.

    “Do not listen to Hera, (y/n). She runs on envy. She can’t be trusted—”

    “I know!” Apollo was taken aback, and considering that they were in the middle of the footpath, people might think differently. He silently ushered her away from the area, holding her hand the whole time, rubbing small circles on the back of her palm.

    “Let’s go back to the house. Let’s talk there. Please.” Apollo had never pleaded before, his ego had always gotten in the way.

    “I know not to trust her. I know not to trust her and her snake tongue. I know!” (y/n) cried, just as Apollo led her inside the house.

Snapping his fingers, he turned on the light, being the God of light himself, and watched as she collapsed on the ground. Letting out a sigh, for the first time in perhaps a long while, Apollo did not know what to do.

When someone is sad, you hold them, he heard Artemis’ voice out of nowhere, causing his eyes to widen. Moving almost hesitantly, the God wrapped his hands around his little niece, provoking her to cry some more. He didn’t understand if this would help, but for some strange reason, holding her at that moment felt right. Sitting beside her, he held her, listened to her cries, matched his breathing with hers. She was so little, it broke his heart.

    “Artemis is no jealous woman. You know this better than anyone else.” His voice was low.

    “I know.”

    “Don’t listen to the Queen. She is poison. This is how she made sure Hercules died, and never became a God. This is how she does most things. This is how she is.”

    “I know.”

And then there was silence. Apollo looked up to the ceiling and let out a shaky breath. He missed his sister, for he knew she knew best what to do in these situations. She was always more feisty, more independent. Apollo never admitted to anyone but he admired her the most, more than anyone he had ever met—and only she had seen through every face he ever put up.

    “Mom knew about the prophecy,” Apollo turned to his niece and listened, “Mom knew that I would be the one rising as the new moon or whatever rubbish. She knew I was to dethrone Zeus. She wanted to stop that.”

After crying, a child’s voice turns hoarse. It is unusual, and for someone filled with parental love for the child, it sounds like the worst thing you could possibly hear. Apollo understand that small aspect of parenthood at that moment.

His grip on her tightened just a tad bit as he continued, “Because she loved you.”

    “I will kill him,” Came her reply, shocking him. “He tried to have me killed. He tried to kill me without even considering the prophecy.”

Or the fact that you’re his granddaughter, Apollo thought bitterly.

    “I’ll kill them all. Hera, Zeus, his henchmen. All of them. Others who don’t step down too. I’ll die trying. I’ll become a God and turn their lives around. I’ll make the prophecy happen. It was my mother’s last wish, I’ll make it happen.” She cried, clutching her uncle’s hands as if her life depended on it.

Despite how much Apollo hated where this was going, he knew he could do nothing to change it. Blinking away fresh tears, Apollo pressed his nose to the side of his niece’s head, breathing into her. As Artemis sleeps, her daughter will rise, the new moon she will be, with fate and the sun at her side, he recalled that line of the prophecy before shutting his eyes. There is anger in him he cannot show, he cannot risk this anger being a God himself.

    “I won’t stop you, (y/n). I’m with you. Now and till the end.”

❅

A few weeks before her first day of Senior year, (y/n) finished reading the book The Catcher in the Rye. She had heard it was a classic, and even in school as they taught other books, she had never gotten around to reading it. Having read it at last (and not having understood a few more things about the book, and considering how difficult it was to read it), she felt at ease, and allowed herself to read any other book, which may relatively be easier to grasp.

As an 18-year old, all she ever wanted to do was read. And train. And wait for the Fates to begin moving again.

She occasionally met her uncle on random days in between months, when it was easy for him to take a break as a God. He would tell her about new things she could practice, and suggest new books for her to read. In fact, it was his copy of The Catcher in the Rye that she was reading. She hadn’t heard from Natasha, however, and missed the red haired woman’s company. Natasha was a good companion, and there were so many things (y/n) wanted to tell her, now that she was confident.

But patience didn’t suit (y/n) well. Waiting for a plan to happen, waiting for five years for the Fates to wake up, sometimes made her forget Hera’s threat, and her anger with Olympus. That day was a Sunday, and it had been three days since she had trained last. She spent those three days reading books, even though she thought it was time well spent. Getting up from her spot, she decided some coffee could relax her mind, and grabbed her coat before heading out.

She felt stronger in mind and body, however, with these five years. Her hair had grown out, her features changed, her personality changed. She was far more confident now, she felt cautious but aware. There were people who wondered about her, labeled her the curious Greek girl who always had her nose buried in one book after another. And if it wasn’t books, it was music. She was always to herself, but whenever she conversed, she knew people around her wanted more.

This was a trait Artemis had. People loved her everywhere she went, and (y/n) could see what being related to Artemis felt like.

As she walked to the coffee shop, something felt strange. It felt as if people around her were unusually happy, and double in number. People were hugging and crying, and as (y/n)’s footsteps paused, she turned around and noticed there were more people than any other day. Her heart raced instantly, and her legs carried her to the coffee shop, which was closed. Her hand shot up to her mouth as she realized that it had been five years—five years as the prophecy had demanded.

Only one thing could bring her the clarity she needed; rushing to the shelter, where May Parker was five years ago, (y/n) paused on the entrance and saw May Parker herself, sobbing, looking dazed and people gathering around her.

Slowly walking inside, there was a TV on blast. Apprehension swallowed her whole as her eyes darted from one channel to the next. News anchors saying people were back after being gone for five years.

Her face stiffened. Time was moving again.

❅

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[5hining-aus]

Royal Assassin AU (Key X Reader)(Part 2)

So, starting tomorrow (Sept. 20) I’m going to be away for a few days and since I’m not sure if I’ll have time to post, I wanted to get this (along with a few other fics) out before I left. Let me know what you think!

Part 1 can be found HERE

“He got in through a window?”

“Yes.”

“A library window, on the third floor of the castle?”

“Yes, he got out the same way as well.”

“And he managed to vanish without a trace?”

“Both the Castle Guards and the City Guards were on alert and scoured the whole city as well as the surrounding areas, no trace of him.”

“Until he surprised you in your chambers a week later.”

“Precisely. Before that, I had sincerely begun to believe that I had imagined the whole thing.”

Minho shook his head in disbelief.

“How in Ysra’s name could he have gotten past all the guards?”

“He mentioned that it was one of my “noble friends” who had hired him. Perhaps it was someone from within the castle, or someone who is here often enough to tell him how to get in undetected.”

“Can you think of anyone, anyone at all, who could have a motive?”

You sighed and slouched back on the stone bench, utterly exhausted by the constant need to look over your shoulder.

“Yes, many people in fact, and that’s why I can only trust you, Jinki, Jonghyun, and Taemin right now.”

“Well, at any rate, I’m glad I’m not a suspect.”

You let out a slight chuckle at Minho’s statement.

“Or are you? Perhaps I lied just now so you would be oblivious to the fact that you are my prime suspect and that I called you here to keep an eye on you.”

Minho looked absolutely scandalized.

“You have caught me, Your Majesty. ‘Twas I that sent the assassin. Take me away,” Minho “confessed” dramatically, getting up from his seat and kneeling before you, head bowed and wrists pressed together as if waiting for them to be tied.

Despite rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but laugh at your friend’s antics. Though, your laughter eventually morphed into a small, fond smile.

“I’m glad you came, I need all the people I can trust right now.”

“Well, I can hardly refuse a royal order now, can I?”

That comment earned Minho an elbow to the side and some more laughter. You knew what he was doing. It was obvious that he was trying everything he could think of in an effort to boost your mood and distract you from the thought that somebody within your own court may have very well been trying to harm you.

“You and I both know that it was a royal request at the most. And that is beside the point, Oplia isn’t a tiny kingdom, and Northcall to Silverbrook isn’t a quick journey, yet you were here less than two weeks after I wrote to you.”

Minho smiled softly at you.

“Well, you and I both know you would do the same for me.”

“Hmm, would I?”

It was your turn to receive an elbowing though, once again, it was impossible for you and your friend to contain your laughter.

“Speaking of journeys,” Minho began, managing to regain a sliver of composure. “Any word from Taemin?”

“No, not exactly, but I received a bird from his brother recently.”

“And?”

“Apparently, upon reading my letter, Taemin ran out of the keep shouting for somebody to prepare his horse. He should be arriving any day now.”

Minho let out a very undignified snort.

“That does sound like him. Ten gold pieces says he’ll make some sort of astonishing scene upon arrival.”

You scoffed a bit at Minho’s proposal.

“Why don’t I just give you the gold? That would be much faster. We both know how fond he is of grand entrances.”

Cue more laughter from Minho.

“I suppose you’re right. What was it last time? At your coronation ball?”

“Peacocks. It was peacocks. One of them attacked Jonghyun if I remember correctly.”

This time, Minho tried to hide his laughter, but he failed miserably.

“The Captain of the Royal Guard, Sir Jonghyun Kim himself, was attacked by a peacock?”

You nodded your head slowly.

“Yes, yes he was. It pecked quite a few holes in him.”

“Why didn’t he just...fight back?”

“Well he didn’t want to hurt the peacock.”

That was it for Minho. The little bit of composure he had managed to regain was gone once more and he was fighting to keep himself upright. You didn’t quite understand why, but apparently the mental image of Jonghyun refusing to battle a peacock was utterly hilarious to him.

“Your Majesty?”

You glanced over to see your Hand, Jinki, standing across from you, a mild look of concern and confusion quickly appearing on his face as his eyes darted over to Minho’s hysterical form.

“Yes Jinki, what is it?”

“Lord Taemin Lee has arrived from Whitglen,” pausing for a moment, Jinki leaned down to whisper to you. “Is he alright?” He asked, gesturing towards Minho.

You waved your hand as if to tell Jinki not to worry about Minho, that he was fine.

“And his arrival was…?”

A slight grin broke out on your Hand’s face.

“A bit frantic, but otherwise anticlimactic. Truthfully, I expected more.”

You let out a small sigh and rested your head on your hand.

“Pity, so did I. I could have been ten gold pieces richer had I known he wasn’t going to make a dramatic entrance,” you stood up, ready to go greet your friend. “Is that all?”

“No, your Grace. Lord Park, Lord Dawler, Lady Jung, Lady Abonas, and both Lord Kims have arrived for tomorrow’s Landsmeet as well.”

Another, slightly longer sigh left your lips, turning into a groan about halfway through.

“I am going to be eaten alive tomorrow.”

“Think positively, Y/N.” Jinki gave you a gentle smile, using your given name in an attempt to relax you.

“I am positively going to be eaten alive tomorrow.”

“Aye, that’s the spirit! Now, shall we go greet them?” He inquired, holding out an arm.

You took his arm and, after letting loose one more sigh, plastered a beaming smile on your face.

“Let's get this over with.”

[imagine-loki]

Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 57/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T (so far)

NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

Loki pulled you into a kiss, expressing his gratitude for the wonderful new weapon.  His hand cupped your neck as his other arm held you to him and he kissed you deeply.  “Thank you, my darling,” he told you when he broke the kiss so you could catch your breath.  The fact that you didn’t need to breath was not withstanding on needing to catch it.  That was how good of a kisser he was.

“So, boyfriend, what did sestrichka give you?  She wouldn’t tell us about the surprise she was making you,” Nat asked from the doorway of the training room you were in.  

Loki smiled brightly and showed off the dagger and all of its features to her.  She looked extremely impressed by the weapon you’d made.  She also made sure to compliment Loki on his skills.  He was obviously showing off and the peacock lived for praise.  He preened under her praise and gave her an elegant bow after his demonstration.

Nat insisted that you had to go to dinner, so the three of you headed back upstairs to eat with the others.  After dinner, she gave you a shield uniform to wear for the mission, so you would blend in with the other agents around.  

“You’ll be fine, kid,” Clint reassured you after you were dressed and your dimensional pocket full of supplies from the lab and medbay.  “And if anything does happen, boyfriend will send you home,” he reminded you.  Loki nodded his agreement, but you could see the concern and worry in his expression.  He was still wary about what might happen on this mission.  You didn’t blame him. You were concerned too. 

You took the jet to the location for the mission and held on tightly to Loki’s hand the entire trip there.  Loki held yours just as tightly.  The jet landed outside of the Hydra facility. “Bucky, Romanoff, you’re with Y/N and Loki.  The rest of us will draw Hydra’s attention out here while you work.  Be careful, all of you,” Cap told you firmly before he’d let you head inside.  

Nat and Bucky let the way inside.  They knew Hydra facilities better than anyone else.  Loki stayed close to your side while Nat and Bucky cleared the way, though you kept them within eyesight.  Loki held his new dagger as you went, but let Nat and Bucky take the lead.  They simply knocked the Hydra agents out instead of leaving the walls coated in blood. The alarm was blaring as you made your way through the corridors of the Hydra building.  You were glad Bucky was with your group.  He knew the way better than anyone. You didn’t want to get lost and you definitely didn’t want to get separated. Your group was safer together than apart.

You finally made your way to the server room.  Nat and Bucky took out the techs before they could wipe the system.  The two fought together surprisingly well and you remembered that Bucky had helped trained Nat back in her red room days.  Of course they fought nearly identically at times.  

Once the room was clear, you rushed in to the main computer and plugged in your equipment from the lab.  You and Jarvis worked quickly while Nat, Bucky, and Loki stood guard.  Your attention was completely on your task.  The system was complicated enough that it was taking yourundivided attention to crack it.  That was saying something.  

But no software stood a chance against your big brain. It would just take some time. 

Unfortunately, time wasn’t on your side as a group of Hydra agents came into the room while you were working and opened fire on your group.  Nat and Bucky returned fire while you kept working, even as more and more agents joined in the fray. 

You cried out in pain when one of the bullets went astray and grazed your arm.  It wasn’t bad enough to make you stop working, especially when you were so close to being done.  And even more especially when you were a vampire and it didn’t do that much damage to you.  

“Done!” You announced to the other once you had gotten all the data and blown up the system for good measure.  You had disconnected and vanished all your equipment.  

“Loki, get her out of here!” Nat snarled as she was focused on shooting the people shooting you. You had ducked behind the desk once you fully realized you were being shot at.  You’d been too distracted by your work to truly notice.  You and Stark both had the tendency of getting so involved with your work that you forgot everything else around you.  Loki backed from the agent he had just slaughtered and rushed to you.  He wrapped an arm around you and teleported you back to the jet. 

Loki looked over you and started fretting over your bleeding arm the second you reappeared back in the jet.  “I’m ok,” you tried to reassure him through gritted teeth.  Now that you knew you were injured, it hurt like hell.  Loki didn’t look convinced and started trying to heal you, though he didn’t have much of a gift of healing. 

“Lokes, I heal fast and we both know a little graze isn’t the worst thing I’ve been through,” you told him as you looked over the wound “Hell, it’s barely bleeding.  It’s burned more than anything.”  You gestured at the first aid kit and it floated over.  Loki started to splutter a protest until you gave him a firm look. “Had I not been killed, I would have been a fully qualified Midgardian healer by now,” you reminded him that you had been studying to be a doctor.  Loki wisely decided not to argue with you. You bandaged the wound quickly.  “I’m fine, Lokes,” you reassured him again once the wound was bandaged. Loki still seemed concerned.  He hated seeing you be injured, but he let it be, for now. 

 “Do you need to go help the others?” you asked him.  You were concerned that they weren’t back yet.  Everyone was supposed to retreat once you were done with your piece of the mission.  You saw his hesitation.  He should go help the others, but he didn’t want to leave you alone.  “One of these days, you’re going to have to teach me how to teleport myself home,” you grumbled at him, sensing his dilemma.  

Loki smirked.  “That sounds like an excellent idea, indeed. Expect that lesson in the near future, my darling,”

You smirked in reply. “ In the meantime, wanna give me a lift home so you can go bail our friends out with a clear conscience?”

Loki nodded and waved his hand, teleporting you back to the tower.  He went back to help the team clear out the last few Hydra agents once he knew that you were safe in the tower. 

You used magic to change into real clothes and waited for the team in the common room, spying on them through Jarvis.  There weren’t many Hydra agents left by the time Loki got back, but he had the entire team, including a very pissed off Nat demanding where you were.  Loki reassured them that you were safe at the tower as he took down the agents one by one.  It only took a matter of minutes. 

It wasn’t long before they could return back to the tower.  You waited anxiously for them to fly back.  When they all came into the common room you ran over and hugged Loki tightly, glad he was back to you safely. Loki hugged you just as tightly.  “I’m alright, kitten. Your gift worked marvelously against those pesky agents,” he reassured you and stroked your hair.  

You leaned up and kissed him softly.  “I’m glad,” you told him softly, relieved that he was ok. 

“Hey, kid, the rest of us could use some stitching up,” Clint reminded you that your boyfriend wasn’t the only one on the team.  You sighed and gave Clint a look.  Loki chuckled and gave you a little nudge to go help the others while he took a seat on the couch to wait for you.  

“Clint, how do you always get shot?” you whined as you got to work fixing him up.  Most of the others just needed bandaging at the worst and it wasn’t long before you could return to your Loki.  

Loki grinned and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling his legs and he pulled you into a deep kiss.  “Get a room!” Thor growled as you wound you fingers in Loki’s hair. Loki flipped off his brother and continued kissing you.  

“Oi, sestrichka, did you ever show boyfriend the surprise in that pink bag from the shopping trip?” Nat asked too innocently, teasing you.  You flipped her off without your lips parting from Loki’s. 

However Loki was intrigued.   Damn it, Nat.  “What little surprise, kitten?” he asked, his eyebrow raised curiously.  He looked so adorable when he was curious about something.  

“No surprise,” you told him quickly.  “Nat’s just being an ass,” you looked over your shoulder to glare at her while she laughed. 

“Uh-huh,” Nat replied dryly.  “And that’s why that bag and its contents are hiding in the back of your closet…” she said sarcastically. 

“Lady Natasha, what is this surprise you keep mentioning?” Loki asked.  Cheater was going around you to get the answer he wanted.  Damn Trickster and double-damn assassin.

“We bought some items while shopping that your little vampire is too embarrassed to show you. or admit we bought,” Nat teased, which just sparked Loki’s curiosity even more.  You saw it in his eyes. 

“I should never have let you drag me into that store,” you grumbled, glaring at Nat.  When Nat looked like she was going to make another stupid comment to further incite Loki’s curiosity, you grabbed one of Loki’s many, many hidden blades and threw it at her across the room. 

Loki vanished the blade as soon as it left your hand.  “Well, that wasn’t very nice, darling,” he teased you. 

“Neither is Nat teasing that she made me buy nice undergarments,” you grumbled in reply, feeling yourself turn red.  

Loki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, then his expression morphed into a seductive smirk.  “Did you now?” he purred, making you turn even more red while you wondered what he was going to do with that information. 

“See? I told  you boyfriend would agree with me that you need nice things,” Nat teased, which just made you turn impossibly more red.  

“You’re as red as tomato, love,” Loki teased while you huffed at all of the teasing.  He pulled you closer, seeming to have mercy on you. “Why don’t we go see what is in that lovely pink bag, hmm?” he purred in your ear.  You were still red, but nodded your agreement.  That settled, he teleported both of you up to your bedroom to do just that.

[ace-and-spade]

Can The Adults In The Room Please Contribute? || Meifen || Trial 6.2 || RE: Akito, Alma, Alastair ATN: Everyone, and Crawford

Meifen had seemed to be holding a roll of papers in her hand since she had walked in, but when Akito began to speak she had started to unfurl them. She let Alma go again but just as she was about to respond, Alastair started his gloating and self-praise.

If there's a glance spared to the mouse, she's very visibly rolling her eyes towards the end.

She folds back up the papers momentarily and gives the Negotiator the most legitimately unimpressed stare of the century. Her eyes almost seemed to glaze over as he carried on like a trashy peacock and she doesn't look willing to oblige the request.

"...No."

That's surprisingly blunt coming from her.

"I owe you a-absolutely nothing Crawford. None of us do, really. You have an obligation t' help us."

Meifen crosses her arms as the fatigue only continues to grow in her expression. This place just made her tired on principle, but Alastair just had a special way of bringing out the deadpan the Speedrunner possessed behind that meekness she once held.

"I-I'm happy t' admit I was wrong about Blanche n-not being involved, b-because I probably was at this point. I-It's okay t' be wrong in your opinion so long as you're willing t' change, I think. But, w-what I told you when we talked in private still stands."

The girl motions vaguely with her papers to where the CEO once stood.

"P-People are not your chess pieces a-and you have terrible game theory. Again, i-if you were so positive that she w-was involved you should have just killed her. C-Clearly they were willing t' let her die a-and you taking Fujiwara's life w-was unnecessary. Y-You don't deserve t' stand here over her, a-and that's just fact. Your issue was with Blanche, n-not Wisteria."

Meifen takes a deep breath and lacks any real annoyance in her tone. If Alastair wanted to be cocky, she was just going to meet it with a matter-of-factness of her own.

"Listen, I-I won't claim I'm 100% right a-about anything. I'm j-just a normal person compared t' a-a lot've people who were here. But," She acknowledges the Negotiator with an unimpressed stare once again, "I-I'm willing t' change my mind about my opinions w-with proper evidence. I-I'm also not giving my friends the benefit of the doubt i-if there's hard evidence pointing t' them otherwise. But right now? I-I haven't been given any other reason t' suspect them yet... E-Even if I have a wild guess as t' who you're about t' accuse."

She adjusts her frames with a sigh. Meifen really just doesn't have the energy anymore.

"If you're going t' hide information, l-like you did with Blanche before trial, t-then literally don't bother contributing right now? I-I've done enough grovelling t' save myself, I-I'm not doing it anymore - e-especially not t' an unapologetic murderer and blackmailer. R-Remember that you g-got t' sit safe while we all fought for our lives. I said I could make peace with you, I-I never said I like you or owe you anything past working together. D-Don't give yourself too much credit. 5 people still died a-after you did what you did. S-So either contribute evidence t-that could point us in a better direction, or s-shut up Alastair Crawford."

And that's the tea on that! While the ending phrase of what he said did slightly raise an eyebrow, for now she just wanted to focus on one thing at a time. She wanted to talk about something more concrete, even for a moment.

So with that out of the way, because admittedly she has found her own pride, the mouse turns to look at the rest of the class and finally begins unrolling the papers she has.

"A-Anyway, uh... Akito-kun mentioned it and a-a few of you also said it so... I-I'm pretty sure the outside world i-is missing us, t-they just can't find us. A-At least, if these tabloids a-are t' be believed...?"

While having a bit of difficulty due to her stature, the Speedrunner holds up some newspapers she had acquired. Their titles read [“We are doing everything in our power”: Hope’s Peak continues to deflect.] and [Mysterious deaths remain unsolved: the tragedy of Fujiwara Destinations].

"I-I found these in the lobby. They have notes in red ink on them from 'The Builder' and 'The Architect', b-but I'll summarize the articles first."

Once everyone has a chance to see the headlines, she begins scanning them over while she speaks.

"F-First one talks about how w-we all disappeared on our holiday trip t' the Crescent Moon Hotel two months ago. T-The academy hasn't been releasing updates on our progress a-and the writer has a conspiracy theory a-about how the academy could be behind it for anything between b-brainwashing us t' serve a new world order, rehabilitation a-after something awful, a-and kidnapping us for some messed up broadcast... a-also mentions ideas about a robot, or alien, uprising?"

Meifen shakes her head, switching to the next article.

"S-Second article talks about t-the unexpected deaths of Minoru Fujiwara a-and a 'Mr.Ando' ..." Her expression falls slightly and she has to avert her eyes from the rest. "...Police are investigating the mysterious deaths. W-We know that they were assassinated, b-but it's caused a really big mess outside it seems. They also mentioned Wisteria a-and how she's still missing... S-So, uhm, yeah."

Laying the papers side be side on her podium, she goes quiet recomposing herself for a few moments before continuing.

"A-Anyway, there's two notes that I mentioned. T-The first one I talked about had the note: [At least one person is getting closer to seeing the truth, even if they’re a bit off. - Architect]."

She flips to the second article again.

"S-Second one reads: [Sucks that it had to be her family we made an example out of, but it was necessary. - Builder]"

After that lengthy explanation, Meifen looks back up to the class with a frown.

"T-These were definitely planted so I dunno how reliable the first one is, b-but it said that the writer of the first article was getting closer but was a 'bit off'. D-Daichi's family were researchers, w-which would fit into a lot've these ideas. But, i-if Crawford decides t' grow up," he earns another poignant look, "W-We might wanna see if we can connect anything in that article back t' any of us still living."

The Speedrunner examines the second one again, sighing.

"I-I feel like them publishing this article about Fujiwara-san i-is a bit weird too, but they're also a really well known family... I-If the academy's really covering this up, w-why hurt people who could be such powerful allies? L-Like... i-if they're looking for her, couldn't they manipulate them into supporting them while looking for us? I dunno... What do you guys think?"