#before he ran away from the orphanage and lived on the streets and realized no god was going to save him or protect him

[storytellering]

"I didn't get these scars falling over in church."

[vikkirosko]

can I request dad! Angel Dust reuniting with his adopted daughter in hell after being apart for years due to his death from a drug overdose basically Angel adopted the reader when she was a baby and secretly raised her far away from his gangster activities as well as from his family including his father and unfortunately Angel died when the reader was still a child that is until during one of his errands from Val, the reader attempts to pickpockets Angel's wallet and gets caught and tries to make run away from him before he eventually catches them when he recognized it was you his adopted daughter who he thought was never going to see again and sees your not a child anymore although maybe slightly older when he last saw you when he was alive, at the hotel Angel ask the reader how did they died and died young as well, reader was hesitant to tell what happened but explain that after Angel died from a drug overdose, the reader was soon brought into an orphanage and forced to fend for herself soon later becoming a thief to survive off the streets but during one of those theft, the reader ends up getting caught and was running from the police that is until they were shot from behind and fell down and dying at 16 and after arriving in hell, she continued to steal and pickpocket to survive while avoiding ruthful sinners as well as the yearly extermination and she didn't thought she would see her dad again while breaking down and Angel making a promise to be there for his daughter again

🕷 Angel Dust x teen fem!Reader platonic headcanons Adopted daughter 💖

There wasn't much good in Angel's life. He had a sister he loved, and then you came into his life. You were the child he adopted, a little girl left without a family. He raised you alone, without even telling his sister that he had become a father. He kept you as far away from crime and from his blood family as possible, realizing that his father and older brother could have a very bad influence on you. He hoped that you would have a happy future, but he couldn't see it, dying of a drug overdose when you were still a child

He didn't know what happened to you after his death, but Angel sincerely hoped that you wouldn't end up in Hell, just like him. Years have passed since his death and he has gained some fame in Hell. He would have continued to think so if, after completing an errand for Valentino, someone had not tried to steal his wallet. Angel felt it perfectly and grabbed the pickpocket by the hand, intending to take out his irritation on him, but he froze as soon as he saw the thief. He saw a teenage girl. He could have bet anything that that teenager was you. When he called your name in an uncertain voice, he saw your reaction and was convinced that it really was you

It only took you a few seconds to recognize the sinner in front of you as your father. You were both ready to cry, but you were outside and couldn't draw attention to yourself. Angel took you to the hotel and before Charlie saw you, he went to his room. It was only there that he asked you how it happened that you ended up in Hell. You finally cried and told him that you were sent to an orphanage shortly after his death. You didn't live there very long, because no one took care of the children there and you ran away from there. You started becoming a thief. It was what you did to survive, but your life didn't last long. You were only sixteen when you died because you were shot in the back while escaping from the police. Once in Hell, you started stealing again, doing what you knew best, as well as hiding from anyone who could harm you

Tears tired you out and you fell asleep in his room, and Angel went to Charlie to ask her for a little favor. He told her about what happened and about you. He wanted to ask if you could stay at the hotel, but Charlie started crying and through her tears told him that of course you could stay at the hotel. She was so touched by the story that Angel told, and she couldn't let father and daughter be separated again

The hotel has become a new home for you. Angel didn't tell you about what was going on in his life and that he had an agreement with Valentino. However, Angel now had a reason to fight. He intended to protect you no matter what. You were one of the most precious people in his life and Angel wasn't going to let anyone hurt you, even if he had to confront Valentino

[lexkent]

Why Lionel Luthor is the True Villain of Smallville:

Threatened to expose Clark's fake adoption records unless Jonathan Kent persuaded Pete Ross’s family to sell their factory to him.

Kidnapped Clark and put him in a vat of kryptonite solution to be studied in an attempt to discover his secrets.

Kept Clark trapped in a cage made of kryptonite in a separate incident.

Impregnated his dying wife's nurse while he was in a position of power over her as her boss, denied he was responsible, and had her locked away in a psychiatric ward for 7 years after taking her baby away from her. Lionel insured the child, Lucas, remained in poverty in the foster care system and prevented him from ever being adopted.

Forced the second woman he impregnated while married to Lillian, while in a position of power over her as her boss, to give their child to an orphanage where she was tortured. He soon found another home for Tess where she grew up in poverty and extreme physical abuse.

Forced his wife to have another baby despite her objections and was then dismissive of her postpartum depression. "I told you I didn't want any more children. I see how you treat Alexander, chipping away at his spirit."

Found a child, Davis Bloome, in a cornfield and believing him to be The Traveler, ran experiments on the boy until he realized he wasn't who he wanted and proceeded to dump him off alone on a dark Metropolis street.

Created a clone from a dead little girl, Emily Dinsmore, and locked her away in a lab, refusing to let her father ever see her again. "You can't take her away from me. She's my daughter." "She's the property of Luthorcorp."

Was such a terrible father to Lex that Lillian Luthor killed her infant son to spare him from the cruel and twisted parenting Lex endured from Lionel. Was such a horrible husband to Lillan that Lex took the blame for his baby brother's death knowing Lionel would have murdered her in retaliation.

Lied and told Lex that Lucas died in infancy, like Julian, knowing how much it would hurt Lex to hear.

Paid someone to kill Lucas once he became a potential threat to his power. Clark stopped the bullets, and Lionel had the shooter killed in police custody before he could talk.

Forced Lex's mother figure, Pamela Jenkins, out of Lex's life following the death of Lex's mother because he didn't want her to make Lex soft. Convinced Lex that Pamela never loved him and was only ever interested in their money. 

Blew up Chloe and Gabe Sullivan's safehouse in an attempt to kill them and prevent her from testifying against him at his murder trial. Hired a mutant hitman to kidnap and kill Chloe after she escaped the explosion.

Had Oliver Queen's parents killed in a plane crash leaving him orphaned at the age of 5.

Ordered the murder of Andrea Rojas’s mother who was an activist who worked for an organization that fought back against gangs, dealers, and large business corporations. In addition to losing her mother, Andrea was stabbed in the heart during the attack.

Resurrected a teenager, Adam Knight, to get close to Lana Lang and spy on Clark Kent. When Adam failed to retrieve useful information, Lionel refused to give him any more of the serum he required to stay live. As a result, Adam suffered immensely before dying of organ failure.

Resurrected Vince Davis who lived for a short, painful period of time before his body deteriorated without access to Lionel's serum.

Poisoned Lex with a lethal dosage that would've killed 99.9% of people.

Told Lex he loved him in prison only to persuade him into accepting his hand so he could use a Kryptonian stone to body swap them, leaving Lex to rot and die in prison in his place while Lionel escaped with Lex's body. Instead, Clark intervened and Lionel escaped inside of Clark's body, leaving Clark trapped to die in prison. Shortly after the bodyswap occured, Lionel looked down the front inside of his(Clark's) waistband while smiling to himself. While in Clark Kent's body, Lionel initiated a hug with Martha Kent where he was turned on to the point of shooting heat vision from his eyes. Lionel-in-Clark's body flirted with Chloe, a teenager, and was centimeters away from kissing her. And when Lionel-in-Clark's body encountered Lana, a teenager, he said to her, "A man would travel around the world to pluck your succulent fruit," and forced a kiss onto her, smiling to himself after she slapped him and ran away. Lionel proceeded to attack Lex, choking him, slamming his head against a desk, and demanding 57 million dollars using Clark's super strength. He then went to the Kent Farm and threw Jonathan across the room into the kitchen cabinets. Lionel told Clark he would murder Lex if he didn't cooperate with his demands.

Pretended to be blind. "Playing the handicapped card is low, even for you." "But I was able to see more clearly than ever. It's amazing what people try and get away with right in front of your eyes when they think you can't see."

Fired 2,500 Smallville citizens to force his son back under his control. When Lex attempted to organize an employee buyout of the factory, Lionel bought the Smallville Savings and Loan and threatened to foreclose on every employee's mortgage. When Lex continued to organize and fight to save everyone's jobs, Lionel threatened, "I'll bury you and everyone in Smallville who takes your side."

Blackmailed Smallville sheriff Ethan Millar into digging up dirt on every Lexcorp shareholder(Smallville factory workers), so Lionel could blackmail each one into selling their shares to him in order to take over Lex's fledgling company. In addition, Lionel threatened to expose the sheriff if he didn't do him various favors.

Once again tried blackmailing Jonathan Kent leading to a physical altercation between the two. Lionel fled the scene as Jonathan suffered a fatal heart attack.

Installed hidden cameras and microphones throughout Lex's office, so he could sabotage him and steal his business deals.

Took over Lex's company, which Lex had invested everything he had into, leaving him with nothing and immediately kicking him out of his home.

Insisted an ill-advised, life-threatening surgery be performed on Lex after he had been shot and wasn't stable enough for further surgery, making it clear he'd prefer a dead son over a physically disabled one.

Set Lex up for the murders of Dr. Teng and her entire team at Metron Labs after Lex refused to work for him.

Had sex with Lex's lover, Victoria Hardwick, while they were still sleeping together. 

Hired Dr. Helen Bryce to seduce and spy on Lex for him. Helen later attempted to murder Lex on their honeymoon.

Gave Martha Kent a watch engraved, "To Martha, with deep affection. L.L." while she was his employee and happily married to Jonathan Kent.

Refused to come clean about his past sexual involvement with Rachel Dunleavy and the existence of their son, Lucas, despite Lex being held hostage and his survival depending on Lionel telling the truth.

Refused to come clean about Level 3 when it would have saved the lives of a group of teenagers and his own son. 

Ignored and denied any care to his employee, Earl Jenkins, who was poisoned by kryptonite on the job which led to uncontrollable, dangerous seizures.

Created a deadly fear toxin for the military that leaked into Smallville.

Drugged, gaslit, attacked, and framed his son, orchestrating a scenario where everyone would believe Lex to be crazy after Lex discovered Lionel had his parents murdered for insurance money. Lionel had Lex committed to Belle Reve Sanitarium where he had Lex further drugged and put through electroshock therapy, forcing 600 volts of electricity through Lex's brain. When the doctor insisted they pause the procedure for Lex's safety, Lionel ignored the warning and demanded they continue. This brain frying could have easily destroyed Lex's mind, as it did for others who endured it, and ultimately wiped away months of Lex's memories, allowing Lionel to be off the hook for his parent's murders. Everyone involved in Lionel's plot, all loose ends, met untimely deaths.

Threatened, manipulated, controlled, hyper criticized, denied affection, and lied to Lex constantly. Lionel mentally, emotionally, and physically abused his child throughout his entire life, raising him to become a monster and then denying any accountability for what Lex became in the end.

This list is far from complete, so feel free to add more!

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Hey Sleepy, I was curious about the MI6 lore and about the other members of the mysterious group Jade was in. Like, are they still alive? What they look like and so on

Hello Anon! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

So, I got this similar question about a few months ago, and I've answered it here !

However since then I've cooked some thoughts on the (fictional) MI6 lore and The Jewels!

💎 The Jewels Project Lore 💎

The Jewels Project commenced in 1975. Initiated by Oscar Fletcher, the Jewels are highly skilled individuals who are experts in information gathering, infiltration, espionage, sabotage, and silent assassination.

Oscar Fletcher picks out the members himself, who, at that time were children at the age of 8-10 years old. He specifically selects the kids whose parents abandoned them, died, or were criminals. In his own words, "start from clean slate".

Fletcher trained them with rigorous and harsh training regiments for years and years, teaching them how to manipulate, eliminate, and act. He forged and shaped them to his liking, executing countless black missions effectively and smoothly.

By the age of early teenagers, they're all sent to different missions, acting like an innocent child, and began their first missions, in which they had to assassinate the targets. If they succeeded, they're deemed qualified and given a code-name, which inducts them into the Jewels.

Throughout 1975-1995, There are 10 members of the Jewels (First Generation), sent out to various missions around the world, aiding British's military efforts and/or simply those who MI6 deems as an ally. The success rate exceeded more than the MI6 initially projected, leaving Fletcher an important and untouchable figure among the MI6 authorities.

By the year 1997, 3 members of the Jewels died, and by 2000, 2 members ran away from Fletcher. In the midst of political tensions and wars, only 5 people remained.

After the events of 9/11, Fletcher recruited another 10 members of the Jewels (Second Generation), made them go through the same training, if not more grueling. Sending them to more missions globally until 2020.

As of today, Oscar Fletcher is no longer an active MI6 officer. But the Jewels are still at MI6's disposal unless they retire.

What do they look like?

They all look like normal people. Oscar specifically picked kids who looked ordinary. No striking featurs, and furthermore, he picked kids who are easy to befriend. Not a lot of people have this trait, so he picked every kid very specifically.

Currently each one of the Jewels live among the civilians. They're accountants, florists, janitors, photocopy machine operator, cashiers, retail workers, sales, and many more. They hide in absolute plain sight, and before you know it, they'll become your acquaintance, and they'll know you more than you know yourselves.

Where is Ruby, Garnet, and Jade in This?

Ruby and Garnet were recruited together in 1975 at 9 years old.

Ruby and Garnet participated in the Cold War conflicts (not with Adler and co.; they're somewhere else), Falklands War, Gulf War, and Kosovo War.

They're already friends from their training years, and they're often paired together in a mission.

Right after The Kosovo War, and along with the growing tension in the Middle East, Ruby and Garnet, who realized that their lives will never belong to them, and they'll always be deployed to warzones, decided to run away from MI6 in the year 2000.

9/11/2001 happened, and Fletcher's need of more Jewels were imminent. He started to look for more new members of Jewels, and search for Ruby and Garnet himself, deeming them as loose ends.

Lottie's orphanage got bombed. Ruby and Garnet found the lone little Lottie in the streets alone, and took them under their wing.

Fletcher caught up to them, and non-lethally shot Ruby and Garnet, declared them dead, and took the little Lottie to be the new member of the Jewels as Ruby and Garnet's replacement.

Along with 9 other additional members of Jewels, Jade were deployed to various parts of the world, preventing potential conflicts before it happens, and ended conflicts before it arises beyond control under the shadows.

at 2019, Jade decided to retire, and went to Verdansk as her last mission, where she met Simon "Ghost" Riley.

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I think that's all I can tell you so far! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o I'll for sure delve deep into the Oscar, Garnet/Ruby stories once BOPS6 releases.

Stay tuned and thank you for asking!

[musesofthesun]

// mono believes the world hates him. this is an extremely irremovable opinion. one would not look much into it, what with the world he lives in; horrifying beings and twisted people plague the land, and the signal is rampant in the city. it would be easy to assume that he saw how the cruelty of the world had no bounds.

however, mono's perception is actually set firmly in guilt. this boy is not as innocent as he seems. to truly understand, one would need to know the stories he desperately conceals...

mono awoke in the suburbs of the pale city, inside the townhouse where he lived. it did not take long for him to realize that his parents were MIA, and that he was on his own. mono fortified his house, staying inside as long as he could before lack of supplies caused him to venture out on "grocery trips". unfortunately, there were beasts rampant in his neighborhood that looked like severed electrical cords---these beasts were cord-leeches, and they fed off of anything they could get their mouth feelers on.

one day, a group of the leeches followed mono back to his house after a supply run. the worms pursued him through his house, and he was forced to leave it. they chased him through the streets of his neighborhood, eventually cornering him in an abandoned HOA office. one of them quickly wrapped itself around him, causing him to panic. mono flailed and he ended up pressing his hands against the screen of the office's lopsided television.

he wanted away, and the signal saw him. the television burst to life, shocking the boy and the leech. the leech died. the boy did not. mono could not tear himself from the screen. it was pulling him in, trying to eat his soul as it had done to many others. mono fought. he fought and wrangled the connection, and he won. he forced the signal to take him elsewhere, but not without penalty: his eyes were burned by the signal. after emerging from another television, mono could not see for a day. when his vision was restored, he found that his eyes were wholly gray, sclera and all.

mono did not mind his altered appearance, at first. he desired to find companions to refuge with, and sought out a group of kids. he resided with them for a time, but his curiosity towards the televisions made them wary. one day, they tried to confront him about it. they startled mono whilst he was attempting to tune the connection, and he accidentally electrocuted a few of them to death.

the others fled. word spread fast between groups about the blank-eyed evil. scared that he would be alone forever because of this, mono tracked down the remainder of the group he stayed with to try and explain that he didn't mean to hurt anyone. when he did find the group, they ran from him. they ran and would not listen when he cried out to warn them of the lurking dangers, and shortly afterwards they were gone forever at the hands of viewers.

he tried to find other kids to reside with. some had heard the rumors, some had not. even on the chance he did team up with a few others, disaster would strike and mono would always be the lone survivor. it did not take long for him to don a bag and coat, as well as limit his contact with televisions. he felt safer under his paper-thin protection since nobody could see his face. after wandering alone for a long time, mono found a group that welcomed him. they stayed in an orphanage, having fortified it. for months, everything was okay. mono was finally in a community where he could help others.

of course, nothing lasts forever.

mono gradually became the subject of suspicion; there had been frequent sabotages to the defenses, and mono was a prime suspect due to being the newest kid. he wouldn't stand for this injustice and refuted the accusations, starting a heated argument between he and a few members of the group. it wasn't long before the heated part became literal. the orphanage was lit aflame, and a devious beast that was actually responsible for the sabotages began to pursue the kids.

mono doesn't remember much about that day other than the facts that he narrowly escaped with his life and that he knew he would never see the other kids again. his lone wandering continued for a long time, the boy trying to stay alive and figure out how to wrangle the signal further. eventually, he would tumble through a television into a grassy forest. we all know where it goes from there.

mono believes that the world is cruel to him. things were good for a while after he hid his face, so he's certain that hiding is what he must do. if he doesn't, then the world will see him again and cause everything to go bad. he's terrified that someone else would get hurt again because of that.

[panfluidme]

Robin Them Blind

Master Post

CHAPTER ONE: A CUP OF TEA

It's difficult to lose your parents at such a young age. Unfortunately for Dick Grayson, this inconvenience hit him at the age of nine and he had no where to go. The only place he could ever call home was the circus, so when he heard he would be taken to an orphanage, he did the only thing he could think of. Run. He couldn't go to a place like an orphanage. He would never get to be himself in there. He would be kept in small and cramped rooms, and he wasn't a show tiger. He shouldn't be caged up like that.

He ran and ran. He didn't know where he was going, but he continued to run. With his acrobatic ability, he was too fast for any of the adults to catch him. He hadn't even noticed he wasn't being chased anymore; he hadn't even noticed he ended up in the city that was pouring with rain. With the water in his eyes, from both the rain and his tears, and the lack of oxygen, his vision started to blur and had trouble seeing where he was going. He only ran faster however, not realizing the street light he was head towards.

Dick couldn't go live in an orphanage, and he was willing to die to show that. That wasn't where he belonged. He belonged in the circus with his parents, but they were done and never to return.

Running at full speed, he hit the street light in front of him, knocking him out cold. Everyone passed by with just a mere glance, except for one.

A man old enough to care for the young child noticed him. He went over to him, silently observing his features while thinking. He noticed a small bump on the youngling's forehead and when he gently touched it, he whimpered. The man looked around to see if anyone around was looking for him, but found no one. With sympathy, but mainly curiosity, he lifted the boy into his arms and gently brushed the back of his head to soothe him.

No one paid any attention to the two as he carried the boy away. Maybe he could raise him to be like he is, to be just as ruthless as he. He had been looking for someone for a good while. He took him to an area at the edge of the city where not many people stayed. Once he got to where he was staying, he laid him on the couch, covered him with a blanket, and went to the kitchen to make some tea for when the young boy would wake.

He couldn't be too threatening and snappy right off the bat. The young one wouldn't trust him and would try to run away if he was. No, he'd have to play the long game, but he was very good at that. He was a patient man.

It wasn't long until Dick woke up. His head ached and once his eyes focused, he realized he was in an unfamiliar area. The place was dark and didn't seem to be very welcoming. He could smell something being made, but it was an unfamiliar scent. He suddenly heard heavy footsteps that seemed to get louder with every step.

Fear bubbled up inside of him. Was he going to get hurt?

A tall figure then entered the room, holding a small tray. It was hard enough to see his face with the dark room, but he seemed to be wearing a face mask that really only made his eyes visible. He walked closer to the boy and laid the tray on the table in front of him.

Dick looked at it then looked back at the tall man. Was it safe to consume whatever it was that he brought?

"Drink." the man ordered in a deep, but some what soothing voice.

The young boy hesitated before grabbing the tea. He carefully sipped it. The drink burned his tongue for a quick second, but he quickly found the warm taste ease his mind and headache. He figured that he would need to drink it slowly until it cooled down enough to drink quickly. The flavor was different than what he was used to, but he didn't hate it.

"Do you like it?" the mysterious man asked.

Dick nodded and swallowed the tea in his mouth. "I do."

The man nodded and knelt down in front of his at his level. "What is your name, young one?"

"Dick Grayson."

"What were you doing in the city by yourself, Dick Grayson?"

"My parents died, and I don't wanna go to the orphanage."

"That is unfortunate. I am sorry for your loss."

"What's your name?" Dick decided to ask, looking at the man with wide and teary eyes.

"That isn't important at the moment, but I assure you the time will come," the man assured, "First, I want to know more about you."

Dick tilted his head in confusion. "Why can't I know your name? You know mine."

"Because if I change my mind about you and you knew who I was, I'd have to kill you," he said threateningly, "So I'll only ask you this one more time, tell me about yourself."

Shivers ran down Dick's spine as he nodded. "What do you wanna know, mister?"

"Who were you before your parents perished?"

"I was the Boy Wonder for the Flying Graysons."

The man thought for a moment and nodded. "I think I've heard of you before. You are an acrobat, correct?"

"I was."

"You are a very talented young man."

Dick's face lit up. "Thank you!"

"I can sense that you have great potential." he complimented, "You are amazing as an acrobat, but I believe, with my help, you can become something much greater."

"Something greater? Like what?"

"Some one who can turn a city around. A leader." he encouraged, "A hero."

"You really think I can be a hero?"

"Oh, very much so." he grinned through his mask, "I can take you to my home, so you don't have to go to that orphanage, and train you to be someone no one will ever forget."

Dick nodded quickly. "I promise I'll be the best boy for you!"

"I know you will. But first, you'll need a new hero name. So tell me," he asked, "What is your name?"

"Uh..." Dick thought, remembering what his mom used to call him. "Robin?"

"Robin?" he thought and nodded with approval, "Alright, Robin." He offered him to shake his hand.

He looked at it then grabbed his hand.

He shook his hand and looked at him with slyness filling his mind. "You can call me Slade."

Chapter Two

[buddy-arc]

// mono believes the world hates him. this is an extremely irremovable opinion. one would not look much into it, what with the world he lives in; horrifying beings and twisted people plague the land, and the signal is rampant in the city. it would be easy to assume that he saw how the cruelty of the world had no bounds.

however, mono's perception is actually set firmly in guilt. this boy is not as innocent as he seems. to truly understand, one would need to know the stories he desperately conceals...

mono awoke in the suburbs of the pale city, inside the townhouse where he lived. it did not take long for him to realize that his parents were MIA, and that he was on his own. mono fortified his house, staying inside as long as he could before lack of supplies caused him to venture out on "grocery trips". unfortunately, there were beasts rampant in his neighborhood that looked like severed electrical cords---these beasts were cord-leeches, and they fed off of anything they could get their mouth feelers on.

one day, a group of the leeches followed mono back to his house after a supply run. the worms pursued him through his house, and he was forced to leave it. they chased him through the streets of his neighborhood, eventually cornering him in an abandoned HOA office. one of them quickly wrapped itself around him, causing him to panic. mono flailed and he ended up pressing his hands against the screen of the office's lopsided television.

he wanted away, and the signal saw him. the television burst to life, shocking the boy and the leech. the leech died. the boy did not. mono could not tear himself from the screen. it was pulling him in, trying to eat his soul as it had done to many others. mono fought. he fought and wrangled the connection, and he won. he forced the signal to take him elsewhere, but not without penalty: his eyes were burned by the signal. after emerging from another television, mono could not see for a day. when his vision was restored, he found that his eyes were wholly gray, sclera and all.

mono did not mind his altered appearance, at first. he desired to find companions to refuge with, and sought out a group of kids. he resided with them for a time, but his curiosity towards the televisions made them wary. one day, they tried to confront him about it. they startled mono whilst he was attempting to tune the connection, and he accidentally electrocuted a few of them to death.

the others fled. word spread fast between groups about the blank-eyed evil. scared that he would be alone forever because of this, mono tracked down the remainder of the group he stayed with to try and explain that he didn't mean to hurt anyone. when he did find the group, they ran from him. they ran and would not listen when he cried out to warn them of the lurking dangers, and shortly afterwards they were gone forever at the hands of viewers.

he tried to find other kids to reside with. some had heard the rumors, some had not. even on the chance he did team up with a few others, disaster would strike and mono would always be the lone survivor. it did not take long for him to don a bag and coat, as well as limit his contact with televisions. he felt safer under his paper-thin protection since nobody could see his face.

after wandering alone for a long time, mono found a group that welcomed him. they stayed in an orphanage, having fortified it. for months, everything was okay. mono was finally in a community where he could help others.

of course, nothing lasts forever.

mono gradually became the subject of suspicion; there had been frequent sabotages to the defenses, and mono was a prime suspect due to being the newest kid. he wouldn't stand for this injustice and refuted the accusations, starting a heated argument between he and a few members of the group. it wasn't long before the heated part became literal. the orphanage was lit aflame, and a devious beast that was actually responsible for the sabotages began to pursue the kids.

mono doesn't remember much about that day other than the facts that he narrowly escaped with his life and that he knew he would never see the other kids again. his lone wandering continued for a long time, the boy trying to stay alive and figure out how to wrangle the signal further. eventually, he would tumble through a television into a grassy forest. we all know where it goes from there.

mono believes that the world is cruel to him. things were good for a while after he hid his face, so he's certain that hiding is what he must do. if he doesn't, then the world will see him again and cause everything to go bad. he's terrified that someone else would get hurt again because of that.

[twinklebitch]

@neofent who wanted to know what I did for the crew.

First of all, they all canonically start out as like, the best in their field, so they're all pretty high levels.

Also, I fantasy-ified their names, and they sound super goofy, but that was part of the fun!

Elliott of Spencerlen

Level 18 barbarian

Mountain dwarf

Folk Hero background with rustic hospitality feature

Proficient in cooking utensils, smith's tools, and land vehicles

Grew up an average dwarf, working in his father's forge but desiring a chance to serve his people in a warrior's guild. He eventually joined one and completed several contracts with them, leaving behind a dwarven maiden to do so, but he did not return home when he left the guild. After being involved in so much battle, Elliott had found that he had a propensity for violence and now no longer knew what to do with himself outside of it. With that in mind, he joined an assassin's guild ruled by Damien Morgoth, a terrifying war lord turned guild leader. There, he would climb the ranks and hone his skills, eventually earning a terrifying reputation for some of the worst deeds imaginable. It took him a long time to leave that assassin's guild, even when he could no longer stomach the work, as Morgoth did not like to let his people go. However, Elliott did eventually disband from the guild and began retrieval work instead. He also refused to use tools specifically designed for battle and would no longer kill on his jobs. It was when he was doing this freelance mercenary work that he was hired by the same duplicitous man as the rest of what would come to be called the Leverage Guild, and the rest is history.

Sophielle Devaris

Level 20 bard

Wood Elf

Noble background with position of privileged feature

Proficient with the flute, lute, lyre, and playing card set

Much of her backstory is a mystery, as she has simply held so many identities that no one can be sure of the truth, sometimes not even her. However, there is reasonable certainty that Sophielle at the very least belongs to an elven royal family, though the exact blood relation is unknown. Regardless, Sophielle spent most of her adult life conning her way into whatever parties, gatherings, or other noble meetings sparked her fancy. There, she would work her literal and figural magic, gaining countless pieces of art, jewels, and trinkets without anyone realizing she had swindled them until she was already long gone. It was through her 'career' that she briefly met Nathaniel, though nothing ever came of the encounter other than shared arrow wounds. They meet again when Nathaniel recruits her into his band of thieves, and the rest is history.

Alexander, Son of Hardis

Level 17 wizard

Human

Sage background with researcher feature

Proficient with forger's kit and dulcimer (but only when hypnotized beforehand)

Was adopted into the Hardis Clan, led by a matriarch, whom we only know as 'Nana.' She took care of foundlings as a matter of course, before giving them the best mentor-ships she could find to hone their skills and sending them out into the world. Alexander, or Alec, as he prefers to be called (Hardisson is fine, too), learned from the most renowned wizards and sorcerers before leaving to make his own way. Unfortunately for his Nana, Alec's own way involved a lot more crime than she'd like. That is, until he meets the future members of the Leverage Guild, where, yes, he still does crime, but does it for a good cause. And the rest is history.

Parkir

Level 18 rogue

Half-elf

criminal/spy background with criminal contact feature

Proficient with dice set, thieves' tools, and land vehicles

Steals because she likes stealing.

Not much is known of her early years other than working her way through the realms' orphanages until she eventually ran away to live on the streets. Then, she became a cart driver for burglars and smugglers before transitioning into cart jacking as she grew older. It was then that Archibald the Magnificent, world's most renowned thief - and quite the cunning sorcerer, if he did say so himself - found her after she tried to pick his pocket, having no clue who he was. From then on, Parkir trained under Archibald, until he had made the next generation's master thief. He freed her unto the world, where she committed various high profile - yet completely inconspicuous - burglaries until she ran into the members soon to be called the Leverage Guild, and the rest is history.

Nathaniel of Oldford

Level 20 cleric

Human

Haunted one background with heart of darkness feature

Proficient with a dragonchess set

Follower of Savras, god of divination (and very bad at it)

Nathaniel grew up learning the streets thanks to his criminal father, Red-Handed Jimmy, though they had a falling out when he pursued the clergy. He did not end up completing official training and instead became an investigator for the Order of Ayewyess, where he met his former wife, Margaret the Wise. They had a son, Samuel, but he died of a magical disease, and the Order of Ayewyess knew of a mage that could cure said disease, but refused to hire him despite medical aid being part of his contract. This resulted in Nathaniel's marriage falling apart and his decent into alcoholism. At his lowest, he was hired by Victor of Dubenich to steal magical teleportation circle blueprints from a rival kingdom that had "stolen" them first. From the group hired for this job, came the members that would later belong to the Leverage Guild, as well as Nathaniel's personal addition of Sophielle Devaris. And the rest is history.

A couple other things to know:

Every party member started out with a maxed out ability score, regardless of how many more got maxed out as they leveled up. They were as follows:

Parker - dexterity, Alec - intelligence, Eliot - strength (I would have done constitution, but he needed to be as beefed up as possible since he wouldn't use real weapons), Sophie - charisma, Nate - wisdom

Nate would realistically be the "DM" in my opinion, as there is nothing else that really fits mastermind as a dnd class. I went with cleric because he did canonically almost become a priest, one of the ability scores for the class was wisdom, and I just made him a shitty cleric to make up for the fact that he's a cynical alcoholic with a god complex lol. Also, the team had no healer yet, and while the show's canon doesn't exactly need it, a dnd campaign sure does.

All of them know Thieve's Cant. It's up to you if Nate knew it through his work with Ayewyess or learned it from the team.

Parker has a special wand that mimics the spell "sleep" and can be used once a day

Other than Eliot's whole vibe, none of the characters were created with combat in mind and rather have a variety of spells and skills for cooperation, placation and defense. Battle is a last resort

i made the original leverage crew as dnd characters with my friend yesterday and just… the realization of the level of hyperfixation i was engaging in really threw me for a minute

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Can I request a platonic story where reader is a child who is caught wandering around alfies “bakery” and she says she was just there looking for some bread to eat bc she lives on the streets? Maybe Alfie would take her in and adopt her? 💖 Sorry if this doesnt make sense

Dear Anon,

I loved writing this request so much I might write it twice. I couldn't help myself when making my new request list, I just really had to write this one today. It gave me a deep sense of warmth and I guess that's just what I need right now. Thank you for waiting!

Hope you enjoy it! XO

Part Two

Warnings: starving little girl, clear signs of emotional distress, all of it for the hurt comfort.

Walking along the street as the sun started to descend in the sky, you felt your usual sense of panic benign to wash over you. Where were you going to hide for the night? Being on the streets was much better than in the orphanage, but that didn't mean it wasn’t both hard and very scary. 

You started to realize that you had walked to a part of the city you hadn't been to before. Lots of dark ally ways and there wasn't the usual crowd of people to hide amongst. 

The fear in your tummy only multiplied as your eye was caught by a scary-looking man. He started to move across the street towards you and you began to run as fast as your little legs could carry you. The man looked like a pirate, an evil, spooky pirate. You noticed a shop with glowing yellow light pouring out of it and ran down the alleyway running along the side of it. You watched from behind a large dumpster as the man walked past the entrance, moving down the street away from you. 

You took a deep breath and your stomach growled painfully at the smell of fresh bread. Looking up at a back door you turned the knob trying your luck. 

Bless, the knob turned easily opening the door to unveil what looked like a large kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the heat stinging your skin, the warm glow of the lights made the place look just like how you imagined heaven would feel. 

Warm and inviting you toddled around looking for a trash can, something that would have scraps in it. You didn't want to steal away anything of value, even if you didn't get caught it wasn't right to take things that didn't belong to you. You stuck to your principles even if your tummy disagreed. 

You rounded the corner of a tall counter and found a silver pale of potato skins. They were slimy but better than nothing. You grabbed the pale and pulled it around the corner. Placing a few pieces into your mouth and chewing them. 

Other than the texture they only tasted like dirt which wasn't half bad. When impossibly large hands wrapped around your sides and snatched you up into the air you let out a loud scream of surprise. 

“Fucking hell!” You were placed down on a countertop and you looked up at a large man with a scruffy beard. Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization hit you that there was no way to escape from someone so much bigger than you. “Nah - Nah, love I don’t do crying now.” He made a shhsh-ing noise to calm you. You tried to stop crying but you couldn't stop shaking no matter how hard you tried. 

“Sir - please I -sorry - I -I Just - I was hungry - the potato - I -sorry” You burst into tears again as he looked you over. You took in the size of his hands coupled with the heavy rings on his fingers. There wasn't any possible way someone could survive a beating by him. You were sure of it. You cried harder knowing this was your final act. 

He just picked you up and you tried to pray, but you were too scared to get the words out. The man pressed you against his shoulder cradling you gently. The air left your tiny lungs at the sensation. 

“There we go, just settle down.” He boomed and you flinched. He carried you through the place and you tried to memorize all the turns he took as he moved past the bakery into the warehouse in the back. Various men started at you causing you to tuck your face against his neck hoping it would hide you. 

He shut the door to his office and sat down still holding you tightly. 

“Now, let's get down to business. No crying eh?” You nodded against his shoulder still too afraid to speak. He placed you down to sit on his desk. “Let’s start with the obvious. Where're your parents?” 

You swallowed hard trying to speak but your breaths were shaky, eyes welling up. You just shook your head hoping he understood. 

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Fucking fuck. The last thing he wanted to deal with was accusations of being alone in an office with a little girl. But feeling her flinch in his arms as he carried her past people he figured getting her alone was the best way for her to talk to him. 

Sitting her down he watched her shake her head, eyes filled to the brim with a thousand horrors. No parents. He hated what he was about to ask her.

“Parents you don't like or dead parents?” He was blunt and he already knew from the way her face fell that it was the latter. “What orphanage?” 

“No please- don’t.” Her little hand grabbed his as she pleaded with him. “Just put me back o-o-outside.” 

“Can’t place you outside. It’s fucking freezing.” He answered mentally kicking himself for swearing at her. She looked so desperate and small, little things like this can’t be left out in the cold. She was practically a baby, no where would be safe enough for something so delicate? How she was managing outside a mother’s womb was a mystery to him. They should stay inside for as long as possible, he thought to himself, at least long enough to come out fighting.

He looked at her and realized it didn't matter how big she got, he couldn't stomach the thought of her fighting anything.

“Look you can stay here alright” The words fell out of his mouth and he decided that God must have put them there. She looked at me with suspicious eyes, like she had already learned the hard lesson of why you don’t trust men. 

“Can I carry you to the kitchen upstairs?” He watched as she decided to take the risk, the word kitchen implied food, and he could tell she was hungry. Fuck, she was eating raw, dirty, potato peels, the kid was very hungry. She gave him a nod, and his heart lurched as she settled back in against his shoulder. 

He climbed the stairs slowly, trying to do anything possible to avoid scaring her to tears again. When he opened the door to his apartment the dogs raced to him jumping up. He felt her squeal, pulling his beard trying to avoid falling into them. 

“S’alright. They are friendly beasts. DOWN!” He shouted at them and they fell into line and she burst into tears at the volume of his voice. 

How on earth had she managed out there on the streets? The dogs settled and she took a deep breath. 

“Sorry, sir.” She said with a wobbling lip. 

“Do you want to pet them?” He thought it would give her something to do while he made her something to eat. “They won’t hurt you.” 

Suddenly he wondered if the sheer size of them would be a threat to her tiny frame. Instead, he bent down with a protective arm between her and the dogs. Enough to pull her up if needed. He watched her relax in their presence starting to laugh at the texture of their wet noses pressing against her face. He took her through to the kitchen putting her down on the tiles where he could watch her. Cyril curled around her and she leaned into him scratching his ears. The other dogs were watching his every move wanting dinner. 

He cooked her up some hot broth and threw together some meat and vegetables. She reluctantly moved away from Cyril to sit up at the table. He grabbed some couch cushions so she could reach the table and sit down next to him. 

The dogs slobbered noisily and he watched her go right for the hunk of meat. Awkwardly biting on it the best she could.  

“Stop before you hurt yourself.” He pushed the bowl of broth towards her and leaned over to cut the piece of meat into manageable bite sizes. He watched as she suspiciously slurped down the broth, assuming he would take the plate away or eat it himself. 

“There - now chew it slowly or you’ll get sick.” He warned her and watched as she ate as slow as she could manage. 

“Thank you, sir,” she said when her plate was clean. He thought of giving her more but realized it would only make her sick. 

“You can call me Alfie, love.” 

“Alfie” She ran the name around in her mouth, curiosity evident on her face. “Why are you letting me stay?”

“God wouldn't think it right to send you back out there.” He answered simply leaning back into his chair. 

“Are you Jesus?”

“Not even close. Not even going start up about him though.” He enjoyed watching her ask only questions kids would. Not understanding the complications of the world or what not to say. 

“I prayed for you and here you are. So you must be someone? An angel?” Her words were so pure it burned his chest as if he was unworthy of hearing such things. His heart gave a painful twist at the look of sheer adoration on her little face. 

“No, love. Don’t worry. Angel or not I’ll protect you best I can, eh?” 

She gave him a little nod. She let out a large yawn and he realized he was going to have to do something about bathing her before putting her to bed. He didn’t have any sisters or a mother to handle such things.

Instead, he did the next best thing he could think of. 

“We have to get you cleaned up.” He picked her up taking her towards the bathroom, Cyril following along as if he already knew what his new job in life was. He placed her on the floor and handed her a small towel from the top cupboard. “Just get undressed and wrap up in this yeah?” 

“Okay,” She agreed easily. She trusted him way too much for his comfort. He turned around and waited till she was covered up before turning around to run a bath. 

 Soon he had her up to her chin in warm water and fat bubbles. Cyril sat with his head at the edge of the tub watching her. He hoped that putting the dog between them would make her feel safer. He started to comb the knots out of her hair, resorting to using baking grease to work the knots out. 

She looked like a small cherub with her now clean skin and rosy cheeks. “Stay here and don't drown, try to scrub yourself everywhere else while I'm gone” he instructed before leaving to get something for her to wear. 

He gave her the smallest shirt he owned, uncomfortable with the way it almost slipped off of her. Leaving her with Cyril he went downstairs and sent out an order for someone to come back with some clean clothes and a coat for a girl. He motioned about what size and didn't receive any nonsense questions back. 

Coming back upstairs he saw that she’d wrapped her and Cyril up in the quilt on the couch. He was uneasy about this but he picked her up and listened to her groggy mumbling. 

He placed her on the side of the bed, watching Cyril look from her back up to him in confusion and conflict. 

“Me too buddy. Go on then ya big mutt.” Cyril hesitantly got up on the bed he knew was forbidden, and he was happy to see her curl into his side. 

“Sleep well little one.” He turned the light out leaving the door open in case she needed him. 

In case she needed him. The thought echoed. 

Bloody fucking hell, he had to fix this as soon as possible.

He sprawled out on the tiny couch trying to think this whole thing through. He knew of a place she could go. Place that he trusted. 

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Waking up you panicked not knowing where you were at first. You were trapped in a tangled white shirt. You got yourself free and looked around. The room was towering with books and all sorts of things. You resisted the urge to touch and just observed the various statues and paintings on the walls. 

Looking out the door you remembered the rest of the apartment looked much the same. Memories of Alfie came flooding back to you and you wondered where he had gone to. 

Had he left you? 

Your chest tightened not liking the way being apart from him made you feel. Small breaths came in and out of your chest as you held on to Cyril. At least he was here, his calm manor told you that nothing could be wrong. 

A loud grumbling tore through the place and you jumped and resisted the urge to cry. Hiding under the quilt you heard the sound continue to ring out. Eventually, you needed the bathroom and you desperately wanted to find Alfie again. You climbed down off the bed, landing on your bottom with a thud. 

You crept out of the room with Cyril behind you and kept high alert for whatever type of beast creating that noise. You caught sight of Alfie, your initial reaction was that he looked like a fallen angel. Sprawled out, that beast must have killed him. 

Till you saw the rise and fall of his chest and a horrid snore fall from his parted lips. You realized your stupidity and made your way to the bathroom. 

Not sure what else to do you climbed back up on the bed and curled up with Cyril. 

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Alfie woke up unsure why his whole body hurt and unaware of why he was so fucking uncomfortable. He sat up hissing at his body’s protests and let out a loud yawn.

He got up and saw your tiny figure laying on his bed whispering secrets to Cyril.

“Good morning.” He watched you jump and wondered if it was better if he just whispered everything from now on. 

“Morning Alfie!!!” you chirped happily. 

“I have a phone call to make then I’ll get you some breakfast.” He watched you struggle to get down from the bed and he helped you then watched as you followed him out to the kitchen. Alfie opened the door and saw a few packages wrapped in brown paper. He placed them on the floor at your feet. 

“Put something on while I make a call.” He moved to get on the phone. 

“Shelby.” 

“Thomas, look I need a favor. A spot at your fancy pants school of yours.” 

“Not a school Alfie,” Tommy responded sounding exacerbated making Alfie’s temper flare. 

“Whatever the fucking thing is You teach 'em the important stuff with clothes, food, all that stuff.” 

“Not personally but yes, that’s generally what's provided.” 

“I need a spot.” 

“You have a kid you want to put in an orphanage?” He let out a long sigh.

“Found her on the street. Can’t put her back out there.” He asserted. 

“Fair enough. Bring her around and I’ll meet you there.” He hung up the phone and Alfie thought it was bold of him to assume he knew where the bloody place was. Of course, he knew, but still. 

He put the phone down with an aggravated sigh. Turning around he saw you struggling with your dress. He helped with the buttons on the back. 

“Better isn't it?” He said looking over your new outfit. 

“Thank you.” She whispered, emotions too evident in her face. He cooked her a big breakfast and agreed that Cyril could come with them on their outing.

“Alfie where are we going?” She asked him nervously as he approached the car. He placed her in the seat next to him, before picking her up again not liking the way she could bounce around in the seat. She settled against him not questioning it. 

“Taking you to a friend.” 

“Why?” 

“He owns a place for lost children. A nice place with maths and enough food.” He was already worried about it. What if they weren't good to her? What if he couldn't visit? What if she got adopted by people he didn't like?

She was defenseless, anyone could take what little innocence she had left. His stomach twisted. He felt her body tense up, little hands digging into his coat. 

“No. Please -” She buried her face into his neck knowing better than to argue. He thought long and hard about the situation. 

He didn't know how to parent or father a kid, let alone a tiny girl. When kids were this small they were meant to be an extension of their mother. Mothers were built to care for their young and turn them into proper people, while fathers just protected both of them and put food on the table. What happened after that stage he had no fucking clue. 

“Let’s go look at the place and if you don't want to go, you can stay with me. How bout that? Leave it in God’s hands?” 

She nodded against him and figured that was best. She eventually shifted to watch the blurry streets pass them by. 

He caught Thomas giving him a disapproving look as they approached him. 

“What's this then?” He motioned to your comfortable position tucked against his shoulder. 

“What’s what?” Alfie snapped defensively. 

“Alfie. Look at her.” 

“What about her?” He looked down at you. There may have been the slightest bit of baking fat still left in your hair, but he’d tried to hide it by pulling it back with a ribbon. But you had respectable clothing and looked like a sweet little girl. A sudden sense of violence washed over him at whatever Thomas was implying. 

He made that stupid face where his eyes got all wide, mouth agape at the obvious. 

“You can’t leave her here now.” 

“It’s up to her. She has the opportunity to go if she wants one.” He said angrily. 

“She’s not going to want to go now though,” Tommy said raising a hand to brush along her tiny knuckles. Holding on to his coat tight enough to make them turn white as snow. She flinched and Alife thought he might actually shoot the fucking bastard. 

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you.” He growled. 

“My point exactly.” He made that almost smiling face. “It’s a good look for you.” 

“Piss off.” 

“Alfie I’m serious. The kid looks terrified and you're -” 

“She wouldn't be so scared if you weren't acting like a fucking creep.” 

“Wouldnt matter, when they're little like that they’re like dogs-” Alfie pointed a finger at him in a warning. “Food, kindness, she’s not going to want to go with anyone else.” Tommy made a point of gazing down a Cyril. Alfie was frustrated but for a moment he could see something in Thomas’s eyes. 

He was giving Alfie an out. He could hand her over to Thomas get in his car and fuck off - well, they both knew that he couldn't. But at least this way it was Tommy’s fault.  

“Do you want to go look around,” Alfie asked her softly.

“No, please just - stay. I can work in the bakery - I’ll” 

“Hush none of that.” Alife stopped her, and Tommy gave the two of them a soft look. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing."

"Lizzie and I are only a call away.” He put his cigarette out. Alfie wasn't fond of having his child around such people.

“I’ll see you around then,” Tommy responded with a nod and he walked back to his car. 

He settled into the back seat and thought long and hard about how to do this. He’d need a bigger space, parenting books -

“Alfie?” She piped up and he moved her to sit on his lap. 

“Yes, love?’ 

“Thank you for keeping me.” She looked up at him with the big eyes and he knew in his heart that he had chosen the right path

“Don’t mention it darling.” 

“Alfie?” She asked again.

“Yes?” He sighed hoping all the emotional nonsense was done for the day 

“I have to pee” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose trying not to get frustrated. 

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Alfie clears out his study to make her a bedroom. He’s amazed at how quickly she grows, and how many questions she asks the more comfortable she became. 

He watches her get panic attacks and hates how the sight takes the air from his own lungs. Protecting you is the only thing that keeps him level-headed. Scooping you up into his arms, unable to hold you gently. If something had caused the issue he’d handle it, if you just got overwhelmed he would sing to you. Rocking you in his arms. 

He eventually finds someone he knew from his community that he trusts to watch her. Sarah and him get to know each other. He realizes that she’s got more smarts than he realized. Learning more about all kinds of things at the dinner table with the two of you than he had at school. Alfie avoids his feelings forever because he feels it would be extremely improper to put an employee in that position. To fire her meant breaking your heart. So so sos sososososos much tension before she eventually can’t take it and kisses him in the kitchen after you’d gone to bed one evening.  

Alfie is extremely protective of you. If you're not with him you're with Sarah. People weren't allowed to touch you or even really approach you. Everyone knew who your father was and what would happen if they were even slightly involved in endangering you. 

 It wasn't till you were older that it got annoying. 

You know that if you're scared you go right to him no matter what. After a particularly bad dream, you go tearing through the apartment determined to launch yourself at him before any shadow monsters snatch you. “Daddy!” You called out like you always did as you opened the door.

When you land on a body you realize your spot on his bed is occupied by Sarah. Alfie sits up and before he can freak out about it. You just sigh “Thank God! You are both here. I just had the worst dream ever.” You settle your sweaty shaking body between the two of them. Finding a different sense of comfort. Alfie pulls you close, unable to sleep with the current situation, not sure how to feel about Sarah being next to you running her fingers through your long hair. The whole thing was a big step, something he had planned out perfectly, and yet you had already become at peace with it. You accept her as your family and he proposes. 

When she’s older she hangs out down at the tracks eventually making friends with Charlie Shelby. Things between them start and a whole messy summer of backseat kissing and sneaking around starts. It ends when she comes home past curfew and sees Alfie absolutely beside himself. She tried to lie but she’s never been able to lie to him. She bursts into tears making him assume something horrid has happened and she has to calm down and explain she was out on a date – this didn't go over very well - then tells him who she was out with. It was a long night. He sent her to bed upset, neither of them talking to each other.  That night stretched on an eternity. He sat there trying to understand her, wishing she’d not been that upset. Her hurtful words echoed in his mind. He knew that Sarah had gone between the two of you ensuring everyone would survive the night before going to sleep, but he still worried. 

In the morning he brought her a mug of coffee, pulling her into a crushing bear hug. He apologized for sending her to bed upset, they both agree to always work things out no matter how painful and to never tell lies to each other. 

He makes an effort to handle the situation well, something that becomes much easier when he sees how much it frustrates Tommy. The sense of competition beings and he does his best to be the fun dad.

Lizzie and Sarah get a long like a house on fire keeping an eye on their kids and their husbands.

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Blow Us All Away | Philip Hamilton (Chapter 4)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11)

‘Home Sweet Home’

1 Year Later

Y/N sat at the end of a rotting wooden table, a small plate sat in front of her. The plate was filled with eggs, and a slice of bread on the side. Despite her protests, the Hamilton's had given her the food. As well as not wanting her to steal, the Hamilton's - especially - Eliza couldn't bare to see Y/N struggle as an orphan. If it were up to them, Y/N would practically be living with them already.

Y/N smiled as she took a bite of the bread. She thought back to the day she had first met Philip, when he had given her a loaf of bread so she wouldn't have to steal. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Just the thought of Philip brought a blush to Y/N's cheeks. 'I can't like him!' she thought desperately, 'He's just a friend!'

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted Y/N's thoughts, "Philip?" she asked cautiously.

The 'friends' were meant to meet up that day, but it wouldn't be for hours. Besides, Y/N hadn't even told him the exact address of her 'house' yet. Once again, the though of Philip had Y/N giddy and blushing.

'Jesus, woman, get a grip!'

She stood up from the table, wiping the crumbs from her hands on her shirt - which she may or may not have taken from Philip - and walked toward the door.

Y/N was confused and surprised when she saw two formally dressed men standing in front of her, the two of them both holding briefcases, with top hats on their heads.

"Hello?"

"Are you Mrs. L/N?" one of them asked her.

Y/N leaned on the creaky door frame, "Yeah," she responded as if she hadn't a care in the world.

"Great," the man started, "We've recently been informed that you're living here with no adult supervision, for the last... nine years. Care to explain?"

"Oh," Y/N nodded and stood up straight, "Yeah, about that. My mother died my father left. No one gave a shit, so I've just been here for the last couple of years."

The man sighed, "You... you realize that's bad, right?"

Y/N just shook her head hesitantly, until it finally hit her.

'Big men with briefcases? Asking me about the house? Cool hats? These assholes must be from the bank.'

A plan formed in Y/N's head which included her nodding her head to whatever the men said and going along until she could distract them.

The men continued to go on about how the house was unfit for Y/N, and other stuff that was probably important. Now Y/N was barely paying attention to anything that was being said, tuning out the whole conversation, until they said the unthinkable, snapping Y/N back to reality.

"You're gonna do what?" she asked, making sure she wasn't imagining it.

"Unless you can find a parental figure to stay with you, or you find another place, we will have to move you to an orphanage."

"Huh." she said, giving the men a blank face, trying to hide the fact that tears were threatening to flood.

"Miss?" they asked, possibly concerned for her mental state.

Y/N gave the men a smile, took a breath as if she were going to say something, before she bolted away onto the footpath.

"What- Miss, come back!"

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Y/N found herself once again sprinting down the footpath, ignoring judgmental looks from people. Though she couldn't blame them. Why on earth was the crazy crossdresser booking it down the street with tears down her face?

Once again, she didn't care. She just hoped prayed that Philip was waiting for her by the end of the street.

When she ran up to the street sign, she dried her eyes and sat on the concrete, leaning on the pole. Her mind began racing.

'Would Philip even care?'

'What was he going to do?'

'God I'm gonna have to live on the streets!'

'What if I can't-'

"Y/N?" came a voice. She instantly recognized it as Philip's,  jumping up off the ground to face him.

"Philip?"

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned for his 'friend'.

"Nothing." Y/N answered as if she didn't feel that her world was imploding inside of her.

"Then why were you crying?" Philip asked, gazing into Y/N's eyes.

"Dang it,"

"Is every thing ok? What's going on?"

"Nothing, what's going on with you?" Y/N retorted, wiping away some tears she didn't realize were on her face.

"Y/N, please, what's wrong?"

Y/N opened her mouth as if she were going to say a smart ass remark, before breaking down into sobs, hiding her face in her hands.

Philip was quick to wrap his arms around her as she continued crying, "It's ok, Y/N. It's gonna be ok." he whispered, holding Y/N tighter, glad she couldn't see the dark blush on his face.

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"So the bank is trying to take away your house?"

"Yup."

"Because you've been living there alone for nine years?"

"Uh-huh."

"And it's an unfit house for a fifteen year old?"

"Correct." Y/N answered again, tracing a pattern on Philip's blanket with her finger.

Philip took in a deep breath, running a hand though his hair, "Wow."

Y/N pursed her lips, nodding her head before Philip sat down next to her.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Y/N just shrugged, "I mean I can't blame them, I'm an orphan living in a shack..." Y/N trailed off, seeing how deflated Philip looked, "But thanks."

Philip gave me a small smile, before sighing deeply, "It's gonna be ok, Y/N."

He gently placed a hand on Y/N's, the two gazing into each other's eyes as if they were the only two people in the world.

That was until the door swung open, revealing Eliza.

"Philip, could you come downstairs? I need your help with something," she asked breathlessly, not even realizing Y/N was there, until she received a hard look from Philip, "Oh, Y/N! I didn't see you there."

Y/N smiled and gave an awkward wave, while Philip was staring at his mother with pleading eyes.

Eliza looked down at them holding hands and raised an eyebrow, resulting in the two blushing madly.

"Do you two mind coming down to help?"

Philip and Y/N just looked at each other, shrugged then nodded back at Eliza.

Eliza nodded her head back,"... I guess I'll leave you to it." she said with a smirk, shutting the door and heading back downstairs.

The two looked away from each other awkwardly, yanking their hands away from each other.

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The two arrived downstairs and were shocked to say the least. William was bawling his eyes out at the table, smoke cold be smelt from the kitchen, yet none of the other Hamilton children could be seen.

"Where are the others?" Philip asked his mother who was working away in the kitchen.

She stepped out of the kitchen, stirring a bowl of batter a bowl of batter and answered, "Angie took James out to town, John's upstairs, sick in his room, Alex is trying to help him, and William's throwing a fit."

"What can we do to help?" Y/N asked, about to say something about Alexander, but figured that Eliza didn't need that stress right now.

"Y/N, can you try calming down William, Philip, come with me in the kitchen."

The two gave a nervous glance at each other, but went off anyway.

Slowly, Y/N approached the table William was sitting at, "Hi..." she trailed off, having no idea what so ever to do.

"Just pick him up and talk to him!" Philip encouraged, before disappearing to the kitchen.

She took a deep breath, walking over to William, gently picking him up, "Uh... you gonna stop crying lil buddy?"

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Philip awkwardly walked toward his mother, who quickly passed him the bowl of batter.

"Don't stop stirring." she ordered, before walking toward a bench were she continued to kneed bread dough.

"Ok..." Philip mumbled, placing the bowl beside her, stirring quickly.

"So... what's going on with you and Y/N?" Eliza asked. She didn't have to look up to know that her son was blushing furiously.

"Nothing!" he squeaked, his voice raising about eight octaves higher.

Eliza smirked, "Doesn't sound like nothing."

"Ma!" Philip gasped, his face turning beet red.

"Oh, come on Philip! I've seen how you two act together enough to know that there's some sort of feeling there."

"Yeah, the feeling of friendship," Philip groaned, though just the word had him downhearted. Something his mother noticed.

"That word made you miserable, didn't it?"

"Ma!" he squeaked again, making Eliza laugh.

"Am I wrong?"

"Ok, so what if you're right? She's got too much going on right now, I doubt she's looking for a relationship."

"What's going on?" Eliza asked, concerned for Y/N, something she felt frequently.

"The..." Philip trailed off, nervous about how Y/N would react if she knew he told Eliza, "I probably shouldn't say."

"Philip," Eliza started, pausing the bread she was making, "What's wrong?"

Philip sighed, "The bank's trying to kick her out of her house,"

"What?!"

"Ma, shush! She can't know I told you!" Philip hissed.

"How does she think that's gonna work out?! Philip we have to do something!" she whisper shouted, nervous that Y/N would hear her.

"I know, I know... Just... when she's ready to tell you. Please?" Philip begged.

Eliza sighed at this, not liking the plan one bit, but agreeing for the sake of her sons struggling love life, "Fine. But she's staying the night," Philip nodded with a smile, "Oh, not in that way sweetie."

"Ma..." Philip groaned, hanging his head back.

"I'm just saying, you're gonna have to tell her you like her pretty soon."

Philip's face scrunched up in confusion, "Why?"

Eliza just raised her eyebrows, a knowing look on her face.

Philip's expression slowly morphed into one of sadness and guilt, "Oh."

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Once Philip and Eliza had everything sorted out in the kitchen, they walked into the dining room, and were very surprised to find William giggling in Y/N's arms.

Eliza smiled while Philip stared at Y/N full of love. Though he knew Y/N could do anything, being able to calm down an angry child perfectly was something that surprised him.

"Y/N?" he whispered with a smile.

She looked up from the giggling child with a smile and beamed, "Hey Philip. Your idea worked!"

"Thank you so much, Y/N," Eliza said, walking toward Y/N to take William, "It normally takes me hours to get him to calm down."

"Guess you're a natural," Philip laughed, causing a dark red blush to rise to Y/N's cheeks, "No surprise there." Philip whispered with a blush.

"What was that?" Y/N asked, hoping she wasn't just imagining things.

"Oh, nothing!" Philip lied.

Y/N just nodded her head, not believing him too much, "Ok then, Eliza, do you mind if we go out, I need to show Philip something."

"Oh, of course! Just be back before sundown."

"Will do," Philip called before the two left the house, "So... what'd you want to show me?"

Y/N smiled, grabbed his hand and walked down the footpath, "You'll see."

Philip was taken aback by this, but quickly regained composure and walked along side Y/N.

The pair said nothing the whole walk, just enjoying each others presence.

Y/N's eyes would glance at leaves gently flying past them, while Philip would be sneaking glances at Y/N.

He found it adorable at how fascinated she was.

"It's rude to stare, Pip." Y/N smirked. She didn't have to look at Philip to know he was blushing furiously.

"I-I w-wasn't... I-I don't think... I-" Philip stuttered, before getting cut off by a giggling Y/N.

"You're cute when you're flustered," Y/N's eyes widened as she said that, "Shit," she whispered, "I just said that out loud didn't I?"

Philip laughed, his blush still visible from a mile away, "Y-yeah."

"Well," Y/N mumbled, before a familiar shack caught her eye, "We're here."

The two paused in front of the 'house'. Philip was slightly confused, before Y/N walked up to the door giving it a shove. It creaked open, revealing the small dark room she called her home.

"Here it is," she sighed, "Home sweet home."

Philip stepped inside the house, a million thoughts running through his mind.

"You've been living here?"

Y/N just gave a small nod, "Yeah..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Y/N groaned, walking over to her make shift bed -which was just some blankets and some pillows with all the feathers missing, "Do you know how heard it is to look someone in the eye, and tell them you're practically homeless?"

"Well-"

"No. Neither do I, and I didn't want to find out." Y/N mumbled, running a hand through her hair.

Philip said nothing, just walked toward her, and sat down beside her.

Instead of giving her a long speech like she thought he would, Philip just leaned toward Y/N, placing his forehead against hers.

"It's ok."

[in-my-feels-probably]

INEFFABLE - Kaz Brekker

Prologue - Before

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INEFFABLE -- Kaz Brekker

ineffable (adj.) 

too great to be expressed in words, utterly indescribable; too sacred to speak of.

Prologue - Before 

Elham Creed had never known what it was like to be part of a family. From a Ravkan orphanage, to the Little Palace, finally landing in Ketterdam, the Barrel, she had never felt the sense of safety and security she had longed for as far back as she could remember. She wouldn’t find it in Ketterdam.

At 13 years old, with nothing but a collapsable sword belted around her waist and the clothes on her back, she had spent the first few days in the Barrel stalking around, stealing scraps of food where she could, trying to get her bearings. The frigid air sweeping over the harbour into the edge of town at night where she slept was enough to make Elham almost miss her room at the Little Palace.

Almost.

She wouldn’t go back, not after her mentor, Baghra’s, warnings. All she could do was push forward and move on. She spent nights alone ducked away into abandoned shacks, using her powers to spark warmth and light, practicing control. Being an inferni had its perks, but Elham was special. She didn’t need a starter, or a piece of flint to create a spark she could turn into a flame. She could create the flame all on her own. She kept this and her powers a secret, however. If the Darkling had taken interest in her abilities, there’s no doubt one of the Barrel bosses would bait her into doing their bidding.

And Elham Creed would do no one's bidding. She would be no one’s puppet.

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Elham remembered the first time she killed a man. Coincidentally, it was also the first time she met Kaz Brekker. She was now 14, making her way towards the harbour, working on one of the odd jobs she could scam her way into. She headed past the White Rose on the way, one of the most frequented brothels in Ketterdam.

She headed down the alley behind the sorry excuse for an establishment, when she heard a scream. She rounded the corner, to find a man with his hand wrapped tightly around one of the employed girls' wrists, the other hand making its way up her hip, pinning her against the wall.

It’s a shame. Maybe if he had heard her coming, he could have avoided the sword held up to his neck. He could have avoided his death.

Most men in the Barrel, as Elham had come to realize, were not good men. While the “pigeons,” as she had come to know the tourists as, would have tucked tail and ran, this man did not. He only scoffed.

“A sword?” The man had slurred at her, clearly drunk. “You do realize I could have you shot and dead in a second, and get back to this lovely girl you so rudely interrupted me from. Although, you’re a pretty thing. Exotic. Maybe I’ll have you instead,” he had said, reaching for the pistol strapped to his hip.

Big mistake.

With her eyes glossing over, and a rage building inside her, she quickly removed the sword from his throat, and ran it through his back. He sputtered, and fell to his knees, choking on his own blood, or maybe his last words, Elham didn’t take the time to figure out which. She walked around to face his front as he gazed up at her, clutching his stomach with wide eyes. She breathed heavily, eyes wild.

“Good riddance.”

She lifted her foot and sent him sprawling back against the street, blood pooling around him. She glanced back at the girl who was still frozen against the wall, and her eyes softened.

“Thank you,” she whispered, before hurrying back into the White Rose.  Elham only nodded, taking a breath, before turning to head towards the harbour.

That’s when she saw him.

A boy, no older than 14, dressed in black, gloves fitted to his hands. He seemed to be analyzing her, gears turning in his head. Kaz hadn’t mastered his pokerface yet, and Elham was good at reading people. She was unsure why she didn’t feel threatened by his presence, especially since he had just witnessed her kill someone, and she had no idea what his intentions were.

“You just killed a Dime Lion.”

Elham had heard of the gang before, and their leader, Pekka Rollins. She knew she was going to regret interfering with gang business, but her head was beginning to cloud, tears forming in her eyes. But she had saved that girl, she had saved herself, it was a split second decision. Unable to form words, she met the boy's stare.

She only slowly nodded in response.

After pondering for a moment, he had offered to take her to his boss, claiming that she’d be a valuable asset to the team. He’d never admit to her that it really was because he couldn’t bear to see the Barrel swallow up and harden another innocent kid, and maybe it was the way her eyes had glazed over, or how tattered her clothes were, or simply because she didn’t look at him like he was some sort of monster, but he took her in.

It was true, Haskell had been needing a new asset to the team, someone young and quick who could take care of themselves. Bringing a girl back to the Dregs was a risk, and Kaz was in no position to make himself look weak around the gang, but he just couldn’t leave her there in the street. That part of the Rietveld in him hadn’t died yet.

To this day, Elham isn’t sure what made her accept his offer to come with him. After almost a year in Ketterdam, she trusted no one, got close to no one. She had no business getting involved with a gang, she could have walked away, continuing to the harbour for the job assigned to her. There was something about him, though. And going with him was arguably the best decision she has made, she had decided.

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Elham had been part of the Dregs for a few months, slowly gaining a reputation for herself. Kaz had taken a liking to her, almost admiring how fast she had taken to a life of crime, to the rigidity of the Barrel. He found a secret comfort in her presence, and in the fact that her story was similar to his. She hadn’t revealed much about her past to him, just enough to keep him intrigued.

And he was, despite his brain demanding he think otherwise, intrigued. She was ambitious, and cunning. Most interestingly, however, she was ruthless.

She had killed many men since the day she met Kaz. Barrel men were not good men. Elham made it a point to seek out the men who only caused pain. Men like the first man she had killed, men like Pekka Rollins and his Dime Lions. Men like them didn’t get to cause all the pain and suffering they did, and live.

Kaz had dubbed her, “The Valkyrie,” once, while on a job. The other Dregs took a liking to it, and it stuck. She asked him many times what it meant, why he would call her that, but he only smirked to himself, amused by her new found reputation, much to her annoyance.

He finally explained it to her, the night he broke his leg. They had been paired on the job together, and it had gone disastrously. They were sprinting along a rooftop, when Kaz made a bad landing, completely breaking the bone in his leg.

It was the first time she touched him.

When she first joined the Dregs, she had quickly picked up on the fact that he didn’t want to be touched. She could sense his unease when they had to be close together on jobs in tight spaces, or when one of the drunken Dregs would pat him on the back for a job well done, or during a brawl with a rival gang. She always kept her distance, respecting his space.

But this time, she had no choice. Kaz was crying out in pain, and Elham knew she had to get him back to the Slat to get his leg reset, and out of harm's way. She clicked the button on her belt and grabbed for the hilt of her sword, and with a flick of her wrist, it unfolded into place to its full length. Kaz had pulled himself to a kneeling position, desperately trying to hide his vulnerability, eyes frantically looking for an escape. She offered the hilt of her sword to him.

“Kaz, you have to let me help you. I’m sorry, but you have to let me. Hold onto the hilt, and on three, I’m going to tug under your arm to get you standing. We’ve got to get you back to the Slat before you pass out from the pain or we get ourselves killed out here.” He only gave her a pained look, before nodding, and they slowly made their way back to the Slat, with him putting as much weight on the hilt as he could, Elham trying her best to make sure he couldn’t feel her fingers through his jacket as she dragged him along.

Hours later, while he lay unconscious on the cot in his room, Elham had anxiously waited in the chair in the corner of the room. She hadn’t realized how much she had grown to care for Kaz, for him and her life with the Dregs. She knew she would have killed for him that night if it came to it, no doubt about it in her mind. Kaz only awoke for a few minutes that night, and had mumbled a few words to her.

“Do you know what Valkyrie means? It means ‘chooser of the slain.’ It seems like you choose who lives and dies around the Barrel. Killing men, making sure I don’t die. It’s fitting, isn’t it?” He had joked to her, the faintest of grins tugging at his lips. Elham had sucked in a breath, and offered a small smile at him, standing to leave as he drifted off, knowing he was going to be alright. Broken, as she knew he would think of himself, but alright.

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It had been a few years in the Dregs, as the Crows slowly formed. First Jesper, then Inej. The Dregs had become a force to be reckoned with in Ketterdam. Despite their ages and newness to the life of a gang, The Sharpshooter, the Wraith, the Valkyrie, and Dirtyhands were well known identities around the Barrel.

They had hardened over the years, Kaz more so than any of them, the Barrel being a quick teacher in offering harsh life lessons.

Elham remembered the first time one of them uttered the words, “no mourners, no funerals.” Inej had been interested in what Elham’s name meant, Elham meaning inspiration, Creed meaning belief or law. A particular favorite member of the Dregs, and a friend of Rotty’s, had been killed on a job. Elham took this particularly hard, he was one of the men that had made her transition into the gang easier.

They sat silently in her room together, when Jesper spoke softly. “You know, I’ve been thinking about your name. Creed. Maybe, ‘no mourners, no funerals’ could be our creed.” Elham had let a tear roll down her cheek at that, and she nodded at Jesper, letting him grab her hand, while Inej, perched on the window ledge, laid her hand on Elhams shoulder. Kaz had lifted his eyes from the floor when Jesper spoke, his eyes landing on the girl. He slowly slid his cane towards her, softly tapping the end at the base of her ankle, before returning to his original position.

It was one of Elham’s favorite memories of them. Of him.

The Crows were chaotic and an odd group, but they were Elham’s family, as close as she would ever get to one. Saint’s forbid she ever told them that, it would go straight to Jesper’s head. But they were enough for her. Her Crows were enough. And they were about to raise a little bit of hell.

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A/N - hi everyone, omg im so excited about this book, i hope you liked the prologue, im working on the first few chapters and will have them up soon. let me know what you think so far, and thank you for the support!

[flightlessangelwings]

Grant a Name to a Buried and a Burning Flame ~ Chapter 2

Hades!Din Djarin x Persephone!Reader (gender neutral, no y/n)

Chapter 2/3 (chapter 1 linked in my masterlist)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Hades/Persephone retelling, historical setting, hints of soulmate AU, fluff, mutual pining 

Moodboard made by me

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Over the next week, you didn’t leave your little room, too angry and hurt to face the world. Ironic that you ran away from your kingdom and your castle that felt like a prison to you only to find yourself in a different kind of prison. With a sigh, you gazed out the window and watched as people milled around in the nearby streets. You thought about how happy they looked, and it made you reflect more than you wanted to admit.

Every morning, there was a knock at your door, and every morning you ignored it. You knew who it was, and you weren’t ready to face him just yet. That pull still remained, however, and you felt it harder just before he knocked at your door. And it stayed after he gave up, which compelled you to get up and open the door. When you did, you found a single flower pinned to the outside of the door. No note or anything, just the flower.

You gently yanked it off and smelled it. The fragrance felt like a welcome warmth in the coldness of your current situation, and even though you were still angry for what he did, you found that you couldn’t bring yourself to hate your new husband. Even in your head, it sounded weird: your husband. For the first time since you locked yourself in your room, a faint smile graced your face.

The cycle repeated daily, with a knock on your door that you ignored and a single flower left behind as a gift. Eventually, you had enough flowers piled on your dresser that you were able to arrange them in a beautiful little bouquet. The sight of it lifted your spirits, and you suddenly had a new resolve to actually do something with your time now that you were in this new kingdom. 

You dressed yourself in a fresh robe that was left for you and draped a cloak over your shoulders. The robe was a beautiful color, though more muted than what you normally wore, and it complimented you perfectly. Before you stepped out, you glanced over at the bouquet of flowers and decided to pick one up and tucked it behind your ear. It was the first one that was left for you, and it was by far your favorite.

As you walked the streets of the kingdom, you found that it was actually a pleasant place. The dark and dull skyline that you could see from your castle completely contradicted how full of life this place was. People milled along as they went about their business, and the market was more lively than you would have guessed. It was colder than you were used to, and the sun did not shine brightly in the sky, but overall it was not a horrible place to be. It felt homey and comfortable, which surprised you.

You greeted vendors who had no idea who you were with a smile, and you just took the opportunity to take in your surroundings. Brightly colored fruits stood out from the dark wood of the carts, and they looked too delicious. Beautiful woven robes and dresses lined another stall in deep colors that you never would have appreciated had you not seem them up close. And the streets were cleaner than you would have imagined them to be. 

The thought popped in your head that you completely misjudged this place as you stared at the skyline from afar. You wondered if you misjudged its ruler as well…

A shout from the far end of the street knocked you out of your thoughts, and you immediately rushed over to see what the commotion was about. When you approached, you saw that a man towered over a young woman. She obviously looked uncomfortable with the way he grabbed her, but no one else bothered to do anything about it. Not you, though, you were not going to stand for it.

“Excuse me,” you approached with a fire in your eyes from under the hood you wore, “Are you too blind to see that this lady does not want you in her space?”

The man scoffed and turned his attention to you, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you to mind your own business?”

You stood tall, you weren’t going to let this scum of a man intimidate you, “But it is my business,” you quipped back in a pointed tone, “Or have you not heard about the new ruler here?” Normally, you hated to use your rank, but you did not like the way this man threatened others and it was the fastest way you could think to diffuse the situation. You stared him down with a fiery gaze that you hoped would be intimidating enough.

It was, and it stopped him in his tracks as he looked into your face. Realization dawned on him and he immediately backed off, “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled as he retreated.

With a satisfied smirk, you turned to the young woman, “Are you alright?”

She nodded, “Yes… thank you…” her voice was meek and she didn’t dare look you in the eyes as she expressed her gratitude.

No one noticed, but a hooded figure watched the entire confrontation from the shadows. From under his hood, Din couldn’t help but smirk as he watched you. Your beauty and your strength were unmatched, and Din had never felt more drawn to you than in that moment. He ducked away, however, before he felt the pull toward you strengthen and you were left alone again. 

The rest of the day was uneventful and you made it back to the palace without any other incidents. When you reached your room, you found another flower on your door, and you couldn’t help the grin that lit up your face as you pulled it from the door. You thought you felt eyes on you, but when you looked over your shoulder, all you could see were shadows. With a shrug, you went into your room, unaware that Din watched you from the darkness with his own grin.

Somehow, the sun felt brighter when you woke up the next morning, and you decided to head out for the day again. As you opened the door, you came to expect a flower there, and you were not disappointed. You plucked it and tucked it behind your ear as you headed out. Strangely, you didn’t feel the familiar pull that you became accustomed to, and you wondered where the hooded man was.

You let yourself wander wherever your heart led you and you ended up in front of an orphanage. There was no shortage of orphaned children even in your kingdom, so it was a sight you were familiar with, but you wondered why of all places, you brought yourself here. With a deep breath, you stepped inside, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you.

In the middle of the room, surrounded by children was a familiar hooded figure. He didn’t see you enter right away; he was too preoccupied with caring for the children around him. For such an intimidating man, he was incredibly soft and gentle with the little ones, and even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell how much they meant to him. You leaned against the doorway and just watched him for a time, and a new feeling swelled in your chest.

He held a toddler in his arms, and the child looked over at you and cooed when he saw you. That was when Din finally looked up and noticed you. As the child in his lap giggled at you, he tilted his head to the side and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Is this how the rough and tough ruler of the Underworld spends his days?” you joked as you moved closer.

Din replied with a short laugh, “The foundlings are the future. We must look after them.”

You nodded in agreement, at a complete loss for words. You never expected a man with his reputation and who appeared so rough around the edges to be so caring. He seemed so genuine around the children too. The toddler in his lap reached out for you, and you carefully lifted him up into your arms.

“He’s new here,” Din explained as he watched you hold the child and he was never more grateful to have his face hidden, “I found him held captive by mercenaries on the outskirts.”

“Does he have a name?” you asked, unsure of what to say to that. You had so many questions for him, but you felt like that was a conversation for another time when you weren’t surrounded by children.

He shook his head.

You turned to inspect the child’s face. He had big brown eyes that seemed to look into your soul. When he smiled, you could see his little teeth. You don’t know why, but a name popped into your head, “How about... Grogu?”

The child cooed at your suggestion, and Din couldn’t help but laugh fondly, “Grogu?” he echoed you and the baby turned to him and babbled happily.

Both of you laughed softly as you both decided that the name stuck. You spent the rest of the day in the orphanage with him and the children, and somehow everything just felt right. The sun had long set when you two finally left, and you let him escort you back to the palace. Neither of you spoke, but you both felt comforted by the other’s presence.  You even found that you stayed closer to him than you thought you would, and the feeling when his side brushed against yours sent bolts of electricity through you. 

It wasn’t until you reached the door to your bedroom that you both stopped and turned to face each other. Even from under the hood, you could feel his gaze on you, and he slowly and carefully reached out and ghosted his hand over the flower tucked behind your ear.

You felt your skin burn at his barely-there touch, “Thank you for these,” your voice was just above a whisper, but you knew he heard you.

“It suits you,” was all he said in response, “Goodnight Persephone,” he was about to turn away, but your voice stopped him in his tracks.

You told him a name, your name, your real name, and you felt him tense in front of you, “Can…” you took a deep breath, “Can you use my real name?” when he didn’t say anything, you felt the need to clarify more, “I don’t have anything against the name. It just doesn’t feel like mine, you know?”

If you only knew how much he related to that. Din gave you a single nod and said your name in a hushed tone that made your heart skip a beat before he disappeared down the hall. You looked forward to the daily gift of a flower on your door the next morning.

Over time, you spent more and more time with Din, and you felt more and more comfortable around him. He wasn’t much of a talker, but you learned that he communicated in other ways, and you quickly learned what his head tilts and subtle body language meant. And he always continued the tradition of leaving a flower at your door every morning, and you wore it behind your ear for the day.

Most days were spent at the orphanage with Din, and you noticed how much he seemed to relax around the children. It made your heart melt when you saw this hooded, armored man be so soft with the little ones. One day while you walked back, you asked him about his life before ruling, and he told you stories of his time as a mercenary. And for every story he told you, you offered one in return, though you felt yours were far less thrilling than his.

A new routine that started with the two of you was that he would walk you to your room every night. It started the day you spent at the orphanage for the first time, and it became an unspoken thing ever since. It felt comfortable at first, but the more the nights went on, the more you found that you didn’t want to bid him farewell for the evening.

And Din felt the same way about you. He longed to reach out and caress you; the pull he felt never felt stronger than when he was about to leave you for the night.

The two of you lingered in front of your door, neither of you wanted to move. In order to keep him in front of you, you asked a question that had been on your mind since you first met, “How did you find me in the forest that day?”

He put a hand on his hip and tilted his head to the side slightly, a sign that meant he was amused, “I’ve felt a pull for some time and I followed it,” he answered plainly. He paused for a moment before he asked a question of his own, “Why did you run away?”

You sighed, you figured the question would come at some point. But, you wanted to be honest with him, “I didn’t feel right there, you know? Like it was never truly my home. I never wanted to rule, it was just something that was expected of me,” you let out a deep breath as you thought of your home for the first time in a while, “I’ve felt this pull too, so I decided it was time I followed it.”

“I never wanted this either,” he watched as you looked at him with wide eyes, “I was a mercenary most of my life. It was tough, but I was free to travel whenever I wanted,” he paused and gestured to the black sword on his belt, “I won this sword and the kingdom came along with it.”

Silence fell between the two of you as neither knew what to say next. You never would have guessed that this man had so much in common with you, or that your stories were so similar. You fiddled with your fingers as you looked anywhere but his hood. There was another question on your mind, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to ask it out loud.

He seemed to read your thoughts, and after a heavy sigh, he broke the silence, “Din.”

Your eyes met the darkness of his hood, “What?’

“My name,” he spoke in a soft voice as he carefully reached out to you, “It’s Din Djarin,” he rested his hand on your cheek as he spoke, but didn’t let himself relax until you gave him the silent permission to do so. 

You exhaled deeply as you leaned into his touch. A comfortable silence fell over you again, and this time you were the one to break it, “Din…Can I stay with you tonight? If that’s ok?”

Din’s grip on your face tightened slightly as he nodded. His hand dropped and trailed down your arm before he took your hand in his and led you down the hallway to his room. It was just as plain as the rest of the little palace, and it felt like it was more for utility than anything else. And yet at the same time, it felt homey. Maybe that was because of his presence. 

You stood in the middle of the room and bit your lip as he watched you. When your eyes fell back to his figure, you suddenly felt the urge to reach out for him. Without a word, you lifted your hands and gently caressed his face through the hood much like he did yours earlier. You heard him sigh as he leaned into your touch. The two of you stayed like that until Din covered your hands with his own and slowly started to push his hood back.

“Din…”

“It’s alright,” he whispered. In your conversations, he has spoken about the creed he took as a youngster and explained about his covered face. Din had told you that he could only remove his covering in front of his own clan, but you chose not to press it further. You were understanding and never once questioned it, and that only made him fall for you more.

Guided by his hands, you pushed his hood back so that he only had the mask on the lower half of his face. The first thing you noticed was his brown eyes, which held a softness that made your heart skip a beat. His brown hair was messy from the hood, but it looked so soft and you couldn’t resist the urge to run your hand through it once.

Then, you slowly reached for the mask, and you paused when you had a grip on it before you took it off. His eyes told you all you needed to know and you took off the last barrier from his face to the rest of the world. He looked so nervous, which was something you did not expect. The man who walked with such confidence and was always quick to protect those he deemed worthy of it, was nervous in front of you.

Your eyes scanned his face and took in every little detail that you could in the low light of his room. Your hand traced the frame of his face before you cupped his jaw and ran your thumb over his lips. Din closed his eyes and you felt his lips lightly kiss your thumb. He was so handsome, and you couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and place a soft kiss to his lips.

He froze at first, but quickly leaned into your touch and wrapped his arms around you as he deepened the kiss. It felt like a burst of flames between your bodies as you embraced each other. It was as if every decision in each of your lives led you to exactly this moment, and nothing had ever felt more right. 

“You know,” you whispered with a smirk when you broke away for air, “If I had seen your face earlier, I wouldn’t have stayed mad at you for long.” 

Din gave you a quick half smile before he cupped your face with one hand and pulled you back into another kiss. This kiss was much more heated and passionate. You moaned into the kiss as you felt Din shuffle your bodies towards his bed, and you were more than happy to let him lead you there. 

Din broke away just for a moment to say your name. He waited for your eyes to open and meet his before he spoke again, “I love you.”

You smiled widely as you kissed him again, “I love you too, Din.”

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Notes: Thank you all so much for the amazing response to chapter 1!! I really appreciate all the love on this!! This chapter was really just fluff and falling in love before the dramatic climax in the last chapter. I hope you all are enjoying my take on this tale! Taglists are open so let me know if you’d like to be added to my Pedro characters, Din Djarin or just Hades!Din lists.

[murusagi]

[Shuuen no Virche -Error:Salvation-] Ceres' Short Story Translation

the original can be found here

This is a story that took place a year ago, when I met "him" for the first time at the field of Lycoris noige.

In a corner of Kuhne, at an orphanage managed by Sister Salome, there lived a girl who was known as "the God of Death" and feared by a lot of people. That girl is me, Ceres.

Due to the townspeople's stares, I barely left the orphanage and spent my days helping out at the facility. It was as if I was in hiding. However, working as a temporary staff means that I have to finish any given task thrown at me. Therefore, for the first time ever, I decided to go out shopping by myself.

***

The moment I arrived at the town plaza, a stir ran through the people.

"'The God of Death' is here." "Get lost right at this instant."

"..."

Having all those people look at me while saying such things… It made me scared. It made my heart ache. It made me sad.

The only thing I could do to get along with them was…

"Good afternoon…"

I put an ambiguous, fake smile on my face. After doing so, people who looked at me with such hatred simply turned their faces away. I passed by the church in a hurry.

…

…..

"Oh, my. Is the girl who passed by just now… Ceres? How rare of her to go out alone… But looking at her… Hmm."

"Sighs. I'm ashamed that I can't be of any help. I hope a day will come where you can walk around outside without looking down… I wish there's something that an adult like me, whose days are numbered, can do to help you."

***

Sister Salome… Mom asked me to prepare for the ingredients in Marche and deliver a letter to the state research institute, where relivers are created. In order to go to the institute, which is located in the centre of the country, I walked down the street in the district of the rich, Syude.

Even in a district full of people who can live leisurely like this, when I passed by the biggest mansion there… From an open window, something as thin as a cloth slowly fell to my hand. I grabbed it in a hurry.

"A novel… manuscript?"

I wonder if it belonged to the owner of this mansion. I took a quick look at the manuscript. Despite that, I could tell the words written there were filled with excitement.

(No. I shouldn't read it without their permission. It's rude. Still, I can't help but be curious about what kind of person who lives here to be able to write such a beautiful story.)

No matter how curious I was, it would be too suspicious of me to suddenly visit a big mansion like this--especially because we didn't know each other. I gave the manuscript to a male guard who happened to walk near the gate and continued to head to the research district, Cerunevor.

…

…..

(T-Thank goodness. Someone picked up the manuscript. I'll have Jean go get it after this.)

(However, I couldn't express my gratitude to the person who picked it up. She has such beautiful golden hair. I could tell even from afar.)

***

I finally arrived at the state research institute, giving the letter Mom wrote to a male guard there.

Thinking I would only be a bother if I stayed there too long, I quickly left as soon as I said my thanks.

At that time…

"...?"

I felt like someone was staring at me. However, when I looked back, the guard had already looked out in another direction.

(Maybe it's only my imagination.)

Mom must be worried about me. Thinking that, I started walking back home.

…

…..

"Hmm. Just when I thought I saw someone with a striking hair color… I see. So she's the so-called 'the God of Death.' Even from this distance, I can tell she's such a gloomy little girl. I don't want her near me under any circumstances."

***

…..

"Did the handymen Krewn do something again?"

"I heard they found a child drowning and rescued them!"

"But the water was quite rough due to the heavy storm last night, you know? Man… They sure have the guts to risk their lives to save others even though they haven't made any preparation to be relivers."

Handyman. If I remember correctly, they run a service that is willing to take any kinds of requests in Kuhne, especially from those who are particularly in trouble. I heard people trust them more than the guards who protect the country.

(Must be nice…)

Me too.

(If only I had the power to save other people like them, and not the power to kill people…)

I couldn't let my presence ruin such a happy atmosphere, so I decided to take a detour to go back to the orphanage.

"...Hm?"

"What's wrong, Yves? Why are you suddenly looking back?"

"Hugo. Ah. No. I just felt like someone was staring at me."

(I'm not sure why, but I'm feeling really down because I don't know who it is. Do I know them? Or not…)

(I know it's strange to even say, 'See you again,' but I hope I get the chance to talk to them next time. I'm curious to know what kind of person who was looking at me.)

***

My little journey, which was filled with longing for other people, finally came to an end.

Even though there were a lot of instances where I felt "scared" and "sad," I managed to get back "home."

"Do you really think it's okay to let her go out by herself? I'm going to go after her…"

From behind the door, I could hear my precious "brother" talking to Mom.

(Adolphe is such a worrywart. He never changes.)

The frustration in his voice turned the "fear" I had been feeling since a little while ago into "relief."

I put a little bit of strength to open the door.

Instead of the fake smile I put on before, I gave my family a heartfelt smile. There was only one thing I had to say to my family who had been waiting for my return.

"I'm home…!"

Going outside made me realize once again how this place gives me a small happiness in my despair-filled life.

[crownshattered-moved]

|| Alright, here’s a REVISED info post for Rosalie~

Rosalie Mackenzie Poe, younger sister to Edgar Allan Poe by 5 years. Rose is currently 23. 

Rose was very close to her brother when she was young, but when she turned five years old, the death of their parents caused the siblings to be split apart. Rose was taken in by the Mackenzie family, where she lived for three years until her adoptive parents died in the Great War when she was eight. From there Rose lived in an orphanage until she was sixteen. 

Orphanage life was similar for Rose as it was for Lucy in the sense that she wasn’t singled out and hated like Atsushi, but she was treated poorly along with the rest of the children. (i do not have it plotted that Rose and Lucy came from the same orphanage, but would be open to that idea if someone wanted to plot that with me). Given that Rose used to live a fairly nice and stable life in terms of wealth and basic needs before, this was a drastic and harsh change for her. However, it was here that she met her best friend, who had an ability named “Lenore”. The two grew up together, but when they were both sixteen, Rose’s friend grew terribly ill and wouldn’t get better. The girl knew that she would die, so right before her illness took her, she gave Rose her ability and told her that she would have a better use for it than her.

The ability didn’t manifest at first, and Rose found herself too grief-ridden by the loss of her first and closest friend to figure out why that was. That is until she was visited by a raven. She spoke with it (though the conversation on the raven’s part was all in her mind) and it told her that yes, the grief is overbearing and she will never be fully rid of it, but she can choose to let it overwhelm her or she could use the ability her friend gave her to finally escape this terrible place. So, Rose did. And upon summoning her ability, she learned that it was no longer called “Lenore” but is instead now “The Raven”. 

Rose ran away from the orphanage at 16 years old with nothing but herself, her new raven companion, and an ability she still struggled to use and lived on the street. When she was 17, she found an article in the paper about an investigation competition, and the runner-up was very familiar. She realized that this was her long-lost brother, so she did everything she could to try and find him--she never did, given that he spent most of his time locked up in his room after that.

She made money by writing short stories, but it wasn’t much. Even so, it was enough to get by. When she realized her brother was in Japan of all places, she impulsively bought a one-way ticket to that far-off country to find him again.

Rose is largely based off of the short story “The Raven”, which you guys can probably tell XDD She is rather impulsive and argumentative, and her biggest flaw is never knowing when to shut up. She was seen as “touched in the head” because of her forwardness, but that’s really just an issue with deeming outward spoken women as “crazy”. She still has her pet raven whom she has named “Nevermore”.

Rose’s ability, “Lenore”/”The Raven” is very similar to Demon Snow in the sense that it’s a giant battle lady that she commands. The ability manifests itself to look quite a bit like Rose’s deceased friend, which does hurt Rose quite a bit. Even though the ability is now called “The Raven” under Rose’s control, she still calls the actual manifested form of the ability “Lenore”. This ability is based off of both the short story “The Raven” and the poem “Lenore”. Yeah, the ability Lenore and the best friend both represent the wife of the narrator in the stories.

Rose’s friend was her gay awakening, but she doesn’t talk about that since it hurts~ She isn’t actually fully gay; she’s pan but female leaning. 

[justyourfriendlynhspooderman]

Batfam x Child!Reader - Confused Pt. 2

Guess who’s back after like year

Honestly I didn’t want to come back to it but I decided just to go with it. Hopefully the small amount of people reading this will enjoy it. I hated the first part but here’s the link to it if you haven’t read it yet!

Batfam x childreader! - Confused pt. 1

Just a quick warning, there’s swearing in this one!

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“Knock Knock Knock”

A man, who was definitely a bit older, opened the door. “Ah, Master Dick,” The man started in a thick but posh British accent. “Welcome home.” He bowed a bit and opened the door wider for “master Richard” to walk in. “Thank you Alfred.” 

Dick and Alfred. Got it. 

Y/n made sure to remember their names, not wanting to be rude. “And what do we have here?” Alfred asks with a small smile and his brows raised. “My name is Y/n L/n,” she bowed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Alfred looked at Dick with a questionable face. Dick just shrugged with a nervous chuckle. “No need for that Miss L/n, up you go.” She stood up straight and nodded. Alfred turned his attention back on Dick, waiting for an explanation. “I found her looking at the mansion when I came back from patrol and I asked her what she was doing. Apparently, she’s an orphan so I kinda just decided to keep her…..?” The end of his sentence turned into a question instead of a statement. 

Y/n looked at Alfred curiously as he nodded. It was so weird. He definitely had emotion but didn’t really show anything. It was almost completely stoic. She nodded to herself and decided that she liked him.

“Would you like to show her to Master Bruce sir?” Alfred says. Dick sighed and nodded, “I guess I kinda have to.” He mumbled. “It was nice meeting you Miss L/n.” She did another quick bow, “Thank you for your hospitality, Mister Alfred.” She stood up quickly and ran after Dick.

Her tiny legs slowed down as she finally caught up with him. “You’re very fast mister,” she panted. He looked down at her. “How old are you?” he questioned, realizing how small she actually was. “I’m four.” she looked at her hands making sure she was holding up the right amount. Sometimes she screwed up. Her fingers were just so tiny it was hard to bend them correctly. “Yeah,” she smiled excitedly for doing it right the first time. “Four.” He looked at her curiously. “Four? That’s pretty young,” he added. “I guess,” she shrugged. “But I’m turning five next week!” Dick chuckled at her on and off going excitement. “I guess we’ll have to celebrate then huh?” she looked at him. “Really? I’ve never had a birthday party before!” Y/n felt kinda weird. I mean, it was common for her to feel excitement but definitely not this much. “Then it’s gonna have to be huge in that case.” She tried to hold the bounce in her step after he said that.

“Who are you talking to Grayson?” An almost harsh voice said. It was coming from Y/n’s right. She leaned forward to try and see past Dick. A boy who looked around 10-13 was standing in front of an open door which Y/n assumed was his room. 

“How are you Dami. Awwww, I found a quick nickname for youuu~” Dick says in a baby voice and pinches the boy’s cheeks. “Don’t touch me you filthy hag.” He shouts and swats his hands away, but Dick didn’t seem to take any offense to it. “This is Y/n, she’s probably gonna be living with us from now on so treat her like your little sister okay?” Was he babying him? Y/n couldn’t really tell. 

“What do you mean she’s going to be living with us?” The boy’s voice cuts her from her thoughts. “Where the hell did you even get her? Off the streets, I’m assuming.” He talked in almost a proper manner but definitely not a proper tone. “Actually yeah, she’s an orphan like the rest of us,” Dick grabs Y/n’s hand and pulls her gently to his side so Damian can see her better. I mean, she tried her best to stay clean but it was kinda hard when you don’t really have anywhere to live. Damian scoffed, “I’m the only one with actual Wayne blood.” 

Dick patted his head, “Well it was nice running into you little bro but now we gotta leave.” He started walking, still holding the toddler's hand. Y/n waved at the boy even though she was sure he didn’t like her very much. Damian just stared back at her. He would rather die than admit this, but a tiny part of him wanted to pat her head. “Tch, whatever,” he mumbled and walked back into his room. 

Dick was quiet for a moment. “Wait, you live with Bruce Wayne? That’s a bit random,” Y/n says. “Well...Uh, it’s complicated.” He just realized he pretty much told a child his secret identity and probably everyone else's by bringing her inside. Her brows furrowed but tried to hide her confusion. 

There were sudden shouts coming from what seemed to be a kitchen of some sort. “Great, now look what you’ve done!” “I didn’t do anything, this was your fault, Drake!” “Yeah right, you’re just so angsty you just had to push me huh?” “Not my fault you’re so fucking clumsy.” Dick covered Y/n’s ears quickly. “You bumped into me.” “Keep telling yourself that.” The taller one says. “What do you want Dick?” The other one says harshly, now aware of his presence, and was definitely annoyed. His eyes widen when he sees the small girl whose face was being slightly squashed because of Dick’s hands. He removed them after both of them seemed to be more confused than calm. “What the hell is that?” Jason blurts. “It’s a child dumbass.” “I know that shithead, why is she here?” Jason retorts.  “Well right now I’m wishing she wasn’t so she wouldn’t have to listen to you two fight like an old married couple.” He says sassily. “Answer the damn question, Grayson,” Jason growls. “Alright alright, chill. She is here because I brought her here.” “I’m going to murder you.” He sighed, annoyed. Dick rolled his eyes. “She’s an orphan and you know the orphanage kinda broke or something so here she is I guess,” he says, finally giving a complete answer. Not gonna lie, she was honestly kinda scared and probably a little shy. Dick felt his arm being tugged and looked down to see Y/n hiding behind it but her eyes were still peeking out. “Now look what you did, you scared her,” Tim says to Jason. “What do you mean I scared her. We wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for you.” “Oh my god, I’m not gonna even try anymore.” “So now you want to acknowledge what you did.” “I swear to god I am going to pour my burning coffee all over you.” 

Dick sighed and used his other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.  “This one is Jason,” Dick says to Y/n, pointing at the taller one. “This one is-” “A dumbass, this one is a dumbass.” Jason finished for Dick, glaring at the shorter one. “This one is Tim.” He says again, pointing to the shorter one. “I hate you. I have decided to pour the coffee and no one is stopping me.” Tim says. “Try me bitch.” Y/n could tell Dick was losing his patience. “Can you stop with the freaking swear words!” Dick shouts suddenly. “Well sooorry Mr. I can’t hear the word ‘fuck’ or I’ll throw holy water on you.” Tim rolled his eyes at Jason’s response. 

“Well I don’t know if you were paying attention or not, but there’s a small child, who doesn’t look older than 6, in the same room as us right now and I don’t think she should be listening to you cuss out profanities because you think you’re emo or something.” Timothy sassed slightly and Jason grumbled something under his breath. 

“We’re going now but have fun with whatever...this is,” Dick says motioning to the mess. Y/n waved behind Dicks arm, still a bit shy. Dick grabs Y/n’s hand again and walks off. “Oh yeah, you wanna go?” she could hear Jason shout in the distance, probably at something Time had said. 

Dick looked a bit annoyed with what just happened. “Mister Dick,” he looked at her. “What does dumbass mean?” (Listen I know I said she was smart but I don’t care at this point) His eyes widened. “It’s uh-It’s a meaner way of saying stupid butt.” Her brows furrowed. “Why would someone call something like that? It’s not a very good insult.” he shrugged. “Good question however I do not know the answer.” 

Dick opens a door to reveal a pretty normal study/office other than it was gigantic. He looks at Y/n and sighs. “I’m going to have to have to cover your eyes.” She nods and puts her hands over her eyes, turning around in the process. There was a loud but weird noise, almost like gears moving or something. “Alright, come on.” She turns around and removes her hands. Her small e/c orbs widen. There was a big gray elevator thingy in place of where the wide bookshelves should have been. She walked in slowly, being cautious. 

“It’s okay, I promise. It’s actually really cool.” She looked back up at Dick and nodded slowly.

 This family 100 percent confused her. They were weird. Really weird.

 Maybe she should have stayed outside.   

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Sorry it was really short, I still hope you enjoyed it nevertheless. I’m probably going to end it here unless people start wanting a part three. I’ll try to start posting more once I get ideas on what to write. Hope you all have a fabulous dayyyy  

[badwolf-winchester]

Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

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