#bringing two ocs back killing two birds with one stone

[angelfoodscake]

ruben and unnamed toad oc

experimented a bit with the colours/effects on this one. not sure if overdone , but i think it looks nice

[aheckinmess]

Weak Spot (Dad Sukuna)

(Part 1 of Cursed, Not Cute.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Dad Sukuna, OC Child, Mildly Out of Character?, I Mean I Tried, I Really Tried to Keep Him in Character, Given the Circumstances, But Just in Case, Sukuna's Daughter, And Yes She Has His Sass

Word Count: 1,021 words

Summary: After Ryomen Sukuna has complete control of Japan as the King of Curses, he has a child that he's determined to train into a vessel of villainy, just like him. Things don't exactly go according to plan.

Chapter 1: Weak Spot

Sukuna should have seen it coming the second the damned woman told him she was with child. A night of passion and lust had resulted in a child of his own. One that he knew would be hellbent on destruction, just like him.

“I will raise you to be stronger even than me.” Flames reflected in his red eyes as he glared over the crumbled city below. He rocked her in his arms to the cadence of screaming victims below. “You cannot be weak if you’re going to inherit my legacy.”

A little girl with pink and brown hair looked up at him, babbling and cooing with a radiant smile. A smile reflecting paternal affection, dependence, and unyielding trust.

These were emotions he’d always thought he’d easily dismiss when the child was born. But truth be told? She wrapped him around her finger a little more with every passing day.

“We will rule this world together, you and I.” He promised.

The moment he felt such buzzing warmth for her, he should have killed her. Hell, he should have killed Asuka as soon as she’d said she was pregnant. Killed two birds with one stone.

But now, looking into his daughter’s eyes, his resolve crumbled. Her dark, pleading eyes squeezed a part of his soul that should have been dead long ago. He grit his teeth, raising his hand again to slice off her head. She’s just another obstacle in my reign of terror and misery! She has to go!

So what stopped him?

Those eyes. Those wide, loving eyes. Eyes that still stared at him with trust and adoration even as he held her life in the balance. A respect for her father that stood unshakeable even in the face of death.

“Are you going to kill me, Father?” Her lip quivered, though he’d long since taught her to be brave and keep her head high during her final moments.

Sukuna, for once, found himself speechless. With a roar, he threw his hands down before pacing across the balcony. Four sets of knuckles gripped the railing until they turned white, flattening metal with his great strength. This damn child. This. Damn. Child!

“I apologize, Father.” Her soft voice floated over to him. “I never intended for my weakness to cause you dishonor.”

“Silence.” Sukuna’s throat tightened in his fury.

The sound of crackling flames drowned out the silence between them as she listened obediently. Perhaps that’s why I’m so remiss to end her life. She's strong. Strong and obedient. Sukuna’s eyes met the gaze of a frantic woman clutching her child to her chest on the street as a curse cornered both of them. He flicked his wrist and the woman and her child dropped in a bloody mass without a second thought.

“I raised you to carry on my legacy,” He growled, slamming his fist down against the damaged metal and turning to her. For once, his brows wrinkled with pain, something he hadn’t felt in years. “Yet you stand before me, unwilling to follow the path of destruction I’ve set. Do you think I would just support your path of good fortune to others?!”

Her second set of hands always gave her away. While the bottom pair stayed by her side, she hid the top pair behind her back, fidgeting as her eyes glistened.

“No, sir.” She whispered.

“Do you expect me to accept such weakness from my own flesh and blood?!”

“No, sir.”

“Then what do you expect, Besu?!” He snapped, digging his nails into her cheeks as his frustration mounted.

“I don’t know.” She admitted.

Blood marred the sides of her face as he tried one more time to use his great strength to bring her a swift end. But he could only watch the blood drip from her chin before he pulled his hand back.

“Well, I don’t know either!” He huffed, raking two hands through his hair as the other two rested on his hips. With a heavy sigh, he responded as softly as the Curse King had ever dared. “I know what I should do.”

She didn’t say anything, and neither of them needed to. Sukuna knew she was a brilliant child. She was his offspring, after all. So she knew he should kill her, as opposed to giving her a gentle ending. They both knew he lacked gentleness with everyone.

Everyone but her. Why her?! I killed Asuka as soon as Besu no longer needed her milk. So why? Why, why, why?!

“I love you.”

Those words. Those damned words! Only she had ever uttered them. He’d never found a need for them from anyone else.

He whipped his hand around and bruised her cheek with the flat of his palm. She barely flinched and kept her back straight.

She knew not to say such things. She knew. Words had power. Those three little words already drove him to his knees as he rubbed a thumb over the growing welt, healing it in seconds.

“Love is weak.” He hissed, looking directly into her eyes. “I’ve told you that time and time again, Besu. You know that love is weak and…and…” He paused, waiting for the anger to pummel relentlessly into her before he broke. “And…and dammit, I love you too!” He clutched her against his chest. “I love you and I hate it!”

For those few moments he could only hold her and wish she were a newborn again, reveling in the fallen world with him. He wished she were not this sweet and precious 7-year-old holding his heart in the palm of her hands as she told him she didn’t want to be evil. He wished he did not feel this overwhelming urge to protect her until his dying breath. He wished he did not enjoy the relief that flooded him knowing she still breathed against his chest, trusting him with every inhale and exhale.

No. He wished he did not have a daughter at all. Because for the first time in history, Ryomen Sukuna had a weak spot.

And he knew it wouldn’t take long for the world to notice.

Continue Reading -> Ch. 2

[cherrypikkins]

Here is my contribution for today's prompt for @fe-oc-week Oct 12 - Tragedy.

With more related Kitt lore!

(cw blood, injury, torture, human experimentation, death, body horror)

note: related artwork and lore inspired by Aesop's story of The Woodman and the Serpent

more below the cut!

The Crest of Gwyn This crest was named for the hero who bore it, and the only person known in Fodlan's history to do so. And yet, there are theories on how it may manifest in the absence of a descendant. When Macuil forged Canopus, the Sacred Axe, he enlisted the aid of Saint Cichol and Saint Cethleann to properly attune it to the Crest of Gwyn. As such, one can posit that if an ordinary person was connected to Gwyn by blood or some other fashion, no matter how distant, then they can be made to bear a Crest. All this required was an infusion of blood from Saint Cichol and Saint Cethleann themselves.

None can say for certain how large of a transfusion is required, nor what the side effects may be - only that the recipient is forever changed. As with all blood rituals, there is always a risk that things can go horribly wrong - or horribly right.

Knowing this, Seteth and Flayn proceeded with the ritual under the permission of Archbishop Rhea, deeming that by saving one person's life, there was a chance that they could yet bring back another - and in killing two birds with one stone, put all past wrongs to rights.

Whether Kitt was informed in full beforehand of what this ritual entailed, and the true motivation behind it, is a different story.

The Capricious One - Part III …Condemning their transgressions as an utter betrayal of the Goddess, the Immaculate One flew into a rage. In one fell stroke, she struck down the Capricious One before Sothis could hear their defense and pass judgment.

The moment this blow was inflicted upon the Capricious One, their tail voluntarily separated from their body, and transformed into a snake-like creature that slithered into the grass and fled in terror, bearing a glowing sigil upon its forehead. This was noticed only by The Hammer of Judgment, who said nothing to anyone of what he had witnessed.

As the Capricious One writhed violently from their injuries, the Goddess immediately reprimanded her daughter for her actions, causing Seiros to be greatly, genuinely repentant.

But no matter what her regret, the damage was done. The wrath of the Immaculate One had been so great that the Capricious One was horrifically wounded beyond anyone's ability to mend, and was reduced to a flailing, feral creature that could not even speak - only scream. Their body became a shifting, seething, unrecognizable mass that was more monster than Nabatean or human. Their blood burned black and became toxic to any who touched it. The Nabateans who once looked upon their troublesome kin with disdain and contempt could only do so now in pity and horror.

Unable to watch them suffer any longer, The Hammer of Judgment petitioned the Goddess to show mercy. Sothis was amenable, but refused to grant mercy in a way that allowed the Capricious One to escape punishment. Instead of ending the Capricious One's misery, she sealed them underground so that they may repent for a time in darkness and isolation, and perhaps even heal on their own away from the prying eyes of their kin. It is said that the writhing of the Capricious One stirred the earth and formed the underground cavern systems that now house the infrastructure of Abyss.

As punishment for denying her kin the right to stand trial, the Progenitor God challenged the Immaculate One with the formidable task of restoring the Capricious One to full health and ensuring that true justice would be delivered, no matter how long it took to do so. Hence did the Immaculate One swore before her mother to fulfill this task and make amends.

Since the Capricious One was bereft of speech and was no longer able to defend or justify their actions, it remained unknown whether the Capricious One truly desired for the downfall of their own family, or if they wished only to protect and fight for humanity.

Several years later, the Goddess Sothis was murdered by Nemesis, who went on to massacre the remaining Nabateans at Zanado. In an effort to gain allies and honor the oath made to the late Sothis, Saint Seiros and Saint Cichol ventured underground in search of the Capricious One. They were accompanied by Saint Cethleann, a healer of mythic power, with the hope that she alone would be able to restore the Capricious One to full health. The Capricious One would be given a chance at redemption and serve in the war to be waged against Nemesis and his Elites. Thus would the Immaculate One fulfill her vow at last, and make amends long overdue.

To their dismay, the Capricious One was nowhere to be found. Upon further investigation, they discovered the remnants of a monstrous form that had been scavenged and picked upon in a manner similar to ants feasting on a dying animal. Scales, flesh, blood and bone all stripped away until barely even a skeleton remained - all while the wretched creature had still been alive. What little traces remained proved that the creature was very likely Nabatean.

Horrified by what they had discovered, Seiros, Cichol, and Cethleann conferred and agreed to never speak of this to anyone. They returned to the surface, distraught by their failure and the gruesome fate of their kin.

What they failed to glean was that those who slithered in the dark had already discovered the writhing form of the Capricious One long before the Saints began their investigation. These vultures repaid the generosity of their former ally and hero with a slow and agonizing death. Trapped, alone, and unable to fight back, the creature could do nothing as those who slithered in the dark harvested the very parts of their body down to the last scale, the last drop of blood, everything, until there was nothing left. With these bodily remains, they crafted the final relic - Carnwennan, the Illusory Knife.

But despite their efforts, they were unable to recover the most valuable prize of all - the Crest Stone of the Mist Dragon - which was nowhere to be found. And so, the final relic remained incomplete and dormant. It is said that the knife itself is cursed, and that those who were unworthy yet still presumed to wield it would have to contend with all the pain and torment and anger suffered by Capricious One. Even those who experimented with mere drops of the Nabatean's blood suffered horrific mutations, transforming into monsters bereft of reason.

The knife was sealed in a cache - which one day mysteriously vanished during an underground battle between dissenting Agarthan factions.

Back on the surface, it was not long until the War of Heroes and Saints engulfed all of Fodlan. Somewhere in the Oghma mountains, unbeknownst to all, a serpentine creature emerged from a lake hidden in the wilderness. Upon its forehead, it bore a glowing red stone.

Transforming into a human, they began to make their way deeper south into the mountain forest, towards a refugee encampment under attack by monsters.

News reached Seiros that a warrior-lord had declared that a refuge at Lake Annwen was now under their rule and protection. Only then did Cichol speak of what he had seen on the day the Capricious One was struck down.

[crumbledcastle28]

Two Birds with One Stone

Pairing: miguel x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: Miguel is of the opinion that revenge is best served cold.

Warnings: blood! violent miguel, swearing, cocky miguel, probably incorrect science, some biblical references, descriptions of dead bodies, HEA. Technically a part two to Come Hell or High Water, but can be read on its own.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read part one, especially @vanilla-sweets @blueberry-thrawn @freehentai. You guys rock.

Word Count: 1.3k Type: blurb

Miguel O'Hara never knew how easy it would be rely on the omnipresent arrogance of a narcissistic Doc Oc variant. It was shocking, really, how little the Doctor believed himself capable of making a mistake. One could argue that it was his downfall, his Achilles heel, his fatal flaw.

Miguel was beginning to learn that everyone had one of those, his being the woman the Doctor still had in his titanium clutches, and that was okay. Because if there was one thing Miguel was nauseatingly good at, it was at finding people's faults.

Funny enough, he had found the way to get you back purely unwittingly.

He had been staring at his orchestra of beaming yellow monitors in the early hours of the morning and fell into the insatiably seductive trap of merely "resting his eyes."

"Just for a minute," he whispered, voice dripping in aching exhaustion, and dropped his head right onto the keyboard.

After a moment, he was woken by a piercing ringing in his ears. He figured it was a rogue anomaly alarm, causing him to bring his tender neck up and his swollen eyes scanning his screens once more. It took a few seconds for Miguel to process what he was looking at.

A tiny, flashing, lime green light blinking right at the center of the Spider-Verse, its diagnostic reading "Anomaly Found, Canon At Risk."

He shook his head, readying himself for disappointment. There was no way the Doctor would just...reveal himself, right? Unless it was a trap? Or some kind of scheme?

Or maybe, just maybe, the Doctor had made a mistake.

Miguel clicked on the diagnostic, reading further into the fine print. His eyes squinted as he read, one word from the comprehensive paragraph burning into his beaten frontal lobe.

Being currently dozing.

He rubbed his eyes, reading the words again, and again, and again.

The Doctor had fucking fallen asleep, effectively de-powering his tracking repellant installed in the chip of his brainstem. Without his conscious mind keeping the arms powered, therefore not keeping the inhibitor powered, his restrictions on his location were terminated.

Therefore, the restrictions on your location were terminated.

Miguel felt coolness drape itself over his body, a twitching sensation begin in his left eye, and an itching, tiny, yet incandescent glow begin to bloom across his chest and down his thighs.

The familiar, almost homey, grounding feeling of calculation and strategizing washed over him like a baptism. Renewing him from the wallowing man he had been, to the righteous one he was.

He knew how to be quick. He knew how to be efficient. He knew that getting you out was the main priority, while defeating the Doctor was secondary.

But Miguel had never been talented at only using his head.

A chilling, feline smile etched its way onto his face, his fangs dipping slightly over his bottom lip. His triceps flexed, his eyes narrowed, and his determination dropped like a stone in his stomach, sending ripples through the rest of his muscles.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

"In the name of efficiency, of course," he mumbled, and powered up his gizmo.

~*~

Miguel O'Hara realized two things at once.

Firstly, Miguel didn't realize what he had done. The scope of it, the brevity, the fucking gore of it. Not until he stood still, the Doctor's mutilated corpse in front of him, metallic arms ripped from his body, clutched in Miguel's hands, dripping ooze and blood and bone.

Miguel didn't realize what he had done until that moment, and consecutively, how little he cared.

He hadn't hesitated. Not when the Doctor begged for mercy, just as Miguel had done. Not when the light began to slowly fade from the Doctor's eyes as his back became shredded, his spine shattered, and his brain ripped in half. Not when blood so red it was almost wine colored began dripping from Miguel's claws, effectively soaking the skin of his abdomen and upper thighs. No, Miguel hadn't hesitated.

And he didn't fucking care.

"Y/N," he yelled, throwing the dismembered pieces onto the metallic floor. He was in a warehouse of some kind, likely of the Doctor's own design. It was cold, grey, and composed of only panels and panels of sound-proof metal. No one could hear what was happening from the outside, and no one inside could hear what was happening outside.

His skin crawled and his jaw clenched at the thought.

He yelled your name once, twice, three more times. His fangs protruding from how wide he was opening his mouth, his deep bloodlust-filled voice regurgitating across the walls in an echo with a thrilling crescendo. He began to panic, his chest puffing at the thought that the Doctor had taken you somewhere else. That he sacrificed himself on purpose to send Miguel on an endless goose chase that ended with his own eventual death.

Because he would never stop searching. Never. You were worth spending the rest of his life a shepherd, looking for his one lost sheep.

He opened his mouth and strained his vocal chords one final time, and just as he was about to scream your name in a way that made every emotion he was feeling completely transparent to you, he heard a clanging from beneath his feet, and the muffled sound of his name.

His eyes locked on the bolts surrounding the small square he was standing on, as well as a small vent near his left foot, and realization washed over him.

It took him less than fifteen seconds to pry the hatch open, and pull you out.

His brain became muffled at the sight of you again - eyes he had gotten to know the color of so well, mouth with lips he could never seem to wipe away the feeling of, neck and jawline he had been desperate to trace one last time. Your features had always been striking to him, and with the blood and grime from the last few days strewn across them, he somehow found them even more so.

He only took a few seconds to admire you before practically tearing your suit in half, inspecting your wounds.

"Miguel," you said, you voice noticeably groggier from multiple days without use, "he let me bandage and clean them. I'm fine."

Miguel ran his fingers over your middle, inspecting your craftsmanship, pressing down on the bandages to ensure any bleeding or oozing had long since passed. He felt your soft fingers grasp underneath his chin, bringing his head up. You didn't hesitate to press his equally dirty forehead to yours, closing your eyes, breathing him in.

"I'm fine," you repeated, and Miguel exhaled shakily.

He let himself bask in the moment, forgetting the pain and carnage of the past, and the uncertainty of the future. Here he was, here and now, with his woman.

He hadn't failed you.

You brushed his hair from his face before pressing a quick kiss to his chiseled cheekbone. You then attempted to stand up before halting halfway, your face grimacing at the strain of the motion against your torn muscles.

He rotated your worn body into his arms, picking you up as a husband would his bride, and holding you close. He walked you from the warehouse, leaving the Doctor's body to wither and rot.

He grinned down at you. "How did you get him to fall asleep?"

You snorted, eyes closing against his swol chest. "You said I could experiment with my suit whenever I wanted. I took advantage of the opportunity," you said with a yawn.

Miguel's eyebrows furrowed when he caught the cocktail of scents in the air - carly sage, fresh roses, and a hint of lavender oil. You must have installed a ventilation of it as a fail-safe, the vent in your dungeon the perfect vessel to permeate it around the room.

He couldn't help but grin. "You truly scare me sometimes."

You looked up at Miguel one last time before succumbing to the exhaustion of your wounds. "You've never scared me."

He had never heard anything sweeter.

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@leahkenobi @buckysblondie @tayleighuh

[penncilkid]

Welcome to the first of several Sam/Milo posts! /lh

Let's start simple with the overall dynamic notes (under the cut because it's gonna be lengthy /lh)

-Pairing Adjustment: Milo/SH + Sam/Darlin —> Milo/Sam + SH/Darlin (This is tailored heavily towards my listener OCs ssssssh /lh)

-Milo and SH have a brief (physical) situation of sorts around the end of the shade case, but ultimately decide to be friends instead

-Milo brings SH around the pack for one reason or another, which is how them and Darlin end up meeting. They have a slow burn but like *slow* burn ‘cause they’re meeting before the Quinn stuff really pops off

-When the Quinn stuff *does* happen and Darlin leaves, Milo ends up getting a bit of info on Quinn from David, SH, or both, and he starts going around and trying to find the fucker that fucked with one of his closest friends.

-The timing of Milo and Sam meeting (in my vision) coincides closely with A) the audio where Milo talks about being teased/belittled by the pack and B) Fred and Bright’s turning. This is very very important because:

-In my heart of hearts, *Milo and Sam have such a visceral first meeting* (/lh). Early them is so full of sass and bite and snarky attitude, which is amplified by them both being stressed/pushed to a point. I’m imagining them getting into it badly enough that they’re yelling/fussing to the point that another vampire at the estate is like “What is happening out there—” (Timeline wise, that’s around early Nov. 2020 iirc)

-Have I mentioned the sass and bite? *Because it really is one of my favorite things about these two together.* Like imagine Sam making a sarcastic jab at Milo with a smirk, only for Milo to later return it with an “I told you so” and middle finger? It’s so fun

-Something I’ll expand upon later is Milo’s dynamic with Fred and Bright and how that influences this pairing. Besides me thinking Milo would call Sam out for being a hardheaded piece of shit when it comes to those two, I’ve quickly become attached to the idea that Bright specifically could reach out to Milo to talk. My version of Fred and Bright have a kind of tense relationship until right before/around the start of Inversion, and Milo being a non-vampiric space to turn to is so tasty.

-The other reason why I’m enjoying this idea so much is because I want Milo to be actively involved in the whole “Darlin came to Dahlia but is hiding” plot point. In general, I love eyeing this when it comes to Darlin rarepairs. In this context, it’s basically Milo feeling like “Two people around me aren’t telling me jack shit and it’s driving me insane” (because at this point, SH and Darlin are definitely dating so SH *has* to know stuff as well). Milo doesn’t want to ambush them (D) but pretending like he’s not upset hearing they’re being reckless again wouldn’t be possible.

-My canon divergent solution to this? Milo talks to David about how he can also tell Darlin’s back in town but no one’s telling him anything. David’s “kill two birds with one stone” solution is to have Milo be the one to go and talk to Darlin directly. The Sam/David call still takes place, but instead of him being the one to talk to Darlin, he mentions how he’s sending someone in his place. (Sam’s proximity to the pack at this point is up for debate but I feel like this still works fairly well)

-This is everything to me because in both cases, we have a speaker wanting more information about someone close to them that only the other has. I think that’s a funky parallel. I also think this would be a good catalyst for Sam and Milo to finally get together, especially since this would give them a few months of officially dating before the solstice/Inversion (it always comes back to Inversion at some point)

///

[Bonus: Quinn related stuff]

-This is a tweaked version of my usual Darlin/Quinn canon, but in the context of this ship, I think they’d have a very transactional relationship/dynamic. It’s one that SH finds out about early-ish/when things start to get rough for Darlin

-At some point, SH approaches Darlin (again, knowing that Darlin and Quinn have some sort of complex situationship of sorts). Them convincing Darlin that they (D) deserve more, that they (SH) can offer them more, that they can see the intense chemistry between them— It leads to Darlin turning the dynamic with Quinn into one of feeding only (no sex) because them and SH start dating.

-Either Quinn tries to convince Darlin otherwise a few times *or* he tries to bring them into other sinister things he’s doing (which would admittedly be more canon compliant honestly—) but either way, their clear line in the sand wis what leads to them (Darlin/Quinn) getting into it and Darlin having to go home for a bit

-As a mini palette cleanser: I also think about SH coming to visit Darlin while they’re in Washington

[bulldog-geckorahhhhh]

I'm sorry sir but YOUR OC DID WHAT TO A WHAT/silly

HEHE

Ok I feel like I owe the public an actual explanation. LORE TIME

So Livia (the oc in question) is an ornithologist, bird lover and all the things. They value birds over human life, and actively resent people. They don’t go out of their way to show it- but if it was a persons life and a birds life on the line, they’d save the bird.

Livia is also, in the cult of the eyes! They joined because they believed they had the opportunity to gain immense knowledge! (Specifically about birds) AND they were very not so secretly hoping, that they could beg the Eyes to bring back extinct birds. Specifically passenger pigeons! They have been thinking of lies and excuses for years they know how to explain this PLEASE bring the birds back. Liv and the Eyes eventually formed some manner of bond, romantically!

So, very basic liv rundown complete. Now- the whole “pregnancy” thing.

Liv works with birds, it’s their whole thing. And they end up watching several eggs hatch over the course of a year. So one time, they were in charge of a clutch of duck eggs. And the ducklings hatched! Yayyy! Except, one of them was very unwell. It was clear she wasn’t going to make it. And Liv values avian life over ANYTHING. So, they rushed to the Eyes. Being rather important to the god, no one could stop them. So they got to Eyes, and begged for it to save the duckling! They’d do ANYTHING to ensure the duckling survived! And Eyes agreed. It took the duckling, and told Liv to return to it in 9 weeks.

And when they did, there was a whole human baby waiting for them! Their new daughter, Anaetia! Who shares both human DNA, and Eyes’ DNA! Eyes decided to kill two birds with one stone and create a future vessel for chaos using the dying duckling! And that’s how Duckie was born

:3

[borathae]

My theory on why Jimin in not present in this chapter, he’s the one that went looking for the other witches so they can help, that way he kills two birds with one stone, he goes looking for help AND he gets to escape Namjoon’s nightmareish presence that’s lingering in the state, it would be understandable if he didn’t want to stay there considering how scared of Namjoon he is, the man ruined his life several times and he is trying to get better so of course having him there, even if he is locked up would be traumatic for mimi and would bring back his trauma to the surface 😔

On a side note: I HAD to make the comparison of current oc and SA Yoongi, like it’s there clear as day to me 😭😭😭 it’s all I could think of while reading 😭 and I love that you pointed out the fact that for everyone oc is the next in line to be boss if Yoongs is not there, as his MATE 😭😭😭 like don’t break me like this, I want my very in love babies back 😭 but also yeah the one and only POWER couple we need in this world

-Shy anon

YES I SUPPORT THIS THEORY OMFG I bet Mimmie is so scared that Namjoon somehow manages to breakfree and then hunt him 😭😭 it would make sense why he doesn't want to stay at the estate for now 😭

I HAD to make the comparison of current oc and SA Yoongi, like it’s there clear as day to me 😭😭😭 it’s all I could think of while reading 😭

NO BUT I LOVE THIS COMPARISON BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING ACCURATE 😭😭

and I love that you pointed out the fact that for everyone oc is the next in line to be boss if Yoongs is not there, as his MATE 😭😭😭

YOI HAVE NO IDEA HOW HOT THIS CONCEPT IS TO ME FANDNFAS LIKE YES QUEEN BE THE FUCKING BOSS YOU ARE DESTINED TO BE 😩😩😩

[wxnderlustfandoms]

a trip to asgard [loki x teen! reader]

[not my gifs]

pairing: loki x teen! reader (platonic), thor x teen!reader (platonic) avengers x teen!reader (platonic), slight asgardian oc x reader (romantic)

description: Fed up with the avengers treatment of Loki after he started living in the compound, you’ve spent less and less time with them and more and more time with Loki and Thor. Until one day, you think of a brilliant idea.

request: “Can we have a part 2 of "Not a villian"? Loki's relationship with the reader grows and they became good friends, the avengers relationship with the reader deteriorates a little when they want to have normal conversations with the reader like before but she just doesn't want to talk to them, because she knows the avengers will bring Loki's topic again, they try to confront her about her behavior so the reader just snaps at them"My opinion about loki hasn't change, he is my friend now, if You don't want to hear what I have to say just because I'm Young and naive, then deal with it, at the end of the day, my opinion doesn't matters for all you right? At least Thor trusts in me and that's all I need"”

word count: 3802

warnings: prolly a few curse words, avengers being poopy friends, overprotective besties. reader has wings

part two of not a villain

It's been a few weeks since you and Loki had that talk in your room, and your friendship has done nothing but improve. On the flip side, your relationship with the avengers has done nothing but deteriorate. You’ve finally had enough of them treating you like a kid, and if they weren’t going to value your input as they would an adult’s then you would stop giving them input altogether. Your conversations with any of them have been very limited and you spent most of your time with Loki, which killed two birds with one stone because you knew the Avengers wouldn’t try to talk to you when you were hanging out with him. Thor has started spending more time on earth as he’s almost finished making the arrangements needed to stay on earth for extended periods of time to be there for his brother. The times he’s here, the three of you all hang out and you felt as though the brothers’ relationship was improving as well. Thor has confided in you that their relationship has been rocky throughout the years and that he truly feels as though you're making a difference in Loki’s life. 

“Thank you for being a great friend, Lady [Y/n]. A good friend to Loki, and a good friend to me,” He said one day as he was about to go back to Asgard. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you gave the tall man a tight hug before saying goodbye. 

You had just been messing around in the kitchen with Loki, making one of your favorite dishes. He took the food to his room and was there waiting for you to join him as you finished cleaning up a bit. You saw Natasha, Bruce, Clint, Sam, and Tony walk into the kitchen and it looked like they were about to lecture you so you hurriedly tried to escape the kitchen. 

“[Y/n],” Sam said, stopping you in your tracks. You sighed and turned to them, sitting down on a chair that sat next to the kitchen island. You motioned for them to get on with it.

“We’re worried about you. You’ve barely said 4 words to us this week. I understand that you think Loki is being a good friend, but look at what he’s doing to you. You’re not speaking to us at all. He’s not a good influence on you,” Sam continued. 

You scoffed, “Oh please, don’t blame Loki for what you guys did to yourself.”

“How did we do this? This all started because you defended Loki,” Tony defended and you narrowed your eyes and fluffed out your wings in defense. 

“Of course, you’d try to swing this around on me. You guys don’t think I'm mature enough to do anything! To do anything by myself! You don’t even trust me to make the decision on who to trust!” You started to raise your voice and gave a harsh flap of your wings to punctuate your argument. You watched them blink as they felt the gust of air blow past them. 

“[Y/n], calm down,” Natasha said, walking towards you. 

“No! My opinion on Loki hasn't changed, he is my friend now, and if you don't want to hear what I have to say just because I'm young and naive, then deal with the silence. Because I’m done trying to prove to you all that I can make decisions for myself. At the end of the day, you guys don’t value my opinion. At least Thor and Loki trust me because that's all I need.” You finished your statement and didn’t give them any time to say anything else because you started to run to Loki’s room. You didn’t make it very far, because you ran into Loki in the hallway that connected the kitchen and his room. 

“You heard that all, didn’t you?” You asked, your voice cracked as you looked at your feet, not being able to look at him without crying. 

“I did.” That was all he said as he wrapped his arms around you. You started fully crying.

“How is it you always find a way to eavesdrop when I’m defending you,” You joked through your tears. 

“I can’t miss people praising me, I am my favorite topic,” he joked back, rubbing your back to comfort you. “Now come on, we have food to eat and a movie to watch.”

As you two were watching the movie, Thor came to visit. He joined the two of you when he found out you were watching a good movie, and during it, you turned to him. 

“Thor, when are you going back to Asgard?” 

“Later today, I was just stopping by today. Why do you ask?” He asked in response, popping some popcorn into his mouth.

“How long are you going to be there?” 

“2 days, why?” He asked again, not getting where this was going. 

“Let me come with you please!” 

He choked on the popcorn in his mouth as he sat up. Your eyes widened as you watched the god’s reaction. 

“You want to come to Asgard?” He asked, almost in disbelief. 

“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I?” You asked him. 

“Well… I don’t see why you can’t. But don’t you need to ask permission first?” He asked, moving the popcorn bowl off of his lap and sitting up to look at you fully now. It was now clear that he was actually taking your request seriously. 

“Of course not, they trust me enough to let me go. I’ll let them know where I’m going and that I’ll be back in two days! Easy.” Of course, you weren’t going to, but Thor didn’t need to know that. You saw Loki raise his brow at you and you gave him a little nudge to let him know to not say anything. 

“Well, perfect! It will be lovely to show you around Asgard. I’m sure you’ll love it. Loki, would you like to come too?” The brother offered. 

“Aren’t I still on ‘house arrest’?” Loki questioned, marking the quotation marks with his fingers as he spoke. 

“That doesn’t include Asgard,” Thor enlightened him. Loki’s face dropped and he deadpanned at Thor.

“So I could’ve gone back to Asgard with you this whole time?” He asked.

“Well… yes, technically…” Thor responded carefully, noticing Loki’s change in mood.

“You left me here with all of the people I fought with, and didn’t even let me know that I could take a break from them and go back home?” Loki asked again. From an outsider's view, it would look like he was getting angry, but you could tell he wasn’t actually that mad at his brother, just playing with him. 

Thor smirked as Loki lunged at him and they started wrestling. You laughed as you watched Thor kick Loki off of him and then sit on top of him. 

“Alright,” Loki wheezed out. “I yield,” slapping Thor’s leg as he tried to get him off so he would stop crushing his lungs. 

As Thor got off, he turned to you, not even helping Loki up. Loki, being dramatic, gave Thor a sour look as he coughed and got up himself. 

“You won’t need much, as we can prepare a room for you, but if you want to bring anything then go ahead and pack it now so we can get going,” Thor advised you and you smiled wide at him. 

“Thank you!” You yelled, bringing Loki and Thor into a big hug. “This is going to be so much fun.” 

After packing a small bag of things you thought you might need for two days, you met Loki and Thor outside. There was a spot designated for Thor to use the Bifrost to summon him back to Asgard so he didn’t ruin all of the grass around the compound. “Are you ready?” Thor asked, holding Mjolnir out, ready to call the Bifrost. You nodded, and he raised the hammer to the sky. Your vision was suddenly filled with all different colors and you felt your body raise off the ground, without the help of your wings. You looked around with awe at the things speeding past you, the stars and nebulas and planets you could see. It was like all of the Nasa telescope pictures you’d seen in your life but in person. It hit you that you were actually traveling through space right now. 

You finally saw the end of the ‘tunnel’ and felt your feet touch a hard surface again. 

You looked back at the Bifrost as it closed and the light dimmed out. Looking forward you saw some of the most beautiful and amazing sights you’d ever seen in your life. But before you could take it all in, you realized there was a person standing in the middle of the spherical room you were in. His eyes were yellow and he wore a horned helmet. 

“[Y/n], this is Heimdall, he is the Guardian of the Bifrost bridge,” Thor introduced you to him. Heimdall’s yellow eyes moved to look at you. You smiled a little shyly and gave him a small wave. He gave no response to your greeting as he looked over to Loki, who was doing his best to ignore the gatekeeper and move on into Asgard. 

“Just what Asgard needs. Two troublemakers,” Heimdall told Thor sarcastically.

You looked at him with surprise on your face. 

“Troublemaker? I understand why you would say that about Loki, but [Y/n] is-” Thor began to defend you but was cut off by Heimdall.

“Someone who lied to you in order to be brought here,” Heimdall stated. You opened your mouth in shock. 

“How did you…” You began to ask him how he knew.

“I am The Watcher of Worlds. I see all,” He replied. 

“What does he mean [Y/n]? About you lying?” Thor asked.

“I didn’t actually ask permission from the Avengers to come here. I lied and told you they were fine about it but they’re probably freaking out right now. But it’s fine. A little teenage rebellion is a rite of passage on Earth,” You explained. 

Loki was smiling at you, a proud look on his face. Thor was pouting. 

“I can’t believe you lied to me,” Now it was Thor’s turn to be dramatic. You rolled your eyes and laughed as you all three started walking over the bridge. You marveled at everything.

“It’s a bit overwhelming how beautiful everything is,” You stated. You three were almost in the heart of Asgard when you stopped in your tracks as people started filling your vision. 

“What’s wrong?” Thor asked. 

“Have your people ever seen… someone like me?” You asked, fear started leaking in your heart. You already made children scream in fear on Earth. You couldn’t take that from another planet.

“What? A Midgardian? Yes, they’ve seen a few-” 

“No, Thor, I have wings. I’m not just a normal Midgardian. I’m kind of a freak on Earth. Are the Asgardians going to think the same way?” You asked. 

Thor took your hand in his. You looked down at it and then looked up to meet his eyes. He then realized how afraid you were as he could feel you trembling. 

“You’re not a freak. Not here, or on Midgard,” He told you. You gave him a small smile. It wasn’t enough to make you change the way you thought about yourself or repair the damages that the experiments Hydra did on you, but it was enough to get you to start moving again. You reached over and took Loki’s hand, not wanting him to be left out. You also didn’t know how the people of Asgard viewed Loki. They obviously knew that he tried to take over Earth. But he wasn’t in jail so… that was probably a good sign. 

As people started seeing you three, there was a mix of reactions. Happiness when they saw Thor, surprise when they saw Loki, and curiosity when they saw you. 

A few kids approached you which caused you to stop and look at them, releasing Thor and Loki’s hands. 

“Are you an angel?” One of them asked. You couldn’t help but smile. 

“No I’m not an angel,” You told them, kneeling down to be beside them.

A little boy outstretched his arm and held it up to your wing, “Can I touch it?” He asked. You spread your wing so the kids could all touch it. They all got so excited about it and started squealing, running back to their parents in excitement. 

You got back up and smiled, continuing on with Thor and Loki. 

The majority of your time on Asgard was spent sightseeing. You flew around and had the brothers take you to their favorite childhood places. They told you many stories of their youth and you got to know them more and more with each passing moment. The second night was approaching fast and you felt bittersweet that the time on Asgard was coming to an end. However, to commemorate this moment, a ball was being placed. Thor was honoring his brother being back in Asgard and to new beginnings in Loki’s future. And he was also honoring Asgard’s special guest; you. 

The palace handmaidens helped you get ready and you were given a dress for the occasion. It was a gorgeous [f/c] dress that complimented your body perfectly. The back was low cut, giving your wings an ample amount of space and allowing them to be the star of the look. On your head was a gold chain wrapped around your horns and it sat gently on your forehead. Stars and moon charms filled the chain and gave it more of an elegant look.

Loki and Thor were talking near the throne when you made your entrance. You didn’t know how but you ended up being fashionably late, allowing you to make a grand entrance in front of everyone. On Earth, being the center of attention like this would make you anxious. But here, everyone seemed to look at you like you were something straight out of a painting. 

You were approached by a handsome gentleman sometime later in the night, after catching up with Thor and Loki and thanking them for the dress and inviting you to the event. The boy looked to be around your age, but you knew he was probably 100s of years old. 

“You really do look like an angel.” He started the conversation off strong with a compliment. You blushed and thanked him. 

“I saw you when you arrived in Asgard, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since. Would you do me the honor of joining me in this dance?” He asked, offering his hand. 

“I would love to, but I don’t think I’d be the best dance partner. I don’t really know how to,” You replied, hoping you didn’t look as flustered as you were. 

“Don’t worry, just follow my lead,” He said, reaching over with his other hand to place your hands where they needed to be on his body. One on his shoulder and the other interlaced with his. When he put his hand on your waist, you could’ve sworn you stopped breathing. He started guiding you through the dance, the music filling your ears and the boy filling all of your other senses. He smelled like a meadow filled with flowers and he looked just as beautiful. His eyes were so bright and genuine you felt yourself get lost in them. He pulled you in closer and you felt your stomach do somersaults. His hands were so soft and warm as he moved them softly from your waist to your back, right below where your wings came out of your back. You shivered at the first feeling of the skin to skin contact but relaxed into his touch. Your eyes moved from his eyes to his lips where they stayed for a second before moving your line of sight back to meet his eyes. You wet your lips out of nervousness, but this caused him to look at your lips. You felt the space between the two of you start to get smaller as you both inched toward each other slowly. Your lips were about to touch when you felt his presence disappear entirely. His hands no longer on you and his body no longer next to you. You looked around to see Thor and Loki standing there protectively, and deduced that they pushed him away from you. 

The boy stuttered out an apology, before bolting away from them, not even looking at you again. You felt yourself boil with rage. 

“What was that?!” You shouted, causing a few of the nearby guests to look over at the commotion. 

The two brothers noticed this and moved to have you all talk somewhere more private but you didn’t let them get the chance, you spread your wings and flew out of the big hall you were in. Through hallways you’d never been down before until you got to a big library with a large glass ceiling with constellations on it. 

You sat in the middle of the library, looking up at the sky through the glass. 

Moments passed before you heard movement from one of the bookshelves near you. 

The shadow stepped more into the light and you saw it was the same boy from earlier. When he turned and saw you, he looked frightened and was about to take off when you asked him not to. 

“Please! Stay…” You realized how silly it was to sound so desperate over someone you had just met but you didn’t want him to be afraid of you. Too many people were. 

He stopped in his tracks and thought about it before moving back to sit next to you. 

“I apologize about earlier. Apparently, they’re protective friends,” You chuckled. 

“I get it. We were kind of moving fast. But I kind of got caught up in the moment. You're so beautiful it’s almost dangerous.” He laughed as well before looking at you. 

“It’s a good thing they stopped us though. I am leaving tomorrow, it would be unfair of me to start something we can’t finish,” You explained before meeting his gaze. 

He looked down at your lips again before going to speak. “Who says we can’t?” 

You both sat there for what seemed like a while, the tension almost tangible, before you mentally said screw it and closed the gap between you two, pressing your lips together. He seemed surprised but didn’t hold onto that for long as he moved to reciprocate the kiss. He filled the kiss with so much fire and passion it was crazy to think you had just met him that night. He brought his hand up to cradle your face in his hold and you felt like your skin was being set ablaze like a thousand lightning bolts were being sent into your body from where his skin met yours and bolted around your body before settling in your stomach. But just as quickly as the kiss started, it was over. You felt him pull away and you slowly opened your eyes to look at him. He smiled softly and slowly released your cheek from his hold. 

“That was…” you whispered with the remaining breath in your lungs. No matter how hard you tried, it seemed like the oxygen was stolen from you. But it was in the best possible way. 

“Amazing,” He finished for you. 

You both spent a while longer together before you started to get up. His expression seemed to fall as he knew what that meant. 

“We both knew this was just a temporary visit. I hope to come back soon, but my home is on Midgard.” You told him. “I know. I hope to see you soon, angel.” He brushed a hair out of your face as he finished his sentence. 

You leaned in and gave him a light peck on the cheek before parting ways. 

When you reunited with Loki and Thor, who had been apparently searching for you for ‘hours’ as they put it, you were surprised to hear because it hadn't felt that long since you left the ballroom. 

“I apologize for getting so upset with you guys, I understand why you didn’t want me dancing with some random stranger, but… I just…” You explained before trailing off. You didn’t want to let them know how guys on Earth never looked at you like he had, how guys on Earth are afraid of you, but he seemed to look at you like you were the most beautiful, harmless thing on any planet.

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing, we trust you and we know you can be responsible enough to make your own decisions, even if that is who to dance with,” Thor responded. 

“Just don’t run off without telling us where you’re going next time,” Loki continued, bumping your arm with his hand. You giggled. 

“Wait… next time? You’re gonna bring me back?” You asked.

“Of course, unless you don’t want to,” Thor answered.

“I’d love to! As long as Sam doesn't try to imprison me in the compound for my entire life for pulling this stunt,” You joked and they both laughed. 

.

.

“You’re grounded. You’re so grounded! No leaving the compound for a month!” Sam yelled at you when you had gotten back to the compound. 

You giggled and Sam froze, looking at you and softening. 

“I haven’t seen you laugh in so long,” He confessed.

“You would have seen me laughing if you saw me around Loki,” Your face falling as you brought Loki up again, knowing that the topic probably wasn’t going to go well.

“...Maybe… I guess… I could give him a chance.” Sam started, his tone making it obvious he was hesitant to do what his words were saying. 

Your eyes lit up, “Really?!” 

“I trust you - slightly less now that you ran away to another planet without telling anyone - but I do truly trust you. I think you're old enough to know who to trust and to make sense of someone's character. If you truly think Loki is a good person, I’ll make more of an attempt to make him feel more welcome and I’ll help you convince the rest of the team. You’re important to us and I think I’d rather have an ex-murderer be acquaintances with me than lose you.” 

You smiled and ran up to hug him, your wings curling in towards him as well. 

“Thank you, Sam, you’re a great friend and I’ve missed you. You’re just stubborn sometimes.”

“More like overprotective,” He replied, hugging you back.

“Yeah, seems like a lot of you are.”

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Traitorous Truth

Chapter Five of Half-Moon Glow

Pairing: Crosshair x Female OC (Aurora Dawn)

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Summary: As the squad tries to put a spoiled shore leave behind them, Clone Force 99 are led to Cristophsis to try and negotiate with the cold and suspicious Osi Sobeck.

Word count: 4.7k

Tags/warnings: Mature (still 18+). Injuries, mild blood and some blood loss (not explicit), minor side character death, lots of angst, hostage situation, foul language, threats of torture and killing. 

A/N: Nope, this is not at all like what I usually write, but it was oddly fun to write this one. There’s a load of angst in this one, so (affectionate) Get wrecked, fuckers (affectionate).

It was safe to say that shore leave on Naboo had been ruined.

The obvious tension lingering in the rooms whenever Crosshair and Aurora found themselves in the same spot would only dissipate when one of them left, and despite the anger reflected within the medic, Hunter couldn’t ignore the heartbreak in her eyes.

Everyone had gone their separate ways. Tech stuck to his own prototypes, valuing progress in his projects above whatever else could have gone wrong regarding personal relations. It was simply safer. Wrecker and Aurora bonded over the heartbreak they’d both felt, spending most of their time in one tavern or another drinking away, not quite bringing themselves to finding someone new even for a meaningless rebound.

Hunter could tell they’d both broken.

Meanwhile, the sniper was either resting in his room or off on his own, and no one quite knew where he was. Perhaps he’d found a corner on the higher levels of the building where no one would disturb him, a place perfect for sniping if the war were to reach Theed, or perhaps he’d found a more obscure bar where none of his squad mates or even fellow troopers would go. Crosshair was as avoidant and mysterious as ever.

But perhaps it was for the best.

Hunter was left on his own to observe how those around him tried—and sometimes failed—to make the best of what they went through. From the outside, Hunter could make out a number of details from the way Aurora’s eyes were swollen each morning when she woke, no doubt having cried herself to sleep at Crosshair’s absence, to the amount of dirty looks that Clone Force 99 was receiving by the time they had to leave Naboo.

Though not unusual, each of the genetically-enhanced clones seemed to be getting more glares than they normally would. The others didn’t care; they had too much to deal with on their own, but given recent events, Hunter couldn’t afford to let such a blatant change in behavior towards them slip by.

In his investigations, he’d found out another breach of data had occurred at the hands of the spy while they were on their leave, and the breach had been stationed on Naboo.

And once again, their questionable reputation came back to bite them from behind.

“You still there, sergeant?”

Hunter snapped out of his momentary daze and his attention was brought back to the holo comm, where a small version of commander Cody looked up at him, expecting a reply.

“Sorry, commander,” Hunter said. “Just pondering on all the coincidences.”

“Which are?” Cody prompted.

“Whoever this spy is, they seem to be following us around,” Hunter confessed.

“And so, you understand the position your squad is in,” Cody replied. “I don’t suspect of you or any of your men for a second, so I think we can kill two birds with one stone for this.”

“Sir?”

“I have a mission available on Christophsis,” Cody began. “Relations haven’t been as tight since our battle there, and right now all military operations on Christophsis are under the command of captain Osi Sobeck. He’s a tough nut to crack, so I need you to go and negotiate terms with him to hopefully agree on setting up a base there.”

Hunter and Tech exchanged a doubtful look—negotiations weren’t a strength for Clone Force 99—and Hunter then looked back at Cody.

“We’ll do what you ask, commander, but how is this going to help our situation?” Hunter said.

“This mission is new and relatively secret,” Cody said. “Only you, me, and Wolffe know about it as of now. If any intel related to your whereabouts were to get out while you’re there, we can confirm that this spy has something to do with you, since they’ll have had to follow you to get there, and it’ll help us direct efforts to stop them. If any intel gets out from anywhere else, we could use that to your defense in the meantime.”

Hunter nodded briefly. “Alright, we’ll do it.”

With the sound of Tech punching coordinates into the hyperdrive in the background, Hunter noticed as Cody seemed to briefly soften in the hologram.

“How’s Aurora holding up?” the commander asked, the question not surprising Hunter even in the least.

He sighed. “She’s saved our skins many times.”

“You’d tell me if she was struggling in any way, right?” said Cody.

“I haven’t lost faith,” Hunter replied, knowing that any more detail was unnecessary. “But if worst comes to worst, I’ll tell you.”

“Very well,” Cody replied, straightening his back as though slipping back into his role of commander. “I’ll send you the details of the negotiation shortly.”

“Thank you,” Hunter said, and the hologram powered down, leaving the cockpit in silence.

“Christophsis it is?” Tech asked to confirm.

Hunter nodded. “Christophsis it is.”

With the push of a lever, Tech sent the Havoc Marauder into hyperspace; it would hopefully not be a very long trip to their destination. Shortly after, the doors to the cockpit hissed open, revealing Aurora with Wrecker walking closely behind her.

It calmed Hunter down to see the two of them behaving almost like normal again.

“I thought I heard a hologram in here,” Aurora said.

“Yeah,” Hunter replied. “Cody says hi.”

“Ah,” she nodded as she walked over to the copilot seat as Tech engaged autopilot.

“He also gave us our next assignment,” Hunter continued, during which the last member of the squad made his way into the cockpit.

Crosshair’s presence raised the wall of tension once more.

“We’re heading for Christophsis,” Hunter addressed him.

“I heard,” Crosshair replied as he walked to one of the walls and leaned on it.

Hunter huffed and hoped his efforts to move on would be for the best. “We’ll meet a Republic captain there named Osi Sobeck and try to come to an agreement for a base on the planet.”

“Why us?” Crosshair slurred.

“Because Cody said so,” Hunter replied. “He thinks a mission like this will keep us off the radar for a while, and whatever happens with the spy will let us know if they’re onto us or they have other motives.”

“Um… Hunter?” Wrecker added. “We’re not exactly the best at negotiating. Unless we’re destroying something there, we won’t be of much use.”

“I beg to differ,” Tech spoke up. “I’ll gladly take over the negotiation, and besides, we have charisma on our side.”

“I am loveable,” Wrecker chuckled.

“Not you, di’kut,” Tech replied as he turned to Aurora, inevitably bringing Hunter and Wrecker to look at her as well.

And she also noticed Crosshair avoiding looking at her on purpose.

“She is the nicest of us, I’m sure she can appeal to this Sobeck’s better nature while I provide the technicalities,” Tech continued. “You three need only keep yourselves from screwing anything up.”

“Gee, thanks,” Hunter chuckled. “Would you prefer if we stayed on the ship and didn’t interfere?”

“I actually would,” Tech replied.

Tech and Wrecker would bicker for a long portion of the ride ahead, thankfully pulling the weight for conversational need from the shoulders of the others. Aurora’s heart would continue to sink, however, as Crosshair evidently knew of every glance she gave him, and would proceed to ignore it.

It would soon be more than she could bear. Not having him look at her, not hearing his voice address her, to not speak of his hands on her body, his arms holding her close to him…

Aurora still tried to convince herself that the way he kissed, held and looked at her held feelings at the very back, though that notion was beginning to seem like a distant dream.

*

Christophsis greeted them with its distinctive aesthetic; cool hues of green and blue on the ground level and the purple haze of the sky mixed together to build an ambience unlike many that squad 99 had ever come across

Cody’s coordinates had been precise, and Tech held the proposed terms of the negotiation safely in the data pad in his hands. He’d performed whatever investigations he could on captain Osi Sobeck, but he hadn’t been able to find much other than a brief time serving the GAR and a preference to remain on Christophsis whatever the cost, or so it seemed.

There didn’t appear to be any reasons to be wary.

“Let me take the lead for this,” Tech commented as he pushed up the visor of his unique helmet. “Aurora, just follow along.”

“Sure thing,” she said.

As the five of them lined up at the facility’s entrance, Tech pushed a button to notify those inside that they were out there waiting, and a camera lense seemed to power up with a distorted mechanical voice behind it.

“Identification?” It asked.

“We are Clone Force 99, sent by Marshal Commander CC-2224 of the 212th division,” Tech answered. “We are here to establish a negotiation with Captain Osi Sobeck.”

“One moment.”

They all knew it was normal to be kept waiting a little bit while waiting for clearance into a building, particularly a military base, but to all of them it seemed like perhaps it was taking too long for their request to be answered. While most of them didn’t make much of it, Hunter decided to cling to that detail, in case anything went wrong, though he still wasn’t sure of what could go astray.

The lens then powered up again. “Authorized.”

The heavy metal doors opened and granted them access, and behind the doors, two large, ominous special unit droids appeared as escorts. Though at first the sight of them made the troopers and medic wary, the droids clearly had the Republic’s crest painted on their shoulder, marking them as allies.

But why they would be there instead of clone troopers or Republic sentient fighters eluded the squadron, and it only made Hunter more aware of the surroundings than it already was. Silently, the droids led the squadron into the dimly lit base, with the heavy doors closing behind them.

Tension lingered in the air like a thick fog. Escorted into the elevator, the squad remained in silence with only the electronic whirring of the droids and the elevator in the background. Even more set aside was Aurora, who was the only one whose face was exposed in the middle of her helmeted teammates.

The ride in the elevator felt eternal, but Aurora would try to seize the opportunity. On her left stood Crosshair, tall and dark and silent, not looking anywhere except directly in front. He felt Aurora’s gaze on him, and though she expected him to ignore her again, Crosshair looked down at her.

But for all she knew, anger would still be ablaze in his eyes, and before she had any more time to wonder, Crosshair looked away from her again.

And that was it.

Soon, they arrived at the central command center high up in the facility, a large room fully lit because of its big windows, surrounded with holo screens and computers displaying several charts and reports. It was occupied almost exclusively by droids, all of them focused on their tasks, and at the very center was a holo projector over which towered the figure of a tall Phindian male, about Wrecker’s height, who had his back turned on the squad.

When he turned around, Aurora felt a chill, for this was one of the unfriendliest faces she’d ever encountered. His round eyes held a sharp, icy gaze that seemed as if it was hunting to kill; his features were already very bold, an impression enhanced by the authority he carried himself with, undoubtedly a strict leader. His clothes seemed almost too dark for a Republic officer, and on his hip rested a holster with a hand blaster in it, one that didn’t seem to have been used or worn out and was most likely meant for intimidation.

“The clones you requested, captain,” spoke one of the droids.

Hunter and Aurora exchanged a look at the peculiar remark.

“Ah, yes,” he spoke with a gruff snarl for a voice. “The infamous Clone Force 99.”

“We were sent by commander Cody,” Tech replied. “We bring numerous propositions for a Republic Base stationed here on Christophsis, and while we would like to discuss them all with you, we would also be eager to hear what you have in mind.”

Sobeck chortled deep in his chest. “You see, I reached out to the commander hoping he would send you. You all look as capable as you have been made out to be.”

“Tech…” Hunter muttered.

“Your intelligence, however, can be further worked on in a lab,” Sobeck concluded.

Those were the words that finally sent the other three troopers into reasoning, but it was too late by that time, as the droids around them had already drawn their blasters and pointed them at the squad, cornering them before they even had a chance of anything.

“How disappointing that it was so easy to get you in our grasp,” Sobeck laughed. “I’m surprised not even my droids set you off.”

“Of course not,” Tech’s voice hardened as he discreetly began recording through his visor. “You’re supposed to be part of the Republic. You had our loyalty by default.”

“Better for me,” Sobeck laughed once more.

Behind them, the door hissed open revealing a single figure wearing shiny clone trooper armor. He walked silently into the room, making his way towards Sobeck without acknowledging the troopers even once, and by the time it reached the captain, finally took off his helmet.

He was no clone, but a Rhodian merely disguised as one.

“Too easy, indeed, too easy,” Sobeck mocked. “And once you took the fall for me and everyone suspected you were the ones feeding intel to the Separatists, you did most of the work for me.”

“What are you talking about?!” Hunter threatened.

“CT-99s are supposed to be the Kaminoans’ finest creations, and yet, your own army doesn’t respect you, your own comrades think you’re fools, they’ll all be ready to sell you out, not surprised if you were indeed spies,” Sobeck snarled.

Silence fell among the troopers as they huddled defensively.

“Here’s hoping your secrets will be better used by the Separatists,” Sobeck threatened.

“Spies…” Aurora muttered. “Hunter—”

“Bring me their leader!” Sobeck’s voice bellowed above hers. “He will be the first one to undergo,” he glared over at the squad, his eyes all but preaching doom, “extraction.”

Hunter acted quickly and without thinking, though that was neither new nor bad for him, and he unsheathed his vibroblade from its spot in his forearm, launching it at the disguised spy’s chest. The spy choked and collapsed onto the ground, perishing in no time, and just when it seemed their fate would be sealed as well, Aurora took one of the smoke bombs from Wrecker’s utility belt and detonated it, forcing the droids to hold their fire whilst giving her and her boys a chance to escape.

Hunter went to retrieve his blade from the Rhodian and was the last one out, leaving Tech to work on keeping the door sealed for as long as he could manage, ultimately blasting the controls to keep it from opening again.

“That should buy us some time,” Tech said.

“He seemed friendly, eh?” Wrecker said with sarcasm. “Think if he offer him our blood samples, he’ll go easier on us?”

“Guys, we have to get out of here now,” Aurora said.

“For once, I think we’ll all agree on something,” Hunter said. “Follow me and don’t stop running.”

Hunter led them down a series of corridors before reaching the elevator, which had unsurprisingly been remotely disabled, after which he led his squad down several flights of stairs before reaching the lower level cluttered with an equally complex system of halls and corridors they’d have to survive if they wanted to leave in one piece.

But down at the first level, trouble had already beat them. In full Separatist fashion, the place had already been riddled with battle droids and more special units, all of them programmed to stop them from leaving. Aurora watched as the droids seemed to multiply before her eyes, frozen in horror and in dismay as it felt like they wouldn’t be escaping.

Then, long, slender fingers wrapped around her wrist. Crosshair tugged her in his direction, wordless, running faster than she ever could on her own. Aurora took out her hand blaster as he ran with her, shooting whatever droids she could that were chasing them. Crosshair let go of her to assemble his rifle, hopefully granting them an advantage, but it wasn’t long before Aurora began to fall behind merely meters before the final corridor that would lead them to the exit.

They were vulnerable, only one mistake away from being cornered, wide open and with no cover to protect them from the blasts of the droids that didn’t mind killing them. Despite all this, they kept running, and though Aurora hoped with all her might that they would all be okay, her own fears materialized when a blast incoming from behind found her leg.

The little grunt she made considerably downsized the pain she felt from the blast wound, burning despite it having only grazed the back of her thigh, already slowing her down in her efforts to escape. She watched as the others ran in front of her, all of them approaching safety; it was the only thing that mattered. Aurora wasn’t so far herself, but her wound put her at a dangerous disadvantage that she hoped wouldn’t catch up to her.

But it did.

Aurora yelped when a large metallic hand tugged on the back of her gray jumper, pulling some of her hair along with it, and the force with which the special unit pulled her easily overpowered her. She was swept off the ground and dragged back in the direction they’d been running from in the first place, crying out in pain and in alarm as she saw her squadmates getting farther away from her.

That was when Crosshair turned around.

His expression was concealed by his helmet, but the hurry with which he ran back was evident. Crosshair had just pulled his rifle out when the special unit shot it out of his hand, but he wouldn’t be defenseless after that. He pulled out the hand blaster from his holster and aimed at the droid’s head, but its programming proved to be smarter. It lifted Aurora from off the ground to shield itself from Crosshair’s blast, and though the marksman tried to shoot at its legs, it proved futile against the special unit.

Soon, Aurora heard clanking from behind her. A group of at least ten other battle droids, alongside three more special unit droid commandos appeared from the adjacent hallway, all of them taking aim against a wide-open Crosshair. But he didn’t seem to relent, and Aurora saw it ending only one way.

She noticed Crosshair was just behind one of the door frames that would divide the hall if it were closed, and though her heart would break more, she knew the door would be strong enough to shield him from any blasts.

It would also give him a chance to escape, to save himself.

“Let her go!” Crosshair yelled, his voice a violent thunder raging in the hall, echoing alongside the blasts.

“Crosshair, leave!” Aurora cried out, yelping in pain as the droid securing her pulled on her with more strength. “Please, leave, or they’ll shoot you!”

But he didn’t stop, and Aurora knew that it wouldn’t belong before he’d be badly hurt. No matter what had happened, or how awful he’d made her feel, the thought of him being hurt was more than her heart could bear, and she wouldn’t allow it.

And when the droid that was holding her raised its arm and exposed the built-in blaster, aiming it at Crosshair, Aurora mustered all of her strength and pushed against the arm, deviating it and altering the blast’s course just enough for it to hit beside the door’s controls. The blast was powerful enough to fry the entire panel, causing the door to close in front of Crosshair.

“No!” He yelled out just as the doors sealed, separating him from Aurora and the droids for good.

With all his strength, he slammed his fists repeatedly against the door, relenting only to throw aside his helmet and gaze at the sight in front of him through the small glass window. Eyes wide with alarm, he saw as the droid dropped her without care, and she fell on the ground grunting out in pain and clutching her bleeding hamstring.

He slammed the door again when more battle droids surrounded her, all of them taking aim, and he yelled curses at Sobeck when he appeared from behind them, grinning evilly at the defenseless Aurora.

Crosshair felt a pair of hands tugging at his armor from behind him, threatening to pull him away from the door, away from Aurora. He struggled, if only to keep watch over her, and observed as Sobeck ordered his droids to stand down only to have them drag her away while his older brothers did the same to him.

“I’m not leaving her!” Crosshair cried out and slipped himself from their grip, heading back to the door and slamming it with more strength than ever, more strength than anyone could ever predict he had. “AURORA!”

“Crosshair!” Hunter secured his shoulders and shook him. “Crosshair, listen to me! You’re not going to help her like this and you’re not going to help her if you get yourself captured.”

“She’s wounded, dammit!” Crosshair yelled. “She needs me, I’m not leaving her!”

“Crosshair—”

“I need her, goddammit—”

“Then you should have told her that before!” Hunter raised his voice, finally making Crosshair quiet down, as his youngest brother looked up at him with a pained expression.

They both knew Hunter was right. The hall fell into an eerie silence, and on the other side of the door, neither Aurora, nor the droids, nor Sobeck were still there.

“Crosshair,” Tech spoke as calmly as he could. “Sobeck won’t hurt her. He wants us, and I’m sure he’s going to use Aurora to get to us.”

“And even if he weren’t, we’d still go back for her,” Wrecker added.

“But we need you to be focused,” Hunter finished.

Crosshair felt himself shaking as he exhaled; no matter what they could say, he wouldn’t stop fearing what that maniac could do to her, but it at least prompted Crosshair to pick his rifle up from the ground, loading it and not bothering to put it away.

“I won’t leave Sobeck alive,” he growled.

“Fine by us,” Hunter replied.

“I’ll report our findings to Cody before Sobeck has the chance to twist any of this,” Tech said. “We should head back to the ship in the meantime; if these halls are separated by doors, we risk being trapped.”

“Alright then, we move,” Hunter led and was the first one making his way down the halls.

Before Wrecker and Crosshair moved, Wrecker picked Crosshair’s helmet up from the ground and gave it to him. With a brief nod, Crosshair took it and placed it back over his head, and quickly, he ran behind his older brother, resolved to free Aurora from the clutches of the traitor.

*

Being dragged from the hallways and barely able to stand on her own feet, it was a blur for Aurora by the time she was back at the command center, her weight secured by two droids at her sides while Sobeck had his back turned on her, setting up the holo projector.

But flashes from the hallway repeated themselves in Aurora’s mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t erase the image of Crosshair crying out through the sealed door, trying and failing to get to her.

At least he and the others were safe; the fear of seeing him get hurt was far stronger than the fear of losing him.

“Your clone friends are terrible at picking up comms,” Sobeck spoke, his gruff voice both chilling and disgusting Aurora to the core. She glared up at him and fear and in spite, a part of her hoping they wouldn’t answer, that they’d returned to safety.

But just then, the holoprojector powered up and displayed the silhouettes of her four squad mates, with Crosshair at the front looking angrier than she’d ever seen him. Sobeck signaled the droids behind him to bring Aurora into view; she grunted in pain as she moved, and feeling helpless, tried not to look at the pain and worry in the eyes of her boys.

“I believe we can skip the formalities,” Sobeck began. “You want your medic back, or so I assume, and I’ll happily return her to you.”

“Guys, it’s a trap!” Aurora yelled out, but one of her droids hit her right on her blast wound on her thigh, making her crumble to the ground in pain.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Crosshair yelled through the holocomm.

“You have escaped me for the last time, clone!” Sobeck called back. “You know what I want, and unless you’re willing to come back here and give it to me, this pathetic little rat dies.”

Crosshair’s struggle was visible even through the hologram, and shaken as he was by anger and his desire for revenge, his gaze floated over to Aurora, kneeling on the ground, her gray uniform stained by her own blood.

“Look at her,” Sobeck said. “Poor little girl, so afraid, so in pain, so abandoned by you.” Sobeck reached down and held her chin and cheeks, forcing her to look up at the projection as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Don’t tell her you’re going to leave her here all alone.”

“Get your filthy hands off her!” Crosshair yelled.

“Give me what I want!” Sobeck let her go and pointed at him. “I want to see you steering your ship towards me now, or your little pet is in for a world of pain!”

“You want our DNA,” Crosshair’s voice gave a hint of a tremble, though it remained menacing. “You can take it from me if you can guarantee her safety.”

Sobeck cackled. “This is almost far too easy, but it isn’t unwelcome. I’ll be expecting your company again.”

“One more thing,” Crosshair said, his voice cold and unfeeling while his harsh gaze found Sobeck’s. “If I find out you’ve laid another finger on her, I’m going to murder you.”

“And I’m sure you’d love to,” Sobeck snarled.

“Crosshair!” Aurora called out, though she didn’t know what she’d say. Would she beg him to forget about her, to forget about Sobeck, to save himself? Would she implore him not to go down the path of revenge, or would she ask them to get there as fast as he could?

Or would she cry out her love for him if it was the last chance she ever got?

Before anything could be said, Sobeck turned off the holo projector and left the room in a ghastly, thick silence. The grim captain turned around and his cold, fearsome eyes landed on Aurora, hurt and vulnerable on the ground, as she tried desperately to escape his icy gaze.

Sobeck turned to one of his special unit droids. “Take her to a detention cell, and stop the bleeding. She won’t be of any use to us if she’s dead, these clones are not as naive.”

He looked at Aurora again, grinning evilly at her. “You’d better be excited, we’re about to have company.”

She glared at him. “And they’re gonna kick your ass.”

“Alas, you are their weakness,” Sobeck replied. “If you’re here, I’ll get everything I want from them in the palm of my hand. Take her away.”

Aurora groaned in pain as she was lifted by the droids and taken out of the command center, on her way to be thrown into a small, confined cell where she’d be all alone, with no hope until they arrived.

She prayed to the heavens they wouldn’t take long.

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[honeybeebuns]

The Madrigal Twins

The Family Madrigal

🎶 The twins of Bruno

Lydia and Oscar

Both stunning powers but neither ones the same. 🎶

🎶(Lydia)

Snow and water that flows so light

(Lydia)

she’s a flurry of pure delight🎶

🎶(Oscar! Oscar! Oscar! Oscar!)

and Oscar’s flames burn on

the fireworks they burst all night long! 🎶

We don't talk about Bruno

🎶Papa was the best and no one could do it better.

Always wrote us plays and then he made us the main actors.

Never was kind to ev-er bring us down

(down down down)🎶

🎶Struggled with his gift whenever everybody cursed him.

But he always used it when to help every person

Loved this family so much he'd al-ways put them first.

even though it hurt🎶

🎶They won't talk about Bruno no no no, we can talk about Bruno!🎶

This one doesn't work as well 🤷‍♀️

All of you

🎶Bruno's back, now we're back on track no more fire and ice at our sides🎶

🎶(Guess that's fine)🎶

🎶We may have lost our gift but we got out Pa back!

Now we can perform We've got out acting star back🎶

🎶Come on let's hit that stage and show them how.

The Bru-no twins wow🎶

🎶Let's go!🎶 

 Wow it's been a while since I uploaded...well anything art related on here whoops!

Tbh I've been much more active on my Wattpad account and have a backlog of art that needs uploading on here AND I've recently started a Ao3 book for all you lovelies on there so check those out if you like!

So a little bit of backstory on this piece. I work par-time at a school drawing with the kids and sometimes I bring my tablet in so they can learn a new skill, They love it and are always asking me to draw their favourite shows, anime and films!

Last week one of my regular kids saw me drawing an OC from a book I was reading and asked if I could make one for them and because Encanto is (unsurprisingly) the talk of the playground they asked for Encanto OCs.

Seeing as how I've wanted to draw for the Encanto door trend I though i'd kill two birds with one stone and make this a lil' passion project!

Originally they asked for a daughter of Julieta with a water based gift and a son of Pepa with a fire based gift but when I suggested that they be twins of Bruno instead they loved the idea and the rest is history!

Oscar was originally going to be Bruno’s name, once I heard that it felt like fate and the name Lydia?

well...lets just say I've been replaying Skyrim a lot 😅

I LOVE the Papa Bruno AU so much, actually I love papa Bruno in any form!

🔥❄️Here are a few head canons for the twins❄️🔥

- No matter how hard Camilo tries the twins will ALWAYS be able to tell if he's shapeshifted into one of them.

- They were the shortest out of Mirabel and Camilo when they were younger but have since grown and are now taller than both of them (they are also an inch taller than Bruno)

- Lydia runs a cholado and raspado stall and in the colder months Oscar runs a hot beverage stall they help out together and their powers help keep the product and the right temperature for longer

- They have a door inside their rooms that connects them together

- The interior of Lydia's room is like a giant hot spring oasis and looks like an underwater tunnel with wildlife swimming around (Before Antonio got his room he used to love to have sleepovers all the time, Oscar and Miracle were invited ofc)

- The interior of Oscars room is like a giant log cabin in the woods with a big bonfire outside (he and Lydia would stay up late and grill mazorca together)

- Their powers aren't inherently green, they can make it almost any colour, but they prefer it to be green like their papa

- When they were young Bruno would write plays for them to perform in (hint hint the song lyric) 

- Bruno used to call them his Ratonio and Ratita when they were babies 

- Oscar is almost always burning himself, his flames don't hurt him but his clothes always have scorch marks on them (also the cold never bothered Lydia anyway)

- Sometimes Lydia will take over and water the crops so that Pepa doesn't have to be sad to do so

- They have unique nicknames they call each other, Oz and Didi (de-de)

- They are almost always the main attraction for festivals, Oscar with his fireworks and Lydia with her ice skating and snowball fights 

- They are a month or so younger than Mirabel so Bruno had left by the time they got their gifts, at first they felt very bitter and resentful towards him but since then their anger has turned to sadness and now they just miss him and want him to come home

- Although they don't know the real reason behind their papa's disappearance you know damn well that they'll defend him and Mirabel to the death

- Because of Mirabel failed gift ceremony and grief at the loss of Bruno, there was no ceremony held for them so at midnight the twins snuck out and opened their doors together (at the first the family had thought they'd run away until they saw two new doors) 

- The twins do feel quite lonely and at times feel jealous towards their cousins when they see them with their parents but tend to keep it to themselves

- The first thing the twins are going to do if they see their papa is hug the hell out of him!

[justanotherblonde]

blonde's sasodei week 2022 (2)

@sasodeiweek

in a very bold move, here i present ALL I'VE GOT for this fic currently... finishing my MA dissertation part one and going back to work this week has left me with less time than i'd hoped for finishing things... but!! i won't leave ya hangin'. i'll finish it before the grace period's over! luv u babes

tags: canon-verse, early partnership days, not shippy, mission fic, err also no significance or hidden easter-eggs to the OC names...

A Moment in Which: [currently untitled...]

Glittering in Deidara’s periphery, the sea. White light sparked on waves like a fistful of diamonds. Overhead, a cloudless, pale blue sky filled with noisy white birds… Sweat tracked down his sides beneath his mesh top, soaking into his waistband. The sun was hot on his bare face. The lightest breeze brushed his cheek, and that was what finally forced him to sigh.

“Are you bored, brat?” Hiruko’s gravelly voice dragged Deidara back to the task at hand. Shaking sweaty hair off his face and neck, Deidara fixed his last exploding tag in place and nimbly climbed back down to the sandy floor of the lagoon. This area was the perfect place to trap their target: crumbly stone walls formed a labyrinth of dead ends, and the loose sand was perfect for burying things…

“Not at all, Danna, mn.” Deidara grinned, once again amused at the sight of Hiruko's head peeking out from the small dune they’d erected over its body in one corners. Along the passage, Deidara had planted exploding tags and mines which would bring the rocks tumbling down on top of their target, and if that didn’t kill him, Hiruko would.

“Get out of sight,” Sasori grumbled. “Our target will be here any minute and you—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Deidara interrupted, waving his hand as he sauntered off towards the entrance of the labyrinth.

He didn’t even turn back to look at Hiruko, knowing all he’d get in return would be a scowl. They’d been partners for a grand total of three months and already the thin veneer of respect Deidara had developed for Sasori was wearing thin.

It was the little things that got to him, like Sasori’s impatience, his nitpicky perfectionism… and his utter disdain for Deidara’s art.

“My art will finish our target off,” Deidara muttered under his breath so Sasori couldn’t hear him, “and you’ll look like an idiot crawling out of the sand when it’s all over. Just you wait, mn.”

Scooping his Akatsuki cloak off the ground, he slipped it on, and spider-like, climbed into the hiding spot he’d discovered earlier. The cozy recess was five meters off the ground in the scratchy cliff-face. As stiflingly hot as his cloak was, it protected his arms and body from the rough stone, but he wouldn’t have minded a scrape or two. It was fun to pick at the scabs, a habit that immensely annoyed Sasori.

As the minutes ticked on, Deidara could sense Sasori’s impatience radiating forth from within the labyrinth. Grumpy old man. Knowing that their target was close, Deidara held his sigh in this time, but as he inhaled a lungful of sea air, he couldn’t help but dejectedly knock his head back against the wall. The sea was so close. Never once in his life had he passed this close to the sea. He’d been surrounded by jagged mountains and fathomless caves since birth… Was the water really salty? Would it be warm, or cold like a mountain lake? The waves looked exciting. Dangerous, even. But when he’d snuck a peek earlier, he’d seen people playing in the surf, riding long wooden boards.

Too bad he had work to do.

The soft shift of sand underfoot betrayed their target. A shinobi of purported prowess, too skilled to be taken out by the local police force, Kujo Kurobito was wanted in three countries for killing powerful business magnates.

Deidara could sympathise with the man’s commitment to anarchy, but Akatsuki was getting paid good money to take him out, and the way Leader-sama talked, that was all that mattered. Ah well, who was Deidara to complain? At least he got to blow shit up this time.

“Katsu,” Deidara whispered.

BO-BO-BOOM!

The walls of the labyrinth shook. Deidara shivered at the spine-jarring scrape of stone against stone as huge boulders thudded to the sandy floor. He listened hard for signs of life—would he need to use his back-up bombs?

There! Kujo Kurobito—his sleek black hair disheveled and matted with blood—crawled out from beneath a pile of loose stone, face contorted in rage.

“Did Ayamoto-san put you up to this?!” he cried angrily. He shook himself and drew a fistful of shuriken from his hip-pouch, head swinging desperately from side to side as he sought his assailants.

“Who the hell is Ayamoto-san, mn?” Deidara shouted back, counting on the bending walls of the labyrinth to obscure the source of his voice.

“Who’s there?” He still hadn’t spied Deidara, nor Hiruko up ahead. Kujo coughed, lungs full of swirling dust. Fruitlessly he waved his hand in front of his face, effectively blinded.

Perfect time for a plague of locusts: exploding clay ones, of course. Deidara flung his sculptures into the air.

“KATSU!”

The man sensed the attack far too late. He dodged one, two, three, but the fourth caught his knee; the fifth caught his right hand—bye, bye, fingers! The sixth caught his left hip…

…and the rest turned him into a bleeding lump on the sand, moaning in agony.

Hiruko’s pile of sand shuddered to life. The puppet slid forward, solemn gait and habitual scowl more than enough to express his disgust at the results before him.

“You call this ‘art’?” Sasori rumbled, looking from the writhing future corpse at his feet to Deidara, returning from his hiding spot.

Deidara stretched his arms up to the sky, dropped his hands on top of his head, and shrugged. “Not my best work, I’ll admit it, mn.”

“Tch.” Hiruko’s tail flashed, stabbing the man in the chest and delivering poison directly to a failing heart. Kujo died in an instant. “Sloppy. Wasteful.”

“But we got him, Danna,” Deidara reasoned, trying not to pout. Would it kill Sasori-danna to at the very least acknowledge that the trap had worked? If they’d done it Sasori’s way, the man would most certainly have escaped. The databook said he was a strong fighter, proficient with weapons up close and at mid-range. Catching him off-guard with explosives had worked.

Sasori used his scorpion tail to lift Kujo onto Hiruko’s back, and then set off towards town without a word.

Deidara dropped his hands to his sides in disappointment and jogged after him.

“Do you even need me to come with you to collect the bounty?” Deidara asked when they reached the mouth of the labyrinth, trying so so so hard not to whine. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the sea. It was calling him. “Maybe I could—”

“Go,” Hiruko growled. “I’ll meet you at the beach when I’m done.”

Shocked, Deidara stopped in his tracks, blinking stupidly.

“Wh-what?”

Hiruko stopped and eyed him sideways.

“You’ve been staring at it all day. Go… go… have… do… whatever… people do. At the beach.” That was supposed to have sounded a bit more encouraging, but apparently it didn’t matter:

Deidara whooped with joy. He jumped and punched the air, then set off at a run, spinning at the last minute to shout:

“THANK YOU!”

Inside Hiruko, Sasori shook his head. “Hard to believe someone actually managed to teach that brat some manners…” he mumbled to himself.

[lapinmiel]

Mirror, Mirror

Felix and OC (Female), 1,8K. (Part 1)

Phoebe’s life was never one of an adventure, even as a vampire — after being discovered by the Volturi for her talent, she finds herself running away from the world’s most powerful organization, and soon she finds herself in a complete lie and truth situation, with the anchor of her lover leading her to his side.

Part 1, Part 2

None of the nights were calm anymore, it was always a chaser behind, and there was always an obstacle to be faced ahead. Days were filled with blood and dread, and she wished she could close her eyes for a night and never wake up again.

He called it “teenage dread” which made her very sad and furious, because she had been alive for fifty years now, how the hell could she have a teenage dread now? She had never heard it before anyway, she was past her teens — more like early twenties, but she didn’t remember her birthday. Her thoughts were like water droplets in a bucket of water swaying left to right, purely disordered.

And now, she was dealing with another threat: the damn Volturi were after her.

The night they realized there was a vampire out there who could mirror any talent was the night her life as a free vampire had ended. She had never seen the Volturi before, but she’d heard about them from Saladin’s stories, and all those were horrible. From executing clans to poaching lone vampires, they gained form as soulless monsters in her imagination, and she was not ready to face them.

And when the night of her planned poaching had come, she was surprised, because even Jane, the little one was a monster in her mind but, she was barely half of her height, which made things complicated for her. She knew she could kill Jane in a heartbeat, it was one of her skills after all, but would she feel comfortable killing a child? She didn’t know, but she realized she would have to do it one day rather quickly.

“Phoebe.” Jane’s dead, stone-cold voice had traveled the air and reached her. “I propose you join us, and we will let your creator be free.”

It wasn’t an easy choice. It wasn’t a choice. Saladin had told her before, the Volturi does not forgive. The Volturi does not tell the truth. If she joined them, Saladin would be dead by dawn, and she would have to spend her whole life serving for three marble like (but much uglier) creatures to death. Her aspirations didn’t fit theirs, and her sense of freedom definitely wasn’t a thing that they could inspire. It wasn’t the right band of people to be sent to offer a union anyway, a little agony machine, a man with eyes of mischief and another one with a door like figure that looked like it would take him a single wrong lettering of a name to crush your skull to a jelly. Besides, the men looked slightly attractive, and it wasn’t for the easy lover like Phoebe to resist men like that easily.

She refused. No hesitation was found in her noise, no twitching of hands — and in a second of leaves falling from the trees, she felt thousands of needles trying to penetrate through her skin. Her mind took action in an instant and the three vampires fell on the ground. She used the chance to turn around and tell Saladin to run away, but he had already, and when she tried running, she felt something around her neck.

The arm, or whatever it was that choked her, felt like a tight rope, much like when she was drowning in her human life. She tried putting her hand around it, but the force was far too powerful for her to slip her hand.

Then she acted out on her instinct, and kicked the figure behind her. The arm around her neck loosened, and she used the moment to run away.

It had been five days since the night happened, and they hadn’t stopped for more than two hours. “If we stop, they will find us.” Saladin had said to her earlier, he told her that the shorter man was called Dimitri, and he could find anyone, anywhere. He couldn’t risk staying in a place more than a couple of hours because he knew the Volturi would bring a whole army to poach Phoebe, and it wouldn’t matter whether his shield would be working or not. They had penetrators anyway, and he wasn’t looking to die in at least three hundred years from that moment on. They were running for hours, hunting, and running again. Saladin knew the Volturi were tracking their footsteps, and Demetri was on their necks like a crow.

It had been three hours since they’d stopped on a mountain in north Asia, and soon, it was going to be the time to move.

Phoebe had been thinking to say something for days, and the mountain range, which she didn’t know the name at, gave her the feeling of what would happen if I said, it doesn’t matter, and she wanted to go for it.

“You know what, Saladin.” She said in a breath. Saladin was busy with finishing his food. “I’m gonna say it.”

He looked up with curious eyes.

Phoebe poked the hand of her victim on the ground to fend off nervousness.

“You are the reason that we are running away now.” She looked up at Saladin. His eyes showed no emotion other than curiosity. “If you hadn’t put your shield down on the forest, we wouldn’t be here. We would be looking for Zareen like you wished.”

Saladin, licking the blood on his lips, got up and stood on the place like a mannequin. Phoebe was relieved now, because her thoughts had reached the belonging place, and now she could deal with his bickering for a couple of days. Better than keeping thoughts in a locked up place.

“Well, I am.” Much to her surprise, Saladin wasn’t angry. “But you must accept that it wasn’t intentional. I was distracted by the human. If I wasn’t, nothing would have happened.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” She said. “If you weren’t. You should keep your guard up all times. You hadn’t one time, and we are being hunted down by the Volturi and you are probably going to get burned like a witch at a stake as if it was the Middle Ages!”

“I’m not you, Phoebe! My talent doesn’t work on its own, I have to focus on it.”

“I know.” She was feeling guilty for telling him what she thought now. It felt ungrateful.

“It doesn’t matter. We will survive this.” Saladin took a step towards her and put his hand on her shoulder. “We are going to find Zareen, and we are going to erase our existence from our world.”

He smiled, and embraced her tightly.

She knew it wasn’t completely his fault. She knew that it was a distraction that caused this all, yet, she couldn’t forgive him completely. No, it wasn’t a matter of forgiveness — it just felt wrong. It felt wrong that after living fifty years in peace, she now had to run away, and if they couldn’t find Zareen, they had to do it for their whole life. God knew how long would that be.

She was already getting bored with her life. Living in the shadows, hunting people, overpowering every being on the planet, being indestructible. A weakness was lacking, and her talent didn’t help at all. She was presumably the luckiest person in existence, and perfection was boring after spending decades being it.

After Saladin released her from his hug, they started running again. Hours and minutes were as light as a bird’s feathers, and later, they found themselves in the southern regions of the continent.

After hours of running, they stopped again, another mountain by a big city. Saladin felt like the place was quiet enough for him to catch any sound that sounded peculiar, and Phoebe thought that the trail around the mountain was the perfect place to hunt humans. They quickly ran around the mountain for a possible prey, and they fed on him to his last drop of blood once they found him. Within seconds, they felt powerful again.

In that little euphoria of feeding, Phoebe caught the glimpse of a plane flying right above their head. Her eyes glimmered. She turned and looked at Saladin to see whether he was thinking the same thing, but no, he definitely was thinking about his meal.

“Saladin.” Her voice brought surprise to Saladin again.

When he looked at her, she pointed upwards to the plane, but still, Saladin’s eyes were oblivious as ever. Maybe it is his old age, she thought.

“We can use planes.”

Saladin furrowed his brows.

“We can use planes to stop the Volturi from finding us. We’ll sneak into the cargo compartments during take off, and you’ll use your shield throughout the journey. When we land, we feed and look for Zareen. Then the Volturi will be confused.”

Saladin finally understood. Phoebe often felt like following him was a mistake, because despite his brilliant plans, he was often too slow at understanding her plans.

“They won’t be able to track us without thinking that something is wrong.”

“Yes!” Phoebe’s excitement was flowing through her veins. “No vampire uses technology. And I wasn’t born a thousand years ago.”

Saladin gave a quick smile. They agreed on the plan, and they quickly finished their meals. They arrived at the airport soon after. Phoebe offered playing a little game to choose which plane to sneak in, but Saladin, being his no-bullshit self, refused it, and choose the biggest plane. The logic behind it wasn’t clear to Phoebe, because he had never traveled by plane before, how could he know which plane flew where? Phoebe didn’t know it either, but judging from the size, it was likely going to America.

The plane they chose came to the runway about an hour later. They were waiting by the airport fences. When he felt ready, Saladin told Phoebe to run and lead him. She did as he wanted — just when the plane was about to start its engines, she run and entered the plane from the back tires.

The space was enormous, and Saladin look terrified. He knew he wouldn’t die even if something happened, and he knew that planes were completely safe after what Phoebe told him about them, but being in such a foreign object was giving him an extremely uneasy feeling, as if he was a human again and was sick with nausea. Taking off part felt like he was flying, not the machine, and after spending long hours, lading felt like falling.

The terror in his eyes when Phoebe told him to hold on to somewhere on the top of the compartment was remarkable, and Phoebe couldn’t contain her laughter when he saw him looking like a little scared puppy. While they were holding to the cables and parts of the plane, the tires got lowered, and for once Saladin felt thankful for his vampirism. At least I won’t be crushed by this thing, he thought.

Just as when the plane was getting out of the runway, Phoebe and Saladin jumped off the plane and run to the nearest fences. They jumped through them, and started running again.

It took a couple of seconds for Phoebe to realize it wasn’t morning and that they didn’t have to run away. She slowed down and told Saladin to do the same too. He came close to her to get her in his shield.

But it didn’t take long. The feelings that settled in Phoebe was not relaxation, but fear.

Because the signs on the streets didn’t read any English words. The people around them were not speaking English either. It was melodic, much more than her own language. And it was terrific too, because they were trying to run away from their hunters, not land in their homeland.

From the Writer: Just a heads up, my first language is not English and I struggle with choosing tenses when writing. If you see “had been” mixed with “was” or thing like that, please inform me. I can’t really differentiate them. By the way, Phoebe is not read the regular “Phee-bee” way, it’s more like “Pho-ee-bee”, because that’s how I pronounce it lol.

[mrsbarnes107]

Secret of The Widow

-Part one-

Summary: The battle with Thanos left the world, and more directly the Avengers, with deep cracks within their hearts. Civilians had to adjust to five years lost, governments had to rebuild. And the hero's of our world had to come to terms with their loss, figuring out how to regroup and find the will to protect this healing civilization.

And they were doing okay. That is, until Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson bring back a sharp tounged woman with a lot of secrets to the tower.

(Set a year after Tony’s snap, by his orders the compound was rebuilt and used for the Avengers to have a home, obviously not all cannon compliant but is set after Wandavision and TFATWS)

Warnings: language, *eventual* violence and smut, death

Pairing: Bucky X OC

DISCLAIMER: this is posted to Wattpad as well and it WILL HAVE PLOT. I’m a Bucky hoe so there will be smut and romancy stuff but this is a series, so plot plot plot.

*one year after the battle with Thanos*

*Bucky POV*

"Hey Birdbrain! I'm glad your enjoying some vacation but I could really use some help down here." Bucky yelled into his comm, vaulting over a fallen beam.

Fucking Wilson. I don't know who thought we needed to be partnered up but I swear I'm gonna kill his feathered ass one of these days.

Always leaving me to clean up the mess.

"Are you so old your sights not working? I've got a dude the size of a gorilla on my back and am currently avoiding crashing the building down on YOU."

Before I can comment on his lack of use to the team, a bullet narrowly grazes my ear. I throw two knives ahead of me, dealing with the runners in front, then dart around a corner and take aim with my pistol.

There's three more assailants from the bombing, besides the one apparently riding Wilson, crawling through the ruins of the building. They're easy to gun down, the whole takedown was easy, and it's highly unnerving. The men look untrained and manic, holding their machine guns loosely and with little comfort.

One slips by me, allowing me easy access to a chokehold. He's disarmed and cuffed as the next guy goes running by. Well running by until he goes tumbling to the ground, a hole the size of a plum in his leg. I holster my gun and cuff him too just in time to see the pain in my ass come barreling through a broken window.

"Nice of you to show up." I grunt as I pick up a piece of the marble ceiling.

"This better not be a two bird one stone joke again. I swear man I'll -"

Before Feathers finishes his whining I chuck the hefty stone across the room into some rubble, a split second later I hear a grunt and a body crashing to the floor, and I'm pretty sure Wilson whistles lowly. Well that handles the third moron.

I turn to Wilson and cock my head. "Where's gorilla guy?"

"In the Atlantic. Is that all of them? Any survivors?" He asks as he surveys the still smoking rubble around us.

"Civilians seemed to be evacuated before the bomb went of for some reason, except for a security guard in the lobby. As for the bombers theres two cuffed and unconscious by the East entrance." I say as I gather my knives back from the bodies on the floor.

"Copy, I'm gonna fly them back to the quinjet. You check for any stragglers."

As Wilson takes off , leaving me with the mess again, I climb onto the crumbling second story and start to survey the scene.

I still don't understand why there aren't more casualties. The museum was opened and it's broad daylight. What I REALLY don't understand is why someone would want to blow up a museum and suck so bad at it that they don't get away with stealing anything or a death count over one.

I'm about to round a corner when I hear the slightest sound of gravel moving along the opposite wall. My knife is in my hand in less than a second.

The person rounds the corner and is in a chokehold within the blink of an eye, knife against their throat. I look down and am met with copper  red hair attacking my face. Under that hair is a girl. My grip loosens, thinking she's a civilian. A civilian with a hard right fucking hook.

I stand there rubbing my jaw and look down to her. Bright blue eyes are staring up at me, an eyebrow arched high as if in challenge.

"Doll, you don't wanna do that."

She just smirks and I sweep my leg out, sending her crashing to the soot covered floor. As she falls she hooks her leg around mine, pulling me after her.

Next thing I know her legs are around my neck and she's holding my metal arm against her chest.

What is it kids say these days? Something about thick thighs saving your life? Well they have apparently never met this woman with thighs of murder cause I can't fucking breath.

Her mistake however was going after me and not Birdman the useless twit. I heave my arm up with ease and stand, launching her down the hall.

Before she can orient herself, I have her pinned underneath me, cuffs around her wrists.

They should really make some for your legs too. I'm almost certain this woman's thighs are deadlier than those tiny fists.

As I haul her upright she doesn't bother to struggle. She laughs. Her lips is bleeding, there's rubble in her hair, and she was just thrown twenty feet across a room and she's looking up at me chuckling.

All I can do is shake my head as I notify Wilson of the extra passenger.

•••

*OC POV*

I look up from the bench I was unceremoniously shoved into moments earlier. Two of the bombers are slumped on the floor in the corner still unconscious.

"Okay Red, time for answers. Who are you and why did your team bomb the museum?" I look up and see the Falcon walking over to me, his arms crossed in as intimidating as a stance one can have with big wings on his back and goggles over half his face.

I just look past him at the man who caught me and tilt my head, looking him over. "Sargent Barnes. It's been a while."

His eyebrows shoot up, face in shock for a moment until he realizes his transparency.

"Wait hold up you-"

Sam was interrupted by Bucky shoving past him, stopping in-front of me with a glare. "Who are you? I sure as hell have never seen you before."

I just smirk at him and shake my head. "So when will we be at the compound? I have a schedule to keep up with and people to see."

Sam walks up beside the imposing force that is Bucky Barnes. "No we ask the questions. Who are you."

"You'll know when you know." I say with a shrug as I sit back and get more comfortable. "You'd think the Avengers would have enough money to have more comfortable seating." I mumble with a shake of my head.

The two men stare at me for a second until the large one armed man grunts in annoyance and looks at Sam. "Call everyone to the conference room. Ten minutes." He shoots me a look and walks off to start gathering his gear.

Birdy just glances at me and informs, apparently, the remaining team members to meet them upon landing.

As the quinjet starts to slow into decent, the hero's haul the men to the door, dumping them to the floor. As we touch down, the unconscious bodies get set outside on the helipad.

As the two walk towards you, Barnes leans in to whisper something into Sams ear. The bird man just looks at him with a raised eyebrow then back to you, seemingly confused.

"What gentleman, offering to escort a lady out. So kind." I smile up at the as they each grab an arm.

"Okay doll loo-"

Before the large man can finish his sentence I'm walking past them backwards, waving at their stupefied expressions as they look at their cuffed together wrists. I hear Sam mumble something about Bucky warning him against killer thighs not quick hands.

"See you boys in a minute." I send them a parting wink as I jump down to the landing.

"Hey we put the guys in holding for questioning. Why do we need to meet in-" The kid walking towards the quinjet finally looked up from his phone and stopped talking when he saw that you were in fact not a super soldier or flying man. "Wait who are you?"

"Hey Petey." I say as I give him a big smile and wrap my arm around his shoulder. "Do you think you could point me to the conference room? And get me some water? Inhaled to much smoke."

He looks confused for a moment as I lead him away from the hanger and the struggling heros trying to separate from each other, but he just shrugs with a smile and leads me into the compound.

[thatfanficstuff]

Nightingale’s Song - 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

Warnings: um...mentions of blood and angst

***

Anna sighed as her and Steve entered the lab. He refused to take her word for it that everything was fine. He wanted an x-ray so he’d dragged her off to Banner. It appeared the scientists were just finishing up the batch of sedatives they needed for the mission.

“Bruce, we need an x-ray,” Steve announced, sounding every bit the disgruntled super soldier he was. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest still annoyed with her for how she’d gone about repairing the damage.

He rushed over. “What happened?”

Tony snorted. “I would guess she failed the test.”

“Guess again, Iron Man,” she said over her shoulder as she followed Banner out the door to head to the infirmary.

“Raven broke Anna’s arm,” Steve said as they moved down the hall in answer to Bruce’s earlier question.

Anna hopped up on the table she’d already spent too much time on. “Arm’s fine. Steve lacks faith in my remarkable healing abilities.”

Bruce hummed in acknowledgement. “Let’s see it.”

Anna held out her arm and Bruce manipulated the limb while watching her for any signs of distress. “Feels fine, Doc.”

“Well, let’s take a look at it.” He ran a scanner over the arm until an image appeared on the large screen beside them. Bruce studied it for a second before looking at Steve. “If I didn’t know you as well as I do, I would say you were lying about the break. There’s no sign of it here. Not even a shadow.”

Anna hopped off the table and patted Steve’s chest. “See Steve. All good. Now, I need clothes I can fight in.”

Steve’s sigh was one of utter defeat and Anna couldn’t stop the small smile that came to her face.

***

In the end, Loki conjured up an outfit for her to wear. It was incredibly comfortable. Natasha then fitted her with a pair of holsters and two pistols along with a couple of knives. Once she was outfitted, Anna found Steve and turned in a circle. “Well, what do you think, boss?”

His lips twitched as he fought a smile. He tapped his chin as if deep in thought. “There’s something missing.”

Anna glanced down in surprise. She thought they’d covered everything. When she looked up to say as much, Steve was undoing the clasp of the chain he was wearing. As he pulled it from his shirt, light caught the stones on the ring that hung from it. Anna gasped before covering her mouth with a trembling hand. It couldn’t be.

“Is that…” she trailed off, not daring to hope he still had it after all this time.

He tilted his head and offered her a crooked smile. “Haven’t taken it off in seventy years. I never thought I’d be able to keep my promise to bring it back to you.”

Anna held up the chain and let the ring fall into her open palm. Tears blurred her vision as she looked at it for the first time in so long. She wanted nothing more than to slip back onto her finger where it belonged, but now wasn’t the time. She didn’t want to risk losing it in some dark corner of a Hydra base. Instead, she put it back onto the chain and clasped it around her own neck before tucking the ring into the collar of her shirt.

She lunged forward, causing Steve to grunt in surprise as she wrapped her arms around him. He was quick to return the gesture. “Thank you, Steve.”

“You’re welcome, Anna. Now, let me keep my other promise to bring Bucky back to you. It’s overdue.”

***

The Quinjet set down a mile away from the facility. It would impede a quick getaway but made it less likely they’d be spotted going in.

Everyone gathered around Steve just outside the jet. “All right, Nat will set the charges. Tony, take point and clear the hallway. Then we split up. Stay in pairs or threes. Lethal actions against the three targets only if necessary. Isolde will take point on the girl. Clint and Raven focus on the boy. Anna and I have Bucky. Call for backup when needed. Stay on comms. Any questions?”

“If any of you happen to find a blond doctor that wears glasses and an obnoxious smirk, let me know. We need to have a little talk,” Anna added. Her tormenter should be long dead, but just like her, he never seemed to age. Bastard.

They all just looked at her for a moment before Steve spoke up. “You heard the lady. Let’s go.”

As they neared the facility, it became apparent that they had somehow managed to go undetected. They quietly took out guards while doing their best to avoid the cameras. Anna licked her lips as she watched the assassin blow the door. There was a moment of stillness, of anticipation, after the explosion and then they charged forward in a flood of light and noise.

Anna and Steve were the last to enter and she wasn’t sure if he wanted to take up the rear or if he was still trying to protect her. Perhaps a combination of both. Though he did step back and let her take the lead as she steered them through the warren of hallways. They paused only to take out the occasional Hydra agent or place an explosive on the wall so they could blow it when they evacuated.

Anna steered them true and they quickly found the cryo chamber where they kept Bucky. It was empty. Of course, it was. Nothing could be that simple. Tension coiled in her belly. What if he wasn’t here at all? What if he was on assignment somewhere?

A heavy hand fell on her shoulder, bringing her back to the present. “We’ll find him.”

She simply nodded her head, not knowing what else to say.

“We’ve got eyes on Winter,” Natasha’s voice suddenly came over the comms. “Hallway 3B. He dodged the tranq shots. Could use a little help here.”

Anna and Steve hurried through the halls, doubling back twice when they realized they’d taken a wrong turn. Finally, they rounded a corner and found Natasha, Clint and Raven fighting Bucky. It was always harder to take someone down when you were trying not to kill them.

Steve sucked in a breath as he saw his best friend. “Buck,” he whispered, Anna barely hearing the word he said so softly. He rushed forward to join the fray but Anna hesitated. Images flashed through her brain of the last time she’d seen him. The cool blade biting into her flesh. The pool of blood she’d awakened in. And the pain. God, the pain.

“Nightingale!”

Steve’s yell brought her back to the present and she realized it probably wasn’t the first time he’d called for her. He grappled with Bucky. Natasha was on the floor struggling to catch her breath with Raven knelt beside her. Clint was trying to get a good shot from his bow without hitting Steve who kept putting himself between his best friend and the archer.

“Hey, Soldier,” Anna called as she moved forward. She placed a hand on Clint’s shoulder and pulled him back. “I got this,” she told him. He stepped back but maintained his stance. She didn’t blame him. She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Breathed through her anxiety. “Asset.” She hated herself even as she called him that. That name that made him a faceless thing. A tool to be used.

Bucky’s gaze shot to her before focusing back on Steve. He wasn’t going to take orders from her. He probably didn’t even remember her healing him.

She sucked in a breath. She only needed his attention long enough to sedate him. So, she sang. “Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper I love you. Birds singing in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Natasha mumbled.

But then they all noticed Bucky shake his head as he tried to stay focused. To keep fighting.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it,” Clint said.

“Say nightie-night and kiss me. Hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me. While I’m alone and blue as can be. Dream a little dream of me,” she continued. Tears trailed down her face.

Bucky turned to face her, his fight forgotten. His face was contorted in confusion. Anna smiled. “Hey, Bucky.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

God, that hurt. But before she could even think of a response, his eyes rolled back in his head. Steve caught him before he hit the ground and draped him across his shoulders. “Let’s go. Everyone else is already at the jet.”

Natasha took the lead and the Bartons brought up the rear. They hurried toward the exit. “So, was that a music tames savage beast kind of thing or what?” Clint asked as he fell into step with her. He kept his voice low so he wouldn’t distract the others.

Anna glanced at him. “Something like that. It was our song. It was how I got his memory back the first time. I figured it was worth a shot.”

Clint smiled and looked at his wife before turning his attention back to Anna. “He must really love you if that cuts through all the shit they filled his head with.”

Anna could only hope that love would be enough to bring him back to her.  

[midas-or-khaos]

Wrong place, Wrong time. Part 1

God of war x borrower oc story

“-And remember, DON’T touch anything! Reavers aren’t exactly a clean bunch,” a gurgling followed. “Ugh, really bad at keeping anything clean in fact.” The poor man really could be a worry wart at times (and a clean freak as always).

“Sindri, I’ll be fine. I promise! Cross my heart and everything. The whetstone will probably be kept somewhere safe if it’s precious enough to be stolen, so it’ll hopefully be clean when I find it.”

“Oh. Well, I hadn’t thought of that. Just...stay safe ok? And don’t get caught!”

“I won’t, I never do. See you soon!”

Reluctantly the dwarf answered,“See you soon jojo.” But the poor dwarf’s knee couldn’t stop shaking, thinking about worst case scenarios. Jojo knew he’d just have to prove poor Sindri wrong once again. Maybe one of these days he’d actually learn there was no use worrying himself into a frenzy. Taking off, the 5 inch figure wasn’t stopped as he scurried along natural ledges in walls, and began his descent into the heart of the earth.

Jojo didn’t see what all the worry was for. One of the few perks of being a borrower was often big folk like Reavers or monsters were always too busy looking ahead for bean sized people, that they never looked far enough down to see him. He knew the dwarf didn’t like asking him for help, even though the boy often came to Sindri’s shop outside ‘Fafnir’s storeroom’ (or whatever he called it) asking for challenges and new borrowing spots.

Most borrowers would call it suicide to be talking to beans and other big folk, ESPECIALLY with all the new monsters that have started popping up recently. Hel walkers they’re called apparently. But Jojo wasn’t most. He’d sought out his favourite Dwarf and brother when his parents died drowning in the lake of nine when the waters suddenly flooded, leaving their 8 year old son to fend for himself. Not immediately, obviously. No, at that point he was still a weedy little scaredy cat himself, not able to be even in the same area when footstep started to shake the earth. It could only last so long though. He hadn’t been old enough to be taken out borrowing before being left alone, and supplies ran low quickly. So, spurt of the desperate, when he saw the two set up shop outside his home in the foothills, the child decided to stride right out into the open and ask for food.

4 years later and he still never regretted that decision. Still scrawny, “the side effect of being young” said Brok, but definitely more confident. Brok taught him a lot of that confidence (and a whole lot of swear words too, despite Sindri’s attempts to undo his brother’s work) and Sindri taught him kindness and generosity. The generosity was only spent on the brothers, because who else was he going to see? No borrower would trust another that hung around beans, and Sindri wouldn’t let him be found by anyone if he had anything to say about it, but kindness he tried to show all IF he could without getting sliced in half.

Gathering focus for the change in environment, the world became darker. White, natural light was flittering out, slowly being replaced by the ethereal glow of blue crystals bouncing off liquid smooth stone corridors leading into a fatal drop. An underground ravine. Nothing had shown its face yet, though the odd grunt of some undead beastie would make itself known now and then. Being so small meant there was no need to cross the water below, or find ways to get the chain ropes down so as to climb across. All he had to do was stick close to the roof where stalactites could be leapt between till he reached some valley in the wall to rest. Nothing too hard. Looking for the fist place to jump, a low hanging spine was just a couple of feet away (to Jojo); taking a leap of faith, the boy managed to snag the tail end. Right, next one. Leaping like a lemur the drop was easily avoided, and soon something came into view. Sunlight yellow was beginning to mix with the unnatural blue, and Jojo knew there was an opening into the outside world around the corner. Good, finally he would be able to see, though he would be easier to spot in the illumination of day.

Sindri

How had Brok convinced him to let Jojo go treasure hunting alone? So many traps, monsters, ancients even! “He’ll be fine” said Brok when the two had discussed it together during one of their rare ‘chats for important matters’. So nonchalantly Brok threw out, “Kid’s never been seen before, he ain’t gonna be now!” We’ll that was just testing fate wasn’t it! The rhythmic thumping of hammer to metal was doing nothing to take his mind off the matter, and a few too many near misses to his thumb told Sindri he wasn’t going to get any real work done at this rate. Perhaps he should have a break and go visit Ivaldi’s workshop?

“Hey Sindri!”

“Agh!!!!” Both hammer and work went flying overhead, just missing the flat of his skull. The lithe boy in question at least had the gall to go red, abashed as he walked over to the Dwarf’s workbench, scratching at the buzzed fuzz across the side his head.

“Sorry.”

“Well you should be! That could’ve hurt you OR me, and all the infections that could get in-”

“Boy, be careful.”

The source of the voice sat further back up the slate corridor, hidden in shadow, hawkish gold glowed beneath a heavy brow.

“Sorry father.” Atreus called back to the hidden figure.

With meaningful strides, the figure came into the light of day, bleach white skin, jet black beard and a crimson tattoo striped across an eye setting the figure apart as none other than his worst fear. Kratos. Why? Why were these two here?

“What brings you two to my place of work to scare me?”

Leaning on the edge of his (freshly cleaned) work bench, the spritely youth explained with excitement, “We’re gonna get that whetstone you wanted!”

Shit! He’d mentioned that to them, hadn’t he? Why had they come to fulfill that promise now, when they seemed so disinterest in before?

“O-o-ooooohhhhh yeahhhhhhh, THAT whetstone. Well...”

Atreus leaned in with a head tilt and a brow lifted, “...well? What’s wrong, did you find it already?”

“No-“

“-No? Then what’s the problem?”

“Speak clearly, we have come for the promise of improvements.” Straight to the point, both father and son were on edge now.

Damn it, he was digging a hole for himself again. Stupid mouth. Obviously, if the two of them went in those mines, there was a chance his kid would get spotted and wearing that rat skin outfit, either of the pair could mistake Jojo for an actual rat and hit him with something. Oooooo, that’s horrifying, don’t think about that! Ughhhh don’t vomit! Don’t-...But On the other hand, there was a chance that the father/son duo could clear the way and make it safer for his boy to get back. And more searching eyes makes for less work. Sindri would just have to encourage them not to be too... liberal with their killing.

“Yes the offer is still there, but you must heed this warning.”

“You mentioned no warning before, why?” The irritation lacing the bestial man’s tone didn’t keep itself hidden, growls billowing out that barrel chest. The dwarf didn’t shirk away like a turtle. Not at all.

“O-oh-well-I didn’t know before. Bbbbut I got new information...from Brok. He said not tooooooo... kill the ratssssss?”

The growls took a higher pitch.

“Errrrr, ok? Are the rats protected are something?” Quizzed Atreus, bringing the blacksmith off the subject of the terrifying god before him. A perfect excuse.

“YES! Yes, sorry, the rats are the protected subjects of Freya. Wouldn’t want to upset her right?!”

“Oh! Well, she never mentioned that when we met her.” These two met FREYA! Of course they had, who was he kidding, they’d met everyone and probably started a fight with them too.

“Must’ve slipped her mind, now hurry up! Don’t want any drauger or wolves to get their disgusting hands all over it! Otherwise it’ll be so dirty even I won’t be able to clean it!”

The excuse was enough. The two turned (but not before the kid’s enthusiastic good bye) and disappeared below the cramped passage into the inky black mines, their footsteps echoing out.

“Please let this be the right idea.” Huffed out Sindri with stale, held breath, shaking his head at his own recklessness.

Jojo

Making the last of his descent down the sheer cliff walls, vibrant green broke the dead stone and made life at the edge of the darkness. The sweet ache from overworked tendons and muscles began the slow process of slipping away, fresh air and bird song rejuvenating the boy’s ambition to find his prize, a grin pulling at bubbly cheeks. He was halfway now! Strolling through the ivy, form barely making a rustle, sunlight illuminated the boy’s way through the thickets. Brok mentioned that before he reached the main chamber where the actual traps and treasure was kept, there was a ‘small’ field for him to cross with bits of precious metals along the way. Jojo knew he’d need to make height soon in order to know where he was going, but this time it’d have to be calculated; all black stood out in all this greenery. Now where to go? Rocks. He could use the rocks as an outpost to look out: dark coloured, easy to climb and easy to blend into. Just a matter of reaching it. Strolling through the ivy, the speckled light beaming on the crumbled earth was just enough to guide the way forward, boots barely making a sound.

Squawk

Stopping dead, a cold trail prickled along his back. The boy made the slowest tilt back possible to peak throught the canopy, trying to avoid detection. Too late, looking with a ghostly green eye, a monsterous raven was stalking with keen interest, perched almost serenely upon it’s watch point. Ravens weren’t notorious borrower hunters, seeing people like him often as a chore to catch and consume. But rats...rats were their favourite.

And he was dressed as one.

Atreus

“Father, what do you think had Sindri so shook?”

“Anything, boy. The dwarf has a talent for fear.” No denying that, agreed the doe eyed boy. Sindri did fear just about everything.

Crouching did nothing for the chalk giant, disgruntled grunts sounding out amongst the overhead drips of droplets every time his bald head scraped the sandpaper rough ceiling. It’s one of the few examples in life that made Atreus happy to be short. Yowls were coming from further into the mineshaft, but drauger were a minor setback, easily dispatched.

“Be on your guard boy, we are nearing danger.”

Jojo

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-“ How could one bird be more persistent then all the drauger in the world?

SSSSSQQQQUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!

Too close! Every attack was only wearing the borrower down more; the saving grace from this endless stream of dive bombs was that in the bird’s haste, it made enough flapping to give its location away at all times, making it easier to dodge. But now Jojo was lost, lost and close to just falling down if his quaking limbs were anything to go by.

Atreus

“Well that was easy.”

A sagely look was drawn toward Atreus, not angry, but not impressed, “Easy because there are two of us, boy, but don’t let your guard down because you perceive an enemy as ‘easy’.”

Always one to lecture. “Yes sir.”

The cave entrance as coming into sight, stoic father and brash son walking side by side. With electrical arrows at the ready and frosty axe drawn the odd pair walked into daylight, sun illuminating the thick blood staining their skin and wares. Both were ready for any kind of battle ahead, be it fierce or simple.

Well, except for the kind of battle that they stumbled onto.

“Father? What’s wrong with that bird?” Quizzed Atreus, looking up, but Kratos was busy scanning the wooded field

“It hunts for prey boy, pay it no mind.” No beating around the bush.

“But it looks like one of Odin’s crows.”

The barely there expression of strained, chalk temples and widening, heavy set eyes might as well have been a scream.“Shoot it down.”

This rarity was not lost on the boy, heart pounding in response. If his ever-stoic dad was frightened, this was more of a danger than he had anticipated. Wasting no time, Atreus locked on as the bird went for another dive, and let loose a wizzing arrow. It fired true puncturing the breast and punching through to the other side with a resounding crack of the rib cage. The creature never hit its mark, breaking apart in a surprising burst of green flame, but never actually setting anything on fire. The witchcraft of Odin was strange indeed.

The boy couldn’t feel pleasure out of his elegant kill, still too shaken by what he’d seen. Atreus knew better than to ask his father what was wrong, the man would switch on him like a rabid dog driven mad by rabies if any fear was ever acknowledged.

“We go on, boy.”

Kratos took the lead, heading further uphill into the tree trunk horizon, sun spilling over the crest and illuminating some of the lower valley where the boy stood. Atreus made no move to follow. If he was to get answers, it would have to be now whilst his father charged on unaware. Tip toeing over to where the bird would have fallen, eyes trained on his father, the archer found his arrow wedged fast into the soft earth with wandering hands. Turning his gaze for just a moment to inspect his find, there were signs of burns, suggesting that the animal must’ve been made of pure magic; probably a spy of some kind if Odin had anything to do with it, the man was notoriously suspicious and crafty (even all seeing as his mother had mentioned) so would want to know at all times what was going on in midguard. Hold on... pulling the tip of the spear out, a rat skin sat pierced at the end. Weird thing was though, it was clean, even looking tanned on the inside like some kind of weird miniature hooded tunic! This wasn’t an animal the crow had caught and killed, but clearly was worn by the thing that the bird was after on the ground. Wait... Sindri mentioned not killing any rats, but this one was allowed to die and be made into clothes, meaning Freya wasn’t protecting the rats at all. Sindri was lying, he was protecting whoever wore this tunic-

“BOY! COME!”

Oops. He’d zoned out too long.

“Father, I think Sindri was lying!”

Footstep were coming down behind him in a charge. Curiosity wouldn’t let him leave, but flight was making his feet flitter and shake, ready to take off from the raging bull behind him.

“Did I just not tell you to follow?! The dwarf is of no concern-“ Fighting curiosity won over.

“DAD! Just. Look.”

Turning back and presenting the tunic to the man who’d finally reached him, the golden hue burned brightly with hatful embers down at the find. Just as quickly the gaze focused back on the child. He neither cared nor understood.

“It’s a tunic, made from the skin of a rat. Sindri said the rats here were under the protection of Freya, but if that were true, this one wouldn’t be dead and Odin’s ravens wouldn’t dare go after it. Sindri’s hiding something.”

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The Fire You Breathe.

WARNINGS | slight violence, mentions of death, and tooth-rotting fluff! (Is that even suppose to be a warning??? Idk)

NOTES | this part takes place in Meereen where my oc first comes in contact with Daenerys as a slave, he was use for his dragon shifting to kill others. He will be set free by Daenerys and the two will bond in an unlikely way.

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Agnar watched in curiosity; the silver-haired woman that had come to Meereen was there for the freedom of slaves, to take them along with her to somewhere safe, to somewhere he'd be free. It was a shock to hear her speak in the tongue of their language. He felt the wings on his back flicker esthetically, the ears attached to his skull perked up. This girl would free them?

How?

"Your enemy stands beside you," the woman said, her gaze drifting from one person to another "your enemy steals and murders your children."

Agnar huffed as a young man brushed past him, specifically a slave, his neck holding a collar. Agnar gave it a look, his upper lip pulled up as so did his left nostril. He had a collar too. It hurt.

"Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering," the woman started again. "And commands." She turned her gaze to the right, her sliver hair twisting and turning in the wind.

"I do not bring you commands." She paused "I bring you a choice." Agnar could feel a small amount of hope running through his veins, a feeling that crawled into his chest and sprawled out with a bird's wings. This feeling of hope was only coming from him because of the woman, the beautiful woman who wants to free them. Including Agnar.

"And I bring your enemies what they deserve."

He hoped.

The crowed of slaves had gone quiet, the only thing heard was the golden winds of sand. Agnar wrapped his dark wings around him, the hooks on the corners had linked together creating a small cloak for him. What was she going to do?

"Forward!"

The freed men brought forward catapults, the heavy wheels cracked against the sandy grounds. The men who pushed them had no collars and were only covered in metal. The men and women gasped and looked at each other, the royal men and women had done the same.

"Fire!"

The sounds of the shootings were scratching at Agnar's ears, the metal was scraping at wood in a harsh manner. Suddenly there were barrels being thrown, many ducked and some ran away from the scene, the screams and cries came from so many slaves. The royal were flinching too, the frightened looks in their eyes brought Agnar joy that they would be saved in no time. Then something bewildering happened. Once they reached the palace they broke into pieces, falling onto the pavement like rain.

Agnar held his wings above his head head closed his eyes, he whined in destress as heavy objects fell on him. The screams were silent but the gasping in awe wasn't. Agnar opened his eyes to see round pieces of metal on the ground, the silver bolts in the m were broken leaving the metal split. He crouched down to pick one up seeing it wasn't just any metal, it was the collar from the other slaves the woman had freed.

She freed all of them...

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The people adored her, they showered her in shouts of joy and raised their hands that held the collars they once had, they smiled gleefully at the woman as she walked to the palace. Agnar was smiling wider than he's ever smiled, the toothy grin had popped from the others bare human teeth. He didn't need to kill anyone anymore, he didn't need to watch people he loved die in front of him anymore, he was finally free!

He could see the woman as she stood above the palace, her purple gaze lowered to the men and woman who shouted and chanted out loud. The royal stood silently, their faces tired and damaged. Good, they didn't need to be left alone. Then one of the free men shouted to another, the other men pushed the royal back before leading the away from the other freed slaves. The shouting still went on.

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The royal were nailed to boards that were put like crosses, the screams of agony filled Agnar's ears in such a way that made his heart ache; he didn't like them but he still hated their sounds of pain. They were already hurt, why hurt them more? Agnar looked up to see the woman, her hair so white that it beat the color of snow, her glare so stern that it turned the fading sun into stone. There was something about her, a woman with such power could kill anyone she wanted.

She looked down at him, he looked at her. She smiled kindly. The screams were starting to fade into groans and exclaims of pain, the men's arms extended out to the left. Agnar paid no mind to them anymore, he was admiring his savior.

The woman turned to a man behind her, speaking quietly to him as she took glances at Agnar. What was she saying? Then the man spoke to another, he only got a nod in response. The man had made his way towards Agnar, his armor clanged against his skin as he walked. The spear in his hand made Agnar swallow. "Daenerys would like to see you." Daenerys? What a fascinating name. Agnar looked up to see that Daenerys had vanished, leaving no trail of her behind. The man had assured Agnar to follow him up to the palace, the heavy metal disturbed the eerie silence. The royal men had gone quiet.

Once in the palace the man had pointed in a direction that confused Agnar, he hadn't been in the palace in a while. "She's waiting in here."

Agnar stepped forward, his wings twitched and curled around him. Why does she want to see him? He wasn't special like her. He came across the great halls, the flames that burned in the torches were waring up his body in fast ways, his ears began listening for Daenerys. "I've noticed you below the palace." The woman's sweat voice called from another room. "You're different from the rest." Then she walked in, her clothing switched from the blue and white gown to a black chest plate and a brown skirt. Her hair still the same.

Agnar felt his cheeks heat up, he let his wings fall to the floor. "Err- yes." He said lowering his head. Daenerys smiled. "Interesting, I've never met a hybrid before, in fact I've never heard of one." She walked closer to Agnar before guiding him to a seat. "Come, have a talk with me." She sat him down in a small seat, allowing him to relax his back and wings. She sat in front of him, admiring his features. The boy wasn't really much to look at, he was still forming into a young man but his features were good enough to Daenerys; his green eyes and heavy hair that fell over his ears. He was gifted with such dark skin that it matched the bronze sand. His wings were the one thing that caught her eye; black scaled with slight tones of red, the webbed part was slightly transparent and red as well.

Wings like Drogon.

"Are you from Meereen?" She asked, crossing a leg over another. "No, I'm from the north actually." Daenerys nodded in acknowledgement, the white hair beginning to fall over her shoulders. Agnar enjoyed the cold, he wasn't always hot and over-heated like he was in Meereen. He let out a sigh. "Do you have parents?" Agnar shook his head. "They were killed." Daenerys frowned, and lowered her head to her hands, the black lace around them began to itch at her skin. She felt many things for this boy, sorrow, pain, and even guilt, she wasn't the one that killed his family but it still hurt to hear.

"What about you?"

The voice brought her back to reality, her eyes met with bright green ones. She smiled sadly. "My brother was killed and my parents-- well, I'm not sure. Me and my brother were smuggled years ago after my birth and I can't remember the rest." Agnar's ears flattened against his skull. "But I've come a long way, I am a mother of dragons and a ruler of all the freed men."

Agnar smiled lightly and wrapped his wings around him once again, his arms crossing over one another. "Has your mother or father come from the dragon breed?" Daenerys asked. "My father, he was a shifter as well but managed to shapeshift into full human and full dragon instead of being half like me."

Beautiful.

"Are you a wyvern?" Agnar nodded frantically. "Yes! I'm from the wyvern family and blood." Daenerys grinned, dimples began forming around her cheeks. It brang her great joy to see such a creature like him, a wonderful creature of both the human form and dragon form. Maybe someday they would be one with each other, this boy would stand by her in war and would fight beside her, maybe he'll even free more slaves with her and lead them. Together.

"What is your name dragon boy?" Agnar looked at Daenerys and gave her a toothy grin. "Agnar, I'm Agnar."