#but I definitely would’ve designed his mask around how theirs look if I had

[golden-stag]

- WIP -

I’ve been using these to work on as warmups when I can, but here’s an update on how Guilty Gear-ing my OCs is going!

Ft. Zazz!

He and Lucy are part of a set I cannot seperate them.

[tchalla-rogers]

Charlie’s Angels

AVENGERS FANFICTION (eventual steve rogers x reader)

PART 3. Mission’s Compromised

SERIES MASTERLIST

previous parts: part 1. part 2.

next parts: part 4. part 5. part 6. part 7. part 8.

Tony was excited about having you three on the team but he was even more excited about having his team design your uniforms with new technology. The team had already designed some for you guys, but he had to figure out what you three were capable of before adding new technology features. He tried to put his suspicions about the three of you to the back of his mind by continuously working on your uniforms. Fury approved of Claire, Salia, and you but if something was wrong, he would blame Tony firsthand. He was somehow okay with accepting this because he trusted you guys fairly well. Well, besides Claire. She still had some work to do.

He made his way downstairs to where a few of the Avengers were helping you guys learn about your powers, the best ways to control them, and learning how to fight in combat. It had been over a week of you guys being here and miraculously, you guys easily fit in. He teamed Nat up with Salia, Sam and Wanda up with Claire (she definitely needed two), and Steve up with you. He pulled up the screen as Bruce was assessing their skills. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., pull up Y/N’s data.”

“Y/N McAvoy, age 25, has the ability to heal herself and others at an accelerated pace, superhuman strength like Mr. Rogers, pyrokinetic and element control abilities, enhanced eyesight, and the ability to teleport, Boss.” Tony was looking at her list of abilities with a shocked face and Bruce nodded, already witnessing some of her powers before hands.

“Damn, they really have words for every superpower now. Do we have any idea of how they’ve even garnered these abilities?” he muttered to Bruce.

“You probably should’ve asked them before having them join the team, man.” Bruce shrugged and went back to typing on his keyboard while watching the girls.

“And Salia?” “Salia Frazier, age 26, has telekinetic and electrokinetic abilities, superhuman strength like Ms. McAvoy, the ability to teleport, and has high instinctive reactions during combat.”

He could care less about Claire, but he needed to know before thinking of what to create with her suit. “Claire?”

“Claire Borne, age 25, is able to perform mind control, possess control of another person’s body, has superhuman strength, hypnokinetic and thermokinetic abilities.”

Tony was absolutely stunned from each thing he just heard, but already had some ideas to install in their uniforms. “Send that list to my computer upstairs.”

***

“Alright, before we look at anything...I need to ask something first.” Tony sat around Bruce, Claire, Salia, and you almost eager to show you all what he thought up. The three of you nodded, thinking it’d be a simple question. “Did you know you had these abilities?”

Claire spoke up, “I knew as soon as I used my powers to get free food.”

Tony was honestly getting tired of Claire, yet he enjoyed her humor. It definitely took a lot to get used to this past week and he sometimes wanted her not to open her mouth. But that humor lightened up some stressful situations, he was sure. “You knew about them? Do you know how you got them?”

“Here’s a tip: Don’t go into an abandoned building. And another: If you hear hissing, know that it’s not a cat and it’s about to blow.”

“It doesn’t take a genius to know that,” you simply said, rolling your eyes at Claire once again. “We wanted to get out but you were scared a cat was stuck in that place.”

“So...you think that whatever blew up in that building gave you these powers?”

“Most definitely.” Claire nodded her head and tapped her fingers on the table. “Just don’t know how we didn’t discover these other things.”

“You didn’t realize you had superhuman strength?” Bruce sat there, continuously typing on his computer.

You laughed. “We absolutely did. That took some time to adjust to but somehow we did.”

“How long?”

“Since freshman year of college.”

“That long…” gasped Bruce. He wasn’t sure how they’ve hidden it for this long and how they haven’t triggered any radar. There was no wonder why they had some people after them. They’ve probably lost control of their powers and it came back to bite them in the ass at some point.

“Tell me about it,” Salia sighed. “If we had you guys a little earlier then we would’ve had fuller control.”

“Yeah, and if you didn’t then you would probably not be using it for good reasons. So, good thing you didn’t discover most of this earlier.” Tony started pulling up some stuff on his computer, moving screens and typing. “You guys still definitely do not have control of your powers and we’ll work on that. But hopefully, this will help and motivate you a bit more.” A machine whirred and you saw three mannequins in uniforms move towards the table. Underneath each uniform, a sign held each of your names.

“Oh, shit, we’re like the sexier Powerpuff Girls,” Claire exclaimed and moved to stand up and inspect the uniforms. “Actually I take that back, I don’t want to sexualize little cartoon girls. We’re Charlie’s Angels.”

You inspected your uniform, looking at the leather tight to the frame.

“I had my team design your uniforms and I just added a few features that would help. You wanna try them on?”

Once everyone’s uniforms were on, each of you were checking each other’s out. Salia’s uniform was a sleek deep blue, Claire’s was red and fit her body nicely, and yours was black on the arms and yellow on the rest of your body. It fit comfortably and was snug enough for you three to move in if you needed to. Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Wanda walked into the room. You definitely noticed Steve’s eyes on you the entire time Tony was checking to make sure everything fit perfectly fine. “Alright, go test these out.”

You walked over to Steve in your uniform a bit awkwardly, scared that you looked stupid in it. “How does it look?” You twirled and instantly regretted because you knew it looked like you were flirting. Steve definitely was a lot quieter than you thought he would but and a lot more authoritative. Training wasn’t as much talking as you thought it would be. It was him telling you what to expect with fighting. It didn’t hurt to try and make conversation with him since you knew the two of you would be working together a lot.

Steve scratched the back of his neck as his eyes masked any sign of attraction or want to answer you. “Let’s test it out first.”

“Alright, Tony says there’s a lot packed in this uniform,” he said, crossing his arms as he stood beside you in the room Tony had for all of you. Salia and Claire were already beginning on checking each feature of theirs and you were too nervous to try anything. “All to assist with your pyrokinetic and geokinetic abilities, enhanced eyesight, healing abilities, and it can adjust with each time you use teleportation. Your strength will come from your own self.”

“Honestly...I have no idea what ‘geokinetic abilities’ are,” you muttered.

He smiled at you. Wow, that’s a first. It’s been a straight face this entire time. “It just means that you can control and manipulate Earth elements.”

“Why would I need that?”

“It might come in handy,” he chuckled. “But, we can’t really test all of your abilities in here. So, now we see how well the uniform works with combat.”

“Fuck...really? Aren’t we done with figh-.” Steve kicked your legs out from underneath and you yelped as you hit the ground. The air left your lungs and it took you a few seconds before glaring at Steve. You stumbled to stand up but got into a stance to fight back at Steve. He smirked and threw a punch which you quickly blocked and tried to kick at his stomach to knock him back. He grabbed your leg quickly and pulled it from underneath you, having you on the ground again. At this point, you desperately wanted to continue to stay on the ground. “I’m not getting up.”

“Come on.” You grunted and finally stood up when he threw another punch at you, you grabbed his hand and pushed yourself from the ground. You closed your eyes and fell on the ground from the force. Except instead of a cold white floor, you fell onto the grass. Your eyes opened quickly and you found yourself outside of the compound with Steve on the ground next to you with knowing eyes. “Did I just do that?”

Steve dusted himself off and stood up, grabbing your hand to help you up. You nodded in thanks but still had no idea how you just did that. “You’ll gain power of everything you have if you use your brain.” Steve got back up in his stance. You honestly really wanted to test out this all of these things that Tony and Bruce said that you had. “Just don’t think too hard and hurt yourself.”

You tried your best to use your brain as Steve wanted you to, but you just found yourself squeezing your eyes hard attempting to focus. “I said don’t hurt yourself. Want it. Like how you wanted to be out of that room. Try just simply trying to change the ground we’re standing on.”

“Like how?” You were all out of ideas. Sure, it was simply trying to say that all you had to do was use your brain, but it was a lot harder doing it. Not knowing that you had these abilities for years didn’t make it any easier.

“The same way you use it when you want to heal or when you controlled your enhanced strength. It’s just the same.” You closed your eyes and sighed at Steve’s calm, reassuring voice. To be honest, you were a huge fan of him when you walked into the Compound but he seemed like he wasn’t interested. After being here for a week, he simply just said “hi” and “bye” any time you passed each other and barely spoke during combat training. There was one day when Bucky assisted Steve with training and that was the most you had seen him talk. Now, it looked like he genuinely wanted to see you succeed. And you couldn’t say that that wasn’t attractive to you. Everything about him was attractive to you but he probably wasn’t looking for anything.

With some concentration, you imagined the ground beneath you cracking. Hopefully not enough for the both of you to fall into but hopefully enough for you to make Steve know that it worked. The only time you used your healing abilities was when you had work injuries, Claire was stabbed in the arm and Salia was shot in the leg. Claire’s was the first time you ever healed someone and you wouldn’t say it wasn’t painful for her. In just a few seconds the ground tumbled a little beneath you and you lost your stance. You tripped from how sudden it was but Steve had grabbed you before you could fall. You opened your eyes flustered and looking straight at him. He smiled at you and helped you stand back up before you assessed the damage you did. It just looked like grass that had been hit with lightning but it was satisfying to know that you did something.

***

It had been two months. Two months of consistent training, mission simulations, uniform alterations, discovering new things with each of your powers, and a budding relationship with Tony and Steve. Tony became such a father figure in your life and Steve became a very close friend. You honestly didn’t believe that you would become closest with Steve but he was always there when you needed help. And you could tell how much he had cared for you as a friend, too. Claire thoroughly believed that him and you would become a “thing” but you denied everything she said. Now it was time for your very first mission after Tony permitted it. It was a short one and they believed it would be an easy one.

On the quinjet, you double-checked to make sure everything was working fine. Sure, they said it would be an easy mission but that didn’t mean that your nerves weren’t having a field day. Steve pulled you to the side to make sure you were alright. “Hey, you got this.” He rubbed your shoulder and double-checked all of your equipment. “We’ll be in and out.”

“The faster we’re back, the quicker I can hit up Chick-fil-A,” you said and stretched in your suit to be a little more comfortable.

“I agree.” Sam sat with his chin resting on his hand. He was honestly just ready to arrive so that he could get this over with. He didn’t want to tell anyone that he was seriously starving. Tony and Nat focused on navigating on the quinjet and would be making sure that Steve, Bucky, Sam, Claire, Salia and you were constantly okay during the mission.

A while later, the eight of you had finally landed and Tony did one final check to make sure everything was working. He went over what the mission entailed before stating that everything was set. “Alright, Bucky, you’re with Salia and you guys take Floor 1. Sam and Claire, check Floor 2. Y/N, you’re with me and we’ll scan Floor 3. Remember, we’re checking for the data on the dangerous weapons HYDRA has been working on. If we take it, it’ll hopefully inhibit their production of weapons. If we can’t take it, don’t risk yourself for the mission. If it’s right, there’s always a second chance.”

All of you finally split off into each level and began scanning. Thanks to having enhanced eyesight, it definitely was a quicker scan than you thought. A voice came through on your comm.

“Claire and I have located the data, scanning and downloading it now.”

“Good, good. Let us know when it’s complete. Everyone else, stay alert.” Natasha ordered and was listening attentively on the comms and Tony made sure everything was going to plan.

Steve and you continued to walk through each room, making sure that nothing was out of the ordinary. It reached the last room and Steve assessed the door. It had a big lock on it that definitely wouldn’t be able to be unlocked without some noise. You believed that it was definitely holding something in there, something to do with the mission.

A crackling sound was heard in all of your comms. “Mission compromised! We’re headed to the quinjet now! Steve, Bucky...I suggest leaving now!” Sam hollered and you looked right at Steve. In the center of his chest, a red dot was visible and that could only mean one thing. You gasped and pushed him out of the way before hearing two pops and pain in your lower back. Steve instantly dragged you behind cover and assessed your injuries. You could barely move, groaning each time Steve moved you slowly assessing the damage.

You kept panting from the pain that wouldn’t go away. “Hey, hey, breathe. It’ll be okay.” Steve’s eyebrows scrunched together, noticing that the bullets didn’t come through the front. They were still in and there was no way you could heal yourself correctly without them out. “Y/N’s down! I need assistance!” Steve yelled into the comms. “Y/N, breathe. Stay with me.” Your eyes were slowly closing and Steve couldn’t do anything but panic, worry lacing his voice. “Keep your eyes open, okay?”

Everything he was saying was muffled and nothing could leave your now bloody lips. All you heard through your comm was everyone else shouting and none of it could be heard. You only focused on Steve’s eyes before everything went dark.

[chapitre7]

30.000 Years

Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo [달의 연인-보보경심 려] fanfiction

Soul Mates/Chance Meetings AU / Partially canon

Wang So/Hae Soo

Mentions of Lee Ji An from My Ahjussi

Shameless use of Utada Hikaru

For @wyndrider. Happy birthday!

Read on AO3

“If I lived a million lives, I would’ve felt a million feelings and I still would’ve fallen a million times for you.”

— R.M. Drake 

  He was a tree, once. It may have been the first time they met, but not the one that started it all. Time, always twisting and turning, yet a mystery to our conceptions, has a tricky way of working. It branches out, up, down, backwards, forwards. One simple event, one single spark, is enough to set it free. Time is alive, perhaps. Self-aware. A romantic.

 He was a tree. Giving her shelter, giving her shade. Showering her with flowers in spring, littering the ground with leaves in autumn to provide her with an outdoor blanket. She often came to see him, to be with him. There was something wrong in the main house and he was her escape. Sitting upon a hill, it was like everything behind them wasn’t important, didn’t exist. Her father never came after her, and for that, he was glad. He could give her a little comfort. Peace for her reading, for her crying.

 When she came to him dressed as a bride, he was sad at the prospect of a farewell.  The wind carried away his leaves, his branches shaking, as if sobbing. Nothing could have prepared him for her plan. He was just a tree who lived in the moment, who could not think ahead, who could not stop anything. So he just witnessed as she tied the rope around his tallest branch and took her leap into the abyss.

 He died not much longer after they came to take her away. At least, it wasn’t a long time for a tree. It might have been years until his trunk dried out, perished to nature’s merciless hands. No, he could not blame nature. Without someone to enjoy the summer sun under his protection, he no longer had a meaning to live. No one from the main house ever came near him again.

 And no one was her.

  The first time he was a woman, she was a woman, too, so it was doomed from the start. At least at that point in history. Time may be a romantic, but it cannot promise happiness — that much we know, from their story alone. Spiraling, spiraling through the fabric of ages, their threads would always entangle, always design the most intricate shapes in their desperate quest for love. But threads are so delicate, so easy to unravel, though they always tried their best. They tried.

 His soul belonged to a saleswoman. She sold accessories for women. Hair pieces, bracelets, cheap trinkets for simple girls. She helped design them and she was proud about it, always making sure the finished product was just as she had envisioned them. As she was a woman, her temper and demanding tone weren’t well seen, so some said she was bound to end up alone forever. That was fine by her. She had no interest in marriage or tending a house.

 The other came unannounced, as she always did. Her presence was always so innocent, almost as if she didn’t mean to be so special. In truth, neither of them were special, neither of them meant to challenge fate so strongly. It wasn’t their fault that Time fell in love with their souls. So they were innocent, lived innocently, until the impact of their touch set history off course, set a mark. Threads, entangling.

 The touch on her hand meant to be casual. Just a woman selling a ring to another woman. But that hand was smaller, fairer. She was definitely a noble, was the saleswoman’s thought. Definitely, with that healthy complexion, that silky hair. She didn’t know if she was envious or if the desire to touch the lady’s hair was something else entirely. The saleswoman slipped the ring on her finger to show her how it looked, and the lady’s smile was an unexpected blow. The saleswoman, without thinking much at all, reached forward and placed a hairpin on her hair. “It looks beautiful on you, agassi,” the woman said, praising her own merchandise, but the lady laughed. She laughed. When was the last time she received such a treasure?

 The saleswoman never married. The lady probably did. Did she think of her on the long nights of life as well?  If not on all of them, maybe on some, with the moon as her witness? Did she wonder what it would be like, to give in to uncontrollable feelings? If she was a noble lady, did she love the husband her family chose for her? The saleswoman hoped so. Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, she felt she had already felt too much sadness over failed marriages. Bridal robes floating in the wind.

 With her last breath, she hoped she could love all she wanted in her next life.

 Or to not be born at all.

But what was special about their souls? Was there simply a void the other filled, made complete? Is that what the songs said, the poetry, the lovers? Is that what dreams are made of, the legends, what keeps us going when there’s no other hope to have? Soul mates, soul twins, one soul, divided in two?

 What is known — he was once a prince. She was nobody, and she was his everything. Their eyes, meeting through a crowd; his arms, seizing her and setting her on his own path, unaware of the meaning of the action, of the weight of her life on his. And what other ending could there have been for them if not premature death? Words dead in throat, never to have lived to see the light of day, so much love yet to give but nobody left to give it to? Their tragedy, their incompleteness, is the start. A spark that unsettles the map of the universe. Souls are but speckles of stardust, they are but energy, there can’t be such specifics pairs to match, to come together. There is only energy. There is only life, to begin where one ends.

 So what made their souls different? What about them inspired broken-hearted writers?

 Maybe Time’s own broken heart, gripping their threads tightly, spinning them so they could meet again and again and again. Maybe Fate’s regret. Love’s dreams. Or the prince’s longing, his heart’s cries echoing through the infinity of space.

 However it was, whatever happened, their souls traveled. They wandered, they sought each other out, with no memory of their loss until their bodies, the vessels of their souls, remembered what it was like to feel the other. A recognition unlike any other, that made no sense. There’s no sense about the two of them; sometimes one is the bird that sings by the other’s window after their mother passes away; sometimes they’re a plant, giving the other oxygen. Sometimes they’re a precious pet, who warms the other on cold nights of winter, signifying a whole life of happiness in the brief time they’re alive. They’re not sense; they’re the pursuit of happiness.

 The prince’s soul, who’s lived for thousands of years, is birthed again. And just like every other time, it suffers; that’s how we know it’s him. That’s how we recognize him, as if Time did not have the power to change him. In that petite girl’s body, the prince’s soul loses again. Struggles. Hates, when it wanted to love. Abandons, when it wanted to stay. Lives every pain that he lived, almost like a monstrous joke. The girl survives. Like the prince survived.

 But Fate tries their hand at something else. With a bleeding heart, it sets a different course for that soul. Somebody else comes into the girl’s life, someone who was not who Time intended. Someone with the power to change everything.

 Could it be that Fate was breaking their ill meetings? That they were finally made for something different in that life?

 But reader, we’ve come this far. We know they’re naught but remains of old stars, that nothing is set in stone for them. It’s a conspiracy of the cosmos, nothing more, nothing less. So what could different meetings mean, if not the enrichment of their own souls, the accumulation of energy for something more?

 Oh Fate. I can see your bleeding heart from here.

 So, we find ourselves here: our last destination. Not the last for them; theirs is an endless loop of meetings. But maybe this is the happier one. Maybe this is the one we’ve been looking for. It’s where they find joy. Because despite her heart belonging to another, she, who bears the prince’s soul, still meets the court lady’s soul. And because she promised to be happy, she gives in to the meeting. A meeting just like it once happened. Maybe more than once. It’s hard to keep track.

 They bump into each other on the street.

 She drops the coffee cups she was carrying back to her office. She has a gut feeling to snap, but she doesn’t. In this life, she was not raised among wolves. In this life, she has suffered, but she has also learned to live, to give happiness a chance. So she just sighs and bents to pick up her trash, nodding to his apologies, not looking at him until she does. He has a funny expression on his face, a grimace, like the court lady used to wear. She lets out a chuckle, unable to contain herself. She already knows that people wear so many masks to hide their true selves, so many that sometimes they don’t even know themselves, but still she chuckles, bares her emotions for a second. The next second she’s biting her lower lip, composing herself, but it’s too late, he’s heard her, and he’s smiling and offering to pay for the damage. Her impulses say no, tell her to leave, but that’s just the fear talking, the past talking. She nods instead, follows him, and their threads come together again, walking towards a complete circle.

 I will not say it’s a happy ending, or even that it ended at all. One does not simply find happiness with such simplicity, or so early. I will, however, say that when she lies awake at night, his body warming her back, their fingers interlaced before her eyes, she wonders if that’s what happiness feels like. She didn’t know, she hadn’t learned, just like our prince never had his chance, had to fight for it. She’s tired of fighting, she has already fought so much, she wants to let go.

 She turns in his arms, faces him. With her hand, she traces his cheekbones, his eyelashes. She doesn’t know, but fate can see how they’re mirrors of each other’s soul. Fate knows how the scene plays itself again, and how even her thoughts are an echo from centuries ago, playing against the walls of creation. Am I allowed to be happy like this?

He smiles in his dreams, opens his eyes to the reality of her. He exhales soundly through his nose, places his hand upon hers.

 “Ji An,” he says. “Sometimes, I feel you’re so far from me. Where do you go?”

 She smiles, almost as if she can see the irony of his words, but knowing she’s always the one left behind.

 “Thirty thousand years ago and back,” she says. He chuckles.

 “Is that how old you are?”

 “Yes.”

 He hums, pulls her closer to his chest.

 “In that case,” he says, and she can hear his heartbeats punctuating his pauses, “will you take me with you?”

 She wraps her arms around him, as if accepting his request, thinking that maybe, thirty thousand years is all she’ll get in the end. She thinks that maybe, this is where her journey finally ends. The moonlight showers their bodies on the bed through the open window, casts shadows on the wall, shadows of a past where it all began. The prince who suffered, the court lady who gave it all back. The end meeting at the beginning, a flawless circle. But it’s only flawless to those who don’t know any better. We know better; we see the knots, we see the spots where the threads almost tore themselves apart. But Time, hopeless Time, marches on, their souls carefully cradled between its hands.

 So is it the end?

 I’ll tell you there were partings, there were tears. There were misunderstandings, there were reconciliations. There were almost ends, and new beginnings.

 But everybody finds love, in the end.

If I can live again, I want to be the rain that falls, the rain that falls on you, that wets your path so it can reflect your light in darkness.

 I want to be the flowers that blossom to you in spring, the leaves that protect your fall in autumn.

 I want to be the air you breathe, and everything you see. I want to be every life that you live, every part that makes you who you are.

 This I swear. I’ll fight time, and I’ll fight fate, and I’ll fight whoever stands in my way.

 If I can, I’ll find you.

 I’ll find you, and I’ll be with you, in any way that I can.

 And I can, and I will.

 This I promise you.