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[no-happi-endings]

“You look like you’re about to pop, eh?” (Anne)

She felt enormous. “I’m miserable. I can’t do anything anymore. I can’t walk along the beach by myself, I can’t run, I can’t sit out to late at night or people get nervous, and I’m supposed to be ‘relaxing’. I can’t do that just doing nothing all day.”

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The Miracle of Life || Mina and Jenna

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Mina was staying with Jenna while she was bedridden, to make sure that when her friend’s water broke she’d be there. Right by her side, like she’d promised. And when it did, sure enough, she was right there. But not before gently touching Alexander’s shoulder and promising him that she’d be just fine. She stayed right by Jenna’s side the entire time, holding her friend’s hand. “You can do this.” She whispered, kissing the top of her head.

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“Are you okay? You seemed to take quite a fall.”

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It had not been her decision to go to England. In fact, she had wanted no part of it.

But Charlee’s mother wouldn’t hear of it. A match like this, she claimed, to a well off merchant was something she could never dream of in the Americas. Never mind that Charlee would have to leave home and live in a place she’d never been before. Never mind she had only met her future husband only once when he came to claim her via dower. Never mind that he was old enough to be her father. He’d bought her, more or less, and it was free an’ clear.

In a fortnight she would be in her new home, via her future husband’s ships with the rest of his cargo, and all would be done.

That is, until the pirates attacked.

They seemed to come out of no where; a seemingly impossible feat with nothing but miles of blue around them. They fire on the ship and board in a matter of moments, a blink, all of which Charlee can only hear and imagine from her barricaded door the Captain had locked her in for safety.

But, the pirates make quick work of that too. Breaking down the door into splinters the men leer at her with terrifying war paint faces. And she was just a girl literally backed into a corner.

“No! Please no, no!” She shouted when they come for and grab her, knowing that screaming no or for mercy, much like her kicking her legs and fighting, was useless. Still, she tries. Kicking, and screaming, and fighting was at least better than doing nothing. And Charlee would give anything to take back her thoughts moments ago where she thought she’d rather die than go to England.

[themagnetprotectingstarksheart]

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PROGRAM STARTING UP

Her eyes flickered open as images began to bombard her. Oxygen filled her new lungs as the Arc Reactor slowly sat up in the bed. She was no longer nestled inside Tony Stark’s chest… Now she was in a human body. Her new eyes looked at her hands as she moved them, shock and fear coming over her, two brand new emotions she had never known before.

PHYSICAL MOVEMENT TESTING COMPLETE

Then she felt a surge of energy rush through her entire form. It was like getting electrocuted but about twelve thousand times worse. And then there was the glow. A soft blue glow began to emanate from her hair and eyes. The dress surrounding her body was of the silk variety with silver trimming and blue fabric. Her body shook once more as two more connections were made; one with her creator, Tony Stark. The other with his AI, JARVIS. Images and numbers and names flooded her mind and it was almost too much.

ENERGY CONNECTION COMPLETE

Until one name kept repeating itself over and over and over in her head.

“Alumina, Alumina, Alumina, Alumina, Alumina, ALUMINA!”

The name shouted itself into her mind and the only thing she could do was repeat the name quietly

“A-a-a-al-l-lu-u-um-m-mina.“

VOCAL TESTING COMPLETE

And it was then that every language known to man filled her mind as well. She grabbed her head to try and sort it.

And then she heard a voice

She rolled over, glowing eyes meeting the eyes of a very confused man… With a glowing circle in the center of his chest. Her eyes widened as she realized who it was.

And a pounding began in her chest.

BIOLOGICAL PROCESSES COMPLETE

[brokenlonelyandafraid]

“Holy freakin bump!!” (Harper @ Sophia)

“Isn’t it amazing?” Sophia beamed, her hand resting on her bare baby bump. She reached out with her free hand for Harper’s and placed in next to her own. There were times where it still felt like a beautiful dream. “Our little babe is almost ready to come out.” Her head turned up to look at her wife. “I love you both, so much.”

[ofcrimsonenchantresses-archive]

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When Steve came in the door, Wanda was sat at the kitchen table, chopping vegetables. Ava was down for a nap. She looked up when Steve came into the kitchen and finished chopping up a pepper. “You’re here.” She told him, as if he didn’t already know where he was. “We need to talk.” Wanda pulled the chair next to her out and waited for him to sit down. 

“Today, I got a visit from Ava’s father. Her birth father, I mean.” She explained. Wanda didn’t even like calling him that, Steve was her father in every sense of the word that mattered. “He found out about Ava, did the maths, and now he’s threatening to sue me for visitation rights. He said he’s going to go to the press and tell them everything.”  

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🌺 - Put a flower in my muse’s hair (Pietro- corruptcorporateexecutive)

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Wanda grinned when her brother placed a flower behind her ear. “Am I pretty like this?”

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         Sara didn’t move, just offered her hand, palm-up, and smiled softly. “I can only show you. Omegas aren’t treated like slaves in my pack. They have choice-- they have understanding-- and most importantly, they have my protection.” 

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Little bat, in a big city.

{ Izzabella Nevermoore starter for @corruptcorporateexecutive }

. . .

Izzy was used to going places that she’d never been, when her band was on tour. She’d been all over America, and even outside of it a time or two.

Given that no one believed that they were supernatural beings, Izzy and her band had a pretty good thing going for them. Aside from the occasional crazy fan. Most bands had to deal with that - BloodMoon was no different. The band was made up of three people in total, with Izzy being the lead singer. Her two bandmates were half werewolf and half human, while she herself didn’t have a single drop of human blood in her body. Not how most people would think, anyway.

Despite having been so many places, there was still a few that Izzy had yet to hear of. Including where her band had been sent to now A place called Gotham City.

On paper, it looked a lot like New York. In person, she discovered, it was bigger. Darker. And a lot more intimidating in nature. In a way, Izzy liked it better than New York for those things.

Upon getting set up in their hotel, Izzy, Ash, and Luna were told where they’d be performing while here. For publicity’s sake, their agent had arranged for them to play for both the richest person in town, and the most important. Bruce Wayne; and the new mayor, Oswald Cobblepot. They had another performance scheduled for the citizens of Gotham city, and other shows here that were pending. Their agent wanted to milk as much from their stay here as possible, which was starting to become very evident.

After having explained their agenda so far, their agent pulled Izzy aside. Tonight, he’d arranged for her to meet with the mayor on her own. He was convinced that if Izzy could get the mayor to like her, then he might be willing to make a sizable donation to their band. Which would be taken up in travel expenses, food money, and of course.. agents’ fees. Izzy rolled her eyes; and started to turn back towards the room she was sharing with her friends.

“Bite off, before I bite you.” Izzy answered, attempting to shut the door in his face. She was sick of how their agent used people, and would gladly have dumped him, if he wasn’t holding something over her head.

“Tsk tsk, Izzabella, dear.” He stopped the door with his foot, and grabbed her arm. “The meeting has already been set up. Now you’re going to go, and you’re going to play nice. Or I may have to let a certain someone know where you are..”

Izzy growled at him lowly. He was playing with fire, but didn’t seemed concerned. When she didn’t answer him, he handed her a bag.

“That’s better. Here, wear this. You have five minutes to get ready, because I have to have you there in fifteen.” The door shut, leaving Izzy angry and having trouble getting changed. She got to keep her gothic style, which she liked, but she had to wear a tight dress, which she didn’t like. Pulling on her leather, steel-studded jacket, matching belt, and dog collar choker on, Izzy grabbed her boots and slipped them back on. Completing everything with her trademark black and blood red makeup, she peeked out into the hall.

“Say one word, and you’ll learn why people think my kind are monsters.” She muttered, to which her agent just smirked at her. He was silent, the whole way to the mayor’s home. All the way up to the door, where he knocked and waited for them to be let in. Already, Izzy was contemplating making her one favor she asked be to get rid of her agent - not for money. Somehow, she was supposed to get a donation; but let it come up on his end, not hers.

While waiting for the doors to open, Izzy stared at her agent with contempt. As well as hunger. She’d had no chance to eat before being made to leave the hotel, and her hunger was being distracting. Hence why her eyes kept turning red.

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Audrey could barely contain her smile as she started to unpack a box in the living room of her brand new apartment.  Well, technically it was their apartment –– their meaning hers and Phil’s.  She still couldn’t believe they were moving in together.  It had been something she wanted for a very, very long time, but something she didn’t actually think would happen.

Her smile grew wider.

She set a few decorations on the coffee table and then lit her favorite lilac scented candle as she waited for Phil to come home with the takeout they had ordered for dinner. 

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[no-happi-endings]

Kly let out a short gasp as she was washing dishes for the brothel. With a clash of plates into the soapy water, she clutched her side. These pre-birth cramps were going to kill her. She gripped the basin as she breathed through her nose, letting the pain run its course until it finally released her from its clutches. They’d been going ever since she hit her eighth month, and at their beginning, she nearly gave Charles several heart attacks. But they slowly became a day to day thing. With a shuddering sigh, she went back to washing. She needed something to keep her hands busy that didn’t require a lot of hard labor. And she was too far along to be going on walks anymore. She’d been confined to Nassau proper until the baby was born.

Much of the rest of the day was spent like that, intense pain that seemed to last forever. And then they were getting closer and closer, giving her less of a break between them. By the time she was done, she was covered in a sheen of clammy sweat and was barely able to walk. But maybe if she laid down in the tent for a while and tried to rest it would let up. It took her almost an twice the time it usually took to get to the back door when someone ran into her. She groaned as whoever it was caught her in the middle of another stabbing pain.

She didn’t realize it was Charles until she took a deep breathe and smelled the faint sweet scent of tobacco on his clothes. The metallic smell of his sweat and the smell of rum and sea on his skin. She gripped his arms as tightly as she could. “Baby.” She panted. “Baby.” She didn’t have the air to say more.

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“There’s a storm coming in, Mina. Are you and Jonathan going to be all right? With you so close to term, I’m not sure I would feel comfortable with the two of you alone. I’m not that kind of doctor, but I’m amenable to staying.” (Jack)

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Mina worried her lip between her teeth as she watched the clouds rolling in, making the sky a murky grey. At his question, she turned to look at him, smiling gently. “Would you really stay, Jack?” She asked.

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“Did you steal my shirt again?” (Loki)

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Juniper spins around to find her boyfriend looking at her, arms folded over his chest. She looks down at her attire, realizing she has on one of Loki’s shirts he wears when they travel to Midgard. He so seldom wears this shirt that she didn’t really think that he would notice if she just snuck it from his drawer. She was mistaken. 

“Uhhhh…” she mumbles as she tries to think of the best explanation. 

It’s not like its a beloved shirt by him, they haven’t even gone to Midgard in a few weeks. But the smell of him is permanently woven into the soft fabric and for that reason, Juniper loves to wear that shirt around their bedroom. Taking the fabric in between her finger tips, she rubs the hem of the shirt, unable to come up with a reasonable answer. 

“Maybe…” she teases. 

[heartsandmiinds]

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[txt; Lex]: Look who’s at the beach before the show tonight!  [txt; Lex]: Rosie says ‘hi daddy!’ We miss you <3

[the-evcnstar-archive]

Fool Me Twice || Sigyn x Loki.

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Sigyn received de news of Thor’s return when she was about to climb on her horse to go for her usual long rides that kept her far from Asgard for a long as possible. Normally, she would have joined Thor in his adventures, but ever since her failed reunion with her father, the truth was Sig longed for solitude, not feeling the will to even join her beloved friend on his quests to save the universe. That said, she hated to remain in Asgard as well. Every corner she turned, she was hit in the face with painful memories, especially now that the Allfather seemed to have decided to honor his dead son in ways he had never done when he was alive. It made Sigyn livid with a rage that was rare in her, and she did her best to stay out of Odin’s presence so as to not feel tempted to blast the old man’s face.

But knowing of Thor’s return sent a happiness through her she rarely experienced these days. He was all she had left. So the young widow rushed through the Asgardian halls, still in her riding gear, out to the gardens were the whole court was gathered to watch yet another of Odin’s recent plays. Upon arriving at the spot, however, she found a crowd far more packed than she had expected, and unusually restless. There was an intense buzz of whispering, and Sigyn could have sworn some turned to look at her with what? Pity in their eyes? Excitement? Shock? What in the Norns name was happening!? The young woman pushed her way to the crowd, too eager to bother with her usual grace, until she reached the king’s podium, where she beleived she had heard Thor’s booming tone.

“What is going on here!? I swear....” her words died in a strangled, cold gasp at the sight before her. The sight of him, where Odin should have stood. As Sigyn took in the raven hair and bright, blue-green eyes, it all suddenly dawned on her. Odin’s strange behaviour of late, his unexplained devotion towards the memory of his son...it was him. The whole time.

It felt like someone had reached inside her, yanked her entrails out and tied them in a knot before her eyes. The pit of her stomach felt heavy, yet her head was incredibly light. All those days of mourning, those nights of loneliness...she could feel the thick layer of numbness she had been shielding herself with crumbling like sand.

Gritting her teeth together and fighting back the tears because she would not trust him with her pain again, not after all he had put her through; she took a step back, shaking her head incredulously. The air around her seemed to vibrate with the overwhelming sets of emotions trigerred by the sight of her husband alive, in front of her.

“How dare you...” she snapped suddenly, her voice empty of her natural sweetness, of any emotion. Of everything, really. For once, she was cold and sharp. Hardened in a way she had never been before.