#i forgot how to spell my own daughter's name sobs

[beedaleebjd]

Another thrifted doll dress to mess with (instead of finishing my own oodles of wips lol ...) I honestly didn't change a lot; I just took it in, relocated the big bow, made a different collar, and added buttons. I still wonder if it's too puffy on her... (it fits taller yosds better but blue is her color!) is the bodice lace too big? or maybe just the sleeves are too big? Am I just over-thinking? 🤔 altering satin is suuuch a pain, so I haven't decided if I'll change anything else or just leave it.

(An aside: One day I'll get her the right pixie wig)

[writemekpop]

Lipstick On Your Collar (Part 1) | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Summary: Till death do us part... But what happens when he cheats?  

Genre: Husband!Yuta, Angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Infidelity, Sexual Content, Body Image

Gif: @yuthereal​

Part 1 ⭐| Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4

“Ten more minutes, then it’s homework time, alright?” you called to your two older sons, eight and four years old. Caught up in their wooden sword fight, they didn’t even look up.

You smoothed your hand over your face, eyes bruised from lack of sleep. Between your banking job and your three kids, sleep was a rare thing.

Just then, you felt a waft of chill air. Yuta strode in through the front door, his feathery black hair in disarray.

“Hey babe,” you called, shoulders relaxing.

Your husband had this calming presence, your island on a rough ocean. Your chest ached for Yuta’s warmth. You hadn’t hugged, kissed… touched in months.

“Hi, Y/n. We need to talk,” Yuta deadpanned.

You picked up your baby daughter Ayumi. She needed her nappy changed. Bad.

“Alright. What’s up?” You placed her on the changing mat, blowing your fringe out of your eyes.

“I mean in private.” You saw that Yuta’s face was stretched and white. A knot curled in your stomach.

“Nappies?” You lifted your hand. He begrudgingly handed them over.

“Y/n. This is serious.” Yuta’s voice quivered like a taut string.

“Can’t you see I’m busy? What is it?” you snapped. You instantly regretted it. Nowadays, you were always on the edge of an explosion.

“Okay. Fine. I’ve… messed up. And I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean it, but… it’s happened.”

You bin Ayumi’s old nappy, then pull her into your arms. “Is that all? Look, if you’ve broken something, we have insurance.”

“This isn’t a bloody plate! I’ve- I’ve done something awful.”

“Right. Well done. Anyway, I have to help the kids with their homework.”

“Just look at me, Y/n! I’m trying to fucking tell you something!” Yuta’s yell turned your head.

Yuta’s eyes were red-rimmed and wide, like he was in shock. “I… cheated on you, Y/n. I slept with someone else.”

Your heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Instinctively, you pulled your baby close.

“Who is she?”

“Diya. From the school.”

Your lips went numb. You put Ayumi down in her rocker and started rinsing plates in the sink. “How long?”

“Just once. It was a mistake, I swear… it’s just, she was there, and… I didn’t plan it!”

Your chest folded in on itself. While you were kissing your babies to sleep, Yuta was kissing someone else.

“When was it, Yuta?”

“The… day you… went to stay with your sister.”

You’d never forget that day.

It was a few weeks after Ayumi was born. You couldn’t seem to get out of bed, let alone be a good mother. So you’d escaped… just for a day.

While you were breaking apart, Yuta searched out another woman.

“Where?” You picked up the cutlery, letting the hot water scald your skin.

“Her apartment. We met up after work, and one thing led to another… I swear, that was all.”

Images burned into your mind, like a flashed camera. Yuta’s fingernails scraping the back of her neck, like he did to you. Their naked bodies gyrating, sweaty, the smell of sex saturating everything…

Your throat convulsed in a retch. For a second, it was like a brick was hitting your chest.

Then, everything stopped.

You felt a curtain dropping. You didn’t have time to deal with this. Not now. As quickly as they came, the feelings slowed. Drooped. Vanished.

You looked down. You were clenching a table knife so hard it had drawn blood. You let go.

Everything blurred. You felt like a kid again, staring up at yourself from the bottom of a pool.

Your voice was a croak. “Obviously, we’re not telling the kids. My parents are coming next week – so we can’t tell them either.”

You dried your hands and looked up at Yuta. His mouth was hanging open, like a cartoon character’s. It was almost funny.

You continued speaking, bunging toys into a basket.

“If you want a divorce, tell me now, because we’ll have to borrow money. For tonight, I’ll take the bed, you have the couch.”

“What the hell, Y/n?”

You jolt and look up. “Fine! You can have the bed.”

Yuta grabbed your shoulders, knife-cheekboned and wild. “I don’t care about the fucking bed! I just told you I cheated on you. Why aren’t you mad?”

You stared at his hands on your skin, like you didn’t recognise them. Yuta spotted your gaze, and slowly let go.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I want to fix this. But you need to let me in.”

You looked into his chestnut eyes and frowned. Why was he being so obnoxious?

Slowly, you spelled it out. “You cheated on me. It was with our kids’ tutor, while I was sick. You’re sorry. You won’t do it again. Now can I go and make dinner?”

Yuta blinked. Slowly. Then, he gulped and gave you a slight nod. “Yep.”

You pushed past him, and called out, “Whoever helps mummy with dinner gets ice cream!”

You ushered your eager kids towards the hob. You didn’t look back, but you felt Yuta’s gaze on the back of your head. Stunned.

------

You plastered on your brightest smile all throughout dinner, whilst laying out bedding on the couch for yourself, even whilst tucking your children into bed.

Now, you were sitting in your children’s room, with the lights out. You’d just finished reading their bedtime story. They were fast asleep.

Finally, you let the iron screen lift from your heart. Instead of fighting it, you bared the most vulnerable part of yourself.

It was a memory: you were in Paris with Yuta on the first night of your honeymoon. You were in a mid-range Travel Lodge – the best you could afford – with rain pelting at the windows.

You had woken up at 11AM, tangled up with Yuta from your cuddling. You’d talked, worried, agonised about it, but you’d never had sex with him before.

Yuta opened one sleepy eye and felt your body with his hands, as if he was checking if it was there. You tingled with lust to the tips of your toes. Suddenly, you knew the moment was right.

For once, you didn’t care about your tummy that you always tried to hide, you didn’t care about your thighs which rubbed together when you walked.

You didn’t think about anything, except the feeling of Yuta’s slow kisses, the feeling of him inside of you, the feeling of his hands reaching to the very ends of you.

You were in a hazy, golden pool of completeness. As you gasped your worries, apologies, in each other’s ears, you became whole in a way you’d never known before.

Then, the memory shattered. And in its place, before you could stop it, was the image that was burnt into your eyelids.

It played over and over again, the trailer to a movie of your shame. Yuta in her apartment, the thumping of the bedposts, him between her legs, her exclamations of ‘yes!’, that were only echoed by him moaning her name…

You screamed silently into your fist.

You knew the real reason Yuta cheated on you. Whatever excuses he made, it wasn’t a mistake or a drunk one-off.

You grabbed the soft flesh around your waist. This was why. You thought of the nights you’d told him you were too tired, that you weren’t in the mood. That was why.

You couldn’t even blame Yuta. He was only compensating for the fact that his own wife would never be attractive enough, good enough, just enough for him.

The tears rose up your throat, making your head pound and your cheeks stretch with sobs. You wanted nothing more than to drown yourself in these tears, though you knew they wouldn’t wash the pain away.

Then, you caught a grey glimmer in the darkness. Your youngest boy, Nico, was wide awake and watching you with saucer eyes.

“Hey baby… go back to sleep,” you whispered, quickly smoothing away your tears.

“Are you crying, mummy?”

The softness in his gaze was like a punch in the stomach. You choked down another wave of tears. “No, sweetie, I’m fine. Go back to sleep okay?”

Obediently, he closed his eyes. You didn’t deserve such beautiful children.

You were doubled over, silent in the darkness. You pressed your palms into your eyes, so hard they hurt, and forced the tears back.

You couldn’t even make your husband love you.

What hope did you have with your kids?

------

Three days had passed since that terrible night.

It was 10PM, and the house was unusually quiet.

You and Yuta were sitting at the far edges of the couch, the Netflix episode you never missed playing on the TV.

Both of you were pretending like nothing had gone wrong.

“So… how was work?” Yuta’s cautious voice broke the silence.

You sighed and shook your head. “Just get me a drink.” You couldn’t be bothered with this charade. But at least you could drown your feelings.

“Are you sure that’s a good-” Yuta began.

“Just get it.”

He returned with a whisky, with two ice cubes. Your heart twisted. “You remembered?”

“How could I forget my wife’s favourite drink?” Yuta gave you a thin smile, and for a second, you forgot to ice him out. You smiled back.  

That was two whiskies ago. Now, the gap between the two of you on the sofa had shrunk.

You were laughing so hard your eyes were teary.

“Do you remember, Y/n? Your shirt was on backwards, my pants were on the other side of the room, we were moaning so loud half the theme park could hear us!”

You dried your eyes, sighing. “I bet we scarred a few kids for life that day…”

Yuta’s lip curled up in a smile that sent your heart racing.

You looked down. Subconsciously, your hand was massaging Yuta’s denim-clad knee. You retracted it.

“God, we really knew how to have fun, didn’t we?” You could barely remember the time before you had your three children. It was rose-coloured.

“I mean, Disneyland was nothing. Remember Taeyong’s attic? The nightclub bathroom? I could go on…”

“Ahh!” You mimed blocking your ears. “There are kids in the house, you know!”

In doing so, you lost your grip on your whisky glass, which was balanced on your knee. Yuta grabbed it before it fell, and his hand was suddenly on your thigh.

He let go, and you cleared your throat.

That was hours back. Now, you were having difficulty sitting straight. You’d lost count of how many whiskies you’d downed.

You grabbed Yuta by the shoulders and shook him. “Look! Let’s just get it out of the way. ASAP, straight, completo. No regrets.”

For the first time in ages, your blood was running warm with more than alcohol. The worn denim of Yuta’s jeans was pulling your gaze southward.

“Get what out of the way? You’re not making sense, Y/n.”

You pulled the pin out of your hair and let it fall over your shoulders. “The big three-letter.”

Yuta looked at you, still bewildered. “What?”

“SEX.”

The glass fell from Yuta’s hand.

To be continued…

Part 1 ⭐| Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4

[butterflies-dragons]

SANSA STARK & TARGARYEN IMAGERY

A list of Targaryen Imagery around Sansa Stark in A Song of Ice and Fire

Fire and Blood

Black and Red

Silver and Purple

Dragon's Tail

Dragon Wings

Dragon Eggs

Dragon Skulls

Golden Dragons

Dragon Knights

Valyrian Steel

Dance of the Dragons

Maegor the Cruel

Baelor the Blessed

Aegon the Unworthy

Prince Aemon the Dragonknight

Aerys the Mad King

Rhaegar the ast dragon

Bonus: Fiery Hair

1. FIRE AND BLOOD

Sansa slid off her mare, but she was too slow. Arya swung with both hands. There was a loud crack as the wood split against the back of the prince's head, and then everything happened at once before Sansa's horrified eyes. Joffrey staggered and whirled around, roaring curses. Mycah ran for the trees as fast as his legs would take him. Arya swung at the prince again, but this time Joffrey caught the blow on Lion's Tooth and sent her broken stick flying from her hands. The back of his head was all bloody and his eyes were on fire.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

The point of Ser Gregor's lance had snapped off in his neck, and his life's blood flowed out in slow pulses, each weaker than the one before. His armor was shiny new; a bright streak of fire ran down his outstretched arm, as the steel caught the light. Then the sun went behind a cloud, and it was gone. His cloak was blue, the color of the sky on a clear summer's day, trimmed with a border of crescent moons, but as his blood seeped into it, the cloth darkened and the moons turned red, one by one.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa II

The blood orange had left a blotchy red stain on the silk. "I hate her!" she screamed. She balled up the dress and flung it into the cold hearth, on top of the ashes of last night's fire. When she saw that the stain had bled through onto her underskirt, she began to sob despite herself. She ripped off the rest of her clothes wildly, threw herself into bed, and cried herself back to sleep.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa III

When the king's herald moved forward, Sansa realized the moment was almost at hand. She smoothed down the cloth of her skirt nervously. She was dressed in mourning, as a sign of respect for the dead king, but she had taken special care to make herself beautiful. Her gown was the ivory silk that the queen had given her, the one Arya had ruined, but she'd had them dye it black and you couldn't see the stain at all. She had fretted over her jewelry for hours and finally decided upon the elegant simplicity of a plain silver chain.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa V

Then she realized that the blood had soaked through the sheet into the featherbed, so she bundled that up as well, but it was big and cumbersome, hard to move. Sansa could get only half of it into the fire. She was on her knees, struggling to shove the mattress into the flames as thick grey smoke eddied around her and filled the room, when the door burst open and she heard her maid gasp.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa IV

When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VII

"The dwarf's wife did the murder with him," swore an archer in Lord Rowan's livery. "Afterward, she vanished from the hall in a puff of brimstone, and a ghostly direwolf was seen prowling the Red Keep, blood dripping from his jaws."

—A Storm of Swords - Jaime VII

As the boy's lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

2. BLACK AND RED

The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into her bodice, covering her from neck to bosom. They were cut in the shape of teardrops, as if the queen were weeping blood.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions’ heads. But the gash across his face was raw and red, and his nose was a hideous scab. “You are very beautiful, Sansa,” he told her.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa III

3. SILVER AND PURPLE

Sansa closed the shutters and turned sharply away from the window. "You look very lovely today, my lady," Ser Arys said.

"Thank you, ser." Knowing that Joffrey would require her to attend the tourney in his honor, Sansa had taken special care with her face and clothes. She wore a gown of pale purple silk and a moonstone hair net that had been a gift from Joffrey. The gown had long sleeves to hide the bruises on her arms. Those were Joffrey's gifts as well. When they told him that Robb had been proclaimed King in the North, his rage had been a fearsome thing, and he had sent Ser Boros to beat her.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa I

"You've waited so long, be patient awhile longer. Here, I have something for you." Ser Dontos fumbled in his pouch and drew out a silvery spiderweb, dangling it between his thick fingers.

It was a hair net of fine-spun silver, the strands so thin and delicate the net seemed to weigh no more than a breath of air when Sansa took it in her fingers. Small gems were set wherever two strands crossed, so dark they drank the moonlight. "What stones are these?"

"Black amethysts from Asshai. The rarest kind, a deep true purple by daylight."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VIII

Sansa wore a gown of silvery satin trimmed in vair, with dagged sleeves that almost touched the floor, lined in soft purple felt. Shae had arranged her hair artfully in a delicate silver net winking with dark purple gemstones. Tyrion had never seen her look more lovely, yet she wore sorrow on those long satin sleeves. "Lady Sansa," he told her, "you shall be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight."

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion VIII

4. DRAGON WINGS

Tyrion scarce touched his food, Sansa noticed, though he drank several cups of the wine. For herself, she tried a little of the Dornish eggs, but the peppers burned her mouth. Otherwise she only nibbled at the fruit and fish and honeycakes. Every time Joffrey looked at her, her tummy got so fluttery that she felt as though she'd swallowed a bat.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

"What wife?"

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head."

—A Storm of Swords - Arya XIII

5. DRAGON EGGS

Butterbumps arrived before the food, dressed in a jester’s suit of green and yellow feathers with a floppy coxcomb. An immense round fat man, as big as three Moon Boys, he came cartwheeling into the hall, vaulted onto the table, and laid a gigantic egg right in front of Sansa. “Break it, my lady,” he commanded. When she did, a dozen yellow chicks escaped and began running in all directions. “Catch them!” Butterbumps exclaimed. Little Lady Bulwer snagged one and handed it to him, whereby he tilted back his head, popped it into his huge rubbery mouth, and seemed to swallow it whole. When he belched, tiny yellow feathers flew out his nose. Lady Bulwer began to wail in distress, but her tears turned into a sudden squeal of delight when the chick came squirming out of the sleeve of her gown and ran down her arm.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa I

In the Queen's Ballroom they broke their fast on honeycakes baked with blackberries and nuts, gammon steaks, bacon, fingerfish crisped in breadcrumbs, autumn pears, and a Dornish dish of onions, cheese, and chopped eggs cooked up with fiery peppers.

[…] Tyrion scarce touched his food, Sansa noticed, though he drank several cups of the wine. For herself, she tried a little of the Dornish eggs, but the peppers burned her mouth.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

6. DRAGON’S TAIL

The morning of King Joffrey's name day dawned bright and windy, with the long tail of the great comet visible through the high scuttling clouds. Sansa was watching it from her tower window when Ser Arys Oakheart arrived to escort her down to the tourney grounds. "What do you think it means?" she asked him.

"Glory to your betrothed," Ser Arys answered at once. "See how it flames across the sky today on His Grace's name day, as if the gods themselves had raised a banner in his honor. The smallfolk have named it King Joffrey's Comet."

Doubtless that was what they told Joffrey; Sansa was not so sure. "I've heard servants calling it the Dragon's Tail."

"King Joffrey sits where Aegon the Dragon once sat, in the castle built by his son," Ser Arys said. "He is the dragon's heir—and crimson is the color of House Lannister, another sign. This comet is sent to herald Joffrey's ascent to the throne, I have no doubt. It means that he will triumph over his enemies."

Is it true? she wondered. Would the gods be so cruel? Her mother was one of Joffrey's enemies now, her brother Robb another. Her father had died by the king's command. Must Robb and her lady mother die next? The comet was red, but Joffrey was Baratheon as much as Lannister, and their sigil was a black stag on a golden field. Shouldn't the gods have sent Joff a golden comet?

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa I

7. DRAGON SKULLS

Within, the dragon skulls were waiting, and so was Shae. “I thought m’lord had forgotten me.” Her dress was draped over a black tooth near as tall as she was, and she stood within the dragon’s jaws, nude. Balerion, he thought. Or was it Vhagar? One dragon skull looked much like another.

[...] After, as they lay entwined amongst the dragon skulls, he rested his head against her, inhaling the smooth clean smell of her hair. “We should go back,” he said reluctantly. “It must be near dawn. Sansa will be waking.

[...] The Others can take my guilt, he thought as he slipped his tunic over his head. Why should I be guilty? My wife wants no part of me, and most especially not the part that seems to want her. Perhaps he ought to tell her about Shae. It was not as though he was the first man ever to keep a concubine. Sansa’s own oh-so-honorable father had given her a bastard brother. For all he knew, his wife might be thrilled to learn that he was fucking Shae, so long as it spared her his unwelcome touch.

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion VII

8. GOLDEN DRAGONS

"The queen raised her voice. "A hundred golden dragons to the man who brings me its skin!”

“A costly pelt,” Robert grumbled. “I want no part of this, woman. You can damn well buy your furs with Lannister gold.”

[...] Shortly, Jory brought him Ice.

When it was over, he said, “Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.”

“All that way?” Jory said, astonished.

“All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin.”

—A Game of Thrones - Eddard III

"Petyr Baelish put a hand on the rail. "But first you’ll want your payment. Ten thousand dragons, was it?”

“Ten thousand.” Dontos rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. “As you promised, my lord.”

[...] “But he saved me.”

“He sold you for a promise of ten thousand dragons.

[...]“Sansa felt sick. "He said he was my Florian.”

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa V

“Your sister’s had no difficulty finding witnesses to your guilt.” Ser Kevan rolled up the parchment. “Ser Addam has men hunting for your wife. Varys has offered a hundred stags for word of her whereabouts, and a hundred dragons for the girl herself. If the girl can be found she will be found, and I shall bring her to you. I see no harm in husband and wife sharing the same cell and giving comfort to one another.”

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion IX

Someplace no stag ever found … though a dragon might.

—A Feast for Crows - Brienne III

"A good melee is all a hedge knight can hope for, unless he stumbles on a bag of dragons. And that's not likely, is it?"

—The Winds of Winter - Alayne I

9. DRAGON KNIGHTS

She shouted for Ser Dontos, for her brothers, for her dead father and her dead wolf, for gallant Ser Loras who had given her a red rose once, but none of them came. She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa IV

"True knights would never harm women and children." The words rang hollow in her ears even as she said them.

"True knights." The queen seemed to find that wonderfully amusing. "No doubt you're right. So why don't you just eat your broth like a good girl and wait for Symeon Star-Eyes and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight to come rescue you, sweetling. I'm sure it won't be very long now."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa V

They continued down the serpentine and across a small sunken courtyard. Ser Dontos shoved open a heavy door and lit a taper. They were inside a long gallery. Along the walls stood empty suits of armor, dark and dusty, their helms crested with rows of scales that continued down their backs. As they hurried past, the taper's light made the shadows of each scale stretch and twist. The hollow knights are turning into dragons, she thought.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa V

10. VALYRIAN STEEL

Lord Tywin waited until last to present the king with his own gift: a longsword. Its scabbard was made of cherrywood, gold, and oiled red leather, studded with golden lions' heads. The lions had ruby eyes, she saw. The ballroom fell silent as Joffrey unsheathed the blade and thrust the sword above his head. Red and black ripples in the steel shimmered in the morning light.

[…] "A great sword must have a great name, my lords! What shall I call it?"

[…] The guests were shouting out names for the new blade. Joff dismissed a dozen before he heard one he liked. "Widow's Wail!" he cried.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

But she had another longsword hidden in her bedroll. She sat on the bed and took it out. Gold glimmered yellow in the candlelight and rubies smoldered red. When she slid Oathkeeper from the ornate scabbard, Brienne's breath caught in her throat. Black and red the ripples ran, deep within the steel. Valyrian steel, spell-forged. It was a sword fit for a hero. When she was small, her nurse had filled her ears with tales of valor, regaling her with the noble exploits of Ser Galladon of Morne, Florian the Fool, Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, and other champions. Each man bore a famous sword, and surely Oathkeeper belonged in their company, even if she herself did not. "You'll be defending Ned Stark's daughter with Ned Stark's own steel," Jaime had promised.

—A Feast for Crows - Brienne I

11. DANCE OF THE DRAGONS

Later, while Sansa was off listening to a troupe of singers perform the complex round of interwoven ballads called the "Dance of the Dragons," Ned inspected the bruise himself. "I hope Forel is not being too hard on you," he said.

—A Game of Thrones - Eddard VII

He sang of the Dance of the Dragons, of fair Jonquil and her fool, of Jenny of Oldstones and the Prince of Dragonflies. He sang of betrayals, and murders most foul, of hanged men and bloody vengeance. He sang of grief and sadness.

—A Feast for Crows - Sansa I

12. MAEGOR THE CRUEL

The room where Sansa had been confined was at the top of the highest tower of Maegor's Holdfast.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

In the tower room at the heart of Maegor's Holdfast, Sansa gave herself to the darkness.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

13. BAELOR THE BLESSED

"Baelor starved himself to death, fasting," said Tyrion. "His uncle served him loyally as Hand, as he had served the Young Dragon before him. Viserys might only have reigned a year, but he ruled for fifteen, while Daeron warred and Baelor prayed." He made a sour face. "And if he did remove his nephew, can you blame him? Someone had to save the realm from Baelor's follies."

Sansa was shocked. "But Baelor the Blessed was a great king. He walked the Boneway barefoot to make peace with Dorne, and rescued the Dragonknight from a snakepit. The vipers refused to strike him because he was so pure and holy."

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

14. AEGON THE UNWORTHY

Aegon the Unworthy had never harmed Queen Naerys, perhaps for fear of their brother the Dragonknight . . . but when another of his Kingsguard fell in love with one of his mistresses, the king had taken both their heads.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa II

"A king can have other women. Whores. My father did. One of the Aegons did too. The third one, or the fourth. He had lots of whores and lots of bastards." As they whirled to the music, Joff gave her a moist kiss. "My uncle will bring you to my bed whenever I command it."

Sansa shook her head. "He won't."

"He will, or I'll have his head. That King Aegon, he had any woman he wanted, whether they were married or no."

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa III

15. PRINCE AEMON THE DRAGONKNIGHT

He took her by the arm and led her away from the wheelhouse, and Sansa's spirits took flight. A whole day with her prince! She gazed at Joffrey worshipfully. He was so gallant, she thought. The way he had rescued her from Ser Ilyn and the Hound, why, it was almost like the songs, like the time Serwyn of the Mirror Shield saved the Princess Daeryssa from the giants, or Prince Aemon the Dragonknight championing Queen Naerys's honor against evil Ser Morgil's slanders.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"Father, I only just now remembered, I can't go away, I'm to marry Prince Joffrey." She tried to smile bravely for him. "I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Ser Florian. I want to be his queen and have his babies."

"Sweet one," her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa III

She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother's queen.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

For those who remained, a singer was brought forth to fill the hall with the sweet music of the high harp. He sang of Jonquil and Florian, of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight and his love for his brother's queen, of Nymeria's ten thousand ships. They were beautiful songs, but terribly sad. Several of the women began to weep, and Sansa felt her own eyes growing moist.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VI

16. AERYS THE MAD KING

"Ser Ilyn has not been feeling talkative these past fourteen years," Lord Renly commented with a sly smile.

Joffrey gave his uncle a look of pure loathing, then took Sansa's hands in his own. "Aerys Targaryen had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"The battleground is right up ahead, where the river bends. That was where my father killed Rhaegar Targaryen, you know. He smashed in his chest, crunch, right through the armor." Joffrey swung an imaginary warhammer to show her how it was done. "Then my uncle Jaime killed old Aerys, and my father was king."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"You can't talk to me that way. The king can do as he likes."

"Aerys Targaryen did as he liked. Has your mother ever told you what happened to him?"

Ser Boros Blount harrumphed. "No man threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa III

17. RHAEGAR THE LAST DRAGON

"The battleground is right up ahead, where the river bends. That was where my father killed Rhaegar Targaryen, you know. He smashed in his chest, crunch, right through the armor." Joffrey swung an imaginary warhammer to show her how it was done.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"My father told everyone my bedding had caught fire, and our maester gave me ointments. Ointments! Gregor got his ointments too. Four years later, they anointed him with the seven oils and he recited his knightly vows and Rhaegar Targaryen tapped him on the shoulder and said, 'Arise, Ser Gregor.'"

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa II

18. BONUS: FIERY HAIR

Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair.

—A Game of Thrones - Arya I

"You will be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight, as lovely as your lady mother at your age. I cannot seat you on the dais, but you'll have a place of honor above the salt and underneath a wall sconce. The fire will be shining in your hair, so everyone will see how fair of face you are. Keep a good long spoon on hand to beat the squires off, sweetling. You will not want green boys underfoot when the knights come round to beg you for your favor."

—The Winds of Winter - Alayne I

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I dont know whats real anymore (Delia x reader)

warnings: talking about death

You have to take these pills, Y / N .." Cordelia said firmly, holding out the two pills.

She watched the tears well up in your eyes and how you moved as far away from her as you could on the bed. You sat frightened in the corner of the bed, knees wrapped around your chest and your arms around your shoulders.

"Please Cordelia .. I can't .." you whispered.

"Honey, you're sick ... and if you don't take these pills you won't get well ...", her voice softened.

"The doctors said that too .." you whimpered softly and pushed me further into the corner.

The doctors? Cordelia frowned. Four days ago you showed up at the academy in the middle of the night. Your clothes soaked from the rain and tears made their way on your face. You didn't need to be a doctor to predict your cold in advance.

You haven't said much about yourself since you've been here. She knew your name and that you ran away from home. What she also knew was why you had come to the academy; you could talk to the dead and because you could no longer help yourself, you came to her.

"I don't know which doctors you're talking about .." Cordelia began and sat down on the bed. "These two pills only ensure that your fever is lowered and you can sleep ... nothing more .."

"I don't believe you .." you whispered, your eyes glittering. She got up, grabbed the wrapping of the pills, and tossed them into your lap before she sat down again.

"Please .. subsided on your own .." she said and bit her lip.

With trembling hands you examined the packaging and found that Cordelia was right. Without a word, you held out your hand to her and she let the two pills fall into the palm of your hand. She watched with satisfaction as you washed the pills down with a glass of water.

"Thanks Y / N..I just want to help you ..", she said and got up. "You should sleep now and let me know when you wake up .."

As she started to leave, your hand grabbed her wrist. She spun around and looked into your pleading eyes.

"Please don't go .." you whispered. "If you go, they talk to me .."

By they you meant the dead in this house.

Cordelia squeezed your hand gently and gave you a warm smile before she sat in the chair in the other corner of the room. You turned away from her because you were uncomfortable sleeping in front of her, but even with your body against the wall you could feel her gaze on your back and although it made you feel uncomfortable, it was still better than to be yelled by the ghosts of this house. Even now they were standing in this room and whispering things to you. Bad things. But it was much easier to ignore the dead in the presence of someone who couldn't hear them.

Cordelia sat cross-legged in the chair, her head in her hands, and watched your breathing slow down and become a steady rhythm.

After a few minutes, when she assumed you were asleep, she got up and let out a sigh. You had been here for just four days and she could safely say that no one had been this complicated in a long time. The problem was, that she couldn't figure you out and she didn't want to talk to you until you were really healthy.

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Weeks passed. You got well and started moving around the academy and taking classes. Everyone was nice to you, but you knew that most of them just found you weird for talking to people, that they couldn't see. It was not uncommon to see you arguing with someone who didn't exist to them and of course the other witches thought it was strange. Cordelia had tried to talk to you several times, but you always avoided her and she couldn't explain why.

It was Saturday afternoon and most of the girls weren't home. Cordelia was walking down the corridors of the academy as she often did when she heard your screams.

"Leave me alone .." you screamed.

Alarmed, Cordelia ran to your room and threw the door open.

You stood in the middle of the room with both hands wrapped around a knife and held it trembling in front of you.

"Y / N ..", Cordelia began slowly and entered the room. "Take the knife down .."

"I dont know what's real anymore ..", you sobbed and held the knife to your throat.

"Please Y / N." Cordelia's voice was low as she kept walking towards you. "Look at me, I'm real .." She wanted to grab your hand, but you back away.

"They're yelling at me, Cordelia ... they want me to kill .."

"Who should you kill Y / N?", She was almost in front of you.

"You!" You screamed.

Cordelia stopped. She was confused. "Me?" You nodded. "Yes ... all the others too.. I'm scared ... "

She was standing in front of you and had her hands around your wrists as she led your hand with the knife away from your neck. "I'm so sorry .." you uttered and started to cry. Cordelia, who had taken the knife from your hand, tossed the blade away and wrapped her arms around you.

"You don't have to apologize honey .." she whispered against your ear "Everything will be fine..". Her left hand wandered through your hair while her right pressed you against her.

"I just want to be normal .." you sobbed into her chest.

The next 5 minutes remained like this, you cried yourself in her arms while she whispered the sweet things in your ear.

When your crying subsided, she pulled back to study your face.

"I think we should finally talk .." she said softly and sat down on your bed.

You nodded slowly and sat down next to her. "So .. what brought you here?"

"Uhm .. I think it all started when my grandma died .." you started playing nervously with your fingers. "My parents told me, she was dead, but she was right behind them. At first I thought it was supposed to be funny, but then I realized that they were serious ... well and when I told them I could still see her and then talked to her, my parents took me to a doctor. But the doctor just said it was my own way of dealing with her death. It was weird to be at her funeral, even though she was still alive to me .. "you laughed nervously.

"One night two complete strangers were standing in my room, claiming to be the deceased owner of our house, then I realized that something was wrong. It got worse because there were more and more dead people talking to me and it became difficult to distinguish who was really alive and who was dead. At some point I could no longer hide it from my parents and they took me again to a doctor, who diagnosed me with schizophrenia. From then on my life became pure hell. I forgot how many nights I had to spend in clinics, but I remember every moment when doctors chained me to the bed and forcibly injected medicine into me. Then I was only allowed to leave the house under supervision and all objects were removed from my room, that I could hurt myself with. It was all bad, but worst of all were my parents. They no longer saw me, their daughter, they just saw this disease and the monster doctors made me ... and I tried so hard to improve, but it was impossible to ignore them, the dead ... and then one day I found this academy at Internet and somehow I felt like it was the only place, where I wouldn't be considered sick .."

When you were done you carefully looked up at Cordelia. She was lost in thought and was staring intently into your eyes, as if this enabled her to look into your head.

"Cordelia, I-" you started, but she cut you off.

"What do they say to you, the dead?"

"Um different things .. most of them want me to kill somebody .. they want their revenge. It's like I'm their bridge from the dead to the world of the living .. They yell at me and promise to leave me alone if I kill for them ... Then there is something else, when I was locked in my room after I was released from the clinic, sometimes they told me death was my salvation and how free I would be if I were one of them..Sometimes I am myself not sure if they told me that or if I did .. "you said. She didn't answer and just kept staring into your eyes.

After a while she cleared her throat and sat up straight. "I want to be honest with you..I can't make it stop or make them leave you alone..but I can teach you how to ignore them and how to gain control over them .."

You nodded quickly. "There's just one more thing .." you started. "It is incredibly difficult to sleep when dead people scream at you with their plans for revenge ...". You smiled at her crookedly.

"How long haven't you slept?" She frowned. Only now did she notice your dark circles.

"Couple of days .." you mumbled. "Since I stopped taking sleeping pills, I wanted to ask if I-"

"No Y / N." She said firmly. "I'll see what I can do, maybe there is some spell that can help and until then come to me if you can't sleep .."

When she got up from your bed, you got up too.

"Thanks Cordelia .." you said and meant it.

"I haven't done anything yet. I'm just sorry, that we didn't talk to each other earlier ...", she said and bent down to reach for your knife. "And as long as the situation doesn't improve, such items have no business in your room, understand?" She asked sharply.

You nodded quickly.

"Good ..", she smiled again. "I'll go now and see what I can do to help you .."

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Again some time passed, Cordelia began to teach you privately because you couldn't get along with most of the other girls and you didn't feel like telling the others about your past. For that you got very close to Cordelia and started to trust her completely. Your ghost problem was also progressing, it got easier to ignore the dead. Because you had not left the academy since your arrival, you now knew which of the people were still alive here and which were not. In addition, Cordelia had made a list for you at the beginning with all the names of the other witches and at first it really helped you to find your way around who was dead and who wasn't, but now you don't need the list anymore. But the list was still hanging over your bed, simply because you liked the thought of Cordelia did it for you.

As beautiful as it was, there was still a problem: as much as you could ignore it during the day, the way the dead screamed for you, it was all the more difficult at night. Still yelling in your face, they were standing in the corner of your room and staring at you. Even though you stopped talking to them, they still wouldn't leave you alone, because they knew it was robbing you of sleep. Cordelia had said you could come to her if you couldn't sleep, but somehow the thought felt weird and you didn't want to burden her any more.

That's why you looked for another way to find sleep: sleeping pills. It wasn't particularly difficult, you knew where Cordelia kept the pills and it was not uncommon for one of the other witches to take a pill when she couldn't sleep.

You usually got the pills while the others were in class, but you couldn't today, because Cordelia had rescheduled your class until the morning, so you snuck through the academy after everyone went to bed. Only to find that the pills were gone. You let out a frustrated sigh.

"Are you looking for something, Honey?"

Cordelia's warm voice behind you made you whirl around. She stood behind you, only dressed in a dressing gown, her perfectly manicured fingers holding the sleeping pills in her hand.

"Cordelia ..", you mumbled and wanted to come up with some explanation, but she got before you.

"How long have you been taking this?", Her voice was emotionless.

"Few weeks ..." you muttered, looking away from her.

"A few of weeks ??" she uttered aloud.

"I'm sor-" you started, but she interrupted you.

"You always say, that you are sorry .." she hissed and grabbed your hand. "Come with me .. I don't feel like waking up the other girls with my screams ..."

Without a word she pulled you through the corridors of the academy to her room.

"Sit down .." she growled softly after closing the door. She pointed to her bed and you sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Didn't I make it clear that you shouldn't take these pills?" She paced up and down her room.

"yes .." you answered quietly.

"I didn't hear you ..", she stopped and glared at you.

"Shit .. yeah damn .." you yelled at her while your eyes filled with tears.

"Hopefully you are aware, that if you are addicted to these pills now, I will have to take you to a doctor ..", her voice was soft and dangerous. At her words your eyes widened. "No..Delia please don't .." you pleaded.

"Don't call me like that .. It's your own fault ..". Cordelia put her hands on her hips and chewed her lower lip.

"I know .." you said.

"Oh you know? ..Argh Y / N.." She ran through her blonde curls. "It is my top priority to make sure that my girls are okay and that means for you that you follow my rules .."

You nodded guiltily.

She stared down at you. You didn't have to look into her face to be aware of the flames that burned in her eyes.

"Is that your pajamas?" She finally asked.

"What?" You let out confused and lift your head.

"Whether these are your pajamas .." she said impatiently.

"Uhm..yes?"

"Perfect .." she muttered

"I don't quite understand-" you said, still confused, and watched her pull the curtains over the window.

"You sleep here today, you idiot .."

You stared at her in amazement. Were you serious?

"You really don't have to-"

"You think, I would do this for you? ", she laughed. "Do you think it would be nice for me to send you to your room, knowing that you couldn't sleep for the rest of the night? "

You didn't answer and watched her go to the other side of the bed. "In your first week here when you were sick, you wanted me to stay with you until you fell asleep, because then they would leave you alone .." she said, pulling off her coat to reveal a nightgown bring to. You still didn't know what she was getting at.

"And because I don't feel like watching you fall asleep, because I'm also tired, that should work too .." she finished, lifted the covers and climbed into the bed.

You were still sitting lost on the edge of the bed.

"Honey, you shouldn't watch me sleeping, you should sleep yourself, so move your pretty little ass now into my bed ...", she said with closed eyes.

You blushed at her words, but did what she said and lay down next to her under the sheet before she turned off the light.

Now you both lay stiffly next to each other in the dark and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry that I was just so angry ..." Cordelia began, her voice finally back to normal. "It's just ..-", she paused and looked for the right words. "Why didn't you come to me? I thought you trust me .." Her voice was full of regret and disappointment, and when you heard her that way, you couldn't help but feel bad.

"It's not that I don't trust you .." you whispered.

"But?" She asked before sitting up and leaning over you. The blond curls tickled your face.

"You've done so much for me and I'm really grateful for it, but I didn't mean to worry you any more than I already do .. I know I shouldn't say that, but you shouldn't waste your affection on me, Delia .. ". If it had been light, Cordelia would have seen the tears running down your face. Why were you just so emotional?

"God Y / N, you're so stupid .." she sighed, before leaning down and gently pressing her lips to yours.

To say you were surprised would have been an understatement and to say you didn't want it would be a lie.

It just seemed so impossible.

She was like an angel of God with broken wings, but so beautiful. And you were just that little heap of misery that knocked on her door in the pouring rain.

"Was that just something to get me to sleep?" You smiled softly as she pulled back.

"No .." she laughed and pushed your hair back from your face. "Definitely not.."

From then on, things finally got better. You would still hear the pleading cries of the dead, but Cordelia would always be there to ground you.

love of my life google translate

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You Don’t Know Me (Part 2) (Severus Snape)

Part One 

Masterlist

pairing : severus snape x student (slytherin) student 

summary :  professor snape is known to be ruthless on his students, which causes a lot of people to hate him. that means it doesn’t stop him from being more hard on you since you’re the daughter of one of his former bullies in hogwarts. what he did not know, was that you’ve been neglected as a child, and grew up in a not so amazing home. when he said something about you, you end up getting hurt and upset. (angst)

warnings : abuse!

i made up the last names since there was no marauders era boys that fit the family descriptions, so try to imagine another guy included in the group!

a/n : hi! i cannot believe my work has been recognise when i’ve only started writing this week. here’s the part 2 you guys have been waiting for!

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severus takes the letter and walks out the great hall, into his dungeon. he walks in, closes the door behind him, and locks it swiftly, not wanting any interruptions. 

he was curious to know what had made you so sad. you, the one who usually controlled your emotions. he knew it was a letter from your parents, your father, specifically, since he recognized the owl that sent your letter. so how bad could it be? did a relative of yours died?

as he moves to open the letter, he hears a knock on his door. annoyed, he puts the letter in his cupboard. he rolls his eyes. “come in.” 

he sees dumbledore walk in. with a frown still etched on his face, he finally says. “this better be some amazing news, i was busy before you came in.” 

about an hour later, dumbledore finally leaves. unfortunately for severus, he had potions with slytherins and gryffindors in two minutes. he sighs again, knowing that he can’t read your letter until later. 

he thought about asking you privately at first, or try to read what’s going in her mind, since he knew legilimency. however, you didn’t turn up for his class, which he found odd as you were not one to skip class, even when you were sick. 

he later found out from your slytherin friends that you hadn’t even been to any of the classes before his. he found this weird, and felt more eager to read that letter you got. maybe that was reason why you’re acting different today. 

you were in your private room, silently sobbing. although you had a sliencing charm so that other people won’t hear you, your sobs became silent since you’ve been crying so long. your chest hurting, still thinking about the letter. 

your father sent you a lot of letters recently, so you didn’t think much about the most recent letter you received. in the letter, your father had said that both him and your mum had decided to disown you. you were not of age, and you weren’t working, where would you find a shelter? 

you broke down again, under your covers. you told draco all about it, he assured you that you would stay with him and you didn’t have to worry about anything. but you were still worried, what if your parents tried to do something else? you didn’t want anyone hurt because of you. it took draco a while to convince you to stay with him, but you finally caved in. 

severus ends his class and forces all his students out of the door. he needed to read that letter. he had hated you for years now. he told himself that reading this letter probably won’t change the both of your relationship. 

he hurried to his room that was connected to the potions classroom. he walks quickly to the cupboard, ripping it open and takes out the letter. he sits down on his chair and opens the letter. his eyes widen from just reading the first sentence. the more he read, the more he couldn’t believe his own eyes. he even had to rub his eye to make sure he was sure he read the word correctly. 

severus stays rigid on his chair, not knowing what to do. how long had this been happening? in the letter, they were descriptive, talking about your father torturing you in his own classroom. that made his heart drop. severus was not one to have a lot of feelings, especially towards a student, but he could now understand you, he felt bad for you. 

standing up from his chair, he gracefully walks to your private room, hoping to find you and maybe talk to you. 

you heard a slow but urgent knock on your door. you knew it wasn’t draco as you knew how the blonde boy’s knocks sounded. you disarm the silencing spell.

“come in.” you said to whoever it was outside. 

the unknown person walks in. you sat up slowly from your bed, still cuddled up in your duvet. you were surprised to see your potions professor walk in your private suite. you abruptly sat up straight. you felt like you knew what was going to happen. 

“are you here to dock points because i didn’t come to potions?” you sigh as you asked him. 

“actually, miss emrys. i came here to talk, not take away points.” he replies to your question, walking slowly towards my bed. 

“talk? professor, you and i both know that you don’t just talk to anyone. especially not when you hate the person.” you said to him, a little confused. 

he sighs and walks closer to you. he looks at your bed before turning to look at you again. you nodded to him, knowing he was asking permission to sit beside you. 

“i know, but i’m just going to say this and get over. i’ve hated you throughout your years in hogwarts because of your father.” he says.

you nodded, knowing the real reason why he hated you in the first place. 

“but we both know that you are one smart girl, getting all outstandings. i am truly proud to have you as a slytherin.” he continues. 

“i must admit, that i have read your recent letter from your father.” he finally ended his sentence. 

you froze in your position on your bed. you could feel the tears in your eyes. soon your tears couldn’t stay in your eyes, they dripped one by one down your already swollen face. it didn’t take long for you to full on start crying again. 

you felt your professor freeze a little from beside you, clearly not knowing what to do to comfort you. your breathing suddenly halts, chest on fire. you felt like you forgot how to breathe. 

to severus, it looked like you were having trouble breathing. he becomes more rigid in his seat. he had never had to comfort anyone in his life. 

your breaths became shorter and shorter each second. you felt your vision blur as your tears wouldn’t stop coming out. you pull you legs to your chest, somewhat hugging it and using it as support to yourself. you knew you were getting into a panic attack. 

“what’s wrong with you?” your professor asks, his voice wavering, full of concern. he didn’t know what he had said wrong for you to react like this.

“i just can’t stop thinking about not having a place to stay after hogwarts, i’m scared.” you told him, voice shaking, hiccups stopping you from saying your sentence smoothly.

you felt like the bed was shaking. you didn’t know that you were the cause of the bed shaking. your hands trembled as you try to wipe your own tears. you soon felt extremely exhausted and almost wanted to sleep then and there, but you were still crying heavily.

severus stands up and crouches in front of you, so that he could see your face. although he hadn’t done anything like this before, he had to try. 

he slowly brings his right hand to your face, wiping your unwanted, non stop tears from your face. his left hand was on your thigh, soothing you. 

you felt comfort from the small touch, but the action did not cease your crying and shaking. you were still having a panic attack. 

the potions professor sighs as he doesn’t know how to help you. he moves his left hand from your thigh to caress your hair, hoping that would help. unfortunately, it did not. 

he only had one other choice. 

he pulls his hand away from you for while. soon, you felt two large, warm hands cup your face. you look up slightly, not knowing what your professor was up to. he brings his face close to you. the potions professor closes his eyes and slowly brought his lips to yours. 

your trembling self ceased for a while, body going rigid before finally giving in to him, kissing him back softly. it was slow and soft. you could feel your sad and nervous emotions mixed with his calm but slightly concerned emotion in the kiss. 

still connected to him, he moves up the bed, making himself comfortable to continue. the kiss slowly changed to passion. his left hand now on your hip as the other stays on your cheek. your hands moved to hold his neck. 

he could feel your tears still falling, slowly ceasing fall on his face as he pulls your face impossibly closer to his. 

he pulls himself slightly away from you, resting his forehead on yours as you both calmed yourself from his actions earlier. he looked at you, scanning your face for any signs of regret. he sees your eyes closed, tears gone, now only left with tear marks on your cheeks and a swollen face. 

“you are always welcome to stay with me, love.” he says softly to you, his intimidating demeanor gone, now only showing care. 

you slowly open your eyes, looking him in his eyes to make sure he wasn’t joking. you only was sincerity in his dark eyes. you moved to nuzzle your face in his neck, your hands move to hug his torso. 

he moves his hand to cradle you, one hand stroking your hair and the other on your waist. he coos, hoping that it would somewhat calm you down. he has never felt more right with you in his arms ever before. 

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fast forward a couple months after your graduation in hogwarts, you moved in with severus. the both of you now inseparable. you had graduated with honors, even becoming the valedictorian of your year. severus was proud of you, to say the least. he treated you with amazing respect, always insisting to cook for you even though you knew how to yourself. 

this was your happy ending, being with your now former potions professor. 

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Animaniacs/Pinky and The Brain Cinderella AU

I’ve been playing around with this idea for a while, and I wanna share my ideas for a Cinderella AU involving the cast of Animaniacs. And since there’s been a great surge in fun Animaniacs/Pinky and The Brain AUs based off of Disney movies (The wonderful Brainladdin AU by @deez-art and the sweet Beauty and the Beast AU by @themurphyzone), I’d figure that I’d showcase my ideas for a Cinderella AU!

Pinky - Cinderella

Brain - Prince Charming (Has a lot more character and agency in this AU)

Dot - The Fairy Godmother 

CEO Norita - Lady Tremaine/The Wicked Stepmother

Katie Ka-Boom - Drizella/Stepsister #1

Elmyra - Anastasia/Stepsister #2 (I was originally gonna put Mindy in this role, but she’s just a toddler who doesn’t know any better. Elmyra, on the other hand, is the worst and she’s much better suited for the role)

Yakko and Wakko - The Grand Dukes (They’re essentially Brain’s support group in this AU, trying to cheer him up and doling out terrible romantic advice)

Plotz- The King

Bobby, Squit, Pesto  - Jacques and Gus (Since Pinky’s already a mouse, he takes care of the birds that fly by the house, feeding them leftover food and making them shirts and hats)

Rita, Runt, Buttons, Pharfignewton - Various animals that reside by the manor

Pinky’s early childhood were years of happiness spent with his mom, dad and sis. But his mom and sis perished, and his dad remarries to CEO Norita, who feigns affection for Pinky but treats him like dirt when his dad isn’t around. Her daughters, Katie and Elmyra aren’t much better, especially Elmyra who takes great joy in torturing Pinky. After his dad dies of an illness, Pinky is reduced to servant status, and is constantly tending to the needs of his stepmother and stepsisters. 

Despite the terrible circumstances, Pinky remains kind, optimistic and resiliently hopeful. He is very caring towards the animals he cares for, and even makes clothes for the birds who drop by his window. He also sings a lot while doing chores, which lifts his spirits and charms the animals.

Meanwhile, at the royal castle, Brain returns home after graduating summa cum laude from a foreign university. Now that he competed his studies, he eagerly wants to get back to his plans of taking over the world, but his father, Plotz, decides to give him ‘the talk’ so to speak and berates him on why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or any grandkids. Brain dismisses this as trivial malarkey, reminds him that he’s bisexual, and states that his plans for world domination are more important, ending his rant with a good “I don’t owe you anything old man!” before storming off in a huff. Yakko and Wakko joke about how they’d have to drag Brain to a party should he want to date someone, which unwittingly inspires Plotz to hold a royal ball for all potential suitors for Brain.

Brain goes into his room, which is full of blueprints and potential plans for world domination. While he doesn’t want to get married, he wishes to find someone who is supportive of his vision and ambitions.

While completing his chores, Pinky answers the door to find Yakko and Wakko handing out invitations for a royal ball, calling for all eligible single people to attend. Pinky is absolutely thrilled at the idea of going to a ball and having a night off, and he plans his free time to make a dress for himself. Norita, Katie, and Elmyra catch wind of Pinky’s excitement for the ball and decide to do everything possible to prevent him from going.

Pinky is halfway done with his dress, but Norita piles on another batch of chores for him to complete, in addition to tending to Katie’s needs and ‘playing’ with Elmyra. The animals see this great injustice and have a group meeting, and decide to put in a team effort to finish the dress for Pinky to repay him for all the kindness he has given them. Bobby, Squit and Pesto rummage through the house to find jewelry for the dress while Rita, Runt, Buttons and Pharfignewton focus on sewing. When Pinky comes back to his room, he’s astounded to find his dress complete, with the animals standing by. Pinky stands there speechless and utterly grateful for their kindness. He eagerly thanks them for their help and quickly changes into the dress.

When it’s time to leave for the ball, Pinky comes down the stairs in his homemade dress, clearly excited to attend the ball. Norita stares at Pinky and mocks him for even thinking about attending the ball. She yanks off Pinky’s necklace, then Katie and Elmyra proceed to rip his dress to shreds until it’s nothing but rags. When Norita, Katie and Elmyra leave the manor, Pinky is absolutely devastated that all of his hopes for a fun night were so cruelly dashed in a single moment. He flees to the courtyard and starts sobbing, saying that he was a fool for even having dreams. The animals all look on forlornly, helpless to even try to comfort Pinky. 

During Pinky’s lowest point, Dot heeds his call, arriving in a ball of light before materializing into her physical form, comforting Pinky as he cries. When he realizes that he is being consoled, Pinky looks up and is surprised to see Dot hugging him. She explains that she’s his Fairy Godmother and that she will help him prepare for the ball. She first turns an empty spool into a carriage. She then turns Bobby, Squint, Pesto, and Buttons into horses, Pharfignewton into the driver, and Rita and Runt into footwoman and footman respectively. Dot finally turns Pinky’s ruined dress into a beautiful sparkling silver gown with glass slippers. Dot warns Pinky that the spell will be broken by midnight, and she then tells him to have a good time at the ball. 

When it’s time for the ball, Brain is already busy building his latest invention for his intricate plot for global conquest. Plotz interrupts his plans, demanding his presence at the ball, but Brain refuses to go to the party. Yakko and Wakko have to physically drag Brain to attend the ball, who is just clawing at the carpets like “I don’t wanna go, you can’t make me!” He takes his seat on the throne while all the eligible suitors drop by. Brain is bored out of his mind. And he doesn’t even try to hide it, he is like a bored kid whose parent just ran into a friend at the store and is like “can I go home now!?”. Brain even gives Plotz sour looks from time to time to express his disinterest in the ball. Yakko and Wakko try to encourage Brain to at least have fun at the ball. Rolling his eyes, Brain He excuses himself to get some drinks from the refreshments table. 

Pinky arrives at the ball and everyone is captivated by his beauty. He walks in the ballroom and is just spellbound by the pristine surroundings, and he bumps into Brain, not knowing that he’s the Prince. Brain takes one look at Pinky and is immediately enamored by him. The two talk for a while, and Brain looks over his shoulder and sees Yakko and Wakko gesturing that they should hit the dance floor, so he asks Pinky for a dance, and he eagerly accepts. 

Pinky and Brain dance around the ballroom, capturing the interest of everyone, including Plotz. Norita, Katie and Elmyra look at Pinky and they don’t recognize him due to Dot’s magic sparking from his dress. The mice then make their escape to the gardens and they get to know each other. Pinky talks about his home life (but downplays the abuse he endures), but talks about how he wants to live a simple life in a nice house surrounded by loved ones, which deeply humbles the Prince. Brain talks about his ambitions for taking over the world and how he could make things better under his rule, and Pinky admires him. Brain muses to himself that Pinky is the perfect person to have by his side when planning to take over the world. But before Brain could make a proposal, the clock strikes midnight. 

Pinky looks at the clock, remembering that the spell would be broken. Pinky apologizes to Brain and says that he has to return home. Brain follows him and sees Pinky rush down the stairs, losing one of his glass slippers. Brain tries to pursue Pinky as fast as he can, but he’s a total klutz and falls down the stairs. By the time Pinky returns home everything his dress is back in rags and the animals return to their original forms. But Pinky realizes that the glass slipper on his right foot is still on and keeps it as a souvenir.

When Brain wakes up, he suffers from short-term amnesia. He has memories of dancing and conversing with Pinky, but he forgot his name. The only evidence he has to go by is the glass slipper he found. Brain decides to launch an investigation to find his mystery date, but Plotz forbids him to leave. Brain re-enacts that one funny moment from Cinderella 3 by jumping out from the window and going off on his own. Yakko and Wakko decide to accompany him, but Plotz warns that if they don’t find Brain’s suitor he plans of executing them. While the three are off in town, Brain converses with Yakko and Wakko and realizes how flawed his plan is and says “wait a minute, anyone could fit into this shoe. what if the wrong person tries it one first?” And Yakko goes “well, then that’s your problem chief,”

Pinky returns to his usual routine of completing chores for his stepmother and stepsister. Norita sees Pinky singing a song and swaying around in a waltz. She realizes that Pinky was the one dancing with the Prince. Katie and Elmyra spot Brain, Yakko, and Wakko from the window, and Pinky is eager to see Brain again, thinking that he’s dropping by for a friendly visit. Norita grabs Pinky, shoves him into his room, locking him in. 

Brain sees the two stepsisters and realizes that they don’t fit the shoe, but they insist on trying it on anyways (which backfires).

Instead of trying to retrieve the key, The Goodfeathers decide to help out by flying Pinky down from his room out the window. After some slight issues trying to carry Pinky, they safely lower him to the ground. 

Brain, Yakko, and Wakko are about to leave, feeling hopeless over their fruitless search for Brain’s love interest. They open the door to find Pinky standing outside, who’s clearly happy to see Brain again. Norita scoffs at this, but Brain decides that Pinky would be a good fit for the shoe and asks him if he wants to try it on. Pinky eagerly accepts, thinking it’s some sort of game. Wakko runs in with the glass slipper on a satin pillow, but Norita trips him with her cane. Brain is heartbroken that the last evidence he has of his mystery date had been shattered. Pinky consoles him and offers him the other glass slipper like “I have a spare glass slipper if you want to have it.” and Brain puts two and two together and realizes that it was Pinky. Brain kneels down and offers Pinky his glass slipper, who graciously tries it on. The shoe fits.

After an unspecified amount of time, Pinky and Brain get married, and Plotz is happy that Brain is hitched so he could get grandkids. But instead of having human grandkids, Pinky brings along the animals from the manor to live with them in the castle.

The End

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Home | Part Two

Pairing: 13!Doctor x Daughter!Reader, Graham x Reader (platonic)

Summary: while the fam are away, you and the Doctor have a mother/daughter bonding day

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Warning: none?

A/N: as always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part One | Masterlist

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The control room was unusually quiet. 

Living on the TARDIS for the past month with The Doctor and her three human companions, you’d gotten used to the sound of constant conversation. That’s why you liked going for your morning swim in the TARDIS pool room, it gave you a chance to get away on your own for a while. It’s not that you didn’t like being around them, its just after travelling alone for so long it was a shock to the system to now be travelling and living with four other people. 

Walking closer to the central control panel, towel in hand catching the water droplets falling from your post-swim wet hair, you spot The Doctor down in the hatch under the floor messing with various glowing wires. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, making her jump and she hits her head. “Sorry” you apologise, stifling a giggle as she rubs her hand against the point of impact on her scalp. 

“Just some basic maintenance on the old girl, making sure she’s ready for our Doctor Daughter bonding day” she says with a massive grin as she climbs back up on the main deck and closes the hatch. You look at her slightly confused.

“But, what about the others? Where are they?”

“Dropped them back on Earth while you were swimming. I do that every so often, give them a day to check in with friends and family and do whatever it is humans do. Usually get bored and travel 24hours ahead to pick them back up again but not this time. Me and you are going to have fun. So what do you want to do?” 

She stares at you expectantly like an excited puppy and you just look back at her, bewildered. 

“um…” you look around the TARDIS as you try to think of something to say and something catches your eye. A small tank full of liquid bubbling away and floating in the liquid… a severed hand. “What the…? Why do you have a hand in a jar?” You ask, making your way over to study it closer. 

“Oh that? I got into a sword fight with the leader of the Sycorax on Christmas Day and he cut off my hand. It grew back though. Anyway-”

“No hang on. That is not enough information. I want details. Who are the Sycorax? Why were you fighting them on Christmas Day? Do you even celebrate Christmas? How did your hand grow back? Why did you keep the old one?”

“It’s a long story”

“That’s fine, we’ve got a whole day. This is what I want to do today, I want to stay in the TARDIS and listen to your stories”

“Really? All the planets and galaxies we could be exploring and you want to sit here listening to me?”

“Absolutely! You’ve had such fascinating lives, I want to hear about them. All the planets you’ve saved, bad guys you’ve fought, people you’ve befriended. Everything… Please?”

She studies you for a moment then smiles, taking a seat on the steps.

“Fine. Make yourself comfortable, we’re going to be here for a while”

— — — — 

Almost three hours passed in the blink of an eye. You weren’t just listening to the Doctor talk, you were imagining it all. In your mind you were right there with her, fighting Daleks and Centurians and all sorts. But it wasn’t all fighting. She also told you about the fun times she’d had with past companions. She was just finishing telling you about a woman named River Song. 

“Wait… so, you're married?!” You exclaim

“Technically yes, but it’s complicated”

“You married the daughter of one of your companions…?”

“Like I said, complicated. Anyway-” she changes the subject “did I tell you about the time a woman in a wedding dress appeared in my TARDIS? One minute she’s walking down the aisle, the next minute she’s here. She actually ended up travelling with me for a bit, great woman Donna”

“Donna? The same Donna who was with you when I was created? That Donna?” 

“Yeah thats her. I forgot you two met”

“I loved Donna! She was so kind to me, I thought about her a lot actually while I was travelling. Can we visit her?”

The Doctor’s eyes suddenly fill with sadness and for a moment you think…

“Oh, did she-? Is she…?” You ask awkward, not quite able to bring yourself to finish the question. The Doctor looks at you confused before realising what you're asking.

“Oh! No! No no, she’s alive, she’s fine. She’s back on Earth with her family, married now too. She’s happy”

“That’s great” you breathe a sigh of relief “then why did you look so sad? You scared me!”

“She doesn’t remember me. She can’t ever remember me, or she will die.” 

“I, I’m so sorry” you whisper sadly

“She saved the universe and she has no idea.”

“What happened?” You ask but when The Doctor looks at you you realise she might not want to talk about it “I’m sorry you don't have tell me-”

“No it’s okay. She touched that” she gestures to the hand in the jar “and absorbed Time Lord DNA. She was human, but had the mind of a Time Lord. All that knowledge, it’s too much for any human. It was overwhelming her, killing her. So I went into her mind and erased it all. The knowledge, the adventures, me.”

“I don't understand. You went into her mind? How?” 

“Time Lord trick”

“Can I do it?” You ask and she studies you for a moment, thinking. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe. Try it” 

“What?”

“Try it now. With me.” She turns her body to face you and takes your hand, bringing your fingers up towards her face. “Focus. Empty your mind, and focus on trying to see mine.”

She gently pushes your hand till your index and middle finger are pressed against her temple and instantly your eyes close as you feel a strange sensation wash over you.

“I see a long corridor, lined with open doors” you describe

“That’s it. Choose one and look inside” she instructs quietly

You do as she says, and go to a door. You peek inside and see The Doctor with the fam, dressed in old fashioned clothes dancing with people you’ve never seen before.

“That’s the time we met Mary Shelley and Lord Byron. Strange night” 

You laugh and she tells you to try another door. You do and this time you see a man wearing a bow tie and a fez waving a mop around. 

“Ah that was when I exploded the TARDIS, creating a big bang to reset the universe.”

“Wait, that’s you? What are you wearing?!” You laugh and she gets defensive.

“Hey, bow ties are cool!” she protests

“I was talking about the fez”

“Also cool- just shut up and go to a different door”

You walk further down the corridor and stop at a door when you spot a man you recognise. Your father. He’s sitting on the floor cradling another wounded man. You hear him shouting at the man to regenerate, but he dies. You step away from the door as the Doctor sobs, clutching the dead mans corpse. It’s hard to see him like that.

“I’m sorry you saw that, I should have shut that door” the present Doctor says and you remove your hand from her face, opening your eyes to look into hers.

“Who was that?” 

“The Master, another Time Lord.”

“Another Time Lord? There are more? Can we visit them? Ooh, can we go to your planet-”

“No”

“Why not?! I want to see where you grew up, meet your family-”

“I said no” She says more firmly, startling you as she abruptly stands up and walks away “end of conversation”

“This isn’t fair! I’m one of them I have a right to meet my relatives!” You protest.

She spins around to look at you with such anger in her eyes you barely recognise her.

“No you don’t! You are nothing like them and I will never take you there so just leave it!”

She goes to the TARDIS control and starts fiddling with buttons before reopening the hatch she was working in this morning and climbing back down. She restarts working on wires and you silently watch her for a few moments before getting up and walking off down the TARDIS corridor to your room. You curl up in your bed and try to block out the Doctor’s harsh words. Instead you imagine what the other Time Lords and their planet would be like. It’s not long before you drift off into a light sleep. 

— — — — 

You're awoken not long later by the sound of the TARDIS engines, signalling that you were travelling. You rush out of your room back to the control room in time to see the fam coming back on board. The Doctor greets them in her usually cheery way but you cant help but feel hurt that she jumped forward to pick them up early. So much for Doctor Daughter bonding day. You quickly turn on your heels and go back to your room before anyone spots you. But someone does. 

A few moments later there’s a knock at your door and Graham pokes his head in.

“Alright cockle?” After the mix up during your first meeting Graham had actually become like a father figure to you and you found yourself confiding in him a lot. “What are you doing?” He asks when he spots you packing your few belongings into a backpack.

“Leaving. She clearly doesn’t want me around so-”

“Wait! What are you talking about?! Y/N stop!” He grabs your hands, stopping you from packing anymore and forcing you to look at him “What happened?”

“I asked her to take me to her planet, introduce me to the Time Lords. She got angry and shouted at me and then she skipped forward to pick you guys up early because she doesn’t want to spend time with me.” Your voice cracks slightly and you look away. 

“She does want to spend time with you Y/N, she’s just… awkward. Listen, we’ve all asked her multiple times about her home and every time she either shuts us down or changes the subject. She’s very private about all that stuff”

“But I’m her daughter! I’m the one person she should want to share that stuff with. Instead she told me that she’ll never take me there because I’m not a Time Lord.” You take a deep breath “What if she’s right? What if I’m not a real Time Lord? What am I?”

Graham sighs and shakes his head. 

“I don't know love, only you can answer that. And you know what, who cares if you're not some fancy shmancy Time Lord? I don’t. Ryan and Yaz don’t. We love you just the same, because you're amazing.” He places his hands on your shoulders and looks right into your eyes “You're Y/N! And that’s more than enough” he smiles at you.

“Thanks Graham” you give him a small smile “sometimes I wish you were my real dad” 

“A boring old man like me? Nah you don’t” he laughs “you unpack that bag and join us when you're ready okay?” 

You nod and he leaves the room. You replay his words in your head and sigh, unpacking your stuff again. When you're finished you head out into the control room and spend the rest of the evening chatting to Yaz about what she got up to with her family. 

— — — — 

The next morning you get out of bed early and get ready for your daily swim. You walk down the quiet corridors towards the pool room. The fam are still asleep at this time of morning so the TARDIS is nice and quiet. When you reach the pool you're surprised to see The Doctor stood waiting for you. She looks at you with an awkward apologetic smile as you walk over to her. 

“Never seen you in here before” you state emotionless.

“I want to show you something” 

“In the pool?” 

“No. I knew you always come here every morning and I needed to see you before the fam wake up”

“Okay?” You shrug

“Come with me” 

You follow her back out of the pool room and to the control room. She walks to the TARDIS door and steps out. You stop when you reach the door, cautiously looking out at where you were. 

Before you was a planet unlike any you’d seen. But it was on fire. The sky burnt orange as dark smoke rose from what was left of the buildings. You looked at The Doctor with confusion. 

“Welcome to Gallifrey. Home of the Time Lords” she holds her hand out to you and you take it, stepping out onto the dusty burnt ground. 

“This is your home?” 

“What’s left of it. It was destroyed.”

“By who?” You shake your head, unable to believe what your eyes are seeing.

“The Master.”

“Why? Why would anyone do this?” You feel your heart sinking the more you take it all in. Even though you’ve never been here before, it hurts to see it like this. 

“I don't know” she replies honestly, as she notices the tears filling your eyes “This is why I didn’t want to bring you here. I didn’t want you to see this. Not because I don't think you're a ‘real time lord’ or because I don't want to spend time with you”

You turn to her shocked, how did she know-

“Graham” you whisper to yourself

“He told me how upset you were. And then he told me off for causing it. I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, I shouldn’t have taken this out on you. It’s not your fault. And you're right, you do have a right to know who you are, and where you come from. I will try to be more open with you.”

You look into her eyes and smile at her as you pull her into a hug. After a moment she pulls away and smiles back at you.

“Take as long as you need here then come back inside, okay?”

You nod and she walks back into the TARDIS, closing the door behind her. You turn back to look at the planet before you, taking a few steps closer. You take a seat on a small mound of burnt grass, bringing your knees up to your chest. You fold your arms over your knees and rest your chin on them, staring out at the planet imagining what it would have once looked like. 

“Beautiful isn’t it” an unknown male voice beside you. 

You look startled at the man who is now sat next to you. 

“Who are you?”

“Me? Im the one who created this masterpiece. You can call me… Master”

Then suddenly everything is dark. 

Part Three

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Can I request a Helena fluff we’re Helena’s double Helen wasn’t killed by the witch queen? Helena and Mc went to go meet her as Helena and Helen cries as they now call each other family.

Written by: @psychasylumpoetry

US

TW: Mention of Suicide/Suicide Attempt; Mention of Abuse

“Are you ready?” Angel gazes at me with a radiant grin. “To be frank, I’m hesitant to do this.” I tenderly take her hand, holding it in mine. “It’s okay. I promise, she won’t say anything or do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable.” I nod, taking deep breaths. “I’m ready.” She smiles before getting on her toes to kiss my forehead. I gradually open the door, wandering into the well-lit studio.

“Is Helen Kay here at the moment?”

“I am Helen Kay, what can I do for y-”

She spins around, abruptly halting her words. I let go of Angel’s hand, stepping towards her. “I’m Helena Klein.” Her eyes broaden somewhat as I put out my hand for her.

“I know you don’t know me at all but-”

“You look just like me…”

She responds breathlessly, slowly walking forward, gazing into my eyes.

“All the way to the eye colour.”

She grins softly, “Are you a cosplayer?” My eyes widen, “Cosplayer…what is a cosplayer…” I glance back at Angel, she steps up alongside me, “No, she isn’t.”

“Can I ask why you look like a mirror image of me? Not to be rude or anything.”

I stare back at Angel. She provides me with the nod of approval before beaming at me. “Do you believe there are additional realms… different strata of existence?” Helen’s grin brightens. “I do actually. I’ve been studying it for a small while.” I nod.

“Well, I am…you. From another realm, it is fine if you don’t bel-”

“I believe you.”

I hesitate, gazing back within her royal cerulean eyes…our royal cerulean eyes. “You believe me?” She smirks.

Gods, it looks quite like my own

“You’re standing in front of me, flesh and blood. How could I not believe you?” She grins, before walking in front of me. I trace her features with my eyes.

Her piercing cerulean eyes, pale skin and full lips. Pale blonde hair and precise cheekbones. It’s similar to staring in a mirror.

Her hand hovers over my cheek. “Is it okay if I touch you?” I nod softly. Her soft fingers frame my cheek. She traces my jawline with her fingers, making out the features of my face. She runs her blunt nails down the side of my face before running her fingers down my hair, out of the way of my face.

“I’m sorry…I was just making sure you were real.”

“It’s fine,” I say softly smiling.

“You seem kind. That’s the only reason I let you touch me.” She smiles, “Or is it because you don’t let yourself be touched unless you know the person or feel safe around them?” My eyes widen slightly. “That is the reason…I feel like I know you…”

“Like best friends?”

“No…not friends…family.” Silent wonder fills her eyes. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, Helena.” She smiles, gently running her thumb over my cheek. “Now, what is it you’ve come to see me for?” She motions over to a couple of chairs. She articulates with a soothing tone. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a chair for you.”

“Oh it’s fine, I can leave you two to talk.”

Angel smiles before walking off. I stare after her. “Hey, it’s fine. I’m sure she won’t leave you here for too long.” She tips her head, “Anything in particular you need?”

“To get to know you a bit would be nice…”

I say softly, averting my gaze before looking back. “How about we get to know each other?” She tilts her head, looking at me. “That…Would be lovely.”

“Excellent. Let’s start with birthdays.”

“27th day of Frozen Lakes.”

“Ah, forgot…different realms…I was born on January 27th, 1990. In LA.” She hums. “LA?” I reply in question. “Ah- Los Angeles.” I nod, “What is your preferred season."

"Fall. The perfect season for sweaters. Not too hot, not too cold.”

“I hate being cold.” We speak at the same time before staring at each other wide-eyed. We pause for a moment before she speaks again. “Do you have any questions?” I sit a bit straighter.

“What was your life like?”

She hummed softly. “Well, I had a mother and a father. Very supportive people.” I nod, not showing on my face that I was happy she had supportive parents. “I was in the higher class as a child…I didn’t like being referred to as a rich kid,” She chuckled. “I didn’t have a lot of riches myself.” She tilts her head. “I can only imagine…” She slowly exhales. I can feel the tension between her shoulders.

“My father took his own life when I was eighteen and still living at home. My mother went into a deep depression. I tried to cheer her up.” She gently runs her nails down her arm. “I failed to do so, and she turned into a bitter woman…” Tears begin to form on the corners of her eyes. “She forced me to drop out. She made me do things that…I regret, even now.” The tremble in her voice only grew stronger.

I act on pure instinct. “It was only until a few years ago she decided to do the s-” I kneel in front of her and pull her into a tight hug. I hear her glasses clink to the floor. She sits still before beginning to warm into the hug. Her tears flowing freely as I gently rub her back.

She eased out of the hug, letting me kneel in front of her, “Alan was with me since childhood…Helping me through everything that had happened to me from breaking my ankle when we were fifteen up until now.” She smiled softly before sniffing and wiping her face. “I…um.” She cleared her throat, reaching for her glasses which were on the floor. I pass them to her, giving her a moment to compose herself before she spoke up.

“What about you?”

“My…life?” I look at her with a confused look. She nods with a soft smile, "It’s a nice way to get to know each other.” I chuckle softly, “We should probably sit over there then.” I point at the couch on the other side of the studio. “That works.” As we get up, I start talking.

“When I was younger, I didn’t possess very supportive parents. Magic was feared in my village and I was discriminated against for my magical abilities.”

“Mmm?” She hums before sitting on the couch, I sit on the corner as she lays her head on my shoulder. “I was seven when I cast my first spell.” I gently run my fingers through her hair. “A bit after that, I had met a ginger kitten.” I smile softly, “A bit bigger than how my hand was now…I named her Ember… Ember Cornelius Flame.”

“That’s adorable, Helena.”

I smile softly, nodding. “She was a very adorable kitten…I treated her like my own, like a daughter. Feeding her, washing her fur when I had the chance…” I sigh, “Well…one day…I found Ember dead…In the vibrant field, we used to play in.”

“Oh…”

I hum at her realization. “I was heartbroken…It hurt even more as a child. Out of instinct…I used my power…I drained the grass of its life and tried to give it to Ember.” I exhale slowly, “Well…I saw her paw twitch…then stop."

"That was when…one of the villagers cried, witch…”

I say in a hushed whisper. “I was forced to leave. And I did.” Helen looks up at me. “Is this how you arrived here?” I chuckle, “No, no…That was way later…After that, I left I set out to find a calling.”

“Well, that was when the witch queen came into my life.”

I softly stroke her hair. “I wanted to be her. And I tried to do so. I tried to kill her and take her power.” She tensed a bit, “You…” I shake my head, “I couldn’t…She did something to me…Made me submit.”

“She saw me useful. I became her protégé…I was a fool for falling in love with such a wicked woman.” A tremble ran through my body. “She used me for pleasure, giving me pain…painting my skin with scars…I became one of her prized possessions…Her little plaything…"

"Then she died.”

“In a war that she got herself into and one that I fought beside her in.” Helen gently turned to put her arms around my shoulders. “I wasn’t allowed to mourn. I had to be strong.” She rubs my shoulder gently. “Then suddenly…she was there…flesh and blood…but not really.”

“It was her but not really?”

I nod, “Looks it was her…attitude wasn’t.” I glance at the door. “That woman was her.” Helen tenses. “The woman outside is…” I smile softly, “No, she’s not the Witch Queen…I was even shocked.”

“I thought the witch queen had truly ceased…I was in love with the woman that had looked like her…Not for her looks but for how she carried herself.” I sigh lovingly before I continue. “Well, one night…while Angel was sleeping in my room, she was tossing and turning.”

“I watched her for a little bit before her face sported a wicked smirk only the witch queen wore…” My trembling grew just a bit. “The woman I had loved, and the woman I caused a genocide for were sharing a body…”

“Oh…Helena…”

“Even worse…Now that I knew that Angel wasn’t the Witch Queen…I had to hide it from the generals…And Alain…” My trembling ceases a bit. “I did so before they brought the Queen out of Angel…She wanted me to come back…But I refused…” I sigh, “So, I picked up Angel…and ran.”

“You ran away from the Witch Queen?”

“Yes…It was very difficult because she was looking for me…” I reply. Helen rubs my shoulder as she hugs me, “I can only imagine…” I nod, “We found shelter, had a few near-death situations…I made friends with my enemies…” I smile softly before sighing. “We went back to fight…”

“That was when I was transported here for the first time.”

“You’ve been here before?” Helen questions, “Yes, I didn’t quite know where I was at first…but Angel helped me through it all.” Helen nods, “Angel seems like a really good person…helping you through everything.” I smile, “She really is.” Helen softly squeezes my shoulder.

“We decided to go back and end the witch queen’s reign…” I draw a trembling breath. “That was when she killed him…She killed Alain…one of the only men I considered a friend since childhood.” Tears started to slowly form at the corner of my eyes, “One of the only people I could talk to when I wasn’t having the most enjoyable day.” Soon, my tears started to fall, “The one person who I could be myself around before I met Angel.”

I sob quietly trying to talk between each sobbing breath, “What she did hurt me to the point I used all of my magic against her…which lead her to redirect it and plunge the world into darkness…” I explain the time of the war to her as she gently hugs me.

My shoulders tremble softly as I try to smile, “After all of that…after everything we went through…I decided to propose…Everything was finally over and all I wanted to do was be with Angel. And that’s what happened. We got married, and officially moved back to Chicago to stay.” Helen rubbed my shoulder, gently wiping away my tears.

“You’ve been through a lot…I’m glad it’s over.”

She hums before pulling me in a tight hug. “I’m glad it’s over too.” I sigh, melting into the hug. “Thank you…” I whisper softly, “No, thank you.” She gently strokes my hair before pulling away. “Let’s change to lighter topics?”

“Please.”

We giggle before starting to talk about things like our favourite ice cream flavours, colours, and type of music. After a bit of time, Angel walks in. “Hey, babe?” I look up with a soft smile, “Yes, my love?” She scratches her neck with a nervous smile, “It’s seven. Are you ready to head out?” Helen checks her phone, “Ah! Crap! I missed meeting up with Alan! We were planning to catch a movie!"

"I apologize for keeping you for so long.”

“Oh no. It’s fine! I can just say that I was with my twin sister.” I lift an eyebrow, “Twin sister?” She chuckles, booping my forehead. “You, sapphire!” I look away, “I should have known.” I chuckle softly.

“When will I see you again?”

“Mmmm, Angel?” I look at Angel, she blushes at the sudden attention. “Ah, well…we’re going to be in town for a bit.” Helen speaks up, “Friday?” I look at Angel before nodding. “Yes.”

We discuss the plans for Friday, which ends up being ice cream at her favourite ice cream place. We exchange numbers and we’re out of the studio by 8:30 pm.

“Why are you smiling so hard?”

“I have a sister now.”

[valeriethepussycats]

Assemble

Chapter 5

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing 

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashbacks are in bold

Your favorite TV show- y/tv

Your Harry potter house- y/h

After Ororo kisses Y/n’s forehead she starts running away trying to make it out of the woods so she wouldn’t be Capture by the Weapon X Program. When Ororo makes it out the woods she comes across a  small town.

What have I done I left her when they after me was

This was Ororo’s only thought.  She had to fight the impulse to run back into the woods and save her daughter. Apart of her knew that her daughter was already gone. What is the point of both of us getting taking said  a darker another part of her. Feeling conflicted about everything Ororo starts to cry.

“You should listen to yourself it would’ve been pointless if you both would have gotten caught.” Said a voice behind Ororo.

Turning around Ororo see a man in a wheelchair. “Who are you?” Ororo questioned.

“I’m Charles Xavier and when came out the store I felt  overwhelmed  sadness coming from you I wanted to make sure cyou were ok but clearly you’re not....what is the matter?” Charles asked.

“These people they were after me and now they have my daughter. They experiment on mutants..... I have to do something to find her.” Ororo explained.

“How would you do it? If you had the power to stop them you would’ve.” Charles stated.

“May you can. Can you help me save my daughter please I’ll do anything.” Ororo pleaded as she wipes her face.  

“There’s not much I can do I’m just a man in a wheelchair who want to create a world were mutant can walk outside without fear.” Charles declared.

“What about my daughter I’ll never see her again.” Ororo sobbed.

Charles lay a comforting hand on Storm’s shoulder. “You never had a daughter Ororo your here because you want to help with your Mutant abilities.” Charles lied as he planted a thought inside  Ororo’s head.

Ororo stops sobbing and looks at Charles In curiosity.

“My school is for mutants who can’t control their powers or want to be around other  people of their kind.” Charles informed Ororo. “Does that seem like a place where you want to be?”

“Yes it does sound like a place I would want to be.” Ororo said with a smile.

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On the Helicarrier Tony and Bruce are working on their monitors to find the Location of the Tesseract.

“That’s the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn’t have kept him on ice.” Tony remarked.

“The guy’s not wrong about Loki. He does have the jump on us.” Bruce agreed with Steve.

“What he’s got is an ACME dynamite kit.”  Tony mocked. “It's gonna blow up in his face, and I'm gonna be there when it does.”

“And I'll read all about it.” Bruce replied.

“Uh-huh. Or you'll be suiting up like the rest of us.” Tony disclosed.

“Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare.” Bruce  explained.

“You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. Tony started then points at the mini arc reactor in his chest. “This stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a... terrible privilege.”

“But you can control it.” Bruce pointed out.

“Because I learned how.”

“It's different.” Banner tries to read the computer screen, but Tony slides the  data aside with his finger so the two can see face-to-face.

“Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have  killed you.” Tony put forth.”

“So you're saying that The Hulk... the other guy... saved my life?” Bruce asked. “That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?”

“I guess we'll find out.” Tony replied.

Banner and Stark get back to work at their respective computers.

“You might not like that.”

“You just might.”

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Y/n walks into the room and uses her powers to cover up the cameras with a small little cloud she walks over to Loki so he has his back to her and waits for her to speak.

“Where is the Tesseract?”  Y/n question.

“35 minutes that’s how long it taken you to finally come in here. Loki announced. “See me you felt some thing when you first saw me like your world slow down and all you saw was me.”

How the hell does he know that .....ignore his question that’s what he wants to take the tension off of him

“Where is the Tesseract.” Y/n repeated her question.

“I don’t know where is but if you want to take a look inside my mind I wouldn’t object.” Loki said with a smirk daring wanting Y/n to do it.

Not trying to show her shock she starts to walks around Loki’s cell.

“So you don’t know where it is when you’re the one who took it.”

“Yes.” Loki said Dead serious.

“You’re a real piece of work you know that. Why did you let yourself be captured come on let’s be honest if Thor and his friends can hold their own in a fight I damn well you can.” Y/n proclaimed.

“It was a fair match I was over powered.” Loki lied.

“Bullshit. You expect me to believe that you got caught nah. You want this to happen you want to be here and I wanna know why because your prize possession ain’t here.” Y/n pointed out.

“You got me.  Something told me that you were going to be here I let myself get caught so I could finally met you in person.” Loki answered.

“Why would you do that?”  Y/n wondered.

“You are beautiful beyond measures and you’re nothing like anyone I ever met before You’re different like me.” Loki announced.

“You don’t know me.” Y/n informed sassily.

“I know everything there is to know about you Y/n L. Munroe.  I also know that you want information about what truly happened that night.” Loki commented.

“How do you know that.” Y/n questioned walking up to the glass of the cell.

“A trickster never reveals his tricks.” Loki answered with a smirk.

“Why do I feel this pull towards.....like everything inside of me is screaming to break this glass just to be close to you.” Y/n said touching the glass.

“Then why don’t you.” Loki whispered as he placed his hand where Y/n is on the glass.

“Because your the enemy. You want war.” Y/n Replied as searches Loki mind for the Tesseract.

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“What do you know of Agent Munroe?” Loki asked Clint.

“She is a powerful mutant that can control the weather and read minds.” Clint answered.

Loki calls over two Shield agents. “I want you to tell Dr. Selvig to take the Tesseract and find his opening.” Loki ordered then walks out the underground to get an eyeball.

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Damn it he doesn’t know where the Tesseract is.

“I want to be a King and every King needs a Queen.” Loki breathed his words at Y/n.

I understand why eve ate that Fucking Apple

“I need to go.” Y/n rushes out the room and bumps into Thor.

“ You. Me. Talk. Now.” Y/n pulls Thor into The nearest room and close the door.

“What the hell you mean he’s here because of me?”

“I forgot you could read minds.”  Thor stated.

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.” Y/n assured Thor.

“You and my brother are meant to be it’s been written in the stars of Asgard it’s a great honor.” Thor explained.

“What!?”

“My mother told me after Loki died or least we thought he did. She created a spell to find Loki a true love and it’s you.”

Is that’s why I feel the way I feel about him.

“Enough about Loki tell me about you how have you been. Have you seen Jane yet .” Y/n asked taking a sit on on the couch.

“No I haven’t I don’t think I will.” Thor answered taking a sit next to Y/n.

“Because after you leave here you have to go back home.”  Y/n expressed.

“It will be to hard.” Thor replied with a sad smile.

“I understand  it’s ok buddy.” Y/n said as she lays her head on Thor’s shoulder.

“How about you anything interesting happened after our last encounter?” Thor asked.

“I found out my mother is alive.” Y/n answered dryly.

“That’s........Amazing.” Thor proclaimed.

“She left me at the hands of people who hunt and experimented on mutants.”

“My.... apologies”

“I was five I loved her she was my world. All we had was each other. I.....I blamed myself for her death I thought if I would’ve just stayed awake or kept running....” Y/n trailed  off.

“Things would’ve ended differently.” Thor finished for Y/n.

“Ya.....what are we gonna do about Loki.” Y/n said getting up from the couch to pace back-and-forth.

“I was hoping you do something.” Thor proposed.

“I read his mind he gave the cube to Erik and told him to find an opening.”  Y/n answered.

“How did he know about your powers?” Thor questioned.

“Agent Barton told him.....Look I’m gonna go get some sleep I’m over working my brain.” Y/n said in a tired voice.

“Already.”

“I really did miss you Thor.” Y/n said with a smile.

“And I you.” Thor returned the smile.

Y/n walks out the room to her Temporary quarters Y/n lays down in her room she closes her eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.

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Y/n wakes up and see she’s not in her bed she gets out of the bed and walks to the nearest window and pull back the curtains and see a city made of gold.

Asgard

Y/n smiles as she looks at every detail. Seemingly built into the rock, large structures with sweeping terraces top many of the cliffs; gleaming pyramids, statues, and columns surround Odin's palace. Another notable feature in Asgard is the-

“The Rainbow Bridge.” Y/n Announced.

“Actually it’s called The Bifrost Bridge.” Said a voice behind Y/n making turn around fast.

It’s Loki. But he looks different he doesn’t have that evil look in his eyes there soft.

“Loki.” Y/n whispered his name. “What are you doing here? What am I doing here.”

“You’re in my mind,when you saw me for the first time we became linked.” Loki explained.

“Oh.”

“Will you have breakfast with me?” Loki asked.

“Breakfast?” Y/n said with a smile.

“You must change.”

Just then two ladies comes walking in the room with to dress then they lay them on the bed and bow at Y/n.

“Don’t you think this is a little too formal. It’s just breakfast.”  Y/n stressed.

“These are Asgard customs.” Loki Informed Y/n.

“Ok I’ll be down in few minutes.”

Loki bow his head then walks out the room.

Why are they bowing at me

Y/n  walks over to the dress on the bed. The one on the left is a long and green with cross stitching on the chest. But the one on the right was long and tan light with red sugar Maple Leafs climbing from the bottom of the dress to around the neck leaving the upper chest expose. Y/n  picks up the dress and smiles.

I not really a dress girl but who could deny this one

Y/n  puts the dress on and walks over to the mirror.

Damn I look good

Y/n walks out the room not bother to fix her hair but it was already in her favorite hair style. The ladies that brought the dresses in the room walks Y/n  to the dining hall. When she gets there she see Loki waiting for her. Loki take Y/n’s hand and walks her to her sit.

“This is all so much.” Y/n  said taking a sit.

“Nonsense anything for you.” Loki said pushing Y/n’s sit in.

”Thank you...I’ve only seen Asgard from Thor’s memories but this is beautiful.” Y/n

“This is my memories.” Loki told Y/n as he takes his sit.

Y/n looks around the Grate Hall in  amazement. There’s two tables a shorter one thats the one Loki and Y/n are at then it’s the longer one where Loki has every earth breakfast food on it.  As Y/n is distracted by the architectural structure of the Castle Loki is looking at her noticing every detail of her face.

“This is really beautiful Loki.” Y/n Praised.

“Not beautiful then you.” Loki remarked.

When Y/n finally looks at Loki she see that he’s giving her the “looks” you know the see into your soul look.

“Loki, what am I doing here?” Y/n wondered.

“I want to know you better is that a crime.”  Loki answered.

“No it is not but I know there’s more to it.” Y/n disclosed.

“I want to know everything about you in exchange I’ll tell you about the night your mother disappeared.” Loki proposed.

“Ok. What do you want to know?” Y/n asked.

“Anything.” Loki breathed.

“Well I find nature relaxing, best years of my life was when I lived in New Orleans with  Gambit, November 18  is the day I control my power l just remember this overwhelming sadness that I couldn’t control.  I caused a state wide earthquake and black out even some city in Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and Connecticut had black outs. Think I care to much. I’m passionate about everything I do. When I’m losing control of my powers I think of my time with Gambit and it always seem to work. I think I watch y/tv  to much.  My house is y/h . You remain me of Professor Snape a good guy in disguise.

“Who’s Professor Snape is he someone important to you?” Loki asked.

“He’s important to everyone who reads Harry Potter. You see Professor Snape was portrayed to be a bad guy but he never was he was an asshole yes  but not a bad guy. He cared for Harry because he was a piece of the woman he loved.....I’m sorry I really the loved books and movies Gambit used to read them to me.” Y/n stated with a smile.

“No it’s fine you said you were passionate about everything.”  Loki said with an fond look.

Y/n  smiles and starts to eat her pancakes. As Y/n is eating some syrup gets on the corner of Y/n’s mouth. Loki looks Y/n in the eyes as he reaches over and slowly wipes the syrup away from Y/n’s mouth with his thumb. He  then puts the pad of this thumb into his mouth. Y/n is shocked by Loki sudden movement.

“You had syrup on your cheek.” Loki told Y/n

“Um....thanks....Um the view is amazing.” Y/n  gets up and walks over to the balcony needing to put space between her and Loki. But it was in vane Loki walks up behind her.

“I’ve seen something far more amazing.” Loki

“Why are you doing this are trying to put me under your spell?” Y/n wondered.

“No I would never.” Loki said serious voice.

“Then what’s going on.”  

“I just want to be here with you.”

And in that moment Y/n  knew that Loki  was serious even asked all the times he told her he was she finally believed.  Y/n turns around and smiles at Loki she ledes in and kisses him. She then starts to get flashes of Loki’s childhood and smiles into the kiss.

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Steve, with all his might, slides the heavy iron door and stealthily walks in. Secure storage 10-C is a large warehouse, filled with Metal crates stacked. Steve looks up, seeing another level. He leaps up high and holds onto the catwalk railing. Steve continues to move forward.

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Inside this particular van, Selvig and a few other soldiers are  driving inside a long tunnel. With the CMS device inside, Selvig carefully picks up the small cylinder shape Iridium with metal prongs and lightly places it a slot within the CMS. The CMS Accepts it and Selvig looks at it, devilishly smiling.

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After “accepting” Charles offer to be be apart of this school Ororo went on to be known as the X-Men Storm somewhat of a caretaker of the children at Charles’s school. This was every day routine for Ororo waking up teaching children taking care of them and then probably go out scouting for more mutants with Jean or Scott but this time Charles had a different approach he paired her up with Logan. Yes you heard right the mutant with an unstoppable healing power, adamantium metal claws and no-nonsense attitude and one of the most ferocious heroes in the universe.

Logan and Ororo walk into Cerebro and see Charles. “You wanted to see us Chuck?” Logan  asked.

“There’s this mutant in Manhattan with a the power that can take the potential energy stored in an object and convert it to kinetic energy thus “charging” that item with explosive results. I need you to find him he has information on a mutant that  I need to find.” Charles informed Ororo and Logan.

“What’s he’s name Professor?” Ororo asked.

“Remy LeBeau but he also goes by Gambit.” Charles answered.

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Gambit is at a bar late night drowning his sorrows in whiskey. Thinking about all the choices that led to him being here at a bar in Manhattan drinking he’s life away. He missed Y/n more then anything she was his daughter.

Gambit nod at Nick then  walks over to Y/n. “I guess is the end of the road.” Gambit commented.

“Can you promise me one thing?” Y/n Asked.

“What is it?” Gambit wondered with a curious tone.

“Don’t forget about me.” Y/n said with a sad smile.

“Never in a million years.” Gambit promised in a fatherly way.

Y/n hugs Gambit like her life depended on it.

“I love you.” Y/n sniffled.

Gambit pulls back from the hug to wipe Y/n’s tears “I love you too petit.” Gambit replied.“ This isn’t goodbye you’re gonna see me.”

Gambit shakes his head not wanting to remember what he said it makes him feel like a liar. He hasn’t seen her in years apart of him wonders if she would see him would she remember him? Gambit didn’t want to think about that he didn’t want that to be a Possibility. Gambit orders and another glass of whiskey and just when the bartender hands him he’s drinking two people approach him.

“I’m in no mood to fight so whatever business you have with me can it wait.” Gambit announced.

“You Remy LeBeau?”  Logan asked.

“That depends on who’s asking.”  Gambit stated.

“Charles Xavier he wants to know what happened in Canada with you and a mutant.”Ororo explained.

“And who might you be?” Gambit questioned as he turns around and see Logan and Ororo.

“Storm.”

“Stormy. You know my real name but I don’t know your.”

“And that’s how we like bub.” Logan Chimed in.

“No it’s fine I’m Ororo Munroe.”  Ororo told Gambit.

“I figure you were.” Gambit  downs his drink then pays for it and walks out the bar with  Ororo and Logan following closely.

“You asked nice now it’s my turn.”

Gambit pulls out a deck of cards and charge them. “Looks not looking for a fight ok you want to know what happened in Canada.  A little girl woke up in a cell across from mine crying out for her ma. Experimented on her and made her into a powerful mutant. The black out that happened on November 18 her I no doubt.” Gambit explained. “If you came here thinking I know where your daughter is you are mistaken.”

“What’s he talking about?” Logan questioned.

“I don’t know? I have a daughter?”

“I would seem that the good old Professor did more then help you crop. Look I’m not mad at you because you’ve getting me something I never knew I wanted.” Gambit said walks away.

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On a Shield monitor is a photo and record of Jane Foster. Thor looks at her, remembering all the moments they had together.

“As soon as Loki took the doctor we moved Jane Foster. We've got an excellent observatory in Traunsee. She was asked to consult there very

suddenly yesterday. Handsome fee, private plane, very remote. She'll be safe.” Agent Coulson informed Thor.

“Thank you. It's no accident Loki taking Erik Selvig. I dread what he plans for him once he's done. Erik is a good man.” Thor declared.

“He talks about you a lot. You changed his life. You changed everything around here.” Agent Coulson told Thor.

“They were better as they were. We pretend on Asgard that we're more advanced, but we...we come here battling like Bilchsteim.” Thor replied.

“Like what?” Agent Coulson asked.

“Bilchsteim? You know; huge, scaly, big antlers. You don't have those?” Thor wondered.

“Don't think so.”  Agent Coulson answered.                      

“They are repulsive, and they trample everything in their path.” Thor walks over to the side of the ship and looks out the window, lamenting about what has happened and what may come. “When I first came to earth, Loki's rage  followed me here and your people paid the price. And now again. In my youth I courted war.”          

“War hasn't started yet. Nick Chimed. “You think you can make Loki tell us what the Tesseract is?

“I do not know. Loki's mind is far afield, it's not just power he craves,it's vengeance upon me. There's no pain hat would prize his need from him.” Thor explained.

“Loki is a prisoner he can’t do anything to here I won’t let it happen.” Thor proclaimed.

“Then why do I feel like he's the only person on this boat that wants to be here?” Nick questioned.

Thor doesn't answer.

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When Y/n woke up from the dream world she was both relieved and upset. Loki had her flustered and that’s what made her upset. So Y/n walked to the combat room and turns one one of the drone.

“Who would you like to fight?” The drone asked.

“Surprises me.” Y/n answered.

The combat room changes into a living room of a middle class family house.

“Not the living room scenario.” Y/n protested.

The drone takes form of Sabretooth. A feral mutant named Victor Creed, his an animalistic mutant who possesses superhuman strength, mobility and cat-like claws and teeth and  He’s also Wolverine's brother.

You got to be kidding me I fought him one time

Without warning Sabretooth throws Y/n crashing her coffe table in front of the sofa.

“Why is it always the table and never the sofa.”

Y/n kicks Sabretooth in the chest,knocking the big man into a table on the right wall, where he crashes into the  Vases and slides to the floor in a tumult of glass shards and water. Y/n springs to her feet and swings at Sabretooth, again and again, her fist whooshing through the air. Sabretooth grabs Y/n's right wrist. With no room to dodge, Y/n drives her head forward,smashing Sabretooth's face with a glorious headbutt.  As Sabretooth staggers back, Y/n picks up a broken leg from the table and points it at Sabretooth’s neck.

“You know there’s an easier way with dealing with-“Natasha turns off the simulator and the table leg disappears out of Y/n’s hand “Anger.”

“I’m Frustrated Nat. Loki knew I could read minds so he had the cube sent somewhere without him knowing.” Y/n explained.

A red glow starts to form around Y/n. Masking her worry Natasha walks over to Y/n. “You know what’s happens when that part of you takes over.”

“But what if the Phoenix taking over stops Loki and no one gets hurt?” Y/n questioned.

“Y/n there will always be collateral damage in anything that involves saving someone or saving everyone.” Natasha told Y/n.

“Your right......I’m gonna go check on Bruce and Tony in they lab.” Y/n about to walk out the room but Natasha’s voice stops her.

“I was told to find you and give you this.” Natasha hands Y/n a folded piece of paper.

“It’s your Remy LeBeau.”

“Thank you.”  

“Don’t thank me thank Director Fury.”

Y/n smiles at Natasha then walks out the combat room.

Part 6

[lynelovespopculture]

Chilling Adventures of Zelda Back by Popular Demand!!!

 CHAPTER 4-A FAUSTUS DIVIDED

 Late  the next morning, Hilda prepared a tray of food for her sister. Hilda’s heart broke last night when she  had entering the sisters shared bedroom last night and heard Zelda sobbing  under her blankets. Hilda knew that her sister discovered that something upsetting. During the night Zelda’s head popped out from under the covers, the tears had dried and her older sister was now sleeping soundly. Hilda went downstairs to cook and have  breakfast with the  kids. As soon as the meal was over, Ambrose announced that he was going straight to the academy to look into  the details of the spell that would break the curse. Sabrina originally was going  to go with him, but she got a text from Roz saying that she was waiting for  her friend at the mall.

“Oh, I forgot!” Sabrina moaned.

“Go  on, love,” Hilda encouraged. “Go meet Roz. It’s your birthday, go have fun. Just remember you promised   us a family dinner before we let you loose for the night.

“Okay  Auntie,” Sabrina hugged    her aunt before  leaving  with Ambrose, who promised to keep her updated.

Hilda puttered around the house for another hour before deciding to take a tray up to Zelda. “Good morning, sleepy head!”

Zelda groaned and stirred  before siting up. “Morning,” She said to her sister as  stretched before she froze. “Wait a minute. What time is it?”

“A little past 11.”

“Past 11? I got to get to school,” Zelda pushed off her duvet and   swung her legs to the floor before Hilda was at her side.

“Oh no, you don’t! It’s Saturday, Zelds. There are no classes on Saturday. Therefore, the headmistress can stay in  bed  and feed my new unborn  niece or  nephew.”

With a sigh and an eye roll, Zelda got back into bed and thanked her sister as Hilda placed the tray in front of Zelda. “Saturday? That  means is  Sabrina’s birthday.”

“That’s right.” Hilda sat down on the bed.  “Can you believe our girl is 17 already?”

Zelda picked up the  mug of coffee. “Actually, I can’t believe it’s only  been a year since Sabrina fled her dark  baptism. It seems like several lifetimes ago.”

Hilda nodded. “Speaking of Sabrina’s birthday, we already agreed to let Sabrina spend tonight with her friends after our family dinner and  remember I’m going to help Dr. C tonight with his Halloween midnight madness sale.”

Zelda nodded. “I remember.”

“What about you, sister? Just a quiet night at  home? No Halloween hijinks?”  Hilda could only hope.

“Actually, I’m going ghostbusting tonight.” 

Hilda closed her eyes and groaned. She was been dreading this. “Am I supposed to pretend that doesn’t mean  that you going to contact Edward tonight?”

“You damn right I’m going to  contact Edward tonight! Don’t you dare pretend that our brother hasn’t a lot to answer for!”

“I’m not! I know Edward  has a lot to explain but can’t you just wait for me”

“Oh, for Hecate’s sake, Hildy!” Zelda put the tray aside and got out  of bed. “We are talking about summoning 1 ghost on all hollow’s eve. A night where the veil between the living and the dead is lifted. A 1st-year student can do alone!”

“Yes, but you’re  pregnant”

“I know that and I’m fine! Spellcasting is not  a strain on me. Why is stressing me out is knowing that Faustus is at  the mercy of an insanity curse that  Edward caused and I need to know why. If you will  excuse me, I’m going to take a  bath,” Zelda walked out of  the room before  she added, “Then I have some baking to do.”

Ambrose was working in the office when Prudence walked  by and watched him by the doorway. Prudence  didn’t sleep a wink last night. She thought she needed to be alone, but she was overwhelming grateful to the fates when Dorcas found her. Cuddled up in bed next to her sister, she told Dorcas all about the memory spell and how bittersweet it made her feel. Prudence couldn’t believe how awful  both her grandparents were, especially her grandfather, who wanted her death simply because she was alive. Prudence broke down and cried in Dorcas’s arms when she spoke of her mother. Last night was the 1st time Prudence had    ever seen her mother with her own eyes. However, her feelings quickly soured when the memories showed that her mother had only conceived her to use her as a pawn to trap her father into marriage and when that had failed, Madeline took her own life not giving a 2nd  thought her baby. The great irony was that the only person who seemed to care about Prudence was her father. The same father she tried once to kill. Ever since she found out that she was Father Blackwood’s daughter, she had been upset with him for letting her believe her whole life she was a orphan and even after they both knew the truth, he kept denying her the family name, Prudence had never dreamed that it was in a desperate bid to protect her.

“Good thing Ambrose didn’t let you kill him in Scotland.” Dorcas’s comment was   meant as causal, but  it did keep Prudence awake all night.  She had broken up with Ambrose, months ago, for that very reason. Prudence shivered in her bed as she thought of what could’ve been. What if she had killed her father in Scotland and then came home to learn  of Edward Spellman’s curse and her  father’s journal and  memories. Prudence knew she would’ve  never forgiven herself. What about Ambrose, could he forgive her? For blaming him for making what she knew now was   the right decision? She had to admit that working alongside him to research   the curse had felt good, almost like old times. Watching him working at Zelda’s desk now, Prudence couldn’t help but wonder, could adorable Ambrose give her a 2nd chance, or had she blown it for good?

All Prudence could do now was clear her throat and make her presence known. “Hey.”

As soon as he saw her, Ambrose  stood up. “Oh, hi. I know you said you wanted to be alone last night but that didn’t stop me from worrying about you.”

Prudence’s heart leapt with hope. “You were worried about me?”

“Of course! Last night was very hard on all us. I woke up thinking about you.”

“I woke up thinking about you too.” Prudence  confessed. “About the day we broke up.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “I’ve been thinking how wrong I was to blame you about happened with my sisters and   I so glad that my father is still alive. If I had-“  Prudence couldn’t even finish her thought.

“Hey, no one knew about the curse back then. You have nothing to feel  bad about.”

“Except the way  I treated you.” She whispered.

“Pru, today’s Sabrina’s birthday and-“

“You’re busy, I get it.” Prudence finished for him quickly.

Ambrose smiled. “Let me finish. As I  said, today’s Sabrina’s birthday and the aunties agreed to let Sabrina run around with her friends to make up for last year after a family dinner. I was going  to ask you if you wanted to do something after dinner? You know, something not work-rated.”

Prudence smiled; it wasn’t exactly a date, but it was a step in the right direction. “I’d love to. So, what are you doing?” 

Ambrose turned back to the desk. “Not  much. I’m just getting the details of the spell that would break the curse. It’s fairly  straightforward except  for 1 speedbump. Unlike the memory spell, for   this one to work, we need the body that your father and the curse currently share. We need Father Blackwood and except for the 1-time Aunt Z told us about,  no one seen him in months.”

Prudence didn’t know what to say so she just sighed.

 By 7  o’clock that evening, the Spellman household was in chaos. Sabrina, Ambrose, and Hilda were all getting ready to go out for the night. Sabrina left first, Ambrose was going to give Hilda a ride to the bookstore, so  he waited for  her to get her  bag and keys from the  kitchen where Zelda was. Hilda picked up her wallet as she threw a side-look at her older sister.

“Are you sure I  can’t convince you 1 last time to put this off and wait for me?”

Zelda sighed.  They had been fighting about this all day and Zelda was so done with the subject. “Are you going to be late for work?” Zelda asked, annoyed.

Hilda gave an eyeroll  and left with Ambrose. Zelda went to sink and pulled back the curtain to watch the car leave the grounds and headed for town.

“Finally!” Zelda said as she turned to go set up. Zelda laid out a tablecloth of   black lace on the kitchen table. Then she got the plates, silverware and the cake. Next, she  took out the black candles and lit them.  Finished with the table, Zelda went to the cupboard and took out a glass bottle. The afternoon Zelda had gone out to the graveyard and collect dirt from Edward’s grave  in the glass bottle. She now carried  the bottle with her, as Zelda walked around the kitchen, closing  doors and curtains, making sure that the room’s only light source were the candles on the table. Finally, Zelda took a seat at the end of the table, uncorked the bottle and poured the graveyard dirt on the tablecloth. Zelda’s fingers went to work, as if kneeling a fine dough, Zelda formed the dirt in a neat, little circle. Then she pricked her finger with a needle and watched her drop of blood fall into the dirt. With 1 finger, Zelda followed the dirt around and around again and again as she called out, “With the aid of our shared bloodline and the dirt of your final resting place, I call you, Edward Spellman, into this realm, into this house and into this room.”

Zelda heard the whooshing sound and knew she was successful as she wiped her hands with a napkin. She placed a fake smile on her face before Zelda looked up at  her brother. “Hello, Edward.”

“Hello, sister. This is quite a surprise. To what do I owe the invite?”  Edward smiled too and it took all Zelda had not to go to him and slap that smile off his face.

Instead, Zelda said, “It was impossible not to think of you today, as it is Sabrina’s 17th birthday. I didn’t want you to feel  left out. I mean, just because you’re not Sabrina’s father, it didn’t mean you’re not still her dad and as you can  see, I find myself home alone tonight so I was wondering if you would  to share a piece of leftover birthday  cake with me.”

“How nice of you, Zelda. Of  course, I would love a piece of cake.”  Edward sat down at the  table and helped  himself to the cake as Zelda lit up a cigarette.

Zelda watched Edward take a few bites of  the cake before she spoke again. “Oh, silly me! I think I forgot to tell you something. As this is her 1st birthday with her friends  knowing she’s a witch, Sabrina saw no reason why they shouldn’t come to dinner especially since  Ambrose showed up with Prudence. So,  we decided to all  go out to a restaurant and we ate Sabrina’s cake there.”

Edward got confused and put down his fork. “Then, what are you feeding me?”

For the 1st time that evening, Zelda’s smile was genuine. “You remember Mother’s secret recipe for truth cake, don’t you, Edward? One  bite and you  cannot lie.”

“And why are you feeding me truth cake?” Edward was annoyed.

“Because I don’t trust you.” Zelda snapped.

“You’re being absurd!” Edward got up and walked away. “I’ll come back when you’re in a better mood.” Edward tried to leave but he bounced back against  the air  when he tried to go past the kitchen entrance. He  looked down and saw the line of graveyard dirt spilled across the threshold.

“You’re not going anywhere, Edward.” Zelda  said calmly from the table. “Not until I give you leave to go.”

Edward turned back to look at his sister.  “You sound like I’m on trial.”

Zelda shrugged. “Perhaps you are, Edward, perhaps you are.”

Edward walked back to the table and reclaimed his seat. “I get it, you’re still upset that I  never told you that Sabrina  is the dark   lord’s child.”

Zelda laughed shortly. “Oh no. We are way past that, Edward.” Zelda produced the ripped page and slid it across the table so Edward could see it. “Do you recognize this?”

Edward immediately whitened. “Where did  you get that?” He whispered.

“From Lucifer himself.”

“So, you’re  back worshipping the dark lord, sister?”

“No. I’m only working for him temporarily and stop changing the subject!  How dare you pay  for   your happiness in the past by dooming my future!”

“When I made that deal, Faustus was still married to Constance.”

Zelda tilted her head.  “That might be a true statement, but it is just still an excuse. You know the dark lord would not accept a deal that is unlikely to come true.”

“Sister, you are overreacting. This does even concern you.”

Zelda’s jaw dropped. “You put  a curse on my marriage and now you have the nerve to say it doesn’t concern me?”

“Yes! It says the insanity curse affects   Faustus, and only Faustus!”

“Yes, but when he suffers from the insanity curse, Faustus wants your bloodline gone. Every one of  us dead!”

“Wait, what?!”

“Edward Spellman! You, who were a high priest and a headmaster, made the rookie mistake of putting a curse in affect when you didn’t know what the curse includes?”

Edward was silent and Zelda felt her blood boiling.

“Of all the stupid, irresponsible things for you to do!”

“Are you questioning me, sister?”

“Yes, I am! Edward, because of your carelessness, everyone was put in danger. My husband, the family, the coven even my child!”

“This has nothing  to do with Sabrina!” Edward insisted.

“I’m glad to hear that but I wasn’t talking about her,” For the 1st time since her brother was summoned, Zelda stood up and unbuttoned her blazer, showing her growing bump. “I was speaking of my baby.”

Edward looked shocked. “Oh no! You’re still pregnant!”

Now it was Zelda’s turn to be shocked. “Excuse me? Still?”

“I had thought that you being shot would have taken care of that problem!”

Zelda back away, furious and barely believing that this  was her brother talking. “My  baby is not a problem! Why did do this? Why did you damn Faustus?”

“I was trying to protect  you.” Edward explained.

“Protect me,” Zelda repeated with a sneer, “from the man who loves me?  Besides, you were truly trying to protect me, you should have tried to warn me. You know, before the wedding.”

“I did try to warn you.” Edward stressed.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she witnessed Edward eating the truth cake, Zelda would swear her brother was lying. “How?” She demanded, “because I surely would have remembered that conversation!”

“I tried to scare you away from him,” Edward explained. “By moving up the curse.”

Zelda sat again, her mind spinning. “Moving up the  curse?! So, when did it actually start?”

“Right after  Constance died.” Edward said,  very matter of fact.

“Of course,” Zelda said more to herself than to her brother. “It all makes sense now. His super sexist attitude, his cruelly to  Prudence over not recognizing  her. Oh,  Hecate, the anti-pope! Faustus is as innocent as Ambrose!” Before the tears could come, Zelda  looked at Edward. “Why did you do this? When his only true crime was loving me?!”

“You keep saying that. How can you be sure  he loves you?”

“While I was trying to discover your secrets, I discovered Faustus’s journals and I discovered many things I never knew and how many lies  you’re told Hilda and me. After I found my brother cursed my husband, I didn’t know what to believe so the family  helped me performed a memory spell and let’s just my opinions about him and you have changed.” 

Edward waved a hand dismissingly. “Faustus Blackwood is a dangerous  man. His parents really screwed him up. The  man is broken, Zelda and not a fit husband for my sister.”

Zelda crossed her arms. “What are you saying, Edward?  That only people with happy childhood deserves happy adulthoods? No, there’s something more here, something you’re not telling me.”

Edward shook  his head, but said, “Yes, you’re right.”

Zelda sat back,  crossed her arms and waited for the truth cake to  do its work.

“You want the truth? Fine, the truth is I never wanted you and Faustus to marry, not ever. I never wanted him to join this family. That way, I could remain the Spellman family’s only star!”

Zelda raised an eyebrow. It was clear just by looking at him that Edward wanted to stop; but the truth cake wouldn’t let  him.

“If you did perform a memory spell, then you already know that he asked for your hand properly twice and twice I refused him. The  fear I had that he would turn into Lord Liam was only partially true and my favorite excuse.   The main reason I kept refusing him was because I knew he loved you, truly loved you and if I could keep him heartbroken and miserable, I knew he wouldn’t focus on his work that much and that made my rise to   power so much easier. Faustus was my mentor, he taught me everything I know. He could have easily been high priest before me. Yet, he wasn’t obsessed with power. He was obsessed with you. It was just a happy accident that the woman he  loved was my sister. Mine to give and mine to take away. When the dark lord asked  me to condemn a marriage so I could have Diana, it was a no-brainer.” 

The room fell silent. Edward had finished explaining  but Zelda couldn’t find her  voice. Suddenly, all she could think of was a long-ago memory of her own. It was of her mother warning both her and Hilda to never to  use the truth cake recipe unless you knew for sure you wanted to know the truth. Zelda never got that, until now. Zelda glared at the man across the table. She no longer saw the boy she grew up with up  or the brother she was so proud of. It was as if she was seeing Edward for the 1st time and oddly, he was resembling the spoiled, selfish brat Faustus wrote about in his journals.

Zelda leaned in. “First of all, Edward, I may be your sister, but I have never belonged to anyone but myself and secondly, you sound  more like Lord Liam than  Faustus ever have!”  

Edward shook his head. “Zelda, you should’ve never married him! The  way he used to look at you-“

“I remember that, and I remembering liking the way he looked at me.” Zelda told her brother. 

“You shouldn’t be blaming me. You should be thanking me.”

Zelda made a face. “Thanking you?”

“Yes. You didn’t marry Faustus for love, but for power. Power you now have because of the curse.”

Zelda stood up. “Are you daft, Edward?! Yes, I wanted power, but not at this price. I never wanted this All the pain, madness, bloodshed and death are on your head!”

“You don’t want power? Maybe that’s for the best because you’re a bad high priestess!”

“Excuse me?”

“Let’s face it, Zelda,” Edward said. “Your coven was weak and dying before I showed up to show you the way.”

Zelda could barely  believe what she was hearing. “I did not ask to be shot and I remember I piecing together Hecate’s moon cycle by  myself. All you did was  show me memories that   I don’t even trust!  The 1st memory you showed me was  just to show Faustus as a jerk, which is not even true!”

“Why  are you defending Faustus?” Edward asked.

“Because I love him!”

Edward laughed. “Now, who’s lying, Sister?”

Zelda stood up, walked  near to her brother, took  a fork to cut a slice of cake and ate it. 

“I do love  Faustus Blackwood!” Zelda declared after swallowing her piece of truth cake. “I’ve been in denial about it for years, decades, perhaps even centuries. That’s what being a woman raised in the church of night does to you. It makes you afraid to admit to any type of emotion for fear of being judged as weak.  My only regret is that took your damned curse, his journals and some very painful to  watch memories for me to finally admit it and I swear Edward,  I will get my husband  back. I don’t what I have to do or how long it takes, I will free Faustus from this curse.”

“Ha!” Edward sneered. “You can’t. That’s the 1 thing Lucifer told me is that this curse takes over. Faustus is already gone.”

Zelda shook her head. “You’re wrong. Faustus is fighting the curse, struggling within himself. He has already saved me from the curse, twice. Once when I was alone and then he  saved the entire family.”

Edward rolled his eyes. “Are we done? Hearing about Blackwood as a romantic hero is rather boring.”

Zelda really didn’t care for his tone. “No, I have 2 important questions for you then you can go. First, did Faustus kill you and Diana?”

Zelda didn’t even  blink as her brother answered. “No, it really was engine trouble. Anything else is pure gossip.”

His sister felt intense relief as she went on. “Hilda is engaged. Is her marriage curse too or was that just for me?”

“Hilda will  be fine. True is I never expected her to marry. I did know if Constance ever died, Faustus would be all over you like a cheap suit. Actually, he was all over you before she died.”

Zelda now had all the information she  needed and thank Hecate for that! She couldn’t stand being in her brother’s presence for 1 more moment. “Goodbye, Edward.”

“What? That’s it?” Edward asked, as if he forgot he  just asked to be dismissed 2 minutes ago. “No, thank you brother? I wish to see you again  soon?”

“Edward,” Zelda sighed and said slowly,  “You’re my brother and I’m always going to love and mourn for the boy we lost. But I never be able to trust you and right  now, I don’t know if I’ll want to see you again.”

“Zelda-“

Yet his sister didn’t want to hear it.  Zelda  blew out all the candles and her  brother  vanished. Zelda sat in the dark trying to absorb all the new information. Then she cleaned  up  the kitchen, locked the front door and went to  bed.

 “Elizabeth I ruled England from 1558 to 1603. She never married or  had children, yet her reign was one of the greatest in all of history and truly was known as a golden age.” Mary Wardwell told her 5th period history class at Baxter High. Sabrina usually liked history, it never ceased to amaze her how many historical figures were actually  witches  but today she found it hard to  concentrate. Her birthday was a blast. It was great to have everyone at dinner and then had a stress-free night out with her friends. Sunday was another story. When she came down for  breakfast, she heard Hilda and Ambrose arguing about Ambrose invading Zelda’s privacy. That’s how Sabrina  learned that Zelda had summoned Edward to learn more about the curse. Ambrose had somehow known  about this and had hidden a phone in the kitchen, recording the entire conversation. Despite her scolding, Hilda listened to the recording  intensely as the  kids were. Somethings that Edward said were shocking,  as was Zelda’s  declaration of love. The 3 didn’t need to worry about Zelda catching  them as she spent most of the day in bed. Not that Sabrina could blame her. After a night of shifting though Father Blackwood’s most heart stirring memories, followed immediately by a showdown with your unapologizing brother the very next night must have exhausted the witch who was getting more pregnant by the day. Sabrina sighed, looked out the window and froze. There he was, about  15 feet away from the school, Father  Blackwood!

“I’LL KILL YOU, DAN!”

“NOT IF I KILLL  YOU FIRST!”

The fuss in the hallway stopped Ms. Wardwell’s lecture and Sabrina  looked away from the window for a moment but when she looked back, he was gone. Meanwhile, the noise in the hallway grew louder and louder. More and more fights broke out, with both students  and teachers involved and no knew why. 911 was called and soon Sabrina found herself outside in front of the school, being  hugged by both of her aunts.

“Are you alright, my little lamb?”

“I’m fine, Aunt Hilda,” Sabrina reassured her before turning to her other aunt. “Aunt Z, I saw Father Blackwood.”

“What? When?”

“I was sitting in class, right before all this happened, I looked out the window and I saw him, if only for a spilt second.”

“What’s going on here?” asked an unknown voice. Zelda turned her head to see a woman  beside her. This  woman wore a long,  black trench coat on a top of a light navy business suit. Her  hair was long, curly and so red it looked almost orange. She wore a sliver chain around her neck that held a diamond encrusted letter E.

Zelda blinked. “Excuse me, do we know you?”

“I don’t think so,” the stranger answered. “My name’s Gloria, Gloria Rose. I’m a reporter for the Greendale Gazette and I just trying to get some facts. What about you, young lady? Do you know what is happening?” She spoke with a thick but regal British accent.

Sabrina shrugged. “Not really. Everything was perfectly normal then the yelling started, and then really  bad physical  fights broke out, all out of nowhere.”

“Hmm, that sounds a lot like what happened at the elementary   school a few months back,” Hilda said. “Remember Zelds?”

“Do you think there may be a connection, Ms. Rose?” Zelda once again turned to the reporter, but  she had already  disappeared.

 The woman known as Gloria Rose to some, groaned as soon as she opened the  door and saw her house in a messy state of  decay.  She shut the door, took her coat off and just opened the fridge when she  heard a voice.

“Agatha,  is that you? Get me a water!”

She sighed before she grabbed a bottle of water before she walked into the living room. There she saw that Blackwood was lounging  on the couch, watching some daytime tv show.

Pathetic, she thought.

“Well, I know you’re back there,” Blackwood said.  “The water, give it to me!”

She unscrewed the cap, turned the bottle upside down and emptied all the water on Blackwood.

“Hey!” He jumped up and finally  looked at  the woman he was talking to. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Yes, it’s me.” She said    with mock cheerfulness.   “and you’re finally off your ass! Why were you at Baxter High today?”

“I wasn’t”

“Don’t lie to me!” She snapped.   “I just came from there and   surprise, surprise, it was just like the elementary   school and you promised me you would leave innocent children out of this.”

“Mortals are never innocent.” Blackwood  muttered.

“I took you  in last spring because I felt sorry  for the 3 children you had in tow. It’s now November 3rd.  In all the months in between you and your little ball of evil have nothing but attack  2 school for no  reason!”

“My little ball of  evil? It’s called the Eldritich terrors and I would have killed all the Spellmans long ago if my other self stopped me every time.”

“I don’t care. I don’t know the Spellmans, I have no reason to see them hurt. I do care about the promises you made to me. When was the last time you were down in the mines?”

“The mines?”

“Yes, the mines,” she said slowly, as if she was speaking to a small child. “Down in the mines are the gates  of  hell. You know, hell where Lucifer had kidnapped my men, yet again. I swear, talking to you is like talking to a wall!”

“How dare you, a witch, talk to me, a warlock like that! And you’re a half-breed at that!”

The woman glared at him before she took 3 steps forward before she calmly said 1 word, “Bow.”

“Ha!” Blackwood had no intention of doing  so, of course, but as soon as she said the word, Blackwood felt a tingling in his legs and  before he knew what happened, he was on his knees.

“It’s the darndest  thing. Lucifer has been stealing my advisors for so long that I decided to build a house  here in Greendale. I made sure it was built on English soil and the building materials are all from England. The mere fact that I can   have you  on your knees in 1 word  should prove to you that I’m no ordinary woman. That I’m no ordinary witch!” She said. “I blame myself. I made you to comfortable here, you’ve gotten too familiar with my person. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

She put a  hand under his chin and lifted his head, forcing him to look at  her. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

She let him get up then she started  to walk away. “You have 5 days to do something.”

During the next 5 days, the Spellmans tried everything they could think of to find Blackwood. Prudence tried the blood spell that Mambo Marie taught her but all that came of it was to show that he was still in Greendale. On day 3, Zelda  had an appointment with Lilith, so Zelda went to hell, but she was unaware that Gloria Rose was watching her enter the gates of hell from the shadows. After attending to Lilith, Zelda tried to get Lucifer to tell her where Faustus was, but he wouldn’t and  even threatened to hurt the other Spellmans if Zelda didn’t continue as Lilith’s midwife. By Friday, everyone was in Zelda’s office.

“I have the spell down pat, aunt Z,” Ambrose  said, “but to even start, we need Father Blackwood.”

“I may be able  to help with that.” The whole gang looked up to see Gloria  Rose standing in the doorway.

“You’re that reporter we met at Baxter high a few days ago,” Sabrina recalled. “What  are you doing here?”

“I’m not a reporter, child, and I’ve never had been. I only pretend to be from time to time because Blackwood  never tells me what he’s planning.”

“So, you know where Blackwood is?” Asked Ambrose.

Gloria nodded.  “Sure. I took him in  last spring. I mostly felt sorry for the children he had with  him.”

“Agatha and   the twins. Are they okay?” Prudence asked.

“They’re all fine. I  would never let him hurt them.” Gloria said with great compassion before turning towards Zelda  and Hilda. “Anyway, Blackwood made promises to me. Promises that he never delivered on. So, you want him, for some reason  and I don’t. So, I say it’s time to make a deal.” 

“A  deal?” Asked Hilda.

Gloria shrugged. “I already said that Blackwood reneged on his  promises, things I still need help with.”

“Like what,  exactly?” Zelda asked.

“Funny, you asked. I saw you go into hell the night before last and that’s all I need, for someone  to sneak me into hell. I would do  it myself, but Lucifer had kidnapped my men so often I’m on the top of his wanted  list.”

“You’ll have to wait. As  Lilith’s midwife, I only see  her once a month.”

“Fine.”

Ambrose frowned. “If you can be so disloyal to Blackwood and how do we make sure  you’ll be loyal to us?”

“Dear boy, my only loyalty is to my men and  my empire. Do you know that old English oak tree in the Greendale Woods?”

“Yes.”

“Meet me there tomorrow at 2 and I’ll give you Blackwood.”

 “We’ll be there.” Zelda assured her and Gloria left.

“Do you trust you her, Aunt Z?” Sabrina asked.

“Not really  but we’re out of options, and I don’t want Faustus at the curse’s mercy 1 more second more than  necessary.”

 The next afternoon, all the Spellmans found themselves in the woods.

“She’s late,” Ambrose muttered. “She’s not coming.”

“Oh,   ye of little faith.” Gloria came out from behind the old English oak, seemingly out of nowhere. “5 minutes late and I’m not coming? You     children need to learn to trust.”

“Why should we trust you? My father is not here with you.” Said Prudence, backing up Ambrose.

“I never say I would be bringing Blackwood with me. I said I would give you Blackwood and you should trust me because I’m the only witch in all the realms who    can do this.” Gloria turned around, grabbed her E necklace, and closes her eyes. “Winds of England, ancient and new, bring here all the faces they knew. Oak roots big and  strong, tie down Faustus Blackwood so their spell won’t go wrong.” The wind picked up as soon as the spell began. Soon, yelling could be heard, and the wind pushed Agatha and the twins into view. Prudence and Sabrina grabbed them and teleported to the academy then came back. 

“Maybe you go too.” Hilda softly suggested to her sister.

Zelda shook her head. “No way! You may have convinced me to hang back during the spell,  but I am not leaving here without Faustus!”

Speaking of which, Blackwood, carried on the wind, came into view, and slammed him hard onto the ground in front of the oak tree and the roots grew and tied his arms  down so he couldn’t move.

“Traitor!” He hissed when he saw Gloria leaning against the tree and smiled down at him.

“Well, my work here is done.” Gloria started  to walk away but then Zelda stopped her.

“Thank you for doing this. It means so much to me.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll be in touch about going to hell.”

Gloria walked away as Ambrose, Sabrina, Prudence and Hilda formed a circle around Blackwood’s body and joined hands while Zelda sat on a tree stump nearby, watching intensely.

“Spellmans!” hissed Blackwood.

“Ignore him.” Ambrose advised. “Just close your eyes and focus on the spell.” Ambrose said as  he did the same.  “Insanity above, real  man below, we forgive  what we now know. Be it signed by the moon or the sun, now let the curse be undone!”

Nothing happened except that Blackwood was slowly getting himself   loose from the roots.

Ambrose tried the spell  again and still nothing. “It’s not working.”

“Look!” Prudence pointed to where her father’s  nose was bleeding. “Something is happening. Let’s try again.”

As they did, Zelda pleaded. “Please Faustus, return to me!”

As the 3rd attempt wound down, Blackwood freed  himself but before he could stand up, a  bright white light surrounding him. The Spellmans all jumped back. When the light bubble died away, there was no longer 1 Faustus Blackwood…there were 2. They were 15 feet apart. 1 was well-groomed and complete with his signature cane, the other only wore a leather jacket over rags. They seemed both dazed and they were both looking around.

“Spellmans!” The ragged one  hissed and walked toward them but was tackled  by the well-groomed one.

“You!” growled the well-groomed one and started to punch the man under  him. “Who’s the weak one  now? Hmm? “Who’s the weak one  now?” Faustus started to fade away, as if he was going teleport.

“Faustus!” Zelda ran to him and took hold  of him before they teleported together. A moment later, Zelda and Faustus were seated in hell’s dining hall with Lucifer. 

Lucifer smiled smugly at Zelda. “You broke the spell! A lot sooner than expected.”

“This has   nothing to do with you!”

“On the contrary, Lilith gave the mark of Cain to the other Blackwood, so I’ll just take this back.”   Lucifer just waved his hand over Faustus’s wrist and the mark was gone.

“I have 2 requests.” Faustus finally spoke. “I wish to be placed under house arrest.”

“Fine,” Lucifer said.  “Husband and wife should be together, so you’ll be grounded to the Spellman house.”

“No! Not there! Anywhere  but  there!”

His wife turned to him. “Faustus!”

“I’m sorry, Zelda.  I don’t want to   hurt anyone anymore and I don’t trust  myself. Especially not with you and our baby, dearest. I need to be alone, completely  alone.”

“Well, that’s not going  to happen.” Lucifer muttered, bored. “What else do you want?”

“Take my magic.”

“All of it?” Zelda asked.

“Yes. I can’t hurt people with power I no longer have.”

“Done.” Lucifer snapped  his fingers and Zelda found herself at home.  Sitting on the stairway in the front parlor. Faustus  was beside her,  rocking himself and crying. It unsettled Zelda, in all their years together, she had never seen him cry, but that didn’t stop her from putting an arm around him and rocking with him. “Shhh, it’s okay. We’re together now.”

[denqis]

bruises ㅡ kaminari denki x reader

summary: the reader gets abused by her dad, whose quirk is mind-reading and who's utterly obsessed with keeping her only for herself.

warning: graphic discrisption of domestic violence and abuse ; cursing ; angst ; fluff

word count: 1622

"hey, y/n, wanna join us at the karaoke bar?"

mina shot you a smile, but it faded quickly, when you just walked past her, head down and earphones plugged in.

a sigh left the girls lips. what was wrong with you?

the whole class had gotten a lot closer ever since moving to the dorms, you noticed that too. you would love to join them, wherever really.

but you couldn't. your dad would have your head in no time if you wouldn't come home right after school.

he doesn't let you go anywhere, let alone move out of the flat.

t-10 minutes

"y/n, hey. wait up! whatcha listening to?"

you stopped in your tracks, kaminari suddenly appearing in front of you. you stared at the blonde, his golden eyes sparkling.

"who cares."

you retort, before quickly stepping away.

"i obviously do. i just asked. come on, loosen up a little. i'm your classmate not some random stranger."

his hand slowly lifted up, moving towards your ear.

your heart rate sped up, vision going blurry and dark.

"don't!"

you yelled out, arms flying up to shield your face.

you trembled, as his arm fell along with his smile.

"y/n.."

he breathed, catching a tiny glimpse of your bruised, scarred arms.

"i-i have to go."

t-7 minutes

you sped up, soon bursting into tears as you took a left, reaching your flat completely out of breath.

you wiped your tears and straightened your blazer, face wiped clean from emotions.

"you're late."

his empty voice called, your lock screen confirmed his statement.

t+3 minutes

"i-i'm sorry. i forgot something at school, so i had to go back."

you lied, feeling dizzy. you knew he'd know the truth in a few seconds. and that he would punish you, not for lying but for...

"you talked to a boy again, huh? how many times do i have to tell you?! are you that dense? no talking to boys, no wasting time, no sleeping around."

"i'm not-"

you couldn't even finish your sentence before his fist hit your cheek, a pulsating pain shooting through your whole skull. you could feel blood trickling down your face.

"shut up, i can almost smell his stench on you! you're a little slut aren't you? but with that bruised little face of yours no boy will want you. you know what to do."

he instructed, you nodded, before walking into the kitchen and getting out a mallet, letting it smash down onto your left arm. you were used to the pain by now, it didn't sting anymore.

"that's a good girl. and no stopping until i say so, got it?"

a lifeless nod followed his instruction.

'kaminari...'

your mind flew to his smile and eyes, his laugh that made even your darkest days brighter.

"think about this boy again and i'll make you pay. my little girl belongs to only me."

he took the mallet from your hands, turned you towards him and slapped you across your face, once, twice. after the sixth time you fell to the floor, shaking and spitting blood. the salty and metallic taste in your mouth making you sick.

"what was his name again? kaminari? how about we remind you of how much hurt he's caused you?"

"n-no. dad please. i'm sorry, i'll never think about him again. i'll be good, i promise."

blood, snot and tears ran down your face, but you knew it was no use.

"give me your arm. now."

you shakily lifted your limb, seeing the blade flash once, before penetrating your skin.

"be good at school. and don't even think about covering your arm. if you do, you'll regret it. since you were such a brat yesterday, you'll be home 5 minutes after class ends. understand?"

he knew you wouldn't be able to make it in 5 minutes. he didn't care. he also didn't care that you'd get scolded for not wearing your school blazer and he knew that the swelling, cuts and bruises from yesterday would cause worry. 

"good morning class, y/n where is your blazer?"

aizawa asked, eyes piercing through you. the whole class turned to you, gasping at the way you looked. it wasn't unusual for you to have bruises, you had always just brushed them off as battle wounds from kickboxing. but today you looked extra beat up.

"i forgot it at home, i'm sorry."

you stood up and bowed, arms behind your back, showing the backs of forearms to the person behind you, who, unfortunately, was the denki kaminari himself.

the carved, bloody letters that spelled out his name on your arm made him feel sick to his stomach.

once you took your seat again, his hand laid down on your shoulder.

"y/n what's all this about?"

your head began spinning, his hand felt like fire on your body. you longed for his touch, but your whole mind and body ached from your dad's abuse.

"answer me, damn it!"

he suddenly yelped, voice full of desperation, turning all the attention on the two of you.

"y/n, please. answer me.. why? why did you-"

your head hung low, body shaking, tears streaming down your face. you were helpless. you wanted to tell him, hug him and confess just what you really felt, but you couldn't. your dad would kill you.

"fine, don't talk to me at all then. fucking weirdo."

it felt as though a dagger had pierced through your heart and was now being twisted around. the blurry veil in front of your eyes grew thicker and soon you couldn't see anything. your breathing grew erratic, as your constantly forcefully suppressed whimpers and sobs grew louder and louder. your mind was raging, your skull felt like it was going to explode.

"y/n, come with me."

aizawa spoke, as he helped you from your seat, supporting your body that was violently shaken by tremors.

"we're going to help you. we're going to get you out of there, okay? kaminari is just as worried as all of us, if not more."

you looked up at him, his heart sank. never had he seen such a broken soul.

"i'm so sorry. we let this go on for too long."

"my dad.. he will kill me. i love kaminari, i love him so much. he's the only reason i hold on, but now that he hates me, i don't have a reason to stay alive."

you finally spoke, voice quiet and coarse.

"your dad won't do shit, y/n! i'll kill him if he ever lays a single finger on you again."

your head turned to the classroom door, that stood open and showed everyone, faces warped in anger and sadness.

"t-thank you, bakugo.."

you mumbled, he wasn't there with them. of course he wasn't. why would he try and help a weirdo.

you tried to stand up, but your legs failed you. you felt weak and dizzy.

"mr. aizawa, i don't feel too well. i think-"

you had gone days without food, only water found its way into your system every now and again. even your quirk was severely affected.

you thought you saw his blonde hair appear before your face, but before you knew, everything went black.

"her cheek bone is broken, she has several bruises, cuts and scars all over her body, she's malnourished. god what did this man do to his own daughter? he should be locked up."

recovery girl's voice slowly seeped into your consciousness, along with a strong grip around your hand.

"i think she's waking up!"

your heart skipped a beat, the electrocardiogram attached to you exposing your true feelings. he was here, by your side.

"k-kami-"

you tried to speak, but he interrupted you immediately.

"it's denki to you."

your heavy lids lifted, feasting upon his face and smug grin, trying to cover up the deep worry in his eyes.

"denki.."

you were about to sit up, when he leaned down to your bandaged face.

"you know, i just changed my mind. i think i'd prefer you calling me your boyfriend."

your heart raced, was he being serious?

"woah there, calm down. your poor heart. so that's the effect i have on you, huh? good to know."

he giggled, before softly lifting his hand to your face.

"i won't hurt you, i promise."

he purred, before carefully caressing your face, the thumb on his other hand starting to draw circles onto the back of your hand.

"damn, i really wanna kiss you right about now."

that's when your dad's words echoed in your mind

you're a little slut ... with that bruised little face of yours no boy will want you ... how about we remind you of how much hurt he's caused you ...

he was wrong, denki wanted you, no matter what.

"you're crying again? stop it, i can't stand seeing you cry."

his fingers wiped your tears slowly and carefully as he smiled down at you.

"about that kiss.."

you began, his face lighting up, leaning in once again.

"i'll take it slow, don't worry."

"young kaminari! get out right now, the poor girl is close to a heart attack because of you. only i am allowed to kiss people in this room. now, go and next time you visit, bring her flowers, it looks so empty and cold in here without them."

recovery girl ushered the blonde out of the room, before turning to you.

"people who go through a lot, get to call dibs on the best men. that one's a keeper, you better prepare yourself to get spoilt rotten."

she laughed and returned to her work, leaving you a blushing mess, electrocardiograph about to explode.

[rosepetals-flyingbirds]

Alluring. (2/?)

With: Detective!Bucky x Witch!Reader.

Word Count: 1,423.

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Also, the man mentioned in that chapter isn't Bucky, you can picture whoever you want to.

Mutt/stray/rescued baby’s gif because dogs aren't only the ones with "breed" or "pedigree" as so many ignorants think. All animals are animals despise appearances. So adopt and let's make a world a better place.

Yasmin was always the giggly one, the charismatic. And with the passing of the years, she started to date around, no one knew if she ever placed a spell on the men, or if it was only her charm and beauty.

But when she was 17 she picked her stuff and ran away with the boyfriend of the time.

Years passed and she kept sending a postcard each month to let you aware where she was. And you missed her terribly. 

Your town was charming in its own way but people were too rude.

It made three years since she left. And life kept normal.

You were accompanying your aunts while they bought stuff around town, when a dog ran by you with an apple on his mouth, the street had a taller part so when the dog looked around and placed the apple on the floor so he could catch his breath, someone yelled. "Duke!"

The apple rolled down the street and only stopped on your feet, then the dog sprinted to you and you hadn't time to throw the apple somewhere else before the big baby knocked you down. "Ouch." He completely forgot the fruit as he started to lick your face over and over.

"Y/N!" Aunt Mira and Aunt Bim yelled. "Shu shu boy."

"Ah, okay boy, stop." You begged between laughs, even if the dog was heavy he was still a big baby and just wanted to play.

"Duke! Stop." A man yelled and pulled the dog's collar. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Your aunt came and helped you on your feet. "I'm really sorry for him and all of this, bad boy Duke! Bad boy!"

Aunt Bim helped you on your feet, and you used the sleeve of your sweater to dry dog's drool off your face. It was a heavy knock but you couldn't stop smiling at the dog. "It's okay, really."

"No it isn't, I, is just that I hate to use leashes but I put them in him still but I took the chain off for a sec and he saw an apple in one basket on the floor and just started to play fetch. Of course it's more like he's the one playing me but..." You and your aunts kept looking at the man while he rambled and he apologized one last time before leaving.

"It’s okay." You yelled and the man smiled when he looked at you over his shoulder.

The aunts looked at each other before looking at you and the man again. A mischievous idea being shared by them.

                           ...

Watering the plants in her garden Y/N was making sure everything was alright, that all the plants were growing and healthy.

The aunts were sat at the porch playing cards, they looked at Y/N over and over. Anxious for their little push to work.

"What time is it?" Aunt Mira asked. "It is taking too long."

"Calm down, it's almost there."

Then Y/N stopped the watering and looked around searching for something. She felt a pull and started walking out of the yard.

"Isn't that exciting?" The aunts giggled.

Y/N ran and ran until she reached a house that she hasn't seen before, she saw a dog walking around and then the man she saw earlier that week, she stopped running but kept walking on his way, her heart was jumping and then the tall man started to walk with a big smile on his face. 

When they reached each other the man held her face and landed a kiss on her lips.

It was truly magical, how Y/N Y/L/N was kissing a man that she only saw once.

But after that day everything changed.

Six Years Later.

'Dear Yasmin, today we are celebrating our fifth anniversary, and all I can say is that I'm beyond happy.

Life is good, no witchcraft, no strangers calling me names, it's normal. The normalcy I always wanted.

I have a great house, two beautiful children, a 14th years old dog that even if his eyes aren't working as it used to and even if his fur is sprinkled with white, he's still happy. Everything is perfect.'

And it was perfect indeed.

Till you heard the beetle ticking one night.

It kept appearing out of nowhere and you thought it was something of your mind, but when Duke died of oldness you hoped that was it, that your beloved cupid-dog would be the one the beetle came to.

And it hurt, but him dying of oldness was better than losing Paterson.

You cried, Paterson cried, the girls cried.

Duke was a part of the family, he was loved. He had a burial and everyone spoke words to him, the girls placed his favorite toys and pictures of them above the sheet that covered his body.

But... the noise kept happening, and it was quick.

You didn't hear it more than three times.

And one day, when the kids were in school and Paterson left to work, the tick got louder and quicker. You used the hammer and crowbar to open the wooden floor. "No no. You little shit, come here! You won't take him! I will not die of a broken heart!"

You yelled and kept searching for the bug, his noise was loud and you were almost losing your mind. Until, it stopped and you felt a chill run on your body.

On the other side of the town, your loved husband got hit by a truck whose driver lost control of the pedal. Paterson went flying and it was instant death.

You fell on the floor and started to cry, you searched your phone but couldn't find it duo the mess on the house, until it rang.

It was the local hospital, saying what happened, and you cried.

Cried, and cried.

Years and years avoiding love, and now that you were happy... it ended.

It ended because of a stupid curse. 

When the girls arrived from school you tried to act normal, you didn't had the strength to tell them, so you said their father was late and placed the girls to sleep saying it was all okay.

When they fell asleep, you ran to your aunts' house and started to search the grimy book, the aunts were already up because they felt your arrival a mile away.

"Y/N, honey, I'm sorry." Mira said and Bim nodded.

"No, you two will bring him back. And will do it now." You opened the book in the resurrection part and started to point on it. "Now, right now!"

"Honey you know we can't do that." Bim stated carefully.

Mira agreed with her sister. "Yes and besides you know he won't be-"

"I don't care!" You started to cry. "You took him from me and now he's dead. Bring him back please, please." She sobbed.

Bim squeezed your shoulder and looked back at Mira, it broke their hearts seeing you at your knees crying of a broken heart. "If we do, he won't be himself."

Mira continued. "He'll be something evil and morbid, not your Paterson."

"It wasn't supposed to be like that when we placed you two together we didn't expect for marriage." Bim cut her sister and you widened your eyes at both of them. 

"What?! Placing us together?” You tried to understand their meaning, it could only mean one thing. "It was a spell?"

Mira took a deep breath after Bim's revelation, you didn't have to know. "It was just a little push, you were so sad and then after we met him and his dog in the city we wanted you to be happy, but you got married and had the girls and things went out of hand."

"No, no, no." You stood up. "You two? Blood of my blood? It was a spell?"

"The wanting part but the rest was real, we only pushed you two together for a night, the rest was all you."

"Bring him back, please." You fell on your knees again. "Pleaseee." You sobbed, and when both aunts shook their heads again... you knew it was useless.

You cried out and only went home hours later to see your kids.

The worst part was to have to identify the body in the hospital, your beloved, the one that showed you how to live, how to love.

Everything went in a blur, the house seemed empty without him, your daughters were just as sad as you, and you couldn't keep living there. The house was the bank's property now that Paterson was dead.

Like all the generations after Antonia, you went back to the Y/L/N's house.

Arriving there after the funeral with the girls using black dresses, it was too much like you and Yasmin when your mother died.

An irony.

The aunts came to help with the baggage.

As you settle in the house again, you were clear with the rules. "The girls with have hour to sleep, they will brush their teeth at least 2 times per day and will go to school every day. And most important, my kids won't do magic."

                 ...

Next chapter will have Bucky, I swear.

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The Return-Part 7

Disclaimer: Hey ya’ll sorry about the delay😅 I've been sick the past week and the original part 7 was complete shit. So I decided to re do it😬 Please dont kill me 😂 Anyway as always sucky ass writing and bad grammar and spelling. Part is full of angst (sorry for the inconvenience😂😬) Here’s part 7...

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Arthur POV

In a matter of seconds I caught (y/n) in my arms. I felt horrible about this whole situation. I knew that she never wanted to be in an arranged marriage...she wanted to fall in love. This is why this whole situation killed me. I was the reason my best friend wouldn’t be happy and I couldn't live with that, but I had too. My country and my father needed me, this marriage would secure an alliance with both Frankia and Kattegat, but she would be caught in a situation she wouldn't want and that kills me inside. Holding her close I look towards her father and uncle as to ask for permission to take her to one of their rooms here. “Here, take her to mine... It’s where she's been staying for the past couple of months...” says the dark haired one that was sitting with her earlier. He’s been eyeing me since I walked through the doors and I have a feeling we won't be the best of friends. Not paying much attention to the eery feeling I’m getting, I balance (y/n) in my arms and follow the young prince. Reaching the doors to the room, I make my way inside after him. Walking towards the bed I place her down and then turn towards him. I find him staring at me with what seems like rage and jealousy in his eyes. Why would he be jealous? It’s his sister, he should be glad that she's at least engaged to someone she knows and not some strange old man... 

“Could you perhaps see if one of the thralls could get me a bucket of water and a clean cloth? I want to make sure she's okay and doesn't get a fever.” Without any expression on his face he slams the door on his way out. Turning towards her on the bed, I catch a small strand of her (y/h/c) hair and tuck it away behind her ears. “Im so sorry that you have to go through this... I wish there was another way...” It wasn't until I felt her hands caress my cheeks that I knew she was awake and alright.“Arthur, it is not your fault. Someone has been out to get me since I stepped foot back in Kattegat, if anything you’re my salvation.” The tears in my eyes fell down my cheeks like a waterfall. I embraced her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Whether it was to calm myself or her I could not tell by now. All I knew was that I would do anything to protect her, even if that meant laying down my life for her.

Your POV

My mind still had not processed and grabbed onto the dire state of this situation. Arthur was to be my husband. A younger version of myself could probably not contain her happiness, but now... Now I feel lost and indecisive. On one hand Arthur is the most magnificent person in this world. He’s my best friend and we know each other to our very cores. In the other however is Ivar. The one person besides Arthur that I can really be myself around. However, that what intrigues me about him is his mysterious and eery vibe. Arthur is my comfort and safe space, but Ivar is the unknown. And Im intrigued by the fact that I still haven't figured him out. He truly challenges me and that excites me in every way possible...

“Im sorry, to interrupt you love birds, but if the damsel in distress is finally alright father would like us all to meet in the town square.” Ivar’s voice booms throughout the once quiet bedroom. At the sound of his voice I quickly let go of our embrace and turn towards Ivar with shock in my eyes. Ivar only looked at me for 3 seconds with no emotion in his eyes and left the room. It felt like my heart shattered in that instant. I had hurt him, unintentionally. But, I still hurt him. 

All I could do was stare at the spot where he once stood. Unbeknownst to me, Arthur saw our whole interaction. “It’s him isn't it?” He asked me while looking out towards the window. “Huh?” “He's the one you're in love with right?” At his words I couldn't come up with an excuse. I couldn't deny it, I wouldn't deny it. Not to Arthur, he knew everything about me. And I knew everything about him and the love he always held for me. “He’s your brother (y/n), it will never work. Let alone it is a sin against God.” He voiced to me. “I know... But I cannot get rid of this feeling. Ive tried to let him go, believe me I tried. But, every time that I get close to leaving him behind, he pulls be right back in and I don’t want to leave anymore. I love him...” Tears fell down my cheeks by this moment. I didn't have anyone that I could tell these things to, since Mira was killed. She was usually the one I would be all sappy around, but I couldnt hold it in anymore. Arthur sighed and kneeled in front of me. “Although I may not approve of your choice and wish that it had been me that would receive that kind of love from you once again. I understand and will support you no matter what. Even if that means losing the love of my life.” Arthur places his soft tender lips on my forehead. And with that he grasps my hand in his and we walk towards the door. Neither one of us acknowledging the fact that he just admitted that he was in love with me.

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Bjorn POV

I couldn’t believe it. That piece of scum had destroyed by family once again. Why was it that Aslaug had it out for my sister so much? Staring out towards what once was a place filled with happy memories, I cannot help but let myself breakdown. The tears that Ive held back for years poured out of my eyes. The rejection, the disappointment and the overbearing feeling that I could not protect my sisters once again took over me. “Why! Why is it that you make me suffer this way! Have I not done enough for you! Have I not conquered lands in your name and murdered millions with my sword to earn a place in Valhalla! And for what? For you to come and take my family from me once again!” My sobs couldn't be heard by anyone. But it felt good to finally let out all this anger and sadness that I had been struggling with throughout most of my life. From the cliff I could see a perfect view of Kattegat. Especially the square, where our family and the people of Kattegat were now gathered. My father would announce the marriage of my sister to Arthur. He was a good man, but he wasn't the one for her. She loved Ivar and it was evident. I knew my sister more than anyone on this earth and I knew 100% that they loved each other. What impeded them form being together however was the fact that they were siblings. But in truth they weren't and that was something that I had to tell them...

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As I approach the square I can hear the voice of my father. Booming, and making its way through the square. Out the corner of my eye I could see Torvi making her way towards me. We were playing happy family in front of everyone, but earlier in the week I had asked her for a divorce. I could not be with someone who would hurt my family deliberately, no matter what. “Hey, your father has been looking for you everywhere they're about to announce your sister’s engagement.” She says excitedly. “I know” with that short reply I shake her hands off of my arm and make my way towards my family. (Y/n) is standing beside Arthur sneaking glances over to where Ivar stands, beside Aslaug. I can tell that he is doing his best to ignore her, but you can see the pain in his eyes as well. Aslaug looks as triumphant as ever. A huge smile graces her lips and at that my blood begins to boil. “Bjorn! Over here!” (y/n) calls me over a huge smile on her lips when she sees me walking over. At that I feel myself calm down, my sisters are the only people that could ever achieve to bring me down from the edge. Not even my mother could do so and that is why we have such a special bond and why this hurts me so much. I know that its for her own protection, but the thought of losing (y/n) again is something unfathomable to me. Something that I wish was not a reality, but has sadly become one. “Bjorn, thank you for being here. It truly means a lot to me to be able to depend and count on you. Now more than ever. I hope that the ties between England, Frankia and Kattegat may now be stronger and unwavering.” Arthur says whilst shaking my hand. I respect him, he's a good man that I know will take care of (y/n) and for that I did not oppose this union. “Thank you, as do I Arthur. All I can hope for is that you make my sister happy. And that she will have everything she deserves and desires. Free from persecution from those we call family...” I murmur the last part just so that she can hear what Im implying.

Your POV

Could it be? Were Bjorn’s assumptions true? Could Aslaug truly be the one behind all of this? My father’s announcement of my engagement went by as quick as the breeze. I couldn’t even tell if he had finished or not till I hear the cheering of our people. The wedding was to be held later on in the week, I tried my best to put on a fake smile so that no one knew how I was truly feeling inside. But in truth I was devastated, the fact that I would not only marry someone I wasn't in love with, but the fact I had to flee from my home again was killing me inside. And the mother of the man I loved could have very well been behind it all...

As the people begin to celebrate I murmur to Arthur that I will retire early to my bedchambers. He only nods and gives me a sad smile seemed with a kiss on my forehead. I quickly rush to my room and shut the door behind me. Throwing myself on the bed I scream and let all of my frustration out onto the pillows that hold mine and Ivar’s heads at night. Hugging them close trying to imprint that scent into my memory as hard as I can. I did not notice the dark hooded figure that was behind me and that was my mistake. “(Y/n) Lothbrok... Long time no see” My whole body is drained of its (s/t) colour and that is when I turn around facing the man that haunted my dreams since I was a small child. 

“F..Floki...”

Ivar’s POV

I can't believe that the one person that I have grown to love is now being ripped away from me. This must be a sick joke that Odin is playing with me. It cannot be that when I have become so close to finding true happiness that it is ripped away from me so easily. No! I will not stand for this! Making my way away from the so called “celebrations” I begin to walk towards our room. Before I could prance in and let (y/n) know that we would be running away tonight. My mouth is covered and I am too pulled into another room. Ready to kill whoever has pulled me I begin to reach for my knife. “I swear to Odin, if you try and stab me I will kill you Ivar...” Bjorn says before letting go of me. Before I could scream at him however, Bjorn continues. “Do not scream or talk until I get this out please. And this information that I am about to share with you is very sensitive and is known by only a few members of our family so hush. You understand puppy?” Nodding at him in disbelief, I motion for him to continue. It is then that he proceeds to tell me about how he had met (y/n) and the day that she was born. “That’s all nice Bjorn, but what do I care about the day of our sister’s birth?” I say a bot irritated at the fact that I could've been half way gone by now with (y/n) if he had not pulled me in here. 

“You're gonna care when I tell you that I will no longer stand in your way, or be against you both being together. I see the way you look at each other and its the same way that my parents looked at each other before your mother got in the way.” I roll my eyes at his last remark. “Ivar, I beg you to take (y/n) away as far away from here as possible. Especially away from your mother. She's the one behind all the killings and she is willing to do anything to get (y/n) not only away from here and our family. But if possible out of this world.” Anger rises in me and I begin to shake. “Why is it that my mother is always the one to get shit on. She’s a beautiful woman that would not hurt anyone or anything. The fact that you have gone touch lengths to try and make some story up about she wants (y/n) dead is absurd. But I will entertain your stupid idea, just because I’m curious Bjorn. Now, tell me why is it that my mother wishes to kill our sister?” 

“Because Ivar, (y/n) isn't our sister. She's the priest’s daughter. Our father’s best friend that your mother ordered Floki to kill... Which is why he’s been gone so long. It was a plot to kill the only proof that Vikings and Christians could co-exist. They wanted to make sure that no one would know about the Christian-Viking child and they would do anything to protect that.” After hearing Bjorn out, I knew that there was some truth to what he was saying. My mother and Floki hated the Christian God and would do anything to erase him from the minds of our people. I made my way out the room where Bjorn and I were and made my way to mine. Turning the doorknob I find that the room is locked and rustling and screaming could be heard on the other side. Panicked set in and I tried hurling myself on the door multiple times in order to break it down, but it would budge. 

The real panic set in when the rustling and screaming stopped. For then I knew that I was too late...

[imagine-loki]

Mad Predictions

TITLE: Mad Predictions

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 6

AUTHOR: inspired-snowflace 

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: “A freedom restrained the sun shall invoke, The gift from the plea a mother spoke, Purpose shall be bestowed upon your life, In form of one you should have called wife, A lover presumed dead shall be back, Now shall you truly pay for your attack.”

Ever since the fortune teller had spilt these words, Loki’s life was thrown into a hurricane. He dared to hope that after the attack on New York and the following arrest, things would get better, but these words seemed to point in an opposite direction.

Things would never remain the same, for better or worse.

RATING: Everyone

NOTES/WARNINGS: Mild swearing. Updates earlier on my tumblr!!

RECAP : The reader comes to now of Loki’s attempt to exchange her for the soul stone, which results in her gaining the soul stone’s powers.

The rainbow lights crowded around you and lifted you. You didn’t notice the tears falling from your eyes until they left your cheeks to join the vastness of space. The mixed rainbow colours reflected your feelings inside. Sadness, Bitterness, Betrayed, Disgust and above all, ANGER. You wanted to get back on Loki for doing such a thing to you. Not being able to deal with concoction of emotions, you morphed them all into one strong feeling of hatred and anger. You landed back on Earth at the exact same place that you left. A huge circle, of what you assumed to be runes, glittered on the grass around you in a bright orange, as if making mock of your visit to Vormir.

The scar on your head burned and glowed as such powerful emotions surged through you. You saw Bruce and Thor come out at the sight of you. The worry lines on their faces dissipated and was replaced by relief. But your anger clouded the observant side of you and the display of such emotions went unnoticed.

“Oh, Thank God Y/N!!!! Where have you been?? You were gone for 6 hours now.” Bruce exclaimed.

6 hours? Had it been that long? Well, Thor had once told you that time functioned differently on varied planets. But as of this moment, It didn’t matter.

You turned to look at Bruce and he slightly winced under your hot gaze.

“Lady Y/N!!! You… you… you were Asgardian!!!” Thor was deep in thought while all the memories returned to him.

Not answering either’s remark, you proceeded to ask your own question, “WHERE. IS. HE?”

“Y/N, Who.. who are you talking about? Thor, Is she really Asgardian??” Banner remarked.

You angrily stormed forward causing the grass at your feet to wither and die away. Their smiles of relief faded away when they saw your glowering eyes. They didn’t oblige you with an answer since they knew that whosoever you were targeting was to be saved from your wrath. Otherwise, the second option was painful death.

“I will ask this only once- WHERE. IS. THAT. BASTARD?”

You saw Bruce whispering in his comm.

Something along the lines of- “Uhh… Guys I know we haven’t discussed the protocol of this but now would be a great time to discuss Code Orange. In the living room beside the garden. Over.”

Thor and Banner both exchanged looks before jumping forward to restrain you.

Even with those guys clutching an arm each of yours, you waddled towards the door of the living room. All the while you screamed obscenities that if they were written, the rating would have to be changed to mature. And all the while Bruce and Thor tried to fruitlessly tell you stuff to calm you down. As you opened the door, you saw Tony climb down the stairs in full armour.

“Banner! What the hell is Code Orange? Damn! it is too difficult to take the stairs in full armour.” He screamed.

He paused when he saw you. Then after glancing at your captors, he said “Ohh… JARVIS ? Can you please retract the suit.”

This gesture calmed you down a bit.

“Where the hell is he? Call him and I shall spare you all!!” You screamed, not wanting to lessen your anger at all. But your tears betrayed you, searing your cheeks and falling to the floor. Steve, Nat and Hawkeye came down together in complete battle armour, ready to lunge at their target. They all seemed confused about seeing you restrained and crying.

“Ummm… What just happened?” Hawkeye asked Bruce while sharing an unsure glance at Steve. You were further enraged upon seeing Wanda levitate down, a burst of magic in both hands. For that meant that the only one remaining to appear was Loki.

“Come down you bastard!!! Fight me head on!!! You dare spit on the name of love!! Come down, you damned liar!!!Stop playing cowardice and face your death!!!” you screamed towards the stairs.

“Language.” Steve instructed.

“Oh Steve!! Good you weren’t here earlier. You would have almost dragged your holy ass to hell of you would have heard her loud words.” Tony said and was subject to a typical ‘shut up’ look by Steve.

“Y/N came back from Asgard. Thor says she is Asgardian. Umm… Not sure why she is hell-bent on murder though.” Bruce croaked what he could while holding you restrained.

“Who is the subject of her wrath?” Natasha enquired.

“Loki!! He and Y/N were courting.” Thor said with his eyebrows furrowed as if recollecting your past.

“Ok cool. So why don’t we let Y/N go? I would love to see Y/N punch him in his royal smug face. Media asks-we say ‘oops’. Two- Y/N, bad choice in men. Three- how about you take some anger management classes with Bruce? We cool now? Lets go grab some shawarma.” Tony said.

All of them had closed in on you from all sides. As your anger subsided, they stood around you in a circle. Just as things were about to get better, they hit a new worst. Loki entered.

He strolled into the like he owned the tower. This rekindled your fire of rage. You made an attempt to break free. This sudden move caught the avengers off guard. By the time he stood in front of you , you managed to free your hand. You raised it and turned it slowly, painfully slowly, counter clockwise, causing immense pain to surge through his body. He fell to his knees, screaming from the pain.

“How does that feel huh?? Feels good right?? Now fight me head on!! I will show you why you shouldn’t have messed with me!!!” You screamed, the tears flowing like tap leaks.

When the avengers recovered from their initial shock, they pulled your hand down causing the pain to stop. Yet he stated on his knees. Seeing him like that caused you to weaken. Now you were a bully, just like Thor and his friends, who never bothered to know the reason due to which he did things.

“Let me go.” You said sobbing heavier than before.

Sensing your weakness, the avengers let go. Your knees buckled under you and you mirrored his stance.

You wiped your tears away in an attempt to appear brave. You calmed your voice before speaking.

“Loki. I am willing to forgive you….” His eyes shot upwards in utter disbelief. Tears rained down them.

“Just answer one thing- WHY?” Your voice collapsed and you began to sob again. He continued to sob but didn’t oblige you with an answer.

“This is exactly what it is like when you miss the first fifteen minutes of the movie. You don’t understand the entire movie.” Tony muttered. You looked at him. One look at your face and his funny side disappeared.

“Ok… Listen up, Reindeer games. Since you are especially bad at understanding feelings, Let me tell you this- She is giving you a second chance. Answer her question, and chances are, she might forgive you.”

Loki made no move to explain. He just closed his eyes, faced heaven and muttered, “Oh Valhalla! Please forgive me.”

“Fine!! Then I shall explain!!” you said while sobbing all over again.

“I hail from Asgard. I was the daughter of a noble there. I was smart and got to take part in the royal meetings with my father. There I met him…” You said signalling with your chin at Loki. “We fell in love and started courting, or as we put it, dating. Then, he fell off the bifrost and people assumed he died. I wept and mourned over him EVERY SINGLE DAY. One day, he returned back and I was so happy! He told me to keep it a secret, but I was so happy to see him that I didn’t care! He stayed with me for eighteen days. He then took me to Vormir, where the soul stone lied. The stone requires a sacrifice of someone you love, by throwing them down a cliff. And then….” You touched the scar at the back of your head unable to spell it out. You heard Loki’s sobs getting stronger.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “But he forgot that you are supposed to love the person you throw off the cliff and not the other way around.”

“But y’know some stones are kinder than some humans, or rather gods.” You said spitefully, your anger bubbling up as the main emotion again.

“The soul stone chose to revive me, gave me powers, wipe my memories and send me here. The rest… well you know…. is history.”

Steve lifted you up fragilely as if any moment you would break. Nobody made an attempt to lift Loki, not even Thor, who usually went soft on him. A glance was all that you needed to see that the avengers were staring daggers at Loki. You were pretty sure if their eyes could shoot lasers, Loki would have already died.

“Y/N, let’s go.” Steve said, leading you away from Loki. “Avengers, come along.” Steve said looking over his shoulder.

“Captain. You haven’t given your decision yet. Is he to be killed by a gun to the head or perhaps, be thrown off the tower.” Natasha said venomously.

“Your guns won’t harm him. My hammer will work. Unless, the lady wants to choose your latter option.” Thor said aggressively.

You couldn’t see Loki’s expression but you were pretty sure he would have felt hurt at Thor’s words. Loki had told you he loved Thor.

But he even told you he loved you, didn’t he?

“Let him be. I don’t care anymore. Besides, I heard that you bought Burger King, Tony. I think a celebration is due.” You said trying your best to change the mood along with the subject. Tony took the cue.

“Oh yes!! Guys let’s celebrate the acquisition of Burger King!!!! Y/N, and if you ask nicely I might even give you the recipe of the secret sauce.” Tony said trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes, man of Iron, tell us the recipe of the secret potion!!!!” Thor joined in.

You grinned and looked back at Thor. Your true intention was, however, to have a glance at Loki. He looked at your group with tears continuously streaming down his eyes, shock written all over his face.

“You guys and Burger King’s special sauce. Thank Gosh you bought Burger King, Tony, because they made half of their profits from you guys. ” Natasha said while rolling her eyes but with a playful smile on her face.

“Off to Burger King then!!!” Tony screamed.

“Wait!” You said. You slowly turned towards Tony to build the suspense. “Did you just climb down the stairs when you could have easily flown down with your suit?” You asked while raising an eyebrow just for extra effect. Though with your red eyes and sob lines, you were pretty sure it hadn’t worked. You didn’t want everyone to pity on you, so you decided to be strong.

“Dammit kid! I hate it when you are smarter than me!” Tony said, though his grin betrayed his words.

“Does that mean that you hate it the moment me and you are in the same room?” You quipped. The laughter of your friends echoed, shooing the bad feelings away.

[the-quiet-winds]

Let Me be the Ground Underneath Your Feet

or five times Jane soothed Katherine’s tears, and one time Katherine soothed Jane’s

I.

She hears the sniffles first, coming from Katherine’s room. Quiet, concealed sniffles that Jane obviously isn’t meant to hear, but she does anyway. She makes her way upstairs very slowly, wondering if Kat would hear her and force herself to stop.

“Kat?” Jane quietly calls from beyond the closed door. “It’s mum, love, what’s going on?”

Katherine, somewhat surprisingly, opens the door almost immediately after. She’s clutching that pink teddy bear to her chest, holding it like it might fly away if she dared to lessen her grip.

“What’s wrong, kitty-kat?” Jane asks, catching her chin between two gentle fingers.

Without a word, Katherine shifts her grip on the stuffed toy, and Jane can very clearly see he is missing an ear.

“He got stuck,” she chokes out. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jane murmurs. She runs a reassuring hand down her arm, stopping on her wrist and squeezing gently. “I can put him back together in no time, love.”

That’s when Katherine looks up with those eyes, so young and full of hope. “Really?”

Jane smiles. “Yes.” She tugs on Katherine’s hand. “I’ll show you how to do it.”

II.

After a particularly grueling week, it wasn’t uncommon for all the girls to basically go home and collapse. And this week had been anything but calm, so sleeping was an absolute necessity.

Jane is always the last to sleep and first to rise (except for when Parr pulls all-nighters, which she didn’t on this particular night) and by the time she arrives at her and Katherine’s shared room, her daughter is already sleeping.

Low moonlight infiltrates the room, and is the only thing that pulls Jane’s eyes to Katherine’s cheeks, decorated with starry tears and galaxy marks streaming down her face.

She climbs into bed beside Katherine, brushing gentle fingers against the girl’s cheek to wake her carefully. “Are you alright, honey?” She whispers.

Katherine’s eyes open slowly, finding Jane’s face. Once the face and name and place lock together into one coherent thought, she immediately lunges forward to wrap her arms around Jane’s waist. “I had a bad dream, mama,” she mumbles the explanation into Jane’s sleep shirt.

“It’s okay, love,” Jane says, catching the girl and beginning to rub slow circles up and down her back. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t real.”

Jane feels a few tears cling to the skin of her neck as Katherine gives a tiny half-sob, before settling into the warmth and security of Jane’s embrace, tucking her head under Jane’s chin, giving her mother ample ability to kiss her head, which she did, before whispering, “get some sleep, love. Mama’s got you.”

III.

Katherine had never wished to unread words more than in that particular moment, staring at those particular words on her social media.

They were rude, quite unnecessarily so, and she couldn’t stop looking at them, over and over, on the blazing white screen.

Logically, Katherine knows, the words shouldn’t even matter. One gross and hurtful comment amongst dozens of much kinder ones on a post on her Instagram shouldn’t be having the impact it is, but Katherine can’t help the tears that begin to make their way down her face.

And Jane, because, as Katherine likes to say, she’s caring and notices things and is overall the best mum ever, looks over from the kitchen to see the girl, curled on the couch, sniffling quietly to herself.

“Kitty-kat?” She quietly calls. “What’s wrong, love?”

Katherine doesn’t answer, her eyes fixed on the phone in her trembling hands. Jane sets down the dish towel, drying her hands on her jeans as she quickly crosses into the living room and kneeling in front of the couch where Katherine is curled up. She reaches up and takes the phone, Katherine giving zero resistance to her doing so, and she looks at the screen. Horribly cruel words take up part of the display, and Jane immediately feels anger well in her stomach.

“They’re wrong, love,” she says fiercely, but with that maternal warmth that reminds Katherine of heavy blankets and cups of hot chocolate when it snows. “You’re beautiful, every part of you.” Katherine sniffles and doesn’t respond. Jane takes her hand, then leans up to kiss her cheek. “And who cares what some person on the internet says?” She asks quietly. “They’re probably just jealous, because you, my love,” she accentuates the word with a tap on Katherine’s nose, “are perfect, just the way you are.”

With no regard for the hard floor under the room’s carpet, Katherine pitches herself forward, Jane catching her on instinct as they fall backwards. Jane’s back collides with the floor with a sharp thud, but she pretends it doesn’t hurt as she lets Katherine cry into her shirt.

“It’s alright, lovey, I know it hurts,” Jane whispers. She sketches tiny patterns in and around Katherine’s spine as she cries into her shoulder. “It’s not true. I swear it’s not true.”

Katherine hiccups a sob and buries her face into Jane’s shoulder, the soft material of the sweater tickling her hot cheeks. “Thanks, mama,” she mumbles out.

IV.

The last show of the week, as a whole, had gone just as well as any other show had before. The crowd was engaged, the band on fire, and the girls had a blast, despite their tiredness. It was heading up to the dressing rooms after the show, however, when the trouble started.

Katherine, in her ridiculously high-heeled boot, missed one of the last steps, her foot twisting awkwardly as she tumbled down the stairs.

Aragon catches her before she gets too far, grabbing her beneath the arms to stop her momentum. Katherine bites down harshly on her lip to keep from crying out, which only adds to the pain as it cracks, splits, and starts to bleed. Aragon and Cleves help to carry her up the last of the stairs, Katherine desperately trying to keep tears back.

They bring her to the dressing room, setting her gently down on the couch, and Jane bursts in a few moments later. She hadn’t seen the event happen at all - she had still been on stage talking with Joan about something for her song, when Parr had yelled down the stairs to come quick.

Jane had never made it up to the dressing rooms as fast, and her heart nearly breaks when she sees Katherine on the dressing room couch, trying to hold back tears, blood staining her lips, her foot elevated by a pillow.

“Oh, love,” she murmurs. She moves slowly to grab a towel from the small bathroom, and when she turns around, Katherine is making what Jane calls ‘grabby-hands’, tears finally starting to fall as she silently calls for her mother.

Jane makes no hesitation and crosses the room to Katherine in a moment, kissing her forehead before moving to gently wipe the blood off her lips. After, she helps to get Katherine more comfortable, removing her shoe and helping her prop her foot better.

Katherine lets out a feeble whimper at the movement, but mostly silent tears fall.

“It looks like just a twist, love,” Jane says gently. “You should feel fine in the morning.” With a clean corner of the towel in her hand, she reaches to wipe some of the tear lines cutting down her cheeks.

Without another word or plead, Jane leans forward to kiss Katherine’s forehead, lingering there for several heartbeats before pulling back to look her girl in her red eyes. “You’ll be okay, my brave girl.” She knows those words always make Katherine feel just a little stronger, and there’s a slight adjustment in the jutted lip to show that Katherine reacted in exactly the way Jane wanted.

V.

It unfortunately wasn’t uncommon for Parr to become so consumed in whatever she was working on that she’d forget about things.

That thing is the game of Scrabble she’d promised Katherine to start at exactly two sharp, allowing them plenty of time before the show that night.

But two comes and goes, and there is no Parr.

Katherine still waits.

She sits.

She waits.

Two-thirty comes. Still no Parr.

Katherine hates that she feels stupid tears in her eyes over it. It wasn’t Parr’s fault, she knows that rationally - Parr sometimes forgot to eat when she got hung up in her work.

She’s so intensely staring at the Scrabble board that she barely notices someone settling into the seat across from her, setting a mug of tea down for her to drink, then spelling out the word ‘rotary’ across the middle of the board.

Katherine looks up suddenly, and sees Jane’s face looking at her imploringly, that soft smile on her pale lips. She sips her own tea and waits for Katherine to react. When she doesn’t, Jane reaches over to brush some hairs out of her face, her thumb stroking Katherine’s cheekbone and catching a few tears.

She doesn’t speak, and Katherine is almost thankful for that. Shaking out of her stupor, Katherine looks down at her own tiles and tries to build off of Jane, which she does with ‘totality’.

Jane knows this is going to be a game she loses, but she frankly doesn’t care.

Jane

As the leaves turned to molten gold and the air constantly smelled of bonfire, it wasn’t hard to tell that Jane was falling into a depression.

She’s less smiley, Katherine notices, the affectionate pet names and loving strokes of her fingers are disappearing more and more rapidly.

It hurts Katherine, and she really wishes she could figure out what was behind it. But everytime she asks, all she gets is a slightly stilted, “nothing, love. Mum’s just tired, that’s all.”

About halfway through the month, Jane doesn’t get out of bed.

When Katherine wakes up that morning, she is startled to feel a weight next to her - Jane is almost always up and downstairs bustling around doing a million things at once by the time Katherine wakes up.

But no, there she is, curled up with her back to Katherine, still as a stone.

“Mum?” Katherine tentatively asks, laying a hand on her upper arm. “What is it?” The contact makes the older woman shiver, then begin to shake with more intensity. Surprisingly, Jane turns over, and Katherine sucks in a breath at how devastated her mother looks, all blotchy cheeks and red eyes and stains on skin.

“Mama,” Katherine whispers, hoping to catch her attention, “what’s up?” In a move her Jane so often did to her, Katherine reaches up to smudge some of the clear cut lines from her cheeks. Then she curls up like a cat, tucking herself under Jane’s chin.

It’s then and only then that Jane speaks, her voice shattered and splintered in her throat and barely coming out as more than a whisper.

“It’s his birthday.”

Katherine doesn’t need to ask who ‘he’ is, and just pushes herself closer to Jane. She feels arms wrap around her back, a half-kiss in her hair, then the usually immovable force of strength begin to shake with sobs.

Katherine doesn’t know what to say, never has when Jane talks about Edward, so she just huddles as close as she can, hoping to reassure Jane that she’s there, she’s not going anywhere.

“I love you, mama,” she whispers.

All she gets is a choked half-sob in response, but it’s more than enough to tell Katherine that Jane heard her, that she understood, and most importantly that no floodgate of tears could possibly ever separate them.

[dorotheajanegilmore]

Devil’s Daughter

Previous: 1 , 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

Chapter seven

I had been staying with the Winchester's for just over two weeks now. My purple case looked great against the brown walls of the guest room, really made it feel like home.

The first night I stayed at the bunker (Before visiting parents in NY)

"Sorry it's so plain." Sam has said when he first brought me in here.

I shrugged. "It's much better than my dorm."

He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah I know how ya feel. Stanford."

"NYU." I admitted and he nodded with an impressed face. "Creative writing."

"Law."

I cringed. "Smarty pants."

Instantly an attractive smile broke out across his face and he shook his head, blushing wildly. "No. I never graduated."

"I don't think I will either, at least not yet." I told him truthfully.

"I hope that decision isn't because of us? I know how it feels to have your studies cut short and if I could go back..." Sam paused before he shook his head, laughing at himself. "I actually wouldn't go back."

I laughed at his honestly and shook my head. "No, I've been contemplating dropping out for a while. This whole angels exhausting and paternity testing is just the push I needed."

"Right." Sam wondered over to the bed and sat down beside me. He looked at me with a face of concern. "How are you feeling? Honestly."

"Honestly?" I asked and he nodded. I let out a deep breath, letting my shoulder sink. "I feel...like it's not real. I haven't thought about too deeply or really acknowledged it properly. I know that's not healthy but I just don't know how to accept this. My family life has always been rocky, my mother hates me."

Sam recoiled and pulled an offended face, as if I had just delivered a blow to his stomach. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you." I knew that his situation was difficult at the moment. Dean told me that their mother was trapped in some sort of apocalypse world.

"Don't defend her, I promise. You'll see tomorrow, she hates me." I emphasised it again but he shook his head, not having it. I decided to just continue because there was no way in changing his mind. "So, how did Dean recover so quickly? Those guys tortured him too."

Sam shifted on the bed and adjusted his watch on his wrist. He was clearly uncomfortable the way he was sat because his legs are way longer than mine and even my legs ached. We were both sat criss cross and I couldn't take it any longer.

I moved to sit at the edge of the bed, Sam sighing in relief and copying me as he answered. "Castiel healed him. Dean was supposed to save you from those guys but they ended up injecting and torturing him too. Demons aren't really fond of us, we've made a name for ourselves as hunters and they didn't know he was working with Crowley."

I nodded understandingly. I bit the inside of my cheek as I thought about asking the next question. My curiosity got the better of me and so I asked. "Did you, do you and Dean think I'm evil?"

Sam thought for a moment, before gently taking my smaller hand in his larger one. "I won't lie to you. When Rowena told us that Lucifer had a daughter and we needed her help...I definitely believed you to be evil. I thought that we were gonna find you at a bar murdering people or eating babies." Sam laughed at that last part.

“Why eating babies?" I tilted my head to look at him, confused as to where he'd get that from.

"Because ya'know, Lilith eats babies? At least in mythology and all of my text books-"

As Sam rambled on I looked down at the ground. I had forgot about Lilith being my true mother, I was so busy worrying about the devil I forgot about his first demon.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Sam put a gentle hand on my shoulder and I shook my head.

"It's not your fault, Sam. I just can't believe I'm not a product of Christian and Rose. That Hallie and Alex aren't my blood related siblings. They'll always be my family, regardless of what a test says but I had that I don't have an actual connection to them. I hate that my blood isn't their blood. I hate that my blood is...evil." I sobbed as the word evil left my mouth.

Sam shook his head and wrapped his big arms around me, pulling me into him for a supporting hug. I cried into his red plaid chest as he held me tight. "You're not evil, Elle."

"You don't (hicup) know that!" I shook my head, feeling him hold me tighter. He began to rub his palm up and down my back, as if he was soothing a crying baby.

"No I don't, you're right. But if raising Jack has taught me anything, it's that we can't make quick assumptions."

———

Present day

(Two weeks living in the bunker)

I sat in the library with a book under my nose. Every waking moment of the passed week has been spent reading up on Lucifer, and learning my powers.

So far I have discovered my psionic energy blasts can be used in blasts, streams, waves and bolts to move things, lift and even throw things. Allowing me to hit, push or pull a target, potentially exerting enough force to destroy them. I had also improved my telepathy, I can control when to and when not to listen to thoughts so I could actually focus now.

As I was reading about Lucifer's cage I felt a presence enter the room. I was already on edge from all of the reading, Satan's not a happy guy. Feeling threatened I spotted a pair of scissors on the end of the table and used my new found powers to lift them up and send them at the person watch me.

As I span around, hands glowing red I realised who it was. Dean was stood at the door with wide eyes and hands held up in the air alarmed.

The blade of the scissors, surrounded by red wisps, hovered just inches away from his neck.

"I didn't mean to scare you, little red." He pushed the scissors away with his index finger. They landed in the floor with a snap and I sighed in relief.

"Dean, sorry about that." I felt immediate relief, so happy that it was him and not some creature I had been reading about. I cringed, hoping he wouldn't be to mad at me. "I'm reading about monsters so I'm a bit on edge.

"A bit?" He smirked, amused. He pulled out a seat opposite me at the table and sat down. "Is that why I was nearly executed in my own home?"

I nodded and slid the book over to him. I pointed at a paragraph and he quickly skimmed over it. It said;

The powers of a nephilim would be to great to raise such a creature on earth among mortals. A human woman could never contain a baby nephilim for very long as it could tear them apart. A nephilim will grow at rapid speeds, much faster than a human woman's body could contain. Once born a nephilim will reach adulthood within a matter of hours.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, confirming that the information in front of me was in fact correct. "Jack was born and within twenty minutes he looked like he was twenty years old.

"So how come I have baby photos? Actual picture evidence of me growing through the years. Every birthday party photo shows a year of progression. Am I slow? Am I broken?"

Dean chuckled at my outburst and shook his head. "Elle, there's never been an angel, demon cocktail baby. You're the first. Perhaps Lilith's genes are much slower."

"Or." Came a Scottish voice from the doorway. Rowena stood with a mischievous smile on her face as she danced her way over to the table.

"Perhaps I did a wee spell to aid in your human growth. I was there when Lucifer chose your parents and he made sure that Rose would be strong enough to encapsulate you for nine months, not to raise your relatives eyebrows at a two month unholy pregnancy. The spell made sure that Lucifer's child would grow as a normal human until she reached adulthood, then her powers would slowly blossom. That's why it's important that we found you." She lifted her martini up as if to cheers us before taking a large sip.

"I thought you want me to put him in a cage?" I raised a brow, wondering why she was adding to her story now.

Rowena shrugged. "That’s for the after party. Once we’ve rescued Mary from the apocalypse world, you and Jackie boy can work together to put him in a new cage, a stronger sturdier cage. Come on, had I told you this earlier you would’ve been overwhelmed and scared away. We need you, Red.”

Dean shook his head and pushed the book away. "Damn it, Rowena! Any other information you'd care to share?"

Rowena bit her lip and tapped her finger against her chin in thought. ”Aside from Lucifer wanting Jack and Elle back? No, not that I can think off.”

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