#i just saw the logan and fang art PLEASE

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PATHEA PLEASE GIVE ME EVEN THE SLIGHTEST ARVIO CAMEO IN EVERSHINE I NEED TO SEE HIM IN THE NEW STYLE I WILL GIVE YOU MY LIFE AND MY FIRSTBORN

[delimeful]

Stemming the Tide

writing has been like pulling teeth lately but i managed this little drabble inspired by @smalldrops super gorgeous mermaid art! i went a little off the rails with the plot/tension, but i hope you like it anyhow :P

warnings: fear, capture, mention of starvation, mention of illness, threat of eating people, sad patton hours, everything turns out fine i promise

- Patton had only been looking for a place to rest for the night when he spotted the light. Blue and glowing, a beacon in the dark. 

It was deep waters, the type that he would have avoided if he hadn’t been so desperate to travel quickly. He was risking a lot, down where more vicious predators lurked, but the journey had gone so smoothly, and he was close to finally being home... he’d simply let his guard down. 

It was a mistake to approach the light, one that he didn’t realize until he saw the shadow of something huge move in the water, so large it created small currents with every motion. 

In the next moment, he was swept up in a flurry of bubbles, something cool and leathery wrapping around him and pinning his arms and his satchel to his sides. He caught a glimpse of sharp nails as the light bobbed and swayed above him, and he abruptly realized that it was a giant hand that had grabbed him.  

He couldn’t help but yelp as he was dragged forward, and in the next moment he was feet away from a face large enough to match the hand. A giant mer, Patton realized as he wriggled, tail lashing in panic. The fingers around him only tightened, making him wheeze. In front of him, the mer’s bait light drifted lower, illuminating the both of them. 

The mer was inspecting him with narrowed glowing eyes, bioluminescent freckles to match scattered across his indigo skin. The edges of him seemed to blur into the dark waters around them, but Patton was sure he could see a few serrated fangs poking out past his lips. 

Another hand appeared, webbed fingers carefully brushing over Patton’s shoulders and head as though he couldn’t quite see what he held in his grasp. The smaller mer flinched away automatically, watching those sharp claws as his gills fluttered with the effort of regaining his breath. 

In front of him, the giant mer frowned slightly, ear fins twitching down, and then let out a sigh that ruffled Patton’s hair.  

“You’ll do, I suppose,” he muttered, and began to lift him to his lips, which were parting to display rows of sharp teeth. 

Patton felt a chill run down his spine, and all his frills flared out in alarm. “Wait, wait wait wait wait!”

The mer stilled, and then sighed, pulling his hand back to inspect him once more. “What is it that you have to say, then?” 

Patton blinks, surprised that his calls had actually worked. “Um… Please don’t eat me?” he tried, tail fin twitching nervously. 

The mer pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, brow crinkling, and took a deep breath. “Look here, and see if you don’t understand.” 

He moved his arm back further, and Patton caught sight of his chest, where his skin stretched taut over his ribs, looking near starved. Below that, the mer’s long and winding tail was half-buried beneath a cascade of heavy rocks and silt. The rocky reefs up above were often unstable, so an avalanche was far from impossible. What was more astonishing was the fact that the mer was still so composed, stuck down here for who knew how long.

“There you have it,” the mer said dryly. “Believe me, I would rather avoid eating anything that can plead for mercy, but unfortunately that is not an option right now. I have to eat, or else I will die. Please do not take it personally.” 

He started to lift his hand again, and Patton patted it (heh) hurriedly to get him to stop. “Hang on, there must be another way! See, I need to get this medicine to Roman-- he’s my best friend and he’s terribly sick-- and I traveled through what feels like the whole ocean to get it, I can’t stop now!” He wiggled the arm closest to his satchel in emphasis.

“I don’t see how that’s particularly relevant to me, since I do not know or care for your friend. Regardless, I don’t see any alternative, and I sincerely doubt that you see one.” 

Patton bit his lip. “Look, I think we got off on the wrong fin. I’m Patton! What’s your name?”

“There is no point in exchanging--,” the mer cut himself off at Patton’s pleading stare, sighing through his nose. “You may call me Logan, but pleasantries don’t change the facts of this situation.” 

“Right, of course.” Patton nodded agreeably, forcing himself to relax his shoulders and stop his tail’s panicked swishing. In response, the hand around him eased it’s grip slightly, and Patton took a grateful deep breath. He had to stay calm. His new acquaintance wanted to eat him, yes, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t work something out!

“Well, Logan…,” he thought hard for a moment, and then brightened. “What if I got something else for you to eat? I could even hunt for you until you get your strength back! On the other hand, if you, um, ate me, then you’d still be stuck all alone down here without knowing if you’ll get any help…” 

He could see the other mer take a moment to consider it, fins twitching in thought, before he shook his head slightly. Patton’s heart sank.

“You have a point, however, those odds are all reliant on your participation. If I release you and you don't return at all, I will be left with nothing. If I…,” Logan shifted uncomfortably, “don’t release you, I will at least live a little longer, and perhaps gain the energy to free myself.” 

“I’m not going to leave you here to starve!” Patton immediately replied, frowning at the thought. 

Logan shook his head, grip closing in around Patton again, firmer this time. “I simply can’t be sure of that. You want to survive as badly as I do. You would say anything to be free of me.” 

“I… I don’t have anything to prove it but my word, though,” Patton said, voice growing smaller as panic filled his lungs. He thought about Roman, acres away, growing sicker and sicker as he waited for Patton to return. The other mer would die thinking Patton had abandoned him. He felt like sobbing, and forced himself to speak through the lump in his throat. “Logan, please, I promise I’ll come back.”

Logan turned his face away, avoiding eye contact, and Patton’s frills flattened against the sides of his head despondently. He… he really wasn’t going to get out of this one, was he? 

Rough cloth pressed into his side uncomfortably, and he jerked his head up, struck with an idea. “Oh! Logan!” 

The large mer’s glowing eyes locked back onto him, surprise flitting across his features. 

“The bag-- My bag! Can you just,” he wriggled his shoulders a little, and Logan obligingly loosened his grip enough for Patton to work his arms out, “thank you!” 

With slightly shaky hands, he pulled the strap of his satchel over his head, tugging the precious bag up into his arms and forcing himself to hold it out. “Here. If you manage to escape, then, after you-- after I’m gone, can you, um... Please, can you take this to Roman?” 

He leaned forward, pushing it towards Logan pleadingly. “He doesn't have anyone else, and if he doesn't get it--,” his voice cracked painfully, and he had to pause to collect himself, swallowing thickly.

Logan reached out with his other hand, delicately pinching the strap between two claws and letting the bag settle in his palm. Patton slumped against the hand around him, relieved and desolate in equal measures. 

“Th-- Thank you. Thank you, Logan.” He felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest, knowing what it meant, that Logan had agreed. 

Hopefully, the giant mer would be able to get free. Patton truly believed that Logan would hold up his end of the deal. He was going to die here, but… at least Roman might live. That was better than nothing, right? 

He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for what he knew would happen next. The hand around him moved, lifting him through the water, and… loosened? 

Patton opened his eyes, surprised, and his fins fluttered to keep him upright as the hand fell away entirely. A primal part of his mind screeched for him to bolt, but his curiosity and the knowledge that he needed that medicine kept him treading water in place.

“Fine,” Logan said, rubbing at his temple as though he had a headache. “Fine! We’ll try it your way.” 

Patton blinked, once, twice. Then-- “Really?!”

“Yes, really,” Logan grumped, settling back against the seafloor. “But I am keeping your medicine as collateral, so don’t even contemplate betraying me.”

Patton flipped and twisted a couple of times in the water, too ecstatic to keep still. “I don’t know what collateral means, but I would never leave a r-eel-y good friend like you behind!”

 “Keep up those atrocious puns and I’ll be the one going back on my word,” Logan replied in a monotone, expression flat. Patton muffled a laugh, not threatened in the least, and Logan rolled his eyes. “Proceed with your hunting, already.”

“Okay! Be back soon!” 

“...Okay.” 

[zipstick-writes]

Inktober 2020 Day 8 - Teeth

Virgil woke up slowly, feeling drained and having no recollection of anything that had happened in approximately the last 12 hours.

Damn, he thought, I must be really fucking sleep-deprived.

After a few moments of staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, Virgil sat up. He got out of bed and drew his curtains.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck why is the sun so bright?

He shut them again.

“Ughhh, I need coffee.” He said quietly. Too tired to get changed out of his pyjamas, he put on his black-and-purple-tartan hoodie on top of them. He put the hood up as he knew the others would have the windows open, letting in the way too bright why is it so fucking bright sunlight, in an attempt to shield his eyes.

-

Logan was in the kitchen, smearing some Crofters strawberry jam onto a slice of toast, when Virgil came down the stairs of the shared house. And by god, he looked awful. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in a week, which, while an unhealthy habit, Logan suspected wasn’t too far from the truth. Still, he felt the need to voice his concerns.

“Virgil, are you feeling alright?”

Virgil jumped at the voice, like he didn’t realise Logan was there.

“Yeah.” He responded, sounding very much not alright. “I just need coffee.” He said, stepping into the kitchen. “Where’s the coffee machine again?”

Logan abandoned his toast and led Virgil to the counter where the coffee maker was.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked. “You don’t seem very attentive. Maybe you need something other than coffee, perhaps.”

“Yeah okay, I’ll grab some mints or something.”

“Something other than sugar. Would you like some toast? You can have my slice if you’d like.”

“No thank you,” Virgil responded. “It’s yours anyway.”

“Oh it’s quite alright, I can simply make another slice and you need to eat something. You look like you’re not too far from passing out on the spot.”

Too tired to argue, Virgil accepted the toast and started fumbling with the coffee machine as if he had forgotten how it worked.

“Would you like me to help.”

“Yeah, please.”

Logan made Virgil his cup of coffee and handed it to him. Virgil took it, mumbled what sounded like a ‘thank you’ and stumbled towards the table in the living room. Logan would make sure to check that he’d eaten it later.

-

Virgil sat down at the table in the living room and set the toast down in front of him. He picked it up slowly and took a bite out of it. He chewed for a few seconds before he bit the inside of his cheek, which, while uncomfortable, was usually not this painful.

Whatever, he thought, it’s not like it’ll kill me, I guess. He continued chewing.

Oh shit can I taste blood?

“Logan!” he called into the kitchen. “I bit the inside of my cheek and it’s bleeding!”

Logan came hurrying into the room and set his toast down on the table across from Virgil’s.

“Open your mouth.” Virgil complied and Logan looked inside. Virgil noticed his eyes widening slightly, but didn’t question it. “Yeah, that’s blood. Bite down on this cloth for me,” he passed Virgil a clean white cloth, “and try not to spit, as that may worsen the bleeding.”

“Thanks, Logan.” He said, stuffing the cloth into his mouth. Logan nodded and sat down to eat his toast.

-

Roman came downstairs, sketchbook and bag of art supplies in hand, to work on an art project for school, when he saw Logan and Virgil sitting at the table, Logan munching on a slice of toast while Virgil had a cloth in his mouth. Weird, but Logan didn’t question it. Virgil had his hood up, which wouldn’t be unusual if it weren’t for the fact that he kept trying to pull it further down as if to shield his face with it. Also, he was pale. Like, really fucking pale. He looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in a month.

“Hey Virge, have you slept? You look like shit.”

“Thanks, Roman. Much appreciated.” He quipped, but he sounded so tired that any bite it might’ve been intended to contain was gone.

“Yeah, okay, enough with the sarcasm. You honestly look really tired, you should probably get some sleep. Go take a nap or something.”

“But I just woke up!”

“Well you sure don’t look like it. Go back to sleep.”

“Ugh, fine.” He said finally, grumbling under his breath but still very much audibly about stupid princes and their stupid perfect sleep schedules.

Virgil yawned, and why are his teeth so damn sharp? It looked as if he’d put in some of those fake Halloween vampire fangs, only less cheap plastic and more oh my god are those his actual teeth?

Roman pointedly ignored Virgil's strangely large teeth and went into the kitchen for some cereal.

-

It was two days later, and no-one in the house had seen Virgil.

Patton was beginning to get seriously concerned.

“Roman, when was the last time you saw Virgil?”

“I haven't seen him since I told him to take a nap on Wednesday.”

“Roman, that was two days ago!” He said, beginning to panic. “He hasn’t even come down for coffee! Do you know how unlike Virgil that is?”

“How about we go and see how he is, just to make sure he’s alright? You know how he is, sometimes he’ll shut himself in his room and forget to have food. A bad habit, but undertandable.” Logan reasoned.

“Yeah, but not for two whole days!” Patton exclaimed. “Come on, we gotta check on him right now!”

-

Logan knocked on Virgil’s bedroom door. No response, not even a grumble. Strange, he thought, that is highly unlike Virgil.

“Virgil, are you okay in there, kiddo?” Patton called anxiously. Still no response.

“We’ll come in now if you don’t answer!” Roman added.

Logan opened the door and stepped into Virgil’s room. The curtains were drawn and the lights were off, and Virgil was in bed, asleep. Logan noted idly that he was still wearing his hoodie.

“Virgil, are you feeling all right?” Patton asked worriedly, walking up to the bed. “We haven’t seen you in a couple days.”

No response. I never realised Virgil slept that deeply, Logan thought

“Virgil, buddy, you gonna wake up?”

Patton lightly shook Virgil’s shoulder. This, it seemed, was enough to wake him, up as he rolled oven in bed and yawned.

His teeth are unnaturally sharp, Logan noted.

Virgil sat up in bed.

“That’s gotta be the best sleep I’ve had in years. How long have I been out?”

“Uh, well.. a bit longer than we were expecting you to sleep, but I’m sure it’s fine-“

“Patton, how long did I sleep?”

“Two days.” Roman butted in, as h knew Patton would likely struggle getting it out.

“Two days?! I didn’t know that was possible!” Virgil exclaimed, turning to Logan. “There’s no way that’s possible, right?”

“Well, ordinarily no, but you’ve been asleep in here for two days, there’s no disputing that.”

“Oh, okay, I gue-“

Virgil yawned again, cutting himself off.

Patton was looking at him strangely. And so was Roman. And Logan.

“What? What is it now?”

“Well the thing is, kiddo, you've kinda got... Fangs.”

Virgil leveled them with an unimpressed stare.

“Seriously? You expect me to fall for that? My teeth seemed perfectly normal yesterd- Well I guess it would’ve been two days ago, wouldn’t it? Either way, the point still stands. I know you’re messing with me.”

“Actually, perhaps it would be better if you were to see for yourself.” Logan said. “How about you look in the bathroom mirror? Then you’ll see that what we’re saying is indeed not a falsehood.”

“Fine.”

-

Virgil let himself be dragged into the bathroom by Roman, and opened his mouth.

“Well shit, I guess I do have fangs.”

-

“You want some toast, Virge?” Roman called from the kitchen.

“I'm not really feeling hungry actually.”

“Alright then.”

Just then, Patton opened the curtains, letting sunlight pour in.

“Agh, why is it so fucking bright?” Virgil complained.

“Language, Virgil.” Patton scolded. “It’s not even that bright, anyway.”

“I don’t care, just close it! It’s hurting my eyes!”

“Alright, sorry kiddo.”

“Virgil?” Logan called from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been doing some research, and you’ve been displaying all the signs of vampirism. In other words, I believe that there’s a possibility you may be a vampire.”

“Logan, I get that you’re the smart one and all that, but I’ll have to disagree there.” Roman piped up. “As much as I love a good vampire tale, they’re fictional. Made up. Not real.”

“Oh they’re real. They just haven’t been very well documented. Very little research has been conducted and so there’s not much we can know at the moment about them, but they are very much real.”

“Okay, nerd. Guess I can’t refute that.”

Virgil was beginning to look anxious.

“Does this mean I’ll have to drink blood to survive?”

“Well, you never had any negative reaction to the toast I gave you on Wednesday, and based on what scientists do know, Vampires only need blood to speed up healing. The onl food that is actually harmful to you would be garlic.”

“He can’t eat garlic? Can we change him back?”

“Relax, Roman. I’m perfectly fine with avoiding garlic. It’s a bit of a bummer but I can deal with it.”

“If you say so, but don’t come crying to me when you’re craving garlic bread “

“Trust me, I won’t.” Virgil responded, glaring at Roman, though there was a slight smirk on his lips and a joking tone to his voice.

“So he’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t eat garlic?” Patton asked.

“Yes, that is correct.” Logan replied

“But what about when we go out? What will the sun do?”

“I don’t go outside anyway so why does it matter?” Virgil joked.

“Based on what I’ve gathered, while prolonged exposure to the sun can have some serious negative health effects, exposure for a short length of time can be painful, but is not necessarily harmful. However, I do recommend that when outside you apply sunscreen to reduce any effects on your health it may cause.” Logan explained.

“Alright, got it, thanks Logan. Now that that’s settled I’m going back to my room to get some homework done. Bye.” Virgil said, and disappeared up the stairs.

“Well, today’s been interesting.” Said Roman.

"Yeah," Patton responded. "Yeah, it sure has."

[whatcouldgowrong-ohthat]

To Live For, To Die For (Bucky X Reader)

This is the second one I picked for Sea’s 2k milestone XD Gotta say...not nearly as sweet to write this one as it was the other. But I hope you guys like it!

Song: Somebody to Die For

Sequel is up: “Just Like This”

@geosaurusrrex​ - official congrats on hitting 2k man XD

P.S. There is a reason your last name is “Potts”. 

I could drag you from the ocean I could pull you from the fire And when you’re standing in the shadows I could open up the sky And I could give you my devotion Until the end of time And you will never be forgotten With me by your side

The two of them fit. 

It was odd, like nothing any of the Avengers had ever seen before. Bucky had spent so much time living to kill, he forgot what it was like - what it meant to simply live. Then he met her. The mutant friend of T’Challa’s wife, Orroro. Shuri told him bits of her history, but refused anymore, forcing him to ask the young woman himself. 

“Hey Sarge,” this new woman teased, beaming smile and amused gleam forcing a rose blush on his cheeks.

“Call me Bucky.”

He remembered the way she looked at him, as if seeing through every hardship he’d ever endured and then some. She tilted her head, an emotion he couldn’t place mixing with that clear amusement. Rather than arguing, Y/N merely nodded. “Okay, if that’s what you want,” she smiled. “Bucky.”

The woman had brought him back from the edge in a way Steve couldn’t. Steve kept pressuring him, asking for the friend he once had. No, the words never actually left his lips. Steve wasn’t that kind of guy. But she never expected James Buchanan Barnes or the Winter Soldier. She merely asked for Bucky. All the woman asked for was the ability to understand. And in being so simple, so innocent and kind, she managed to do something no one else could.

Y/N Potts taught him to live for something. 

And now they had spent every waking moment together, tending to his goats, helping him with his memories. She was still an enigma to him, something he felt he would never fully understand. But that was okay. He could wait for her.

And I don’t need this life I just need...

Y/N hadn’t expected Bucky to weasel her way into her heart. He wasn’t supposed to. She had only meant to visit Orroro, to update her on the mutants back home, and be done with it. Then she’d be going to New York to visit her sister and that weird genius she continued to date. But there was something about the man that she couldn’t get out of her head. T’Challa said it was normal, that Bucky had that reputation back in the day. Shuri immediately shut him up, reminding him that Bucky was a different person. He wasn’t James Barnes or the Winter Soldier anymore.

And it left her wondering - who was left in their wake?

He was so kind and gentle. Quiet and withdrawn, as if he deserved to live a life in misery. Y/N had never fallen for someone so good. He didn’t see it. All he saw was the blood on his hands. Even so, she saw past it and to the man within. It wasn’t someone for him to become, no, that standard wasn’t something she could hold him to.

But she could help him find who he was - the man past the guilt and regret and shame. 

Back home, Y/N was a teacher. She taught mutants of all ages and had a family to love and care for within those youthful faces that had been cast out. She knew what it was like to live for something, for someone.

It wasn’t until Bucky that she learned what it was like to have that person. The "somebody” that Logan had warned her about all those years ago.

Somebody to die for.

I’ve got nothing left to live for Got no reason yet to die But when I’m standing in the gallows I’ll be staring at the sky Because no matter where they take me Death I will survive And I will never be forgotten With you by my side

“You’re my person.”

Bucky looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. The clear confusion was evident in those bright baby blues of his, but she couldn’t bring herself to explain the meaning behind her words. When he realized she wouldn’t explain, he stroked her forehead, where skin met hair, and whispered, “What does that mean?”

She smiled, squeezing his hand before placing a gentle kiss against his knuckles.  No, she didn’t need to tell him. Not yet. “You’ll figure it out, Buck.”

“Wait, why won’t you --”

The sound of footsteps outside caught both their attention. They shared a look before Y/N lifted her head off Bucky’s lap. No one bothered him out here. It was almost an unspoken rule that his only visitors be Y/N and Shuri.

So what was going on?

Bucky stood, keeping Y/N behind him as they walked out of the hut. Outside stood King T’Challa, Queen Orroro, and Princess Shuri. So many royals, so many guards, and a case that neither had seen before. Still, they didn’t need to know its contents. Bucky knew. He always knew.

Walking forward, he kept Y/N close. She calmed him in a way no one else could. As he approached, T’Challa opened the case and revealed a brand new vibranium arm.

Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. Instead, she placed a calming hand on his back, lighting tracing the old scars through the course fabric. She didn’t need to look at Bucky to know what he wanted to ask.

“Where’s the fight?” His rough voice held back fear and a bitterness Y/N hadn’t heard before. She hadn’t seen Bucky as a soldier, but she was scared. What would become of her Bucky if he went back to that life?

“On its way,” T’Challa explained before looking to Y/N. “We’ll need both of you.”

She looked up, meeting his gaze. “I don’t answer to you, T’Challa.”

“Y/N. Please.” Y/N shifted her gaze to Orroro. The woman that had helped her when she had first sought help from the X-men. She owed the weather witch everything. 

And knowing that, she nodded.

“Is Steve Rogers on his way,” Y/N asked, knowing Bucky would want to see his old friend.

Orroro nodded. “Him and more of his team.” 

Y/N didn’t see the way Bucky looked at her. She didn’t see the pain in his eyes or the fear he hid behind a clenched jaw and tense shoulders. No, instead Bucky hid those feelings away as she turned to look at him. She couldn’t see him worry about losing her. 

He was her person. Whatever that meant, he had to be strong. For her.

Cause I don’t need this life I just need...

Bucky had never seen Y/N’s powers in action. He’d heard stories, sure, seen her scars like she’d seen his, but this was different.

She was beautiful. She fought like it was a work of art.

Y/N had the power to manipulate water. She could turn it into a solid, liquid, or gas and manipulate its purpose even further.

How had he never seen this before?

Y/N used the water to lift her in the air, keeping close to the river that ran through Wakanda. She froze it, sliding around as if she were creating her own roller coaster. Slicing the water through the air, she decapitated aliens left and right as Bucky ran others down with bullets. Their abilities weren’t suitable for working alongside. One stray bullet, one alien falling at the wrong angle, and she’d fall into the mess.

 But still.

She was something else.

However, both stopped and shared a look when they heard Bruce over the comms. “Guys! Guys, Vision needs backup now!”

Bucky opened his mouth to say he was on the way, but Y/N beat him to it. “I’m on it.”

She took off on the ice, knowing she was best to go. She heard the water in the background. Wherever Bruce and Vision were - a waterfall was nearby. Y/N could at least buy them some time until Steve or Wanda got there.

Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for When I’m lonely

The trees were difficult to maneuver around on ice. Y/N knew she needed to save what water she had access to if she was going to get to the falls. She dropped to the ground, ducking and weaving around the massive trunks until she heard the familiar sound of crunching metal.

She screeched to a stop as saw the scene taking place just over the ledge. Bruce was struggling against one of Thanos’s henchmen, a bigger brute. “Bruce?” she called before hearing a cry from behind her. 

Y/N spun fast, the water from the falls moving in front of her and catching the weapon in a squishy sort of a shield. She looked up, eyes wide as she came face to face with another one of the aliens. It was tall and slim, scales covering its body with long pointed ears that reached high towards the sky. A massive tail flicked behind its back. Which alien was this? Y/N didn’t care. She didn’t need to know.

“You’ll die,” the alien promised, its voice a low hiss. If it weren’t for the promise, she would have believed the voice was almost soothing.

“Not right now,” Y/N muttered, flipping the blade with a jerk of the water. The alien spun in the air, landing with a thud. Immediately they jumped up, growling at her  and sweeping the large weapon low to the ground. 

The two circled each other, studying the opposite for weaknesses, for a break. “I saw your little human with the metal arm,” it hissed, tilting its head as Y/N’s shoulders tensed. She flexed her fingers, the water around her spinning faster. “His head is cloudy. Lost, isn’t he?” The alien cackled as Y/N clenched her jaw. “I’ll make him my pet, share the memory of your death with him over and over until his mind is nothing but sludge.”

Y/N knew there were some aliens with abilities similar to mutants. But telepathy? “Let’s not make this personal.”

“Death always is.” The alien grinned, fanged teeth forming a perfect row that sent a shudder down Y/N’s spine. 

Y/N refused to let this...thing get the better of her. It leapt in the air, raising its weapon as if ready to strike before Y/N could move.

But Y/N? She was a mutant. 

She was an X-man. 

She knew how to fight.

With a flick of her wrist, the water lashed forward. It froze in midair, just in time for the ice pick to pierce through the alien’s temple. Y/N sidestepped, looking away as the alien fell to the ground and slid past her. She always hated the sight of death. Grimacing, Y/N walked away from the body and searched through the trees for any sign of Vision. 

“Vis!” 

The sound of Wanda’s blood curdling cry made Y/N stop dead in her tracks. The sound was heart wrenching. It made Y/N feel more sick than any number of dead bodies or any amount of food. She had to get to Wanda. She took off, running as fast as her legs could carry her.

Leaping over a massive root, Y/N landed in a crouch and her eyes widened when she saw Vision’s body on the ground. Thanos was here.

When I’m standing in the fire I will look him in the eye And I will let the devil know that I was brave enough to die And there’s no hell that he can show me That’s deeper than my pride Cause I will never be forgotten Forever I’ll fight

Y/N heard voices behind her. She turned and saw Steve face to face with Thanos. Her stomach clenched. Bucky couldn’t lose Steve. He couldn’t.

Steve grunted, teeth clenched as he tried to keep Thanos from snapping his fingers. Thanos grimaced, looking at the soldier as if he was nothing more than an insect. Pushing down, he amused himself with Steve’s struggle. This Captain America...so small. So...

Weak.

Thanos threw his arm with a force stronger than his best henchman. He sent Steve flying through trees and landing with a loud thud. Y/N stepped forward, the snap of a branch signaling her arrival to Thanos. Everyone had one goal.

Don’t let him snap his fingers.

She swept her arms, the water she had constantly running around her now rushing forward and freezing around his hand. He kept clenching his fist, flexing around the ice and cracking it. Layer after layer of frozen water appeared. Y/N repeated the process over and over, circling Thanos as he eyed her. He was studying her, she knew it. He was waiting till she ran out. 

However, the sight of the clouds rolling reminded her of one particular weather witch on her side. Slowly, rain started pouring from the sky. She used the droplets to form needles. Thanos rolled his eyes. The needles were merely an annoyance.

“Enough of this.” 

Thanos clenched his fist, shattering the ice once more. He went to snap his fingers, stopped when a fist of ice hit his palm. He clenched the gauntlet around the fist, eyes slowly traveling down the arm to the mutant before him. There was fear in her eyes, he could see it. But with that, a resilience, a determination similar to that he’d seen in Gamora. 

The titan had studied many faces of the Avengers. He learned of them, wanted understand their strengths and weaknesses. She was not an Avenger. 

Who was she?

He clenched his fist ever so slightly, letting the ice crack, but not shatter. This was a game. 

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N Potts.”

He cracked. She saw past that passive facade and saw genuine surprise in those piercing eyes. He’d heard of her.

“A mutant.”

“Clearly.”

“The sister of Tony Stark’s redemption.”

Thanos raised her fist, lifting her in the air. She had yet to see him kill anyone other than Vision. With Vision there was a purpose, a reason. Thanos only killed when there was a reason.

She’d get back to Bucky.

And I don’t need this life I just need Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for I just need...

“Humans. You always think you know best. That you’re better than a universe you have yet to even comprehend.” 

Thanos shattered the fist, his hand clenching around her much smaller one. She cried out as she felt her bones shatter underneath his strength. Flipping her free hand, the rain formed into rushing water. A spear found its way to her hand up to her elbow, ready to swipe at his head. Thanos smirked, grabbing her upper arm and twisting to the point where it was just about to break.

“Ungh -” She clenched her jaw, seeing Steve stand out of her peripheral. She glanced his way only for a moment, the faintest smile curling her lips. Steve wasn’t dead. Bucky would be happy.

“Y/N.” Steve muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t hear it.

“Do you kill for the hell of it?” Y/N’s voice came out trembling, tears from the pain slipping down her cheeks. “Step on anything that crosses your path?” She needed to reason with him, to remind Thanos that he didn’t kill for the hell of it.

 She had to try to live for Bucky.

“No, I don’t kill for the hell of it,” Thanos answered. Swinging her feet, she pressed them against his chest in an attempt to get away. He jerked her arm, the twist causing a shriek to tear from her throat. Her feet slipped. Y/N hung in the air as if she were nothing more than a rag doll. “I only kill the weak.”

Y/N moved to say more, but the words died on her lips when she saw a familiar face running up behind Steve. More tears streamed down her cheeks when she saw those piercing blue eyes, that brow furrowed in confusion. 

Bucky.

“Y/N.” He said her name. She knew he did, but his voice was so low, she didn’t hear it. She saw his mouth move, saw his lips form her name, and her heart sped up. Her stomach erupted in butterflies. 

Even with Thanos ready to kill her, she still had butterflies.

Steve held Bucky back. At the moment, Y/N was distracting Thanos. She was alive and keeping him from snapping his fingers. It was buying Thor time. Any sort of distraction and Thanos could and would kill her. Her injuries could be fixed. She could heal. “Buck,” he whispered, voice cracking as he stared at his friend. “Buck, she’s going to be okay. She’s going to live, I promise.” But Bucky wasn’t looking at Steve.

He was looking at Y/N.

“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking.

“Is that him?” Y/N looked back to Thanos, brow furrowing in confusion. Her nose was runny from crying, her eyes red and puffy. She was in more pain than she had ever been. Normally the fights with the X-men went in her favor. It seemed the Avengers didn’t have their luck.

“What?” she asked, voice trembling.

Thanos watched, pity in his eyes. “The man you’d live for. Your redemption.”

“No. No, I wouldn’t live for him.”

Thanos furrowed his brow, confused.

“But he’s the man I’d die for.”

Thanos nodded, allowing himself to respect that. “I won’t kill you.”

Y/N smirked. “Thanks, but I can’t promise the same to you.”

Ice picks formed at her toes and she kicked up. Her foot connected with the underside of his arm, the one that held the gauntlet. He grunted as she twisted her body. The ice pick tore away from her foot, remaining lodged inside his arm. Thanos dropped her and she landed on her shattered arm. Bone piercing through her skin, she felt something tear through her side. 

The smell of blood made her want to throw up.

And I don’t need this life I just need... Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for When I’m lonely

Steve and Bucky took off. Thanos had been playing with Y/N, enjoying someone trying so hard. Now he had all the Infinity Stones. It wasn’t a game. Bucky started shooting at Thanos as a distraction for Steve. He slid in, grabbing Thanos’s hand and keeping his fingers pried apart. He shook, body trembling once again as he used his strength against the titan. While Y/N could distract him with words, with fascinating powers and tear filled eyes, they didn’t have that luxury. 

Bucky’s mind wasn’t on Thanos or the people. It was on Y/N. He slid to her side. The arm Thanos had twisted, cracked. The bone had pierced the flesh and dug into her ribcage. He wasn’t sure what was pierced, but judging by her pale complexion, her barely open eyes, Bucky felt his heart clench and contort with an onslaught of fear.

“Y-Y/N,” he whispered, brushing her hair back. “Y/N, stay with me. S-Stay, you gotta stay with me, doll.”

“Bucky -” Steve grunted, forcing himself to stand and push Thanos back. He only got two steps in.

“No,” Bucky growled, his voice low and rough. Thanos said he wouldn’t kill her. He said that, he practically promised it. So why - He cupped her clammy cheek in his flesh hand, stroking her temple. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

She seemed to be looked just past him, her eyes searching for something. Y/N’s lips murmured his name, so low he couldn’t even hear it. She was searching for him. “Y/N,” he whispered, lip quivering as a tear slipped down his cheek. It disappeared in his bear. “Y/N, I’m here. I’m right here.”

Bucky didn’t hear the fight going on behind him. He didn’t hear Thor’s lightning crackling through the sky. All he could hear, all he could see, was her.

“Y/N, please,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. His tears slipped from his cheeks, falling onto hers. Her breathing was shallow, faint. “Please, we can get Shuri. Come on, doll. You can do this. She - She can...Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

Faintly, he heard Thor’s voice say, “I told you...you’d die for that.”

Bucky ignored whatever was going on behind him. Instead, he listened to her breathing. His hand slipped around her back and he cradled her against his chest, soft sobs making his shoulders tremble. “Please,” he whispered, “You’re my person.”

“What did you do!?” Thor’s angered shout broke through Bucky’s pain. He looked down at Y/N, her breathing still...so shallow, so close to something he couldn’t bring her back from. “I’ll be back. I’m going to find Shuri,” he promised, standing up. He looked back, his gaze landing on Thor and Thanos through the tree line. Bucky clenched his jaw, searching through the trees.

He didn’t have time.

“Shuri!” His voice was loud, booming as he tried to find the brilliant princess. She could save Y/N. No matter how many bones were broken or how much blood was lost. Shuri could help her. “Shuri!”

But then he felt...off.

He looked down at his fingers, watching them blow away and turn to dust.

“Bucky?”

Bucky looked up, his gaze landing on Steve. But Y/N. She - “Steve?”

He stepped forward, collapsing to his knees as Steve ran towards him. He watched his oldest friend swoop in and try to catch, but it was too late.

They were too late.

Don’t go gentle into that good night Rage on against the dying light

[kurtty-drabbles]

Evil Witch Kitty au (Charlie and the monster)

N/A: Hey does anyone here likes Ghibli? Does Princess Mononoke come to mind? Cause Charlie and Talia are going to enter in this plot.

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The X-men receive a call for help from the Flea, a city who primes to have the best environment protection of all cities, is facing a dire problem, a monster is attacking them and the Flea´s citizen trust the X-men to protect them and to solve the situation in their best interest at heart. The team is composed of Hank, Pixie, Talia and Damian. The monster is stopping the construction of more hotels.

A monster who wears a cloak and has strange glowing green eyes and no one manages to come closer to the construction site ever since the monster appears.

It is to be a simple mission, so, of course, Talia is ready for any obstacle the mission may be hidden(her father often speak to Talia to never let her guard down as even a simple mission can be a dangerous one if the person is a fool and Talia Maximoff is not a fool) and her thoughts(and by extension her father´s) is proved correct as the monster appears howling and attacking the X-men.

“A vaporhag!” Talia exclaimed amazed, her mother, hiring the best tutors for Talia, mentioned how Vaporhags are rare as dangerous. His body resembles of a dog, except is far bigger than a normal one(bigger than a horse), his skin is tough than metal, his fangs can tear anything apart and they can see in the dark. For a moment, Talia remembers her father.

Damian and the others appear to be thinking the same thing as the fur of the monster is blue and is absorbing the light and camouflage in the shadows. “Just like dad!” Damian jokes, that joke does nothing to uplift the mood, and the members’ won´t be Kurt´s fan so soon.

“Dami” Talia chided him “is not the time to joke, the monster is not alone” and Talia is true as the Vaporhags are now 8 and ready to attack and Pixie power-up is ready to fight and kill. The fighting issue and the citizens watch in awe as the X-men are defeating the monsters.

Sadly, their celebration is cut short when a cloaked figure shows up and starts to fight off each X-men, Pixie, Damiam, Hank were all defeated and paralyzed as their bodies are stuck in the first position their minds could come up.

Talia, however, is fighting with a lonesome Vaporhag and is winning, until, she´s not. The Vaporhag is ready to rip her head, until, the mysterious person intervenes. “Jelly, no!” his voice is strong and the monster listens to the man. “Let her go” and Talia watches as the monster left.

The figure, still wearing a cloak, has no time to explain as Talia uses her tail to make this man fall on the ground and, using a dagger she summons quickly, is looking dead set in his eyes, her blue hair is free, her golden eyes are shinning and her lips are in a thin line. The man sees Talia with the dagger and can only think and speak one thing. “You´re beautiful!”

And that makes Talia loosen the dagger in confusion as the man still gazes upon her, doe eyes that are so familiar, until, finally, something click on her mind. “Charlie Pryde?” she inquires and the man finally let go of his secrecy. “Hi, Talia, last time we saw each other you did threaten with a spoon, now, we things are on the next level” and chuckles amused and Talia shakes her head at this crazy man.

Damian watches as the mysterious figure turned out to be a druid and one that does not have the best tracking record with the X-men as Dr MCcoy points out. “Damian, this is Charlie Pryde…the son of the Lady Necromancer” his tone is dry and his glare is not friendly to Charlie. Damian is not the son of Wanda, so, he has no real knowledge of who this woman is, the Lady Necromancer, Talia mentioned her once or twice(“she´s a friend of mom, she´s a necromancer and older than father …and she had one son, Charlie, they are Druids and no…don´t ask me what this means”)

Pixie, Hank are communicating to the others X-men the presence of Charlie with hissed tones and insecurity. Talia is talking with the man as she never saw him before, come to think of, she did mention how he was in a long training or something like that and Damian is the one to explain to people why the monsters are still alive. Whatever Damian said, with the best intentions, it wasn´t enough to satisfy the people.

“Kill those monsters now!” the mayor demands furiously and Charlie´s eyes are fully green and a wall of earth is created(thanks to his words) and the mayor´s words are loud enough to be heard by everyone, even the monsters.

“You won´t hurt them, and if you insist, I´ll destroy the monster right here and now” his glowing hand are pointing to the mayor and the X-men, even Damian are giving him awry eyes, Talia is a practical woman (she has to be) and can put 1 + 1 together to notice one thing.

“Ok, I can see this story is missing many parts” Talia speaks with a firm tone “tell me what is going on, why those Vaporhags are attacking now?” The mayor speaks in gibberish and Talia can see that maybe the monsters aren´t the real villains in this story.

“The mayor wants to deforest in order to open more hotels and commerce and the Vaporhags will lose their last home, so, I´m here to defend them by any means necessary” Charlie speaks firmly and Talia could swear Pixie called him evil Lorax.

“Guys, please, we don´t need to draw blood, we can solve this like adults” Talia beings smiling like in a political fashion. “I´d have the solution, I conquer this land for Genosha and I´ll increase the laws of environmental protection” the mayor lost his grin and is terrified, Pixie and Hank are speaking how she can do that, and Damian seems to be the only one who understands what´s going on. Charlie is confused.

“You can´t do that?” the man asked in fear and Talia continues “I´m princess Talia Maximoff and if I said so we can add this land to the Empire of Genosha, especially as you aren´t treating the land so well” Talia explained.  Then, she turns to Charlie “How long the construction has been going on?”

“I stop them, but, the idea was in motion for more than 3 months” Charlie explained and Talia nods and she continues “And didn´t you signed an accord saying that the forest is sacred and is illegal to build anything there? Now, Genosha was the mediator of the accord and if you are thinking of breaking…things won´t end well to you politically” Talia concluded smiling and the man lets his head down.

Charlie is not politically savvy, but, when Talia gives him a thumbs up he can believe things are ok.

In fact, it did, one week after this exchange and the construction site is over(Charlie saw no problem in using his powers to speed up the cleaning) and the Vaporhags can return to the forest and be protected. One of them lowers his head enough so Charlie could say goodbye, the man touches the creature´s fur with care and get licked on his face in return, and quickly leave with his family. Charlie watches and waves goodbye to them.

Talia explained the situation to the team, however, even knowing it was the mayor at the fault, Hank and Pixie aren´t ready to accept Charlie with open arms, Damian knows nothing about this Lady Necromancer, but, if the X-men are fine with him and Talia then why Charlie is a criminal in their eyes?

“Well, I can´t say I´m surprised” Charlie speaks calmly, once is more than clear Pixie and Hank are avoiding Charlie(Damian has to admit this behaviour is opening some wounds from the past)” If the X-men won´t accept me as a hero, I´ll be one be myself” Charlie offers and Talia and Damian look as this is something completely new.

“Are you going to your next adventurer, druid?” Talia asked crossing her arms a bit amused that he´s not going be all flashy and summon a dragon to take him to his destination, instead, Charlie is using the public transportation. “No, I´ll return home and Netflix and Chill” Charlie concludes and Talia shakes her head again smiling at the man. “And the princess and the prince?”

“Not a prince,” Damian explained having the feeling he´s the third wheel “and I´ll see if Pixie needs help” and leaves the two alone.

“I´ll deal with the political aspect of the situation” Talia explained with a smirk on her face, again, Charlie is not a savvy in politics, yet, he can´t help to add “then the situation is already solved, you seem to have a good grasp of this, the political thing…I´m not expert the art of politics, but, if you want help…” Charlie trails off and knows he´s rubbish in politics.

“Well, you´re not affiliated with the X-men, I may need a witness here” Talia replied calmly and Charlie knows he can Netflix and Chill later.

Jia and Magik are with Kitty as the older woman is gathering clues of this Jimmy person and so far all lead to one place, and she´s not so sure the baby got a happy ending in this deal. “the baby is with Doom?” Jia asked not getting how a baby ended up with Doom, of all people, Magik gives some suggestions, but, still, even she has trouble in understanding the logic.

“Well, it seems Doom has the baby, uhm, I´ll think about my next move” Kitty pipes in.

Kurt is watching Logan with a big grin on his face and logan is drinking his beer wishing the earth could swallow him now. “So, you were having an affair with Magneto´s fiancé/wife? When that happened?”

Logan sighs. “It was a long and complex story, I´m a changed man” Logan then gives the details and Kurt is too amused.

[elane-in-the-shadows]

Red Queen Fan Fiction - Stars Align

requested by @wrenskonos Hope you like it <3

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Elane POV

During King's Cage, April 321

I shone like the night sky, illuminated my moonlight. Displaying beauty was one of the skills we Havens excelled at. Hiding was the other one, and I'd been asked - often forced - to make use the second one more frequently that I could remember. Like the shadows we were named for, I lurked in the darkness, watching and listening, only allowed to show myself once I gathered enough intel to our advantage.

Sometimes I wished I was more than a courtier and a spy, skilled in a trade instead of valued for my loyalty alone. I didn’t even know which talent I desired, as I already did what I was best at. It was more like I resented my foreordained fate itself.

We Havens weren't kings and queens, we were their loyal knives and spies.

But that was my fate no longer, and the court and my family would see it once I became the "princess" of House Samos.

I rose, hands brushing over my black dress, the fabric tight but elastic and flattering every one of my curves. Delicate lace lay on my cleavage, neck, back and arms and its web went down over my body where sparkling sequins, beads and gems were sewed on it. If I wanted to, I would’ve been able to make myself shine like a torch of magnesium, but today, the only fire-like part of me was my hair, copper waves one half pinned up, one half falling on my shoulders.

I knew I was a sight of awe, but my whole family was. In a way, we used both invisibility and beauty to remain inconspicuous. So people may forgot to see the person beneath a lovely face.

Evangeline wasn’t one of those and I could’ve loved her for that alone. In turn, I’d fallen for the girl with the façade of fangs and steel the first time I’d met her. She’d always been a girl who believed in herself and those she loved, a girl who didn’t give up until her iron will received its due. I wished I had her steel resolve, her incontestable presence. I could call myself mercurial at best, the ever-shifting, poisonous vapour around her shining blade. I’d be forever hers, if only it didn’t mean to chain myself to another High House and its own spiry customs and antics.

As when Lady Larentia urged me to put in earrings with diamonds and emeralds to display our coming relation. “Green becomes you so well, pet,” she said. “It’s the privilege of – soon-to-be -  married women to mix their colours.” I just avoided her from pinning a dead butterfly in my hair as well. Or like the way neither Eve nor Ptolemus could withstand fixing rivets and spikes on my clothing, like those they wore on their own. It was like they claimed me as a part of them.

I loved both of them fiercely, but sometimes they started to cage me in. Wasn’t it enough that I was marrying Tolly for Eve’s sake? I was aware none of us would ever be free of the ties to our families, our duties, yet I would prefer not to offer anyone too much power over me. My second sister Mariella died for house politics, and my oldest sister Lizanne, the heir, had to make up for her coup in the meantime, remaining demure next to her Gliacon husband, trapped between keeping up appearances and clandestinely supporting rebel houses.

Whereas I was the bride of Ptolemus Samos, a match no one had dared hope for, and I got closer to the throne than any other Haven in the last decades.

Yet I was still told to present myself as the girl pretty to look at and maybe my family was right – there was safety in being inconspicuous.

I met Tolly in his room. I reached out with my hand, beckoning him to rise and come with me but he hesitated, seemingly needing more time in front of the mirror than I did. I couldn’t help cracking a smile. “Are you dressing yourself up for Lady Wren?”

He pretended not to have heard, yet it was obvious in the way he chewed on his lip and greyness crept up in his pale cheeks. He rushed to get up at my tease nonetheless, taking my hand and spinning me around as if in a dance. “Nothing escapes you, dear Elane.”

I twisted once more, then pulling myself away with a flip of my hair. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Well, then tell me,” he asked, “which armor pattern is better? Laurels, feathers or serpent scales?” The sheet of metal clothing him rippled and changed at his words, the scales moving as if not made of metals, but like leaves caught in a breeze.

“You’re seriously like a man-child,” I chided him. He laughed.

“Come on, Elane, you like the Samos’ artistic skills too.”

“Umm …” He wasn’t wrong. Many Havens had a penchant for the arts.

He still chuckled and his hand touched the lace on the small of my back. “You look radiant tonight, of course.”

“Thank you. And I think you should go for the laurels,” I decided.

He nodded. “I have an advice for you as well.”

I raised an eyebrow. Tolly pulled me closer, his black eyes boring into mine. Yet the corners of his mouth twitched. “Make Eve happy,” he whispered.

I grinned. “That’s all I desire.”

I couldn’t find Eve at the party after our entry. Of course, she was no longer the center of attention, with Princess Iris having replaced her as the future queen of Norta. Iris already ruled the court, depicting the magnanimous queen better than Eve ever would have. As she was a born royal, I assumed she knew how to deal with noble fangs as well. King Maven was a different task, and I was glad Eve was rid of him. Yet I continued to hope their days were numbered, if only for Mariella.

Usually I enjoyed the spoils of this kind of parties well enough, but as I danced with Tolly and his numerous friends, I couldn’t stop myself from searching for my love, just like my betrothed’s eyes always roamed in the direction of Lady Wren who avoided him in public, if not in private.

I’d been in the ballroom for more than an hour before I saw Eve again as she intercepted a waitress. I left my current partner Logan at the earliest chance and stalked after Eve. I knew she was aware that I was following her but she didn’t stop. She walked on, through the gathered nobles and crossing several rooms of the party before we found ourselves in a long gallery.

“Eve,” I called, “what.”

I could’ve sworn she giggled. She turned, balancing a drink in her hand as lime- and moonlight fell in through the huge windows to her right and was reflected on her silver hair and intricate metal dress.

“I’m too sober for that,” she said. “I need more of this,” she raised her glass – “before I get back in there.”

I closed the distance between us. Smiling, I took the glass from her and drank a sip. Gin Tonic. “I think the same goes for me,” I said. “It was too boring without you. Even dancing was no fun.”

“Oh, I’m a marvellous dancer, Elane, and you know it.” She played with a loose tress of my hair, took back her drink and treated herself a mouthful.

“Hey,” I protested, “don’t drink so much booze.”

She blinked in surprise as I cupped her head in my hands. “Wouldn’t you rather drink in me?”

She kissed me instead of answering and guided me to the window seat. “I do already,” she muttered. “Seeing you dressed in moonlight enraptures me more than any intoxicant.”

“I live up to my reputation,” I whispered. “So you can chase me like starlight.”

“Until the end of my life,” she promised.

Thus we danced alone in the gallery, with only the night itself our witness.

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Excuse me, i’m uncreative with the title again. This one is named for “You And I” by PVRIS, my favourite Evane song. Let’s give Elane all the Feyre Archeron aesthetics ;-) And sorry if the teaser made you think this is a spy adventure ^^° I fear that would exceed my skills.

[campionsayn1]

THAT would be a heavy challange and I have faith in you. Any Kurtty AU + 13

Kurt Darkholme: Who was born into what can almost be called vampire royalty with his twin, sharing their first name because their parents believed in the tradition that required identical births requiring identical given names–though they were spared confusion by being taken care of largely by the human slaves their parents kept who gave them namesakes of their own; as well as giving the elder twin, Darkholme, a scar tattoo over his eye. Who was, he thinks but won’t be held to it, about 300 years old when he found Kitty running below ground, away from a merchant she stole a loaf of bread and some somewhat poorly cooked sausages from. Who had been looking for a companion, both clever and pretty enough to look at, and who wasn’t boring for years; so of course he took up a conversation and a relationship with her immediately with little pause between saying “Hello,” and revealing himself for what he was–fangs, fur, need for blood and all (it took about two weeks and he was glad when she didn’t run away). Who did not try and take her blood or offer immortality right off as he wanted to wait until their relationship progressed and she was at least the reasonable age of an actual grown woman; she held out her Star of David once in jest to warding him off the scent of her blood when she’d run into a brier patch, with him laughing so hard he ended up momentarily losing concentration and teleported into the sky and back again. Who didn’t get the chance to wait for her to mature past eighteen before the plague struck the city of New Orleans they’d been visiting and it was either grant her vampirism or watch her turn into a pus riddled carcass colored a sickly white and blue. His consolation, when she woke up with fangs into the room he’d rented in haste on the other side of the river, was that she smiled and said, “Well, at least now we’ll get to see if there’s actually something that will come from this ‘electricity’ Benjamin Franklin has discovered.”Kitty Pryde: Who met Kurt a few years before the plague came into fruition in the United States; a skinny scrap of a teenage girl surviving the streets of New York in 1800 with very little to fear from someone like Darkholme; “I’ve seen worse monsters and they were all just ordinary men.” Who wasn’t that surprised when she found herself under the symptoms of plague and woke up after a high fever and red liquid running down her throat to Darkholme hovering over her like a small child rather than this ravishing creature of the night he created; a joke had been in order to make things less awkward and they were both pleased when Kurt snorted instead of crying. Who did not like Kurt’s parents in the least when they ran across them in Europe while on a journey to see the wonders of the world that most people never saw in their lives and Kurt had never bothered trying to before; Raven was the most unpleasant and lying whore of a woman Kitty had ever met and Azazel wasn’t any better, especially since he took a fancy to crooning to Kurt repeatedly that Kitty was likely going to be a mistake. But Darkholme’s twin brother she liked splendidly; the man ran an orphanage in France and donated regularly to Missions around the province with the farm he tended with the man called Logan he’d been with for over fifty years. Who drove Darkholme a little up the wall when they reached the twentieth century and the times kept changing–fashion, sociology, women’s rights, technology, music, art–but that didn’t stop her from dragging him into all the issues that stayed important to her through all of her life; and he was pleased enough to help if she didn’t wake him up an hour before the sun even set. Who wanted to give him children, tried for years and years with enough fucking to do a porn star shame, but just couldn’t conceive because of her youth and her vampire nature–something that mattered very little to him, given that a week after they stopped trying, Kurt found a man by the name of Charles Xavier, who had a job position available for people like them who were good with children who had nowhere else to go. And Kitty was fairly certain if they hadn’t been immortal that she and Kurt would have passed out from the amount of kissing that went on for days afterward.