#malachai knight

[thefreelanceshamesquad]

I'm so normal about him I swear.

Also I know that the little line on his face in the official art is just a style choice but I'm obsessed with the idea of him having a little tattoo.

I may still add a background.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Ramiel and Cedric: Atonement & Final Blessings

Of Fin and Feathers AU (merAstartes AU): Patrolling harpies lead Ramiel and Cedric to find their dying Primaris Black Templar brother.

Author's Note: TW death, grief, angst, and guilt.

This massive piece (just over 10,000 words) is a collaboration with @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan and @sleepyfan-blog. You guys are fantastic and it was fun to collab with both of you. Thank you for helping me write this story and get Cedric, Ramiel and Malachai's voice right. I don't have the heart to make this into separate chapters since it makes the most sense to keep it as one story.

This is another pretty emotionally heavy piece of writing, but I thought it is time that this mer-Astartes AU progress somewhat similarly to the Husbandry AU. Let's be honest, there is no way with Petras mentioned, that more Primaris Black Templars don't start showing up in this AU.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @bispecsual , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

Ramiel was feeling a little melancholy, the memories of his past actions and mistakes are clawing at his mind. The memories haunted him, and caused him to wake early and try to leave the nest, wanting some fresher air, and try to not bother any of his family.

Malachai… he couldn’t help replaying the moment the light went out of his brother’s eyes in his mind. His poor brother, another victim of the Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras’ punishments. If only they found him sooner… would they be able to save him then?

He rubbed his face as he tried to stop crying, Astartes didn’t cry. That is one of the many things that Ramiel had been told and taught from a young age. His breathing was hiccuping a little as he recovered from the most wretched nightmare he’d awoken from, and it took Ramiel some time to slow and steady his breathing.

As quiet and stealthy as he tries to be- he didn’t notice Erriox waking up and watching him sneak away. Remembering how there are a couple of Black Templar Shoals in the nearby area brought up… rather unpleasant memories for Ramiel.

Claude and Jophiel told Cedric and Ramiel that they had mentioned, in passing, the name “Petras” to Erriox- not that they had explained much with the whole Gray Knight incident that had… rather taken precedents as well as monitoring the situation with the Black Templar shoal that changed their migration pattern.

He took in a couple of deep breaths and started his morning prayers to the God Emperor. Murmuring the words quietly and reverently. Doing his best to go through the motions and speak the words verbatim from his near perfect memory recall as he did. 

Ramiel was in prayers for at least two hours- Cedric sometimes joined him during the latter half if he woke up early enough for it. He thanked the God Emperor for his second chance here on Ancient Terra… for however long it lasts.

He understood that the worship of the God Emperor upset some of the First Born Battle Brothers from before the Heresy- before the Daemon Primarchs revealed their true forms and they and their ill-made sons fell to Chaos and daemon-hood. Though Erriox and Lenora have not complained about it… yet. 

Ramiel always tried to be quiet during his prayers so as to not bother his adoptive sort-of parents. It was easy enough to call Lenora “Mother”; but Erriox, while he is thankful that the First Born Iron Warrior treats them much kinder than the First Borns that they had been used to, he is hesitant to call Erriox anything less formal beyond “sir” or “cousin”. 

Ramiel wondered if the Black Templar shoal travel change is due to himself and Cedric- that it’s because they are in the area and some of the shoals had heard of the apprentice-aged specialist Black Templar Astartes. Whether they knew that Ramiel and Cedric are Primaris or not, will become readily apparent in how they will be treated by them.

Ramiel suspects how the First Born brothers from around M42 would react to him and Cedric in one of two ways: cautious hope, or purge the abomination. He scratches and the patch of scales near his elbows and shudders. Some of the First Born Black Templars had taken very poorly to the Primaris Roll out… His Mentor being one of them- well his previous Mentor. Ramiel rubs at the scar on his chest, the one that had a reciprocal scar on his back. 

The one that killed him and Malachai, the scars- well, he had many scars gifted to him by his mentor, physical and mental, but still. Those two were the worst. He hoped that The Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras was not among the shoals that have altered their migration path. 

Part of Ramiel hoped that he is still in M42, and hoped that the cruel bastard didn’t come back to Ancient Terra. If he or Cedric wanted to join one of the Black Templar shoals: all they had to do was ask one of the Iron Warriors if they could contact them and then be picked up by a passing shoal in a few weeks to months. Or he could request assistance from the Hydra pod that was Bonded to Lana… but that might also come with a cost… likely one he’d rather not pay. But to be honest, he’d rather not place himself at the nonexistent mercy and under the power of First Born Black Templars again.

Not yet at least. He knew that what little training he has as a Judicar Primaris Space Marine Chaplain wasn’t enough, and for further training he had to go to a chapter specific Chaplain and hope they decided to take him on as an Apprentice.

He just… Would rather stay with Lenora and Erriox and Cedric and his fellow brother-cousins. And the Gannet Aunties and Cousins. While it's less migratory than he was used to, there was something to be said for being more stationary for a while. Bonds could be formed and maintained, learning of a different sort could happen. 

He finished his prayers and turned to see Erriox watching him, “Hello sir, did you want some help with preparing the first meal?”

Ramiel and the others had helped hunt to gather foodstuffs for a few days, to help replenish their personal food stores. While the harpies are excellent hunters, they were wary of going to their normal hunting grounds with the lurking Black Templars nearby. Most tended to be highly temperamental and volatile, especially to those they deemed… non-human.

Ramiel wondered about his chapter’s attitude towards harpies and the other non-human and sentient species who are of and born on Terra. did that not make them just as holy as humans? Or at least, that’s how he viewed it. Not that he’s had a chance to really discuss this with anyone outside of Cedric, Roland, and Arnault.

He’s heard that sometimes humans are predated on by harpies or other species, but it wa either due to lack of resources or because the humans were stupid. Which- the galaxy is rough, and consumption of what is edible in hard times makes sense. 

Also- if you stick your nose where you aren’t wanted, you shouldn’t be surprised that it gets bitten off at times. Still, his questions could only be answered by those he’d rather avoid for now. He ignored the voice in his head that hissed that he’s a yellow-bellied coward for not confronting the Black Templar shoals.

“No need, I noticed you started more than thirty minutes late for your usual morning prayer. Got something on your mind?” Erriox pointed out.

“I didn’t wake you and Mama, did I?” Ramiel worriedly asked. 

The Iron Warrior mer glanced at his harpy mate sleeping in their nest, “No, and Lenora’s still asleep.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, watching the ocean waters brighten in hue as the sun rose in the sky. Erriox turned to the Black Templar Scout, “Thinking about Malachai?” He asked, figuring that their brother’s second death on ancient Terra was what’s distracting his adopted son. 

“… Yes.” Ramiel didn’t want to show vulnerability to the First Born, but he couldn’t stop seeing Malachai’s dead eyes staring back at him. It hurt. It hurt to see his brother in the state he was in. It hurt to know that it was his mentor, Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras, who killed him. If someone, if they had… Found him sooner… Maybe then, Malachai could’ve been saved. Ramiel looks over at Cedric, who was curled up in his nest, still asleep. His hearts squeezed painfully, he didn’t even want to think how this was affecting his apothecary brother. 

“I know Lenora had told you boys that you shouldn’t blame yourselves.”

“I…” Ramiel wanted to say something, he hoped he didn’t offend his adoptive mother by his disbelieving reaction at the time. Erriox raised hand to interrupt him. Instinctively, Ramiel flinched and his mouth immediately snapped shut. 

The Iron Warrior eyed him for a moment then sighed, “But we also understand that it is much easier said than done.” 

“... Some of my actions had a hand in Malachai’s death,” Ramiel said, not quite looking at Erriox. “... My mentor- ah- what do you know about Black Templar rankings and practices?”

Erriox hummed, his tail swaying thoughtfully, “Not much, except that the Black Templars worship the Emperor of Mankind as a god and are aggressive to those considered heretical or corrupted by chaos.”

Ramiel nods and goes on to explain how Black Templar Neophytes become Apprentices, raised and trained by their mentor until they become a full battle brother. How important that bond between mentor and Apprentice is, how much power the older Templar has, and how good the bond can be. The Ideal mentor and student bond, how the mentor-student bond usually goes…. And what happens if the mentor is an abusive shit head. How little recourse the Apprentice has. It takes a bit, but he explained how shitty a mentor Petras was to him.

“When things go wrong in the mentor-student bond, usually the younger is to blame, unless there is overwhelming evidence that it's the mentor to blame… even then, socially… the Apprentice can become… at worst…. Excommunicated.” Ramiel said sorrowfully.

His elder cousin narrowed his eyes, “So it is easy to continue to be a shitty mentor, like this Petras, because the mentor holds that much power and seniority over the apprentices’ heads. And allowed to kill Primaris marines? What a fucking waste of resources.” He huffed. Though in his legion, they would’ve sent those they didn’t deem useful or trainable to do the shitty jobs no one else wanted or to the front lines as bullet shields, at least they contributed to the fighting effort in some way. Physical punishment was useful to a point, otherwise entirely wasteful if overdone. He asked “And how does this relate to you and Malachai?”

“Chaplains are allowed to decide and administer punishments,” Ramiel explained, “At least in the Black Templars they are. Including corporal punishments. One of… the areas in training that my mentor says that I… need to work on is administering… p-punishment to others.”

Ramiel flinched and curled in on himself unable to sustain eye contact for very long, “My m-mentor, previous Mentor Petras… was particularly harsh on administering physical correction. He had me… use an electro whip to help with administering punishment to Malachai. He didn’t allow me to stop until the numbers reached the upper hundreds.”

Erriox went quiet. Learning to be able to withstand pain was a normal part of training to become a fully fledged Astartes. Though he barely remembered what it was like training as a Neophyte and then Scout; he remembered a lot of heavy, back-breaking hard labor and shit jobs, under shittier conditions.

The way that Ramiel was reacting made it seem like this Petras was rather flagrant and excessive in his use of corporal punishment. Thank the throne that Ramiel was reasonable and relatively soft-hearted, if he was anything like his mentor, he would be extremely dangerous indeed. 

“That sounds excessive. Did Malachai do something to justify the punishment?” Erriox asked. 

Ramiel paused and thought about the Incident that happened, the reasons for why Malachai was punished so severely. He took in a deep breath and started, “Malachai refused to take the fall for the other group of Apprentices’ pranks and japes while he and four other Primaris Apprentices were visiting a fortress monastery at the same time that the normally-recruited aspirants were. The other group blamed the Primaris marines, and as Malachai was squad leader, he was the one to take the brunt of the punishment.”

Ramiel got lost in his head, and didn’t entirely realize it when after some gentle prompting from Erriox, the entire story of what happened came springing from his lip like a confession of his sins. 

Malachai floated defiantly in front of Chaplain Petras, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at the older Marine. “As I said before, Chaplain-Captain, neither I nor my fellow Primaris Apprentices were responsible for the destruction of the training salles in the western training room of this fortress monastery. Nor were we the ones who set a bucket of honey and soap on top of the door out of the quartermaster’s office so that when the door was opened next, the contents of which were upended onto the unfortunate Brother’s head.”

Petras glowered up at Malachai, a low growl in his voice “You stand before me, defiant and with lies on your tongue. If you and your brothers were not to blame, who then were the culprits?”

Malachai shrugged a little, his stare still stony “That I cannot say. But we were not the only group of Apprentices visiting that particular Fortress monastery at that time. Have you asked them whether or not they are to blame for the destruction and that particular prank? Along with the other recent pranks that have occurred?”

Petras’ scowl got worse “So, not only do you refuse to take accountability for your actions, you  would seek to lay blame on innocent Brothers? Ramiel! Get me my electro whips. I will have you weeping and pleading for the Emperor’s Mercy before I am through with you, you defiant abomination. The other group of apprentices are proper young Black Templars to be, picked from chapter worlds and trained in the ways of our chapter since they were taken as Aspirants. This mischief began after you and your fellow abominations appeared.”

Malachai knew for a fact that none of his fellow Primaris marines would dare do such things… And if they, for some reason, had completely taken leave of their senses and decided to pull such ridiculous grox-shit, they would have at least had the honor and the courage to own up to it, rather than cowering in the shadows and hoping that someone else would be punished for their misdeeds. “The pranks began when we arrived and stopped when we left, that is true. But no such pranks have occurred aboard The Sigismund before or after, sir. Which means the other group of Apprentices, or perhaps one or two of their number are possibly to blame, and they acted up specifically when they knew that there were more potential people to take the blame, sir.”

“Strip out of your armor and go down onto your back, Abomination! I will not tolerate any more of your lying slander any longer!” Petras growled. 

Malachai looked briefly at the miserable looking Ramiel, before he huffed and rolled his eyes, sinking down, so that his back was exposed after removing his armor. “I am innocent, Chaplain Captain. So are my fellow apprentices. If you truly do seek the culprits, you will need to look elsewhere. But all three of us know what you really want to do. And it does not involve actual justice.”

Petras’ growl of fury reverberated through Malachai’s very soul, but no matter how long the other whipped and beat him, he would not break and admit to doing something he did not do. He would not admit that one of his fellow Primaris Brothers did something that he knew they did not do, either. Malachai did his best to stay still and not flinch as he was whipped and beaten until the pain became too much and he blacked out.

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Malachai opened his eyes and stared up into the night sky. He did not recognize these stars, nor what looked like the background haze of one of the arms of the galaxy. His wounds, raw, aching and bloody pulsed in time to his hearts beating, and his shallow, ragged breaths. There was a beautiful full, silvery moon in the sky as well, and he could hear the regular crashing and retreating whooshing sounds of waves breaking upon the sand of the… Wherever the fuck he was now. 

He really hoped that he was alive - because the thought of being dead and having to deal with the agony of his wounds until they healed… Or for all of eternity, was a daunting and miserable idea that the young mer did not want to contemplate. There was a deep, daunting darkness that was eating at the edges of his vision. He felt dizzy and cold, on top of everything else. At least what he was laying against was soft, rather than the cold, hard metal of the deck of The Sigismund. 

With a titanic effort of will, Malachai moved his head until he could see the surface beneath him. Fine grains of sand met his vision. He was… He had been left to die on a world? But they were within the warp, when he’d been punished harshly by that bastard. The sound of flapping wings caught his attention, and the young mer looked skyward once more, searching for the source of the sound. “Hello?” He called out as loudly as his damaged lungs and throat could manage “Is someone out there?” He had never been this alone before in his entire life… Malachai didn’t want to die alone, even on a world as pretty as this one.

He heard two pairs of feet landing in the sand near him. 

“Hello, young one.” A feminine voice answered. Another, slightly younger voice swore some unknown curses at his condition, “His tail is bent strange. This is torture. Who did this to him?” She commented, outrage simmering in her voice. After a thought, she added, “He looks like cousin Ramiel.”

Ramiel? Cousin? They’re here too? A tiny spark of hope rose in Malachai’s chest. He squinted his eyes; his vision was starting to blur, but he could make out two humans or creatures who looked like humans covered in feathers. How do they know Ramiel?

There was a light tapping sound and the older voice spoke again, “Cedric, Ramiel, come to my location quickly. We may have found one of your brothers. He’s not in good shape.”

Malachai hears the faint but familiar sound of Cedric’s voice over the comm device the creature had, “What?! Please send your coordinates, we will be there soon.” 

Another tap and the coordinates were sent. A second familiar voice, Ramiel, echoed, “Danke, Mama. We are coming.”

Mama? Wait, when did Cedric and Ramiel get a mother? Maybe he was mistaken? These might not be his brothers. Malachai shifted uncomfortably, praying silently to the God Emperor that they are not the Hydra imposters. 

“I will send Leto to meet you part way. His injuries are extensive, so be prepared.”

“Can you ask what his name is?”

The creature looked at him expectantly, “What is your name, young one?”

He managed to cough out, “Malachai.”

“His name is Malachai.”

Two voices of confirmation. Finally, ‘Cedric’ said clearly, “Alright. See you soon. Tell Malachai to wait for us.”

“Leto, leave your set of healing potions here. Fly and find Ramiel and Cedric to meet them part way. They are patrolling the south end of the territory. Hurry.” The older feathered person urged. A rush of flapping announced Leto taking flight. There was a short pause then she spoke again, “Kallium, Erriox, get an apothecary to my location immediately. We found another Black Templar who’s badly injured. He looks young with a similar build to Ramiel.”

“Send us your location.” He could hear a deep, older voice this time. 

Malachai hears another short tap as the creature sends their location to whoever it is out there. She keeps on mentioning Cedric and Ramiel. And clearly knows what Black Templars look like. Plus she mentioned getting an apothecary? Maybe it really is Cedric and Ramiel coming. Though he wasn’t sure he was able to wait that long. He feels so cold and exhausted. 

“We’re on the north end, but we will be there soon. An apothecary is on his way.”

The creature winced as she assessed him from head to tail, worry growing as his eyes started to close. She sat by him, gently patting his cheek and pulling out a vial of pale blue-green liquid, “Malachai, fledgling, stay awake! You still need to wait for your brothers to get here, remember? This is a healing potion and some more in the pack. It should at least take some of the pain away, and hopefully heal some of your injuries. Will you let me give it to you?”

“Yes.” Malachai thought he had nothing to lose. It’ll be great if it works; if it doesn’t, then maybe it will send him to his grave faster. End his suffering. Hopefully. 

The feathered creature gently tipped the vial into the corner of his mouth, letting the injured scout slowly swallow the liquid bit by bit. Warmth seeped into his body, waking his cells to start repairing the damage. Malachai keened and writhed as his nerves also woke up to register the pain. 

Lenora swore and immediately gave him another vial, this time a powerful pain killer, “Malachai! You need to drink this one as well. This should ease your pain while your body is repairing itself.”

Malachai allowed her to pour its contents into his mouth, relaxing as he could feel the sharp spikes of pain drain away, allowing his mind to calmly think this time, “Thank you.” He sighed, then slowly blinked, “What are you? Cedric? Ramiel?”

Luckily, Lenora understood what he meant by his question. She gently stroked Malachai’s face, her heart breaking as she watched him turn towards her claw, close his eyes with a small smile. Like her other boys, it seemed like Malachai had not been treated with a kind hand either, “I am a harpy. My name is Lenora. Cedric and Ramiel are my adopted sons.”

“They got family? Where is here? They safe? S’cold…” Malachai forced the next few questions out. He was so curious about this Lenora who claimed to be his brothers’ adoptive mother.

The harpy looked at him worriedly as his speech started to slur. That was a high grade potion, and visually, it didn’t look like it had any effect. She frowned, that meant his internal injuries were extensive as well, the weaker healing potions would do more harm than good. 

“Malachai,” she pulled out her last high grade healing potion and prompted him gently, glad that he was still somewhat alert, “take another potion, I suspect you suffered heavily internally.”

“Do I have to?” Malachai whined a little, remembering how painful it was the first time he ingested a similar looking potion. 

Lenora smiled sadly at him, gently stroking his cheek, “Yes, my dear fledgling. You need to. Don’t you want to see Cedric and Ramiel? They are coming as quickly as they can. More help is coming. You need to survive to see them.”

“I don’t think it’s helping though.” The scout murmured, his voice fading out again. 

Her reply was soft but resolute, “We have to try. Can you do that for them? Please Malachai. I want you to see your brothers.” 

The harpy seemed so kind, and her touch was so gentle, and she only wanted the best for him. Malachai couldn’t help but lean into her. If Lenora was truly part of Ramiel and Cedric’s new family, he was assured that they were in good hands. If he survived, he would like to join them too. 

“Alright.” Again, he let her feed him the healing potion, this time Lenora was quick to follow up with another vial of painkiller potion. 

Malachai breathed in slow ragged breaths, “Thanks…you…” he could feel his body become slightly warmer. 

Lenora spread her other wing to cover his chest and partially his tail, remembering his complaint about being cold. Worry etched onto her brow, she could feel the warmth of his body slowly slipping again. There weren't any high grade potions left. Even if there were, Lenora wasn’t sure if Malachai’s body would be able to handle another dose without additional supplements. She vowed to keep Malachai awake for as long as possible. It was the least she could do. 

“What happened to you? Were you part of a large battle?” She asked. It was odd. His injuries didn’t match up from what could be typical injuries from battle. Like Leto said earlier, it looked like someone tortured this poor fledgling. 

Malachai’s one hand gripped onto a few of her flight feathers tightly, “Nooo… we… accused wrongly. Punished. By… Petras.” He bared his teeth in anger. 

That name sounded familiar. Lenora was sure she heard it from her boys at one point or another. But all this, just for punishment? This was concerning, this was even worse than what that Grey Knight did to Jophiel and Claude. 

“Shitty first born. Shitty chaplain.” Malachai grumbled. He suddenly gasped, “Cedric! Ramiel! Are they alright? Are they safe?”

“Yes, dear fledgling. Your brothers. They are safe, they are well cared for.” Lenora cooed. 

The scout mumbled, confused, “Fledgling? I am not a bird.” 

The harpy chortled, “That’s a term to describe younglings in my language.”

Lenora looked fondly at Malachai who was pouting a little. He reminded her so much of her Ramiel. 

“I’m not young. I’m… Almost four decades old!” The mer insisted. 

“And I’m over five decades old, youngling.” She chuckled. 

“Oh.” Malachai let out a weak sigh, he was young after all. He turned and rested his forehead against Lenora’s legs, wanting to sleep. He was so tired. In the next second, a clamor of voices sounded nearby and two large figures flew over to him, frantically calling his name. 

“Malachai!”

Ramiel and Cedric were moving as fast as they could, once they heard about Lenora and Leto finding a wounded Black Templar while on patrol. Trying to push themselves to move even faster once they realized it was Malachai.

‘Please.’ Ramiel thinks, ‘Oh God Emperor- let us be able to save Malachai this time.’

Ramiel calls out to Malachai again, his hearts going to his stomach as his brother barely twitches a little when they had first called out to him. “Malachai!”

He very gently grabs one of the other’s hands Cedric is in Apothecary mode as he tries his best to patch up his brother, Ramiel helping by getting him tools and calling out to Malachai as the other cracked his blue eyes open to see them.

“Ah- you are… Here too.” Malachai slurs out.

“Keep awake,” Ramiel says, blinking tears from his eyes, “Live brother, please.”

Cedric turned to Lenora, “Danke, mutter. We can take over now. What healing potions did you give him” he asked. 

“Two sets of high grade healing potion with a painkiller potion. It didn’t look like it’s done anything so I suspect he’s injured badly internally.” She replied, frowning. 

“You’re right.” Cedric barely could muster a clear reply, unable to meet his mother’s gaze. 

Lenora didn’t read too far into his troubling, almost knowing expression; she would ask him later. Saving Malachai took priority anyway. She stood and touched his shoulder, “I’ll give you boys space to work.” Lenora was moving out of their way when a tug on her wingtips made her look down. Her heart clenched when she saw Malachai still hanging on, “Malachai, dear, you can let go now. Cedric and Ramiel are here to help you.” 

“Okay.” Malachai said, sounding a tad dejected. Lenora's gaze softened. She reached under one wing and yanked out one of her large secondary flight feathers and placed it in his hand, “It’s yours to keep. For good luck.”

“So soft…” Malachai mumbled, marveling at the feather in his hands. 

“Danke.” Came his soft reply as his hand tightened around the feather. Lenora then joined Leto to the side, letting the boys work on their brother. A few minutes later, Kallium and Erriox arrived carrying a stretcher between them; along with Osteron, an Iron Warrior apothecary. He immediately flew to Cedric’s side. 

“Apothecary Cedric. What’s the diagnosis?” Osteron asks.

Cedric reports the wounds that Malachai has, the words are from memory, as much as they are from assessing him again; he ends with, “... The high level healing potions aren’t working.”

“M’cold again.” Malachai announced to Cedric, blinking up at his brother. He knew that Ramiel was nearby, and as the cold grew deeper he fumbled with the hand not holding the soft feather for the Judiciar. “Wasn’t your fault, Rami.”

Ramiel flinched, moving closer, reaching out and gently holding Malachai’s weakly flailing hand in both of his “I… I don’t…” He really didn’t want to try to have this conversation in front of Osteron, who was quite likely listening closely to what they were saying. 

“Not your fault… Petras’ bastardness. It’s not your fault, what he makes you do.” Malachai murmured earnestly, his bright blue eyes hazy and unfocused, though he was trying valiantly to actually look at Ramiel as he spoke. He paused for a moment, panting shallowly, out of breath before trying to find Cedric - who was desperately trying to keep him alive… Was that his mentor, lurking nearby? No… His coloration was off. But if Cedric trusted him near them, then so would Malachai. “Ced… Cedric. He’s gonna go after the others. I’m… I don’t think I’m gonna make it much further… N’ you gotta conserve the stuff you’ve got for them.”

“If… If you say so, Malachai.” Ramiel answered back, his voice wavering a little, and his eyes shining over-bright with tears that he refused to shed, at least not right now. He was focused on trying to calm and soothe Malachai while the Apothecaries attempted to save his life. He really hoped that they would be able to save him this time. “You’ve got to live, Malachai. You need to properly meet mama. I know that you’ll come to love her, as much as we do now.” 

Malachai’s voice was a shade quieter when he replied,  “I did meet her... Your mutter,… she’s nice.”

Cedric was listening closely to what Malachai had to say, even as he searched through his satchel of supplies. The high level healing potions weren’t working - probably because Malachai did not have enough energy to sustain the healing that he needed. His hands were rock steady, despite the tremors that were running through his body and the rapid flicking of his dorsal fin, and the way the tip of his tail whipped back and forth in high agitation. “The… The others are safe, Mal, I promise.”

“Really?” Malachai asked, a drowsy hopeful smile on his face. He was so cold, but the pain was going away again, which was really nice. 

“Truly, Brother. They… Brother Apothecary Xonfried is teaching the… The rest of your squad basic first aid procedures, and will be going over that for the next few hours. He knows better than to try and interrupt the chief Apothecary while he’s teaching, at least. By the time they’re done, Petras should have calmed down.” Cedric gently lied. There was no way to succinctly explain where and when they were, especially as Malachai was clearly not processing anything very well, or he would have reacted poorly to the Iron Warrior Apothecary who’d arrived. 

Malachai felt some of the tension that he’d managed to hold onto, through the pain, the cold and the slowly encroaching darkness, a smile warming his face as he let his eyes drift shut. Everything was blurry, anyways. “I’m so glad to hear that. Love you both.” His shallow breathing began to slow down, and his hearts were slowing down as well.

“No… No no no no! Not again! Please, Malachai, you need to stay awake! You need… You need to keep fighting, there’s… There’s got to be something we can do to help… Help you heal up!” Cedric growled, frantically dumping out the entire contents of his satchel, grabbing the most potent healing potion he had and lunging towards his brother who Wasn’t Going To Die Again, damn it!

A strong black and yellow striped hand grabbed at his wrist.

Cedric struggled and hissed, lunging at the wrist with teeth bared, about to bite when Osteron’s voice resounded in his ears “Stop, Cedric. Your brother is dead, and you know this as well as I do. Perhaps if he had appeared closer to one of the established bases, we might have been able to save him, but out here? He was too unstable to move, and we don’t have the resources necessary to stabilize him, much less save his life. Giving him that now would only prolong his suffering.” 

A low, furious growl rumbled from Cedric’s chest, and his bright blue eyes darkened with rage as he struggled against the older Apothecary’s iron grip “How dare you! How dare you stop me from trying to save him! You just want to butcher him, take him apart piece by piece in order to see what the differences between Primaris and Firstborn marines are on a physical level!” Cedric lobbed the high grade healing potion at Ramiel, knowing the other would catch it, even as he continued to struggle and hiss at Osteron.

“You are allowing your grief to say things you know aren’t true, Cedric.” Osteron countered, voice low, almost monotone in his lack of open emotion, both in voice and face. Callous, unfeeling bastard traitor!

Ramiel caught the high level healing potion and checked Malachai over, his hearts sinking low. “Cedric…”

“What? Give him the potion! Open his mouth and tip it down his throat if he won’t open his eyes.” Cedric ordered, still thrashing and growling at Osteron, trying to escape the older Apothecary’s grip. 

“His hearts have stopped beating, and he isn’t breathing anymore. He’s still warm, but… He’s gone.” Ramiel murmured, misery, guilt and sorrow warring for dominance in his hearts, tears starting to fall from his eyes. 

All of the fight abruptly left Cedric and he goes limp in the older Apothecary’s grip, his shoulders starting to shake violently as tears began to stream down his face “I failed him… Again…”

Familiar rough hands clasped his upper arms, though he could barely hear Erriox’s stern quiet voice. 

“Cedric… Look at me.”

Erriox nodded to Osteron to let go. 

It took Cedric a moment or two to comply, wrenching his eyes away from his brother's cooling corpse to look at Erriox “Ye-yes?”

His elder cousin’s amber eyes looked back at him, steadfastness and understanding in his gaze, “I know it is hard for you to believe me, but you did not fail your brother. It is not your fault that Malachai arrived here in the shape he was in. It is not your fault that there are no resources here that could possibly stabilize and save Malachai in such a place. That, as well as where he appeared is out of your control. Do not lay that guilt on yourself.” 

Cedric protested, “That last healing potion! That could’ve… It could’ve saved him!” 

Erriox was patient as he refuted his argument, “Cedric. Think about it. Lenora gave Malachai two high grades already with painkillers. And still it did not seem to do anything. You know Osteron is correct. You are familiar with how healing potions work. You’ve seen how it has to draw on the body itself to heal the user’s wounds.”

“That last potion would have killed him. If not right there, then he would have died in transit.” The Iron Warrior apothecary added solemnly, “Considering pain killers were also used, that healing potion would have only caused him more suffering.”

“That’s not… I… Malachai could…” garbled words came out of his mouth as Cedric’s mind attempted to form sentences. He didn’t even register that it was him who was making the wails of grief, only the feeling of his broken heart being crushed by the heavy weight of knowing there were more of his brothers who were unjustly punished and beaten to near death out there somewhere. Malachai wasn’t the only one. If he couldn’t save Malachai, how would he be able to save the others if they found them?

Erriox wrapped his arms around his adopted son, letting the Primaris scout lean into him.

Cedric slowly leans into Erriox at first, before crumbling completely, allowing his papa to hold him as he weeps for Malachai. For his other brothers who had been badly beaten and he can’t help but wonder if any of the others have also appeared on Ancient Terra… But Unlike Malachai, they had not been found, or at least found by no one who would report their injuries, or their death… His hearts ache as he hides his face in one of Erriox’s shoulders, clinging tightly. Why was Malachai brought here, only to die again? It wasn’t fair! 

Ramiel tensed uncomfortably when he heard his brother’s mournful cries, his own tears blurring his vision. If we could’ve found you earlier, Malachai… he let out a shaky breath. Roughly wiping his eyes with his hand, he readies himself to give Malachai his final rites. He still had his job to do. 

Gentle hands patted his arm, making Ramiel look down at his harpy mother and cousin. He leans into her touch as Lenora wipes away more of his tears, “Mama…” he croaked, his throat feeling dry and swollen, choking the words that he wanted to voice. 

“Ramiel… I’m sorry about Malachai…” his mother replied, her tone gentle and sad. Two sets of wings wrapped around him. 

“I’m sorry for your loss, cousin.” Leto added. 

Ramiel sank on his tail and tightly hugged both of them, “It’s all my fault! I should’ve stopped him. Malachai wouldn’t have died like this!” He wept. His hearts hurt so much. 

“Stopped who, Fledgling?”  Lenora asks as she hugs him back.

“... My mentor, back in M42, Chaplain Captain Petras,” Ramiel says, “.... He has… A rather bad temper, and tends to go too far while punishing Primaris marines… Sometimes I was able to convince him to let me take the punishment in my brother's place if I realized he was going too far…. But..”

Lenora’s claws pushed on the back of his head, pressing his forehead against hers, “Then it would have been you who would die in Malachai’s place.” Her voice was full of sorrow. When she released him, Ramiel saw a pained expression on his mother’s face, “Malachai told me how Petras beat him. Punishing him unjustly and excessively for something him and his squad were innocent of. If you took his place, Petras would not stay his hand or be any less heavy-handed in his punishment.”

Leto growled, angry at the injustice, “That Petras is a disgusting sadist! I bet he gets his rocks off beating young mers like that!” 

“Leto… not at this time.” Lenora chided. 

“But it’s not wrong! How could any sort of mentor deal this kind of punishment to the point that even his tail is broken in two places! We all know that is debilitating, especially for a merperson!” The young gannet harpy snarled, her feathers raised in agitation. Ramiel flinches at that, Leto isn’t wrong, Petras could be… deliberate in how far he went. 

“... He’s a Chaplain,” Ramiel mumbles miserably, burying his face into his mother’s feathers in shame, “They are supposed to be the heart and soul of the pod. The Captain and officers the brain, the rest of the brothers the body, sword, shield, and armor.”

“A poisoned heart that is allowed to destroy the body does no one any good and should be replaced- “ she grumbles. 

“You may be right, but that is enough, Leto. Ramiel doesn’t need to hear any more of that.” Lenora scolds the younger harpy. 

Leto’s anger deflated when she saw how despondent her cousin became. She hugged him tightly and murmured, “I’m sorry, Ramiel.”

“S’okay.”  Came his muffled reply. 

Kalium’s voice cut through the air, “Not to hurry things along, but what do you need to do next, Ramiel?”

The young Judiciar straightened back up and wiped his eyes, feeling ashamed that the Iron Warrior mers had seen his moment of weakness, “We need to recover Malachai’s geneseed then conduct his final rites.” 

Cedric held several jars for the geneseed retrieval, “There should be enough containers to retrieve all of Malachai’s organs. Osteron has more if needed.” He says quietly. 

Lenora asked, “Ramiel, would you mind if we give our blessings to Malachai before you do so? It will be quick and then we will get out of your way.”

“Please do.” Malachai wouldn’t have minded anyways.

Lenora knelt by Malachai and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Son, may Skymother keep you. I pray that you will see your brothers again in your next life, under happier circumstances.” She smiled sadly, brushing away some stray hairs from his face. She then moved over for Leto. 

The gannet harpy plucked one of her secondary flight feathers and placed it in Malachai’s hand. Like Lenora, she kissed his forehead, “May Stormbringer guide you and bring your perpetrator to justice so that he will be punished for his sins. I pray that your soul be vindicated. Rest in peace, Cousin.”

Ramiel was touched by their words. He thanked the two harpies before they left. Lenora nuzzled him, “None of this is your fault, Ramiel. Please remember that.” 

He couldn’t really meet his adoptive mother’s gaze, “I… I will try.”

“I know.” Lenora patted his cheek before paying her farewells to the rest of the group. She then took off with Leto to return to the gannet roost. 

Cedric aided Osteron in preparing the body, his hands going through the motions, pausing for a moment before saying “I am… Unsure how Iron Warriors deal with their dead, beyond removing geneseed and any viable organs for use… But amongst the Black Templars, we cremate them and forge their ashes into blades, which are given to Brothers they were close to. To allow them to continue their Eternal Crusade, despite having fallen in battle.”

Ramiel had finished creating the funeral pyre for Malachai to be put to rest within. He held a jar of the sacred oils of anointment in his hands which were only trembling a little. He helped Cedric and the others carry Malachai’s dead body over to and placed properly within the pyre, murmuring the final prayers given to Dead Brothers as he spread the oil across his brows, chest and tail, finishing with a slightly shaky “As… As the purifying flames of the God-Emperor consume the flesh and souls of the wicked, the xenos and the heretic, His cleansing flames purify the bodies and souls of his fallen warriors. We are kindling to fuel the fires of the Eternal Crusade. The ash of Malachai’s body is to be forged into Blades of Remembrance, to arm his still living brothers, so he may continue to Crusade at our sides.”

Cedric stared into the flames, the acrid scent of burning flesh, of the taste of failure was pungent in his nose and on his tongue. Still, he diligently tended to the fire until all that was left of Malachai was ash and chunks of his larger bones. “We’re going to need a forge, and additional supplies to forge his ashes into blades of Remembrance. We will need to trade for time in the former, and for the supplies for the latter.” He mumbled. He’s not sure what the Iron Warriors will ask of them in payment for this, but from… From his interactions with not-papa, he hopes that they will also be reasonable, rather than opportunistic in their demands. 

He’s heard about a Salamander base, but that is allegedly weeks away, rather than the much-closer Steelix Base. Perhaps they would be willing to trade different kinds of materials? Cedric does have the specific weapons-pattern that the Blades of Remembrance are supposed to be forged into - and they are held as sacred by the Black Templar Chapter… Would the Iron Warriors ask for the weapons-pattern? His hearts churned uneasily at the thought. It would be sacrilegious to do so… But he’s already been consorting with members of a Traitor legion for some time now…

Ramiel stares into the flames, murmuring the prayers to guide Malachai’s soul into the Light of the God Emperor, and to join The Legion of the Damned -those brothers and cousins with souls Fiery and Stubborn enough to Serve, even in Death. He wonders how he and Cedric are going to trade and pay for the time in the Forge- and the specific items required to make the Blade of Remembrance. He’s got the oils, the prayers, and between him and Cedric should be able to make Proper blades, at least two.

Osteron and Kallium had left after Malachai’s body was laid onto the funeral pyre. They decided not to wait around as they had their own duties to tend to, leaving Erriox behind to accompany his two adopted Black Templar sons. 

The Iron Warrior mer was admittedly curious about the funerary rituals of that chapter, though he was quite sure that the Emperor of Mankind was very much a human and not a God in his time. He heard Cedric’s quiet mumble. It was interesting that they forge their fallen brothers’ ashes into weaponry allowing their soul to continue the fight against xenos and chaos. Erriox thought it was a rather smart idea to reuse their Astartes brothers like that, pity the sons of Perturabo hadn’t thought of it first nor had the time to bring that to fruition. He contemplated Cedric’s words then said to him, “I won’t deny that I am interested in your weapons design, but your mother would be disappointed if the sanctity of the funerary ritual for Malachai was treated callously. Steelix Base is not solely composed of Iron Warriors. There is a Salamander cousin who oversees the forges at the base. I can negotiate with him unless you prefer to go to the Salamander base instesd.”

Hearing that, both Templars relaxed a little, “What would the price for that be?” Cedric warily asked. 

Erriox shrugged, “Likely assistance time and materials, but you should ask Korbak yourselves and see if his requests are reasonable or not.”

Ramiel paused in his prayers, saying, “Speaking with Korbak would be most ideal since Steelix Base is much closer to home. If that doesn’t work then we’ll contact the Salamander base.”

“I will get in touch with Korbak then.” Erriox answered, quickly sending a vox message to his cousin. 

Ramiel continues to murmur prayers as Cedric tends to the fire, churning the ashes, to ensure as much of Malachai’s body becomes ash. He coughs a little and closes his eyes briefly before opening them up again.

“Brother Malachai is… was strong of hearts, keen of mind, and zealous in his care of Our Brothers und devoted to Our Cause,” Ramiel begins, hoping his voice isn’t shaking or Cracking with grief. As the … highest ranking Chaplain (in training, and not even a decade into it, at that) it was his duty to start the Tales of Glory. 

He continues on, embellishing (only a little bit) the Greatest Battle he knew of, that Malachai had participated in. Speaking of his valours and triumphs. Of the lessons he’d taught and of the might of his sword arm. After he finished telling all of the Tales of Battle that he knew that Malachai had participated in his voice had gone quiet. He was painfully aware that most brothers who fall can have hours of stories- of many battles.

Ramiel was frantically casting his mind about- they still have a pyre to tend to, ashes to take care of, but he doesn’t recall any more battles or stories that show the Valor, The Honor, the Righteous Fury of his brother (that … doesn’t involve Him or… less than kind First Born Loyalist older brothers and cousins).

“... I-if there are any others who have m-more stories to tell of Malachai,” Ramiel ends, feeling painfully inadequate and like he was failing his brother. Again. “You may speak of them now.”

Erriox noticed a silence after Ramiel prompts for more stories of Malachai. Not surprising, as Malachai died so young, not even four decades old. He inwardly cringes at the thought of how long and tedious such rituals would be for Black Templar Astartes more than three hundred years old. Perhaps he should say something, out of respect, and to support the two scoutlings. Lenora would be pleased for him to do so. 

“I do not know Malachai, but Lenora and I would be glad to have him to join our family had he survived.” A sudden inspiration struck and Erriox continued, “Malachai, once you are reforged, always strike true to the heart of your enemies.”

Cedric quietly listened to Ramiel’s recitation, cognizant of which stories that his brother was choosing not to share - while they showed how brave and stalwart Malachai was, it would also reveal certain… Unfortunate at times inner workings of the chapter to outsiders… And the young Apothecary had been keenly aware of how furious Cousin Leto was over what had happened to poor Malachai… Should she hear the precise details as to why and how he’d gotten so badly injured… He wasn’t sure what she would attempt, but merAstartes were very powerful, and he did not want her badly beaten or killed for trying to avenge Malachai. 

He cleared his throat a little, offering up “Malachai was an excellent leader, among his Brothers. He would do his best to ensure that those who were placed under his command were treated as well as he could manage, and would ensure that they were provisioned with everything they needed for missions.” There. That was both true and probably wouldn’t raise any alarm. Cedric hoped.

If Erriox was suspicious of anything, he certainly didn’t show it. He assisted them in collecting Malachai’s ashes. “Cedric, Ramiel, do you want to take Malachai’s remains home or to the base?” he asked. 

Cedric glanced over at Ramiel, mulling over Erriox's question. “I think… I think I'd rather have his remains at home. At least until we've been able to negotiate for forge time and the supplies we need to create Blades of Remembrance. Rami, how do you feel?”

Ramiel looked down at the containers full of geneseed in his arms, “I… agree. Malachai should stay with us for the time being. If that’s fine with you, cousin.” They won’t have to worry about anybody potentially stealing Malachai’s geneseed and… it would be nice for Malachai to have a place at home with them and be part of their family for however long they could keep his remains. Erriox and Lenora didn’t mind that Catius kept Atlas’ remains at their nest for a long time, before he finally brought Atlas to the geneseed storage at the base. They wouldn’t mind if he and Cedric did the same for Malachai. 

“That’s fine.” Erriox replied, “Let’s get Malachai home then.”

Ramiel ended with a voice full of regret, “I know that you, Malachai, and Mama told me that it’s not our fault, but it’s hard not to blame myself. I had beat him with the electro whip because of my mentor’s orders. Because he is a Primaris, he could take more physical punishment so Honorable Chaplain Petras wouldn’t allow me to stop. I could’ve stopped. I should’ve stopped.” he broke down, painfully reminding the Iron Warrior mer of how young he actually was.

Erriox quietly listened, grimacing from hearing Ramiel refer to his sadistic mentor as “Honorable Chaplain”. It left a bad taste in his mouth. And here he thought that the Iron Warriors were well trained due to trauma. Just how brainwashed were these Primaris marines? He sighed, then answered Ramiel, “You listened to your mentor, but he still beat Malachai until he died. Even if you did stop, he would beat Malachai worse and your brother’s fate would still remain the same. Perhaps worse, he forces you to watch or finish off your brother.” 

“I… suppose.” his adopted son mumbled.

“Some guilt will live with us until the moment we die. No one can truly outrun it, we could only manage it.”

“Did Mama teach you to say that?” Ramiel side-eyed the firstborn Iron Warrior. It definitely sounded like something Lenora would say. 

Checking over his shoulder to see his mate still sleeping, Erriox chuckled slightly, “Something like it.” He then asked him, “What do you know of the Fourth Legion’s history?”

Ramiel recited as his mind recalled the lessons of each legion’s history, “They said the Fourth was under the traitor Perturabo. They were logistically an effective fighting force specializing in siege warfare, but the primarch held little love for his sons. The first thing he did when he met the Iron Warriors was to decimate his own legion. Everything and everybody was a piece to be used, including daemons. They do not worship under any specific chaos god.“

“Enough.” Erriox frowned, shame creeping into the back of his mind. It was no secret that Perturabo hated his sons. They were never good enough, effective enough. However, it was one thing to know the truth himself, but to hear it spoken aloud from someone else’s mouth was disconcerting at best.

Ramiel flinched, noticing Erriox’s darkened expression, “Did I say something wrong?” He asked nervously. 

The Iron Warrior mer let out a sigh and gestured Ramiel to follow him, “No. Come with me. I want to show you something.”

The Black Templar mer followed his firstborn cousin to the work table and watched as Erriox took a small wooden box from the shelf above it. 

“What is it?” Cedric’s sleep-muddled voice asked, “Morning.” He added when the other two turned to look at him. 

“Morning, bruder. I am… speaking with Erroix, you can go back to sleep if you’d like to, Cedric,” Ramiel says.

Cedric shook his head and floated over to the work table, “I want to see what you’re looking at too.”

It was a somewhat plain box with symbols carved along the edges of the lid, closed shut with a simple latch and pin. Ramiel was curious to see what’s in the box- noticing the way Erriox grabs it, solemn and holding it like it contains something painful, or at least holds tokens of painful memories. 

Inside were several talons, large and small, each twined with a few feathers and beads carved from seaglass and shells in aesthetically pleasing bundles. There were also small bunches of feathers tied together in a similar fashion. Three large grey scales likely from another Iron Warrior mer and a small shard of bright blue ceramite armor laid among the talons and feathers. 

Cedric quickly blinked the sleep from his eyes, “Is that from Atlas’ armor?” He asked. 

Erriox confirmed his identification, “Yes, there were several more pieces we had to remove from Atlas’ armor so Catius decided to keep one here.”

Ramiel quickly understood what the box was. He could smell the similarities between the talon bundles and his harpy mother, “These are the remains of those who have died…” he said softly. He noticed there were a fair number of the talon and feather bundles, which worried his hearts with the thought of how fragile and short his Mama’s life was compared to theirs. Ramiel didn’t dare voice that thought though, he didn’t want to further worry Cedric and Erriox. 

The three grey scales caught Ramiel’s eyes. Glancing over to Cedric, he noticed his eyes were pinned on the dried blood on the scales. 

“Are they from your brother?” He asked Erriox carefully, nervous about offending him with his question. 

The Iron Warrior mer took one of the scales out, looking at it with a nostalgic expression, “These scales belonged to my brother and mentor, Rannok. You both know about the decimation of the Fourth.” He looked at the two Scoutlings who nodded, “As a legion, we had to follow as our genefather decreed, not following his orders was out of the question. We were ordered to beat the chosen brothers to death using our bare claws. My brother, Rannok, was unlucky enough to draw the short straw in our group. I took part in killing him. He did not die a quick death.” Erriox became solemn as he put the scale back, “This was all I could recover from him.” 

Erriox looked at his boys, an almost pained expression on his face. It was the first time they’ve seen their scout sergeant/ paternal figure lose his stoic demeanor like this, “You are not alone in feeling this way. The longer you live, the more regret and guilt you will endure, it’s a matter of how well you can move on from it with the lessons you’ve learned.” He let out a bitter huff, “Rannok was a good mentor and a close brother of mine and I helped tear him apart. Even now, there are times I wonder what would happen if I protested, or took his place.”

Both Scoutlings were stunned into silence. They were taught that the traitorous Fourth were callous and unfeeling of their own. Always thinking on how someone could be of use and disposed of if not useful. Not once had they thought that the Iron Warriors would have a sense of brotherhood among them. Not once had they thought about how similar or even worse punishments the other legion went through. They saw that Rannok’s death still affected their Firstborn cousin; this was the first time Erriox openly said anything to them about it. Hearing that story, Ramiel, while still feeling guilty over Malachai, understood what his elder cousin was trying to say and was glad that he was not alone. 

A gentle voice interrupted their thoughts, “Then I don’t think I would have met you in this universe at this time as you are, perhaps.” Lenora sidled in under Erriox’s arm, leaning relaxed against his torso with one wing wrapped around his back. 

“Guten morgen, Mama/Mutter.” The Scoutlings greeted her. 

“Morning, love.” Erriox purred as he shared a loving kiss with his mate. 

“Morning, love.” Lenora replied warmly and nuzzled him. She then turned to Cedric and Ramiel with a kind smile, “Morning, boys. I see Erriox has shown you the box with the remains of our loved ones.”

“Yes, Mama.” Ramiel answered. 

“This box is a way to show that our loved ones, who passed on, still have a place in our hearts and in our home.” Lenora explained, “If you have a part of Malachai you wish to keep here, you can. Like all of your brothers, both of you have access to this box whenever you wish since you are part of our family.”

Cedric and Ramiel felt touched by their adoptive mother’s words. It’s such a beautiful and sincere gesture and it reminded them of the relics that their chapter carried with them. Cedric looked at Ramiel, who nodded. He swam over to his nest and returned holding a small bag containing some of Malachai’s remaining bone shards. Putting the bag into the box, Cedric said, “Malachai, you’re home now. You’re safe here with Rami and I, the rest of our Brothers, and Mama and Papa. Once you’re reforged, we’ll take you to see brother Roland and Arnault and their bonded. You would like them. They are very kind.” Though his hearts remained heavy, knowing a piece of Malachai can remain at home with them, lightened the sorrowful burden. 

“Mama, may I give a blessing for them?” Ramiel asked, not wanting to overstep cultural boundaries and disrespect his mother. She smiled at him, “Of course you can.”

Ramiel smiled back, “Danke.” He poured a little holy oil onto his finger and swiped the lip of the box and then its lid, then spoke reverently, “God-Emperor grant us your blessing. Protect these kind souls who have taken in our brother Malachai. May you always keep them in your golden light.”

“Thank you for your blessing, Ramiel. That was lovely of you to say that.” Lenora said as soon as he was done. 

Both her and Erriox were slightly taken aback when the two Black Templar Scoutlings suddenly hugged them together. 

“Danke. Thank you, Mama, Papa, for allowing Malachai to stay here with us and join your family.” Cedric said in his quiet whisper-purr. 

Ramiel lifted up Lenora so he could nuzzle both his adoptive parents more easily, “Thank you for all the help you’ve given us to take care of Malachai. Danke, thank you for everything.”

Lenora and Erriox shared a quick, but fond smile with one another before replying to their adopted sons, “You will always have our support.”

“You are part of our family, we’re here to help you when you need us."

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A centaur seeks illicit surgery in an alien bodily modification club. Two medieval monks react to their transformation and demonic pregnancy in very different ways. A resourceful trans teen destroys sports bigots through the power of pluckiness...and abundant body horror. A stellar cathedral crosses galaxies to dump the corpse of God into a star before the mission devolves into a panoply of psychedelic orgies. A doxxed teen falls victim to violent assault and dishes out some harrowing retribution of their own. Over thirty Trans and Gender Nonconforming creators unite to voice their rage, and the rules of conventional Horror go out the f$%&ing window in this collection featuring murderous pleasure-bots; proselytizing zombies; acid-filled alien cops; science run amok; sorcerers, ghouls, cannibals...and that barely scratches the grave-dirt.

Blood from Stone by Bellamy Scott | ebook PWYW

Hitting a deer while driving a country road is unfortunate, but common enough that no one expects it to re-order the fabric of reality as they know it. For Sam, a rogue stag on a summer night takes his husband, his life, and his name in a single blow. As months of grief pass, he things he's begun to get used to his new reality, until an encounter with a childhood friend changes it all over again. BLOOD FROM STONE is a story of an old lady doing good deeds for bloody boys on the side of the road, of poisoned wine, and of a trans man Becoming Real.

Becoming Light by Riley Nash | ebook free

When people meet me, they see a bright faced, happy-go-lucky kindergarten teacher who will do anything to support his friends. Not everyone knows the struggle I’ve faced to become the man I am today.  Now it’s finally time for the gender-affirming surgery I’ve been dreaming of for years. But when an emergency leaves me without a caretaker, the only person who can take me in is my best friend’s aloof, reclusive, and incredibly sexy dad. The one who has no bedside manner and struggles to communicate. The one I’ve had a crush on for years. The deeper we see into each other’s worlds, the stronger the attraction gets. I’m not sure either of us can make it through the next four days without giving in. Trans man MC

��TransRightsReadathon Sale by Matthew Zakharuk | ebook 50% off, $2.50

a story of trans transhumanism + a dystopian gothic

[that-one-i-think]

you don't have to answer this if you don't want to but do you have any mcd hcs you'd like to share 👉👈 (im sorry you're just a really cool person)

Oh never feel bad for asking so here we go!

- Laurence's eyes after being blind are a very pale green that can get mistaken for blue. If one was able to look in his eyes you would immediately see the green.

- Demiromantic Malachai. Ghost boy was stuck in one point of his life for centuries, so his brain still has trouble processing emotions quickly.

- Levin and Malachai both had a crush on Liochant, but in the way a person gets a crush on an attractive guy doing you a small favor. It's not a full crush, but it happened.

- Cadenza still sews as a way to process her emotions, and it is very normal for visiting lords to receive items of clothing.

- Strong man build Garroth. The man is a bit of a bear.

- Laurence's body type is that of a sprinter. Corded muscle but on the skinny side.

- Aphmau has no object permanence. She places something down and it is gone to the void.

- The area around Meteli is covered in roses. Appeared after the shadow knight second season and now just took over.

That's all I have for rn.

[gonedreaminggg]

ITS TIME ITS TIME

my unhinged laurance zvahl headcanons 🫠

- Laurance has a BUNCH of ear piercings. Candenza made him swear not to get any facial piercings, and she's one of the only people he listens to. He did get a belly button piercing to spite her tho :)

- He has a lot of nervous ticks. He used to play with his hair when it was long, but when Cadenza cut it, he started cracking his knuckles and picking at his nailbeds. When Aphmau notices him doing this, she lets him play with her hair.

- GARRANCEMAU. POLYCULE. It was kind of unspoken for a while, and then Garroth got left behind in the Irene Dimension. So, Laurance and Aph got really close. However, nothing was official so she got with Aaron. Laurance and Garroth only ever realized after he had died. Garroth understood, he knew that the polycule wasn't too serious. However, Laurance on the other hand, didn't understand that. Plus, he was dealing with the calling and whatnot. There was a rift in the relationship for a while after that.

- All of the kids in the village love Laurance. I mean, we know he was one of Malachai's biggest role models, and Laur had also grown attached to him. But, he also kinda becomes Naoki (Nekoette but less problematic) and Dmitri's babysitter. He's always been good with kids, but MY IRENE he cannot handle Naoki. Leona also likes to hang around him, as well.

- Laurance used to have a fascination with fire when he was little. (i mean the man has adhd and u know how we r with fire.) He would stare at it for hours. It was the only thing that really calmed his brain. But now, he can't stand it. He can stay near a fire for warmth of course, but he's never the one to start or feed it. He can't look at it anymore. Too many memories. The fire is literally a part of him now. His new body was forged from it. There's no need to stare into the flames. He just has to look in the mirror.

- He's still blind, somewhat. His eyesight wasn't miraculously healed. He has to wash his face in the fountain of Lady Irene every so often, or his vision will completely blur. Even then, there's still spots that never go away, mostly on the outer field of his vision. He has reading glasses, as well.

- He's very physically affectionate. He plays with Aphmau's hair. He grazes over Garroth's hands constantly, running his thumb on all the marks in his palm or his scarred knuckles. When he was younger, he would always find something to fiddle with on Cadenza's clothes.

- He would model for Cadenza a lot. Before becoming a Shadow Knight, he was very comfortable in his body and his masculinity, so playing dress up was honestly very fun.

- Laurance always has to do something with his hands, so he takes up a lot of different crafts. Tying knots, woodcarving (thank you @xerith-42 for that one lmao), making jewelry. (In my hc my OC taught him how to make jewelry, but we don't have to get into that now haha)

- Laurance has Brazilian heritage, and even though he was an orphan, there's a large Brazilian population in Meteli and he was raised around the culture. Hayden kept Laurance very informed on his roots, and in turn Cadenza got to experience all of this as well. (I wanna go into this further at some point but I want to do the proper research first.)

- Since SKs don't need as much sleep, most nights Laurance just wanders Phoenix Drop. That's why he's usually the first to know when something's wrong.

- Before Laurance became an official guard, he was sort of a... vigilante. Bringing justice in the dead of night type beat. When he was younger, in his early teens, there was a high crime rate in Meteli. So, if Laurance saw someone stealing, or trying to break in somewhere, he'd tie them up and leave them outside the guard station for the authorities to deal with them.

Alright have fun with this one crazies

[drkmgs]

WIPs that are overdue.

Tyler's Sibling Final Chapter Wednesday Addams x GN! Reader Galpin You gasped for air as you sat up on your bed. You looked around. You barely recognise this room. You hear dishes being smashed downstairs. You immediately scrambled off the bed for the door and ran downstairs. There, you see a beast hovering over your brother, ready to strike. As your mother would say, you were always brave, so you called the beast to you. It immediately faced you. There is one thing that made you stop – It is the same brown eyes as Tyler and you.

The Writer's Reader

Lady Lesso x Chantea Withlock (OC) Chapter 3 You arrived at Gavaldon. To your surprise, it is quite the opposite of what you expected. It didn't look gloomy and depressed, like how the people would describe it as you told them you were visiting Gavaldon. People were very cheerful and friendly. Your surroundings were filled with colours and content smiles. "You know. Ever since those girls Agatha and Sophie came back, everything seems to fall into place." You heard an old lady say to a much younger woman.

Shapeshifters Wednesday Addams x Reader Weems For you, it was unchallenging to find what Wednesday's powers are. Immediately when you opened your oldest journal, it presented you - a Raven. A psychic who experiences negative visions. Your conclusion is that she's a raven who sees the darker side of the past and future.

Whatever This Is Warnings: NSFW, age gap, boss x employee, flirting, coffee shop romance, etc. pairings: Cate Blanchett × Female Reader Synopsis: Is it odd to be employed for a year already and still haven't seen or met your employer?— That's the case of Yves Calloway, a freshly hired barista at a small coffee shop. In one year, she has become the store's employees' favourite. Gwyneth Fleetwood is a stunning businesswoman and the owner of Castaway Cafè. She's been preoccupied with her other businesses and hasn't had the time to visit her Cafè. Now that her curiosity has gotten to her, she has to know who Yves Calloway is and find out why her employees are keen on her.

Oath keeper

Brienne of Tarth x Daemyra Macklyn (OC) Warnings: SFW (for now), forbidden relationship, oath-breaking (?), Synopsis: Daemyra Macklyn. The 2nd and youngest daughter of the Dragonlord and Lord of the Phoenix Hill - Malachai Macklyn. She is also known as the oathbreaker. She ain't a knight, but knights tend to break their oath as soon as they laid eyes upon the young lady. Brienne of Tarth, The Lord Commander. The one who stands loyal to her oath and seeks through it, even after death. Would the oath keeper be able to resist the oathbreaker?

[sunshinies]

✧❅ Kaeya Alberich inspired names/prns/titles!❆✧

art by x! for anon!

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⚔️ names:

achilles, adrian , alexis , amadeus , ambrose , anders , ansel , aristotle , arthur , atticus , auguste , augustus , blair , bowie , cassius , cecil , chance , chioni , colin , colton , cyril , declan , dimitri , ezra , gabriel , gunnar , icarus , joel , jude , julian , julius , keith , lachlan , laurent , lazarus , malachai , maximillian , mordecai , percy, pierce , princeton , rhys , seamus , silas , sivert, sterling, terence , theodore, vincent , xerxes , yves

🤍 pronouns:

ice/ices/iceself , snow/snows/snowself , ae/ aeir/aeirself , myst/mysts/mystself , abyss/ abyss/abysself , fro/frost/frostself , cel/celes/ celeself , cae/caer/caerself , pavo/pavos/ pavoself , cryo/cryos/cryoself

❄️ titles:

the heir of the godless city, his frostbiting embrace , the son of undying hope , he whose eyes never shut , knight of the shimmering glacier , the son of great prophecy , the eye of the peacock's feather

prns and gendered terms may be replaced.

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additional tags: @eternoelle @hauntingidol @delusielle @puriette @the-astropaws

[hannahhook7744]

Meet Remington Phoenix de Vil;

Fc: Isabella Gomez.

Fic Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook.

Nickname(s): Remi, Rem, Remi the rat, R.P, guitar boy, Can boy, Bottle Boy, Shell boy, Shelby, Hemy Remy, Remy Semi, Remy the Semi, Remster, Rem Rem, Saint Remigius, Frater, Fratrem,  Newt Halivard, Remi Star, Remi Hemingway, De Vil Boy,the Oarsman, the rower, Phoenix Ve Dil, the youngest de vil, and Hannah's 4th mate.

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic.

Pronouns: He/him.

Birthday: December 10th.

Height: 5"2.

Hair Color: Half Black and Half white.

Eye Color: Hazel.

Place of Birth: Isle of the Lost.

Hobbies: Baking, cooking, reading, drawing, dancing, listening to music, dagger tossing, playing gutiar, sailing, swimming, and food art.

Likes: Music, food, daggers, comfy hoodies, dying his hair, books, learning to make different types of food, collecting gutair pics, exploring, hanging out with his friends, axolotls, cats, dogs, learning different dances, learning different ways to play the gutair, learning how to make different kinds of music, customizing his glasses, scouts, sleeping, his friends doing stupid things when he's in charge, etc.

Dislikes: Being disrespected, bigots, people wasting food, disloyalty, his cousins and brothers' inventions exploding in the house, being woken up to said inventions exploding, long hair, being woken up to his mother screaming, furs, people tampering with his food, his grandmother visiting, and the song 'Cruella De Vil'.

Favorite musicians: Cavetown, The Dalmatians, Ateez, The Wizards, Winehouse, Lucy, NOAHFINNCE, and the Hex girls.

Physical Quirks/Scars: His crew tattoo and freckles.

Family: Hades (Ancestor), Melione (Ancestor), Queen Charlotte (Ancestor), Princess Ivy (Ancestor), Judge Dimsdale de Vil (Ancestor), Dintia de Vil (great grandmother), Oscar de Vil (great grandfather), Malachai de Vil (great uncle) , Mallory de Vil (grandmother), Dupree de Vil (grandfather), P.H de Vil (first cousin once removed), Cecil de Vil (Uncle), Divus de Vil (Uncle), Cyrus de Vil (Uncle), Cotton de Vil (Uncle), Charles de Vil (cousin), Hunter de Vil (first cousin once removed), Ivana de Vil (cousin), Diego de Vil (cousin), Cruella de Vil (mom), and Carlos de Vil (brother).

Honorary Family: His crew and Hadie.

Friends: His crew.

Pets: His axolotals, a black cat, and a white cat.

Love Interest: None at the moment.

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Niether. He's realistic.

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert.

Occupation: High school student and 4th mate and chef of Hannah Hook's crew.

Extracurriculars: Boy Scouts, School Band, Art club, Member of the Misty-eyed Knights, Dance Club, and Cooking Club.

Favorite Animal: Axolotls.

Favorite Color: Yellow.

Favorite Book: 'The Little Book of Axolotl Wisdom: Live Your Life Like The World's Weirdest, Cutest Salamander' by Jessica Allen.

Favorite Food: Chocolate chip cookies.

Favorite Drink: Sweet Tea.

Favorite Movie/TV Show: Scooby Doo and Pirates of The Caribbean the documentary (which is what it is in the descendants verse).

Background: Remington Phoenix de Vil was born on the isle to Cruella de Vil nearly 2 years after his older brother, Carlos.

He met Peachy Gothel when he was 3 and joined Hannah Hook's crew alongside her when they were 6th. Making them the 3rd and 4th people to join her crew.

He became her 4th mate and has been a loyal crew mate ever since.

~~~~Playlist~~~~

"Worms" by NOAHFINNCE.

"Weird Kid" by Rosendale.

"Devil town" by Cavetown.

"This is home" by Cavetown.

"I'm just a kid" by Simple Plan.

"This song saved my life" by Simple Plan.

"Treehouse" by Alex G.

Inspired by @thecaptainsgingersnap and @theinnerworkingsofoc .

Suggest names for the pets in the comments down below.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

1989, Taylor Swift

(this edit series is currently in the works!! so not to 100% spoil my own edits but like, this is the same list I used to plan it!) but also as a rule, this album is 100% Abbie Hudson & Arianne Martin!

Welcome To New York: Kirsty Gilmore

Blank Space: Arianne Martin

Style: Betty Fabray x Mac Hudson, Amethyst Andrews x Sweet Pea, Anastasia Andrews x Jughead Jones

Out Of The Woods: Arianne Martin x Stiles Stilinski, Selena McCall x Derek Hale

All You Had To Do Was Stay: Helena x Klaus Hargreeves

Shake It Off: Kirsty Gilmore

I Wish You Would: Finley Rider x Prince Ben

Bad Blood: Willow Dell & Rory Gilmore, Arianne Martin & Allison Argent, Avalon & Mal, Amethyst Andrews & Veronica Lodge, Alia Kelly & Serena Van Der Woodsen

Wildest Dreams: Rosabelle Legume x Harry Hook x Prince Ben, Ariel Blossom x Malachai

How You Get The Girl: Ivy Knight x Oliver Queen

This Love: Abbie Hudson x Quinn Fabray

I Know Places: Bella Pressman x Harry Bingham

Clean: Kirsty Gilmore, Helena Hargreeves

Wonderland: Ophelia Wayne x Leander Zane Hayes, Anastasia Andrews x Jughead Jones

You Are In Love: Jacqueline Grant x Jess Mariano

New Romantics: Kyla Keller, Coco Bates, Abbie Hudson

Slut!: Sophie Dugray, Kyla Keller, Coco Bates

Say Don’t Go: Jeremy St James x Sebastian Smythe, Roxie Flores x Noah Puckerman

Now That We Don’t Talk: Evie Van Der Woodsen x Jenny Humphrey

Suburban Legends: Margot Kline x Neal Caffrey

Is It Over Now?: Sidney Hopper x Steve Harrington (ft. Billy & Nancy)

Sweeter Than Fiction: Aurora & Blaine & Cooper Anderson

Send me an album and, if I know the artist, I will try to associate to every song an oc/ship/crossover

[bvggcds]

(romantic & friend ) ship tag dump (to be added)

[janellaamess]

I got so inspired by the official art that I decided to draw my characters like that as well 🙈 putting a bit of my own spin in it :3 

Count down began can’t wait for new game @errantkingdomgame

[fanfics4all]

Riverdale Masterlist Part 2

KEY:  

❌=DARK AND COULD BE TRIGGERING!

* = Smut

❤️= Fluff

🙁= Angst 

♂= Male!Reader

♀= Fem!Reader

🧒=Child!reader

🎃= Halloween 

🦃= Thanksgiving

⛄= Holiday 

🎊= New Years Eve/ New Years Day

💋= Valentine’s Day

🐰= Easter

🏌= Father’s Day

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Alice Cooper:

Her First Costume*❤️🎃♂

The Farm🙁❤️❌🧒♀

Archie Andrew:

The Knight Of Camelot🙁❤️♀

Little Hearts*❤️💋♂

Foot Fetish*❤️🎃♀

Home Screen❤️♀

A Lodge Between Us:🙁❤️❌♀ 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

Betty Cooper:

Fuck Toy*🙁❤️♀  

Cheryl Blossom: 

The Doctor’s In*❤️🎃♀

Good Bad Boy*🙁❤️♂ Part 2

My First Mistress*❤️♂

Fangs Fogarty:

Under The Table🙁❤️⛄♂

New Arrival🙁❤️♀

Ahool❤️🎃♀

In the Sun❤️⛄♀

Fainting🙁❤️❌♀

Fred Andrews:

The Tables Have Turned🙁❤️🎃♀

FP Jones: 

Poison🙁❤️♀Part 2

Halloween Girl*❤️🎃♀

Once A Year🙁❤️🎃♀

Here Comes Trouble🙁❤️♀

Father Or Son?🙁❤️♀

Bad Medicine🙁❤️♀

First Punishment*❤️♀

Walked Over🙁❤️🧒♀

A Special Meal❤️⛄♀

Toni’s Advice🙁❤️🧒♀

Deep Sleep❤️⛄🧒♀

Knife Play*❤️🎃♀

Always Here🙁❤️♀

Hermione Lodge:

Promotion*♀

Good Girl And The Serpent*❤️♂

Perfect Match*❤️♀

Hiram Lodge:

Promotion*♀

Come Back To Bed*❤️♀ 

Party Planning Panic🙁❤️🧒♀

Jason Blossom:

Anything For Love🙁❤️♀

Joaquin Desantos:

Josie McCoy:

Jughead Jones:

The Family Circus🙁❤️🎃♀

Han and Kylo❤️🎃♀

I’m Jughead Jones❤️🎃♀

The Night*❤️🎃♀

The Stress Of Quarantine🙁❤️♀

Bringing Her In*🙁❤️♀

Aquaphobia🙁❤️❌♀

The J&J Incidence🙁❤️♀

Father Or Son?🙁❤️♀

Only Us❤️♀

Best Of Friends🙁❤️❌♀ Part 2

Walked Over🙁❤️♀

Study Stress🙁❤️♀

Breakthrough❤️♀

I’ll Protect You: 🙁❤️❌♀

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

Kevin Keller:

Three Blind Mice❤️🎃♂

Malachai:

Halloween Announcement🙁❤️🎃♀

Not My Girl🙁❤️❌♀

Ghoulie Dance🙁❤️♀

Birthday Gift*❤️♀

Blackmail🙁❌♀

Pegging*❤️🎃♀

Breeding*❤️🎃♀

Penny Peabody:

Polly Cooper:

Reggie Mantle:

Actually Mine🙁❤️🎃♂

Sweet Pea:

Han and Kylo❤️🎃♀

The Stress Of Quarantine🙁❤️♀

The Moments With Him🙁❤️♀

The J&J Incidence🙁❤️♀

Not His Girl *🙁❤️♀

According To Plan🙁❤️♀

Everything For Her🙁❤️♀

New Arrival🙁❤️♀

More Than My Reputation🙁❤️♀

Kisses❤️♀

Life Saver🙁❤️❌♀

Breaking The Rules*❤️♀

Morning Run❤️♀

There’s No We In Team🙁❤️❌♀

Strawberries🙁❤️♀

Size Difference*❤️🎃♀

Unexpected Snowstorm❤️⛄♀

Meeting the Family❤️♀

Summer Fling🙁❤️♀

Never Be A Lodge🙁❤️♀ Part 2, Part 3

Serpents By Blood🙁❤️♀ Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

Northside Serpent:*🙁❤️❌♀

Tom Keller:

In The Wrong?🙁❤️🎃♀

Toni Topaz:

The Doctor’s In*❤️🎃♀

Misreading*🙁❤️♂

After Party Mistake🙁♀

Veronica Lodge:

Our First Time*❤️♂

Just Friends🙁❤️♀

Camila Mendes: 

Secret Romance*❤️🎃♂ Part 2

Our Firsts*❤️♂

KJ Apa:

Announcement🙁❤️♀

Mädchen Amick:

Loving Proposal❤️💋♂

Just Like Old Time❤️♂  

[ao3feed-merlin]

Male Reader One-Shots/Drabbles (REQUESTS CLOSED)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2X15ZcF

by demiwitch_of_mischief, slytherinjennie

What it says in the title. A book dedicated to one shots or drabbles with your favorite male fictional characters. A lot of chapters contain smut, fluff, angst, ect.

(MALE READER x VARIOUS)

Words: 713, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga), Fruits Basket (Anime 2019), Fruits Basket, The Umbrella Academy (TV), The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV), The Witcher (TV), The 100 (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Diabolik Lovers, Vampire Knight (Anime & Manga), Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall (Cartoon & Comics), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball, American Horror Story, Disney - All Media Types, John Wick (Movies), Castlevania (Cartoon), Free!, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), Naruto, Riverdale (TV 2017), Game of Thrones (TV), Misfits (TV 2009), Shadowhunters (TV), Camp Camp (Web Series), The Boys (TV 2019), Rick and Morty, Merlin (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Sherlock (TV), You (TV 2018), X -エックス- | X/1999, Cardcaptor Sakura, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga), Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Twilight (Movies), Twilight Series - All Media Types, Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Haikyuu!!, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Stranger Things (TV 2016), IT (Movies - Muschietti), Avatar: The Last Airbender, Gossip Girl (TV 2007), Death Note (Anime & Manga), Durarara!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hanako | Yugi Amane, Minamoto Kou, Minamoto Teru, Yugi Tsukasa, Mitsuba Sousuke, Sohma Yuki, Sohma Kyou, Diego Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Klaus Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard, Malachai "Kai" Parker, Tristan de Martel, Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Bellamy Blake, Monty Green, Wells Jaha, Marcus Kane, John Murphy (The 100), Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Tom Riddle, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Sakamaki Ayato, Sakamaki Subaru, Sakamaki Reiji, Sakamaki Shuu, Sakamaki Kanato, Sakamaki Laito, Karlheinz | Sakamaki Tougo, Mukami Ruki, Mukami Kou, Mukami Azusa, Mukami Yuuma, Kiryuu Zero, Kuran Kaname, Bill Cipher, Will Cipher | Reverse Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines, Dipper Gleeful | Reverse Dipper Pines, Ford Pines, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Hanako | Yugi Amane/Reader, Minamoto Teru/Reader, Minamoto Kou/Reader, Yugi Tsukasa/Reader, Mitsuba Sousuke/Reader, Sohma Kyou/Reader, Sohma Yuki/Reader, Diego Hargreeves/Reader, Ben Hargreeves/Reader, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy)/Reader, Klaus Hargreeves/Reader, Damon Salvatore/Reader, Stefan Salvatore/Reader, Klaus Mikaelson/Reader, Elijah Mikaelson/Reader, Tristan de Martel/Reader, Marcel Gerard/Reader, Kai Parker/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Bellamy Blake/Reader, Wells Jaha/Reader, Marcus Kane/Reader, Monty Green/Reader, John Murphy (The 100)/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Ron Weasley/Reader, Tom Riddle/Reader, James Potter/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Sakamaki Ayato/Reader, Sakamaki Subaru/Reader, Sakamaki Laito/Reader, Sakamaki Shuu/Reader, Sakamaki Reiji/Reader, Sakamaki Kanato/Reader, Kiryuu Zero/Reader, Kuran Kaname/Reader, Bill Cipher/Reader, Dipper Pines/Reader, Ford Pines/Reader, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Slash, m/m - Freeform, Yaoi, top reader, bottom reader, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Humour, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Male Slash, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, male reader - Freeform, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, No Smut, Hurt No Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, alpha reader, Omega Reader, One Shot, One Shot Collection, Genderbending

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[gonedreaminggg]

THE TIME HAS COME THE TIME HAS COME

This OC has been bobbing around in my head for some time, and I'm actually soso proud of this ejsjsksks

Meet Delphine Marcella Caine.

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ɪ. gєnєrαl

✶⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷✶

⋆full nαmє⋆

↝ Delphine Marcella “Dell” Caine

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↝ Dell - everyone calls her this

↝ Bird/Birdie - Laurance’s nickname for her

↝ Lady Dell of Phoenix Drop - her official title

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↝ 13 (pre-S1 - 902 AI [After Irene])

↝ 14/15 (physically) (S2 - 917 AI)

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↝ Female ‘’ She/her

⋆вírthdαч⋆

↝ June 16th, 888 AI

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↝ Meteli, Ru’aun

⋆currєnt rєsídєncє⋆

↝ Phoenix Drop, Ru’aun

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↝ Human turned Shadow Knight(alive)

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↝ Ru’aunian

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✶ Apprentice Guard

↝ She started her training in Brightport. But Laurance Garroth and Dante helped her as well.

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↝ When she was an apprentice in Brightport, her main weapon was a spear.

↝ But when she came to Phoenix Drop, she opted for a sickle combo. In her SK form she has a red glowing Scythe

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↝ Melee. She can do range with her spear, though.

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ɪɪ. αppєαrαncє

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↝ 5’1

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↝ pale, but she gets really tan/freckled in the summer

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↝ blue, like crystals.

↝ when she fully turns, her natural eye color becomes red, but she uses her power to hide it.

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↝ she’s a natural ginger, unlike laurance

↝ she either wears her hair half up half down or braided. 

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↝ She has deep scars all across her back and lower neck/collarbone. She has snake bites all over her body as well.

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ɪɪɪ. pєrѕσnαlítч

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⋆σvєrαll pєrѕσnαlítч⋆

↝ Dell used to be a very energetic kid, getting into trouble constantly and pushing herself and others to their limits. However, after she was transformed, her entire personality changed as well. She isn’t the daredevil she once was. She’s calm and reserved, keeping to herself most of the time and knowing when to take a step back instead of forward.

⋆pєrѕσnαlítч αlígnmєnt⋆

↝ chaotic neutral

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↝ She plays the mandolin. Very well, actually. It’s one of the only things that can get her hands to stop shaking.

↝ Cadenza taught her how to sew when she was little. However, she took up jewelry making instead, finding shells and sea glass on the shore and making necklaces and bracelets from it.

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↝ Fire

↝ Snakes

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ɪᴠ. fαmílч

✶⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷✶

⋆mσthєr⋆

✶ Marcella Caine

↝ Status; Deceased

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✶ Daniel Caine

↝ Status; Alive

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✶ Maddox Caine

↝ Status; Alive

⋆ѕígnífícαnt σthєr⋆

✶ Leona

↝ They end up together sometime post MCD 2. They’re a perfect match for each other, balancing out the other's quirks. Leona brings the kind of energy that Dell needs, and Dell brings the voice of reason that Leona deserves.

⋆вєѕt fríєnds⋆

✶ Levin and Malachai

↝ Levin and Malachai were the first people in Phoenix Drop she met, besides Dante. They welcomed her into the fold, showing her around and giving her patience. They helped her find herself again, and she was able to give them the kind of excitement that’s usually taken away when you’re Lord.

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✶ Laurance, Garroth, and Dante

↝ They all play a huge part in who she is. She’s known Laurance her whole life, having been practically raised by him. Dante took her in at her lowest point, holding no bias towards her. And Garroth is the big brother she should’ve had, helping her let loose but knowing her limits.

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ᴠ. вαckѕtσrч

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✶pαѕt

↝ Dell was raised in Meteli. Her family had lived there forever. She had friends there. Mainly, Laurance and Cadenza. They were role models for her, the big siblings she deserved. They knew how shitty her home life was, and offered her guidance through it.

↝ Cadenza taught her how to sew; and Laurance taught her how to fight. She would spar with him all the time, honestly getting very good at it.

↝ When she turned twelve, Lord Joh and Laurance thought it would be best for her to train at the guard academy in Brightport. So she was shipped off.

↝ When she was an apprentice guard in Brightport, she was kind of a daredevil, and she became friends with this chaotic duo as well. Lenor and Jax. They were all training to be knights, and at the top of their class. The three of them were very much favored by their instructors, so a lot of their shenanigans were overlooked.

↝ But one day, they really wanted to push the limits. They knew of the active nether portal in the ruins of the Southern Wolf Tribe. So, they snuck out.

↝ They went through the portal, not fully knowing what to expect, but knowing they were in over their heads. But Dell pushed on. They made it towards some structures, thinking they were abandoned. Then they were ambushed. Dell was captured, Jax was killed, Lenor barely made it out with her life. She ran back to Brightport and informed her superiors. She was swiftly kicked out of the academy, and both Jax and Dell were declared dead.

↝ The news made it’s way to Meteli. Laurance was devastated. He thought of Dell as his own kid, and he wasn’t there to protect her. He wasn’t there to stop her from doing stupid shit.

↝ Dell was left in the nether, to be transformed into a Shadow Knight.

↝ She never saw Laurance. At the time, she was still being held prisoner there. In a different part of the cells. Laurance swore he saw her at one point. But maybe his mind had been playing tricks on him. However, Dell found out about him when Ungrth had broken through the realm barrier. She never saw Laurance, but she knew it was him.

↝ When Zenix came through the portal, and the chaos ensued, she was able to escape. She never saw Vylad, even though he made it out roughly around the same time.

↝ She was alone for a while, camping in the woods, trying to get used to being in the overworld, trying to ignore the nether calling to her. But home was calling to her, as well. She wanted to see her mother.

↝ Every night, Dell would have these dreams… of murdering her mother. Slitting her throat, stabbing her through the heart, throwing her off the balcony. She needed to see that the woman was still alive.

So she went back to Meteli. She saw the ruins of what her home once was.

↝ She went on a rampage, searching for her family. And she eventually found them in O’khasis. So she went, in the calm of night. She snuck into their home, ever so quietly. Everyone was asleep, her mother laying next to her father. And then the visions came back, the blood, and gore. Dell managed to shake it away, but then she looked close at her mother. The bruises on her neck, the faded scars. And she looked back at her father. Maybe… it would be better if she was gone. She could put her out of her misery.

↝ Before she could blink, there was blood covering the sheets. Her father was yelling, her brother ran into the room.

↝ She escaped.

↝ She went back into the forest, her head hurt, her body hurt. Her vision started to blur, and then her head was pounding. She dropped down at the Lake, splashing her face to maybe help. But when she looked down at her reflection, her eyes were glowing red.

↝ She learned to control it, and hide the blood red eyes. She was getting better.

↝ Then her small campsite was attacked by bandits. She ran, making her way to the gates of the Phoenix Drop safehold. She’d finally lost the bandits, but that’s when Dante found her. He thought she was a threat, at first, possibly a bandit. But then he noticed how scared she was, and tired. And she was just a kid. Her eyes reminded him of his daughter.

↝ Dell was welcomed into the safehold with open arms. It was the first time she felt normal in a long time.

↝ Then, Zoey opened the portal to the Irene dimension, their friends came back, and along with them was Laurance. He was a Shadow Knight, now. If she could tell, he could tell. And she was right. The first time he saw her, he started to cry. Everybody else was so confused, and Dell just ran.

Dell tried to avoid him for a while, but a day or two later, he finally caught up to her.

↝ “Do they know?”

↝ “You have to tell them or I will.”

↝ He couldn’t tell what type she was. He only knew that she was. She hadn’t changed a bit since he last saw her. Sure, she was maybe a few years older, but she was the same age she was when she supposedly “died.” She stopped aging in the nether, and then again when she fully transformed.

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⋆↝ Sadie Sink

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↝⋆〖tєmplαtє вч: Leidi Ouraion〗⋆↜

[worldsendroleplay]

Friday, January 1st, 2021

Greetings, dear reader. 

Some of you may have noticed my absence, but I have been hard at work. Either way, my comings and goings are none of your business. If you were to make a report of my work this past month, it would be longer than every past one of yours combined. I hope you all enjoy your holiday gifts. They were all chosen with great care and it took great effort to acquire some of them. 

It seems your present to me was enough material for a longer report. I commend you for not being boring in my absence and while I know I should not criticize a gift, it would have been far better if you’d gifted me content for the entire year. Whatever; there’s always my birthday.

Many people have come and gone since we last spoke, too many for me to keep track of, but I regret to inform you that among the people that have left the world was Alastor, the Radio Demon. Where am I supposed to get my entertainment from now that all the world’s resident killers are gone? Unless Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, or James Potter make good on their threats to kill Peter Pettigrew, I suppose that I will have to watch and listen to your silly conversations and arguments instead. 

There were a few Thanksgiving get-togethers, though not as many as for the next big holiday that we will cover. Bucky Barnes invited his sister Rebecca Barnes and her boyfriend, Hugo Granger-Weasley, to spend Thanksgiving with himself, his son Leonard “Leo” Barnes, and his girlfriend Angie Martinelli. They had to explain the holiday to Madge Undersee, who grew up in a world where there was no Thanksgiving and for whom a cornucopia was used for more than just food. 

Christmas has arrived for the inhabitants of Worlds’ End, and many people have celebrated it in their own ways. I’d tell you about my holiday plans, but I doubt you would approve. Merlin and Morgana, on the other hand, hosted a lunch and dinner for their friends and family and spent the next day sleeping it off. Malachai Atherton explained Christmas to his girlfriend Ty Lee, who had never heard of the holiday but received a present from her boyfriend; she gave him one in return despite not knowing of the holiday, as she was aware this time of year was special somehow.

But not everyone has had a happy holiday. Regulus Black discovered that his daughter, Lyra, had joined one of the many happy ghost-like people living in the portal version of his beloved Hogwarts. I must say, that is a terrible idea of a Christmas gift on someone’s part. I do happily encourage murder, but even I must draw the line somewhere. Sirius Black, after being told by his brother that Lyra had left the world, assumed that either Peter Pettigrew or Narcissa Malfoy were involved as they were aligned with a certain Dark Lord back home. Sirius then grew infuriated at the idea of Narcissa being Lyra’s godmother, and things blew up between the two brothers when he accused Regulus of never changing his ways. Pardon my language, but what an asshole. 

For un-holiday-related conversations, look no further than Aviana Pendragon. We have watched her grow up, but it wasn’t that long ago when her younger brother Gaven Pendragon was born. Avi has since felt like her family wants her to be just like her brother, though hopefully a few conversations with her parents and uncle would have made her feel better. If she is reading this, or if anyone needs to hear this—it is always okay to be yourself, whether you are rash and arrogant, quiet and sweet, or just a plain murderer. For example, I know I can be bold and that it can be intimidating to speak with me. I still do not shy away from this. 

Meanwhile, there have been quite a few confessions made since people have only been able to speak the truth, both for the better and for the worse. For example, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste had a fight over a certain little secret (that I know and you don’t), but things have been cleared up between the two now and they are still happily in love. Sir Leon learned a little something about his good friend Sir Gwaine, but they did not fight at all and instead laughed it off. Compared to Marinette and Adrien, it was a rather boring conversation, but it was a conversation a long time coming. Then there was a conversation between Mordred and Merlin about a certain destiny and a certain set of fake memories, but that is all in the past. Now it is time to look to the future, and I can’t wait to see what will happen next. Even if the past did bring along enough drama to warrant several stab wounds. 

And where there are confessions, there are also actions. Gorlois has been training the Druid Kara in how to fight and then extended his offer to Callan. After a few days of consideration, she decided to take the former knight up on his offer, and she joined the two in the gym. An anger-prone Druid, a feisty orphan, and a Knight who has renounced his knighthood… What can go wrong? For my sake, I hope several things do.

It has been weeks since his birth, but it is my honor and my duty to announce the arrival of young Micah Aspen Fisher Odair on Finnick Odair’s doorstep. While the victor was talking with his roommate, Rue Gardner, in the kitchen, they heard the soft cries of a baby outside. They brought the young boy inside, and Finnick has been raising him as his son since then. I cannot wait to write his mouthful of a name in future reports.

Finally, let’s move onto the exciting topic of relationships, whether they are familial, romantic, or platonic. Mariah Hunter and Daniel Jackson have been increasingly spending time together, be it watching movies, nursing small cuts on fingers, or preparing for dinners for the two of them to share. For now the two are just friends, but they are a pair to watch for anyone that knows them. 

There is a new relationship in town for anyone who cares to read about it. Lu Ten may have been thinking about his feelings for Reagan Reyes for a while now, but staying silent about them was no longer possible. With the truth now being his only option, Lu Ten had no other choice but to say something, which may have been prompted by her painting of him. Thankfully, she reciprocated his feelings, and the two lovebirds kissed and decided to begin a relationship with each other. Now, let us just hope that their families approve. Since Lu Ten’s current family in the world consists of a single firebending cousin who is never happy, they should be fine. 

On the topic of budding relationships, young Gaven Pendragon extended the hand of friendship to Kara, someone who has in the past tried to kill his father Arthur Pendragon as well as all the knights that he calls uncles. Of course, Gaven doesn’t know about that, and he likes seeing the best in everyone. I will address Gaven now as I did Aviana earlier—if you are reading this, perhaps it may be best to ask your parents about it. Or better yet, send in a question to me! 

Gaven may not be the only tether between the two sides, though. Mordred and Kara, since their (seemingly inevitable) break up, have discussed the possibility of getting back together. As of the writing of this report, nothing has happened yet. 

What is more certain is that Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala have gotten back together. Things had grown complicated between them both since she knew what her secret husband had done and what he would come to do, but they’d never stopped loving each other. It was—is—Padmé’s hope that they can find a way to move past whatever he will do in the future and perhaps stop it from ever happening at all. In a heartfelt moment, she exchanged wedding rings with him after not being able to wear them at home. It’s unlikely that change in course of action will happen, but it’s fun to watch everyone try to stop the inevitable, especially in a world like this where you already know what will happen. 

Something else we already know for sure is that Jet has moved on from only telling lies to only telling the truth, which made Katara feel uncertain now that she knows that the lying buffer is gone. However, she has still chosen to be with him, and has expressed her happiness to Zuko, who is still happily in love with his girlfriend from the Earth Kingdom, Jin. What made the firebender less happy was the constant ice and snow outside, but maybe he’ll cheer up in the future. Hopefully, he got a winter coat for Christmas.

If you are Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai, it may be a bit hard to be cheery right now. They had to deal with a question of trust once again when Mercury went to wish his Semblance back from the genies of the Genies’ Cave. Back home, this had been stolen by his father to ‘make him stronger’. Emerald insisted on joining him in the caves so that he didn’t get himself killed, and the wish was made. If he had gotten killed, it would have made for such an interesting story. I do love a good death. There was no death, though, leaving us to see what happens in the aftermath of this wish. I hope it’s something exciting. 

For the sake of my future reports, I hope the coming year is full of excitement for you.

That is all for my report this week.

Go on, dear reader, and do not forget to share this with your friends!

Your Editor thanks you.

[celestial-lunatic]

Who I write for!

Hello! Here is the list of who I write for! There are plenty of characters/people to pick from! If you don’t see someone you are looking for, send me an ask! I most likely forgot to put them! You can request fluff, smut, angst or all of the above! **I will NOT write smut for anyone under 18, no matter the circumstance** You can request, one shots, imagines, drabbles, and prompt requests!! I’m open to suggestions as well! Anyways here is my list!! Have fun! -Kay 

Anime-

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters

Jonathon Joestar

Dio Brando

Erina Pendelton

Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Kars

Jotaro Kujo

Noriaki Kakyoin 

Josuke Higashikata

Rohan Kishibe 

Yukako Yamagishi

Bruno Bucciarati

Leone Abbacchio

Guido Mista 

Jolyne Cujoh

Vampire Knight

Characters

Kaname Kuran

Zero Kiryu

Yuki Cross

Hanabusa Aido

Shizuka Hio

Kpop-

BTS

Members

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Min Yoongi (Suga)

Kim Namjoon (RM)

Jung Hoseok (J-hope)

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung (V)

Jeon Jeongguk (Jungkook)

NCT 127

Members

Moon Taeil 

Johnny Seo

Lee Taeyong

Yuta Nakamoto

Kim Doyoung

Jeong Jaehyun

Dong Si Cheng (WinWin)

Kim Jungwoo

Mark Lee

Lee Donghyuk (Haechan)

SuperM

Members

Byun Baekhyun

Kim Jongin (Kai)

Lee Taemin

Ten

Lee Taeyong

Wong Yukhei (Lucas)

Mark Lee

Monsta X

Members

Lee Hoseok (Wonho) *Yes I WILL continue to write for my bby*

Chae Hyungwon

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)

Yoo Kihyun

Lee Minhyuk

Lee Jooheon (Joohoney)

Im Changkyun (I.m)

GOT7

Members

Jackson Wang

Lim Jaebeom (JB, Jaebum)

Choi Youngjae

Mark Tuan

BamBam

Kim Yugyeom

Park Jinyoung

BLACKPINK

Members

Rosé

Jisoo

Lisa

Jennie

Solo Artists

Eric Nam

Dominic Harrison (Yungblud)

Tv Shows/Movies

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack Kline

Gabriel

Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Lorenzo St. John (Enzo)

Malachai Parker (Kai)

Alaric Saltzman

Tyler Lockwood

Silas

Katherine Pierce

Niklaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Lucien Castle

The Flash

Barry Allen

Iris West

Caitlan Snow (Killer Frost)

Cisco Ramon (VIbe)

Dr. Wells (Harrison, Harry, etc)

Ralph Dibny (Elongated Man)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Anthony “Tony” Stark (Ironman)

Dr. Bruce Banner (Hulk)

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Sam Wilson (Falcon)

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Dr. Steven Strange (Dr. Strange)

Peter Parker (Spiderman)