#one of these is the x-men @emma (middle bottom)

[insextras]

So I'm sure this is just a cameo/where's waldo page but is jean actually pulling people from across space-time? Because we see characters wearing random costumes and some that aren't even from 616

Classic namor, X-Men forever rogue (in the middle), 80s Callisto (bottom right, could also be early krakoa with the white coat), sins of sinister jon ironfire (behind namor)

Uncanny x-men storm, classic firestar, what looks to be Nate grey next to her, alpha flight Northstar (at the bottom), possibly 90s gambit (to the right, above nate)

Maystorm (top left), nightcrawler-wolverine chimera (middle), what looks like academy x hellion (above chimera) classic havok (bottom left), fantomex (right of chimera, weird he hasn't shown up at all in this era)

What looks like phoenix five emma frost

Ultimate universe cyclops, what looks like robo-moira next to him, og new mutants dani and that one alt timeline illyana from dead x-men (bottom left)

Excalibur Rachel, x-force cannonball, cardinal chimera, house of m toad (under cardinal), raze darkholme (right of cardinal), 70s dazzler (under raze), age of apocalypse banshee (under Jean's arm), new x-men xorn (bottom right), 90s siryn (also bottom right) and 90s bishop (left of dazzler)

and a smattering of arrakoan mutants and other recognizable characters throughout the whole thing

[terastalungrad]

Big Brother UK 21: Episode 18

Friday 25 October 2024

Third live eviction!

None of my faves are up, but it's still high stakes. I'll rank the nominees, starting with the one I least want to lose:

A good egg, and the worthiest winner

Khaled

A good egg, and from Swansea

Izaaz

Evil

Marcello

Evil, and I'm worried the public will like him

Nathan

-

Izaaz gets mostly cheers. Ooh, Khlaed gets HUGE cheers! Marcello gets mixed, mostly boos. Nathan gets mixed, mostly cheers.

I had a sneaky look at Twitter last night, because I'd had a few drinks and wanted to see what my X is up to after I left. They hate Marcello over there! But it's a mistake to assume the permanently-online represent the general public.

Ali gives Dean her theory of the dynamics of the house:

There's an unconscious hierarchy, with three main boys at the top - Marcello, Khaled, Segun. They're the leaders, and command most power. This is a Patriarch.

These men are propped up by the "women that hold the most value" - i.e. the most attractive women, and the straight women.

[Ali doesn't specify who she means here, but we can guess she means Sarah, Rosie, Hanah and Emma.]

At the bottom of the hierarchy are the women "who hold the least value to the boys at the top" - that is, the queer women. Ali, Martha.

[Lily is interesting here - she's closest to Ali and Martha, isn't aligned with the three men OR the four other straight women.]

"Floating in-between" are the queer guys, Dean and Nathan, who can move between the middle layer [straight/attractive women] and the bottom layer [queer women], but can't make it to the top because they're not valued by the "head honchos".

The status quo is peaceful when this hierarchy is stable.

When someone at the bottom challenges the status quo (as Ali did by calling out Khaled), it upsets the three at the top, and those in the middle get nervous. They remain neutral to preserve the status quo. Even if they see the three at the top doing something wrong, they keep them at the top anyway.

Izaaz started out at the top, didn't like what he observed, and voluntarily moved to float between the bottom two layers.

The three at the top tried to recruit Izaaz, but Izaaz said no, so they pushed Izaaz out. He's a threat.

They also see Ali as a threat, so they're trying to push her out too.

NOW! I really really want to find fault in this model, because I definitely don't agree with Ali's perception of Khaled.

But ... where's the fault?

Because I can (and do!) like Khaled and Segun, and still recognise the truth of this hierarchy (which Ali illustrates by making a triangle with her fingers). Khaled and Segun aren't horrible, manipulative people - but they're propped up anyway. They haven't seized this power on purpose. But as Ali says, they're "propped up".

The one thing I think this model underestimates is the agency of queer housemates. Is it that Dean and Nathan aren't valued by the three on top? Or is it that Dean and Nathan don't want to be part of that group? I'm not sure. We know Dean is sceptical of straight men. Nathan's primarily bonded with his love interest Rosie.

Because, hey. Let's hypothesise an alternative model:

What if we put Ali at the top of the pyramid? She's strong, influential, powerful. She's fiercely intelligent, and unafraid to challenge others.

Around Ali, we have Lily, Martha and Dean. Loyal to her to the end.

Next, we have the housemates who won't challenge Ali or her friends, because they'd prefer a peaceful status quo. Sarah, Rosie, Izaaz, Segun.

Then there's the housemates who WILL challenge Ali - Khaled, Marcello, Emma and Hanah. Two of whom face eviction tonight.

Nathan is willing to challenge, but has historically taken Ali's side in arguments.

Viewed this way, the house looks less like a patriarchal, heteronormative model ... and more like a model that mostly privileges white housemates of higher social class on top.

(Neither model considers Thomas, whom both Ali and I forgot existed while forming our models. Oops! Sorry Thomas.)

So, I still see value in Ali's model - I just don't think it's quite as simple as that. She's clearly right to point out that the status quo is preserved by neutral people pleasers. But the balance of power could easily shift from week to week depending on who leaves. Already this week, it's Ali and Dean who became Heads of House. Ali's model matters a LOT if Khaled or Marcello go tonight.

(Quick theory - it's straight women who decide who wins Big Brother, but queer people who talk about it online. So online chatter makes you think Yinruns can win, but they probably can't.)

Izaaz is evicted! Noooooo!

I love Izaaz. This is also the most boring possible eviction, surely? Any of the other three would've been more disruptive.

Can't believe the house still contains my TWO enemies, and NO Welsh housemates.

Things that were being given tonight:

Was it just me, or was Dean giving hungover at 9am lecture energy? (AJ)

It's giving bitchy vibes (Martha)

Your photo's giving catch of the day. But the catch of the day is catfish. (Sarah)

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Princess Part 5

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 4

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: E- smut

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Christmas came around a lot quicker than you expected. Returning back to Grimmauld Place you were thrilled with the thoughts of having Regulus all to yourself for some time. Walburga and Orion were busy planning their annual Christmas Eve gala that was hosted every year so that would leave Regulus and yourself some alone time. You silently thanked Orion for attempting to keep his wife from your meddling in the love affair going on between Regulus and yourself. The two of you were adults and didn’t need Walburga butting in or trying to keep sex from happening.

To your displeasure, however, Voldemort had other ideas. For the first week of the holiday Regulus was gone the whole time. Apparently, there was some mission that could not wait. That meant you were once again put on the back burner. This seeming abandonment you would have to put up with. There was no sense in trying to talk Regulus out of going. He had to. Whether you wanted him to or not, your lover had to work for the greater good. You would just have to deal without him for a bit and not complain. Walburga’s words of that’s what good wives do. They support their husbands...especially at a time like this. You will look pretty and provide him comfort when Regulus comes home rang in your head. It didn’t matter if you weren’t his wife “technically.” In Walbruga’s eyes, you were as good as Regulus’ wife.

Luckily, Walburga picked up on your sullen mood and swooped in to keep you occupied. She required you to help her with the Christmas gala and took you dress shopping (even though you had plenty of evening gowns) for a perfect party dress. As the witch as the dress shop hovered over you gathering measurements and deciding what tone would look best on you. Finally, the three of you decided on a form-fitting emerald green gown that pushed your breasts to new heights and a split that went nearly to your thigh. Walburga smiled from her seat.

“Come Easter holiday, we will be looking for a wedding dress.”

She was thrilled with your sweet smile. The seamstress looked up with a grin.

“Ah, getting married are you?”

You nodded, happily. Walburga normally didn’t let emotions other than wrath and anger show. Today, however, she smiled like a proud mother.

“She’s marrying my only son. Isn’t she a beauty?”

The seamstress nodded, eagerly.

“I thought she was your daughter, ma’am.”

Walburga stood and came to join you on the platform that you were standing on while the seamstress hemmed the bottom of the dress.

“She’s as good as. Y/n and my Regulus have been taken with each other since they were children. There is no one better for my son.”

The seamstress nodded with a smile.

“I saw your boy a few days ago, Mrs. Black. He is very handsome. These two will make lots of pretty babies.”

Walburga nodded, locking her gaze on you. The two of you made eye contact and your expectations as a woman and wife were clearly said without Walburga saying a word. She had made it clear that she wanted an heir but not anytime soon. You were thankful that she saw your views on wanting to wait until things with lord Voldemort slowed down. When he made the appropriate amount of progress and Regulus wasn’t out risking his life then you would have a baby.

“That is the hope.”

Walburga replied.

The Christmas gala came with no sign of Regulus coming home. You sat putting the finishing touches on your makeup before heading downstairs to the party. The last thing that you really wanted to do was go to this party without Regulus. Showing up without your boyfriend to a party where 98% of the invitees knew about your engagement was a bit tiresome. You didn’t feel like spending the evening saying polite thank yous to all of the people in your social circle wishing you well. It was rude and selfish, you knew this. All that you wanted was your lover.

Stepping into the room, your eyes immediately went to Evan and Emma. Your annoyance built a bit more. Emma got to have her fiance home. Before you could hide from your cousin, he spotted you and grabbed Emma’s arm to pull her over. Emma immediately smiled as her eyes met yours.

“Y/n!”

She said, cheerfully and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi, Emma. Evan when did you get home?”

Evan shrugged.

“Yesterday. Regulus should be back soon. There was a mission that one of the new worthless members of or cause messed up. Regulus had to go clean up the mess.”

You didn’t have to ask Evan what that meant. Regulus was out killing someone. You had told Regulus in the beginning that you didn’t want to know what he was doing when he went out. It didn’t matter how you felt about purebloods, half-bloods, or mudbloods. You didn’t want to hear about death. Since your own mother was killed years beforehand; you had always been sensitive to it.

“I see. I’m glad to see that you are alright.”

You wrapped your arms around Evan’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. If something had happened to Evan you would have been devastated. Evan smiled and returned the gesture. He looked between Emma and yourself with a pleased smile.

“Pureblood women are the prettiest. You two look simply lovely.”

Emma smiled and playfully smacked her fiance’s arm.

“You’re so talented at words.”

Evan shrugged, knowing that his fiance was right.

“I’m going to talk to Malfoy. I’ll leave you two together.”

When Evan walked away Emma turned her attention back to you. Your face had turned a bit more annoyed.

“What is it? You look furious.”

You scoffed.

“Lucius is back too? Everyone has their lovers back except for me.”

Emma’s motherly smiled returned as she reached out to fluff your hair.

“There now. Stop frowning. You’re going to get age lines too quickly. Y/n, you know what our men are doing is the right thing to do. We have to make sacrifices for the greater good.”

You wanted to scowl even harder at the comment on the greater good. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t make a comment about how you were questioning “the greater good.” Was all of this even worth it?

Emma’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“You look lovely. It's good to see that the best of our society came to this gala. I was afraid that Melissa would be here.”

You rolled your eyes. The feeling of annoyance about Emma’s hatred of your other friend returned.

“You know that her family wouldn’t have been able to afford a new dress for her. She would have looked simply dreadful.”

Emma added. You took a sip of the drink that you had snatched off of a tray.

“She is in France with her grandparents anyway.”

Emma’s cold eyes narrowed.

“I don’t understand your fascination with that girl. We are practically royalty and she’s just...poor.”

You sighed.

“She’s nice, Emma. Maybe it's a good thing to network outside of our own social circles from time to time. There could be something useful that comes out of friendships with others.”

It was Emma’s turn to roll her own eyes.

“Sure, if my house elf needs a new pillowcase to wear. Regulus!”

You quickly turned the moment Regulus’ hand touched the small of your back. Without even thinking, you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re home.”

You said, softly. Regulus chuckled and pulled you into a soft kiss. He would have kissed you more but Regulus knew his mother would have a cow if the two of you started snogging in the middle of a party.

“I’ve missed you.”

He replied as you slowly backed away.

“I missed you too.”

You whispered, looking him over. Thankfully, nothing looked out of order. Regulus appeared to be perfectly fine with no injuries. He stood dressed in a full black suit and tie that matched your dress.

Emma, meanwhile, touched your arm so you wouldn’t forget her presence.

“I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going to find Evan.”

“Bye, Emma.”

You said, softly as Regulus gave her a nod. He waited until she was out of earshot before speaking.

“What was going on? You looked ready to punch her.”

You rolled your eyes as Regulus slipped his arm around your waist. He wanted to keep you as close to him as possible and you weren't about to object.

“She’s such a selfish person sometimes.”

Regulus nodded, rolling his eyes. You were never more correct than you were with that sentence.

“Emma and Evan are perfect for each other.”

Your eyes fluttered up to Regulus’ face.

“I hear that we are perfect for each other too.”

Regulus leaned closer. Having you this close to him after the hellish week that he had was more than welcoming. Regulus had big his mother and father a quick hello before coming to find you. You were the one that he wanted to see more than anyone in the world.

“Oh, my darling, you have no idea. This dress...it's going to look even more wonderful on my floor.”

You ran a hand down Regulus’ chest earning a sigh from him.

“Why don’t we get out of here for a little bit?”

You asked, resisting the urge to let your hand go lower.

“That sounds nice.”

The two of you left the party without gaining much attention. Walburga and Orion were so busy talking to the Malfoys that they didn’t notice Regulus lightly shoving you from the room and up the stairs.

The moment his bedroom door was shut, Regulus had you against the wall. Soft timid kisses quickly turned hungry as he shoved his suit jacket off. He groaned as your hands reached up and tangled in his hair to deepen the kiss.

“Need you, now.”

Regulus moaned between kisses. The past week had been one of the most exhausting in his life! Coming to find you in a dress that practically showed your tits to the whole room made the jealous lover in him go into hyperdrive. Regulus yanked the soft silky fabric until it ripped. He gave one more hard pull until what was left of the dress hit the floor.

Now you stood before him in only a silky white thong and your emerald heels.

“Now that’s better.”

Regulus growled before going for the thong. You gave him an amused scowl as he tore it off of you too.

“I am running low on lingerie.”

You commented as his hands trailed over your breasts to cup them greedily. Regulus stood up straight and looked down at you with that displeased expression. So, this is the mood for the night. You thought as that dom eyebrow of his rose up.

“I can do whatever I want, Y/n. I can rip anything off of my fiance that I want. If you are that worried about lingerie, I can always buy you more.”

You smirked and said in almost a teasing tone.

“Yes, sir.”

Regulus was suddenly pressed against you so hard that you could barely breathe. His handsome face was looking down at you with an angry hungry expression. Regulus’ hand tilted your chin so you were looking at him fully.

“So you want to be a smart mouth, huh? Well, princess that’s just fine with me.”

“The silencing charm…”

You muttered. The last thing that you wanted was for anyone to hear what the two of you were about to do. Regulus shook his head.

“No, you want to be a sassy little brat then I’m going to make you scream like a whore.”

His voice was low. It was low and oozing with pent up sexual energy from the past week apart.

“Reggie, I don’t want people to hear…”

Regulus’ hand was over your mouth silencing any more of your sentence from coming out. He leaned down nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Don’t you Reggie me. Now I’m going to shut that smart mouth up.”

He quickly started loosening his tie and tossed it to the side before going for his dress shirt. You swallowed, watching hungrily as he unbuckled his belt before pulling you back into another kiss.

“Time to shut your smart mouth up.”

He took your hand and moved it to the bulge in his dress pants.

“You know what I want.”

Regulus added, his voice softening a bit. You eagerly nodded as he wrapped his hand around yours and led you to the velour loveseat near the fireplace. Regulus kicked his shoes off before easing his dress pants down his slender waist. You wanted to whine the moment that his erection came into view.

“On your knees.”

Regulus ordered as he sat down, spreading his legs enough for you to kneel between his knees like the sweet princess you were. He tossed his mess curls over his shoulder as you knelt before him.

“Kiss me first.”

He said before leaning down enough to kiss you. You put as much passion as you could into the kiss. Regulus was clearly caught off guard and let the inner dom in him get lost in your mouth. You pushed up enough to be pressed against his chest as the snogging continued. Regulus rocked his hips the moment his brain seemed to realize that his cock was trapped between your joined bodies.

Regulus was the one to break the kiss.

“Get to work, princess.”

You did as you were told but decided to tease him a big first. Kissing his full lips once more, you moved slowly down his body. Pressing soft butterfly kisses to his chin, neck, chest, and stomach before moving to his waiting erection. Your eyes flickered to the dark mark on his arm before batting up to his face. As much as you wanted to admit that you didn’t like his “job” the dark mark on his arm was a turn on. Seeing your prim and proper lover with a tattoo was enough to leave you wet and dripping.

“Don’t make tell you twice.”

Regulus snapped.

“Yes, darling.”

You cooed before seductively licking a path down his length. Regulus fought the urge to close his eyes as you took him into your mouth. You focused on trying to make him moan. If he was going to be a cheeky shit and not put a silencing charm on the room then you were going to make him moan so loud that his mother would hear him downstairs.

You smirked at the thought of Walburga down there minding her own business. She would be mortified the moment that she realized that her son wasn’t in any danger but instead was getting a blow job. The two of you would get the tongue lashing of a lifetime that even Orion wouldn’t be able to save you from.

“That’s a good girl.”

Regulus hissed, trying to resist the urge to move his hips. Your violet eyes fluttered open and met your lover’s face. Regulus was biting his lip as he stared at you with lust-filled eyes.

You pulled away enough for Regulus’ cock to leave your mouth with a “pop.” Regulus groaned and leaned his head back against the sofa as his hands dug into the material You leaned forward and kissed his inner thighs while keeping one hand on his cock to keep Regulus muttering beneath you.

Internally, you cursed the control that Regulus had on himself. You wanted nothing more than to have him moan a little louder. Hearing him say “fuck” and “good girl” was thrilling but you wanted to have him gasping.

“I know what you are trying to do and I should spank you for it.”

Regulus growled before reaching down and pulling you into his arms. His mouth was back on yours as he claimed his prize. You quickly reached up and twirled your fingers in the curls that had fallen into his face.

“I like it when you spank me.”

You said against his lips. Regulus chuckled. He had let his hard side go to simply enjoy being close to you.

“I will never hit you but I won’t hesitate to lay you over my lap and spanking you.”

You gigged against his mouth before gently pulling his bottom lip into your mouth. Regulus reached between your bodies to circle your clit with his index finger. You immediately bucked against his hand.

“Not yet, naughty girl.”

Regulus wrapped his arms around you enough to lift you bridal style. You hungrily kissed the exposed skin of his neck. Leaving lovebites for the world to see was your next goal. You didn’t give two shits if the two of you returned to school looking as if you had been attacked.

Regulus dropped you onto the bed interrupting your thoughts of love bites. You stared up at him as Regulus removed your heels. He gently kissed your ankles before spreading your legs. Regulus wanted nothing more than to shove in and make love to you roughly. You, however, didn’t deserve that. It had been nearly a week since your last lovemaking. He wanted to make you feel good. If you could put your legs together the next morning that would be even more pleasing.

“Reggie.”

You whined his name earning a smile from your lover. He reached down and cupped your face. His dom persona had dropped quickly and was replaced by the sweet boy that you had fallen in love with.

“Soon, darling.”

He took his place over you and kissed your lips, cheeks, and collar bone. You sighed happily as his mouth moved down to your breasts. Stormy eyes met yours as he bit at your nipple before gently sucking at your stinging bud. Your hands ran through his curls as Regulus moved away from your breasts to kiss and lick a path down your stomach.

“You’re so wet.”

Regulus stated as he gently pressed two fingers inside of you. You bucked your hips earning a low laugh from Regulus as he shoved you back down. His voice seemed to drop an octave as he lowered his mouth to your folds.

“Nothing tastes better than you, love. You’re the only girl that I could do this too.”

Regulus whispered before licking a path down your folds to tease at your clit. Your eyes snapped closed knowing that Regulus was about to play unfairly. His goal at the moment was to overstimulate you. Swallowing back a sigh, you made a mental note to be quiet. You couldn’t let the party guests hear you screaming from your soon to be husband’s touch.

“Reggie, I need…”

Regulus stopped licking and looked up to you with that shit-eating grin. He ran a hand over his chin before taking his fingers out of you and licking them clean.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

Regulus quickly took his place on top of you and turned your face to his.

“Tell me what you need.”

He said in a cheeky tone as he kissed your cheek not coming near your mouth. His hand had gone between your bodies to rub his erection against your clit.

“Make love to me.”

You cried.

“Make love to me, beautiful boy.”

Regulus smirked before shoving just the tip inside. You cried as he slowly pushed in a little more. He gave you enough for a bit of pleasure but not enough to leave you starry-eyed and gasping.

“Reggie, you aren’t playing fair.’

You whimpered. Regulus chuckled as he began to make love to you with just the little bit of his cock that he had given you.

“Who said that I played fair?”

He asked. Your violet eyes opened, narrowing on his arrogant smirk.

“Fine, if you aren’t going to fuck me properly then give me the vibrator in the bedside table. I know what to do with it.”

Regulus’ cheeky expression instantly faded and was replaced with that jealous scowl that he wore so well. This was the scowl that he always wore when you would talk to another boy that wasn’t Regulus or Evan. The last time that you had really seen Regulus’ jealous side was the day that the two of you had ran into Sirius in town and the older brother hugged you. Normally you wouldn’t play into Regulus’ jealousy. Today, however, it would get you what you wanted.

Without another word, Regulus shoved in balls deep leaving you spasming around him.

“You don’t need that toy when you have me.”

He hissed raising your thigh over his hip to give him deeper access to your body. You fought the urge to cry every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix. Regulus quickly put a hand over your mouth.

“Hush now. Do you want everyone to know what it sounds like when I fuck you?”

You shook your head as Regulus removed his hand in order to steady his own shaking body.

“Reggie, it feels so good.”

You cried with each snap of his hips. He didn’t ease up on the speed of his thrusts. You could tease him and tell him that he was being mean. That would just result in your cervix being abused harder. Not that you would be complaining. You would be moaning harder. You bit your bottom lip trying to stop the moans from coming out louder. In between heavy breaths you were already crying Regulus’ name.

Suddenly, Regulus pushed in further and held his position. He kept the head of his cock pressed against your womb’s entrance. You felt uncomfortably full. Rocking your hips, you pleased with him to move. Your body was stretching to accommodate Regulus’ sudden action.

“I was reading in a magazine about making your lover come without moving and I think that you are about to.”

Regulus said with a moan. He was trying to stop his own body from coming. It didn’t matter how much you were pulsating around him, Regulus wanted to hold on. He wanted to have more time to torment you in a delicious way.

“Reggie!”

You cried his name a bit louder before finally finding your release. Regulus closed his eyes thinking over everything he could to stop himself from coming (school, his role as a death eater, anything) but it didn’t work. It took one more squeeze of your spasming core to send Regulus over the edge of no return.

The moment he came, you sighed in complement. His come filled you as Regulus continued to fuck you through his own orgasm until he too froze. Regulus muttered something that sounded like “god damn it” under his breath before collapsing on top of you.

Your fingers stroked through his sweat-drenched curls as Regulus continued to come inside of you.

“That was perfect.”

You whispered leaning up enough to kiss his forehead. Regulus slowly pulled out enough so he could roll you into his arms. When the two of you were able to move, he would call for Kreacher to come to change the sheets. For now, however, he was too lazy to consider moving.

Regulus’ laughing quickly got your attention. You looked up at him sleepily.

“What’s so funny?”

He grinned down at you with a playful smile.

“By the way, there is a silencing charm on our room. Mother cast it herself. Just thought that you should know.”

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[ofhllfire]

EMMA FROST // MOODBOARD ( 1 / ?? )

“ you turned into such a wonderful little femme fatale in the end, didn't you ?? I'm ever so proud of all my girls. but you...you are the one i am the most proud of. ”

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Holiday prompts: 8, 11, 20. FUCK MY SHIT UP

And white the fading forests grow

If anyone had told Kate Pryde years ago that she'd wind up spending a whole holiday season at a quaint little (little being relative) cabin in the New England wilderness instead of the Xavier School or any other large gathering of mutants, she'd have laughed them right out of her face.  If anyone had said she'd be spending that season with Emma and Christian Frost, Bobby Drake, and Loki, she'd have noped herself away and never speak to that person again.  

And yet...

"Kate, explain your lovely little candle tradition again, please?" Loki requested from where he fussed with the 12' Douglas Fir, trying to turn it to the perfect angle for decorating.  He glanced over his shoulder to see the look of surprise on the spritely brunette's face.  "Robert attempted to explain it, but he's so busy making eyes at Christian that I think he missed details."  

Bobby pouted from where he sat at the table with his boyfriend, Kate, and her girlfriend – okay, so they'd only been dating a couple of weeks, but Kate thought she was important enough to bring out to Loki's cabin in the middle of nowhere for the winter holidays – Danni. He reached out with the hand that Christian wasn't holding, and he gave the wooden dreidel a spin.  

"I didn't miss details, Loki.  I just...well, my parents weren't exactly orthodox.  Or even practicing.  Jewish stuff was on a need to be convenient basis with them.  Or when my grandmothers visited, so it wasn't as ingrained in me as it was Kate," Bobby defended himself.  He blushed a little when Christian lifted his hand and kissed it.

Loki walked over, rolling his shoulders until they popped.  His eyes fell on the dreidel as it spun and spun, finally slowing down to land on a character he didn't quite recognize.  Well, he could read it, but he didn't understand its meaning.  It wasn't as if he hadn't encountered many of Earth's cultures over the centuries he was alive and popping down here for visits, but he hadn't blanketed himself in most of them other than the more northern ones that based their religious practices off of what they'd learned about Asgard.  

"Alright, so what does that mean?" Loki asked, nodding toward the toppled dreidel.  "Robert spun it, so what does he...gain or...lose, I'm assuming is the object of the game?"

Kate just smirked a little even as Bobby's pout grew.

"It landed on Shin.  It means to 'put in'.  He has to put pieces of his gelt...his chocolate coin...into the middle. Which means that the three of us have a chance to win it."  

Loki reached out for the shiny gold 'coins' that were stacking up at the center of the table.  His hand hovered over them, however, and he looked from Kate to Bobby.

"May I?" he asked, hearing Frigga's voice in his head to not touch without consent.  When both Bobby and Kate nodded, he plucked one of the coins from the middle and studied it.  "And this is chocolate?  Inside this gold..."  

Emma walked closer and set her hand on Loki's lower back, stroking across his spine with her thumb.  

"It's not real gold, darling.  It's gold foil wrapped around chocolate," she told him with an indulgent smile.  

"Ohhh...that is a charming tradition," Loki remarked. "I do like chocolate, and dressing it up as a treasure when it is one makes it even more fun, doesn't it?" He set the coin back onto the table right where he found it then wrapped an arm around Emma's shoulders, snuggling her against his side.  "And this is a holiday like Yule...or Christmas?"

So they didn't just hover, Loki summoned one of the other chairs close, and he eased into it and tugged Emma into his lap. He didn't miss the looks of surprise that the two X-Men snuck to each other.  

"No, it's...well..."  Bobby looked to Kate for help.  "Sorry, Loki.  I'm just really bad with all the details.  I can make the latkes, I can light the candles, and I can play dreidel and apparently lose all my gelt, but it just wasn't the biggest of traditions in my house," he apologized and squeezed Christian's hand back.

"Sweetheart, I don't think you're offending our host by not being Mr. Trivia," the elder Frost sibling said sweetly and stood up to fill crystalline punch cups full of homemade egg nog for everyone.  

Emma made herself quite comfortable in Loki's lap. The only one missing from their little holiday away from everyone else had assured her that he was on his way, but for the moment, she was content with this motley family she'd somehow managed to accumulate.  Many times throughout her life, each family she'd claimed had built up into a monument she could trust enough to be vulnerable around only to crumble under the weight of betrayal and indifference.  Even now, she worried that letting these few, these happy few into her heart lest it shatter her heart like that diamond bullet.  

"Kate, you grew up in the faith with all the traditions and background," Emma replied in a tone more gentle than the sassy Queen was known for.  

Kate set the dreidel in motion before standing up to take two of the cups from Christian, one of which she offered to Danni before touching a kiss to the top of her girlfriend's blonde crown.  As she reclaimed her chair, the dreidel stopped again and fell over, making Bobby crow a little as it once more fell onto Shin.  She stuck out her tongue at him and tossed a chocolate coin into the middle of the table.

"Yes, I did.  I mean, my family wasn't Orthodox, but we kept the holidays and most Sabbaths...when Dad wasn't working late at the office.  I went to Hebrew school.  I think I learned even more from Erik," she explained and set her cup on the table out of the way.  

"Thank you, Christian," Loki stated as he took one of the cups from Emma's brother.  He took a sip and let the thick eggy liquid sit on his tongue for a moment before he swallowed, tasting the bourbon and nutmeg keenly.  "This is...very strange but delicious," he added. "If you'd rather not explain, I understand.  I'm just curious as your world has so many mystical options to choose from." Then those verdant eyes of his sparkled with the mischief he was known for.  As if tempting her, he added, "I'll show you mine, Kate, if you show me yours."  

"Hey now," Danni pretended to sound jealous and made a dramatic show of slinging her arm around Kate's shoulders. She kissed her cheek then plucked up the dreidel to take her turn.  While the wooden toy spun and spun, she gestured between Loki and Kate.  "By all means, babe, lay it all out on the table. If nothing else, I want to learn about all the shiny pagan holiday stuff from Asgard," the tattoo artist stated before turning her eyes to what her prize or predicament would be.  

Kate met Loki's and Emma's eyes and shrugged a shoulder.  

"Fair enough.  I'll tell you all about it, if nothing more than to impress my lady," she replied and gave her girlfriend a flirty smile.  

The dreidel stopped and fell over.  It landed on a boxy looking letter without a bottom.

"That looks very similar to Uruz," he stated. "The rune of strength," came the codicil.  

"It's hay," Kate said.  "It means that Danni gets to take half the pot.  That is what's at the center of the table.  Go for it, babe" she explained and encouraged her girlfriend.

While Danni collected her portion of the loot and Christian reached out to spin the dreidel, Kate started into the history of the Jewish rebellion against the Greek and Syrian oppressors, but she became more animated when she spoke about the rededication of the second temple in Jerusalem and how there was not enough olive oil to burn all seven candles of the Menorah, but they lit the first anyway.  It was a portion of the history that she and Erik Lensherr discussed most often, especially because she saw the hope out of oppression, and liked to think that she reminded him of that to soothe his cynical heart.  

"And when they thought they only had enough oil for one day, it burned for eight days," Kate finished.  

She took a drink of her egg nog and looked at the others.  The dreidel had been completely forgotten, even though Christian's spin had earned him the other half of the pot, while everyone listened to Kate the Storyteller. Blinking over their rapt attention, Kate cleared her throat.  

"So, now you know about Hanukkah, Loki," she mused, smirking at the way the King of Jotunheim huggled his arms around Emma and buried his face against her shoulder.  

Loki eased Emma from his lap and carefully set his cup onto the table where it wasn't in anyone's way.  He walked around until he stood between Kate and Danni, leaned down, and kissed Kate's cheek.  

"Thank you for explaining," he told her in the tenderest of voices.  

And for good measure, he touched his lips to Danni's cheek.  

"And welcome to this strange little family," Loki replied at her look of confusion before he made his way back to the tree to don its finishing touches.  

Bobby looked down at the center of the table and the dreidel and finally nudged Christian to point out that he'd won the rest of the loot, but without warning, his boyfriend tilted his head and delivered a sound kiss to his lips instead.  Something that Bobby wasn't going to turn down at all.  

"I'd say get a room, you two, but you'd just tell Danni and me to do the same," Kate teased as she looked at her meager winnings, knowing that her girlfriend would likely share a chocolate coin or two.

"Besides, you both have a room here, Katherine," Emma stated as she, too, stood up and finished her egg nog.  She took hers and Loki's cups to the kitchen to set in the sink then walked over to join one half of her significant others at the tree. She set her hands on his back; she'd already picked up on a little tension before she couched his strained shoulder blades.  

"What has you worried, darling?" she asked mind-to-mind so as not to concern the young ones.  

"Oh, you know.  Thinking that Anthony should've been here by now.  Pepper assured me that she wasn't keeping him any longer than necessary.  Otherwise, he would've driven her mad," Loki responded the same and tilted his head when Emma rested her chin on his shoulder. He touched his lips to hers then went back to adding shimmery crystalline ornaments to the branches of the tree.  

Kate and Bobby watched Emma with Loki.  Of course, Christian would recognize a more settled demeanor to his sister than years past, but it was truly the former two mutants who could see more of a difference because they'd lived through her pining over Scott.  While Danni and Christian headed into the kitchen to wash up and to check on the slow-roasting prime rib in the oven that they'd all been smelling since noon, Kate leaned closer to speak to Bobby where they wouldn't be heard.  

"Can you believe that our White Queen is so happy? With Loki?"  

"And Tony Stark," Bobby concluded. "It's weird, Kate, but...I don't know.  Seems right. More right than...all the rest." He shoved a piece of unwrapped gelt into his mouth then offered one of his few left to Kate.  

*

Another hour and a half later, they all stood outside the 'cabin', which was actually more elegant and upscale than the term 'cabin' would imply.  Snow dusted their boots, and they were all wrapped warmly in layers of shirts and coats, scarves wrapped around their necks, and beanies covering their heads and ears.  Kate held onto Danni's hands, and Christian was snuggled with his back to Bobby's chest.

Of course, the cold didn't bother Bobby at all; just as it didn't affect Loki now that he'd come to grudgingly accept the benefits of his Jotun biology underneath the Aesir glamor he continued to wear.  

"What are we looking at again, Loki?" Christian was the one to ask.  "I mean, the snow on the trees is beautiful.  The snow...as far as our eyes can see is lovely, but...we're just standing out here staring at...well, I'm not sure."  

Loki peeked over Emma's head at the others, making sure they all would have the best view of the horizon.  Then his longing gaze fell on the driveway again and the car that had yet to appear.  

"Soon, Christian, you'll see.  It is, after all, the Winter Solstice," Loki explained and nodded to where the sun was just beginning its descent toward the horizon, turning much of the scenery in the distance into silhouette.  "The longest night of the year.  I believe in your Iceland, the word for it is Vetrarsólstöður, which is very close to what it is on Asgard."  In fact, Loki repeated the word for Winter Solstice in the language he'd been raised with, and it sounded nearly identical to the Icelandic term.  "In our tradition, as in many of yours dating before the influence of Christianity, it is the death of the sun through the coldest months of the year," he added.

"I have several friends who are Asatruar...and plenty who are Wiccan of some variety, and that's pretty much how they celebrate it, too," Danni announced then kissed Kate's hands through her gloves.  

Just as the sun dipped down a little further, and Emma leaned closer into Loki's side to comfort his worries, a cherry red SUV of the newest models not even out on the market yet for public purchase, no less stylish than the Audi R8 Spyder of the same color, pulled up to the cabin and stopped just behind all the other cars.  The lights cut out, and the door opened and slammed closed before a figure dressed all in black and red ran over to the group gathered in the snow.  

"I didn't miss it, did I?  Bambi, tell me I didn't miss your thing," Tony asked and nearly pleaded, his voice catching in his throat as the thought of missing his S.O.'s holiday moment tore into him.  "Sorry I wasn't here soon.  I had to stop for the extra food and cake and..."  

"Anthony, shush," Emma scolded gentle and reached out a hand to the newcomer.  

Just as Loki did, and Tony rushed over, giving the others a polite but perfunctory greeted as he set his hands into his lovers' and happily let them fold him into them.  

"You didn't miss it, ástin mín," answered Loki in a hushed tone.  "It's just started."  

And together, the bundles of lovers watched as the humongous fire-orange sun lowered herself to the horizon and below until she was all gone, leaving in her wake a blanket of black sky and twinkling stars and the first quarter moon that smiled on all of them like the Cheshire Cat.

At that moment, while they all held still and silenced in the last moments of the sun and first moments of the longest night of the year, the trees around the cabin appeared to shake away their snow cloaks, and bright white-gold and green fairy lights sparkled into existence. Everyone's gasps of surprise made Loki smile, and the Trickster – this fallen prince of Asgard and forgotten prince of Jotunheim – felt a longing that he'd ached to be fulfilled at last find its way home.  

(Title taken from Loreena McKennitt's "Snow" on To Drive the Cold Winter Away (1987) and Songs for Winter Gardens (1995), and again on A Midwinter Night's Dream (2008).)

Holiday prompt list can be found here.

[palmett-hoes]

Hi, I really loved your post with the monsters as Birds of Prey! Was wondering if you had any thoughts on the Foxes as Marvel or Mcu characters? I feel like I could see Dan as Carol Danvers and Andrew for sure is Jessica Jones, idk about the rest.

oh wow old post!!

haha unfortunately i’m not really a comics person so i don’t feel like i can really give the best analysis possible, but i have seen most of the mcu movies and bits and pieces of the netflix show so i’ll try my best. also im using dc characters too bc i want to

1. Dan: I think your instinct with Dan as Captain Marvel is spot-on (at least uhhh,, based on the movie lol sorry comics ppl). Her direct, forceful powers and fighting style are definitely reminiscent of dan’s no-nonsense leadership approach. similarly the themes of overcoming sexism and acceling in a male-dominated industry in the captain marvel movie is pretty much the same as dan’s story establishing herself as the first female exy captain (tho sports is way more valid than the military). plus there’s a lot of emphasis on love and friendship between women that dan is ALL about. also lashana lynch would be a god tier dan wilds fc. Dan could also def have that lawful good Okoye from Black Panther energy. Loyal, disciplined, no-nonsense leader. no powers except discipline. no hair. also danai gurira in 2012 with the dreads and the sword and the cape on TWD was definitely part of my middle school sexual awakening

2. Kevin: Aquaman. this is based pretty much exclusively on the fact that jason momoa is my #1 kevin fc and also that Pasifika kevin is phenomenal and mandatory, actually. otherwise i think he has a decent amount of stick-up-the-ass cyclops energy. or dick grayson nightwing energy but i don’t have any evidence for why. kinda looks like him tho

3. Andrew: andrew gets the most characters bc he’s my favorite. i think ur jessica jones instincts are absolutely correct, both in her storyline (i only watched the first season) and her powers. i’ve seen some powers au and the tendency seems to be giving andrew like,, psychic powers or the like, and i don’t really agree. andrew is a very direct character. he’s pragmatic, he confronts problems head on, and he doesn’t muck about in details. to me this really translates best into physical powers like super strength that help u big punch straight thru all ur problems. also i def think andrew would be not just a solo hero but a mercenary (or a detective) because he’s not altruistic enough to be a standard vigilante. he doesn’t care enough about other people to hang out on rooftops all night waiting for Crime to occur. there’s a price for that.  which brings us to the NEXT andrew hero: deadpool. maybe in personality more of a drugged andrew but the superpowered mercenary is really a perfect fit for andrew. also, healing powers have a decidedly tragic poetry to them on andrew. already he’s self-destructive, if he had a healing factor his concern for his own well-being would be so beyond rock bottom it’d be in the earth’s core. even worse when you remember that with a healing factor, as opposed to indestructibility, you still feel all the pain. which brings us to Wolverine and X-23, who have the same thematic points as deadpool but are much more of a personality match and they have knife hands, which i really think andrew would appreciate. ending that sadness train and onto another tho, andrew’s aesthetic and Vibes fit the Winter Soldier just SO well (just that movie tho, not really civil war or anything past that) and a reinterpretation of the captain america story using the twinyards would be incredibly interesting. and finally, one last hero that would work really well for andrew: rogue, only remove the angst around not being able to touch people, andrew would love that. one touch and their comatose? baller. don't fucking touch him.

4. Matt: Shazam. I didn’t see the shazam movie but my dad and brother did and they said it was very funny and all the trailors looked like it had a lot of fun himbo energy and i really think that fits. in terms of matching himbo disaster energy i think i’ve heard good things about comics hawkeye (not mcu). thor?

5. Aaron: Mr. Fantastic. now this might be a stretch but aaron is a character who uses a skin-deep veneer of anger to cover the fact that he’s actually quite pliant and bends to other people’s wills. and he’s a doctor or w/e. he could alse be like,, antman. he’s smart right? hank pym not paul rudd. katelyn can be wasp

6. Seth: Arm Fall Off Boy. no i will not elaborate.             ..... ugh fine, but i'm using my favorite piece of superhero media of all time: x-men evolution, the one where they're all teenagers in public high school. seth can be lance alvers/avalanche who’s a bit of a jerk and has a lot of issues with authority and has a rivalry with cyclops very reminiscent of seth with kevin, but still there’s the recurring theme that he’s lashing out because of low self-esteem and a bad situation and he’s a surprisingly sympathetic character who i’m very fond of. his power is earthquakes but i think the name makes that pretty self-explanatory

7. Allison: Iron Man. cocky, bitchy, and rich rich rich. sounds like allison to me. then to elevate it a level higher: emma frost, rich bitch extraordinaire. also if allison had telepathic powers she would be unstoppable. plus one more bitchy, morally-gray blonde (but chaotic this time): Harley Quinn

8. Nicky: Okay so I do wanna give a quick shout-out to Northstar, the first openly gay comicbook superhero, who’s a speedster which I’d actually say fits Nicky pretty well. However, if i had to choose a superhero to represent nicky in presence and powers it would have to be Jubilee from x-men (... from what i’ve heard lol. i’ve never actually consumed any of her Media hahaha anyway) she’s a joyful, energetic presence and her powers are setting off fireworks which i think is a good balance of nicky being a supportive cousin-parent AND a chaotic train wreck garbage trash man. also gonna throw in johnny storm for a cheap 'flaming' joke

9. Renee: Thunder/Blackbird from Black Lightning bc she’s a fufkin lesbian lol. (i don’t watch the show but i do follow nafessa williams’s tag). now the fr ones i’m gonna do together because to me they have the same Vibes so i chose them for the same reasons. Wonder Woman and Storm who to me have the same  reserved, impartial, regal energy. honestly ethereal and somewhat otherwordly, and quite literally goddesses. also op as hell.  black widow and her “red in my leger” looking for redemption story also fits thematically.

10. Neil: okay lazy answer first: the flash or quicksilver. get it? because they run fast? and neil run too? yea i like to think i've proven myself to be better than such a surface level interpretation but worth the mention ig. so for srs now, mystique and her shape changing powers would be an interesting interpretation of neil's identity issues, but i wanna push it a step further. nightcrawler would actually be possibly the MOST interesting hero to apply to neil 1. because powers still very movement go fast place to place 2. because of the thematic focus on neil's unusual looks and the lengths he goes to hide them, very much in line with the way nightcrawler will use a hologram-projector in order to look human, yet in both cases it's only a surface-level illusion, and 3. his parentage. here, mary would be mystique, which i also think works very well considering mary seemed to be the far more effective chameleon on the run than neil, and also fits with her place as a morally grey character, as mystique herself is often a villain or an antagonist, with her own agenda and shadowy motives. then nathan matches well with nightcrawler's father: azazel, a literal demon, and also where kurt gets his appearance. it's a shockingly coherent narrative between the three of them. then, to also give neil some powers that aren't contingent on his fucked up geneology and rather on his own merit and abilities, Black Canary and her sonic voice parallel the way that neil began to anchor his identity and take ownership over himself through his voice and his sick roasts

and 1 extra, wymack: batman, on account of his altruism, his dedication to second chances, and his many, many adopted children

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anon, ik it's been a sec since you sent this, so i hope it gets back to you. i had a fun time with it and it prompted like,,, 7 different au s that i'll never write

[baby-army-ff]

feelings -- J-Hope x Emma

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Emma trailed behind Monte as the proud girl flung the doors open to Big Hit Studios. The foyer was bright and the epitome of professionalism—tile floors that looked polished and shined that morning, not a dust bunny in any corner, and a large desk that looked fresh from IKEA decorated the entire entryway. Behind it sat an unsuspecting, tiny Asian girl dressed in a pencil skirt and loose blouse.

“Good afternoon, Yuri!” Monte shouted, echoing off every wall in the foyer. The girl shook and dropped the pen that she had been writing with. Even Emma jumped at the reverb. Monte continued her stroll, seemingly unphased.

“How are you today? I’m stupendous.” Monte rolled without missing a beat. And without letting Yuri get a word in. “Emma and myself were just stopping by to drop off sandwiches to the boys. I mean, no offense to Big Hit, but they are always waayy too excited for food. So, we thought, we might as well give them the full American experience with none other than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

Did Yuri understand a word Monte was saying, Emma wasn’t sure.

“I’m not sure they’ve ever had this exact entrée before. At least, not by two of the best PB&J artists in the United States. I think it’ll blow them away. What do you think, Emma?”

Monte hadn’t given her a script for this scene.

“Yes?” She responded more as a question.

“Perfect! Thanks for your understanding, Yuri. We’ll be out in no time! And also, if you could not tell Bang PD or Sejin about this, that’d be awesome. Thanks!” Monte pulled Emma past the security guards before she finished the last sentence.

When they made into the other room, Monte plopped the cardboard box filled with paper bags down on the couch in the waiting room.

“The security guards let us right past them.” It seemed to easy to Emma.

“Oh,” Monte snickered. “We are well acquainted, trust me. I think Yoongi would kill them if they laid a finger on me again. Anyways, we have a lot of ground to cover. Yoongi, of course, will be in his studio, so I’ll take that one.”

“I can take J-Hope’s. I’m pretty sure I know where the dance studio is.”

“Perfect! I don’t want you to get lost, so let’s just meet back here after that and we’ll figure out where to go from there.”

Emma nodded, grabbing a bag from the box and heading out into the hallway. The first time she had been here, the large building seemed like a maze. Given, she had only visited two other times since, but somehow the directions to the studio were committed to memory. Maybe because Monte and J-Hope had made it into an annoying song when they were trying to teach Emma the layout.

God, J-Hope and Monte were absolutely insane together. How did Yoongi deal with them alone before Emma came on as their fourth wheel? Emma refused to call it double dating, especially now that she had been on a few dates with Jimin. The only reason J-Hope and Emma were as close as they were was because they were always helping Monte and Yoongi sort through their issues. It came with being their best friends.

Emma slid through the dance studio door as she pushed it open. J-Hope sat on the wood floor, legs sprawled out in front of him as he leaned against the mirror-filled wall.

“Hey, good time. I finished practice.” He spoke clearly. He obviously had been practicing his English since she first met him months ago.

“Monte and I made sandwiches for everyone, so I thought I’d bring you yours.” She held the bag out to him as he pulled himself up and came over to her.

“That’s sweet. Thank you.” He tossed the bag onto the ground where he was previously sitting.

The boys did usually eat like they were starving, but J-Hope’s body alone was built and toned, muscles twitched down his arms with every move. It wasn’t a surprise—he danced several hours throughout the day, Emma knew that. The sweat that coated his forehead was proof enough of his work ethic.

Emma turned towards the door, her mission complete.

“You’re leaving?” The pout on his face made him look like a hurt puppy.

“I have other sandwiches to deliver, you know.” She chuckled.

“Dance one song with me.” He walked over to where his phone was plugged into the speaker.

“J-Hope, I don’t dance. I’d look stupid next to you.” There was no way. Nope. This is where she put her foot down. No matter how comfortable she got with J-Hope, there was no way she was dancing next to a professional, even if he was one of her best friends.

“Take off your shoes.” He hit play, quieting her protests.

“Why?” She shook her head laughing, kicking her tennis shoes off.

He copied her, kicking off his shoes near hers. “You need to..” He flung his arms in the air, modeling what she needed to do.

She laughed. “Let loose?”

“Let loose!” He mimicked her English words, tugging her hands towards him and swinging them to loosen up her arms.

“You’re crazy.” She followed nonetheless, letting him pull her towards the middle of the room.

Dropping her hands, he spun in circles around her, socks allowing him to glide across the floor. “You don’t have to dance.”  He ran halfway across the room, jumping to slide the rest of the way to the wall.

Emma laughed as he nearly rammed into the wall. “You want to slide across the floor?”

“Slide! Yeah!” His eyes lit up at the new word.

He was too excited for her to say no and crush his dreams, so she ran to join him against the wall. They got in position to sprint and slide across the room as the beat dropped.

Right on the beat, J-Hope dashed to the center of the room, hopping onto both feet to glide the rest of the way.

In between laughs, Emma followed him, trying to gain speed before she skidded across the dance floor. The two bust out in more laughter as she collided against him.

He led the way for most of the song. Every once in awhile, she’d dash off in front of him, getting a head start. They even got fancy and began to slide in circles around each other.

Emma couldn’t remember the last time she laughed until she couldn’t breath. Could too much laughing give one abs? If so, she would definitely have some by the time she was done hanging out with J-Hope. He had to have a full six-pack already by how much he laughed, and danced. Probably both.

J-Hope grabbed one of her hands, pulling her along to catch her up to his speed as the song was coming to an end. As they hopped into their last coasting across the dance floor, J-Hope slipped on his own feet and fell with a thud, their hands broke apart.

Emma held in the laughter until she noticed he was laughing at his own mistake. Shaking her head, she held her hand out to help him up. “I thought you were the professional dancer! How did you fall before me?”

“I’m not perfect!” He smiled up at her before taking her hand.

When he stood up, she didn’t realize how close they’d be. How she could see every detail of his eyes. His bright smile. The sharpness of his nose and jawline. It wasn’t a question, he was perfect.

He squeezed her hand as they stood facing each other, smiles turning into gazes. Her heart beat out of her chest, and she worried the moment would be gone with her next breath. So she held it in.

How could anyone ever say that he was ugly? Yeah, she’d read those comments on their social media posts. They were blind, or had an awful taste in men. His duality was the most astonishing. A second ago, they were like children sliding across the dance floor. Now, her stomach was flipping under his stare, and there was a warmth growing in her body that she had never felt before.

Should she be feeling this way on her dates with Jimin?

He pulled his bottom lip in, chewing on it.

Emma entertained the thoughts of what if. What if she leaned in, went for it? Whatever it was. Would they kiss? Would he pull her in, bringing her body flush up against his? Could she push the sweat-drenched hair out of his eyes and run her fingers down his jaw bone, down his chest, down—

“Hey!”

She sprung away from J-Hope like he was on fire and she was the gasoline.

“Hey, Jimin.” J-Hope nodded towards the boy sauntering through the studio door.

She smiled the best she could, greeting Jimin.

“What are you doing here, Emma?” Jimin asked, throwing an arm around her to give her a side hug.

“She was just dropping off a sandwich for you.” J-Hope gestured towards the paper bag.

“Awwww, thank you so much!” A smile spread across his face as he squeezed his arm around her tighter.

Jimin and her were nothing serious, but the few dates they had gone on were enjoyable. He seemed to really like her, constantly feeding her compliments and asking her what she thought of different things. Compared to him, she had been majorly slacking in that department. He hadn’t even crossed her mind when she thought of whose sandwich to deliver.

With Jimin’s back turned to grab the sandwich, Emma’s eyes met J-Hope’s one last time. For the first time since they met, he looked sad, his mouth turned down in a frown.

“I should probably go grab another sandwich for you.” She headed over to the mirror to grab her shoes. It broke her heart to see J-Hope with that look.

“Yeah.. whenever.”

One of them said, but she barely caught it as she rushed out the door. Leaning against the wall outside the studio, she tucked her shoes back on. Monte’s words from a few nights ago rang in her head. How so many girls would die to be in my position, going on casual dates with Park Jimin. It was their dream.

She didn’t deserve him. He deserved one of those girls. One of the ones who dreamed about him. Not the one who ogled over his roommate. God, she really was becoming an awful person.

[writerlyhabits]

Covered In Mud (Tenth Doctor x Gallifreyan Daughter!Reader)

I'm back from the dead! I feel like an awful human being, I have had this request since I went on spring break who knows how long ago. So first and foremost, I want to apologize to @justheretoscrollpast for making them wait so long! I love you for being patient! This kind of ran away from me, but I’m happy with the direction it went. I feel like writing wise it’s probably not the best thing I’ve written, but because of the amount of research I did to make this work I’m pretty proud of the plot. Anyway, thanks all for being so patient, I really appreciate you guys. I hope you like it! 

Request: If you'd be ok with it, could you do another tenth doctor with a Gallifreyan daughter!reader request? Could write it with them running/racing each other through the rain on earth to meet some important people to fix something important because the TARDIS can't be used for some reason? Maybe when they get there, these people are sort of disgusted/showing disapproval at how wet they are, and the reader feels embarrassed/sad about how they talk to her but the Doctor is not bothered and comforts the reader/maybe says something back to these people? Just kind of fluffy, if that's ok, thank you again!

Why was it always raining in England? No matter what year, what month, what century, it seemed like the skies were always cloudy or already leaking water. And of course, right now it was pouring buckets. Of all days. Because chasing alien miscreants through Regency-era England is so much easier when the roads are soaked and muddy.

"No no no no, don't stop, come on!" the Doctor exclaimed, angrily beating against the device in his hands. You stopped beside him to catch your breath, taking note of the fact that the bottom portion of your petticoat was covered in mud.

"This is the last time I change my outfit to fit the era," you grumble as your dad made an attempt to quickly restore the tracker. He gives you a sideways glance with an eyebrow raised. "You never do! And I would give anything to be wearing trainers right now. I've got so much mud in my shoes, I might a well not be wearing any."

"I never forced you to change," he laughed, "that was your own silly idea." You stuck your tongue out at him in reply before turning to observe the street around you. As far as Regency England went, it wasn't anything particularly grand. People were bustling about, groups of young girls squealing as they escaped the rain, and a lot of men in top hats.

"Dad, we've hit the jackpot, look at all those top hats!" you smiled, nudging his arm. He glanced up from the device again and, after a quick scan of the street, gave a hearty laugh. "I told you they were in style! It would have even matched your coat!" You exclaimed, referring to the top hat that you had dug out of the TARDIS closet earlier that morning.

"Yes, but it wouldn't have matched my trainers; you know, the ones that don't have mud in them right now," he smirked. You rolled your eyes.

"Okay fine, point taken. Now hurry up and fix that thing! The quicker we get out of here, the quicker I get back to the TARDIS to get real clothes." He snickered as he pulled his sonic out of his jacket pocket and worked on the tracker, ducking out of the way so as not to attract the attention of passersby.

It was a charming little street, you had to admit. There was a bakery across the street that smelled heavenly, and a hat shop just down the road that housed a mass of women who were glancing out at the skies above while delightedly going about picking ribbons for their caps. You took notice of the shops next to the two of you; a flower shop was at your left, and to the right of you a quiet bookshop that was stocked with shelves of books and journals, and tables of stationary set up near the front.

You moved to pull the Doctor into the shop for a reprieve from the rain but stopped in your tracks as you looked out at the street. A middle-aged woman was crossing to the other side of the road towards the bakery with a parcel in her hands, yet stopped as if her muscles had given out underneath her. You watched the woman in concern for a few moments, wondering if she would appreciate a helping hand or just wave it off. That was the worst part of this era; you never knew who would sneer at a kind gesture, and who would accept it.

As you sat in contemplation, the sound of horses brought your attention down the road to find a carriage bustling down the street at top speed. You turned your attention back to the woman in the street, and see that she's barely moved. You felt a panic start to bubble inside your chest.

"Uh, dad?" you ask, the worry showing in your tone. He hummed in acknowledgment but wasn't paying attention. You look back at the carriage, seeing the driver shouting in the woman's direction as she struggles to get out of the way. With all that mud, the carriage is never going to be able to stop in time, you thought to yourself. Your feet started moving underneath you as you made your way back into the rain and to the edge of the street.

"Doctor?" you say a little more urgently, not taking your eyes off the scene in front of you. Get out of the way, you plead in your head. Stop the carriage, move around her! Neither of the two parties were listening to your thoughts, and your chest was starting to feel tight with anticipation.

The Doctor looked up at you, taking in the sight before him. Not even a half a second later were you sprinting into the street. He sprang up from the wall he had been leaning against, his hearts stopping as he watched you move and a shout getting caught in his throat.

"Look out!" you managed to yell, the woman turning your direction in the brief moment before you leapt towards her, bringing the both of you to the ground on the other side of the street, creating a giant splash as you landed in the mud. The carriage sped by only a moment later, proceeding to splash you with another coat of mud. Because that's what this situation needed. More mud.

The Doctor let go of the breath he hadn't realized he was holding as he watched you roll off of the other woman and get up on your feet. He wasted no time in making his way across the street, fully intending to scold you for worrying him like that, and hold you in his arms for much longer than was needed. You were far too much like your father, and it annoyed him to no end.

"Are you alright, Miss?" you asked the woman you . . . knocked over, offering a hand to help her up out of the mud.

"Oh, yes, thank you, dear," she smiled back. "I don't know what came over me, it got hard to move. Must have been all this mud," she laughed lightly. She seemed as if she was brushing something off, almost like she was trying to ignore her weakness, so you didn't press. It was only then that you became aware of the people on the street around you.

"Good lord, what a mess!"

"All the way to my boot, how preposterous!"

"Just look at the state of her petticoat!"

You hated having all the eyes on you when things fell to ruin. It made you feel so small. It always reminded you of the burden you carried on your shoulders; one of the last of the timelords and all you did was make a mess wherever you landed. The Doctor knew this about you and always made sure he was quick to the rescue. That was one weight he never wanted you to bear alone, and he did everything in his power to be sure you never did.

"Right, and I didn't see any of you making an attempt to save this woman's life, now did I?" The Doctor's voice questioned in a tone that could make anyone quiver in his wake. Except for you, of course. That was a comforting sound, your dad swooping in to protect you. The crowd around you dissipated with guilty expressions, the Doctor turning back to you with a gentle smile. "You alright?"

"Just a bit dirty, I'm fine," you smiled back. He gave you a reassuring pat on the back before reaching down to retrieve the woman's parcel out of the dirt, which reminded you of the state of the both of your outfits. "Oh, I'm sorry to have gotten you so dirty, I hope I haven't ruined your plans miss."

"No no dear, you're quite alright. I was just out getting some stationary. I've been working on a new book!" she explained rather excitedly.

"A new one? What might I recognize as your work?" you asked politely.

"Well, I'm not sure if you might recognize any of them, but I have written a few titles. Sense and Sensibility was my first . . . You might recognize, more recently, Persuasion and Northanger Abbey . . ." Your mouth fell open in awe.

"Mansfield Park, Emma, and Pride and Prejudice?" You finished, bewildered at the scenario you had just found yourself in.

"Yes! So you've read them?" She asked, seeming just as elated as you.

"Absolutely! Over and over again!  And I've got to say, Pride and Prejudice has to be one of my favorites," you gushed, earning a giggle from her.

Holy shit. I'm talking to Jane Austen. You squealed internally at the thought.

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear it! Now, I do hate to have to end this so soon, but I would much like to get home to keep working on this new idea I have," Jane explained, gesturing to the parcel in her hands.

"Yes! Absolutely! The book won't write itself," you joked, earning a laugh from the author. "Who knows, maybe this will be my new favorite."

"Perhaps! And I can't thank you enough for saving my life."

"Oh, believe me, it was my pleasure!" you heard yourself say. Jane gave you a strange look, yet still smiled warmly as she waved a goodbye and continued on her way, leaving you with your mouth wide open as you played the entire interaction over again in your mind.

I just saved Jane Austen's life.

"I just saved Jane Austen's life!" You almost yelled, turning to your dad to see him smiling from ear to ear. He started laughing infectiously, picking you up in a hug and spinning you around in the air.

"We just met Jane Austen!" he repeated excitedly, setting you back down on the ground. The two of you looked off in the direction she had walked, still just able to make her out in the crowd.

"What year is it? What book is she writing?" You asked eagerly, desperate to know which novel you had just helped get written. The Doctor gave a deflated sigh.

"Its August of 1816," he started, looking a bit wistful. "She's writing Sanditon."

"No . . . she never finishes that one," you reply, shoulders sinking as the realization hits you.

"She dies of Addison's disease July of next year."

"That's why her muscles were weak . . . That's one of the milder symptoms. She doesn't even know she's sick yet."

"No, but she will soon. I think instead of helping her book, you might have helped her realize that she's not well," your dad replied, trying to comfort you. You only pouted.

"I hate it when we meet people who are gonna die soon," you whined. The Doctor giggled at your response, pulling the repaired tracker back out of his pocket, his face changing immediately.

"Got 'em. . . We've got 'em!" he yelled excitedly as he read the monitor, making you jump. "Ready to run again?" You looked from your dad, then back to watch Jane Austen completely disappear into the crowd, before donning a smile and facing the timelord in front of you again.

"When am I not ready?"

"That's my girl! Allons-y!"

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Painted Flaws - Colossus/Piotr Rasputin x villian!Reader

Part 6

word count: 1.6k 

The situation at the rendezvous had escalated way too quick for you to handle.

A sentinel attack had occurred near the transfer point; and you received a call from an informant that the transfer had been compromised.

You zigzag against the hordes of people running away from site of the attacks; the utter chaos of the district was unprecedented.

And as you clutch the cool metal suitcase close to your body, you feel an unusually heavy dust of concrete and rubble falling from above.

You pick up on a slow, violently growling treble, as your eyes follow the sound to the top of the building. Your eyes narrow onto the sentinel – the building next to it dwarfed by its sheer size – as its claw-like hands tear the building into half; calculatingly pulling the top half of concrete office spaces apart – like it was just in another days’ work.

You hear shrieks coming from the now dissembled building – electrical wires zipping wildly, plumbing pipes bent and hanging precariously from both halves. The sentinels’ glowing red eyes surveys the top half of (what once was) the building, then scans over the bottom half. From your position, it looked like its head was just peaking over the jagged edges of the halved-building.

 It takes you a while, but you realise the sentinel had shifted its sights onto you. You feel the tension in the air; a look of sudden interest in the Sentinel – before its’ eyes flash a dangerous glinting crimson.

Your heart picks up – a deep huff of air – and you’re sprinting down the slippery alleyway.

 You have to get the suitcase away at all costs

the adrenaline screams in your ears – as you swerve into alley after alley, thankfully unsullied by the chaos and humans surrounding the busy streets just inches away.

You put on your comms device, fumbling with the earpiece in one hand before getting it onto your ear.

‘’Extraction needed NOW. I have hold of Essex-1. A sentinel is on my tail.’’ You huff, struggling to hang onto the words.

A buzzing filters through the earpiece, before a gruff, radioed voice – ‘’On the way. Keep Essex-1 safe. At. All. Costs.’’

You shut off the comms.

Tight ass

 You flick open your navigation device, pulling up the nearest helipad onto the screen.

Great. It’s 8 blocks away.

You fasten all loose articles of clothes, sling pack and tech onto yourself – handcuffing the suitcase onto your being – because which self-respecting spyssassin doesn’t carry handcuffs with them?

Your ears catch the booming destruction of the sentinel chasing behind you, but you were much too preoccupied with getting away from that certain phenomenon. (Though, you felt bad for all the collateral damage happening en route to your destination)

 You pace yourself for the next 5 blocks, making sure not to be seen by the sentinels, before sprinting full speed as you hear the chopper in the sky – giving you 3 quick loud beeps as a signal.

It was just your luck that a sentinel was smack dab in the middle of the junction that you needed to cross to get to the building that held the helipad.

 There was no time to lose. With a sentinel on your pursuit, you had a decision to make. You look back to where you last saw the sentinel – its robotic head swiveling, scanning the area for, undoubtedly, you.  

If I run out into plain sight, I’ll be dead-meat. Who knows how many other sentinels are nearby where I can’t see.

Your brain starts to buzz with an annoying kind of pain. You look back to the sentinel again, making sure that it hasn’t caught onto you.

C’mon, think... think…

Its’ head stops swiveling, eyes dead set in your direction.

Shit.

 Before you could move or think about your escape plan – you hear the rushing thunder of a jet over where the junction was.

And it doesn’t take long for the heroes to show themselves.

 The X-Force had the sentinel wrangling against them in minutes – leaving the junction wide and clear for you. You pull up your mask, before bolting across the street, not caring if you were seen or not.

 ***

 Cable notices a figure dashing out from an alleyway, and his TO eye glows with recognition and renewed interest.

‘’I have eyes on our mystery woman. Keep the sentinels busy.’’ He instructs into his comms, as he tracks behind you, swiftly catching up to you.

 I really don’t have time for this.

 Your brain moves faster than your legs, mapping out an escape route with adrenaline as its marker. Taking the elevator would put you in a vulnerable position – but you knew one other way up, though you’ve never had to test it before.

You slow down to a jog as you near the base of the building, hurriedly swinging your sling pack to the front, unzipping and pulling out your grappling hook.

Let’s see if a 50 storey building is any match for this baby.

You extend your arms straight over your head, and aim at the sky, angled slightly towards the top of the building.

‘’You’ve got nowhere else to run, sweetheart.’’ You hear a familiar voice prod at your predicament, but it was only when he heard the blasting zipline of the hook that he realized how wrong he was.

‘’Fucking slippery –‘’

Before he could finish pulling out his gun – and his sentence – you had the line secured onto the middle of your belt buckle – waving a fluid goodbye to the man before being whisked straight up towards the top floor of the building.

Cable takes aim at the rapidly ascending zipline, unsuccessfully shooting at the glass windows, just merely missing you in his wake.

His techno-organic eye glints with anticipation as he pulls forward his sub-machine gun – dialing the knob to the highest measure: 11

You could see him, receding away as fast as the ground beneath you, and watch as he fiddles with a bigger gun.

Imagine your surprise when he aims it to the ground, pulling the trigger with a booming crackle of the road around him.

 The force of the gun propels his dense body away from the concrete road – leaving it in a mess of rubble and wreckage in the process.

Cable reaches you almost instantly, grabbing you into a headlock, as the zipline gets stuck from the sudden force of Cable’s weight plunging it down.

You hawk and gag – struggling to breathe– much less get a few words out.

‘’Are you – hckhck – You’ll kill us both!’’ You labour at the words, clawing at his hand. He had no intention of letting you go, gripping you tighter when you fought and twisted, almost revealing your face as the mask inched down.

You push at the side of the building window with the heel of your foot, harder and faster – building enough momentum – before crashing through the glass and into the 49th level of the office building. You made sure to move out of the way of the window before contact, letting most of the impact fall on the man instead.

You skid across the one area of carpeted floor – the rain of scattered shards of glass piercing through the skin on your forearm, as you fall further away from the window than the man with the glinting eye.

You scan the area from your position on the floor, groaning as you roll around to push yourself off the ground. You prop yourself up on one knee, when the suitcase detaches from you, releasing its singular content on the ground.

  The vial of glowing purple solution clinks onto the laminate floor – but before you could stretch to retrieve it, you see someone moving in the corner of your eye.

You dodge his jabs left and right, fighting off the man with the bionic arm, as you get up onto your feet, straining to keep your eye on the vial.

In a fraction of a second, you catch the man recoiling a solid punch with his human hand, and everything slows down. His arm crosses half the distance between the two of you,

Now

you meet his hard fist with your palm, firm and sharp, as the pain rings through your skin, biting into it – masked only by the adrenaline and your smirk.

The man frowns, but before he could move, you kick him square in the balls – eliciting a pained grunt from him – but not before he catches your leg with his techno-organic hand, grasping it between his fingers. The mechanical parts whirr as his robotic fingers twist, slow and tight, into an almost inhuman form.

Then it starts glowing a bright and dangerous blue.

The burns come fast onto you, his metal hand like fire on your skin, mere seconds after scorching through the fabric of your denims.

‘’Got you now sweetcheeks.’’ He sneers with a gruff confidence.

You let out a scream, hands drawing out your buzzer cane from your holster with precision, clicking at the sensor as it whips a warning shot of electricity into the air. You jab it at his metal, effectively electrocuting him enough to get some leeway to escape.

He falls to his knees with a thud, and you manage to get back to the position of the vial.

As you fix the vial back into the suitcase, you see the neon orange numbers on the elevator side flickering from your periphery –

47

48

49

DING

You watch, tension building in your muscles, ready to pounce at whoever was behind the heavy metal doors.

When the doors pull apart, they reveal a man with jet black hair, and eyelids that unveil angry, focused blues.

Blue eyes that could never fall from recognition.

Piotr

He steps out into the scene, before transforming into the X-Men’s very own: Colossus.

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[ao3feed-cherik]

(Wise Men Say) Only Fools Rush In

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LY3qBc

by JR Granger (JR_Granger)

After reading a fic where Erik and Charles are super sluts, meet at what is presumably Raven and Emma's engagement party, and end up sleeping together, I made the following comment and just inspired myself.

"They start casually texting each other throughout the day, maybe while they’re bored or frustrated at work, and start out meeting up and sleeping together semi-frequently. And eventually they accidentally start dating without noticing it at first, not until Raven and Emma get them alone and are like “wtf you two super sluts are actually dating??” And at first they deny, but then they’re both like “holy shit, we are!” And they meet back at one of their places and they don’t have to say anything, they just look at each other and come together immediately, kissing passionately and ~making love~. In the middle of it they realise that’s what they’ve been doing for a long time now and they confess their love to each other and they live happily ever after because they deserve all the good in the world."

Words: 12287, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme, Raven | Mystique, Emma Frost, Anya Lehnsherr, Edie Lehnsherr, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark

Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme/Emma Frost (background), Emma Frost/Raven | Mystique

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Still Have Powers, Charles Xavier has a Ph.D in Adorable, Erik is a Sweetheart, Smitten Erik, Clueless Charles, seriously he's so thick, don't post on other sites, Erik You Slut, Charles You Slut, Top Charles, Bottom Charles, Top Erik, Bottom Erik, Versatile Charles, Versatile Erik, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Telepathic Bond, Canon Jewish Character

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LY3qBc

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel for Sam Winchester) - Chapter 40

Summary:  You’ve just opened an occult bookstore in Lebanon, Kansas, when you fall for a tall, handsome customer…literally. You soon find out that there’s more to the world than you ever suspected, including you. Discovering your heritage puts you directly in a witch’s crosshairs, though, so the Winchesters offer to take you in and teach you how to protect yourself. As you discover your own family history with the supernatural and your own hidden talents, you can’t help but wish a certain brother was as excited about your interest as you are.

Total length: 43 chapters, 70,247 words - Read on AO3 - Series masterlist

Chapter word count: 2143 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level angst and violence

Sam

As soon as Dean mentioned Plan B, Sam’s heart sank. Giving Y/N the cook’s tour of Hell was something he had really hoped they could avoid. Godfrey’s map had only gone so far, and after that, they would be going on where Godfrey had heard things were, but he’d never been there. Matching up what Dean, Sam, and Cas knew of Hell with what Godfrey knew had been impossible. All Sam knew was there was a portal to Purgatory, and in Purgatory, there was a portal to Maine. The only good part of Plan B was that the demons most likely to give them resistance were all too busy trying to escape Hell through the windows they’d smashed in the throne room. They’d be lost, but at least they wouldn’t be lost and fighting.

Sam and Dean led the way, with Cas trailing behind Y/N, since Sam had been the most recent visitor to Hell, and knew what the portal to Purgatory looked like. As they walked down hallways, the air smelled steadily worse, the lighting grew dimmer and more eerie, and Sam felt the temperature rise. Dean fell behind Sam for a moment, and Sam heard Dean give Y/N a machete in place of the kitchen knife she had grabbed.

“It won’t kill a demon, but they move a lot slower without their heads,” Dean joked. Sam huffed while he searched for the next turn. He listened while Dean talked Y/N through beheading a demon. From what he could gather, Y/N had been doing well with the machete, which is why Dean had brought it with him for her. Short of a gun, which Sam also heard Dean hand over, a machete was what Y/N had come closest to mastering. Knowing that Y/N was now fully armed to protect herself, Sam took a calming breath and focused on the task at hand.

A few turns later, and they were beyond Godfrey’s map, into what he’d heard about, but never seen. The only thing Godfrey had mentioned that was giving Sam hope was that the section of Hell Sam had been in before would feel different. Godfrey hadn’t been able to describe what he’d heard exactly, but he’d said that innocent souls felt and smelled different than damned souls. They were brighter, there was less of a brimstone smell about them, and they were cooler, so the section of Hell that housed them tended to also be brighter, cooler, and smell better. At each junction, Sam would stop and sniff. After doing this a few times, he started to feel like a bloodhound, but he thought he was truly feeling a difference. Dean was grumbling that everything looked and smelled the same to him, but Cas was smiling. Dean fell behind Y/N and Cas moved up with Sam.

“I don’t smell the difference, or feel a difference in the air, but I feel a difference in the emotions, Sam,” Y/N said. Cas tilted his head and peered at her while Sam stopped sniffing to look at her. “The damned souls are all saying that they don’t deserve to be here, but underneath, they don’t believe it. They’re lying. Each time you make a correct turn, I feel fewer lies. We’re on the right path, Sam, I can feel it.” Y/N gave him a small smile, and Sam suddenly realized what she must be feeling with all of these tortured souls around her. She would be feeling all of their pain.

“Can you feel everything these souls are feeling, Y/N?” Sam thought his heart might break at the answer.

“It’s like swimming in the ocean. It’s everywhere, but I can deal with it. I’ll be okay.” Y/N smiled up at him, and he desperately wanted to kiss her, wrap his arms around her, and protect her from the energy all around them. Y/N took his hand, and indicated which turn they should make next.

With Cas looking at the souls they passed, Sam sniffing the air, and Y/N sensing the emotions around them, it didn’t take long for them to get to the section of Hell they were looking for. Finding the portal took longer, since it was so well hidden, but Sam remembered what it looked like, so when they approached it, he saw it right away. Sam pushed through it, first, then pulled everyone else through. Once everyone was through, Cas pushed the rocks up against the portal again to cover their tracks, and Sam took Y/N into his arms.

“I was beginning to think I’d never feel you again,” Sam whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“I was beginning to think I’d never see you again,” Y/N whispered back. Y/N’s hands snaked around his neck and she pulled him down to her for a long kiss. Sam wanted to do nothing more than just stand there and kiss her, but he knew they weren’t out of danger, yet. He pulled away and looked down at her with his hands on her shoulders.

“We’re not safe, yet, sorry to say. Welcome to Purgatory.” Sam gave Y/N a wry smile and tried not to chuckle when her eyes widened.

“Purgatory? Like where….” Y/N’s voice trailed off as she turned to look at Dean and Cas, who had taken on defensive stances and were on guard against attack. She let her eyes roam the woods around them and sighed. “Monster Heaven. Okay. What’s next?”

Dean interrupted. “We keep an eye out for a bearded Cajun vampire on our way to the portal back topside. On the way, we kill anything that attacks. Keep moving and make heads roll, sister.” With that, Dean and Cas started walking, so Sam and Y/N followed.

While they walked, Y/N asked, so Dean told her about Benny. “I know, he told Sam he doesn’t fit topside, anymore, but if we see him, I want to try and convince him to come back, anyway. Things are different, now. Sam said he could accept him living with us at the bunker and even hunting with us, as long as he stays clean. He’d have a place in the world, if he wants it.” Sam watched Y/N smile at Dean and take his hand for a moment.

“Then we’ll just have to convince him,” she said with a smile. Sam watched Dean beam at Y/N right as a group of werewolves appeared in his peripheral vision. The skirmish was quick, with the men taking out all but one of the werewolves. Dean kept one alive long enough to ask about Benny, and after he got the answers he was looking for, he removed the wolf’s head. Dean and Cas chatted for a moment, Sam thought he heard something about Cas being able to fly here, then Cas disappeared. A few minutes later, Cas came back and nodded.

“He was there. He was surprised to see me, but said he’d make his way to the portal to meet us. I’m going to join him so I don’t attract Leviathan to us with Y/N here. I’ll make sure he gets there, Dean.” Cas patted Dean’s shoulder, and Dean gave Cas a tense smile.

“Thanks, man. See you there.” Cas disappeared, and the three of them started hiking.

There were a few more skirmishes, one with a small tribe of Amazons, which caused an interesting conversation after Dean spent a moment too long searching their faces before he swung at the first one attacking him. Sam didn’t see the face Dean was looking for, and neither did Dean, for which Sam was truly grateful. Benny could survive without killing, had done so before, and had a body to return to topside. After Sam had killed Emma, though, they had burned her body. Even if they hadn’t, Sam wasn’t sure an Amazon could survive without killing. In Sam’s mind, it was a question best left unasked.

Sam spent the rest of the hike through Purgatory telling Y/N about what Crowley had had them doing while she was locked up. Y/N didn’t say much, but the look on her face was thunderous.

As they approached the hill below the portal, Sam saw the portal’s light flashing above them. Part of him wanted to run towards it with Y/N, but part of him didn’t want to leave Dean behind, even for a moment. So, they stayed at the bottom of the hill and waited until Cas and Benny showed up.

Sam knew immediately when Dean saw Benny, because his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Sam turned around and saw the vampire and the angel approaching, and gave them both a smile. Benny and Dean embraced, and then Benny turned to Sam with his hand outstretched. Sam shook it, gladly, with a smile.

Dean patted Benny’s shoulder and turned him toward Y/N. “Benny, meet the girl that stole Sam’s heart, Y/N. Y/N, this is the buddy I was telling you about, Benny.”

Benny gave Y/N a very charming smile, took her hand, and kissed the back of it. “I can see why Sam fell so hard. It’s always a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman such as yourself, Y/N.” Sam watched Y/N smile and blush, and was glad when she decided to move back to his side where he could put his arm around her. Not that he was jealous of how the vampire so easily charmed his girlfriend or anything. It was for protection. Yeah, protection.

Sam, Cas, and Y/N stayed quiet while Dean set his offer in front of Benny. In the middle of his speech, they were interrupted by a trio of Leviathan, which Dean, Cas, and Benny took out with ease, almost without interrupting their conversation. Sam wondered exactly how long Dean had spent fighting beside Benny before they had found Cas and then the portal. Obviously long enough to work well together. Sam came out of his reverie when he realized Benny was arguing.

“Dean, I told ya, brother, I’m better here. There’s no hunger here. I don’t have to belong to survive, but I can if I need to. Are you honestly telling me none of your hunter friends are going to have a problem with you hunting with a vampire? I seem to remember a certain friend of yours had a big problem with it, Dean. So big, he damn near killed my granddaughter just to get at me.”

“It’s different, now, Benny. We have a bunker. You’d have your own space. Sammy’s even on board with it, aren’t you, Sammy?”

Sam nodded and smiled at Benny. “Seriously, Benny, we’ll make it work. I didn’t understand before, but I do now, and I’m okay with it.”

Cas interrupted. “We need to go. There’s more coming.”

Dean sighed and then turned to Y/N. “Convince him, Y/N. Please.” Sam turned to Y/N to see what she’d do.

Y/N shook her head. “I’ll talk Dean, but I won’t push him. This is too big a deal for me to force him to do it, and you know that.” Sam almost chuckled at the look on Benny’s face when he considered Y/N “forcing” him to do anything. “Benny, I don’t know you, but I know these guys, and if they say they can make it work, they can make it work. They just rescued me from the King of Freaking Hell, who was holding me in Hell, and now I’m in freaking Purgatory, so you can’t tell me they can’t make a little social anxiety work itself out.” Y/N cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow at Benny while putting her free hand on her hip.

Benny barked a laugh while Sam, Dean, and Cas all chuckled. “A little social anxiety, you say, darlin’?” Benny laughed again, but was interrupted by Cas again.

“They’re almost here. We move now, or fight, and I can’t tell how many of them there are.”

Y/N was about to put her hand on Benny’s arm, but Sam saw her stop herself. “Come back with us. If it doesn’t work out, we can always kill you again, right?”

Benny shook his head and smiled. “I guess you’re right. All right. I’m comin’, brother.” Dean clapped a hand on Benny’s back, and all five of them turned towards the portal. Cas watched the approaching band of vampires get closer, while Dean cut open his arm and began the spell to trap Benny’s soul. Sam pushed Y/N towards the portal before going to help Cas.

“Go through the portal. Hank should be waiting somewhere on the other side! We’ll be right behind you!” Sam turned around and started to defend Dean while he was finishing the spell. After cutting off two vamp heads, he looked back and saw Y/N slip through the portal. With a sigh of relief, he returned to the task at hand, and so did Dean.

[holydepths-blog]

✩ watergate :3

this took too fucking long

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? i feel like emma cos she’s more angry dramatic and he’s more emo dramatic but i was also gonna say he probably should to accomodate for his heightWho threatens to leave but never actually does? neither of them, they’ve both left one another repeatedly. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? both of them, see above. Who trashes the house? i don’t think either of them … i can’t see him ever doing it but if he did she would kick his ass things need to be NEAT Do either of them get physical? basement gate tease ! but no … it’s soft ….  that’s been erased from my memory … they’re emo not violent  How often do they argue/disagree? all the time but about #dumb shit nowadays … used to be more serious but now? you like chocolate ice cream better? … idiot  Who is the first to apologise? if they had a penny for every time mickey has apologised to her both of them could quit their low salary jobs and move to france 

Sex:

Who is on top? bold of u to assume they aren’t both switches Who is on the bottom? ^Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? mind ur fucking business … snuggling is a kink Who’s dominant in bed? i don’t think dominant has ever been in either of their vocabulary where’s the john mulaney gif abt soup in the lap … regaurdless … probably he has to be she’s babyIs head ever in the equation? she suck the dick for free and mickey is a good boy, he knows how to go down on a womf If so, who is better at performing it? i don’t know how sex works is it easier to eat thrussy or suck a dick … they both try the only thing that matters is that once he said she was better at sex than [ redacted ] Ever had sex in public? private public … like not dressing room public but like, romantic lookout in a car public … hope no coppers come 2 shine their flashlight Who moans the most? idk if this is my sexism or my lesbian but women should, legally, be required to moan more than menWho leaves the most marks? he better swallow his masculinity and get used to concealer but i feel like that wld not be an issue for him, king ! he can’t borrow hers though it won’t match Who screams the loudest? WHO YELLSWho is the more experienced of the two? mickey. fucking duh. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? they make love :3Rough or soft? soft … unlike his penis How long do they usually last? haha 8 seconds joe goldberg tease? idk how long sex even lasts in general …. solidly average is my guess Is protection used? he better wrap it before he taps it my girl cannot afford plan b . so yesDoes it ever get boring? not …. boring but ….. consistent. when emma gets too drunk she asks odette for sex advice bc she doesn’t want to bore ickey Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? nowhere is strange if ur brave enough.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? …. yes ….If so, how many children do your muses want/have? she wants 27 children actually but literally anything from 1-30 will suffice …. they need a lot of help on his inevitable farm Who is the favorite parent? mickey is the fun parent so u already know who it is Who is the authoritative parent? REMEMBER the clip i sent u from the marky mark movie … she’s always the bad guy until he gets #fedup and he has to remind her that she’s not doing it this time AJSDKF Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? honeslty both of them unless emma hoards all the candy … selfish  Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? both of them they make fucking SIGNS …. its a little league game u dont need to paint the football stripes on ur faceWho goes to parent teacher interviews? they both go but mickey is better at them because emma always goes into teacher mode and tries to talk about Who changes the diapers? mickey does he’s a NURSE he is not grossed out , she is . baby poop is rank Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? where tf is that gifset from prison break when u need it … she does but only because she hates diapers and it’s only fair to pop a tiddie out every night for ur kid in exchangeWho spends the most time with the children? ummmm FAMILY FUN NIGHT x Who packs their lunch boxes?Who gives their children ‘the talk’? mickey he is obligated as a medical professional she don’t teach sex ed …. Who cleans up after the kids? emma but only because she’s a neat freak Who worries the most? both of them try to pretend they’re VERY cool and nonchalant and this is actually very easy until one of them cracks (probably her) and they both worry together constantly . solidarity babey ! ….. moreso her tho u cannot change my mind Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? auntie odette change my mind we said FUCK watergate lives , emdette rise 

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? both of them …. constntly …. disgusting Who is the little spoon? [ jake peralta vc ] everyone likes to be the little spoon, it makes them feel safe ! LOOK HERE buddy …. he is and i dont take questions , even when he was 10 ft Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? can he fucking keep his hands AWF …. thats coming from me not emma she appreciates it Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? both of them …. its CONSTANT … hand on the shoulder , touching someone’s back as u walk past …. SOFT ! n then the one gif  u sent from superstore where amy slaps jonah’s ass that’s emma How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?  they actually fall asleep cuddling and wake up complaining abt falling asleep in a uncomfortable position… shut up abt ur back pain ur not 80 Who gives the most kisses? KISS kisses …. he. but know … she’s always kissing him on the cheek What is their favourite non-sexual activity? this is gonna sound g*y as hell but stay with me here ………. just being in the same place , even when they’re doing diff stuff . TOGETHERNESS …. vomit time Where is their favourite place to cuddle? the couch , i retract my statement about them not being 80 they actually fall asleep watching tv Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? casually ? she … to actually initiate eye emoji ? he How often do they get time to themselves? all the time , they know 2 other people 

Sleeping:

Who snores? he does im hcing this for ur own character If both do, who snores the loudest? she doesn’t SNORE she’s a lady Do they share a bed or sleep separately? they’ve been in 200 different stages of relationship ……. OTHER than depending on that , she sleeps better w him there :3If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? they start far apart cos she’s a blanket hog but she always ends up next 2 him Who talks in their sleep? she mumbles sometimes ….. its nothing coherent What do they wear to bed? she owns 47 different stupid size xxxxxxxl shirts that were 2 bucks  from walmart and wears only that . i bet mickey owns a bathrobe, bourgeois pig … Are either of your muses insomniacs? idk she reads a chapter of whatever dumb shit she’s reading and has tea or wine and conks out ….. idk his business Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? idk abt taking them and ik its not the point but shes anal retentive abt keeping medicine in the medicine cabinet so THERE BETTER NOT BE Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? AS I SAID … they start out on opposite sides of the beg and end up more tangled than tangled (20whatever) Who wakes up with bed hair? his hair is floofy ,,,, Who wakes up first? i feel like that depends on his shifts …. she wakes up at the same damn time every week day …. weekends though she sleeps in for 10 yrs so him Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? emma tries and he has to leave bed anyway because the fire alarm goes off  What is their favourite sleeping position? she prefers it when she has all the blankets Who hogs the sheets? she does Do they set an alarm each night? they have JOBS does she look like pippa to u Can a television be found in their bedroom? yes so she can cry over dumb rom coms over somewhere other than the couch …… he’s invested in them , change my mind Who has nightmares? i already know ur about to say he does so im calling the cops on u end of story Who has ridiculous dreams? all of emma’s dreams are indistinguishable from bad acid trips Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? she sleeps in the fetal position he seems like a sprawler …..Who makes the bed? emma …. its gotta be CLEAN and if he ever says “why make it we’re just gonna sleep there again” its on SIGHT What time is bed time? whenever she passes out , always before midnight , considering they’re 72Any routines/rituals before bed? i bet they brush their teeth at the same time to see who can do it faster like they’re five year olds …. or that gifset from new girl where he’s like “ u read my walking dead fanfic ? ”Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? emma takes three cups of coffee to be able to be her CHIPPER self …. 

Work:

Who is the busiest? she has like a 6 hour work day so he for sure Who rakes in the highest income? i just googled nurses versus preschool teachers and he makes twice what she does …. laughs nervously …. glad she’s going back 2 school but elementary teachers STILL make less …. mr talbot got COIN ! Are any of your muses unemployed? no , freeloading is ILLEGAL Who takes the most sick days? i feel like the two worst jobs to go into sick are a literal hospital with immunocompromised people and a preschool with toddlers who dont wash their hands …. equal maybe Who is more likely to turn up late to work? despite her original beef with odette in the apocalypse verse emma is NEVER late to work Who sucks up to their boss? she cooks dinner , a nice LASAGNA for whoever to heat up and mickey has to break it to her that making whoever her superior is eat what tastes like glue will in fact , damage their relationship What are their jobs? hes a nursey  boy …. shes a teacher Who stresses the most? about life in general? her. about work? probably him. he’s dealing with LIVES she’s got the alphabet Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? they better they aren’t getting paid enough to hate it Are your muses financially stable? they’re not rich but they’re not dying and that’s what matters 

Home:

Who does the washing? emma because it relaxes her Who takes out the trash? he better , she does not like to  LOOK at things once they are thrown out … its smelly Who does the ironing? neither of them have ironed anything in their lives Who does the cooking? HE HAS TO IDC if he isn’t fuckign gordon ramsay she’ll kill them Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? emma Who is messier? if he leaves a single sock on the floor he is automatically messier than her Who leaves the toilet roll empty? that’s satanic neither of them Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? he does …. its just not REALISTIC that she does Who forgets to flush the toilet? that’s gross ……hopefully neither ….. DISGOSTEING.mp4Who is the prankster around the house? anything STUPID is hers and hers alone but i feel like he’d do something relatively innocent and it would go HORRIBLY wrong like , hey emma come get y’all juice ….Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? despite being organized in every other aspect of her life emma has never kept track of keys in her life its a disease Who mows the lawn? he does , he shld do it shirtless so she can objectify him Who answers the telephone? mickey, she truly stares at it hoping it’ll go away Who does the vacuuming? emmaWho does the groceries? she would make HORRIBLE decisions ,,, he shld make the list and she shld get it Who takes the longest to shower? no sexism but she’s a girl Who spends the most time in the bathroom? see above 

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? yES like … they can afford groceries , make rent , but for literally every american except jeff bezos money is a problem in some area . this isn’t a hc just a capitalist hellscape How many cars do they own? two …. neither of them are very nice cars Do they own their home or do they rent? rent unless/until he gets the farm of his dreams Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? countryside thats where FARMS are … but like rn , coast cos there’s the ocean in town Do they live in the city or in the country? see above bbgDo they enjoy their surroundings? the goats of the future and the noisy neighbors of the current and past eras both leave something to be desired , but in general yes What’s their song? not to go all modern au but remember when stereo hearts was on their 2011 mixtape AJSKDF …. issa bop and its arguably the most cutesy singable on the playlist What do they do when they’re away from each other? bitch idk ? exist as human beings ?Where did they first meet? idk she probably met him for coffee or sum before moving in together to make sure he wasn’t a serial killer How did they first meet? they were roommates … oh my god they were roommates …. she prolly put an ad in the paper very lucky she did not get murdered x Who spends the most money when out shopping? i feel like neither of them are big spenders but her sticker and colored pen budget is larger than it should be Who’s more likely to flash their assets? i thought this was talking about tits for a second but im assuming mone ? they keep it humble Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? they both do , bullying one another is a bonding experience Any mental issues? more than you know my guy Who’s terrified of bugs? if she sees a SPIDER she floors it , but she releases most other bugs …. he better kill anything w 8 legs tho Who kills the spiders around the house? mickey , as described above wow im psychic Their favourite place? they can make any place work together … gay but true , just like me Who pays the bills? she has a special binder just for taxes Do they have any fears for their future? all the fears actually Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? she cannot cook but she has 10/10 ordered takeout , put it on plates and been like :the happy version of the pensive emoji yk the one: i cooked it while the reciept is still on the counter Who uses up all of the hot water? thats very selfish she wld never but she also showers first bc she doesn’t trust him not to ….. Who’s the tallest? they , in american , are the SAME HEIGHT ,,, fuck centimeters Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?Who wanders around in their underwear? clothes are oppressive let them both do it coward Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? it probably turns into a competition until they’re both singing at the top of their lungs …. omg watergate you’re gonna burst a vocal cord oh my god they can’t hear us they have airpods in What do they tease each other about? literally everything …. one of them BREAHTES wrong and the other is like “ ah didnt realise the asthma express was in town “ Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? mickey literally dresses like the fresh prince so u already answered that for me Do they have mutual friends? can the real jack detler please stand up Who crushed first? she ……. did not immediately fall in love with him let me tell u , it took her some solid MONTHS to realise she was in deep for his bitch ass Any alcohol or substance related problems? i wld hope not , #stubie twWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? them , together , for getting kicked out of the bar for singing Who swears the most? neither ? 

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Last line meme

Okay, so I got tagged by @scottxlogan to do this WIP (Work in Progress) last line meme thing, so I’ma do it.  I’ll try and think of people to tag when I get to the bottom.  Now, I’ve got a shit-ton of WIPs because since I graduated grad school, I haven’t been able to write much.  Since I came to live at my aunt’s house and take care of my aunt, I haven’t been able to write.  My brain just didn’t want to work.  But since my aunt passed away this last June, my brain has slowly started to come back online, and my interest in writing has been slowly revving back into some kind of life.  So, maybe kicking out a few of my last (or maybe favorite) WIP last lines will help kick some of this writing shit into gear again.  

Fic 1: WIP Loki/Emma Frost fic that I’ve been working on slowly for years.  I hit a block the moment I really geared up into the first sex scene, and then I got stuck having to move, so this is where it left off.  Now I’ve told you that it’s Loki/Emma Frost, and it really is, but the sentence I’m posting as the last line refers to Tony Stark.  It’s a story that involves a bit (a lot!) of shapeshifting and mental/psychic play that makes Emma appear to be Tony Stark to Loki’s mind/imagination.  So there’s this: But when that finely shaped black eyebrow arched and the look of hunger darkened those green eyes, Tony’s smile became even more smug as he kicked his trousers out of the way and walked toward the God of Mischief.  

Fic 2: WIP Loki/Steve Rogers.  Not my normal ship with Loki (which is generally Tony), but I got involved in a Steve Rogers Bingo that I never made it through because just as I thought I was going to plow through some Steve Rogers prompts, even as ficlets, my aunt got sicker, and my brain decided to shut down again.  But the prompt this one was working on was “You’re so warm.”  This just tweaked my writing interest in the venue of Loki/Steve, and I’d really like to finish this (and the other prompts I’d chosen), even though the Bingo part if totally over.  The last line I have of this fic is: Steve's eyes meet Loki's, blue to green in a field of white.  "I had time to kill once I stumbled on Fury's little secret stash of weapons, so I did some reading."  

Fic 3: WIP No pairings AvX/The Wicker Man (1973) crossover fic.  This was a fic I started in the middle of all the Schism/AvX garbage that Bendis dragged us through, when he ruined everything, and nothing’s been good for the X-Men since.  This was happening before Chris Evans was MCU Cap, which is to date the only Captain America I completely like.  I was hardcore X-Men in those days and not that interested in the Avengers other than Iron Man because I love RDJ.  So, as a pissed off reader, and as someone who read something in another comic with AU Scott Summers’ name, it gave me this idea to take the AvX kind of world into 1973′s The Wicker Man (only not set in 1973).  Utopia’s the Summerisle, Captain America is the uptight, self-righteous Sargent Howie (essentially).  Even though I don’t hate Cap the way I used to, I’d still love to finish this fic that was going to have a Wicker Phoenix at the end.  Mostly I want to finish it eventually because it would be fun.  Line:  Steve brought the jet to a stop and cut the engine.  Once he’d secured everything, he exited the jet, one hand grasping a backpack that he hoped he wouldn’t need since he wanted to clear this up ASAP rather than staying the night.

Okay, that last one’s two lines, but it made more sense to just copy that whole thing.

Tagging, tagging, for the fun stuff.  @kleenexwoman, @majorenglishesquire, @mistressofmuses, and frankly, anyone else who wants to play with this.  Go!  :D

[eggsyunwincankillme]

No One Knows Epilogue

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

A/N: This is really long compared to everything else like… a total of 8 or 9 pages

Masterlist

Prologue

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

Bean remembered the moment his little sister was born. He was six months away from his eighth birthday when his mum went into labor. He remembered sitting in the waiting room with both sides of his grandparents there and his aunt, who was his same age. Aunt Daisy was probably his best friend as they had gone to the same school since the middle of primary school.

He remembered being ushered into the hospital room after a looooong time and meeting his little sister for the first time. She was small and bright red, but she was asleep and in his mind, a little weird looking. Though now, as he grew up further with her, he would say little Emma was the most beautiful person in the world, just like his mum.

Of course, being eight years older meant they wouldn’t always go to the same schools, but when they did, he was there to protect her. That was his sister and dammit he would kill for her. Now though, almost fourteen years later, he could safely say that he had watched his family grow in ways that he never thought he would.

There had been a funeral for his mum’s dad when he had turned twelve. His grandpa had been an old man, but his wife hadn’t taken the death well. Not two years after his grandpa’s passing, his grandma passed as well. Bean had comforted his mum the best he could with the help of his dad. Emma was so young at the time, he didn’t think she had any idea of what was going on.

He had watched Eggsy and Y/N grow older. Now that he was twenty-two, his parents were in the early years of forty. It was strange for him, seeing them looking different. Eggsy still had the same teasing, cheeky nature, but he had some wrinkles around his eyes. Bean was sure he had seen some grey hair as well.

Knowing what Eggsy did as a profession, he couldn’t help worrying for his father’s health. Emma was fourteen and still in secondary school. She had their mother’s hair, but she had a lot of influences from Aunt Roxy. Thinking about his family stopped making him feel good though. They were down two and knowing that his father was basically a secret agent just made him nervous about losing him.

Bean refused to think about that stuff when he was with his friends, sitting in a pub that his father would most certainly not approve of. There was Daisy, who was more his friend than his aunt, talking animatedly with one of their other friends. He watched them quietly while he sipped at his beer.

“Jay, you okay?” one of his friends, Nick, asked. Bean snapped out of his thoughts to look at his friends. Bean only went by Bean with his family. He had Daisy swear never to say it while they were out with friends. Jay was just a weird short version of Gary, as that was possibly even more embarrassing than Bean, but no where near as bad as Junior. So his friends had settled on Jay as a nickname.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking,” he said, shifting in his seat so he could pay more attention.

“You’re always thinking,” his other friend commented teasingly. He gave Tim a bored look.

“Maybe if you weren’t so boring, I’d pay attention, bruv.” Daisy and Nick ooh’d like he’d made a serious burn. Tim pouted, punching Bean’s arm playfully.

“We were talking about how expensive the suits in your dad’s shop are,” Tim explained. Bean nodded thoughtfully.

“They are expensive,” He agreed, taking a drink of his beer. “Why are you lot talking bout that?”

“Because Eggsy is getting older and you’re probably going to be taking over the shop,” Daisy said.

“Still can’t understand how your dad’s name is Eggsy,” Nick muttered. They had been over this of course, but Bean simply rolled his eyes, not willing to explain it again.

“I might not. He might give it to Dais,” he said, gesturing to his aunt. She shook her head.

“I may be older than you, but he’s definitely going to give it to you,” she responded, shifting in her seat to drink her own beer. He doubted it, seeing that Eggsy wasn’t actually a tailor. He doubted his dad would pledge him as a candidate for Kingsman ever. Instead of voicing this, he just shrugged, looking away.

The night seemed to pick up after that, Bean actually paying attention and enjoying his time with friends. Even Daisy was having fun, when usually her and Tim ended arguing. Tonight they were laughing together and Bean couldn’t see how they could possibly deny being interested in each other. A weird thought, since that’s his aunt.

Eventually, Daisy got up to get them another round of beers and Bean was feeling nice, tipsy. That went away almost instantly when he saw an older man turn to Daisy as she leaned to pay for the beers and grab a handful of her bottom. There was a lot Bean was willing to take, being the only one of their group least likely to lose his head. Sexual harassment was never something that he was able to keep calm with.

“Oi!” He shouted, standing immediately. He swayed a bit, being more drunk than he originally thought. “Get your fucking hand away from her!”

Daisy simply moved away from the situation, having never seen Bean actually angry. She didn’t have the time to react to having her ass grabbed as Bean was already reacting much faster than anyone else in the pub could. He swiftly moved around the table their group was at and stormed over to the man, who had also stood up.

“What’re you gonna do about it, punk?” the man slurred, drunker than Bean was. Bean towered over the man, getting right in his face.

“I’ll fucking kick your arse, dickhead!”

“I’ll grab your little girlfriend’s arse as soon as she stops wearing tight pants. She’s asking for it wearing those jeans.” That made Bean seen red and he smashed his fist into the man’s face much quicker than he figured he could with how intoxicated he was.

This seemed to spark an all out brawl as the man’s friends jumped to his aid. Bean, having been trained for self defense by Aunt Roxy, was able to knock the two men advancing on him over with two hits to their faces as well. He turned to the man who had grabbed Daisy inappropriately as he was getting up. Bean smashed his forehead to the man’s nose, hearing a satisfying crunch and feeling hot liquid spray onto his face.

He beat the shit out of the man who was on the ground again, not stopping even when the man was gasping for air and spitting out a few teeth. Bean struggled as someone physically pulled him off the man and managed to get his elbow to smash into the jaw of whoever was holding him.

“Gary James Unwin!” Daisy screamed over the noise. Bean jerked his head towards her, stopping all resistance. That was her Aunt voice. She used it only when he was about to do something stupid, but there was absolute fear on her face. He turned around to look at who he elbowed in the face. Behind him, a police officer was rubbing his jaw.

“Aw shit,” Bean muttered. The cop shook his head, angry, and grabbed him roughly to escort him out the door. They put cuffs around his wrists and forced him into the backseat of their car. Daisy followed them out, obviously panicking. Before they shut the door, he quickly managed to call out to her.

“Don’t call dad!”

~*~*~*

Bean was sitting in the interrogation room, his hands settling on his knees as he bounced them. He bit his lip as he looked around, not sure why he was in here as he had ended up spending the night in a cell last night.

With a sigh, he settled on resting his head on the table in front of him. He had a pounding headache and the urge to vomit was very clear in his gut. Bean hoped beyond all hope that Daisy hadn’t called his dad. Everything was spinning very slowly, making him dizzy.

He didn’t look up when the door opened and then closed. He did however look up when a glass of water was placed in front of him with an Alka Seltzer. Quickly, he put the little tablet in the water and waited for it to dissolve before sipping at the water.

“You haven’t told us everything,” the cop in front of him said. “I need to know all the details.”

“I have told you everything.”

“You told me he had grabbed that girl’s arse and that you punched him. But when we got there, you had broken his nose and knocked out some teeth. You also managed to destroy a table by hitting two other men.”

“I told you, they were coming at me.” The detective sighed, almost exasperated.

“You have a phone call available. You should call your mum. The man you attacked is pressing charges for assault. That’s a twenty-six month sentence given that you admit to hitting him. Not to mention you assaulting an officer.” Bean was quiet, looking at the man in front of him with a blank look.

“He’s pressing charges even though he committed sexual assault?” He asked. The cop nodded.

“Your aunt isn’t pressing charges for that.”

“Of course she fucking isn’t. She probably doesn’t think she should since she knows I’m in here,” Bean grumbled, leaning back in his chair. The cop gave him a sympathetic smile before getting up and leaving the room.

He groaned and leaned his head against the table again. Bean didn’t want to call anyone. His dad would literally kill him if he found out he was here and his mum would probably cry before trying to kill him too. They thought he was a good kid. He hadn’t been a good kid in a long ass time.

Eventually a cop came back to bring him back to a holding cell and he went without an complaint. However it was only about two hours later before he was released by the cop who had interrogated him earlier. Bean gave the man a confused look.

“Your bail has been posted and the man you fought dropped the charges. The fine you had for assaulting an officer was also waived. You won’t have a court case, so you’re free to go. You should consider yourself very lucky.” Panic settled in Bean’s chest. He knew how that had happened. Daisy had told Eggsy.

The cop escorted him to the exit, but no further. He almost didn’t want to go outside. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he wouldn’t run into his father. Biting his lip, he pulled up the hood to the jacket he was wearing and trudged out of the station. He made it halfway down the stairs before he heard the scolding voice of Eggsy.

“Gary James Unwin.” Not even his family prefered nickname. Fuck, Bean was in so much trouble, he could tell.

Slowly he turned to look at his dad, who was standing there in full uniform with a frown on his face. Bean immediately grimaced and looked at his feet. Eggsy wasn’t a small man. The suit was just slimming in a way that was very deceiving. His dad could easily kick his ass if he wanted, but he had never in both his and Emma’s life raised his hand to anyone.

“Why the fuck didn’t you call? Your mum was worried fucking sick and I had to drag it out of Dais like it was supposed to be this big ass secret,” Eggsy said, moving closer to his son. Bean glanced at him before gesturing to the police station.

“I figured I could deal with it on my own,” He lied. Eggsy rolled his eyes, easily catching it.

“Don’t lie to me, Junior. What the fuck happened?” He asked. Bean grimaced at the usage of the junior. It wasn’t written on his birth certificate as junior, but they all knew he technically was. He was quiet as he considered telling his dad, who was giving him a very firm expectant look.

“Some asshole decided to grab Daisy’s ass at the pub. Sure, I was fucking smashed out my head, but I ain’t gonna let some fucker think they can grab a woman and use the excuse that she deserved it because of the clothes she’s wearing!” Bean snapped, straightening up and pulling his hood off. Eggsy regarded him carefully, no anger in his face as his son explained.

“Why didn’t you just call me?” he asked, putting a hand on Bean’s shoulder.

“I didn’t want to fucking see the disappointment in your eyes when you found out I was arrested for kicking the shit out of some dickhead who deserved it,” Bean grumbled, pulling away from his dad. Eggsy didn’t seem too hurt about his son pulling away from him, but did roll his eyes at the reason.

“You seem to have it in your head that you could disappoint me ever,” Eggsy said. Bean looked at his dad, examining his expression before giving him a confused look.

“You’re… not disappointed then?” he asked softly. Eggsy made a sound that sounded like a scoff, but also a laugh.

“Disappointed in you for standing up for my sister? No, never.”

“Okay… What about mum?” Bean asked. Eggsy gestured for the car waiting for them.

“Let’s go see her and find out,” Eggsy suggested.

~*~*~*

As soon as he stepped out of the car, his mum was running out the door. He caught her easily as she threw herself into his arms. She hugged him tightly, pressing her face into his shoulder as she told him how worried she was.

“I’m fine, mum. I promise.” Y/N pulled away to check for any kind of physical damage to his being.

“What happened?” She asked, worry etched onto her face. She had very obviously stayed up all night wondering where he was. She had a tendency to wait for him to get home.

“He beat the shit out of a guy who grabbed my sister’s ass,” Eggsy said, coming up next to them. Y/N looked between them. “He also elbowed an officer in the face. Which was much harder for me to fix, but he should be fine as long as he sticks to the conditions they placed when I bailed him out.”

“You elbowed an officer?” she asked, frowning at their son. Bean nodded slowly. Y/N just sighed at him.

“I’m glad you’re safe, baby.” He smiled at his mum, happy that neither of them were disappointed in him.

“Give us a minute?” Eggsy asked, pressing a kiss to his wife’s cheek. Y/N nodded and went inside to give them some privacy. Bean looked at his dad confused. Hadn’t they spoken about this enough?

“I’m pledging you as my candidate for Percival’s position,” his father said. Bean blinked at him for a long time. So long that Eggsy started to shift uncomfortably. “Do you… not want to become a Kingsman?”

“What? Oh, sorry dad. I thought I was in a really weird hangover dream for a second.” Eggsy chuckled at that. “You mean it? You’re pledging me?”

“Yeah, you already know combat skills. You’re very smart, loyal and you aren’t afraid to get your hands dirty. And you’re my son. It’s kind of like… a family thing.”

“Oh… then yes, I would fucking love to be a Kingsman, dad!” Eggsy smiled at that and wrapped an arm around his son. They made their way inside, both grinning like idiots as they enjoyed the rest of the day.

Later that night, Y/N climbed into bed with Eggsy, snuggling in close to him. He kissed the top of her head before she looked up at him from her resting spot on his chest. Eggsy looked down at her, the look between them loving. They smiled.

“Did you ask him?” she asked, searching his face. Y/N didn’t like to admit it, but Eggsy was the type of man who got better looking as he aged. Which was hard to believe because he was gorgeous as a young man.

“Yeah. He accepted. I have to bring him to the shop tomorrow,” he said. She nodded and rested against him again.

“Will you do the same with Emma?” she asked. Eggsy thought for a moment.

“No, but Bean probably will.” Y/N nodded at this. She closed her eyes to rest.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Eggsy.”

[kittenwritesstuff]

The magic in me

Fandom: Once Upon A Time Pairings: Emma Swan x reader, Regina Mills x reader Genres: platonic fluff, humor Words: 1.840 Summary: After finding out she has magic, reader contacts Emma. She and Regina decide to teach reader how to control her powers, but reader has something else in mind - requested by Anonymous

When you came to Storybrook, not once have you thought that you were one of those with magic. Sure, you felt as if you didn’t fit in the ‘outside’ world and after you had a weird dream in which someone told you to go that oddly named town in Maine, you didn’t hesitate to leave your previous life.

Turned out, you arrived shortly after the curse was broken and magic was brought to this realm. You didn’t bother, however, as you were utterly relieved that you finally found a place where you belong and your long lost friends.

You moved in to Granny’s, taking one of bigger rooms. Quickly, you re-bonded with your friends, happy that even despite so many tragic events, you were together. You started to build your life anew, found a job for yourself, dated a guy or two, spent countless nights with Ruby, Snow and Emma, sometimes with Belle, as you helped her in the library.  

You felt joyful, settled and on a right track.

That was, until you accidentally broke a glass. Without touching it. You simply looked at it, thought that Granny would be angry if it got shattered, and boom! The glass crashed.

For two days straight, you hadn’t walked out of your room, too scared to hurt anyone. You tried to find an explanation. You didn’t have magic when you were living in Enchanted Forest. Although, there was a possibility you simply didn’t remember. You had a feeling that someone tinkered with your memory as there were things from your past that you couldn’t recall.

But why now? Why, out of sudden, after so many months in Storybrook, your power decided to activate? Maybe it has something to do with the Snow Queen? After all, Emma learnt more about her powers when she was around, maybe her presence did something to you, too?

Afraid and confused, you decided that there is only one person that can help you. Emma, the Savior, who has just recently managed to control her powers. She’ll know what to do, surely she can help you. More than you can, locked in your room and wondering what to do and how did it happen.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you reach for your phone and dial Emma’s number. You hope you won’t bother her, given that she’s rather busy.

It takes her three signals to answer.

“Y/N, what’s up?”

“Emma, I need y-your help,” you stutter, swallowing hard as you tug on a hem of your shirt in a nervous manner.

“Something happened? Are you hurt?” she asks, her voice concerned and you’re pretty sure she’s on her way to her car.

“No, I… Emma, I broke a glass. I didn’t touch it and it just crashed.”

There’s silence on the other end and you take the phone away from your ear to check if Emma didn’t hang up.

“Emma? Are you there?”

“Give me 5 minutes, Y/N, we’ll figure it out,” she says and end the conversation. You heave out a sigh, going to your door and unlocking it. Then, you start to pace your room, still thinking how was it possible for you to have magic.

You bring your palm in front of your face and look at it closely. It doesn’t appear to be any different, just a palm, five fingers, everything as normal as it can be.

However, as you knit your brows slightly, focusing on visualizing the magic you suppose you have, a bright blue light begins to travel between your fingers, a thin lines of energy, cracking quietly as you wiggle your fingers.

“Holy shit,” you mutter in awe, as your eyes widen, completely amazed by your discovery. You didn’t imagine it. It really has just happened, right in front of your own eyes.

Damn, you felt it, too. That tingling sensation underneath your skin, a thrill running through your body as you thought of your powers.

“I’m a bloody X-men,” you say to yourself, a gleeful grin curling up your lips as you hear footsteps on the corridor and before Emma can reach the door, you sway it open.

“I want my nickname to be Storm!” you announce cheerfully, prompting Emma to halt abruptly and gaze at you with shocked expression.

“Wow, that’s a change. You sounded like you were freaking out and now you’re all happy.”

“’Cause I’m a X-men, Emma! Look!” you present your hand, furrowing your brows a little as the same blue light appears in a form of a small flame in the middle of it.

Emma gasps, blinking a few times before you close your palm and the flame disappears.

“We’re going to Regina. I called her on my way here, and she said she needs to see it.”

You nod, taking your jacket, then you follow Emma down the stairs and into her car.

“Okay, but how is it possible that I have it? Why now?”

“Snow Queen did something? I don’t know, I hope Regina does. She has more experience.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure,” you admit and Emma smiles softly at you as she starts the car and heads to Regina’s office. You rest your hands on your lap, fidgeting your fingers, once again feeling nervous. What if it’s some kind of trick? What if someone’s playing with you?

Emma, noticing your quietness, doesn’t prod and speaks up only when you park before the Town Hall. She turns to face you, a gentle expression on her face.

“Y/N, don’t worry. It’s gonna be okay. It’s not as scary as it seems.”

“I know, but what if I blow something up? I don’t want to cause trouble, I want to be a regular superhero with superpowers.”

“Not superpowers, but magic. That’s slightly different.”

“No, it isn’t, Emma. By the way, have you ever tried flying?”

She rolls her eyes, opening the door and sliding out of the car. You do the same, still waiting for the answer.

“Really, I need to know! Can I fly? Regina can disappear in a cloud but can I fly?”

“Geez, don’t get so excited. Want me to make you a cape or something?”

“Oh, can you?!” you exclaim, Emma only shakes her head as she leads you to Regina’s office. The Mayor waits the door way, smirking at you when she notices your elation.

“Though you’d be more scared.”

“She was when she called me, now she’s… I don’t even know how to describe it,” Emma says, folding her arms over her chest as you smile brightly at Regina.

“We can be a Magic Trio! No one’s gonna beat us!”

“See what I mean?” Emma quirks up her brow as Regina looks at you, not knowing how to respond to your hyped behavior.

“Alright, first we need to find out how did you get your magic in the first place.”

You shrug.

“I have no idea. Two days ago, I destroyed a glass but before, I did nothing magical. Damn, I didn’t even know I had it. I don’t remember having it in the Enchanted Forest,” you confess shyly, looking at your feet.

“It’s okay. Someone must’ve cast a spell on you. Not me, I assure you. I only cast the curse. You sure you had no enemies?”

“Nope, not even one. Though, since I don’t remember quite a lot from the Forest, there might have been someone who didn’t like me.”

“One hundred it’s Gold,” Emma mutters and you giggle, Regina only shaking her head.

“We’ll deal with it later. Now, Y/N, Emma and I thought that we could teach you how to control your magic so that you wouldn’t break anything else by accident.”

“Yeah, sure. I like my stuff, don’t wanna ruin them.”

“Okay. Can you show me your powers?”

You nod, biting at your bottom lip as you outstretch your hand, forcing your magic to appear just as it did before. A blue flame lights up in the middle of your palm, to which Regina hums and cocks her brow.

“Shall we begin then?”

______

“Okay, I catch her after you create ropes around her,” Emma proposes with all seriousness in the world as you, eventually, learnt how to fly. It was simple, when you thought about it.

“Yay, Iron Man style!” you shout cheerfully, flying close to them both, the two of them frustrated to no end. You were listening only at the beginning, when you were still a bit frightened of your magic. To assure everyone’s safety, the three of you decided to practice in the forest.

Then, as Regina and Emma explained how to move objects, make them appear on your hand or disappear; how to channel your power so that it has a visible form as the flame you’ve previously created. You were a quick learner and got everything almost instantly, focusing all your attention on absorbing knowledge and practicing new skills.

At first, Regina and Emma were both proud of how fast you were learning but as soon as they understood what was about to take place, their faces fell and exasperation filled in for pride.

Of course, being stubborn and rather pumped from your fast progress, you insisted on finding out whether or not you could levitate.

And that is what you’ve been doing for past hour, much to Emma’s and Regina’s annoyance.

“Maybe it’ll be useful. You know, we send her with a bomb or something…” Regina muses but when you fly just above her head, ruffling her hair she grunts and curses under her breath.

“Yeah, right,” Emma quips and watches as you carefully lower yourself onto the ground. You look around yourself and knit your brows, raising your forearms a little and bending your knee. You wear a lofty face, your lips slightly pursed, your eyes stern and solemn and Regina opens her mouth to ask what’s the matter just before you lift yourself few feet above the ground.

“Ha, now I’m Magneto! I’ll unleash my power on this world unless you give me my Charles, you weak humans!” you laugh loudly, evidently having fun while Emma and Regina just stand there, trying to come up with an idea to bring you down.

“I know it’s pissing you off but can we let her fool around some more? Before something happens? Because we both know that sooner or later it will and we won’t have time to play,” Emma states and Regina nods, letting out a sigh.

“Yeah, you’re right. And let’s be honest, Y/N’s good, she can deal with whatever danger comes our way even with those stupid flying styles,” she waves her hand as you try to keep yourself horizontally while levitating.

“Okay, Y/N, think you can make a shield with those blue light of yours?!” Emma teases as she winks at Regina. The latter smiles at Emma, who takes few steps towards you once you’re standing on the ground. You narrow your eyes at her as you put up your hands, a challenging sparkle in your eyes.

“Try me, Swan.”      

[thisiswhatwereupagainst]

There are two canon Marvel alternate universes known as “Forever Yesterday”. These are Earth-9105 and Earth- 1191. Earth 9105 is from a New Warriors story in the 1980s (New Warriors #11-13), which focused not only on the New Warriors, but also the X-men and Avengers. Earth-1191 is the alternate future from which Bishop originates from. Earth-9105 is the one this post will be focusing on. In this universe, Egypt is a world super-power, which has greatly altered history. Many countries have different names; for instance, USA is the United States of Assyria (represented by a black man called Captain Assyria, rather than a white man called Captain America). Race relations/racial history in the USA has also been reversed; in this universe, it was white people who were enslaved by black people prior to the Civil War, and some characters have been race-swapped from white to black (for instance, Iron Man/Tony Stark is now black, Cloak and Dagger’s races are switched, and while Sue Storm and Reed Richards are still white, they are not members of the Fantastic Four, having been replaced by two unnamed black characters). The clothing worn by many of the people in the USA, regardless of race, seem to be based on pan-African and Ancient Egyptian styles. I feel this is a pretty intriguing set-up all on its own, and thus it’s rather disappointing to me that the opportunity for exploring the social ramifications of an alt-history like that are overshadowed entirely by the fact that mutants are apparently even more oppressed in this world than in 616, and that’s what the focus is on instead. Characters such as Cannonball, Cyclops, Beast, Emma Frost, Rogue, Vision, the Blob, and many others (I think I even spy Catseye in one panel!) all band together in the underground Mutant Liberation Front (not to be confused with the 616 supervillain organization of the same name) Some members, such as the Juggernaut and Sandman, are not mutants, and some don’t even have powers, but all oppose the Sphinx’s rule (you’ll learn who that is in a bit). The MLF is led by this universe’s Magneto and Sebastian Shaw, and its allies include Atlantis, the Asian-Pacific Union, and Sgt. Fury. It’s stated there’s a caste system, with mutants at the bottom, other superhumans at the top, and humans in the middle…and of course, some humans are lesser than others, like the “pink-skins” and the “under-privileged”. This is leading many of the lower-caste types, be they mutant or not, to join the MLF, and racial tensions are apparently tearing the country apart. There are also exceptions to the caste system, however, since Storm and Nova are both mutants and they are members of the Avengers who serve the Sphinx (Nova is also the only white member) which I like because that’s how it tends to work in the real world too, that you can climb in the system if you serve it. Meanwhile there’s conflict in the wider world too, as the Anglo-Saxon Confederation, whatever that is, is currently threatening to secede from the United Nations. The person responsible for these changes in history was the man known as the Sphinx akak Anath-Na Mut, an immortal sorcerer from Ancient Egypt, the one that Moses defeated in the Bible. In this universe, he is the one to beat Moses instead, which was where history began to diverge. The Sphinx and his wife Meryet Karim, with whom he shared his immortality, guided history and civilization from there. In the modern era, however, the Sphinx fell into exhausted despair when the Asian-Pacific Union dropped A-bombs on parts of the USA during The Second Great War (that world’s WWII) and he allowed himself to die. Meryet then took over from him as the new Sphinx, and is the present leader of the United States of Assyria. Her most treasured possession is her pet cat; in order to die, the original Sphinx transferred his immortality to the cat, so that she could think of him every time she held it. It is her most precious possession, the one bit of happiness she has left. It was by holding this cat hostage and threatening to kill it that the MLF defeated Meryet as the Sphinx, which is a tactic that I find kinda…y'know…not cool. I under the necessity, I realize people are more important than animals, but as a pet owner that’s hard for me to read, man! Also, all the problems going on—mutant rebellion, racial tensions, the Anglo-Saxon Confederacy threatening to secede—are cited by the mysterious white-cloaked being known only as Sayge (not to be confused with the X-Men’s Sage aka Tessa) as proof of Meryet’s “deficiencies” in leadership as the new Spinx….but, uh, fuck you Sayge, there were TWO world wars when Anath-Na was the Sphinx, that hasn’t happened with Meryet! Oh yeah, and speaking of Meryet, this entire universe only comes to exist due to Meryet altering reality so she could be loved by Anath-Na and live happily ever after with him forever, because in 616 he cared nothing for her and ditched her completely after she nursed him back to health. And then he kills himself in this universe anyway. Sucks to be Meryet, man. Something I would really like to know about in this world is religion. As mentioned, the point of divergence is when Moses is defeated by the Sphinx rather than vice versa. So if Moses was killed, the Exodus of the Jews out of Egypt didn’t happen, or didn’t happen til later when someone else led them out. How did that affect the spread of Judaism to other countries, and then the development of Christianity and Islam from that? If the Sphinx and his wife were practitioners of Egyptian polytheism, did they continue to be so as the centuries passed, and if so, did they make it survive as a religion into modern times, perhaps even be the dominant religion? Speaking of that, one of the USA’s Avenger is a dark-skinned man named Horus, like the Egyptian god; he is their team’s version of Thor and is married to Storm. At one point Captain Assyria says “What I do, I do for God and country!” but at another point another character says “What it Set’s name are you doing?!” So…I think maybe they use “God” for Ra, and then if they’re swearing by other gods, they use that god’s name, since Ra is the top god in the Egyptian pantheon? Alternatively, maybe Christianity does still exist but the Egyptian beliefs have also lasted alongside it, and Cap is a Christian (or some other sort of monotheist) while the other guy was an Egyptian polytheist. Also, we know Magneto exists in this universe, he’s the leader of the MLF. Is he still Jewish in this universe, given the altered history as relevant to Judaism? Did the Holocaust still happen? Was it perhaps even worse, given the male Sphinx’s history with Moses? I WANT TO KNOW THESE THINGS! Oh yeah, and Magneto and Emma Frost are a couple in this universe. And Charles Xavier isn’t anywhere to be seen, I don’t think he exists. I guess that’s why Mags had to pick another shady ruthless telepath :P