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“I Do not love you, …I Tolerate You.”

Daenerys Targaryen X Male Lannister Reader

(Y/n) Lannister, King of House Lannister, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, and the Father of Golden Lions, Mourning the Death of his Love, an unknown force calls claim to the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons.

Warning: Hey, you like thighjobs? No? Well too bad we got them!

Kings Landing, the final destination for kings and queens to either rule or die trying. For you it was the first, but it came with much loss.

Being born a Lannister you had some obligations to uphold, son of an Imp, you had much to live up to and deal with. But more importantly, you had fallen for one woman specifically.. Margery. Unlike Tommen and Joffrey, you weren’t as Naive and Foolish as them, Tyrion made sure of that. Teaching you the way the game of thrones is played was essential to survive in this world. She respected your opinions, ideals, wishes. Her Marriage to Joffrey was one of necessity, yours was out of love. A love that was quickly shattered and burned by one Cersei Lannister.

Joffrey was Murdered, Your father Tyrion put on trial, and in return he escapes, Kills your grandfather Tywin, and escapes. Leaving Tommen to pick up the pieces, Tyrion was never seen in Kings Landing again. Still keeping your relationship a secret you continued your affairs, but it only had gotten worse, the Sparrows using their holy influence to capture Margery, Tommen, nothing but a mere child in the mind did nothing, and his Mother Cersei was also taken, her plan backfiring. You only wished that was the end of the nightmare.

Cersei executes a plan that lead to the explosion of the Sept, killing Margery, her brother, The High Sparrow and so many more. Your cousins, Grandfather, Father, and now your Love, all gone. All of that set in motion your path to the crown, forming the Golden Roar rebellion you overthrew Cersei and took the Iron Throne as your own, it didn’t take much of course, using your connection to the people you exposed her true nature, and her actions. The people rebelled, you rebelled, it was perfect. With all obstacles moved, you now have the power to change everything, to change the world, but one obstacle stood left; The Last Targaryen.

Sitting upon your iron throne, and Gregor at your side, you listened to the concerns of not only nobles but of the people. They were small at best, tedious. It wasn’t until your kings guard, your Uncle Jamie knelt down to slightly whisper.

“There is something I must speak to you about when time is available.”

“Is it important?” You asked calmly, your eyes darting to him. Jamie nodded, it was rare your uncle often spoke during your court. You ended the proceeding for now and walked to the high chambers with your uncle.

“It’s about—“ Jamie began but you had an idea of what he was going to ask.

“As I have said before uncle, I shall not Kill Aunt Cersei, as much as she deserves it.. I made that promise to you, I intend to keep it. She will be locked away. And when I have complete control, you can live out your days with her in Casterly Rock.” You said, while your blood boiled at the idea of Cersei living, for your uncle who treated you as equal, you honored your promise.

“No, House Tarly might consider to support the Targaryen.” He began, you knew about Her, but you didn’t care at the time. You picked up your pace, trying to focus and Jamie kept up.

“Really now?” You asked intrigued.

“They’re the only house that has not claimed loyalty, and if we lose their house—“

“We might have a problem.” You finish the statement for him. “We had the Tyrell’s but Cersei made sure of that.. although.” You slowly had an idea coming together, Jamie halted in his footsteps as a smirk crept on your face.

“We won’t need the Tyrells… if the False Queen truly wishes to take the throne. Then I should at least hear the woman out..” You said, admittedly you wished to see this last living Targaryen. Stepping into your bedchamber you overlooked Kings Landing, the debt slowly being pushed down, people attempting to rebuild after the sept, all your doing. And if this Targaryen Pureblooded Freak wished to take this from you, then she must kill you in order to take it. Your mind wandered until you stepped out to the balcony, enjoying the warm air, smells of earth and rock, but something else caught your attention.. something was moving across the horizon of the ocean.

Standing on the massive port gate of Kings Landing, You, Ser Jamie, Maester Quburn stood at the port, watching ships slowly enter, but they were not yours. They belonged to the Greyjoys. Standing with soldiers surrounding and arrows ready to massacre the platoons, you wait. They dock and descend out, and your eyes laid upon Euron Greyjoy, the sadistic cold bastard of what’s left of the Greyjoys, that shit eating grin was unsettling, as if he had some master plan for you. He gave a fake bow and kept his sly eye on you.

“My King.” He said, having your hands behind your back you calmly raised your hand, and placed your fingers down, allowing the archers to put their bows down.

“You must be, Euron.” You said, what could a Greyjoy Possibly want here?”

“It’s a simple request, although I expected the queen to be greeting me.” He replies, look around slowly, as if to expect Cersei.

“Unfortunately she’s been.. replaced. Allow me to welcome you and your men to kings Landing, Respect our Laws and you shall be respected in kind.” You offer him to walk with you, and he does.

“Your business here must be important if you wished to speak with me.” You look around, noting that there are still arrows trained on Euron, for your safety after all.

“Yes, what I ask requires some.. finesse. Finesse only the true king of Westeros would have.” Euron plays it up, but you knew better and cut though his words.

“What would you wish?” You reply, entering the throne room you said. “How would.. command over the waters of All Westeros sound?” He said, you halted, and slowly went up the stairs, ascending to a higher position than him. You sit down upon the throne, gently placing your hands together.

“I have the power to give this, but why would I give it to you, a Greyjoy in fact.. I gain, nothing.” You explain, and Euron snaps his fingers laughing.

“You see that is where you are wrong, my king. My loyalty, I will swear to you, and the entire Greyjoy fleet will be yours to command at your demand, all I ask is reign over the waters.”

“That is an imposing proposal.. but how do I know you will keep your word?” You reply, and Euron grins. “I have a.. gift.”

Minutes pass as you sit in your Throne, Jamie by your side waiting. Hoping this “Gift” will be of some worth. And it was, the doors open to Euron and his men, having three women captured and tied like cattle to follow. You looked at them, while two were from Dorne, the other wasn’t. Jamie gripped his saber hilt with his good hand. You noticed the shift in his emotion, and tilted your head.

“I believe these women are from Dorne.. why do you have them?” You asked, you vaguely recognize one as Oberon’s lover.

“This is Ellaria and Tyene Sand.. your Cousins Killers.” Euron smiles, presenting a good gift, your eyes slowly filled with malice and hate, a feeling you’ve only ever truly felt a few times in life. The feeling came back with a vengeance and you calmly but somehow with boiling fury stood up and walked down the stairs, you calmly approached Ellaria her eyes were wary off course, you were a Lannister unknown, meaning you were unpredictable.

“Ellaria sand… for your daughter’s Sake, tell the truth.. did you kill my cousin Marcella?” You whispered so coldly and raspy into her ear, like a growling lion before he pounces and tears apart zebras flesh. You watched her quiver, heavy breathing, and in the last moments of reality she nodded, confirming the truth. You took a step back and bit your lip to keep from showing tears. “The Cell.. all of them.” You gave the shallow order and the guards took them away. You could care less about the last one and allowed her to be taken away as well. Sitting back on your throne you looked to Euron, and gave the nod.

“The seas.. are yours.”

It had been a Week since Eurons reign, and all was calm, until you had an unexpected visitor, standing at the gates of Kings Landing with your men and council, you watched as an army of Unsullied and Dothraki approach, you couldn’t make out anyone you knew and prepared to rain Wildfire on them, but someone’s presence was well known, you heard the intense roar and the echo of massive wings in the sky, you saw the dragon, the most powerful beings in Westeros, they land on the ground. And its blood red eyes looked at you, admittedly a wave of fear hit you.

“Quburn.. are the Dragon Slayers reader?” You asked.

“Ready to launch, my King.” He replies, you sigh with relief and then watched a tiny figure step from the army.

“..Father?” You said, almost speechless. Tyrion approached, looking older, more stern. You signaled to let him in.

Sitting across from each other inside a Tent. You didn’t have much to say to him, even after all these years.

“You.. did it.” Tyrion said, seeing his son as king was, an unreal feeling. “You achieved greatness, as I always expected. Besides you’re half of me, so you should have.”

“Amusing father.. but, are you truly with this woman?”

“She.. has a vision for Westeros I simply cannot allow to go to the wayside, besides this place needs someone willing to show mercy instead of the blade.” Tyrion responds, you could somewhat understand his predicament.

“I suppose, but I won’t allow my throne to be taken by some Targaryen child. I will lead Westeros to peace, and she can go back to ruling whatever sand hill she wishes, as long as it isn’t on my soil.”

“That.. may not be your soil for much longer.” Tyrion quips, your eyes glare at him as he sips his wine.

“Not by us, the Winter.. the cold.. the undead. They’re real, and it seems their plan is to go from the wall and destroy along. Westeros, it would not be long before they raid Kings Landing..”

You consider your father’s words carefully, if this is true. Then the Queen of Dragons isn’t your main focus. “Is there a way to stop them?” You ask.

“Dragons glass and fire, that seems to be our only two, unfortunately the Queen lost one to the White Walkers. If we’re to survive and surpass this darkness, you and the Queen must come to an understanding and work together.”

“I.. see..” You rubbed your chin, truly considering all of this. “And where is the Queen?”

“Winterfell.”

“I can spare twenty thousand Men, leave a few here to run while I go.” You said, standing up you look out to the army still awaiting.

“May your return back to your Queen be swift father.. but know that when this is done, you must choose a side.” You left your father with those parting words, and Made way for The North.

Entering Winterfell felt like a death sentence, you felt eyes all over you, knowing at any moment you could be swarmed and killed, thankfully your army surrounded the rest of Winterfell, so a siege would immediately commence if you were killed. Standing in the Great Hall, you were gazed upon by Many house, and sitting at the center of the table was none other that the Queen, Denreyes Targaryen. You have a bow of courtesy.

“Your Grace, my father informed me of the.. issue we’re facing, this night king, these.. white walkers. They’re a plague slowly burrowing into the heart of Westeros, and it would take us all to stop them, so I fully intend to lend aid.” You said, it was silent besides a few Murmurs, some surprised you came here, others surprised you’re actually helping, Lannisters are usually selfish.

“Your help will be paramount to stopping this invasion. And I suppose the terms of your surrender was spoke about as well?”

“Apologies but I have no intent to surrender..” you reply, and smile. “A beautiful and intelligent woman such as yourself should know I am not here to surrender but to lend aid. We can discuss the throne when we know there will be a throne left.”

It was silence in the room now, and before Dany could say something she bit her tongue to keep it. “Understandable.. we shall discuss this when ample time is available. Please, enjoy Winterfell for the time being.” Her words sounded kind, but obviously it had a hint of malice behind it, knowing better you didn’t call her out, and simply went to your bedchambers. Walking along the frozen planks of Winterfell you felt unease, as if someone was watching you. You hit a corner and kept up the pace, knowing someone was there. As you turned the corner you prepared to face your chaser, you stepped out to attack but, no one was there. Something was wrong, but unfortunately it was too late.

You felt the cold steel against your neck and the abrupt grip of a hand around your wrist. Death was mere moments away, but it didn’t come, a voice came from behind you.

“Still too slow for your own good.” It said, it may have been years since you’ve seen her, but you recognized that voice from anywhere.

Arya.

“Always too slow for you.” You replied in jest and the cold steel was removed, you sigh and turn around to see her, she’s taller now and, you couldn’t help but notice that she’s a full fledged woman now. You met Arya when her Sister and Father were taken to Kings Landing, she had this tomboyish attitude that made you adore her, always being so friendly and practicing her fighting skills even as a girl, and now you both had grown up.

“You look..” you started, your eyes going up and down and back into her eyes.

“Scary?” She responds

“Amazing.” You said, she had a sly grin and gave you a playful poke with her finger. “And you look like a real king now.”

“I try.” You respond, “Arya.. about Kings Landing—“ you start but she stops you.

“You saved me when you made me leave when my father was killed, if not I’d end up like Sansa, your family isn’t you.” She said to you, so earnest and kind. That weight was taken off your shoulder. You nodded and Arya walks past you.

“I’ll see you soon. I’m sure you, have a lot deal with.” With those words Arya parted. You watched her leave, and the curves she developed would make a man’s steel resolve melt. You shook your head and pressed forward, entering the room you took a step in, and closed the door behind you, unfortunately you weren’t the only one in the room, Daenerys. She sat in your chair, as if she was awaiting your arrival.

“That did not take you long.” You said, ready to debate.

“Your presence has made it an issue with the northerners, not only do they question my rule as Queen of the North because of Jon, but so does yours.” She clenched her jaw slightly and you chuckled. You calmly removed your cape. You noticed the bottle of wine on the counter and didn’t hesitate to take it.

“Stop clenching your jaw. It’s bad for your teeth darling, you’re too pretty to lose your teeth now.” You calmly placed your cape on the table and approached to sit across from her.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Your Grace flattered has gotten me into a lot of things, thankfully one is the throne.” You gently combed back your hair, looking into her eyes, She was ferocious like a dragons, but also a merciful side. They were.. beautiful.

“Well I hope your flattery will work against the Night King and his horde of undead.” She obviously has a chip on her shoulder to say the least, a chip you intend to knock off.

“I doubt, he doesn’t seem the type to be swept off his cold decrepit feet.” You tapped the table, just to annoy her. “I say a good dagger to the heart does the same thing, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I suppose it does. I am.. surprise you came.” She admits, you raised an eyebrow.

“You think of me as a liar?” You asked, She didn’t want to say yes but obviously you had your answer, your smirk fades and you calmly sit up, you popped the cork off the bottle and took a swig of it.

“I am nothing, if not a man of my word, and I came here to fight them myself as well. I said I would, so I would. And so you would know I truly mean it when I said.. I would Marry you and Make you Queen Denyeres Targaryen, you wouldn’t have to take my last name.” You meant every word, you offered the bottle of wine to Deny, she stared at it for a moment and took it for a drink of it. A warm smile was already on your face, hours of talking and drinking left you two actually getting along.

“You have no idea, it’s fucking cold, I hate it here, everyone cannot understand why I deserve the throne because I dont have a cock between my legs.” Deny rants on, and you slip up and said, “You could use mine.” You blurted out, jokingly but, she didn’t see it as a joke. She tilts her head a way that make you shutter a bit. You saw a sly smirk creep along her face.

“Is that a true request?” She asked you. You blinked a few times and decided why not and took the risk. “Sure, I don’t see why not. Just put it between your thighs.” You shrugged and watched Dany stand up, slowly unblocking her lower garments. You watched her smooth legs for show and an eyes trail upwards to what’s between her legs. A soft slightly trimmed bush, the blood stopped rushing to your head and to your dick. Kings Landing didn’t Lack whores and women, but something about Dany felt fresh, and desire burned. She giggled, seeing your thousand yard gaze at her privates. She knelt down, her soft legs stroking your thighs, and looking into your eyes. “Am I.. going to have to take them off myself?” She said, and you shook you head, gripping your trousers and pushed them down, and Dany got an eyeful of the Lions Tail.

“It’s… wow.” Dany was taken aback, but didn’t hesitate, she turned around, and plopped right on your lap, her bare ass brushing against your legs, she gently opens her legs and watched your dick fly up and softly slapped her couch. A dumbfounded giggle comes from her and she closes her legs. “So.. this is what it feels like.”

“It feels, amazing.” You leaned your head back, her soft thighs brushing and warmly gripping your dick. And softly moving around. It was mostly a Slightly Drunk Dany moving her legs around to play with her “Kings Cock.” Once it brushed against her crotch and a sensation catches her off guard. It felt good, and she wanted more. Dany placed her hands on the chair’s armrest to balance herself as she motions around, her breathing getting deeper and softer, the sensation you were feeling was something beyond imagination. Your hands gripped her waist to assist her.

“This is.. better than… i expected..” panting, Dany leaned her head back, and your hands slipped up her shirt, you slid your hands up, feeling her soft supple breasts underneath her. You leaned in, planting soft but deep kisses along her neck and it drove the Dragon Queen, a soft pinch of her nipple, a deep kiss on her neck. Her moaning filled the room, and you decided to give the dragon Queen what she deserved. Adjusting your cock you pressed against her pussy.

“Now, slide~” you held her body so warmly.

“Y-Yes~” she whines in your ear.

“Yes.. What?~” you replied.

“Yes.. my King~” she gasped, and with his Queens request you gently lowered her down on it, you felt your dick immediately get swallowed by warmth and wetness. Her gasp and deep moan signaled that she’s ready, you wrapped your arm around her waist and held onto the arm of the chair thrusting upward, you were stronger than her, making it easy to handle her body around with each punch and thrust, she bit her bottom lip to keep from yelling in pleasure.

“D-Dany.. you feel so.. fucking good! You squeezed tighter around her, the hot and sweat bending off your bodies hit the hard wood floor, which creaked slightly as you rammed your dick inside her.

“Damn you… for being so good!~” Dany let out a heavy groan. You felt the clenching of her walls on your cock, trying to drain it. You let her have it, bucking like a horse, making Dany bounce. “Fuck!” You held her waist, letting your seed erupt from the tip and into the air tight hold her pussy had on your cock. You watched her body stiffen up and her legs quiver as she has an actual orgasm. Panting, Dany leans back against you, panting, didn’t know what to say.

“Was that.. your first Orgasm?” You asked

“My.. First what?” She asked, still a bit confused of what she just felt, you laughed, softly putting your arms around her as she rested.

“.. So, you must love me now.” You say jokingly, “To have sex with me when you’ve barely known me for a day.”

Dany realized how it looked, and scoffed.

“I don’t.. I don’t love you, I.. Tolerate you.” She replied.

“Oh, well when we marry.. you can tolerate me like this for years.” You joke and snuggle up with her, Dany didn’t have the energy to argue with you, feeling your hot sweet pour down her leg. She thought to herself that yes.

She can tolerate you.

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ornii · 5 days

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Anniversary

Wanda: Happy one year anniversary!

Wanda hands (Y/n) a small box.

(Y/n): Thank you dear! It’s so sweet of you to—

Wanda: Oh, you misunderstood, the box is for you, to give to me.

(Y/n): … Uh, okay? Here?

(Y/n) hands the Box back and she opens it and fake gasps.

Wanda: Le gasp, two tickets to Pound Town USA? You shouldn’t have!

(Y/n): To.. pound town? Is that.. close?

Wanda: very, about nine feet away to out bedroom~

(Y/n): O-oh, isn’t it your.. ovulation cycle today?

Wanda: I fail to see what that has to do with anything, besides, I want the next baby to look like you, so we’ll have to try a few times, no harm in that right?

(Y/n): … I’m gonna be as dry as a raisin after this.

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ornii · 7 days

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Together - Margaery Tyrell x Male Reader

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7th of October, 2020

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ornii · 8 days

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Now You’re Really Beautiful Overthinking, Kate

(And So is Yelena)

Christmas was slowly climbing closer and closer in New York. Many were preparing to celebrate with friends and family, (Y/n) on the other hand, wasn’t.

Walking along the sidewalk of Queens he tapped away on his phone, he cut down a shortcut and to another burrow. Taking one step an arrow flew, he halted as it hit the wall next to him. Attached to the arrow was a scroll, it unfolds to reach “Hey! With a smiling emoji drawn on it. He raised an eyebrow, almost reaching for his pistol. He trails his eyes over to the origin of the shooter. He peers over to the rooftop across that gives a good view of the area below. It was Kate, she gives a small wave at him. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, he looks back at the arrow and message.

“Why did she send—“ he muttered, before another arrow hits right after the first. It also has a message, reading “Cocoa?” She asks, he then looks back at her again, frowning. She has an awkward smile, and (Y/n) sighs and nods, Kate has a pretty victorious smile and heads downstairs.

The two sit on the rooftop of her college. Sitting on a pair of pretty lazy boy chairs, both looking at the Stane tower.

“So, you decided to shoot an arrow for shits and giggles? And broke the tower?” (Y/n) shook his head and sipped his cocoa. Kate looks down at her cocoa pretty sheepishly.

“Well I thought it would have been fine ya know, just ring the bell and show off a little, and I kinda.. broke everything in it.” She quickly sips her cocoa and (Y/n) looks back at the tower. “Although.. fantastic shot.” He sips again, and Kate slowly looks up at him.

“Super reckless and dumb yeah.. but to make it with that angle and the trajectory, takes real skill. You definitely got the stuff.” Kate was actually speechless, he’s rare he gives anybody praise. Kate blinked a few times before looking at the tower.

“Just.. stay cool, stay cool” she said to herself and tried to play it off, “Yeah I’m.. actually proud of myself for that one too, even if it did get my credit cards frozen.”

“Really? Well if your training goes well this afternoon I guess I can treat you to a road trip or something. Is that what young adults do?” He said, “.. You’re asking me?” She replies.

“You’re the only person I know around my age, so yeah.” He said pretty casually.

“You.. don’t have any friends?” She said, he shrugged calmly.

“Don’t need them, plus finding friends in my line of work..” he trails off, and Kate gets it.

“Oh, yeah that.. that makes sense. But you .. you, never had any friends?”

“Of course I did, but when I went to S.H.I.E.L.D, that sort of faded into the back, now a mercenary for hire, and a lack of parents that are proud of me.” (Y/n) looked down, considering much for a moment, Kate bit her lip for a moment.

“I know that feeling…” she admits, “My dad he—“

“Died. Battle in New York.” (Y/n) said, surprising Kate by his knowledge. “Clint told me.. I’m sorry.” He stands up, finishing his cocoa.

“I’m uh.. kinda bad at conversations like this so, I’ll see you later.” (Y/n) walked off, as he headed down the stairs he slams his head into the wall. “God that was.. so dumb why did I say that?!” He screams in his head. (Y/n) wildly entered his apartment complex and opened the door. Dark, he calmly walked into his apartment and stopped for a moment, he took a deep breath and calmly took his pistol out the holster, and with a quick motion he aimed his handgun right at the dinner table. Flicking on the lights he was greeted by an old friend.

(Y/n)’s eyes gazed on her, beautiful in every way, Yelena.

“Good, I was waiting for you to get here. Pasta?” She points to a pot of pasta on his stove. (Y/n) frowns, and turns back to her.

“I don’t have any pasta.. did.. did you break into my apartment , go out to buy groceries, break back into my apartment to cook pasta?” (Y/n) shook his head.

“Potentially.. you were taking too long with your girlfriend.”

“Kate? She’s not my—“

“The way you were trying to be sympathetic about her father, you’re terrible at it, I should know I was a victim of it firsthand.” Yelena was (Y/n)’s first love, or something like that. He lowers the gun and angrily holsters it.

“Thanks for calling my affection some sort of evil thing.”

“You’re welcome.” She replies, “So, visiting New York?” He takes the other chair and slides it back to sit down.

“Perhaps, maybe the New Statue of Liberty, Harlem, your bedroom, oh and Times Square, I hear Americans love that, and the pizza they have hear, i heard it good.” Yelena eats some pasta, her eyes still locked with his. “So.. you aren’t here for anyone here?”

“I heard you’re talking with Clint again.”

“Barton..” (Y/n) says. “You want to talk to him?”

“Oh no no no no, I want to.. kill. Yes kill him” (y/n) stopped moving and stared at her, she was always so calm about things like this. (Y/n) slowly leaned in.

“What’s this about Yelena?” (Y/n) asked, a look of disgust and anger was on her face to his question.

“So… he never told you?..”

“Told me about what?”

“…About Natasha..”

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ornii · 12 days

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You’re Overthinking, Kate

Clint Needs to get Kate a good teacher, Luckily he knows a guy.. You.

Christmas was rousing around, closing in more and more during the winter. While this was a time of celebration for many, for two in particular they weren’t so lucky. Kate Bishop has put herself in a pickle and Clint, being her hero and a stand up guy, threw his arrow into the quiver to help her. The Tracksuit Mafia wasn’t one to let vendetta’s go, and unfortunately, Kate made the list. With her life on the line, Clint made a decision to help her by making a bold decision.

Standing in an Elevator the two silently stood there as it ascended.

“So… this guy..” Kate started, slowly trailing on not really able to form a coherent idea.

“Is he an Avenger?” She said with a gleam to potentially meet another, Clint coldly shook his head. “No, Shield Agent.”

“That’s.. cool too.” She said, a bit disappointed but still somewhat excited. The elevator halts with a swoosh and the door opens after a song ding. They step out to a wood tile floor and exquisite hallways. Clint heads left as Kate looks around at everything. “This is, awesome! They even have those little dove soaps!”

“Hey, focus, please?” Clint says, getting her attention. “Your life literally depends on it..” he mutters. They head to the hall and specifically to door number 195. Clint calmly knocks on the door.

“So, what’s the agent like? Is she like a Spy or a Double agent?”

“No, well something like that..”

“Something?”

“Former Shield Agent, now hired Mercenary.”

“You took me to a hired assassin?!” Kate yells and Clint glares at her to lower her voice. “Mercenary, it’s different.. plus he’s like you.”

“An archer?”

“Annoying.”

The door casually opens to a man in his twenties, dressed in causal wear. His eyes undress Kate up and down and he smiles.

“What can I… do for you?” He asks, his eyes look over and sees Clint, his demeanor changes and he sighs. “Oh, hey Clint.”

“(Y/n), we need your help.”

“Therapists are on the 14th Floor.” (Y/n) replies and prepares to close the door, Clint puts his foot in to keep it from closing.

“I’m serious..”

“So am I.. I doubt Shield wants you talking to me, plus I don’t want to put the girl in any trouble. So will you please take your foot and—“

“We need the Taskmaster.” Clint huffs, (Y/n) halted in his steps and slowly opens the door. He didn’t say much to Clint and simply let them in. Clint follows him and he motions for Kate to follow. They enter a modest studio apartment. One part seemed normal, bedding, Kitchen, small living room, the other half had what seemed to be a training ground, flat surfaces, mats, weights, weapons, all wood. (Y/n) stopped in the middle of the training Ground and turned around to face them.

“So, what do you want?” He said pretty bluntly.

“Tracksuit Mafia. What do you know?” Clint asks first.

“Them? Small town Gang running in New York, went big after the snap. last time I checked Ronin put the sword to them. Why ask?” (Y/n) said.

“They’re the issue.”

“Ah, okay.. but what does she have to do with this?” (Y/n) asked, his eyes turned to Kate, she didn’t really know what to say, until she just blurts something out.

“Is that a Keurig?” She points to his kitchen. Specifically at his Keurig coffee maker. Pristine condition, a Keurig K elite Maker.

“Uh, yeah? has Hazenut, Dark roast, French Vanil—“ (Y/n) trails off and stops talking. “Are you about to ask for some? Absolutely not I’ve known you for 2 minutes.” He said, and Kate puts on a puppy dog eyes bit. “Please?” She asks, Clint watches (Y/n)’s face contort, he was always known to be a stone cold merc. But now his face looks. Conflicted.

Kate sits sipping her coffee, relishing the rich flavor. (Y/n) was staring at her, arms folded.

“Okay so let me get this straight, you’re the one who broke Stane tower shooting an arrow at it?” (Y/n) reiterated the information he’s been told, “Which is why my credit cards are Maxed out.” Kate adds in.

“I didn’t ask— whatever. Point is the Track suits think you’re ronin. Why? You don’t look that threatening.” (Y/n) was confident in his analysis. Kate her coffee down, “I can show you.” She replies, (Y/n) eyes Clint, who waved them off as if to say “Go for it.”

The trio stand on the roof of the Apartment and (Y/n), Kate and Clint were standing in the pure snow, five targets stood across them and he motioned Kate to go first.

“Watch and be amazed.” Kate let five arrows loose and hit bullseyes on each one, Clint gives (Y/n) a look, and he nods in approval. Kate turns to (Y/n).

“Pretty good, not gonna lie. My turn i suppose.” He says and she hands him the arrow and he takes a deep breath.

“So, when did you learn how to shoot?” She asks.

“Just now.” He responds, Kate was obviously confused by the reply. “What did you just—“ (Y/n) with Zero hesitation let loose 5 arrows as well, each one splitting hers as they also hit perfectly dead on. Kate was obviously confused by this.

“How did you just—“

“Photographic Reflexes.” Clint says, “Kid can duplicate any physical move he sees moments later, even copy fighting styles. Basically.” Clint says and (Y/n) finishes for him

“Anything you can do, I can do better~” he says in a sing song voice, mockingly.

“Your archery skills are impressive, I might keep them.” He said. “You’ve got potential though.” He adds in, turning to Clint.

“So, this is why you came to me, to train her.”

“You’re someone I trust…” Clint admits, and (Y/n) turns to Kate.

“Alright, one last test, hand to hand combat.”

Back in the Apartment, Clint stood in the middle of them as (Y/n) didn’t seem particularly worried about fighting her, Kate on the other hand was pretty worried that she’ll get her butt kicked, and she was pretty right.

“Alright.” Clint steps back and (Y/n) looked so aloof and relaxed. Kate moves in with a few martial arts, swift jabs and strong kicks, (Y/n) was playing mostly Defence, dodging or blocking her hits. Simply gathering information until his body calculates hers. He gets all the information he needs, he counters by slamming his foot down, ducking a punch and using her momentum to toss her across the room as she goes sliding across the room, getting up frustrated she moves back in, (Y/n) this time implements the Black Widow style, acrobatic dodges and well placed strikes to the body to weaken her. And with another judo throw she winds up on the ground.

“Fighting someone who keeps changing seems impossible, I know. But you’ll be fine”

(Y/n) says, but Kate was dead silent.

“Uh, you okay?” He asks, she nods.

“You sure? You look, pale.”

“Nah. I’m good.” She replies, he helps her up as Kate tries to play off how much pain she’s in.

“I just need to sit down for a sec that’s all.” Kate tries to walk to the couch like she’s fine but the small limp says a lot. (Y/n) turned to Clint.

“She’s definitely better than most… a little green but who isn’t at her age.”

“You’re only three years older.” Clint flatly points out.

“Hey.. I’m trying to look cool here.” (Y/n) says. “I’ll teach her what I know, after that we’re square, okay?”

“Promise.”

Day 2

Kate this time came on her Own, no Clint around, this time the two can spar without any trouble. (Y/n) kept his eyes locked on her, he didn’t have much trouble doing that. Kate went in with a flurry of stuff kicks, a few land on the body but (Y/n) blocks most and retaliates with a heavy strike to the body, the impact almost sent her flying back. (Y/n) was moreso the aggressor this time, trying to go for an overhead strike, Kate rolls out of the way and back up, each deflecting an attack.

“I know it’s hard! Trying to fight someone who knows your every move!” (Y/n) says mid battle, trying to help her. “Try something else, you gotta have something else.” He said, with a palm strike Kate was stunned, (Y/n) prepares for another judo throw, but as he tosses her, she locks her leg with his, halting his throw, she breaks her arm free and wraps around his waist for a stunningly beautiful German Suplex. (Y/n) hit the ground hard, Kate sits up breathing hard, but proud of her win.

“Did you see that? I—“ Kate turned to (Y/n) who slowly stood up, wobbly.

“Shit are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay?” She grabs his wrist. Keeping him from wobbling, (Y/n) looks at her, his daze and confused expression slowly faded as he looked at the worry in her eyes. Kate sighs with relief.

“I’m good, that just caught me off guard, you’re getting better Bishop.” He said, she smiles, proud of herself. It was silence in the room, until Kate realized they’re holding hands, she pulls them back embarrassed.

“I am so sorry!”

“Nah it’s cool, it’s cool.” (Y/n) says, “So.. uh, good workout.. maybe you wanna.. go get a smoothie?” (Y/n) asked, Kate tilts her head a bit.

“Like.. a date smoothie?” Kate ask, almost sounding hopeful.

“N-no like a, post-workout-after-getting-a-German-suplex smoothie.”

“They make those?” She asks.

“They would if I asked, I mean I’m paying for it, you got your cards taken.”

“You don’t have to keep reminding me.”

“Yeah but, I like to.” He replies. And this got an honest laugh out of Kate, seeing her smile did something to (Y/n). He couldn’t put his finger on it but.. he wanted to see it so much more.

(Hey, so like.. I’ve never watched a single episode of Hawkeye, I just did this from general information and memory so i apologize for the lack of consistency to the MCU but let’s say the Black Widow Taskmaster was Task Manager. Besides that I hope I did justice and more Nat and Wanda coming. I promise I’m working on shit.)

#male reader #kate bishop x reader #reader x marvel #marvel #kate bishop x male reader #kate bishop #Ornii #kate x Male reader

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Of thrones and dragons

Daenerys x male Dragonrider reader who's from ulthos? I will probably make a part to of this who knows

Ser Jorah had told Daenerys tales of Ulthos’ weather. The thick jungle.

Trees taller than she had ever seen and the murmur of wild creatures bristling her skin.

Countless thoughts running through her mind. But one most present. She should’ve brought Drogon with her.

Click.

A broken branch? A booby trap? Or something else?

“Nobody move,” she whispered, raising an eyebrow at Greyworm.

A bright orange ray shone above them. Almost like sunlight.

Definitely warmer.

“Maybe he wasn’t a myth,” Missandei spoke softly.

Suddenly the beast dropped in front of them, with the Unsullied unpacking their spears, and Daenerys tensing all her muscles. Bracing herself.

Dark green scales covered the entirety of your dragon. His face stoic and with gritted sharp teeth.

He was breathing slowly, Daenerys noticed. Calm, deep breaths.

But his eyes were focused on her.

And not only his’, she realised.

You dismounted softly from your beast, ignoring completely the army in front of you. Their spears were sharp and in your direction.

Every soldier was looking at you more menacingly than the last.

Your eyes however, were focused on her.

Long, pale hair, with braids as long as her waist. Falling completely over her back.

Her eyes were inviting, but there was a tint of worry. Of uncertainty.

You shifted your eyes towards your beast, caressing his side slowly until he calmed with you.

“Are you y/n?” She asked.

Quickly your eyebrow raised in your forehead. “Who are you?”

“I’m Daenerys, of house Targaryen. Blood of Old Valyria.”

“And what brings you to the wilds, your majesty,” you mocked.

“I’ve been searching for you for some time. I was starting to believe you were a myth.” She stopped. “Or a ghost.”

“Ah,” you smiled. “And what’s to say I’m not.

“Terrible dangers lie in this land. Untamed beasts and whatmore.” You grinned.

“And tamed ones?”

“Oh, yes, those tend to be the worst. But don’t worry, Wildfire here won’t do you any harm,” you smiled, patting your beast. “Nor will I.”

She smiled and called down her army. “I am in search of a dragon rider, some people called him the best and mightiest of them all. I’ve heard tales of the riders of Uthos.”

“Oh, did you? What did you hear if you may?”

“I heard the forests of Uthos had beasts so swift that their scales blended in with the greenery. And their riders had unmatched skills. Like nothing ever seen in the entire world.”

“Yes, that is true. And why would you need a dragon rider with unmatched skills.” You asked, “Blood of old Valyria you said, you’re supposed to have dragons as well. Although your kind faded with time, I assume the dragons remained.”

“Sadly, no.”

“Whoever told you that is a liar, and you a fool for believing them. Dragons will outlive us all. Just as we outlive birds, and them ants. It’s the way of the world.”

Her face went stoic. “Will you help me in my quest to conquer Westeros, y/n?” She inquired.

You laughed, “Why would I, I don’t give a damn about Westeros. I don’t even know you, for all that.”

“You could have a throne,” she offered.

“I have a throne, or do you see me taking you to speak with someone about this? Why would I want another one? And one so distasteful.” You grabbed a stone from the ground throwing it lazily, “Why do you?”

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Slip Up

(Y/n) and Kate are practicing Their Archery. Hitting Bullseyes

(Y/n): Random question, you think you’d teach your kids archery? Seems redundant since there’s not much you can do close range with a bow.

Kate: Should be fine, you’re pretty good at hand to hand so I know our kids are gonna be fine.

(Y/n): yeah I— wait did you say “our” kids?

Kate: … I gotta go

Runs Away turning red

(Y/n), Standing there dumbfounded.

(Y/n): Uh, Okay? Good talk.

#male reader #female reader #reader x marvel #marvel #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x male reader #gender neutral reader #disney

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ornii · 15 days

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I haven’t Seen any MCU Film past Multiverse of Madness but I keep seeing Haliee Steinfeld on my Timeline and I’m heavily considering watching

#ornii

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ornii · 26 days

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Oh you just write for X-men characters now too?

That I do

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ornii · 26 days

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quick thoughts on X-men 97. If you seen it.

Finished episode 3 when it dropped and I gotta say it’s not too bad. Seems your sort of villain of the week with no real overarching storylines just yet. It’s fine for a weekly show but if you want a bigger story idk if it even has one yet, but I still really like it.

You know

For reasons

PS:

Don’t know why Rouge and Magneto are nearly cucking Gambit but who knows maybe it’ll be more important.

#X-Men #x men 97 #ornii

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ornii · 29 days

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Sucked Dry

Cyclops: Alright, Next two in the Danger Room is.. (Y/n) and Rouge for combat practice.

(Y/n): I doubt you can call it practice, I can zoom laps around rouge.

Rouge: Best stay on your toes Sugar, cause if I get my hands on you, you’ll be Sucked Dry~

(Y/n): … Promise?

Rouge: What?

(Y/n): What?

#male reader #xmen #x men 97 #x men comics #Rouge #xmen rogue #Rouge x Male Reader #X Men X Male Reader #Rouge x Reader #shitpost #the x men #Ornii

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ornii · 29 days

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Do you write for Cindy Moon aka Silk as well?

I do

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ornii · 30 days

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Could I request Wednesday with a male reader who's invisible? Maybe she's lamenting about not being able to actually see him.

Funny Enough I have something like this! They’re somewhat invisible but it would be better to call them a—

Ghost

Wednesday Addams X Male Reader

The sky was dark, blacker than usual. It was most likely due to the blood loss. Nevermores ground was seeped in your blood, You lied on the hard cold ground of nevermore, dying. A single stab wound to the stomach. You felt numb, cold, the rain slowly began to land on the ground and begin to welt on the earth, you slowly began to fade into the dark, before your eyes locked into one person, you couldn’t remember his name, only his last name is what was screaming into your brain.

“Gates.” You barely mutter, before it all went away. Death is an experience very very few can tell you about, due to how complicated it all is. But one thing is for certain, it isn’t always the end. As it was made plainly clear to you, 32 Years later.

Wednesday Addams. She sat in a dark room, dimly lit by candles around her as she held onto a black stone, reciting a dark chant into a hushed whisper. Her room door opens suddenly, knocking the candle lights out and calmly illuminating a single being beyond the door, Wednesday’s vision was limited by the smoke and dark but it sees she has her answer. Expecting her spectre, she was very disappointed to see it was her bubbly roommate, Enid Sinclair. Enid noticed that she was interrupting.. whatever Wednesday was doing.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your… Uh, do I even want to know?” Enid flatly gave up.

“I was reaching into the black maw of death to contact a relative.” Wednesday explained in her calm but deadpanned demeanor.

“Feels very on-brand for you.” Enid replies, walking over she noticed a name etched to the wood. Goody.

“You have a relative named Goody?” She inquired.

“She was one of the original outcasts.!Been attempting to summon her, but she seems to be ignoring my entreaties.” Wednesday explains.

“Oh, you thought about using one of my!scented candles? The aroma of steak tartare is to die for.” Enid offers and Wednesday folds her arms.

“Very.. hard pass. I just need to keep knocking, she will answer.” Wednesday said, confident, Enid was less so.

“Well, you might think you’ll invite someone you.. don’t want?” Enid said.

“Like you?” Wednesday always had. Knock for antisocial behavior.

“Funny. But I’m being serious, I heard from our Divinity teacher that opening a door on the other side might be hard to close.” Enid was obviously concerned for Wednesday, but little did she know, the door has already been breached.

In the void, an Empty darkness, You had awoken back up, but you could only see darkness, touching your face you felt nothing, as if you were and weren’t there at the same time. As this happens, night has crept up on Nevermore and the students are all sleeping in their dorms. Enid wasn’t, as the idea of a ghost haunting her room has kept her up, Wednesday was absolutely unbothered.

She peers from under her pink bed sheets to look around again, Enid hears the crack of a door and her eyes quickly dart over to the balcony door they have, a miasma of blue mist slowly emulated from the door, pouring in and Enid immediately was tossed into a panic, she hides under the covers, and then peeks out to a shadow, somehow standing outside. She covers her mouth before she could scream. She peeked over to Wednesday in a toss.

“Wednesday!! Wednesday!!!” She said, in fear and a whisper. Wednesdays eyes opened like a reanimated corpse.

“Enid, if you are waking me up at this time for something trivial—“ Wednesday started but Enid, on the verge of tears points to the balcony, Wednesday looks over as the shadow silenced her anger, it worked.

You rubbed your nonexistent eyes into the shadows began to fade, and you stood on the balcony of Nevermore, ironically enough it gave you the perfect view of where you died. In that ground, and for a moment your friends eyes flash before you. You looked at your hands, translucent and a loss of color, as if you came out of a photo from the 70’s. You had no real feeling in your body but you could sense someone’s presence. You calmly put your hands in your nonexistent pockets and turned around to face the approaching figure, your eyes lock with hers and you came face to face with a girl who looked almost as dead as you, pale skin, oddly deep black abyss eyes, and the cutest nose, but you pushed that last part to the back of your head. She was a mystery girl to you, it was obviously pretty awkward for the both of you. You decided to break the ice by asking arguably the dumbest question you could.

“Can I help you?” You said, the moment the words exited your lips you realized how dumb that sounded. She didn’t acknowledge your screw up and eyed you up and down.

“Are you meant to lead me in my ethereal conversation with Goody?” She asked, you had idea what the hell she was talking about.

“Goody?” You asked, confused. The girl looks away giving you a side eye.

“I suppose this is what Enid meant.” She then turned back to you, “I suppose I’ll be forced to exorcise you back to the depths of Hell.” She said plainly as if that isn’t going to be an absolutely painful experience.

“Or you don’t do that.” You suggest.

“Why not? You serve no purpose on helping me contact Goody Addams.”

Addams. That last name clicked something off in your brain, and it began to work its magic, you noticed that the girl is, oddly familiar looking. You leaned in as she took a step back, your translucent eyes glaze all over her.

“Hm.. you do look familiar.” You said, and she squints.

“That’s particular, because I do not know you.” She responds defensively.

“Yeah, you look like Morticia.” You said snapping your fingers, you knew you recognized the nose. “It’s the button nose and hair. I knew it looked familiar.”

“I unfortunately share the same genetics with my mother.” She admits, and the word mother hit you in the face like a baseball bat through your skull.

“Mother? You’re…” you trail off, unsure of how to feel. “Is your dad.. Gomez?” You asked, actually afraid of the answer.

“Yes.” She replies, and you for a moment for an odd psychosis of reality bending. You caught yourself and was in disbelief.

“I can’t believe those two.” You stammered. The girl raised an eyebrow. “What has you so enamured?” She slightly pouted.

“Because I know those two. They’re alive.” You jaded relief in your heart, happy that this wasn’t the end for them. The Mystery Girl was becoming less of a Mystery now.

“You knew my parents? How?” She asked and you showed your Old Nevermore uniform, and it clicks for her.

“Classmates.” The muttered.

“Long Story, but I know them.. I was just worried about what happened to them after…” you thought hard about it, after The Gates planned such a heinous crime.

“That’s not important… if you want to exorcise me, so be it.” You said, the girl hesitates before answering.

“Actually you might be of… some use.”

“..Huh..” you thought. “Okay.. how?” You asked.

“I could use an extra pair of eyes..especially ones that cannot be seen. Wednesday Addams.” She said, you gave her your name in return and accepted.

“That’s.. fine by me.” You mutter, you offer a handshake. “Deal?” You said, smirking. She doesn’t go for it. “I’m not an idiot I know you’d just phase though my hand.” She said blankly.

“Heh, your dad always thought it was funny.” You said, putting your hands in your pockets. “So… should I introduce myself to the girl cowering in those pink bedsheets?” You asked.

“Why bother with Enid?”

“Because she can see me, and it would be more civil.” You said and walk past Wednesday, you step into the room and hear the cowering in the bed. You stroll over and hear whimpering under it. “Oh, I must have startled you.. I’m sorry.” You knelt down to her bedside.

“Excuse me? Could, we talk?” You asked.. you waited as she slowly opened her covers to see her beautiful blue eyes. You smile and trying to look the least bit intimidating.

“Hello there, I’m sorry if I scared you.. didn’t mean to. I promise I’m not here to haunt your room or your roommate.” You reassure her, the girls eyes looked you up and down and she slowly sat up out of her bed.

“So, you aren’t gonna possess us?” She said. You raised an eyebrow wondering if you can even do that. “Of course not. I promise. I’m a family friend of Wednesday.” You said, The girl looks more relieved.

“That makes more sense.” She says, and leans in to whisper, “Shes.. really unique.” Enid said, which made you smile. “She definitely is.” You turned back to Wednesday who was a bit unsure about you, but now more confident.

“So.. what do you need help with exactly?” You asked, and Wednesday gave you a pretty harrowing answer.

“What do you know.. about the Gates family?” She said, a flurry of dark painful emotions poured into your soul and although you had no physical body the anger you felt was human, it was real.

“A lot.. and good riddance to them, because they’re the reason I’m dead.” You said in a haunting whisper.

“Interesting, we’ll have to converse more about this tomorrow, but tonight I must sleep, you may leave.” She orders.

“Leave.. where?” You reply. “It’s not like I can go back. And why would I need to leave anyway?” You ask, Wednesday looks past you.

“Because you’d be creeping late at night in a dorm with two girls.” She responds, which You didn’t have much of a response to.

“Well.. when you put it like that… fine.” You give in and walk to the door, calmly phasing though the door and sitting at the other side of the hall. You stare at the door, knowing that when it opens the next morning that this will be an adventure that you would have never expected to be a part of.

#male reader #netflix #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday x reader #reader insert #wednesday addams x reader #wedensday x you #enid sinclair

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Hey just asking didn't You have a Wattpad account what happened why u deleted it 😭

I didn’t delete it, it got banned for false copyright claims. 3 strikes in a row, which totally isn’t suspicious or anything.

Never had a chance to counter the claims and boom, banned. I’m 99% sure it’s false since I highly doubt JK Rowling, Netflix or the Duffer brothers are that Assmad about Harry Potter and Stranger Things FanFics.

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Working on a Part 2 btw

I would like to ask an Ask, how about Vi and Caitlyn with an M!Reader who is an extremely powerful wizard, capable of generating tornadoes when channeling magic.... But he is extremely lazy and prefers to teleport instead of walking, and This usually results in them getting scared by him appearing out of nowhere, and in Vi's case, him getting punched (Unintentionally of course)

“An Acquired Taste”

Vi X M! Reader X Cait

The Sun rose solemnly on the island of Forgrove, An island resting miles off of Piltover. Upon that island was a Strong fortress, moreso a castle, inside said castles Royal bedroom, a prince awoke from his rest and tries to keep the sun out of his eyes. Entering his Royal bedroom was a man, seemingly nonexistent, entirely blue, glowing like a pearl.

“Your highness, it is morning. A bath has been drawn for you.” He said, the prince grumbles but kept his attitude to himself, in a flash of blue light he disappears into his Bathroom, reappearing into his Bath. He slowly sunk deeper into the water, letting the aches of the past wash away. His blue servant enters and gives him his speech.

“My Lord, the crops have come in fine this season, the walls are still strong and require little maintenance sire. All seems well…” he says, the young Prince kept silent, until he sat up and stretched.

“Good, as per usual..”

“Although..” The servant says, and he stops.

“Although what?” He asks.

“There was a letter?” He says, “Directed to you, Lord (Y/n).” He says, (Y/n) sighs and stands up, stepping out of the hot soothing water and with a snap of his fingers, Royal towels float over begin to dry his body.

“From Piltover.. specifically their council.”

“Oh, and here I thought it was from someone important..” (Y/n) says a bit saddened. Teleporting back to his room, with a wave of his hand, his closet opens up to seemingly endless space. He begins to search for what to wear. “Toss it away like the others…”

“But sir, this was Signed by.. Lady Kiramman.” He Said, (Y/n) stops searching and halts, hearing it. His clothes begin to attach to his body, dressing him.

“If memory serves, house Kiramman served yours very diligently…” the servant in blue reveals the letter.

“.. What does it say?” (Y/n) asks.

“For your Appearance at the council, it seems urgent, at your earliest convenience.” They say… should I still burn it?” He asks.

“No, prepare the ship… we’re heading back to Piltover..” he says, now fully clothed and dressed. While he prepares for the journey, Piltover was slowly coming to a boil with its civil unrest, the prince may be able to resolve this. More importantly, Caitlyn of the Kiramman family was given an “important” task.

“Watch the Prince?” Caitlyn asks her mother, as she stood across her mother, who sat upon her desk, writing a letter. “This seems the least of our problems.” Caitlyn said complaining to her mother, who calmly puts down her Quill and Pen, she looks up to her daughter.

“Caitlyn, I understand this may not be the order you wish to hear but this must be seen through, the prince will be able to assist us with the control of Hextech, and keeping it from the hands of our enemy. This is an important task I am giving you..” She said, Caitlyn was convinced but reluctantly agreed, leaving her room, caitlyn let out a sigh of frustration outside her mothers room. A voice came from nearby, leaning against the wall, Vi.

“So, had fun?” She Said, Caitlyn was fuming.

“No, I have babysitting duty. For a prince!”

“Another big wig asshat, fun.” Vi says to herself as she follows caitlyn down the hall.

“He isn’t a Bigwig, hes the son of former council members, mother always said such good things about them, but they died during the revolt…so we took their place.” The duo exit the councils building and make their way to the docks, awaiting the arrival of the Prince.

“So, when will we know this guys coming?” Vi asks, before she can respond something comes in the horizon of the water. The head of a large ship moving at high speeds, it was made of a deep auburn wood, seemingly brand new. The head of the ship was a woman adorned in armor. Soldiers of blue March out of the ship, their bodies intangible to reality it seems, and from the under of the ship the Wizard walks out, now dressed in his dinner jacket and brooch combination. He didn’t look particularly amused to see Piltover. He walks off his ship to the docks, Caitlyn and Vi have never seen magic so effortlessly wielded. (Y/n) wasn’t paying much attention to them. He approaches them, and Caitlyn takes the mantle to go first.

“Um.. Welcome your highness to Piltover.. we’re glad to have you.” She says, (Y/n) wasn’t saying much, he thinks.

“It looks worse since I left… are you servants?” He asks, Vi opens her mouth to say something probably insulting but Caitlyn intervenes.

“No, we’re to escort you to the council.”

“Ah, I can get there on my own…” he says. “But my mother wishes for us to personally—“ Caitlyn begins her bargain, but (Y/n) poofs out of existence right in front of them, Caitlyn was actually speechless and Vi smirked.

“Wow, you were so boring you made him stop existing—“

“Shut it! We have to find him!” She looks around to see he’s walking past them. He’s searching for something and eyes the building. He then snaps out of place again, in a flash of light he appears before the council, shocking many. He looks around in the center to the members seeing his profound arrival. His eyes trace to Lady Kiramman. He gives a small bow of courtesy.

“Lady Kiramman.” He says, she quickly adjusts herself and stands up.

“My Lord.” She says, “Council Members, this is Lord (Y/n) of The Island of the Gold Moon. Profound In all of the magical arts, he will be a valuable asset in the management of magic and Hextech.” She explains, “But… where is Caitlyn?” She asks.

“…Who?” (Y/n) replies.

“My Daughter? The girl who was meant to bring you here?” She says, (Y/n) slowly began to piece together it all, the perfectly shaped nose, the beautiful blue ocean eyes, the long gorgeous hair, she’s the spitting image of her mother. Perfect and Beautiful, (Y/n) puts his hand on his face in dismay.

“Dammit.” He murmurs, and as if on queue, a pair of girls burst into the room, Caitlyn and Vi. They see the Wizard and their mother.

“I apologize Lady Kiramman, I didnt know it was your daughter.” He says, and then turns to Caitlyn.

“I apologize for ditching you, I suppose I should have listened to you, now.. well I suppose I’m all ears.” He says, Lady Kiramman was the first to explain.

“We you’ve heard before, our rising issues with Hextech and those who seem to wish to destroy us, Jayce can give you more information.” she sits back down and (Y/n) folds his arms and turns to face this Jayce Talis, he’s heard things about his genius.

“So, what do I need to know?” (Y/n) begins, Jayce fiddles with a pen, upset at having to ask for help from a Wizard.

“Hextech was meant to be a stepping stone towards a future not bound by old ideals and superstition. But with all this power we have, it seems someone is looking to use it to tear down everything we’ve been building. Hextech can power generators, teleportation devices, but also weapons of power we can’t even fathom.” Jayce wasn’t very thrilled with all of this, his greatest achievement used to wipe what he loved off the face of this hunk of rock.

“And you wish for someone actually proficient in magic to fix the situation. Why am I not surprised.” (Y/n) shakes his head.

“But why should I help you? I have no stake in this…” (Y/n) says, the council members murmur slightly to themselves. One stood up, beautiful with amazing dark skin and gold accents to adorn her body. Mel was her name.

“Piltovers finances, even with our current situation, are better then they have in the last decade, we have the means to pay you very handsomely for it—“ Mel begins, but (Y/n) cuts her off.

“Miss, I own a castle, an entire garden of food and a ship worth this entire building. I am not feigned for money…” he admits, Mel keeps her calm look and slowly sits down. (Y/n) then turns to Jayce.

“I have no reason to help you, or really anyone. Piltover was my Home until a certain uprising occurred, and my parents perished for the selfishness of a bunch of council members, who couldn’t look past their own noses for the safety of others.” (Y/n) has scorn in his voice, the small sense of victory was felt as he turned to leave.

“A word of advice, do not mettle with things you cannot control, so this won’t happen again.” He takes one step to leave before a hand grabs his wrist, he turns to see it was Caitlyn, in a desperate plea.

“My mother always talked so honorably about your family, I know we’ve only met a few times, but I know your family. Please, not for us but all of Piltover and the Undercity, they don’t deserve to be caught in a civil war.”

Caitlyn’s plea was passionate, and honest, Vi stepped up to him, “My family’s from the underground too, I didn’t want them caught up in all of this either, Cmon…” she was the last nail in the coffin. (Y/n) sighed, “Fine.” A small Look of relief was on the faces of Vi and Cait.

“I’m going to need a laboratory… and assistants.” (Y/n) says, and grabs the two girls by the wrists.

“Luckily, I already have two.” He said, Vi turns to him.

“We don’t know shit about magic..” Vi said

“You don’t need to, warm bodies work well enough. Plus for my type of Assistance, you’re perfect.. I have an acquired taste in them.”

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