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godblooded · 2 years

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@amazonluthor asked : ” I– Can I– I don’t know, can I hug you? ” / for stark

periwinkle baby blues blink. stark doesn’t comprehend the idea of comfort. stark doesn’t imagine the idea of someone making him feel better if he’s having a bad time. he just doesn’t. there’s no computing the idea that he’s even worthy of the idea. why bother? it’s just going to pass and—

the man of iron gestures inward to say yes, leaning heavy on a crutch to stay up. damage to one side’s prosthetics leave her repairing the mess and therefore without for the moment. just two ravaged, smoothed stumps of scar tissue carefully covered by a seemingly thin, intuitive cap of netting stretched over them. she balances excellently on her remaining organic limb— left leg— one scarlet and grey arm clutching. she’s gotten good at hopping around like it’s second nature until she’s reassembled.

“ i’d love one, actually. ”

#amazonluthor #opposite. lillian luthor. amazonluthor.#ic. alana stark.#meme. alana stark.#v: alana stark: iron warmed by the sun. (post-endgame)#[uwu.]

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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My MasterList of Stories

Master List part 2

~request are CLOSED

Bones

Once upon a time -I don't write for pan or Gold

Greys anatomy -NO OWEN HATE

Codes:

Smut=❤️‍🔥 Fluff=💕 Angst=💔 Funny=💖 Horror=🫀

🔬Bones💀

Dr. Lance Sweets:

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Caught in the act ❤️‍🔥

Dating Lance Sweets HC💕❤️‍🔥

Adventures in babysitting💕

You belong with me💕

Lance Sweets as a Dad headcanons💕

Dream Warriors💔🫀

Bones Halloween Special🫀💖

Code baby Part 1 💕

Let me take your pain away💕💔

Dr. Jack Hodgins:

Can't buy me love💔💕

Jack Hodgins Having a little sister💕

What's it gonna take to get you out of his lab?❤️‍🔥

Agent Seeley Booth:

Dating Seeley Booth Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Being Seeley Booth's Best friend HCs💕

Friends to Lovers Headcanons💕

The day we met💕

In the name of love💕

Agent James Aubrey:

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance 💔💕

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets part 2💕❤️‍🔥

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Unspoken desire❤️‍🔥

Dr. Wendell Bray:

Witchy Squintern HCs💕

Dr. Camille Saroyan:

who broke the coffee pot?💖

The Squinterns:

Adventures in babysitting💕

Being Hodgins sister and being a goth Squintern💕

Dr. Zack Addy:

I've got your back💕

Who's got him smiling like that?💕

❤️‍🩹Grey's Anatomy🩺

Dr. Derek Shephard:

Halloween special💖🫀

Injured💔

The Ballad of Jayne💔

Stuck in the middle💔💕

Stitches💕

This is Why I Don't Go To The Gym💕

Baby on the brain💕

Dating Derek after he broke up with Meredith💕

Love at first sight💕

Dr. Mark Sloan:

November Rain💔

Faithfully💔💕

We are family💕

Christmas Special💖

Dr. Owen Hunt:

Trauma 101💖

Dr. Jackson Avery:

Love Story💔💕

Dr. Alex Karev:

Heaven💔

Dr. Miranda Bailey:

Your my favorite💕

Dr. Nick Marsh:

Secrets out💕

🗡️Once upon a time🍎

August W. Booth:

Hidden secrets❤️‍🔥💕💔

Killian Jones:

Smut fic with Killan Jones❤️‍🔥

Prince James:

Hysteria💔💕

🩸Twilight🌲

Cullen family:

Fire safty💖

Going to the zoo💖

Cats in the cradle💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger. 💖💕

Cullens:

Emmett McCarthy Cullen:

Next to me series💖💔💕❤️‍🔥

Forever now💕

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Carlisle Cullen:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HC💕

Carlisle as your husband HCs💕

Jasper Whitlock Hale:

Jasper dating Bella's sister HCs💕

Edward Anthony Mason Cullen:

Dating Edward Cullen HCs💕

Crushing on Edward Cullen HCs💕

Rosalie Lillian Hale:

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Denalis:

Eleazar Denali:

Glory of love series ❤️‍🔥💕💔💖

Dating Eleazar HCs❤️‍🔥💕

Garrett:

Voice of an Angel💔💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and dating Garrett HCs💕

Wolf pack:

Seth Clearwater:

Perfect 💕

Volturi:

The Volturi:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger💕

🧫Ghostbusters👻

Peter Venkman:

When unspoken rules are broken💔💕

Dr. Egon Spengler:

Hold on, I love you💔

Two Nerds falling in love headcanons💕

Ray stantz:

Dr. Jelousey❤️‍🔥

Something strange💕💔

🦁🐍Harry Potter🐦‍⬛🦡

Draco Malfoy:

Say Something💔

Dance the night away💕

Just keeping an eye out💕

The truth doesn't always hurt💔💕

George Weasley:

Welocm to Gryffindor💔💕

You belong with me - part 1💔💕

Fred Weasley:

Being a Potter twin and falling for Fred💕

Neville Longbottom:

Your Breaking My Heart💔

Weasley family:

Being adopted by the Weasleys💕

⚔️Supernatural🌘

Gabriel "the Trickster":

Gardian Angel💕

Hyper girl💕

The Winchester and the Trickster💕

Love of a lifetime💔

Dean winchester:

Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Castiel:

Being in a love triangle with Dean and Cas💕💔

🎶Elvis Presley🎸

Austin!Elvis Presley:

Love me tender💔💕

💥Marvel🦸

Scott "Cyclops" Summers:

Dating Scott Summers💕❤️‍🔥

A not so White Wedding💕

Clint "Hawkeye" Barton:

Secrets out💖

Whatever it takes💔💕

Tony "Iron man" Stark:

All of me💔💕

Bucky "winter soldier" Barnes:

Treat you better💔💕

Howard Stark:

Time In A Bottle💕

Dr. Stephen Strange:

I won't say I'm in love💔💕

Avengers:

Ohana means family💕

Six avengers and a baby💔💕

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missluthorwillseeyounow · 10 months

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I had this dream where Lena was helping the DEO catch Lex after a breakout from prison, and she was telling them a story from their past.

"Did you know that the first time Lex ever killed was to protect me and my mother? A stranger had broken into Luthor Manor: a homeless man with schizophrenia, suffering from a delusion, though we didn't know it at the time.

All three of us were in the study, I was reading Plutarch out loud as part of my Greek studies. Lillian had just sent Lex out to call our father, and instead, he found this stranger. The stranger had been living in the streets, and he was filthy, stark, raving mad, Lex told me. The man had a large knife, and he kept trying to get through the door to the study. He attacked Lex, and he had no choice but to defend himself, defend us. Mother and I were inside, oblivious of what was happening on the other side of the door. We only found out when we heard the man scream, and we opened the door to find Lex standing over a dead man with the bloody knife in his hand.

After that, it was all taken care of quickly and silently. I have no doubt money was exchanged to keep it out of the papers, and no stain of it was ever found on Lex's records.

But everyone else didn't see our Mother take the knife from Lex's hand and give him a small, proud smile. No one else knew that it was a test, a lesson learned at the hearth of the home. Lillian was teaching Lex to protect the family at all costs, that the life of an outsider was nothing weighed with the life of another Luthor.

Of course, what she didn't tell us was that the man was family too. The 'stranger' was no stranger at all. You see, we had never met our grandfather. Lillian’s father was out of the picture long before even Lex was born. Died of heart attack when Lillian was a girl. It wasn’t until years after that incident that I found out Lillian’s father hadn't been dead at all. He had been living in the streets after a mental breakdown forced him to become homeless. Lillian had known exactly where he was the whole time. She had to, she couldn't have him exposing her 'shameful past'. So she decided to get rid of two birds with one stone. Teach her son an important lesson, while getting rid of the father she so despised for his mental illness. Lex had killed his own grandfather.

These are the lessons we learned at our mother's knee. I'm not defending Lex. He is his own man, and he has made his own choices. I'm just letting you know: this is how a Luthor is made."

#supergirl #lena luthor #lex luthor #lillian luthor #the house of luthor

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lovepotionnumber5 · 1 year

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inside out

[5k, supercorp-y, his dark materials meets supergirl, basically. or a daemon au. i had fun w this, might continue it! I guess rated t for luthor fam creepiness]

Supergirl is a woman apart.

She swoops regal and steadfast above the city she’s sworn to protect, her cape flapping with a quality that’s somehow just over the line of not-from-this-earth. Her gaze scans through crowds, buildings, the very sidewalk beneath National City’s feet. The heat of her eyes is too bright to be looked at directly, the force of her muscles so great that she seems perpetually gentle in all her interactions.

She is beautiful. Her hair glints golden in the sunlight, and she offers help with no expectation of thanks or reward. On days when the streets are quiet and calm, she cleans out the gutters of an older woman’s house, or plays a game of basketball with a lonely teenager in his step-dad’s driveway. She can change the weather with a breath, the surliest citizen’s day with a smile.

If she seems super-human, that’s because she is; she’s beyond humanity, but still close enough to touch. Always within reach, holding out a hand, asking if you need help.

And, of course, she doesn’t have a daemon.

Kieran settles fourteen days after they arrive at Luthor Manor, exactly one day before Lena’s fifth birthday. She wakes in an unfamiliar bed (and room, and house, and city, and country—) and she just knows. Something inside her that was malleable and questioning has turned to stone as she slept.

Kieran sits on the unused pillow on the other side of Lena’s new, too-big bed. She reaches out and slips a few fingers through his ink-black feathers, soft as silk.

“You’re very pretty,” she whispers, “as a raven.”

They’re all over Luthor Manor, the ravens, always driving the groundskeeper mad by lining up on the eaves. Lena’s spent two weeks watching them, listening to them caw to each other, sitting on her hands and trying not to cry as Greza prowls back and forth below them.

“I’m going to fly us away from here, Lena,” Kieran promises. “Up into the sky.”

Lena thinks of Eoghan’s rust colored plumage, the black and white tips of his wings, the way he had dissolved into dust in midair and drifted like snow down onto the lake her mother had disappeared into.

“Okay,” Lena agrees. She’s still whispering. “Fly us away, Kieran.”

When Tantox slithers down Lillian’s arm and flicks his tongue at them, Kieran digs his talons into Lena’s shoulder. Sometimes, on nights when the stars twinkle the brightest, he circles the Manor with powerful flaps of his wings. He’s always by Lena’s side when she finally drifts off to sleep.

Some nights, when Greza stalks them down the carpeted halls all afternoon, when she hears the quiet, occasional tap of Lex’s oxfords against the hardwood where he missteps in pursuit of his daemon, Lena finds her bedroom door locked from the outside.

It’s only when she returns to the Manor for holidays as a teenager that the cage appears in her bedroom. It’s brass, large and beautiful, and the aesthetic curves of the metal match the new bars outside of her window. Lex’s smile is different, and he had greeted her car at the end of the driveway without Greza anywhere in sight.

“We’ve tightened up security,” Lillian tells her, waving the hand that doesn’t have Tantox wrapped around it towards the foot of her bed, where one of the butlers places Lena’s trunk. “Let’s not make a fuss about it, hm?”

There’s an ugly wound, stark red against Tantox’s white scales, only visible in flashes when Lillian moves and her shirt sleeve rides up. Lena, thirteen and surly, with a daemon settled for nearly a decade, bites down hard on her tongue to keep from fighting back.

That night, Kieran cautiously hops onto the perch in the cage.

“It’s only for a week,” Lena promises. “Then we’ll be back at school.”

“Keep me close,” Kieran pleads. “I haven’t seen Greza yet. I don’t know where she could be.”

Lena sits on the edge of her bed and crams her hands under her thighs. “Lex is here, so she can’t be far. Maybe she spent the day napping on the patio. There’s that sunspot she likes.”

Kieran fluffs his wings. He doesn’t have to say anything—Lena knows it’s a weak suggestion.

Only a decade later, fresh from testifying against her brother in a crowded courtroom, will Lena wonder if it was him who locked her bedroom door, or if the click-clack she heard against the hardwood outside had been her mother’s heels all along.

“Don’t look at people’s daemons,” Alex tells her. “Or ask about them. And never even think about touching them.”

“You touch Q,” Kara points out, still confused. She doesn’t know what Q is short for, because Alex gets mad whenever she asks. “And Eliza touches Wrenott.”

Alex makes a kind of growl-scream noise of frustration. “That’s because Q is mine,” she seethes, “and I’m Q’s, and it’s the same for Mom and Wrenott.”

Q, who is currently a frog and peeking out of the breast pocket of Alex’s t-shirt, says something that Kara can’t hear.

She frowns. There’s a pod of dolphins around three miles off the coast that she can pick out just fine, but Alex’s daemon manages to sneak something past her newly sensitive ears from only a foot or so away. She tries to hear his heartbeat and finds that she can’t—just Alex’s and her own, and Jeremiah’s downstairs.

“But we need to figure something out,” Alex begrudgingly agrees.

Q wiggles his way out of Alex’s pocket and transforms into a sparrow right before gravity takes him down. He flits around the room, Kara’s eyes tracking him despite Alex’s warning.

“Q has an idea,” her sister says. “Since he hasn’t settled yet, we can fake it. You like wearing long sleeves better, right?”

Kara shrugs, focusing her attention back on Alex’s severe expression. “The sunlight makes my skin tingle.”

“Right, well, if you wore—I don’t know, a hoodie? Yeah, with the hood pulled up—then Q could sit on your shoulder in English. I’ll be right next door in AP Calc, and you’re young enough to have an unsettled daemon, and everybody knows about me.” She nods jerkily. “Alright, let’s try it out. Just on the edge of your shoulder, over your shirt. Q?”

“Wait,” Kara says.

Alex’s arms are crossed, her shoulders hunched in. Kara opens her mouth, then closes it, not sure what she should say.

“This feels wrong,” is what she settles on. “Are you sure?”

“It was Q’s idea,” Alex says, now chewing on her bottom lip.

“But is it alright with you?” Kara asks.

Q zips right over Kara’s shoulder and shifts into a lemur right before he collides with Alex, wrapping himself around her shoulders, his striped tail curled protectively under her chin. Alex’s posture relaxes with one big exhale.

“We’ll figure something else out,” Kara decides. “I��m supposed to blend in, right? My daemon will just be…shy.” She thinks of Q. “He hides in my pocket.”

The week before Kara finally starts school, she befriends a whip-quick, only slightly mangy cat in the backyard. Streaky follows her everywhere, and loves more than anything to sit on Kara’s shoulders or take a quick nap on top of her thighs. Some days, he comes to school with her, and she focuses on making sure he doesn’t try and brush up against anyone else instead of on the math equations she was doing before she was five revolutions old.

Years. On Earth, they call them years, and they wander around with their souls outside of their bodies.

Kal-El has a rescued African Gray Parrot he calls Jane. Jane never makes a sound, bird-caw or mimicked words, and stays perched on his shoulder whenever he’s his true self.

Whenever he’s Superman, he flies alone.

Lena builds Kieran a special perch with a vacuum seal base that can attach to any flat surface. She brings it with her to class, glares her best Lillian-glare at any classmates who open their mouths to complain.

He’s big, if the looks that linger on him for longer than is polite indicate anything. Lena always bites back remarks like you’re probably thinking of crows—ravens are larger and quite a bit smarter, actually. It’s rude to talk about someone’s daemon, but that never seems to stop people from staring at hers. The one time she hadn’t watched what she said, it had been to the daughter of some business partner of Luthor Corp, and the amount of time they both spent cooped up in Luthor Manor because of it—

Well. Lena bites her tongue, and counts the minutes until class lets out, reading college level calculus textbooks under her desk. All of the athletic girls are on sports teams and are excused from P.E.—Lena never joins the other girls in trying to get out of participating, never feigns cramps or pretends she has a migraine. She never goes faster than a stroll on the track loop either, but she never sits out. Kieran soars over her head, a black smear against perfect blue, and Lena swears she can feel the stretch of his wings in her own shoulders.

“How does it feel to have settled?” Andrea asks one hot Wednesday, walking at Lena’s same glacial pace around the track. Her voice is toeing the line of timidness. About four paces behind them is her daemon, currently in the form of a sleek fox.

“I’m not sure,” Lena answers. “It’s all I remember.”

She’s not sure it’s the truth. She thinks, maybe, there’s a memory of her sitting on the shore of a lake, dust in the wind, Kieran in the form of a golden retriever puppy and splashing in the water. But if she talks about that, then she’ll have to think about how even with fish and dolphins and whales and cephalopods at her disposal, Kieran had shifted to a spiky ball of a hedgehog and trembled in her lap.

Q follows Alex into the cemetery the day of Jeremiah’s funeral in the form of a German Shepherd and never shifts into a different animal again.

Sometimes, Streaky curls up with him on the couch, tucks his dark little head under Q’s chin. For the first time, Kara wishes that she also had part of herself wandering about in the world. She settles for wrapping Alex in carefully gentle hugs, cries with her on the roof outside their bedroom window, and makes sure she never spends too long looking at Q’s adorable dog face.

Sometimes, Wrenott will rub at Q’s cheeks with his little sea otter hands that Kara always tries really hard not to squeal over. Kara watches carefully at the way Alex’s shoulders droop, then stiffen back up again too quickly. Q always jerks away at the same moment. When Alex rushes out of the room, Eliza sighs so deeply Kara’s ears hurt.

“They’re composed of Dust, Lena, I’ve been telling you—it’s like your head is always in the clouds with Kieran.”

Lena’s skin prickles like it does whenever Lex says her daemon’s name. “My head is on this game of chess,” she counters, moving her bishop to d5 and claiming his rook. “Unlike you.”

He huffs. With a movement that’s too forced to be casual, he moves his pawn out of the line of fire of her knight.

The monologues that Lex delivers over games of chess become less tethered to reality each time. Lena usually tries to focus on the chessboard between them, but Lex doesn’t always let her.

“Dust is impermanent by nature. Shifting daemons when we’re young, sure, but not just that. Look at Superman.” He spins his Luthor heirloom signet ring around his pinky finger, his eyes suddenly very far away. “No daemon.”

“That we know of,” Lena points out, moving her own pawn to try and trap his queen.

Lex rolls his eyes. “Okay, that we know of. But we can’t ignore the implications.” He takes her pawn with his bishop, falling right into her trap.

“Implications?” She asks a little too innocently.

Lex is too focused on his lecture to hear it, parroting her pawn movement with one of his own. “We’re not the only species out there, Lee-loo. There’s an expanding universe of potential, and we’re the only ones who have daemons.” He says it like it’s the winning argument of a national debate competition.

Lena moves her own queen, lightning quick, forcing eye contact and tilting her head in confusion. Kieran hides his face by the nape of her neck, chortling softly. “So?” She asks.

“So?” Lex echoes incredulously. “Are you even listening?” He moves his knight to f3. “We’ve been operating under the assumption that daemons are necessary to intelligent life for thousands of years. Clearly, that’s not true. It changes everything, Lena.”

Lena strikes. Her pawn takes his queen with one smooth movement, her fingers curling around ink-black crown on the piece’s head. “Check,” she says. “Checkmate in four.”

Lex opens his mouth, then closes it. He scowls at the board. With a huff, he knocks his king over.

Lena grins at him.

“Don’t be smug,” he says. “It’s why you don’t have any friends at school.”

Kieran tugs at a group of hairs at the base of her neck. “Lex,” Lena says, her smile fading. “Where’s Greza?”

“None of your business.” He gets up and adjusts the sleeves of his sports jacket. “Mother says we’re having dinner as a family tonight. Don’t be late.”

That night, Kieran hops to his perch in the cage without Lena having to utter a coaxing word.

Alex sits with her on the roof in silence. Q rests his face on the windowsill behind them, his dark eyes focused on the stars above just like Kara’s are.

Alex looks at her sister instead of the cosmos. Her fingers tap at her knees as she struggles to find the right words. She wishes that Q could sit on the roof with her, that his paws—now permanently paws—didn’t slip against the shingles.

“He was a good cat,” Alex finally says, more than a little awkwardly, patting Kara on the shoulder. Streaky wasn’t Kara’s daemon, but Alex knows just how much her sister had come to lean on his presence.

Kara only nods in response. Her throat aches—she isn’t sure she’s able to speak.

“Have you thought about…”

“Yeah. Not many mute African Gray Parrots out there.”

“True.”

Kara leans her head against Alex’s shoulder, the pressure of it so light that Alex can barely feel her weight at all.

“What about a snake?” Alex asks. “A little one.”

“I like snakes.”

“You like every animal. And every animal likes you,” Alex adds, only a little bitterly. It’s like her sister’s a Disney princess. “You could carry one around your arm, wear long sleeves on days the snake isn’t into it.”

“I could carry him around in a little fanny pack with a hand warmer,” Kara suggests, sounding perkier than she has in days.

Alex doesn’t bother hiding her smile. “Yeah,” she agrees. “You could carry him around in a fanny pack with a hand warmer.”

It’s only when Lena’s school comes into view at the end of the impossibly long, manicured driveway that Kieran’s stubborn eye contact compels her to speak.

“Mother,” Lena begins quietly.

“Speak up, Lena,” Lillian says, not taking her eyes off of the medical journal in her lap. She’s spent the whole drive like that, just like every drive to and from school. Lena doesn’t know why she bothers to come.

Lena’s hands twist her in her lap. Kieran’s head nudges under them and they relax.

“Something’s wrong with Lex,” she forces herself to say. Then, quieter again, “with Greza.”

Mr. Bates, her mother’s driver, pulls up to the drop off point. The inside of the car stays quiet while he gets out and retrieves Lena’s luggage from the trunk.

“I’ll see you in the spring,” her mother says. She’s looking at her medical journal. “Bring that B+ in Physical Education up to an A.”

“I don’t even know why you bother coming,” Lena spits out, suddenly furious. “It’s not like everyone else’s mom drops them off at the start of term.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lillian says airily. “When else am I going to get two hours of quiet to myself?”

Lena opens the door with the goal of slamming it behind her, but Kieran has a different idea. He stays in Lena’s seat, then hops the tiniest bit closer.

Tantox slithers out to meet him, tongue flickering as he goes. When Kieran tilts his head, Tantox blinks his albino-red eyes in response.

It only lasts a second; Kieran is flying out ahead of her in the next breath. Lillian is frozen, her hands still against the pages in her lap.

“And make some friends,” she says before Lena can shut the door. “Dr. Perth says you could be stunting your own growth.”

Lena glares, then slams the car door shut.

“Is your boss’s daemon still freaking you out?” Alex asks at sister night, stroking Streaky Jr.’s head where he’s curled up in her lap.

“Yes,” Kara sulks. “What’s his problem with my handsome baby sweetie-pie? It’s so insulting. So what if he’s a little shy? He doesn’t have to prowl around us. Stupid panther types.”

“Maybe he’s got some sort of weird daemon radar. It’s Cat Grant. I’d believe it.” She looks over at Q. “What’s the report on Streaks, huh?”

“He’s a snake,” Q says, completely deadpan.

Kara rolls her eyes. “You’re not funny,” she says.

Q puts his head on his paws and looks up at her. Kara points at him. “Enough of that.” She turns to her sister and gestures for her snake. “And enough for you, come on.”

“No,” Alex protests, her pout almost matching her daemon’s. “You just gave him to me, you come on.”

“It’s been seventeen minutes,” Kara says. “Your measly human body temperature isn’t high enough to handle him for more than twenty, it’s not safe.”

Alex hands Streaky Jr. over with a huff. He curls around Kara’s arm immediately, naturally seeking out the extra warmth in her skin.”You’re such a snake hog.”

“Get your own fake daemon.”

“I would, except I know he’d like you better, you weird animal magnet.”

Kara reaches for the little spray bottle she keeps on the coffee table and gives Streaky Jr. a few spritzes. “Stay jealous.”

“If you could tell the court what you saw upon entering Luthor Corp sub basement 3 lab on July 23rd, please, Ms. Luthor.”

Lena leans in a little, to make sure the microphone will pick up everything she says. “I saw my brother and his daemon inside the DIC.” She winces, then clarifies, “the Dust Isolation Chamber.”

“Dust Isolation Chamber,” the prosecutor repeats. “Can you explain what that is to the court, please?”

“One of my brother’s inventions.” Lena’s fingers twitch towards the outsides of her thighs, but she resists the urge to sit on them. “It sends certain wavelengths of the electromagnetic spectrum through a confined space with the hope of further studying Dust as a scientific phenomenon. It…wasn’t made for people to be inside of it. Or daemons.”

The prosecutor nods. He has perpetually narrowed eyes and an opossum daemon, neither of which really give Lena any sort of ease answering his questions, even though they had prepped for days beforehand. “What form did the defendant’s daemon take, Ms. Luthor?”

“A leopard,” Lena croaks.

The prosecutor turns in a circle, pageantry for the jury and the courtroom, since it’s quite clear that there’s no leopard sitting by Lex. “I don’t see a leopard.”

Lex’s lawyer—Colton, from their family’s usual legal team—stands. “Objection. Argumentative, your honor.”

The judge nods. “Sustained,” she says. To the prosecutor: “ask your question.”

“What happened to your brother’s daemon on July 23rd, Ms. Luthor?”

“He—” Lena clears her throat. Kieran, who has been calmly perched on the side of the witness stand through her testimony, puffs up his feathers a little. “He attempted to sever himself from her. It didn’t really—I’m not sure what his goal was, exactly, but he didn’t manage to do it all the way. If he had, he’d be catatonic.”

Lex, dressed in one of his finest suits and a sharp purple tie, smiles at her from across the room like they’re only playing a game of chess.

“Was this out of character for your brother?”

“No,” Lena admits. “He’s been training himself to be apart from his daemon for years now.”

“Did the time he began that—‘training,’ you said?—did that happen to coincide with the appearance of Superman.”

The smile on Lex’s face disappears.

Lena swallows hard. “Yes,” she says.

“If you could talk,” Kara says to Streaky Jr.’s little face, “would you give me as much sass as Q gives Alex? I don’t think you would.”

Streaky Jr. keeps lapping at the water bowl in his terrarium.

“Would you even be a snake?” She rests her chin on her hands, close enough to the glass that her breath fogs it up a little. “Alex says my daemon would be a bald eagle. Or a naked mole rat.” She wrinkles her nose. “It depends on how recently I’ve ignored her advice in the field.”

Streaky Jr. blinks slowly at her. His body curls together a little more.

“But I don’t think you’d be a bird. Maybe you’d be a h’raka. Or a rondor. A zuurt, even.”

Streaky Jr. leaves his water dish behind, retreating into his cave in the corner.

“Yeah,” Kara whispers. “Probably not.”

“Stop picking at it,” Lena says absent-mindedly, mostly focusing on the email she’s writing about that quarter’s budget reports.

“It itches,” Kieran complains. It’s his first molt since they came to National City, and it seems to be taking all summer. It always leaves them both irritable.

“I’ll take a look later,” she promises, “but not while we’re at work.”

The intercom on her office phone buzzes. Kieran falls quiet; Lena reaches out and hits the button.

“I have Dr. Ketterman up from R&D, Miss Luthor,” Jess says.

Kieran flies from his perch on top of the bookcase to come land on her shoulder. He settles there, nuzzles his head down by the nape of her neck, as though that makes the big black bulk of him out of sight.

“Send him in,” Lena tells Jess.

What Lena first sees when Kara Danvers sits down for their interview is her smile, her eyes, the kind curiosity that bursts both.

The second thing she sees is the small red head of a snake peeking out from her collar before disappearing again. Only a few moments later, that same head appears at the cuff of her sleeve, slithering right into the open fanny pack around her waist. Lena is so befuddled that the tension that had bunched up her muscles at the sight of him begins to dissipate.

“He’s shy,” Kara says when she catches Lena staring, her face pink. “Um, he likes to—I keep a hand warmer wrapped in cloth in there? He prefers it to, um, having to—”

“Kara,” Lena interrupts gently, the tension in her shoulders entirely gone. “I get it.”

Kieran is sitting out on the balcony, doing his best to fit in with a group of pigeons instead of standing somewhere Kara could look directly at him. Lena can’t exactly start throwing stones from within her very glass house.

Probably sensing the way Lena is thinking about him, Kieran flies in from the balcony, through the window that Lena keeps open for him. It’s a lot easier than it was in Metropolis, when Lena had to bundle up in her office all throughout the winter.

“He’s beautiful,” Kara breathes out. She blinks rapidly once she does, her face going pink again, this time even worse than before. “Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“So is he,” Lena says, her eyes flicking to Kara’s fanny pack, now nearly overflowing with red scales.

“He’s a corn snake,” Kara says a little too quickly. “Um. Did you know that while the general collective noun for snakes is den, some snake species have their own? Like, it’s a generation of vipers. Or a rhumba of rattlesnakes.”

“Is that so?” Lena asks, too befuddled to say anything else.

“Is it ravens that have the collective noun of murder?” Kara asks. “Or is that crows?”

“Crows,” Lena says, more confident with a question she knows the answer to. “It’s an unkindness of ravens, technically.” She shrugs. “Most people just use flock.”

“That’s not right,” Kara says in that gentle way she has, the one that makes Lena feel like her chest is one touch away from shattering. “Your daemon isn’t unkind.”

Lena’s lip quirks into something similar to a smile. “That’s because we’re alone,” she says.

Kara opens her mouth like she wants to say something else that will be psychologically damaging to Lena’s afternoon. Lena jumps in before she gets the chance.

“So, where would you like to begin? L-Corp’s rebrand?”

Kara deflates slightly, but nods. She reaches for her notepad, flicks to an open page, and looks up with those big blue eyes her glasses don’t do a good job of hiding. “Yeah, that’s—that’s a great place to start. When did you decide on a full rebrand along with the relocation?”

Kieran loops languidly around the sky above her balcony, a blur of ink against the royal blue of the early evening. Supergirl stands next to her, watching him. It makes Lena feel far too exposed, but given the way Supergirl’s made a habit of saving her life from the very start of their relationship, she tries not to be too offended. After all, dealing with daemon manners when you don’t have a daemon can’t be easy.

“You look like you’ve hardly ever seen one before,” Lena finally observes.

Supergirl shoots her a tiny smile. “Maybe he’s just particularly striking.” Her fingers tap against the railing. “When my parents sent me here, they told me of your daemons,” she adds. “They didn’t have much time, but…my mother, she called them your nahv-shesur.”

“And what does that translate to?” Lena asked, curious how anyone who did not know the touch of their own daemon could try to define it.

Supergirl’s head tilts to the side as she considers that. “Made up of your soul,” she finally says, “but on Krypton we had two ways of saying that. My mother used the conceptual version instead of the spacial one. I still don’t know if she knew daemons were tangible.”

Lena shudders at the thought, and Kieran swoops down in response, perching himself on her shoulder.

“Not tangible,” Supergirl rushes to correct herself. “Of course, I don’t mean—well, you know what I mean, don’t you? They’re real.” She rubs a frustrated hand across her forehead. “I never manage to say it right when I talk about them. Even after all this time, they’re still foreign to me.”

Kieran nips at the top of Lena’s ear. He’s always quiet when there’s company, but they developed their own silent language well before Lena’s tenth birthday. Reassure her, he’s saying. Now. What’s taking so long?

“Daemons aren’t foreign to you,” Lena finds herself saying.

Supergirl blinks. “What?”

“Just because you can’t see your daemon, doesn’t mean they’re not there,” Lena says. “Did you have Dust on Krypton?”

With a movement so fast Lena’s eyes can’t catch it, Supergirl looks away, leaving Lena only able to see the curve of her jaw and cheek. When she speaks, her voice is rough. “Yes,” she says. “Khir.”

“Your khir,” Lena says, hopefully with an only slightly terrible accent, “could you see it?”

“Under the right circumstances.”

There’s a creaking noise, and when Lena looks down to try and locate it, she sees Supergirl’s hands move from the railing to reveal imprints of her grip.

“Sorry,” she says. “We could see Khir under certain light spectrums. Especially in low orbit, when Rao’s Light came through the atmosphere and—sorry, I’m getting carried away.” She laughs a wet little sound and then clears her throat. When she faces Lena again, her eyes are rimmed with red.

“Did you ever see it?” Lena asks.

Supergirl’s eyelids slip closed. “It was the last thing I saw,” she whispers. “Khir rising up to meet Rao in the atmosphere. While Krypton still had an atmosphere.”

Kieran’s claws maul Lena’s shoulder until she reaches out and puts a hand on top of Supergirl’s.

“There’s Dust everywhere,” Lena tells her, then repeats: “Just because you can’t see your daemon, doesn’t mean they aren’t there.”

#my writing #idk what to tag this!!#dc daemons #with some luthor family insane dynamics thrown in bc slay #ive decided to care less abt what i put out onto the internet so have fun kids

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To be clear: yes, he canonically has 4 brothers and one sister. But it came to me in a dream once that he only has sisters and it stuck with me. I’ve build this entire AU fanfiction in my head where things are kind of the same but of course, as it is Athelstan centered, we look at things mostly from his point of view.

This incredibly long post is dedicated to my mutual @demon-of-the-ancient-world because I think they might enjoy it.

This is (or, well, was) Athelstan’s family.

Rowan, a former soldier who lost an arm in battle, was subsequently discharged from service and granted permission to return home. His days are now occupied with tending to the farm, caring for his beloved children, and attending to his enigmatic wife.

Letia stood out as the most reserved and well-behaved among the children. Her strong commitment to the family's farm is evident as she devotes herself to caring for the animals, with a particular fondness for tending to the cows and goats. She is pledged to a young man from a neighboring village, and their union is based on genuine affection, as neither she nor the young man stand to gain financial advantages from the arrangement.

During Lillian's pregnancy with Anais, she insisted that she could sense her baby's heartbeat synchronizing with music's rhythm. Only Rowan lent credence to her claim, but when Anais was born, her innate affinity for music and singing became evident. Unlike her siblings, she didn't engage much in the family's daily tasks, as her mother encouraged her to follow her musical calling. Eventually, she secured a position at one of the town's two taverns, also showcasing impressive skills in writing and persuasion. Anais's warm personality has earned her popularity among the townsfolk.

After Eva was born, around 10 minutes after Anais, Lillian's life hung in the balance due to severe blood loss. The contrast between the twins became stark as the years progressed and their personalities blossomed. Eva reveled in getting dirty, exploring herbology, felling trees, horseback riding, and embracing an active lifestyle. Recognizing her potential, her father secretly started training her in swordsmanship and archery.

A local legend recounts that Bridget's entrance into the world was marked by laughter rather than tears. All the unspoken thoughts that Letia held found voice through Bridget, who became Letia's personal interpreter of sorts. Similarly to Anais, Bridget showed no inclination towards farming; instead, she delighted in spending her days at the tavern, engaging in conversations with passing travelers seeking rest. Her chatter about her sister's musical talents led to Anais securing a job there. She was always curious, and never ever scared. Despite her father’s attempts to rein in her wild hair using pins and veils, much like her mother’s, it stubbornly resisted any form of constraint.

During Lillian's pregnancy with Athelstan, her usual quiet nature became even more pronounced. She secluded herself within their home, closing the sole small window and resisting food and drink unless she reached the point of hunger. Rowan pleaded with her on his knees, urging her to eat, to communicate, and to step outside to bask in the sunlight. Yet, her response remained a wordless gaze, heavy with exhaustion and sorrow. Aware that she carried a child destined for great suffering, Lillian seemed to attempt to spare him by almost willing his demise before birth. He arrived prematurely, at eight months. As Rowan witnessed the birth of a son, tears of joy streamed down his face, his heart brimming with happiness. Each passing year, Athelstan's resemblance to his mother grew uncanny. He became a mirror image with slender, pallid limbs, cascading black locks, icy blue eyes, and a gentle, subdued voice. Athelstan found solace in solitude, his days immersed in studying the flourishing vegetables in their fields, the creatures inhabiting their stables, the hidden bugs amidst the grass, and the stars often obscured by thick clouds at night. Despite his attempts to forge friendships, no other children were drawn to him for play. He relished moments spent with his mother, the only child permitted to visit her even on her difficult days. She wove tales of distant lands, courageous warriors, enchanting beings, mischievous spirits, and age-old deities, painting a vivid tapestry in his mind. Frequently, Athelstan would awaken in the dead of night tormented by nightmares, seeking refuge in his parents' bed. Enfolded in his father's arms, he'd recount his unsettling visions with intricate detail, while his small hands found solace in his mother's dark hair. In silent exchange, the parents, particularly Rowan, shared concerned looks, his gaze repeatedly turning to his wife in search of answers, only to find none.

Six years later, Petra entered their lives, a ray of sunshine that managed to thaw Lillian's heart. Her husband observed her stepping outside more frequently, resuming her singing, cooking with enthusiasm, and savoring meals with newfound passion. Petra's presence infused their days with a renewed sense of happiness. The young girl formed a special bond with Athelstan, who took it upon himself to shield her, unwaveringly committed to her protection. If the child had been allowed time to mature, she would have eventually become an exact carbon copy of her father.

Lillian had always been solitary since childhood. Although her parents cared deeply for her, they struggled to comprehend her nature, and no one else seemed to either—until a 19-year-old boy, back from war with one arm less and no family left, came into her life. They met at the market , where she was selling her father's chickens, while he was in search of two for his new farm. Lillian, with a stone-cold expression, claimed that one particular chicken among the lot was an exceptional storyteller, evoking a laugh from him and leading him to choose that chicken. When Rowan kissed her hand goodbye, a hint of blush painted Lillian’s pale cheeks for the first time in her life. That day, Lillian returned home wearing an unusually wide smile, in stark contrast to her typically gentle and kind expression. Announcing her impending marriage, she left her parents looking at each other, lost for words. Over time, her mental state began to decline, deepening her introversion and occasionally leading to bouts of paranoia. Gradually, she abandoned regular clothing in favor of loose and flowing nightgowns. Despite her struggles, Lillian's love for her children remained unwavering, and the fact that most days she lacked the strength to spend time with them outside with made her suffer terribly.

#my vikings art #athelstan #vikings #vikings headcanons #vikings fanart #athelstan fanart #george blagden

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Soft

She hates the way Lena covers herself. It breaks her heart to see Lena uncomfortably fold her arms across her stomach, attempting to hide the way it spills over the waistband of lace panties. Lena is beautiful, her pale body almost shimmering in the moonlight that shines through their bedroom window, the red lingerie in stark contrast as she rests against the pillows.

Kara loves Lena’s stomach. She loves the feeling of soft flesh against her cheek whenever she uses Lena as a pillow during movie nights on the couch. She adores reaching upwards to stroke it as she kisses Lena’s most intimate parts, enamored with how lovely and squishy it feels beneath her fingers.

She wishes Lena could see it, too.

A lifetime of the Luthors and their ridiculous, disgusting, unattainable high standards still clearly hangs over her beautiful head, but Kara will tell her how beautiful she is every day until Lena starts to believe her and forget about the venom of Lillian’s words.

And then she’ll tell her some more.

“You don’t have to hide yourself from me, baby,” Kara murmurs, the mattress dipping beneath her knees as she carefully climbs onto the bed.

“I know,” Lena whispers, and perhaps she does know that, but knowing it and accepting it are two entirely different beasts.

Kara smiles sadly and crawls upwards, her hands settling on either side of Lena’s head as she leans down to gently capture her lips. She can feel each of Lena’s trembling breaths against her skin, can hear the way her heart erratically pounds, the love of her life stepping out of her comfort zone and trusting Kara to be gentle with her heart and mind.

Read Soft early on Patreon.

#Soft #lena x kara #supercorp #one-shot #body worship #body positivity #early access

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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prettybillycore’s masterlist 2024

my fics are also on ao3 (the links below are mostly to corresponding tumblr posts, but a few posts weren't reachable so they are ao3 links). hope you enjoy your stay, check the reblogs for even more of my fanfics that didn't fit in this post <3

✮ symbol key ✮ 〈 ♡ 〉 fan favorite || 〈 ❤ 〉 author favorite

✮ peaky blinders ✮

〈 thomas shelby 〉 ❤ for tommy ✦ x original character ✦ rating: teen ✦ prologue | Your sister, Edith Lillian ✦ letter #1 | Yours, Thomas Shelby ✦ ONE ✦ letter #2 | All My Love, Lilli Scamander ✦ letter #3 | Sincerely, Your Peaky Blinder ✦ TWO

✮ stranger things ✮

〈 billy hargrove 〉 shot through the heart ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ✦ ch. 1 you never shut up about steve ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen you are not a burden, billy hargrove ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ♡ finally safe ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen out of love ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ♡ ❤ you're gorgeous, doll ✦ x gn!reader ✦ rating: teen cigarettes and strawberries ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen not such a stranger ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen with me around, you're always safe ✦ x gn!reader ✦ rating: teen 〈 steve harrington 〉 broken hearted for halloween; and every holiday after ✦ x oc ✦ rating: teen all I want (for christmas) is you ✦ x oc ✦ rating: teen robin the matchmaker ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen feels like home ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen free ice cream hour ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen every part of you ✦ x reader ✦ rating teen

〈 polycules 〉 we love you just the way you are ✦ rating: gen ✦ harringrove x reader stranger things have happened in hawkins ✦ harringroveson x reader ✦ part one ✦ part two ✦ part three ✦ part four (final) we can all be a little less lonely ✦ harringrove x reader ✦ part one ❤ ✦ part two (mature)

✮ detroit: become human ✮

〈 connor | rk800 〉 please don't die again ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen were ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen don’t date vampires ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

✮ marvel cinematic universe ✮

〈 general/no pairing/multiple 〉 how you met the avengers ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen the moment they realize they have feelings for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen first date with the avengers ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 bucky barnes 〉 ♡ ❤ doll, I'm yours ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen long term effects of the blip ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 steve rogers 〉 dating captain american while being a SHIELD agent would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen being tony stark's sister and crushing on captain america would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 loki 〉 nightmares ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen mistakes were made ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen untrustworthy x reader ✦ rating: teen mistletoe ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen i can't believe you just said that ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen what the avengers think of you dating loki ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen dating loki while being tony's sister would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 peter parker 〉 falling down ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen dating peter parker would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen peter parker asking you to homecoming would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen peter parker crushing on you while being tony's daughter would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen dating peter parker while being tony's daughter would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

✮ criminal minds ✮

〈 spencer reid 〉 in love with forensics and the genius ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen coffee, british accents, and jealousy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen little gibbs is dating the genius ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen cuddles ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen golden heart ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen too old for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen it's a boy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen they probably won't like me ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen charm bracelet ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen

✮ supernatural ✮

〈 sam winchester 〉 welcome to the family ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 dean winchester 〉 what was grandpa like? ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen tell me i'm lying ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen the handgun in the '54 chevy bel air ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 castiel 〉 will be here for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen 〈 jack kline 〉 help me out ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 destiel 〉 unlucky love ✦ character x character ✦ rating: gen

✮ anime ✮

〈 general/no pairing/multiple 〉 opposing sides ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys as your older brother ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who has ezcema ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who is bullied ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who has depression ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys helping with an unaccepting parent ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys comforting their s/o with a rough home life ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 kageyama tobio 〉 ❤ king of the court and queen of the rink ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 sugawara koushi 〉 ❤ on top of the world ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 nishinoya yu 〉 music to my ears ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen always here for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 hinata shouyo 〉 perfection is the ace ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen hinata with an s/o that is slightly taller than him ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

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Re: blorbo night

Hereby sending you one legally-binding permit to talk about Placeholder. Whether it's a single trivia point or a whole wall of text, whatever you feel is right, whatever you want to say, I wanna hear it. Talk about your weirdo on main <- this is an order

so i had a ramble about placeholder several months ago, my points still stand to this day but there's one(1) new article of (the character, or AA) of him (thank you harryblank for the blorbo content even if it was for the author's birthday 😭😭😭) since im fascinated by his existence in february id like to take this opportunity to further explain why i would like to put him(or them as a collective) under the microscope:

also the birthday article ramble can be found in here.

1. there's a visible effort to differentiate between placeholders in the multiverse via subtle yet stark depictions of personality.

starting with Words of Power and Poison & ARCHETYPICALS placeholder (for my fingers' sake im calling him og43 placeholder), he may be vey well versed in several branches of parasciences, but not so much in social interactions. sometimes he comes off as blunt, inpatient(there's at least 3 instances of him fuming because hes frustrated at explaining) and occupied in his thoughts and interests(pataphysics cough cough and hes aware of it). sure, he does seem to know all, but the way he was written is never irritating to the readers, attributing to the flaws as a normal human being. also he cant compete with wettle but he sure has loser swag.

ADMONITION placeholder (phmd) who came in a darker WoPaP timeline, is different. he's still a smartass, but compared to the og43 counterpart, he holds more discourse power in meetings, and as a fellow phmd enjoyer has pointed out he's pretty good at manipulating people into achieving his goals, even if he's in the wrong, maybe because hes like in the director/specialist level in this canon and naturally has more power and confidence. plus he does shady things in almost all admo entries so im curious how this would play out in future articles.

Abbie... she's more hysterical, perhaps because of the anomaly, desperate to prevent an inevitable catastrophe that would affect her timeline. she also occasionally shows off, kinda reminds me of lillian in that fashion.

unfortunately ive not much to say about the HMCL supervisor cause INTEGER hasnt happened yet and he serves as a side character/ plot driver in this scp.

but i appreciate theres an effort of keeping them all somewhat different from one another.

2. the reason why hes a mipy rather than a babygirl in my opinion

his drip is awful.

yeah thats about my ramble of the month thank you max :)

#kiku_text #kiku_reading #phmd

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jusstya · 10 months

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Aesthetic 𖧋❟ (female) oc: Lillian LeBlance.

By me, jusstya ᩠͡♡ ully victoria.

Fanfiction: Beautiful Ghosts.

Par romântico: Tony Stark.

Universo: Marvel ／ Homem de Ferro.

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 9 months

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Protection Squad (or League)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49229983 by iamgoku With the threat of Thanos looming overhead the Rogue Avengers are reluctantly allowed to return to the US. Steve is shocked to discover just how much has changed in their absence. But even more so how much Bucky has changed. Words: 3131, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, DC Extended Universe, Wonder Woman (Movies - Jenkins), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Titans (TV 2018), Supergirl (TV 2015), Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Diana (Wonder Woman), Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry (DCU), Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang, Vision (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Koriand'r (DCU), Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Matt Murdock, Rachel Roth, Garfield Logan, Jason Todd, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Nia Nal, Oliver Queen, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Hale (Marvel), Donna Troy, Stephen Strange, Kate Bishop Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Diana (Wonder Woman), James "Bucky" Barnes & Yelena Belova, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Samantha "Sam" Arias/Alex Danvers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop, James "Bucky" Barnes & Kate Bishop Additional Tags: Civil War Team Iron Man, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Not Wanda Maximoff Friendly, Trans Bucky Barnes, Trans Female Bucky Barnes, Female Bucky Barnes, Female Peter Parker, Trans Peter Parker, Steve Rogers Being Homophobic, Transphobic Steve Rogers, Misgendering, Use of dead names, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Good Friend Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, Bucky Barnes Gets a Hug, Themyscira (DCU), Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Parent Bucky Barnes, Past Rape/Non-con read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49229983

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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also why is everyone in the skellington book called [place name] [latin word] [adjective]

Derek very evidently names characters like any good lazy D&D player, random name generators and dictionaries. He doesn't seem to see a problem with

Abyssinia

Adam Brate

Adedayo Akinde

Adrasdos

Adrian Sykes

Adrienna Shade

Ajuoga

Alan

Alan (Boyle Solutions)

Alan Brennan

Alena Metz

Alesha Walsh

Alexander Remit

Alexander Slake

Alice Edgley

Aloysius Vespers

Amalia

Amity

Amity's Wife

Anathem Mire

The Ancients

Anguish

Anna

Annie Brennan

Anton Shudder

Arabella Wicked

Argeddion

Argento

Argus

Armiger Fop

Arthur Dagan

Ashione

Ashley Hubbard

Aspen

Assegai

Category:Assistants

Audoen

Auger Darkly

Aurnia

Auron Tenebrae

Aurora Jane

Category:Australians

Avatar

Avaunt

Axelia Lukt

Axle

Azzedine Smoke

Badstreet

Bagatelle

Baritone

Baron Vengeous

Bartholomew

Basher

Batu

The Beast

Bennet Troth

Benzel Travestine

Bernadette Maguire

Bernard Sult

Bertrand Solus

Beryl Edgley

Billy-Ray Sanguine

Binder Firm

Bison Dragonclaw

Black Annis

Boiler

Brennock

Brides of Blood Tears

Bridget

Brobding

Brock

Bruno

Bubba Moon

Burgundy Dalrymple

The Butcher

Byron Grace

Cadaver Cain

Cadaverous Gant

Caelan

Caisson

Caius Caviler

Cameron Light

Cark

Carol Edgley

Carol Edgley (Reflection)

Cassandra Pharos

Caste

Cathy

Cathy (The Button)

Category:Cats

Cerise

Ceryen

Cerys

Charivari

Charlie Smith

Child of the Faceless

China Sorrows

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Cu na Gealaí Duibhe

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Damocles Creed

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Darian Vector

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Death Monkey

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Devoted

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Doctor Whorl

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Dragunov

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Dusk

Eachan Meritorious

Eamon Campbell

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Eddie Sullivan

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Edwina

Eliza Scorn

Elsie O'Brien

Elwood Satchel

Emmeline Darkly

Emmett Peregrine

Category:End of the World characters

Category:Energy-Throwers

The Engineer

Ephraim Tungsten

Erskine Ravel

Esryn Vanguard

Etta Faulkner

Evoric Cudgel

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Father Reynolds

Fergus Edgley

Ferrente Rhadaman

Filament Sclavi

Finbar Wrong

Fintan Muldoon

Flaring

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Flint

Forby

Frightening Jones

Gall

Gary Price

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Category:Generals

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Geraint Mizzle

Gerontius

Ghastly Bespoke

Ghastly Bespoke's father

Ghastly Bespoke's mother

Gladys

Glass

Gleeman Shakespeare

Gordon Edgley

Grace Kelly

Gracious O'Callahan

Graft

Gratio Erato

Gregory Castallan

Gregory Day

Greta Dapple

Griff

Grim

The Grotesquery

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Habergeon

Hansard Kray

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Hayley Skirmish

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Hoc

Hokum Pete

Hollow Men

Hopeless

Horts

The Hound

Hrishi

Hutchinson

Ian Moore

Ieni

Illori Reticent

Imogen

Infected

Isara

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Ivy

Jack Irons

Jackie Earl

Jajo Prave

James Hubbard

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Jasper

Jenan Ispolin

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Jethro

The Jitter Girls

Johann Starke

Joost

Kaiven

Kallista Pendragon

Kalvin Accord

Karrik

Kase

Kathryn Ether

Keir Tanner

Keith

Kenny Dunne

Kenspeckle Grouse

Keratin

Kes

Kierre of the Unveiled

Kiln

Kimora

Kitana Kellaway

Korb

Kribu

Krull

Kumo

Laken Cross

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Lapse

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Levitt

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Lightning Dave

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Lorien

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Madcap Fenton

Magenta

Mahala

Maksy

Mandat

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Master

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Melancholia St Clair

Melissa Edgley

Mellifluous Golding

Memphis

Mercy Charient

Merriwyn Hyphenate-Bash

Metric

Mevolent

Midnight Blue

Militsa Gnosis

Minion One and Minion Two

Mirk

Misery

Miss Nuncio

Moloch

Moribund

Mortal

Morven

Morwenna Crow

Mr Chou

Mr. Bliss

Mr. Fedgewick

Mr. Jib

Mud

Mulct

Murder Rose

Muriel Hubbard

Myosotis Terra

Myra

Myron Stray

Nathanial Quiver

Nefarian Serpine

Nero

Nestor Tarry

Never

Nixion

Nj Maverick

Noche

Noonan

Nye

Oberon Guile

Oblivious

Obloquy

Octa Gregorian Boona

October Klein

Odetta

Ogre

Oisin

Omen Darkly

Operative

Oscar Nightfall

Owen

Palaver Graves

Parthenios Lilt

Pat Hanratty

Patrick Slattery

Patrick Xebec

Paul Lynch

Paulie

Peg Muldoon

Pennant

Persephone Grief

Pete Green

Petrichor

Phil Lynott

Philomena Random

Ping

Portia

To name a few

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𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃. [A]GOT.

father: rickard karstark mother: lillian (likely a flowers) half-siblings: harrion, eddard, torren and alys karstark others: cregan karsark [first-cousin removed] arnolf karsark [great-nephew]