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zaritarazi · 9 months

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okay listen i was talking to ki about constantine in legends and we ended up on "zari and behrad and astra but in constantine" and let me tell you. this idea is delicious

astra kind of already has a set plot we can come back to her if we'd like bc i, tumblr user zaritarazi, would, surprisingly, love to talk about the idea of zari & behrad tarazi and how they would fit and act in this universe instead of the legends one

now you're going to have to walk with me a bit because i am, for all intents and purposes, kind of hot glueing parts of dc magic canon together- in fairness, this is also what dc comics does and i am objectively more valid- so we have black adam who never actually shows up in this imagined second? third? season of nbc's constantine, he's allowed to be bi in this one, but basically zari and behrad are minor characters that flit in and out to be like hey. just a reminder there's way bigger things out there and some of them, at some point, will be either your fault or your problem. also did you kill doctor fate you stupid fuck

so like in my head zari is a mix of comics canon, archeology adjacent, very heavily zari tarazi, outside presentation of a very bubbly socialite (THIS IS A TRICK) actual personality of like, extraordinarily clever, too sharp-witted, cares about humanity, but also feels very detached from it by this point. and she's aware of that and she's not thrilled about it. she and john have a deeply antagonistic relationship, and she's right, they flirt constantly and only through negging.

essentially both consider the other a con-person and a professional liar and King or Queen Not to Be Trusted, any time john's flirting gets too friendly zari threatens to tell teth-adam and any time she does that john asks her why he's never actually around (this is a complicated plot point i haven't decided on. i'm writing an imaginary third? season of a show that didn't get a second. bear with me)

actually everyone shut up i'm a genius bc felix faust is a big antagonizer of black adam and john constantine, had a super gross plot when he brought adrianna back to life that we will not be using, but he is a common enemy even though john kills him once or twice a season. bringing the tarazis in as signifiers of the far-off black adam circling in the distance bc john can't kill faust well enough is like... kind of brilliant of me, actually,

also zari is very very good at getting rare items, either because she's rich or very charming or both. i don't think she's a celebrity in this one, i think the tarazis are just rich, not sure how or why, roll with it, but she's a very good finder of things, and also she can still talk to dragons. this is mentioned once and never explained

okay this post went on way longer for zari than i expected- i'm sure you knew this would be the case but you know me better than i know myself- behrad but in nbc's constantine, he's allowed to be bi in this one, post to follow at some point soon

#lot headcanon #zari tarazi #john constantine #hellstar #legends of tomorrow #but actually not entirely! it both is and isn't. she's there more as a member of the dark marvel family! she is very much taken!#but sometimes... cheating is good #constantine headcanon #dark marvel family #black adam #behrad tarazi #dark marvels but it's nbc's constantine au. working title #long post #constantine verse au

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cigamfossertsim · 9 months

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zatanna: billy! we are abt to summon the elusive elements of the cosmos. concentrate

billy: im with you. call them. tell them to bring pizza

#zatanna zatara #billy batson #shazam #captain marvel #justice league dark #sentinels of magic #marvel family #dc comics #justice league

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huffelpuff210 · 11 days

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His Girl Part 1 Soft Dark Mob Boss Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

His Girl Part 1

Soft Dark Mob boss Steve Rogers x Innocent reader

Warning: Violence, blood, beatings, mild language, obsessed Steve, Protective Steve, Angry Steve, Controlling behavior, age gap,

Summary: You, Steve and Bucky have been friends for a long time, You are pretty much Bucky’s little sister what happens when Your brother puts you in harms way.

You were in your flower shop sorting the flowers, Starting the day when You look at the roses, Your smile falls, Remembering the day you lost your parents,

Your parents were florists just like you but they worked for the mob, Whenever they needed flowers for parties or funerals or special occasions your parents were the one’s to call, they were like family to the mob,

When you were just five your parents hid you and your brother in the closet, when they were executed in cold blood,

Bucky’s father who was the right hand man in the mob your parents worked for found the two of you,

They knew they couldn’t risk putting you and your brother in foster care so he took you both in as one of his own,

You grew up in the mob, but you were never a part of it, Bucky Now Steve’s right hand man was like another brother to you, Very over protective brother, Scaring away any boy who even dared to look your way, Steve however treated you like you were made of glass, Sure the two men were much older than you, You were only twenty, But you never payed attention to those details,

After you turned eighteen you took over your families business, Your brother however, he never could stay out of trouble even though he was older than you,

The bell to your shop rings bringing you out of your thoughts, You look over your shoulder to see Bucky, He checks in on you everyday just to be safe he says,

“Good morning doll.” He says

You smile at him as you walk towards him,

“Good morning.” You smile up at him since he is taller than you, and built like a brick house.

You however are small and petite, He always tells you that you need to eat more.

“Do you know where your dimwit brother is I haven’t seen him all day.” He says

You shake your head,

“He’s been dodging me.” You say with a sigh,

“That’s odd.” He grumbles,

“I’ll take the sunflowers by the way.” He says

You chuckle

“You don’t need to buy something everyday you know.” You laugh

“Sure I do, your my little sister after all.” He says

You giggle

Giving him a bouquet of sunflowers,

“Besides I just put them in Steve’s office anyway.” He says

You roll your eyes,

“How romantic.” You say

“Smart ass.” He says

You giggle,

“I’ll see you later alright, stay out of trouble.” He says kissing your forehead,

“I’ll try.” You giggle

He leaves, You busy yourself with all the flowers in the shop most of the day was pretty dull that is until your brother storms in,

“Jeremy? Where have you been?” You ask rushing over to him, You see his face is badly bruised and blood,

“Oh my god what happened?” You say checking his face,

He grabs your hands, in his large hands.

“We don’t have much time, You have to know I tried to reason with him.” He says in a panic

“What are you talking about?” You asked a bit worried,

“I need to hide you and quick.” He says taking your hand, dragging you in the back of the shop,

“Your not making any sense.” You say worried

“I got in to deep Y/N! they are coming after you for collateral!” He says

“What?” You stop in your tracks,

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bring you into this.” He says

Suddenly you hear the bell to the store chime a bit roughly meaning someone yanked open the door with a lot of force.

“Oh Y/N, I know your hear, your big brother told us exactly where to find you.” You hear an familiar voice, Brock is someone familiar to you Steve has had run ins with him a few times.

You look at your brother horrified,

“H-How could you-” You began,

“I don’t have time to explain we need to get you out of here.” He says dragging you out the back only to be met with two big men,

Your brother blocks you from the,

“Going somewhere?’ You hear from behind you. You see Brock smirking at you,

You can feel your heart pounding against your chest,

“Hello Y/N beautiful as always.” He says smirking at you

You glare at him,

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you glare at him,

“I think your brother already explained to you the details.” Brock says smirking at you,

He tries to grab you but Jeremy blocks you from him,

Brock sighs snapping his fingers where two of his goons jump him, punching and kicking him to the ground,

“No, No stop I’ll go just leave him alone!” You yell, he motions for his goons to stop, Jeremy stands you hug him,

“Get Steve,” you whisper. He nods

Brock pulls you away from your brother, his grip tightly on your upper arm,

He shoves you into the SUV

You knew the rumors about Brock and his Mob, Brock was notorious for beating his wife, killing his men without a second thought, wrecking havoc. He had no respect when it came to his men and the public,

You knew Steve however he had everyone from the police to attorney's in his pocket,

He will turn Brock’s operation upside down to get you back, You knew that for a fact,

One of Brock’s men place a handkerchief to your nose and mouth, You struggle but still breathe in the fumes and you fall into a deep sleep.

Jeremy ran as fast as he could to Steve’s mansion, The men at the gate knew him since he’s been in Steve’s crew for a few days, He runs to Steve’s office where he is having a meeting with Bucky and Sam, all the men look in his direction,

“Dude do you know how to knock?” Sam says

“I’ve been looking for you all morning where have you been?” Bucky says glaring at him,

Bucky was tired of his excuses, He was only letting him in Steve’s crew for a favor to Y/N but all the men stop when they see his condition and the pure panic on his face,

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked

Steve just sat at his desk slightly annoyed,

“They took her.” Jeremy says

Everyone in the room freezes,

“They took, Y/N.” He says

Steve stands up, stalking over to him, Steve towers over him glaring at him,

“What did you do?” Steve asks in a menacing voice,

It was no secret that Jeremy always brought his problems to your doorstep,

“It was Brock and his men.” Jeremy says

“That’s not what he asked you.” Bucky says glaring at him

Jeremy froze,

“Well?” Sam says

Steve lost whatever patience he had left grabbing Jeremy by the collar.

“What did you Do?” He asked

“I- I uh gambled... More than I had, And He took her.” Jeremy said,

“You what!?” Bucky says

Steve holds up his hand Stopping Bucky, Steve glares at him,

“Your sister gives you to many chances,” Steve says as he glares down at him,

He shoves him to Sam,

“Get him the hell out of here.” He says

“W-Wait Y/N She need-” He began,

Steve glares over his shoulder at him, making him clam up as Sam drags him out of the office,

“We need to find her, Who the hell knows what Brock is doing to her.” Bucky says in a worried voice,

Steve growls,

It was no secret to Bucky that Steve was in love with her, But he knew this business could get her caught up with the wrong people, Exactly what Steve and Bucky tried protecting her from, But it looks like that was all out the window,

“He’s probably got her at the Docks,” Bucky says

Steve nods,

“Get everyone ready, Brock has been a thorn in my side for far to long anyway.” Steve says

Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, It was dark,you smelled a musty smell, You try to move but realize you can’t, Your hands are tied behind your back as you sat on a chair.

“Good morning sunshine.” Brock says smirking down at you, You just glare,

One thing Bucky and Steve always taught you no matter what never show fear.

“Lets talk about your friend Bucky shall we?” He says with a smirk

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ast-art · 4 months

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Guys what if their hair was curlier?

The context for this image

Akihiro wants to take Laura to a gay bar. Gabby wants to come as well but they both say no. Much to Gabby's jealousy when Jubilee asks to tag along there is an immediate yes. Jubilee wanted to take photo of them before they left and in typical older sibling fashion (source: I do this t my baby brother) they use Gabby as an armrest even though she's still kind annoyed at them.

#x-men #marvel #x men #laura kinney #gabby kinney #honey badger #scout #wolverine #dark wolverine #x-23 #daken akihiro #<- for tagging purposes #snikt family #art

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local-demon-in-your-area · 21 days

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Marvel's Loki and Cedric the sorcerer in Sofia the first are basically the same character in slightly different font, and more or less similar to Snape in Harry Potter depending on whether or not there are children in their story. In this essay I will...

#loki #marvel #severus snape #cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #dark haired antagonistic but still somewhat good guys with family issues and a need to be acknowledged by the protagonist's family/royal fam #thoughts #somebody make a venn diagram

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Stuck in the Middle

Sequel to All in the Family

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, age gap, cheating, cutting, blood, boring sex, fuckboy energy.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your return to campus brings some unexpected changes.

Characters: silverfox!Loki, glimpses of Heimdall, shades of Victor Shade (Vision)

Note: Well, I decided to get messy so expect at least a third part.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Mario loves pipes. Take care. 💖

"Has anyone been to the Nornheim Museum?" The professor asks as he pokes his slender glasses up his nose.

You're of the few to murmur and raise your hand in affirmation. You shift in your seat, leaning your elbow heavy on the foldout desk as the memories tingle in your core.

"Not many have this privilege, darling," Loki's long finger tapped on the glass above the forged buckle, "it is said to have belonged to the great Ragnar but often those of the same name are confused for one another and few names were rare in those days."

The echo of his voice in your head distracts your from the lesson as the slide flips and you sink down in your chair, crossing a leg over the other as you fight the other memories. The tickle of wandering fingers and intonation of less informative words in your ear. The way Loki strode confidently in the barren museum as if luring you into his maze of tricks and traps.

'It is a pity my son was too enamoured with his video games to join us,' Loki nudged his office door open, his name etched into the golden placard mounted on the wood, 'he surely is missing out, though he never does seem to see the whole picture.'

You sniff and tap your pen on the desk. You squeeze your thighs together and push the end to your lips, biting down as your skin spatters with heat.

'Darling,' his words rumbled against your thigh as you lay across his desk, your jeans on the floor and your sweat pushed above your chest. 'Mm, I have been thinking of the taste of you and nothing else.'

His teeth clasped around the top pf your panties and he urged them down slowly with a snarl. You quivered as he dragged them lower, hands on your knees as he felt your flesh cloyingly. You moaned as your body responded, as the warmth seeped in anticipation.

"...I recommend you invest in this trip, it will be vital to much of this course and invaluable to you as an aspiring historian…" the dull voice of the lecturer drones on.

You gripped the sides of desk, knuckles aching as you curled your fingers tighter with each thrust. Your legs stretched up Loki's torso, your feet at his shoulders as he kneaded your thighs and he stared at the way he slid in and out, the wet noises filling his office. You admired the grey hairs along his chest, curly and soft.

'Touch yourself,' he puffed, 'let me see what makes you cum.'

You were quick to obey, fingers gliding easily along your wet cunt and flicking around your clit. You pushed an elbow into the wood and raised yourself as you arched your spine and whined. He did not let up as he kept his motion rampant.

'A creature like you should never be so neglected,' he bent his head to kiss the top of your foot, his rhythm turning rough and ragged, 'cum for me, darling, for you have me at the cusp.'

You clear your throat and shrug off the thoughts though they tug at the nape of your neck. You need to focus. That was a mistake. Regrettable. Messy.

You lean your chin and your hand and make yourself focus on the image projected across the front of the lecture hall. That's what youth is for, isn't it? Mistakes.

Another hour slogs by as you fight the holiday hangover. Finally free from the introductory monologue, you pack up and slip your phone free from the side pocket of your bag. You drag your feet down the centre aisle as you light up the screen with your thumb.

Finn, again. He didn't take the news well. It was the only thing you could do. Breaking up was inevitable. You just didn't mesh. And his father…

No, that didn't happen. Nor will it happen again. By cutting ties with Finn, you'll make sure of it.

You ignore his messages and swipe away the missed calls. You know he's a man baby but this is a bit much. He didn't care before, not when you were fucking. He reminded you constantly how much better he could do, well so could you.

The winter perseveres into the new year, hardly making for a fresh start as the snow is stained grey with dirt. Your boots crunch along the pathway across the campus courtyard and you send up a cloud of breath into the crisp air. The library furnace chugs a steady billow of smoke into the sky and adds to the mid-afternoon dim.

You shuffle into the lobby of your building with the beep of your fob and the door catches behind you. You don't think much of it, assuming it's another resident as you cross the floor littered with slush and water dripped off of boots. You're pulled back by your arm before you can reach the stairs.

"You think you can just ignore me?" Finn spins you to hit the wall and you let out a low oomph.

"What the fuck–"

He startles you as he slaps the wall on either side of your head and looms over you, "you won't even give me a chance. We could talk this out, babe."

"Finn, please, it wouldn't have worked out, we're just too different."

"That's what makes it work," he pouts, "please–"

"Don't act like it was more than it was. I shouldn't have agreed to go all the way to Jotun with you."

"Then why did you?"

"Because… I don't know."

"What changed?"

"Nothing," you take a breath, "it was never that good to begin with. Please, Finn, go to a party, find another girl."

"I want to know why," he snarls and leans in, "tell me."

Your throat constricts. You could tell him. You could confess. No, that's stupid because you forgot. It didn't happen. It can't have happened. His parents are married and you and him are done.

"Just… you really want to know?"

"I have to know," he balls his right hand hits the wall, "how can someone like you dump me?"

You frown at the backhanded question and shake your head, "the sex was awful and dry.

He snorts and pushes away from you, pivoting on his heel as he laughs, "sure, and you were all that."

"Finn, let it go. It was two months–"

"You're lying. The sex was great," he rambles as he prowls back and forth in front of you, "so there's something else. Or… someone else."

You clamp your lips guiltily and fight to keep your cool, "no, just you. Finn, you spent the whole visit with other people. Let's not make it more than it was."

He rolls his eyes and screeches to halt as he faces you, "fine, I'll go hit up Samantha. She always was a good time. You know–" he points a finger in your face as he steps closer, "she tried to fuck me at her little birthday bash and I said no. For you."

You glower and look at the door, "so what? You've obviously been thinking of it ever since. You're free, go fuck Samantha."

“You don’t mean that,” he whines.

You flick your eyes in his direction and he scowls. Your face says it all. He curls his lip and kicks his foot over the floor in frustration.

“You always were so fucking stubborn,” he snaps and stomps to the door, “have fun. Alone.”

He swings open the door and storms into the lobby, the door falling heavy behind him. You flinch and part from the wall as you shake off the encounter. Being alone can’t be so bad if he’s the alternative.

🐍

“I see Finn is pulling out all the stops,” Neve remarks as you blindly wander into the front room, rubbing your eyes with the fraying cuffs of the oversized sweatshirt.

“What–” You cross your arms in the chill of the dorm and check the window. It’s closed, “why is it so goddamn cold?”

“Apparently, the water heater is broke for this entire block,” she shrugs and you notice the layers of turtleneck, hoodie, and robe around her, “lucky us.”

“Fuck,” you sneer, “just what we needed.”

“Not like the water ever gets hot anyway,” she says as she scrolls on her phone, sipping from a tall porcelain mug, “whatever, you got a surprise in the kitchen.”

“Surprise?” You shiver and drag your feet across the cramped front room and enter the boxy kitchen with its half-sized appliances.

A plinthed vase with two branches of orchids stands on the only counter space left, the white petals tipped with a deep purple. Flowers? Really? Not what you expect from your ex, especially after your last conversation. It makes you wonder if he did fuck Samantha after all. Is this guilty planted in stone?

There’s a card perched on a plastic stick dug into the dirt. You’re ready to tear it up already. Two months and now he cares. You don’t think for a moment that some flowers will cure his selfishness. You take the envelope and tear the flap carelessly. You slip the card up and flip it open.

‘Thinking of you, L.’

Ohhhhh.

Oh.

Shit.

“So, you gonna forgive him?” Neve frightens you as she shuffles in and brushes by to rinse her coffee cup.

“Um,” you quickly push the card back in the envelope and hide it up your sleeve, “I don’t think so.”

“They’re pretty flowers. Didn’t think he had taste beyond labels.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t,” you scoff, “I’ll get these out of the way.”

“Still, I’ve never had anyone send me flowers. Guess girls don’t work like that,” she chuckles, “not the ones I’ve dated, at least.”

You give a small snort as you lift the vase and nearly drop it. It’s heavier than you expect. You carry it back into your room and push an empty container out of the way to set it on your dresser. You really need to start throwing away your shit.

You grab the empty cardboard and the half-finished cup of soda and go to dump it out in the kitchen. Never hovers in the front room, her slippers scuffing on the floor as she chatters.

“I was gonna take a shower,” she bemoan as she rubs her hands together, “fuck this building.”

“Did you talk to the building manager?”

“I talked to Ariel across the hall. She called. Maintenance is three days out.”

“What? Three days?”

“I guess that’s what we get for being poor as fuck,” she scoffs, “not the first time I’ve had a cold shower.”

“Me either,” you resign as another shiver crawls up your back.

“Well… you could call Finn, go on the rebound for a few days and get us access to that nice condo shower–”

“No,” you huff and she laughs at your scrunched expression.

“I’m kidding, but a girl can dream,” she chimes.

“I got class,” you grumble.

“I’ll probably chill at the library, they always got the heat cranked to hellfire.”

“Good idea, I’ll meet you there after,” you turn on your heel as the envelope chafes in your sleeve, “fuck, things just keep getting better, don’t they?”

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Professor Shade nods at another student as you wait anxiously. Two weeks into classes and you feel as if you’re running from behind already. You step up when the path is clear, your nerves pinging off each other. Talking about money is never an enjoyable experience.

“Professor,” you say as he gathers up the pile of proposals handed in at the beginning of class. He glances at you with pale blue eyes as you shift on your feet.

“Yes?” He says evenly. His mood is always placid, always measured, and entirely hard to read. You can’t tell if he’s bothered or interested.

“About the trip to Jotun, um, my work study was only just confirmed so I won’t have the money by next class. I can bring a deposit though–”

“Very well,” he agrees easily, “I’m no debt collector.” He stands straight, the silver woven into his yellow hair catching the bright lights of the lecture hall, “As long as you can have it all by the day of.”

“Alright,” you say with a sigh of relief, “thanks, professor.”

You smile and turn to scurry away, “I believe you are of the few who’ve seen Nornheim before?”

You pause and face him again, “yes, I went… last month. Over the holiday.”

“Ah, it must’ve been busy.”

Your neck burns as you swallow, “um, yeah, not too bad.”

“Are you from Jotun then? Visiting family?”

Despite his words, you find it hard to gauge his interest as his tone remains unaffected.

“Yeah,” you lie, well, not entirely.

“And did you enjoy the museum?”

“Yeah, it was nice,” you say as you struggle to recall any of the actual displays. You were too distracted.

“They are opening a special exhibit on Norse mythos for our visit, we’ll be there upon the first day,” he explains as he shoves away the papers in his bag, “so it won’t be all old hat to you.”

“Great,” you say sheepishly, “sorry, I gotta go. My work study–”

“Ah, yes, good luck, where is it?”

“The library,” you answer breezily.

“Oh, very good. When I was your age, I ended up in the Economic office. What a miserable plight that was.” He shoulders his bag, “anyhow, I’ll let you go.”

“Thanks, professor,” you force a smile and quickly flit out behind the last of the stragglers.

You button up your coat and wind your scarf around your neck as you head out into the crisp winter welcome. You carefully plod down the icy steps and your boots crack through the already shattered sheets across the campus pathway. The library bustles with activity as you approach, the cafe visible through the front windows is crowded with bodies waiting for their warm treats.

You push inside through one of several heavy doors and pull out your student card to scan through the gates into the main floor. You dust off your shoulders and head to the counter where a librarian works at filling a cart with returns. You pick at the edge of your pocket as you clear your throat.

“Excuse me, um, I’m a work-study student.”

She peeks over at you through her thick lenses, “which one?”

“Uh,” you give your name, “I’m supposed to be working with–”

“Heimdall,” she finishes for you, “so not mine.”

“Yeah, that’s right, I… where would I find him.”

“Well, you’re working in a library, you’ll have to figure out how to find things, won’t you?” She says tersely as she continues her labour, “they always send me the worst…” she mutters, “always late.”

You bite your lip and frown. How in the heck are you supposed to find your supervisor? You can’t just walk behind the desk. Are you just supposed to stand her and hover like a moth?

“Lorelai,” a deep voice underlines the silence of the library, “must you be so adverse?”

You glance over as a man with bright hazel eyes appears from around the other end of the desk. His irises almost look golden as they reflect the lights above. He is tall with straight shoulders and a calm gait. His dark hair is marked with a single streak of silver.

“Heimdall, you must be…” he introduces himself as he lifts the door of the desk and steps through, “early. Good start.”

“Oh, hi,” you say as he keeps the door up on its hinges.

“First thing, let’s get your stuff away,” he gestures to the bag bulging against your hip, “then we’ll have a tour.”

“Oh, sure, thanks.”

“Try not to track that muck everywhere,” Lorelai warns.

“Ignore her. Bad break up,” he beckons you through and follows you, directing you away from the prickly woman.

“Her? I can’t imagine why,” you say under your breath. He chuckles and you regret the careless comment.

“Complicated, I hear,” he remarks, “right, in my office here.” He points you into a doorway, “coat racks in the corner, I’ll be out here.”

You step into the office, the scent of sandalwood laced with vanilla greets you warmly. A desk lamp glows amber over an open book and a deep red carpet sprawls over the worn wooden floor. It’s cozy and makes you want to linger. Despite the maintenance coming in every other day, the heat in your apartment still lingers between entirely kaput and boiling hot. You could spend a week here, nice and warm.

You hang your coat on the rack beside a dark brown coat with a blue scarf slung over it. You leave your bag at the base and reluctantly retreat. Heimdall stands at the desk, scribbling on a scrap of paper before handing it over to a student. He gives a nod as the freshman blinks up at him and slowly leaves. He is rather intimidating.

“Lorelai, how about we do the returns so I can show her around?” Heimdall turns to his coworker coolly.

“And what about me?” She whines.

“When do you ever leave the desk?” He challenges smoothly and she winces.

“Yes, I suppose, Heim,” she quickly backs down, “damn kid is late anyhow.”

“It’s not even five yet. He’s not late, you’re just impatient.”

Heimdall gets behind the cart as Lorelai backs away with a scowl. You hurry forward to lift the door for him and he thanks you as he rolls through. You follow at his heels, though he keeps his pace slow but steady.

“Don’t let her bother you. It’s just her nature,” he says, “truly, nothing is so complicated here.”

“Yeah, no worries,” you say.

“Just do your work, listen, be helpful where you can,” he says as he leans on the cart, somehow even hunching he seems massive, “and never hesitate to ask questions.”

“Sounds good,” you turn your hands out plaintively.

“Oh, and feel free to use the kettle in my office, the one in the breakroom is dangerous.”

“Er, alright,” you say lightly, “thanks.”

“Right, now, here’s your first lesson, from our pleasant Lorelai, don’t do this,” he turns to cart and points along the spine, “the easiest thing to do I find is to follow the decimal system. You want to arrange these…” he starts moving books and shifting the rows, “so that as you’re putting them back, you’re not going back and forth.”

“Makes sense,” you nod as you watch him.

He steps back and looks at you, “why don’t you finish this and we’ll see how you do?”

“Right,” you step forward, “sure thing.”

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You take your tea latte off the counter and barely save it from being splashed across your coat as you stop short of the body behind you.

“I heard you were working in here now,” Samantha trills as she sweeps her fingers through a bouncy blonde wave, “good idea since you dropped Finn, I guess.”

“Hmm, hi Sam, what’s up?” You blow over the lid and sidle out of the way of another waiting customer.

“Oh, you know, same as usual,” she gives a trite smirk.

“Mhmm,” you’re put off by her tone and abrupt greeting. Her name is called and she takes her latte with a derisive flick of her lashes, “so,” she moves with you as you try to avoid blocking others from the order shelf, “this is what you’ve been doing? Counting books?”

“Well, uh–”

“You really hurt Finn.”

You frown and swallow back confusion, “yeah, we broke up after Christmas. Just wasn’t working–”

“Oh, I heard all about it,” she sneers, “he doesn’t shut up about you.”

“I don’t– did I do something wrong?”

“Well, let’s start with you dating him. You knew I was into him.”

“No, I didn’t,” you tilt your head.

“Come on, you knew,” she whines.

“You never said anything–”

“Don’t act so stupid,” she huffs, “now he won’t stop going on about you. About what you did to him.”

“Well I’m sorry but I can’t do anything about that. I broke up with him. It’s done. If he won’t let go–”

“You cheated on him. That’s disgusting.”

“What…” you wince, “what do you mean?”

“He told me. He said there’s no other reason for you to break up with him. And we both know how much he talks in bed. So who was it?”

You give a look of revulsion and shake your head, “you’re getting one side of the story, alright? We dated for two months, it’s not that dee–”

You step back as she raises her cup but not quick enough as she dumps it over your head. The foam and hot coffee soaks through your hair and waterfalls down your shoulders and chest. You barely keep hold of your own cup as you gape and exclaim at the nip of heat that scalds the nap of your neck.

“What the fuck–”

“You really fucked him up and now I have to pick up the pieces,” she snarls and throws the cup in your face, “I always knew you were trash.”

You hold out your arms as you drip with espresso and the foam melts into your hair and coat. She shoulders past you and marches out on her heeled boots. You turn and a dozen other students stare back, some laughing, some whispering about the scene.

Horrified, you put your drink on the counter full of sweetener and dairy and take a handful of napkins. You leave the cup and rush out as you try futilely to dry yourself off with the three-ply. You’ll just go home and call Heimdall to let him know–

Too late. You hear your name as you try to rush by the end of the desk that overlooks the front lobby. You stop and cringe before you force yourself to run back. You near as you pat your face with the napkins.

“Um, yeah, I was gonna call and say–”

“What happened to you?” He asks.

“Just… ran into someone by accident,” you lie.

“Yeah, looks like quite the accident.”

“I should probably run and get changed,” you say, “I’m sorry.”

“Sure, probably,” he says, “if you don’t feel up to coming back tonight, I won’t dock the hours.”

“No, it’s fine,” you sniff as the embarrassment swells behind your eyes, “I’ll just… go and be back soon. Okay?”

“Take your time,” he gives a pitiful smile, “you know where to find me.”

“Yep,” you nod and quickly spin away, “see ya soon.”

You slip as you cross the lobby, barely keeping afoot as your steps are hampered by the slush left by those entering and the drink leaking down your body. The overwhelming scent of vanilla chokes you and curdles in your stomach. It feels an awful lot like guilt.

🐍

You block Finn’s number, his TikTok, Insta, everything you can think of. Sam too. You just want to forget about it all.

The task is made all the harder as the day of the trip to Nornheim approaches. You have the last of your fee ready, a few meals sacrificed towards it, and you arrive early to meet the bus and Professor Shade. The other students are barely awake as they shuffle towards the door.

“Sir,” you approach the professor as he folds up the collar of his red coat, “here.”

He takes the envelope and doesn’t bother to look inside. “Thank you. Excited?” He tucks away the money inside his jacket and buttons it back up, patting his chest firmly.

“Yeah, pretty excited,” you say as you move to join the line waiting to board the bus.

“And the library, how is that?”

You’re surprised he’s remembered. You haven’t seen or spoke to him much aside from counting out your pennies for the bus ride. “It’s not bad. I mostly deal with library services like the computers and printers and stuff.”

As you get to the doors, you climb up the steps and pass the driver as you watch the bodies shambling into the seats. He trails you, almost too close as he assures the driver that all are present and ready to depart.

“Ah, looks like you’re stuck with me,” he waves to the only remaining row of seats, “do you prefer the window?”

“Either is fine,” you answer.

“Go on,” he directs you and you turn to shimmy into the far seat. He sits beside you at the front, his long legs confined in the tight row, “so, you said you have family in Jotun?”

“I know some people there,” you say evasively as you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You ignore it.

“As do I,” he says as he opens his scarf and lets it hang down his chest as he unbuttons his coat. The engine rumbles on as the driver calls for all to sit down. “At Nornheim, actually. The curator is a friend of mine, he was the one who offered us this privilege. Clever man, I usually run into him at conferences and the like.”

“The curator?” You try not to show your alarm, “wow.”

“Yes, well, I will admit, he did prevail over me in acquiring that position. Maybe friends is a strong word for us,” he gives a light chuckle.

Your phone buzzes several times and you try to ignore it but it’s heard in the lull. He glances down towards the noise and you push your bag against the wall of the bus to pull off your mitts. He rests his elbow on the armrest between you.

“Someone calling?” He wonders.

“No, just those dumb automated reminders, you know?” You are getting way too comfortable with lying.

“Ah, well, as we are on the subject, the museum is hosting a conference in the spring. I’ve yet to announce it so I must caution secrecy, but there will be some papers selected from the class to present there.”

“Oh,” you look at him in surprise, “that’s… big.”

“Yes, it would be a great opportunity,” he nods, “during today’s visit, perhaps we might run into the curator. He would have more details. Right now everything is a bit tenuous.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” you promise.

“I do appreciate the discretion,” he smiles.

Your phone vibes again and you sigh, “sorry, let me just turn this one silent.”

You lift yourself slightly as you dig your hand in your pocket and pull out your phone. He distracts himself as he bends one leg over the other and attempts to get comfortable. Your screen is filled with notifications. You unlock it and pull down the menu to hit the mute button, but another deluge of alerts come in.

You click on the first one and find yourself tagged on an Insta page. At the top, you’re declared as a slut and nothing else. Your chest sinks as your photo is top and center below the nasty title. You should just block and close but the dread-filled curiosity urges you on.

You drag your thumb down and reveal several photos. Several stupid moments you wish you could take back in the moment. Images of you in your panties, some topless, others not, dumb decisions made at the behest of a pleading man child. Finn said he deleted them. He promised.

“Everything alright?” Shade asks and you quickly hide your phone.

“Yeah, yeah, missed a call from my mom but it’s fine,” you keep your screen tilted away as you hit the report button. Hopefully, it’s taken down before it gets any more traction.

“You look… upset. Is she okay?”

“Who?”

“Your mother?” He prompts.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just–” you put your phone in your purse, “I just want to enjoy the museum. I’m really excited.”

He smiles and his arm shifts on the rest, for a moment, you think he might touch your hand but he draws away, “I rarely see such enthusiasm in my pupils. I hope you do find it an enriching experience.”

“Yeah, thanks, I’m sure it will be,” you say as you look out the window, “it really is awesome we get to go.”

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As you arrive at the museum, you free yourself from the professor and keep to the edge of the group. He directs the lot of sleepy sophomores up the vaunted steps of the Nornheim and speaks briefly with the front desk before proceeding. You follow and try to ignore the odd glance of judgment sent in your direction. Phones are to be kept muted but not prohibited completely.

You’re led on a basic tour of the main wing and you find yourself slipping into reverie at your last visit, desperately trying to ignore the spattering heat as Loki’s ghost lingers there. The familiarity reminds you of what you did, of his office, of his goading words...

At the end of the curated part, you are led to a new wing where the Norse exhibit is set up. There, the silver-haired man awaits you. You hide in the back as Loki welcomes you to the Halls of the Nine Realms.

“Thank you all for coming,” Loki’s timbre sinks into you and you squirming. You close your eyes and try not to think. Just listen. “As a favour to your professor, I’ve allowed you a special preview of this exhibit. Your tour will be unguided but you can find staff as defined by their lanyards. They will be more than happy to assist.

“Without further ado, welcome. And I hope you enjoy this as it has been an especially dear labour to my heart.”

With his final words, the students slowly disperse, aimless at first as the hall dims and spectral lights cast across the walls. You make an effort to keep yourself close to another pair, to try to lose yourself in the crowd. With any luck, he’ll never know you were there.

You stop at the family tree of the legendary gods and keep your chin down. Before you can move on, you’re trapped by the voices that come not too far away.

“Victor,” Loki greets, “you’ve brought quite the rabble.”

“Laufeyson,” Shade replies, “you’ve outdone yourself.”

“Don’t give me all the credit, your help was much appreciated,” the response comes lithely, the men parrying in a sort of verbal fencing.

You sidles along, careful not to cause too much disturbance as you find a display of the World’s Tree to skirt around. Their voices fade as you drift into the background. You shouldn’t have come. The cost alone should’ve been enough to deter you. This is a mistake, you feel it in your core. If you have to face Loki…

“Oh, pardon,” the voice startles you as much as the wall you collide with. Not a wall at all, but another person. Professor Shade gently touches your shoulder as he takes a step back, “I should look where I’m going.”

“No, no, I should,” you say, “sorry, I–”

“It’s easy to get carried away in here,” he coaxes, “don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it’s so… elaborate,” you peer around, “I’m really happy I could come.”

“Me too,” he smiles and quickly turns to look at the placard on the side of the World’s Tree, “what I mean is…I think it is a worthy experience for all my students.”

“Oh sure, in Carfrae, we don’t have a museum anymore.”

“Carfrae,” he toys with the word, “ah, my hometown.”

“You’re from Carfrae?” You utter in disbelief, his accent would hardly betray his origin.

“Oh yes, not many who would guess but I do carry that chip on my shoulder,” he pushes back his jacket as he tucks his hands in his pockets, “let me say, you cannot let that place hold you back.”

“I try not to.”

“You haven’t. You’re here. You’re a smart girl,” he bows his head, “you’ll go far.”

“Thanks, uh, we’ll see,” you see Loki’s shoulders as he hovers along a cluster of students, watching as they gather around a display.

“Don’t let me distract you, sorry,” he steps away, “I too prefer to take things in on my own.”

“It’s not that–”

“Truly, it isn’t an issue, I would rather you get what you can of it, however you must,” he slips his hands from his pocket and pivots on his heel, “I am meant to be overseeing this lot as it is.”

He strides off, greeting Gavin brightly and you tiptoe further around the tree. You slouch and edge along the far wall, digging in your purse for your phone. You check the time. There’s at least an hour left. You can’t help but note the endless notifications stacking up beneath the bold digits.

You open your phone and check the page again. Still there. Sixty comments on the most recent post, more and more as you swipe lower. Your chest fills with terror. What do you do? What can you do?

You fumble and quickly dial Finn’s number. You wait for an answer but none comes. You’ve been blocked as well. You try Sam and the same. You swear and rip your phone away from your ear as you flip back to Insta.

“Excuse me, but I must ask that you make any calls–” Loki’s voice startles you and you spin to face him as your cell slides out of your hand. You try to catch it but only send it to his feet. He looks down then back at you, “darling.”

“Shit,” you hiss and bend to snatch your phone but he’s first to get to it. He holds it out of your grasp as he straightens and steps closer.

“Why didn’t you say hello?”

You swallow, “I… I broke up with Finn.”

“As I expected. My own son, I must admit, never deserved you.”

“Please. Don’t,” you plead, “I feel rotten enough.”

“Why? Because we had some fun? Because I treated you as you should be?”

“Can I just have my phone back?”

“Darling, what’ve I done? Did you not get my gift?”

“Oh… the flowers? Yeah, they’re nice but–”

“Is it someone else? I wouldn’t hold that against you, darling, you’re young and I hope I’ve shown you how much more you deserve–”

“Please, just–”

“It is rather improper to have one’s phone out in the museum,” he intones as he looks at your cell, “rather insulting to–” He pauses and blinks at your screen. You grab for the phone and try to cover it. He angles it away from you as his thumb scrolls, “ah, yes, my son. He does always make me proud.”

“He’s just upset. That’s it. But he doesn’t know about us, I promise.”

“Us?” He relents and holds out your cell. You take it.

“About what happened. Not us. There is no us.”

“There isn’t?” He asks flatly.

“I don’t… know?”

“I think about it every day. Don’t you?” He lowers his voice.

“You’re married.”

“And?”

“I dated your son. Your son who hates me.”

“And?”

“And?” You echo in exasperation. “We can’t do this.”

“Tell me, darling, it will not bother me if there is another. Does he treat you well?”

“There isn’t anyone else, okay? This is too much already. It’s messy and we never should have– ever–” You struggle to keep from hyperventilating, “you can’t just–”

“Do you not look fondly back at how I made you purr, darling? Of the feel of my lips? On yours? Elsewhere? Of how you fit me perfectly–”

“Please.”

“Please. I am consumed by you, darling, I must confess it. And I remain as chaste in my marriage as before. My wife will not have me and I would only have you.”

“No, it’s wrong.”

“You are young, mistakes are the gift of youth,” he slithers and you flinch as he reaches to your collar, he tugs down your sweater and traces the scar left by the knife, “stay. I can drive you back to campus in the morning. You can help close up again. Just you and I.”

“I can’t,” you draw back and look around. You see Professor Shade as he chats with Anna and he notices your gaze over her head. He gives a small wave before you turn back to Loki, “I have classes.”

“How do you like Professor Shade? Helpful?”

“I guess–”

“Handsome?”

“What?”

“He does have a certain allure, doesn’t he?”

“No, Loki, please–”

“Let us not pretend, you have very particular tastes, don’t you, darling?”

“You–”

“Stay,” he insists, “I’ll have you back for classes. We’ll get a suite and catch up.”

“Loki…”

“Do you really want to go back there? With all that has transpired? The chaos my son has sewn for you.”

“But–”

“Tell him you have family here. That you are staying to take in the sights and visit.”

“What?”

“The professor that does dote on you,” he intones, “I cannot blame him and I do not. Let him down easy.”

You rub your cheek and sigh. He’s not wrong, you don’t want to go back. Not yet. You’re not ready to face all the shit coming your way. And that twinge deep inside you won’t let you go.

You have to be honest, at least with yourself. You came knowing he would be there, that you would more than likely run into him. You came because of him, no matter how much you deny it.

“You’re wrong about him,” you say, “not everyone is you.”

“No they are not,” he agrees with a smirk.

“I’ll skip the bus,” you resign, “but not my classes.”

“Good girl, as always,” he winks and steps away, “I can suffer a few more hours for you.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #all in the family #silverfox #heimdall #vision #victor shade #mcu #marvel #avengers #thor #au

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tyrin1350 · 1 year

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Credits to @kaiju-dayo

“Look boys they call themselves a family”

On this Tyrin’s Earth he belongs to a Trio “ The West Cousins ” who are in constant conflict with the Shazam family.

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mister-faltine · 1 year

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Umar visiting her Daughter // Dormammu visiting his Son:

Strange (2022) #4.

Writer - Jed MacKay.

Artist - Marcelo Ferreira.

Strange Academy: Finals (2022) #4.

Writer - Skottie Young.

Artist - Humberto Ramos.

P.S: I find it funny that the two Faltine Siblings are visiting their respective children in the fourth chapter of each story.

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p-perkeys · 1 year

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On Madripoor:

Akihiro: “Take my hand. You need me.”

Laura: “No. I do not need you.”

Looking for Wolverine:

Laura: “you’re the only sort of family I have left. I’m here if you need me.”

On Rosevelt Island:

Laura: “Daken? You came to help?”

Akihiro: “I did. But I’m not here for the island.”

I will physically fight anyone who says Laura and Akihiro’s developments together is not the most wholesome thing Marvel has ever written and I am personally offended there is not way more content written showing the depths of their connection and care for each other.

#marvel #laura kinney #daken akihiro #wolverine #snikt family #daken #fang #marvel comics #family bonding #collision #dark wolverine #all new wolverine #fan art #sketch #sniktlings

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zaritarazi · 9 months

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i miss behrad so bad actually

AND I DO TOO! I MISS BEHRAD SO BAD! You have actually activated my trap card which is "organic reason to talk about behrad in constantine" which is branching off of this post i made about zari

so the thing about me is, i love behrad and i think he and zari should've fought more. i think we were denied crucial aspects of their characters because they made up so quickly and indefinitely. i think two characters who love each other and sacrifice for each other but also have a really hard time getting along is infinitely more interesting and dynamic than them just kind of hanging out.

so as i've discussed, the tarazis, minor characters in nbc's constantine season 3 he's allowed to be bi in this one, are there to represent the dark marvel fam, to help john against felix faust, he's alive again part 6/?, and to, sometimes, be antagonists. i think that's sexy of them! i won't apologize! it doesn't mean they're the bad guys, antagonizing john constantine is always morally correct

behrad is someone in this universe who appears as more honest and genuine than zari, and maybe sometimes he is! but john also immediately misreads this vibe based on his own patent-pending Constantine Bias and is like oh well obviously zari keeps him under her thumb and he doesn't really want to be involved in this he's just like me in a lot of ways, actually, if i were cool. and handsome. and likable. and tall

but then, twist, behrad is just as cunning as john himself or as zari is! he's fully capable of making his own decisions! once again john was like "this person needs saving" and the person is like, that is my purse, i do not know you!

now that being said, i think behrad is the "nicer" one. i've described minor character in constantine zari tarazi to people as someone who loves humanity but is tired of being around people and who understands the explotative nature of humanity and is very resentful of it. behrad loves humanity without the caveat, and he also, i think, does actually really worry for zari because like sure. teth-adam loves her.

but he is also, fundamentally, not behrad's family. and he doesn't appreciate teth-adam assuming he is, or that he's part of a larger picture. his powers are his. his magic is his. and no one, not john, not teth-adam, not zari, can tell him what's right or wrong. he's behrad, first and foremost. then he's zari's brother. then he's behrad again, but this time with a cool all-black outfit

he doesn't have zari's knack for bargaining for rare items but he does give off extreme "my big sister is zari tarazi i can decide who lives and who dies" vibes sometimes. and we stan

#behrad tarazi #legends of tomorrow #lot headcanon #constantine headcanon #dark marvel family #zari tarazi #john constantine #teth-adam #constantine verse au

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ksascriptt · 6 months

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Master list to be made, this is so people can send in requests and stuff :) and feel free to send in characters that aren’t on here, if I can’t write them I will definitely let you know! But this makes me very happy because I am starting to take my writing seriously (kinda) for the record tho, it might just be a bunch of jumbled up thoughts on these characters.

MDNI w this blog, this is for adults ^^ just for everyone’s safety lol

What I write - romance, fluff, angst, smut, friends, love tropes, drama, etc.

Who I write it for (or rather, fandoms)

TOP GUN + TGM

Bradley Bradshaw ‘Rooster’

Nick Bradshaw ‘Goose’

Beau Simpson ‘Cyclone’

Natasha Trace ‘Phoenix’

Robert Floyd ‘Bob’

Mickey Garcia ‘Fanboy’

Jake Seresin ‘Hangman’

Ron Kerner ‘Slider’

Tom Kazansky ‘Iceman’

Pete Mitchell ‘Maverick’

THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Abraham Ford

Maggie Greene-Rhee

Glenn Rhee

Rosita Espinosa

Paul Monroe-Rovia ‘Jesus’

Tara Chambler

Aaron

Siddiq

Carl Grimes

Enid

THE NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE

Not pictured as real people, just characters and nothing that passes their boundaries that I can help.

Carson Soucy - Seattle Kraken #28

Matty Beniers - Seattle Kraken #10

Jordan Eberle - Seattle Kraken #7

Jamie Oleksiak - Seattle Kraken #24

Yanni Gourde - Seattle Kraken #37

Philipp Grubauer - Seattle Kraken #31

Brandon Tanev - Seattle Kraken #13

John Hayden - Seattle Kraken #15

Jared McCann - Seattle Kraken #19

Oliver Bjorkstrand - Seattle Kraken #22

Mitch Marner - Toronto Maple Leafs #16

Jack Hughes - New Jersey Devis #86

Haydn Fleury - Tampa Bay Lighting #7

MARVEL

Tony Stark ‘Ironman’

Natasha Romanoff ‘Black Widow’

Thor Odinson

Any Peter Parker ‘Spider-Man’

Stephen Strange ‘Doctor Strange’

Clint Barton ‘Hawkeye’

Pietro Maximoff ‘Quicksilver’

T’Challa ‘Black Panther’

Logan Howlett ‘Wolverine’

Doug Ross

Mark Greene

Luka Kovač

John Carter

Carole Hathaway

John Taglieri

VARIOUS

Alex Turner

Phil Dunphy

Henry Emily

Robert Phillip

Prince Edward

Bruce Wayne (Christian B.)

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Aiden Clark

Mike Banner

Andy Barber

Jacob Barber

Derek Shepherd

#top gun #top gun maverick #the walking dead #twdu #nhl #seattle kraken #marvel #mcu #ER #Arctic monkeys #modern family #enchanted #school bus graveyard #the last of us #defending jacob #the dark knight #fnaf

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 2 years

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Hunting Roses - Chapter 1

AN: This is a yandere Helmut Zemo fic which means it will have dark elements as the story progresses. I do not condone relationships like this in real life. This fic takes place after Avengers: Age of Ultron and there are descriptions of canon typical violence. I'm not sure where this fic is going to go but I hope you enjoy the ride!

Helmut Zemo was not an ignorant man nor was he a greedy one. From a young age, he knew that he had been born into wealth and as he grew older, he began to experience the obligations and expectations of being born into wealth.

In time, once he had completed his work in the Sokovian armed forces and as an EXO commander, one of these expectations was becoming Heike’s husband. That led to his pride and joy, Carl Zemo being born. Helmut and Heike both adored their son but as time grew, they realised that they had become different people.

While Helmut still cared about Heike a great deal, he knew that his feelings for her weren’t what they once were. They agreed to stay together for Carl and to stop society’s tongues wagging.

Hearing whispers of an approaching battle and fearing for his family’s safety, Helmut moved them all to the country thinking that they’d be safe from harm. A blast from one of the robotic sentries sent Helmut flying into one of the cottage’s walls and when he awoke, he found that the cottage had been reduced to nothing more than rubble around him.

Injured and weak, he staggered around the ruins of the cottage searching for any indication that his family had survived. After two days of searching, he felt his strength leave him and he collapsed next to what was once the doorway.

A day later, Helmut awoke to see a face peering down at him. His strength returned the instant that he learnt that his family had been rescued by SHIELD and taken to America. Wasting no time, Helmut contacted Oeznik and they flew out of Sokovia that day.

For the first time in days (and under the watchful eye of Oeznik), Helmut ate and rested. Once he felt he had sufficiently recovered, Helmut pushed himself to find out Sokovia’s fate. He learnt that the battle had been started by an AI that Tony Stark had created, named Ultron.

Helmut tempered his rage as he continued to study the battle, promising himself that Tony would pay for what he’d done. Helmut watched the battle play out in the city, sneering at the Avengers’ efforts to save the people.

His curiosity peaked when an Avenger crouched before launching herself into the air and grabbing onto one of the sentry’s legs as it flew. The sentry tried to throw off its unwanted passenger but it was only successful in doing so after it had been badly damaged in mid-air. It crashed to the ground and the Avenger repeated the process three times before disappearing.

“How strange.” Helmut thought lacing his fingers together as Oeznik walked over to him with a tray of food.

Helmut rewound and paused the video just before the unknown Avenger disappeared, “Who is this Avenger Oeznik?”

Oeznik set the tray of food down gently, “This Avenger is known as Phantasm. Reports state that there is more to her than meets the eye. She also has a tendency to appear when needed.”

Helmut listened patiently knowing Oeznik wasn’t finished, “Many of the public only know her by her code name however if one is determined to dig deep enough, they would find that Phantasm’s real name is (Name) (Surname). She appears to be close friends with Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton and if the rumours are to be believed, she was the one who saved your family.”

Helmut nodded and Oeznik returned to the cockpit.

It was too easy to land unnoticed in America. Helmut’s diplomatic immunity ensured that and it was even easier to track down his family. Helmut didn’t miss the unfamiliar distrustful look in Heike’s eyes as he inquired about SHIELD and Phantasm. Sensing that any further questioning would cause Heike’s sudden distrust in him to grow, Helmut bid his family goodbye and as Helmut walked to the door with Heike and his father, Heike handed him a thick, yellow envelope.

“We can start again Helmut and choose who we want to be.” She said.

Helmut met his father’s stern gaze and watched as his father nodded once.

Pivoting on his heel, Helmut left the house and climbed into the car that Oeznik had brought him in. His rage grew but then it gave way to his cunning as his brain reminded him that he was in the same place that the Avengers were in and he could have his revenge on Tony Stark.

Helmut shifted in his seat. If he moved against Tony now, he ran the risk of you getting caught up in his plan. Unless he broke apart the Avengers from the inside and ensured that you were protected as the Avengers imploded.

And with what they had done over the past few years, it would be too easy to sway the public into viewing the Avengers as threats.

“Old friend,” Oeznik’s familiar voice pulled Helmut from his planning, “There are reports of Wanda Maximoff damaging a building with her powers and killing several humanitarian officials from the state of Wakanda.”

Helmut crossed his ankles and leant forward as his mind whirred. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it contemplatively, “Oeznik, I need you to arrange a car for me. There’s someone I need to track down after Thaddeus Ross has repaid the debt he owes me.”

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