Just a random thought but AU where Asami is present during Skybound and everything starts the same but instead of Flintlocke being the one to start the mutiny in "The Last Resort" , Asami is , because Nya will never be nor manage to replace her mother

(also referring to your last skybound post) after that happens they might go the "Mummy" way (depends how much you headcanon he loves his daugter)

That actually sounds very interesting and I have a dialogue for the scene but just to say Asami is always preset in all of my Skybound Au. And just a quick note Nadakhan loves his daughter but in his own way.

Asami: Have you lost your mind, father?!?

Nadakhan: What in the bloody hell you are talking, Morgiana? (Morgiana is Asami’s real name that Delara and Nadakhan gave to her. Asami is the name she gets from her adoptive grandma who raised her.)

Adami: Do you really think that’s what mom would have wanted?!? To replace her with some girl that looks like her?!? Like as if she is some kind of doll to you? Like a toy, you can replace?!

Nadakhan: Don’t question my authorities, you foolish girl! I’m your father and you do what I say!

Asami pulls out a sword: Then this is minutely cause I won’t stand here and do nothing qgints your titania! Nya will never be or manage to replace my mother!

Asami tries to fight Nadakhan but he is stronger and grabs her by the neck; You moron! Have you learn nothing!? I’m the captain here! I’m your father so you will do what I say or you will regret!

Asami spits in Nadakhan’s face; Never, you monster!

Nadakhan slams Asami againts a wall and in his mind he says: Well the curse on the necklace is getting weaker. I need to do something about it or she will ruin everything I have been working on.

Nadakhan: Flintlocke! Lock her in her room and don’t let her out till I say so!

Flintlocke: Yes captain!

(There Nadakhan uses some of his magic on the necklace Asami is wearing so she can be under his control. He loves cursing things. The curse is so Asami will be obedient to him and only him and follow his orders without question. He will go the “Mummy plan” aka he will do the rutial so Delara will be again with them.)

Also I like the idea of this Au! It’s amazing! If you want more of this just tell me. I was thinking of even animating this scene but I will be traveling so I wouldn't be able to animate it now. But if you wanna see the ritual just reblog this with #djinnrutial

i know we always talk about billy easily submitting to his dad but imagine this:

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neil is charismatic, that must be where billy gets it, because he has the whole town fooled. nobody sees the demonic beast hiding under human flesh.

neil knows all the neighbors by name. he treats the custodian as he treats his boss. he offers help to old ladies with groceries and helps them cross the street.

people wonder why billy seems to glare at his father and disobey him so often; for how good a man neil is, it’s astonishing how resentful billy is of him.

billy will snark back in public, blatantly roll his eyes, flip him the bird when he’s not looking (and leave it up long enough for him to see when he turns).

the party thinks he’s an asshole who hates everyone. steve can’t believe the amount of disrespect he gives his dad. nancy and jonathan are floored at the vulgar words he speaks about him with, how he talks about him to his face.

max is more sympathetic than ever. how neil is so well known and widely liked by the people of hawkins and how nobody would ever even begin to believe a word of the truth billy could tell.

it’s almost like there’s nothing to be done. because as awful as neil is, there’s some days when billy won’t shut his mouth. and it gets him into trouble.

he’s spiteful and vindictive and vulgar when they shout at each other, but once billy is shoved against the wall, it’s a 50/50 chance he’s gonna fight back.

some days he can’t be bothered. is sick and tired of his own life, he lets the one ‘warning’ hit be enough.

other days he shoves back. he always gets shoved harder after. he’ll rile neil up to the point of maximum damage, but it’s so easy to get him angry it’s almost funny.

billy wishes, every time he gets hit, that some random townsperson would just walk into their living room. or kitchen. or billy’s bedroom. or, on one occasion, their back yard.

nobody sees billy hargrove: victim of abuse. they see billy hargrove: hates the nicest man in town. it’s ridiculous and billy can’t stand it.

he’s almost 18 now. he’s sick of hawkins and ready to leave and go anywhere but where his dad is.

but he wants one last joyride on the anger express. maybe ruin a reputation in the process.

so he acts out one day, while they’re walking down the sidewalk from a store max and susan had wanted to look at before grocery shopping.

billy knows how to get under neil’s skin. it’s one of the things he prides himself in knowing well.

he makes an off handed comment about how shitty it is that he’s being dragged into family outings. “we aren’t even a family,” he’ll say.

neil will give him a look. one that says he’s gonna get it when they’re home. where nobody can see who neil really is.

then billy brings up his mother, how she was so much better than neil could ever be. “she made the right decision to leave you,” he snickers as he watches neil’s fists clench.

a myriad of comments follow. ones about how neil is gonna lose another wife. ones about how he still can’t get billy into place. ones about how awful it must be to enjoy hating children.

there’s one more thing that he’s depending on to be the final fuse to make neil explode, right in broad daylight. bringing in the one thing neil hates most in life: “it’s too bad you’ve got a faggot for a son, huh?” billy says, just loud enough to be almost heard by the old lady walking a few steps in front of them.

when neil’s mustache curls into a pained grimace, billy knows he’s won. knows that he’s got the upper hand of the situation, even if he’s gonna get hit for it.

knows, right when the name “william,” comes out, threatening as ever, that he has won.

so he adds fuel to the fire. “do you think red or pink lipstick would look better with my complexion?” just to see the extra line that forms above neil’s eyebrows.

neil stops walking. turns to look at billy. they’re still in the middle of the sidewalk, max and susan a few feet away, stopped as well. max looks like she wants the floor to swallow her whole.

“well, you know, when i become a drag queen, i’ll have to look good, right?” billy asks his father, and it’s like he’s lost control over his own mouth. “so what’ll it be, dad? pink or red?”

and maybe the alarm bells and flashing red lights in billy’s head should have stopped him from talking. maybe he should have let this grocery trip be about getting weekly groceries.

but something about how he could see his fathers breathing speed up and his face turn so pink it’s almost purple, it’s fun.

with the added addition of seeing some of max’s little friends leaving the theatre at that moment.

right when the boys notice max, neil lunges for billy.

the old lady that had been steps in front of them has turned to see what the thud behind her was, only to see neil holding billy by his collar and his neck, shoved against a brick wall, billy’s toes barely touching the floor.

for being in such a compromising position, billy shouldn’t look as smug as he does when the old lady drops her purse with a gasp or when he sees max’s friends’ faces contort with fear. or when he sees harrington exit the movie theatre as well.

it happens quickly, the fight. billy thinks his brain went black and acted on instinct, he doesn’t remember a thing.

but the bystanders see it all. how close neil leans in to sneer something in billy’s face. how billy laughs, then lifts a knee to hit neil where it hurts.

how he stumbles enough for billy to get on his own two feet.

there’s a quick moment where neither moves, then neil rams into billy, but billy keeps his balance well, planted feet and all, and shoved neil back.

within the next minute, they’re both on the floor and alternating who’s got the upper hand. they’re decently matched as opponents, but neil has the upper hand. he’s taken billy down so many times he knows just how to bring him down physically, like how billy can destroy neil with words.

max and susan are backed up another few yards, susan holding max behind her, but not saying a thing. both are too shocked. this has never happened in public.

the party are watching from across the road, and steve feels like he should do something, because neil just slammed billys head into the cement. and he can’t really tell from how far they are, but billy’s nose is sure to be broken.

“call hopper,” steve instructs the party as he moves to walk across the street.

dustin grabs his arm before he can move far. “billy beat you once before, and now there’s like two of him, steve!”

steve walks over anyway. billy had been straddling neil prior, pushing a finger into his shoulder, before being slammed back to the ground.

there’s many different slurs being spewed from neil’s mouth, many of which change steve’s perception of billy entirely, but that’s not important now.

steve gets to where susan and max are when neil gets a grip on billy’s dangly dagger earring and pulls until it rips out of billy’s ear.

susan is staring, horrified at the scene, and max has shoved her face into the pink cardigan her mother wore, peeking out every moment or so.

when she spots steve, she doesn’t feel relived like she hoped she might, she just feels worse. more people don’t need to be involved.

“max, the party’s over there if you wanna...” steve suggests, motioning over his shoulder where the boys are crowded around a pay phone.

max pulls susan along with her across the road, glancing back at steve, who doesn’t seem to know what to do either.

what is he supposed to do? it’s not like dustin was wrong, steve’s never won a fight on his own.

luckily, right as he sees neil stand up and literally stomp as hard as he could on billy’s elbow, backwards, he hears a siren.

sees hopper’s cruiser pull around the corner and feels like a weight is both equally being lifted off his chest and being pushed down heavier.

neil is standing above billy, a few scrapes and forming bruises, ruffled clothes and a tear in the polo he was wearing, but nothing more damaged than his ego.

billy, on the other hand, is laying face down on the concrete, elbow bending in a way that is not natural and half his face covered in blood from both his nose and his ear.

neil looks only mildly frightened by hoppers appearance, and something about it rests uneasy with steve.

steve feels like he’s having an out of body experience as things happen. like he’s only there to observe, which he kinda is, but it’s hazy.

susan comes back, along with the boys following a shaken up max.

another cop, steve thinks it’s callahan, tries to wake billy up, because at some point neil had rendered him unconscious.

neil looks calm while this happens. he has an almost proud air about him as he watches a man try to wake up his son that he’d beaten so bad, he’d passed out.

it makes steve sick.

it also makes steve wonder if this were a semi common occurrence.

billy is driven to the hospital, mostly because his nose is crooked, his ear is still bleeding, and his elbow is most definitely facing the wrong direction, but they also think he may have cracked a rib or two.

neil is driven off in a cop car, callahan’s, while hopper stays to take stories.

it’s news to steve when susan and max share that this has happened multiple times, just never to such a detrimental state.

max recalls the first time that she’d met billy, he’d been wearing a cast on his arm and refused to tell her how he broke it.

steve sees billy in his head. sees the bruises on billy’s back when they’d play shirts and skins and how he’d chalked it up to a childish fight or a fun night with a girl.

sees how billy would favor his left leg for two weeks during basketball, and only wear sweats, but steve had noticed bruising around his right ankle when he’d change his shoes.

sees how billy seems to have insanely good intuition to when people are behind him or when he’s in a crowded place, always on the lookout.

sees, not justification, but a reason behind the way billy acts.

steve can’t imagine, even if his dad was like neil hargrove, having enough nerve to hit him back. even speak rudely towards him.

he recalls all the times he’d seen billy talk shit about his dad or snark at him in public. now he sees them as acts of bravery and defiance from an abuser rather than impolite and hateful towards a parent.

billy’s been fighting this whole time. and he’s been on the right side of the fight.

Angel On Fire

Sinopsis/Chapter 1/Chapter ?

Demon!BTS (Only Taehyung for now) X AngelTurnedToDemon!reader

When you fell in love with him you had never thought you would get caught and pay for it. But here you are now, body fuming with hate and ready to sow the pain with every step you take.

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Warnings: For now only some graphic details, if i continue this this will probably have smut and angst, polygamy and mention of blood... i think

Author's Note: As my first official fic here i wanted to do something that could easily continue as a series, i would appreciate it a lot if you guys could give me some feedback and tell me what you think about me doing a serie, so now i hope you'll enjoy it and like the idea!! 💖 (Also a Seraphim is like the figure of authority in the angel world, the angel below God)

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"How could you, y/n? We trusted you! HE trusted you!"

The Seraphim was standing right in front of you, powerful; radiating such a strong aura and light, all fed by his anger, that you were almost blinded by it. His voice was powerful. Everybody was quiet, not daring to say a word to contradict or interrupt him; they were all too scared of the consequences.

"You were one of our bests! You swore loyalty to us and to this kingdom, and you betrayed us!", he continued, "This is unacceptable!"

Rare were the times that an angel disobeyed the laws of the Land of God. No one dared to do it, yet the prices of committing such a sin was exile. Exile to Hell.

"I cannot let you stay here. You know the rules...", he finally said.

"Please, please, Great Seraphim... Don't let me fall! Don't be the one pushing me!", you pleaded between tears, "Don't be the one having my torment and my misery on your conscience, please!"

"You have nothing left to say up here. Like I said, you betrayed us. You. Who never failed us. Who excelled in her category. All for a demon boy", he spat, "And look what it cost you; your own wings. You stopped having them the moment you let him enter your soul"

You were completely aware of why you were here, being judged. You let yourself fall in the arms of a demon. That being the worst thing an angel could do. You gave yourself to him, letting him eat you alive. Letting him absorb all you light and all your power. You were nothing anymore in the Land of God. Your place was the Netherworld now. But even tho you knew it and knew that you had to pay for your sins, you weren't ready to leave all of this behind. This land of light, of love, of respect and beauty, for the land of the miserable, the outcast and the killers...

"I can't beg any more, Great Seraphim... I beg you please to let me stay here... I won't make it in the Netherworld and you know it! All of you know it!", you turned to a judging audience. They were all looking at you with despise; you could feel it.

"Please...", you continued, "I can't do this... It was all a mistake and I am aware of it! Please don't make me lose my home, all of you are the only thing I have!"

"I am sorry, y/n... You know you have to be punished... And I have no choice but letting you fall... You have to pay."

And with these last words, you started falling. Falling for what it seemed to be hours. You knew the Seraphim made it like so on purpose, so you could think about your mistakes over and over again until the big landing.

You regretted everything. Every word, every touch, every eye contact you could have with this demon. You were so blinded by love you didn't even think about how much it would have costed you if you had been caught. And now, thinking about it, none of that was worth the emptiness and the pain you were feeling.

Images of you and the demon boy running through your head over and over again; never ending. You started to feel what your superiors called "madness". You wanted to scream, to laugh, to cry, all at the same time, and perhaps that's what you did.

Until you finally woke up on a flat and what you thought was a hot surface. It was insanely hot. So hot it was painful, like something had torn you apart. When you tried to sit down, you realized. It wasn't a hot surface. You touched your back carefully, and you felt how your two beautiful wings had been replaced by two enormous and deep cuts that were taking almost your whole back. You didn't say a word, you didn't even scream. The pain of losing your home was worse than any physical pain. You didn't know how long you stayed that way, embracing your knees and crying in silence, but the distant screams made you come back to reason. You knew where you were, there was no place for cries. This was Hell. A land were everything and everyone could eat you alive if you made the mistake of showing any sign of weakness. So even though your pain was almost unbearable, you decided to take the small amount of energy you had left in your body and got up.

"So, here's the fallen angel then...", a raspy voice came to you through the darkness. You turned around, looking at every corner of the dark room you were in.

"Who's there?!", you asked. In a second, what seemed to be a boy made his way to you. No, he wasn't a boy, he was way more than that. You could barely see his face, but what you could see perfectly were his eyes, his flames red eyes. Piercing right through your soul.

"You will know about me soon enough. Now, if you make me the honor of following me, I have a place to take you to", he extended his hand. You knew it wouldn't be smart of you to resist, you knew perfectly were he would be taking you. Your arrival had to be noticed. And with that, you took his hand and he walked you out of the room.

The boy didn't say a word during the whole walk through the dark halls of what you assumed was a sort of castle. The only thing you could see of him was his jet black hair and feel the coldness of his hand.

A few instances later, you arrived to a gigantic double door. "So that's what the door looks like...", you thought to yourself. You had read about this door in your books so many times, yet, you couldn't stop but feel this anxiety running through your body when you first saw it. You wanted to run away, but you knew it wouldn't do any good for you.

"He's waiting for you...", the boy said in his raspy voice before opening the door for you. You felt a hot breath coming out of it, like it was embracing your body and pulling you into the room. When you entered, you only saw a fireplace and a few red seats; the rest of the room was dark.

"Here you are my dear...", this was the coldest yet the most powerful voice you've ever heard. Not even the Great Seraphim had the same tone, the same... Aura. Just by the sound of it you could feel all the hair stand straight up on your body.

"H-here I am...", you said, eyes locked on the man that was getting up from his seat. That man. The one you had feared the most. The one you read about so much. The Devil in person. Right in front you, powerful, imposing. You'd never thought about a precise image of him, if he was a soul, an actual body or, like humans thought, a humanoid goat; but him appearing like this surprised you. He was wearing an entire black suit, his hair perfectly combed back. Like his all being was too perfect to be real.

"I am glad you finally made it, my lady. We were dying to meet you", he said showing his best smile, "So, I suppose you are eager to see your dear lover again... Right?"

"I am...", you answered, your voice full of hate. And just when you opened your mouth you realized how much air you where holding in.

"Good, good... Bring the boy in", he growled. All of the sudden, the same door you entered by opened again, showing you clearly a way too familiar figure. You never knew you could feel so much hate; where you are from, hate is not a common feeling, you'd rather avoid it. But now, your whole body was burning by it.

"Taehyung", you murmured to the boy, now in front of you. He was directly looking at you; his dark red eyes you knew and once loved so much. But you couldn't describe his expression. He was only smiling.

"My dear boy, would you mind explaining my beautiful guest why she is here on this day?", the Devil politely asked him, giving him a strong shoulder grip. "Of course, Master", Taehyung smiled, "You'll see my dear... I'd never thought I would see you here..." "But that means everything worked according to the plan..."

"What plan?", you interrupted, feeling again your body being flooded by anxiety and fear. Taehyung paused and chuckled. "You really thought I could love you?", you felt the rest of the little heart that was still in you explode. You felt broken. Pain. More pain. You hated him for making you love him and lose you wings, and now the hate was growing and growing, like it could stop. But you didn't do anything. It was like you couldn't move. You couldn't speak either.

"You really thought I would love an angel?", he laughed, "No, dear. I had to make you come down here. And you fell for me. You are one of us now."

Tears of pain and anger started falling from your pale blue eyes that were now slowly turning red. You felt your whole body combust and started to feel a whole new type of power entering it.

"You are condemned to live here with us forever", he said while caressing your cheek, "You can cry and hate me all you want, you are trapped here now. That's what happens when you fall in love with a demon..." And with that he left with a laugh, followed by his Master. You were now alone in the room, crying and screaming like something had possessed you. It wasn't a feeling you were used to, but the only thing you know was that it felt right. So right. You were filled with hate. You wanted to make him suffer, just the way he made you suffer. Everything was turning dark around you, and even though a few days earlier you would have felt so opressed by the simple idea of being trapped between these dark sheets, you were now feeling fed by them. You felt right. Almost like you belong there. The little part of kindness, empathy and light that were still in you were now long gone; so you dried out your tears, feeling no more than the thirst for revenge, the thirst for power. If your punishment for loving a demon was being condemned to live by his side for eternity, this was going to be his worse eternity.

MASTERLIST

Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 8

Both you and Jiyong are desperate to save Hanbin, but you both react in different ways.

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Okay, so here, the war against EXO intensifies. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot.

Sorry I got a little delayed with this update :((, but I haven’t been feeling too well the past few days :((

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. Mentions of torture in this one.

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Jiyong froze against you, unable to believe what he just heard. He just stared at Youngbae. Voice hard, he said, 

“What did you just say Youngbae?” 

Youngbae gulped. He looked at your shocked face, knowing how much you cared about Hanbin.

 “Jiyong, let’s discuss this outside? Why don’t you come outside-”

 Jiyong cut him off, voice growing harsher by the second.

 “Youngbae, tell me what happened right this instant.”

 Youngbae knew not to disobey Jiyong when his voice took on that tone, but he couldn’t help but feel bad for you, sitting there on the bed, scared and worried for your friend. He hesitated, and then he said,

 “They took Hanbin when he was out getting something for Y/N. They are now holding him hostage. They’re saying they’ll only release him if we give Y/N to them.” 

Jiyong jumped up from the bed, immediately switching back to Mafia boss. You knew he had a lot of work, but you just needed to ask him what he was planning on doing. You needed to know. You hated that Hanbin was in danger because of you. You grabbed his sleeve, starting to ask him something, but he just shook off your hand and gave you the coldest, most disgusted look you had ever received in your life. He didn’t even bother turning around after that, because if he did, he would have seen the way you shrunk back from him. You let him go, not saying anything else, trying to tell yourself he was busy. He walked out of the room, coolly giving orders on the phone. Youngbae turned and looked at you, pausing to walk up to you and squeeze your hand. 

“Y/N, it’s not your fault. Hanbin will be fine.” 

He hurried out after that, knowing there was a lot of work to do. You were left alone in the room, rocking yourself back and forth on the bed. You felt like it was all your fault. You knew Hanbin was in danger because of you. You needed to change that. You had to find a way to get him back. And somehow, at the back of your mind, in the middle of all the guilt, you couldn’t stop thinking about how Jiyong broke his promise.

Jiyong didn’t return that night. You didn’t sleep that night either. You knew Jiyong wouldn’t return that night, and while a small part of you was waiting for him, most of you was just terrified for Hanbin. Hanbin had told you stories about EXO. About how while Jiyong was the most ruthless, they were slightly sadistic, the remnants of which could be seen in all their victims. You were scared that Hanbin would end up like that. You hated yourself for asking him to get you those tablets for your headache. If you hadn’t, and if you had just managed to get by, then he wouldn’t be in the situation he was in now. You couldn’t stop thinking about how Hanbin was the least experienced member when it came to actual violence. He was a complete softie. Yes, he carried weapons, but you were better at wielding them than he was, which was saying something. You closed your eyes and lay down flat on the bed, trying to calm your mind and think of a way to get Hanbin back, but all you saw was the image of Hanbin being tortured over and over again, until his face was bloody and he couldn’t speak. You kept hearing his cries of pain, and you started tossing and turning, desperately trying to get those sounds out of your head. But you couldn’t. Finally, you just curled up on the bed and sobbed, weeping at Hanbin’s voice and bloody face, wailing for someone to make it stop, for someone to make it go away. You cried like that until you had no more energy left to cry, just slow sobs shaking your body from time to time. You just gripped the bracelet Hanbin gave you a little tighter and begged

 “Please, please let him be okay.”

 before you fell asleep, exhausted and unwell.

You woke up a few hours later. There was still no sign of Jiyong. No one had given you any news about Hanbin, or told you what they planned to do. You couldn’t see any way out of it either. The only way you could see was if you went there in Hanbin’s place. You knew EXO was scary, but somehow, you still had some amount of faith in Jongin. You were willing to take that risk and put yourself in danger as long as Hanbin was back safe and sound. It was all your fault anyway. You were the reason the two gangs started fighting. You were the reason Hanbin went out that day and got caught. You were the person they were asking for. You just didn’t know whether to do it. Whether you had it in you to leave Jiyong. Whether he would let you. You knew you wanted to save Hanbin, but you didn’t want to leave Jiyong. He was special to you. You didn’t know what to do. You needed to speak to someone, anyone, to get a better idea of what was happening, but there was no one around. You were driving yourself insane from wondering what you could do, when suddenly, you realised something. You had Jongin’s number. On your phone. You could just call him. No one in Jiyong’s gang had it. You stared down at your phone, the anxiety at the bottom of your stomach killing you. You cracked your knuckles and called him. You were beyond nervous, but you knew you had to hide it, so you pinched yourself to focus. Jongin answered on the first ring, voice sounding breathless and concerned.

 “Y/N?”

 When Hanbin woke up, he had to blink quite a bit to get used to the bright light everywhere. Although he was confused in the beginning, he suddenly remembered how he was chloroformed near the medical store while getting medicine for you. Immediately, his eyes darkened and he became wary. He had to be in EXO headquarters. He quickly took stock of the situation. He wasn’t injured. He was tied to a chair. He wasn’t gagged or blindfolded, so that was good. He started feeling uneasy. This wasn’t really EXO’s style. They definitely would have tortured him by now. Something was up. He was looking around for something sharp to cut the ropes with when he heard a low voice from behind him. 

“Oh, you’re awake?” 

He froze. Jongin slowly made his way in front of Hanbin, dragging a chair in one hand and holding a drink in the other. He sat down and leaned forward, sipping on his drink. 

“You must be hungry. Can I get you some food?” 

Hanbin glared at him and shook his head. Jongin shrugged. 

“Oh well. Suit yourself.”

 Hanbin knew they would have searched him for weapons. He was unarmed. Trying to keep his voice bored, he asked, 

“What do you want from me?” 

Jongin shook his head.

 “Come on Hanbin. You know we want nothing from you. We just want Y/N.” 

Hanbin felt his gut twist a little. He hated the thought of you there. 

“What do you want from her? We’ve told you we’re not going to give her up. You have to know by now that she’s boss’s girlfriend.” 

The way Jongin’s jaw twitched, Hanbin knew he had hit a nerve. 

“Hanbin, she’s my friend. I know her. I know she wouldn’t want to be with someone like that. I know you guys are drugging her.”

 Hanbin couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth. 

“And you think she’d want to be with someone like you?”

 Jongin grip on his glass tightened. 

“I know she wouldn’t want to be with the man who killed her uncle.” 

Hanbin hid his surprise well, saying, 

“You don’t even know what her uncle has done to her.”, 

but he didn’t know your uncle was dead. He knew Jiyong hadn’t ordered that. Jongin sighed, putting down his glass. He stared at Hanbin deeply, trying to make up his mind. He wiped his face and did away with the animosity and the poker face. All Hanbin could see in front of him was the face of a man who was worried sick about someone he cared about, and didn’t know what to do. 

“Hanbin, you care about Y/N, right?” 

Hanbin knew to answer that question honestly. 

“Yes, yes I do.”

 “Okay, so please tell me how she is. Is she happy? Is she safe? Who shot her that time?”

 Hanbin just stared at him. EXO’S Jongin never asked anyone for anything. He forced them to do what he wanted them do. It was different this time. Hanbin decided to tell him the truth. 

“She is happy. She is safe. We’ve trained her in self-defence and in shooting. That time,” 

he paused, hesitating a bit, 

“Jiyong hyung shot her.” 

Jongin looked pained.

 “He shot the woman he loves?”

 Hanbin nodded. 

“Jongin, you have to understand that it was before he accepted that he loved her. He regrets it every second of the day. He will keep her safe. He won’t hurt her.”

 Jongin’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything. The two of them just sat there in silence for a while. Jongin then broke the silence.

 “Hanbin, I need your help.”

 “Why would I help you?”

 “Because it’s for Y/N.” 

Hanbin remained silent. 

“Because one of Joonmyeon’s men caught you, I can’t help you more than this, but you should know that I fought for the right to keep you here instead of giving you to Sehun, who’s usually in charge of torture. I know that Jiyong won’t give up Y/N, but if by chance she does come here, I need you to escape with her. I just want to see her and speak to her. Apologise for not telling her earlier. Make sure she’s okay. I know the other guys will want to keep her here and torture her for information about Jiyong that I know she won’t give. I’ll help you guys, but whatever you do, do not let her stay here. She’ll be tortured and forced to marry me.”

 Hanbin just stared at Jongin, eyes wide.

 “Are you serious Jongin?” 

“Yes, I am. I know my people. She doesn’t deserve that kind of life. I don’t think she deserves to see that kind of life by staying with Jiyong either, but it will always be better for her there. Just take care of her for me.” 

Hanbin couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

 “Is there anyone else who thinks this way in EXO Jongin?”

 Jongin sighed.

 “Most of us used to. But after a while, we got too caught up in trying to beat you guys. I know Baekhyun hyung, Jongdae hyung and Chanyeol hyung agree with me, and they might be willing to help. I know Kyungsoo hyung and Minseok hyung understand my point, but they won’t help. But Joonmyeon hyung, Yixing hyung and Sehun are hell bent on using this to beat you guys.”

 “Why do they want to beat us so badly? We’ve always been rivals, but it wasn’t always this bad.”

 Jongin’s eyes softened. 

“They had some sentimental attachment to the Hongdae area you guys took from us. Their family graves are there.”

 Hanbin didn’t know what to say to that. He just sat there thinking. Jongin interrupted his thoughts. 

“So, what do you say? Will you do it?”

 Hanbin gulped, knowing it was risky to trust him, and said, 

“Yes, yes I will.”

 And that was when Jongin’s phone rang. 

“Y/N?”

 “Jongin.” 

You took a deep breath. Your voice was hard when you said, 

“Where’s Hanbin?” 

Jongin sounded happy to hear your voice. 

“He’s right here. And he’s fine, don’t worry.” 

Your voice turned harsher.

 “How do I trust you? Especially when you’ve pretty much started a gang war over nothing. Since when was I your girlfriend?”

  Hanbin smirked when he saw Jongin wince a little at your harsh words. 

“Y/N, I swear you can trust me.” 

His voice turned pleading. 

“You know me! You know me, don’t you?”

 You remained silent.

 “Y/N, I told them I was going to ask you out. I never told them you were my girlfriend. They just adapted the tale to suit their needs.”

 You still remained silent.

 “Y/N, I just want to see you. Come to the address I texted you. I swear I’ll let both you and Hanbin leave unharmed. I just really want to talk to you, explain things and make sure you’re okay.” 

You ignored everything he said. You knew better than to agree to what could be a trap.

 “Is Hanbin there, Jongin?”

 Hanbin responded. 

“Yes, I am.”

 Immediately, your voice became warmer.

 “Hanbin, are you okay? Is he lying?” 

Hanbin glanced at Jongin, and nodded to him. 

“Yes, yes I am. He’s not lying Y/N. He’ll help. Just… come armed.” 

“Hanbin, he hasn’t done anything to you, right?”

 Through all that tension, Hanbin smiled, knowing you’d be fidgeting around from nervousness.

 “Yes, Y/N, I am completely fine.” 

You heaved a sigh of relief. Your voice becoming harsh again, you said,

 “Jongin, we’ll see about that offer.” And you cut the call. Jongin and Hanbin both looked at each other and smiled. They knew you would come.

You were scared. You knew it could be a trap. Hanbin might have been held at gun point and forced to say what he said. Jongin really didn’t have a great track record. He could just be trying to get a hold of you. You didn’t know what to do. You did know that you had to tell Jiyong. So, you waited. You knew deep down that you had to do this to get Hanbin back, because it was your fault, but you wanted to tell Jiyong, because you were scared, and you didn’t want to go into it alone. And although you waited all day, Jiyong only came into the room at 2 in the morning. You were running on two hours of sleep, but the adrenaline kept you up. You couldn’t help noticing that Jiyong was still glaring and behaving cold, like he would around his men. You gulped and you approached him.

 “Ji?”

 He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you with a barely concealed glare. 

“What is it?”

 “I called Jongin, and he-” 

Jiyong’s eyes went from uninterested to absolutely raging mad. He slowly got up and walked towards you, making you walk back, feeling slightly scared. 

“Y/N, did you just say you called Jongin?”

 His voice was deadly.

 “Yes.” 

He laughed. And then, his tone turned condescending.

 “You had to go and do that, didn’t you? You know you know nothing about the mafia world. You had to go and call EXO and appear weak and desperate.”

 He scoffed. His tone made you feel like trash. So absolutely useless.

  “As it is, I had to lose my family because of you, and then you go make things worse. It makes me wonder why we’re not just giving in to their demands already.” He stepped back and looked at you with absolute loathing. He left, slamming the door behind him. You sat there, feeling numb, letting your tears fall down your face. You knew he was upset that he lost Hanbin, but the fact that he felt that way about giving you up to EXO was an eye-opener. After your tears had run out, you got up and changed. You changed into a pair of black shorts and a black shirt. You then went and took the knife and gun out of the cupboard and strapped them onto you and you opened the door and left.

Mercy | Echo x Jedi!Reader

Warnings: Angsty as hell, sad as fuck. Blood and violence.

     (Y/n) couldn’t remember a time when her heart didn’t flutter when thinking about Echo. As a Jedi, of course, she wasn’t supposed to have these feelings, but her late Master Qui-Gon reminded her that feelings could be healthy and controlled. During her first few missions with the 501st, all she could do was stare at him across the room. As soon as her eyes would cross his, she’d look away or pretend she was looking at something behind him. She didn’t know it, but whenever his helmet was covering his face, he’d be staring just the same. 

     She expected her heart to jump to her chest when he decided to talk to her alone one day, but after meditating on Qui-Gon’s teaching for hours upon hours, she restrained herself. Yes, her heart was pounding and her breathing was quick and heavy, but she wasn’t distracted.

       "I know I shouldn’t be talking to you alone like this,“ Echo said to her one day after everyone else had left the meeting room. “And it’s against every regulation, but the books never said there’s anything wrong with flirting.”

      “Do the books say anything about a top-secret briefing with a Jedi Commander?” She asked, gazing into his eyes, twirling a piece of her (h/c) hair around her finger.

     "I don’t believe they do.“ He said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "And where would this meeting take place?”

     "In a private study room in the library as the base of the Jedi temple. The one that’s open to the public. I could really use some help understanding a few…“ She placed her hand on his cheek and ran her finger down his face to trace his jawline. "Protocols…" 

     "I’ll make sure to bring my manuals.” He purred.

     That’s one thing she always loved about him. He knew right from wrong and the risks of disobeying what had been put in place, but knew how to work his way around things that were unnecessarily ridiculous. She also knew he would never let her take things too far unless she really wanted to.  If she’d ask him to do something that would for sure get her kicked out of The Order, he wouldn’t let her unless she had been begging for weeks.

     "I know the consequences.“ She panted, straddling him as he sat on a cushion on the floor of the library where they met several times a week. Her fingers danced around the plating of his armor, trying to remove any piece she could. "Please…no one will know.”

     "You’ll be in serious trouble, my dear.“ He said cupping her face in his hands.

     "I’ll leave.” She said, turning her head to kiss the palm of his hand. “I just want to be with you.”

     "And make me a deserter? I couldn’t.“ He said. She brought her lips to his, giving him a quick peck on the lips, before resting her forehead against his.

     "Is there anything in the book about a classified stealth mission, where both the Commander and her Corporal lose their lives?”

     "Yes, it’s called a level 4 recovery mission that wouldn’t stop till they found our bodies.“ He snickered playfully, kissing her cheek.

     "I hate your books.” She said, leaning into him, her arms around him.

     He took a deep breath and closed, enjoying the closeness and placed kisses on her temple as he ran his fingers through her hair. His eyes opened when he heard a snap.

     "Haha! Got it!.“ She said victoriously as she removed his pauldron.

     "Hey!” He said, watching as she tossed it to the side. “You know how much trouble you’ll get in to. I know you want this, but-”

     "I do want this.“ She leaned forward, kissing him again.

     "But, you’re not thinking with your head right now.” He said, trailing his hand from her shoulder to her stomach. He moved forward to sit up, sliding her off his lap, and stood. He reached for his pauldron and returned it to its rightful spot over his shoulder.

     "Echo.“ She whined, standing up as well. He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her gently.

     "Think about it.” He said.

     "But I have th-“

     "Meditate on it.” He cut her off, his voice strict, but soft. “Give it some time. I don’t want you to make a decision before you’re ready to deal with the consequences. I’ve got to get going." 

     "Ok…” She said, disappointed, but glad he was looking out for her wellbeing.

     "I love you.“ He said, looking over his shoulder as he stood at the door.

     "I love you too.” She smiled.

     She had done as he asked and meditated on it for a while, thinking about what Qui-Gon would tell her to do in the situation. He didn’t think intimacy should be against the Jedi code, but just like feelings, it should be enjoyed in controlled moderation. She was glad she waited. Assisting a stressed-out soldier in her meditation room for one-on-one learning made for a much more romantic time than the floor of the library.

     She wasn’t supposed to join the 501st and 212th on their mission to the Citadel, but when Master Plo pulled her aside and asked her to go to keep an eye on Ahsoka, she happily joined. She had always been able to cope with loss before. It was difficult, but over the years, it became easier and easier. Her heart wrenched every time a clone fell beside her, but she no longer froze in place and learned to grieve later.

     No amount of meditation or experience could have prepared her for watching her dearest Echo turned to ash and bone in a fiery blaze before her. It had been years since she froze, but her legs were iron and weights of grief were shackled around her waist. She could hear Fives and Rex screaming for her to move, but it wasn’t until one of them grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her that came to her senses and ran. 

     She’d never felt this sort of bereavement before. She felt empty and numb and the world around her was dull. Getting out of bed in the morning was pointless, but it had to be done. It took her a great amount of effort to swing her legs over the edge of the bed. Feeling the cold floor on her feet sent the shock through her system that she needed to snap out of it and join the others. This went on for months. One day, she just couldn’t take the first step to move forward so she sat there, motionless, on the edge of her bed. No one ever knocked on her door, so when she heard a rhythmic rapping, it sparked her interest.

     "Who is it? Come in.“ She called, still unmoving.

     "Commander (Y/n).” It was Rex, panting, a bead of sweat on his brow. 

     "Rex? What is it? Calm down.“ She said, getting up and grabbing him by the wrist, placing a hand on his heaving chest. She led him to a seat and waited for him to talk.

     "Echo…I know you are going to think I’m insane. Cody did, but you have to believe me.” He tried to catch his breath. “The algorithm Echo and I came up with. The separatists are using it and…I thought maybe there was a chance he could be alive." 

     She scowled.

     "Stop it, Rex.” She said, dropping his hand from hers.

     "No. Listen.“ He said. "I didn’t even believe it myself, but-”

     "I said enough! He’s gone!“ She said, on the verge of tears.

     "I…I’m sorry, Commander.” He said, his voice calm and quiet. “But…please allow me to finish.”

     She crossed her arms, scowl still across her face as she stared at the floor. She ground her teeth as she heard him sigh.

     "He told me how close you were.“ He said quietly. 

     "He did?” She asked, her face softening.

     "Yes. We told each other everything.“ He said. "Will you please let me finish?”

     "Go ahead.“ She whispered after her voice hitched in her throat.

     "I myself didn’t believe he could be alive, but after our raid on a separatists base, I know he is. I heard him speak. I know it was him.”

     "H-how do you…“

     "I don’t know, but we’re headed to the source of the signal now. Please come with us.” He begged. She looked at him for a short moment, thinking it over and nodded.

     ”(Y/n), get in here!“ Rex called. She looked in the direction of his voice as she continued to deflect blaster bolts with her lightsaber.

     "Go on, commander. We’ve got this.” Wrecker said. (Y/n) jogged to the room and shut the door behind her. 

     Rex knelt on the floor beside Echo. He was thin, pale, hooked up to all sorts of sensors and machinery. He spasmed and twitched as Rex tried to communicate with him. He mumbled incoherently and his eyes looked empty and soulless. (Y/n) rushed to him, kneeling beside him placing a hand on his cheek, warming his skin with her touch. 

     "Echo.“ She whispered, tears pricking her eyes.

     "Tech, how is he?” Rex asked, standing up.

     "He’s…not all there.“ He said solemnly. He pointed to his datapad. “You can see here what’s been done to his brain. It’s like he’s only able to function properly if a certain signal is transmitted from the control center. He’s awake and conscious of what’s happening around him, but he can’t react to it. I can’t imagine the pain…and agony.” He said.

     "Is there anything we can do?“ (Y/n) asked, holding his trembling hand.

     "Unfortunately, no.” He said, shaking his head. “If we disconnect him he’ll die. But it’ll be slow…and horrible. We could quickly reprogram him somewhat, but he’ll never be the same. I’ll go and help the others. I’ll leave you two to decide what we’re going to do.”

     "Ok, Tech.“ Rex said. "Thank you.”

     Rex turned back to (Y/n) who had her arms wrapped tightly around the frail shadow of her lover, sobbing over his shoulder.

     "I’m so sorry, love.“ She cried, caressing his cheek, looking into his empty eyes. Looking for something, anything. She spoke through her sniffles and hiccups. "I should have sensed you were ok. I shouldn’t have left you behind. Please, I know you’re in there. Just talk to me. Give me anything.”

     She cried, placing a kiss on his lips, then several all over his face.

     ”(Y/n).“ She heard him whisper. She looked at him, hopefully. For a moment, he stopped trembling, his breathing slowed, and the color returned to his eyes. 

     "Yes. It’s me, love. I’m here.” She cried, placing another kiss on this lips, this time, getting a little something back. She rested her head against his forehead, listening for the faintest whisper.

     "Please…“ Echo struggled to speak. “E…end it…end.” He gasped. “The citadel. We have to get out of the Citadel. The shuttle…it’s.”

     And just like that, he was gone again. She cried, hugging him close to her, his head nuzzled into her chest.

     ”(Y/n)?“ Rex spoke softly. She turned her head to face him, blinking away some tears. She looked at his hip, then up at him, holding out her hand. He removed his blaster from the holster and placed it in her outstretched hand.

     "I know what I have to do, but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it.” She said. 

     "It’s ok, (Y/n).“ He said, placing a hand on her shoulder, kneeling down to kiss the top of her head, then Echo’s cheek. He tried to keep his voice from shaking and was successful, but couldn’t keep the tears from falling down his face. “It’s what’s best.” He stood and took a step back, looking straight ahead, his eyes fixated on the empty chamber, unable to watch.

     "I’m so sorry, Echo. I love you so much.“ She said, giving him one last kiss on the top of his head as she brought the blaster to his temple. She squeezed her eyes shut, as she pulled the trigger. The sound rang loudly in her ears as he slumped against her chest. When the ringing faded, the room was quiet. Rex silently walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

     "We should go.” He said. She stood, laying Echo out on the floor, the necklace he had given her clutched in his left hand as it lay on his chest. She tore a small piece of fabric from her cloak, brought it to her lips and kissed it, before covering his face with it. 

     "I love you.“ She whispered one last time as she stood to leave with Rex. As they stepped through the door, he gave her hand a squeeze.

      The ride on the transport was rowdy as usual with the bat batch aboard, but Rex and (Y/n) sat silently side by side. (Y/n) fiddled with her fingers and Rex sat with his elbows on his knees, hands folded in front of him.

     "Did I do the right thing?” She said. Rex took a deep, quiet breath and looked at her.

     "I would have done the same.“ He said, taking one of her hands. "I’m sorry you had to make that decision, (y/n).”

     "I couldn’t leave him in the hands of those bastards.“ She said.

     The two of them were silent for a moment.

     "I could feel it.” She said. “Like he was trying to tell me it was ok. Like…like he wanted me to…” She couldn’t help but start sobbing uncontrollably. “Did I do the right thing! Tell me I did the right thing, Rex! Please!" 

     Rex put his arm around her, pulling her close, shushing her gently.

     "You did the right thing, (y/n).” Rex tried his best to calm her down, but her erratic screaming and crying alerted the attention of the rest of the ship. As she looked down to her lap, she noticed the crimson red stains covering her chest and the spatters on her arms. “Get it off me!” She screamed. “It…it’s not my blood! It’s not my blood!”

     Tech stepped forward, a daunting looking needle in his hand and injected whatever it was into her neck. She slumped over onto Rex and her crying and panting became slow, steady breaths.

     "That should help her calm down.“ He said. "I…can’t imagine what she’s feeling right now, but she’ll be ok. Why don’t we all head to the front of the ship and give her some quiet time.”

     Rex stood, gently positioning her to lay on the bench as he walked to the door. Crosshair stood there, staring at (y/n) with a blank face, then to Rex. Remembering his comments, Rex furrowed his brow, upper lip raising ever so slightly.

     "What?“ He asked, almost spitting out his words. Crosshair sighed and looked back to (y/n).

     "I’m sorry.” He said putting a hand on his shoulder. “About everything.”

     "Thank you.“ Rex said, after a bit of silence. 

     "I’ll…make sure to apologize to her too when she comes around." 

     "Give it a few days.” Rex said. “But, I think she’d like to hear it and she’ll need all the support she can get.”

Let me earn your trust (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios)

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well)

❗ Warnings: this chapter contains violence, angst, might cause distress ❗

Rating: Mature

Author's note: I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

I added this warning thing, maybe exaggerating a little. I just want you to know that from that moment on, this story will get even darker. I mean, it was quite dark from the beginning.  

I hope you'll stay here a little longer with me to find out how the story will end.

~ 2100 words

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Chapter 23

Beeping sound.

Over and over again, piercing through Amy's skull.

It caused her eyes to open slightly. Her head was spinning, resting on her chest, which was slowly lifting, and even slower falling down.

Heavy sounds of her breaths were echoing between the walls. Mixing with this irritating sound mercilessly ticking inside her mind.

Little by little, she raised her eyes, squeezing them, as the intense light hit her pupils. Trying to pierce through them, going straight to her brain, causing unbearable stabbing pain.

Amy's mouth was dry, the same as her throat. She tried to lick her lips with a barely moist tongue, without the effect.

Finally, when her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she looked around, finding herself inside of some kind of laboratory. White floor, walls, some metallic shelves around her, and this irritating beeping sound that was accompanying her.

Her eyes closed, and she drifted away with her thoughts.

***

"You expect me to give up all of my blood," Amy's voice showed absolute disbelief mixed with fear.

"Present, and the future one," Vega's voice normal, like they were discussing a common topic.

Amy looked down at the contract, noticing the spot prepared for her signature.

"Why doing this?" her voice broke. "Why even bothering to ask me when you already threatened me in so many ways."

"Because I need your permission, little girl," Adam's words hit straight into her chest. "And that's what exactly I want you to do as your part of the deal."

Amy's stomach clenched. She had no choice. Not because of the deal they made. Because she knew what this man was capable of doing if she disobeyed. How tragic the result would be for her friends.

Former friends.

So she signed it, with shaky hands. The ink that was flowing out of the pen had an intense reddish color.

Like the blood that she just sold out.

***

Her fever was growing, skin became paler. Amy opened her eyes again, blinking a few times to focus her sight.

She gazed at her hands, feeling pain inside of her body. And that's when she realized about needles driven into her skin, under the surface, reaching her veins. Needles were connected with some equipment she wasn't able to recognize. She never saw anything like this before.

What was he doing to her...

Her vision went blurry.

***

"Why me?" Amy dropped the pen after putting a signature, letting it fall to the floor with a hollow sound.

"You're a Bloodkeeper," Vega looked at her, confused by this question.

"How did you find out?" the girl's eyes full of misunderstanding. "How is it possible that you know my real identity?"

The men walked around the desk, stopping right in front of her chair. Amy pulled back, creating more space between them.

Senator took the contract to his hands, leaning against the desk. He looked at the signature with a sly smile playing in the corner of his mouth. Finally, he lifted his gaze, staring at the girl.

"I knew about you since the day you were born," his voice sending shivers of anxiety down Amy's spine. "Do you think that your parents were running from nothing?" he laughed ironically. "I was so close catching you when they had to come up with this..."

He reached for her hand aggressively, twisting her arm. Amy held back the groan of pain with difficulty.

"This scar."

***

She looked at her left wrist right after her eyes got opened again.

Focus, she scolded herself, feeling her head becoming heavier, daring to fall on her chest. Somehow Amy managed to fight the urge of falling asleep. And instead, she saw wires transporting her blood from under her skin to blood bags hanging all over the room.

How long was she there? What happened? All those questions were crowding inside of her head.

She looked around with the hope that she would be able to notice something characteristic.

There were no windows in the place she was held captive. All she was focused on were white walls, which light surface was so intoxicating to look at. Amy was getting lost in the view, so she shook her head and kept on examining the room. She noticed stairs, which were climbing up till they reached the silver doors.

I'm in the basement, she stated a fact in her thoughts.

She tried to move, but her wrists and ankles were tied up to the chair she was sitting on.

Blood was slowly draining away from her system. At the same time, she was connected with some equipment that was supplementing every other nutrient her body needed to survive. Of course, it wasn't enough. Without enough blood, she would die anyway.

That's why her state was monitored all the time. And all these apparatus were the reason for the beeping sound that was driving her crazy. Making her create a fist out of her hands, curl the toes, causing goosebump.

Amy tried with all her strength to come back to the day she arrived at Vega's mansion. She closed her eyes, not letting herself fall asleep, but instead, to recall every detail.

***

"If not for this scar, I would've had you much earlier," Vega let go of her wrist, leaving red marks on her skin. "Thanks to that, you had a chance to live your life a little longer."

"Until I didn't meet your people," everything became much more clear to Amy.

The reason why she was in constant danger, why she wasn't allowed to trust anyone.

"But you must have escaped again," his teeth gritted from anger.

Amy reminded herself of the separation from her parents. She had a hard time believing that the person she was running away from was the senator of New York.

The city she ended up living in.

"Yes, you fell right into my hands," he smirked, making Amy feel sick from disgust. "And there, that was only a matter of time till I found you."

The girl thought about the first moment she found herself around someone from the Council. And of course, it had to be this person.

"Priya," Amy's voice full of anger at herself for not connecting the dots earlier. "She reported to you about me."

Vega laughed louder than it was necessary. He wasn't even trying to pretend that her situation bothered him in any way. Now nothing was stopping him from telling her the truth.

From celebrating his victory.

"Yes, Priya came in handy after all," his smile gradually fading with other words. "But, of course, great Kamilah Sayeed had to stay in the way. And she had to be her usual, repulsive self, that scared you away."

The remainder of Kamilah's name made Amy focus more on the meaning of his words. From what she remembered, she didn't even see the woman after Priya's party... not until the day of...

"Oh my god," Amy's eyes full of anger. "You were responsible for the attack of those vampires in the hall."

"Finally," Adam clasped in his hands. "It took you long enough."

Everything became obvious, answeres that bothered her for so long were always there within reach. Just waiting for her to take them.

"You wanted Kamilah to get interested in me," her voice sounded like it was coming from far away. "You wanted to get close to me, so you made sure Lily suffered in the process."

"I knew this idiot Adrian would be so weak and change her without thinking about consequences," he was so proud of his plan. "And I knew Kamilah would be the first one to figure out that you're a Bloodkeeper."

Amy's eyes filled with tears. She realized how vulnerable she was for this whole time. Everything that happened during the past few months was a detailed plan of Adam's sick mind.

Not a coincidence.

"But why did you bother with hurting Kamilah in Paris," the girl looked him directly in the eyes. "Why did you put so much effort into sending ferals at her."

Adam laughed again, but this time, his eyes were slowly changing into a red color.

"And that's the most crucial part of the story, Amelia," he was using her actual name on purpose, playing with her sanity. "I knew that if Kamilah gets hurt in the process, you are the first one ready to help her," his eyes flashing red. "She did recover after drinking your blood, and that left me with only one conclusion..."

It hit her at that moment too. How was it even possible that she never thought of that. That Kamilah didn't too.

"My blood is the cure."

***

Amy opened her eyes, fully remembering the scene.

She already knew that Vega wanted her blood to have some kind of insurance, in case he got bitten or scratched. But the amount of blood he was taking from her so far, was insane. And that made her mind create new questions.

He had her there, so what was the rush? He could quickly drain blood from her just after being bitten by the feral. When he would need it the most. But, instead, he was taking an immense amount of her precious blood.

Like he was preparing himself for something.

At that moment, Amy heard a loud click of unlocking doors. It took her out of her thoughts as she looked in the direction of the sound. She saw a young woman walking down the stairs.

It triggered Amy's mind as she remembered seeing her every day, but without any details of how those days looked like.

"How are you feeling?" her voice was so calming, so different from this whole situation.

"Like I lost a lot of blood," Amy chuckled with a weak smile. Talking after a long time made her cough uncontrollably.

The woman came closer to her in a hurry, to near a bottle of water to her mouth.

"Take a little sip, it should help," her voice quiet, full of guilt. "Drink slowly."

Amy obeyed her instructions, trying to calm her chest, to stop another contraction of her diaphragm. She swallowed the water, letting it flow down her throat, moisturizing it.

"Why are you here?" Amy's question made the young woman laugh.

"You ask this every time," her giggle changed into concern. Next words left her mouth like she already said them aloud several times. "I'm the only person you can trust."

Amy studied her eyes. They had this beautiful, light green color.

The next memory hit her.

***

"Keep on biting every person I send here, and it will not end well for you," Adam was standing against the wall in front of Amy.

It must have been one of the first days he held her there because she was still feeling powerful.

She was sending menacing looks toward him with her eyes shining gold. Amy only wished she managed to learn how to manipulate vampires by then. It would, for sure, come in handy in a situation like this.

"As if there was even a chance for it to end well for me," she hissed at him, feeling furious.

For a moment, Vega wanted to say something. But, instead, he just looked last one time at Amy with a threat written all over his face saying that if she tries something, she'd have to deal with him personally. And then he disappeared, leaving her alone in the basement.

Not for long.

Only a second later, Amy heard doors opening again, which made anger inside of her grow twice as strong. She was ready to see the senator walking down the stairs, but that was not him.

It was a young woman with long, wavy, blond hair falling on her shoulders and back. Her skin light, with a little pinkish color on her cheeks.

Her green eyes were looking directly into Amy's gold.

"What do you want?" Amy kept her icy tone from earlier.

"Let me talk to you," the woman's voice sounded so smooth, delicate, messing with Amy's head.

"Why should I?" the girl was suspicious, trying not to fall for her sweet appearance.

"We have a lot in common," the woman came closer to the chair to which Amy was tied up to.

They stared into each other's eyes.

And that's when Amy's mouth slightly opened in astonishment.

Because the green eyes she saw before herself were changing into golden color. In the same way, Amy's eyes did so many times before.

But here, something was different.

At the moment when her iris had a color of gold jewelry, something happened. Another shade started spreading from her pupil, changing the iris into the pure color of blood.

Red.

Oh my god, Amy thought.

She just met another Bloodkeeper.

Who, at the same time, was a vampire.

Next chapter: 24

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12 Days of Christmas Anime, Day 9: Nichijou

“…the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary your wife into your home. For it is through the Holy Spirit that this child has been conceived in her. She will bear a son and you are to name him Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.”

Well, now that is crazy. Just imagine.

As you may have expected, Nichijou´s Christmas episode is, well, not very Christmas-like at all. More like your usual absurdist everyday whirlwind. Let´s just list the facts:

A certain Nakanojo claims that everything in this universe can be explained by science, and there is no way something as ridiculous as supernatural phenomena could exist. He thus tries to expose an exorcist as a fraud, with hilarious results. Young and serious Mihoshi Tachibana is indignant because of the levity of Mei Naganohara, a natural genius at kendo who never trains but always wins. So she tries to get a strike, just this once… While Mei is petting a cat at the street. Fe-cchan is trying to live according to an optimistic motto, but destiny won´t allow it. Back to Nakanojo, who defies the will of his father, who wants him to become a living advertisement for the onigiri street stall. At her orientation interview, Misato Tachibana, Mei´s sister, insists she won´t marry Sasahara, though nobody suggested that. Trapped by Mei’s dogs, Sakamoto and the Professor are saved by Mio and Yukko… Well, sort of.

There are two Christmas sections in the middle of this crazy yet hopeful portrayal of our ordinary lives. Nano and the Professor discuss what will they ask from Santa as they prepare the decorations for their house. The Professor, in her spoiled style, wants everything she can think of. Nano, in her own way, wants some household accessories and an Ivan Bilibin book (I approve! His illustrations are amazing.). But the Professor gets mad: She has asked for a lot of things, so Nano can only ask for one present. This is so obviously unfair, and Nano is so utterly shocked, that the Professor tries to make amends, somehow. Cut to Helvetica Standard, where Santa disappoints a young boy by bringing him sweet melon bread as a present.

That was Nichijou. But, have you ever considered how the first Christmas was for St. Joseph and St. Mary? You may discover that it was, well, not very Christmas-like at all either, in the usual sense of the word. More like your not-so-usual jaw-dropping, historical and miraculous divine-humane whirlwind. Let´s just list the facts. Consider the data which the Scripture, geography and history give us. This is the Roman province of Palestine, a vassal kingdom under Herod the Great. The year is either 8, 7 or 6 BC (from the data concerning the death of Herod, we have recently found that there was a calculation error when setting the year zero), and Joseph and Mary are a poor couple of Hebrew betrothed, though of illustrious descent (as shown by the fact that they paid a pair of turtledoves and two pigeons, the tax of the poor, at the Temple).

Zoom on St. Joseph, a man whose relatives live in Nazareth, Galilee, and who works there as an artisan of some sort. This is a quite complicated extended family living in a quite complicated village: You may remember that the people of Nazareth will try to kill Jesus by throwing him down a ravine, while his relatives will try to have Him declared insane and take him by force, among other things. Not that everyone is a monster either, as some relatives of Jesus will have a role in the early Church. As Medieval Otaku once pointed out, the Scripture does not record any single world of Joseph, but at least I feel that the story by itself is quite expressive. Let´s get into it.

St. Joseph is formally engaged to a girl who was probably a member of his extended family, as was the custom. They both love God and hope that He will assist Israel, according to His promise: She is “full of grace,” kecharitomene, and engages in prayer, while he is “just,” díkaios, and struggles to comply with the Law of God. And you see, after receiving the visit of the angel, St. Mary found out that her old cousin Elizabeth was pregnant, after which she traveled about 97 miles (if, as an ancient tradition holds, Elizabeth lived in Ain Karem) to help her, and remained there for three months (during which Zachariah, Elizabeth´s husband, remained mute), then traveled another 97 miles back to Nazareth. It is not exactly the smoothest road, either. You have around eight hundred meters of elevation gain near Jerusalem, and it is a rocky, thorny, and desertic path.

At some point during that period, St. Joseph made the painful discovery that St. Mary, so pure and full of virtue and piety, was nevertheless pregnant before their marriage, and not by him. He made the difficult decision, after considering the matter in his heart (enthymetentos), to obey the Law and leave her, but in secret, to take the blame, which amounted to prevent her stoning, no less. That was, the Gospel tells us, because he was a just man, what the Old Testament calls a zaddik—that is, the kind of man who carried out what ought to be done according to God in the most loving way available to him. And then, there came the dream, the message of the angel, the astonishing revelation of the virgin conception, and the plan of salvation, the impossible mission which surpassed everything he could have ever imagined.

We have become used to talking and hearing about the Incarnation, but think of it again from the perspective of a faithful Jew who associates God with the veiled ark of the Temple, the thundering mountain of Horeb, the prophets who brought fire from the sky and the twelve plagues of Egypt. God will be a child, and you will take care of Him. Good luck. At least, he and St. Mary could be together.

So, change of plans. Bear with the impossibility to explain anything to his circle and relatives, whatever they may have assumed. Hearing of the edict of August Caesar. Traveling another 97 miles with a pregnant woman in her late term up the rocky path to a village which your ancestors lived, and find that there is no place to host her in the day she is about to give birth.

Bethlehem was a small village (“And thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, little to be among the thousands of Judah…”—that is, it had a population under 1,000 families, the minimum for being considered a city). It was built over two hills that are not very far from each other, and the houses were built mostly by adapting natural caves. Other caves were used for the animals. In one of these, Joseph and Mary found shelter, and Jesus, God Incarnate, was born.

Suddenly, local shepherds come from nowhere to adore the Child, warned by a singing legion of angels. After forty days, St. Joseph and St. Mary come to fulfill the Law and offer a poor man´s offering at the Temple, in which an old man who is praying there, Simeon, tells them that he had been waiting for this very moment all his life, that he can die in peace at least, and that Mary and the Child will suffer horribly. And, shortly before or after that, foreign Magi, astrologers, from the East come to Bethlehem to adore the Child, whose birth has been prophesied by a star which has guided them to the exact spot where they live.

That by itself would be a lot for any man to take, but then comes the next news, from another prophetic dream. The most powerful man of the country, Herod the Great, wants to kill the Child. This was a man who had been the king of Judea for thirty years and was a paranoid, bloodthirsty tyrant that had exiled his first wife and executed the second with half of his own family, was in command of a secret police of sorts and, according to the ancient Jewish historian Flavius Josephus, was so cruel that when he felt like dying, he ordered his sister Salome to kill some of some of the most popular figures of his people the moment he stopped breathing just to guarantee that they would not rejoice too much (luckily, when he in fact died, she disobeyed the order). To avoid the danger, he was to take his wife and the Child and go immediately to the foreign land of Egypt, to begin there from zero. Until another prophetic dream sends him back.

Life, says Mio Naganohara at one of the peak moments of Nichijou, is like baseball. You never know what may come next. Life in Christ is like Haruhi Suzumiya’s baseball: Literally all things are possible. Nakanojo is wrong: There are things happening in this world that are beyond explanation, that surpass us, sometimes ridiculously so. And there is hope in that. With Joseph and Mary, the very first Christians, we are called to follow the same Child, the Redeemer of Humanity, God Incarnated, and play our part when is our turn to bat, knowing that in doing so there is the highest love and the deepest meaning. Little by little, we will realize that our ordinary, or not-so-ordinary life, is truly full of miracles. That we are together in this. That God is truly with us.

So keep your ear open this Advent. Smooth the roads, clear the paths. Don’t take anything for granted. After all, who knows what Christmas may you be called to live this year?

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Nichijou can be streamed at Crunchyroll.

What We Live For (Part 1)

Synopsys: After Loki’s arrival on Earth, the Reader and the Prince of Asgard form a tight bond, that soon enough develop into mutual love, but neither will admit. Though a fatal injury during a mission might make both reevaluate their feelings.

Part 2

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Genre: fluff; angst

Warnings: minor swearing, mentions of blood

Word count: 6112

   Y/N was sweaty beyond belief. It wasn’t just the fact that a sudden heat wave had decided to wash over New York. It wasn’t the fact that Tony and Bruce had blown out the AC while doing an experiment. It was because Steve seemed to be in his sadistic mood. Or so he was in Y/N’s mind.    Three hours they had trained in the gym and then he had decided that they needed to go for a run. Outside. In the park. Under the scorching sun. Throwing daggers in his direction while sipping on her water bottle, Y/N thought of the tens of thousands of ways she could murder him. And turning the body into dust wouldn’t be that big of a problem. When you’re a pyrokinetic and can produce fire as hot as the star the Earth revolved around... Let’s just say she was having fun imagining him in pain.    “I hate you,” Y/N grumbled for the millionth time while walking towards the common area.    “What did Steve do again?” Bucky’s voice invaded her senses. Once the super soldier had officially joined the Avengers, the two quickly bonded. They both loved science and space and spent countless hours staring at the night sky. Well, the simulation that Tony had set up on one of the floors, as New York’s bright lights didn’t allow any to real ones to sparkle through.    “He hates me so wanted to see me suffer.”    “Nawh, doll. Steve doesn’t hate you.”    “Tell that to the ten miles I just had to run. Through New York. In the heat.”    “He gets intense, that’s all. You know he means well.”    Bucky slung his metal arm around the girl's shoulders and Y/N instantly groaned in pleasure, clinging to the prosthetic. Somehow even through it all, the vibranium didn’t get any hotter, so Bucky had become his fellow Avenger's personal walking cooler.    “Yeah, well, I’ll mean well when I set him on fire.”    The ex-assassin chuckled and kissed Y/N’s temple as they made their way into the common room. The girl went to the fridge and opened up her water bottle, dropping at least a dozen ice cubes inside and put the now cold water to the nape of her neck.

   “How far is Tony with the AC fixing?”    “I don’t think he’s that far,” Bucky replied sounding quite distracted. “Looks like he has far more pressing issues right now.”    “What is more pressing than not dying of a heat stroke?”    As Y/N turned around she started to hear people talking. Loudly. And no party sounded happy.    “What’s going on?” She made her way to stand next to Bucky as he observed what looked like to be Tony and Steve facing two larger figures. One was raven-haired and adorned a green, black and gold outfit while the other had sandy blond hair in a buzz cut and an eyepatch.    “Who’re they?”    “If I had to guess, the one Tony is scolding like a child is Thor and the one Steve looks like he wants to kill with just a glance is Loki. They’re from Asgard. I think the dark haired one tried to take over the world at some point.”    “Wow,” Y/N took a sip of her water, “what don’t you miss when you’re not on Earth for like a decade.”    “Or when you’re brainwashed by HYDRA.”    “True dat,” and the pair fist bumped.    Y/N was the only other person in the compound Bucky felt close enough to tell everything. All the little details and what was pressing on his heart, so he was more than comfortable joking about things like his time as the Winter Soldier. And seeing as she hadn’t been on Earth for almost a decade and had quite the amount of culture, music and other things to catch up on, they had bonded, forming a tight relationship and helping one another with adapting to the new society.    “Fine!” Tony exclaimed. “But he’s not to be without supervision. At any point in time.”    “Man of Iron, my brother has changed. He only tried to kill me twice today.”    “Is that supposed to make me feel any better, Point Break? He tried to take over New York. So if even one strand on that head of his goes out of line, I will personally punch him back to space.”    The one who Tony had referred to as ‘Point Break’ shrugged and nodded. “Seems fair,” and the raven-haired man rolled his eyes.    Steve was still shooting daggers at the man when going to sit by the kitchen island, while Tony stomped away in annoyance.    “Hey, kid,” he greeted and hugged Y/N.    “Hey, dad,” she affectionately replied. Even though there was no blood relation between the two, the genius had immediately taken a liking to the girl and treated her as if she was his own. So Y/N just went along with it. Down the line, they formed a truly special relationship where she looked at Tony as a father figure.    “You stink and need to take a shower.”    “And you need to fix the AC, otherwise I’m gonna blame my death on you. And Steve, of course.”    Stark chuckled and put his hands in his pockets. “I still don’t get how you can hate heat when you can actually control fire.”    “Beats me,” Y/N shrugged and took a sip of her water. She could feel a pair of eyes intently watching her and after scanning the room it turned out to be Loki’s. The green bore into her Y/E/C and it was as if he was sizing her up, judging and observing.    “Don’t get too close to that one. He’s nothing but trouble.” With a kiss to her forehead, Tony went away and back to his lab, leaving Bucky, Y/N and Steve with the two Asgardians.    “I do not believe we have properly met.” It was Point Break who approached Y/N and Bucky first. “My name is Thor, Son of Odin. God of Thunder. Prince of Asgard.”    “Okay,” she handed him his palm expecting a handshake, but instead he kissed the top of it as if in a movie set in the middle ages. “I’m Y/N, but some refer to me as Firebird.”    “Ah, so you are like the Man of Hawk.”    “You mean Hawkeye? No, I don’t use arrows. I control actual fire. Like the element.”    “Impressive. Well, we should have a match against one another. To see which one is more powerful.”    “I guess…?” Y/N’s eyebrows shot up in amusement and question as she side eyed Bucky who was masking a chuckle with a cough. Thor’s attention turned to the super soldier and he introduced himself once more.    The girl’s attention was taken back to the raven haired man. He was a good head taller than her and had a gaze so piercing she was afraid he could burn a hole through her skull.    “I’m Loki.” The voice was deep and smooth. She could imagine having endless conversations with him with hot teas in their hands and books laying in their laps.    “Y/N,” he clasped her hand. It was surprisingly cold, but not unwelcome. A bit rough, but not completely callused. “And what are you the god of?”    He smiled, a glint appearing in his eyes. “Well, here you refer to me as the God of Mischief and Lies.”    “So that means if I want to go to the cinema and get the children’s discount you would be able to talk them into it?”    “Y/N,” it was Steve’s warning tone.    “Oh come on! You won’t allow me to say that you are actually a hundred years old and get the seniors one. The tickets are fucking expensive!”    “Language!”    The girl showed him his tongue and reverted her gaze back to Loki. “I assume you’re a prince as well.”    “You assume correctly. Though we are adopted,” he looked at Thor who was now in deep conversation with Bucky and walking towards the other brooding super soldier sitting by the counter “I am still considered a royal. And if I am not mistaken you are one of the most feared warriors in all of the nine realms.”    “Can’t say much about the nine realms, but I know at least three of them know my name. Well, my pseudonym, I guess.”    “The bird of flame, who incinerates the sky and leaves nothing but the ash of her enemies behind.”    “Yeah… something like that.”    “Well, I shall make sure not to get on the wrong side of you then.”    Y/N looked him up and down. Menacing, yes, you could clearly see that spark, the want to disobey authority, but Steve and Tony were making it seem like he was completely irredeemable. To her, the man standing in front didn’t seem like someone who would wish to destroy a city inhabited by millions of people. This man looked like he wanted redemption and just a chance to live life like a normal being.    “So,” Y/N went to sit down onto the couch and flipped on the TV while simultaneously pulling off the sweat soaked T-Shirt she had stolen from Bucky, “why do you know who I am and Thor doesn’t? If I’m so infamous I would expect him to recognise the name as well.”    “My brother is an oaf,” Loki chuckled and with a glimmer of green his own clothes changed to something more appropriate for Earth and its insanely hot weather. “And I like to pay attention to things I find magnificent.”    Y/N quirked an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a smooth one.”     “Just stating the facts.”    She snorted right as two hands clamped down on her shoulders startling the girl.    “Fucking hell, Bucky! You know I hate it when you go into stealth mode.”    “Sorry, doll. Didn’t mean to scare you. Steve and I are gonna go down and spar for a bit. Thor is apparently coming with.”    “Ohh,” Y/N put on her best puppy dog eye look, “please kick Cap’s ass for me. Like, go really hard on him. I’d do it myself, but that would mean putting in actual effort to communicate with the guy and right now I’m pissed for what he made me do.”    “Anything for you, love,” Bucky kissed the top of Y/N’s head. “You sure you’re gonna be fine with him alone?” he muttered so that only she could hear, but by the look he was giving Loki, who only smirked and looked at his clasped hands, everyone knew what he was asking.    “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”    “Just… don’t get into too much trouble. Please. For me.”    “Sarge, where would be the fun in life if I didn’t?”    “You wouldn’t have spent three months in the hospital wing.”    “Hey! That was a low blow!” but she was shouting into thin air, as Bucky had already left the room, his bellowing laughter the only answer she got.    “You were hurt?” Y/N looked over at Loki, whose eyebrows had creased and she could detect actual worry in them.    “Even people with superpowers are not invincible,” a sad smile crossed the girl’s face as the memories of pure and utter pain, of the three months, she was more dead than alive, flooded her mind. “And I guess that would be my warning to you as well."    “Warning?”    “We’ll probably be sharing a floor and I have very bad nightmares. Night terrors would be more appropriate. So if you hear screaming, don’t be alarmed. No one is trying to kill me. At least not yet.”    With that Y/N retreated leaving Loki to his own devices. The Trickster couldn’t help but feel a pull towards the girl, he couldn’t help but want to figure out every little piece to the puzzle that she was. So he set it as his mission while he was staying on Earth. The Avengers might still see him as the person who tried to take over a city while under the influence of the Tesseract, but she didn’t seem to care. And to have at least one friend in the universe would be enough for Loki.

***

   The Norse god and Y/N started to grow closer and closer. He felt like someone could finally see the true him and accept every flaw and crack without judgement. Slowly but surely Loki found himself falling for her. A mortal, a Midgardian, but the feelings were undoubtedly there.    She had confided in him after several of her nightmares had woken Loki up. He was there, by her side, calming her racing heart and wiping the tears away. It made him furious about whatever incident or whoever had instilled such fear that at night she could not get proper sleep. Y/N didn’t tell what exactly had happened to produce such terrors, but, even though Loki wanted to dig until there was nothing more to find, he just allowed the girl to find peace within his presence. Such an uncharacteristic thing of how people felt around him.    “You’re the ice to my fire,” she had said one night as her arms had a death grip on his waist. “I don’t know how you do it or what you do, but in the moments when I feel like I am about to explode, you just… pull me off of the ledge.”    “Lokiiiiii!” he was brought back to the present as the girl plopped herself down and into his lap. “Whatcha reading?”    “A book.” He closed the piece of literature and placed it down. Usually, he was fine with courting women, but around Y/N, Loki’s heart would beat a mile a minute.    “So here’s the deal- Bucky has to go on a stupid mission and he’s leaving me alone, even though he promised he’d go with me, but alas, the world is always getting itself in trouble. That is why I wanted to ask you if you want to go with me to this book expo. And you’ve been cooped up in this place for almost three months now.”    “I have been put under house arrest by Stark and Captain Rogers. You know that, Princess.”    “Well as your self-appointed best friend, I lift the arrest for at least one day,” the girl ‘knighted’ him with the side of her palm. “Besides, you’ve been good, not getting in trouble. Or like nothing major.”    Loki’s heart was about to leap out of his mouth. She was looking at him with such a soft gaze, the Y/E/C orbs holding so much love and care. He knew that there was no world he could possibly deserve her.    “Please,” she jutted out her bottom lip and Loki wanted nothing more than kiss her, “pretty please?”    He huffed in mock annoyance and hugged her waist. “How can I say no to that face?”    “Yes!” she jumped up in triumph. “Be ready in twenty minutes.” Y/N dashed out and Loki was about to follow when suddenly a loud crash came from the hallway.    “I’m fine, I’m okay! Go get ready!”    “You’ll be the death of me, woman,” but there was no malice to the words, rather pure and unadulterated love.    Sure enough in twenty minutes time, a very excited Y/N was waiting for the god by the elevator.    “Come on, you snail! All the good ones are gonna be gone if you keep moving so slowly!”    Right as the ding went off and the door opened, the Avenger walked straight into a muscular chest.    “Shit, sorry, Steve.”    “It’s okay,” strong hands gripped onto Y/N as to not let her fall, but all his attention went to the person standing behind her. “And where do you think you’re going?”    “To what is called a book expo with Y/N here. As she has informed me mister Barnes and you are going on a mission, so I’ve come to the rescue and shall be accompanying her.”    “No, you’re not.”    “Steve,” Y/N scolded him, “come on! He’s been good, he hasn’t stepped out of line once.”    The super soldier’s gaze instantly softened when looking at the young woman. She had become like a sister to him, the need to keep her safe and taken care of having become a prominent part of his life now. “I’m afraid that also involves you. We need all hands on deck for this one.”    Y/N groaned in annoyance. “Seriously? I’ve been waiting months for this!”    “Sorry, pumpkin. But it’s bigger than anticipated. And as much as I hate this, we need your help as well, Loki.”    That took the Trickster by surprise. “Mine?”    “Yes, yours. So go and get suited up.”    Loki looked at Y/N whose mood had suddenly changed completely. It was like a dark cloud had settled over the usually happy girl.    “Princ-“ he started, but she cut him off mid-sentence.    “Loki, can I talk to Steve alone? I’ll meet you on the jet.”    He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to know what had suddenly made her go so rigid, but respecting Y/N’s wishes he made the battle armour appear and went to the jet.    “Steve, I’m not ready to go out in the field. Not after that. I know it’s been a while, but I can’t.”    Y/N was on the verge of a panic attack and Cap could clearly see that. “Doll, you’ll be fine. You may not think you aren't well enough to go into the field, but I know you are. And you’ll be right by me, by Bucky’s and Nat’s sides every second of it. I wouldn’t ask you this if it wasn’t necessary.”        “You promise?” she squeezed his palms so tightly he could feel the fire burning through her veins and heat up his own skin. “You promise you’ll be there? Next to me?”    “Every step of the way.”    Her insides were trembling. Y/N wasn’t ready, but the Avengers needed her, so gathering all the nonexistent courage, she went to her room and quickly changed into the fireproof tactical gear specifically designed by Tony and Shuri.    With wobbling legs, she stepped into the hangar and onto the jet which immediately disappeared between the clouds.    Loki was already standing up to ask if she was alright, but it was like he didn’t exist like he was a wall. Y/N walked straight past him and sat down next to Bucky, gripping onto his metal arm.    Jealousy shot through the man. Of course, there would be more going on between the two of them. How could he have been so blind? She was just trying to be nice, to make him feel welcome.    The honorary Avenger scoffed at how he had allowed himself to develop feelings for a simple mortal woman, but as much as he tried to turn his mind to hate, Y/N he couldn’t. Saddened eyes glanced at the girl who had her head on the Winter Soldier’s shoulder.    But what Loki didn’t see was glazed over Y/E/C orbs that were trained on one spot. He didn’t see the white-knuckled grip Y/N had on Bucky’s palm. He didn’t see the shaky lip as she relived the last mission that had almost cost her her life. Loki didn’t hear the reassuring whispers from Bucky as he tried to calm Y/N down. He didn’t hear him try and change her state of mind so that she could focus on the mission and protecting herself. He kept reminding his best friend that he would be right there with her, as would Natasha and Steve. He kept reminding how strong and irreplaceable she was to the team. Which all of it was true, but even Bucky had to admit Y/N wasn’t ready and the glare he threw to where Steve was standing and arguing with Tony about something was enough to express every word racing through his mind.

***

   They arrived way too quickly for Y/N’s liking, but then again, if things had gone the way Y/N had wanted them to, she would be at a book expo with Loki.    “Y/N you’re with me, Nat and Bucky. Tony, Sam I need you high in the sky wiping out the perimeter. Thor, Wanda, Vision you take up the east side, Pietro and Loki, take the west. Rhodey and Clint have the north and the Hulk will be taking care of the south. Everyone got it?”    A chorus of ‘roger that’, ‘yep’ and ‘whatever’ rang through the jet before people piled out and immediately joined in the fight.    “It’s gonna be easy. In and out. You just gotta melt the door. We all will have your back,” Nat put a reassuring palm on Y/N’s shoulder.    “Burn bright, little star,” the redhead said and with that, she rushed out to start and clear the path to the HYDRA base. It was an act for Y/N. All of it. The bravado, the carefree attitude, the person she used to be before her last mission- it was now a completely different version compared to the broken shell of who she had become. But for the others, for the Avengers, for her little dysfunctional family, she would become whoever they needed her to be. For Loki who she had fallen for. Even when her feet stumbled and she almost tripped, when deadly fear gripped her throat so tight she couldn’t breathe, she would do it.    The battle was bloody. No matter how many agents she turned into ash and no matter the number of bullets turned into pure liquid as she made walls of fire appear out of thin air and wove into scorching snakes, Y/N could see only red. And on the inside, an old wound had started to hurt.    It took them a good couple of minutes before they could even get to the entrance of the base. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Loki throwing daggers and using his ice powers to herd off the enemy. She should’ve told him that she had developed a tiny, ginormous crush on the god, but now was not the time to think about that.    “Do your thing, Firebird,” Bucky cheekily smiled and returned to shooting with the rifle, as Steve protected their backs with his shield.    With one last glance at the trickster who had stolen her heart, Y/N turned her full attention to the metal door and placed a palm against it. For a few seconds nothing happened, but then, bit by bit the steel started to glow red and then turned white as it slid down and burned the grass creating a pool of burning silver.    “You’re doing great, doll. We’re almost done,” Bucky covered Y/N’s back with his frame, deflecting bullets with the vibranium palm. “Deep breaths.”    And so she took one, unleashing the fire of a thousand suns. The team themselves barely got out of the way before windows exploded from the blazing flames and bones were charred until even the lightest breeze took them to the sky.    Nat stood up from her crouched down position and kissed Y/N’s cheek. “I love you more and more with every second that I know you.”    The younger girl chuckled, but they had no time to savour the moment so the four set off in a sprint before the base got invaded once more.    Arriving by the correct door took them pretty much no time at all and Y/N once again placed a palm against the cool metal which started to heat up. But something was off, something didn’t feel right. Yet it was already too late. The second the door slid to their waist level a click could be heard and Y/N was thrown back against the wall.    She didn’t slide down, didn’t crumple to her knees, instead her eyes were wide while they beheld the large arrow that had gone through her side and impaled her to the wall.    “Buck?”    Y/N didn’t hear the yells of her teammates who were asking what the hell was going on. Instead, her body disintegrated the bolt and she sagged down to the floor.    “No, no, no, no, no, why did you do that? You know you never remove a knife from a wound. It’s what keeps you from bleeding out. Stark!” The ex-Winter Soldier called out as Cap stood frozen and Nat couldn’t tear her gaze away from the scarlet stream slipping out of Y/N’s body.    “Stark! We need immediate help! Y/N was shot!”    An eerie silence filled the comms, before a quiet ‘what?’ responded.    It sounded like Loki to her. Her Loki. Her friend. The person she loved most. But it could’ve been anyone else in the team, for every sound was muffled, her vision was already going hazy and she could only think of her last mission where the girl was bleeding out on the floor, just like now. Where the fiery magic that flowed through her veins was trying to patch her body up, but couldn’t the bullet that had penetrated her body had been laced with some sort of a resistant, and clearly the arrow had been coated with the same substance, turning her world into nothing but pain.    Y/N’s eyes started to drip closed. Maybe it could be over, maybe she wouldn’t have to trail through the recovery process and she could just peacefully leave. Without regrets. Well one, but then again, what would a god want to do with a mortal.    “Stay with me, Princess. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”    Princess. That is what Loki had started to call her.    “Loki?”    Her speech was already starting to slur, and she could barely feel the pressure someone was keeping on the wound. Green mist surrounded them and everything went quiet. There were no more gunshots, no more yelling, apart from the fading one of her comm. The harsh midday sun had changed its glow and was now only a softly fading yellow gleam, which meant they certainly weren’t at the HYDRA base.    “FRIDAY,” the prince’s voice was filled with fear, “where is doctor Cho?”    “In the med wing. I have informed of your arrival and she is setting up the surgery room.”    Cho? But that meant that they were back home at the tower. Her head lolled to the side, and indeed they were. There was the couch they had sat on and talked endlessly about Shakespeare, just like she had dreamed in beginning. And there was the kitchen island Y/N always laid out food for the team in the weekend mornings, sparing a pile of pancakes for Loki, fresh strawberries adorning the sweet circles.    Y/N blinked and suddenly a cold and harsh surface greeted her back, white lights blinding her for an instant before black hair came back into view.    “You’re not gonna die on, me. Not if I have any say in it.”    It was all too much. She just wanted to let go, Y/N was so exhausted. So she closed her eyes and didn’t open them.

***

   The God of Mischief was not in a good mood whatsoever. He couldn’t help the rage coursing through his freezing veins as Y/N fought for her life in the operating room. The anger was all-consuming, yelling at him to let it out, but what surprised him, even more, was that it was not addressed to any of the Avengers. But at himself. For not being able to deal with his feelings and not admitting to Y/N how much he loved her.    He sat in the waiting area for what seemed like days, pale fingers pulling at the ebony hair, helplessness not being an emotion he knew how to deal with. It was around hour five of Y/N’s surgery when voices invaded the tower.    “-ou she was not ready!” Loki recognised it to be Bucky and he stood up, watching as the dark-haired super soldier entered the hallway, fury written across his features.    “How was I supposed to know it was going to be booby-trapped?” Captain America retorted, pain shining in his own blue eyes accompanied by guilt.    “It’s not about that! It’s about the fact she can barely sleep because of the last time! She is terrified to go anywhere near the armoury in the gym! You know what that mission did to her!”    Loki’s eyes moved between the two friends like ping-pong balls as things started to click.    “I had no choice, Buck! We needed all hands on deck. Do you think I enjoy putting Y/N in danger? Do you think I get any satisfaction that she is in the same position right now as she was after the last mission? That she might not make it?”    That was the wrong thing for Steve to say as it was the last straw for Loki.    “What do you mean she might not make it?” the words came out strained. Two heads whipped to look at the god. They hadn’t noticed the quiet man through their bickering and the shock on Steve’s face was evidence of that.    “Nothing,” he stammered out and then cleared the throat. “She’s gonna be fine. It’s Y/N,” the blond continued, “she always is.”    “Then why,” Loki pointed at Bucky, “does he not seem to agree with you, Captain?”    He was at a dead end and seemed to realise it, so with a deep sigh, Steve hung his head before plopping down onto one of the plush chairs. ”Because in the last mission she almost did die. And the arrow, which that time was a simple bullet... but it was enough… it was coated in a substance that stops any regeneration of cells. Cuts, bruises, stab-wounds- no matter how little, once that poison makes itself present in your body- any injury can become deadly. Hell, you can die from a paper-cut. Y/N…” Steve threw his head back and looked at the ceiling as his mind went back to what was now almost six months ago. “She got shot. Took a bullet for Wanda. It grazed her heart. It took Helen and Bruce twenty-six hours to get her to a state that was somewhat better than dead-and-done. She was in a coma for two months before whatever was present in her system was flushed out. What used to take her two days tops to heal, took her a month. PTSD has been a bitch ever since then… but you already knew that…”    Tears slipped down the soldier’s cheeks as he remembered that horrible time. “And with it now being an arrow that went completely through her body…”    He couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t bring himself to. But Loki wasn’t listening, his eyes saw nothing but the metal doors that lead to the room where Y/N would either be saved or she’d never open her eyes again.    “If she dies,” Loki sneered, flaming green gaze looking at Steve, “her blood will be on your hands. And with it the rest of the worlds. Because you can be sure, I will burn everything to the ground and leave nothing in its wake.”    The god didn’t even look at Steve’s sagging shoulders before he left the two soldiers.

***

   Miraculously Y/N had pulled through. Barely though. It had taken Cho and twenty other doctors eighteen hours to stabilise what could be stabilised. Now it was a waiting game. To see if the girl’s body could flush the poison out or would she succumb to it.    For five months Loki sat by her side day and night. Tony, obviously had given Y/N the best room possible, which included a shower the trickster utilised. He couldn’t be bothered to go back to his apartments, to see the still lingering remnants of their last night spent together. There were still two empty teacups on the floor as well as their unfinished books from a night full of talking and laughter.    He had taken Y/N’s and brought it to her hospital room. She’d want to read it when she woke up, was what Loki had said to himself when making the small distance to the med wing. The thought of ‘if she woke up’ was pushed to the furthest corner of his mind. Because if she didn’t, mercy would not exist. Not from him.

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
   Admit impediments. Love is not love
   Which alters when it alteration finds,
     Or bends with the remover to remove:
     O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
     That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
     It is the star to every wandering bark,
     Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

   Loki’s voice was smooth as it carried the words through the air. Green orbs traced each letter with care and diligence until a soft groan invaded the stillness of the room. Immediately he was up on his feet, face hovering over Y/N’s to see if there had been even the slight change. But nothing. Not a soft flutter of her eyelashes or a small part of the lips.    He shook his head, gaze returning to the poetry book. The god’s mind must have been playing tricks, making him hear what he wished to hear. But then his heart almost leapt out of his chest when a hoarse ‘turn it off’ came from Y/N.    “Darling?” hope laced the little word, tears threatening to spill from his eyes if it turned out to be simply a figment of his imagination.    “Please,” her mouth moved. “Turn it off.”    Loki laughed, grasping her palm and feeling her warm fingers embrace his. “Welcome back, love.”    A soft smile graced her face as finally, after almost twenty weeks of not seeing Y/N’s glimmering orbs, they opened up and gazed into his.    “Hey, Loki,” her look was so gentle he almost kissed her then and there. “Can you please turn it off. I just want five more minutes.”    “Turn what off?” The Asgardian was confused, looking around the room to find what was causing her discomfort.    “That annoying beeping. It’s making my head hurt.”    The answer made him chuckle and against his better judgement he pressed his lips to her forehead. “That’s your heartbeat, love. We can’t turn it off.”    “Then maybe just make it a tad bit quieter,” Y/N whispered back, life having returned to the girl’s form full force.    “How do you propose we do so?”    “I would say you moving a bit further away would be a great start. It’s not easy to keep my heart steady when the proximity of your face is making it beat faster.”    The boldness of the statement made Loki pull back and look into Y/N’s eyes.    “Am I making you nervous?” He gave the woman a confident smirk, but in truth, he was breathless to the point of being dizzy. The god’s brain couldn’t comprehend the fact she was being so honest and blunt about her feelings. That she could possibly reciprocate.    “You know,” her fingers squeezed his and Loki felt warmth rush through his veins, “for being the God of Lies you sure as hell are shit at spotting when people are desperately hiding their feelings, let alone acting as if they possess none.”    Loki’s mouth opened and closed like a fish’s out of the water. “You didn’t say anything,” was what he was able to come up with. If he could’ve, he would’ve facepalmed himself, but Y/N’s small laughter brought him back to reality right when her palm grasped around the collar of his green silken shirt and pulled him down.    Her lips moved against his in lazy pace, allowing the pair to enjoy and memorise every second of the sweet kiss. Only when Y/N broke them apart, taking a deep gulp of air did Loki realise what had just happened. And it made tears spring to his eyes.    “I thought I lost you,” he choked out, looking over at the woman whose joyful expression had morphed into that of a frown. “I thought I would have to go on with my life having been unable to confess, to kiss you. To show that I love you.”    Y/N’s hand moved to cup Loki’s jaw as she tenderly stroked his cheek with her thumb.    “Then from now on I want you to know- I love you Loki. And whatever happens, I’ll always pull through.” She smiled before pressing their lips together again. “After all, I now have one more reason to live.”    A faint smirk etched itself on Loki’s face as she wiped away one last tear. “And what is that, Princess?”    “You, my Prince.”

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So confident part 4 : With great power comes great responsibility.

Peter Parker x reader Warnings : torture but nothing hardcore, swearing, as always.

Words : 3K A/N : at the end (big thanks to @double-leo for following me all the way through this; you’re the best)

part 1 part 2 part 3

Iron Man turned around and he told the other two : "Take the guards, I'll fight the Big Villain." They both nodded and flew away. "I guess it's just you and me", he declared after putting on his mask and flying on top of him. "Anthony Stark. Just the man I was looking for. People were saying that this little guy was your protege. Bingo !", the man answered and pat-pated Peter's head. "Who are you ?", the metallic voice of Iron Man asked. "I'm Enzo Magrest, pleased to meet you !", he replied with an evil smile. He got up, placing his arm around Peter's throat to immobilise him and his hand on Peter's head. Tony was about to throw a missile on Enzo but you screamed and ran between them to stop him. "Don't do it Mr Stark ! He can burn him alive if he wants !". You showed the scales on your wrist. "You're brave and smart, young girl ! But...that won't stop me ! You see, you look a lot like my sister, Erin. She was beautiful and brave just like you... But she's dead.", Enzo stopped, with a bitter smile that seemed more like a gimmick. "She was so young, and she died. She died because of so called heroes. You don't even know who she was because, you heroes, don't care about the damage you make. You're all excused because you did it to protect us. But where were you when my sister needed protection ? You just threw a fucking bomb and prayed that it wouldn't land on somewhere inhabitated !" Tony felt the weight of the world falling suddenly on his shoulders. How ? How was it possible ? He had checked everything before throwing this test bomb. How ? Magrest yelled as his palm became red and his orange power touched Peter's arm.

He screamed. When Enzo departed from Peter, Tony pushed you and threw his missile. "Sorry kiddo !", he excused. He didn't touch Magrest. You rushed to the young boy and took his arm. "Peter ! Are you ok ?" "It's like my powers can't heal it correctly !", he exclaimed, holding his arm. "Why is that ?", you asked, puzzled. "I-I don't know ! Karen, can you analyze my arm ?", he questioned the AI. "It seems that you have a three degree burn but you don't have the signs. You should normally receive a transplant but...you don't need it. I don't understand how his power works.", the AI declared after a short examination. You were about to ask him what the robot was saying but Peter stopped you with a gesture of his hand. "Alright, and what about the scales ?" "Impossible to say, it could stay for a week or the rest of my life". "The rest of...! Alright, I need to focus on something else." Meanwhile, Tony was fighting Enzo, but his attacks were stopped by a shield he created thanks to his power. Peter escorted you out of the room. "Stay here, I'll help Mr Stark." "No way ! You stay here or I come, I know how to fight !", you declared with your bad ass look. "Listen y/n, I don't have time too speak, you're not trained enough, stay here." He flew away, leaving you alone in the corridor.

When Peter came back to the room, the only difference he noticed was that Enzo had been hurt at the left leg. They were still fighting, none of them capable of taking over the other one. Vision and War Machine were fighting guards outside. They were so much. Vision got hurt by one of them and Rodhes flew to him to protect him. Peter came to help them too. He webbed a guard with a taser web, making him fall to the ground. "Go in Spider, Stark needs you, I can take them." Peter nodded and rushed in to help Tony. He stopped an attack of Enzo. "Mr Stark, what are the effects of his magic on your armor ?" "It gets through it and burns me." Enzo was smirking. With Peter, they seemed to be taking over Magrest. But suddenly Enzo launched his power to Peter while he was flying past him, causing the teen to fell to the ground. Magrest immediately jumped on him and took him as a shield. Iron Man was forced to stop and fell on the floor. "Leave the kid out of this, he doesn't have anything to do about that. Why can't we speak about that around a good coffee ?" Peter's suit eyes frowned and Magrest snorted. "Hey ! At least I tried the easy way. Listen, I could give you the amount of money my bomb destroyed." A bitter laugh escaped Enzo's mouth. "Is it this way that you bought the government silence ? I tried to sue you but there was no way. Do you think your money will get me rid of this power I never asked ? Do you think it will bring back my little Arianna ?!", he screamed, out of his mind. He calmed down and said coldly : "No, I will make you live the same nightmare I lived. I will burn this boy you seem to cherish so much in front of you and then I will kill you." He was still holding Peter, Tony was staring at this sweet boy that was unfairly involved in some past mistakes he had made. "Let him go. Let him go and you can have me." Peter's eyes widened. "NO ! No, Mr Stark you can't do that !" Magrest roared : "Enough !", he then smiled. "I admire your courage and your self-sacrifice, but unfortunately...that's not what I've planned."

You were in a perpendicular corridor and you could still hear the sound of the fights. Of course you were determined to disobey Peter's order to wait here, arms crossed without doing nothing, but you weren't reckless enough to jump into action without a proper way to fight. You observed around you and found a fallen guard. Perfect. You took a weapon that was lying next to him. It was a staff. "How do you work ?" You turned the stick in your hand and found a button that when pushed, light it up in blue. "Awesome !", you exclaimed, with sparkling eyes. You mentally thanked your martial arts teacher that taught how to fight a staff. You turned the corner and was nearly hit by a War Machine projectile. With a gesture of your wrist, you disarmed a soldier that was trying to shoot Vision and you electrocuted him. "That weapon is amazing !" "Watch out kid !", Rhodes screamed. You dodged the attack coming from behind you by kneeling and planted the stick in the guard's chest. Another man was approaching with a gun. You ran to him in zigzagging in front of him so that he wouldn't aim you. You jumped and threw your feet on his chest and slapped him with the stick. "Hey, you're actually good with this thing !", James yelled as he was shooting missiles. You nodded and decided to look what was happening inside. You headed to the entering and your heart skipped a beat. Peter was in Enzo's arms again. But that wasn't just it. He was promising Tony that he would torture the poor boy. You didn't think twice : taking advantage of the element of surprise and since Magrest was back to you, you raised your stick and hit him at the end of his back. This caused him to drop Peter, but unfortunately the a-hole was resistant and very quick. He took you from behind him and threw your in front of him. Your lungs stopped for some seconds and before you'd knew it, Magrest put his hands on your shoulders and burnt you. All happened in a second. It was nothing compared to the little scales you had on your wrist. That, that was pure pain. You screamed so loud you could rip of your vocal chords, uninterrupted, tears filling your eyes. Your vision blurred. In the same time Enzo managed to create a shield around both of you. Peter tried to hit the shield but it was just burning him, yet he continued, screaming your name. Enzo looked down at you and he gasped. The shield broke, and he fell on his knees, sobbing and gripping you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...I should have..." You started to breathe again, your lungs hurting you. Peter were crying but Tony got there first. He tried to take you away from Enzo, but his eyes widened and he clamped you tighter. "Don't touch Arianna !", he growled, like an animal protecting his child, and he threw a projectile on Iron Man's armor, causing him to fall on the ground, hurt. Peter used the distraction to web Enzo head and he threw a web  took your body in the air and landed on the ceiling, out of breath. Magrest escaped the web and started to run out of the room. "Mr Stark !", Peter yelled, pointing the escaping man. Spider-man jumped on the ground and checked you while Tony went after Enzo. You saw Peter's face in front of you. He was inspecting every inch of your skin. "Y/n, can you hear me ? Are you alright ? How do you feel ? This is all my fault, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry !", he cried. "I'm okay...Peter. None of this...is your fault, don't worry." "I'm never leaving you again", he raged. "Help me getting up." "Are you insane ? You're staying here !" "My teacher of martial arts taught to always stand up after falling, it's better for your body." The AI voice sounded in Peter's suit. "She's right Peter, at the seen of her wound, she should rise." The sweet boy sighed and helped you getting up. "But you're staying here !" "Don't be silly, I can move so can I fight !" Before he could say anything, your hand reached the stick and you positioned it under Peter's throat. "See ?" He sighed again and rushed out. You followed him. The truth was...you didn't hurt that much anymore. Weird. You went out of the room and found chaos. Rhodey and Vision were still fighting guards, now helped by Tony. Rnzi was nowhere to be seen. Peter took your hand and squeezed it. "Be prudent." You nodded with a smile and plunged into the fray, hitting and dodging everything you could. You had found another weapon, an electric gun, that allied with your stick was deadly. You thought of a way to disarm people, by placing your stick in the arm of the guard then turning it alongside the arm to twist and electrocute at the same time. Peter was amazed. You were...so bad ass. He jumped behind you and told you : "You know you're actually really sexy when you fight bad guys ?" "Who would have thought that Peter I couldn't flirt if my life depends on it Parker could indeed only flirt in the middle of a freaking fight ?" "I'm not flirting, I'm...stating things !", he replied while webbing a guard. You laughed. "You're impossible !" "I wouldn't have thought neither that you could fight this well. You're amazing." You stared at him, and even if he was wearing his mask, you knew he was too. "Stop looking at me like that, you make me nervous !" "Like what ?", you laughed, electrocuting a bad guy. "Like you want to kiss me !" "Oh that's because I really want to kiss you !", you answered with a giggle. Thanks God I'm wearing my mask, Peter thought. I'm a blushing mess. "Likewise", he murmured to you hear before flying away. "Come back right here, you coward !" Suddenly, there was a deafening alarm that sounded. "What is this Mr Stark ?", Peter asked. "Nothing good ! Run outside ! Now !" You felt that you were lifted from the ground and saw that Vision was grabbing you in his arms to fly away. Tony did the same with Peter. They all evacuated the building ad fast as they could. Outside, the Quinjet was waiting for you and the Avengers all landed inside. A feminine voice asked if we were all here and Tony confirmed. It immediately flew away. The last thing you saw before being surrounded by clouds was the building you were standing in less than a minute before exploding.

You were standing in the kitchen of the Avengers Tower, surrounded by all of them. They were having a discussion about what happened, Tony narrating the story. "After that, he disappeared. I'm sure he is the one that triggered the alarm. He probably burned with the explosion. But we have to stay careful." You cleared your throat and said : "I don't think he...died. His ability to burn things, he survived a bomb and a fire...I'm pretty sure he's still out there", you concluded. Everyone was watching you and you couldn't help yourself but feel a bit nervous. Just a bit. And it was more a excited-nervous kind of nervous. "See what we've got here ! Clever, beautiful, strong, brave, sweet...Don't let her slip through your fingers Pete !", Tony said as he elbowed Peter. You flushed and Peter too. "Look how cute they are !", Wanda exclaimed with a smile and "aaawn" face. Peter took your hand and pulled you out of the room. "Yeah well, I'm going to make her visit my room, alright ?", he asked without waiting for an answer.

Peter's room wasn't as big as you've expected, probably because he wasn't really living here. "You room is...cool", was all you could say. Not big as you've expected but still bigger than any room you'd ever have, and with everything a teen could ever wish for. "You're being pampered !" He laughed, rubbing the back of his head with a hand. "About before..." "Before when Pete ? When I kissed you back on the roof ? Or when I discovered you were Spider-man ? Or you're maybe talking about when you flirted ?" you said with a playful smile. "Will you stop ?" he asked with a desperate smile. "Stop what ?", you replied, getting closer. He was starting to blush. "You're so pretty when you blush. All your freckles come out even more and your eyes seem to light up." "And you're beautiful always. When you are focused at school and you frown because you doesn't understand what Mr Schwar is saying; when you speak about something that you're passionate about and you move your hands and your eyes enlighten; when you stare at me and I feel like I could drown in your eyes; when you fight bad guys and your face is all red and you display a look that could kill; when you are just happy and you smile it seems that the temperature rose from 15°C to 1 000. God y/n, you're so beautiful that I could die." You wanted to cry, this was just...pure and sweet. "Wow", was all you could say. "I- I just want to kiss you and know you are safe. When Enzo was torturing you...", his voice broke. He passed a hand on the scales you had on the shoulders. His touch was light and full of sweetness. You stared at his hand brushing your skin and you rose your eyes and met his. "You know, I got to kiss Spidey back then, on the rooftop, but I never kissed Peter..." Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, gently kissing you. Your hands cupped his face as he was caressing your hair. You broke apart. You took his hand, playing with his fingers. "Sorry to interrupt lover birds..." Clint was behind the door. "How long have you been there ?", Peter exclaimed. "Long enough. Your declaration was very moving by the way." Peter rolled his eyes and declared : "Privacy. Is this word absent of the vocabulary of the people living in this house ?" "Pretty much, yeah. But hey, don't get me wrong, I would have spared the sight of two teens snogging, I just didn't want to interrupt your first kiss, I mean, your second if I've understood well ?" "Mind. Your. Business, for God's sake !", Peter cried. "Aaaanyway, we need you back there, come on." He left without waiting for you. "I'm sorry", Peter declared turning to you. "About what ?", you left a small peck on his lips, "I find them funny and sweet. They care about you. Come on !" Peter sighed and grabbed your hand.

"You want me to what ?", you exclaimed, shocked. "Y/n, you showed us that you were very capable of defending yourself and you seem to be a really brilliant kid. Of course, you should train some more before being properly able to fight, but what you did was amazing !", Tony declared with a proud smile. Your hand was still locked with Peter's. You turned to him. He seemed at the same time worried and excited. He was staring at you, waiting for your answer. "I-I don't know Mr Stark, I can't say..." You were alone with Anthony Stark and Peter in what seemed to be the common room. "You tell me kiddo, if course you can refuse, but I could build you a uniform and light weapons, just as I did with Peter. I think the boy could need some company." You were speechless. The possibility of you patrolling New York with Peter scared the crap out of you and amazed you at the same time. "It would do much responsibilities..." "With great power comes great responsibility", Peter said, squeezing your hands. "I...accept. But on one condition : I won't be a superhero like you, Pete. I will come to help when really needed and from time to time. I have a family and a lot of other things to do. I want to study and I want to continue my piano lessons and have a normal teenage life." "This...is very wise of you y/n. You keep on surprising me", Tony said with a smile. "I'm so proud of my girl !", Peter proclaimed with an awed face. "I'm your girl now ?", you asked teasing him. "I-I mean, if that's ok with you and if you want to, otherwise that's fine, of course, I don't want to pressure you..." You exchanged a look with Tony and you both rolled your eyes. "Of course I want it dummy !", you exclaimed, hugging him. Peter smelled a new perfume. The one of new shared adventures, night up building weapons and cuddling in front of the TV, the perfumes of a future of possibilities, together.

A/N : This took me so long to write but it aches a bit to leave these characters ! I grew attached to this powerful reader. I would love to narrate all their adventures and everything but sometimes the best things are the ones that dont last too long, right ? Only sometimes though 😉 Also because it was my first serious and well-written one I feel a bit nostalgic...😂

Taglist : @double-leo @potus-megan @farfromjustordinary @mnemosymedream (please tell me if you want to be tagged in all of my writings, I need to know if it bothers you or not)

Congratulations, ROGUE! You’ve been accepted for the role of BEATRICE.  Admin Rosey: Oh my sweet goodness, there has never been such excitement thrumming in me. While reading this application, I was exposed to new facets of Brielle that I had never seen before. There’s a certain intrigue that you breathe into her, Rogue, a certain amount of strength that is further highlighted by the gentleness of her speech. You captured her voice so vividly, throwing in the smatterings of Russian just add a genuineness to her that makes me smile. The lyricism of your writing, the hold that you have of her character...I couldn’t be happier to add Brielle to our ranks. Please, be gentle when ruining us with her. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Rogue.

Age | Twenty-One.

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her.

Activity Level | I’m as active as the roleplay I’m in. I generally do any replies I get within the day I receive them unless things are insane irl.

Timezone | PST.

Current/Past RP Accounts | Oh god I haven’t played in like… years? I’ve played with Rosey in the past so she knows somewhat how I am. I found one from OSB! I don’t remember my other urls laksjfd.

In Character

Character | Beatrice / Brielle King.

What drew you to this character? | When I was going through the bios, that very first sentence of hers stood out to me. There’s something wonderful about a laugh so charming and vivacious the whole world stops to listen. This might sound strange but I’ve also been on a kick with D&D of wanting to play the courtier background, which to me is always more interesting than the noble background. Nobles are trapped by prestige, by attention, and by duty. Courtiers have none of that. They play the politics, they learn the game, and they try their best not to die surrounded in opulence and glory they can never reach. What I liked about Brielle is that she is wise enough to know how to promote her own interests, independent enough to seek freedom yet damaged enough to do it by hopping from one cage into another. There is a sense of inevitability to her in spite of how much she seems to believe in more, like a train coming quickly from behind. I like the ‘sweet when she has to be, fierce when she needs to be’ type.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | — Brielle stands at a sort of precipice, both settled in and a recent addition in a city as beautiful as it is deadly. All her life, all her line, all her blood has been devoted to is the needs and desires of others, in spite of the moments and choices she’s carved out for herself. In fair Verona, she is attached but she is also free in a way she has never been, for it is easier to disobey a lord ruler than to disobey a father, and she’s done the latter for years, hasn’t she? Loyalty is something that is earned. There are those individuals within the system who have earned it from her, and for that, she will keep her peace. The for nowis left unsaid but it beats like a war drum beneath her tongue, watching, wondering, curious of what happens the moment she chooses to push. Will she take that great leap into things unknown? How long can she rattle the bars of her cage before they break or are reinforced? Will she fall into depravity or be pulled into the light? The thing about the Montagues is that sometimes, their intentions are noble, and sometimes noble deeds are the furthest from their minds. Eventually, she will need to choose just how obedient she is, and just how filthy her hands can be. I would love to see her pulled between those two through various means.

— There is a moment in the bio that I really like, sort of related to my first idea but more specific. It mentions her hands having shed no blood, and that is something I would love to explore. The title of solider is not given without some expectation of violence on the behalf of the holder, and running drugs is not always easy. When Brielle runs into complications, how does she handle them? When she is required to make others submit to the rule of the Montagues, how does she accomplish that without bloodshed? She must be smarter and work twice as hard as someone who would use the threat of violence and back it up, but eventually, that might not be enough. She’s too new to have been asked to kill, but it’s only a matter of time, if what she hears about Catherine is to be believed. Brielle isn’t quite the paragon of commitment Catherine is; she’s far too cynical to believe that she can always maintain the principles of her old life. If the gun is in her hand and a Montague’s voice in her ear, can she do it? Can she pull the trigger and damn her soul when she isn’t even sure of its existence anymore?

— Brielle is nothing if not ambitious, and I would certainly like to explore that. She’s crossed enemy lines and made ties not just with Montagues, but with a Capulet. That opportunity is certain to interest her. She’s never been content to play second fiddle and let someone else do the difficult jobs, and I imagine the first time that Catherine Daly mentioned the idea of an emissary, it intrigued her. Something that called to the parts of her that loved the game and the parts of her that loathed the bloodshed, in equal measure. Unlike her friend, Brielle will not let her sense of fair play interfere with what needs to be done. If she favors the outcome, she knows that sometimes, a bad deed equals a brighter tomorrow. Negotiation is about compromise, and Brielle is quite clear on where she stands. She has compromised herself, once, twice, a thousand times, choosing again and again to delve into darkness and difficulty rather than letting those around her coddle her. In order to obtain that coveted position, she’ll need to find a way to make herself useful beyond the mere tasks required of soldiers. But then, hasn’t she always been invaluable? Hasn’t she always been more than mere anything? Soon, everyone will know it.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | I don’t mind my character dying, though I would appreciate the opportunity to play her for a bit beforehand. If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound? If a character without deep connections dies, does anyone feel it? etc.

In Depth

Please choose between the interview or the para sample.

What is your favorite place in Verona? | Brielle knows the politically expedient answer, and it waits on the tip of her tongue, her lips curving slightly. Yet at the last moment, she stumbles, divulging the truth as a means of endearment. She isn’t sure why her superiors feel the need for these little anecdotal meetings, but she’s positive that her answers will determine her future. If she lies, she will need to lie well, and spend that coin on answers that matter rather than things like this trifle.

❝ I enjoy spending time with my horses, ❞ she answers with that soft smile that’s fooled more than one who dared underestimate her. Moye solnyshko, her father called her, even as he cried when she told him she was leaving him behind. Said with love and said with betrayal, it mattered to her only in that he was so naive, not to see what was burning in her from the start. ❝ Some say our dear Verona has the most beautiful stables in the world, and I see they are right. ❞ There are those who call Russian a cold, harsh language, but they have never heard Brielle speak it. When her accent hovers lovingly over Verona’s every syllable, it is clear that there is warmth in the Russian sun just as bright as any other star.

What does your typical day look like? | One leg crosses over the other as she studies the art lining the walls for a moment, her high ponytail swishing long, dark hair over her shoulder. Her elbow rests against her knee, chin cupped in one delicate hand, and for all the world, she looks like some sort of fey portraiture. ❝ I’m usually best used as a runner, ❞ she begins, fingers tapping against her cheek in a soft rhythm. ❝ Either messages or product, sometimes both. I receive my orders and carry them out, no matter when they come in or what I’m doing. That’s the job, and why I’m good at it. ❞

This last is said with a cocky sort of smile, the kind so often found on the faces of those too young to have been laid low and accepted it. It can look a little different on a thousand faces, and on hers it’s full to the brim with infectious vigor, her eyes crinkling at the corners. ❝ When I am not doing that job, I tend to my other one. Horses are demanding business, and racing requires practice and discipline. It leaves little time for leisure, though I won’t say no to a Tamora at The Two Gentlemen, generally speaking. ❞

What has been your biggest mistake thus far? | Some people are ashamed of their mistakes. She has a lot of pride, yes, but Brielle is lucky enough to be proud of those too. Every nick and scar on her body is a mark of pride and power, a spark in the bonfire of her life. Truthfully, she’s young enough and wise enough to know that her best and worst mistakes are still to come, but she’ll carry those too, and she’ll grow. Adaptability is everything.

So it’s with surprising ease that she answers. ❝ I was thirteen the first time one of myhorses broke their leg. It is a fact of life, especially breeding horses for racing. I had seen it before, but it was distant from me. I did not have to feel it as I did with Ippolit when he buckled beneath me. The doctors make their decision quickly, but it was Father who usually finished it. ❞ Her eyes trace the carpet with precision. Sometimes, things that are easy can still be painful. ❝ He was absent that day, buying for our masters, and the task fell to me. In the end, they gave me a choice: my gun, or their needles. ❞

Her gaze shifts up with an almost violent jerk of the head. ❝ I was a girl. I loved Ippolit. I turned away, and he died without me, in the arms of strangers, alone, and afraid. That, I think, was my biggest mistake. ❞ The steadiness in her is unnerving. In this moment she isinfernus, the blazing conviction of someone still carrying a bruise on their heart. ❝ Never let anyone else kill something you care about. If it must die, put it down by your own hand. That was my lesson, and my mistake. ❞

What is the most difficult task asked of you? | She tilts her head with coquettish amusement. ❝ The most difficult task asked of any woman worth a damn: to put herself away into a box made by someone else. ❞ There is something ironic in that, considering the way she’s tied herself up here in Verona. She cuts that off at the knees: ❝ If I’m going to bind myself to something, it ought to be my choice. ❞

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues? | Brielle licks her lips, very well aware that the chair she sits in, the house she currently boards in, and her very life is paid for by the Montagues. She certainly doesn’t imagine they expect any genuine answers to this, even if someone did have an opinion which clashed with the opinion of the familia. Therefore, her answer is something of a routine. As it should be.

❝ I believe in the righteous house of Montague. I won’t say I’ve never passed the time of day to a Capulet soldier, but at the end of the day, war is war, and we are players in a grand game. I understand my place. ❞

I didn’t have much time to put this together as I’m going on a bit of a voting bender tonight and am trying to get in before next acceptances, but I did go through and create a tag for quotes I associate with Brielle.

THE VALENTINE BROTHERS SEVI. I DIDNT THINK THAT JAN WAS SO /gestures/ THAT IN THE REAL SERIES BUT HE IS AND IM DYING. The freaking, Konami code. I'm so happy. And WALTER, BEING A BADASS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Poor Seras tho..... Her bed ;u; give the girl her bed back.... (This has turned into a spam live blogging I'm so sorry;;)

Okay so I’m on episode 5 since ive been binging so hard and I am a concern its all gone to hell Sevi. London is fucked and i am worried about walter hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. vanwinke was really great tho. Also why does the scythe wielding person have to be a Nazi they’re so hot /sobs/             

HOLY CRAP THE MASSIVELY UNIMPRESSED LOOK ON INTEGRA’S FACE AS ANDERSON AND HIS CREW GO NUTS HAS ME SOBBING. Integra for biggest bamf alive holy he’ll. They’re a going nuts and shes just ‘having fun there I’m guessing?’ With the most bored and unimpressed expression. What a legend

Okay so has Maxwell always been this insane. Like. He’s literally starting a new crusade to murder all the people ever like. Im. The only one around him with any sanity is the little bowl cut kid that give him the papers. Alucard on that ship has me mentally singing back in black. He’s coming back to start a party. Also Integra giving zero fucks has me living. The cigar scene is so hilarious. They fear her power, too strong. And JFC ANDERSON, SAVAGELY BURNED YOUR OWN PEOPLE HOLY CRAP.     

Holy only did the scythe person invest all their skill points in illusion magic or something omg. And my girl Seras being the biggest BADASS!!!            

I now rescind what I said aboud the scythe person. No longer hot and I’m no longer sad that theyre a naiz. Rest in hell you sack of garbage. Stupid ass hand magic. You did my girl, and pip dirty. Also also, me @ this series in general: go to hell you did not need to do that to my soul. Why did you make me love these mercs and then do this to me. Why. Pip…. Why are you so loveable… I am also even more concerned about walter (I’m on ep 7 btw)      

Yep scythe person opinion is infinity rescinded. Gonna stab them personally.   

I am not okay. PIP YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE HELL WHY. YOU JUST HAD TO GO FOR THE KISS TO MAKE THINGS EVEN MORE PAINFUL   

Oh wow Seras has a berserker rage mode holy shit and FUCKING DAMMIT PIP YOU GOOD MAN I HATE AND LOVE YOU YOU DEUS EX LAST SECOND AAAAAGGGGRRRRAASSSGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS SERIES IS KILLING ME                

 Maxwell is really just murdering everyone eh? While the major stand like a conductor on his blimp. I cannot wait until our home group turns them into mulch.                            

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DID THEY DO TO WALTER WHAT DID THEY DO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA        

Holy shit one million respect points to Anderson for calling Maxwell out on his shit. What the hell I love Anderson so much he’s such a good. ALSO THE BOY IS BACK IN TOWN THE BOY IS BACK IN TOWN /guitar solo/ It’s all gone insanse and im having the best and worst time hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhb       

Oh man shits getting real Alucard is about to to absolutely beast mode I can feel it. He’s saying the bird of Hermes stuff             

OH BABY HE HAS PEOPLE BACK FROM THE DEAD WHAT HOT DAMN IT’S ALL GONE INSANSE ALUCARD HAS EATEN SO MANY PEOPLE OMG. WHAT THE SHIT HES SO HOT NOW. You know I should have seen this twist coming, his real identity and all but like. They’re so different wtf. This has gone off the rails in the best of ways                 

Wow Maxwell’s death… Almost hurt????? Damn dude. Also Anderson is just. Really good. I love him so much now.    

Damn this fight between alucard and Anderson is so good holy shit and they’re having such fun it looks like??? This is so fun I’m loving it. Anderson has gone a bit nuts tho. And I have a bad feeling          

I MUST REITERATE, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO WALTER. WHAT THE FUCK. NO.    

They should rename Anderson to the human slap chop at this rate. He’s so determined it’s incredible. AND HIS BACKUP STAYED AWWWWWWWWWW Aannnd I think they’re naruto running I am sobbing over this. Also i wanna punch the major in the face. Make him eat my fist.         

What the actual fuck is happening I don’t. I’m so confused and upset Sevi. Why did this have to happen. (Okay one episode to go I think)    

Everything has gone incredibly wrong and I don’t like it. Alucard and Seras are on fire and Anderson has just done whatever the fuck he did???? AND NOW ALUCARD HAS JUST GONE BEAST MODE??? I CAN’T. THIS SERIES NEEDS TO CALM DOWN.    

NO ALUCARD IS SOBBING NOW WHY BOO. DAMMIT ANDERSON WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS. ALUCARD IS A DEPRESSED ASSHOLE ANDERSON STOP TAUNTING HIM. THIS SERIES NEEDS TO STOP HURTING ME                             

WHAT THE FUCK WHY ANDERSON STOP THIS YOU’RE HURTING ME       

I am in pain     

WALTER WHAT THE FUCK       

FUCKING NAZIS BRAINWASHED WALTER OR WHATEVER I’M SO MAD

JFC WALTER WHAT KIND OF ATTITUDE ARE YOU COPPING NOW YOU BITCH   

WALTER WHAT THE SHIT ARE YOU DOING, WHY HAVE YOU TURNED INTO AN EDGY MURDRY EMO          

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW    

 Man Integra and Seras are a pair of badasses. I’m so set for them to kill the major. Also the high coat guy intrigues me. I wanna know what his deal is. Is he a werewolf. I feel like he is. Also what’s up with that long ass pistol. That can’t be practical. YEP HE IS A WOLF THINGY I WAS RIGHT. Alucard is just summoning a tsunami of blood now. Alrighty then. And now I am worried since the major is happy about that.

Oh damn the captain guy is a big ass wolf. And also, I am very concern about Alucard. PIP YOU BACK FROM THE DEAD AGAIN JACKASS I LOVE YOU GO BEST TAG TEAM EVER!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

THE CAPTAIN IS HELPING HIS FOES WHAT. THIS WOLF MAN IS SO STRANGE I LIKE HIM

PIP MANIFESTED????? THE FUCK???? IM???? AND THE WOLF GUY WAS HAPPY TO DIE????? IM???????? SHIT?????? THIS HURTS?????

Wow cheating asshole major with his glass box. I want him to die. AND HE’S GONNA DO WHAT?????? OH FUCK THE CAT GUY I AM A FRIGHTEN

I am so worried and don’t like this.

Wow now I feel kinda bad for Walter. I mean, I’m still mad at him but. I want to major to die. Can I stab him. Please

OH BOY I DON’T LIKE THIS

Oh no he’s stuck in different realities now isn’t he fuck

Oh no    

HAH AT LEAST THE DOCTOR DIED. GET FUCKED. Fuck did they desecrate a woman’s bones I am so lost now. I am too tired for this. DAMMIT WALTER STOP MAKING ME FEEL THINGS YOU ASS. I need to lay down this hurts too much. Everyone’s dead and I am in pain. And kinda nauseous from it. OH SHIT THAT ONE VATICAN PERSON WHO WAS SHOT DIDN’T DIE. SJDJDJSJSISUD INTEGRA LYING TO PENWOODS GRANDSON IM DYING. Fuck I am in pain. And-FUCKER IS HE BACK. STOP TOYING WITH ME SERIES. STOP THIS. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD                                                                                                                                                             

Okay, so, for people wondering: That were 41 asks right there. Quick apology to mobile users, but I had to collect all these, this, this is awesome. Ti, you mad person, did you freaking watch all of the series in one sitting?! XD I love you dude. I just had the time of my life reading through this.

To point a few things out in answer to this:

1) Integra is the most badass in this entire series, you got that absolutely right

2) Walter was NOT brainwashed, a fact he was very adamant about. He decided on his very own that he wanted to betray Hellsing so that he would get a fair chance in fighting Alucard (something he had wanted to do for fifty years) since he’s a vampire hunter and Alucard is THE vampire, and Walter just… misses the battlefield? After staying a simple Butler for all this time. Millenium merely gave him vampire powers so he could revert to younger years so that he may have a chance fighting Alucard.

3) Yes you may stab the Major, go for it

4) The captain wanted to die, so he helped Seras and Pip out by giving them silver (kills werewolves) and laughing in his death. It seems as if he was immortal otherwise and had little chance to disobey Millenium, so he took the only way out he had.

5) The woman’s bones you see there in the end is Mina Harker, a character from Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Apart from Seras, she’s the only known woman Alucard ever turned into a vampire - also important to note that he loved her, to whatever degree he is able to. Because she drank his blood (which stayed active inside of her even after her friends somehow managed to turn her human again), it’s the only DNA of Dracula / Alucard that Millenium could get their hands on. They used that Alucard-DNA to make copies and clones of Alucard (all the vampire / ghoul soldiers you saw) and to enhance their other fighters (Rip van Winkle, the scythe guy, even Walter himself).

Ti I absolutely love you, this was such a rollercoaster from start to finish. XD Increasing amount of Caps Lock means you reached the end of the series. *nod*

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ

full name: Liliana Vess.

gender & sexuality: Female / Heterosexual. A little curious.

ethnicity & species: Dominarian in canon. Human with a splash of demonic magic for that unaging youthfulness.

birthplace & birthday: Vess Manor in the Caligo forest on the plane of Dominaria. Around 200 years ago, she doesn’t remember the specific date anymore.

guilty pleasures:  Raising zombie armies to fight eldritch tentacle gods and timeless elder dragons. Controlling a social situation to make everyone around her as uncomfortable as possible. Moving Jace’s books around. Rarely, indulging in meaningless sexual relations that eventually gain meaning.

phobias & fears: She fears dying 100% the most more than anything. As much as she might not want to admit it, she’s afraid of Nicol Bolas, especially now that he controls her. Losing someone she cares about. It’s rare she comes by those, so losing them would be terrible for her. In a way, she fears the Raven Man, whatever he is. The chain veil as well. Its power is overwhelming and saps her strength and tugs at her sanity whenever she uses it, but using it is kind of like a drug.

what they would be infamous for: Liliana Vess is infamous for her necromantic abilities. She’s said to be one of, if not THE strongest necromancer in the multiverse. Infamously fashionable. Infamously insufferable to be around, some might say.

what have they/ would they be arrested for: Raising a zombie army and/or murder and/or throwing angels in the trash :/

character you ship them with: Jace Beleren is canon so definitely that one. Cecil!! Stinky husbando. That’s about it really. Liliana’s not the easiest to ship. Always up for trying, though 8)

character most likely to murder them: Nicol Bolas, Jace Beleren or herself tbh. Bolas is kind of obvious. He holds her demonic contract now and if she disobeys him in any way, she’ll just straight up die no questions asked. Jace because they’ve kind of set up the story now where they’re on opposite sides, however reluctant Liliana is. It seems there might be a final throw down and the two of them might have to fight! How dramatic. And herself is probably the most likely in my opinion. She constantly pushes herself and uses more and more power when she needs to and I think it would be poetically beautiful for that to be her end. If written correctly, of course.

favorite book genre: Horror stories I’d imagine. Maybe some nonfiction like history or a memoir of some kind.

least favorite book cliche: Anything to do with the romance genre probably.

talents & / or powers: Necromancy! Raising the dead mostly. Talking to spirits, the ability to rot something in seconds, including the mind. Summoning shades and ghouls and geists and the like. Spooky things, ya know. As well, she can straight up fire blasts of death magic at people. She has the power of the chain veil as well which just amplifies all these abilities. Talented in the art of making people not like her. The power of making bad life choices. One of the best manipulators you’ll meet. Lies like breathing.

why someone might love them: Purely physical. She’s very beautiful and will stay that way for the foreseeable future. A love at first sight kind of deal maybe. Someone might love her because she manipulated them into it. That’s kind of what she did with Jace in the beginning, but I doubt she had any intention of letting it get that far or gaining feelings herself. Or, someone might love her because they’re able to see past the insane amount of walls she puts up to protect herself. If they can somehow manage to get close to Liliana, they’ll learn she’s not as terrible as she sometimes makes herself out to be. She’s beautiful, confident in herself, independent, smart and resourceful. She speaks well and has a good head on her shoulders for the most part. She’s been hurt and fucked over by the multiverse one too many times, that’s all.

why someone might hate them: Oh, plenty of reasons. She’s full of herself, lies like theres no tomorrow, will manipulate you at some point. She loves herself more than anyone else and will always, ALWAYS, put herself before you like 99.99% of the time. You might think she’s doing something nice for you but she’s really doing it so you’ll owe her later. As well, necromancy is generally pretty frowned upon in most corners of the multiverse and she’s not shy about her powers. Liliana likes commanding the conversation and is not above making someone else look like a fool in any situation. She’s not the easiest to get along with. She knows how to hurt with words and she uses it all the time.

how they change: Over the course of the last few years in terms of Magic story (not sure how much time has passed for them), Liliana has changed a whole bunch. Like, it’s mind boggling to be honest. While it has been all for pretty selfish reasons, Liliana has not only helped others, but the entire multiverse by getting rid of the last Eldrazi. She joined the Gatewatch and made an oath to protect the multiverse from threats. She made friends! Even if there was a big misunderstanding and they kind of don’t trust her and stuff, they still care about her! Gideon of all people I think cares about her the most. A white, good aligned planeswalker caring about a black mana loving, morally fucked necromancer. And he doesn’t care about her because she manipulated him into it! He knows about all her bullshit but he chose to help her anyway. And Liliana has really gone out of her way to help all of them. Yes, she had her own reasons, but she still did it which is much more than she was doing before. I think she’s made leaps and bounds all things considered over the last few years of Magic story.

why you love them: All of the reasons stated above. Why people love her, why people hate her, how she’s changed. I love all of it. I love all of her. She’s brilliant, misunderstood, trying to keep hold of her humanity. Necromancers are cool as fuck and she’s the best one. She looks her problems in the face and says fuck you I make the rules. She’s been through so much pain and has come out better and stronger for it. She keeps going, no matter what. She’s strong, gorgeous, makes bad decisions but always finds a way out. I could go on for days ugh. I love her so much. SO MUCH. So fucking much. I’ll never not love her. In many ways, I aspire to be like her.  Liliana Vess is my favorite character in anything I think.

TAGGED: @bloodthrrsty i think? this is old.

TAGGING: do it if you wanna

So I’ve tried to write this. I have tired to write this a billion times. I tried to be poetic and witty. But there is no poetic way to say this. There is no poetry here. So I am just going to come out and say it. He was violent, my father. And there is something about violence, I guess I never understood completely till now. It’s not like other types of abuse. It destroys you. It takes everything that you have ever known and fucking massacres it. And all that is let in it’s place is rage, and anger, and hate, and pain, just mass amounts of pain. And I never got it. I never got what happened to me that was so bad all these years that I just couldn’t let it go. I blocked it out. I had to. It was the only way I could deal with what was happening....the only way I could breathe. But then I remembered. It all came back to me like it was fucking yesterday. The screaming, I was always screaming on the inside, because I wasn’t allowed to scream on the outside. I had to fucking behave. The moments where they used to chase me into the other room and hit me just to get their point across. I would leave my body watching from afar like a movie. I was terrified, terrified to be there, terrified to disobey them. And they kept telling me how lucky I was. I heard it over and over and over again..... “You’re so lucky that we are your parents. You’re so lucky that you didn’t have to go through what we did as kids, that you aren’t raised by our parents. You’re so lucky. You’re so lucky. You’re so fucking lucking!!” And everyone else said that same. “You’re so lucky.....so lucky that you’re parents are there that they feed you, clothe you, put you through school. And you have money!!!....MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, not like my friend who lived down the street. Her mother was so fucked up on drugs and alcohol that she had to go live with her grandparents. I was lucky. My parents were completely sober, completely alert, completely aware when they hit me, yelled at me, punished me. Yes, I was soooo “LUCKY.” And all I could feel was the screaming slicing through my throat like a knife, choking me from the inside. All I could do was run and hide, from myself, from everyone else. But it wouldn’t stop.....the screaming just wouldn’t stop. The chaos never stopped. The pain never stopped. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to enjoy my life. I wanted to be friends with the kids at school. There were people there, people I wanted to tell that they weren’t alone in this world. People who told me that I wasn’t alone. There were people there. But I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t talk to them. If I opened my mouth, everything would just come pouring out. And what would happen then? Who would love me? Who would save me? Who would believe me? I just couldn’t do it. I was too scared. What if it just made everything worse? Violence isn’t something that you just “get over.” It’s not something that you brush off your shoulder and say, “I’m gonna be better then that.” It eats you alive in the night, destroying you from the inside. It tears on your body, heart, and mind. It robs you of your self worth, your confidence, your self love. It takes all of your notion and reasons, your practicality, your ability to see situations clearly. It crushes your reality of beauty and life. It causes you to see death as a blessing and life as a curse. Violence massacres you. And it apologizes for NOTHING. For a really long time, I felt convoluted. Why am I in so much pain all the time and where was it coming from? I mean my parents made mistakes but was it really that bad? Why am I always so lost? Why do all my relationships fall apart? Why do I spend a majority of my time tittering on the line between life and death? And most importantly why don’t I give a fuck about anyone, including myself? Why!!!!??? But that writing was on the wall and had been the whole time. My father spent more time, hating me and belittling me then he did loving me. I have two good memories of my father, only two where he actually spent time with me and he was present enjoying the moment. The rest are all bad. The rest he spent tearing into me, ripping me to shreds, making me feel like shit, making me feel like I didn’t deserve to be alive. By the time I was ten years old, I wanted him dead. I remember it very clearly. He was in the hospital, because he kept fainting. My mother was a mess and I pretended to be upset for her sake, but I had no care for him whatsoever. And I knew in my heart that if he died both our lives would be better for it. My mother and I were friends when I was a kid. We spent time together, shared moments, had laughs. We were going to travel the world together. But somewhere along the way she lost it. By the time I was thirteen she was starting to ripping into me just the same. Everything I did was an issue and we started fighting all the time. Now I had both of them to deal with on a 24/7 basis and it got worse when I got to college. The more I made decisions that were true to myself, the more they yelled, the more we fought, the more distant we got. So I walked away. Ok, I didn’t walk, I ran like the fucking wind. My mother was screaming at me on the phone and I just couldn’t take it anymore. One more time I would have to go around with her, with my father about how I was making bad decisions, I wasn’t doing what was right, I was such a disappointment.....one more fucking time. And it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter what I did. If I was good or bad, if I rebelled or did everything EXACTLY as they wanted, they still found something wrong, something to yell at me for, to reprimand me, to punish me. The story was always the same. It was the same when I was 3 years old and it’s the same now at 32 years old. Their world is the only world that matters. When they are right, they are right, no apologies, no excuses, no backing down, not today, not yesterday, not tomorrow, not EVER. They took everything, everything I knew, everything I loved about life, about myself. They took my beauty and they massacred it. They robbed me of my self worth, my confidence, my self love. They took my reason, my notions, my practicality. They made me feel like I didn’t deserve to be alive every second, every minute of my life. They made me see death as a blessing and life as a curse. And they apologized for nothing, not now, not then, not EVER. And I can’t lie about it anymore. I can’t pretend. I can’t say everything is fine when it’s not. And I’m NOT O.K. I haven’t been OK in a very long time. I live in a world of chaos, constantly tittering on the line of sane versus insane, contemplating my death, contemplating my truth, contemplating my life..... This is my truth. This is my story, or at least the beginning of it.....

Fanfiction- BTS(Jimin)xReader. Ft.Kyungsoo(EXO)

You, Y/N, were the most popular girl in college. Beauty and good looks aside, you were also the most kind and friendly girl who never had any mean girl attitude despite her fame. Which is why, everyone liked you and wanted to be your friend. Of course, there were those particular set of jealous girls who spread unnecessary rumours about you being a slut, but you never let that kind of negativity get to you.

You were currently dating Park Jimin, one of the most handsome and equally popular boy in your college. He was a gentleman, one of the reasons why you liked him and both of you got along well. Jimin was a friend from within your circle, which included V, Jungkook, Namjoon, Jin, Suga and Hoseok as well as girls like Amber, Yoona, Krystal and Soohyun before you started dating.

V was your best friend, and a mutual friend, and he was the one who first found out about your secret relationship, which didn’t remain secret for much long…. (V is such a gossip queen). He was also your roommate, along with Amber. (You moved out of your parent’s house when you finished high school)

How Jimin asked you out was really cute. He messaged you, saying he wanted some urgent favour and asked to meet at the nearby coffee shop around your house. Curious and a little worried, you went out and, on your way, a giant teddy bear put a flower crown on your head and gave you a hug. When you walked further towards the coffee shop a group of kids came running to you and gave you the balloons they had, dragged you towards the coffee shop and pointed to go inside. Surprised and happy, you entered to coffee shop to see Jimin standing at the end of the candle lit pathway with a flower crown on his head, which made him look ridiculously adorable. You giggled at his attempt to look cute and walked towards him. “Y/N, I uhh—you…uhh--…Hi!”, he was so nervous he was falling short of words which you found really cute. “Hi”, you answered, trying not to laugh on his face. “Okay, what next?......uhh”, Jimin blabbered to himself. “You are so adorable”, you said, smiling at him. “That…..Th-that might be true. I- I mean thank you..” he replied blushing hard while touching the back of his neck. Both of you laughed at his answer and he said, “You look-”. “Perfect tonight?” you said trying to finish his sentence. Both of you laughed again, and then your eyes met. He wasn’t shy anymore, he went to the back of a coffee table and picked up a rather large looking box. He bent down on one knee and said, “Y/N I like you, an insane amount and I want to make you happy and be the reason you smile every day. So,” He opened the box which had a small puppy in it! You took the puppy in your arms and looked at the name tag which said, ‘A date?’. You snuggled the puppy and nodded, as you were at a loss of words because of how beautiful this proposal was.

Everything was going great, college life was wonderful and filled with laughter and joy, until one day, you got a friend request by an unknown user on Instagram. You looked at his profile, which said he was a student of the same college that you went to, so without a doubt, you accepted it.

An immediate message popped up on your screen, “Hey, I’m Kyungsoo”. That name sounded a bit familiar, so you replied “Hey, my name is Y/N”. “I know”, he replied. You felt a little uneasy at the response, your gut feeling hinting it to you, that this might probably be danger, but you ignored it. The next few days went by easy, you and Kyungsoo chatted often, even once met in college and became friends (which Jimin was not quite comfortable with but he didn’t want to seem clingy, so he kept it to himself).

And then the day came, when Kyungsoo confessed his feelings for you, through text…. Obviously, you told him you were in love with Jimin and never thought of Kyungsoo as anything more than a friend. But he wasn’t going to take a no from you. He spammed your message box with hearts and wrote love notes under all your pictures. Frustrated by his behaviour, you blocked him from all social media sites.

A few days went by in silence, and you didn’t mention anything to Jimin or any of your friends, until one day you came home and saw V lying in a pool of his own blood, beaten up and badly injured. You and Amber rushed him to the hospital and everyone else got there just in time. Amber went to get V some clean clothes from the apartment. When V gained consciousness, he revealed that a boy with dusky skin and short dark hair did this to him, the boy had a deadly stare and a gaze that could paralyze anyone he looked at.

You knew exactly who V was describing. You pulled Jimin aside and told him everything about Kyungsoo. You were scared and started crying. Jimin hugged you tightly and ensured you he would fix everything. You decided that both of you would go to the police station and register a complaint tomorrow itself. With this, the rest of the members decided to stay beside V whilst Jimin and Namjoon drove you home, because you insisted on sleeping with Amber to keep her safe until the next day.

They dropped you off at you house, you went in and called out Amber’s name, but there was no response….. you went to her room, but she wasn’t there…. That’s when you got a text message from an unknown number, “I went easy on your guy friend today, but if you want your girl friend to come home alive, open your door and let me in”. You were terrified beyond limits, and immediately thought of calling the police, when you received another message, “Don’t even think of calling the police or your stupid boyfriend, or you will see Amber’s head hanging on your front door like a good luck charm 😉”. You were panicking…. Not knowing what to do, when you suddenly heard the doorbell ring. You jumped up in fear, as you heard violent knocks on your door and a shadow of the dreaded man against the long window beside your front door. He had come to get you. In utter horror, you screamed at the door, “Go away! Leave me alone you monster!!!”. “Are you sure?”, came an answer in a deep growling voice, “your friend doesn’t seem precious enough to you I guess”. You struggled to find your phone and called Jimin, who picked up soon enough. You stuttered through the call, “Hel- he- hello…”. As if provoked by your move, Kyungsoo wrapped his shirt around his hand and broke the glass window in one punch and reached his hand out to the locked door, unlocking and slamming the door open. You screamed, clenching the phone in your hand, not realizing the call was still going on. As soon as Jimin heard this, he rushed the car back, even though he had reached half way towards the hospital.

Kyungsoo glared at you in anger, “Wrong move dear, you shouldn’t have done that….”. His shirtless torso was dripping in sweat and you could see the lust in his eyes, the desire to make you his. He slowly stepped towards you, and you stepped back after his every move. “Don’t be shy, you have nowhere to hide from me….”. Like a wild hound, he could sense the fear in you; “Where’s Amber?” you darted out with all the courage you could. “I don’t think it’s her you should be worried about right now…. You put yourself at risk by disobeying me Y/N. You are going to regret it”. With that, he removed a knife from his right pocket, “I must say,” he licked the blood coated weapon, “V’s blood is quite sweet…but it wouldn’t be as sweet as yours”. You gasped, and inched towards the staircase behind you, and ran upstairs. You could hear footsteps behind you, coming closer and closer as you got into V’s room as fast as you could and slammed the door shut. You heaved a sigh of momentary relief until you heard loud banging on the door, Kyungsoo grinned yelling,” Open the door Y/N, or I’m going to break it down!”. “Please! Leave me alone…please!! Don’t hurt me—” you cried hoping he would stop. But he kept slamming the door with his muscular arms as you screamed in vain. Within seconds, the door broke open and Kyungsoo stepped in, with a devilish smile and a deadly stare. “Enough talking, I’m going to make you mine and nothing will stand in my way”. You threw everything around you at him, so that he would get hurt but he dodged every item. He slapped the phone away from your hand, shattering it into pieces and pushed you towards the wall. You squirmed as he pulled you in by your waist and tried to kiss you, but you kept moving your face away from his while your hands pushed his chest in an attempt to get away from his strong grip. You used all your strength and pushed him away and tried to run out of the corner but screamed in pain as glass shrapnel pierced your feet from the broken phone earlier. You fell and dragged yourself away from him, blood dripping down from your feet. Kyungsoo leaned down and dipped his finger in the blood and licked it, with a satisfied grin on his face, “Delicious”. He picked you up bridal style and threw you on the bed, you begged, “Pl-please, please don’t do this…. please don’t hurt me”. “I would never hurt you my dear”, he smirked.

 Just as he stepped closer to you, Jimin broke a vase on Kyungsoo’s back and Kyungsoo screamed in pain. He still stood strong and turned behind to see the furious Jimin, throw punches at him. Kyungsoo tried to hit Jimin back but failed and fell to the ground, but just as Jimin was about to punch him, he grabbed the knife in his pocket and stabbed Jimin’s leg. Jimin yelled as Kyungsoo watched him in pain and removed the knife out of his leg to stab him once again when Namjoon caught his hand and flung the weapon away. “Nobody hurts my friends!” he said as he helped Jimin get back up. Kyungsoo screamed in frustration, and pulled Namjoon’s leg, causing him to fall on the broken pieces of glass. Namjoon cried out in pain. Kyungsoo got up limping towards you, “If I can’t have you, then no one can!”. He picked up a piece of the broken vase and tried to stab you but Namjoon and Jimin used all their strength and pushed Kyungsoo towards the window, causing it to shatter into pieces as Kyungsoo lost balance and fell down from the first floor, breaking uncountable bones. 

Jimin and Namjoon both looked at you as all three of you heaved a sigh of relief and sat down to call 911. The police came soon enough and brought first aid too. They confirmed that Amber was back at the hospital and hadn’t been kidnapped. You thanked them for this wonderful news and soon the ambulance took you, Jimin and Namjoon to a nearby hospital. You apologetically looked at Jimin as you both were wrapped in the same blanket, and a tear rolled down your cheek. “I’m sorry…” you said as you were about to break down because of all the pain you caused to your friends. Jimin cupped your face with one hand as he wiped that tear away, “You don’t have to be, its not your fault Y/N ah”. “I don’t know what I would have done without you”, you said as he kissed you on your forehead. “Yeah, Mr. Boyfriend saved the day…. what about the side hero huh? My perfectly toned back is ruined now. Damnit! I was trying so hard to not scar it….”, Namjoon complained as he saw you two cuddly lovers reassure each other. You and Jimin giggled and thanked Namjoon for his bravery. Soon all of you got back to the hospital where V had been admitted and narrated the incident to the rest of your group. You were damn sure everybody had learnt a lesson worth remembering.

Could you do Malec number 14 for the pride prompt thing?

Hi, anon! First of all, I’m very sorry it took me so long to write your prompt - I am cutting it very close for all of my Pride fics, oops. I really hope you enjoy the fic and it makes up for the poor response time. Thank you so much for your prompt!

14. Best friends

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Storage Closet Confessions

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Alec tried to fade into the background as much as he could, but it was hard to do when his best friend happened to be the play’s lead. Magnus wasn’t just a great actor; he was a great singer, a great performer, a great everything. And somehow, instead of watching and cheering from the stands like every other year, Magnus had convinced Alec to participate in the play with him for their senior year of high school, insisting that it would be special and fun for the both of them.

Alec had been onstage for two minutes, and he already regretted it.

He’d managed to get himself cast as a tree, thankfully, so it wasn’t like he had any lines of importance. However, Magnus kept trying to involve Alec in the play and encourage him to take a more active role in the drama club. While he appreciated the effort, Alec was no social butterfly, and right now he just wanted to be alone.

The reason for that, however, perhaps had a little less to do with the play and more to do with the lead actress, Camille.

Alec’s lips turned down into a grimace as Camille swept Magnus into her arms again, shooting him a dazzling smile. He tried to remind himself that it was just a play, that Magnus and Camille weren’t really together, but it was hard when the blonde woman was so clearly attracted to Magnus. 

She certainly hadn’t been shy about that.

It made him want to throw up.

“You might be a tree, but I don’t think you’re supposed to look like you have a stick up your ass,” Alec’s little sister, Isabelle, commented cheerfully from beside him. He turned to her and gave her his best glare.

“I do not,” he defended himself pointlessly.

“You do, too,” Izzy countered. “What’s wrong, big brother?” She bent forward to brush a few of the fake leaves they were required to wear on their costumes to the ground, and Alec gave her a pointed look, to which she rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Alec groused. His eyes inadvertently found Magnus and Camille again. They were engaged in a scene set in the forest where Magnus had to hold her hand and lead her to a clearing to taste some sort of magical water. He tried to ignore the white-hot stab of jealousy that shot through him at the sight of Magnus’s hand in hers. 

“Sure,” Isabelle replied skeptically, turning a critical eye to the scene that Alec was watching. Her expression softened and her eyes flashed with pity that made Alec want to growl. “It’s them, isn’t it?” she said, her tone dripping with sadness. “Being all couple-y like that.”

Alec chose not to answer that.

“Why don’t you just ask Magnus out?” Izzy complained. “He’s clearly into you; what’s stopping you?”

“He is not into me,” Alec shot back, ignoring the way his heart clenched at those painful words. 

“Mmhm,” Izzy replied in a disbelieving manner. “Because normal best friends hold each other’s hands when they go places, know each other’s sexual preferences far too well, and stare at each other’s lips an insane amount.”

Alec sputtered indignantly. “We do not do that.”

Isabelle raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, we do not stare at each other’s lips all the time,” Alec amended. “You’re seeing things.”

Izzy scoffed. “Okay, big brother. Whatever gets you through the night.”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away. Alec startled as he realised that their scene had come to an end. He hadn’t even heard the change music. He followed Isabelle into the changing rooms and stripped out of the uncomfortable tree costume, pulling on his jeans and plain black sweater instead. 

When he was finished, Alec made his way to the seat usually occupied by the person who manned the curtains on opening night. They were gone that afternoon, leaving the curtain operation to whoever happened to be closest. Alec usually hated doing curtains, but it gave him an opportunity to peek out from behind them and watch Magnus in action. 

The scene had changed to one in the main character’s house, and both Camille and Magnus were in this scene. He grit his teeth and tried to ignore the blonde girl in favour of watching Magnus in his element. 

Magnus’s outfit was that of a prince; he was covered from head to toe in glitter and sparkles, and he was dressed in blue pants, a black button-up, and a patterned grey suit jacket. Alec had to remind himself consciously not to drool. 

“I’m afraid I cannot disobey my parents,” Magnus was saying, gesturing theatrically as he explained to Camille the prince’s reasons for not seeing her character any longer. 

“I understand,” Camille said. She nodded her head and looked a little sad. As much as Alec hated to admit it, the girl was a damn good actress. She was definitely the best fit for the female lead. 

“But what if they don’t find out?” Camille had moved closer to Magnus, taking his hand and staring into his eyes with adoration. Alec tried not to let himself feel jealous, knew that it was irrational, knew that Magnus would have said something to him by now if he had any feelings for the blonde. Still, he couldn’t help the spike of animosity he felt towards Camille for going beyond what the play called for in terms of romantic interest. 

“What do you mean?” Magnus asked breathlessly, his eyes locked onto Camille’s. “How could we keep it from them?” Alec felt a small smile stretch across his face at Magnus’s prowess. Right now, he was not Magnus Bane. He was Aeros Nightshade, the main protagonist of the play. 

“I may have a solution,” Camille said ominously. Alec let out a breath, as he recognised the lines from their script and knew that their scene would be coming to a close soon. His death-grip on the curtain rod lessened just slightly, and he allowed himself to feel the relief that he would get to see and touch his best friend soon, ensure that he wasn’t interested in Camille in the slightest. 

Then Camille took Magnus’s face in her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth. 

Alec’s head swam with irrational rage and jealousy; his eyes glassed over with tears and he stumbled off of the seat and ran for the back of the stage. He heard the directors’ voices, chastising Camille for her action; kissing Magnus wasn’t scripted. 

He had almost made it to the tiny storage closet, secluded from everyone else and hidden by darkness, when he felt a firm grip on his arm. He looked down and saw Izzy, her big brown eyes full of concern for him. 

“Alec?” she asked, worried. “What is it? Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” Alec grit out between clenched teeth, struggling to keep his voice from shaking. “Everything’s fine, Izzy.”

He shook her off and retreated inside the storage closet, locking the door behind him. 

There, in the safety of isolation and under the cover of darkness, Alec brought his face to his hands and began to cry. Internally, he knew that Magnus didn’t like Camille that way, and he knew that he hadn’t wanted to be kissed by her any more than Alec had wanted him to be. He knew the kiss didn’t mean anything, but he couldn’t control his reaction to it, because it brought the cold, harsh truth to the forefront of his mind.

Magnus may not want Camille, but there would be someone else that he would want. 

And that someone wouldn’t be Alec.

To his horror, Alec couldn’t hold back his tears at that thought, and he began to cry into his knees; great big, ugly sobs that wrenched their way out of his throat unbidden. His hands fisted the material of his jeans and he hoped to God that no one would hear the noise coming from the closet and investigate. 

He couldn’t be seen like this.

Alec had cried maybe three times before in his entire life; twice, he had cried alone in his bedroom, and once he had allowed himself to shed a few tears on Magnus’s shoulder when his dog died. 

Despite their closeness, neither Magnus nor Izzy had ever seen him in such a state. 

Voices sounded from outside the storage closet, and Alec bit his lip hard, trying to keep the volume of his cries down as much as he could. When they drifted closer, to his surprise, Alec recognised the two voices: it was Izzy and Jace, his younger brother. 

“I don’t know where he went,” Isabelle said testily, and Alec had a feeling Jace was being impatient with her again. 

“Well, he couldn’t have just disappeared!” Jace said, clearly exasperated. He heard a huff on the other side of the door and knew Izzy was giving Jace one of her patented bitchfaces. 

“Look, just text me if you find him,” Jace said, cutting off their argument sharply. “I have to study with Clary tonight, and I swear, if Alec makes me late - ”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re in such a hurry,” Izzy teased. 

“What do you mean?” Jace said defensively. 

“Please, like we all can’t see what’s going on between the two of you...” Izzy’s voice trailed off as she and Jace walked away, and Alec breathed a sigh of relief at their departure. 

Alec brought a shaky hand to his face and tried to wipe at the tear tracks staining his cheeks, but he was still crying, so that didn’t help much. He took a deep breath and tried to pull himself together. Play practice was clearly over, and Alec needed to drive his siblings home. 

As the oldest of the three of them, he had responsibilities. He couldn’t just spend his afternoon crying in a storage closet because his best friend didn’t love him back. It was pathetic.

Another sob tore its way out of Alec’s throat, and he cursed himself for his inability to cry quietly. At this rate, he’d attract someone to the storage closet in no time. 

Almost as if on cue, a knock on the door to the storage closet sounded and Alec held his breath, waiting to see if whoever it was would go away when they found the door locked. 

The doorknob jiggled once, twice, and then fell still. Alec breathed a sigh of relief. The intruder would probably give up and find somewhere else to store their costume or whatever it was they needed to store now. 

However, to his horror, Alec heard a small snick as the person on the other side of the door ran a debit card down the crack and unlocked the door with practiced ease. Alec started to panic and he tried to get up and act as if he, too, was in there for a purpose other than having a breakdown, but they entered the room and flipped on the light switch before he could move. 

Alec closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks flame red with embarrassment. He hoped, prayed, that whoever it was would leave him alone to his misery and shut up about what they’d seen; the eldest Lightwood with tear stains on his cheeks, huddled up in a ball on the floor of a fucking storage closet. 

Whatever Alec had expected the mystery person to do, it wasn’t what happened.

Alec heard movement and suddenly the person was in front of him, presumably on their knees, as well, and a warm hand caught hold of Alec’s cheek and began to wipe away the tears there. Alec tried to pull away, but the person pulled him even closer and he caught a whiff of very, very familiar cologne. 

Alec’s eyes flew open and he made a sound that was something in between a shout and a cry. Magnus was kneeling before him, his chocolate-brown eyes confused and concerned. He wasn’t in the costume he’d worn for the play anymore; instead, he’d changed into black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt that showed off his ab muscles. This fact only made Alec feel even worse.

“Alec?” Magnus murmured, stroking his thumb over Alec’s cheek tenderly. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Alec shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks once again. 

“Oh, please don’t be embarrassed,” Magnus said, drawing Alec close and reaching up to stroke his fingers through his ebony hair. “You’ve seen me cry plenty of times.”

Alec managed a choked, watery laugh at that, and Magnus squeezed him tightly in response. 

“It’s nothing,” Alec said, his voice cracked and shaky. “J-Just leave me here, Mags.”

Magnus looked offended by that notion. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly, reaching to pull Alec into a tight hug. “I’m right here, Alexander.”

Alec tucked his head into the crook of Magnus’s neck and took a deep breath. “I have to get back, anyway,” he mumbled. “I need to drive Izzy and Jace home.”

“Isabelle and Mr. Body Builder can wait,” Magnus countered, and Alec smiled a little at his best friend’s nickname for Jace. 

“Seriously, Magnus, I’m fine,” Alec said, pulling away from the circle of Magnus’s arms and scrubbing furiously at his eyes. “You don’t have to stay.”

“Yes, I do,” Magnus said, reaching out to grab Alec’s hand before he could get too far away. He cupped Alec’s cheek in his palm and pressed his forehead to Alec’s. “My best friend is hurting,” he said tremulously. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

More tears spilled over at that, and Alec found himself in the unfamiliar position of being comforted by Magnus. He wasn’t complaining, though, when Magnus began to rub soothing circles into his back and run his hands through Alec’s hair. 

After a few minutes, Alec had calmed down enough for Magnus to release him, and Magnus asked, “What was that about?”

Alec froze, looking up at Magnus in horror. He hadn’t even thought about what he would say to Magnus when he asked that question. He hadn’t had time to prepare an excuse, and now he was trapped, looking at Magnus like a deer caught in the headlights. 

Magnus frowned and squeezed the hand that was still in his reassuringly. “There’s nothing you could say that would make me judge you, or love you any less,” he promised Alec.

Alec had to hold back a derisive snort at that. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he would absolutely ruin his friendship with Magnus if the other boy found out about the secret feelings he was harboring for him. 

“I’m serious,” Magnus said when he caught Alec’s expression of disbelief. He wrapped an arm around Alec’s shoulders and brought him in for another hug. “I promise, Alexander.”

Alec shuddered and pressed his face to Magnus’s neck, exhaling shakily. He usually hated being called by his full first name and not his nickname, but Magnus was different. It sounded beautiful when Magnus said it. 

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” Magnus said, burying his face in Alec’s hair. “I’m here for you, Alexander, you know that.”

Alec huffed wetly against Magnus’s neck. “Yeah, I do.”

Magnus’s arms tightened around Alec. “Then let me help you.”

When Alec didn’t respond, Magnus sighed and pushed him back just enough so he could peer into Alec’s cerulean eyes. “Fine,” he huffed. “If you won’t tell me, I guess I’ll just have to figure it out myself.” Alec’s lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile, and Magnus beamed at him. “Feel free to jump in any time, darling.”

Alec’s stomach turned over at Magnus’s use of the pet name, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it for long. 

“Well, nothing noteworthy happened in class today,” Magnus mused, stroking his fingers through Alec’s hair absentmindedly. “We don’t have any big tests or presentations coming up. Izzy and Jace are both fine, so it’s nothing to do with them. Hmm, maybe something that happened at play practice?”

Alec’s heart seized and he unconsciously bit his lip, hard. 

This action, of course, did not go unnoticed by Magnus, who grinned at him, looking like a cat that’d got the cream. “So it was something that happened at play practice!” Magnus exclaimed triumphantly. “Hmm, okay.” With that, he began to list everything that had happened from the start of the practice to the end, two hours’ worth of events. 

“And then I did my scene with Camille,” Magnus said thoughtfully, and Alec tried hard to remain impassive. “And she kissed me.” Alec couldn’t stop the sharp breath that escaped him, and Magnus pumped his fist in triumph, squeezing Alec’s hand that much tighter. 

“So it was the kiss that bothered you,” Magnus said. He sounded confused, and Alec didn’t blame him. He looked down at Alec, sweeping a few locks of black hair off of his forehead so he could look into Alec’s ice-blue eyes. “But why?”

Alec didn’t answer, keeping his gaze firmly trained on the floor. His heart was pounding so hard that he wasn’t sure Magnus couldn’t hear it. 

“I don’t even like Camille,” Magnus continued, and Alec tried not to feel too guilty about the spike of relief that shot through him at Magnus’s words. 

“She kissed me,” Magnus said, sounding affronted. “It wasn’t even scripted.” He shook his head. “She doesn’t have any respect for people, I swear.”

“But why would that bother you?” Magnus thought out loud, peering down to look at Alec once more. “Why would her kissing me bother you this much?” He was quiet for a few seconds, mulling this over, before a glint of understanding flashed in his eyes. “Unless...”

“Please,” Alec spoke for the first time since Magnus had embarked on his mission to figure out what was upsetting Alec, “Please, this doesn’t have to change anything. Please, Magnus. We can just forget about this.”

“Unless you like me,” Magnus finished his sentence from earlier, a note of awe in his voice. He grabbed Alec’s chin and forced the other boy to meet his eyes, which Alec did fearfully, afraid of what he’d find there. “You like me?” Magnus asked Alec, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Like, like me like me?”

Alec didn’t figure there was any point in lying now. “Yes, Magnus,” he mumbled. “You bloody idiot. I’ve been in love with you since ninth grade.”

Magnus let go of Alec’s chin and rocked back on his heels, trying to process this new information. “I - really?”

Alec didn’t say anything back, knowing that Magnus wasn’t really looking for a response to his question. 

A spike of panic shot through him as Magnus tried to come to terms with what he’d just learned. Alec could deal with a lot; homophobic parents, pressures and expectations to always be the best, no matter what, even having an adopted brother that’d landed himself in jail one too many times. One thing he couldn’t deal with was losing Magnus.

“This doesn’t have to change anything,” Alec repeated his words from earlier. “Please, Magnus. I swear I won’t mention it. We can just forget about this. Please. I can’t lose my best friend, Magnus.”

“Who said anything about losing me?” Magnus said gruffly, reaching to pull Alec into a bone-crushing hug. “Sorry, Lightwood, you’re stuck with me.”

Alec huffed out a laugh against Magnus’s collarbone, allowing a few tears of relief to slip down his cheeks. 

“But,” Magnus said, and Alec’s heart sank, “We do have to talk about this.” He pushed back just enough so he could face Alec properly and said, “Do you really want to forget this ever happened?”

“I - Yes? You don’t feel the same way, so...”

Magnus cut him off by grabbing Alec by the face and kissing him, hard. Alec barely had time to respond before Magnus pulled away, grinning from ear to ear. 

“I don’t believe I ever said I didn’t return your feelings,” Magnus said simply in response to Alec’s look of complete and utter confusion. 

“I - I - you - what?”

Magnus snickered. “Very eloquent, darling.”

“Shut up,” Alec grumbled. He met Magnus’s soft brown eyes with an incredulous stare. “Seriously? You - You really feel the same way?”

“Yes,” Magnus said, rolling his eyes. “Didn’t I make that obvious?”

Alec felt his mouth stretching into a wide grin and he tackled Magnus in a hug, crying tears of relief into the other’s shoulder. Magnus laughed, deep and heartwarming, and tugged Alec impossibly closer to him.

“I’ve always loved you,” Magnus confessed. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me.”

“You cheesy prick,” Alec muttered. “When did you actually start liking me?”

Magnus laughed again and said, “About two years ago.” He squeezed Alec tighter and moved to whisper in his ear. “I’ve loved you for six months.”

Alec swallowed hard. “Seems like I’ve got a few years on you there.”

Magnus swatted the back of his head gently. “At least I finally figured it out. Who knows how long you would have pined over me without doing anything about it.”

Alec groaned and it was his turn to hit Magnus in the back of the head. “I didn’t see you doing anything about it, either.”

“Fair point,” Magnus conceded. He pulled Alec on top of his lap and put everything he had into the embrace. It was the hardest Alec could ever remember being hugged. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, content to simply be with each other, but all too soon, the silence was shattered by the sharp sound of Alec’s phone ringing over and over again. 

“You’d better go,” Magnus said, laughing. “Before Jace finds you and eviscerates you.”

“Yeah,” Alec agreed regretfully. “But c-could we, uh...” he trailed off, embarrassment creeping into his voice. 

“Could we, uh, what?” Magnus teased him, but when Alec didn’t reply, he gave the other boy a firm squeeze and said, “Of course. Does Friday at eight sound like a good time to have our first date?”

Alec grinned and nodded. “Yes, that sounds perfect.”

“Great,” Magnus chirped happily. “I’ll pick you up.”

Alec smiled and placed a tentative kiss on Magnus’s cheek. “Great.”

Magnus beamed at him and moved to stand, reaching a hand out to help Alec up. 

Then, together, their hands still linked and hanging easily between them, Alec and Magnus left the storage closet in search of Alec’s siblings. And when they found the two of them, Izzy could swear that the expression on Alec’s face was the happiest one she had ever seen him wear.

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So...I did not intend this to be this long at all. Oops. I had a lot of fun writing this, though! I really hope you like it. Thank you so much for the prompt!

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Breaking the One Damn Rule (Pt. 6)

Read Part 5

[A/N: Second job has started, almost officially have my promotion at my regular job, applied to grad school and waiting for a response, and wedding planning has me pulling my hair out]

Constant monitoring and bed rest is what the doctor ordered. With the fate of yours and cel mic’s health in Bruce’s hands, and growing boredom, you need a distraction. Nothing like a Netflix marathon to pass the day and quell the cabin fever. 

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of dying

Words: 1, 648

Previously on BTODR:

“I don’t think she’s going to wake up right now. We picked her up and she was unresponsive. But Wanda looked in her head. She’s okay.” Natasha reassured him as Bruce navigated the transducer over your stomach.

Bruce paused. “You were only expecting one right?”

“What do you mean?” Pietro shot over to the ultrasound image, and sure enough there were now two. He froze.

Bruce examined the image, his jaw tight. “It’s more serious than we originally thought.”

“Results are in Banner. This is in your ballpark.” Tony’s voice entered the room.

The screen pulled up videos of your blood cells and your DNA structure.

“I see.” Bruce cupped his chin.

“See what?” Pietro ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends.

“Dr. Cho only saw the one fetus, and I have a sneaking suspicion there isn’t really a second one.” Bruce took a snapshot of the ultrasound and put the equipment away.

“But possibly there was a second one she missed or that one split into two.” Pietro made his way back to your side. He instinctively laced his fingers through yours.

“It’s highly unlikely in both cases.”

“I am a twin—“

“Identical twins tend not to be hereditary. It’s most often spontaneous and that is what you’re suggesting. However, that happens early in the pregnancy. Now, Dr. Cho is competent to catch this. So, something else is going on and you have a feeling as to what is. That’s why you’re deflecting.”

“Bruce!” Natasha frowned at his tone.

“Your cells and genes are mutated and you those on to your child. The cells are abnormal to Y/N’s body, which causes her body to go into overdrive; creating anti-bodies as the mutant cells infect her. I can only speculate when she is under duress, like she was today, the child’s mutant cells are released as a form of protection. Thus, it’s ability lies in biological duplication, because we’re seeing two now.”

“Next time we—“ Natasha thought out.

“There may not be two.” Wanda’s voice strained.

“There may be one or more than two. We don’t know what could happen, but we do know her body isn’t strong enough to handle the surge of mutated cells.” Bruce took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“What do we do?” Pietro squeezed your hand.

“Find a person who can travel back in time, keep this from happening or you two from even meeting.” Bruce chuckled without humor. “Your relationship was doomed from the start. A disaster waiting to happen.”

Pietro forced himself to keep grounded by your side, imagining that you’d tell him not to let it get to him.

“Her family hates her and you’ve signed her death certificate, either by Hydra or your own spawn. Does disobeying orders feel great now?” Bruce couldn’t help himself. Maybe it was his own self-loathing for the monster he had made himself. How he could never really be with anyone without fear of hurting them. It felt a little satisfying to spread the pain.

The problem was that Pietro didn’t feel pain, no, he was seeing red. It was never about disobeying orders. It was about the way the corners of your mouth would twitch as he tried to make light of all the near-death situations he had been in; and you fought the laughter because you had to act mad at him for putting himself in unnecessary danger. But he was such a show off, and a god damn hero that saved the world. You broke so quick.

It was about how even when you fought, mostly about finally making your relationship public or you working to much when he was home, you never broke eye contact and five minutes into the stare down you both broke into fits of laughter or tears, sometimes both. Depending on the day.

The only thing that mattered at the end of the day was having each other to turn to and love, unconditionally. So, no matter how long Pietro would be gone on missions, your love never faltered. And although you worked to the brink of exhaustion, Pietro adored your devotion and passion for the business you had worked so hard to build. He could feel the beams radiating off of you as you spoke about all the crazy events you coordinated, even the challenging ones. You lit up when recounting insane budgets, weird requests, and bridezillas.

It was the stories and you glowing energy that captured Pietro on your first date; and when your face began lighting up the same way when you saw him, there was no turning back.

He would leave the Avengers for you if he had to. Wanda would be okay, she had Vision. You brought a part of him to life that he didn’t even know was dead.

Pietro had been ready to get serious. Marriage serious. But the last mission had put his possible plan of leaving the Avengers—if only temporarily—on hold and then your pregnancy had thrown a wrench into the secrecy of your relationship. Pietro had the ring, he’d had it before cel mic. Now he didn’t want it to seem like he was only proposing for the baby’s sake.

“That’s what I thought.” Bruce tucked the small amount of regret of his words away. Pietro had put you in this situation. His mutated genes were a parasite to your ordinary ones. Pietro shouldn’t even be able to reproduce with his mutation. Bruce couldn’t.

“Seriously? Don’t make this about you. It sucks, yes but move on. It happened. Your mutation process was completely different. We have another problem at hand. Y/N’s life is at risk. Help her, she shouldn’t be a consequence of your jealousy,” Wanda snapped.

Bruce recoiled, realizing the literal and figurative green monster had been rearing its head. “Right, sorry Pietro, that was uncalled for. I’ll get to work on finding a treatment.”

Bruce had let go of his jealousy and had become a trusted friend. He was gentle and explain the science behind was going on with you. Yet, at the same time he could be brutally honest and you were thankful for it.

“What’s the probability?” You shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable as Bruce hooked up all of your monitors and reinserted your IV. You were tired of sitting in the “infirmary” and had made a decision to relocate to the living room for the day to binge watch on the big screen.

You had sent Pietro out on errands and to get something for your second-in-command because there was an important event to coordinate for an A-list client coming up soon. It was a bit of relief; Pietro’s concern was surpassing bearable levels and you didn’t think that he would calm down until cel mic was here.

“The probability of what?” Bruce produced a vial and hooked it up to the IV tube.

The temporary solution. A bit of Wanda’s mutant blood to mix with your own. The magic in her blood was the universal mutation blood type. Or type “M” as Pietro joked. Bruce and Dr. Cho were hard at work to find a treatment that didn’t require Wanda giving blood every day. It helped, but you remained week and bed ridden. You were only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom—with assistance, annoying and embarrassing—and get one small walk in a day. It was getting old really fast.

“Dying.” Your voice didn’t falter and you held your gaze steady. Bruce took a moment to deliberate. “There’s a small chance, right? Both me and cel mic?”

“Forty-five.” Bruce squatted down next to you, empathetic.

“That is lower than I thought. So, silver lining.”

“And that’s without me finding a treatment for you. I think I’m close.” Bruce patted your arm.

“I believe in you.”

“I will get back to work then. Do you need anything else?” Bruce pushed off of his knees.

“The remote is all.” Bruce pushed the coffee table next to the couch so you had access to the touch pad and your drinks.  “And thank you.”

Bruce nodded and went back to the lab. You found something to watch, but the move from the infirmary to the living room had actually taken a toll on you. It was only a matter of minutes before your eyelids got heavy.

Steve wandered into the living room and stopped at the sight of you passed out on the couch. Your arms curled over your stomach. Protecting it. He reached over you and pulled the blanket down over you.

Steve looked to the TV and recognized the show, he settled unto the end of the couch and watched over you. You were one of them now, so it was his duty as your captain to make sure you were okay.

Two hours later Steve was still there as you stirred and felt a presence. You looked at him through bleary eyes.

“Oh, hey. Am I in the way?” You tried to sit up and make more room on the couch. Steve rushed to stop you, and you gladly slumped back into the couch. What wouldn’t you give for coffee right now. It was the worst being tired all the time.

“Band of Brothers, huh?” Steve motioned to the TV.

“Yeah, my great-grandfather fought in World War II and I used to watch this with him before he passed away a couple years back.”

“Now that makes me feel old.” Steve shook his head.

“Well, you kind of are. I wonder if he ever met you. He was in Europe on the front-line. He probably was a fan, he too liked to punch Nazis.” You grinned.

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“True, give me the opportunity I would gladly do so and make it a tribute to my great-grandfather.”

“Should I recruit you?” Steve joked.

“Pietro would try to kill you. The last thing he wants is me to be anywhere near a Nazi, AKA Hydra.”

“You’re not wrong.”

You slipped into a comfortable silence, that was until your stomach groaned. “Do you know an authentic Mexican place that has killer tamales and delivers?”