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barcaatthemoon · 1 month

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down for the count || barcelona x teen!reader ||

you take a bad hit during a game.

some things weren't meant to be joked about. you knew that you could be a bit dramatic, often treating little things like they were big deals. you weren't sure when it had become funny to you to see the look of concern on your teammates' faces whenever you'd go down for a few seconds too long before they realized that you were fine. you knew that it wasn't really funny, but you liked having the knowledge that someone genuinely cared for you.

el classico matches were big deals, and jonatan made you promise to be on your best behavior if you wanted to start. mapi was out on injury, so she wouldn't be there to spur you on towards trouble. everybody seemed to understand the impact of this particular match, it was alexia's first el classico since her injury.

"good luck today, la reina." your tone was cheery and playful, usually something the girls knew meant trouble. however, you genuinely were trying to be on your best behavior. none of them mentioned it, but you could feel them watching you closely throughout the warm ups.

the game iself wasn't what you had expected. you had played in big matches before, where tensions were high and players tended to be a bit aggressive. several girls had nearly trucked through you, and the refs didn't seem to be paying much attention of any of it. you were getting frustrated, and the playfulness from before faded away. the girls were still watching you, but they weren't paying enough attention to notice the switch.

you took a shot that was knocked out of bounds by the keeper, resulting in a corner. you thought your position was good, near the goal, but a bit further away from defenders and misa. she had been putting in the work to block your shots, even going as far as complimenting you on your progress during half-time.

"it's up!" you shouted as you jumped up to head the ball in. you felt something collide with your stomach, knocking you backwards before you could hit the ball. your body was shot back a few feet. alexia had always nagged you about your positioning during corners, claiming that it tended to be in dangerous spots. as you flew backwards towards the goal post, you realized just what she meant.

your head hit the post with a sickening crack. it wasn't a thud, and you didn't move an inch. misa immediately moved to crouch down next to you. she didn't know what to do, but anger filled her as she realized that none of your teammates were coming over to check on you. they all assumed that you were faking it. it wasn't until you hadn't moved for a couple of minutes that any of them sprung into action.

ingrid was the first one by your side. she knelt down next to you and gently moved your head to see where it hit. a wave of nausea washed over her as she saw the blood dripping out from the back of your head. if it wasn't for the small, shallow breaths, ingrid would have thought you were dead.

"pequena, come on, wake up," ingrid pleaded with you. alexia was the next one by your side. it took every ounce of her strength not to just break down as she looked at you. "she's not moving alexia. i don't know what to do."

"we have to let them take her. she'll probably wake up at the hospital," alexia said. it was more for herself than ingrid. she didn't want to finish the game anymore. alexia didn't want to do anything until she knew that you were alright. there wasn't a player on the field who wasn't in some form of distress over what they saw happen to you. for a moment, the whole world seemed to care about you, but you weren't awake to see it.

…

it took nearly two days for you to stablize, and even longer for you to wake up. your parents had stopped by, but only briefly. they had been back in barcelona on business when the game was going on. it was a lucky break that they had been able to show up, despite the fact that you were their only child.

alexia was sickened by the way they dismissed you, even as you laid there in a coma. she may have been the most strict with you and always at her wit's end with your pranks, but alexia loved you. she wanted to protect you, and seeing you in the hospital bed killed her. still, she didn't let herself break down in fear that you'd wake up to see her like that.

"it's been nearly a week," lucy said as she glanced at your bed. "have they said anything?"

"the swelling in her brain is still going down. they've only just been able to go in and repair the damage to her skull. we're all lucky that she didn't hit her head in any other spot or she'd be dead," alexia said. she was just repeating what the doctor had rattled off in rapid spanish back to her english teammate. you had always been fond of lucy, and so lucy decided that she'd stay in your hospital room with you.

"she'll make it out of this, alexia. (y/n), she's a tough little brat," lucy said. alexia needed the reassurance almost as much as she needed you to wake up.

"thank you." alexia reached out to hold lucy's hand. it was as she started to pull hers out of yours that she felt movement. you tried to squeeze her hand and pull it back towards you as you stirred in your sleep. alexia didn't want to get too excited, but lucy shot straight up from her seat.

"(y/n), are you awake?" you heard lucy's voice, but it sounded muffled and a bit echoed. alexia leaned closer towards you as your eyes fluttered open. you let out a small groan at all of the bright lights and your body's sudden discomfort. your head hurt in a way that sent waves of pain all over your body.

"ale, i hurt," you whined. alexia had tried so hard to keep herself composed, and for the most part, it had worked. however, the moment that you looked at her with pain and confusion in your eyes, the dam broke. alexia's head shot down to rest against the side of your bed, but you could tell from the way that her body shook that she was crying. "ale?"

"it's okay, (y/n), she needs this. i'll be right back, okay? i have to get the doctors and call the team," lucy said. you nodded, obviously not going anywhere. lucy was back fairly quickly, and alexia was rushed outside as the doctors caught you up on what happened and ran a few tests. by the time that they were finished, the majority of the team had arrived and were all packed into your room.

"i am glad that you're okay," alexia said as she took your hand in hers. it had taken a couple of hours for the team to stop doting on you, but now things felt normal again. you felt like you were in the locker room, with the exception of alexia, who hadn't left your side. "you scared us all back there… including me. especially me, actually. i'm so sorry that i wasn't there sooner, i don't know what i would have done if you'd…"

"i'm fine, alexia, so you don't have to think like that. mapi's taking me back with her because my parents just left for america and won't be back for another six months. ingrid will be practically begging you for help supervising us," you said with a smile. alexia cracked a small one as well. she was a little fuzzy on the details of your relation to mapi, as was everybody, but the woman had always treated you like her little sister. all anybody needed to know was that you were her family, and all you needed to know was that mapi would always be there for you.

#woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #barcelona x reader #barcelona imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #teen reader #platonic fic

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goldenwilliamson · 6 months

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winners and losers | leah williamson

pairing: leah williamson x reader

summary: bit of an angsty one where leah and matildas!reader play against each other in an england v aus friendly (based on that one in april this year) where england lose. leah blames herself. reader takes on sam kerr's position lol. the goals and the game is based on this game if interested

word count: 2.5k

When you found out that a friendly had been scheduled between Australia and England, you and Leah had initially felt excited. It wouldn't be the first time you two had come up against each other in your national teams, and it sure wouldn't be the last. Something about playing against each other lit a fire in your belly. It made you both want to be performing at your highest level, almost showing off to the other about how well you can play for your country.

You had also recently been made the captain of the Matildas, something that made Leah immensely proud.

"I can't believe we get to do a coin toss together," you had told Leah when you first found out about the Australia v England game.

"That's what you're most looking forward to? The coin toss?" Your girlfriend laughed at you.

"I've never done one with you before!" You defend yourself.

"You're a bit cute you know?" Leah poked fun at you.

"I'm also looking forward to seeing you in your England kit with the armband on," you said.

"Mm, do you have a thing for captains or something?" Leah said.

"I do when it's you," you told her, which made her laugh.

"Well I for one can't wait to see you as captain, baby," she kissed you as she said this.

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People often asked about how you deal with playing against your girlfriend, and you always said the same thing: "In football there's got to be a winner and a loser, and we both know that."

You and Leah were well equipped to deal with losses and to support each other no matter the outcome. You were professionals, and you loved each other enough to not let the result of a 90 minute game impact your relationship.

The day rolled around that the Matildas would be playing the Lionesses, and you and Leah hadn't seen each other for a few days while you were both in camp. You exchanged a few texts in the morning, wishing each other luck, and promising to see each other when the game was over.

It was an important game for the Matildas. The Lionesses had been on a winning streak since Sarina Wiegman became their manager, making them one of the toughest teams to beat in the world. The Matildas were also trying to strengthen the depth of their side, bringing in younger players in the lead up to the World Cup. It was going to be a difficult game, and they knew it.

As kick off approached you felt the electricity of walking into the stadium alongside England players at a home game. Even though the crowd wasn't there for you team, you still felt the excitement as you walked out side by side with Leah as the captains. You went through the pre-match process of the anthems and then the coin-toss and exchange of the pennants with Leah. She had already adopted her stern game face. You looked in her eyes, feeling slightly disconnected from her, knowing the stakes were so high for your team.

Before you split to get in position you and Leah shook hands and before you stepped away she pulled you close so she could speak into you ear.

"Looking good captain," she said, stepping out of her professionalism for a moment, finally smirking and letting her serious exterior relax. You laughed for a second, having been caught off guard.

"Are you trying to throw me off?" You say playfully and she shrugs her shoulders innocently before patting your cheek and running off to her spot in the back line.

You smile as you move to your space on the pitch as the striker. Then the ref blew the whistle and the game was underway.

Australia held up well against the strength of the Lionesses, maintaining possession and creating some chances. But it was in the last quarter of the first half when things started to fall into place. Clare Hunt sends the ball forward and you can see that it's going to fall in a prime position for you. As Australia's leading goal scorer you knew what had to be done, and you started to run for it. Leah saw what was happening and began to run too, racing you to the ball.

Leah knew that you only needed one shot and you would put the ball in, and with the mounting pressure she attempted to header the ball back towards Mary, but incidentally ended up planting the ball right at your feet. You heard her wince as you saw the opportunity for the goal open up right in front of you.

Even though you knew it was a major blunder on Leah's behalf, you seized the moment, you chipped the ball over Mary with ease and watched as it hit the back of the net.

As you turned around to celebrate you caught one quick look at the disappointment on your girlfriends face before you were surrounded by your teammates. It was an important goal in an important match. You knew that the goal was gifted to you by Leah, and she would no doubt be regretting it for the rest of the game, but you couldn't have let that opportunity go.

At half time Tony assured you all that you could come out of this match on top. You were up 1 point against an undefeated team, and now you just had to maintain the ground that you've already covered.

The second half continued with little luck for England who seemed unable to get a strong shot on target. But on your side, another chance opened up in the 67th minute. You were running out on the right when the ball came to you, and glancing into the box you saw some yellow jerseys and sent the ball in. Charli Grant found it and sent it into the net, giving Australia a 2 point lead as you entered the final leg of the game.

At this point excitement was bubbling, and you and your team were fired up, knowing it was all about holding onto the lead now. And as the game drew to a close, you had managed to do so. At the final whistle the result was 2-0 to Australia.

You and your team celebrated, knowing this win was a massive achievement, especially in the lead up to the World Cup. Your teammates praised you for your goal and for your assist in the second goal. As you started to shake hands with the England players, many of whom you had a great relationship, you struggled to find your girlfriend.

You scanned the blue jerseys and saw she was almost on the other side of the pitch to you, speaking to Georgia and looking like she was giving herself a hard time. Warily, you jogged over.

"Hey," you said tentatively, and Leah hardly even looked at you.

"Good work mate," Georgia said, giving you a hug,

"Thanks G, you too," you said, beginning to feel awkward as Leah remained quiet.

"You alright?" You looked at your girlfriend with concern and she shook her head. You tried to touch her shoulder reassuringly, but she slinked away from you.

"I need a minute," Leah said bluntly, leaving you to stand with Georgia, feeling useless, unable to console your upset girlfriend.

"Did you get a word out of her?" You ask Georgia.

"Yeah, she'll be alright. I think she just feels guilty about that giving away that ball to you," Georgia explains. Of course, you think. You knew in the moment that her mistake would weigh on her, but you didn't expect it to be this bad.

"Yeah, okay. Well I'll give her some space I guess," you tell Georgia.

"That might be a good idea for now," Georgia affirms, patting you on the back.

You make your way back towards your teammates, shaking your head, feeling the pride of your win being overshadowed by Leah's disappointment in herself. The team circles up and Tony gives the team the praise they deserve, but your eyes wander around the pitch, watching Leah. You see her talk to her team mates, gesturing frustratedly, looking like she is taking the responsibility for their loss.

Before all the England players make their way off the pitch you decide you have to talk to her before you get on the bus back to your hotel, not wanting to leave her in a bad way. You jog over to her and grab hold of her wrist.

"Lee," you say as you she turns to face you.

She sighs, "Look I'm just in my head. I'll get out of there soon, but I just need some space, okay?"

Your heart breaks slightly, but you let go of her arm and say you understand.

With practiced ease she takes your hands in hers and kisses your knuckles, "I'm proud of you," she clarifies, "I'm just annoyed with myself."

"Alright," you take a deep breath, "Call me when you're feeling up to it."

She nods and leaves you standing alone as she follows her teammates back to the change room. Steph Catley notices you by yourself, having watch the interaction between you and Leah and she heads your way.

"Come on superstar," she hugs you from behind, "She'll be okay."

"Thanks Stephy," you smile, feeling glad to have players around who knew both you and Leah so well.

On the bus on the way back to the hotel, you put your headphones on as you mindlessly scroll through instagram, seeing all the posts about the game you just played.

A clip of your goal appears and you watch it a couple of times before clicking into the comments.

Williamson suddenly forgets how to defend when it's her missus

Such bad defending you'd think they planned it

Leah was hoping she could give her girlfriend a goal and England would still win... bad luck girls

Leah Williamson, the Matildas 12th player tonight

First Lionesses loss because Williamson was too distracted by Y/L/N

You cringe as your read them and quickly swipe out of the criticism of Leah. You rub your face with your hands, feeling upset that Leah will no doubt be reading all this too.

You take your headphones off and turn to Steph, who had sat next to you on the bus trip.

"Should I at least send Leah a text?" You ask her.

"I don't think it would hurt," Steph shrugs.

"I've just been reading the worst comments about her defending, and I feel like it's my fault," you explain.

"Y/N, it's not your fault. This is your job and it's Leah's job too. Obviously it's a shock to lose for the first time in a while, and she'll be carrying the weight of the loss because of one little mistake she made, but in the grand scheme of things it's nothing new, it's just football. She'll realise that," Steph says.

"Yeah, okay. Thanks Steph," you say, squeezing her thigh gratefully.

You pull your phone back out and open your messages to Leah and begin typing:

I'm sorry you're carrying the weight of this loss Leah. I know it doesn't feel good, and I hate that I played a part in you feeling this way. I know it's easier said than done but don't let one mistake make you doubt yourself. You're an immensely talented player, a wonderful captain, and the best partner I could ask for. I'm here for you when you need me. Love you xxx

You send it off without a second thought and allow your head to rest against the window of the bus until you arrive back at the hotel. You check your phone once you get to your room, but still there's no response from Leah. Switching your phone off, you set it down and decide to go to sleep, hoping Leah might get back to you throughout the night.

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In the morning you check your phone and there is still no reply from Leah. You groan into your pillow, hating to not be on good terms with your girlfriend. You pull yourself out of bed and pack your things up before heading downstairs to say goodbye to all the girls flying back to their clubs.

You organise an Uber back to your apartment in North London, unsure about whether or not Leah would be there already. When you open the door you can hear the sounds of footsteps upstairs in your bedroom and you feel yourself tense up slightly.

You shut the front door behind you set your bags down. You glance into the kitchen as you start to walk upstairs and see a bouquet of flowers still wrapped up in paper laying on the counter, which is reassuring. If Leah was mad there's no way she would've stopped for flowers on the way home.

When you walk into your bedroom you find Leah hanging up clothes in the wardrobe. She turns and faces you with a nervous face.

"Hey," she says, setting down the shirt in her hands on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" You ask.

"Like the worst girlfriend in the world," she sinks into the end of the bed now and you move to sit down on the bed with her, tucking your feet up onto the mattress.

"I don't think you could do anything that would make you worthy of that title," you assure her.

"I don't know, I think being so selfish that you don't congratulate your girlfriend on winning a game is pretty shit."

"Leah, you weren't being selfish. You were disappointed and that's okay, losing sucks, especially when you've had as much success as you have."

"I was disappointed, but I shouldn't have acted like it was your fault, because it wasn't. I'm sorry for not talking to you, I promise I wanted to spend time with you after the game, but I chose to be a sook instead," Leah says and you laugh lightly.

"Poor Georgia had to mediate when you stormed off," you laugh.

"God, I was being proper stroppy," Leah scoffs.

"Well I'm glad you're feeling better now," you tell her, leaning in and finally getting the chance to kiss your girlfriend for the first time in days.

"Much better, and I'm sorry again," she says.

"It's alright. I'm used to Williamson tantrums, but usually I'm not on the receiving end," you say.

"And I promise you never will be again," she says, kissing you again.

"You're welcome for the goal by the way," Leah manages to make a joke of the situation, assuring you that all was fine.

"Yeah thanks, we needed that win," you laugh.

"Cheeky," Leah groans as she tackles you onto the mattress, seemingly ready to make up for her bad mood in another way.

#leah williamson #lionesses #woso x reader #woso community #lionesses x reader #leah williamson x reader #awfc #matildas #matildas!reader

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bonefall · 6 months

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so if Mudfur kind of regretted taking Leopardstar to the clan, instead of leaving her safely with Brightsky (well, regretted might be strong word? he did felt like Shite given how she turned out).. then how did Leopardstar felt about him becoming a cleric after winning a fight with Adderfang? i know that timeline-vise she was probably a baby and probably didnt had strong opinion Yet, but like.. if she looked back at his decision, was she be disappointed? angry even?

i have seen posts with how Mudfur felt about her later, but i dont think i seen anything about how Leopardstar felt about her dad.. and maybe even her mom (if she even has memory of her or anything)

Ohh nonnie you're right. Let's talk about BB!Leopardstar.

She is absolutely ashamed of what Mudfur is. She was born after all these glorious stories of her father took place, but to say she was "raised in his shadow" would be a misstatement. She was raised with his legacy as a SETTING SUN.

It was something in the distance, just below the horizon, painting the sky in royal pink, gold, and purple. Though she had never seen the sun itself, the impacts it had on the world were breathtaking, awe-inspiringly beautiful.

And yet, the sun had hidden itself away. Its magnificence is fleeting. He had locked himself away in the Cleric's den, and acted as a Mi to herself and her sister, setting nightfall upon RiverClan

How DARE he? When you are radiant, worth SO much to your Clan as an undefeatable warrior, LEGENDARY in your strength, you should feel RESPONSIBILITY to share that warmth. But he, with only the paltry connection to StarClan of a regular warrior, had chosen "his own happiness" and forsaken RiverClan in the process.

And to be breaking your Vow as a Cleric, to be RAISING CHILDREN when you should be serving your Clan?? Had he not taken to heart the story of Larkstripe? Or respected the pain and sacrifice of Moth Flight as her children were (given/stolen/claimed/bestowed)* to the Clans?

How selfish! And Hailstar enabled him!

Leopardfur is the great-granddaughter of Volestar, who was appointed by Darkstar herself to continue her legacy in spite of any opposition from Oakstar. Volestar kept RiverClan out of the Crusades and was the ONLY outspoken opponent of the madness, adamantly defending the Queen’s Rights and asserting that her Clan was different from the other three.

Leopardstar wants to set this legacy "straight."

Darkstar, Volestar, Hailstar, and eventually Crookedstar are a line of cats who have allowed RiverClan to become weak. Clerics raising kits! Accepting help from Fireheart! Obvious violations of the Law of Loyalty! StarClan took Silverstream to TEACH CROOKEDSTAR A LESSON and yet he just allowed Graystripe to waltz right in bearing the HalfClan kits like a gift, asking him for details of his treachery.

When she took power, she was glad to finally be able to explore options for ousting Mudfur. If he wouldn't take an apprentice, then she would simply exile him and have Tigerstar's cleric train a new one.

So. She did.

Did it pain her? Yes of course, he was her Mi, after all. She does love her family, yes, yes. But she knows the meaning of the word "sacrifice," and HE does not.

#BB!Leopardstar #Better bones au #BB!TPB #The Tiger in RiverClan

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loggiepj · 1 year

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FORBIDDEN

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Part 5

Y/N WAS effortlessly sent flying unto the ground, making her curse and grunt in pain.

"Again!" A woman with blonde hair, probably a few years older than Y/n, breathily demanded.

But the teenager Y/n only scoffed before she let out a tired sigh. "Don't you think I've had enough for the day? Okay, you win. You're the strongest of us all. If you aren't, then you wouldn't be my mentor."

The other woman grabbed the back collar of Y/n's tunic as she pulled the latter to her feet. "If you're just going to be a tardy ass, then I think you'd be better off in domestic servant works rather than in the front lines. You're already sixteen, Y/n, for pete's sake."

This made Y/n pull away from her grasp, glaring at her. Although, the eyes she sent towards the woman softened immediately the moment she saw her also tired state.

They had been training for hours after breakfast. It had always been like this ever since the unexpected attack that happened in the neighboring village days ago. Y/n's parents had urgently resorted to send her under training so she could defend herself in case the need to fight would arise.

But what Y/n didn't expect was to have the lone young knight to be her mentor. Y/n and her friends used to talk about the woman being exiled away from her own kingdom due to her insane methods.

"Nat," Y/n began.

"Don't call me that!" The woman spat, advancing a foot towards the other. Y/n stepped back with hands raised in defense.

"My apologies," Y/n hurriedly added. "Romanoff, I already told you. Strength and hand-to-hand combat are not my thing. I'm never going to be good at this. Father has been training me since I learned how to walk. And to think that I'm still not better than this. Then it's . . . hopeless, okay?"

Romanoff let out a sigh. "Fine, what can you do? Hide underground whenever the enemies are around?"

"Hey, cowardice and being clever are two different things."

"Not in my book."

"I didn't know you write books—"

"Don't get smart on me."

"Although, if you wanted so badly for me to read them, you could have just told me—"

"Don't," Romanoff cut her off, advancing forward, trapping Y/n against the trunk of the tree behind her, "test me."

The close proximity between them made Y/n lose focus on the argument, her eyes drifting towards the lips before her. When her eyes averted to Romanoff's, she found the latter also doing the same. Chest abnormally rose and fell, as if still caught up with training. But for Y/n, it was for a different reason.

"How can you defend the camp, your parents, your own family, if you won't be able to defend yourself?" Romanoff muttered with jaw clenched.

"I'm . . . I'm pretty good at archery."

This softened the mentor's stature.

"I," Y/n softly added, "I'm really good with bows and arrows."

Romanoff then stepped back. "Show me."

A wide grin spread on Y/n's face as she made her way back to her parents' hut, where she retrieved her weapons.

Y/N SUDDENLY woke up disoriented and lost, making her look around her surroundings, which was surprisingly crowded at the moment. The others were there with Layla sitting on the side of her bed. The witch squeezed her hand, almost making the human jump.

"Y/n, you're finally awake," Layla gasped happily. The witch's friends rejoiced behind her, as if they had witnessed the reunion of two lovers.

Layla's presence overwhelmed the normie, the small headache in the latter's head slowly turning into a migraine. Thankfully, Pepper noticed this, making her shoo Layla and her friends out the tent.

Once alone, Y/n managed to a sit as she asked, "How long was I out?"

"Two days," Pepper replied, handing Y/n a glass of water. Y/n took a small sip before her hand instinctively went to wrap around her side.

"Does it hurt?"

Y/n shook her head, pulling her tunic up to see the bandaged area. "It just feels weird . . . I swore I could have died."

There was a short pause after that, making Y/n remember about what happened. But before she could put much thought into it and ask how Pepper managed to heal her, Pepper abruptly broke the silence.

"I bet you must be hungry. I'll head to Bruce's kitchen to request for a meal."

"Thank you," Y/n said, her eyes then taking in the flowers on her bedside table. "What are all these flowers for?"

Pepper softly chuckled. The innocent and oblivious look on the human's face was too fun to look at. "You've got a lot of admirers, Y/n. Especially, one certain witch—"

"Oh, Layla and I are not a thing, I promise," Y/n interjected.

"I'm talking about Wanda," Pepper said, smiling.

Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion. "What about her?"

The nurse shrugged her shoulders. "She visits you a lot. I just thought you're someone special to her."

Pepper left the human with a lot of questions. Y/n couldn't help the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and the redness from her cheeks from growing. Did Wanda really do that?

She shook her head. Of course not. Y/n must have slept too long, for she might still be dreaming.

DAYS AGO, Wanda hadn't left Y/n's side once visitors were finally allowed inside the nurse's infirmary. Although, she had done it so discreetly that others apart from Pepper couldn't even tell.

Pepper told her Y/n had lost a lot of blood, so she had no choice but to use one of the healing spells found in Grimoire, an old book of black magic.

Y/n's wound was still there, stitched closed, soon to become a scar to remind the human of the good deeds she had done in her life, to remind Wanda of how she had completely misunderstood humans.

Wanda's parents used to teach her and Pietro about all the spells, including the ones she had unintentionally read from the book hidden by her father in their basement. But she had never really put it into practice, not when most of the time, she was just living along witches who just knew how to do it. And she never needed to perform one.

When Pepper first saw Wanda visit Y/n, she didn't make a noise so as not to startle Wanda. Wanda had gotten so worried for Y/n hadn't even stirred for hours straight since yesterday and she wondered if the spell Pepper casted wouldn't help normies at all.

"She's a tough one. Y/n, I mean."

Wanda jumped in surprise, eyes filled with embarrassment from getting caught of being there. Her mind started to think whether she'd had the time to slip out the tent or not.

As if sensing the trouble swimming in the woman's eyes, Pepper added, "It's okay, you don't need to leave. I know you don't trust Avengers that much, but I swear you and your friends are in good hands."

Wanda swallowed a lump in her throat before she calmed down.

"Is Y/n going to be okay?" Wanda asked, her eyes now on Y/n.

Pepper nodded. "She'll probably be awake tomorrow or later than that. The loss of blood really took a toll in her body."

Wanda's hand clung unto the sheets before her, craving to touch the motionless hand just laying inches away.

"I saw you use one of the forbidden healing spells on her. Does it work on humans?" She was worried so she had to ask.

The nurse stiffened before she smiled, understanding where the other witch was coming from, although she was surprised how Wanda had known. "We've been using these spells for a while now, especially when Deviants had become so barbaric. It would be a miracle when no Avenger will be sent to my tent after a mission."

There was a pause after that before Pepper went on.

"Y/n has been doing this since she was a teenager, so you need not worry."

Wanda tensed, remembering what her brother had said to her. "Since her parents were killed by witches, right?"

Pepper nodded sadly. "I can still remember the first time Y/n and I crossed paths."

Wanda looked at the nurse and listened, her hand stretched before her, the tip of her finger touching Y/n's pinkie finger. How one single small touch could bring so much into her, Wanda had no idea.

"I knew her one time when her parents had adopted stray witches. I was one of them," Pepper continued. "And when I saw Y/n again some time later, she was crying. When I asked what happened, she said that bad people murdered her family. And I can still remember the fear in her eyes. It was tragic to see."

Wanda's guilt had reached to the brim, for Y/n and her fate were no different, making her realize that the world was not divided by witches and humans after all, but of good people and the bad ones.

Another patient groaned on the other side of the tent, making Pepper excuse herself to attend. Then it was just Wanda and Y/n alone.

Wanda couldn't help but stare at Y/n's resting features though, how she looked so calm, quiet and beautiful, her skin looking so soft and inviting, urging her to touch the human's hand.

Beautiful?

Did Wanda really just think Y/n's beautiful?

Wanda shook her head, shaking herself from the silly thoughts. She was just guilty of what she had said to the human, nothing else.

Her shaking fingers slowly reached out to Y/n, until she could wrap them around the human's soft hand and relax from the warmth she exuded.

"I'm so sorry," Wanda murmured, licking her lips nervously. "I didn't mean what I said to you. Please get better."

The witch swore Y/n's fingers twitch from her touch but she could just be imagining it.

TWO DAYS have passed before the news about Y/n finally waking up reached to Wanda. Wanda had never found herself rushing to things before, heart thuddering so loud inside her chest on the possibility of seeing Y/n again.

Just to give her apologies. Just to apologize. Or so Wanda tried to convince herself.

She hurriedly barged outside of her tent, accidentally bumping into someone she had been dreading to avoid in her entire life.

"Wanda, I found you. Pietro didn't mention to me that you're here too."

Wanda let out an annoyed sigh as she acknowledged the man before her. "Vision."

Vision surprisingly gave her a hug to which she didn't reciprocate. The female witch couldn't wait to get out from the uncomfortable position.

Vision had become a nuisance in Wanda's life, ever since the former saw the latter while visiting for some stocks in the neighboring town. Vision had then set his eyes on the beautiful damsel, while the lady only saw him as nothing but an arrogant, self-righteous man.

"What are you doing here?" she asked rather harshly.

Vision didn't seem to notice her tone though. "It's also what I'm going to ask you, Wanda. You cannot trust humans, especially the Avengers. It appears that Pietro is one of them. Don't tell me you are too?"

Wanda raised her eyebrow at him, her arms crossing over her chest. "And what if I am?"

"Come on, Wanda," Vision scoffed, challenging the woman. "I know how you despise humans. Remember what they did to our families, to your parents?"

Wanda shook her head, stepping away from Vision as she headed towards Pepper's tent. Vision followed her.

"The past is the past, Vision," she replied, trying to walk as fast as possible. The man matched her pace.

"So you're willing to forgive them after all?"

"They saved you," Wanda defended. "They saved us."

"What about your parents?" Vision went on. "What would they say to you if they're alive?"

"Vision, stop pestering my sister!"

Pietro came to the rescue. Wanda had never been more grateful.

"I'm just saying I wouldn't want my future wife to be fraternizing with humans, it's just revolting to see," Vision said.

Wanda scoffed in disbelief, stopping in her tracks. "Wife?! Have you gone delusional?"

Pietro only pushed Vision back when the latter attempted to reach for Wanda.

"You're the reason Y/n got hurt," Pietro started, fists clutching the front of Vision's tunic. "Aren't you thankful enough she saved you?"

Wanda's eyes suddenly turned red, indescribable emotion resurfacing inside her. She had moments like this before but she couldn't seem to remember how to control it. "What did you say?"

Pietro and Vision paused arguing, eyes averted towards the red mist swirling around Wanda's hands.

Pietro hurriedly let Vision go and escorted his sister behind someone's tent to calm down.

"Breathe with me, Wanda," Pietro softly cooed at her, rubbing her shoulders. "Inhale . . . exhale."

Wanda did as her brother had told her.

Eventually, the red in her eyes disappeared.

"I'm sorry," Wanda apologized, blinking in confusion as if she had just woken up. "I didn't lose control, right?"

Pietro shook his head. "No, Sis, it's okay. You're okay."

The last thing Wanda wanted was to lose control inside the Avengers' camp.

"Come on," Pietro began, bringing her back to her senses. "Y/n's finally awake, let's go visit her."

Forcing a smile, Wanda nodded, trying to bury the worry of what she could have done when she'd lost her control.

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nikethestatue · 8 months

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The weird fetishizing of Gwyn Berdara as some kind of stabby warrior bloodthirsty fiend who endlessly wants to spar, fight, clash and (did I mention) stab everyone around her is...weird.

Gwyn and Elain are needlessly compared to each other all the time, though they are completely different characters with incredibly different, yet similar histories.

Elain is presented as meek, weak and scared, abhorring violence and someone who 'can't handle Azriel's darkness'. Gwyn is presented as a valiant, brave, violent, sword and dagger expert, who is a bonafide warrior. She is a Carynthian. She is a Valkyrie.

The canon reality for both of these character is actually absolutely different from the headcanons that have been assigned to them.

Yes, Elain does not seek out violence. She is not a fighter, she doesn't necessarily like weapons or blood. Who does, though? Feyre couldn't bring herself to fight in the final battle, because it was so horrific, and she was a much more experienced fighter. Nesta wouldn't pick up a sword or anything, until she started training with Cassian. Yet it was Elain--the meek and weak Elain--who took Truth Teller from Azriel and rammed it into the king's throat. One ultimate act of extreme violence, which she partook in willingly. One brave moment to save her sister and her future brother-in-law and give a massive advantage to Prythian's armies.

It was the meek and weak Elain Archeron, who having been turned Fae, still volunteered to go and meet with Lord Nolan, while knowing that he had a grove of ash trees growing on his land, that he had violent dogs and guards. But it needed to be done. The meeting needed to happen, and she did it.

It was Elain who ultimately volunteered to go and look for Trove objects. She wasn't being forced to do it. Again, she knew that it needed to be done and she did it.

Her strength is in that she consistently overcomes her fears and her indecisiveness to make an impact. Yes, she gave back Truth Teller (which was lent to her) and no, she does not like violence. But Elain consistently steps out of the shadows--literally and figuratively--to make a difference. And that is a different kind of strength.

Gwyn was completely powerless at one point in her life--she was caught and she lived through the most horrific trauma imaginable. And Gwyn ultimately stood up for herself with her training, with the ability to learn how to defend herself, so she would not be powerless ever again.

But is Gwyn really the fearless stabby queen that her fans pretend she is? Who did she ever stab, exactly? Who did she ever kill?

She was unwillingly thrown into the Blood Rite and she survived. She lured the beasts to the warriors and they died. Do we assume that she ENJOYED that? That it gave her a bloody good rush to watch men (even violent men) be ripped apart? I doubt it.

Gwyn is a survivor. But as much as people don't like to see it this way, things HAPPEN to Gwyn and she reacts. Nesta invited her to train. Gwyn agreed. The catalyst for all of Gwyn's growth has been Nesta. On her own, Gwyn's done very little actively, other than find out about the Valkyries.

Not only is Gwyn still unable to leave the Library, but she is not even able to deal with Merrill in a mature way. She fears her, and Nesta needed to help her out with the misplaced book.

Elain not only survived the Cauldron (first), and per the King's comment, only the strong can survive it, but she survived the capture, she fought the naga with her bare feet and she insisted that Briar be saved, to her and Azriel's great detriment.

Do you always have to be a warrior to do great and valiant deeds? No.

Gwyn is remembered for her tenacity, her positive attitude, her acceptance of Nesta, her friendship and her intelligence. The whole 'stabby queen' is actually bullshit. She isn't.

The two of them are much more alike actually than different. They both were ripped from their former lives, both had their bodies and psyche irreversibly changed, both suffered at the hands of men and both found strength to go on. Neither is better or worse than the other. Neither one is a stabby queen. Neither one is meek or weak. They are both strong, in different ways. It's time to accept that.

#elain archeron #pro elain #pro gwyn

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nostalgiacauseitstrendy · 8 months

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Mama Bear-Kung Lao x F!Reader

Requested by @undertale-anomaly20

Thank you for the request! I am always open to take MK requests.

Warnings: Children (aaah!), injury, bullying

Background:

Y/n is a member of the White Lotus. Kung Lao and you have a daughter together, Jie (means "outstanding"). You are a formidable opponent in the eyes of Kung Lao (and that's a feat in itself!). In other words, most of the White Lotus know that although restrained, Y/n is not one to be messed with. In this timeline, Liu Kang and Kitana have had a child as well, Yù míng. (chose this name cause it means "jade brightness", why wouldn't Kitana honor Jade?).

Story:

He'll admit. Kung Lao, at first, was not a fan of Y/n. He saw her as a threat to his ego, much like the chosen one himself, Liu Kang. Kung Lao rolled his eyes at the thought. Nevertheless, after getting knocked flat on his back a few times by Y/n, he began to see her differently.

For one, Kung Lao adored that Y/n never tried to impress anyone, she just was impressive. She did not tone herself down for anyone, including Kung Lao himself. She was just as snarky and headstrong as she was from Day 1. But, Y/n could also be really sweet and kind, a sweetness she seemed to only reserve for Kung Lao. Second, much to Kung Lao's joy, Y/n has knocked Liu Kang on his back a few times. Now that he is a god though, no one knows if Y/n is still able to do that. Regardless, Y/n is a valuable asset to the White Lotus.

Most importantly, Y/n made Kung Lao feel like he was good enough. She never made him feel like Liu Kang Lite™. She saw him as his own, worthy being.

After one sparring match, Kung Lao decided to ask Y/n to have some tea with him and chat. It was the best decision he ever made. This became a weekly to eventually nightly affair, spending hours on end chatting and joking with one another. Kung Lao wanted to make this official, but didn't know how.

During a match, Kung Lao managed to have Y/n pinned down for just a moment. Looking into her eyes, he realized he couldn't wait any longer.

"If I win this match, you have to go on a date with me."

With a half smile, Y/n said "Deal."

Unfortunately for Kung Lao, however, Y/n eventually overtook him. Kung Lao looked extremely defeated, but Y/n said, "I never said what happens if I win."

Kung Lao groaned, expecting a embarrassing punishment. Instead, Y/n said, "You have to take me on a date." The energy and excitement surging through Kung Lao was palpable.

After a year, Kung Lao decided it was time to propose. He knew, even long before dating that Y/n was the person he wanted to spend the rest of life with. However, after a beautiful forest wedding, Y/n learned very fast she was pregnant.

After Y/n's announcement that she was pregnant, Kitana announced her pregnancy not a week later. Kung Lao almost felt that Liu Kang did this on purpose, but Y/n had to keep informing him that was not possible. Didn't stop Kung Lao staring daggers at Liu Kang during the first few months of pregnancy.

Ten years later...

The White Lotus still focuses on maintaining and training Earthrealm's best defenders. Of course, this immediately assumed that the current defender's kiddos would be prime candidates.

Although inheriting her parents good looks and strength, Jie did not inherit Kung Lao's overconfidence. In fact, quiet the opposite. She was quiet shy, humble, and somewhat a pushover. Jie struggled to spar, as she never liked the idea of harming anyone- despite the fact that she was strong. She looked a lot like Y/n, but inherited Kung Lao's sweet smile and dimples.

In a twist of irony, Yù míng, Kitana and Liu Kang's daughter, was arrogant. Aware that she is a demigod, she is rather boastful. Not in front of Kitana or Liu Kang, however, as she acts like a perfect angel. Kitana was not around too often, as she was not a White Lotus member. Liu Kang, however, even on the occasional times Liu Kang saw her behavior, didn't intervene. Liu Kang cares about honor and morals, but his little girl has him wrapped around his finger.

Yù míng antagonized Jie. A LOT. Yù míng was smart to be a bully to Jie only when parents weren't around. She often taunted Jie about how her father was the chosen one, while her father was nothing more than a sidekick. She often beat Jie in matches, saying this was due to Jie's inferior father. Jie was obviously frustrated, but was too afraid to actually stand up for herself.

One day, unfortunately for Yù míng, Y/n happened to be passing by when Yù míng and Jie were sparring. Yù míng was being unforgivably cruel to Jie, relentlessly hitting her long after Jie was down. Y/n immediately separated the girls, sending Yù míng on her back, and reprimanding her behavior. Y/n attened to Jie, making sure she was okay.

Yù míng ran off, crying to Liu Kang about how mean Y/n was to her. Liu Kang, against his better judgment, believed Yù míng, rather than believe his daughter was capable of such nastiness. Y/n was not having any of this.

Let's just say, regardless if he is a god or not, we found out Y/n can in fact still beat Liu Kang. After Kitana learned what happened, Yù míng was disciplined, but more importantly, so was Liu Kang.

Interactions:

Y/n: You know Jie doesn't like to fight.

Liu Kang: Doesn't mean I can excuse her from training.

Y/n: I can excuse you from existence if you aren't careful.

...

Kung Lao: Be careful, this is Kung Lao country after all.

Y/n: He said it! Kitana owes me 5 bucks.

Kung Lao: How often do you bet on what I am going to say?

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Kung Lao: If I win, dinners on you.

Y/n: If I win, you are dinner. *wink*

Kung Lao: Don't be surprised if I throw this match.

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Kung Lao: Jie looks just like you.

Y/n: You say that as if it is a bad thing.

Kung Lao: It hurts my ego, just a little.

Y/n: Is she the baby or you?

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Y/n: God or not, I am still going to win.

Liu Kang: You are too confident, just like your husband.

Y/n: My confidence isn't misplaced.

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nesiacha · 9 days

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In defense for Marie Antoinette

A long time ago following a passionate debate and good reblogs that you can easily find on Tumblr (if everyone agrees I will put the link), I had fun defending Marie Antoinette (although a fervent sympathizer about the Montagnards).As in two weeks it will be the defense of Manon Roland, I will put this ability to defend to the test by publishing what I had already written about the former queen of France. Here we go:

The problem with Marie Antoinette is that her education was often neglected, and her mother, the Great Marie Thérèse, an excellent politician, instilled in her very conservative ideas, not to mention the fact that she wanted her daughter to become a spy but without the great talent political of her mother. This will be one of the reasons why it will be a great problem when she arrives at the Court.

She won't have the necessary mental strength to face the heaviness of the protocol, and although she caused major problems initially in terms of expenditure, her frankness, unsuitable for a dauphine then a queen, and her frivolity don't help. In addition to the expenses she incurs to please her friends (notably Polignac), wanting to forget the pressure her mother puts on her, despite Louis being a good husband to her, with no children, which is a source of gossip, she decides to increasingly take refuge in Trianon, which again leads to excessive spending, not to mention new clothes. But it's important to note that once she had children, she behaved much less frivolously, more reasonably, less extravagantly, but refused to reintegrate Versailles, which she deemed as heavy and hypocritical (rightly so, but as her mother said, with privileges come duties; if she had made a concession on this side, perhaps she could have obtained less absurd protocol).

Once she had children with her husband Louis XVI, they did everything to ensure that their offspring did not have a high opinion of themselves. Just look at the fact that she wanted her children to dress equally to some of the household children and in her letters indicates that she does not want her daughter to be as arrogant as her aunts. She even tells them that since there are more and more poor people in France, they won't have gifts at a certain period. So she's not a snobbish woman.

Contrary to popular belief, Louis XVI is never influenced by his wife; in fact, she herself knows how to stay in her place as a queen consort and simply prefers to organize certain festivities. But her excessive frankness, rejection of her duties, frivolity in expenditure, and the fact that she sometimes openly shows disdain, for example, for Turgot (one of the few good financial controllers of Louis XVI) will make her the object of all vices in France and a scapegoat for all the decisions of the old Regime.

Do you know who agrees on this point? The revolutionary Saint Just himself in his writings in 1792, who immediately grasped the personality of the Queen in these terms: "Rather deceived than deceitful, rather light than perjured, entirely devoted to pleasure, she seemed to reign not in France but at Trianon."

Moreover, Joséphine de Beauharnais, who was a hundred times more spendthrift and frivolous than her, was much more loved because she took care of her image unlike Marie Antoinette. Perhaps because Marie Antoinette was more frank than her .

In the end, Marie Antoinette stole less from the coffers, so to speak, because her husband wouldn't have let her, and she herself wouldn't have wanted to. Theresia Cabarrus, who profited well from Tallien's scam, was seen as wonderful because she took care of her image. Furthermore, Marie Antoinette clearly displayed her allegiance and stuck to it until the end (although this allegiance was outdated, her mother's conservative ideas about absolute monarchy), faithful to the people she loved (she insisted on sheltering her friends, but Lamballe returned despite the queen's pleas not to do so to support her, faithful to her husband, despite the arranged marriage, because even though she insisted they leave, she didn't want to leave him alone), isn't a friend of the good day only, compared to Cabarrus, who claimed to be imbued with Enlightenment ideas, said she didn't like bloodshed, but in the end, went from one bloody person to another not out of survival (as she liked to say) but out of wealth before marrying a royalist. Yet Theresia and Beauharnais (who took part in the serious scandal during the creation of the Bank of France as a shareholder) did not receive as much criticism.

Of course, we can also understand Marie Antoinette's criticism of Necker, a proud man who is content to borrow and pretend to be more competent than he really is and stabs people in the back (he criticized Turgot but if Turgot hadn't played the "villain," Necker wouldn't have been able to borrow a penny to cover his good reputation not to mention his weather vane attitude and his false attitude as a friend of the people that Marat denounced ), although I don't understand the contempt she had for Turgot.

For her betrayal towards France, I agree with all of you , it's inexcusable, I won't go back on that. What Louis XVI did (primarily him because he was never influenced by his wife, but she also has some responsibility in this regard) is involuntary mass homicide against the French people for the return of absolute monarchy. The problem is that at that time we didn't have the necessary evidence to condemn her (although there was legitim suspicion of the truth), it was a parody and even Saint Just seemed to oppose this execution by telling Robespierre that "this act (the execution) would not benefit national sovereignty." Unfortunately, the person who said this in one of the forums, however, very educated, lost the citation from this book, so let's go cautiously, especially since if the letters had been found, I think Saint Just would have been in favor of the execution of Marie Antoinette. But as mentioned above, at least Antoinette did not betray any ideals, she was clear about that unlike Cabbarus who claimed that she rejected Tallien because of the blood in his hand but then go to Barras, said that she is attired by « les idées lumières » and go to wedding a monarchist, etc., who do not receive as much criticism. But I also understand the hatred she received from Jacques Roux, from a Momoro, and from so many others who never had luxury and found her expenses and behavior legitimately scandalous. But like everyone else outraged and shocked by the behavior of Hébert (and Pache, Chaumette, and Jacques Louis David should not be forgotten even though I like Pache and I find Chaumette unfairly maligned by their best moments it’s was not their best moments and should have died of shame for using such a method, as for Hébert and even to a lesser extent Jacques Louis David, let's not even talk about them).

At least Marie Antoinette unlike other didn’t betrayals the ideas of the revolution unlike some who claimed themself child of the revolution and then betray the revolutionnaries.

If we want to fight against the dishonest people who have blamed everything on people like Saint Just, Robespierre, Couthon, Billaud Varennes (isn't Fouché and Turreau?) we must also do the same thing even for people who are against the revolution even if I agree that the martyrdom of the upper class is tiring and that making Marie Antoinette a pure feminist and innocent icon is just as wrong (but I am here to defend her in this post).

P.S.: I know that Theresia and Joséphine did not harm people unlike their husbands and lovers at least not as much; I do not want to absolve Napoleon, Barras, Tallien; they did not need these women to do what they are reproached for, but to better situate them in relation to Marie Antoinette.

#marie antoinette #frev #french revolution #theresia cabbarus #josephine de beauharnais #fouché #turreau

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welldonekhushi · 30 days

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Call of Duty OC: Katya Kovalevskaya 🌹

An updated bio sheet of Katya! The last one felt like it was straight Wiki format style, but doesn't really explain her character properly, I also added some changes to her character as well so, here you go! <3

GENERAL:

Name: Katya

Full name: Yekaterina Viktornovna Kovalevskaya

Codename: "Katyusha"

Alias(es): Lady of Death (by the Red Army), Mama Katya (by her soldiers), Der Russische Leutnant (by the Germans)

Age: 32 years old (Call of Duty: World at War), 58 years old (Call of Duty: Black Ops), 70 years old (Black Ops: Cold War)

Gender: Female

Nationality: Russian

Languages spoken: Russian, German (for intelligence purposes), English

Date of birth: June 15, 1916

Place of Birth: Ural Mountains, Imperial Russia

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Martial Status: Single

Occupation: Senior Lieutenant and Sniper of the Red Army (retires after the events of the first Black Ops)

Status: Active

Rank: Senior Lieutenant (1942), Lieutenant Colonel (1945)

Affiliation: Red Army, CIA (briefly)

Universe: Call of Duty: World at War, Call of Duty: Black Ops, Black Ops: Cold War (alternative AU)

Faceclaim: Anna Chipovskaya

Song: "Katyusha" by Boris Alexandrov

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Biography: Yekaterina, commonly known as Katya joins the Red Army for the service of the Soviet Union to avenge her parents death under the hands of German forces. While defending her country amidst the raging Second World War, she faces tremendous amounts of obstacles and barriers in her life which often try to make them as her weakness, but the woman was sworn to take her last breath in achieving one goal with her comrades — and that was liberating Berlin.

AFFILIATIONS:

3rd Shock Army (Red Army)

Sergeant Viktor Reznov [K.I.A]

Private Dimitri Petrenko [K.I.A]

Private Chernov [K.I.A]

Commissar Markhov [fate unknown]

Major General Nikita Dragovich [K.I.A]

Colonel Lev Kravchenko [fate unknown]

CIA (Call of Duty: Black Ops)

Alex Mason

Frank Woods

Jason Hudson

Grigori Weaver

SKILLS AND ABILITIES:

Weapon induced: Scoped Mosin-Nagant, Tokarev (TT-33), PPSh-41, Molotov Cocktail, RGD-33

Fighting style: Hand-to-hand combat, but rarely, since she's more used to being a sniper giving covering fire

Special skills: Is a very experienced sniper, that gave her the infamous name of "Lady of Death", but Katya didn't want to coin such a name for herself when she was only serving her people as a soldier of the frontlines.

Talents: Knows natural remedies, holds a lot of empathy for others, can speak fluent German even if she knows a little bit of it

Shortcomings: Due to the incident, she lost her face partially along with the half-vision of her eye throughout the accident, faces survivors guilt, is a bit mentally depressed but she's able to push those negative thoughts down

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFJ (The Defender)

Is very protective towards her comrades: Ever since she lost her parents, Katya had always been searching for a way to cope up with her loss by taking care of the people she loves and believes in the most. Even if she never married, or birthed a child, she automatically unlocked her motherly instincts by calling her comrades as her "sons and daughters", considering them as her one, found family.

Ruthless, but at times merciful: Katya has shown immense strength and courage in the battlefield as a sniper and a squad leader, haunting the Germans in their own sleep thinking Katya wouldn't kill them and make the mattress they're sleeping on as their deathbed. But also, when Katya wants to show mercy, she'll show it. She thinks there's no use to wasting her own bullets on someone who already decided to surrender to the Red Army.

Emotional: Let it be a soldier dying, or a civilian, she'll ask forgiveness from God that she wasn't able to save an innocent despite having the duty to protect her own people. The incident that killed all of her soldiers left her deeply scarred, and believed she committed a bigger sin for being too naive and careless, and she deserved the impact on her face. It was even worse when Nikita Dragovich killed her teammates again by putting them as test subjects for the Nova 6 experiment that made her grow deranged and bloodthirsty to hunt Dragovich and his lapdog, Kravchenko in a fit of vengeance, until the CIA caught her presence.

Intelligent and observant: Katya is more aware of her surroundings ever since the incident impacted her, which caused her to be very vigilant, and grew her intelligence in the battlefield which made her useful for the Red Army as a sniper and as a squad leader in the infantry.

BACKGROUND STORY

Katya was born around 1916 with her mother Elizaveta Kovalevskaya (neé Petrova) and father, Viktor Kovalevsky. Spending her childhood in the Ural Mountains, she learnt how to snipe at a young age from her father, who was a hunter, the reason why she took her father's skill in the field of sniping.

In 1939, she recruited herself in the Red Army as a sniper, in which her talent gave a huge role and reputation among the soldiers as a source of bravery, courage and inspiration, that gave her the name "Lady of Death". But, Katya on the other hand didn't want to coin such a name for herself when she believes she's only doing it for the protection of her own people.

But, in 1941, when Germany attacked Soviet Russia under "Operation Barbarossa", her village became a victim of the attacks, which ended up killing her family in the process. Broken and enraged, Katya wanted to avenge her parents death by going through missions and eliminating every single enemy who tried to cross the Soviet borders. Her life completely changed when one day she encountered General Heinrich Amsel, who was responsible for the death of her family along with many others, wanted to kill him by her own hands but never succeeded because he evaded before she could get to him.

Furious, the General wanted to eliminate Katya in her path, by luring her into a trap that he was staying at a hotel and could grab her an opportunity to end his life there. But little to her knowledge, it was all a set up, when he used that entire building as a decoy with the explosives attached. His soldiers locked away his teammates, including Katya but she was able to break through it. In a desperate attempt to find her comrades who were still locked inside, it was too late before the explosion could take effect, and blew her out of the building, leaving her drastically injured.

The explosion was the turning point of her life, where it emotionally scarred her and made her regret being a soldier, when she couldn't even protect her own soldiers, who basked into the flames of Amsel's planned explosion. She was taken for medical assistance, which took her a month to recover physically, and mentally. But, that didn't stop Katya from retiring, as her mind still revolved around that one goal — to eliminate General Amsel, and push all the German forces back from invading Russia.

Somewhere around 1942, she was promoted to Senior Lieutenant, and became the squad leader for the 3rd Shock Army, and participated in the Battle of Stalingrad alongside Pvt. Dimitri Petrenko and Sgt. Viktor Reznov. As the General's whereabouts were found, she led her team throughout the warzone and successfully countered Amsel, which led to his untimely death under the hands of Dimitri's sniper rifle. Katya, who held immense pride for the Private for doing something she couldn't, made him along with Reznov and Chernov as her closest comrades.

After the entire battle, in 1945, they finally achieved victory by liberating Berlin by hoisting the Soviet flag on the Reichstag, Katya was now at peace, hoping for a better future after the war's end.

But, somehow.. her life was going to go into a bigger turmoil, when she gets sent to the mission around the Arctic Circle, leading the events of the first Black Ops.

#oc #oc story #oc biography #original character #ww2 oc #russian oc #red army #soviet union #cod #call of duty #cod waw #cod bo #call of duty world at war #call of duty black ops #call of duty oc #katya kovalevskaya #character profile #original character profile #oc profile

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songv - roadtrip (wip)

throwing this out as if it's gonna explode not sure when i can finish this since i'm literally dead busy irl but hey here have a preview also i need ppl to trust me when i say perfect places is songv core

The room was as cramped as V expected, but she still couldn't help a sigh from escaping her lips. At least the bed looked decent, and she immediately threw herself upon it, unconcerned about everything else.

Well, maybe one thing—one person, more specifically.

“Jeez, here I thought I was tired.” So Mi put their backpack against the wall, and V didn't have to flop on her back to know she was wearing that teasing smile that never failed to make her heart race.

“Have 'ever driven this far,” the mercenary replied, finally finding the strength to sit up. Song came to sit down on the foot of the bed, so she scooted lower, until their shoulders bumped against each other. “And you kept pointing the wrong way.”

“How am I supposed to know that they hadn't updated the map of this area for years?” So Mi jabbed her elbow at V's side, and the younger woman cackled, hands moving to defend herself from the upcoming assault.

It had been a crazy idea. Let's drive across the country to New York! But then V realized she wouldn't mind spending the last few months of her life visiting that forgotten part of So Mi, and So Mi started talking about places she used to frequent, then before any of them could have a second thought, they were already three hundred miles away from Night City.

So here they were, sprawling across the bed in a motel out of nowhere, tired and dust-covered after a long day on the road.

“Come on, let’s take a shower before you fall asleep.” So Mi pulled her up by the arms, metal fingers curling around her wrist. V grumbled in protest, but followed her nonetheless.

#when will this be finished? no damn clue #but enjoy it ✌#songv #cyberpunk 2077 #sekai speaking into nonexistence #cp2077 #song so mi #songbird cyberpunk #songbird #cyberpunk 2077 v #Spotify

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I REMEMBER SEEING ART WITH THIS A FEW MONTHS BACK BUT I WANT TO EXPLAIN (still crediting @wetcatschwartzy for the idea/inspiration though. also hi i'm aware we've never spoken sorry for tagging you in my unhinged fic idea post) BUT ANYWAY uhhhhhh. 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. But make it the main cast of NPMD. An au that appeals to ???? people ?? it definitely appeals to me

And now the cast I'd so and my justifications, idc

Steph Lauter as Olive Ostrovsky

Thought process: We know Olive's dad works a lot, is emotionally distant, and Olive implies that he can be downright cold or abusive during the I Love You song, which lines up pretty well with Steph and Solomon's relationship. Olive's mom ran off, and we never get any mention of Steph's (picture Steph being introduced by the hosts mentioning her mom won Honey Queen or something). Both know their strengths and weaknesses but have serious self-doubts about their own intelligence (Steph being convinced she's dumber than she realizes, Olive never answering until she whispers the word to herself). Also I thought about Mariah singing TILY Song and sobbed.

Pete Spankoffski as William Morris Barfée

Starting off strong, they both have very stupid names that they KNOW are stupid and try to defend the moment they can ("It's Polish" / "There's an accent aigu"). Both of them have grumpy/cold exteriors, but when you get down to it, they're both just socially awkward and autistic coded but very intelligent kids that are really just at the Bee to try to make something of themselves (Barfée dropping out because of an allergic reaction at the previous Bee could totally translate to Pete having a diabetic emergency). Both develop crushes on Steph/Olive by the end of act 1 of their respective shows too, so. There's that I guess.

Grace Chasity as Logainne Schartzandgrubinierre

"But Ember, wouldn't she match better with the Catholic--" GRACE DOES NOT LIKE CATHOLICS. Also I have thought this through. Logainne is politically aware, cutthroat, and automatically assumes herself to be the most important person in the room. She takes up every project and social issue that she can to appease her dads, determined to be as perfect as they want her to be. She loses the Bee because she gets overconfident, taking a serious blow because of her pride. Grace takes up every project and social issue that she can (anti-hocoming posters and the prank on Max for example), can be cutthroat (canonically has murdered at least two men), and thanks to her holier-than-thou nature, assumes herself the most important person in the room. She takes up cancelling HOCO and is always early for school and is extremely devout because that's the perfect little girl her parents expect from her. And she'd probably get so into it she'd fall from pride, too.

Max Jagerman as Marcy Park

HEAR ME OUT! Marcy has been the top of her class all her life, to the point she was moved one grade ahead. She's popular, she's intelligent, she's multitalented, and she's peaking at age 12 and aware of it. "I Speak Six Languages" is literally her having a breakdown realizing she's been the "best" for too long and it's stressing her out. Max, meanwhile, says he knows he's peaked in high school, and therefore is making the most out of his popularity and status while he can. Like, I can picture him mentioning he's done every sport available to him and being the best athlete is only going to do so much for him in his life in a "I'm so sick and tired / of always being the best and brightest" type monologue. So when he drops out on purpose, who would he daydream about instead of Jesus? Maybe some NFL star idk. Everything I know about football is about the Chiefs (Missouri represent) and also learned against my will.

Ruth Fleming as Chip Tolentino

They're both horny, both proud of their own nerdiness, and would both ABSOLUTELY catch feelings for a competitor's sibling and immediately forget what word they had to spell. And would both make jokes about the especially dirty sounding words (to be fair all his words are kinda funny. And I DID learn the word "tittup" from this show) (look it up I dare y'all). Ruth singing Chip's Lament? Funny to me.

Richie Lipschitz as Leaf Coneybear

AuDHD coded, tendency to have the wrong takeaways, generally socially awkward even among the other nerds. Tbh that's all I got, they're matched up because they're the last ones. Still kinda fits though.

And I have less justification for the adults but here's my takes anyway

Miss Mulberry as Rona - sweet but stern ladies who've been taking care of after school functions for years

Tom Houston as Douglas Panch - he doesn't want to be there, he's as confused as everyone else (but without the hitting on Mulberry stuff he's never do Becky wrong like that <3)

Dan Reynolds as Mitch Mahoney - he's a volunteer counselor!

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lord-of-the-muses · 1 year

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Leave Her Alone, Ajax!

Pairings: Enid Sinclair x Female Reader x Wednesday Addams

NSFW - 18+

Wednesday Addams was a quiet, reserved student at the Nevermore Academy. She was known for her intelligence and her unrivaled skills in dark magic, but what most people didn't know was that she was also deeply in love with two people, Enid Sinclair and Y/N. Enid was a lively and outgoing person who was always eager to explore the world and meet new people, while Y/N was a shy and introspective person who was passionate about the art of magic.

Despite their differences, the three of them had formed a tight-knit bond and were always there for each other. However, their relationship was about to be tested when Wednesday's ex-boyfriend, Ajax, began to make advances on Y/N. This made Enid incredibly jealous, as she had a history with Ajax and knew all too well how dangerous he could be.

Wednesday was determined to protect both of her lovers, and so she did what she did best. She wrote a death note and sent it to both Ajax and Xavier, warning them that if they didn't tell Ajax to leave Y/N alone, there would be dire consequences. The two of them were intimidated by Wednesday's reputation as a powerful dark magician, and they quickly retreated.

In the meantime, Wednesday and her lovers were busy taking classes in the dark arts with their classmates, Bianca and Yoko. Bianca was a siren who used her powers of seduction to manipulate those around her, while Yoko was a vampire who was always seen wearing black sunglasses and was known for her quick wit and sarcastic sense of humor.

Despite their vastly different personalities, Wednesday and her lovers found themselves drawn to the two of them and they soon became close friends. In their classes, they learned about the history of magic, the art of incantations, and the secrets of the dark arts.

However, their studies were interrupted when they received a warning that the Academy was under attack. Wednesday, Enid, and Y/N quickly sprang into action, using their skills in dark magic to defend the school and its students. They worked together to defeat the invading forces, using their powers to create illusions, cast spells, and summon creatures from the underworld.

In the end, they were successful in their mission and the Academy was saved. Wednesday, Enid, and Y/N were hailed as heroes, and their bond was stronger than ever. As they celebrated their victory, Wednesday smiled to herself, knowing that no matter what challenges they faced, she had her two lovers by her side and nothing could ever come between them.

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, and Y/N sat together on a bench in the gardens of the Nevermore Academy. They were discussing their day and enjoying each other's company when Enid suddenly turned to Wednesday and Y/N and said, "You two know that I love you both, right?"

Wednesday and Y/N smiled at her and simultaneously replied, "Of course we do, Enid."

Enid grinned and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on both of their cheeks. "I just want you both to know how much you mean to me. I can't imagine my life without either of you."

Y/N smiled and took Enid's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I feel the same way, Enid. You two are my world, my everything."

Wednesday gazed into Enid's eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. "And I love you both with all my heart. I never thought that I would find love with two people, but here we are. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Enid leaned into both Y/N and Wednesday, kissing them both softly on the lips. Y/N wrapped her arms around both of them, holding them close as they shared a sweet and tender kiss.

As they pulled away, Wednesday looked into Enid's eyes and said, "I love you so much, Enid. You are the light in my life, the one who makes everything bright and beautiful."

Enid blushed and smiled, "And I love you, Wednesday. You are the strength that I lean on, the one who always makes me feel safe and protected." She mumbled these words to Wednesdays mouth while she kissed Wednesday, while holding Y/N's hand.

Y/N looked at both of them, her eyes shining with love and affection. "And I love you both, more than anything in this world. You two complete me in ways I never thought possible."

The three of them wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other close as they shared a sappy and romantic moment. They knew that their love was strong, and that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always stand by each other and face them together.

And as they sat there, gazing into each other's eyes, they knew that they were truly blessed to have found such an amazing love, one that was strong, and true, and unbreakable.

From that day forward, Wednesday, Enid, and Y/N continued to hone their skills in the dark arts and explore the world together. They faced many obstacles along the way, but they always stood by each other, no matter what. And as they ventured into the unknown, they knew that they would always have each other to turn to, and that no matter what the future held, they would always be together.

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 1 year

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Ooooh, requests open 👀. Might we, PLEASE AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH❣️ get some general romantic n/sfw hcs for Ra's Al Ghul/Demon's Head, Hal Jordan/Green Lantern and Komand'r/Blackfire (or not if she's difficult for you)

Ooh, some new characters to write for ok! Full disclosure my only real interpretation of Blackfire is her animated Teen Titans version so...ye lol. I mainly know DC characters from the DCAU and the Arkham games so that's the well I'm drawing from

Hal is an interesting yandere considering his willpower being his ultimate source of power. A guy like that wouldn't let his obsession interfere with his duty as a Green Lantern...right? Well, only a little. Darling becomes his Lois Lane that he always tries to find time for and always shows up to save them if they're in danger.

He'd use any resources as a high-ranking Corps member to keep Darling safe after they're endangered for the first time. He'll allow them his room on the Watchtower, meaning they're surrounded by the strongest heroes on earth whenever he's away on missions. He always shows up with gifts and intergalactic souvenirs to apologize for being apart (though he keeps tabs on them with cameras and a tracker whenever he's gone)

He manages to hold his desires back for a long time, and the few times he does waver he insists on not making it about himself; he'll push and push their boundaries if they aren't reciprocating, and then give them oral while jerking himself off. If he makes it about their pleasure, then he feels it's slightly less terrible than making it about himself. Still, he always apologizes after he does this and insists on caring for them afterwards.

Komand'r is a possessive, manipulative, powerful yandere. If she sees something or someone she wants, she takes it. And as a Tamaranian, when she feels she feels DEEPLY. A slight attraction becomes an obsession, and a flicker of jealousy will easily get violent and out of hand.

If she can't use her silver tongue to seduce them and charm them, she's got no issue incapacitating them or even holding them down with her strength to claim them. She's also the type who would destroy her Darling's current relationship or any potential rival by kidnapping them both and making their s/o watch while she fucks them over and over. See? She knows Darling's body and takes much better care of them.

She'd also let the s/o live to see her take them away, only killing them if they tried to steal Darling away: the more violently, the better. Her Darling should love her, but she'll settle for fear if it means they realize they belong to her and nothing can take them away from her.

I can see Ra's going for a Darling that is a skilled fighter or assassin like him, or a Darling that is his opposite. What little we know of Talia's mother suggests she wasn't an assassin like Ra's and died unable to defend herself, and I think he'd find someone with a gentle nature attractive and comforting when his world is filled with death and ruthlessness. Either way, they're someone he wants to make heirs with and believes they're perfect for that role.

Even if they ARE a formidable opponent, he'll find a way to subdue and keep them imprisoned. He's the world's greatest assassin after all, and he genuinely thinks keeping them with him is for their benefit just as much as his. He's not used to protecting, and the best way he can do it is to keep them close. And unlike Melisande, who died before he could perfect the Lazarus Pit, he'll revive his Darling should he fail to keep them safe. He never lets a target get away.

He'll immobilize and restrain them in bed if he has to, but he really wouldn't want to if he could avoid it. The many years in the Pit have made him very obsessive, meaning he's a very...passionate...lover. He'll make them come undone around his fingers, his tongue, and his cock multiple times until they're almost unconscious. He's also much more affectionate in private than around other members of the League of Assassins; in public he'll brush a finger over their bottom lip, run his hand through their hair, but in private he'll passionately kiss them, massage their shoulders, etc.

#.myshit #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #.dc #.ra's al ghul #.blackfire #.hal jordan #yandere dc #yandere ra's al ghul #yandere blackfire #yandere hal jordan

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beatrice muchadoaboutnothing is a trans woman: a brief treatise

thematically, i think in a play about the social vulnerability of women, having a character be a trans woman just makes sense as a way to provide depth to that idea. specifically, i love the concept of beatrice's view of men being informed by her own experiences as a closeted trans woman (it's amazing what people will say in front of you when they think you're one of them) and as someone later facing sexism and transmisgoyny.

usually when someone does a trans reading of this play/character, they look at beatrice's famous speech about wishing she was a man and interpret her as a trans man, which is perfectly valid! but this idea started for me with the simple thought that i wanted an out and accepted trans character to play with rather than a closeted one who cannot transition, just as a matter of personal preference at that particular time and with this particular text. but then i kept thinking.

as above, the concept of beatrice reading men for filth in the context of having lived among them is great. the "oh god that i were a man" speech is extremely disparaging of men and what they claim to be vs how they actually wield their power. what she wishes is that she had the power that men have automatically in her society--felt all the more keenly because there was a time when she was able to wield that power and she gave it up to be happy, to be herself, to be free in a different way. (here is where i sometimes imagine beatrice regretting ever transitioning, believing that her own happiness and health is less important than having the power to protect hero's happiness and health, because i love angst.) but now that the worst has happened, she is reduced to begging a man for help and it's demeaning and infuriating and tragic.

i also love turning on its head the line "i cannot be a man with wishing, therefore i will die a woman with grieving." being a trans person, dealing with internalized transphobia, knowing that transitioning will put a target on your back, wishing you could just be the gender you're born as--but no amount of wishing will make her not a woman. i think she loves herself and her gender but the play is focusing on points of conflict so that's what i'm talking about here.

in a play about misogyny, the vulnerability of women, and the hypocrisy of men, a trans woman has a unique perspective on both masculinity and femininity both as genders and places in society. (in the ideal version, i think john would be a trans man to mirror this experience, but that would require him to be rewritten to have actual depth and personality and all that is a different essay). there is also just a particular kind of strength that comes from having to carve out and defend your identity in that way which i think fits her very well.

lastly, a couple of other miscellaneous things from the text that can tie in:

beatrice recounting "a double heart for his single one" meaning both "i loved him twice as much as he loved me" and "i loved him as two people: [birthname] and beatrice"

benedick insisting he wouldn't marry her even if "she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed." Adam, not Eve. in MY illustrious opinion, this is benedick saying "i don't care HOW big her dick is i'm NOT gonna marry her."

#also shakespeare loved crossdressing and gender fuckery so i think trans readings of his works are just extra fun #against me drinking with the jocks is such a beatrice song to me wrt a lot of the stuff i talked about here #some of this definitely also comes from vivek shraya's i'm afraid of men #also to note for anyone coming across this that doesn't know me: i'm trans/genderqueer so that's the perspective this is coming from #much ado about nothing #beatrice #much ado #trans readings #shakespeare #my content

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blackhairedvisenya · 3 months

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𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: taming the dragon, embracing the wolf

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aemond targaryen x oc x rhaenyra targaryen

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k

I have so much planned for this story <3 With Love, Sofia

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴.

Aenys Targaryen was just a small child, too young to be able to remember everything that had happened during the dance and what he remembered brought pain to his soul; His muffled cries when his parents argued, their threats to kill the opposing families to put an end to the war that was about to break out; His screams shrilled as Daenys fled with her son from King's Landing and joined Rhaenyra in Dragonstone.

Aenys was happy for a while in Dragonstone, the little child had the company of his cousins Aegon and Viserys, the three were very close in age to each other. But when Viserys was taken from Dragonstone and Aegon was gone for a while, Aenys felt alone again, remembering that this was not a world of stories and wooden toys but of mourning and bitter pain. He was alone, Aenys didn't really know anyone in Dragonstone, who he knew had already died or fled far away, and his mother, more loyal to Rhaenyra than to herself, remained in Dragonstone planning attacks and decimating armies, the few that existed at the end of the Dance.

Many northerners couldn't resist their curiosity and asked him: "How did your parents die?" Forgetting that they were asking that to a little child who hadn't even reached his fifth Name Day. And if Aenys was really sincere, he wouldn't know how to answer, there were many versions of what had happened, theories and lies were spread about that day and he wasn't there to know what happened.

Aenys only knows that Daenys Stark and Aemond Targaryen died on the same day and in the same place, their deceased bodies having been found next to each other. The only thing he is sure of is that Cregan took revenge on what was left of the Greens for that.

Now, twenty years have passed, everyone has grown up. The babies and children that were there during the Dance were now adults, adults condemned to suffer from sadness for the rest of their lives.

Now older, Aenys doesn't remember what his parents looked like, the memories of their faces were too blurry for him to remember, and what he remembers is the portraits covered with thick cloths and hidden in one of the halls in the Red Keep. Did Aemond and Daenys also witness their memories of their favourite people blur and fly away when they lost their loved ones in the Dance of the Dragons?

"My mother?" Aenys is taken aback by what Cregan Stark said, the man who took him with him to the North at Daenys' request, days before she died. It was as if she already knew what was going to happen.

"Yes, The Queen of the North was an extraordinary woman, what was extraordinary was her claw and strength and above all devotion, towards her Queen..." Cregan sits on a chair facing his nephew and soon, his son-in-law "Your mother was an unrepentant sinner and believe me, I know it well" Cregan's lips twitch in what would turn out to be a brief smile, perhaps memories of what he had gone through with Daenys Stark.

"Do you still remember her?"

This question somehow leaves Aenys helpless. He didn't remember his own mother as clearly as he did when he was a child, but he wanted to. After all, it was difficult when his parents were considered monsters throughout Westeros. Talking about Daenys Stark or Aemond Targaryen was almost a crime in those times, even after almost two decades had passed.

"Tell me about my parents, both of them" Aenys demands to Cregan, his voice not showing malice but rather a certain rigidity, the result of so many years of Cregan hushing up the lives of Daenys and Aemond from their own son "I want the whole truth. It's time for me to know. How can I defend my own deceased parents from the people's speeches if I don't even know what they were like?"

"Because none of them deserve someone to defend them" Cregan's eyes hardened at the words leaving his mouth.

"But you said-" Aenys is quickly silenced by Cregan who raises his voice.

"Nys, your mother was a great person but that doesn't mean her actions were. When she was tested she crossed the line and many times she did that and we paid for it even more" The Lord of Winterfell's eyes go to a portrait, the portrait of Bennard Stark, Daenys' cousin and Cregan's uncle although the two shared almost the same age "We all paid, even the people who most wanted peace"

"Do you want the naked truth, Nys?" Cregan's question hovers in the air and even without an answer he continues "Wherever they are now they know they are burning for their sins. Daenys murdered children in front of their parents, and Aemond burned people alive while he laughed uncontrollably over Vhagar while people screamed and begged for mercy... Let's just hope the apple falls far from the tree, right?"

"I'm not like my parents!" Aenys almost screams at Cregan "I am incapable of committing such acts!"

"No Aenys, thank the Gods"

𝟗𝟗 𝐀𝐂

During the darkest and coldest winter night the North had ever experienced, the young Princess Rhaenys Targaryen had gone into labor, stifling and hiding her cries of pain behind the doors of her chambers at Winterfell, praying that no one noticed. Because deep down, only one thing made her afraid, the fear of losing everything. The throne, the unborn child, or even herself.

She was in a place little known to her, the cold North, where she went after marrying the young Lord Ellard Stark. Ellard, unlike many other Lords, saw his wife for who she really was and not as another possession of his. He was sweet and kind to her, treating the Princess like the Queen she would be. Around the Seven Kingdoms it was said that the union between them had been made by the Gods. Ellard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, and the young Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A true union of Ice and Fire. Perfect for each other, just like the love they both had, until it was destroyed and devastated with a tragic end.

Rhaenys's husband had died in a stupid battle, sharing the same end as her father, Prince Aemon Targaryen. And the young Princess witnessed the grief again.

And now there she was, scared and in pure pain, far from home and the embrace of her beloved family. She was just a young girl whose childhood could never be recovered, slipping from her slender fingers as soon as they placed her as heir to the throne.

Rhaenys Targaryen was just a lost daughter and a wife, now a young widow and in pure grief, calculating every word, every laugh and every frown, with dreams bigger than Westeros and a red dragon she bonded with as a child, after her aunt's death.

Deep down what she really was, was a child, a child who was caged in a cage of duty to the Seven Kingdoms, but on that cold night of the freezing Northern winter, Rhaenys was no longer a child who had been hurt and would run to her mother for comfort.

That night Rhaenys' future would depend on herself but above all on the child she was about to bring into the world.

A boy, a future Prince and as the years passed, he would become the future King, following in her place. It was everything Rhaenys wanted. A boy, a child who would secure the throne for his mother and future generations.

The Princess didn't even think about the option of the child in her womb being a girl, not when she prayed so much to the Old Gods and The New for a boy to be born. She didn't want her first born child to be a girl, Rhaenys didn't want what happened to her all these years to happen to her daughter in the future.

However, that night there was that young girl who carried the title of greatness before those lands, accompanied by the midwives who found her and heard her pleading cries, no matter how much she tried to stifle them. Women who, although they were nice to Rhaenys, she couldn't help but feel the coldness they conveyed towards her. Reminding her that she was only in the lands of the North because of what was in her womb, even though the child would eventually hold the throne of the Seven Kingdoms, the northerners didn't care much, the only thing that mattered to them was that in the blood of that baby runs northern blood and that says a lot.

"It's a girl!" She seems to hear one of the midwives say in a tone of pure joy to the others.

How could anyone be happy with news like that? Rhaenys must have certainly misheard, the labor pains were still taking effect on the Princess's body. This is until the same midwife who was carrying the baby in her arms approaches the Princess, before she can speak the Princess speaks over her.

"The future King of Westeros, my dear son..." Rhaenys contains the rest of the sentence in her mouth when she notices the confusion on the midwives' faces.

"Or the future Queen, my Princess" The midwife gently rocks the baby in her arms "she's a girl"

She. A girl. Tears of despair and anger form in Rhaenys Targaryen's unnerved eyes as soon as she hears the news, these same tears quickly fall from the Princess's face as she looks at the newborn baby in front of her. Small strands of black hair filled the small, fragile baby's head. Black hair, like both of her parents, but this was a disappointment for Rhaenys as she expected her child to have a Valyrian appearance like her ancestors. But the child she had given birth that night was a girl and her little strands of hair were dark.

"Leave..." The Princess says to the midwives, her voice hoarse and weak from the long hours of labor "And take her with you" Tears run down Rhaenys' already wet face.

"As you wish, Princess" The midwives bow before her before hurriedly leaving the Princess's quarters and wrapping the little baby in blankets to protect her from the cold of that night.

"The baby must be cold... or hungry" One of the midwives says watching the little newborn baby crying as the three women walk through the halls of Winterfell "Should we go back to the Princess's chambers?"

"Didn't you see the disgust on the Princess' face? She doesn't want this child" The other midwife exclaims "Targaryen women suffer a lot during births and many of their babies are stillborn, shouldn't Princess Rhaenys be grateful for this healthy child? "

"Not when the throne is in question" The midwife who was between the two and was carrying the little baby in her arms finally speaks "It was a boy she wanted"

The cold didn't stop that night, snowing more than usual, the direwolves howled through the forests until they were heard in Winterfell. The sounds of the North were heard so that everyone knew.

The midwife carrying the baby drops her chin slightly to look at her "The direwolves howl in your honor..." She then looks at the other midwives "Today a Targaryen was not born in the North but a Stark"

"Why are you saying that?" A young boy asks, his tone showing curiosity, he is a few steps behind them, peeking around the corner of the cold stone wall.

"The Old Gods decided so, their decision is everywhere to be seen" The midwife says "May I introduce you to your cousin, she is a girl"

"Does she already have a name?" He asks, as soon as he notices the midwives' silence excitement fills in him "Can I give her a name?"

"Rickon, I don't think that's how it works.." The midwife tells her.

"Why not?" He asks before being interrupted by his father.

"Because adults are the ones who give names, not children." Benjen Stark, the Lord of Winterfell after his brother's death, appears in the shadows of the corridors, his heavy wolfskin coat dragging along the floor.

"I'm not a child! In four full moons it will be my thirteenth name day" Rickon crosses his arms, a habit he picked up from his father when he was upset by something.

"Princess Rhaenys will name her child" Benjen approaches the baby in the midwife's arms "When it's your turn to be a father, you can choose the baby's name"

"What is it?" The Lord asks the midwife.

"The midwife said the baby is a girl" Rickon tells his father.

"Can I?" Benjen asks, holding out his arms for the midwife to hand him the baby.

"Of course, my Lord" She hands him the baby and then bows to him, as a sign of respect.

"You are dismissed for today" Benjen says to them "And you, my little winter whirlwind, you are going to be dismissed too" He says to his son.

"What did I do to get dismissed?" Rickon asks, lightly scratching the bridge of his nose.

"Nothing, but I will speak to Princess Rhaenys and it is appropriate that it is just the two of us" He says "Kingdom Affairs"

It didn't take long for Rickon to give up on his persistence to go with his father. Benjen had convinced him well and Rickon was never the boy to be interested in matters involving small councils, endless meetings and matters involving treaties, on the contrary, the little boy's attention was always focused on hunting and fighting. Benjen knew that his son would be a prodigy and a pride for the Stark house when he could enter the tournaments, especially those in King's Landing.

The large wooden doors of the Princess's rooms were closed, just as they had been all those long months after her husband's death, hiding from the cold and people. But today would no longer be another day and those long months of hiding would come to an end, as soon as the doors to the rooms opened.

"I don't want you here" Rhaenys warns, her voice stern and full of contempt.

"Winterfell is mine after all and I can do whatever I want in my castle, including opening doors" Benjen walks into the room, and in his arms was the little baby that had been born in that same room "You know, my brother loved you endlessly"

"And I loved him just the same" Rhaenys says, her white nightgown was in some parts an almost transparent shade after endless hours of birth, her dress and legs were also dyed red with the blood.

"And why don't you love your child, the fruit of your never-ending love, in the same way?" The Lord asks her, who prefers to remain silent "she is a girl, is that why you don't want her?"

"You, a simple Lord, do not understand" Rhaenys adjusts herself on the bed and corrects her posture, remembering who she was and who Benjen was.

"I may not understand or I may, I still know how the old-fashioned way of the line of succession works, you needed a boy"

"I wanted a boy" Benjen observes the words coming from the Princess's mouth, her voice was like a whip, pushing away anyone who tried to get close or know the reality, harsh and cold Rhaenys had become, she exclaimed that the North had made her like this but anyone who really knew her knew that it was the throne that had this effect on her.

"You wanted what was convenient for you and for the throne" He says, observing Rhaenys swallowing hard "Aren't you going to give her a name?"

"I don't have a name for her" Rhaenys says, the Lord could see that she was really telling the truth and being sincere in that moment "You can name her"

Benjen pauses for a moment, his only focus being his little niece in front of him, her small body stained lightly with blood from being born mere hours ago. When the Lord looked at the little girl he saw his late brother, her small strands of hair were dark as the night just like her eyes that once reminded him of his brother's.

"She looks like a Stark" He says and Rhaenys agrees, shaking her head.

"Just like Ellard" She says "She doesn't look anything like a Targaryen"

"That's why she will have to be named after one" Benjen looks at Rhaenys "There has to be balance"

"Come on, what will you name your niece?" The Princess asks him, encouraging him.

"I will name you after the best Targaryen woman who ever lived" He says to the baby "Your name will be Visenya, like the Conqueror"

"That name is cursed" Rhaenys says "She is cursed enough, poor baby, a girl"

"Then... She will be named after the woman who saved the Targaryens from The Doom" Benjen says finally "You will be called Daenys, Daenys Stark of Winterfell, daughter of a Princess and an honorable Lord of the North and you will be Queen of Seven Kingdoms"

"I don't think that will happen" Rhaenys says more to herself than anything else "Neither she nor I will be Queens of Westeros"

"If you were a boy you would be King, but you, my sweet Daenys, shall be my Lady of Winterfell and inherit everything that was ever rightfully yours and your late father's."

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐂

"I always wondered if you would still come to visit me this year, my sweet granddaughter"

As the years passed, Good Queen Alysanne aged, her face was wrinkled but nothing could take away her beauty, inside she still remained young despite being sixty-four years old. She now spent her days in Dragonstone, waiting for her husband, King Jaehaerys, who would come to her as soon as he could. Alysanne no longer flew in Silverwing, now the dragon spent her days in the meadows and flew whenever she felt like it.

"Of course I would come, grandmother" Rhaenys advances into the Queen's chambers, carrying little Daenys in her arms and a baby in her womb, the result of her recent marriage to her new husband, Lord Corlys Velaryon.

"How's King's Landing?" The Queen asks her granddaughter, while placing her great-granddaughter on her lap "I've heard the news, my husband and your grandsire, the King, want to proceed with the Great Council's decision" Rhaenys sighs deeply as she combs her black hair with her delicate fingers.

"Do you think I have any chance of winning the Great Council with Viserys being the second in line?" She asks Alysanne, who looks at her somewhat confused.

"My sweet girl, you are my son's daughter, Aemon was first in the line of succession and so you will too"

"I have a daughter as my firstborn child, the grandsire will never accept me as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms" Rhaenys tells her.

"Just like Viserys, remember he has Rhaenyra" Alysanne responds "You are both equal except for the fact that you come ahead in the line of succession"

"My Queen and grandmother, you don't understand..." Rhaenys rubs her two hands together, a way of relieving the anxiety that was causing her just thinking about the subject "He's a man, he will be able to take the throne from me"

"Enough talking about matters of the Kingdom and men, do you want tea my dear?" Alysanne asks her granddaughter while serving herself a delicious tea, and Rhaenys nods to her grandmother's proposal regarding tea "How are the dragons?" Rhaenys smiles as she remembers the love and admiration Alysanne had for the beings that inhabited the Dragonpit.

"Well Dreamfyre laid another dozen eggs, let's hope they hatch"

"Did my great-granddaughter's egg hatch?" Alysanne asks, lowering her gaze to observe Daenys.

"Unfortunately no, the egg we placed in Daenys' crib never hatched" Rhaenys says and Alysanne holds her granddaughter's hands, reassuring her.

"Silverwing will love her, I just know it"

#house of the dragon #game of thrones fanfiction #hotd fanfic #hotd #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra fanfiction #rhaenyra x oc #aemond x oc #rhaenyra targaryen

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Rebuilding Azarath

Raven visits azarath sometimes, to wander in between the wreckage of what used to be buildings, for a reason she doesnt know. Nostalgia? Punishment, and reminder both? Either way, she is obedient to her duties on earth and always precise in her timing, telling starfire how long she will stay beforehand and returning when she says she will, so starfire permits it with a worried frown that eases whenever robin asks to join her. Raven would accept his company for that alone, even if she didn't find his silent presence at her side grounding. He made time for her without complaint, even when she only gave him a few rushed minutes notice, until one day she knocked on his door and he opened it to reveal a packed bag on his bed.

Raven's stomach dropped, and Damian read her expression and frowned, stepping aside to let her in. "It's a mission in Gotham," he explained. He packed the last of his clothes and turns back to her. "I won't be gone for long." His eyes betrayed his concern, and raven straightened to reassure him. "I'll be fine. I'm just going to walk around for a bit, then I'll teleport back."

She repeats it to herself firmly as her feet touch azarathian soil, but it's so much lonelier without Robin. She hadn't noticed how much easier it was to breathe, and take up space and make noise with him beside her. Slipping through the broken streets, raven felt as though she were choking on the silence. Her footsteps ring out unbearably loud in contrast to the silence, yet the noise didn't help her at all. It feels as if she is being rude by disturbing the silence, as if Azarath itself disdained her presence here.

She frowns at the thought, before seeing if flying silently would help her feel a fraction of the serenity she felt with Damian's strength to lean against.

It doesn't.

She's wasting his time.

Raven hovered outside Damian's door, willing herself to knock.

Why would he come with her, if he has anything else he could be doing? When before she hadn't even given him an hour's notice, certain she wouldn't mind if he joined her or not?

She shuffled in place, before deciding, miserably, to leave. As she turned, his door opened, catching her off guard. Damian, looking unsurprised to see her, raised an eyebrow at her and she flushed, realising he had been waiting for her to knock.

"You must have something to say, after waiting so long at my door." Damian said dryly. Raven flushed deeper, and he leaned against the door, studying her expression as though he wanted to memorise it. His inspection made it harder for her blush to recede and she fumbled for an answer, before clearing her throat to compose herself.

"Would you mind visiting Azarath with me?" It came out meeker than she intended, and she cleared her throat again in embarressment. There were so many explainations on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't want to pressure him into agreeing by telling him how much safer she felt when he was with her. Caught between the urge to defend her unexplainable need to visit azarath and the desire to tell him why she wanted his company, she wrested with her tongue and stared at the floor between them, too many thoughts in her head to say something coherant.

"Of course I wouldn't mind." Raven peeked at his face and found his eyes softened and gentle. "If you give me enough warning, I'll try to rearrange my duties to go with you."

Raven felt warm. "Why did you come with me every time, even when I didn't give you warning?" She murmured. Although they were alone in the corridor, this moment felt intensely private and she leaned closer to him without thinking.

"You needed me." He said simply. "I won't let you down when you need me." Damian reached around her waist and gave her a quick hug that she leaned into.

Though it takes courage, it becomes easier to ask for his company after that. He makes it so obvious that she's a priority. Damian is far too stubborn and perceptive to let her slip away. Raven loves him so much.

Raven waited patiently for damian to stand after he kneeled to check something in the dirt. It was commonplace, as her wanderings grew more like wanderings and less like feverish hauntings, for him to stop and inspect something he saw; a piece of rubble, a ruined sign in the dirt.

"Raven. Your father…" Damian hesitated before continuing, his voice toneless in a way that told her he was hiding nervousness, and she turned, alert and wary. He was still inspecting, or pretending to inspect the soil, and with his back turned to her she couldn't see his expression. "The soil may be useable a few centimeters below the surface. I believe the years have been enough time for it to recover, only the seeds were all destroyed. We could replace them, if you like." Raven froze, shocked. Azarath, blooming with life, again? After what she did to it? Could it recover - No. Nothing could ever make the ruins clean again. Would the monks have thought she was trying to absolve her guilt by growing a garden on their graves? Cowardice. She seethed with self loathing. "Raven. Breathe." Raven became aware of Damian's, warm, calloused hands cupping her face and her own panicked breathing. Tears pricked at her eyes and despite her best efforts, a few rolled down her cheeks. Damian's eyes stayed fixed to hers and in a bid to calm herself, she slowly leaned towards him until their foreheads were pressed together. Damian didn't move, though his eyes showed uncertainty, and after a few tear soaked minutes she took a deep, heaving breath and stepped away, honoured by his trust in her and embarressed that she broke down in front of him.

"Let me think about it." Raven croaked. Damian waited patiently as she tried to order her thoughts. She didn't know what the monks would have wanted. Years of guilt and avoiding thinking about them had made their memories so blurry she could barely remember their faces, and only the repeated lectures their stern voices drilled into her. Their lessons hadn't been enough to halt youthful foolishness, though they had tried their best to ensure she understood the inherent value found in living things. "A garden. I think they would have liked that." She rasped, finally. Damian didn't pry about who she was talking about, and stayed with her silently, sensing she needed a minute. A garden for them. They would want to be in a garden. It won't be for me, and I won't forget what i did. If you can hear me, she prayed, thank you, and I'm sorry.

The rows of potato plants looks strange against a backdrop of collapsed columns and crumbling stone stairs, but after so long with nothing but the ruin left in trigon's wake, raven is glad to see any life growing on azarath. It's a far sight from the elegantly draped flora that used to grace Azarath, but she was too young to remember the names of any plants before they were incinerated to look for them on earth and after, all that remained of them was ash. The thought of making the hollow corpse of Azarath into a copy of what it used to be makes raven shiver, anyway, and she hasn't figured out how to remember the old azarath without seeing her mother dying. Restoring azarath to what it was exactly would not help her; she already suffers through visions of the past superpositioned onto the present - where this monk died, and or that monk was cut down as he ran - where buildings survived enough to facismile an appearance of before and during. Damian's offer to ask swamp thing for any plants that might have been on Azarath was sweet, though, and Raven takes it as the offer of support it is, and breathes through the guilt he didn't mean to elict.

Instead, a sprawling, tangled web of pumpkin vines that neither of them remember buying shove their neighbors to make themselves comfortable in a large corner of the messy plot she and Damian had cleared of rubble to prepare for a small garden. They had tilled the soil, damian easily working through his half while she panted through hers. Her patch of ragged, overturned soil and untouched earth looks both freshly overturned and strangely methodical and uniform when she comes back from her break, and she shoots Damian a wry look that he pretends not to notice. She supposes she won't turn down his help on her side, though it hurts her pride, since her shoulders ache worse.

She silently planted Purple hyacinth for regret, and a few days after find blooming zinnias (remembrance, goodness, friendship) amongst her flowers. They bring a smile to her face, although she privately thinks damian esteems her too highly (he thinks the same of her).

She considers planting asphodel (my regrets follow you into the grave) but Damian has been determinedly trying to persuade her to grow spices for cooking with a ferocity that Raven privately finds adorable, and she aquieses in anticipation of the food he will feed her. She hopes the departed monks won't notice the difference between the plants.

Damian has been bringing Daylillies to fringe the edges. Raven admires the way the golden petals look in the sunlight, and adds her own seeds and saplings, until the garden has been expanded twice and the vegetables make regular additions to the titans fridge. The garden looks overgrown, huge and healthy but riotous, individual plants boundaries' ill defined and sloppy from where the plants had grown beyond their boundaries and she hadn't had the heart to clip them. It was a wonder they were growing at all - how are plants supposed to flourish in half melted, seared soil? Whatever mixture Damian has been pouring into the soil (It might be magic), Raven is grateful, knowing he does it for her sake. She doesn't think she could bear it if her garden died now. She wouldn't try to grow anything here ever again.

Ravens aware it's irrational, but she'd been secretly convinced in a guilty, superstitious way, that nothing except her and her father would be able to breathe the air without slowly dying. Raven never tells anyone her fears, even though she suspects Damian already knows. The first time Damian asked to plant something there, she froze, after all. When she realised they had been on azarath for hours every weekend, she trembled, and fiercely hoped that damian would remain as strong and lively as ever. Raven would do anything, anything at all, to make sure what happened on Azarath wouldn't happen again (especially not to Damian). Damian didn't remark on the days when she doesn't leave his side, giving her tasks to do and things to hold when he kneels to inspect the soil. Although it doesn't - shouldn't change anything, the grief and fear in her eases when she sees the garden, and even the guilt is sometimes replaced by a contented peace. She wishes that serenity would be less rare; she knows enough psychology to know her self flagellation hadn't helped anybody, but she doesn't know how to stop loathing herself even as she tried not to nurture these feelings. She wants to stop feeling awful about herself. "Thank you. For - everything." He stands to face her, and Raven bit her lip, wondering if she should leave it at that, but he's done so much for her. "For being so patient. And keeping me from drowning here. And the plants and the food and -" The words flood out until she runs out of air, and sucks more in noisily, cringing in embarressment, but he's been looking at her with a gentle, tender look in his eyes since she started talking, so she continues. "You're a good - great friend. I'm so glad to have you in my life." And if she's been silently admiring the way his hair looks in the sunlight more than paying attention to the plants when he's not looking at her, he'll never know. Damian blushes uncharacteristically and looks away. "I'm glad you're in my life, too, Rae." He mutters, clearing his throat. He looks like he wants to say something more, but looks away again, pretending to look over their garden. An unfamiliar tension coils between them, and she stares at him trying to make sense of it until his ears burn red. Feeling pleased at his blush, and embarressed that she was pleased, raven broke the tension by turning away to put away her tools for the night so they could leave.

The air seems fresher then before, the land less imposing (haunted) with a garden, so when Damian suggests bringing Titus to Azarath, she agrees, thinking of dog produced fertiliser and bringing his water bowl.

Titus gambols around, flattening springy stalks. "Titus. Heel." Damian commands. Titus, aware that his master can be charmed into forgiveness with the application of puppy eyes, huffs playfully and races off to chase a dragonfly. Damian grumbles in exasperation, waiting for his dog to return as he always does, which makes raven smile, charmed.

Raven takes her rambling garden all in and hopes the plants won't die. Although she is a poor gardener (not for lack of effort, but skill and experience), she trusts Damian to step in where her attempts aren't enough. There are times where she retreats into herself and does nothing more than hauling bags of fertiliser around for fear that the plants will somehow sense her relation to the demon that scoured all life from this planet, as if they will wilt the moment she touches them. One day, Raven sees a plant drooping and drops whatever she was holding (she cannot remember what it is and does not register if it breaks), gripped by the a wild panic that she is killing this planet again - but no. It is a plant, it does not care of her heritage, and simply needs more water. Damian presses a watering can into her nerveless fingers with a knowing, gentle look and goes to pick up what she had dropped before she can protest and persuade him to tend to it. Days later, it is as green as it's neighbors and Raven decides that it is her favourite plant. She pats it's broad leaves every time before she leaves sheepishly, aware of Damian's amused eyes on her. They had been more amused when she'd dropped a kiss on the leaves before knowing it was covered in spines.

She doesn't bother to define what kind of love she feels for Damian, and she won't until they're ready. She does love him; she can't deny that. All that matters is he is the most important person in the world to her and by the look in his eyes and the shy smile and the unfailing loyalty and support he gives her when he stays with her instead of patrolling, she can tell he feels the same way.

#damirae #I had to check how fire affects soil for this.#Please ignore if the plants would not grow in these conditions I don't know the first thing about gardening.#not really happy with this but its done so im posting #damiraeweek23 #damirae week 2023 #damian wayne #raven #lunar crow

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