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farfromstrange · 1 year

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Foreigner's God Masterlist

PAIRING: Matt Murdock x OFC

AO3 — Spotify — #foreigner’s god

❝ Sometimes, the greatest power lies not in what we can control, but in what we can uncover within ourselves. In the depths of darkness, secrets await, and it is our choice to embrace them or let them consume us. Together, they embarked on a journey to unearth the truth, unaware that love, like a tempest, would shatter all their plans and rebuild their world anew. ❞

⤹ SUMMARY:

She was born with the ability to manipulate reality and the world around her. Hydra raised her and turned her into their deadliest weapon until the Avengers saved her and offered her a chance at a better life. A dark past often comes with secrets that demand to be uncovered. There might actually be more to it than meets the eye, a kind of power that’s been sleeping deep within her, waiting to be discovered. But how does one get over losing everything without losing themselves?

One reckless night on a rooftop, a bad decision leads the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen right into her arms, and he decides to tag along on her journey down the past.

As it turns out, Matt Murdock is a man unable to take no for an answer when he has set his mind to something, and once she decides to let him into her heart, all the plans she made for the future fall apart.

Or, in which a troubled Avenger forms an alliance with Daredevil to fight a common enemy and save their city, but they end up saving each other instead.

⤹ CONTENT WARNINGS:

SLOW BURN, Canon typical violence, ANGST, EVENTUAL SMUT, light BDSM, Oral sex, daddy kink, praise & pain kink, blood & cum play, Switch!Matt, toxic behavior, language, severe mental illness, PTSD, implied/referenced torture, substance abuse disorder, self-harm, mentions of sexual assault, Hydra, age gap, religious imagery and symbolism, eventual romance, some fluff, mutant powers, mentions of child molestation, near-death experiences, catholic guilt, NOT TONY STARK FRIENDLY (at least until chapter 40 or so), turning good characters into bad guys, not completely canon compliant

-> There will be chapter-specific warnings before each chapter because they tend to vary with each one!

⤹ AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello everyone! I didn’t expect this to blow up the way it did, so I decided to edit the entire Masterlist and repost it while I continue editing the chapters on AO3 and here, too. Welcome to everyone who’s new here!

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

I’m trying not to describe any specific physical traits like body shape, hair color, etc. (although I think I called her skin “pale” once or twice in reference to her lack of sun exposure) in any of the chapters. The character was assigned female at birth and also identifies as female with she/her pronouns, but other than that, I do not give her any traits other than her name – Eliza Bennett. Her looks are entirely up to your imagination! So you can view this as a reader insert or not, whatever you want. It’s up to you how you interpret this story.

-> Series takes place in early season 2 and continues from there on.

-> This work is 18+ ONLY!

[the asterisk (*) indicates explicit sexual content; (^) indicates the chapter has been edited to fit the new style]

— ACT ONE: HYDRA —

chapter one: I Did Something Bad (^)

chapter two: Raise A Little Hell (^)

chapter three: I Think He Knows (^)

chapter four: This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (^)

chapter five: Hold Me While You Wait (^)

chapter six: Ivy (^)

chapter seven: right where you left me (^)

chapter eight: doomsday (^)

chapter nine: Block Me Out (^)

chapter ten: 1 step forward, 3 steps back (^)

chapter eleven: New Invention (^)

chapter twelve: It’s Nice To Have A Friend (^)

chapter thirteen: Devil Town (^)

chapter fourteen: Family Line (^)

chapter fifteen: So it goes…* (^)

chapter sixteen: Do I Wanna Know?* (^)

chapter seventeen: Look Who’s Inside Again (^)

chapter eighteen: Anti-Hero (^)

chapter nineteen: You’re On Your Own Kid (^)

chapter twenty: Innocent* (^)

chapter twenty-one: Green, Green Dress*

chapter twenty-two: mirrorball*

chapter twenty-three: The Avengers (pt.1)

chapter twenty-four: The Avengers (pt.2)

chapter twenty-five: For Real This Time

chapter twenty-six: Black Out Days

chapter twenty-seven: Dear Reader

chapter twenty-eight: Look What You Made Me Do

chapter twenty-nine (Bonus Chapter): Haunted

chapter thirty: Hayloft II

chapter thirty-one: Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

chapter thirty-two: Chasing Cars

chapter thirty-three: How To Save A Life

chapter thirty-four: Foreigner’s God(*)

chapter thirty-five: long story short*

chapter thirty-six: this is me trying*

chapter thirty-seven: New Romantics*

chapter thirty-eight: Lavender Haze*

chapter thirty-nine: As It Was*

chapter forty: Monster*

chapter forty-one: Daylight

— ACT TWO: PUNISHER —

chapter forty-two: I’ll Get The Coffee*

chapter forty-three: She Knows*

chapter forty-four: Cold As You

chapter forty-five: Bird Set Free

chapter forty-six: Human*

chapter forty-seven: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve (^)

chapter forty-eight: Bad Blood (^)

chapter forty-nine: Dark Paradise (^)

chapter fifty: Meet Me In The Hallway (^)

chapter fifty-one: Demons (^)

chapter fifty-two: Say You Won't Let Go (^)

chapter fifty-three: I Will Be Your Remedy (^)

chapter fifty-four: Dancing With The Devil (^)

chapter fifty-five: Why Am I Like This? (^)

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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I’m so glad I finally watched the Marvel Defenders series

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woefulmachiavellianism · 4 days

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Obvious Chapter 1

Fem!reader x Matt Murdock

Warnings: angst, assault, violence, vomiting

It was late. You were the last one at the office, again. You didn't mind. The quiet helped you finish your charts. You couldn't stand going home knowing that if they weren't done, that these people couldn't get the care they need. After submitting the final file you closed your laptop and began shutting things down for the night.

You locked the door behind you and started off. You had parked in the garage over on W 58th. The night was warm but dark. There weren't many streetlights in this part of town. You heard the wailing of sirens not too far off. You pulled your hood up and hiked your bag higher on your shoulder.

As you walked, something felt off. It was quiet. Too quiet. The normal malingering and chatter of the street was absent. You picked up your pace, hoping you'd be fine as long as you kept your hood up and your head down.

You began to hear quiet, almost inaudible footsteps behind you. You kept your speed but turned your head just enough to get a glimpse. A man, maybe 10 yards behind you, was following your exact same path. His gaze drilled into your back. You whipped your head forward again, picking up speed. The way you were walking would've looked comical if it weren't in fear for your life.

You crossed the street, trying to put distance between you and your stalker. However, as you passed a small alleyway, you caught in your periphery another menacing silhouette moving towards you.

"Oh," was all you thought. The realization washed over you. This was a trap, they'd just been waiting for someone to spring it. Your mind raced: looking for alternate routes to run, trying to remember your bit of self-defense classes, thinking through all the items in your bag for a makeshift weapon.

You were so lost in preparing mentally that you almost hit the final goon, who stepped out in front of you. The trap was sprung.

The one in front of you spoke, "What's someone like you doing alone on a night like this?" You heard the footsteps of the two coming up behind you, boxing you in

You didn't answer and tried sidestepping to get around him. Over one of the buildings, you could see the soft glow of lights from the parking deck just one street over.

The man mirrored your movements, blocking your path once again. He smelled like bathroom cologne and Marlboros. "Don't worry, we'll get you where you need to be."

It was as if time had stopped, or at least slowed. This was it, the horror story we're all told growing up: men snatching you in the night. You could no longer hear the distant sirens over your own heart. You started to think of the people in your life, friends, and family, and how they'd never know what happened.

"No," you said to yourself. You had to make it out of this, or at least try. They deserved that much, you deserved that.

The thug in front of you began to take a step forward, and like that time started again. You gritted your teeth and ducked down, swinging your bag with all your might. It cracked into his side, knocking him off balance. As soon as his mass was out of your path, you lunged forward into a sprint. This was your chance, your only chance.

You made it a couple of paces, thinking you might have escaped before you were yanked backward by your hood. All the air left your lungs as your body slammed into damp asphalt. The two goons previously behind you had caught up and were now standing over you. Before you could even catch your breath or your thoughts, you were being lifted off the ground by the front of your shirt. You struggled to get a firm stance, flailing your legs as you cried out.

One of the other ones, the one you knocked over, grabbed at your hair, wrenching your head back until your feral eyes caught his. "You're lucky you're worth a small fortune, bitch, otherwise I'd just kill you now."

You continued to cry out and flail, even after the third one placed a gag in your mouth and began to bind your hands.

-Clang-

You didn't have time to process the sound before hitting the pavement again, head slamming against the road. You clawed at the ground, trying to push yourself away. Your vision was swimming from the fall, but through the waves and spins, you could make out a small rod of metal on the ground. It took you a moment to realize that it was lying in a pool of blood next to the captor who'd been holding you up. Crawling slowly you began to see more. There was a fourth man, dressed in black, a mask covering…his eyes. No, that couldn't be right. He was taking on the other two men with frightening speed. He had just thrown one to the ground by his arm, bones audibly cracking.

The third assailant dragged himself up from where he must've been knocked down. You don't remember that happening, but now he was behind the man in black. In the darkness, you could barely make out the glint of metal in his hand. You tried to warn the man in black, a guttural croak leaving your lips. His head flicked in your direction but it was too late. You heard the sickening sound of ribs fracturing as the assailant's fist made contact.

A silent scream left your body as the last hope of your escape fell to the ground. You watched in horror as the last thug standing made his way over to you. Grabbing you by the hair, he yanked you onto your knees. The look in his eyes had changed, a fit of frustration and rage bubbling just beneath the surface. His free hand pulled back so you could clearly see the brass knuckles adorning his hand.

Your eyes clenched shut as you awaited the impact of his fist, but it never came. Instead, you felt your hair released, barely catching yourself before your upper half slammed into the pavement again.

Above you, the thug was now sputtering for air, a chain wrapped around his throat and armed hand. You looked across to see the place where the masked man had fallen was now empty.

Time seemed to slow again as you watched the assailant above you begin to struggle less and less. Despite the lack of lights, you could make out that his face was no longer a healthy color. It was sickening. Despite what he intended to do to you, bile began to rise in your throat as you watched his face contort, his lungs begging for air. It was a relief when his eyelids eventually began to droop, his body falling slack. As he dropped to the ground in front of you, your stomach betrayed you, your throat and sinuses burning as you heaved up what remained of your last meal onto the street.

Even after you were beyond empty, in every sense of the word, you couldn't move from the dry heaves wracking your body. It wasn't until the man in black wrapped a hand around your bicep and pulled you towards your feet that you could start to breathe.

"Can you walk?" His voice was hoarse and low, vibrating through your bones as his breath skimmed your ear.

You attempted to nod in response but your head barely moved. Your muscles had begun to weaken quickly, losing the power of adrenaline had aided you.

His grip around your arm briefly tightened– a squeeze. You let your head loll back and forced your eyes to focus.

The mask… had no openings for his eyes. There was no way he could see between the inky fabric and the shadow of the night.

"Y-yes," it was barely a whisper. But his head cocked, conveying he'd heard.

"Two streets over there's a beat cop on the night shift. Head through the alleyway and flag him down. Your way is clear." With that, the grip on your arm and breath by your cheek were gone and you began to stumble your way through the night.

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f1rstb0rn-auth0r · 1 year

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Emma Parker/Spiderwoman, a broke-ass orphan who got a sorcerer to make the whole world forget her, just to save it: So... do you likes pop-tarts? Frank Castle/The Punisher, a widow who just watched his entire family get murdered, who unofficially became Emma’s uncle: I love pop-tarts.

Emma, making coffee: This is going to fix everything! Matt Murdock/Daredevil, a blind lawyer whose “non” husband has been trying to adopt Emma, across the apartment: No... no it isn’t.

Karen Page, the Office Manager that became Emma’s unofficial aunt: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Karen: *upends the bottle*

Foggy Nelson, a lawyer whose been trying to adopt Emma: Yeah I'm LGBT. Foggy: cuLt leader. Foggy: God hates me personally. Foggy: cowBoy hat. Foggy: *sniffles* Trying my best.

Foggy, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Matt, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

Emma, eating broccoli: This broccoli tastes like the smell from the Aquarium at the Omaha Zoo.

I can’t wait to write this group.

#MCU #OC #Emma Parker #Spiderwoman #Marvel #Frank Castle #The Punisher #Fanfic #Wattpad #Incorrect Quotes #Karen Page #Foggy Nelson #Matt Murdock #Daredevil #Nelson and Murdock #LGBTQ #Defenders

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princessfishy · 1 year

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A very very excited boy :3

Hes like a raccoon in the garage. Dirk is so fucking dumb but love him very much, had fun drawing him in his natural habitat uwu /this oc is my main oc and hes my fucking kid do not touch

this is the lil fag who snuggles up to Frank after kneecapping someone for jay walking

#marvel defenders #marvel oc #punisher oc #the punisher #daredevil #netflix punisher #netflix daredevil #mcu oc

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 9 months

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Share your newest OC and a few facts!

I'm excited to share about this OC, so thank you so much for the Ask @arrthurpendragon!

Contessa 'Tess' O'Neill

fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/Doctor Strange

face claim: Liv Tyler

I originally created Tess as an RP character. Since then, she appeared in my fic, 'It's Not the Years Honey - It's the Mileage', a Doctor Strange one-shot. And I'm currently working on a Defender Strange one-shot where she'll make her second appearance.

mid-thirties, Bachelors Degree in Literature, published two minor poetry collections, worked as a freelance copy writer pre Blip

speaks fluent Italian, gift of her maternal grandmother who lived with her family

ended up in Kathmandu, Nepal, after months traveling Europe & Asia; her trip had been motivated by the death of her flight instructor husband on the day of Blip; taking such a trip had been on their bucket list

however, Tess had never planned to return to the United States

trigger warning below the cut...

trigger warning: attempted suicide stemming from depression; survived due to the timely intercession by a Nepalese street vendor who brought her to Kamar-Taj for medical treatment

during her recuperation, Tess found her spirit healed as well, witnessing the philosophy, tranquility, and unselfish purpose of the residents of Kamar-Taj

found her own new purpose as an initiate of the Mystic Arts, eventally becoming a Healer

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chifists · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ 「 IRON FIST 」

An Indie RP blog for Danny Rand, a.k.a. Iron Fist.

Set in Marvel's earth 616, but with own headcanons.

Slightly selective but OC/MV friendly.

(N)SFW, highly detailed, +21 mun.

Ships with Chemistry.

As portrayed by Laszlo!

Mun info+Rules can be found here.

Character basics can be found here.

#marvel rp #avengers rp #defenders rp #marvel roleplay #dc rp #dc roleplay #mcu rp #dceu rp #iron fist rp #oc rp #super hero rp

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nolita-fairytale · 2 years

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hello, world of tumblr!

hello everyone! since i'm newer to the community, i figured i'd introduce myself. hello, i'm genevieve, or rather, you can call me gen. i've been a long time fanfic reader & writer who got their start on fanfiction.net. anyways, tumblr has truly been a huge part of my fanfic renaissance and i've really been enjoying reading through daredevil & punisher fanfic here. i've been working on a billy russo au x oc & kastle story (where he never betrays frank) that i'm currently 60 or so pages into and i'm only a tad bit nervous to post on here, but figured i'd give it a shot. it's really a full fluff fic because i just want to give both billy, and frank and karen a happy ending because we need good things in the world.

to everyone who writes on here already, you all have been so wildly inspiring. i absolutely wasn't expecting to go down the marvel defenders fanfic rabbit hole (longtime harry potter, and once upon a time, supernatural fandom member here) but you all have done such a beautiful job, it's inspired me to write.

-- gen

#kastle #frank x karen #introduction #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x oc #first post #new to tumblr #marvel defenders

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jdlarts · 1 year

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A while ago myself and a few friends put a bunch of our marvel OCs on a team together and I had the inspiration last night to finally draw them. Sketched in 3 of 12. The Arachnid, Decibel, and Ether.

#art #current wip #marvel #marvel comics #original characters #ocs #marvel ocs #X-men #Avengers #guardians of the galaxy #nova corps #Defenders #Inhumans #clip studio paint #cosmic avengers

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shockmelikeelectriceel · 2 years

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Mercy | A Multi Strange Fic

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"I have it...Handled..." Evee struggles against the tightening hold of the golem's hand around her body.

"Sure you do." Defender Strange rolled his eyes and used his magic to force open the giant creature's hand.

Evee felt the grip loosening and yelped as she was falling to the ground. She closed her eyes and teleported herself to the ground by America. "WHOA!" America stepped back a little as the woman suddenly appeared there.

"Watch her." He instructed the young pupil and made his way to attack the creature who came charging toward him.

Evee stood up and dusted her off. She watched the creature being pushed into a portal to god knows where.

"That takes care of that!" America sighed in relief and Stephen approached the two ladies.

Evee rolled her eyes, "Thanks ponytail." She gave him a salute and was about to walk away but Stephen grabbed her arm.

"Not so fast, ma'am. I believe you have some explaining to do. It's not often a member of the Black Coven is so easily found," Stephen kept his grip on her, "Give me one good reason I shouldn't disintegrate you where you stand."

A/N: Title and Coven name may be changed before the story begins.

#doctor strange fanfiction #sinister strange fanfic #supreme strange fanfic #defender strange fanfic #marvel fanfiction #doctor strange x oc

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deathloveshischicagopizza · 2 years

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I am very short on money this month so any commissions are welcomed!

$1 per 200 words, so 1k is $5, 2k is $10, etc.

I write for Marvel, DC, VLD, TVD/TO. I don't do hard smut, but message me and we can negotiate for lighter stuff. Anything SFW, any pairing (canon, fanon, straight, platonic, LGBTQ+, character x reader, character x OC).

Once the story is done, you will receive it and may do with it as you please--I do keep copies and may use certain details in my later, uncommisioned works, but you will have the only copy of that version and no other mention of it will be made. If you enjoy it, you may leave an extra tip! My Kofi is in the description of my blog, and my P4yP4l is @SJMcCubbin

Message me through Tumblr to get started!

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suavemania · 1 year

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― ROSE FIELDS.

pairing: leon kennedy x partner!reader summary: leon kissed you during a mission. you confront him, but leon struggles to tell you the truth. that he loves you. words: 861 words, short and sweet. warnings: pretty angsty! leon deals with his trauma & self hate badly. light suicidal ideations. notes: i originally wrote this with my resident evil oc in mind. but i re-wrote this to fit into a reader perspective for tumblr to hopefully enjoy. written from leon's pov in mind. ummm, not super proofread BUT yeah. idk. it just spilled! i have pt. 2 and 3 already written but not sure if theres much interest tisstiss

"Leon, the kiss-"

"Don't."

He knew that the kiss was going to haunt him, that he would never be able to take it back. He placed his lips on yours, feather-like; as if he kissed you too hard you’d crumble under him. That’s all it was, he defended. A moment of weakness. But it was gone all too soon.

He sat on the bed, defeated. His shoulders stiff as he leaned forward, resting his weight on the elbows that were resting on his heavy legs. He felt your eyes burn into him. You were upset, confused, your emotions swirled in your throat, and Leon just sat there, silent. He refused to look at you, he couldn't.

"Please." you plead.

And the guilt piles in his stomach once more. The canine teeth of his shame sinking in on his shoulders like pure poison, pumping his veins. He felt like he always made you feel like this, always selfishly hinging his feelings like bait, giving you bits of evidence to his true feelings whenever he felt like he would suffocate; whenever his heart burst at the seams. All he could do to defend himself was that this was for your own good, that it's nothing. You shouldn't know, you can't know, it would- it would- what would it...

Coward.

That's what he thought about himself.

The truth was that Leon was scared of allowing himself to live in rose fields, let alone walk in them. After Raccoon City, he was so used to spending time in the dim and dark. The bright worlds felt foreign, forbidden; like something his mind and body had long forgotten. the light: it felt like a fantasy, you were like a fantasy. But Leon would rather let his heart waste away inside him than chase after a dream. His dream for safety, security, and knowing that his heart would be protected, shielded from his nightmares and guilt.

"Please, just talk to me."

But Leon kept his mouth shut, his head lowered to avoid seeing your silhouette. Had he given in, had he let his mouth confess his true feelings for his partner; he would have simply had to build another cage for his heart to live in: the inevitable fate of heartbreak, disappointing the one he loved the most. Leon had allowed himself to melt into his self-hatred long ago, feeding the insects at his feet and meeting the soil like honey. He would never admit that loudly, though. That would be thoughts he would sink with until the sticky soil met his broken body, his dampened soul melting into the stars. Or so he hoped.

Moments of silence pass, and as you stand in front of him, he notices your hands picking at each other (a bad habit, he knew that about you). For a brief moment, Leon allowed himself to marvel at you, to selfishly gaze at the only thing that mattered in his life.

You.

The sun, he thought. He bit his tongue even harder, feeling his jaw clench tightly. Don't do this. Don't be so selfish, don't. What makes him think that he could ever pay off his mistakes, his sins that came back to haunt him every night; clawing at his back. The morbid pictures of Raccoon City were carved inside him, deeply imprinted into his body and mind. He couldn’t allow himself to lose another, especially if the person in question was you.

He had imagined it if you were there that night, if he had lost you to the memory of Raccoon City. In his scenario, he would clammer his hands tightly onto yours. You’ve been infected, sick and weeping as you rot in front of him, your body actively decaying as he tries to fix you, trying to squeeze his power into you. You cried, blaming him for your slow, painful death. But that wasn’t a reality, and it was something he avoided by not telling you the truth, by not admitting that he loved you. Desperately.

Maybe he was destined to be married to his work and not the person who stood in front of him. Had he thought about it? Absolutely, more than he would like to admit. Whenever he had trouble sleeping at night, his mind would wander into his better fantasies. He had played a ridiculous amount of scenarios in his head, all that would never come true. they would range from holding his partner's hand while they slept, to him taking photos of them as they explored the world together and the beauty that remained.

“Leon, please-”

You felt your heart in your throat as you begged Leon with desperate eyes to speak, to answer your questions and feelings. You were filled with warmth, and your warmth was all Leon wanted to indulge himself in, to dive into. He wanted to feel you, to allow you to sand down his bones and brain until all he could be was the remains of his love, your love.

And he could just taste it, the sweet taste in his mouth. It was unbearable. He felt himself shred his hearts walls, the sting burning its remains in his chest, and all he could spit out was,

"I love you."

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy x reader #leon x you #resident evil leon #idk anymore im sad LOL #suavemania #short n sweet drabbles

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boobo13cambridge · 4 months

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Skyfall | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé | OC

As she gazed out of the window, her eyes lingered on the sprawling cityscape of Paris below, a tapestry of lights and shadows. With a resolute heart, she made a silent vow to herself - to live fiercely, to be the champion for those silenced in the shadows. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but her resolve was unyielding, a debt of honor to the one who believed in her when doubt cast its long shadow. He had been her mentor, her guardian; he had taken her under his protective wing at a time when skepticism clouded her every step. His unwavering presence had been her fortress, standing valiantly by her side, a solitary defender against a sea of naysayers in those echoing halls of judgment that was the Assas.

A solitary tear, a crystal testament to her inner turmoil, traced a path down her cheek, caressing her skin like a whisper of the past. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply, though the city's air was tinged with the bitter notes of reality, but mostly pollution (and was that piss?). A sudden, sharp cough, rattled her body, breaking the spell of her reverie. A rueful smile touched her lips as she mused on the cinematic trope of the enigmatic lawyer, solitary and contemplative, gazing out over a city - a scene far more inspiring in a James Bond movie than in real life.

With a finger raised towards the dark sky, the young woman whispered a prayer into the night. 'Vae victis,' she breathed, her words a soft caress against the chaos of the world, 'woe to the conquered.' Her whispered incantation rode the winds, a spectral force, stirring an unseen tremor that resonated through the city, a silent herald to those who would stand against her.

Chapter One

August 12th, 2023

Parc des Princes

8:00 p.m.

One hour before kickoff, Laila was seated in the office of President Nasser Al-Khelaifi, wishing he would just get to the point. She had to admit, Kylian Mbappé possessed an almost uncanny ability to send the club's president into bouts of extreme hypertension. The obsession with the young French star seemed borderline obsessive to Laila, almost creepy. She often marveled at how Mbappé managed to maintain his composure and resist the urge to confront the old geezer. From a business standpoint, however, she could grasp why the PSG president was so adamant about retaining the French prodigy; after all, money makes the world go round.

Despite her desires to be anywhere else, fate had different plans. Her late mentor had insisted that she start her so-called mission with the French football club for reasons he didn’t entirely foreclose. It was in these moments, she felt a deep kinship with Harry Potter who also had a mentor who seemed to leave the world with more questions than answers despite the world going to shit. Even from beyond the grave, he seemed to enjoy watching her struggle in this unexpected role. Being a lawyer for PSG was far from what her teenage self had envisioned for her future. But such was life.

“Je ne peux pas croire qu’après tout ce que nous avons fait pour ce connard, il ne veut pas renouveler. Il veut quoi de plus put-” the president grumbled in his accented french.

“Avec le plus grand respect, Mr. le président,” Laila interjected, “vous devez comprendre que les résultats du PSG après le mercato n’étaient pas satisfaisant. Vous lui avez promis un bon mercato, et pourtant, ils ont été éliminés dès les huitièmes de finale en ligue des champions. Et pourquoi? Parce que vous avez mis tout l'accent sur l'acquisition de stars. Sérieusement, qu’est-ce qui vous a traversé l’esprit en voulant avoir Messi, Neymar, et Mbappé dans la même équipe? Et vous pensez vraiment que Messi allait s’essayer si proche de la retraite?”

The words tumbled out of Laila before she could stop them, her frustration with the president's incessant complaints reaching its peak. Sometimes, he acted like a petulant child.

“Et alors, c’est de ma faute ça ?” President Al-Khelaifi retorted defensively.

“Si vous voulez des stars dans votre équipe, Mr. le Président, vous devez avoir un entraîneur capable de gérer leurs égos astronomiques. Messi venait du FC Barcelone, et il était évident le respect qu’il avait pour le PSG. Malheureusement, un coach comme Christophe Galtier ne fait qu'empirer les choses,” Laila countered.

“En tout cas, passons à autre chose. Je veux que tu ailles voir Mbappé et sa famille et que tu essaies de le convaincre. Ils vont être là ce soir pour voir le match.” (As usual, the president didn’t want to discuss anything that put him in a bad light)

“Peut-être que la première chose à faire serait de lui dire qu’il ne sera plus dans le loft?”

“Oui, oui, dis-lui qu’il peut revenir, mais je veux qu’il reste. C’est compris?”

“Sí, señor,” she replied sarcastically, exiting the room swiftly as she noticed President Al-Khelaifi’s eye begin to twitch.

As Laila stepped out of the president's office, she let out a deep sigh and made her way down to the Salon Louvre. Truly, Nasser should’ve been smarter than this but money does have a way of blinding a person. Regardless, she had a job to do and if it meant that she had to play Nasser’s little games, she would do it. Laila knew exactly what the end goal was and she wasn’t going to get distracted.

As she made her way to the Salon Louvre, where Chef Arnault had promised to reserve some of his renowned crème fraîche and caviar deviled eggs for her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the match. Parc des Princes always pulsated with infectious energy and passion, which she adored. The stadium itself was incredible, and the Ultras knew how to light up a stadium. Every time she scrolled through Twitter or Instagram, she saw the tifos they made. The huge banners were truly works of art, and she deeply admired and respected the fans for the effort they put into them.

Her thoughts drifted to her three musketeers, her closest friends, and how carefree they had been before life's harsh realities had intruded. She reminisced about that summer night of August 14th, 2021, when they had come to watch PSG vs Racing Club de Strasbourg, the first match after COVID restrictions were lifted. How different things were back then. She yearned to reconnect and mend the fractures time had caused, but deep down, she knew it was perhaps a futile wish. With her eyes brimming with unshed tears, Laila wandered through the hallways leading to the salon, lost in her memories. Absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't notice the figure in front of her and walked straight into what felt like a very warm wall.

“Tabarnak-,” she swore, instinctively rubbing her nose.

“Pardon, mademoiselle,” a voice apologized.

Startled, Laila looked up and found herself face to face with the French captain. Flustered, she took a step back, momentarily at a loss for words. Kylian Mbappé stood before her, and she couldn't help but notice how strikingly handsome he was. Dressed casually in a white Dior t-shirt and paired with stylish brown pants, which complemented his athletic build. His confident posture and the easy smile playing on his lips added to his striking appearance. He naturally carried a certain air of charisma that left her with a dry throat and a racing heart.

And God, those dimples...

How was she supposed to argue with this living reincarnation of big dick energy? Much less, convince him that he would be better off staying in a club where it was quite unlikely that he would ever win a Champions League, forget a Ballon d’Or. Her professor was so lucky to be lounging in the afterlife, because when she did find him, she would make him pay for putting her in this situation.

Kylian's gaze met Laila's, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes at her evident surprise. "You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"Yeah, just... wasn't expecting a human roadblock," Laila joked, trying to mask her nervousness. The corners of his mouth twitched in a smile, those famous dimples making a brief appearance.

"I've been called worse," he chuckled. Kylian's smile took on a knowing edge, his gaze sharp yet playful. "So, Laila Soltani, the lawyer Nasser has brought in to convince me to stay at PSG, eh?"

Laila's eyes widened slightly, her eyebrows arching in surprise."Yes, that's me. How did you know?"

Kylian leaned in slightly, a playful grin spreading across his face. “See, now I’m more inclined to be offended. Athletes can read too, you know?” he teased, nodding towards her badge.

Laila felt her cheeks warm. “Oh, n-no, that’s not... I mean, I wasn’t—” she stammered, her words tumbling over each other in her fluster.

He laughed, a light, easy sound that seemed to echo around them. “I’m just messing around with you. Besides, it’s not every day the president hires someone specifically to deal with me. You must be quite persuasive.”

Laila laughed, a sound more relaxed than she felt. "I'll take that as a compliment, Mr. Mbappé. But yes, that's why I’m here, in part. Though, convincing someone of your caliber to stay... that's a tall order. My greatest adversary so far."

Kylian's eyes glinted with amusement. "Greatest adversary, huh? Sounds like you’re ready for battle. Just remember, I'm not so easily swayed."

"Oh, we'll see about that," Laila retorted, her own eyes sparkling with the challenge. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Looking forward to it, Mademoiselle. May the best person win."

With a final chuckle, Kylian turned and strode away, leaving Laila to ponder the intriguing encounter. She shook her head, a smile lingering on her lips, and continued her journey to the salon Louvre. As she entered, she was immediately greeted by the buzz of fans, whose enthusiasm seemed to infect her immediately. The modern design boasted a sleek and refined look, with geometric light fixtures casting a constellation of warm, ambient light across the polished floor.

She found Chef Arnault behind the mini bar, a silver-maned sage in the world of haute cuisine. With the twinkle of seasoned joy in his clear blue eyes, he beckoned Laila over with a broad grin that seemed to know more than it let on.

"Well, well, if it isn't our lawyer," he teased, the light in his eyes matching the mischief in his tone as he took in her flushed appearance. "You look like you've just spent the whole evening sweating in a sauna. Let me guess, Mbappé charm in action?"

Laila rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned upward involuntarily. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to those who know," he chuckled, presenting her with a plate of deviled eggs, each a small culinary work of art with creamy filling and a crown of caviar. "Here, I made these just for you. They might just give you the boost you need for the evening to deal with the capitaine."

Laila decided to just brush off Arnault's teasing and, not wanting to wait another second, she tossed back a whole deviled egg. The taste was amazing—so good it almost made her moan right there at the bar.

With a quick thanks to the chef, she slipped through the crowd of fans as she heard Michel Montana's voice encouraging the Ultras to cheer for the team. Their chatter was just noise against the hum in her head as she moved to her seat. It was pretty close to the president's spot, giving her an incredible view of the field.

She dropped into her seat, taking in the low buzz of the stadium and the distant echo of the players getting their game faces on. The excitement was kicking in. This wasn't just another day at the office for Laila; it was like stepping onto a chessboard where every move counted. The match was about to start, and she wasn't just thinking about the football. It was game time on all fronts.

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A/N: Hello, my lovelies. I'm back 😘

#kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe smut #kylian imagines #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappé #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x y/n #kylian mbappe angst

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princessfishy · 1 year

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Art Sketch Requests?

I wanna draw some stuff so like

Sketch requests are open!!! https://www.tumblr.com/new/ask/princessfishy

Currently only accepting requests to draw things from

- Moonknight (MCU only)

- The Punisher (MCU only)

- Daredevil (MCU only)

I WILL NOT DRAW OCS </3 Unless you’re requesting i draw one of my own, from here https://toyhou.se/MutantFishy/characters/folder:3966667

#marvel #mcu #marvel defenders #marvel art #marvel oc #marvel mcu #daredevil #the punisher #moonknight #moon knight #moonknight art

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Masterlists

(New place where all the masterlists will go)

Alien vs Predator (Edited: 11/29/23)

Arknights (Edited: 4/11/23)

Arcane (Edited: 11/8/23)

A Song of Ice and Fire/House of The Dragon/Game of Thrones (Edited: 4/22/24)

Assassination Classroom (Edited: 5/20/23)

Beastars (Edited: 4/25/24)

Bendy and The Ink Machine (Edited: 4/21/23)

Bioshock (Edited: 11/4/23)

Black Butler (Edited: 4/11/23)

Blue Exorcist (Edited: 4/21/23)

Borderlands (Edited: 2/26/24)

The Boys (Edited: 3/20/24)

Call of Duty (Edited: 10/24/23)

Cookie Run (Edited: 5/11/23)

Cult of the Lamb (Edited: 4/13/24)

Cuphead (Edited: 6/21/23)

Danganronpa (Edited 4/11/23)

Dark Souls and other Soulslike games (Edited: 1/28/24)

DC Comics (Edited: 10/30/23)

Dead by Daylight (Edited: 5/8/24)

Death Note (Edited: 5/9/24)

Demon Slayer (Edited: 3/28/24)

Detroit: Become Human (Edited: 9/3/23)

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. (Edited: 4/21/23)

Disney (Edited: 2/22/24)

Don't Starve (Edited: 4/11/23)

DOOM (Edited: 4/21/23)

Dragon Age (Edited: 3/11/24)

Elder Scrolls (Edited: 3/22/24)

Far Cry (Edited: 2/16/24)

Fear and Hunger (Edited: 5/5/24)

Five Nights at Freddy's (1) (Edited: 7/28/23) (2) (Edited: 10/23/23) (3) (Edited: 4/26/24)

Gears/Gears of War (Edited: 5/11/24)

Genshin Impact (Edited: 4/17/24)

God of War (Edited: 11/13/23)

Halo (Edited: 5/12/24)

Halo RvB (Edited: 5/12/24)

Happy Tree Friends (Edited: 4/27/24)

Homestuck/Hiveswap (1) (Edited 1/21/24) (2) (Edited 3/24/24)

How To Train Your Dragon (Edited: 4/30/24)

Identity V (1) (Edited: 4/11/23) (2) (Edited: 4/11/23)

Invader Zim (Edited: 4/11/23)

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (Edited: 5/11/24)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Edited: 5/9/24)

The Last of Us (Edited: 5/5/23)

Left 4 Dead (Edited: 4/11/23)

Madness Combat (Edited: 5/2/24)

Marvel (Edited: 11/17/23)

Metro Game Series (Edited: 3/12/24)

Mortal Kombat (Edited: 3/3/24)

My Hero Academia (Edited: 4/29/24)

My Little Pony (Edited: 4/24/24)

Mystic Messenger (Edited: 4/11/23)

Naruto (Edited: 6/23/23)

Ninjago (Edited: 9/15/23)

Nintendo (Edited: 5/3/24)

Obey Me! (Edited: 4/11/23)

Outlast (Edited: 7/21/23)

The Outerworlds (Edited: 4/11/24)

Overwatch (Edited: 5/4/24)

Payday (Edited: 1/24/24)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Edited: 4/11/23)

Pokemon (Edited: 4/29/24)

Poppy Playtime (Edited: 5/3/24)

Portal (Edited: 4/11/23)

Puss In Boots (Edited: 3/23/24)

Random Hybrid HCs (to be merged) (Edited: 4/11/23)

Red Dead Redemption (Edited: 3/4/24)

Resident Evil (Edited: 10/24/23)

Rick and Morty (Edited: 8/17/23)

SCP (Edited: 4/11/23)

Silent Hill (Edited: 11/8/23)

Slashers (Edited: 5/10/24)

Small HCs/Concepts (Edited: 4/11/23)

Sonic The Hedgehog (Edited: 5/3/24)

South Park (Aged Up) (Edited: 6/28/23)

Spooky Month (Edited: 4/21/23)

Star Wars (11/15/23)

Steven Universe (Edited: 4/27/24)

Team Fortress 2 (Edited: 5/7/24)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Edited: 5/12/24)

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun (Edited: 4/11/23)

Transformers (Edited: 11/17/23)

Twisted Wonderland (Edited: 4/8/24)

Uncategorized Fics (Edited: 3/3/24)

Undertale/Deltarune (Edited: 5/2/24)

Voltron: Legendary Defender (Edited: 5/27/23)

We Happy Few (Edited: 1/23/24)

Yandere OC Concepts (Edited: 10/3/23)

Main OCs (Edited: 4/11/23)

Xenophobic (Story) (Edited: 4/11/23)

Worse Than Zombies (Story) (Edited: 4/11/23)

Yandere Halloween Event 2021 (Edited: 4/11/23)

Yandere Halloween Event 2022 (Edited 4/11/23)

#yandere masterlist #yandere x darling

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