#because SOMEONE had to shield her. they are instinctive protectors. they are the same

[noirritablegrizzly]

1945 was a weird year for rosalie. after a whole decade of being completely inamoured with emmett, and after they had woken up from their honeymoon haze, she only had one thing on her mind.

rosalie wanted a baby.

of course, this wasn’t anything new, and emmett often felt the guilt of not being able to give her what she wanted, to give her the other half of her happiness, but she could never blame him for it. he had been so good to her for the past ten years, and he had distracted her from the self loathing she had carried with her since being turned, but now that they were able to be around their family without tearing each other’s clothes off, she felt like a piece of her soul was missing again, the ache in her heart that had consumed her before meeting emmett had returned.

• • • • •

it had been purely instinct, really. she couldn’t actually explain what had happened. during the late evening on a winter night, snow slowly falling around them as they walked through the empty streets, she felt a pull, and all it took was a split second of emmett looking away and rose was gone.

emmett couldn’t even pick up her scent anymore and so, frantically, he returned to the rest of his family and explained what happened to the best of his ability. edward couldn’t catch any of rosalie’s thoughts, and knew that she hadn’t been planning on leaving or anything.

across town from where she had disappeared, rose was perched on the front steps of a church, cooing to a bundle in her arms. something had taken over her, and in the split second that she had heard that cry, she had gotten to that church as quickly as possible. someone had abandoned their newborn there, a tiny baby, in the cold.

it took roughly an hour, but eventually, carlisle managed to pick up her scent and tracked it all the way to the church. he approached slowly, noticing his adoptive daughter’s protective stance. her body was curled around the bundle in her arms, shielding it from any danger. he called out to her.

“rosalie.”

at this she startled, hugging the infant even closer to her body, before loosening up as she recognized carlisle.

“she’s all alone, carlisle,” she struggled not to sound hysterical, “someone just left her here, all alone in the cold. they don’t want her.”

as much as carlisle had known this was a possibility, he had thought he would have a few more years before she would give in to her need for a child. he knew that she was aware that it wouldn’t work, that she couldn’t possibly raise a child to be her own, but he could also recognize the role she had already taken on. she had become this child’s protector, any and all of her maternal instincts rising to ensure that this infant was safe.

• • • • •

“where did you get a kid?!?”

of course that was emmett first question, after the family had regrouped. it was a valid question because, really, he knew how much his mate had wanted a child and wouldn’t put it past her to steal one, as bad as that would be. he was glad to see her, see that she was safe, but she wouldn’t let anyone get near her (mostly near the little girl in her arms).

after explaining as much as she could — “they just left her! i knew she needed me, she was calling for me and i had to help her, emmett, they hadn’t even bundled her properly! the poor angel’s little fingers were out, and they were blue!” — edward stepped up to fill in on the actual details.

he was perplexed at the state of her mind. on the surface, first and foremost, was the repetitive loop of she’s mine, keep her safe, she’s mine, keep her safe, but underneath that he could see the memory she was thinking of. one second, she had been admiring the snow, thinking about how cute emmett looked with the small flakes catching in his dark hair, and the next second there was what sounded like the beginning of a cry, and suddenly she was looking down at a pile of blankets on some snowy steps. there was the flash of her getting from point a to point b, but it was the fastest he had ever seen anything move, and it was as if she had just appeared there.

he tried to vocalize what he was seeing, but could only chalk it up to pure instinct bringing her there.

• • • • •

eventually, the family had gotten used to the baby, who rosalie had named vera, after her childhood friend. they all understood that rosalie needed to care for her, that she needed to raise her, and they were more than willing to accept that. emmett had been quick to adjust and acted as the perfect father to vera, and rosalie had never been happier.

esme taught rosalie as much as she could, and the baby was as good for her as she was for rosalie. nothing could ever replace her son, having little vera around and being able to watch her grow and experience the things her son had never gotten to was bittersweet. but, she was beyond supportive to rosalie, and loved being a grandmother.

in 1950, when alice and jasper joined the family, tensions had been heightened. rosalie didn’t trust jasper, who had only been a vegetarian for 2 years at that point, around her human daughter. it was decided that rosalie, emmett, and vera would go off on their own for a few years, and they settled down in northern canada for the next five years, until jasper was more in control.

• • • • •

vera first started to ask questions around the age of twelve. she knew her family was different, but she hadn’t known why. she questioned why everybody still looked so young, why they had to move so often, why she was the only one who ever ate food, and a variety of different questions. it had been carlisle’s job to answer all of her questions, but she had understood quickly.

as she continued to age, she found herself having to refer to her parents as her siblings, and had taken to joining her aunt, uncles, and parents in high school.

at 18, rosalie sat down with vera and told her daughter of her past, her human life, and of how she had found vera. she told her daughter that, as she was now an adult, she could choose to become a vampire so that she would stop aging and could stay with her family indefinitely. of course, it wouldn’t have to happen immediately, and she could wait as long as she wanted to simply choose to age until death. rose made sure to emphasize that she would never make any choices for her daughter, and that even though she wouldn’t wish this life upon anybody, she would support her daughter in whichever path she took.

deciding that she didn’t want to grow older than her mother, she made the choice that she would be turned immediately. she hadn’t had the same want for a family as her mother had, and she was happy enough being frozen at 18, not worrying about having children.

in 1963, vera hale became immortal. carlisle, still having the most control, had been the one to turn her, but her mother had been by her side through the change, not once leaving. they moved back to northern canada, in the same isolated area that they had lived in through the first half of the ‘50’s, where they stayed until vera had her thirst under control. being so far north had its perks, as the family discovered that vera had been reborn with a gift to influence snow and ice. emmett found it hilarious and always made a point to joke about the connection between her birth and rebirth, as she had initially been found in the cold.

• • • • •

decades later, rosalie would think back to the night she had found her daughter. there were still so many questions that would never be answered, but the biggest being how. how had she been able to, first of all hear the baby, but get to her so quickly. in the end, she didn’t dwell on those thoughts much, because her one true wish, in life and death, had come true.

rosalie had a baby, and was now able to spend the rest of forever with the two beings who completed her. she no longer felt that gaping emptiness in her chest whenever she saw a new mother pass by on the street, and instead she was filled with feelings of nostalgia.

rosalie hale had gotten her baby.

#rosalie hale #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #twilight #pre twilight #emmett cullen #the cullens #baby #rosalie deserved better #rosalie got her baby #it took a full week for anyone else to be able to hold the baby #esme was the best grandmother #rose stole a baby #edward cullen #edward is literally the most awkward uncle

[idratherdreamofjune]

@sunheart wrote in her tags on another post:

Genuinely hate being alive ... I completely understand on so many levels why you would hate being a woman. Its horrible. And then as a Christian there's this whole really ugly dynamic- that i know is probably a lie i just haven't worked out how yet- that we're the 2nd best. The afterthought. The mediocre option. Almost everything in life men are better at and it's hard to believe it's just cultural-  math logic leadership writing cooking writing physical activities on and on, and women are good at being Nice :)   Which ok i like being nice   but it's like that's my only option   I feel like any other impact i might wish to have upon the world   will be paltry in comparison to what i could do   if only i was a man.   I feel incompetent. Irrational. Emotional. Obnoxious.   I feel like I'm supposed to be a plaything for the beings that were *actually* created to be in harmony with God   like I'm not supposed to have a connection with God-  only through my husband   which what does that make me as a single childless bitch?   I can't even fulfill the main point of my existence. Jesus interacted with women but did he care about them like he did the men? David and John were named his favorites not Deborah or Hannah. And like i said i'm sure none of that's true but i don't know how and it feels awful. hate it.

   Hopefully others have shared encouragement on this already, but just in case I wanted to give some thoughts. Please know that if I sound riled at all (and I’m going to try to avoid that) I’m not upset at anyone who feels this way but am deeply upset by the enemy’s lies that so many are hurt by. As a younger believer I did struggle with some of these questions myself, and for a long time it was difficult to reconcile these concerns with the promises that God loves me.

   Your instincts are right - it is a lie that women are second best. And before I go any further let me also agree that yes, we are physically weaker than men and have other weaknesses too. But since when has weakness meant that someone is any way “less than” others? Men have weaknesses too, just different ones. That’s the nature of humanity: every person is a mixed bag of strengths and weaknesses. I’ve never heard before that men are better at cooking?? My dad literally struggles to cook a hotdog in the microwave and has never touched a grill in his life. And okay men may (possibly, not sure on this one either) be inherently better at math, but which gender is drastically underrepresented in the nursing field? I suspect there are fewer male teachers, too, though not as huge a disparity. Men are more prone to recklessness and violence - part of the reason married men live longer (gotta get that stable influence). Again yes men are physically stronger but have you watched ballet dancers (oooh i mean ballerinas, sorry there’re so few ballerinos that I forgot to differentiate) or female gymnasts? Nothing “less than” there! The famous Proverbs 31 woman is a good insight into Biblical support of female abilities and value: “strength and dignity are her clothing”, “she opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.” “Let her works praise her in the gates.” (The gates were essentially the city hall or forum of ancient Israel.)

   Going back to the beginning - women were created second, true. But did God not know His own plan? He was always going to create women. And the really amazing thing that I learned in the last couple of years is that, when God says He’s going to make Adam “a helper” (Hebrew ”ezer”), that’s the same word that is used to describe God’s actions for His people throughout the Old Testament: - Exodus 18:4 “The God of my father was my help.” - 1 Samuel 7:12 “Ebenezer” means “rock of help” and is a memorial of Yaweh’s help. - Psalm 30:10 “Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!” - Psalm 115:11 “You who fear the Lord, trust in the Lord, He is their help and their shield” - Psalm 121:2 “My help comes from the Lord” - Hosea 13:9 “‘You are against Me, against your helper.’“

It is a common word for “help” used in other settings, yes, but the fact that it’s used of God illustrates that this is no poor or second-rate role. Helping - aiding - supporting - incredibly important! In fact this article I just found puts it this way:

In two cases it refers to the first woman, Eve, in Genesis 2. Three times it refers to powerful nations Israel called on for help when besieged. In the sixteen remaining cases the word refers to God as our help. He is the one who comes alongside us in our helplessness. That's the meaning of ezer. Because God is not subordinate to his creatures, any idea that an ezer-helper is inferior is untenable. In his book Man and Woman: One in Christ, Philip Payne puts it this way: "The noun used here [ezer] throughout the Old Testament does not suggest 'helper' as in 'servant,' but help, savior, rescuer, protector.'

   Moving on to the New Testament, and the topic of John, who is known as “the disciple whom Jesus loved”. John is the one who wrote the book which tells us that (under the direction of the Holy Spirit, yes) and he only uses that wording as a title, in place of his name. Nowhere does it say he was the favorite disciple, or even most loved, just that he was loved. To me it seems more as if John is saying “Jesus loved me! Can you believe it?!” It has a feeling of awe and thankfulness as opposed to superiority.

  Getting into marriage specifically, I do believe that a wife should be under the headship of her husband ...mainly in the sense of letting him have the last word on decisions and plans. This is in part due to differing areas of strength, and in part because in some situations it’s better to have a family leader - most groups of humans need a leader, and following an assigned (or picked) leader does not make one inferior. All that being said, a wife should be able to provide input, advice, and feedback to her husband, who should take into strong consideration his wife’s needs, insights, and concerns (Ephesians 5:25-29).

   The lie that women cannot be connected to God outside of their husband is refuted not only by all the vibrantly faithful single or windowed Christian ladies of history (Amy Carmichael, Gladys Aylward, Mary Slessor, and Elisabeth Elliot are some of my favorites) but also Scripture itself. When Christ spoke with the divorced Samaritan woman the disciples were shocked not because she was a Samaritan but because she was a woman (John 4:27; she was shocked on both counts - John 4:9) - I hope they got used to it because Jesus spoke with women a lot. Despite the culture of the time, Jesus clearly had very warm and caring direct relationships with Martha and Mary, Mary Magdalene, and other women. Anna the Prophetess in the temple had been widowed for decades and was serving God alone “night and day” (Luke 2:37). Incredibly, in a culture where women were looked down upon, the Lord chose women to be the first to discover the empty tomb, and Mary Magdalene to be the first to see the risen Christ! I love that passage so much (John 20:11-18).

   Another example is when Jesus stopped on His way to heal Jairus’ daughter (i.e. He put aside a powerful man’s urgent request) to lovingly interact with the woman who’d suffered bleeding for years - a terribly personal and female problem (Mark 5:21-35).

   To try to wrap up, I’ll return to David in the OT, who was a “man after God’s own heart”. But again, it doesn’t say that he was actually a favorite - it does say David was chosen by God though, to lead Israel and establish the family from which Jesus would ultimately come. You know who else was chosen? Esther - “for such a time as this”. Once she realizes the task she must complete, she tells Mordecai how it’s going to go, and “Mordecai then went away and did everything Esther had ordered him.” Esther gets a book named after her and is remembered in the holiday of Purim to this day. Also note that Esther was married to an unbeliever. Likewise Ruth was chosen, as a young foreign widow, to be part of the Messiah’s kingly line. As an aside, my favorite thing about Ruth’s story (besides all the faith and beauty of it) is the simultaneous deep respect and protectiveness Boaz shows towards her (okay enough mush). Anyhow what it comes down to is that God chooses and loves both men and women, and both have a place (singly and married) in His plans and kingdom. See also Galatians 3:28 “ There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.”

   This post has all over the place, and I probably forgot a bunch of things I wanted to add (if anything else comes to mind I’ll add it later), but I hope it’s been encouraging. Yes I’ve struggled with some aspects of how women are portrayed in the Bible, but what I shared above, plus the love and blessings I’ve known as a single woman are more than enough evidence that we are known and loved. If anything is unclear or anyone has any questions please speak out/send an ask! Anon asks are on too. Also if anyone wants to add or amend anything do so without hesitation!!

#marriage #women in the Bible #Book of Ruth #Book of Esther #singleness #Scripture #lies

[fem-blade-adept]

@the-one-and-only-blake-llewell so this is that OC I was talking about. It’s fairly detailed because I’m a writer but there may be inconsistencies. TW for blood, horror, and mentions of abuse.

Name: Petra Naverrian

Real Name: Anezi Diasea

Nickname: The Heretic

Race: Protector Aasimar

Class: Cleric

Subclass: Blood Domain

Proficiencies: Medicine, Insight

Patron: Nytoria, Goddess of Judgment and Free Will

Alignment: True Neutral

Domain: Life, Balance

Symbol: Four hexagons, top and bottom two with arrows pointing up and down respectively, the other two with stars

Story: A goddess whose power is used to protect or take away mortality’s privilege to control one’s own fate and make choices while punishing those who seek to undermine others and subjugate or mislead the population. The power she grants her chosen are the abilities to elevate and protect others and manipulate, control, and punish the deserving. Believes in balance and that neither good nor evil should rule a generation and that each is required to fuel the destinies and desires of each individual, but those seeking power through greed or control or subjugation will be dealt with in the same manner and will suffer the loss of their own free will. Encourages her followers to protect the weaknesses of those you are loyal to and exploit the weaknesses of those they defy.

Age: 21

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 100 lbs.

Hair: Blonde with a blood red streak, tied in a ponytail

Skin: Pale

Eyes: Heterochromia, one green eye (L), one blood red eye (R)

Fashion: Trench Duster with one sleeve torn above the wrist on the right side, leather armor over a gauze wrap across the breasts and tight black pants, a belt across the waist and a three corner hat

Appearance: Right hand is wrapped in gauze with a blood red tattooed sigil on her wrist, which marks her as a follower of Nytoria and channels her abilities. Under the gauze is a massive slash through her hand that, while she can heal herself, doesn’t go away due to the amount of times she’s used it to fuel her blood magic.

Weapons of Choice: A Saber and her divine gifts

Personality:

The most brutal show-off in the world. Actively loves dueling and can have a bit of an ego. Enjoys her work as a bounty hunter and is a thrill seeker to the bitter end. Has a sense of honor and will always respect a disciplined combatant, but is more than capable of fighting dirty if her enemies don’t fight fair. Has spilled more than her fair share of blood and has no qualms in taking a life unless it's with her blood magic, which invokes her PTSD. Prefers to carefully assess a situation before killing someone and will exhaust every avenue before slitting someone’s throat. Learned from a young age to study and deconstruct people physically and emotionally, so has a very good eye for reading people and emotions as well as knowing the human body very well. Tries to act civil and mature, but has a hard time concealing the childlike persona she carries.

Backstory: Petra was gifted from a young age, blessed with the favor of Nytoria. Nytoria, as the protector goddess of free will, presented her with a small fraction of her divine power in the hopes that Petra would one day protect her friends, loved ones, and perhaps herself from disaster, knowing that this child’s life would not be a happy one.

From the second she could walk, Petra experienced trauma and hate. Her village worshipped Helm, god of protection, believing that he would shield them from suffering. Mistaking Nytoria’s act of patronage and blood red brand on Petra as mistrust and lack of respect from the deity, her parents and the town, stirred up by the High Priest, Morvarian, ordered her death. Petra, being only 5, was defended solely by her older sister, Neraia, who grabbed her and managed to barely escape with their lives into the wilderness.

Neraia, 17 at the time, being a combat specialist due to her time as a soldier taught her how to wield a sword and, as time went on, Petra became an extremely adept duelist. Neraia also was a combat medic, so she also taught Petra about the important parts of the human body and where to heal as well as where to strike. She and Petra came to rely on each other very heavily while continuing to avoid and dodge mercenaries and followers and acolytes sent by the High Priest, mad with this ideal that killing them would lead to favor from Helm.

During her 15th year, Petra and Neraia were separated in a surprise attack by an assassin’s guild. After days of searching, Petra found her sister being held as bait. With a knife to her throat, the main leader slashed Neraia’s throat. Feeling the divine magic well up inside her from seeing her sister’s blood, she channeled Mystra’s gift into puppeting all 3 assassin’s into killing each other through their own blood, her brand glowing a malevolent red. Able to barely save her sister from an agonizing death, Petra healed her and took her to the nearest town, making sure the infirmary nursed her back to health.

Feeling unbelievable remorse and terror at her own power, she ran before her sister came to consciousness. Running into the forest, she took her knife and tried to carve it her own brand only to have it perfectly healed. Trying several times as she cried and blood continued to spill from her arm only to have it healed, Nytoria appeared to her in her usual way, appearing to be a traveler of unknown origin.

“Child, why do you deny your gifts? I have given you strength.”

“I never wanted this. I almost got my sister killed. I killed those people. I put people in danger with this magic. I will pay any price to make this stop, even if it’s with my own blood.”

“My dearest Petra, there is a reason I entrusted you with this magic and why I became your patron. Your path was never meant to be easy. Helm knew of your fate and chose to let it be, so I stepped in. You are capable of great things. Blood is not a product of violence, it symbolizes life and passion. So instead of spilling your own blood, use it to make this world better than you found it.”

Instilled with an odd sense of peace, she returned to the infirmary to find her sister had left in search of her. After looking for days, neither Neraia or Petra could find each other. Using her instincts, Petra started to craft a persona as a mercenary, donning the name that hounded her as a child, the Heretic. Embarking on a quest to come to terms with and become comfortable with her abilities before being able to face her sister again.

After several years and continued harrying by the same High Priest, she continues on her journey, still harrowed by the horror her divine gifts can inflict, but slowly becoming accustomed to it, she continues to gather reputation among the continent while searching for her sister.

[fasterthanmydemons]

Does Pietro or Wanda have any tension around doctors/scientists? Does it depend on who they work for, like doctors who work for shield vs for the general public? Thank you !!!!

{out of breath} Oh wow, yes, both of them do, for multiple reasons. Some reasons they share and some are unique to them. But no, generally it does not depend on who they work for, what their intentions are, or even how nice they seem to be. Their fears and apprehensions have more to do with what triggers or frightens them, so it usually elicits the same response no matter if it’s Hydra, SHIELD, or a doctor for the general public. Things like clip boards, white lab coats, needles, syringes, medical gloves, medical masks, and even the smells of things like betadine, rubbing alcohol, medical adhesives like tape or bandages, and latex will trigger the twins’ fears and may even send them into panic attacks or flashbacks.

Shared Aversions to Doctors, Scientists, and Medical Equipment

The twins both associate medical staff with the worst things that happened in their lives. Right after their parents were killed and they were trapped in rubble for two days, the twins were manhandled by a number of medical personnel. While this was done to make sure they were okay, listen to their heart and lungs, check for things like broken bones, and make sure they weren’t bleeding, all they knew was that they were scared and didn’t know these people. Imagine at ten years old having a bunch of strange people grab you, poke you with needles, squeeze this and that, and all without your parents there. It was a frightening experience for them.

Later on in their lives, the experiments they volunteered for turned out to not be what they seem and were terrifying experiences than bordered on torture at times. The doctors, scientists, and soldiers inside the Hydra base treated them like lab rats, injected them with things that made them feel terrible, put them through painful tests, took blood and tissue samples, and all without caring if they frightened them or caused physical pain or mental distress. That kind of invasion of their privacy, tests happening whether they want them to or not, waking them up out of a dead sleep to do something painful or frightening... it cultivated a hatred and fear of medical staff, doctors, and scientists that stayed with them. Even if they know that someone is trying to help them, they will still at least initially feel that instinctive fear, because they’re conditioned to associate the appearances of medical professionals with discomfort and a loss of control.

The twins feel a strong sense of loss of control around doctors and scientists because they’re used to not having a say in their treatment or what happens to them. They’ve always been told what will happen and be done to them, not asked what they want, first as children and then by Hydra. So there is a fear that “bad things will happen and we won’t be able to stop it” whenever they need any kind of medical attention. The twins are more likely to wait until they are extremely ill or only seek attention for the worst of injuries rather than subject themselves to being looked at by a doctor. As a result, injuries or illnesses they really should seek help for they try to treat themselves or each other for.

Unique to Wanda

Wanda was assaulted by another boy her age in her home village in Transia when she was six. This gave her an aversion to being touched by strangers and left her with an instinctive fear of people getting too close to her. So to then be grabbed and checked out by medical staff at age ten was terrifying to her, and then being treated like a lab rat by Hydra only added to that fear and aversion. Some of the scientists and soldiers got a little handsy with Wanda sometimes too at the Hydra facility, which only compounded this fear. Being separated from her brother in that setting, who was usually her protector, made her unable to relax to sleep most of the time for fear that someone would come into her room and hurt her. seeing white lab coats, clipboards, gloves, etc. reminds her of that time and makes her feel panicky. Sometimes she can have full blown panic attacks or even flashbacks from being in a medical room or seeing someone in a lab coat.

Unique to Pietro

Pietro had been hiding from Wanda much of what is wrong with his right hand and arm because he doesn’t want her to worry about him or blame herself for all the things that happened to him, and also because he doesn’t want to be perceived as weak or damaged. So in addition to all the shared fears he has with Wanda on this subject, doctors wanting to get in close and check him out makes him afraid that they’ll notice he has many things wrong with his arm and hand. He worries about being found out, basically, and wants to keep it a secret. He doesn’t think there’s any cure anyway, so why worry Wanda? He hides the pain of it and has learned to cover up the tremors and spasms in interesting ways. To him, it is better that he suffers than to cause Wanda any worry or make her cry. So for him, the loss of privacy and his ability to keep certain things about his health a secret is a major source of anxiety for him whenever he has to be seen by a doctor.

[heroes-r-us]

One Punch Man {Monster reader Headcanons}

I'm going to highlight the ones I personally enjoyed writing! ●▽●

Sweet Mask: He probably finds out on the down low. It was an accident. He'd merely been patrolling the area around the concert to clear his head when he saw you transform. Normally after seeing a monster, he'd kill it. But it was you. He was already attached to you. He'll probably test you. Ask you if you're hiding anything from him. If you lie and try to change the subject, you'll leave him no choice. But if you break down crying, telling him everything, explaining that yes you were a monster, but that you'd never hurt anyone… There's a better chance that he won't straight up kill you. He may even try to find out if the monster side of you can be removed. 

Tatsumaki: She's definitely enraged. A monster!? you'd LIED to her!! How long? Were you just trying to get close to her so you'd be protected by the HA? Disgusting! If you explain yourself, that you'd been born this way, you had never hurt a human, that the reason she'd found you in the woods was so you'd not hurt anybody, and that you only wanted to have a normal life… She may just forgive you. But, why lie? Why not just tell her? Do you not trust her? But it's nothing like that, you were scared that the HA would hunt you down, put you in jail despite doing nothing wrong, or kill you. She'll soften over time, let her think about it. 

Kamikaze/Atomic Samurai: He's shocked. But, you're calm. You're not enraged or killing or lashing out at anything that moved. You were the same, but… Not. He won't make any harsh judgments before getting your side of the story. He had to be calm too. He will assess the situation as is and listen carefully to your explanation. That it had been secretly put into your food during the time you'd been captured by the monster association. That it'd been too late by the time you'd found out. He'll work doggedly beside you to shield you from the outside world and to help you control your monstrous instincts. 

Child Emperor: He's honestly not sure how to handle this. You were a kid. Just like him. You were quick to explain that your father had been a monster. Not an evil monster, a monster that wanted to be left alone and in peace. You explained the story of how your parents met, that your mother worried about you constantly, and how your father had been killed after accidentally encountering heroes. Heroes that didn't care that he hadn't done anything wrong. You had to hide from the world, but you saw him as a close friend, a confidant of sorts. You had total control over your monster form, but you were scared of people. He learns how to cope with the news and quickly begins to grow curious about your non-monstrous monster form. 

King: He's scared as all hell when he sees you on his doorstep. He tries to intimidate you, but it's not working. Because you know. You felt safe with him, you knew he couldn't lash out and hurt you and you knew he wouldn't tell anyone. You confide solely in him, begging him to believe that you weren't evil. He believes you. After all how many times could you have nonchalantly taken him out? It would have been so easy. But you didn't. You didn't. That's the main reason you are still together. Trust. Sometimes when other monsters find and threaten him, you become his protector, and the roles switch. You protect him from monsters, he protects you from the world. 

Zombieman: He's hurt, not because you lied, but because you thought he'd hurt you. You thought he'd turn you in. You thought he'd hate you. You were terrified, and rightfully so. You've been burned before. People had sold you out to c-class heroes who were looking for a villain to slay. You were always the dragon the knight would vanquish, the boogeyman in the closet, the thing parents would tell their children horrible stories about to keep them in line. You had always been that monster. He holds you close and assures you that there would be no way in hell he would give you up. Especially since he knows you'd never harm a soul. He tells you he trusts you. But he needs you to trust him in return. 

Drive Knight: He's tactical, and he likes to gather as much information about someone as he can before confronting them. So, when you finally reveal your secrets, teary-eyed and scared, as though you were waiting for death and had mentally prepared yourself beforehand, he only hummed slightly. He was pleased you told him, that though you were scared, you told him on you own accord. He didn't have to pry the information out of you. You were shocked at his nonchalance behavior, as though he hadn't really heard you. You tried to clarify what you meant. That you were a monster. So, he sighed and shook his head, even going as far as to chuckle under his breath. He explained to you gently, that, Darling, I know. I know that you're a monster. I also know that your record is clean. I know I have a good judgment of character. And that… I've known since three weeks after I met you. 

Watchdog man: He knew you smelled different. He could tell by your scent the whole time. It was merely a waiting game until you told him. You eventually did, and though it pleased him, he made sure to thoroughly question you. He learned a lot about you during that time. How you'd become this way, how it hadn't been your choice, and how petrified you were. Once he was completely satisfied that you wouldn't hurt anybody, he nodded, pressed his face into your lap, and continued his nap. 

Flashy Flash: He'll act calm on the outside but inwardly infuriated that you hadn't told him. Why hadn't you told him!? Similar to Tornado, he'll start to question your motives and loyalty. He'll probably break up with you until you explain everything and regain his trust. It will take a while though, and he may stalk you and watch your actions for a while to be certain you aren't lying. 

Genos: He's angry and hot-headed. He'll react. Not respond. His first and immediate impulse is to decimate the traitor. You. He forced you into hiding, becoming the worst case scenario for you. After days of trying to track you down, he finds out by Saitama that apparently a monster had bitten and somehow transferred itself into your DNA. His heart dropped when Saitama explained that it had been your idea to go to Genos to have him run a diagnostic on your body. Mind now clear and determined, he follows reports of a monster with your description through city Z. He eventually finds you, and has to make it clear to you that he means no harm. He realizes his mistake and explains to you that you don't have to trust him. He knows he screwed up. From now on he tries to make himself worthy of your trust, and he attempts to help rid of the monster in your veins. 

Metal Bat: Similar to Genos, he will be angry that you lied to him, but even in your monster form, you were adorable. In fact, it was hard to see you as a monster. Yes, you had gained animalistic attributes… But you seemed so normal. Were you even technically a monster? You weren't actually all that strong either. He's not quite sure what to make of the situation. He wants to be angry and turn you in but he can't find it in himself to do so. You weren't even a dangerous monster. He quickly learns about how you were cursed by an angry witch. Apparently, this was the curse. 

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Extras

Garou: He's absolutely enthralled. A little pissy because you didn't tell him, but enthralled nonetheless. He wants to know everything. How did you get like this? Were you originally human, or were you born this way? How were you able to turn at will? Why weren't you violent? You have to give him all the details and he is very pleased that you fall under his rules of a "monster".

Sonic: He's not angry, but he is unsure. What else are you hiding from him? He felt rather secure in the relationship, so learning you'd been hiding things from (especially something so important) makes him question you. It'll take a while for him to trust you again. 

Fubuki: Straight up goes into shock. Her lackeys tried to attack you, and she doesn't do anything to stop them at first. She'll soon realize that you're doing nothing but defending, despite having multiple chances to take them out. So she calls them back. She'll need time to think. 

Saitama: He doesn't really react. He only wants assurance that you don't hurt anyone. He's quite certain you don't. Why would you tell him if you did? You knew what kind of power he possessed, you knew he could take you out with the mere twitch of a finger. There'd be no point to tell him unless you had nothing to hide. 

Mumen Rider: He's nothing short of horrified and confused. Because after all, he is a hero. At first, he has to convince himself out of the mindset of you being his significant other. He tried to see past it but he just can't picture you hurting anyone, no matter the situation. 

#opm x reader #amai mask x reader #amai mask #tatsumaki #tornado x reader #atomic samurai #atomic samurai x reader #child emperor #King x reader headconons #king x reader #zombieman x reader #drive knight x reader #watchdog man #wdm x reader #flashy flash x reader #genos x reader #opm garou #opm garou x reader #garou x reader #speed of sound sonic #sonic x reader #fubuki #saitama x reader #opm saitama #mumen rider #one punch man x reader #one punch man imagine #genos one punch man #opm genos

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Fictober 5 "I might just kiss you."

Pairing: Morgana x GN!Reader

Fandom: BBC Merlin (based in season 1, vague mention of Morgana’s future)

Wordcount: 1,278

Warnings: small fight. threats

Rating: T

Summary: You are Merlin's cousin, also a magic user with a little twist. Except you're a little less of a risk taker unless the situation absolutely calls for it. The lady Morgana went out on a ride with Arthur and his men. When someone kidnaps Morgana you find that you would risk your neck for her.

Also used a quote I always found cute from Pirates of the Carribean. 

You had only recently moved to Camelot, but the people there had been welcoming. In fact you felt at home already. Guinevere was one of the most welcoming, surprised when you offered to help her. Denying your help but grateful for the offer.

"You don't shy from work."

You shake your head, "No I do not. Nor do I complain like a certain cousin of mine." You send a wink knowing very well said cousin was in earshot.

"You'd complain too if you had to do some of the things Arthur makes me do."

And he fell for it. You turn to him, arms crossed over your chest. "Really, cousin? Do you not think that Guinevere does not get requests she'd rather not do?"

He pales a tad, "Well, yes but…"

You raise a hand stopping his sentence right there, "No buts Merlin. I do believe you get some odd jobs, but to complain in the presence of others who do similar and same jobs as you. Honestly, what would your mother say?"

He was about to react and while your words ran some truths he finally caught onto your game. Pointing a finger at you, "Haha very funny cousin." He then promptly left, muttering that he needed to tend to Arthur's armour.

"I don't think he got the hidden message, do you?" You turn to smile at Guinevere just to stop short mesmerised by the Lady behind her. The Lady Morgana.

"Are you teasing your cousin once more?" She had such a dazzling smile that it often took you a second or two to respond.

You bowed your head to her, the only formality she'd allow when not in front of other nobles. "Yes milady, but only because it is so easy. Easier than it use to be in fact." The fact being that Arthur wound him enough that it was much easier to tease him.

Neither of you seemed to notice when Guinevere ducked out, "How many times must I ask you to call me Morgana?"

It wasn't proper. Both of you knew that yet you nodded. You wasn't as much as a risk taker as Merlin. So calling the Kings ward by her name? Yeah that was a risk. A risk you wasn't willing to yet to take. She was a good friend but you were starting to care for her more than a friend.

"At least once more, milady, as always."

Her smile dropped and she left you standing there. “At least once more, Morgana.” It was only when she was away did you truly allow yourself to call her by her name. If you were on your own that is, there was no other with such a beautiful name as hers in Camelot. It would not take a fool to work out who you meant.

So the next few days you went around helping others as normal, making some money here and there. Somehow avoiding Morgana or maybe she was avoiding you, in which case you were avoiding each other.

You were sat on the steps when alarms started going off, with shouts. “The lady Morgana has been taken!”

Your whole soul reacted to the shout, your eyes flashing a vibrant gold. If Merlin was here, he’d be reprimanding you for showing your magic. But right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting Morgana home. So you dashed to your living quarters, grabbed the one thing she gave you and left Camelot. 

Before running into her and her would be taker, you ran into Merlin. For which you was lucky, had you come a moment before. Arthur Pendragon would have spotted your eyes, and the teeth that were protruding from your mouth. “Cousin.” He hissed and hid you behind some trees, you could see the question of why in his eyes until he realised himself why.

“You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“For her I’d do anything, Merlin. Anything.” You stressed the last word, his eyes darting to the handkerchief in your pocket. 

“You’re tracking her.” A statement not a question. He knew what you were. Had since the very beginning. See his magic came from his father’s line. Yours came from your fathers as well. You had natural earthly magic, but the main source of your power was your ability to partly or fully shift into a wolf. Which was much harder to control during the days before, during and after the full moon.

Morgana was your shield, the thought of her controlled those animal urges during the cycle of the full moon. So when word of her being taken reached you, it had not only driven your own protective instincts but the instincts of the animal within. 

Your voice dropped to a growl, “When I find her, the one who took her should be very afraid.” Before Merlin could warn you not to draw attention to yourself you were off. Barely avoiding the patrol looking for Morgana in your own haste to find her.

Minutes turned into an hour, and you were just beginning to question your tracking skills when you heard her. “I demand you let me go this instant, the king will hear of this.”

“That’s what we’re planning, love. He’d pay a good deal for you I think.”

Both were startled when they heard an animalistic growl. “Go anywhere near her, and I will kill you with my bare hands.” You didn’t mean this, because that was rather gruesome but it was something that scared people. Rightly so. You were furious, wrathful but you had never killed and if you could avoid ever doing so you’d prefer it. 

As the skies had grown darker, your eyes were easy to spot. And so the man who had taken Morgana jumped away but not without brandishing his sword. But in his moment of distraction the Lady Morgana caught him by surprise. With a swing of a rather thick branch the man fell to the floor. With a thud.

“Who are you?” Her voice was shaky, something you never wanted to hear. But mostly because that fear causing that shake was directed at you.

“I’m your protector milady, always will be.” You were about to leave just far enough away that you could hear her, as you heard what sounded like Merlin coming closer.

But her voice stopped you, “You’re…” Her pause made you wince. But her footsteps coming closer made you curious. “Turn around.” You did. You could never deny her anything when truly on your own. Except her name, that was most precious indeed. Her hands reached for your face, tracing the changes there. Then she gazed in your eyes, “You truly mean that, don’t you?”

“Aye.”

She smiled but then must have heard the others coming closer. Her eyes darted to you in worry, “You have to leave, you’ll get caught.”

Your eyes dart to the man behind her, “He’ll tell them, I’m already caught. May as well get caught protecting you.” It was your turn for your hands to raise to her face.

Her eyes widened ever so slightly, “I will say the man was delusional.”

Your answering smile was mesmerising, “I might just kiss you, milady… Morgana.”

“Then kiss me.” 

And so before you left so no other could find out who you are, you tilted her head ever so slightly and brushed your lips against hers. Whispering in her ear, “Even if nothing comes of this, Morgana. I am forever yours.”

With those words you left, and with those words and your actions you left an impression on Morgana’s soul and maybe her future didn’t look so dark with you in it.

#fictober19 #bbc merlin #morgana x reader #padme4000writes #fictober day 5 #Rating: T #Rating: Teen

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Himmeløyne [4/?]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader

Words: 4k | Catch Up Here | Masterlist

Warnings: Mild violence, barely anything worth warning about tbh.

A/N: Despite the slow start, I can guarantee the next three chapters will heat up a bit. Also, I’m really excited to use Sif more narratively. I’m quite excited to see how the dynamic will be in the next chapter given our heroes current predicament at the end. Also, I apologize, this chapter defeated me, it’s not the best, but I had fun writing for Brokkr.

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~Y/N

A row of guards took up defensive positions against you, moving around until you were surrounded in a circle. Loki had been subtly ramping up the difficulty of each sparring match after his defeat. This was simply another one of his stunts.

You dug your heels into the courtyards lawn. Your sparring party advanced like butterflies on a string, when one moved the other adapted, keeping the circle as perfectly formed as possible.

You deflected sword swings, axe thrusts, flinging daggers and shield bashes as deftly and gracefully as you could. You relied more on your light footing and magical abilities than brute force.

Once a soldier knocked you off balance or onto the ground, Sif would bang her sword onto her shield and shout sternly, "Again!"

You'd groan, roll your eyes and storm back into the fray. Each reset made your limbs feel heavy, each knock made your muscles ache and each time Sif banged on her shield you wanted to use your abilities to bang it against her stern face. Seeing her everywhere, cold eyes, grim line across her lips, each day, every day, was driving you slightly insane. And more than a little agitated.

Loki and Frigga were nowhere to be seen this morning. Loki had spent more time doing research since his defeat- he was undoubtedly sulking. For a god, he certainly had a flair for the dramatic. For a prince, his behaviour seemed appropriate.

Suddenly, a shield crashed into your chest and you left you feeling winded, knocking the air out your lungs.

"Ughhh!" You collapsed. The soldier retreated to his original position.

"Again!" Sif banged on her shield.

You rolled your eyes like clockwork.

"I need one damn minute," you tried to catch your breath.

"Your enemy won't give you the privilege of a respite. Again!"

Sif ordered louder than before.

"Gaaah!" You flung your hands from exasperation while still on your knees. What you hadn't intended to happen was cause several soldiers to hurtle backwards from a wave of air.

Sif took cover behind her shield and hunkered on one knee to stay in place. When she stood back up she looked at you with both disbelief and fear hiding behind anger.

"Oops, sorry." You rose your hands up cautiously, biting your lip to keep from laughing. An apologetic look making your eyes flutter wide-eyed. "Water break?"

All the men rose from their fallen positions and groaned in agreement, dropping their weapons onto the grass while they stretched out their joints. Sif stood back up and followed you to the water barrels.

 ~LOKI

Loki turned the page of the book hovering above the table without the use of his hands, legs crossed at the ankle on the table. His fingers were busy working on an octagonal puzzle piece, eyes fixed on the magic reflective pool that allowed him to keep an eye on Y/N while she sparred in the courtyard.

A pleased smile spread across his face when he saw her fling several soldiers through the air accidentally. The childish face she pulled when Sif scowled at her intrigued him. It was almost adorable.

"Why do you watch her so?" Frigga asked as she walked into the library.

"Curiosity," Loki admitted as he stopped toying with the puzzle, setting it down on the table and stretching from the stiffness that ached at his bent spine.

Frigga smiled, "I've seen you curious, and this isn't the same."

Loki stopped the magic that caused the pages to turn on the book, it slumped loudly onto the surface of the table as lifeless as it was supposed to be.

Loki rolled his eyes, "Is that why you tried to convince Father to let her stay? Why you made me teach her the ropes when we both know you'd be a better teacher? So you could play matchmaker?"

Frigga took a turn about the room, her hand gliding over each books leather-bound spine at shoulder level. "I simply want what's best for you."

Loki scoffed sarcastically, "Because Father would definitely approve."

"Besides, I thought that by giving you something to do you'd stop playing tricks on your poor brother. You know how much he despises your aptitude for… trickery."

"It's not my fault he's a boorish brute, too thick-headed to see through simple guises," Loki snaked.

Frigga used her magic to fling a book at his head, "Don't be so hard on him."

Loki ducked away from the on-coming book and it, in turn, gently placed itself back on the shelf.

Loki laughed, "He makes it too easy."

"One of these days, my son, someone will wipe that smirk from your face," Frigga said.

"Well, until then," Loki jumped off his seat and went to retrieve another book from the shelf. "I'll just have to ensure this handsome face finds reasons to smirk." He pointed at his lips as he flipped through pages, eyes narrowing when he saw something of interest. "If you'll excuse me, Mother, I have a mystery to solve."

"Don't undo the fabric of the universe," Frigga sighed before making her way to her chambers.

 ~Y/N

Your rest was uneasy, as was par for the course recently. Every time you shut your eyes, you were reminded of all the things you wished you could have forgotten. Smoke serpenting towards the moon; blood-stained snow; giants slashing bodies in half; marked blue skin; demon red eyes; a cold sharp implement serrating through your chest; drowning in blood.

Your mood had begun to suffer ever since you woke up in a strange world surrounded by the god-like beings you once revered.

It helped that most of your days were kept busy by training with Loki or doing research in the libraries, it was your time alone that you dreaded. You had even grown to find comfort in the ever-watchful gaze of your protector, Sif.

You had been tossing and turning all night. It was discomforting how invasive the light in Asgard could get. It may have been mesmerising each morning to awaken to such spectacular, brilliant skies, but it also got annoying when all you wanted to see when you closed your eyes was pitch black. The world here didn't turn to blackness like it did on Earth. There was always a lit lantern, a light shimmering, a star too bright.

Asgard's odd placement and flat surface in the universe meant that the sun didn't rise and fall as it did on earth, and yet the skies would grow darker as though it did. Magic, you assumed. However, its effectiveness was like covering your eyes with lace or a mesh cloth, light still got through the tiny holes.

When you finally conceded to your agitated mood and stopped trying to force yourself to sleep, you put on your long sheer cloak and made your way to a balcony that overlooked the waterfall at just the right angle. No buildings obstructing and a clear line of sight of the statue of Bor.

This was one of the few places where guards were scarce. Sif however, was lingering within the shadows a few paces away. No matter how much time passed, she never failed to watch you like a hawk, making you feel closed in and unwelcome some days.

Your frustration started to bubble to the surface and the leaves budding off the vines entwined around the balcony columns shivered from the outward ripple of your power.

You remembered one of Loki's key teachings and rolled your shoulders until they slumped back and your head was tilted to the star-speckled sky. You closed your eyes and took in several deep, slow breaths.

"Do you ever sleep?" You asked just loud enough for Sif to hear you.

After a beat, you heard her footsteps advance towards you until she was close enough to touch, her body showing signs of fatigue for the first time as she leaned against the balcony railing.

"That's a secret I'll never tell," her tone sounded alarmingly close to being amiable.

You were taken aback by her more approachable demeanour, Sif almost looked at ease. For once you didn't feel like a pariah surrounded by people who only looked at you with caution and fear, anticipating the worst from you. Maybe it was because you were used to Sif being the forbearer of such responses to your actions, it felt freeing to have her so close and not armed to the teeth.

"I barely sleep," you tried to get her to open up a bit more.

Sif kept her eyes locked straight ahead, "I know."

"You must be looking forward to the day Odin and Thor return. You won't have to hover over me through each waking moment."

"I am."

"Oh..." Her bluntness stung a little.

Sif noticed your posture droop, "I worry for them. I'm frustrated they chose not to take me with, but they had no problem taking those three idiots with."

"Them?"

"Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg… and Thor." Her lips flickered.

"Oh, the fabled Warrior's Three. My mother used to tell me tales of their adventures," you said with a bitter-sweet fondness.

"D- do you miss your family?" Sif seemed a little adamant to ask the question.

You swallowed hard, your hand touching the scar on your chest instinctively. You remembered everything with excruciating detail.

"With every breath."

"I can't begin to imagine..."

"Don't," your voice was a cold warning despite its low range.

Feeling the air turn stale with dread, Sif tried to shift the mood, "You should take up weapon practice. Magic, though powerful, has its limitations."

You played with your magic, prompting a bud to bloom under your touch. "What do you suggest?"

Sif thought long and hard, "It will take weeks for your arms to grow accustomed to Asgardian steel. I'm assuming most of your shields were fashioned from wood which means you've got the muscle for lighter materials. Perhaps a weapon with range. Something light and agile that won’t slow you down."

"My mother was an archer in her youth, taught me a thing or two about hunting," you spoke softly, reminiscing about the past.

Sif hummed in agreement, "A bow would be a perfect weapon for you. I believe the Dwarf blacksmith Brokkr is still here. We can speak to him about fashioning you a bow."

Sif pulled her night shawl around her arms, her braces covered by purple fabric.

"He's probably still in the tavern," she mused. "Care for a stroll?"

You were more than elated at the idea, "I have nothing better to do."

***

The tavern was saturated with the stench of mead and stale bread. In the corner, a bard played his minstrel with numbed fingers, nose and ears red from drink. The tune he played out was off on several notes and more than a little out of rhythm.

The bar-wench was wiping down the tables while men more sober than the patrons wheeled unopened casks of mead into a back room.

Even though you hadn't spent much time in taverns, this particular scene seemed homely to you. A smile crept onto your face. The bar-wench eyeing you suspiciously, but without the usual hints of fear.

"Wait here, I'll go ask Magda if she's seen Brokkr," Sif told you as she left to converse with the bar-wench.

You strolled around, eyeing each drunk burly sized man and woman that were half passed out on the furniture. The fireplace grabbed your attention, the thought of being showered by a million splinters made you shiver. You rubbed your eyes, starting when Sif tapped your elbow.

"She said they're in the back," Sif pointed to a doorway blocked off by some drapes in the back. "Here-" she pulled the hood of your cloak over your head. "Best not stir any suspicious eyes."

"What's back there?" You asked.

"That is where the Game of the Fates is played," she replied.

"Game of the Fates?"

"You'll see," Sif reassured you. "Magda says there's quite a crowd today. Don't wander off, you're still a stranger to most here."

Sif pried the dividing drape to the side, allowing you to slink through the small opening, she followed behind and you waited for her to lead the way.

In a dark corner to the south of the building, a rounded, muscly Dwarf with dreading hair and an unkempt beard running all the way down to his navel, sat on a set of small furnishings. His head in his hands as he burped into an empty clay jug with detailed depictions of Valkyrie's.

"Brokkr?" Sif asked, hunkering down on folded legs to keep the Dwarf's eye level.

"Begone, wench. I have no need for more ale," He waved her away without looking up.

Sif smiled and took his hand in her, applying pressure on his meaty thumb.

"Arrrg!" He reclined backwards.

"Do I look like a tavern-wench?" Sif said with patronising sweetness.

You smiled at her quiet display of brass.

"Lady Sif, forgive me, I didn't see you there." Brokkr snatched his hand away once Sif released it. "What brings you to my humble table?" He sneered, glancing at you with uncertainty.

"We'd like to commission a weapon," Sif said.

"A new sword eh? I see you're without your usual choice of weapons..." Brokkr banged his two metal bracelets together, sparking like firewood, and out of thin air, a sword of pure gold manifested in his open palms. "I call it Wyndel the Crooked, because of the curved edges." He handed it to her.

Sif eyed the magnificent piece of metalwork, the gold gleaming with the fire from the torches. She balanced the hilt and flicked the blade with her nail, a resonating ping spreading outward.

"This is impressive Brokkr, somehow I feel you've been holding out on me," Sif placed the sword on the table. "Gold isn't really my colour, though."

"No, but it's hers," Brokkr's eyebrows wiggled in your direction. His concentration focused on your eyes. "Never in my years have I seen such marvellous eyes. I know of a collector who would die to have them on display."

You gulped and took a small step back.

Brokkr's yellowing teeth flashed in full view as he laughed at your frightened expression, "Relax, lass. He is a far ways from here."

Sif slapped her palm on the table, "Stop terrorising her. Back to the matter at hand."

"Right, what weapon were you thinking?"

"A bow, something fashioned from wood. Light and balanced."

Brokkr stroked his braided beard, "A bow, eh? I haven't sculpted a bow since… Well, it's been too long to remember."

Brokkr reached over into his pocket and pulled out a pair of monocles, he then snatched your hand close, dragging you towards him with impressive strength.

"Hey!" you protested but Sif placed a hand on your elbow and gestured everything was okay.

"Dainty, long, a little bony," Brokkr laughed. "Small palm, unusually long fingernails. Hmmm, yes I can work with these." Brokkr's brows frowned as he pulled your palm closer to his monocles. "These lines-" He ran a fat finger across your palm lines.

"You are haunted by terrible dreams, but some of them aren't dreams. Some haven't come to pass. Loss, pain, anger... death!" His eyes snapped to yours with wiry intensity.

You pulled back and forced your hand out of his, Brokkr stared lifelessly for a moment before turning back to Sif and regaining his relaxed posture from before. "I can have a bow ready in two days."

Feeling unnerved by what just transpired you leaned close to Sif and whispered, "I don't think I can be near him right now, I'm going to look around."

Sif nodded, "Remember not to wander too far, I am going to try and haggle a discount from this prideful fruit-cake."

You left Sif and Brokkr behind, their hushed arguing growing more and more heated the further you walked. Drawn to a gathering crowd, you pushed your way through in an effort to see what all the commotion was about.

You heard the rattle of dice inside a cup as a familiar voice spoke out coyly, "Do you honestly think your Warrior will strike down my Champion?"

A deeper, controlled voice responded, "You bestowed the favour of cunning, but not all know how to wield it as skillfully as you, my prince."

When you made your way through, you recognised Loki, sitting on a stool, fingers tapping on his lips as though he was contemplating something. The darker man beside him seemed familiar, like seeing a reflection in passing, but you couldn't say for sure if you'd ever seen him before. The two-horned helmet resting beside his sword close to his feet gave you some idea of who he might be. His gold eyes shooting in your direction, brow furrowed, jaw clenching.

You felt like you had imposed on something important, his gaze making the hair stand on your neck. You nearly fumbled out of the crowd, but Loki spotted you and rose from his stool with a great smile on his face.

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite student, Y/N," He pulled a chair out from under a spectator using a flush of magical energy, causing the poor man to tumble to the floor. "Please, sit. Join us."

You gulped, afraid to hold contact with those golden eyes, "I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense, Heimdall doesn't mind. Do you?" Loki arched a brow at the man opposite him.

Heimdall let out a huff of air, extending his hand to the chair, "Not at all."

You sat and watched the men play a game that comprised of dice, a board, a large brass bowl with leaves burning in blue flame and several carved statuettes.

"What is this?" You whispered to Loki.

He leaned close and placed his pinkie finger on your knee as he explained in a scheming manner. Heimdall narrowed his eyes disapprovingly, making Loki's smile grow wider.

"It's called the Game of the Fates. Each carved figure is unique to each… err, we'll use the word God for lack of a better term. They represent a being we have seen fit to bestow a blessing on to try and shift the balance of fate in their favour."

Your mouth opened in a small O shape as you tried to keep track.

Loki continued, "The dye is rolled to determine whose turn it is. We each pick a number and the one who chose the number closest to the one shown on the pair of dye takes their turn. Then they stare into the flame and it reveals what has transpired, like a window through space. The one who tilts the balance in their favour the most wins."

"Wins?" You asked, almost hurt. "Sounds like you're playing with the lives of mortals, intervening with the course of action."

Loki chuckled, "Isn't that why mortals pray to us."

You squinted your eyes at Loki but you had to reconcile the fact that he had a good point, "What does the winner get in return?"

"All sorts of things," Loki removed his finger from your knee after Heimdall stared daggers at him. "In this case, we bet a secret. If I win, Heimdall gets to reveal his secret."

"And if you lose?"

This time Heimdall was the one to speak up, "Then I get to set some ground rules."

"Shall we?" Loki asked Heimdall.

Heimdall nodded.

Your eyes absentmindedly wandered to the blue flame. It began to dance and skirt, forming enflamed pictures. Then that horrid blue face with those devoid red eyes screamed at you through the fire and you felt something powerful free itself from your chest.

The sensation was so powerful you started to lean to the side, on the verge of collapsing. Heimdall tried to steady you, but as soon as his skin came in contact with yours, a golden curtain closed over your eyes as burning visions flowed into your synapses.

A smile over pink lips, laurel wreath crowning wild curls, two palms pressed together: one dark the other light. Eyes as blue as yours staring back at you.

"Mother?" You gasped within the waking dream. She didn't hear you or see you.

She was young then, younger than you ever remembered her being. The vision was off, like a memory fallen to age and constantly made to look brighter and seem more colourful.

Then your own memories mixed in and suddenly you were back on the cold ground with a sword in your chest, red eyes looking down at you in disgust.

"It's here, I can almost taste it!" The frost-giant said to someone you couldn't see

You focused on those eyes that reflected your pooling blood at you. It was as though you were willing yourself back to that point, all the anger clawing to be free, to undo the past and kill this giant that stared down at you before he could try and kill you.

Through the rush of rage, you felt your power drawing from another magical source. An older and much darker one. Through the confusion, two more hands braced around you and then you were falling through a spillway of colour.

***

"Y/N," You felt someone’s fingers lightly tapping against your cheek. "Y/N, wake up."

The cold icy feel of snow seeping through your cloak forced your snipe to shoot upwards, eyelids flying open as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

"What? Where?" You tried to get the words out but you were too distraught to think straight.

"You opened a portal and took us with you," Sif relaxed back into the snow, Brokkr's golden sword next to her.

"I should have warned you," Loki walked from one edge of the cliff-face to the next, trying to get his bearings. "Never stare into the flames. They show you what it is you most desire to see. When Heimdall tried to steady you, I think you leeched onto his latent powers. He can open portal-ways, but it takes a tremendous amount of energy."

"I don't think I desired this," you searched the horizon for a landmark. "I don't even know where we are."

"Well, we aren't on Asgard anymore," Sif said.

"Judging by all this mist and how cold and dark everything looks, I think we're on Niflheim," Loki squinted across the landscape of mountains and snow and ice that stretched forever. No sign of life or civilisation.

Sif stood from the snow and shouted to the sky, "Heimdall, if you can hear us, open the bi-frost! Heimdall!"

"He can't see us," Loki said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean he can't see us?" Sif demanded.

"It's because of her," Loki pointed at you. "She bears a mark of Odin. I believe your people call it the Ægishjalmar?"

You nodded, "It's a protective marking, all the women in my family have it."

"That's a half-truth," Loki snorted. "It is a protection spell, just not from harm."

You stood to look him directly in the eye, "Then what is it?"

"What is the one thing a God, as you like to call us, would ever think mortals needed protecting from?" He asked.

"Their own kind," Sif groaned as she swung the sword at a rock in frustration.  "It's a masking spell. That's why Heimdall never saw the attack. And that's why he won't be able to see us!" She kicked the snow next.

"Why would Odin try and mask my existence from your kind?" You asked the two Asgardian's.

"You're a witch and a powerful one. Whatever the source of your power-" Loki moved your cowl over your shoulder so his fingers could grace over the brand on your forearm. A shiver ran across your arm sending tingles of electricity through you. You pulled away and Loki tilted his head to the side, his face confused by the strange electric current that passed through you both. "That is probably the reason."

"Okay, then it's simple," Sif stormed over to you. "You just have to open another portal."

"I don't know how. As I said, I've never been here before," you said with annoyance. "I can barely fight let alone conjure enough power to open a portal through worlds!"

A flash of blue light swept through the snow around you, blowing it away to form a perfect circle around your knees as you crashed to the ground feeling helpless.

"The flames show you what you desire to see," Loki kneeled next to you. "What is it you desire?"

"To see my mother again."

"No, pet," He lifted your chin. "That is what you wish for, not what you truly desire. What is it that drives you each moment of every day?"

Anger flashed through you, a glow reflecting through Loki's calm eyes letting you know your eye colour had turned into a burning azure, bright and fierce.

"I want to kill him," you said through gritted teeth. "I want to feel the life leave his body. I want to destroy them all!"

Wisps of blue smoke snaked around you causing Loki and Sif to lean away from you. The mountain beginning to rumble. You screamed in frustration, another ripple of power bursting through you. The cliff shook and the snow was thrust into the open air to form an artificial snowfall. A stream of blue light burning a hole through the grey clouds, acting like a flame in the dark.

"She probably tracked the essence of the frost giant that tried to kill her," Loki whispered to Sif.

"For once, Loki, I agree with you," Sif brandished the golden sword Wyndel with two hands as she looked down the hill.

Having spotted the miraculous burst of light, the Jotuns had gathered below the cliff-face, weapons in hand, red eyes filled with fear and surprise. They were a scouting party, probably stationed here to ambush someone.

Loki rolled his eyes, "Typical. All I wanted to do was play a harmless game of Fates!"

You walked over to Loki's side, "I suppose this is good a reason as any to put my skills to the test."

Loki sighed and retracted his arms, small daggers falling into his palms from their hiding place up his sleeve.

"Yay," he said dryly. "Let's go fight some giants."

Sif sighed, “The one day I decide to leave my weapons behind.”

~HEIMDALL

Heimdall gasped in shock as he saw Loki, Sif and Y/N disappear right before him into a portal. When he had felt his daughter’s powers leeching from his own, he had urged Sif and Loki to help pry her from him, but in turn, they had been sucked in too.

All the eyes in the tavern were a mixture of drunk confusion, shock and fear.

“Hey, where did you send them?” Brokkr demanded. “That mean warrior took my sword with her!”

Heimdall stood hastily as he made his way to the palace in search of Frigga.

Chapter Five

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[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Seventy-Five: In the Shade ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, blood ] [ Verse: To Rule Them All ] [ AO3 Link ] 

It’s been several weeks since the attempt on Hinata’s life. The night her sworn protector - a knight of the house Uchiha - took a blade in her stead. Stopping the would-be assassin in the dark of her chambers, he let steel pierce his side to save her, having followed his instincts that despite the decade-old truce...something was amiss.

No one believed him...but he’d learned long ago to trust his gut.

Though deep, the wound wasn’t fatal, but still relieved him of his ability for several weeks as he was kept bound and stitched, the castle healer insisting he take time to let his body recuperate.

He, in turn, insisted he’d taken a vow to protect her every waking moment. The healer rebuked that he could hardly do so while wounded, and would heal faster - and thus return to her side - if he had a little patience.

“Honestly, you sort are all the same,” she’d gently chided, changing his bandages yet again. “Too eager to get yourself into another fight. Your sword and your shield are not your only tools, knight. So too is your body a part of your arsenal. Would you go into battle with a cracked blade, or a splintered shield? If not...you must apply the same logic to your form. Allow it time to mend...so that it may serve you, and not falter. Her ladyship is still guarded. Worry not.”

“How can I not worry when it was my suspicion and act alone that saved her?” he’d grunted, teeth clenching at the sting of air against the parted flesh. “Those with her now refused to believe me…”

“Well, I’m certain they’ll believe you now, after what you did. You saved the princess’ life, you did. No one’s about to forget that any time soon, nor doubt you. All you need now is a little patience, and a little mending...and you’ll be back where you belong.”

Still unsatisfied, Sasuke merely sighed, allowing her to work unfettered. The orders to rest were...irksome, but he knew she was right. His body is, indeed, his most valuable asset. Returning to Hinata when still unwhole would only mean he’d be less able to defend her.

So...he’s been exercising patience as best he can.

Today, he’s finally allowed outside, the healer warning him to keep his bandages unsoiled and his movement to a minimum. So, he’s settled on a bench in the princess’ private garden, in the shade of a wide-crowned tree. The leaves are beginning to turn, a few dancing in gentle breezes along the path. Autumn...Summer is over, and soon Winter will grip the kingdom. And Hinata has yet to acquiesce to a husband. Surely by Spring, Hiashi will finally lose his patience. It’s been nearly a year since she was declared suitable to be courted...and with Sasuke’s help, she’s evaded her suitors.

But the last - tied to the coup - has set the entire castle on edge. Hiashi has, for the moment, cancelled all other meetings with prospective suitors until his daughter’s knight is healed, and she better protected. That, at least, will buy them a little more time.

Staring up into the amber and crimson leaves, Sasuke lets his eyes close as a wind weaves through his hair. He has, by now, realized that his actions to shelter Hinata from her suitors is no longer purely to follow her wishes. He dreads seeing her wed, because...well, because he loves her, as foolish as that may be. Though Hinata alluded to a knight garnering the honor to befit marrying a princess, he’s unsure if he could ever do so to a point Hiashi would approve of. And even now, he still doubts if Hinata’s attachment has grown as strong as his own.

...and he doesn’t want to shatter what they have: an absolute trust. If he were open with what he felt, and she did not feel the same...surely it would change things between them forever.

So, he keeps such thoughts to himself, despite mulling them over and over again when there’s quiet, such as now.

Fate, however, isn’t keen to leave him alone for too long.

“So...released you, have they?”

Declining his head and opening his eyes, there’s a momentary flutter to his chest as Hinata enters the garden. “...for the moment. The healer insists I’m not quite ready for duty, yet. But I had to get some fresh air, or I’d run mad.”

That earns a soft laugh. “I’m sure...you’re unused to being so cooped up. But I’m happy to hear you’re healing well. I know she was rather concerned at the depth of the wound, but...she works miracles, that woman.” Reaching him, Hinata takes a dainty seat at his side. “...I’ve not had a chance to thank you properly.”

“There’s nothing to thank, my lady. I did as I am sworn to do, and am honored to do. You know I would repeat my actions in a heartbeat. My life is yours.”

Expression unreadable, Hinata’s eyes flicker between his own, as though...looking for something. “...it’s been rather lonely without you. The other guards they’ve given me, well...they aren’t you. In almost any form, really. I...miss our talks.”

“...as do I. But I’ll be back at your side soon. We need only be patient.”

“...very well.”

For a time, the pair lapse into a companionable silence: something they’ve had much of during the past year they’ve known one another. But something, he can tell, is weighing on her mind.

“...are you all right, my lady?”

Staring out into the rest of the garden, she doesn’t at first reply. But then pale eyes turn to see him, betraying the worry she feels. “...I have been...unsettled as of late.”

“Why is that?”

“...at first, I thought it the change after so long: not having you by my side. And while that has been true...there’s something else. Something...that was not, at first, clear to me. But…” Her gaze drops to her lap, forlorn. “...I have known, since I met you, that you would lay down your life for mine. It was something I had to accept from the beginning. And yet...these past months, you have become such a staple part of my life. Like...an extension of my arm. I feel as though, were I to lose you...I would forever be missing a part of myself.”

Watching her quietly, Sasuke has no reply.

“...when you...countered that assassin, in my quarters...I was scared. But...not the way I thought I would be. Not for myself. When I saw you were wounded - when I saw your blood free of your veins where it belongs - I was so afraid. Afraid that I was to lose you. And in that moment, I rebelled against the idea so thoroughly, so completely...I realized I would never forgive myself if you did exchange your life for mine.”

“...but my lady, that is my purpose. It would be my honor to -”

“Please…!”

Her interjection is so terse, so full of refusal, that he stops mid-word. All at once, she’s tensed and shaking, expression pinched with emotion.

“...please. I...I know what you swore. I know that you would uphold your oath without a second thought, just as you did that night. But Sasuke, I…” Looking to him, she startles him with tears beaded along her lids. “...I can no longer abide by it. I realize now that I...I care for you too much to see you risk your life for mine. Because I...I think…” The words seem to weigh on her tongue, held for a moment in hesitation. “...I think I may be in love with you.”

Shock slackens his features, staring as she lowers her eyes back to the skirts of her gown. She…?

“...I realize I may be speaking out of turn. But...never in my life have I been able to trust someone as I have you. Confide in someone. Felt...listened to, and seen…! To you, I am not simply a princess. Not just a bloodline, a pretty face, a...a vessel for an heir! I am a person, unique and my own. And you...you see that. I know you do, after all we’ve exchanged. And to me...that is worth more than any mountain of gold, any pristine castle, any status…”

She takes a moment to sigh, shoulders wilting. “...perhaps I am a fool grasping at something I...do not understand. If I am alone in this, then...please, tell me swiftly, and I will never again speak of it. But I could not bear that within myself a moment longer. Not when you may be taken from me, one way or another. Forgive me if this leaves you unsettled. Know that...you may reject me, and face no consequence. For I could not -”

“Hinata…”

Her words cease on a dime, not daring to look to him until his hand guides her face to see him. But rather than discomfort or rejection...she sees a soft and weary smile.

“...I will admit, I do not think myself worthy of you. Nor, I imagine, would anyone else. But...you are not alone in your feelings. I fear mine have festered for longer than yours, with your eyes so newly opened. I too feared them misplaced, a knight daring to feel affection for a princess. But you put my heart at ease, knowing I am not the only of us feeling this way. All that is left to fear...is what will happen should we admit it to anyone else.”

Though bright-eyed at his own confession, Hinata wilts at his last words. “...I don’t know. I...I can’t know what my father would think. If I am to be honest, I had hoped your actions would lift you in his eyes...has he spoken to you?”

“No...to you?”

“...not yet. I believe the incident still has him unsettled. Perhaps...we could speak to him. But I fear, should he reject the notion, it would mean him parting us forever, finding such an attachment inappropriate if we were not instead permitted to wed. I do not know what to do…”

Sighing softly, Sasuke tries to think. “...for now...perhaps it is best we remain silent. Your father is clearly still shaken, and...I am still not quite myself. I may speak to my brother and seek his wisdom. He may have an inkling of what we should do, and would not betray us.”

“...you are right. Then...I will try to be patient.”

“As will I. If you could, send him to me when he has a moment. I know the court keeps him busy.”

“I’m sure he would make time for his brother.” Somber hesitation pulls at her features. “...I hope we can find a way.”

“As do I. But, until then...I am still your knight, and you still my princess. We must act as such. And I will not sully your honor by courting you unapproved. For now...we must restrain ourselves.”

“...I agree. Even if it will test my patience as never before.”

That earns a soft laugh. “A queen must be well-versed. Consider it an exercise in restraint, my lady.”

Hinata gives a hint of a pout. “...for you, I will do it.”

“...then so shall I.”

                                                          .oOo.

      (This is a sequel to days 67, 109, 212, 220, and 236!)      Finally some more of the princess and her knight verse! I've missed this one, it's one of my favorites lol      Poor Sasuke, still healing up after that nasty stab wound...but at least he's pulling through all right. He just needs to be patient...both of them, actually. Will Hiashi actually accept their feelings and allow them to wed...? Only one way to find out, I suppose...and we'll have to wait for a good prompt to get there x3 Sorryyy~      Anywho, it's very late, I'm very tired, and I'd best sign off. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #blood // #to rule them all [ au ] #365daysofsasuhina

[imaginedanganronpa]

Can you please do a platonic motherly Yandere Mikan and child Reader scenario where she meets child that’s also abused and bullied like her (nothing extreme) and took them in? You can also do non Yandere imagine of this too where she didn’t kill anyone, but adopt the kid.

I’ve never written a scenario with a Child Reader before, so I hope this is alright. And even if you didn’t specify “platonic,” this would’ve still been written that way because I won’t write romance about children, just a reminder for everyone :) 

TW: Abuse/Bullying Mentions!

Platonic & Motherly Yandere!Mikan Tsumiki Who Takes In a Bullied Child!

Mikanalways had a much darker side hidden deep within her, but she was able tocontain herself, for the most part. Being severely bullied throughout herentire life by those she thought she cared about seemed to twist her mind intosomething a little less than sane.

Because of this, Mikan developed a soft spot for younger people. She foundherself doing rounds in the Pediatric Wing of the hospital where she worked moreoften than anything else because she felt a sense of pride whenever she helpedone of the children.

Walking home one night in the middle of a storm, Mikan was hurriedly rushinghome. She cut through a narrow ally which would’ve brought her out in front of theapartment complex where she lived. However, as she zipped through the allywhilst stomping in the puddles, her ears perked up when she heard what she thoughtwas a child crying.

And that’s what lead her to you…

Mikan slowed down and stood there for a moment but the rain muffled a lot ofyour sounds. Eventually, she was able to track the source of the cries to finda small child huddled in the corner, trying to shield themselves from the rain.

Mikan’s tender, compassionate side shines through as she crouches down andextends her hands. When you turn your head to look at her, she feels her heartstop – she noticed the black eye and, more strikingly, the look in your eyesreminds Mikan of herself. She gasps and nearly falls backwards but regains her balanceas she tries coaxing you towards her.

“Excuse me? My name is Mikan Tsumiki, I’m a Nurse and I can take care of you,”her voice sounded pleading, yet sincere, “please, come with me.”

After you settle into her home, you began telling her everything that hashappened to you. Mikan wraps a warm blanket around your small shoulders and givesyou a clean and dry change of clothes; then, she starts warming up a cup ofRevival Tea to help stimulate your healing process.

You open up to the newfound Nurse and tell her about how you were being pickedon at school and abused at home, and eventually you got sick of it and ranaway. That’s what brought you to the ally where you tried taking shelter afterit started raining, and that’s where your paths crossed.

Mikan could relate to your story since she has experienced the same things inher own life. She felt herself twitching when you mention that you were beingpicked on and she suppressed the darker side of herself for a moment, then askedyou to name your bullies.

You hesitantly shake your head, not wanting to over-exaggerate the story or causetrouble. Simply put, Mikan’s motherly tendencies began to get the best of heras she offered you a place to stay. She seemed much more kind and welcoming thanyour original family and accept the offer, relieved to have finally foundsomeone who cares for you.

But she had to excuse herself after you tell her your story and disappeared in the bathroom, letting out a wild giggle. She could feel herself growing more frantic as all she wanted to do was protect you and take away all of the bad things that have happened to you. A crazed look in her eye sends chills down her spine, then Mikan snaps herself out of the insane state she was in.

Her motherly instincts kicked in as she completely takes over the parental roleand leadership. She teaches you everything you need to know about colors,shapes, words, and so on. She goes to the grocery to buy all of your favoritekinds of foods so she can make you dinner each night and lets you sleep in herbed as she takes the couch.

Once she finally gets you to reveal the names of your tormentors is when she reallygets to work…

Mikan used her job to track down where each of them lived. Ironically enough,one of your bullies had recently been hospitalized for asthma and was on breathingtreatments. As she giggled evilly, a maniacal and deranged grin formed on herlips as she unplugs the breathing treatment. Leaning forward and whispering intheir ear, “No one messes with my precious little (Y/N).”

After this, she takes care of them one by one. Each of your bullies met thesame fate: their families killed in their home, or hospitalized after a tragicaccident only to have their treatments stop suddenly, out of the blue. It didn’tmatter to Mikan that they were younger – they wouldn’t cause you anymore trouble and shouldn’t have hurt you, anyway.

Their sudden deaths seemed to line up with her work schedule, and your senseskicked in and caused you to suspect that your new mother-figure may havesomething to do with it…

But, out of fear and reliance, you keep your mouth shut. And with her, maybeshe is protecting you.

She wanted to purge the world from disastrous bullies and evil-doers, since she had experienced the same kind of fate. And she developed a strong attachment to you very quickly, which only motivated her even more to rid the world of that evil.

Mikan enrolled you in a new school and kept tabs on your time there. Anytimethe school called and said you were in trouble, she would rush down there andget involved like a real mother would. And after taking you in, she vowed tonever let anyone hurt you ever again…

Because if they did, they would soon learn to regret it.

Mikan was sweet and caring in her motherly state. She would never hurt you, but if anyone tried causing you harm, she would swiftly put an end to it, in a bloody way.

Eventually, she finalizes your adoption and you find your new life with her to be comforting. She was your protector, even if her means of protection weren’t always the most sane or legal. But that didn’t matter, she had that motherly love for you and would go out of her way for you, and that’s all you could really ask for.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #super dangan ronpa 2 #Super Danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #sdr2 imagines #Mikan Tsumiki #yandere

[captainpikeachu]

Hey, could you do some Graves family personality posts or something, please? Or perhaps a short one-shot about Percival and his family?

I don’t have a one shot ready at the moment about the Graves family but I sure can post some personality traits for them!

Arthur Graves was a Horned Serpent, the house that favors Scholars, in many ways, he is reflected by his younger son Caleb who is likely also a future Horned Serpent. They both have boundless curiosity, and don’t take no for an answer. Neither will stop until they have had their curiosity satisfied. It often gets them into trouble but they also find clever ways to get out of it.

Percival is a warrior, thus his Wampus house, and his niece Arabella, the daughter of Arthur and his wife Rose, shares the same house. They both have a huge amount of confidence, though Arabella is more charming and has a way of getting people to do exactly what she wants without needing any glaring or intimidation, they just do it willingly because they admire and love her. She is bold, Percival thinks she’s bolder than he was when he was her age.

Amelia Graves is a Thunderbird, she’s the ever elusive free spirit, comes and goes as she pleases, hates being cooped up and staying still. You’ll find that she’s never one for parties and will always be trying to slip out. The twin girls of Lila Graves Johnson and her husband Lucas Johnson, Maya and Sara, are also Thunderbirds, the Wonder Twins are very well known at school for charms and illusions. You could say they’re like a pair of tricksters, but it’s all very polished and almost always in concert with something that their cousin Arabella cooked up.

Lila Graves Johnson is a Pukwudgie, though not necessarily a healer, she is very good at taking care of the people under her command. She might rule them with an iron fist but she’s always sure that they are emotionally okay after every mission, and that they aren’t alone to deal with anything that happens. She is very good at spotting out if someone is in trouble, it’s like a sixth sense. Her nephew Magnus, oldest son of Arthur and Rose, shares the same house, and while he also isn’t a healer, he is very much a protector. His very powerful and instinctive shield magic has saved a lot of lives and kept a lot of people alive until help could get them to safety. Magnus is all about defending people and using his powers to stand between a fellow auror and certain death. 

#graves family headcanons #anon questions

[imagine-loki]

Loki and the Witchling

TITLE: Loki and the Witchling 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 74/76

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

RATING: T (so far) 

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

Fuck.

They were going to try to make you heal one of Hydra’s bigwigs.  

Morons.

You wondered how on Earth they thought you would actually heal someone in Hydra. They should’ve known better.  Even if you were a healer with healer’s instincts to heal anyone injured or sick in your vicinity, you still had standards. Not only standards, but you could control the instincts and you weren’t just going to bow down and heal someone who had kidnapped you, chained you up, and had you tased with a fucking cattle prod just because he was sick.

No.  Not sick. 

Dying.

He was dying. 

You couldn’t quite tell from what, not without your powers back, and they weren’t back yet, but you could sense that he was dying. 

Especially with all the desperate measures he was taking to make sure you healed him.  They weren’t taking chances.  They’d stolen you while you were weakened from healing Strange and about to lose your powers, they’d held you somewhere shielded from Loki somehow, kept you captive for days, and had brought you to the person you were supposed to heal before you got your powers back.  You figured that they wanted you to be in the same room with him when your powers did return in the hopes that you would jump automatically into healing him.

A normal healing you might’ve.

You had no intention of healing this asshole.

He had no intention of letting you leave once you did heal him.  There was really no incentive for you to heal him and all the incentive in the world for you to kill him quickly and painfully and get the fuck out of here. 

You didn’t want to know how they were going to try to force you to, though.  Since you knew they were going to force you and you knew they had a plan.  They had to in order to have successfully gotten this far.

So you had to come up with a better one.

And soon.  

Your powers would be back at any moment and you wouldn’t have much time once they had returned.  

You looked around the room for inspiration, but there was nothing useful. The room was sterile and hospital-like.  There was nothing but the bed and machines, and of course the chain from the bedpost to the manacle around your ankle.

And of course the man in the bed, but he was unhelpful with helping you escape for some reason. 

So your mind whirled, trying to think of what to do to get out of here.

You came up with one very simple answer and blamed your wonderful fiancé for it:

Lie

You were going to lie your ass off.

And you were nearly grinning at the thought of tricking these assholes.  Loki would be proud.  And then come make sure the assholes were extra dead.  And probably kill Joe’s mom for you.  Killing little old ladies was just outside of your comfort zone, even if she was in on this. You weren’t convinced that she was acting of her own accord or really knew what she was doing.

Loki wouldn’t care.

Plan ready, you glowered at Johan.  “What makes you think I’m going to heal you?” You asked him.  You might as well find out what his plan was while you were waiting for your powers to come back.

“Well, I had hoped that you would because you are a natural healer,” he said pleasantly before he started coughing.  What could cause the coughing that he was dying from? 

You shrugged.  “Generally, I would gladly, but for some reason I find it less easy to find it in my heart to heal people when I’ve been kidnapped and tased with cattle prods,” you replied just as pleasantly.

He gave you a wicked smile. “I told you already, one little healing, and we’ll let you go, send you straight home to that overprotective fiancé of yours.  Getting you away from your protectors for five minutes was quite the chore, especially when you were vulnerable.  Had the Avengers just accepted my request in the first place, none of this would happen,” he told you before he started coughing again. 

Great.  He was monologuing.  

That wasn’t helpful right now.  You knew his dastardly plan already.  You needed to know how he was planning on making you cooperate besides just keeping you in the same room with him. 

“So, I hope you’ll be cooperative and just heal me on your own, or I’ll have to get those nasty men with the cattle prods to convince you,” he told you.  Ah, pain.  That was his plan.  Simple and usually effective.  “I hope you will be more reasonable than that,” he told you.

You nodded.  You weren’t going to invite pain.  That wouldn’t go with your plan of lying to him anyway and you were glad that was already your plan.  “When I get my powers back, I’ll take a look and see what I can do,” you replied.

He grinned at you. “I knew you would be reasonable, little healer,” he said in his weasel-y voice.  You wanted to strangle him. Or rip out his tongue.  Either way you never wanted to hear him speak in that condescending tone ever again.  

You huffed and rolled your eyes.  “Are you going to make me keep standing until my powers come back?” You grumbled at him. He could’ve at least provided you a chair if he was going to make you spend time with him. 

“It won’t be necessary,” he told you and you huffed again.  He knew how close you were to getting your powers back.  Shit.  He knew way more than he should have. 

You were going to have to move fast once your powers did come back.

Which wasn’t long.  

You moved quickly when your powers came back.  This moron didn’t know what he was up to, especially as he’d only blocked your teleportation abilities.  However, you also wanted your curiosity sated, so you moved closer to him and looked him over with magic to see what the actual issue was.  To see why he was so desperate for your help.

You knew instantly that you couldn’t heal this man.

Not because he was evil and didn’t deserve it.  

Not because he had kidnapped you or anything he’d done.

You literally could not heal him.  

He was dying of multiple forms cancer and was too far gone from it.  

You couldn’t heal that much cancer and you couldn’t heal autoimmune diseases or anything of the like.  

You would be tethered to him for the rest of your life, constantly healing him and draining your powers to the bone just to keep him alive.  

He would kill you if he found out you couldn’t heal him. 

You weren’t going to let that happen. 

You pretended to take forever to evaluate him, letting your magic shimmer blue around you to look more convincing.  Instead, you were feeling for the shielding that was keeping Loki from finding you.  

Pathetic shielding was being held by one mutant or witch.  You didn’t know or care.  You found her with your power and knocked her out before you punched a hole in the shield.  

/Loki!/ You called telepathically through the hole as you turned your attention back to Johan.

“You are the dumbest evil villain ever,” you informed him.  He had a moment to look surprised before you used your healing power to destroy his body and turn him to red mist, just as you’d done to the men who’d kidnapped and tortured Loki.  

Loki appeared next to you as you were exploding the man into mist.  “Hello, witchling,” he greeted you warmly, gently, but in his usual battle flirtations when he saw that you were relatively uninjured. “Are these people bothering you, dearest?” He asked you warmly as he wrapped his arms around you.

Your arms went around his waist and you nodded against his chest as you breathed in his scent, letting his presence calm you. “It’s their fault my ice cream melted!” You whined at him.  “And they chained me up while I was without my powers instead of pampering me.  It was quite rude,” you informed him, indicating the manacle on your ankle.  

“Quite rude indeed,” Loki agreed and kissed you lightly.  He knelt down and drew a dagger, carefully cutting the manacle away with the magic blade.  “Come, darling, let’s take care of these rude people and get you home,” he told you warmly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You made your way through the mansion, killing everyone who worked for Johan and Hydra.  It was easy to tell the liars with your human shaped lie detector with you.  The men with the cattle prods turned into mist for some strange reason.  Loki didn’t fault you for it or question it.  The others he killed.  He still saved you from killing most of the time.  You were a Lady of Asgard and a healer.  While you were perfectly capable of defending yourself and obviously killing; it was the duty of the warriors to defend their ladies. So while you helped, Loki caused most of the actual death blows.  You were both satisfied with the results.  

Loki turned to you when they were all taken care of.  “What happened, darling?” He asked you when he’d pulled you back into his arms.  You told him everything that had happened from when you’d gotten back to the tower until you broke through the shields.   His grip on you tightened.  “I’m so sorry, my darling, so very sorry.  I should not have left you alone.  I should have been able to find you, but even working together with Strange, we could not locate you until the shielding fell,” he told you with pain and desperation in his voice.

“I’m alright, Loki, I’m ok. You didn’t fail me.  They tricked us all.  I should’ve been safe in the garage of the tower.  I should have been safe in broad daylight.  I’m safe now.  I’m here and I’m safe,” you reassured him, holding him tightly.

His arms tightened around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.  “I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you, my love.  I love you too much to lose you,” he told you and held you to him as if afraid he would lose you forever if his grip loosened.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #chapter 74 #nekoamamori #Loki and the witchling

[taz-manic]

Fuzzy and Out of Balance (4/??)

You didn't sleep. You found it almost impossible with the idea of the boys out there without you beside them--of course, you knew they wouldn't die or lose anything themselves, but they might have been able to save Sloane and Hurley. You refused to exit your room the second you left Davenport that first night--you couldn't stand it. The boys were gone for mere days but the pressure on your heart, the constant thought of them being in the same peril that you knew of before, it was /painful/ and you didn't understand it as much as you thought you would. You refused company--Lucretia, Avi, Johann. You were worried and you were probably a fucking mess. Did it really matter, your presentation? Mayhaps not. But you, you didn't want to be a gross bother. So you didn't.

One day, though, a knock came from the door. You were about to shout to fuck off, but the door was opened and Merle Highchurch, again flanked by Magnus Burnsides and Taako Tacco, slipped inside. Quite literally, as they fell. You took a second to stare at them--injured but alive. Hurt but together. You get up and immediately sock Magnus in the gut with a yell of "STUPID!". He, however, is a level something or other Fighter, and you are a level one disgrace, so you do exactly nothing. But you got your point across. You shake and /fume/ at them with a fury as of yet unknown to you. You trust and maybe adore these boys--but how dense can one trio be?

"Heeey, ow. Why'd you do that? We're fine!" Magnus complained, rubbing his stomach with a laugh. You simply shake at them, fists curled at your sides. Taako gets up with a huff, and Merle is quick to rise aswell. You stand before three of the mightiest men you think you'll ever know, but they aren't /ready/ for what's next. They don't know. They're stupid and ignorant, they make jokes at the expense of death itself. They win, but at a cost you will /never/ let pass again. Not while you're here. Your vision flicks to each of them individually, and with a last shake, you say: "Train me. Teach me how to be a warrior."

---

You note that the break between Petals to the Metal and The Crystal Kingdom is longer than you thought. Maybe its because of the constant training with at least one of the trio--occasionally Avi and Lucretia too--or maybe because you're sleeping less. You grow stronger, you learn to wield a blade and call upon your chosen god--Istus, which thankfully no one notes--and cast spells. You jump to the rank of Paladin in weeks. You feel the strength you've never had before. The strength to not be a fucking useless amnesiac and be someone worthwhile. They think they can get rid of you? Hardly. You'll make yourself as useful as possible until you are the protector beyond what any of them have seen.

You stand in the open moonbase air with Magnus, in his hand a steel axe, and in yours a steel sword. You two fight, parrying and dodging, swords clashing on occasion. You aren't as strong as him, but you have learned to wield large shields and armour to protect yourself and others from blows. You bash him, he steps back and lunges. You roll to the side. A dance and a battle all wrapped up in one--but neither of you are exactly elegant. You knew he would.be one day.

As you two came to blows for the millionth time, you heard the sound of Lucretia over the overhead. News. Bad news. You fixate your eyes on Magnus, and he nods. You slip your shield and sword away and make a dash for Lucretias room. You two are the last to enter, and inside is Merle and Taako already. You huff loudly and lean on Merle, who pats your side as you kneel. Lucretia stands up and holds up a speaking stone, and you hear the voice of Lucas Miller. You are taken aback suddenly, and you grip Merle's arm hard. Your visions had been coming more now--but most have been of the past. The Stolen Century. Nothing of the future since the Temporal Chalice. Which is a blessing, you'd like to think. Alas, though, this one is of the future. And as used and lucid these visions are getting--you haven't attempted murder again so far!--it still makes you reel.

You stand on the Starblaster alone, but soon enough you turn to find Lucretia coming to stand next to you. She gives you a soft gaze and holds your hand as you stare out into infinity. She is younger, with tighter skin and longer hair. She seems somehow less tired. You didn't know she could be less tired. You say something that you can't quite hear and she laughs, which draws the attention of Lup and Taako, who roam over. Then Magnus, Merle, Davenport, Barry. The eight of you stand on the deck, staring out at the everlasting void. Then you look back at them with a gaze full of love, before your vision fizzles out.

You slam.back into reality with a loud cough and you double over. You felt like someone just socked you in the dick you may or may not have--either way you hurt. You wheeze on the floor, and within a second Lucretia gently pulls you up. You hear Lucas questioning the cough, but you pipe up and say you tripped and that we're on our way. Lucretia looks a bit stunned--but she nods at you after seeing the intense gaze you cast.

You grab your javelin and wink at the boys, before you're off. You aren't letting Lucas live this down. There will be no Legion. Merle will remain whole. Fuck this.

--

You hold up your holy-infused weapon to a crystal monster you know is housing the reaper Kravitz. You strike out with deadly aim and shatter the beast, which fells it. The spirit of Kravitz floats off, but at least your friends are less fucked up. You take charge and storm on ahead, taking the same path the boys had in your memory. You, however, freeze your approach as the first bit of the Crystal Kingdom song begins. You quake and collapse at it begins and... And you see a different vision. Thousands of visions. The most prominent of Lucas's mother, but also hundreds of other stories. Stories that make the lyrics of the song so fucking clear. This happens twice more, and when they do you falter and cry out. You feel what they're conveying through what means they can and you have never felt this before.

You smile at hugbears, you fight overgrown seamonkies in zero gravity. Then you fight Kravitz again--and you freeze. As Merle reaches to grab the crystal, you barrel into the stout dwarf and send him flying into the wall, and you take the damage he was supposed to. Your shoulder... Hurts. A lot. You wince, and bleed, but you stand. Does it matter? No. You'll be fine. Merle just... Can't lose his arm. While the man is knocked out, at least he's safe. You hear Magnus yell something just as you collapse instead.

You wake up with Lucas Miller adjusting what seems to be a metal shoulder. A metal shoulder attached to your body. The body you have. You stare at him with a pointed expression and you whisper his name. He looks up and you immediately sock him in the jaw with your uninjured hand. You see Merle cry out and Magnus stand up with a start as Lucas crumples to the ground. You act on blind instinct; you tie him up with bedsheets--he had thankfully finished your metal shoulder--so he's fucking stuck there. You kick him under a bed and begin to storm off. You royally tell Kravitz--by name!--to fuck off. The boys slowly trail after you as you plow through puzzles they have never seen. You storm into the room with Lucas's mom and stop. A vision hits you hard, but you don't crumple. You stand straighter if anything, and as the words ring in the crystal room, you are guided forward. You complete the ritual. You let the ghosts free. You recite each word of the entire Crystal Kingdom song over and over as Legion materializes above you, hulking and massive, slamming its hands into the ground as it pulls itself out. Magnus suddenly shatters the massive crystal above you, releasing Robomom, and you. You snap back into reality and stumble back, getting strong phantom pains from a shoulder you can't feel. A shoulder you don't have. You bark to N03ll3 to get Lucas--she drives off. You face down Legion with hate in your eyes and a furious word on your lips. Magnus and Merle come to stand beside you, with Taako just behind. You begin fighting. You convince Ms Miller the Robot Killer to fight with you to protect her son, however, she stops as the man of the hour comes out. He stares at you, and you stare back. You met him once before, in the Voidfish chambers, on a visit to Johann to tell him stories. You told Lucas you could see the future and to forgive you if you ever punched him in the face. This is that now and he looks at his mother and says sorry, and she gets back to fighting Legion.

You do not deal the final blow, mostly because you have toppled over, rolling death saving throws as you are bloodied. Ms Miller is the final blow that blasts Legion back inside. Kraavitz shows up almost seconds after she shatters the planar mirror and gives the Philosopher's Stone to Magnus. You stand up and face him in his true form, stand in front of your friends, even if you do have to be supported by N03ll3 as you face off with him.

"You haven't died." He says pensively. He looks around, then back at you. "But other sources say you've died too many times to count. What are you?" You are speechless and voice this by not speaking. After a second, the other boys strike up a deal. But before Kravitz fades away, you grab his hand.

"Am I real? Do I have a soul?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

He disappears. You crumple to the ground and scream.

#taz balance #taz #the adventure zone balance #the adventure zone #fuzzy and out of balance #fuzzy and out of balamce 4

[enixamyram]

Protector

Summary: Robin has instinctively gone out of her way to protect Alice whenever they are together. But after being attacked on the road one day, she learns that Alice doesn’t really need her to protection after all.

   When Alice saw Robin struggling to carry three overly stuffed bags of shopping through town, how could she not run to give her a hand? After all, she had been on her way to see her beloved girlfriend anyway.

  Girlfriend. Man, Alice loved being able to say that!

  “Thanks so much. For the help, I mean.” Robin said awkwardly, shuffling the bags in her arms. Despite how many times she tried to shift them, she couldn’t find a comfortable way to hold all of it at once. She was far too used to travelling light and normally went out of her way to make sure that she kept her hands and arms free for quick access to her bow and arrows should she need them. Because of this, she was feeling very clumsy and uncoordinated, something that was particularly embarrassing now that Alice was here to see it.

  “No problem, I was on my way to see you anyway. Plus, I’m always happy to help a damsel in distress!” Alice said with a playful grin.

  “Oh ha ha. Look, I don’t normally do the shopping.” Robin explained quickly. “But I was feeling restless this morning, so I offered to pick up some things and… I dunno, I expected mum to give me a list or something! Not a wad of money and the instructions to get whatever we needed.” Robin rolled her eyes, groaning loudly.

  “And so, you just grabbed everything you needed.” Alice noted seriously, then raised an eyebrow down at their bags and added with a small smile; “Twice.”

  “I wasn’t sure what we needed.” Robin said, blushing slightly. “So, I just kind of grabbed…”

  “Everything?” Alice supplied cheekily.

  Robin gave her a pretend look of being unamused before she quickly changed it to a soft smile. “I mean it. Thanks for helping.”

  “Well I could hardly leave you.” Alice said seriously, then added chirpily; “Plus, I really do like helping out like this. My tower had a spell over the cupboards, so they were constantly refilling themselves whenever they got low on supplies. So, this kind of mundane stuff isn’t really all that mundane to me.” Alice explained. “I really like doing it! It makes me feel normal without being boring. If any of that makes senses…”

  “It makes sense.” Robin nodded before grinning. “And in that case, you should be thanking me for letting you help out.”

  “You wish.” Alice snorted, nudging her side.

  The nudge was gentle enough, but it still came as a surprise and hit Robin directly in the wrong place that tickled her, causing her to jolt and one of the bags to nearly tumble out of her arms. It was only her quick reflexes that allowed her to just barely save it all in time. When she finally righted herself and stood up, she turned to find Alice staring at her with guilty shock, a tense expression that only relaxed when she saw Robin was able to save the shopping before it fell. After a moment, she gave Robin a cheeky smile with slight apologetic look eyes, guiltily waiting to see if Robin was annoyed with her. Robin – making sure to keep a careful hold on the bags this time – reached a foot over and lightly kicked Alice’s backside in response before they both broke into giggles that turned in laughter so hard that they had to pause walking before they could gain control of themselves again.

   They left the market behind and it wasn’t long before they were stepping passed the last few buildings and households on the edge of town before they started down the long pathway into the forest surrounding the small area. The journey wasn’t exactly long from the farm to town and back again, but it could feel like it when you had to do it solo. Robin normally didn’t mind so much – it gave her a chance to hunt along the way or have a quiet moment to think by herself – but she had a feeling that now she had a taste of company, it was going to be a lot harder to go back to being alone in future trips. Maybe she could convince Alice to tag along next time she made a trip this way again.

  Things were comfortable for the two girls (and everyone else) as of late. There had yet to be a serious threat to their lives in quite some time and because of that, they were able to find themselves falling into a comfortable routine with one another. They met up no less than three times a week, even if it was simply for Alice to join her and her mother for breakfast or for Robin to drop by Alice’s camp, sometimes to deliver some homey items to her as a gift. Before Robin had begun visiting her, Alice only had the bare essentials at her campsite, not bothering with luxury since she was always on the move, travelling from one word to another with little to no pause in between. But Robin had changed that. Not only did Alice begin to spend more time at home now, but also, Robin brought her many extra supplies; things like blankets, cushions, flowers, even a vase once for the flowers to go in. It was all small and simple items, things you could buy cheap in town or find abandoned in the back streets, but they were things Alice greatly appreciated none the less.

  Other than that, they had an official date at least once a week, either meeting in town for a hot meal, meeting in the woods for a gentle stroll, going to one another’s home in the evening for a few drinks and so on. More often than not they had no plans when they met up. Instead they just decided what to do based on how they felt in that moment. And then, more often than anything else, there were the days when they were bored and would surprise one another with a visit in the late evening that normally ended with them tumbling onto whatever soft surface they happened to be closest to at the time. Yeah, those were some of the most fun times they spent together.

  “The only downside is that we can’t do anything else while we’re doing this.” Alice grumbled, moving the bag from one arm to the other after nearly dropping it when she attempted to skip ahead slightly.

  “How are you so full of energy all the time?” Robin laughed, watching her pull out an orange and begin throwing it up into the air and catching it with one hand like a ball.

  “Years of pent up energy.” Alice answered simply.

  “As good a reason as any.” Robin said, still looking amused.

  “We really need to get a proper bag for this stuff. One we can close up and throw over our shoulder or something, so we can keep our hands free.” Alice said wistfully.

  “That is a very good idea.” Robin said, wishing she had that bag right now. She really didn’t like not being able to reach immediately for her bow and arrow resting over her shoulder and back. Even though she had yet to have any trouble when walking around on her own – and this time she was with Alice – she still liked the idea of her weapons being within quick reach. They were like an extra limb to her, and she didn’t like not being able to use all her limbs.

  “See, I’m full of good ideas!” Alice beamed happily.

  “I never said you weren’t.”

  “And you never will.” Alice said firmly, leaning over and pecking her on the cheek.

  They were deep in the forest now, just as far from the town as they were from Robin’s farm. The path was clear and wide, and they hadn’t seen another person or carriage for a while.

  Because of that, it was easy to notice when someone had begun following them. They didn’t come from the pathway ahead or behind. If they had, they probably would have been spotted immediately. They must have come from either side between the trees instead where they could easily hide themselves. They probably had a camp set up close by, so they could come and meet people when they were too far away to run or cry for help.

  Bastards.

  “Well, well, what do we have here?” The voice came before the owner followed it into view.

  “Oh great,” Robin grumbled.

  It wasn’t unheard of for people to be jumped for their money and food on this pathway through the woods, but it was something that had yet to happen to Robin despite taking this same route at least twice a week, if not more. It got to the point where she naturally assumed that no one would be stupid enough to give her any problems. It seemed her assumption was far from correct. They really were stupid enough.

  Two more men stepped out from behind the first. They were all big and stupid looking, dressed in animal skins and carrying homemade weapons that were large, sharp and (admittedly) well put together, the kind you got from years of practice.

  Hunters.

  “Why thank you, girls, for getting our supplies for us.” One said, eyeing the bags in their arms greedily.

  “Excuse you?” Alice sneered.

  “You heard us,” He pulled out a long-ragged looking dagger. “Hand over the goods and walk away if you want to keep your faces pretty.”

  “Aw, you think we’re pretty?” Alice said mockingly.

  “Shut it,” One of them snapped. He didn’t seem very patient or amused. In fact, he seemed downright pissed that they hadn’t already given everything over to them.

  “Rude.” Alice grumbled, pouting her lip slightly.

  “You guys really going to do this?” Robin asked with as much ice in her voice as she could manage.

  In answer, they began to spread out, moving to surround the two girls with their weapons in hand at the ready. They either hadn’t noticed that Robin had weapons of her own to defend herself, or they simply assumed she wouldn’t be able to use her arrows against the three of them in time. Well, that was their biggest mistake.

  Slowly Robin lowered the bags to the floor at her feet, feigning her body language like she was about to surrender. She moved slightly in front of Alice, ready to use her own body as a shield in order to protect her from any surprise attacks. While she had been cocky and smart remarking just a few moments ago, Robin had little doubt that Alice might be in over her head. These guys were serious and more often than not, Alice treated life like it was on great big playful adventure game. Not that it was her fault or anything. She had grown up all on her own in a tower with no one but her father for company, so it made sense that she might not realise a serious situation when it came down upon her like this.

  “We don’t want no trouble.” One of the hunters to Robin’s right said, her sounded like he might actually mean it.

  “So, stand back and we’ll be on our way.” The other said, walking towards them for the bags.

  He was overly confident. He believed her little act and had lowered his defences almost immediately. What a fool.

  Robin swung her bow into her hand and reached back for one of her arrows in the same single swift movement. One of the men saw her and dived forward, but she was too quick. While placing her arrow against her bow, Robin ducked the fist he attempted to slam into her temple and fired the arrow close range into his kneecap. At such a close shot, it didn’t dig into his knee nearly as much as she had hoped, and he was able to knock it out with only a slight limp afterwards, though he was thrown off balance and momentarily stumbled to the side, allowing for Robin to stand up behind him and kick him hard enough to knock him down onto his face.

  Robin swung around; a new arrow in her bow seconds after the first one had left, turning towards Alice to make sure that she was still safely unharmed with the bags… Only to stop short when she saw Alice wasn’t with the shopping at all. Before she could worry for her, she saw Alice jump into view and was taken completely by surprise at what happened next.

  While Robin had been dealing with the one hunter, the other two had ignored her completely and jumped at Alice and the shopping bags instead. Maybe they assumed they could use Alice as a hostage against Robin in order to get her to give up, or maybe they had tried to grab the shopping and make a break for it while the girl with the weapon was distracted, but no matter what their plans, it had not worked out the way they had expected. In fact, it wasn’t even ending how Robin had expected.

  Right after the first hunter had attacked Robin, the other two had pounced towards Alice and she wasted little time pouncing back. She threw herself at the first hunter, and then dropped at the last minute to a crouch at his feet. He accidentally kicked into Alice’s side, but not hard and Alice had already braced herself for the blow she knew was coming, using her own body to trip him up and cause him to go flying into his friend. Before either of them could react, Alice jumped back up and pulled out a hidden knife from her boot. It was a plain short kitchen knife, not really one for fighting off bandits, but it was still sharp so it would do Alice just fine.

  As the men clambered back onto their feet and turned towards her, Alice was already running their way, jumping onto one of the men who’s natural instinct reacted before his brain could and instead of moving out the way or throwing a punch, he caught her, allowing Alice to wrap her legs around his waist and bring the knife down along the side of his face, cutting his ear off in one quick slice. The man roared in both surprise and pain, his friend hesitating in his shock, and the first one tried to push her off him but she tightened her legs and instead stabbed the knife straight through the palm of his hand he lifted against her.

  When his friend finally snapped out of his surprise, he charged at them with a comical roar of anger, his own weapon drawn and pointed for Alice’s spine but she saw him long before he made his move and was ready for him. Shoving the knife’s handle into her mouth, Alice pressed her hands against the hunter’s shoulders and unwrapped her legs, kicking him in the stomach and pushing off so she flipped right over his head and landed lightly on her feet behind him. His friend, however, had too much momentum and not enough brains to slow down in time, causing him to stab his thick long dagger straight through his own partners shoulder.

  The following scream was music to Alice’s ears, and she casually stepped out of the way as the man stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, still howling but caught between clutching the hole where his ear used to be and clutching the dagger still sticking from his shoulder. It was in deep, almost up to the handle, so it was a good guess the tip of the dark grey jagged edged blade was now sticking out of the other side of his back.

  The friend was momentarily shocked before he turned his angry eyes on Alice. She simply smirked, lifting a hand and waving her fingers to him all innocent like. He charged at her, now temporarily weapon-less and Alice casually danced between his fists, ducking his swings and jumping over him like they were playing a game of extreme jump rope. When he threw himself a little too enthusiastically at her and inevitably lost his balance, Alice quite literally used him as a vault, climbing over him and dancing out of his reach whenever he tried to grab her, whooping loudly the whole time like the thing really was a game and she sure as hell was winning it.

  Robin was so distracted by this – since when could Alice fight and defend herself?! – that she didn’t notice the hunter she had been fighting stumble back onto his feet. While she had watched Alice – seriously?! Since when?! – the hunter crawled up behind her, dagger in hand and eyes aiming for the side of her exposed throat.

  Luckily Alice, though she was having fun with her own foe, noticed him sneaking up on a gob smacked Robin and wasted no time, grabbing the hunters wrist and twisting him around, sticking her leg out behind him and tripping him up. Then, as soon as he was temporarily down and stalled, Alice closed the distance between her and Robin, not slowing as she ducked down, sticking her arms around her head for protection and slamming straight into the hunter’s stomach. He was thrown back and they both lost their balance, rolling on the floor before Alice jumped back up, shaking herself off and smiling up at Robin, who turned to watch her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

  “You okay?” Alice asked, breathless but otherwise no more than if she had gone for a long jog.

  “Yeah,” Robin croaked then shook her head. She reached for an arrow, loading her bow and firing it onto the man’s foot before he had even managed to sit up, turning and pointing her next arrow at the last man who had long since climbed onto his feet, but was suddenly frozen as he looked from his fallen comrades to the two girls.

  “So, round two?” Alice asked, stepping up to stand beside Robin, reaching up to lean an arm on top of her shoulder and grinning broadly.

  The man let out a growl but took a step back, his friend with the missing ear had finally stood up as well and glanced nervously around, then turned and ran, the dagger still sticking out of his shoulder. The remaining hunter spat after him then finally held up his hands and began to walk around them. Alice and Robin’s arrow followed him as he slowly crept over to his friend who had pulled the arrow from his foot but seemed to immediately be regretting it, now clutching an open bleeding hole instead.

  “We’re leaving, okay!” The man snapped, slowly reaching for his friend.

  They watched the men closely. He was halfway to helping his friend up when Alice suddenly took a sharp and sudden step towards them, so quickly that Robin very nearly released her arrow and impaled them both. Instead she managed to hold on long enough for the hunter to drop his friend with a startled cry and for her to realise that Alice was just messing with them.

  “Go!” Robin snapped, but her lips were twitching and judging by the proud look in Alice’s eyes, it was clear she wasn’t hiding her amusement very well.

  “We’re going!” The man said, dragging his friend along now, ignoring his howls of pains completely.

  Finally the man lifted his foot right into the air to avoid the ground, and looked even more ridiculous as he was dragged into the trees with his toes pointed towards the sky. The girls held on for as long as they could but eventually it was too much and they both broke down into loud laughter and Robin finally lowered her arrow in order to lean her hands against her knees.

  “He looked like a ballerina!” Alice laughed. “Sticking his foot up like that! He gave you an open shot to his crotch, you should have taken it.”

  “I was too busy trying not to laugh.” Robin confessed. “I think his friend was going to wet himself when you made that move towards them.”

  “Oh if only!” Alice cackled.

  Robin gasped for breath, doubling over with a hand around her stomach. Every time she started to calm down, she glanced up at Alice and the giggles started all over again, each time building into a seemingly endless laughter that left her stomach cramping long before she was done.

  Finally, after an unknown amount of time had passed, she took several deep breaths, standing up and wiping the tears from her eyes. Beside her, Alice was still giggling, watching Robin proudly with her knife still in hand by her hip.

  “Where did that come from?” Robin asked finally, pulling her arrow back onto her shoulder and walking back towards their shopping.

  “What?” Alice asked, scooping up her bag.

  “All of that!” Robin said, lifting her own bags up and starting to continue their walk. “Since when can you defend yourself like that?”

  Alice shrugged. “Since I left the tower. I mean. I’ve been travelling from realm to realm for years now. I picked up a few things.” She paused. “I mean, I kind of had to if I wanted to survive. What, did you think I got by on my looks alone?” She grinned and winked cheekily.

  “I dunno. I mean. You’re right.” Robin said, shaking her head. “It’s kind of obvious but for some reason it never occurred to me that you could fight. I’ve always gone out of my way to defend you but, turns out, you don’t need me.”

  “No.” Alice agreed, then balanced the shopping against her side to loop an arm through Robin’s, grinning at her. “But I like it when you do.”

  After a moment Robin smiled back at her. “I guess I’m still getting to know who you are. And here I thought I had you all figured out.”

  “Puh-lease, you got a long way to go before you have me figured out.” Alice grinned, pecking Robin’s cheek.

  “Well, I look forward to it.” Robin grinned, turning and kissing her properly…

  And at the same time losing her grip on one of the bags. Only this time, Robin wasn’t quick enough to save it and the shopping exploded at their feet.

  Alice paused, pressing her lips together before looking at Robin and shrugging. “Woops.”

#once upon a time #Curious Archer #Alice Jones #Robin Mills #Robin X Alice #Alice X Robin #Once Upon A Time Fanfiction #OUAT Fanfiction #Also to the anon who sent a prompt! #I got it and I'll be working on it soon! #Thanks for the ask!

[mysteira6]

Frans Week 2018 Day 1: Game On

@fransweek​

It’s supposed to sci-fi and fantasy, so I hope an SAO-version of GamerTale will suffice. ^^ ~~~~~~ The sun had long begun to set on the horizon, its final red rays peeking past some nearby mountains. Tucked away in the hills laid a noble but small village, with most of the lights starting to appear out of the windows of homes as evening began to settle down.

Merchants soon packed up their shops and started to head back home while children who ran around the marketplace all day grew weary and tired. Soon enough, some of the older children and maids who accompanied them carried the little youngsters on their backs as they too headed for the path back to the orphanage.

All in all, it was a peaceful, quiet evening. Not a single beast-like creature was stirring near the village. Even if one of them were to approach it, there were guards keeping watch all night, stationed at the battlements on the walls surrounding the town. This was the usual routine of many warriors and soldiers who decided to drop by the village or had a home there.

And yet here she was. Stuck in a cave deep in the mountains. Somewhere much too far away from her warm, comforting home.

As a swordswomen, her battle gear was simple and sufficient. In her right hand, she held her silver sword that bore red designs on its hilt and in her left hand, her silver shield with the Delta Rune engraved at its front. On top of her usual outfit which consisted of a blue and red battle skirt, a long-sleeved purple shirt, black tights and brown combat boots, she wore a chest protector, arm bracers and leg protectors, all shining within that dark cave. On her back was a grey knapsack she brought with her for her explorations and a light shield holder made of porous stone and on her waist was a belt with a scabbard for her sword.

Although her stature was short in comparison to other female warriors, she definitely was not weaker than anyone else by any means. The girl had been raised in the orphanage all her life, and would often hear the stories of old, tales about heroes fighting Monsters and claiming their victories. For weeks, she dreamed of becoming one of those heroes of legend.

But this wasn’t how she wanted to go down in history.

She had been cornered by another mercenary, a fast one, she would add. Someone who was cunning and smart enough to drive her into a cave. She blamed her bad luck for stepping on a loose stone and falling deep into a crevasse. At least there was somewhat of an air pocket in there, and she still had some kindle and matches in her bag, along with a torch, to make a fire to keep herself warm. In fact, there was a lit torch at her feet, ignited merely seconds ago.

But the minute she strike her match against the wood, she heard the nearby sound of footsteps. It was faint and very quick, only lasting for a few seconds, but she could still hear it from a mile away. It was one of her special skills. As soon as she heard the foreign sound, she unsheathed her sword and shield, looking around very cautiously. Her brown eyes darted left and right every few seconds, her mind alert for any other sudden sounds and movements.

Soon enough, the sound of footsteps returned, sounding faint and faraway. This time, however, they were slow and steady, almost as if someone was wandering around the small cave as well. As the footsteps approached her, she adopted a defensive stance, holding her shield in front of her body and her sword above her head.

Before long, she could catch a glimpse of the person even in those weak rays of light coming from the torch. The figure in front of her was about the same height as her, and as he stepped closer to her, she could see that the figure wore a white tank top underneath a blue jacket with its sleeves ripped off, a pair of ripped jeans and hiking boots. In his shaggy snowy white hair was a navy blue bandana and he wore black half finger gloves. Around his waist was a scabbard for a curved sword, a holder for a slingshot and a pocket for what she would assume to be rocks as ammunition.

He had the appearance and the demeanor of a thief, if she were to be very honest with herself.

“What’cha up to, little girl?” He slurred his words, staring at her with mischievous and cheeky eyes, his hands in his jacket pockets. “Lost your way, huh?”

The female warrior gritted her teeth. “No, I think the proper words should be ‘you cornered me to this crevasse’,” She spat at him, her voice laced with sarcasm.

The boy laughed in amusement, his face sporting a wide grin. “Sucks to be you then,” He spoke, not even answering her words. “Either way, we’re both stuck here, in this cave,” He continued in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Great,” She muttered under her breath before facing him again, pointing her sword at his face before he could take another step forward. “Don’t even try to rob me and beat me up, you bandit. I am NOT as weak as you think I am,”

Her words sounded as if they could pierce through stone and her tone could have made knees crumble and shiver. But deep down inside, she was rather scared. And this thief could tell.

He took a step forward despite the fact that a sword was pointed at his face. Out of instinct, she took a step back, clearly intimidated by his bold act. “Look, there isn’t a reason for us to be at each other’s throats, yeah? We don’t have to fight like savages-”

“Says the man who chased me into this damn cave!” She snapped at him, cutting him off. “If you hadn’t, maybe I would spare you from your tomfoolery,”

He laughed again. “Tomfoolery? Is that what you think I am? A thief?”

How the hell did he know what I was thinking?! Perhaps this was a special skill that thieves had, a way to interpret language and classify it under a category. Whatever it was, he was good at it.

He stepped closer to her and she stepped back again, the torch no longer at her feet but at his. “Well, if you must really know why I was chasing you into this cave, I’ll tell ya,” He said before narrowing his eyes at her. Any traces of a jokester in him had disappeared in an instant.

“You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you, little girl?”

She was baffled. “What?”

“You know what I mean, swordswoman,” He continued, trudging footsteps closer to her, not stopping after a single step this time, and the girl had no choice but to step backwards every time he came near her. Soon enough, the fire from the lit torch was about a metre away and she was almost cornered to the walls of the crevasse.

Meanwhile, he had kept talking. “Or should I call you, ‘Frisk’?”

She hitched a small gasp in shock and surprise. “How do you know my-”

“Name? Heh,” He clicked his tongue as his hands were removed from his pockets. “Let’s just say that I have my sources,” He replied, a smirk on his face once more.

As soon as her back hit the wall, she knew that she was in for a bad time. Before she could react, his lightning fast hands had grabbed her arms and ripped her shield and sword out of her hands. It wasn’t very helpful that her hands were in cold sweat too, probably because the cave was cold as hell. In fact, now she couldn’t help but wonder, how could this boy wear clothing without sleeves and still have warm hands?

As soon as she was disarmed, the boy planted his hands on the wall, right next to the girl’s head, to support himself as he leaned in closer to her. A few minutes ago, she wasn’t afraid of this boy at all. But now…

“Who are you?” She asked timidly, half expecting an answer, half afraid of receiving it. “What do you want from me?”

His sky blue eyes bore into her brown ones as he dipped his head to her neck, his hot breath against her skin sending shivers down her spine. She shut her eyes tightly, frightened for her life.

There was a silence in the cave that seemed to last for ages. Until…

“Knock knock,”

At this, her eyes snapped open, a flabbergasted expression on her face. She felt inclined to not answer, but she figured out that the choice to do so was not smart. She wasn’t armed, and he was.

“Uh… Who’s there?” She just replied, uncertainty in her voice.

“Dishes,”

“Dishes… who?”

“Dishes a bad joke,” He finished his joke with a hearty laugh, and at that she could feel the gears in her head turning. This joke… I’ve heard of it before… !

“S-Sans?” She murmured to herself, her eyes widened in shock. “Is that… you?”

He stepped away from the wall, stuffing his hands into his pockets again. “The one and only,” He proclaimed proudly, winking at her. “Didja really think that you could hide your ‘little secret’ from me, sweetie?”

She bit her bottom lip while smiling, an embarrassed, shy look on her face, but she felt much more relaxed now. “Maybe…?”

“Right,” He looked at her with a knowing face before staring at her at eye-level. “Gonna have to work on those skills, kiddo. It ain’t working on me-”

He didn’t have time to finish before she leaned in and pecked his lips, holding it there for a long while. Slowly, she wrapped her hands around his neck and tilted her head to the side in order to deepen the kiss. Soon, he coiled his arms around her figure as well and closed his eyes as he enjoyed every second of the kiss.

As they broke away, Frisk winked at him. “You know I think it’ll be a lot better if I kiss you in real life, Sans,”

Sans nodded back in reply. “Sure, little girl. Anything you want,”

~~~~~~

In the real world, Frisk slowly took off the VR headset on her head, shaking her head slightly to readjust herself back to the real world, to remind herself that she was not in a cave but in her own room, on her comfy bed. As the seconds ticked by, she raised her fingers to her lips, gently touching them as she remembered the incident that had occured merely moments before.

Just then, the door opened and a familiar grinning skeleton sauntered into the room, sporting a cheeky yet caring smile.

“You didn’t tell me that you started playing Delta Kingdom, Frisky,” He smirked at her, a knowing look written all over his face.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” She replied, as sly as a fox. “But you just had to go change your appearance and ruin it like that,” She complained, though she was smiling.

The skeleton strolled over to her bed and sat down, crawling to the teenage girl’s side. He wrapped his left arm around her petite figure while his free hand rested on her chin, cueing her to turn and face him. “Aw, I’m sorry for ruining the surprise,” He chuckled before leaning closer to her. “Mind if I make it up to you?”

Frisk had attempted to pull of a pouty face at him, but she was silenced as soon as he leaned in closer to her. She sighed softly as her cheeks turned beet red. “You’d better,” She giggled as she closed her eyes and felt his lips against hers for the second time that day. It felt as if hours had passed before they pulled away from each other.

There was a glint of excitement in her eyes, and a bit of competitive spirit in his.

“Game on, Frisk,” He muttered to her in a low voice. “Game on.”

#sans x frisk #frisk x sans #frans week 2018 #frans week #frans #sf #safrisk #gamertale #sci-fi #fantasy #literature #one-shot #I haven't been writing in a while so sorry for crappy writing

[kimberlykirk-alongtheway]

Protectors

I have two sisters: an older and a younger. And yes, I am the maladjusted one in the middle! My Dad was an only child. He felt some of the loneliness that can come with that, so he couldn’t understand why his three girls would pick on each other and fight at times. He used to say to us: “Friends will come and go, but you will always have each other. It’s the three of you against the world!” And he was right. I’ve been blessed with two children and used to say the same thing to them. They’re both in their late twenties and are still very close which is such a blessing.

If you read my last blog (The Agony and the Ecstasy) then you know we just welcomed our second granddaughter, Cassidy, into the world! Her big twenty-one month old sister, Lily, is doing really well in the transition. When we took her to the hospital to meet her baby sister, she was a little unsure, although very gentle. But Lily’s protective instincts for Cassidy were evident right from the start.

The day Cassidy was born, she was always in someone's arms. Later in the evening, the nurse came in to check her so she had to be put in the bassinet. I was sitting not too far from it and Lily was on my lap. When the nurse started listening to Cassidy's heart, Lily said, "No, No. No, No." I didn't understand why at first, then realized she was trying to protect her baby sister because she thought the nurse was hurting her. I brought her closer to the bassinet and explained that she was actually taking care of Cassidy. We watched for a few moments then sat back down. After the nurse finished, she realized Cassidy had a dirty diaper. As she was changing it, Cassidy started crying and Lily once again said,  "No, No. No, No." Such a precious response.

Throughout our lives, we have protectors. Beginning with our parents and siblings, then expanding to other family members, teachers, doctors, pastors, our spouse…. But there is One who has and will always watch over us. The God of the universe Who created, sustains, and continually cares for us. Take a look at portions of Psalm 91…

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." 3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence. 4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. 5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, 6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. 7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. … 14 "Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. 15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. 16 With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation." (NIV)

What a blessing to know that our Almighty God is our ultimate protector!

Just something I’m grateful for along the way.

#protection #protectors