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mr-voorhees-husband · 2 months

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,,sabretooth time

Warning: Probably ooc Victor (he’s soft, but still very insane), he is just very in love, late valentines one shot, Victor gets home and shows you how much he loves you, nsft

Info: Victor Creed (comic) x FtM!Househusband!Reader

Victor stepped into your shared home, shrugging off the thick bear pelt coat and hanging it up onto the wall. Sniffing the air, Victor grinned widely at the smell of his favorite dinner being cooked, brown sugar ham, mustard greens, and best of all, homemade rolls.

“Somethin’ smells good.” He grinned, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Large hands pressed against your body and held you close as Victor nuzzled his face into your neck. “Almost as good as you...”

“You’re hilarious.” You chuckled softly, leaning back into his hold. “How was your day, baby?”

“Good,” he muttered, a clawed hand trailed beneath your shirt, sharp claws gently scratching at your skin, never breaking skin. Victor knew he reeked of blood and sweat, but he also didn’t care. He always had to get a lungful of your smell when he got him. “Yers?”

“Fine,” you smiled, basking under the affection of your lover— used to his smell, even if it was disgusting. You couldn’t live with Victor and not grow used to the smell of copper and musk, it was almost impossible. “Do you know what today is?”

“Valentine’s.” Victor pressed a kiss to your neck, “is that why ya’ made me such a wonderful dinner?”

“It’s your favorite.” You replied without an ounce of hesitation, letting out a soft moan as Victor started to leave hickies and marks on your neck. “Vic, dinner’s gonna get cold.”

“Mmm…” Victor grumbled, claws digging into your stomach and holding you tighter, continuing to litter kisses and nips onto your neck. Something he loved to do. He always had to mark you up, even if the two of you lived in a cabin in the middle of the Canadian woods, it was a primal need for him. If you weren’t marked up, he’d drop everything to mark you up once again. “Fine,” he growled out, “but you better be ready. I got plans for you.”

“I expected as much.” You purred, slightly leaning into his hold as he pulled away before walking off. “You got the table?”

“Always do.” Like always, Victor got to work setting the table, pouring you both your choice of drink and setting up the utensils. He didn’t really know why he did this every night, maybe part of it was because it was his chore as a child, and another part of it was because he really didn’t know how to clean other than very simple organization and trashing.

He was thankful that you didn’t hold it against him, especially considering how many times he tracked mud, snow, and blood into the house.

After dinner was served up, Victor swallowed it down like he always does, returning for seconds and then thirds. Each time he filled up his plate again, you didn’t bother to hide your smile. Victor loved to eat, that was no secret, and knowing you fed him more than enough always made you feel a bit proud. He hunted the food, you cooked it, but you always made enough so there was leftovers— simply because Victor had a habit of waking in the middle of the night and eating whatever was left straight from the fridge.

While Victor would never say it, everytime he came home to a cooked meal, he fell more in love with you. Maybe it was because of his childhood, or just his mutation, but cooking for him meant you cared— at least to him.

Victor placed his empty plate down in the sink and grabbed the ham bone, sitting at the table and starting to tear whatever meat was left on it before gnawing on the bone itself. When he heard you giggle, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a gruff, “what?”

“You look like a cat.” You giggled, placing your own dirty dishes in the sink to be cleaned later.

“Oh yeah?” Victor snorted, standing up and dropping the bone back into the pan the ham had originally been cooked in. Victor dropped to his knees and grabbed your sweatpants, ignoring your surprised gasp. “Do I look like a pussycat?”

“That is so bad—“ you tried to critique his horrible flirt, but it was quickly forgotten as your boxers were pulled down just enough for him to latch onto your dick. He let out a rumbling purr, grabbing onto your thighs as you moaned out. “Vic—!”

Without removing himself from your boypussy, he helped you the rest of the way out of your pants before suddenly lifting you up so you were on his shoulders and your crotch to his face. His tongue, barbed but not painful, lapped at your cunt desperately. Swallowing down each bit of slick and arousal like a man drowning in the desert.

“Victor—!” You moaned, hands digging into the wild mane he called hair. Victor groaned in response, nuzzling his face into your thighs— and you basked in the way his stubble burned your inner thighs.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, back arching while your cries of pleasure filled your shared cabin. Victor pulled away with a satisfied rumble— a noise akin to a purr— licking your cum off his lips. He dropped you suddenly, catching you before you could hit the ground, your crotch pressed to his own bulge.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Victor growled, leaning down to nip at your skin, “You’ll get yer proper present later, but right now I think I wanna fuck you until you forget yer own name.”

It was going to be a long night— not that you minded.

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 9 months

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Sometimes Love Stops In Its Tracks

You love your man, but sometimes, it can lead to a breaking point.

Includes: Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers (Captian America), Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Orm Marius, Joker, Duncan Vizla (Polar)

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Victor Creed

Living the way of mutants and humans was a thin line to follow. Victor felt that he was an animal, proud of his lone wolf ways, finding solace in the hidden corners of the forest around the globe as he traveled from one mission to another. Being on the side of power that wanted to bring respect to mutants, even if their ways were questionable at the very least. And now, it was gone, traded from a role as a teacher, educating younger mutants, having battle quips with some of the twerps that think they are brighter than the 200-year-old Sabertooth. Little things like that stuck in his brain, bits and pieces that he most of the time brought home to his lover and partner. Which, after a while, bred new arguments and fights. Something which both sides did not like. Tension bubbled, and Victor felt himself dive back into his ways of thinking.

'You would NOT understand my pain!!'

'Of course, I do not know since you don't communicate anymore. Victor, please, this has been going on for way too long; talk to me! ...Tell me so I can understand.'

'Even if I told you your human brain is too stunned to comprehend.'

'What?! Why are you talking like this? Do not talk to me like that.'

'And what are you going to do?! You are no match for me.' with that, Victor knew he had crossed a line he didn't think he would cross, ever.

'I will not be treated like this! You are on your own now.'

You spoke, starting to distance yourself away from the raging mutant. Placing permanent distance between each other, leaving love to stop in its tracks.

Loki Laufeyson

For him, his heritage was a silent trigger in his mind. Whenever his blue skin showed itself unexpectedly, his manners would shift, not speaking to anyone not even his love. Which would, in return, create silence so loud it could break your heart. And it did. The silence brought no mature way to deal with it. You tried to comfort him, offering hugs, kisses, and soft touches to the broken god, but each time at the offer, Loki would pull away and even sometimes roar at the devotion.

'Do not touch me! How many times do I have to tell you?!'

'I am just...trying to help.' The last part can be only whispered at the raging man

'Do not help me. Leave me alone.'

Loki turns away, walking away as you tried to do it to your best ability, but if he wanted help, he would accept it. Maybe it was time to leave him...alone. Sometimes the best thing you can do is remove yourself from the situation and let love stop in its tracks.

Thor Odinson

Thor fancied traveling, exploring new places, and new people, and having exhilarating adventures. Thor would leave on a whim sometimes, even most of the time, without saying where he is going or when he is coming back. Each time Thor would come back cheery as ever, retelling his stories to you with the same gleam, not understanding what he left behind and expects when he came back. You would communicate what you felt, from the sudden 180 from having him in youR arms to an empty apartment and waiting each day and night, wishing that this is the moment when he will come back. So when he came back, Thor did not read the room.

'Do you not like the story?'

With a heavy sigh, you hoped that it would be obvious. 'No-no, the story about you riding a giant goat sounds like great fun. But, Thor, do you know how I feel? Waiting for you here? Hoping that you will arrive, hoping that you will send a message that you are okay? At least that...'

Thor treks back, his eyes widening in puzzlement. 'I do not understand, dearest when I was in Asgard, my family would not grumble regarding my adventures.'

Relying back upon confusion from your side, they speak with a sharp tone, 'Thor...I know that. But this is not Asgard. This is our home. I know that your family got unfortunately reduced to myself, but what we have is a relationship. And our relationship should be based on communication. Therefore when you leave at the very least, very minimum, let me know.'

Thor took one more step back, feeling his confusion start to simmer. 'What do you mean? I thought that our bond was powerful.' Thor withdrew, looking at his lover.

'It IS strong, but this, like this, your last-second adventure, are things that can chip away at this life we have. I don't want that.'

Thor looks at you, seeing the ping of confusion on your face now 'I am a god. A god goes whenever the path takes them. My heart told me at that moment to go and explore a new corner of the realm. Experience a new life there, fresh cultures, exciting quests and help the less fortunate there, to let them know they have a god...' Thor started to ramble on his reasons for making such a bold move, and in a second, he struck in the wrong path '...explore new lovers there.'

What?

You and Thor look at each other, and you feel a small ping in your heart. Not wanting to say it out loud, but still going to walk in your truth.

'While your heart told you to do all those things.... did it ever think of me and my heart?' Standing up, you spoke into the viscous silence that started to settle heavily on Thor's shoulders, 'Me and my heart won't take you back. Our love has stopped because of your adventures.'

Steve Rogers

Steve was continuously on a mission, rarely home. And when he was home, it was almost a designated time for him to do all the things he couldn't do back when he was living, meaning going to 1900s museums, dinners, activities, and so on... but one thing Steve was always stuck with was Peggy. More times than not, Steve would catch himself saying Peggy's name instead of yours. Which would create disharmony. Steve would play it off, hoping you would understand where he is coming from. Creating fights and blowouts as you were trying to get your point across to Steve.

'Steve, I understand that Peggy was your girl then, but now I am here. Don't call her name when you call me. We don't even have similar names.'

'You are telling me to suppress an important part of my life. You, of all people, should understand what kind of pressure I go through when I am on a mission. So when I come here, I mostly blow off some steam, and my brain mixes everything. Hence, the name mixing.' Steve argued his point coming across less and less, dipping more into the black hole that was forming between the lovers. 'What if the roles would be reversed Steve, hm? What if I said my ex's name instead of yours?'

'Oh, for the love of god. Please, not that gender-role-reversal crap. Back in my day...'

'Stop!' It roared in Steve's ears, the way the word just shouted in his ear, halting his words.

'If your brain is still in the past. Then you can live through it by yourself. As much as I give myself to you and your activities so you can "relive" your "golden days," even though you have been willing and ready to make a life together, you still want to go back. And that is completely fine, but you could have told me that and not strung me along all this time.'

Steve sat back, hearing and feeling the wave of emotions falling into a black hole, growing more and more and very soon encapsulating Steve, losing himself forever.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky consistently feared everything and everyone. Not a lot of moments in his lifetime offer solace and peace. But you tried your best to give him a piece of the comfort and love you felt for him every day. Bucky tried to dissociate from everyone, including you, and the moments you shared with him, cooking, knitting, reading, you name it, his brain was always halfway turned off, and you really can not blame him. You tried your best to understand the poor soul; you really did! But when he was zoned like that, he tended to be more jumpy and scared, resulting in a fiery shout directed at you.

'Dammit! You scared me!'

Turning into a frigid zone, no talking, no touching for 1 hour, as Bucky instructed. And that rule made it hell for you; you thrived off of physical touch!

'I am just saying that I am here, Buck. You do NOT have to be alone. You have me, for crying out loud.'

'You would not understand what I went through. And with all my scars, I am fearful how I will live like this.'

'I can not phantom what you went through, Bucky. But the reason we are in this relationship is to be with each, enjoy each other's company, touch each other, and just- just let everything be, no past, no future-just us; together.'

Getting your point into his thick skull, Bucky's eyes winded in anger and misinterpretation. 'So what you are saying is to forget myself. To be no one?! To be just an insignificant speck on this planet and forget my hurdles and trauma. Like you?!'

Looking at him, you felt the ripple of sadness coloring your veins; there was no way Bucky thought that about you, someone who he loved, cherished, and most importantly trusted, was he?

'Is-is that what you think about...me?! '

'Yes!' He boomed the answer without a second thought, sealing this chapter for the both of you. Looking at him, you come close to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek respond in a hush, loud enough to be engraved in his brain.

'Remember this kiss, because it is the last sincere thing you will feel. Until you come to terms with yourself, James.'

With that, you left the room knowing that the best option was to leave him if he wished so letting your love stop in its tracks.

Bruce Wayne

Bruce always thought that he wasn't made for relationships, the man dressed like a bat, for goodness sake. Therefore, when you two got together, you raised Dick from a small baby boy with the fattest cheeks that were just screaming to be pinched to a teenager going through his phase of 'begging secretive,' although I don't know how much you can get secretive if you are a superhero and being mentored by Batman. A few years perished, you would have thought that Batman was more open to having a partner in his house, not ours, his. But no. Bruce would hole up in his cave and not talk to anyone, not even Alfred, if he was working on anything. And that fueled sleepless nights resorting for you to give him the cold shoulder but masking it in front of Dick to appear as if everything is okay. Which in hindsight, would bite you in the ass when you would feel yourself crack under the façade.

'Alfred? Why is Mom crying?'

'That... Master Richard is hard to explain. The best we can do is give her a hug and reassure her that everything is okay.'

The hug would help in a 'band-aid over a bullet wound' type of way, but nonetheless, it helped. What didn't help was Bruce and his stoicism. No matter what emotion you chuck at him or say, he would just stand coldly.

'Bruce! Just come out of this forsaken cave. For one hour! For Dick! For me! For Alfred!'

'I told you. I have a case. I can not leave the cave just yet.' He spoke in a stern tone, not moving an octave higher or lower.

'You have been in here for 6 days. This is borderline madness. I forgot your touch.' You responded, feeling your body tremble with unhappiness and uprising anger. 'I have been nothing but patient, but nothing can make you move. I tried, I really, really, really tried. But you gave me nothing!'

Stepping away, you see Bruce's eyes dilate slightly at your discouraged-filled sentences, but now it is too late. As you were going up the stairs, Dick stepped out of the shadows looking at his father.

'Are you just going to stand there?'

Bruce looks at the boy feeling his heart twist in the same way yours was feeling your shared love stop in its tracks.

Clark Kent

Clark moved on when Lois found a new guy to be with. By finding you. Being with you, making a life together, living together in Metropolis. Finding yourself with him. Clark was a sweetheart and still is, to the bone. But when you are such a sweetheart, there are bounds where you will trip up because of your niceness. For Clark, it would be the ability to say no to Lois when she calls for help. Be it a heroic save from a no-name villain to a minuscule task such as carrying furniture up 5 flights of stairs, where she moved in with her new boyfriend.

'Clark, you have to stop helping her so much.'

'I couldn't say no. When she asked me so nice-'

'She has a man! He can do all those things. You are my man!'

'What are you saying?! I should have let her plummet to death when she was falling?'

'That's not my point, Clark. What I am saying is... she is your past. I am your present.'

Clark stood up, hugging you gently, reassuring you with a soft touch, 'You have to understand that she will always be my past. Someone I still very much love.'

Hearing that you pushed him away, you felt a coil snap in your heart, nudging you in the direction where you opted you would not go. 'What?! Lois broke your heart and left you all alone to pick up the pieces, and you still love her?'

'She didn't know what she was doing. I told her how I felt, and we mended that.' More actions came to light 'When?! You never mentioned that to me. Clark... what are you hiding?!'

Clark moved away, seeing what effect all of this had on you, heartbreak in sight. 'Nothing! Just Lois and I talked it over and decided to move friends. Nothing more!'

Looking to the side, you could not see him anymore; your emotions got the better of you. 'You are saying that just now. Do you understand how much jealousy and insecurity I have to press down when I see you going to Lois first and not me? Have you tried to think how I would feel?! All the time, I was really supportive and understanding, but I am human, and my other emotions would boil if this continued, and it did. I gave you so much grace hoping you would understand by yourself. But you did, and look where we are now.'

Looking at him, you saw his eyes dim with hopelessness. 'So what are you saying? That we-' '-yes, we have no future. But maybe your past can help you pick up the pieces.'

Arthur Curry

Arthur is a hunk of a man. He attracted people of all genders and orientations. He is a beef magnet. Arthur knew his charm, but he was oblivious to how it affected you. Whoever was flirting with Arthur, it made you a bit mad when Arthur would return the flirt even when you were with him.

#154th time

'Babe, if I am nice to the barmen, we will get free drinks.'

#484th time

'No worries, toots. The woman there is smoking hot, but I am still yours.'

Arthur tried to reassure you, but all that would fall on deaf ears by the time you saw it for the 500th time.

'Arthur, you have to stop. I am uncomfortable seeing you flirt with other people while I am with you.'

'When did I do that?' He would ask as if all of that did not happen 3 hours ago, 'You are messing with me, right?! You were flirting with the girl outside the bar while I was getting the car!'

'Oh, that?! That doesn't count.' He retired, saying a small pfft.

'Sorry? And when "does it count"?' You asked, feeling genuine curiosity mixed with rage

'Only when I get something free out of it.'

it took you a second to comprehend was he was saying and what he was speaking

'So you mean you do it all the time, but most of the time, you do it to gain something you can very easily buy?'

Arthur takes a second to realize and says deadpanned, 'Yes.'

Losing all hope in the merman before you, you just left, leaving him to his own consequences. Letting your silence speak louder than his words could ever, letting him know that your love has stopped in its tracks.

Orm Marius

Orm never would have thought in a million centuries that he would leave his birthright of being a king to be with you. That decision weighed heavily on his shoulders and heavier on yours. As you were described to others as 'the reason Orm left him throne' sometimes it was spoken with a devoted ping but sometimes with a bitter punch. And that decision was not yours; it never was. It was his. Orm just wasn't ready to admit it. Creating a toxic atmosphere in your household. You were mostly quiet on the matter, hoping that Orm would digest it like an adult man, while Orm was boasting about his accomplishments in Atlantis and always ending with a bitter 'And now I am here.'

'Orm, if you feel that way. You are free to go. I am not some anchor that will keep you here against your will. Plus, we all know YOU chose to come here. I did not put a gun to your head and force you to come here. I had no problem having a long-distance relationship. YOU were the one who wanted to escape that throne and those responsibilities.'

Orm strode to you, feeling disassociated with himself. 'I beg your pardon! The reason I came here was to be with you! Because I love you.'

'I know you do. But every time we talked about your royal duties, you always mention what kind of mental toll they had on you, so much that you started to lose your hair from the stress.'

Orm looked at you as if a film playing before him; you were right. But he was not ready to fall back.

'You are the one at fault!' He argued, trying to stick to his points that stood on wobbly legs. 'Me?! How??!' You rebutted, ready to stand your ground firmly. 'You and your heritage! Why did you have to be a surface dweller?! Why did you even have to be born?!' He screamed at you, unleashing the avalanche he formed

'How-how can you say that? You said you loved me moments ago,and now you don't want me on this earth?'

Pacing back, you turn towards the balcony overlooking the ocean, just a few steps ahead. Opening the balcony door, you step aside, saying with a bittersweet sound, 'Here! You can go! I won't hold you back, Orm. It was never my intent to make you so miserable. But when you realize that I was right, don't come back running to me.

Joker(Suicide Squad)

J never intended to have you in his life, someone so typical. Not corrupted, not willing to rob a bank or squishy an ant. You were an angel, and he wanted to corrupt you, but then he knew it would lose parts that made you so distinct and memorable to him. J never tortured you or forced you to do anything. But he did leave you alone while he wreaked havoc in the city. Locking you in the "safe" castle prison while he rampaged Gotham. At first, it wasn't a big deal; after a while, it was like a panic attack that you had to suffer alone in the ample lustrous space.

'J, can you not lock me next time. It really weighs heavy on me. Please stop.'

'Angel, you being locked here is for your own good. What if someone tries to take you away?'

'And me being locked away will keep them away?'

'You are right! From tomorrow I will add a safe and code lock on the doors and windows.'

'No! J! You can not do this to me! Every time you leave, you lock me in. I feel like I haven't been outside for days now.'

'It was exactly 6 days.'

'J, you have to let me out! I am not someone who is okay with staying in here.'

J started to laugh uncontrollably, looking at you like you are the crazy one 'You are acting like you didn't know, pet. HA! Did you seriously think you would not have some "conditions" to be with me???!!!'

Looking back at him, it dawned on you just now. J wasn't the one going mad, you were. Being locked up in here like some twisted life routine. You had to cut this twist now and forever.

'I do not wish to be with someone who gives me solitude J.'

Standing up you walk out of the room, hearing J yelling at you, 'Do NOT forget how good of a life you had with me and in this golden cage!'

Trying to assemble his thoughts, J halts all his actions feeling his love stop.

Duncan Vizla

Duncan looked at the snow-covered window watching as you walked out of your truck and into your shared home with the retired assassin.

'Hey, Donut! I'm back. I found the cutest dog ever, a mix of poodle and french bulldog; his name was Mocha. So freaking cute.'

As you explained your day to Duncan, he asks you, cutting the cheery atmosphere short 'No one was following you, dove? Did you check your surroundings?'

A little stumped at the change of atmosphere you spoke with a tint of lie 'Yes. all clear.'

Duncan raises an eyebrow seeing your smile drop 'Liar.'

'Fine, yeah. I didn't check my surroundings but I was extremely careful and I only went to the famers market and petted Mocha.'

Duncan sighs loudly filling the room with his anxiousness. 'It was fine and-' 'It's not fine. You could have been hurt. Someone could have taken you.'

Placing your hand on his you try to soothe him 'IT WAS fine, Ducan. No one is after me. No one is after you. You can relax. We are together here now.'

'You do not understand my fear. Every time I walk out I feel their eyes on me and I do not want you to feel that. I just want you to be safe.'

'Duncan, and I am. When I am with you. Please calm down and let us just enjoy this day.' you talked to him, trying to reason with him but not much was going up his walls.

'Do not downplay my emotions. You would not understand the fear I have to harbor to keep it away from You. To keep you happy and live in this fantasy.'

'What?! How can you say that?? All my feelings towards you are sincere Duncan, I have told you many times that we can talk whenever and about whatever you wanted. I gave myself to you and help you overcome your past life.'

You rebutted looking at him, trying to get your points across and into his thick skull.

'Don't downplay me, little girl! You watch who you are talking to.' Duncan shouted, making you come to a standstill.

How could he talk to you like that? And downsize you to a small girl. You aren't helpless. You aren't dumb, far from it. You are more than capable of walking away right this instant.

'You will not talk to me like that Duncan. And you will not minuscule me. I do not care what you have gone through if you will tear me like that, and talk to me like that. No one will talk to me like that and you will finally learn that what you say hurts far more than a weapon can.'

Walking out, you look at the snowstorm coming in, sealing your fate far away from Duncan.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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I had a pretty exciting dream a day or so ago. To sum up the dream/its plot, it went something like this:

Thirteen Year Old Reader Ends Up In A Town Haunted By A Murder Ten Years Ago... Everyone Suspects One Man Of The Crime... But, Reader Believes He Is Innocent, So Sets Out To Prove It...

Or in other words, a small town mystery starring Reader, and the man (mutant) who they believe is innocent (if not intimidating and anti-social), Victor Creed, or Sabretooth.

The dream went something like this:

Reader, a kid on their own, ends up accidentally in a small, sleepy town surrounded by woods, water, and mist. They end up being taken in by a nice family, who try to help them get back on their feet. When they mention to Reader the murder that happened ten years ago, they say that a child had been murdered, but their murderer, nor their body, had ever been found. But, the town suspects someone of having done the wicked deed... A recluse, living in a house in the middle of the woods on the outskirts of town, who always seemed "off".

Reader is still curious, though, and somehow, they, and the family and a new friend, end up having to do business with this strange recluse... When they enter the house/small business, Reader tries to stay out of the way of everyone, but they watch (eavesdrop) on the conversations between people. Until they come face-to-face (well, face-looking-up-to-face) with the possible culprit himself. A large, giant of a man, with long hair and sharp teeth and sharper nails. Reader had heard a bit of what he'd said, to another person and to the family they're with, and from what they could piece together-

He didn't do it.

Sure, the huge, intimidating, scary man is standoffish, cold, teasing, and against people. But, Reader believes he didn't commit the murder. They aren't sure why they think that (is it instincts? Subconscious knowledge? A sixth sense?), but they are convinced of the idea that for all his traits and formidable nature, that he was not the one to do it, or a person who would go after a defenseless child. Reader has a small conversation with him, where they bluntly say they don't think he did it. And the man is- silent. Calculating. Then he sends then off, mentioning he'll be seeing them again.

Reader spends their days exploring the quiet town, going through the stores and investigating for any clues as to who did the deed, and where the body might be hidden. That leads them to some places they shouldn't be (abandoned waterway, clearing in the woods where they found blood and evidence, deep part of the woods by Victor's house), doing their best to figure out the crime. And they DO find some clues, such as the type of person it would have to be to do the crime (right-handed, knows how to navigate forests, possibly a hunter/nature expert, must have known the child and/or their family and their schedule). But it still isn't enough to catch the culprit...

They slowly interact with Victor/Sabretooth in small doses. Usually when they're in the woods and he heard them, so went to see who it was. The small moments of talking reveal to Reader that while the man has a dark sense of humor, doesn't like anybody in town, and has likely committed a crime before, he has a soft spot for (or just won't hurt) kids. Reader also finds out he has an estranged sibling, a brother, who he has tried to make amends with, but who is... hard to convince (yeah, he's talking about Logan. Guy is still obsessed/protective of his baby sibling, who still has amnesia and thinks he's a crazy lunatic). He also slowly gets to learn a little about Reader from these talks, learning they don't have a family/parents (the one they're staying with is helping them, though), they're a bit odd compared to other children, and they truly, utterly believe he is innocent of the crime. Safe to say, he starts to secretly grow attached to them (new sibling/child/cub/pup/runt) (he isn't replacing Logan, he's just adding one more person to the amount of people he cares about. Which he can count on one hand. Take that, alcoholic b*stard blood-father!)

And after awhile, when Reader might be in danger of being the murderer's next victim (because they got too close to finding out who it was/brought up the murder too many times), Victor/Sabretooth steps in. He may not like the town or people, but he DOES like Reader, and no child deserves to have their murder unsolved or body not properly buried. So he sets to tracking down who did it, even while some of the town police snort and say he couldn't possibly catch who did it, because he should know who it is (they're saying it's him). He sees a picture drawn in the dirt, by Reader, who was drawing him and themself, and that resolves any doubts he has. It doesn't take more than a day to track down the body, kept in an old, rusted bunker/freight in the woods west of his house, and he can't stand to look at the damage done to it. The way the body is rotted and bloated and caught in a frightened pose. But then, he catches cloth, with the scent of the murderer... And he hunts them down, dragging them to the police. The man who did it was something like a banker/baker, who was a serial murderer who had hidden in the town. Suffice to say, he is supposed to sent off to a maximum prison...

But Victor/Sabretooth takes care of him before that can happen.

(It's a bloody ordeal, leaving gouges and lashes and cuts for each child thean killed, each life snuffed out before its prime. And for the fact he was planning to off Reader, Victor decides to tear off chunks of flesh, eating some, doing everything he can to make the monster pay and writhe in agony... And when the man is finally dead, bloodied and unrecognizable save for his teeth and basic features, he drags the body back to the police station, a sign and threat...)

And that concludes the dream...

If it continued (a part of it did, portraying how Victor viewed Logan and their brotherly bond/blood), Reader would have ended up being taken with him (forced adoption), and Victor would have set out to find Logan... Who finds the Reader, smells Sabretooth on them, and promptly takes Reader with him and tries to go to the X-Men. Which Victor is having none of, and goes to hunt them down (at least his runt likes the cub, that means there won't be too much jealousy)...

Bonus:

Reader, looking up at the behemoth that is Victor/Sabretooth, with a few dark stains that might be blood:😶

Reader: I think you're good😌

Sabretooth: 🤨

Sabretooth: What?

Reader: Yep. You're not bad, just antisocial

Sabretooth: Wha-? Kid, I've killed people. I've EATEN people. How the f*ck do I look child-friendly?😠

Reader: You're just like a big cat😊😁🐱🦁🐯

Sabretooth: 👀

Sabretooth, internally: Okay, I'm keeping this one-💕🧡

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere platonic marvel #yandere x-men #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #Honey-minded Dreams #platonic yandere sabretooth

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lorata · 1 year

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What are the victors favourite colours? What colours do you associate them with?

HUH.

yeah those aren't necessarily the same thing, which is interesting

Petra's favourite colour is blue, but I associate her with red

Claudius' favourite colour is like ....... a soft, mossy forest green, sort of? but I associate him with grey

Brutus' favourite colour is blue, I have no associations for him

Lyme is like a ... maroon / burgundy sort of thing (don't ask her the difference, she'll make an incredulous face at you)

Nero I associate with teak? because of all the carving, and I do think he probably likes that a lot bc his house is mostly natural wood

Enobaria ... hm. Nero tries to surround her with calm, non-violent colours so there's probably a lot of blue-green (insert children's hospital joke here). I don't know if she has a favourite but the Capitol dresses her in red, silver and gold so she reflexively dislikes those

Callista, obviously, I associate with blood-red, and she would say that's her favourite colour because that's her Brand TM but is it? hard to say. I feel like she actually likes other colours better but branding is everything. it's probably actually jewel tones

Adessa's favourite colour is royal purple, she owns several tailored leisure suits in this colour

I associate Hera with gold (like, sunrise gold, gold-like-the-sensation-of-victory, not the material) but I know it's not her favourite, that would be so unbelievably tacky. I don't actually know what it is

Similarly I associate Odin with silver but I'm not sure what his favourite colour is

Misha is like, favourite............. colour? y'all are weird. she likes bright things and clashing patterns, not pastels. I don't associate her with colour so much as the vibe

I associate Devon with earth tones but I actually think his favourite colour is sunny yellow and sky blue

Trying to wring a preference out of Emory is ridiculous but I think she likes blue, also warm yellows and oranges for walls

Alec is a basic boy who likes navy blue and will not be shamed for it

I have NO idea what Creed's favourite colour is (he's not a boy he's a statement of faith~) but I associate the Angel of Death with black and silver

I associate Selene with silver (moon goddess / shiny knives), my instinct is that she hasn't really thought about favourite colour but I'll get back to you (EDIT: i was correct!)

Ronan, hm. Favourite colour is ........ green? I think? like a rich, deep phthalo green, or a pine tree canopy at the height of summer. I mostly associate him with black, I think

(RIP to the ones I don't know, I'll get to know you eventually <3)

THIS WAS FUN I LIKED THIS ONE :)

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2

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emma-frxst · 1 year

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Smooth Criminal (Ch. 13)

Pairing: Colossus x reader

Summary: Piotr falls in love with you, an art historian. He doesn’t know that you have a secret double life as an ex-spy turned art thief selling your stolen art to Sebastian Shaw. What happens when your two worlds collide?

warnings: none other than Piotr being a goober in the first half.

a/n- upon rewatching the x men movies, its important to note that the victor creed/ sabertooth in this story is Liev Schreiber’s sabertooth (x men origins: wolverine). Thanks for reading! comments are reblogs help me out alot.

You stood in front of the floor length mirror In your bedroom, contemplating which outfit to wear.

“What do you think, babe?” You called out to Piotr who had just gotten out of the shower.

He rounded the corner of the bathroom and in all his glory, didn’t have any clothes on. Lucky you.

“I think you worry too much darling, you will look beautiful in any outfit you wear. Plus it is only birthday dinner for Cable. Not big deal.” He replied, kissing you on the head.

“You’re not really helping me out here, Petey.”

“I’m sorry I just think you look sexy in everything.” He said, giving your ass a playful slap. He disappeared into the closet before you could get him back.

He was right though. Ever since the incident with Victor, your anxiety had been running on high. It had been months since then, yes. But you still couldn’t shake the feeling something bad was going to happen.

“We need to leave soon darling so I would appreciate if you would make your decision.”

“I’m the one going to make us late? You are the one who is being distracting, waltzing around all naked and such.”

“Daaaa, you got me there.” He said making his way into the closet once more. A smile graced your lips, he was such a cheeky guy when he wanted to be.

“Ready when you are мой дорогой” (my darling) he said, reappearing from the closet a few minutes later.

You and Piotr were going to a restaurant for cable’s birthday with the x-force, which you had grown quite fond of in your time getting to know them.

.. You were laughing and having a good time during your outing. You needed this, it was good to give your mind a break from all the worry.

You were intently listening to Wade tell a story, you looked down to cut off a bite of food and when you looked back up something, someone, in the window behind him caught your eye.

Your blood ran cold.

A chill went creeping down your spine.

Was it? No..no way he’d show up here and make a scene.

Victor.

You leaned left of Wade’s head to get a better view, but he was gone. Maybe you were just seeing things, or dreaming perhaps.

But maybe not.

“You okay y/n?” Cable’s voice bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Yeah.” You set your silverware down. “I just need some air. Excuse me.” You responded and nearly rushed out of the restaurant. Colossus not far behind.

You looked around outside, no Victor, no Shaw, no suspicious cars, nothing.

“дорогой?” (darling) colossus questioned, finding you sitting on the bench outside.

“What’s wrong?”

You foolishly thought that maybe Victor would leave you alone. That he’d let you have your life back. “Nothing, babe, just feeling a little sick.” You forced a smile. “What is really wrong?” Piotr questioned, sitting beside you.

You hesitated on what to say.

“I’ve been..really struggling with my anxiety lately. I feel like it’s taken over.”

Piotr took both your hands in his much larger ones, “We will get through it together моя любовь.” (My love) “I know a few good therapists.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

You ran a hand through his soft black hair and came to rest it on his cheek.

“You know I love you a lot, right?” You gushed, holding back tears. “Like so much”

“Da. I love you too.” He said and planted a kiss on your forehead.

You and Piotr sat in silence for another minute or so. During which time you tried to get ahold of yourself. Your efforts on that front were unsuccessful.

You promised to kill Victor if he ever hurt Piotr. But how would you? He was stronger, faster, and had a healing factor.

You decided you’d need to visit your old friend, professor X. maybe he would know, or at the least, bestow some wisdom upon you.

“Ready to go back inside?” Piotr questioned, his voice soft and gentle. Reassuring.

“Yeah.” You gave him your best smile, hoping he wouldn’t see past your façade.

“Good.” He offered you his hand.

You took it and the two of you went back inside the restaurant.

You turned your head to look behind you, just to make sure Victor wasn’t there. He wasn’t..this time.

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myfancastings-blog · 1 year

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The MCU still has a villain problem.

Are any of these villains going to come back stronger than ever, challenging the heroes into a bigger evolution of their character? No.

Either they’re never gonna come back ever or if they do they’re going to be somewhat antiheroes. Every rendition of a superhero franchise in Hollywood does not know how to write long-term villain characters.

Let’s look at dr. doom in the comics. Why do people like him? is it just because he’s a cool villain or a villain with misunderstood motives? That’s the surface level reason. It’s because every time he comes back and featured in a big way in the comics, The scheme or plot that he’s devising can very well be accomplished. Basically there’s a possibility that he’s going to win. No matter whether or not you agree with him, The fantastic four or whoever in the Marvel universe has a lot on their hands. He’s a villain that started out from ” I want to control the world“ to “I want to control the universe”.

He’s a villain that evolves that forces the hero to evolve. That’s good writing. Hollywood writers don’t know how to do that. Either they’ll kill them off after the first movie and will never see them again or we’ll never hear from them ever again unless some other writer decides to pick up where they left off. Turning them soft, into a somewhat misunderstood character. Look at what they did to the Abomination in she hulk. I mean look at Agatha, she’s coming back as an antihero in her own series. And Namor, most likely he’s gonna come back as a hero in the next installment of something. For example there’s going to be some type of next level avenger threat that’s going to happen. The heroes are going to need some extra help. Shuri it’s going to be like, I know a guy who could help us and then we’re going to have the Talocan people in the background fighting kang forces during the last epic fight scene.

Hollywood does not know how to write pure straight up villains. I mean look at Lucifer. They tried to make the fucking devil into an antihero.

I’m not saying the MCU villains are lame. They had their purpose and they were portrayed excellently by the actors. I’m just saying that we live in a world where we’re never going to get another Chris Evans Captain America movie where he fights the red skull again. Or Heath Ledger like joker returning to Challenge Batman again. I mean you at sabertooth in the comics versus him in any of the wolverine movies. Do you think the new MCU version is going to do half the stuff that Victor Creed did to Logan in the comics?

Loki was featured in 9 different projects, but he was only kind of a villain in two. Thanos was just a cameo until he became the big bad in two films.

Let’s look at Lex Luther, Wouldn’t it be interesting if we got a Superman trilogy, where he becomes more in hinged and a bigger threat to Superman with each installment. A type of trilogy where the hero becomes a better person with each movie meanwhile the villain becomes worse at the same time.

In film school, one of my screen writing teachers told us to never write a villain as a villain, but as a character that you want the audience to understand. That’s why we always refer to them as antagonist and not villains. They are somewhat an extension of the main characters story, And that works. But what if you need that antagonist for the next story. They did their job already in the previous story so what else can you do with them for the next. This is what every screenwriter in Hollywood is taught. Villains or antagonist are not being looked at as returning returning characters as antagonist to the story.

Namor and Talocan we’re definitely a major threat towards Wakanda. But are we ever going to get another story where Namor decides to wage war on the rest of the world anyway, without Wakanda help. A movie where Talocan decides to invade America. Where Sam Wilson’s Captain America teams up with Bucky and the rest of the thunderbolts to defend the United States? That sounds pretty cool but that’s never gonna happen, because Namor when featured again is going to be a hero.

A resolution is necessary. The audience wants to feel complete, Otherwise what’s the point. That’s why we always criticize Batman for throwing joker in prison. He’s gonna break out and do it again and again. But then what’s the point of the next Batman story. If Batman kills the joker then the joker has won. Every principle that Batman has for not killing his villains is thrown out the window.

You could still tell a finalize story and tell another one using the same characters. These are superheroes from comic books, ongoing stories similar to novela and soap operas. If the studios and the fans want franchises then it can’t just be one and done stories. It doesn’t work that way.

Even in real life, if all our problems are resolved in one day then what’s the point of getting up the next day. There’s always going to be threats caused by The same thing. 10 years ago America and Russia weren’t on good terms. Now guess what’s happening again. Back then Idiotic groups who called themselves superior are trying to harm and degrade people of color. Now we got other idiotic groups to call themselves white nationalist Who are trying to do the same within social media. The fight never ends, it’s how our heroes tackles each battle one by one that matters.

Ultimately what I’m trying to say in terms of MCU villains, they have a problem writing them for a long-term purpose. That doesn’t mean they’re written or acted badly. It Just that there are no longer viable characters after their first encounter as The main villain. They are used as extensions of the main character. Not as extensions of the shared universe that they’re trying to showcase.

That’s the problem that the MCU has with their villains.

#mcu phase 4 #wanda mcu #she hulk mcu #mavel #marvel studios #marvel villains #marvel universe #mcu icons #mcu namor

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seeasunset · 1 year

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ship bias!

Shipping rambles!

❖

☆ To continue my crossover ships:

Josephine (Dragon Age: Inquisition). I know I said like anyone from the game, but honestly, I can Vasco being paired up with her. She has grown on me throughout the game. Plus, I've came close to considering her romance in my playthrough. Perhaps in my next playthrough, I'll romance her.

Arno Victor Dorian (Assassin Creed: Unity). I always loved the character since I've played Unity back in 2019. I could see these two being soft with each other.

Jackie or Wei Shen (Sleeping Dogs). The thing is about these two men is that I can picture their dynamic with Vasco being platonic or romantic. It can dip between the two.

Isabela (Dragon Age). Again, this dynamic can be either platonic or romantic, I love to see them bond over their love for the seas and being a sea captain.

Honestly, anyone from Pirates of the Caribbean or Our Flag Means Death if we want to go for some sea lovers here.

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natalilwerewolfknight · 2 years

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Name : Natalia Kiara Lykaios

Species : Werewolf

Age(Chronological) :632

Age ( Physical) : 23

Hair color: abundant

Hair length: medium

Hair style : Straight with her bags swept to the side.

Eye color :Emerald green

Height: 5'4

Weight: 187

Skin tone: Tan

Personality: She doesn't trust others easily and will be rude to people who disrespect her and will not take bullshit form anyone no matter who it is . She will stand up for what is right and is not afraid to fight for what she believes in. She is also not afraid to speak her mind . She can be very blunt and not be afraid to chew others out when they are in the wrong. She has a very short temper and can be very stubborn. She is hardworking and will get what ever job she is given done. She has a strong will that is not broken easily. She is also very rebellious and will not fallow orders to well . She is kind and will protect the ones she cares about and others who can't protect them selfs . She doesn't show off her emotions very much but once you get really close to her you will sometimes see through her .she is a loner and likes to be alone most of the time but will put up with being around her friends . She is very aggressive with people she dont like. She has the habit of cussing alot .she is also very sneaky perosn but that's only when she needs to be . She is not one to back down form a fight either and is not afraid to kill either. She will also pick fights with people she doesn't like. She is very wise for her age and has learned alot of things throughout the time that she has been around. She has seen lot of death throughout the centuries so it doesn't bother her unless it is someone she is close to or an innocent perosn being killed .She has her own code that she lives up to . She hates bad vampires and kills them to keep them form harming others . She is very adventurous and impatient . She is very impulsive as well. She also gives people middle fingers when they are asseholes to her. She can be very bossy at some points and get straight to the point. She also dose not really trust others that easily it takes time for her to fully trust you

Friends : Elektra Natchios, Logan howlett, Jhonny blaze .

Birth place : Athens

Stats : used to be Princess of Athens

People she hates: Victor creed, William Stryker , Deacon frost , Quinn, Dracula and The hand .

Likes : Reading , Wrestling, being outside , drawing , fishing, camping and hanging out with friends.

Dislikes : Asswholes , Cheaters , liers , murders, evil beaters, rapistes , racism , serial killers, sexual predators who go after kids .

Favorite colors: dark blue , red , black

Last favorite color: Pink and purple

Favorite flower: rose

Scent : Pine trees and strawberrys

Cloths style : she wears a short sleeve shirt that is blue with a picture of a dragon on it and blue Jean's with combat boots. She has a leather jacket on as well along with a dragon dogtag necklace .

Father: Marcus

Mother : Olivia

Heritage: Greek

Favorite music : rock

Favorite food : Steak and hamburgers

Favorite TV shows : NCIS and nash bridges.

Job : Vampire hunter

Crush:Eric Brooks aka Blade or it depends on the rp

Voice type: she has a very soft tone of voice but when she is mad it goes deeper .

Accent : Greek

Languages she speaks : she can speak English, Greek , Italian and Laitan .

Powers: she can turn into a werewolf . She also has heighten senses, superhuman strength, superhuman reflexes, Superhuman agility, superhuman speed , Healing factor , Retractable claws and teeth.

Skills: expert swordsman, Marksman , knows a little bit of marshal arts , Expert tracker, Knows how to survive in the wilderness , good at riding on horseback and fighting on horse back . She knows how to Smith her own weapons .

Tattoos : she has a tattoo of a wolf on her back and a wolf howling at the moon on her shoulder.

Priceings:None

Weakness : Sliver , Wolfsbane , Decapation, Fire , High-pitched noises.

Hero or Villain: Anti hero

Things that she finds annoying: pepole who talk to much , when others ask her to many questions and being told what to do.

Quotes she goes by : always expect the unexpected , when life gives you lemons throw them at somebody. Never give up no matter how tough things get. There is always a light through the darkest tunnel.

Extra: she also use to be a knight .

Bio : she was born in Athens in Greece to king Marcus and Queen Olivia. She grew up being taught how a princess but really never took in the lessons to heart . She was always very rebellious and went her own way. She also never wear dresses .she always preferred men's clothes which both her mother and father did not approve off . She would also sneak out to take sword lessons form one of the knights named Sir lance. When Natiala got older and into a teenager she became Sir Lance's squire even thought her father disapproved of it but her mother sported her on her choice . Years later when she turned 21 she become a full knight . Six months later her kingdom was attacked by vampires many innocents died that night including her parents which struck her hard with grief and wanting revenge for what had happened she many not of been that close to her parents but she still loved them. The very next night she began to head out when Sir Lance stopped her form leaving he told her that she would not stand a chance against the vampires that attacked her kingdom the way she was but he could help her . Natalia not knowing what he was offering agreed fo let him help her . Sir Lance then turned into a werewolf and bite her on the shoulder which resulted into her becoming a werewolf.

Weapons: Sword , bow and arrow , Guns , hunting knives, and throwing stars .

Them song : The anmial I have become by there days of grace.

Cloths during vampire hunting : she uses her knight armor.

Favorite drink: Orange soda

Favorite sesson: Spring and fall

Favorite moive: Steven kings the shining

Favorite books : Harry Potter, Wings of Fire , Lord of the rings and the Inheritance cycle.

Favorite place to be : Natalias favorite spot to be is In the woods.

Birthday: October 31

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Social Class: Middle

Morality: She gose by the code of Chivalry

Least favorite food: Spinage and Bruslespourts

Least favorite drinks: Black coffee

#blade rp #marvle #horror rp #role play #my ocs

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ofdistricts · 3 months

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anya chalotra . cis woman . she / her ➶ i recognise that face ! that’s zoya creed , the twenty eight year old medic from the capitol . they’re lucky to be in the capitol during such a special games , and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so capable & clumsy. – * cabel gallowale romantic wanted connection.

NAME. zoya creed. NICKNAMES. zo. AGE. twenty - eight. GENDER / PRONOUNS. cis woman. she / her. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. heterosexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. with cabel gallowale. OCCUPATION. medic.

POSITIVE TRAITS. capable, intelligent, gentle, kind and approachable. NEGATIVE TRAITS. stubborn, a dreamer, unrealistic, clumsy and paranoid.

zoya was always tender - hearted as a child, some might say too soft. she strayed from her family often, talked to anyone who approached her and could make a friend out of anybody. she often felt like an outsider, like she didn't belong in the family she was born into.

she took an interest in medicine from an early age, often spending her time practicing on dolls and anyone who would volunteer there time. this didn't change as she got older, in fact whenever she was able to she would find ways to heal or help anyone who had need of her. that help extended to the districts when able.

she soon found her path as a medic and it wasn't long after this that she met cabel gallowale, the victor from district 5. she hadn't meant to fall for him, she knew it was wrong - that nobody would approve and if anybody were to find out they'd be ripped away from one another. but zoya couldn't help herself, nor could she deny the instant attraction she felt for him and the love that followed.

now she finds herself feeling more out of place than ever. wanting nothing more than to be with him, wherever that might be, she knows one day soon she may very well betray her own family to be with him - but the thought of doing such and the possibility of losing him keeps her where she is. for now.

WANTED CONNECTIONS : best friend & assistant.

#song.intro #will add to but its a start!!

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that-mean-ginger-kid · 2 years

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Clara climbing up to sit on victors shoulder: do i even weigh anything to you?

Victor: no. Its like holding a couple of grapes.

#comics #marvel #xmen #sabretooth #victor creed #clara creed #creed siblings #im soft for them #i want this stupid family to get their shit together and get along

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honey-minded-hivemind · 7 months

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⛰🐉Jade Mountain Academy⏳📜 AU Names, Winglets, and Job/Position List...

(Note: So, here's the thing. I realized, oh, wow, there aren't enough kids/teens in one X-Men series media that will cover the amount needed for the winglets... So, I did the best I could, and found enough to cover three winglets full of ten members, one from each tribe. This series combines parts from the Animated Series and Evolution. This is its own new thing, not quiet one or the other. For some characters, like Jubilee, Gambit, and Sabretooth, I prefer to imagine their Animated Series look and dynamics. For others like Wolverine, Magneto, and the majority of the students, I'm imagining Evolution. And a few are combined. Just imagine your preferred form of the character, okay? Enjoy!)

Teachers:

• Charles Xavier/Professor Xavier: NightWing

• Name: Charitable

• Description: night black scales with hints of gray; the silver scales of his wings curl inward, like a shell; sharp gray-blue eyes; partially paralyzed tail, which makes flying difficult; cares for the students; is the headmaster, but also runs the library, and teaches literature

• Ororo Munroe/Storm: SeaWing

• Name: Monsoon

• Description: sea foam green scales; pearl green webbing; mist blue eyes; aunt of Ebb; motherly; teaches music and culture

• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: HiveWing

• Name: Leafcutter

• Description: warm amber orange scales zig-zagged with thick lines of iridescent black; black scales around eyes; deep brown eyes; father of Lacewing; possibly related to Velvet; secretly cares for the students; teaches history and art

• Hank McCoy/Beast: SilkWing

• Name: Burgundy

• Description: twilight blue, maple brown, and cloud gray scales; has large wings spotted with lemon yellow, deep indigo, and warm sepia; soft blue-brown eyes; large; big talons; warm; polite; teaches science

• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: RainWing

• Name: Ravishing

• Description: vivid blue and blood red scales dappled with cream and gold; goldfish-gold eyes; master of disguise; a bit scary; Karner's mother, and Roguethought's adopted mother; teaches anatomy and health

• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: HiveWing

• Name: Velvet

• Description: amber orange, pale yellow, and caramel scales striped with fuzzy swathes of black; amber yellow eyes; giant; intense; age is unknown; possibly related to Leafcutter; teaches hunting and self-defense

• Erik Lehnsherr/Magnus/Magneto: LeafWing

• Name: Machineel

• Description: gray-green scales dappled with faded gold; lichen green-tinged membranes; pale green eyes; old friend of Charitable, possibly used to date; older; father of Scarab and Pieris; teaches math, and is a substitute for history, often helps Charitable in the library

Winglets:

Jade:

• HiveWing: Reader

• Name: ... (Bumblebee, Firefly, Dauber, Jewel?)

• Description: ink black scales dappled with honey yellow and warm orange scales; honey golden eyes; has a tail stinger; cautious; compassionate; intelligent; shares a sleeping cave with Jackal

• IceWing: Bobby Drake/Iceman

• Name: Blizzard

• Description: ice blue scales tinged with frost white; sky blue eyes; funny; shares a sleeping cave with Ebb and Karner

• LeafWing: Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix

• Name: Jessamine

• Description: emerald green scales; pinkish-red membranes; soft green eyes; kind; acts as an older sister towards the Jade Winglet, except for Scarp, whom she is dating; shares a sleeping cave with Roguethought and Kumquat

• MudWing: Remy LeBeau/Gambit:

• Name: Reed

• Description: ruddy brown scales; tall; reddish-brown eyes; has a Southern accent; charming; is dating Roguethought; shares a sleeping cave with Scarp

• NightWing: Anne-Marie/Rogue

• Name: Roguethought

• Description: ebony black scales with stray silver scales; the silver scales on her wings spiral outward; dark brown eyes; was born under one full moon; is a mind-reader, who is averse to touch due to it enhancing her power; wears jade green gloves; has a Southern accent; dating Reed; shares a sleeping cave with Jessamine and Kumquat;

• RainWing: Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat

• Name: Kumquat

• Description: lilac purple and blush pink scales; pale pink eyes; sunny; is a vegetarian; shares a sleeping cave with Jessamine and Roguethought

• SandWing: Jubilation Lee/Jubilee

• Name: Jackal

• Description: golden scales with darker triangle patterns across her wings; warm brown eyes; bubbly; wears a pink scarf; shares a sleeping cave with ... (Reader)

• SeaWing: Evan Daniels/Spyke

• Name: Ebb

• Description: ocean green scales; lake foam green webbing; light green eyes; lithe; nephew of Monsoon; shares a sleeping cave with Blizzard and Karner

• SilkWing: Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

• Name: Karner

• Description: dusk blue scales with freckles of wine red and pale gold; golden-yellow eyes; wears a silver cuff; son of Ravishing; part RainWing; shares a sleeping cave with Blizzard and Ebb

• SkyWing: Scott Summers/Cyclops

• Name: Scarp

• Description: ruby red scales; pale russet eyes; has to wear red quartz glasses due to an eye condition; acts as an older brother to most of the Jade Winglet, except for Jessamine, whom he is dating; Alp's older brother; shares a sleeping cave with Reed

Gold:

• HiveWing: Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

• Name: Scarab

• Description: carmine red and jet black scales, dappled like ink-blots; part LeafWing; stand-offish; Machineel's daughter; Pieris' twin sister; has a painful, venomous bite; cares about Pieris; older twin; shares a sleeping cave with Bromeliad

• IceWing: Piotr Rasputin/Colossus

• Name: Caribou

• Description: bright silver scales; warm blue eyes; friendly; large; has a Russian accent; older brother of Crystal; protective of everyone; shares a sleeping cave with Warwinner

• LeafWing: Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

• Name: Pieris

• Description: pale gray-green scales, akin to lichen and moss; arrogant; part HiveWing; Machineel's son; Scarab's twin brother; cares about Scarab; younger twin; shares a sleeping cave with Armadillo

• MudWing: Fred "Freddy" Dukes/Blob

• Name: Fern

• Description: clay yellow-brown scales; big; acts as an older brother to Tide; slight accent; shares a sleeping cave with Tide

• NightWing: Warren Worthington the 3rd/Angel

• Name: Warwinner

• Description: blueish-black and gray scales; wings have silver scales splashed out like speckles on a dove; is a strong flier; shares a sleeping cave with Caribou

• RainWing: Tabitha "Tabby" Smith/Boom-Boom

• Name: Bromeliad

• Description: strawberry red and pink scales with sunny yellow accents; loud; tangerine orange eyes; shares a sleeping cave with Scarab

• SandWing: Lance Alvers/Avalanche

• Name: Armadillo

• Description: dusty khaki scales with diamond patterns down his spine akin to a viper; chocolate brown sail; shiny black eyes; shares a sleeping cave with Pieris

• SeaWing: Todd Tolanksy/Toad

• Name: Tide

• Description: eel-green scales; yellow-green eyes; tiny; is like a younger brother to Fern; shares a sleeping cave with Fern

• SilkWing: St. John Allerdyce/Pyro

• Name: Polyphemus

• Description: sunset orange, bright yellow, and deep red scales; is a flamesilk; has gone through Metamorphosis; has an Australian accent; likes to char the food he eats; shares a sleeping cave with Alp

• SkyWing: Alex Summers/Havok

• Name: Alp

• Description: pale orange and gold scales like a sunrise; goldfish-orange eyes; Scarp's younger brother; has a slight accent; shares a sleeping cave with Polyphemus

Quartz:

• HiveWing: Laura Kinney/X-23/Wolverine 2.0

• Name: Lacewing

• Description: honey orange scales with thin zig-zags of iridescent black scales; black scales band her eyes; brown-green eyes; daughter of Leafcutter; small; fierce; shares a sleeping cave with Crystal

• IceWing: Illyana Rasputin/Magik

• Name: Crystal

• Description: moon white scales with hints of sky blue; cool blue eyes; has a Russian accent; Caribou's younger sister; is the oldest of the Silver Winglet; protective of them; shares a sleeping cave with Lacewing

• LeafWing: James "Jamie" Maddox/Multiple

• Name: Jumbie

• Description: bright leaf green scales with hints of bronze; wood brown eyes; youngest student; shares a sleeping cave with Ferocious and Fruit Bat

• MudWing: Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane

• Name: Woodduck

• Description: hazelnut brown scales; sees the Quartz Winglet as her sibs; hazel eyes; shares a sleeping cave with Desert and Maroon

• NightWing: Forge

• Name: Ferocious

• Description: dark charcoal black scales; the silver scales on his wings are in starburst patterns; gray eyes; tinkers with metal; shares a sleeping cave with Jumbie and Fruit Bat

• RainWing: Ray Crisp/Berserker

• Name: Fruit Bat

• Description: lightning yellow and ginger scales with acidic green stripes; lime green eyes; caring; shares a sleeping cave with Jumbie and Ferocious

• SandWing: Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage

• Name: Desert

• Description: tawny scales covered in brown flecks; deep brown eyes; wears a pendant necklace; shares a sleeping cave with Wooduck and Maroon

• SeaWing: Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball

• Name: Snail

• Description: navy blue-gray scales; pale blue webbing; stormcloud-blue eyes; has a slight accent; thin; polite; shares a sleeping cave with Swift

• SilkWing: Roberto da Costa/Sunspot

• Name: Swift

• Description: dark chestnut brown and flame orange scales; candelight-yellow eyes; has not gone through Metamotphosis yet; shares a sleeping cave with Snail

• SkyWing: Amara Juliana Olivia Aquilla/Magma

• Name: Maroon

• Description: fiery red and ember orange scales; burning yellow eyes; is a firescales; shares a sleeping cave with Woodduck and Desert

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storytimefromthecreed · 4 years

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Qu’est-ce que c’est?

“You’re an imbecile.”

“Hey! It happens to everyone!” Arno countered. Demetri, hearing some potential drama and entertainment, headed into the Café. The scene was like so: Arno and Phillip were in the middle of a heated debate in the empty eating area, a cup of something hot in front of them and a pile of pastries between them. Phillip jut his chin out, as he did when he was upset. His cheeks were tinted, and his eyes were wide so that Demetri could see the whites of them.

Strolling over to the table, Demetri eyed a croissant and plucked it from the plate just as he pulled up a chair and sat between them. “Don’t mind me. Please, continue.” He nodded between them.

With a roll of his eyes, Arno pushed a cup towards him and began pouring his drink. Hot chocolate! The sweet aroma from the frothy drink reached his nose and made Demetri smile. It made sense considering it was the middle of the night. Having returned from a mission, the gang finished their Assassin work in the Bureau and headed to Arno’s to relax a bit before heading to bed. This had become a tradition of theirs.

Arno gave Demetri a nod, but it was Phillip who spoke to him first. “Demetri, Arno has me at a loss for words.”

“It happens everyone!” Arno repeated and they ignored him.

“What’s that thing that we have?” Phillip put his arm up and began drawing it in the air.

“What in hell are you doing?” Demetri asked, and Arno pointed at him.

“See! I told you! You’re not explaining it right!”

“Ok, if someone hadn’t made me forget what it was, then we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Phillip retorted.

The fight continued as Gérard walked in. Demetri repeated softly to himself, “Something we have? Trauma? Issues with father figures?...”

“Gérard!” Arno beckoned, “What’s that thing? What’s it called?” Arno began moving his arms in the air and Gérard paused.

“What the hell are you doing?” He questioned, staying where he was and taking in the scene.

“The THING!” Phillip copied and stood to wave his arms. Arno stood also, and Demetri finally rose too.

“Ok, it’s not like that.” He moved his arms about, judging the two of them. “I swear to God, if that’s how you’re doing it then you’re terrible Assassins.”

“Oh, first you’re insulting the way I speak and now it’s my skills?” Arno grumbled, his arms still moving. “Who was it that stopped a traitor?”

“The same man who-” Phillip began, changing his pose but keeping his arms up.

“Is feeding you.” Arno cut in chuckled, tossing a pastry at Phillip. He caught it and began doing his poses with it in hand. “That’s what I thought.”

Gérard grasped the bridge of his nose. “Ok, you three, stop it. What are you on about?”

Demetri was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide as he’d forgotten it too. “Oh, that thing! The thingy!” He flailed his arms.

“Oh! It’s called…” His eyes went wide. Gérard now understood and began posing. “I always said hanging with you lot would kill my brain, I’ve forgotten it!”

“Damn it!” Demetri dipped his croissant in his hot chocolate and took a bite. He normally did this with his coffee as well, but the guys had known him for so long that his eating habits were no longer strange to them. “We were so-”

The final member of their party arrived, and when she walked in, she caught all four of them in various fight poses. Punching the air, flexing their wrists, reaching for one another in an awkward and strange dance. She froze, and their faces lit up! “Babe!” They all called, and Arno growled at all of them, his brows furrowed and his pout prominent. When he’d began dating Genevieve, he didn’t know that they all would too. It began as a joke between the four friends because they’d heard Arno calling her that one day, and then they began to too.

“Are you all alright?” She side eyed them before stepping closer. Was she missing a joke? Was this a bit between them? The friends were close and usually extremely strange together, so she didn’t want to be rude if this was a game they played.

“Geneieve, what’s that thing that we all have?” Demetri asked, and her eyes grew wide and she gave them a strange look.

“Men in general or…?”

“Not like that.” Phillip stepped between Demetri and her. “Don’t listen to him, he’s not explaining it right.”

“Hey! You guys were at it long before I came in.”

“Phillip, leave Demetri alone.” Arno stepped in, and Demetri stuck his tongue at the youngest Frenchmen.

Phillip crossed his arms. “Oh, like you’re much better, Monsieur,” Phillip began making awkward poses in the air and Arno interjected.

“Hey! I didn’t do all that. It’s this!” Arno began putting his arms in the air again and then Genevieve let out a big,

“Ohhhhh!”

The guys turned around, for all in the room recognized that as an exclamation of understanding.

“See.” Gérard gestured to them. “I told you she’d be able to figure it out for us. Go on, mon amie, what’s that thing?”

“A Hidden Blade?” She said, and there were face palms, sighs of relief, and nods all around.

“That’s it!”

“It was on the tip of my tongue.”

“No one mention this in the Bureau.”

Her and Gérard finally approached the table. Demetri left his seat so she could sit with Arno and then took his place beside Phillip. Resting his elbow in the young Assassin’s shoulder, as was his way, and poured the drinks for the new members of the table.

Arno gave her a quick kiss and they intertwined their fingers. “Have a nice night?” He asked, his eyes only on her. A softness overtook him when she was beside him, noticeable in his voice, his face, and his body language. Arno was a man madly in love.

“A good night, thank you for asking.” She thanked Demetri for the hot drink and looked around the table before she sipped. “But it appears you had a harder night than me. A Hidden Blade? How did you forget that?”

“It’s been a long night.” Phillip said sheepishly, but Gérard cut in.

“Don’t let them lie to you. We’ve known they were fools since the beginning.” He chuckled at this and the conversation turned wholesome and the night was filled with laughs.

When the others had gone home, and Arno and she cuddled in bed, a giggling overtook her. Pressing his lips to her shoulder and then her ear, he laughed with her before asking, “What’s got you in fits at this hour?” A kiss as soft as rose petals brushed against her cheek and she laughed as quietly as she could.

“Hidden Blade.”

Arno’s groan brought another fit, and he tightened his arms around her. “I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?” He was laughing along, enjoying her enjoying him at his silliest.

“Not until the next time.”

He groaned once more, burying his face into her shoulder, and kissing her everywhere he could reach before she turned around and caught his mouth. They kissed and held one another, just enjoying being together, because they both knew they would be a next time. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces and love in their hearts.

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emma-frxst · 2 years

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Smooth Criminal ch 12

Pairing: colossus x reader

Warnings: alcohol mention, bar setting, violence, language, mentions of k!lling

A/n- I apologize for weird format I’m on mobile! I’ve got a few (maybe 3-4) more chapters for this fic! I’ve loved writing it. Thanks for your support! Happy reading!

The strap of your duffel bag dug into your shoulder as you walked along the dimly lit sidewalk. You shifted it to the other shoulder, relief washed over you for a moment.

It was still winter in New York. Plowed snow was piled high on the edges of the sidewalk, Christmas decor still hung from the light poles. You and Piotr had spent a wonderful holiday together. Recent memories began to flood your mind. Most of your time was spent enjoying his delicious cooking. And you couldn’t forget winning the ugly sweater contest with the x-force, whom you’d grown quite fond of. Your happy thoughts of Christmas time with Piotr were interrupted by the stench of the bar filling your nostrils.

You were meeting Victor to drop off the vase you had stolen on your most recent assignment. As you entered the bar, more and more knots formed in your stomach. The contents of your duffel bag were not the vase, but rather the blueprints, security records- the things they had given you to do the job in the first place. You blamed it on Piotr’s inherent goodness rubbing off on you…you just couldn’t do the job.

You found victor with his usual drink choice of whiskey. Of all the years you’d been working for Sebastian Shaw and with Victor Creed, you’d never seen him drink anything else.

“Out of the 10 years I’ve known you, you’ve only ever drank whiskey.” You said, sitting across from victor.

A sly smile crossed his features at your comment.

“You know that they say, y/n, If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” He replied bluntly.

“Fair enough.” You stated, sliding the duffel bag across the table.

Creed picked up the bag and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Your heart began racing, your palms grew sweaty. you watched his every move- your eyes wide.

He unzipped the bag, looking at the contents.

Your eyes darted between him and the bag.

He let out a chuckle which then turned into full on laughter.

He looked at you, the disappointment on his face unmistakable.

“Don’t tell me that metal man is making you soft, y/n..”

Your face turned sour and you crossed your arms.

“Ohh it is, isn’t it?” An evil grin appeared on his face, his fangs looking extra sharp

“Then when I’m done killing you-“ his face dropped into a scowl. “Me and Shaw will pay him a little visit.”

“No!” You exclaimed, slamming your hands on the table. “Touch him and I will kill you so hard your healing factor won’t come back.”

Victor leaned back in his seat, letting out a chuckle, then a full on laugh. He thought this was funny, what a bastard.

“And a x-force member too, oh this will be good.” Victor continued his sick laughter.

‘This isn’t going to end well’ your instincts told you.

You had been doing this for a long time, even longer if you count your days as a SHIELD special operations spy. You’d seen many situations akin to this.

You reached for your knife in your coat pocket, keeping your upper body still so victor wouldn’t notice. Lucky for you Victor chose a booth to sit in, so your actions would be veiled.

You held your knife level with victor’s kneecap.

After calming back down from his laughter again, Victor spoke. “You know y/n I never thought you’d quit the-“

His words were drowned out by your pulse pounding in your ears. With your adrenaline pumping, you took your chance.

You plunged your knife right into Victor’s knee, hitting the the soft cartilage space between his kneecap and tibia. You never missed.

Victor yelled out in pain and grabbed his knee.

You ran.

As fast as your legs would carry you, but you still felt like that wasn’t fast enough.

You finally got to the door pushing it open so hard you nearly knocked it off its hinges.

“You bitch!” You heard Victor tell from inside.

You didn’t have a lot of time before Victor caught up with you. You knew when he ran on all fours he was inhumanly fast and unforgiving. You, for one, did not want your fate to be a brutal knock- down-drag-out with sabertooth.

You stopped a few yards from the bar’s entrance. You had to think and think fast. You knew couldn’t outrun him, but you could outsmart him.

You climbed on top of the trash cans and then the awning, and finally parkour-ed your way onto the roof. You hoped the buzzing of the neon sign and the smell of the garbage would trick his superhuman senses enough to keep him off your trail.

Sabertooth bursted through the bar’s front doors on all fours, scowling. He looked around, searching for any sign of you. Luckily there was no fresh snow to leave footprints in. He sniffed the air, trying to find your scent.

You heart was pounding, your whole body shaking, but you had to be quiet. you tried to take deep, quiet breaths but the bitter cold pierced your lungs with such ferocity, it made breathing difficult.

“You can’t hide from me y/n, from Shaw! I’ll get my chance at you soon enough! He yelled at nothing in particular, still searching his surroundings for you.

After a minute, he angrily walked back inside and reappeared a moment later with your duffel bag slung over his shoulder. You figured he wasn’t in the mood to really hunt you, or he would’ve.

A car soon pulled up to retrieve him.

You breathed a sigh of relief as the car drove away, pieces of ice from the road crunching under its tires. Your plan worked.

Once you felt like you were in the clear, you wandered to the street to call a cab.

One pulled up and you immediately got in.

You gave the driver your address and off you went. Back home, back to safety, back to Piotr.

You looked behind you once more, just to be sure.

Nothing.

No Victor, no angry mob chasing you.

Just as you started to catch your breath, your phone began vibrate.

Piotr was calling you.

Shit

You took some deep breaths in attempt to slow your racing heart and steady your shaky voice.

“Hi sweetie.” You answered as calmly as possible.

“Hello, дорогой (darling), is everything alright? I have just arrived at your apartment and you are not here.” Colossus said, his accent seemed a little extra thick tonight. You loved it.

“Yeah, everything’s peachy.” You said, lying through your fucking teeth. “I just um…wanted some good hot chocolate from the place on Main Street, you want some?” You explained, hoping he wouldn’t hear the worry in your voice.

“Oh, da. That sounds wonderful.” He replied.

“Ok great, I will be back soon with hot chocolate. I love you.”

“благодарю вас, дорогой (thank you,darling) I love you too.” Colossus hung up.

You let out a sigh of relief, but that relief didn’t last long as your entire body filled with anxiety. The last thing you wanted was Piotr finding out about you.

You intended to keep your word to Victor, you’d kill him, anybody, or anything when it came to protecting Piotr. Not to say that he couldn’t handle himself physically, of course he could. His skin was quite literally made of steel, but his heart? Not so much.

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