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bob reynolds x reader

summary: no one wants to talk about how close you came to dying, everyone walking on eggshells until bob finds out what really happened and asks why no one trusted him enough to tell the truth; you both know the reason involves your mutual feelings.

tags: some angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, idiots in love, yearning, light descriptions of violence, reader is held at gunpoint during a mission, mentions of wounds and bruises, tiny bleed, shame room, everyone in the watchtower knows you and bob are in love, bob has a cat (he gets her in this one shot that absolutely does not require to be read to enjoy this!)

word count: 2k

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It’s unusually quiet when you step in and join the room, so quiet that you would have first guessed no one is actually here, so it comes as a shock when you hear the faint sizzling of the pan over the stove and see Walker and Ava cooking in a peaceful, unusual, almost unsettling silence considering they usually can’t stop bickering and picking at each other.

Yelena is sitting at the table lazily filing her nails, Bob is tucked away in his reading nook, and you glance around but Bucky and Alexei are nowhere to be seen, so you assume they’re down at the training floor.

You pull a chair and sit across from Yelena, making her glance up at you with a compassionate, gentle smile before she resumes her business. “You okay?” she asks simply, polishing her nails back and forth.

You hum softly and nod, repressing anything more. The truth is you’re exhausted and your limbs ache more than the painkillers can handle, and you’ve developed an awful headache from the pressure of it all, but you would rather leave today behind.

You know the reason everyone is so uptight and quiet, you know why the air feels so heavy. You’re painfully aware of the tension you have brought into the group after what happened during the mission, and you know how everyone feels despite no one really talking about it or letting it seep through except for that cold, weighing silence and the gentle motion as if everyone is afraid it will break the space around you. 

The overwhelming quiet after the storm.

“I filed the report and got it sent to Valentina” you announce in a mutter.

Yelena’s eyes are back on you in a second. “Did you make it true to what happened?”

You nervously play with your fingers, picking at the skin around your nails, giving her a shake of the head. You can see Walker and Ava closely listening from the corner of your eye, exchanging a look before they resume their task when you look in their direction. 

You sink back into your chair, wincing in discomfort when the shift in position painfully jabs at your side and steals your breath. “We didn’t tell Bob,” Yelena declares, setting her nail file down. “We figured we would save him the worry. We know how much he cares about you” she says, prompting you to look over your shoulder at Bob reading, earbuds in, blissfully unaware of the heavy atmosphere of the room. 

Your heart tightens inside your ribcage but you are convinced it doesn’t have anything to do with the nagging pain of your wounded body. “Yeah, we should move on” you agree, turning back to Yelena. “Let’s not talk about that again,” you offer.

“We got to thank you one last time though” she grins with a slight tilt of her head. “You really put yourself out there for us. I doubt we would have made it if you didn’t offer yourself and put your life on the line for us. As stupid as it was”

You chuckle softly. “Come on, what’s a few broken ribs and a bet that could have easily gotten me killed?” you joke with a grin, the ache at your temple strangely familiar and similar to the feeling of the gun barrel pointed at it hours ago. 

Despite the joke, you try to shake the feeling and memory away, grounding yourself with the thought that you’re here, you’re home, you’re safe, and there will only be bad dreams to catch up on you, nothing real.

You turn and lightly clear your throat when you hear Bob shift across the room, removing his wired earbuds, Yelena quietly quickly dismissing the conversation by not adding onto it, looking at you with a knowing glance. 

“Bob, buddy, train your cat not to jump over the fucking counter when we’re cooking” Ava points at the evidence, the black cat meowing in response. 

“Sorry, I’ll work on that” Bob says with an apologetic quirk of his lips as he gets Missy off the kitchen counter and puts her down on the floor. “She’s just hungry, it’s feeding time. C’mon Missy,” Bob calls, and the cat follows his every step as he grabs the box containing her food, needing to push her head aside when she already has it in the bowl even before he gets to pour her food. 

“You can also work on those fangs of hers,” Walker remarks. “She bit me this morning.” 

“Oh I’m sure you deserved it” Yelena casually mutters. Bob tilts his head in silent agreement, a small smirk threatening to grow on his face, and you can’t help but silently snort, the tension finally beginning to lift. 

You feel safe here. It all feels warmer. 

—

Missy is curled onto your bed, slowly blinking her sleepy yellowish eyes at you, not moving even as much as a millimeter when you sit down at the edge, not far from her. 

A painful sigh escapes you, hand instinctively coming to clutch onto your badly wounded side in naive hope that the heat of your hand would make the pain subside just for a moment, but even the rising and falling of your chest as you breathe makes it hurt.

Your hand leaves your side and you try to compose yourself when you hear a soft knock at the door, Bob’s head peeking in the slight opening. “Hi– just checking in, have you seen– oh” he pinches his lips into a smile when you lean to the side – painfully, but you try your best for it not to show – and reveal Missy sleeping behind you.

“I didn’t close the door all the way so she made her way in,” you turn to look at the cat now peacefully sleeping.

“Sorry for that–”

“What are you apologizing for? I don’t mind. At all” you shrug. 

Bob pinches a smile again, repressing another apology like you all have been teaching him, having been working on making him stop apologizing for everything and anything. 

“Okay, I’ll–” he starts to back away, but suddenly stops, a worried frown forming over his face as he points a finger at you. “You– You’re bleeding”

You look down at yourself and see the spot of blood seeping through your shirt, a curse escaping under your breath. Bob quickly comes to your side, sitting down next to you. 

Then, the second his hand rests over your arm, you’re sucked in.

Back there. 

Your breath falls short again as you're standing in front of yourself, the version of yourself a few hours ago, gun kissing your temple. You watch as the civilian you willingly replaced breaks down in sobs, two other people clutching his side, leading him away from the scene.

When you turn around, the whole team is in front of you, just the way they were earlier, only this time, Bob is also there.

That's when you get it. His touch triggered this.

The scene unfolds, excruciatingly slowly for the second time today, and Bob watches intently, mouth slightly agape as Walker points his gun, as Yelena tries to reason with the man holding the gun to your head, as Alexei gets ready to charge onto him at any opening that could be offered.

You and Bob both remain silent as it goes on, flinching when the man threatening you readjusts and grips harder onto his gun, but you both know for a reason he eventually won’t go through with it.

Bucky steps forward and offers the man a deal, and everything seems to accelerate again as the man eventually gives up and kicks a knee onto your side before he violently drops you to the ground like a marionette with cut strings, your body crashing onto the same side you have been kicked. The man runs away while you groan and clutch the ground in pain, Alexei and Bucky rushing to you while the rest of them go after the man, Ava shifting through to stop him in his run and Walker giving him a hit of his folded shield, knocking him out. 

Then, like you just blinked, you’re back in your bedroom, sitting next to Bob. Your eyes widen over him like you have seen a ghost, and he seems equally distraught, if not more.

“I’m sorry– You know I can’t control it” he pulls away, visibly shaken by what just happened.

“I know.”

You swallow, hard. The room remains heavy with silence until Bob speaks. “Why didn’t you tell me? Any of you?” 

You sigh, rubbing a hand over your eyes. “It was easier that way”

He nods and hums. “So much for trying to make me feel included” he smiles bitterly, hurt.

You close your eyes for a second, suddenly aware of how wrong it sounded. “Bob” you reach for him and pull him back when he tries to leave. This time, you remain here, and your hand stays over his arm. “I didn’t mean it that way” you nod seriously. He readjusts his position over the bed. “We decided to just put it under the rug and not talk about it anymore. I even lied in the report. Valentina won’t hear about that but it wasn’t meant for the same reasons as you”

He frowns softly, listening intently. His gaze is focused on you, like your face could speak hidden facts directly.

“If we decided not to tell you it’s not because we don’t trust you or something” you explain with a small shake of your head, looking at him earnestly. “It was probably wrong that we tried to hide something like this from you, but we just didn’t want you to worry.” you nod. Your throat feels tight from the pressure, invisible hands grasping at you, suffocating you. “Because we know you care.”

“You’re damn right I do” he mutters, his dark blue eyes slightly flickering. 

You can't exactly read his expression; it sits between frustration and something else that translates into the softness of his gaze but that you couldn't really pinpoint.

But you don't ask yourself any more questions. You have grown tired of it, and today might as well have been the last straw, so you do this the exact same way you did on the mission; you rush into it. 

You rush into taking his face into your hands, pressing your lips against his without even questioning yourself. 

A soft sound escapes his mouth as you do, but before you can even begin to wonder if you’ve startled him, he reaches for you with hesitant hands, as if he’s afraid to touch you, before they eventually come to rest at your neck for good. 

When you pull back, your foreheads are still pressed together, his lips still lightly grazing yours before a contented smile lights up his face, his knuckles brushing against your face with more confidence he suspected he could have. 

It feels like behind pulled back to the surface when you hear Missy’s high pitched meowing, making you both turn in her direction, making her desire for attention obvious when she sits right in the tight space between the both of you; it’s tricky, but she still manages to adopt a strange position that makes it fit.

Bob huffs out a laugh, petting her back, looking back up at you and watching the amused smile over your face when Missy stretches her lithe body under his scratches, asking for more. 

You hiss softly when a fresh shot of pain courses through you, reminding you of the current state of your body, and Bob’s expression instantly shifts into a more serious one. “You gotta let me help,” 

“That’s fine” you dismiss, trying to convince yourself that not giving importance to your pain will make it lessen; everything would be so much easier if it worked that way.

Bob’s head tilts slightly. “Trust me,” he mutters. “I know a thing or two about bruises”

You give him a bittersweet, compassionate smile before eventually surrendering, letting him take a look, assessing the situation before he takes it as his personal mission to look after you the way he wished he could have been looked after when he needed it.

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Things come to a head when you decide to confront the Mikaelsons, before your magic consumes you.

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The building was a ruin, a pile of rubble, and the ground was covered in vines and roots, spreading out and delving deep into the ground. The street was cracked and broken, and the air was thick with the smell of death and decay.

Wolves, witches and any other enemy to the vampires were clambering over the ruins, hacking away at the wood, taking whatever they could.

Maeve was giddy, stumbling around cheering and encouraging the rabble. You watched her hack off a smaller branch and start whittling at it with a dagger, laughing and dancing around.

"Take as much as you can! Don't stop!" She shouted, a feral grin on her face.

She handed off her newly made stake to one of the wolves, who looked at it, confused.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked, his brow furrowing.

"Stab a fucking vampire!" She yelled, and then turned back to her task, snapping off another branch.

You were watching from afar, sitting on the curb, your mind still reeling. You couldn't believe it. They were all gone.

Agnes, Beatrice, Ava, Liza, the coven, all of your friends, gone. But you could still feel their magic inside you, their essence lingering. It made you sick, the way it made you feel powerful, but it also filled you with guilt.

"This is the best day of my life," Maeve said, skipping over to you, her arms laden with branches.

"Really?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, definitely," she said, dropping her load on the ground, her eyes alight with joy, "it's not every day that you destroy a thousand year old evil and become a god."

"You're not a god," you said, shaking your head.

"Oh but I am," she said, her smile growing, "and so are you! Can't you feel it? The power, the energy, the magic, it's all ours now, the city is ours!"

She was practically vibrating with excitement, and you couldn't help but smile.

"It is pretty amazing," you admitted, looking up at the giant tree, "but I can't believe they're all gone."

Maeve's expression grew somber and she sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

"I know," she said, squeezing you close, "but it's okay. We all knew the risks, and we all did this together. They'll be watching over us, guiding us."

You nodded, sniffling and wiping the tears from your face.

"I didn't think I would make it, honestly," she said, letting out a soft laugh, "I was so sure I was gonna die, I didn't think I was strong enough, or smart enough. But I did, and I'm here, and now, we're gonna win."

You looked at her, a smile tugging at your lips, and then a werewolf jumped onto the curb, brandishing his new stake.

"I dedicate this stake to Klaus Mikaelson! The great abomination!" He bellowed, and the crowd of vengeful rabble cheered, pumping their fists and screaming. "I shall sink it into his heart and watch the life drain from his eyes!”

The group erupted into roars and cheers, and the werewolf ran off, the crowd following him, chanting and howling.

"That werewolf is too stupid to realize he's dead already," Maeve said, shaking her head.

"Then why give them the stakes?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because they need to feel useful," she said, shrugging. "And maybe there is a chance, like throwing a bunch of darts at a dart board. Who knows? Maybe one will hit the bullseye."

"Maybe," you said, staring up at the giant tree. "It's up to us though, isn't it? To finish this, to kill Klaus."

"Yep," Maeve said, smiling. "Then the rest of them… Including Elijah....," she trailed off, giving you a sideways glance.

"Yes, Maeve," you said, rolling your eyes, "I know."

"Do you?" She asked, her tone growing serious.

"Yes, and I'm fine. I don't- ....I won't let my feelings cloud my judgment," you said, holding her gaze.

"They died for this, Agnes, sweet Bea...," her eyes welled up with tears, "they gave their lives for this. I need to know, if it comes down to him or us, which will you choose?"

You hesitated, her words hitting you like a ton of bricks. You looked away, trying to avoid her stare, but she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

"Choose."

"I will choose freedom from oppression always," you said, your voice low. "Even if it means killing him."

She studied your face, searching for any hint of a lie, and then nodded, letting go of your chin.

"I know we've never exactly been close... But it's just us, you and me now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've got your back, and you've got mine. Right?"

"Right."

She smiled and stood up, stumbling a little as she dusted herself off, looking around at the wreckage and all the people grabbing branches and chunks of wood.

"We don't have long, I don't think we can hold this magic forever. Not if we want to live," she said, turning back to you. "That means we have to go now," she nodded towards the tree.

"Now? Like right now?" You asked, surprised.

"Yeah, why not?" She said, shrugging, "we're going up against the biggest, baddest, most powerful vampire ever, the element of surprise is the only advantage we have. So, let's use it."

"I just thought, I don't know, we would have more time," you said, running your fingers through your hair.

"More time for what? More time for us to lose our nerve? To think about certain suit wearing obstacles? We gotta act now, while we can," she said, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.

You sighed, knowing she was right, knowing that there was no point in thinking about anything else. You couldn't save him, you had sacrificed too much for this already, it had to be worth it.

You stood up, giving her a small nod.

"Alright, let's do this."

The city was under siege, the French Quarter on fire. Werewolves had returned to the streets, attacking vampires left and right, their stakes at the ready. Witches were casting spells, creating traps and ambushes, luring vampires into their clutches.

It was chaos, the kind that Klaus usually relished, but this was different. This wasn't fun. He was being hunted, and he could feel the rage bubbling beneath the surface, the urge to destroy everything in his path.

“Niklaus!" Elijah's voice cut through the noise, and Klaus turned to see his brother rushing towards the entrance to the compound.

Marcel stumbled inside, covered in blood, a werewolf bite on his neck and a stake sticking out of his back. Elijah caught him, helping him to his feet.

"What the bloody hell is going on out there?" Klaus demanded, grabbing Marcel's shoulders and shaking him.

"Witches," Marcel said, gasping for air, the werewolf venom burning through his veins.

Elijah pulled the stake out of Marcel's back, guiding him to a sofa. Klaus watched them, his eyes narrowed.

"Witches are causing this?" He asked, his anger growing, "they're the ones responsible for the chaos in the Quarter?"

"Not just the Quarter, the whole city," Marcel said, wincing.

Klaus let out a sigh and bit down on his wrist, offering his blood to Marcel. Marcel hesitated, his eyes meeting Klaus'.

"Just take it, Marcel," Klaus said, his patience waning.

Marcel took Klaus' wrist, drinking the blood. The wound healed and the venom was neutralized, leaving Marcel weak and exhausted.

"What had made them so bold? Why now?" Klaus asked, pacing the room.

"Maybe it had something to do with this," Elijah said, his voice oddly quiet, and Klaus looked over at his brother, his gaze falling on the wooden stake.

"Is that?" He started to ask, but the words died on his lips.

"White oak," Elijah finished, holding it out to him.

Klaus stared at it, his expression completely blank, like his brain couldn't process what he was seeing.

"Impossible," he whispered, taking the stake.

"Apparently not," Elijah said, and Klaus could hear the fear in his voice.

"Where did this come from?" He asked, his hands shaking, he looked at Marcel, who was slowly getting up off the sofa.

"The wolves were the ones who attacked me," Marcel said, rubbing the spot where the stake had pierced him. "I killed a couple of them, but the rest fled. I think they are planning on attacking you,”

Klaus' eyes darkened and he stormed out of the room, the stake still in his hand. Elijah quickly chased after him, catching up to him before he exited the compound.

"Niklaus, wait," Elijah said, grabbing his brother's arm.

Klaus stopped and turned to face Elijah, his eyes filled with fury.

"They will pay for this," he growled, his grip tightening on the stake.

"There could be more out there," Elijah said, his eyes pleading, "we need to regroup, to plan, we cannot rush into this."

"You expect me to do nothing?" Klaus hissed, his anger rising. "You think I'll stand by and let my home burn? That I'll let these insolent fools threaten my family?"

"If they get to us, our sirelines go with us, you know that," Elijah said, his expression steely.

Klaus growled, his eyes flashing yellow, he hated feeling hopeless, stuck, weak.

"So what do you propose?" He spat, his words dripping with venom. "You want me to sit and wait for the axe to fall?"

"We need to stay here, let the vampires and werewolves handle each other," Elijah said, keeping his voice steady.

"It's not the wolves!" Klaus roared, pushing Elijah back, "it's the witches, they're the ones behind this."

"Niklaus," Elijah said, his voice soft, "how could they possibly-"

"I don't know!" Klaus yelled, throwing his arms in the air, his frustration and fear overwhelming him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His mind was racing, going a hundred miles an hour. He had to fix this, had to end this, he couldn't let anything happen to his family, his home.

Suddenly, it was like a light switch had flipped in his brain. His eyes widened and he turned to look at Elijah, his expression grim. He sped past him, up the stairs to the study, with Marcel and Elijah quickly following behind.

Klaus ripped the portrait off the wall and opened the safe, pulling out a small, wooden box. He held it in his hands, staring at it, his jaw clenching.

"What's that?" Marcel asked, his brow furrowing.

Klaus didn't respond, just opened it, and Elijah felt his blood run cold, his heart shatter. It was gone.

"Impossible," Elijah said, shaking his head.

Klaus threw the box across the room, the wood splintering, embedding into the wall. He was breathing heavily, his entire body was tense.

"I told you," he muttered, his hands clenched into fists. "I told you what she was... what she was capable of..."

Elijah stared at him, his heart sinking. He remembered the day that he had met you, the first time you had come to the compound. He remembered how beautiful you were, so soft and full of light. How could you possibly be capable of such a betrayal?

Klaus lunged at Elijah, his fist colliding with his jaw, and Elijah stumbled backwards. He recovered quickly, his own fists flying, striking Klaus across the face.

They brawled, punches and kicks being exchanged, and Elijah grabbed Klaus, throwing him into a table. They crashed to the floor, grappling and struggling.

"You have always been blinded by your feelings for her!" Klaus spat, his fangs bared, his face inches from Elijah's.

Marcel grabbed at him, trying to pull him off Elijah, but Klaus shrugged him off, pinning his brother to the ground.

"You fell for the oldest trick in the book! My noble brother, always willing to see the best in people, even when they're plotting against you," he snarled, his eyes flashing yellow, "how many times has it cost us, Elijah? How many times have we nearly died because of your stupid sentimentality?"

Elijah snarled, pushing Klaus back and landing a blow to his nose, knocking him to the ground. He pinned him down, his hands wrapped around Klaus' throat.

"You think I'm the fool?" Elijah growled, his grip tightening, "it was you who pushed the witches too far, you took away their hope, their freedom! You're the reason they're fighting back!"

Klaus grabbed the stake and jammed it into Elijah's neck, his eyes widening in shock. He pulled it out, and Elijah gasped, falling to the floor.

"Enough!" Marcel yelled, and he yanked the stake from Klaus' hand.

Klaus stood up, breathing heavily, staring down at his brother, his face filled with rage. Elijah coughed and sputtered, blood spilling from his mouth, the wound slowly healing.

"If we are going to survive this, we need to work together. Save the family drama for later," Marcel said, his voice hard.

Elijah stood up, wiping the blood from his face.

"He's right," he said, his voice hoarse.

"So, what do we do?" Marcel asked, glancing between the two brothers.

"We hunt them down," Klaus growled, his eyes filled with fury. "Those foul witches and their ilk."

"And then?" Elijah asked, his expression grave.

"We kill them all," Klaus said, his voice barely above a whisper, and the room grew quiet, the weight of his words hanging in the air. He looked at Elijah, his face filled with determination, "Every last one."

You made your way through the city, ducking into alleys and hiding whenever a vampire passed by. It was a bit odd to see the city so barren, the streets empty. You tried not to think about it, pushing away the memories of when they were thriving, full of vampires, witches and werewolves alike.

You didn't talk much, keeping quiet to avoid drawing attention to yourselves. But Maeve pointed to the trees and grass, the once green and vibrant plants that now lay withered and dead.

"Was that us?" she whispered. "Our magic?"

You just nodded, trying not to dwell on it. You had sacrificed a lot to get here, you couldn't lose focus now. You had to keep going, no matter what.

"We are going to die, aren't we?" She asked, her voice barely audible.

"Maybe, but so is everyone else," you replied, your voice equally low. "This is bigger than us, we have a chance to free everyone, to end the tyranny,"

You could feel the magic you had taken on, it was too much, twisting your insides, making you nauseous. You knew that the longer you kept it, the worse it would get. The ancestors didn't care that you were in agony, you were their vessel, a tool for their revenge.

"I've never really thought about the afterlife," Maeve said, a small smile creeping across her face. "But, I hope that it's peaceful, that my family is there waiting for me,"

"I'm sure it is," you said, your voice wavering.

"What about you? What do you hope the afterlife is like?" She asked, glancing over at you.

"I hope it's worth it," you whispered, "I hope that everything we did was worth it."

She nodded, her expression solemn. You didn't know what else to say, so you just headed towards the compound, the one place you didn't want to go.

As you grew closer, the damage done to the streets became more pronounced, the rubble thicker and heavier. You had to climb over fallen walls and dead trees, concrete stained with blood. There had been a fight, wooden stakes and branches lay strewn about the ground, but no bodies. Whatever wolves, vampires or witches had engaged them here were either dead or dragged away to be fed upon.

You tried not to think about it, clambering over the rubble, making your way through the gate, sticking to the shadows of the courtyard. It was dark, the sun hidden behind stormy gray clouds. You were glad for it, it would make sneaking around the compound easier, but a part of you wanted to see the sunshine one last time.

The bodies of a werewolf army lie strewn about the courtyard and the large pool of liquid in the middle of it. There were torn off heads, limbs, all in a pile and it was impossible to tell which person belonged to which body. There were a few witches as well, their bodies laying next to those of the wolves.

It was gruesome, the smell of blood and rot filling the air. You covered your mouth, trying not to vomit, but the sight was too much, the magic coursing through you amplifying your senses, and you dry heaved, clutching your stomach.

Before you had time to process what you were looking at, there was a strange shift in the air, and Klaus Mikaelson stood before you. He was covered in blood, his shirt torn and ragged. He was staring down at the pile of corpses, his expression blank.

"I presume it was you that caused this... massacre," he said, his voice eerily calm.

"No, pretty sure that was you," you retorted, and he smirked, a cold, hollow thing, turning to face you.

"I call it self defense. Why? Well they had these..." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and he held up a number of poorly whittled white oak stakes, "and were not afraid to use them."

He dropped the stakes, his eyes roving over you, then his gaze turned to Maeve, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

"I see you brought a friend," he said, his voice mocking. "Does she care to explain what's happening here, or am I going to have to torture it out of her?"

Maeve glared at him, her eyes narrowing, and she lifted her hand, a ball of flame appearing in her palm.

"We've come to kill you, to end your reign of terror," she said, her voice hard.

"Is that so?" He replied, his eyes gleaming. "I'm impressed, little witch, it takes a great deal of strength and cunning to kill an Original vampire."

He looked over at you, his expression turning dark.

"And quite a bit of debauchery too, considering the lengths in which you went to," he hissed, his tone bitter.

"This has nothing to do with us, Klaus," you said, taking a step towards him.

"Oh no?" He snapped, his voice rising, "sleeping with Elijah wasn't a calculated choice? That was all just a means to an end?"

"Don't," you growled, your voice low.

He threw back his head and laughed, a loud, mocking sound. Then he lunged, grabbing you by the throat, lifting you off the ground.

"I should kill you," he growled, his eyes burning with rage, "I should rip your throat out and tear your body to pieces."

Maeve's hands clenched into fists, the fire growing hotter, brighter, and she let out a scream, sending the ball of flame hurling towards Klaus.

He dropped you, flying backwards, crashing into the side of the building. You landed hard, the breath knocked out of you, your body aching. Maeve rushed to your side, helping you up. She pressed a stake into your hand, and you gripped it tightly, the wood smooth against your skin.

"Come on," she said, jerking her head towards Klaus, "let's finish this."

Klaus stood up, his shirt smoldering, the skin beneath it red and blistered. His eyes flashed yellow, and he lunged, moving faster than you could follow.

Maeve ran at him, the force of her magic causing Klaus to stumble, and he let out a roar, charging towards her. They collided in a flurry of blows, their hands and feet moving impossibly fast.

Klaus grabbed Maeve, his hands wrapping around her neck, and he began to squeeze. You ran at him, leaping onto his back, plunging a stake into his shoulder. He screamed in pain, throwing Maeve to the ground, and reached behind him, grabbing you by the throat.

He tore the stake from his shoulder, tossing it aside, and slammed you against the wall, his hands crushing your windpipe.

"Tell me, love," he sneered, his eyes boring into yours, "did you enjoy it?"

You stared at him, your mouth open, struggling to breathe, the magic within you bubbling and churning.

"All the pain you have caused, all the suffering, the lives ruined," he growled, his eyes darkening, "and you had the gall, the nerve, the audacity to pretend you are righteous,"

He was breathing heavily, his jaw clenching, and his hands tightened around your neck.

"To claim that you were better than me," he hissed, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone, "to make Elijah believe that you loved him."

The magic inside you burst forth, exploding outward, and you sent a pulse of energy towards him, knocking him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, rolling a few times, coming to a stop against a stone pillar.

You collapsed in the heap, coughing and gasping for air, the magic flowing through you burning, searing. You screamed, your back arching, your limbs twitching, your muscles contracting. It was too much, the pressure, the pain, and the magic began to escape, slipping from your grasp, flowing into the air.

You watched it, like a wisp of soft twinkle lights, drifting away, it gravitated towards the wood, the stakes and branches strewn about the compound, to the beams above you. It sank into them, filling them, and the wood began to glow, burning with the same white light that flowed through you.

Maeve stumbled to her feet, stake in hand, it was disintegrating, falling apart in her palm. She knew this was her last chance, she couldn't afford to wait any longer, the magic was escaping her, draining from her body and draining her life.

She snarled and launched himself at him and they rolled across the ground, grappling and fighting. She screamed and struggled, the force of her magic beating against his chest, but he was too strong, pinning her down.

You took a single step forward, and then you felt it; a sudden rush of coldness, a wave of despair, as his hand touched your arm. You turned, and he was standing there, Elijah.

He looked like he had been through hell. His clothes were tattered, his face covered in dirt and blood. But it was his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes that broke your heart. They were full of pain, a sorrow so deep, so profound, that you couldn't look away.

You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, neither of you saying a word. And then you heard a cracking sound, Maeve's scream, and Klaus' triumphant roar.

You saw her body fall, limp and lifeless, the white oak stake gone, Klaus holding the splintered remains in his hands.

The whispers grew deafening, chanting in unison, filling your mind, the voices blending together, drowning out all thought, and you were filled with rage.

You struggled in Elijah's grip, the magic swirling and coiling within you, ready to be released.

"Let me go," you hissed, your voice filled with venom.

He didn't budge, his grip tightening, but he wasn't looking at you. Klaus stood up, wiping his hands on his pants, his mouth twisted into a smug grin.

"It's over, brother," he said, his voice mocking, "kill her and end this,"

You snarled and kicked, lashing out with your magic, the air rippling. You struck him in the chest, and he fell backwards, his grip loosening, and you ripped yourself from his arms, turning to face him.

He looked like you had stabbed him in the heart, his expression crumpling. You felt dizzy, drunk almost, on the power. Everything was so vivid, so intense. Your senses were overwhelmed, your head spinning. Maeve's magic flowed through you, and you could feel her essence, her soul. The voices of your ancestors were a chorus in your head, a chorus calling for the deaths of all vampires.

Elijah moved, reaching out, trying to grab you, but you sidestepped him, dodging his attempt to restrain you. You turned towards him, the anger and pain that you had kept locked away, bubbling to the surface.

"You're all monsters," you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper.

"We are," Elijah said, his eyes full of anguish.

You felt a surge of emotion, your vision blurring, and a tear rolled down your cheek.

"I wish I had never met you," you whispered. "Why... Why did you have to take everything from me?"

He didn't answer, just stared at you, his face pale. You could hear Klaus chuckle behind you, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

"Come now, love," he drawled, "that's hardly fair."

You spun around, the magic inside you thrumming, your fingers twitching.

"You have no idea what's fair!" You snapped, your voice shaking.

Klaus smirked, taking a step towards you, but Elijah blocked his path, standing in front of you.

"Move," Klaus snarled, his eyes glowing yellow.

"No," Elijah said, his voice strained.

"You can't save her, brother," Klaus said, his voice low, his gaze fixed on Elijah. "She took too much on, look around,"

The ceiling was collapsing, the walls crumbling, the foundations cracking. All of the wood and plants were rotting and dying, pulsing with the same white light that you could feel pulsing through you.

"She chose this, to die for her cause," Klaus sneered. "How noble of her."

Elijah pushed him away, his jaw clenched, and he looked at you, his expression pained. Klaus grabbed him, pulling him away, and he let out a shout, struggling against his grip.

"Just let her go," he snarled, "it will be over soon."

Elijah shook his head, his tear filled eyes now turning to rage, and he punched him, hitting Klaus so hard, he stumbled, releasing his hold. Elijah's eyes burned with anger, his fists clenched.

"No, I will not kill her," he hissed, "not now, not ever."

"You're weak," Klaus spat, wiping the blood from his mouth, "she betrayed you, she lied to you, and you can't bring yourself to end it, to do what must be done. You are a fool, a pathetic, sniveling, little fool."

Elijah charged at him, his hands grabbing Klaus by the throat, slamming him into the wall. He punched him repeatedly, his knuckles smashing into his face, his eyes filled with hatred.

"You have only ever despised those I love," Elijah snarled, his fist connecting with Klaus' face, "because you are a coward, afraid of any emotion that does not serve your own selfish desires."

Klaus laughed, spitting blood, his lips split, his nose broken.

"You will never learn," Klaus said, his voice thick with disdain.

"And you will never understand," Elijah said, his voice barely above a whisper, his fist connecting with Klaus' face once again.

You could hear the whispers, the voices, the magic in the air calling to you. Your coven was gone, they were dead, but their spirits lingered, their voices echoing in your mind. You held all their power now, their legacy, and the weight of it was crushing. You were barely holding on, with Maeve dead all the magic was yours, and it was destroying you.

Your knees buckled, and you fell to the ground, your body wracked with sobs. You were alone, all alone, and the power was too much. You couldn't hold on anymore, your grip was slipping. the pain too intense, and you let go.

Everything went white, the light blinding, and there was a horrifying crack, and the earth beneath you exploded. The ground gave way, and you fell, the air rushing past you.

You screamed, falling, falling, and the voices grew louder, the light blinding. And then everything went black.

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You awoke slowly, a dull throbbing ache in the back of your head. You couldn't feel your legs, your entire body was numb.

You blinked, your vision blurred, and slowly everything around you came into focus. There was rubble everywhere, a huge pile of it. The air was filled with dust, making it hard to breathe. There was a rumbling sound, as debris began to rain down, a piece of rock became dislodged and tumbled down, smashing into a pile of bricks, shattering them.

There was a ringing in your ears, and you could hear the muffled sound of shouting, a distant siren. You tried to move, but your body was heavy, your limbs were leaden, and you were stuck under something warm and solid.

You looked up, and Elijah's face came into view. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in an unnatural way, his neck was at an odd angle, his hair caked with dust. He had you caged under him, his body covering yours, protecting you from the worst of the destruction.

"Eli?" You croaked, your voice hoarse, the sound of it muffled.

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking, his gaze focusing on you. His pretty brown eyes full of heartache and despair.

"Why?" He whispered, his voice breaking.

"I had to," you said, your voice wavering.

He looked down at you, his eyes roving over you, taking in your injuries. He moved slightly, pushing up against the rubble, his immense strength allowing him to lift the heavy wooden beam that was pinning you.

You winced as the movement jarred your legs, a sharp stab of pain shooting through you. You were sure they were broken, the bones in your lower half crushed, shattered.

"You used me," he whispered, his voice trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks, "you made me care for you, made me think..."

He broke off, shaking his head, his eyes filled with anguish.

"And then you betrayed me," he continued, his voice hollow.

The voices were screaming, the magic within you burning, searing.

"I was always told vampires were evil," you pleaded, the pain in your chest unbearable. "And then, I met you, and it was like, everything I knew, everything I believed, it all changed. You made me see the world differently."

His face crumpled, and he looked away, his shoulders shaking.

"I had a mission," you said, your voice cracking, "I was to destroy you, and bring peace back to this city."

You looked at him, pleading, your eyes welling up. You felt a stake next to you, the wood felt so hot, the magic inside it vibrating, the whispers in your head growing louder, a cacophony of sound.

"I never meant to fall in love with you," you cried, the tears rolling down your face.

"Killing me, would cause the thousands I sired to die too, many of them innocent. Who are you to decide who is worthy of life or death?" He asked, his voice trembling, his gaze full of anger.

"It doesn't matter," you said, the words spilling out of you, "they're all monsters."

"Just like me," he whispered, his eyes searching yours, "just like you."

"No," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You lifted the stake, pressing it against his chest, the wood burning against your skin.

"This is a mercy," you said, the tears rolling down your cheeks, "an end to the suffering, a chance for peace."

"Do it," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Kill me."

"I don't want to," you cried, the pain in your chest becoming unbearable.

"Do it," he yelled, his voice laced with anger, "End it. Put me out of my misery."

"No," you choked out, the pain overwhelming. "I don't want to, but the voices, the magic, it's too much, I can't, I can't hold on," you sobbed, the stake glowing brightly.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his breath tickling your face.

"I can't watch you die," he whispered, his voice soft, his face twisted with agony.

He kissed you then, a soft, gentle kiss, his lips brushing against yours, and you clung to him, the stake pressed against his heart, the wood burning. You knew you didn't have it in you, to make the choice that would end him, forever.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, the pain in your chest overwhelming, "for everything."

"Me too," he said, his voice filled with sorrow, he took the stake from your hand, casting it aside. You watched as it slowly disintegrated, the weapon you sacrificed everything for, turning to dust. Just like the magic you had inside you.

Elijah placed his hand on your cheek, cupping your face, his thumb brushing against your skin, his eyes meeting yours. Then he groaned, pushing hard against the debris that trapped you both, lifting the heavy wooden beam that pinned you to the ground. He pulled you free, holding your broken body close, and you felt his arms wrap around you, his touch gentle, careful.

You looked around, the devastation was worse than you thought. The entire compound was gone, the building demolished. There were fires burning everywhere, and a thick layer of dust and debris covered everything. The city was eerily silent, the sky dark, the only light coming from the fires. You were the cause of this, the destruction, the death. You couldn't take it anymore, the guilt, the shame, the pain.

You buried your face against his chest, letting the tears flow freely. He held you, his embrace warm, his touch comforting. You could feel the heat of his breath, the beat of his heart. The voices grew louder, and you were drowning in the sound, the pain was excruciating.

"I'm dying," you whispered, your voice muffled against his shirt, "and I'm afraid."

"Don't be," he whispered, his hand rubbing your back, his voice thick with emotion, "I'll be with you, every step of the way."

"I love you," you said, your voice trembling, the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice choked, "with all my heart.”

He tightened his grip, holding you closer, his arms wrapped around you, his chest pressed against yours.

"Please," you begged, "please, kill me."

You felt his lips on yours, the taste of blood and tears. His fingers dug into your back, and you felt the pain, the fire in your bones, your muscles, the magic tearing through you, burning, scorching. You were going to die, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

"Not yet," he said, his voice breaking, and you felt the sharp pinch of teeth in your neck.

The pain was intense, like a fire, burning through you. You screamed, arching against him, and he pulled back, his eyes wide, his pupils blown, the veins beneath them protruding. He was feeding from you, draining you, killing you.

You felt the darkness creeping in, the whispers fading, the voices growing quiet. Then it was all blackness, nothingness, a void. You were floating, drifting in the darkness, and then you felt something, a tether, a rope, and it was pulling you back, calling to you. It was not the continual haunting drone of the ancestors, but one singular, familiar voice. The voice of the person you loved the most.

Epilogue

A soft sigh escaped your lips as Elijah's warm hands held you underneath him, the movements of his hips slow and controlled.

His hands roamed your body, the look of lust on his face making your heart skip a beat. You would never tire of the way he made you feel, the way he knew what he was doing. This slow, lazy dance, the intimacy of it, the gentle brush of his lips, the smooth silk sheets on your bare skin, the pleasure he made you feel. It was all overwhelming, intense, the sounds you were both making echoing in the room.

You stared up at him, the golden glow of the fireplace shining on his skin, his dark eyes staring down at you. A rare smile was on his lips, and he sighed in contentment, his thrusts becoming more forceful, the bed creaking beneath you. It didn't take long for you to fall apart, the sweet pleasure ripping through your body, Elijah following soon after.

The two of you laid there for a while, not saying anything, just enjoying the peaceful silence. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't stop the questions racing through your mind.

"You're thinking too much, my love," he whispered, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

"I'm sorry," you sighed, shaking your head, trying to dispel the memories that were plaguing you.

"Talk to me," he murmured, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at you. "I want to know what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours."

You closed your eyes, not sure where to begin. "I... I just miss it sometimes," you whispered, unable to meet his gaze, feeling the shame burning inside of you. "The power, the magic. It was so overwhelming, so intoxicating, and now... I feel empty without it."

"I know," he replied, his voice soft, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair. "I can't imagine what that was like, having all that power, feeling it consume you."

You nodded, the guilt weighing heavily on your shoulders. You knew what he was feeling. He was angry, hurt, betrayed, and you didn't blame him. It would take a long time for him to forgive you, if he ever did. You were grateful that he was even giving you a chance, allowing you into his life, his bed. He had been so patient, so understanding, so loving, and you didn't deserve it.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice cracking. "I shouldn't have brought it up, I know it's a sore subject for you, and I'm sorry."

He sighed, shaking his head, his hand resting on your hip, pressing your legs apart. "No," he whispered, his eyes full of sorrow, his touch tender, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. "It's not a sore subject for me, not anymore," he said, his voice firm, his words ringing true. "I forgave you a long time ago."

You blinked back the tears, his words washing over you, filling you with relief, with joy, with hope. You didn't deserve his forgiveness, his love, but you would cherish it, cherish him, for the rest of your life. And now that you were immortal, that would be a very long time.

You never expected to find peace or love with Elijah Mikaelson. Of all the ways your paths had crossed, this one was by far the most unexpected. Laying here, in his arms, a vampire, his wife, was never part of your plan. You chose this, him, and he chose you, and that's all you ever needed.

{Part One}{Part Two}{Part Three}

[peasack]

Your stuff is so comforting omg 😭😭 thank you for existing

I saw your “what if you called the guys dad” post and and now I have to ask— what if you accidentally called Yelena and Ava mom?

LMAO THANK YOUUUU

I've had so many requests for this, so I just clicked on the top one. Sorry if it wasn't your request but still hope you enjoy it!!!

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Accidentally calling them mom headcanons ✦

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✦ Olga Kurylenko (Taskmaster)

You'd been training with Olga for months now, working hard to sharpen your combat skills. She never went easy on you, but she always made sure you got back up, even when you wanted to quit. She'd taught you to hold your own, to fight back, to survive. You spent more time with her than anyone else.

It was late during one of your sessions, exhaustion creeping in. Your arms felt like lead, your footwork sloppy. She corrected your stance again, firm but patient.

"Focus. Again."

"Ugh.. Mom, I can't, I'm too- wait-" you blurted, stumbling backwards.

You froze. She froze. The word echoed loudly in the near-empty gym.

Your stomach twisted. "I didn't mean-I wasn't thinking-"

Olga's mask tilted slightly, assessing you, like she could see the panic rising in your chest. Slowly, she lowered her guard, stepping closer but giving you space.

"You called me Mom."

"I didn't-it just slipped out! I know you're not-"

"...I know," she said quietly. "It's okay."

Her tone was so gentle it nearly broke you. She didn't tease you or make you explain. She just gestured for you to reset your stance.

"Again."

After that, she never corrected you when it slipped out again. And sometimes, when no one else was around, she'd quietly rest her hand on your shoulder longer than she needed to.

✦ Ava Starr

You and Ava spent a lot of quiet time together. She wasn't overly talkative, but you found comfort in her calm presence. She took you on low-stress missions sometimes, and when things got overwhelming, she always knew how to ground you.

You were sitting together on the couch, sorting through mission equipment. It was one of those mundane tasks that had somehow become your thing with her.

"Pass me the goggles."

"Here you go, Mom."

Silence.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you realized what you said.

"I-uh-Ava- I meant Ava, I swear-"

She looked at you, blinking slowly. For a moment, you couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Then, she handed you a granola bar without a word and went back to sorting.

"...It's fine," she said softly, not looking up. "You can call me that."

You stared at her, unsure if she was serious. But she didn't retract it.

Over time, she started checking in more. Sitting with you in silence more. You noticed she was a little more protective on missions, a little more present when you were having bad days.

She never brought it up again, but it became a quiet understanding between you two.

✦ Valentina Allegra de Fontaine

Val had always been a complicated figure in your life. She was sharp, demanding, and somehow always the one pulling the strings.

One morning, she was driving you to school after you'd begged her not to send someone else for once.

"Thanks, Mom," you mumbled as you climbed out of the car, half-asleep.

You realized immediately and whipped around in horror.

She just smirked, leaning on the steering wheel. "Oh? Mom, huh?"

"No! I didn't mean to-I was thinking about something else-"

"Sure you were."

She waved you off like it wasn't a big deal, she didn't even bring it up days after it happened. Even so, you noticed she started making more time for you. Picking you up more often. Showing up when you needed her most.

She joked about being your 'terrifying power-hungry mother figure,' but when she called you 'kiddo' under her breath, it always sounded a little too genuine.

✦ Yelena Belova

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone, when Yelena dropped a bowl of soup in front of you. You’d been sick all day, refusing to admit it, but she’d practically dragged you to rest.

"Eat. Now."

"Yes, mom."

Her eyes snapped to you, blinking in surprise.

"What did you call me?"

You panicked. "Nothing. I meant-I didn’t- I just meant, you know, you’re taking care of me like a mom and-"

Her grin stretched wide. "Oh my God. I am your mom now."

"Yelena-"

"No, no. You said it. It is done. I will frame this moment."

You groaned, but her teasing never stopped. For days, she’d call you "my child" in the thickest fake accent, dropping snacks on your desk with a proud nod. But underneath all the jokes, you could tell she loved it more than she let on.

✦ Mel Gold

Mel was always present, always making sure you ate, checking your posture, bringing you to school when you missed the bus, always providing you a steady hand.

You’d been working on homework at the kitchen table, mumbling to yourself, frustrated.

"Mom, can you help me with this?"

You didn’t even look up until her chair scraped against the floor as she sat beside you.

"What is the question?"

It took you a second to realize what you’d said. "Oh my God. I didn’t mean to! I just-you feel like.."

Melina just gave a small shrug, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "If you wish to call me that, it is fine."

"Really?"

"If you would be my biological kid, I'd be the proudest mom ever. Now blood ain't stopping me from being that."

Your chest squeezed a little too tightly. "Thanks... Mom."

She helped you through the entire assignment, her voice as steady and warm as the tea she placed beside you.

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AAA I LOVED THISSSS.

Sorry if Mel was a little ooc, since she didn't have much screentime and I hadn't written for her before I didn't really know how to write her character well, hope this was good enough tho!!!

[domalora]

July Energy Update:

Aries: Stay Hydrated: Drink water!!! You exercise a lot and forget to replenish Taurus: Take a Break: Step away from your work and stretch more, you're overworking this month Gemini: Express Gratitude: Write down more things you're grateful for, stop focusing on the negatives! Solutions, not problems Cancer: Exercise: Spend time on physical activity, don't bedrot pls Leo: Read: Dedicate some time to read a chapter of a book, huge focus on booktok this month Virgo: Connect: Call or message a friend or family member to check in, phone up friends! You're isolatingggg again Libra: Eat Healthily: Include fruits and vegetables in your meals, not getting enough fruit and veg! Why are y'all eating so much junkkkk Scorpio: Sleep: Aim to get 7-8 hours of quality sleep tonight, why is your sleep schedule so off Scorpio?? Lord y'all need a massage too Sagittarius: Declutter: Spend 15 minutes organizing a part of your home, y'all get messy!! Capricorn: Learn: Try to learn something new this month, even if it's small, do try Aquarius: Meditate: Take 10 minutes to meditate and clear your mind, just stop for a minute and unplug, the matrix is exhausting you Pisces: Plan: Set your goals and tasks for tomorrow before bed, you guys aren't known for being realistic, or planning, please try Pisces it will help you out of much in the long run ♡︎ (Ava Alexis) ~ Personal Readings and Charts are Open! DM to Book

[yellowsugarwords]

Ok. Angsty request time. Set before Javi and co find Richmond. David, Ava, Lingard and the other new frontier people find out Clementine died after they kicked her out.

OH HOLY SHIT LET'S GOOOO (ima make this a headcanon)

David seldom thought about people once they left Richmond.

Why bother?

But something about the look on Ava's face told David something was wrong.

Seriously wrong.

"Ava?"

"I'm gonna need to round up the group," Ava said.

Her voice was low. Almost solemn.

"I have some news to share."

By the time everyone had gathered, David felt deeply unsettled.

Lingard, Clinton, Joan, David, and Ava all huddled together,

Ava's expression was low and hesitant.

"I have some bad news."

David crossed his arms, squeezing,

Hoping it might distract the anxiety rising in his gut.

"Clementine's dead."

Silence lingered overhead.

David was taken aback, head shooting straight up.

"What?"

"How do you know?" Joan pressed.

Ava sighed, closing her eyes to regain composure.

"One of the new guys that just joined. Said on the way here he passed by a dead girl in the forest to the west."

Lingard's shoulders fell, knowing what was coming.

"I asked what the girl looked like. She was wearing that same damn hat."

Ava hesitated.

"It was her."

"Shit," Clinton whispered under his breath.

They wanted her gone, they hadn't wanted her dead.

"I'm telling you guys because I think it's best if we don't tell any others."

"Why?"

"We don't need an uprising." Joan hushed, lifting a single hand.

It was true.

Maintaining order in a lawless society was not easy.

They needed to keep members of New Richmond at ease.

They needed to be trusted to maintain power.

Lingard wiped a hand over his face, expression pale and lifeless.

"I can't believe it," he muttered under his breath.

"There was nothing we could've done," Clint remarked,

Passive and defensively.

"She didn't wanna play by the rules, she didn't get to stay. She made the choices that left her dead."

David said nothing.

Joan nodded in agreement.

"We offered her a home and she refused it. We did all we could."

Ava raised a brow but dropped it before Joan could notice.

That isn't exactly the way Ava would put it.

Then again, it was classic Joan.

David's arms fell to his sides,

Horrified at the revelation.

"We kicked her out."

"And we had to," Joan furthered.

She needed him to not wallow in self-pity.

There would be many more people killed indirectly by him.

He needed to get used to it.

"God dammit," Clinton turned around,

Running his hands through his hair,

Stressed as hell.

He was putting on an act about how they did all they could do,

That he wasn't to blame for Clementine's death,

But David could see right through him.

It was tearing him up inside knowing he sentenced a teen girl to her death.

"We need to keep going," Joan said,

Placing her hands on her hips matter-of-factly.

"We need to keep working and keep ensuring Richmond's security."

"Understood," Ava said,

Offering a small nod of understanding.

"Good. Then get back to it."

With that, Joan turned and vanished,

Off to do another task.

Lingard turned to David.

"Holding up?" That was all he said.

David finally met someone's gaze, and he frowned.

"This world is fucked up."

"I hear you," he said quietly.

He placed a hand on his shoulder,

Offering silent support,

Then went on his way back to his office.

David stood idle, arms crossed,

Ava passed him a look of pity before leaving to take time for herself.

How could David ever forgive himself for this? Truthfully, he would never be able to.

He would live with this tarnished memory forever.

Until his time comes too.

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𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡    𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[lingye]

Hi, Ling Ye-sama^^

Just wanted to wish you success and achievements in your endeavors, study and anything else that you're doing!! If you absolutely made it in drawing ( YOUR ARTS ARE THE LITERAL DEFINITION OF WORDS "PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL"💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗AND IT'S DEDICATED TO SIMPLE SHAPED STICK FIGURES, BUT YOU JUST DRAW THEM SO SO SO HANDSOME AND SO SO SO GORGEOUS ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤❤🧡), then you'll definitely make it in all of your life tasks and difficulties. I understand you that it's hard to keep your Tumblr (or any other social media) up and do your work/study at the same time and I just want you to get through all your life's challenges as soon as possible, so you could have more free time for yourself and more time for delighting our eyes with your new pieces of art♡ they are a real fandom treasure, so are you, that's for sure ツ

#lingyeisthebest

Ahhh thank you so much for this!! It's really warm my heart 😭💕 I'm out of word that I can't tell that how much your words made my day!! I'll draw more ava/avm fan arts if I could..!

[knottyk]

Rockstar Babies

im so so sooooo sorry this took so long, anon!! (this was sitting in my inbox for over a month omg 😭) ok i give u permission to slap me once...maybe twice. HAHAHAH anyway, i hope this lives up to ur request ♡ ps. yes this is a repost

summary: ava and hunter watching eddie perform for the first time

tags: fluff, mama!reader x papa!eddie, kids and wholesome stuff ☁️

ava and hunter

The hotel room was bubbling with giggles and the springs of the bed creaked under the weight of two jumping kids. Though you weren't in the comfort of your own home, Ava and Hunter didn't let that get in the way of their fun. 

You were busy stuffing your bag with the necessities: extra clothes, snacks, little toys and the works.

Tonight was a big night for all four of you. Eddie was having one of Corroded Coffin's most anticipated shows while Ava and Hunter would be their dad in action for the first time. You on the other hand were full of jitters and what ifs clouding your mind. 

What if it feels too much for the kids? What if Eddie can't focus because of you? because of them? Plus, metal isn't really featured on the kids' radio, are they? Quite frankly, they hadn't been exposed to Eddie's music too much. 

"Mama, quick we're gonna be late!" Ava huffed, exhausted from jumping up and down on the bed. 

Hunter had long retired from bouncing and was now resting on the headboard, watching his sister with a toothy grin. "Late! Late!" He echoed. 

You laugh at their eagerness and slung the well secured bag on your shoulders. "Well, I'm all dressed up. You guys are still barefoot." You teased. 

Ava was the first to run to the door where her sparkly pink shoes rested, sitting carelessly on the carpeted floor as she stuffed her tiny feet in. Hunter followed and grabbed on his sister's hair to maintain his balance as he tried to fit into his shoe. 

She was unfazed, focused on the task at hand while you gingerly ran to catch Hunter's hand off her well-styled hair.  "Okay, big boy. Mama's got you." 

What felt like thirty minutes passed and you were finally on the way to the concert venue. You didn't want to be there early but now, you were late. The show had probably started ten or so minutes ago.

With Hunter suddenly turning fussy in the car, you couldn't find the time to call Eddie and let him know you were gonna be late.

Upon arriving the venue, you thanked the driver before zooming to the entrance with Hunter cradled in one arm and your other hand holding Ava's. 

You were about to go the general entrance when an orange-haired woman called your name. She had three lanyards around her hand and an identical one hung around her neck. 

"Lydia, nice to meet you." She handed you the IDs. "Cory's pretty busy in there so he sent me to get you guys." Cory was Corroded Coffin's long time manager who you've met multiple times before. 

You could hear the vibrations from within the building when she crouched to level with Ava who was now hiding behind your legs, her puffy skirt poking out. "Hi pretty girl, your outfit is totally metal."

Ava caught her skirt between her fingers, playing with the material with a shy smile on her face. "Thank you." She let out a small voice.

You bounced your little boy on your hip and let him play with the lace of your pass. "And this is Hunter." 

"Nice to meet you, sir Hunter." She extended two fingers towards him and he gladly accepted her gesture for a handshake. 

The two of you shared a look and chuckled to yourselves. Lydia ushered you in through a door that led backstage. She grabbed two pairs of ear mufflers from the desk and handed it to you. 

She slid one on Ava's head and you put the other one on Hunter's. "Okay, you guys can stay here for a bit and we can go back to the mixing room whenever. Just call me." She did a call hand sign, yelling over the music. 

Your whole body rumbled with vibrations and you were afraid that it would be too much for the kids but looking over to Ava, you were surprised to see that she was already dancing to the beat of the drums emitting from the stage. 

Hunter wiggled his was out of your grasp and ran to join his sister. You turned to Lydia and thanked her. "I think we'll stay here for a bit."

She was quick to nod and within a second, she was gone with a clipboard in her hand.

Other staff offered to assist and you made sure to stay out of the crew's way. Luckily, they let you stand beside the curtains and you were finally able to catch a glimpse of Eddie for the first time that night. 

He had on a black muscle tee, ripped black jeans and a red plaid shirt wrapped around his waist along with some chain links. His hair was let loose and you could barely see the stud in his ear with all the frizz covering it. 

"Papa!" The kids shrieked. 

They jumped in excitement and Ava was the first to approach closer to the curtain. You grabbed her by the hand, letting her know the furthest she can step. 

The band was now in the middle of their second song with Eddie's guitar solo coming up. He walked across the stage as he ripped through the solo, head thrown back and forth with his hair. 

Ava and Hunter, was quick to mimic Eddie's actions, unbeknownst to him. They both held imaginary guitars while rocking their heads from side to side.

With Ava's all pink outfit and Hunter's squeaky shoes, they weren't hard to spot. From the corner of his eyes, Eddie finally noticed you and you gave a little wave as you locked eyes. 

His eyes fell on the tiny rocking figures and he turned to face them as he continued with his riff. 

His other bandmates noticed this and one of them comes out to invite both kids on stage. They hesitantly turned to you for permission and you turned to Eddie. He smiled and nodded and did the same to your kids, looking at you with puppy eyes. 

With your signal, they both ran out and stopped to face Eddie who was now on one knee, fingers skilfully gliding on his guitar. The crowd went wild and all your inhibitions came melting down. 

Hastily digging at your bag, you pulled out the camcorder and zoomed in at the precious moment unfolding before your eyes. 

Ava and Hunter hopped around the stage with Eddie tailing close to them as he kept playing and despite the booming vibrations running through you, you could hear their giggles as they danced around their dad. 

Once the song finished, Eddie quickly jogged to you, both kids in tow, and placed a quick kiss on your lips before putting the kids down. 

"I thought you changed your mind. Thought you weren't gonna come."

Though visibly tired, Ava mimicked the high pitched sounds as she played her imaginary guitar while Hunter sloppily threw his chubby arms around in attempts to act out playing the drums. "We're rockstars!"

You giggled at the sight.

"Are you kidding?" You kissed him again. "We wouldn't miss it for the world."

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[wwinterwitch]

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↳ ♡₊˚ navigation | rules | characters i write for

- - - - ———:꒰ peter parker ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚. lucky one — peter realizes he’s the lucky one of the trio (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. sleepless nights — after neither you or peter can sleep, you propose a very improvised date night on the kitchen of your apartment (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. three words — the moment he realizes he’s in love with you (gn!reader)

- - - - ———:꒰ kate bishop ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚. 7 minutes in heaven — during a game of 7 minutes in heaven, you and kate share your true feelings (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. roomie — kate puts up an add for a new roommate, never expecting to fall in love with them (fem!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. in your arms — after waking up in your arms, kate wonders how to get that close to you again (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. "wasn't bad" — during a mission, kate’s surprised by a very unexpected move that leaves her liking you even more (gn!reader) 

↳ ♡₊˚. can't risk loosing you — after fighting the tracksuit mafia, kate thought she has lost you forever (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. almost everything — kate is used to loving you in secret, until she thinks you’ve started to date someone else (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. traitor — kate tracks down the responsible for your near-death experience, discovering things were much worse than she expected (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. unspoken — fake dating and one bed trope (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. memory —You kiss her after a party but you don’t remember the morning after (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. crush — kate has a huge crush on you, she just dosn’t know how to let you know (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. something more — kate had to get her ass kicked to finally tells you she likes you (gn!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. just friends — you have a bad day and your friend (who happens to have a crush on you) cheers you up (gn!reader)

- - - - ———:꒰ yelena belova ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚. catching feelings — yelena was assigned to terminate you, but she finds it impossible after realizing her feelings for you (fem!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. unconditional — you see a whole new side of yelena you’ve never seen before (fem!reader)

- - - - ———:꒰ wade wilson ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚. the good and the bad — your team allowed you to bring your boyfriend along for a mission...now they deeply regret it (fem!reader)

- - - - ———:꒰ steven, jake, marc ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚. “just give me one more chance” “I can’t” — (gn!reader) (steven grant)

↳ ♡₊˚. "you deserve better than me" — (gn!reader) (steven grant)

↳ ♡₊˚. the giver and the taker (18+) — one of your lovers is a complete giver, the other is a huge taker  (fem!reader) (w/ steven and marc)

part two: middle ground — you had the pleasure of meeting jake a while back and you can't deny he's...interesting (w/ steven, marc and jake)

- - - - ———:꒰ namor ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚. nothing compares (18+) — (fem!reader)

- - - - ———:꒰ jack russell ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚. the wolf and the witch  — you met jack through ted and despite all of you becoming friends at first, jack can't deny he's had a crush on you since the day he met you (fem!reader)

↳ ♡₊˚. high infidelity — the heir of ulysses bloodstone has faller for a monster (fem!bloodstone!reader)

- - - - ———:꒰ loki ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚ training session (18+) — after odin assigned you the task of training with loki, you discover a new side of the god of mischief (fem!valkyrie!reader)

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↳ ♡₊˚ friendly banter — sam asks for your help on a mission. you're reunited with him, Joaquín and Bucky. the last one really likes to banter. you think it's just a friendly exchange. it's actually a bit more than that (fem!reader)

part two: friendly introductions — bucky unexpectedly shows up at your apartment, and he's brought a few people with him (ft. thunderbolts*) part three: safe haven — bucky goes back to you after the void incident

- - - - ———:꒰ bucky barnes, ava starr ꒱:

↳ ♡₊˚ choosing — you started to fall for bucky almost as soon as you met, but it's impossible to pretend like you completely got over your complex feelings for ava (x fem!reader)

[yourthepower]

♥︎ Songs to put you in an instant happy mood ♡︎

🧸 Today’s misson you are tasked to make a playlist of music that you enjoy and lift you up! Listen to it every morning! Do share with me what music you enjoy ! I will be including a playlist in abit 🙂

I always listen to these pop music to get back into alignment when feeling fearful or doubtful ! This will help you to get back into a happy alignment ! Sing your heart out and dance ! Remember that despite circumstances , happiness should come from within you and not try to seek it from someone else ❤️

Dynamite - BTS

The Other Side - Justin Timberlake / SZA

Can’t stop this feeling - Justin Timberlake

Happy - Pharrell Williams

High Hopes - Panic at the Disco

Let’s Groove ! - Earth Wind Fire

Side Effects - The Chainsmokers

Roses - Saint Jhn

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat

Level Up - Ciara

Break Free - Arianna Grande

Woman - Doja Cat

Levitating - Dua Lipa

Time of our lives - Neyo / Pitbull

Titanium - Sia

Can’t hold us - Macklemore

Pop stars - KDA

Kings and Queens - Ava Max

[chaomother]

Reading everyone else's OCs powers and backgrounds really spurs me to go tell my own even w how unpolished it is 💀 Might as well HVFJBDKF

See when I made Ava into seedrian all I know about them is that they were humanoid alien plants, and they often had flowers on them so It was a great excuse to integrate Roses into her design especially when she's made for and is all about love of all kinds! But I dug around Seedrian in the wiki, and found they're more so onto trees XDD but I did get ideas for Ava :00

I was honestly thinking Ava is some kind of witch. No one knows where she came from and who knows how long she's been in the forest, but the wanderers and hunters are sure convinced she's an ancient immortal who awakened or returned from a great journey or whatever stories they come up with XD But it's actually not too far from the truth.

I'm not sure what's become of Ava's family and how she got to earth, but it would be likely similar to Opal's except it's because her family was fulfilling their philosophy and beliefs and sacrificed themselves upholding them. Ava knows she'll likely have a fate similar to theirs, it's what Seedrians are existing for. She's come to accept it.

Also, I forgot the name of the Seedrian but shes a v important and seemingly the mother head of all Seedrians, and made this amulet so they wouldn't grow into their full potential. Because once they do, they will die upon using their full power (which can apparently control time, space and the universe or smth?)

But for Ava's case, I think hers was special: she was about to REACH that stage pretty early actually because she was studying magic and the sorts when she's still a fledgeling and all those experiments she did caused herself to grow faster than supposed to until she's almost, ALMOST at that full growth thing— until Seedrian mother head thankfully made a special amulet to put a stop to it in time. They'd scold her about it, but as much as they would ban Ava from ever reading and studying magic and other mystics, there was always a hunger in the little Seedrian; she was a literal peculiarity of her kind. One they don't understand. Seedrian philosophy is highly focused on tranquility, peace and all, Ava has them yes, but she often wants to explore more than just... Staying put X"D So they didn't know what to do with her...

Still, admittedly while she's a peculiar, that doesn't mean she couldn't be useful. With her knowledge and power capacity at such a supposed young age, Ava has been given bigger tasks to challenge her knowledge and magic of the sorts. That was life like in the days when she was still in the galaxy before an event happened and her parents died sacrificing themselves and Ava was sent to earth to escape 💀

More on Ava's situation tho: I said essentially she was almost in that final great stage right? Call me crazy but it made me think the amulet not only controlled and limited her powers from reaching that stage, but I also thought it stopped her time 💀 as if she's immortal. Supposedly shes young, but due to her abnormal growth being accelerated in her studies and then halted like that suddenly, time for Ava was put into chaos for a bit and now no matter how much time passes she always look the very same no matter decades or mayhaps centuries passing 💀 Still, that doesn't mean the amulet can withstand for so long. Even with Seedrian's advanced tech, Ava's magic and knowledge might surpass or even go beyond its capacity and essentially break it and releasing herself from her binds; so because of that it's like Ava is walking on tightrope everyday: she studies and all but she has to be careful lest she makes more cracks on her amulet until it breaks. Cuz the moment it does, there's a high chance she'll die immediately 💀💀

- 💞🌺 anon

i adore that she's a go-getter and would much rather live her life exploring than staying in one place, super cute!♡

AND HER AMULET WILL NEVER CRACK MORE. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT LHKDJFBD MY DAUGHTERRRRR!!!!!

[clariitcs]

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