haunteddelusiontale

[haunteddelusiontale]

hidden treasures

➥ it appeared in my head just now; what if pietro was still alive but shield covered up his death?

➥ pietro maximoff x reader

➥ he was believed to be dead, everyone who knew of his sacrifice grieved his death. But when a man who looks a bit too similar to him is seen walking with a lady much less a child in arms down the street, well someone has some explaining to do.

It has been what - a year now, since the death of a young brave avenger; his death had long since been grieved by others around him all except for his sister, his dearest twin that he had sadly left behind when he made the sacrifice that he did that faithful day.

Times had been rough for Wanda, Pietro was all that she knew, he cared for her when they were young and defended her from men who wanted to take advantage of her on the streets. He had been there for every milestone he had been the parent that they had lost.

She grieved him harder than any of the other Avengers after all he was her other half, still was her other half even in death and they would never understand the pain that she felt, was feeling still to this day.

After a year of what felt like prolong time talks with a therapist who tony had recommend, "They helped me I'm sure they could help you." that was what he had said when he slipped her the paper one evening.

She did things differently, saw things in a different light now, she knew she would never truly be over the death of her brother after all he had been her everything. Whist she couldn't forget about him she could learn to forgive herself - forgive herself for not being stronger, forgive herself for not being able to save him.

She knew she was getting better, Wanda was healing. No longer does she wake up and glare at the sky hoping that maybe some higher being saw her in pain without her twin, no longer does she have panic attacks waking up frantically in the middle of the night reaching out for someone who wasn't there, no longer does she cry herself to sleep hoping and praying wishing that someone would bring her brother back to her.

No now she woke up and stared at the sky taking in the clouds views that overshadowed the world below from such high grounds, when she woke up in the middle of the night from one of her nightmares she was stationed herself on her bed and practice her breathing exercises the ones Bruce had taught her, she allowed herself to think of the good memories between her and her brother memories that her time at Hydra could never erase, she no longer wished for her brother to return to her side no matter how badly she wanted him to be alive again she knew that wouldn't be the case she allowed herself not to dwell on such deep and dark thoughts but instead she begin to appreciate those around her, appreciate the memories of when her brother was alive, appreciate not only herself but him because she knew deep down her brother was a hero and had done what others might have never done. He saved the life and for that she was thankful.

Some days the dark thoughts did get to her and that made her want to lock herself away in her room and not come out until she felt better but her therapist had suggested otherwise; "Maybe you should take a walk to help clear your mind" they would tell her at one of their many meetings and for once she listened.

The weren't necessary clear and sunny but they also wasn't dark like a storm was approaching instead the skies were a light gray and cloudy as if rain was approaching, nothing too heavy but enough where the trash on the street sides would be washed down the storm drains.

So here she sat no umbrella on a bench a warm cup of jasmine tea and hand and a half bitten into muffin in the other, she has been walking around the streets of Manhattan for an hour people of all kinds buzzed every little crack and crevice, people push past one another in a hurry to get from one place to another and cars stayed glued to their spots in the streets, horns beeping loudly as some drivers cursed out one another because they felt frustrated to be stuck in traffic.

Wanda sat calmly on a bench just outside the park across the street from Tony's towering building, she allowed her thoughts to be empty her had to clear, with her eyes glued to the many individuals rushing past her she found herself slipping to her depressive thoughts once more but with a shake of her head and a sigh from her mouth she snapped herself from out of them.

'No time to dwell on such thoughts, put yourself together Wanda' she told herself huffing as she bit into her muffin once more.

Just then a small drop of rain fell on her hand startling her Wanda took a ship from her tea not bothering to pull up her umbrella just yet it was only a little drizzle nothing alarming at all, but as time went by in the passing crowd begins to thin out more drizzles of rain from the sky began falling down.

'Time to go' Wanda thought.

But then she heard it the familiar ringing of her brother's laughter running through her ears. Perhaps she would think it was her mind playing tricks on her or maybe she was having another one of her episodes but that didn't seem to be the case this time for when she looked across the street she has spotted him.

But he had not been alone for in his arms was a child no older than 3 years of age giggling, laughing their little heart out most likely at something their parent had spoken, in front of him and the child was another child - a young girl and her arms were a puppy small but it was feisty, yipping and yapping away with barks every time the little girl's voice rang out through it's slightly droopy but raised the ears. But that had not been all beside him still a woman one who would be viewed as his dream woman he always pictured, with the figure that would surely have a few heads twisting and turning and her direction and eyes that seem to twinkle.

'No, it can't be'

Wanda watched and silent horror hoping that maybe her mind had just been playing tricks on her again but when his familiar accent could be heard and oh god his laugh, she knew it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her for this was reality, this was her reality.

Her brother was alive - so close yet so far away she wanted nothing more then to reach out, to grab him and to hold him close, cry into his chest hoping that he would wrap his much larger arms around her frame, to whisper that everything was okay that she would now be safe from all harm.

When his figure along with the woman and the two children disappeared from sight Wanda found herself storming in the direction of Tony's Tower, her muffin and drink long since abandoned on the streets of New York she was determined, determined to find out the truth.

ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ

After telling, more like yelling, at Tony and the other Avengers 'tell her truth' Steve had made a call to Shield telling them to call a meeting and asking for Director Fury to attend it.

Everyone sat around the meeting room a bit uneasy sneaking glances every now and then at Wanda, they had tried asking her nicely about what the matter was but with her piercing glare sent in their direction they had all stopped bothering her, now they will wait it waited for Director Fury to make his entrance.

When the clear doors of shields meeting room opens up and Director Fury comes strutting his way in his usual blank and scowly expression on his face "Now would somebody tell me why I was called here?"

No one spoke for a few moments allowing the man's question to circle their heads, all but one.

"You lied," her voice came out as nothing more than a whisper; "You fucking lied!"

Before anyone knew it Fury had been operated into the air the glow of Wanda's red powers circling around him keeping him suspended, the Avengers were no better their bodies being tied to their chairs by the red matter.

"Wanda what the fuck?!" Clints alarmed voice shouts.

With blazing tearful eyes wander practically growls out for them to shut up she pushes away from the table and take slow steps towards the suspended Fury. "You lied to us, you lied to me."

"About what Miss Maximoff?" Fury ever the calm and collected man keeps his cool.

"You lied and said my brother had died that day," Wanda says.

"Mr Maximoff is dead Wanda you've seen his body it was riddled with bullets -"

"Stop lying! If my brother was ever truly dead then why did I see him out there -" Wanda points towards the clear window, "Why did I see him out there with the family?! A woman and two children; without a care in the world like that has always been his life! Like I've never existed!"

Finally Wanda breaks down, her powers unholds everyone as she falls to her knees and cries out in agony. Natasha being the closest gets up from out of her chair and crouches down to the younger female, she holds her close hoping to calm her down as Wanda repeats the same words over and over again 'he's alive'.

"What you talking about Fury?" Now it was Steve's turn to speak, whiles he didn't approve of Wanda using her powers against the team he knew her brother's death was still hard on her, but after seeing her like this, those raw emotions, he knew those couldn't be faked. Whatever she had seen, whatever she knew of it seemed that Director Fury must've known about seeing as how he was slowly creeping towards the door after standing up from his previous hang position.

"Are you implying something captain?"

"No, I'm not implying to anything director but from one leader to another I'm asking that you tell me the truth. What do you know about Wanda's brother?"

" Nothing -"

"Liar!" Wanda screams out.

"Holy shit, she's telling the truth" says Tony.

Whist this whole commotion was happening he plugged himself into one of the screening computers and have Friday search through it. "Seems you weren't being too truthful there Nick," Tony says almost in a teasing tone.

"Project Pietro, it was started just a year ago. Oh God - Wanda I am so sorry" tony mumbles out towards the end.

"Tell me..." Wanda says coming to a standing, "Please I must know."

"They experimented on him, after they took out the bullets from his body they ran experiments on him; apparently his mutation from Hydra caught their attention. They wanted to use it and they did, somehow they managed to find a way to extract the cell that held the most of his gene with the power in it from out of his body. They waited until he was fully healed and wiped his memories then they sent him out on the streets, apparently they had been monitoring him for some time."

Voices of disagreement rang throughout the room ask Tony continued. "He goes by the name Peter and he has no recaution of his background, he knows he comes from somewhere because of his accent but he isn't sure where, " a picture of Pietro pulls up on the hologram screen.

"He met a woman not too long ago who worked at the shelter that he stayed at and eventually if seems they fell in love. They weren't together long before they got married it was a small ceremony with the woman's family being present - her grandparents, her mother and father and her sisters were there."

"Her father (father's name) got his daughter's newly wedded husband a job at the factory he worked in whiles his wife (mother's name) continued working with their daughter (Y/n) at the shelter, with enough money saved up from his job Pietro or Peter bought him and his wife a small cottage home just on the outskirts of the city, they live in a small town close to his wife's grandparents (grandparents names)."

"It seems they tried for a kid but after so many tries they found that Pietro or Peter couldn't have any, seems that whatever gene Shield took from out of him and enabled him from having kids but despite his infertility his wife stayed with him. They adopted a little girl first who goes by the name Ginovi - they like calling her Jelly Bean apparently, she's currently 6 years of age and attends a school not that far from their home. They later adopted an infant boy who they dubbed their son and they got to meet his birth parents who were a young 16 and 17-year-old couple who couldn't bear to take care of a young child seeing as how they were young children, the mother allowed (Y/n) to name the boy but she had given that right over to Peter seeing as how he was just as much as the child's parent as she was - huh what do you know." Tony pauses.

"He named the young boy Pyro, it reminded him of the name that a woman kept calling him in his head he couldn't recall the exact name but he knew it started with a p and end it with a o."

The Avengers and Wanda listened closely, Director Fury had long since left from out of the room having made a silent escape already knowing the information that Tony would be reading off. Wanda couldn't help but cry not just tears of sadness but tears of relief because while her brother was alive and didn't remember her at least he had somebody by his side and knowing that he wasn't alone in this world was enough to bring her peace.

[haunteddelusiontale]

dysfunctional

➥ @fandomnationwhore placed said request from my list of prompts

➥ first request; oh how I hope you enjoy this :)

➥ Arthur Shelby was dubbed the crazy brother because of his past and impulsive rage fits he seems to have often, luckily that titles been given to another fellow

➥.Peaky Blinders Arthur Shelby x Reader

➥ prompt number eight - "if I can't have you no one can"

Arthur Shelby, a name known by many but a man known by few.

He was a complex man not many understood him. They viewed him as a dark and violent individual because well Arthur Shelby could not seem to give his temper in check.

Not many individuals family included knew the true Arthur. With such a brass appearance, he was often seen as nothing more than the man who did the dirty work for his brothers.

No one could truly see how deeply hurt he was underneath all that toughness he portrayed, underneath the gangster appearance he gave out Arthur was nothing more than a scared and broken man, frightened of being left alone in this world and fearful of dying without having ever truly been loved we're starting a different path one that did not involve his family's bad upbringing.

Over time as the years went by and the days grew longer, he begin to think that he would never find love, that he would forever be used as nothing more than a tool to do his family's dirty work.

But that hasn't seem to be the case for our dearest Arthur Shelby.

No he ended up finding himself someone a beautiful lady whom went by the name of (Y/n) (L/n); with (eye color) eyes that held many secrets and a lop sided smirk that looks to be filled with nothing but mischief.

Arthur had finally found himself someone worth living for.

Their meeting have been anything but romantic; in fact the first time they have met was when Arthur had been brutally beating up a man in the alleyway who owed him and his brothers some money. The man plead and cries could be heard from the front of the dark alley late at night but with the streets empty, safe from one person alone who had been wandering, the man's cries had not gone unheard.

It was as if Arthur had been lost in a fit of rage until he felt the small soft but rough hands grab him by the back of his neck, almost like what a mother cat would do to her young to get them to submit. "Oy get off of the poor lad can't you see that he got the message."

Arthur spun around ready to throw fist with the stranger who had stopped him from finishing the job but when dark stormy eyes clashed with the strangers it seemed as if all that anger had suddenly vanished.

"Yeah -" his gruff voice managed out, "Yeah, you're right."

"I know I am now let's get you cleaned up big boy what it means you walking the streets looking like something the cats done dragged out of the bag."

From that point on history have been set in stone. Arthur Shelby just had to know everything about the stranger, over time a bond grew between the two and love begin to fill in the gaps of their friendship. Arthur never found the courage to ask them out he had felt insecured not only with knowing their age Gap but seeing as how (y/n) was a well-desired woman by many men much closer to her age.

So many negative thoughts clouded his mind; why would she want someone like him, he could very much be her grandfather if not closer to her father's age. She was a bright and well put together woman who could have some any man she desired, someone with less baggage, someone less dangerous; but yet she wanted him.

And still to this day it always baffled him knowing that she chose him.

ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ

"My family's having a meeting..."

"And why is it that you're telling me this."

Two individuals laid down side by side in the wet grass, it has just finished raining hours ago and the ground had still been damp from the passing storm but neither one of them cared for this was their moment alone; away from the world, away from their problems, away from everyone but themselves.

"I would love it if you could accompany me..."

"If I hadn't heard you correctly first time I would have mistaken this as you wanting me to simply meet your family. But this wouldn't be a simple meet the famimy gathering, no that's much too complicated for you Arthur - for you are a complexed man."

"Yer complexed man." Author teasingly said back in response.

"Yes, my complexed man."

All was silent between the two - neither one of them have spoken for a few minutes simply allowing the news to circle around their heads. Whilst Arther's thoughts were much more negative than his partner, his female companion could not help but have taken this as the perfect opportunity to meet her future-in-laws.

"Alright I'll join you, now what time does this need to start?"

"8pm sharp," Arthur hurringly says.

"Then I shall be ready at 6 o'clock. Pick me up on the dot."

"Always." Arthur says taking the small of her hand with his rather large one carefully turning her hand around he places a delicate kiss on the back side of it. " Always and forever," she mimics.

When 6 o'clock came rounding around Arthur found himself standing outside flat of his darling partner, raising a fist to knock the door opened suddenly. "Well don't you look dashing." the woman before him says a carefree smile fell across her features, and Arther's breath could not help but to have been snatched from his every being.

"You look beautiful -" he says adding a "as always" towards the end to save him.

"Thank you. Now then, shall we be off?"

ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ

Dinner had surprisingly gone well, whist the Shelby family did not take too kindly to the late introduction as well as the interruption of a family dinner by a stranger nonetheless Arther stood abide by making sure his partner could stay or rather would be staying.

With no one wanting to start a fist fight Thomas allowed his brother's guest to stay.

"So how long has this been going on for?" Polly questioned taking a drag from her cigarette.

"About 8 months, though I would say we are still a fresh couple." (Y/n) replies it was clear that she would be taking the lead for the following conversations and discussions that have yet to come.

It seemed as though Polly's question had opened up a gateway for her nephew to question the young woman before them.

Michael chokes on his sip of champagne and Arthur being closest to his brother roughly pats him on the back, "8 months?! And you view that as still being a fresh couple." Michael mocks.

"Well yes, whist 8 months can be seen as a rather long time period for couples, to me it is only the beginning. Arthur and I have much to still learn about one another, secrets to discovered and feelings to share, talks to be spoken on. But seeing as how you're well known for sleeping around with anything that has a nice warm hole between its legs, I doubt you know anything of that sorts." Taking a sip of her champagne she side eyes Michael.

She knew meeting her lover's family would not be easy after all they were well respected, feared individuals in the streets. People spoke on their last name and whispered about rumors that most likely weren't rumors - not that anyone would be brave enough to say anything about it to their faces, behind their backs.

"And how long until this one cheats?" Thomas cuts in sharply.

Arthur wouldn't say it but hearing his brother say those words out loud deeply hurt him and his partner can tell from the way his once told figure started to slouch and on itself his insecurity were building back up and she would be damned if she allowed that to happen.

With a piercing glare and a sharp laugh sounding from her throat her eyes pierced into the dark blue ones of Thomas. "Who says I would cheat?"

Her tone is sharp and leaves no room for questions but Thomas Shelby isn't a man to back down from a argument. Well you are a rather young woman compared to my brother; I would say he has maybe 10 perhaps 20 years on you at best -"

" I don't see how my age has anything to do with the terms of cheating."

Thomas takes a drag from his cigar, "In short terms my brother is a damaged man. War tends to do that to a man, and you...you on the other hand are a young woman bright, and witty from what I can see. I'm sure you would love to travel the world and meet new people, individuals who won't hold you back."

"Arthur isn't holding me back..."

Thomas quirks a eyebrow at her defensive tone "Oh do go on.."

Leaning back in her chair she places one arm behind Arthur's chair her fingers barely glazing the back of his suit. "It seems you underestimate just how charming your brother is."

"Yes I won't lie he is 20 years older than I am but after all like many say age is just a number, Arthur is a mature man who takes my presence not for granted like most men my age would, he does not see me as a little young pocket pussy that he can fuck whenever he wishes to. He treats me like a well-respected woman of my age in class not only am I cherished by this man but I am loved and cared for. Something I doubt you or anyone at this table to show a woman."

"So rather the question should be flipped it is not him who should be worried about me cheating it is I who should be worried about him cheating, after all I am just as lucky to have him in my life as he is to have me and his..." silence filled the once talkative dining room only for the Shelby's unexpected guests voice to cut through the air once more, "Though if that do ends up happening.. I would kill him."

How bold!

"W-What?!" Arthur chokes out.

"Oh please darling, don't act so surprised. I thought I've made it well clear to you then I was equally as crazy if not more than you. But it seems that everyone around me is having a slow moment this evening so let me be clear -" turning in her chair to face her lover, (y/n)'s hand comes up to grasp at his chin softly before her nails dug it's way into his flesh.

Pulling him down closer to her face as if she were a siren and he would a fisherman she utters her terrifyingly sweet vows; "If you were to ever cheat on me I would not only brutally torture and murder you but I would send your remains to each and every one of your familymembers because after all..if I can't have you, no one can."

[haunteddelusiontale]

prompts :

Fandoms being written for -

➥ Vikings

➥ Vampire Knight

➥ Black Butler

➥ Naruto

➥ Bleach

➥ Demon Slayer

➥ Devilman Crybaby

➥ Supernatural

➥ Stranger Things

➥ X-Men

➥ Peaky Blinder

➥ Umbrella Academy

➥ Twilight

➥ My Hero Academia

➥ Avengers

Sentences -

1 ➥ "Oh no...our table...it's broken "

2 ➥ "Ew, you're alive"

3 ➥ "Bippity Boppity back the fuck up"

4 ➥ "If I wish to commit suicide I would climb up your ego and jump down to your IQ level"

5 ➥ " Sometimes I wonder who's the smart one here"

6 ➥ "Well if it isn't Big Bird's emo son, I'll be damned"

7 ➥ "If I had a dollar for every time someone called me ugly I would be broke, because honey I'm beautiful"

8 ➥ "If I can't have you no one can"

9 ➥ "You're the cum dumpster your mother should've swallow"

10 ➥ "Falling just like flying, but with the more permanent destination"

11 ➥ "Flex tape stronger than your relationship"

12 ➥ "Older shits teach littler shits the shit elder shits should've taught them"

13 ➥ "Careful who you call a child because you know what that makes you a pedophile and I'll be damned if I sit here and be lectured by a pervert"

14 ➥ "Bold of you to assume I even think"

15 ➥ "You guys are Pros right? Then why does it feel like I'm going against toddlers that barely knows how to walk right"

16 ➥ "Thanks, it's the trauma"

17 ➥ "After all these hands are rated E for everybody"

18 ➥ "Speak for yourself at least I don't have more conversations with the memorial statue than with actual people"

19 ➥ "Being jealous is a disease, get well soon bitch"

20 ➥ " I know I'm handsome but having you stare at me is kind of a turn off"

21 ➥ "Why is Big Bird emo son talking to me?"

22 ➥ "Once I find them I'll build their skin from off their muscles and feed it to the creatures of the forest watching as they drink their blood like holy wine"

23 ➥ " It's heretopaternal superfecundation, mom had a threesome and it got two mistakes instead of one"

24 ➥ "It's the borderline incest for me beloved"

25 ➥ "Now remember walk straight even if you're gay

26 ➥ " Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma"

27 ➥ " I'm sick you assholes baby me"

28 ➥ "Oh shit he's trying to say something. Quick someone get the Speak-n- Spell"

29 ➥ "He looks like my depression in human form, he looks like he could be my sleep paralysis demon, if depression and anxiety had a child he would be that child"

30 ➥ "You shouldn't talk so big it makes your height look bad"

31 ➥ "Sucking the life out of you guys like depression on a Tuesday"

32 ➥ "My depression maybe vicious but this ass is delicious, stay sluty my friends"

[haunteddelusiontale]

in flames

✿ she never wanted to be a hero, but here she was; being forced into becoming one.

✿ my hero academia x female reader

✿ in flames Chapter one

✿ in flames chapter 2 ✿

Months went by and (y/n) grew, no longer was she this little plump baby who could barely say anything but cry or coo as a form of communication. No, now she was a few months into aging in this new body, with her powers reawakened her apparence begin changing to match much of her old one, not by much but slowly. Her eyes which were once a (least favorite color) begin changing, shifting into her regular (eye color), a shade in which she was use to seeing in the mirror everyday in her past life.

It was hard, admittedly so for the first few weeks. She was a twenty six year old women for crying out loud in the body of a infant not that long ago, now here she stood on two shakily legs with a man in front of her mirroring the same fearful look as her. Damn this child body.

"D-don't worry sweetheart. D-daddy will catch you i-if you fall!"

Now you may wonder why would a twenty six yea old women be scared of falling? That's the thing, she wasn't. She faught in a fucking war for crying out loud, she's been stabbed and shot at. Falling was far down her list of fears, no, but when you're stuck in the body of a weak child falling is indeed on top of her list. Sure, she could use her powers to catch herself granted she almost falls to begin with but that would raise suspicion on her behave, something she wanted to avoid.

But think about it, if she falls in this body worse case scenario she'll snap her neck.

Her (eye color) eyes stayed trained on the man before her, she hadn't moved since Haruhi shakily stood her up. Whiles they stood there in a stare off, her more doing the standing whiles he himself sat on his knees ready to lunge out and catch her at any sudden moments of danger arrising she begin taking in his features.

Haruhi was a rather shy individual, timid really. His hair fell in dark straight locks behind his back curling up towards the ends, his ears were elf like small and pointed whiles his eyes were slanted and sharp like a hawk, it didn't help that it looked as if he wore eyeliner either. His nose similar to a little mouses nose it was cute and well rounded tipped. With a towering but boney figure he looked almost like a skeleton. A friendly, easily scared skeleton.

It was a wonder how he ended up with someone like Margaret. Whiles he was timid she was outgoing and her apparence matched just that. With hair that flowed behind her in curly messy waves she was like the sun to his moon. Eyes wide and caring - they were the deepest shade of purple ever seen, her figure wast necessarily short but compared to Haruhi's scary seven foot three inches she was tall for common women here in japan standing at the tall length of six foot and one inch.

Least she knows this body will grow.

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

Here she was now at the age of one, it was well past midnight and her parents were soundly asleep in their bedroom she and Phoinix had been rebuilding their powers up slowly, testing it to be sure that everything was fully there.

"Everything seems to be in order child."

"I would hope so, we've been at it for months now."

Truthfully it's been a little more then months, at least in her mindscape. In the real world it was only seem as a few days since they've started training, Phoinix had wish to wait until her child like body could walk and sit up on its own before she begin her training, even though she didn't need it, Phoinix seen it as a way to slowly spread the building power up and equally throughout her frame. Too much power could kill this small body but luckily with Phoinix in charge of most of the abilities they were able to equally distributive power throughout each limb.

"You've grown."

"As have you."

It was silent for a few moments neither being spoke to one another simply enjoying the view of the Galaxy that circled around them in the mindscape.

"What will we do now?"

"What do you mean Phoinix?"

"When our power has returned fully to this young body, what will we do then?"

"The more we train, the more your body begins to adapt and in it's unconscious state it's learning to accept me, to accept this power."

"Truthfully I haven't given it much thought. When our powerfully returns and fully bonds with this young form of mine I know that we will be unstoppable as we once were. We have the power to return to that world of ours but I can't help but think maybe I shouldn't. There is still much I have yet to fully learn about you and your power, I know that you can keep me alive for however long you see fit to keep surviving, you can take lives just as you can easily restore them. You've conjured planets, worlds, hell even galaxies way before you've met my mother and bonded with her. If we truly wanted to go back to our world we wholeheartedly could have... expect we have chosen to stay."

"That is correct, we could have returned but you just as well as know I know we was so badly prefer not to. Here we are not feared, here we are much more than simple test subjects to the public, we are loved just as we are cared for by two beautiful human beings - not saying that your parents did not care for you but all there truly was; was war back at home. Do you truly wish to go back to the life you once lived having to look over your shoulder waiting to see if this would be yours or anyone you've cared about end..."

"No."

"Then let us not return, let us allow everyone we've cared about rest in peace. We have something no one else in this world have and that is power. I'm not talking about what they call power, those quirks. We do not have a limit yet they do, we are a god amongst men and we ought to start acting like it."

[haunteddelusiontale]

in flames

✿ she never wanted to be a hero, but here she was; being forced into becoming one.

✿ my hero academia x female reader

✿ this is indeed a crossover story, just thought I'd give you alittle insight before I begin writing

✿ in flames chapter 1 ✿

She was a fraud.

She should not have been here on this earth but for some strange reason here was was, being held in the arms of another who were of not her clan.

She should not have been there, that much was true.

She had died, she had witnessed herself taking her last breathe. Comrades who she's come to love as family, die all around her on that dreadful battlefield.

Her parents, she watched as they fought till their last breath, die. Everyone she cared about was dead, she was dead. Or rather she was suppose to be dead.

She had no reliability ability to help her decipher this strange coding, was this God's cruel joke on her.

Perhaps this was her heaven, but why would her heaven have her being held in the arms of another and not the pair she so deeply desired.

Or perhaps this was her personal hell from Satan himself.

Whichever it was, she did not like it.

Not one bit, and with anger she cried.

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

"See Isabel, this isn't so bad." A women says with her arms carefully wrapped around the newborn who had barely been born just a few days ago. Even though the child's eyesight most likely would not be fully there she knew her child was alert. Having seen her daughter head move around shakily and eyes flicker every which way whiles at the hospital. She was a rather observert baby. Margaret could tell her daughter would grow to be a intelligent young women asthe years grow and go by - oh if only she knew.

Her dearest Isabel on the other hand mirrored the opposite of the older women's expression. Whiles her childlike face held nothing sort of relaxed child she was anything but relaxed, for her mind raved with thoughts of all kind.

She was not this women's daughter nor would she ever truly be. Her name was (Y/n) (M/n) Grey Summers.

Her father was Scott Summers and her mother was Jean Grey.

Deep down she felt sorry for this women, Margaret seemed like a sweetheart and if she knew the truth about her existence she knows whiles confused this women probably would still accept her. But she could also tell from this women's aura that she was a clueless being and would assume her 'daughter' was either,

A. Having a identity crisis

Or B. Was playing make believe

Both outcomes would leave her exposed to this world's dangers and she much rather avoid that. For the first few days at the hospital she had been born at she come to realize that this was neither heaven nor hell but rather a different dimension in the multiverse in which she had been reborn or rather reincarnated into. Her soul reshaped itself and took shelter in this newborns body, her soul being to overpowered for the young infants own soul destroyed it and filled out this tiny body.

She was an invader of another but survival was survival. Like Logan always said, "Surivial of the fittest. Only the strong survived."

Which was true.

Back in her world or dimension for this matter people like her were outcasts to everyone. Seen as threats, they were hunted, abused and killed or experimental one. She like many others found a safe haven in a school for people just like them, they were trained in combat as well as with their powers, taught and educated on various topics one would learn growing up. There they were safe, until they weren't.

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

When Margaret had fallen asleep; there laid (y/n) awake and deep in thought. So far she knew this world was similar to her own, some people had powers and others didn't.

She wondered did her powers from her past life transfer over to her new life. With a flutter of her eyelashes she rests them and takes a deep breath, allowing herself to call out to the earth, to the universe, to her power.

Her body buzzed, and her eyes moved at light speed under her lids and with a gasp she reopens her eyes and finds herself in her older form. Though she knew it would not last long she was thankful to be in her true form.

"Phoinix -" she calls out into the dark abyss before her in Latin, and like a switch her world lights up.

There before her drowned in the hot reddish orange flames was the phoneix, a power unknown to man but seemingly had bonded with her at birth. You see this power once belonged to her mother and whe Logan had 'killed her' it was believed to had disappear from her systems. Luckily she had been saved in time before she could fully travel over to the other side and after a series of tests she had been announced cleared as well as pregnant.

Unknown to anyone that power didn't just disappear but instead took shelter in the form of her baby. where the powerful entity known to men bonded and stayed.

"I am here child."

"Where are we?"

"In a universe much like our own yet so very much different."

"Is there a way to go home?"

"No child. I'm afraid the home we once known is gone."

There was a silent pausing between the two, the entity took the shape of its last known figure - her mother. (Y/n) frowned hating knowing that it wasn't her mother, that her world was gone, that she was gone.

"What can you tell me of this world?"

"Humans here are different. Some have been born with powers, powers they've labeled as 'quirks'. Everyone's quirks are different, som ranging from flight quirks to teleportion quirks, some are useless like shape-shifting into a animated object or reading quickly. But others are useful and harmful depending on how they're used."

"It seems this world is much like our own..."

"Yes and no, I'm afraid it is the opposite. There are beings here, humans who have been deemed quirkles. They are the ones with no power at all, they are seen as weak and hopeless. Crime here is also more common then back in our word because of the sudden apparence of quirks and humans have labeled themselves heroes and villains, depending on the quirk that is."

"That's foolish of them. A child could be sick and their father could go out to get them medicine. If he can not afford it and takes it he is seen as a hero in the child's eyes but a thief and villain in the eyes of others -" she scoffs. "How foolish."

"Very, but I'm afraid that's how this world works."

"Tell me Phoinix, at what age does one get their quirks?"

"Typically at the age of five but from som cases it seems others are simply late bloomers. I know wha you are thinking child and no you was not born with a quirk but your power - our power, still remains."

"Thank you Phoinix."

"Do not thank me child. It is I who should be thanking you for keeping me safe."

"If not for you I would be dead."

"Tha is correct but if not for you nor your mother I would not exist. Your mother's body took me in when we made contact in space that day, your body did the same when I was to be killed off. And for that I thank you."

"But now child you must return for your body is fading back into reality but do not worry for I am still here. For I am with you..."

"As I always will be, child."

[haunteddelusiontale]

𝔜𝔢𝔬, ℑ'𝔪 𝔞 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡