#I mean as if turning a war criminals to some Wattpad characters

[ladychlo]

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[averil2004]

Who is who? - Star Wars AU (from Wattpad)

What if - Anakin never turned to the Dark Side.

Yeah, I know It's nothing special but my story is mostly about my Skywalker family (no, I didn't mean Padmé, Luke and Leia but they appared).

Anakin - Chosen One, member of the Jedi Council and Jedi Master (they know about him and Padmé and decided to change their ways). Happy father and husband but still with obsession about controling everything and make his family safe. From the Skywalker brothers (yes, BROTHERS) he is the oldest (a few minutes older than Sik). To be honest, his character is actually the same like in movies or TCW.

Sik - Anakin's twin brother, almost the same appearance (Sik has shorter hair and no scar). Bounty Hunter and slicer. Rebel, confident, creative and very inteligent. Also loyal to his family and ,,colleagues". One of the best snipers on Courscant or even in whole Galaxy. Otherwise, Sik had a weakness for alcohol, drugs and pretty ladies ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). And his overthinking also brings him to melancholy and shows his other side as sensitive and caring man. Sensitive to Force but has less midichlorians than his twin brother (something around 18 thousands), but Mace Windu thinks that some treinings could make Sik stronger Jedi than Anakin. After everything, Sik is a lovely Kira's husband (she is his childhood friend) and good father to their daughter - Luna.

Shawn - the youngest from all of them (12 years difference). Also sensitive to the Force, but he had a father - who turned out to be a dangerous criminal, but that is different story. Because of his young age and past as slaver (Shawn was 12 years old when he was freed and found out about Anakin and Sik) Anakin and Padmé decided to adopt him and give him an opportunity to education. That makes Shawn a little nerd and person who want to know everything about anything. About his character, Shawn is calm, charming and inteligent boy, but sometimes a little selfish and can be a megaloman. He is working to became a pilot one day and he is in love with Jyn Dooku (Count Dooku's daughter in my AU) - Sik support them and Anakin isn't very happy about that.

[nekoannie-chan]

No option

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant enhanced!Reader & Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt

Word count: 1117 words.

Summary: For two years you and your best friend were planning you revenge, now the plan was for Steve to be on your side.

Warnings: Reader is HYDRA.

A/N: This is my entry to the @fangirlovestuff‘s Birthday Challenge with prompt #19:

“Partners in crime.”

Also my entry to the @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall‘s 500 Follower Challenge with song lyric:

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun.”

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

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You last checked the list, you already carried everything you needed, you walked the streets trying to keep your profile low, you had stayed hidden from a few months before, however as you went through a newspaper stand you stopped, and a headline had caught your eye, smiled. 

"We were trying hard when everything was easier," you thought as you bought the paper. You rushed to where you lived, you needed to tell your best friend the news, in the end, the last plan had been successful, now they would probably never look for them again. 

"Brock, I have great news!" You exclaimed when you walked into the house. 

"Unless you've found a mutant who can heal wounds or the Avengers are dead, it's not great news," Brock growled. 

"Almost," you responded by putting the paper in front of him. 

Brock opened his eyes surprised as he read the header, a crooked smile appeared on his face.

"I always thought you were the best, even before Strucker subjected you to experimentation.” 

"That only enhanced my powers, I suppose we should tell your girlfriend...” 

"Sin's too busy, rather we should think we'll do now that they're separated.” 

"Maybe it's time for my come back, Steve's probably very desperate and he'd do anything, in the end now he's one of the most wanted fugitives," you said. 

"That means they're not going to look for us anymore.” 

"No, that means you're legally dead and I'm still missing.” 

"The only thing I would worry about would be Maximoff...” 

"Maximoff is no match for me, I've been in her mind, its chaos, she thinks his twin is dead, well everyone believes that not counting that our plan worked perfectly," you interrupted him. “It would also be nice if we got the Soldier back...”

“First Rogers and then the Soldier will be easy.” 

"Then we have work to do.”

One week took you to find out Steve's new location, you already knew all the details of what happened in the Civil War, then you would figure how to get Barnes out of Wakanda without anyone else noticing or if things went well you would do it with Steve's help. 

"Y/N, are you sure about this?” Brock questioned. 

"Of course, they think they've already defeated HYDRA, but they've all done what we wanted.”

You were walking down the street, you knew that was the day Steve went to the market to buy some food and find out what was going on. Steve was watching the paper holding a person at the front table, they were still looking for him, they probably would do it all his life, he wasn't sure when he could stand running, contacting the others was complicated, if they weren't careful, they could leave some trace and find them. He wasn't sure if they'd go back to the Raft, although they'd most certainly take them to another prison more safely to prevent them from escaping again.

He turned and felt his heart beating fast, blinked several times, couldn't believe what he had just seen, you were missing for just over two years, he immediately got up, left the money to pay the food and hastened his step, all that time he thought you were dead, he didn't know if it was a hallucination or if you were there. 

“Y/N!” He called you.  

You stopped when you heard your name, you turned slowly until you face him. 

"Steve, it's been a long time.” 

"Where have you been? I thought that day...” 

"I had to run away, you may not understand, but my best friend and I have been hiding all this time," you replied. 

"That is not possible, Rumlow is dead and because of him, they created the Sokovia Accords.”

"Dead? No, I can assure you he is not.” 

Steve didn't understand what was going on, yet he agreed to go with you, when he got to the house and saw Brock practically pounced him, you managed to separate them.

"What's wrong with you, Steve?” 

"It's all his fault...” 

“What? But we've been here the last few months.” 

"How do you explain Lagos?” Steve exasperated. 

"What happened in Lagos?”

"Rumlow, don't ask stupid things...” 

"Steve, we don't know what you're talking about, Brock doesn't get out of here, and don’t you see his condition?” 

Steve showed you the videos of that incident, both you and Brock pretended to be surprised, of course, they knew what had happened, and that was the first part of his revenge plan. 

"Steve, that's not Brock, I'm pretty sure that was a trap, there are mutants who can change their shape, they can even look like people we know," you explained. 

"What you mean?” 

"Probably, maybe Ross just needed a pretext for the Accords," you replied. 

"We did belong to HYDRA, but we had a good reason," Brock said.

"I can't find any reason for that," Steve refuted. 

"Brock and I were neighbours since we were kids, we've known each other all our lives, my parents died, they'd send me to an orphanage, and I decided to escape, while Brock's father beat him, that's when we ran away.” 

"Two children alone in the world is not the safest thing, a HYDRA agent found us and that's when we found a new home," Brock continued. 

"But you were able to choose...”

"And that's what we did, after the battle at the Triskelion I escaped, but I found out Brock was in the hospital, the doctors said it was a miracle that he survived, then we hid, we knew everyone would look for us.” 

"I thought you were dead, I was looking for you too, you could have asked me for help," Steve complained.

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun.” 

"Rogers you're wrong, they weren't even going to listen to us, they'd immediately lock us up in the Raft.” 

"I can’t leave my best friend behind. Steve, you're wanted too, you're a runaway like us, you're nothing to them but a criminal," you said. 

"Accept it, we are now partners in crime," Brock said.

“Partners in crime”, it didn't sound so bad to Steve, you were right, now it didn't matter what he did in the past for his country, all they cared about now was that he hadn't signed the Accords. You put your hand on Steve's forehead and entered his mind, very easily you started manipulating everything that was there, and Captain America no longer existed and would never come back. 

“What is the next step?” Brock questioned. 

"Make the Roxxon Company explode, I hear you have... a very interesting experiment," you responded as you smiled.

[scaryteddybear]

listing the different escapism strategies

thought i’d list out the different escapism strategies because whew, who doesn’t need some of those these days?? most of these are those that i have personal experience with but i’m sure there are more. 

1. books!!! fiction books in particular. this is a classic. this is what everyone that was lonely did in middle school (me) and is a really good one. might not be that good for people that can’t see images in their head. for me when i read a really good book and i get really into it, at one point it doesn’t even feel like i’m reading anymore, it’s just a movie playing out in my head. i think a lot of us have lost this habit and have found other ways to escape the reality of our situation, but i’ve also seen a lot of people reverting back to their middle school habits during the pandemic. 

2. tv-shows!! obsessing over a tv-show and bigning it is a common strategy for a lot of people. in like march/april of this year when i had school online (we’re back irl now but our cases are rising again which is worrying) i binged all of criminal minds, all 15 seasons, in about a month and a half. and i know my friends did the same thing. so binging shows is also a classic one. easier for people who can’t have images in their heads because their images are on the screen, but might also feel a bit more distant than reading a book. 

3. movies. i feel like movies are harder to really escape to, unless it is a comfort movie, because you watch like two hours and then it’s over. if it’s a long series you might get up to 24 hours or more in total viewing time (lotr, harry potter, star wars, etc.) but then again they are often based on books and in my opinion it is easier to find an escape in books. 

4. fanfiction. this is a good one if you have a book/show/movie/etc. that you really like and you want to explore more within that universe. there are so many different AUs to read, so many ships. there are a lot of really good sites. wattpad is often the start for many, but because of all the ads they have it isn’t enjoyable to read on there anymore. tumblr is good, often has good smut if that is something you’re looking for. fanfiction.net has stuff if you want to find a bit more obscure fics or if you’re looking for classics. ao3 is of course the queen amongst peasants. with a superior tagging system, a great warning system for triggers, as well as a huge user base, you can find ANYTHING you want here. (im talking anything, one time i found teletubbies smut, it was an experience) (i didn’t read it but it was there). ao3 is also good because you can often find a lot of y/n fics, and those are quite good if you just wanna feel like you’re dating your favorite celebrity or character. 

5. music. music is always good if you’re in your feelings. there’s something for everyone and i think that no matter what genre you listen to you can find something that suits your current mood. you can also, if it is a somewhat popular artist or group, always take a deep dive into the fandom and watch all the content from when they started until now. that is what i did back in 2015/2016 when i started to listen to 5 seconds of summer. i watched all of their old videos and lives and EVERYTHING. i made sure i knew everything about them, like if i would have been a fan from the start. the thing about having music as an escapism is that personally i wouldn’t really call it that. for me, music (or the focus on the artist) is more of a temporary “obsession”. i put obsession in quotation marks because it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. i got into kpop in like february/march of this year and yeah sure i have no clue what i was like before kpop, but at least they make me laugh. kpop is also a really good way for someone to escape through music/artists. there is so many different groups or solo artists to listen to. you don’t even have to listen to kpop, there’s k-rnb,k-hiphop, k-rock. there’s c-pop and j-pop. (literally, like go onto kprofiles.com and you’ll see how much there is to see). no group sounds the same so you won’t get that issue either. the only thing you might have an issue with is if you want to be able to understand what they’re saying which you won’t unless you know korean (there’s always subtitles but from what i understand some people hate subtitles which i don’t understand at all). and you’ll always be able to find english translations of the songs, either on youtube or on lyrics sites. 

6. social media. social media is a tricky one because on one hand you can definitely find content that offers an escape but on the other hand social media is full of the reality of our lives and therefore it might be hard. tiktok is good if you wanna feel like you’ve been on the app for five minutes when in reality it’s been 3 hours. for me tiktok is kinda bad, because when i get to the point that i spend hours on it every day my attention span turns into crap and i get really obsessed with it. always be careful with social media because there’s often a lot of toxic behaviour there too. i’ve seen a lot of people talk about how tiktok is turning into tumblr 2.0 (in a bad way) with (trigger warning!! thinspo, eating disorders, don’t read the next four lines) a lot of ed content as well as a lot of mental illness in general. i’ve seen comments like “time to not eat” on people’s tiktoks when the person has a “good” body (i.e. often skinny, and conventionally attractive). there’s also so much hate and insults there. as soon as anyone who is not necessarily attractive according to society’s standards, and they try to dance or they try to be funny, everyone in the comments are super mean to them. even comments like “as soon as i saw this i ran to the comments” are not nice. so if you’re gonna use social media as an escape please be careful.

those are all of the escapism strategies i can think of right now. if you have any others please reblog with them or add them in the tags!! and if you want tips on my personal favorite book series/tv shows/music groups let me know!! 

[alistonjdrake]

Of Vipers and Saints: Different Kinds of Love & Different Kinds of Jealousy

OVS, Of Rust and Gold’s first sequel, takes us back to the Escana Empire where the Harver reign faces new struggles when they’re asked to join a war on foreign soil, rebellions against their rule are sparked, and an assassination attempt threatens to tear it all apart. Prince Argus and his ex-pirate lover Leo are finally given the chance to be together, but as the political climate gets hot even they might turn against each other.

Last Round of World Building Posts:  1 2  3  4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Season Two World Building Posts: 1 2 3 4 

Main Wip Intro here

Now, is this a real world building post? No probably not. Am I taking the opportunity to comment on this because OVS on wattpad got a comment recently that made me want to comment on this? Yes. 

Just to say there was nothing wrong with that comment it just got me thinking about how some relationships in OVS and The Saints Song series as a whole might be perceived or how some characters being jealous of others might be confused for having different motives. 

So let’s jump into it. What was the comment and what prompted it?

"If the girl in custody is royalty in need of help and not a criminal, we can perhaps use it to get your child free of whatever charges are currently against him. But I wouldn't want to risk Damaris' job either."

"Why?" If the girl was a princess, she told them her name, and Princess Damaris should have been knowledgeable enough to connect the dots. Sure, she had no proof on her but her ship was clearly expensive before the wreck and she didn't act like a lowborn drifter. It was Princess Damaris' job to investigate and make well-thought-out decisions, not put everyone in chains because a bird pecked someone's eye one too many times.

"She would never forgive me." Argus squeezed his hands before dropping his head from on top of Leo's to bury it in the curve of his neck. His hair tickled him, skin already cool from the windy night. He felt Argus lean the full force of his weight on him. Leo folded his arms on the table and rested his cheek against his forearm, closed his eyes, and sighed.

Nothing good would come from the clench in Leo's gut. Princess Damaris arrested Mel for something Leo was willing to take the fall for, and why? Her personal grudge should be against him, not the kid. No matter what, even when he woke up to the sound of them screaming at each other in the next room over the smallest details, Leo would have to swallow that Argus still loved his cousin.

Argus and Damaris have always been one of my favorite relationships in TSS. They’re volatile to each other, their motives are often directly against the other, but based on how close they were as children they’re forever unable to completely throw out any feelings of fondness. They do love each other they just can’t always express it given the paths they chose. In this case, Argus has chosen Leo and being public about his relationship with him while Damaris has chosen her career as a Knight and someone who has arrested/wants to put Leo in jail for past offenses.  This becomes the main wedge in their relationship as adults since the longer Argus is with Leo and the more Damaris tries to find him guilty of wrongdoing, the less they’re gonna have moments where they remember how much they care about the other. 

But no. There’s no romance involved (not to mention they’re both gay...and related and likely think of the other more as “siblings” than “cousins”) But Argus’ love for Damaris still has an impact on Leo and I can and will go into why. Just gotta make another annoying paragraph.

There are two main elements of jealousy (I mean there’s actually more considering Lord Barraza’s attempts to make a marriage match, Prince Aayden, Enyo being around, Leo’s ex-husband, but...hey that’s a different story for another time) here.

Leo is jealous of Princess Damaris and upset that Argus cannot discard her.

Mel is jealous of Prince Argus

Leo’s jealously comes not from a fear that Argus’ attachment to his cousin is romantic but just that no matter what she does (arrests him, arrests Mel, tries to pin him for crimes, is actively against them being together) Argus will not do anything that would really trouble her, like possibly endangering her job. They’ll insult each other, he’ll make her job more difficult, but at this point, he would never try to get her fired and this upsets Leo. And it’s just hard for him to deal with the fact that Argus still cares for someone who he has such a strong negative relationship with (Leo and Damaris have a sour history) and mainly what he’s saying in the above passage is he’s not gonna demand Argus never speak to her again but it’s complicated. Damaris hates him (Leo), he hates her, and while she and Argus aren’t best pals and don’t braid each other’s hair, the whole thing can still get tense. But Leo’s jealously comes with a bit of guilt because he also knows that he’s one of the reasons Argus and Damaris can no longer get along which influences why he’d never push Argus into doing something about her.

And now Mel wasn’t mentioned here but I fear it being misinterpreted and I want to talk about it too. Mel loves Leo. In Of Rust and Gold, Leo practically “adopted” Mel even if there’s an 8 year age difference between them (13 and 21.) As OVS takes place 3 years later, Mel is obviously a bit older and they’ve grown closer. But their relationship has never had nor will it ever have romantic undertones or notions. They love each other but they’re each other’s family. Leo will likely never stop seeing Mel as a child and their relationship was built on Leo taking the role of a guardian/caretaker in the place of Mel’s father, Captain Dunham. So Mel will likely never stop seeing him that way either. So then, why be jealous of Leo’s romantic partner? Argus has never taken the time to know Mel, doesn’t want to, and while he acknowledges that he’s important to Leo, but cannot find any reason to spend any time with an angry teenager. Mel’s jealousy towards Argus does not come from wanting to be in his place as a romantic partner but from a fear of being replaced as someone important in Leo’s life and forgotten altogether. OVS shows the beginning of their relationship changing, Leo spending less and less time with him and more time with Argus and in Argus’ world rather than in a place where Mel feels more comfortable. In his mind, Leo has chosen a comfortable life and a romantic relationship over him and promises they made back when Mel was still 13 and it upsets him. 

This was a long rant. I’m not usually one of those “there are different kinds of love” people because I just acknowledge that and move on with my day. And I’m largely a romance writer so the romantic relationships are usually what I focus on but TSS has a large cast, a lot of character relationships and dynamics, so it’s not like the non-romantic feelings are forgotten. And I just think a lot with romance we’re accustomed to any character who is a “problem” for a main couple is usually out of jealously towards romance or outside attraction. But here it’s not because Leo is ever afraid Argus and Damaris are gonna shack up behind his back (do I have to scream “they’re both gay” any louder?) and Mel doesn’t wish he was literally in Argus’ shoes because relationships can be tested by many things.

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

[the-freckle-game-is-strong-blog]

ECT

(This is an old story I wrote, featuring Riley/Steampunk one of my own characters, a while back before tumblr was my main platform. I figured now I’m returning to the fandom I might repost it here. This is not her origin story but if you’re unfamiliar with my character, it’s still easy enough to follow and a nice introduction. It’s a little NSFW know. And the format is buggered cause it was moved from wattpad ahhh) Chest aching, heart pounding, vision blurring. Not So Steady Legs Pulling herself to her feet, Riley let out an agonised groan as she found her balance. Looking around, the Scot rubbed her temples as she got her bearings. After recovering from her umpteenth stumble that day, the battered woman let out a sorrowful cry; salty tears dripping down her bloodied albino skin. It was a wonder she even had to strength to pull herself together long enough to even drag herself into the hospital. - Everything from then onward was a blur to her. She barely remembered having her wounds stitched and being x-rayed so they could perform the correct operations to realign her broken bones. She supposed they had been too scared after that to rouse herself from her anaesthetic induced slumber. How long she’d been under, she didn’t know for sure. However, she did know where she was when she woke up. She’d been here before for a total of five minutes before she had blacked out from herself again for that half of the year. - “ Here at Saint Frances’ Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane we pride ourselves in our care of wayward young lambs like yourself, Miss Blackwood, ” The voice droned into her head, causing Riley to squirm slightly as she kept her gaze to the ground. “ However, we will not tolerate another escape attempt like last time is that understood? Young lady? ” The snapping of the woman’s fingers caused her to jump in paranoia, looking around in twitchy panic. “ U-Understood, ” Riley assured her in response, wiggling slightly in her seat; tugging at the restraints keeping her bound to her chair. “ Lovely, well then, now that we have that out of the way… I am Sister Agatha, I will be watching over your progress and your therapy until such a time the Lord blesses you with your sanity again, ” The Nun told her, patting her head. “ Now, given your current mental position, our personal program is beginning with a little round of electroshock therapy, ” At the mention of this particular flavour of cure, Riley sat bolt upright in fright. “ Wait, w-what? ” The albino stuttered, receiving another pat on the head, her ginger rooted hair fluffing up even more as consequence. “ Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, doll. Doctor O'Hara will oversee everything. He’s done this to patients hundreds times and his success rate is a thousand to one, ” Sister Agatha assured her, taking dainty steps towards the doorway as a sharply dressed man stepped inside. He was a young but mature man, dressed in long coat and formal shoes. His hair was waxed with obvious care and she was sure she could see the tinge of blusher present on his cheeks. Overall, he was a very well groomed man. Of course, the devil can be beautiful. He was once an angel, after all. “ Good evening, Sister Agatha, ” O'Hara said on passing to the Nun, who bowed her head slightly on her way out. Turning his hawklike green eyes on Riley, he flashed a grin as his hand slid over the control lever for the ECT machine. “ And you must be Riley. My, my… I’ve heard a lot about you, my girl. I must admit, I have a morbid curiosity when it comes to murder. How many victims have you claimed now, miss Blackwood? ” He asked, as he let his hand fall from the controls as he began to prepare the syringe containing the anaesthetic. “ I haven’t… I didn’t… ” Riley struggled, continuing to writhe in her chair, shaking almost. “ Your file says twenty one. Twenty one people… Mm, but I think it’s more. If you weren’t satisfied with one, what would the extra twenty matter? So give me a rough idea here, how many more bodies should we be owing credit to you for? ” O'Hara asked, as he continued to fiddle with items just out of the Scotswoman’s sight. When he didn’t receive a reply, he continued on in monologue. “ Well, no matter. I’m sure none of them could be quite as interesting as your first two. Sororicide and matricide… Not to mention the first also being infanticide. I do wonder what makes you tick. What makes people like you tick. I’ve long dreamed of the day I finally get to pull a serial killer’s head apart… Fantasied about what I’d do if I got a hold of that Jeffrey Woods fellow or one Natalie Ouellette. Of course, I never imagined I’d ever get the chance. At least not anyone interesting. I’ve picked apart murderers before but even here they’re not really anyone of importance. All the greats are still out there, causing chaos on the great turntable of life. In here, it’s all the same. None of them have any sort of method behind their madness… And then you arrived. To think, you turned yourself in. Oh, I’m dying to see all the little things you have wrong with you, ” He practically gushed. To say Riley felt sick, was an understatement. Weren’t these Shrink Doctor types supposed to help? Sure, working in a mental asylum would chip away at anyone but this guy? He was positively cracked. The mad Doctor brought up the needle to her body, delivering a pressing and acute pain to her wrist while she struggle and that was when Riley knew this had been a terrible choice. - Weeks had passed as slow as decades. Riley had lost track of what day of the week it was surprisingly fast. She received electroshock therapy from Doctor O'Hara, thrice a day just like the mushy meals they served her. Most cases only ever needed eight treatments in total and even most who had it prescribed regularly only got it three times a week. There had been some talk of lobotomy at first, when she seemed unresponsive to treatment but it soon died down after she became the role model of a good patient. She didn’t speak, she didn’t fight and she didn’t resist her medication like far too many of her ward mates were known to. At the present moment, she sat restrained and hooked up to the ECT machine. Usually, anaesthetic was applied but it seemed O'Hara had become impatient of late as he played jigsaw with her psyche. This wasn’t the first occasion however this had happened and, while she could not recall it, this was not the first time her body had been through such extreme punishment. The distortion was almost similar to Slender sickness and that soothed her, in a twisted kind of way. The pain, the memory loss, the being powerless to stop it… It was just a more controlled version of her entire adult life. She wasn’t sure if she should shriek in agony or laugh at the irony. Either way it didn’t matter, her jaw was strapped shut and the best she could do was whimper. “ Now, now… Riley, ” O'Hara said, tutting at her as he pushed the leaver of the machine down to off. “ Why must you be so difficult? If you would just talk to me, maybe we wouldn’t have to continue with this, ” The Doctor mused, as he undid the leather keeping her head bound. Looking up through her bloodshot, once vibrant purple eyes, Riley shook her head a little bit in response. “ No… ” She whimpered, crying. “ What do you mean ‘no’? Do you want me to turn the machine on again? ” O'Hara snapped, unimpressed. “ No… ” Riley repeated, through her tears. “ Why? ” The Doctor demanded in irritation. “ I’m not allowed… I’m not the one in charge here… ” The albino answered obediently from behind her scruffy hair, that was currently hanging all over her face; in bloom with ginger patches that needed to be redone. “ No, you’re not. I am, and I’m telling y- ” “ No you’re not, ” She responded, cutting him off; much unlike her. Usually, she was too stricken with fear to do anything considered rude towards him. Coming a brow, O'Hara watched her carefully. “ Well, that’s just ridiculous but I suppose you are mad. So, share with me some of that perspective, little dove. Tell me, if I’m not in charge… And you’re not in charge… And we are the only two people here… Who is in charge? ” He asked her. His response was barley audible and sounded something like 'her’ but equally it was too soft to confirm. “ Louder, miss Blackwood, ” He encouraged. “ I am, ” This time the girl’s voice came much clearer, know it had a certain edge to it now. A cocky sneer spread across her pale and chapped lips. Her eyes seemed to return to the lively, untameable violet that suited them so well; staring a hole into the Doctor’s soul from behind her bangs, that somehow now seemed more blue than ginger rather than vice versa. And, quite suddenly, his heart was pounding violently and he was afraid. It all seemed to happen so fast after that. The lights, the lights that had been so reliable all the years he’d worked there, began to flicker on and off like a war drum on steady but challenging beat. Drawers and cupboards came flying open as unsecured pieces of furniture were knocked over in wake of a unseen power. Windows began to bang open and closed, in time with the creaking of the doors and the staircases. In each flash of light he had between the darkness, O'Hara only grew more unsettled. He could feel himself panting as he took in the images that he was graced with by the blinking lightbulb and the much duller light of the pale blue moon. The first gasp of brilliance painted a very similar picture as before for him. There sat his patient, or at least, his patient’s body. There was something very different about Riley now. What it was, he couldn’t say for sure but he could feel it. Primal survival instincts that man had not used since the days Mammoths roamed the world were kicking into overdrive, old dust being blown aside in wake of this ancient danger. What happened next only seemed to confirm his worries. One second she was there. The next time he got to see the chair… Remained only wires and empty space. She was gone. She was not in her chair. And then she was right in front of him, barley inches from his face. As he backed up, he fell over something unseen. Continuing to back away even in this less than optimal position, he couldn’t find his voice to scream. If he did, guards would be here in seconds. They knew he was in here attending to one of the most infamous female killers of this century… Why weren’t they here already? How had they not heard all this clatter? “ Hi. What’s your name, you little abomination? ” This question came accompanied by sudden tranquility. The chaos came to a stop. Everything came to a stop. Now it was just him, her and silence. “ Y-You know my name, miss Blackwood, now… Please… Return to your chair. Now, Riley! ” He commanded. Why, why he wasn’t shouting for help was a mystery. Was it because he was curious? Because he was now, for the first time, really getting somewhere with her? Perhaps. “ 'Riley’? My, my, my… I’m afraid you have me confused. Riley’s the wretched little trembling coyote. I am miss valour wolf. I admit, it is quite a transformation but not one word of a lie. She’s the pathetic mouse who bows her head. I am the bad bitch she calls on when we need to get shit done. My name is Steampunk the Purple Eyed, stud muffin, yours? ” Steampunk asked, as she fiddled with the buckles of her undone straitjacket; naturally it couldn’t be done up in order to strap her to the chair. How she’d gotten out of said chair was beyond him- That was when he noticed it. It hadn’t been too noticed because of the straitjacket before and because he hadn’t been paying so much attention to it, his head was other places… But now it was hard to ignore, his eyes snapping to it in horror. The unnatural shape of it, the already obvious selling and the way it hung limply. She had dislocated her own wrist. The thought alone was enough to make him sick. She had managed to force her bones out of place, enough so she could slip out her hand and undo her restrains and she’d done it scarily fast too. Almost as if she’d done it before. It didn’t even seem to bother her, she seemed barley aware of how it flopped around loosely as she made hand gestures. Dislocations were never a pretty site but some of them were pretty mild, like the arm. Painful, yet but nothing too horrific but wrists? They required surgery followed by casts for as many months. She’d just inflicted a gut-wrenching, long term injury upon herself and she was giving it all the attention of a paper cut. “ I-I apologise, m-my name is Oliver, Oliver O'Hara, ” The Doctor stuttered out, holding his hands up defensively. “ Ah, okay. Oliver~ I’ve always loved that name. What a ring that is, huh? Oliver… You can name your kid after a food and a vital internal organ, how great’s that!? ” Steam cheered, giggling as some orange froth rolled off her tongue. “ I love kids, but God… People are awful at naming them. Like, poor Riley for example. Her dad named her that. You know what his name was? Rylan. If gramma or gramps ain’t called Rylyn or Ryland or something, I owe you ten bucks. I think everyone should do what my dad did, let a faceless demon name your kid when they come of age to join the life of servitude. Worked out great for me, I like my name, ” She babbled. O'Hara honestly didn’t know what to make of this sudden turn of events, or how he was supposed to react. Well, any normal person would scream or run but he was… Well, he was intrigued. “ Fascinating… Dissociative Identity Disorder… ” He muttered, watching he as he shakily got to his feet again. “ Actually darling, I’m a lower class Slenderbeing who just happens to be tethered to this meatbag’s soul since I manifested from her, ” Steampunk corrected, “ Nice try know. ” “ Mm, and delusional… Schizophrenia, perhaps? ” O'Hara considered, receiving a scoff. “ Darling, please, I’m far too gorgeous for your silly little labels. Do I look like a discount coat to you? No, I’m designer. ” “ Make that Narcissistic Personality Disorder too, ” He added, mesmerised as he grabbed a notepad to scrawl in. “ So, not much of a screamer? Can imagine the wife is too please by that, ” Steam commented, receiving a quirked brow. “ You’re standing in a room with a celebrity killer and you’re acting like I’m a one eyed kitten, ” She grumbled. “ I’m morbidly curious abo- ” “ Who was it? ” Steam interrupted. “ Excuse me? ” O'Hara responded with a frown. “ I said, who was it? Who’d you kill? ” The albino asked. “ What’re you- I- I have no idea what you’re talking about, ” The Doctor insisted. “ Then why are you standing two feet from a serial killer and acting fascinated instead of scared? I can see it in your eyes, you’re frightened… But only because you know you’re not on par with me, ” Steam continued. “ So go on, morbidly curious? Sure, but not about me. About yourself. You want to know why you did it, and why you want to do it again, dare I say… How to do it again? ” She suggested. “ Sororicide, it’s a very particular kind of murder… You’d know that yourself, ” O'Hara answered the question, if in a round about way. “ Ah, a sister… Gotcha, ” Steam said, nodding her head a little bit. “ Sisters, ” O'Hara corrected. “ It was… Glorious… ” He said with a nod of his head. Steam reached over, which caused him to flinch before relief swept over him as she only gave him a pat on the back. “ Well, perhaps I can make you a deal. I’m good but I’m not psychic and I’m too weak for my usual means of transport. Distract the guards outside long enough for me to slip away and then maybe my tongue will be loosened enough to let slip some trade secrets, ” Steam suggested, giving a playful wink. - It was an odd turn of events that ended up with Oliver O'Hara sitting in the living room of his plush, well decked out apartment and sharing a drink with Riley 'Steampunk’ Blackwood. “ So, who is it you’re planning to murder now, Oli? ” Steam inquired. “Well, I’m out of biological sisters… So I thought I might as well start with the Biblical ones. Beginning with that Sister Agatha, damn, I’ll enjoy that, ” He told her, closing his eyes as he envisioned it. “ Well, aren’t you just the sickest little pup, ” Steampunk considered as she stood up, looking out the window as she began to slip off her straitjacket. “ Wait, what’re you doing? ” He asked her, staring at her enthralled as she threw off the garment. “ What? You didn’t expect me to keep that on, did you? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, ” She teased, as she adjusted her bra strap slightly. “Shut up. ” “ Make me, ” The albino challenged him, only to find herself pinned with lips on hers. - Steampunk hummed to herself, as she stared at the glimpse of the sunrise the open window near the bed provide. Feeling O'Hara’s fingertips trail down her bare skin, she shivered softly before turning around to face him; ignoring the slight squelching the wet sheets made. “ Well, I definitely need that, ” She purred softly, flashing a coy smirk before slipping out of bed; pulling on her panties and his shirt that he’d discarded the night previous. Making her way through to the kitchen, she heard him follow behind her as she poured herself a glass of water. “Yeah, me too, pussy cat. ” “ 'Pussy cat’? Fuck off, ” Steam responded, scrunching up her nose and shaking her head a little as she swirled her glass; nearly choking on her drink as she felt him spank her. Her eyes narrowed in dangerous warning. “ Sorry. It’s just, I haven’t done that in forever. Not since my sisters died, ” He said, leaning against the wall. “ What? Celebratory fuck? Blow all the inheritance on a hooker? ” Steam asked, her fur thoroughly bristled. She had quite obviously been rubbed the wrong way. “ Why would I spend cash on some skank when I had two warm bodies? Oh, you wouldn’t believe the things I did to them, alive and dead, ” This sparked Steampunk’s attention end. “ Oh, really? ” She inquired, as she walked over to the sink; the water she’d drank coming from the fridge rather than the tap. Dunking her glass under the water, she fidgeted around in the murk with her good hand for a moment before she felt a slight pain and saw a tinge of Crimson on the soapy water. Her fingers found the handle and tightened, waiting. “ Didn’t think you’d be into that… But, tell me, you’d never do that to me, would you? ” Steam inquired. “ Never, doll face, ” O'Hara answered coolly. “ Then tell me, how come you picked up that handgun on the way out of the bedroom? ” The Proxy asked, turning her head to look at him accusingly. The Doctor’s eyes widened and the hand he had hidden away behind him began to swing around to fire the gun, right through her skull. But he wasn’t quick enough. Even if Steampunk had been a regular human, she was still far more experienced than him; even with a blade that wasn’t her weapon of choice. If she was armed, she was dangerous. Her hand came out of the sink in a flurry of water droplets that soaked both of them, the knife she brandished cut through the air with sharp precision despite being dirty. Her aim was perfect and before he even had a chance to take the shot, Steampunk glided her blade through the skin of his throat; burying it deep before whipping it along as if she was doing something as easy as opening a zip. Warm blood squirted out of his neck like a sprinkler, splattering Steampunk in the foul smelling bodily fluid as O'Hara let out desperate gurgling noises; his eyes widened in mighty surprise. “ You shouldn’t look so shocked, love, I’m a black widow after all. Soon enough I would’ve bit you, ” She assured him, watching as his body went limp and fell to the ground with a loud thump. He toppled like a tree, a crimson puddle growing around him from the moment he connected with the floor. His handgun clattered off to the side somewhere, sliding and disappearing under a table. “ I mean, you electrocuted the living shut out of me for weeks. Well, my body at any rate. You really think I was gonna let you get away with that? Nu-uh, I just prolonged your life because I was… Morbidly curious, ” She declared to the corpse, coy smile on face as his blood trickled down her body. “ Besides… What sort of sick fuck doesn’t regret hurting their sister? What you did to those poor girls… Murder I can sympathise with but not that… I wish I could’ve had the time to toy with you before you died. Castrate you maybe, that could be fun… You’re lucky. I would’ve tortured you until your sisters ghosts error laughing their asses off at you, you evil prick, ”. Gathering herself up, Steampunk sighed and in a very theatrical, over the top action she drove her knife right into his groin. “ Close enough. Have fun having no junk in the afterlife, dickhead… Ah, shit! That’s what I should’ve done! I should’ve made you an actual dickhead, fuck! Why can’t I think because I act? ” She complained, shaking her head as a familiar static began to wash over her and dictate her actions. “ Took you long enough to find me, Governor. ”

[nekoannie-chan]

Love on fire

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant! Reader

Word count: 701 words.

Summary: Moments from your relationship with Steve during his escape after the Civil War and beating Thanos.

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: This is my entry to the @letsby ‘s Rouring at Forty Challenge with the prompt list 2 #2:

“You and I, we were born to die”.

And my entry to the @the--sad--hatter’s Tea Party Challenge! with the title:

“Love on fire”.

The flashback is in italic.

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You continued to heat the metal with your powers to weld the vehicle parts that your enemy had severely damaged the vehicles you arrived in, you had to find the rest of the team as soon as possible to be able to leave.  

"Is it ready?" Steve questioned.  

"Almost, but will be better if I'd had the right tools, but I don't so..."

"I didn't know you could do something like that, too," he interrupted you.  

"Stevie, I have several powers, I just hope this works, if not... we'll have to walk because we can't fly, and I honestly feel very tired, so you'll have to carry me on your back."

Steve laughed at your comment. The work and missions after defeating Thanos had increased considerably, the fact that it saved the world from a possible tragedy was enough to revoke the Accords, many changes happened after this. The Avengers were a team again, so finally Steve and you stopped running, you were no longer fugitives, and your criminal record had been cleaned

 You were lying in the sand watching the starry sky, after runaway for the last two months, at last, had a moment to rest, the beach was in a lonely place, at that hour there were no people, apart some rocks kept you hidden from the sight of any curious who walked around in the dark of the night, you turned your head when you heard a few steps approaching you, smiled at the thought of it was Steve, you showed a small flame in the palm of your hand to light up the place.

"You and I, we were born to die".

"I beg your pardon?" Steve asked strangely when he heard your words.  

"Steve, I was thinking while I was watching the stars, in some way or another... would anyone cry if we died?"  

"If something should happen to you..."

"I know, I know, but I mean someone other than close. I'm sure people still love you even if you haven't signed..."

"They love Captain America, not Steve Rogers."  

"Almost all of my childhood and early adolescence I spent my time runaway from the Sentinels, I thought I'd die before I was twenty, in S.H.I.E.L.D. I felt protected until we discovered… well, you know, I still have that feeling that I'm going to die young," you explained.  

"Before the serum, my health was very bad and the doctors didn't think I was going to live long."  

"Okay, we've talked a lot about sad things, how about we tell horror stories at the campfire?" You proposed.

"What campfire? We can't get attention..."  

You raised your hand with the flame you created, that 'campfire' you meant.  

"We already have it, no one will find us here, if anyone sees us, I just erase their memory and that's it."

 After the mission you were informed that you had to give a press conference to gain more credibility with the citizens and show that the Accords were not necessary, you were discussing who the spokesmen would be.  

"There's only one little problem," the councilman interrupted you when he heard you one of the picks was Bucky.  

You all turned to see him

"Is there any problem?" Steve questioned.  

"I don't think it's appropriate for Barnes to come forward."  

"Why?"  

"Because of my past..."

"I'll go," you offered.

Everyone knew you still had a lot to work for people to trust superheroes again. Although you could not deny that the meeting had been a success.  

Everything began to improve until a mission went wrong, Steve took the necklace you always wore with you; no matter how many times it happened, it was always painful, even though he knew you'd come back, every time you sacrificed it was like a knife was stuck in his heart, he squeezed his eyes tightly to keep the tears from coming out.  

The time you told him you were born to die, he didn't understand it until you sacrificed for the first time and a few hours later 'you were reborn', he knew he only had to wait a little while and you'd be with him again because, in the end, you were like a phoenix.