The Darkling's Beloved Pt 2

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Summary: In order to keep Ravka intact, general Kirigan, the Darkling, must marry. Needless to say, he’s not happy about it, but neither is his human bride.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, sexual content, violence, death, alcohol 

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After so many years Morgana and Kayle are finally in a cinematic again!!!

This really represents well a late game duo... Morg stunning the enemy Aatrox so the full build Kayle evaporating him.

Morg embracing her full power... You can hear the sheer pain in her scream along with the music- whyyyy Kayle, it's your sister, you have to show you love her before she dies and you hate yourself for the rest of your infinitely long life (the only moment we see Kayle loving Morgana is when she dies)

Loved the small detail of the wind actually embracing Yasuo... Also, it's so bittersweet seeing him not killing those soldiers - like, he's obviously not hitting them, it's not an accidental or anything. Poor thing has been killing for so long.

Also, that giant lurking figure of the Wolf in the woods, and the shining arrow of the Lamb? That's a masterpiece.

Anyway, there's something so incredibly sad about seeing him old- even with the perspective of him living a whole life, the brute remind of the time passing carries so much sorrow... Him accepting the arrows instead of running or blocking them....

I don't know how to feel.

His hair finally accepted the laws of physics

Aaand they FINALLY REMEMBERED ABOUT TRYNDA AND ASHE it's so sweet seeing his anger disappear the moment he sees Ashe. I hope they write some histories about these two again.

(The parallel between Ashe and the Lamb when the shadows started to fade!!!)

Riot finally remembered these two are married

Anyway, the Kindred are the best, no explanation needed. Trynda fighting off the Wolf (well, technically he's fighting off the other human enemies), the Lamb just watching most of the time- you can feel the anormality, the ethereal, mystical feeling in these images

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(These are the fandoms I have written so far, feel free to request but I will only write if I know the character)

! I also don’t write for celebrity’s !

* = Imagines

Lab rats

Adam Davenport X Male Reader

Lover Boy

We’re Just Friends

Chase Davenport X Male Reader

Puppy Love

Bad Influence

Alone Time

The Outsiders

* Babysitting Kids

* Walking in on you changing

Ponyboy Curtis X Male Reader

Butterfly Knife

Sodapop Curtis X Male Reader

Double Date

Dallas Winston X Male Reader

What Greasers Want

Steve Randle X Male Reader

Beauty Sleep

Blvd of Broken Dreams

Lightning to my Thunder

Aphrodite

Johnny Cade X Male Reader

Impressing a Badass

Boy Bi

Isolated

Marvel

Peter Parker X Male Reader (Andrew Garfield)

My Spiderboy

Prisoner 218

Peter Parker X Male Reader (Tom Holland)

Mafia Bosses Son

Echos of Love

Reed Richards X Male Reader

Wiccan

Ocean Eyes

Namor x Male Reader

Way of the Water

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington X Male Reader

Ice Cream

Project Pretty Boy

The Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreaves X Male Reader

Freaks of Nature

Random

David King X Male Reader

After the Entity’s Realm

Love at First Sight

Brutal Love

Nate Jacobs X Male Reeader

Pieces of a Broken Heart 💔

Guardian

Luke Dunphy X Male Reader

Jealousy Jealousy

Made You Look

Tyler Galpin X Male Reader

One Too Many

The Darkling: “Now… you know sacrifice.”

Alina: “Beyond anything you’ve ever known.”

Are you fucking kidding me? You’re telling that to a guy, who survived centuries of slaughter of his people, often loved ones, and still kept going, trying to protect next generation and the one after that… after you merely finished your already dying childhood sweetheart?!

No, she has no fucking clue, what sacrifice is. Self entitled brat!

Look, I love Jessie, but the face says it all…

Alina: “And look what it did.”

The Darkling: “Indeed. Look what it did.”

Aleksander sounds almost mournful. 

Alina: “Mal and I changed the world. We tore down your Shadow Fold.”

The Darkling: “You have my sympathies for what comes next, when you realize that what you’ve done solves nothing. The world doesn’t need a Saint to protect it. It needs a monster.”

She won’t. She showed zero self-reflection so far, I’m pretty sure she’ll continue being her short-sighted, self-involved SELF. Except now more privileged as a Living Saint and Queen…

The Darkling: “And while I remain… Let me be your monster.”

Alina: “You think that after everything, I’d still stand by you?”

No! She’s constantly hurting you, why you keep coming back for more?!

And when exactly did Alina stand by Aleksander? In the middle of previous season, before she ran off with no explanation?!

The Darkling: “There is no light without darkness. Without me, you have no counter, no balance. Let me carry the hatred of this world.”

Alina: “Hatred. Because of the choices you made.”

I’m getting tired of repeating myself, but how is Grisha opression a result of the Darkling’s choices? Did he hurt someone before he was born? Is he a god?!

Plus it’s incredibly hilarious Alina “Half-Shu poor little thing, pity me for all the racism ~I~ have to face” Starkov now believes automatic hatred against you is something you cause yourself. But then again, she was planning a trip to Shu Han few episodes earlier, so the centuries-long distrust between those nations probably magically disappeared too… How incompetent writer do you need to be, if you can’t even keep track of your own themes?!

The Darkling: “Choices you too will make… in time.”

Alina: “I will never walk your path.”

No, she lacks empathy already. I doubt few decades of losing her friends will make her a better person.

The Darkling: “I know you believe that now. But soon… Soon you will have no equal. The years spent alone will grind you down, they will harden you. And who will be there to shield you from it? Who will be there to save you?”

Alina: “I will save myself.”

I know this is supposed to be another Girlboss™ moment, but he isn’t really saying “Hide behind me, I’ll protect you!”, he’s saying “What will you do, when you’re alone and friendless, who will support you, share your difficulties? Who will remind you to stay human?”.

The Darkling: “Without me, know they will come for you.”

Alina: “Let them come.”

This totally doesn’t sound like Oh-So-Merciful Sankta’s gonna be burning people alive in few years. Nope.

My Devil

Summary: You open up a little more to Pietro

Warnings: fluff, sex, kinky shit

Reader: Male Vampire Reader

Pairings: Pietro x Male Vampire Reader

Word Count: 3063

A/n: Requested by Anon :  Hi! I read your one shot “Eyes of the Devil” and thought it was amazing!👏🏼. Maybe you could do a smutty part two with top!reader👀?… You requested this a LONG LONG LONG time ago and I”M SORRY! but here you go! I hope you enjoy it! THIS IS ALSO A PART TWO PART ONE IS - Eyes of the Devil - …  @nin3s​

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You don’t bother glancing up when the door to the room you’re in opens and slams shut. You continue to read but listen to the ramblings of the angry enhanced man.

“What are you reading?” He asks. “You’re always reading,” He adds before you could respond. Then the book is out of your grasp and in his. “For Whom the Bells Tolls,” He mutters.

“A classic,” You tell him. “Now stop being a brat and give it back,” Pietro’s eyes move from the book to you. You hold your hand out expectantly. Pietro pouts but reluctantly hands it over. You resume your reading while Pietro stares at you.

It isn’t long until Pietro continues his brattiness. He marches around the room making noise. He grumbles under his breath knowing that you could hear every word as if he were talking normally.

He complained about his training session. Complained about Steve holding him back. Complained about his sister adapting to the Avenger life better than him.

You ‘ignored’ him.

You listened to every word and understood his frustrations. Pietro is used to everything at a fast pace. You knew Steve was taking his time making sure the twins understood and mastered everything. He didn’t want to take them out on a mission and something go wrong because they weren’t prepared. You also knew that Wanda listened better and took directions easier. Pietro needed a firmer hand than what Steve could give.

“Are you even listening?!” Pietro snapped taking the book once again. You shot out of your seat, took the book from him and tossed it on the desk. A heartbeat later Pietro is pressed against the wall with your hand firmly around his neck.

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𝓛ong ago, an order of monastic knights slew the vile gods of the old world, using esoteric powers granted by the moon and sun.

𝓝ow the world has grown dark and violent, as those selfsame deities prepare their return—challenged only by the light of the eclipse."

E | Completed | 70k | Alternate Canon | The Darkling/Nikolai Lantsov

A life spent at sea, years after years of forging himself a new name, a new face―an identity to replace the one stolen from him. But it all so easily shatters, and by the most innocuous of objects: a letter, beckoning him home.

Or: Nikolai learns the most important truth of all. A love offered thrice may very well be true, but he must first find who he is to embrace it.

― with the sun against our back, a shadow and bone fic, part three of the series of monsters and men

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“i found you” || j.p

a/n ; when i say this is completely self indulgent i mean COMPLETELY i wrote this with myself in mind i literally just wanted to feel loved,,, anyways. not my best work but <3 writers block is hard ok .

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“because i’ll fall in love with you, again and again. in every life, my heart is yours.”

“james-“ he had whispered, breath shaking.

“so you can erase my memories y/n, but i’ll find you. maybe walking down the street, maybe at a coffee shop, maybe on a trip half way across the world. i will find you, and i will fall in love all over again.” and so, he did.

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there was a boy.

a boy with short black hair, slightly covering eyes james had never been able to properly see.

a boy with sweaters too long, and shaking hands with every cup of coffee he ordered.

a boy, who walked with his back straight, and his left hand tapping a rhythm only he could hear on his leg.

a boy who’s gaze lingered on james, but never long enough for james’ own to catch up.

a boy who smelt like sea water and when he got close enough, a boy who has freckles in the shape of stars dusting over the bridge of his nose.

a boy james’ soul ached for, in a way he could not explain. he wanted to reach out, to touch, to hold. he wanted to feel, to see. he wanted him.

but the boy was always too fast, and he slipped right through james’ fingers every time he got too close.

and moments he’d think he got close enough, fingers closing and chest racing, the boy would disappear again.

yet he always came back, day after day. he’d walk by, and james’ breath would be taken away all over again.

the boy never stayed long, he’d linger. a moment or too, as if he had something to say, right on the tip of his tongue. like he wanted to reach out, and james would let him, of course he’d let him.

but the boy always ended up walking away.

james hoped for a moment or two, that this would be the day he finally reached.

and there was something so familiar, an underlying feeling, comfort, about the boy.

a feeling that reached deep into his chest, intertwined with his ribs, closed over his soul and squeezed. a feeling so dull yet so bright, a feeling james could not put a finger on, but if he had to; home.

if james stopped to think about it, he could recall faint pictures.

fallen stars, soft wings, traces of grace in between lingering kisses. a smile. a touch, fingertips pressed against his neck, a ghost of a voice whispering his name.

metal swords pressed onto cheeks, laughs that sounded like sunshine, dreams that tasted like sugar. distant creations, sunsets and golden halos. cries of joy and promises whispered against eyelids.

the boy reminded him of a distant stranger he could no longer recall.

it didn’t matter, not now. when the boy was standing in front of him, brown eyes, his eyes were brown, looking up at him, hands softly placed on the card he held out for james.

and james had to stop for a moment.

soft features, familiar, warm. his hair fell, gently caressing his cheeks. it had grown, and strands curled around his ears in such a delicate way.

angelic in a way. the soft lighting of the coffee shop surrounded the boy, making the specks on his cheeks more prominent.

for a moment james could see it, the faint glow of a halo above his head, the outline of lost wings resting behind him.

an image flashed in his mind, silver rays of moonlight, an image so clear of a boy, this boy, a small smile decorated his face, wings spread behind him as if all he was meant to do was fly.

the image, dusted in stardust and eyes full of faith, of love, and of a faraway place, heaven.

the boy in front of him, an angel.

‘y/n’ his souls whispered, and his breath caught in his throat.

memories came in waves, and the boys eyes widened for a moment, as if he could recall everything, every kiss, every touch, every word, that james was at the moment.

the boy took a step back, ready to rush off, but this time, james reached.

his hand fell softly against the boys wrist, and a memory ram through his mind.

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“i love you” his hand was on his wrist, tears in his eyes, wings burned behind him.

the angel shook his head, gently reaching for his hand.

“you can’t james, you have to forget me” he whispered, voice broken, tears falling down his cheeks.

“even if i forget you, it doesn’t matter” he had begged, hand pulling and reaching, determined to keep his angel close.

“what do you mean?” the being had asked, hands shaking at his sides.

“because i’ll fall in love with you, again and again. in every life, my heart is yours.”

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the boy was in front of him, the same boy he had let slip through his fingers far too many times. the same boy he’d fall over and over for, wether it meant losing his wings, or falling in love.

the boy he’d forgotten, the boy he’d loved for years after years. the boy he’d fly through stars with, and land gently upon clouds, kissed pressed lovingly to temples and hands joined.

the boy he’d let take his heart and his mind, the boy he’d lost so many years, lifetimes, ago.

james pulled, the boy, the angel, y/n, towards him.

breath taken away, hands shaking, heart beating so fast in his chest he half expected it to fly to the moon.

the hand pressed against his wrist, the familiar hold, he relished in it. he was real, he was there, he remembered.

“i found you.” and he fell. again.

Eyes of the Devil

Summary: Pietro finds someone faster than him and you find your missing piece.

Warnings: violence, curse words, angst?, fluff

Reader: I wrote this with the reader being a male but it could be read as gender neutral; Male Vampire Reader

Pairings: Pietro x Male Vampire Reader (Gender Neutral); Laura Barton x Male Vampire Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 3,312

A/n: Reader speaks Slavic. According to Google Translate =  Moja duša - My soul. Malá holubica - Little dove. Malý - Little one…. I plan on doing more one shots in relation to this one. I wouldn’t really call it a series just a collection of random one shots with Pietro and this type of reader. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in them or if you have a request for a specific one shot you wanna see. This one shot was really just a starter for those future one shots coming.

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If you were being honest, you didn’t know how old you were. You knew you were at least a few millennia’s old but after the first thousand years, who cares to keep track? 

You also knew that life could get very boring if you didn’t spice things up a little bit. Being a part time Avenger did just the thing for you. You didn’t care enough to help out full time but you were there if they were dealing with something extra tricky. Like an alien invasion or enhanced individuals.

It had been a hot minute since you had seen the rest of the team and was pleasantly surprised to get a call from them. Apparently Hydra had managed to pass abilities from Loki’s scepter onto humans giving them powers. One of them had an ability you shared thus pushing the Avenger’s to call you in.

Of course, you had a life of your own (surprisingly) and couldn’t just drop everything to help them. Although, once you managed to push your responsibilities to a loyal friend you left to track down the team.

This lead you to a seemingly abandoned factory. Shocker. 

You stayed in the shadows, undetected by everyone on the lower levels. You listened to the exchange between your team and the large robot. Your eyes then fluttered to the two that stood on the robots side. You deducted that those were the special individuals the team had called you in for.

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