We Want The Same Things - Things We Can’t Have

Their first meeting goes like this.

Tendrils of shadow pin Nikolai to a half-broken mast and start to wrap around his throat. He reaches up to pull at them and gasps out, “Wait! I’m not one of those traffickers! I’m Sturmhond! We have the same goals! I -”

Just when he’s about to choke on darkness, the shadows retreat enough to let him take a well-needed breath. The man in front of him tilts his head. “Sturmhond,” he repeats. “The pirate.”

“Privateer,” Nikolai wheezes.

Or: Sturmhond meets the leader of the Grisha resistance.

A Darkolai fic, now with a fancy moodboard, made by me.

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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thecovenofstories

2 years ago

No Spoilers Pt 3 (Avengers X Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers, just after AoU

Warnings: Spoilers

Request: Can you do a part 3 of no spoilers where the reader is at the end of age of Ultron and gets to the Stan Lee Cameo. So he asks what’s going on and Stan says “That Stan was a fictional guy that created the portal because he wanted to start a new life. But why the R is now here is because Stan accidentally opennthe portal on the day the r was supposed to meet the r on their birthday. And the ending can be a ambigous ending Hey I requested pt 3 I wanted it to rephrase it: how about they think of stan so they can get out of the world instead of the cameo

You were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached and you finally had a moment to relax. You couldn’t be bothered to find a chair, or even a table, and just dropped onto the floor and laid back, and closed your eyes, sighing heavily.

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thecovenofstories

1 year ago

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)

After So Many Years Morgana And Kayle Are Finally In A Cinematic Again!!!

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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thecovenofstories

2 years ago

The Darkling's Beloved

Pairing: Aleksander Morovoza x Elementalist!Male reader

Word count: 1500+

Summary: The only thing Aleksander needed in the word was Y/n.

Warning: Reader's death, fighting, guns, violence, and a little bit of fluff.

A/n: the whole entire show I was screaming for Kirigan to fuck me but there's no fucking here so T_T.

Part 2

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The Kings men were still looking for both you and Alek, for he had open the fold. Slowly but surely they were gaining in on the both of you and you two knew a battle would occur it was only a matter of time. Hiding in caves seem to be the smartest option, not only could you close up the entrance and reopen it but you could summon a ball of light to keep the monsters away.

You woke up before Aleksander but you couldn't move, his arms around your waist leaving you grounded like an 100 year old oak tree. The fire had went out that you created but the lights still lit up the cave, you wondered if you could help Alek with the fold using your light to control it to help your kind survive and not be hunted like deer by the king.

You attempted to pull Alek's arms off of your waist so you could at least see if it was day or night, but it seemed even in sleep he knew when you were trying to escape, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms tighter around you.

"Where are you trying to go darling?" A little bit of his hair got into your face, leaving you having to clear the obstacle in your eyes.

"I'm trying to see the time honey." You turn around, looking at his face, you lay a kiss upon the tip of his nose.

"We need to keep moving, somehow they're constantly on our tail." No matter how much you loved being in your beloved's embrace you're still both on the run.

He sits up and looks at you, he seems to be thinking about the problem at hand. "We should stop running." He has this pained look in his eyes, taking a breath before continuing his sentence, "At some point we're going to have no other place to run, then what... If my last day on this earth is fighting with you by my side I'd take it any day." He caress your cheek into his hand laying a kiss onto you lips, short and sweet your favorite.

You layed there with eachother, knowing in some sense he was right, running will only get you so far before you can run no longer.

"You're right...but how will we fight a squad of soldiers, ready and prepared for what we can do?" You lean into his touch even more, he was giving you all you need and you were doing the exact same for him.

"I don't know how but all I know is if we're together we can conquer anything." You bring your hands to his long luscious hair, twirling a piece of it around you finger.

"You know I think shorter hair would suit you more." He chuckles, moving to get up from the floor of the cave, pulling you up in the process.

"I'll keep that in mind next time I get an haircut." You open the entrance to cave, letting sun rays into the cave, slowly heating the cave.

"So what do we do now?" You walk towards where the sunlight is coming from pulling Aleksander with you.

"We wait... That's all we really can do darling." You nod, you listened to the wind blowing and birds chirping, the world could be so peaceful but so cruel at the same time.

After a while you could feel movement in the area around you, you look towards Aleksander to see if he felt it too, he made a gesture telling you he indeed felt it too.

In seconds, you two were surrounded by armed men with weapons meant to kill you two in an instance. You two stayed where you were not moving, just watching them get into position.

You knew there was too many, Aleksander knew there was too many but it doesn't matter now all you could think of was fighting with your beloved one last time.

"Hands away from eachother and not a single whisper coming out of either of your mouths." Both of you do the following commands.

You knew you had to wait for them to get cocky and arrogant before attacking so you both could at least have a slim chance of surviving, but you didn't even get a chance at that plan, one of the men shot you right in the stomach.

You turn to Aleksander, hands clutching the area where you were shot, it seemed that your body didn't want to receive any sound but you could tell he was screaming out of anger.

Your legs became weak and you couldn't stand any longer, you fall to the ground, funny how being the only elementalist still alive and surviving so long, only thing needed to kill you was a simple bullet.

The elements around you were mad, they started attacking the soldiers, soldiers were being suffocated by quicksand, some by lack of oxygen and others were attacked by tree roots reaching and choking them to death.

And Aleksander, he was FURIOUS, he looked like the incarnate of pure darkness. He created monsters of darkness to rip the soldiers apart, leaving only their bones.

Once the small army was dealt with Aleksanders gaze moved to you, he rushed over to you putting pressure onto the gun wound. The creatures he created had dissipated into the wind, leaving no sign of them in the area.

"We need to find a healer, that's all and you'll be fine and we can finally liv-" You grab his hands holding them in place, you shake your head tears rolling down from your eyes.

"Honey I'm dying... Let me rest with the elements, the last thing I want to feel is you." Tears roll down his face as he nods, he's lost so much because of the king and now he's losing the only thing keeping him sane, you.

He picks you up, carrying you to a near by pond, laying you down in the water. He sits down, gently pulling your head into his lap so you could see his face for your last few moments.

"I wish you had shorter hair, it's covering your beautiful face." You smile using the last ounces of your strength to caress his face. He leans into your hand, kissing the palm of it before taking it and putting your hand back to your side.

"I love you Y/n... I love you so much that I know I'll never love another." He leans down to kiss your cheek and that's the last thing you feel before you fall into a deep slumber. "I'll find a way to bring you back my beloved even if it takes eternity" He whispers under his breath.

He noticed that your body started to turn into stone. He gets up and backs away to see the process, water coiled around your body, plants sprouted around you and light emitted around you.

He looks down at you and whispers "I will find a way... No matter how long it takes." He walks away remembering the exact location of your resting place.

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"General Kirigan, the scouts have found the book on Elementalist." Kirigan turns around and grabs the book out of Ivan's hand.

"Thank you Ivan, don't let anyone near my tent until I say so please." Ivan nods leaving the tent and heads back outside to the entrance of the tent. Kirigan immediately starts reading the book about the Elementalist and their magical abilities. He comes across a page about elementalist's death, it reads that they can't die hinting towards their immortality, when put into a state where a mortal would die, they become one will the elements again, but can be revived when a sun summoner and a darkling combine their powers while the elements of the earth are around the elementalist to resurrect the elementalist back to full health.

This ritual has chances to fail but the ritual chances of succeeding are increased when the beloved of the elementalist is present. Kirigan slams the book close, thinking where he would get a sun summoner, that was the only flaw of this ritual, Sun summoners didn't exist.

Someone bursted into Kirigan's tent, he looks up to see one of his Grisha soldiers entering and Ivan behind him.

"Ivan I thought I told you to not let anyone in." He looks at Ivan with a glare, he was already annoyed with information in the book and this intrusion didn't help.

"General I think you want to hear this." Ivan says in a low tone. Kirigan grumbles and gestures for the soldier to speak.

"The Sun Summoner has been found and some of our soldiers have went to go retrieve her, they're on their way now." The soldier says that in a hurried tone, not wanting to upset the General further.

Kirigan takes a deep breath "Once the Sun Summoner is here bring her into my tent and some of our higher command members to witness the testing, you are dismissed." They nod and leave the tent.

"I told you I'd find a way." He whispers under his breath with a grin.

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I hoped you guys enjoyed and I wouldn't mind doing a part two it just depends on how everyone likes it but that's all bye ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ.

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thecovenofstories

2 years ago

Witch Way Is Right? Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N) is a male witch and also comes from a family of witches. When (Y/N) is backed up in a corner by his brother, who chose the dark path, he is forced to choose his own fate, choosing the light path. This causes an Ecliptic War between Light and Dark Witches. During this war, an eclipse (both solar and lunar) is happening, and won’t end until one brother is left standing. With the help of the Avengers and other helpful heroes, will (Y/N) be able to defeat his brother, or will the world be forever secluded in darkness?

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thecovenofstories

1 year ago

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."

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thecovenofstories

2 years ago

Silver Lining | Pietro Maximoff x Male!Reader

A/N: Wait! Don’t scroll away disappointed. Let me explain why this is not a Tom fic. So rewind a couple of years back. Before I fell head over heels for this British Spidey actor, I didn’t have any particular crush. Just a void. I admit, I fancied Chris Evans. Everyone does right? That was until Age of Ultron was released. Boy oh boy! In a matter of minutes into the movie, I developed this insane crush on Aaron Taylor Johnson playing Quicksilver. I’d seen Kick-Ass before that, but ATJ never struck me like this before.

But as quickly as that crush grew and blossomed, Pietro (and ATJ) were ripped from out midst. Leaving behind this gap where I felt a growing sense of the Maximoff’s were done wrong. With poor Wanda and her story development in WandaVision. I knew they could do better. Especially my beloved Pietro.

Why end it like that…? So I felt like I had to right the wrong. I wanted to for a long time. I adore ATJ, his person and his work. And seeing him announced as Kraven fills with me utmost joy. But that means we probably won’t see Pietro ever again. It’s a loss, but a otherwise great development for ATJ. Good for him!

So, with me needing a little break from writing Tom, I took my ideas to the paper. And I could once again start daydreaming about my ATJ. 🤤

And this is the result. It’s massive. Close to 19k in words. And filled to the brim with banter, growing love interests, conflicting agenda’s and a bit of extra depth for Pietro. It may not me accurate. But I’m damn proud of it. It’s a labor of love. And I hope you enjoy it.

If you don’t, or are disappointed in me, I promise you, the next one is with Tom. But I can’t guarantee this is the last Pietro fic though

Take care!

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Summary: You’ve been growing closer to Pietro after the fight in Sokovia. All the Avengers know better, but neither the two of you have the courage to take the next step.

Warnings: Drinking, cursing & smut

Words: 18.9K

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The machine roared to life, shaking and shuddering as it began spewing the hot beverage into your mug, a slow but steady stream. Drowning out all other nearby sounds. A slow draft of steam clouded before you. Or was it smoke? You chuckle to yourself, wondering how such a high-tech compound like the Avengers has such old inefficient machines. With your folders and tablet under your arm, you pick up the mug and head for the hallway. A busy discussion was brewing in the lounge. A mix of Avengers, Guardians, Gods, and mutants alike. One voice overshadowing the other even louder. But even though the noise you hear out your name, calling you.

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thecovenofstories

9 months ago

Spoiler!!!!! 2x08!!! Spoiler...don't watch it if you aren't ready for it

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2 years ago

“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 .

“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.

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.

“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.”

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.

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