Chapter 1: Information
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NOTE: I may not get to your request. Nor will I do all of them. I simply wish to branch out and write other prompts. I'm not going to do an extensive amount of research for a prompt.
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I also will NEVER do NSFW. I do not know how nor am I interested in writing that right now. Violence, Language, and Death are all allowed. Just no 18+ stuff. I try to remain generally all ages on this account
Fandoms I will write for:
X-Men
Emma Frost
Lady Deathstrike (Yuriko Oyama)
Psylocke (Elizabeth Braddock)
Shadowcat (Kitty Pryde)
Jean Grey
Marvel
Skye/Daisy Johnson (Quake)
Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)
Elektra Natchios
Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel)
Gamora
Susan Storm (Invisible Woman)
Lady Sif
DC
Mera
Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)
Barbara Gordon (Batgirl)
Laurel Lance (Black Canary)
Lena Luthor
Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy)
Kara Danvers (Supergirl)
Gwen Stacy
Star Wars
Riyo Chuchi
Eldra Kaitis
Adi Gallia
Jyn Erso
Ahsoka Tano
Iden Versio
Oola
Bo-Katan Kryze
Satine Kryze
Padme Amidala
Hera Syndulla
Mara Jade Skywalker
Aayla Secura
The Daughter
Rey Palpatine
Jaina Solo
Qi'ra
Harry Potter
Fleur Delacour
Ginny Weasley
Luna Lovegood
Leta Lestrange
Final Fantasy VII (and remake)
Aerith Gainsborough
Tifa Lockhart
Jessie Rasberry
Final Fantasy XV
Lunafreya Nox Fleuret
Supernatural
Ruby
Zelda
Riju
Zelda
Mipha
Disney
Elsa
Pocahontas
Honeymaren
Moana
Jasmine
Rapunzel
Cassandra
Raya
Queen Anna
Percy Jackson
Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano
Bianca di Angelo
Zoe Nightsahde
Zia Rashid
Rachel Elizabeth Dare
Calypso
Piper McLean
Hazel Levesque
Sadie Kane
Silena Beauregard
Overwatch
Angela Ziegler (Mercy)
The Mummy
Evelyn Carnahan O'Connell
How To Train Your Dragon
Astrid
Heather
Kid Icarus
Palutena
Warriors Orochi
Nuwa
Avatar
Suki
Yue
Katara
Korra
Asami Sato
Destiny
Mara Sov
Merlin
Morgana Pendragon
Game of Thrones
Daenerys Targaryen
Far Cry 5
Faith Seed
Doctor Who
Amy Pond
The Owl House
Amity Blight
She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018 Reboot)
Adora
Catra
Glimmer
Amphibia
Marcy Wu
Anne Boonchoy
Sasha Waybright
Additons from 7/23: Korra, She-Ra, The Owl House, and Amphibia
NOTE: These are not final. Feel free to suggest any characters from any fandoms listed above. This list may change over time.
Chapter 2: Nervous Flashlights Scan My Dreams (Reyna Ramirez-Arellano x Reader)
Summary:
(NOT A REQUEST, just a small taste of what these will look like)
Reyna x Child of Apollo Reader
Title is based on "Under A Glass Moon" from Dream Theater.
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Every muscle in your body ached as you climbed the wall. There were no siege towers or ladders, no way to tunnel under or go around the walls. The only way into the fort was to ascend the forty foot wall and take out the enemy defenses.
The wall wasn’t built for climbing. It was slippery and hard to get a handle of.
You didn’t make a sound, concentrating fully on your mission.
If you were noticed, everything would be jeopardized. The legion was keeping the defense’s attention on them, which let their guard down. Everything counted on you.
But no pressure.
Eventually, you reached the top. Carefully, you needed to get up without being spotted.
Quietly, you raised your arm. Concentrating, you tapped into the power you’d never mastered. It was a risk, but it might work.
You felt waves of sound travel off your hand, flowing into the defender’s ears.
The effect was instant. They all stopped what they were doing and covered their ears, unable to concentrate on anything else.
You didn’t know how long it would last. Now was the moment.
You pulled yourself over the wall, and sprinted down the battlements. One enemy noticed you, but was unable to signal anything to their partners.
You had reached the gate. You pulled the mechanism before anyone could stop you.
The cohorts cheered as the door opened. They came running to the fort.
Just as the enchantment wore off, and the entire enemy force swarmed you. Reading your sword, you began to hold them off. However, it was a hundred to one. And you were never the best swordsman.
You fell in the dirt before the legion even reached the gate.
But they made it through. They stormed the keep, and soon, a cheer bellowed from the Third, Fourth, and Fifth cohorts.
The First and Second grumbled and sighed. They had never faced defeat since Percy had been there.
“The games are over!” A voice sounded. Praetor Reyna had arrived. “The attackers have won!”
The Fifth Cohort raised you on their shield, cheering.
“Honestly, I like a quiet life. It feels weird being noticed. Not really me.”
“I know what you mean,” Reyna agreed, “Being popular isn’t all it's cut out to be.”
You were sitting together near the City, just outside the Pomerian Line. The hill bore a great view of the camp. It wasn’t much, but it was your favorite place in Camp Jupiter.
It was the place you and Reyna had hung out for years. People wouldn’t approve of your close friendship with a Praetor, so you met together in places they wouldn’t notice.
When Reyna had arrived at Camp Jupiter, you were her only real friend. You’d only been in the legion for about 6 months when she did. You helped her get through her early ages in the legion.
You’d watched as she ascended the ranks. You’d been so proud when she was voted praetor. You still saw the young, alone little girl that had first arrived at camp. But she was so much different.
She always had a wall up in front of the camp. She had to be strong to those she commanded.
You respected that about her.
She was only able to open up to you.
You’d been there when Jason disappeared. You’d listened as she talked about how Percy rejected her. All her pain, her sadness, was only visible to you.
And it ached you to never do the same.
You’d grown feelings for her about a year after she arrived. You loved her personality, her leadership, her mental strength. She was brave, loyal, and generous. She felt her legionnaires as equals, not her subjects.
But Reyna never had eyes for you. She had allowed herself to grow to others, like Jason and Percy.
Neither of them had meant to hurt her. But they had.
Truthfully, you were scared you’d do the same.
You were also afraid she'd hate you for it. You’d lose your best friend. You couldn’t do that.
“Are you all right, Y/N?” Reyna called you back to reality.
Her long black hair blew in the breeze.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied. “Just had stuff on my mind lately.”
She gripped your shoulder. She knew there was something wrong, and that you didn’t want to talk about it. “You’ve always been here for me, Y/N,” she said, smiling sadly at you, “And I’ll always be here for you.”
She leaned in and kissed your cheek.
Wait. What?
Your face burned where her lips had touched. Blushing furiously, no doubt, you didn’t move, trying to remember how to breathe.
“I’m sorry,” Reyna misinterpreted your gaze. “I shouldn’t have… Sorry.”
Shocked, you answered quickly, “No, no! It’s alright! I was just a little… taken off guard, that’s all.”
Reyna laughed. It had been a long time since you’d heard her laugh.
“You’re cute when you’re oblivious.”
“What?”
She punched you on the shoulder, albeit not hard. “I like you, you idiot!” Her face fell. “But i’m guessing you don’t like me back. I’m just your friend. It’s okay. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
As if in a trance, you slowly leaned in and kissed her. Not on the cheek. Your lips met hers. Surprised, Reyna’s eyes widened, and then shut. She kissed you back, and then you broke apart.
“I would,” you said, face red as a tomato.
Reyna was blushing now, too. “I guess I could get used to it.”
She scooted closer to you and wrapped her arm around you.
Her head buried in your neck, you watched the sun set over Camp Jupiter.
Chapter 3: River of Life (Amy Pond x Reader)
Summary:
Amy Pond x Reader
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It was a very rainy night that you wandered throughout the streets of the little town, trying to walk off your anger and frustration. Why couldn't you just move out now? Your family hated you, they didn't want you, yet they refused to let you move. What would they gain from you being there? They'd already shown who they wanted to live with. Why couldn't you?
You'd been walking along an old road when there was a blinding flash, and when you'd got the spots out of your eyes, you saw an old blue telephone box that certainly hadn't been there before. It was one of those old booths that you would step in and make a call, but you wouldn't have paid it any attention if it hadn't just appeared into being. Suddenly the door opened and you dived behind a bush. The inside was definitely not the inside of a telephone box, but something technical, mechanical, and about a hundred times bigger than the outside. Two dark figures walked out into the light.
One was a man, tall with dark hair, wearing a suit in the rain, which didn't really make sense. The other— oh, man.
It was a young woman, maybe around 20, with pale skin and a mane of red hair that tumbled around her shoulders. Her eyes were large, wide, and kind brown, and her lips were red as roses. She wore a red sweater over a gray undershirt, and a light leather jacket on top of that. A small gold necklace with a letter 'A' on it. Her face was kind and gentle. She was without doubt the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen, and you found yourself crushing on her already. It was now or never. You stepped out of the bush.
"Hello," you said to the pair.
They jumped backwards, startled. "Hi," the woman said.
You nodded to the telephone box. "What is that?" You asked.
The man shrugged. "Telephone booth," he said innocently.
You raised an eyebrow. "Please. I'm not stupid. I saw it pop in out of nowhere, and I saw the inside. So tell me the truth, please, sir."
He sighed. "Sorry, it was worth a shot. That's the TARDIS, a machine that allows me and some others to travel across time and space. Unfortunately, it's broken. We crashed here and we won't be able to leave until we get it fixed."
I grinned. "Well, you're in luck. I may know nothing about this TARDIS, but I'm an electrical engineer and technician. I may be able to help."
The beautiful woman spoke before the man. "The more the merrier," she said, "and besides, we'll need all the help we can get."
The man shrugged. "What's your name, boy?"
"Y/N," you replied.
"You can call me Doctor," he said, "and this is-"
"Amy Pond," she introduced herself.
"Glad to meet you, Amy, and you, Doctor."
The TARDIS proved to be a very difficult machinery to repair. You had originally thought it would take days at most, but after two weeks, you still hadn't finished, and you worked night and day on it. At least there were plenty of benefits. For one, you finally felt useful, instead of worthless, as if you had a purpose in life. For another, you learned so much about the works from the TARDIS, and it was like a Hogwarts of real life, as magical as anything could be. But the biggest benefit of all was Amy.
Amy was nicer to you than anyone ever had been. She'd walk up to you in the morning before you started working and attempted to help in any way she could, and while she worked, she'd try to make you feel better and also to get to know you better, and you started to know her better as well. She was never mean to you, and when work began she'd pop right into the machinery and work. When she worked, she seemed even more beautiful, less like a 'pretty girl', and not like a get-your-hands-dirty kind of person. Her hair fell over her face, and she didn't mind getting dirty or anything, but instead she'd dive into whatever job you needed help with. When you'd take breaks, she'd start up conversations with you, trying to keep your spirits up. After those weeks, you had lost your crush on her, and fell deeply in love with Amy.
After nearly four weeks of work, the mainframe for the TARDIS was fixed, and all that was left were minor components, and then we would see if the TARDIS would work, and then, you shuddered to think about it, Doctor and Amy would be leaving. Forever. The very thought brought tears to your eyes. You turned your head so Amy wouldn't see it. Amelia Pond... your Amy, gone for good. Blinking back tears, you tried to enjoy the conversation going around.
That night, you and Amy sat on the hill overlooking the town, watching the stars in the night sky. The stars were stunning, but you had a hard time focusing on them when Amy was sitting so close to you. She was wearing her red sweater and thin leather jacket, her lush red hair spilling down her shoulders. In the low moonlight, her face shone softly and her eyes seemed to give out an ethereal glow. You didn't even know how anyone could possibly be that beautiful. Amy looked over at you, eyes filled with wonder. Glad that the darkness hid your blushing, you tried to turn your head as if you hadn't been staring at her.
"So, what are you gonna do?" She asked you.
You shook your head, trying not to think of what would come in the next few days.
"I don't know, really. I'm more worried about what you're going to do, Amy. What if the TARDIS doesn't get fixed? What will you do?"
She shrugged. "I'll have to do something. I can live here, in this time. I'll find a place to stay, I'll live my life here."
She smiled at you.
"And what if it is fixed? Where will you go then?" You asked, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt. You didn't want Amy to leave, you relied on her company over the last few weeks. You couldn't bear to say goodbye to her forever. You would never say it, but even over only a few weeks, you loved her more than anyone you knew.
Amy seemed to realize the worry in your voice and the discomfort in your eyes. "Hey, Y/N, it's fine. We'll be fine," Amy reassured you.
"I guess so," you replied sadly, staring at the night sky in front of you.
Without meaning to, you reached over and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She didn't push it off, but instead wrapped her own around you.
A little shocked, you decided it would be better to just accept it, and to enjoy it. Her hand was smooth and warm, and from her touch your bones warmed to the core.
Amy scooted closer to you and smiled at you. Her smile was even warmer than her skin, and you felt more cozy and at hearth than you ever had before.
The sky around was a great black ceiling splattered with bright stars glinting like diamonds across the night sky.
"They're beautiful, aren't they Y/N," She said in wonder.
"Yeah," you replied, focusing more on the fact that Amy Pond was sitting next to you, with her arm around your shoulder.
The sky was really beautiful, and the both of you stared into it, mesmerized. You watched as a shooting star flew by, illuminating the sky like a rocket.
Amy's eyes turned towards yours. You drifted your eyes back over to her, and you started to stare into her big brown eyes.
"This is good," she said. You didn't know whether she meant the two of you with your arms around each other, or the stars, or something else, but you just nodded. As your head turned towards her, she began to move towards you. Her eyes started to close, and she planted her lips against yours.
Overcome by shock, it took you a second to melt into her kiss, the two of you wrapped your arms around the other. You grabbed her warm leather jacket, and her smooth skin. Her hair was silky and soft, and her lips were the warmest part of her. Your mouths moved slow against each other, and you only broke part after what felt like an eternity. Faces burning, after a short pause you kissed her again, and she was again kissing you back, which means the first kiss wasn't a trick. Her warm hands that held on to your neck and back seemed to hold you to life, and the warm touch of her perfect lips could have kept you alive even an inch from death.
After what felt like hours, or possibly several lightless nights, you broke apart. As you smiled at each other, Amy's face was as red as her hair in the moonlight, and you could feel your face burning, too. Her smile was pure joy, and it filled you with it as well. Amy scooted even closer and put her hand around your shoulder again, and you followed suit. She leaned against you, and laid her soft head on your shoulder. You rolled your head on top of hers and began stroking her hair gently. She didn't seem to mind. Together, you sat in the moonlight watching the stars roll past, still unable to wipe the smile off your face, but that was okay, as while she tried to hide it, Amy was smiling, too.
Chapter 4: Eternal Light (The Daughter x Reader)
Summary:
The Daughter x Reader
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You scrambled to find the emergency generator switch. You hurtled toward the unknown planet at breakneck speed, the controls to your ship cut off from the lack of power. Blood pumping with adrenaline, you scour the ship to try to put the emergency power back on. As you fumble with the parts, you finally manage to get the power on, but only briefly. You just had enough time to slow the boosters down and to level the ship out before the power cut off completely. You were still hurtling towards the ground too quickly. There was no adjusting course now, you simply closed your eyes and braced yourself to collide with the ground and die. But no impact came. You opened your eyes and saw you'd landed gracefully on the ground at a completely level angle. That didn't make sense, you were sure you'd been speeding straight at the ground at a deadly speed and angle. You saw hazily through the windows a tall figure, looking at you with her hand outstretched. Had this person somehow caused you to land safefully? Were the stories of force-wielders true? You carefully stepped out of your ship and took a good look around. You only noticed the amazing landscape for a moment before your eyes fell upon the figure who must have saved you. You blinked, but she was still there.
The woman was young and tall, about 7 feet tall, yet she looked in her early 20's. She had gentle and kind bright green eyes. Her lips were perfectly crafted and a beuatiful shade of red. She wore an expression that was very gentle and kind but still somehow showed intense power. She had long, flowing, bright green hair that blew gently in the wind. She had a large, complicated gold headdress that gave her a regal and impressive complex. The dress she donned was elegant and complex, white and bronze with gold trim. It was long and complicated, and a large green jewel rested in her waist. The dress went down her legs and past her feet and onto the ground, yet it stayed impeccably clean. Her legs were completely covered in wraps, and she didn't wear anthing else for footwear. She wore gauntlets reminiscent of her leg wrappings, and she had gentle hands. She was pale white, but not unhealthily so. Her eyebrows were thin, long, and intelligent. Her skin and hair literally glew with a soft light. Everything about her radiated power, strength, and beauty.
She was without doubt the most breathtaking woman you ever laid eyes on. You'd heard about love at first sight, but you'd always scoffed at it, saying that no true love could come from a glance. However, it wasn't just her hot and royal composure or her impossibly clean perfect good looks that did it. One glance into her eyes and you could see a whole story, complex and well-written behind them. Looking deep into her eyes and you saw everything about her reflected back at you. You encountered her whole life's story. You saw the day of her birth, looking into a loving expression by a large man who could only be her father. You saw her early years of childhood, her father warning her to never drink from the Pool of Knowledge or the Font of Power. You saw both her brother and her disobey, and saw her brother fall to the Dark side, and saw her strengthen her allegiance with the light. You saw the three abandoning and fleeing their home planet to come here, and saw her long, lonely million years of solitude on this planet. You sympathized with that, you'd been alone for almost your whole life, but you hadn't been alive a million years. You couldn't imagine her pain. You saw her personality, too, her loving kindness and unflinching selflessness, her determination to only ever do what is right, and you saw all of this in less than a second. That one glance into her past was all it took for your heart to break free of it's steely chains and fall madly in love with her. Your brain tried to reject it, as you still hated the concept of 'Love at first sight'. Your heart, however, didn't stick with the program.
"Hello, my lady. May I ask your name?" You asked her politely before bowing.
She flicked her hand, dismissing you from bowing. "You don't need to bow, my friend," she informed you. She had a beautiful and kind voice. "We don't insist on formalities. I have saved you from death, but there is much to do if you are to survive here. We must get started right away. And as for my name, I am Daughter."
After introducing yourself to Daughter and asking why and what you had to do to survive, she told you, "I showed you my past, and you saw my family. They will not allow a mere stranger or mortal to live among us. If you are to live here for the time being, you must set up camp here and learn to survive. You should have to do it all by yourself, but I will guide you through your first steps."
And so she helped you gather resources and to set up camp in the woods. As you went, you noticed that the seasons seemed to change by the hour, so the planet seemed to change it's entire structure frequently.
Daughter helped you to learn to survive in the wilderness for the next few days. You tried your best to only focus on working, gathering resources, bulding shelter, learning to hunt the native creatures, but you couldn't help but stare at the way Daughter's hair blew gently behind her ear coverings, or the deep corridors in her bright eyes. As the days flew by, you and Daughter started to try to get to know each other better. One day, she asked you about your family.
"I never knew them," You explained sorrowfully. "My mother died in childbirth and my father was killed in a work accident when I was still a baby. I was raised by a group of bounty hunters, and they trained me to fight, to hunt, to earn my keep. When I was officially a man, I left the group. I didn't like killing people for money, but I couldn't survive without it. I had enough money to buy my own ship. I went searching the galaxy for a place to live. That's how I ended up here."
She looked at you with a sympathetic expression, and she started to reach out to place an arm on your shoulder, but evidently she thought better of it. Instead she took a deep breath and reassured you, "Hey, it'll be fine. If you learn to survive here, my father won't kill you. You'll be able to live here, on Mortis, peacefully. You won't be alone anymore. I'll be there for you. You're the only friend I've had in a million years. I haven't had that luxury before, and I must say, having someone besides my family to talk to, to get to know, to have a real friend, it's nice."
She smiled gratefully at you, and your insides melted, warming you straight to the core. You happily returned the smile, and for a second, the tension rose, and you had the strong urge to lean in and kiss her, but you were fortunately saved by her blinking and getting up, telling you she was going to get some rest. The feeling subsided. You waited for her to leave your shelter, but she didn't. She merely wandered over to a corner and fell asleep instantly. She slept so peacefully and serenely, so calm and still that she generated a field of tranquility around. Fascinated, you watched her sleep quietly, until realizing you were maybe being a bit creepy. You fell asleep on the floor, a healthy and respectful distance between you and her.
The next morning, you got up to find Daughter had left your shelter and went outside already. She was preparing a fire for the morning out of thin air. She waved her hand and the environment bent to her will, creating a comfortable area for the day. She saw you staring and chuckled a bit. She brought you some wood and asked if you could help her build something.
"What do you want me to build?"
She shrugged. "Anything you want. The only thing I can't do with the Force is to create something personal, something that doesn't belong to me. Build me whatever you want, and it will stand as a monument for our friendship, and you will forever be reminded of me when I leave."
You almost dropped the timber. "Leaving?"
She nodded sadly. "I cannot be so direct with a mortal. I was foolish, and I am forbidden from being so close. I must leave tonight to my father's monastery. He will wonder where I've been. You have done well enough you will be able to live here for the rest of your mortal life, but I will not be able to see you very often. I will visit you when I can, and I will always, of course, never be far away in here." She put her hand on your heart. The simple touch of her skin sent jolts of electricity through your body. You smiled at her, sorrowful, but grateful for the times she gave you.
"Then I will do the best I can to create a monument to our friendship, an everlasting realtionship."
The next thing you knew, you weren't thinking, just doing. You built something that you didn't even know what it was until you finished and looked at it next to Daughter on the ground. You had crafted a large statue of you and her, standing side by side as friends.
She looked at you, gaping, then she smiled.
"It's beautiful, (your name)."
You were looking directly into her eyes, and she was looking into yours. The tension rose as it had the previous night, but you felt no urge to kiss her. You did not want to ruin your friendship with Daughter.
Then Daughter did something that would surpise you forever. She slowly leaned in and kissed you on the lips. You were so shocked, it took you a moment to start kissing her back. Her lips were warm and silk, and as you wrapped your hands around her, and she did the same, you felt the silky softness of her skin, and you were in heaven. After what felt like hours, you broke apart, only to resume kissing her one more time, before finally you split apart fully. She was smiling happily at you, and you were following suit, happier than you had ever been in your life. Then she looked at you desperately.
"Please, (your name), I tried to tell you that I had to leave. I do have to, but I don't want to. I... I don't know why... but I just... I've never loved anyone like I've loved you, and I can't leave you behind. I can't... I won't... but I have to. Please, tell me what to do!" She cried desperately, tears forming in her eyes.
You consoled her, telling her it would be all right.
"Bring me to your father. Explain that you want me to stay here, and that you may come to visit me whenever you like. I'm sure he'll listen to reason, I'm sure of it."
She started to deny that, but she just melted and wept into your arms. Finally, she agreed.
The visit went better than expected. At first, the Father was angry that Daughter had never told him about you or ever came back to him. He wanted to kill you, but Daughter managed to finally convince him to spare you, and let you live on the planet. He fulfilled her wishes and allowed her to see you whenever she wished. However, first he told you to live in your shelter without her for a few days, because there was something important he must do that he would require Daughter to succeed. You reluctantly agreed and lived for two days alone, before you heard fighting and shouting.
You arrived at a temple, where Daughter and her brother had been fighting. You hid behind a tree, not wishing to betray your promise to the Father. The fighting grew more intense, but the Father arrived to break up the fight. There was three others you didn't recognize, but you still didn't lose your cover.
The Son turned his rage against his father, who was unable to prevail against him in a weakened state. During the whole ordeal, a girl had gotten up and smirked as the Son used lightning on the Father. A man threw a strange dagger to a younger man, slightly younger than you were, but the girl dived, caught it in mid-air, then ran up to the Son and handed it to him. Son thanked her and claimed she was no longer useful to him anymore. Son tapped her on the forehead, removing her life force and therefore killing her instantly. You tried not to shout as her lifeless body collapsed to the floor as her lightsaber rolled out of her limp hand. Enraged, the young man lunged at the son, but was repelled by the force. Son then turns and prepared to plunge the dagger into his father, but then Daughter stepped in front of her father, jumping and with a sickening plunge of a dagger, she took the blade instead. A silent scream left your body as she cried out and her head rolled back, before being caught by her Father. Screaming with sudden anguish, the Son fled the scene as the young man rushed to the girl's side, only to find her eyes completely rolled back.
You left the cover and ran into the open, dashing towards your dying lover. Father removed the dagger and lay her on the ground as you rushed to her side. You didn't hold your tears back, you let them fall quick and fast as she coughed and spluttered, breathing extremely labored. Golden blood glittered where she had been impaled by the blade, and her ethereal glow dimmed slowly. You cried at her side and held her hand tightly as she faded slowly, asking for you and the Father to forgive the Son for murdering her. The young man begged the Father to save the dead girl, but he said there was no way. Then, Daughter slowly pointed at her and nodded. Confused, you look tearfully at her, and she tells you a silent message with her eyes: Go. I will save the girl. I love you, (your name), more than anything else. Please go live your life, far away from here. I will always love you.
The Father stood up and said, "Then let my daughter's last act be to breathe life into your friend," beckoning for the young man to stand in his place. You watched tearfully as the last of your beloved's power flowed into the girl, and when the process was fulfilled, all the light, the glow, and every color had faded from Daughter. You rushed over to her and felt her body. Stone cold. Your mind collapsed into madness and lost all hope. You buried your face in her body and wept openly. Everything you had ever loved was gone, destroyed before your very eyes. The Father put a hand on your shoulder and wept too, mourning the loss of his only Daughter.
What felt like a lifetime passed after Daughter had taken her last breath, yet only minutes had passed. You lay there cradling her lifeless body in your arms, devastated at the cruelty of Fate. Your tears fell thick and fast on her body as you lost your mind with grief. You pushed your forehead aginst hers and cried even more, finally planting one, final, kiss on her cold, dead lips. The world had ended, how could it still exist when she had gone from it forever? The only light of the world lay dead in your arms, murdered by her own brother. She deserved to live forever and ever, until the universe itself had ceased to exist, she deserved to breathe, to see the sunrise every day until the end of time. She didn't deserve to die. Why was Fate so cruel? If only once had destiny granted life, if only once a life was restored, it should be hers.
Take me instead, you pleaded.
All was lost. The Light had gone from the world, from everything it loved, from you. You would waste away at her side until you perished too, and would truly join her.
You closed your eyes, begging for Death to grasp you too. Then, as if Fate took pity on you, the cold arms of Death touched your face weakly. His hand rested under your head, almost lovingly. Then a voice called out, "(Your name), come back. Come back to me." The voice wasn't Death's. It was a woman's voice. The voice of Daughter.
You opened your eyes and saw her looking at you. Color had started to return to her face and hair, and was slowly spreading down her body. Her hand that held your head grew steadily warmer as her body glowed weakly. Ignoring how this could have happened, all that mattered was that she was there, looking at you. You smiled and started to chuckle happily. The wond had sealed, although there was a rather large gash in her fine silk dress.
"Help me up," She asked.
"Gladly," You said, pulling her to her feet.
You stared at each other for a moment before throwing your arms around her and kissing her. She kissed you back and for a moment, nothing mattered anymore. Daughter was alive. You were safe. She was kissing you.
After what felt like the first day of life, you broke apart. The Father hugged her and praised the Force for bringing his daughter back. She looked at you again, and smiled.
Life went on with surprising speed. Daughter moved in in your growing house you'd built, and the two of you never lost contact again. You lived together at last. You'd found out that the pleas you'd given Fate to spare her, combined with you accidentally using the Force (which you didn't know you could do), that was why Daughter came back to life. In the exchange, you'd recived some backlash from her, and some of her immortal energy went into you. The Dagger had permanently removed some of her immortality, so she could be wounded by anything, and you, of course, still could. However, she still did not age, and as you discovered, the backlash made it so that you didn't either. The only thing that mattered to you was that the love of your life was alive and well, and you lived happy in the forest on Mortis. Neither of you were ever lonely again, and the statue you'd constructed for her would still stand strong, surviving like you as a monument to your love and friendship. Life couldn't be better.
Chapter 5: The Glass Moon (Yue x Reader)
Summary:
Anonymous Request: Can you do a Yue x Male Reader for the Avatar show? I've seen like zero of these fanfictions and I'm dying to see one. The plot could have something like R being friends with Yue and confessing feelings
Of course! I love avatar and Yue was fun to write.
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Backstory: You were born the same year as Yue into the same tribe. You grew up as friends, but you found yourself falling for her as you grew up.
Yue had convinced me to go for a walk along the beach, so late it was almost pitch black. Yue led me to the spot she so loved to sit: a log sitting by the peaceful crashing waves, in full view of the moonlight. She sat down and beckoned for me to join her. As I did, she must have noticed the slightly wistful, slightly distant expression on my face.
"What is it?" Yue asked me.
I sighed. I couldn't bring myself to tell her how I felt. She was already betrothed to Hahn, and she'd probably never want to speak to me again. I couldn't risk our friendship for anything. Still, I couldn't stop staring at the way her hair blew in the wind, or the gentle folds of her wool outfit that hugged her chest tightly.
"I just... I've got some... things... on my mind."
She smiled at me softly. "I shouldn't intrude into your business, but if there's anything bothering you, I'm here."
How is she so perfect? I found myself thinking. I wanted to tell her, I really did. But I didn't want to lose her.
I took a deep breath. "I... I just don't... never mind. You wouldn't want to know."
She looked at me with her warm blue eyes, and chuckled sadly, saying, "It's alright, Y/N. Whatever it is, you can tell me."
I sighed sadly. I couldn't hide it anymore. "I'm sorry, Yue, it's just... well, I guess I can't hide it any longer. I— I like you, Yue."
She did a double take. "Me?" She asked, shocked.
"If you could see your face," I laughed. "Yes, you."
I expected her to laugh at me, or yell, or run away. Instead, she asked, "Why me?"
I stared at her. "How could I like you? You're kind, sweet, funny, smart... beautiful. I'm sorry, Yue."
I waited for her to leave me, but she did the last thing I expected. She leaned over and kissed me. I was so shocked it took me a second to kiss her back. I grabbed her waist tightly and the side of her head with the other hand. Her beautiful white hair was silky soft at the touch. The warm touch of her lips lit a fire in my soul.
We broke apart minutes later, to which Yue simply grasped the sides of my head and smiled, before kissing me again.
"I love you, Yue," I said after I finally broke apart again.
"I love you more," she replied, kissing my forehead.
I rolled my eyes. "I love you most."
Chapter 6: Nightfall (Gwen Stacy x Reader)
Summary:
Request: Could you do a Gwen Stacy/new spider person she’s teaching?
Sorry if this one’s a bit short. Had lots to do and wanted to get it out by the end of the day, so I cut out some parts. I might come back and rewrite some of this in the future. Anyway, hope you enjoy this.
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“Try it again,” Gwen ordered, “This time without breaking your legs.”
You groaned. Who knew getting superpowers would be so painful?
The last time you’d tried this, You’d broken half the bones in your legs. It was a miracle you hadn’t died.
You had your new fancy spider powers to thank for both of those.
If it were anyone else drilling you, you probably would’ve gotten angry. What kind of person expected someone to jump off a building, and then try it again immediately afterwards?
But it was Gwen.
Gwen had been your friend since childhood. You’d practically grown up together. She’d been your first true friend, and she’d never let you down. You could always rely on her.
When you had first been bitten, you’d turned to Gwen. You were the only one she’d told about her spider powers months earlier. As soon as you told her, she’d smiled and said, “Well then, let’s get to work.”
And began doing stuff like this.
“You can do it, Y/N!” She called up. “Just take a leap of faith!”
You tried to look annoyed. But you could never get angry at Gwen. It was your one weakness.
You hated how you felt about her.
Why couldn’t you have just liked her as a friend? Why did you have to fall for her?
She was so sweet, and nice, and funny, and beautiful. There was nothing not to like about her.
But there was no way she liked you the same way. She was way too good for you.
You pulled back to the present.
A leap of faith.
Gwen had never meant trust the powers. You could see that now. She’d meant to take a leap, trusting in something else. Whatever was your drive.
For you, that was Gwen.
She’d never let you get hurt. No matter what happened after you jumped, she’d be there with you.
Here I come, Gwen, you thought. You jumped off, plummeting to the ground a hundred feet below.
And landed on your feet. Not a scratch on you.
Gwen clapped. “I knew you could do it!” She yelled as she ran over to you. Her golden hair flew past her in the wind.
She didn’t stop. She kept running until she crashed into you. Her arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Seconds later, you returned it, confused.
Gwen stepped back, suddenly looking sad. “I’m… I’m sorry. Got a little carried away.”
You frowned. “What on earth are you sorry for?” You asked.
“I just really feel close to you, sometimes,” She began rambling, “And sometimes I dared to hope… Well I dared to hope that somewhere inside, we had something together, but I guess that we don’t-”
In spite of yourself, you grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her into a kiss. Gwen immediately stopped talking, eyes wide with surprise. After shock wore off, Gwen melted into it. It was the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced. Her lips were warm and smooth as butter. Eventually, you broke apart, both of you too busy blushing and smiling furiously.
“We do have something, Gwen,” you found yourself saying, “You just didn’t know it yet.”
Chapter 7: Images And Words (Mara Sov x Reader)
Summary:
Reader and Mara perform Dream Theater in a music competition
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The stage lights broke through the air. The audience, some million people, stared in anticipation at the stage.
Four individuals stood in front of the curtain.
A bassist, Hemar, stood to the right.
Two guitarists, Jason and Mara stood at the front.
And a drummer, a drummer who was also a singer, Y/N.
You’d been waiting for this for months. Your band, Eternal, consisting of three guardians and the Awoken Queen, had been practicing the song for so long. You and the rest of the group had loved Dream Theater. So when the competitor came around, you had decided to perform Under A Glass Moon.
And now, the moment was here. The audience stood silently, waiting for a show.
You were here to give them one.
Sitting behind your drum set, you looked over at the crew.
Hemar, a short dude with short brown hair stood as if he’d been born for the moment. Jason, a man with long brown hair stood at his guitar, nervous.
And Mara Sov cradled her guitar. She was the lead guitarist. She had one of the hardest solos ever made to perform in front of a million people.
For her part, though, she seemed ready. Nervousness shone in her startling eyes, but she knew what she had to do. She was never gonna be ready, so she had to be now.
One interesting thing about Mara: she was a Queen.
She led the Awoken people.
She was also the only mortal in your band.
She also interestingly pretty much always wore the same outfit.
Brown jacket and purple clothes, elegant cloth and fabric creating her signature look. Purple scarf and wool falling around her neck. Silver belt and dark pants, brown gloves that covered half of her palm, shoulder pad on one shoulder, and a gold pendant shaped like a rounded triangle hanging from her neck. Sharp white hair fell down around her shoulders, the top pulled back over her head and cascading down her head. Her eyes were startlingly blue.
Mara had been your friend for a while.
And unlikely friendship, a guardian and an Awoken queen. But it was a friendship it was.
Although…
You’d found yourself crushing on her the past few months. You’d never admit it though, because you’d lose your best friend.
A voice jarred you back to reality.
“ Eternal is up next, performing Dream Theater’s Under A Glass Moon.”
You took a deep breath. It was time.
Mara’s guitar broke the silence, the first bars of the song washing over the crowd. She seemed calm, at peace. Your drumsticks twirled as you prepared to play.
Mara was your cue. As the notes descended, your sticks raised in the air.
The rhythm was simple, but easy to slur, or to play slightly out of time, or to ruin the cleanliness of it. Four sixteenth notes on bass, a dotted quarter on snare, then a quarter note on bass, and one final eighth on the snare. Then four sixteenth bass notes, one quarter snare, four more bass, then four snare. All the whole a tambourine on each quarter note. Every few sets of these, the snare rhythm would change slightly for the last measure.
The guitars harmonized as the measures went along, and eventually, you reached the next section.
Alternating notes that connected oddly on the snare mixed with the guitar strumming made this section difficult, but you got through it. Now for the first verse.
Mara and you were the only ones playing for the intro. Then, the other two played as soon as your mouth opened and you began to sing:
Tell me, remind me
Chase the water racing from the sky
Always beside me
Taste the memories running from my eyes
You raised your throat as high notes began to hit hard:
Nervous flashlights scan my dreams
Liquid shadows silence their screams
I smile at the moon, chasing water from the sky
I argue with the clouds, stealing beauty from my eyes
The chorus was like a train, consistent sixteenth notes on the bass and Mara’s guitar creating a feeling of pushing forward.
Outside the soundness of your mind
Bathing your soul in silver tears
Beneath a blackened summer sky
Praying for time to disappear
First section to be worried for: the small shred at the end of the chorus. But Mara executed it perfectly. The post-chorus was uneventful, and then the bridge hit, a slow, cascading melody with some difficult vocals.
Under glass moonlight
Night awaits the lamb’s arrival
Liquid shadows crawl
Silver teardrops fall
The bride subsides to her survival
By your hand, I’ve awakened
Bear this honor in my name
And the chorus hit again. The shred at the end transitioned into the wondrous melody, a long transition from light guitar accents to a small guitar melody to a full-on power ballad, but all with the same melody. The accents and beats were super difficult, mainly because of the odd timing and placement of the notes. But yet you breezed through it.
Mara and Jason turned to each other, harmonizing as the audience wowed.
They were in for something huge.
The guitars stopped. The drums went quiet. The bass strummed the next note. You felt Mara take a deep breath. It was all or nothing.
In that split-second, everything would change. Mara’s eyes lowered as she focused.
The bass went on.
And Mara pulled the first note of the solo. Loud, sharp, and long, the string rung out across the stage.
The next set of notes were played. And the next, as Mara’s left hand flew across the frets, changing from string to string. You found yourself staring hard as she nailed the solo, trying to maintain the drums and be awestruck at the same time.
The solo in Under A Glass Moon was one of the hardest and best. Almost every guitar playing style was included. Strumming, tapping, slap, fingerstyle, picking, and of course the almighty shred.
Mara swapped between styles in the blink of an eye. As the notes rang out, the audience watched in stunned silence. The solo was a minute long, and it never stopped being incredible.
The melodies, shredding, and everything in it was a perfect sound, and the rhythm and notes sounded great, too. It’s not often there’s a fast solo with lots of feeling, but Dream Theater wasn’t ordinary.
And neither was Mara.
You watched her smile as she gained confidence. Every note was perfect. She never missed a chord, note, strum, or tap. Her hands were lightning as they navigated the strings, impossibly always landing exactly where they needed to be.
And when the solo ended, and Gami started the piano solo, the audience’s cheers drowned out the music.
And Mara had the biggest smile on her face.
And to be honest, so did you.
The rest of the song went off without any faults.
“That was incredible!” You exclaimed once you were back in the back room.
“You all did amazing,” Jason added, “You killed it with that solo.”
“Completely insane, Mara,” Gami remarked.
“You’re inhuman,” You said, awestruck.
“Well, I am Awoken,” she grinned, “But I don’t deserve all the credit. That was some top-notch drumming, L/N. You should go on stage with Portnoy sometime.”
You blushed. “You of all people know Portnoy isn’t in Dream Theater anymore,” You said at last.
Mara rolled her eyes. “Oh yes, how could I have forgotten,” she mocked. “Seriously though, you all did amazing. We rocked the floor tonight.”
“And now for the scores!” blasted on the intercom. Each group was called to be given the score from the judges.
“We did fine,” Hemar said, trying to comfort you as your group got nervous. The scores today could define your careers.
You sat in silence until finally, “ETERNAL, YOU’RE UP!”
You all stood up, nervously.
“Well,” Hemar said, “you ready to face the music?”
“It’s now or never,” You replied.
The stage was filled with noise. The audience was chatting loudly as you pulled the curtain back and the four of you stood side by side on the stage.
The audience went dead silent.
You could’ve heard a thumbtack drop a mile away.
Filled with nervous energy, you turned your head towards your friends.
Mara caught your glance and mouthed, We’ll do fine.”
She reached out and grabbed your hand. She smiled and squeezed it.
Your face was so red, you were glad the lights hid your blushing.
The sound of a megaphone rang out. “The judges have conferred.”
Mara let go of your hand and turned away.
You felt so uncomfortable as the voice went silent.
Then, the judges raised their boards. It was impossible to see them from here, but the audience cheered.
The voice called out, “And the scores are…”
“10!”
“10!”
Your eyes widened.
“10!”
A smile tugged at your mouth. But it was replaced by nerves again. What if the last two judges failed you? 30 out of 50 was a lousy score.
“10!”
You hung on to the last word. If the last judge gave you any less than a 8, there was no way you could win. One of the teams had bragged loudly in the hallway about getting a 47.
“10!”
The audience exploded. All of you smiled and tried to hide your excitement. A perfect score.
The sound of a bunch of drinks clinking together rang out. Music filled the bar as you all sat at a table.
All four of you, plus a few other people: Amanda, Crow, Petra, and even Zavala was there.
Zavala wasn’t supposed to take sides. But lately he’d been more rebellious.
“To a guardian victory!” He shouted.
“Don’t forget about Queen Mara, Zavala,” Petra added.
“Yes, of course,” Zavala said hastily, “Though today you are an honorary guardian!”
Mara rolled her eyes.
“To a guardian—and Awoken—victory!” Zavala yelled.
Everyone cheered and drank.
“To showing everyone else who’s boss!” Amanda shouted.
“Yeah!”
“To Queen Mara, who shoved their pride down their throat as she nailed the guitar solo!” Petra cheered.
“To Crow, who’s surprisingly a good team building teacher!” Hemar added.
Crow smirked as Amanda jokingly patted his back.
“Most of all,” Mara stood up. Everyone stopped talking as she spoke. “To Y/N, who organized this whole thing. Without whom there would be no show for us. There would be no victory for us. Those egotistical douches of Amnesia would’ve won. Without Y/N, there would be no us. There would be no Eternal. They aren't just our drummer, our singer, or our metronome. They are our leader, and they are our friend. To Y/N!”
“To Y/N!”
You blushed furiously. “To friends,” you added.
“To friends,” Mara said, and then she did something you’d never recover from.
She leaned over and kissed you.
That’s right.
She. Kissed. You.
You closed your eyes when she pressed her impossibly soft lips on yours. The cheering got a lot louder after that.
A second later, she pulled back.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” Mara said as she moved some of her hair behind her ear, blushing.
After recovering from shock, impulse took over you. You placed your hand on the side of her head and pressed your lips on hers. Mara melted into it. Her arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug. Your other arm found it’s way around her back. You felt the warmth of her lips and noticed the softness of her beautiful white hair.
A minute later, you broke apart. Mara’s blue eyes beamed at you, both of your faces red as a tomato.
The rest laughed and said, “I knew it!” or “You owe me 10” or “About time,” but you didn’t care. You and Mara laughed too, and that was all that mattered. Mara reached out and caressed your cheek.
“To Eternal!” She yelled.
You all smiled and drained your mugs.
Chapter 8: Wisdom Of The Kings (Mera x Reader)
Summary:
Reader and Mera have their first date, but they get an unexpected surprise
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You sat at the cliffside, waiting. The view of Atlantis was truly stunning from here. The cliff overlooked the city, making it a perfect spot for an underwater restaurant.
“How do I look?” called an angelic voice from behind you.
Looking over at your best friend, your draw dropped.
She was wearing a pearly white dress, and (were those jellyfish?) around her neck. The dress seemed to be made of shining fish, tracing around her body. Her radioactively red hair tumbled around her shoulders. A glowing laurel wreath lay on the top of her head. She smiled at you, beaming.
Princess Mera. Your best friend since childhood.
And now you had worked up the courage to ask her out. She had agreed, and now, here you were.
“Mera,” you breathed, awestruck, “you look… amazing.”
She smiled. Her teeth were pure white. She swam over and sat next to you.
“Hi, Y/N,” she said cheerfully, “It’s good to see you.”
Your face heated up about 10 degrees. “Same for you.”
Mera looked out over the water, her hair floating cheerily behind her. “I’ve… I’ve always wondered what was special about us,” she said, “About how I felt for you.”
You stared in awkward silence. “And… what?” You asked finally.
She smiled and punched you, albeit not that hard. “I guess it means I actually kind of like you,” she replied.
Then her eyes fluttered shut, and before you knew it, her impossibly soft lips were on yours. Surprised, it took you a second to kiss her back.
And then the coral exploded behind you.
“Mera!” You yelled and ran behind her, shielding her from the shrapnel.
“What’s going on?” She yelled, getting to her feet.
And then a legion of Atlantic’s broke over the hill, charging toward the city. Their leader, a young, large, muscular man holding a massive spear, towered over the group.
“It’s Solumon!” Mera growled, “A traitor to Atlantis. He wants to overthrow the city!”
And she charged off to deal with him.
You busied yourself with his troops, stealing a weapon from one and taking on his army.
And Mera dueled the traitor.
When all his forces died, you glanced over to Mera. She was holding her own, but she was slowing. Solumon raised his lance, charging to one side. Mera swiveled, but it was a feint. Solumon ducked one way and ran straight towards her.
“Mera!” You shouted, too late. “NO!”
Her knees bent and her hips jerked back as the spear’s deadly point rammed into her chest.
Mera’s eyes widened, looking at Solumon, mouth agape.
Your scream never left your body. You couldn’t move. Paralyzed by anger, you couldn’t do anything but watch.
Mera’s hand went straight to her abdomen, where the blade had entered just right of. Solumon shoved the blade further. Bending even farther, Mera’s head was thrown back. Struggling to keep her balance, she looked down at the spear. Solumon pushed forward again. Mera’s head, parallel to the seafloor, rested on his chest. Mera slowly looked up at Solumon in agony. Solumon violently jerked the spear out. Mera coughed tightly as her face jerked forward. Her face was a mix of pain and lifelessness seeping as she clutched the bleeding wound. Her knees buckled and she toppled over, falling slowly through the water in a graceful arc, red hair fanning out behind her.
Solumon disappeared into the water.
Finding yourself able to move again, you swam to her side, gathering her in your arms. She held her chest tightly as she wept in pain, her breathing becoming more labored.
“Mera, please,” You sobbed, stroking her head as she looked at you sadly. She managed a weak smile and touched your cheek.
“I’ve… I’ve always… loved you,” She breathed. She closed her eyes as her head fell back. Mera was dead.
You threw your head back and screamed in grief. You set down Mera’s unmoving body and promised, “I’ll come back for you, my love.”
Anger filled your every desire as you chased after Solumon, determined to find him.
And kill that son of a bitch where he stood.
Chapter 9: I'll Honor My Sword (Wonder Woman x Reader)
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Fear. Fear was what does your whole body as you stared across the battlefield. Soldiers—good soldiers, your friends, fell to the ground as they were cut down by bullets. To stop that from happening to yourself, you didn’t even stop to grieve. Your focus was on the figures in the distance.
And then the shell sailed in the air.
Too high to shoot, too fast to avoid, you stared as the mortar’s payload fell through the air, where it would land right on top of you. Nothing you could do, you closed your eyes and turned your back, thinking about what death would be like. You were about to find out.
The mortal whistled louder.
You braced for impact.
It did not come.
Yet you felt the mortal explode, right over you. Yet no shrapnel protected your flesh, not a single piece of iron touched you.
Surprised, you looked up and gasped.
Before you stood a tall woman, with a sheet of midnight hair falling around her shoulder blades. Her head was covered with a shield. Dust rained around her.
Then she turned to you. Her face was beautiful and kind, with a fire in her eyes that she wasn’t someone to cross.
“You… you saved me,” you said, stunned.
She shrugged and smiled. “It’s what I do.”
“...Thank you,” you breathed finally, still trying to take in everything that had happened.
The warrior said nothing. She seemed to scan your being.
Then she turned, twisting her sword and turning to the enemy lines. She started to move.
“Wait,” you said, in spite of yourself.
She stopped. “Yes?” she called out.
“What is your name? I want to know who saved my life.”
She smiled. “Diana,” she replied, and took off across no man’s land.
You thought you’d never see her again. However, in the bar, two years later, you saw the woman next to you turn her head. Your heart stopped.
You’d recognize that face anywhere.
“Diana?” You asked.
She smirked. “I never got your name, you know,” she said.
“Y/N.”
“That’s a beautiful name,” she replied. You blushed. “Takes one to know one,” you told her.
Diana laughed. “You know, I saw something in you, all those years ago.”
You frowned. “And what would that be?”
She smiled. “A friend,” she added, “Or maybe something more.”
Chapter 10: I Want Out (Oola x Reader)
Summary:
Reader saves Oola from the Rancor and gives her a home
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You were just another slave in Jabba’s palace. At least, that’s what they all thought. The truth? You had been training with the only family heirloom you had—a Jedi lightsaber—for most of your life. You’d found you were force sensitive, and had gotten pretty good at the more simple abilities. The thing is, no one knew any of that. You were thought so unimportant you were never even allowed to show your face in the throne room— even when a major show was happening and Jabba needed all the help he could get.
But this day, this was different. Jabba was expecting a visitor, and he was having one of the biggest performances in years. So, they forced you to help and clean up the mess.
You’d never seen the band perform, or the slave dancers. They transfixed you, but you tried not to look too much at the dancers. You knew that they hated what they were doing, and that you didn’t know any of them. But one of them caught your eye.
It was a Twi’lek woman, slightly over 5 feet, with beautiful green skin and large stunning eyes. Twin lekku swung behind her. She was chained to Jabba’s throne, meaning she was defiant and wouldn’t succumb to Jabba’s slavery willingly. Your eyes never left her as she danced. Eventually, Jabba shouted something in Huttese, and the green woman shook her head. She yelled something in a different language. Jabba looked forward. He beckoned again. The woman kept fighting. With a roar of anger, Jabba smashed a button on his throne. The floor opened underneath the woman—sending her right into the old rancor pit.
An innocent woman, who just wanted to live, sent to such a horrible fate. Rage flooded your mind. A blast of force energy knocked the entire crowd onto the ground. You used the force to summon your lightsaber, and jumped into the pit, the Twi’lek screaming as the rancor entered the cavern. It picked her up and opened his mouth, roaring. The girl groaned. You hit the floor of the pit and ran straight for the rancor as it pulled the woman in. You sprung off it’s chest and knocked the Twi’lek out of its grip. She fell to the ground, groaning in pain, but you suspected a couple feet of falling was better than being eaten. You used the rancor’s weight to spring to the top of its head, before ignoring your lightsaber and swinging it down. The rancor barely had time to shout as he found it difficult to continue, as he no longer had a head. There was an uproar from the crowd, but you ran to the woman.
“Are you okay?” You asked her.
She was still gasping for breath. “Yeah,” she choked. She turned towards you and spoke again, “Thank you.”
You shrugged. “No problem. What’s your name?”
“Oola,” she breathed.
“I’m Y/N” you told her.
She smiled at you. “Thank you, Y/N. For saving me.”
Once again, you shrugged. “Let’s get out of here.”
“No arguments here,” Oola agreed.
You grabbed her around the waist and used the force to jump out of the pit, and together you ran out of the palace before anyone could stop you. Oola laughed as the palace disappeared in the horizon, because she was finally free, free of Jabba’s reign. She didn’t care where you went, as long as she was far away from the Hutt. You brought into a street of shops, all selling different wares.
“Let’s get you some more… dignifying clothes,” you explained to her. She agreed silently. She hated the dress Jabba made her wear.
You stopped dead, and Oola stopped with you. “What is it?” She asked.
“I should probably remove that slave collar first.”
“Oh. Right.”
You pulled out your saber. “Stay absolutely still.”
She didn’t argue. You ignited the lightsaber and melted the chain on her neck. When you put away the blade, she took a shaky breath. It’s been so long since I’ve had a clear neck,” she sighed with relief, “I’ve almost forgotten what it was like to breathe clearly.”
Once she had gotten into her new clothes, you brought her to your old house, where you’d lived before you’d been sold to Jabba.
“You can stay here, if you’d like,” you told her, “it ain’t much, but it’s honest. I can try to get a job in town, make some money to help.”
She nodded and said she’d love to stay.
Three weeks you went to work with a grocer in town, coming back every day to check on Oola. She was good company, nice, honest, and she made a lot of jokes. She seemed so full of life, just as beautiful on the inside as the outside, that you couldn’t help but fall in love. You knew it was ridiculous. She was too good for you. She would never share your feelings, so you tried to shut them out. It was easier said than done.
At the end of those three weeks, you’d come home to a surprise. Oola has cooked dinner while you were gone at work.
“Hello, Y/N,” Oola welcomed.
“Hi,” you responded, “you didn’t have to do that.”
She frowned. “After all you’ve done for me, a simple dinner is nothing.”
You shrugged. “You still didn’t have to do that for me.”
She smiled and walked towards you. “Is it not okay for a girl to do something nice?”
You chuckled. “No, of course not.”
She was uncomfortably close now, where you could feel her breath on your chin. You resisted the urge to kiss her.
Oola looked at you and said, “I can’t even begin to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.”
“Don’t worry, you don’t have t-” you began to say.
“These past few weeks have been the best in a long time. You’re a delight to live with,” she interrupted you, “and I’ve come to appreciate you more and more, Y/N. In fact…” she stopped there, her cheeks flushed.
You stared into her cozy eyes, and said, “I guarantee that you are even more of a pleasure.”
She smiled. She hesitated, but then she surprised you. She grabbed your face and kissed you.
You’d thought about it happening for so long, you didn’t act very cool about it. You sicked in your breath and breathed in her jasmine fragrance. It took you multiple seconds to start kissing her back. Her lips were warm and soft, her green skin just as much. Her lekku rubbed your hands, but you didn’t mind. Her arms were wrapped around your back, and you felt like you were on fire as warmth spread throughout your body. When you broke apart, you were both blushing furiously.
The next few weeks, life was perfect. You still went to work, and came back home at the same time, but when Oola was waiting to welcome you, kissing you and having dinner ready made. She was good company, and a really good kisser. You found yourself loving her more than you’d ever loved anything before.
One Week Later….
The bounty hunter had arrived. Jabba wasn’t happy with yours and Oola’s escape. He was going to take you both back to him. You couldn’t let that happen.
“Go!” You shouted. “I’ll deal with him!”
The bounty hunter ran towards you. You raised your saber to strike, but at the last second he jumped out of the way, still keeping his momentum. He was feinting. He ran past you, and before you could do anything but look, he rammed his spear right into Oola’s gut. She gasped, as her eyes widened, and her face scrunched up in pain.
Rage overtook you. Your lightsaber swung, fast as light, and the bounty hunter’s helmet (head still inside) clattered on the ground. Oola stared down at the spear point embedded in her gut. She fell backwards against the ground, blood soaking her chest. You ran up next to her as she coughed, blood trickling out of her mouth. You knelt next to her and felt tears forming in your eyes. You pulled the spear out of her chest, and she gasped in agony. Her eyes stared watering at you. Blood trickled from her mouth. She pressed her hand to the wound, but there was too much blood. Her eyes were losing focus.
“I… love you…” she breathed, and her eyes fixed on yours. Her hand went limp, and her chest stopped moving. Glassy eyed, she was motionless.
Chapter 11: When The Winged Hussars Arrived | Part 1 | (Lady Deathstrike x Reader)
Summary:
After X-Men Apocalpyse, Reader attacks a group of mutants and is almost killed, but Yuriko saves them,
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They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. You see every major event that has ever happened to you, and what would happen had you lived longer. All this would pass in a split second. A last glimpse of life before Death took over.
Was it true? No one who’d died was around to say. The greatest of mysteries was death, and anything surrounding it. What does it feel like, what would it be, would there be an afterlife, or would you be born again?
Whatever it was, you were about to find out.
Freezing wind rushed through the mountains, lashing your body with cold sheets of air. Lying flat on the ground, you looked over at your foot that had betrayed you.
It definitely wasn’t supposed to bend like that. Just looking at it sent waves of nausea over you.
Groaning, you tried to stand, and tripped over again. Hot spikes of pain shot up your leg. Glancing over, you saw your own friends, your own allies—cut down on the ground. Blood coating the snow-covered peaks.
This operation had gone south instantly. The mission was simple: take out a group of dangerous hostile mutants hiding in the Rocky Mountains. There were supposed to be around 6 of them.
You weren’t expecting two dozen angry mutants, who were expecting you. The ambushers became the ambushed.
A human silhouette stood overtop of you. A sword was held at her side. As your eyes regained focus, her features cleared and became visible.
A tall Asian woman, with long black and purple hair blowing in the wind. Light purple armor with red cloth hugged her body. Her face was beautiful, but her startling green eyes stared coldly down at you.
“Human scum,” she growled, and raised her katana.
Powerless to stop her, you watched as she prepared to thrust the blade into your chest.
She stopped in her tracks. A small tight gasp escaped her throat as her eyes widened. The mutant slowly looked down at her chest. Five wickedly sharp, thin pieces of metal jetted out through her torso. Blood stained her armor.
She looked up blankly, pain etched in her eyes. The metal retracted out of her body as she winced.
The purple haired mutant slowly collapsed to the side, landing sideways in the snow next to you. Her pained beautiful eyes found yours. An unheard word escaped her lips, before she was still, her blood soaking the white snow.
Looking up, you saw what had killed her—or rather, who.
Another woman stood right behind where she had stood. She wore a suit of black leather. She had smooth caramel skin, and a cascade of midnight hair pulled into a ponytail. She had Japanese facial features and soulful eyes. But hanging from her fingers were a sharp, long, metal claw, ingrained into her body. Blood coated the ends. As you looked, they retracted slowly into her hand.
A mutant, you thought, but she didn’t attack you. Instead, she kneeled down to your level and examined you. Her eyes studied your entire being, and then you heard her speak, “Are you okay?”
You nodded weakly. As your eyes locked with hers, you found yourself asking, “You… you saved me. Why?”
She looked puzzled. “Should I not have?”
“I… I’ve hunted down your kind. I serve those who kill mutants like you out of fear. I… I’m the enemy.”
“I don’t care,” she replied, “I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes. Only who they truly are. I could see it in your eyes. You have the choice to be better.”
You looked over to your side. The beautiful purple haired mutant lay open mouthed on the ground, pain hidden beneath her blank eyes. Blood trickled from her mouth. “And her?” You asked. “You didn’t give her a chance.”
She studied the mutant. “Psylocke… she’s a special case. Being anti-human isn’t the worst of it. She wants to exterminate all non-mutants. She’s had plenty of chances. I’ve been tracking her down for months.”
The woman’s face was filled with the emotion her voice didn’t allow—remorse. She was trying to convince herself that killing her was the right choice. She didn’t know what to do.
“What… what’s your name?” You croaked.
Her head snapped to you. “Yuriko,” she smiled, and you noticed how breathtaking she really was.
“Y/N.” You replied.
“Perhaps I will see you again,” she said, “And when that time comes, I hope you’ve thought about what I said.”
And you had. It had been a year since Yuriko had saved your life. One year since you’d almost died.
A lot can change in 52 weeks.
A year ago, you were fighting against mutants. You believed in the government's cry that they were too dangerous and hostile. Now, you fought for mutant rights. Under the alias of “Andromeda”, you exposed those who lied about mutant hostility. Proved those who fought against mutants wrong in front of millions. Revealed secrets only one who had been involved with it could know. Mutants thought of you as an icon, a mutant living on the inside, promoting their own ideas.
But you weren’t a mutant. The government searched endlessly for anyone who could be Andromeda. But they only searched for mutants. That’s how you stayed out of suspicion for so long. They searched mutant databases, for mutants who had connections with the exposed speakers, possible mind-readers of truth-seers.
They never expected that one of their own men fed the secrets to the world.
Yuriko’s words had stuck with you. Without her, you’d be dead, and if not, you’d still be ignorant and an anti-mutant. Yuriko had shown you the truth. And you’d never seen her again, nor did you expect to.
Reminiscing about the few seconds you had with her, you floated back to reality and continued typing. The coffee shop knew you, you’d been a regular there for years. You had secretly written many of Andromeda’s essays with a VPN using the shop’s WiFi. People thought your publishing location was somewhere in the Philippines, not a regular coffee shop in commercial Baltimore.
You continued writing your newest post—exposing one of the leading anti-mutant speakers for tax fraud and harboring known fugitives.
“That’s an interesting paper you’re publishing there,” came a voice behind you.
You almost jumped. How had you not heard her approach?
You turned and saw a woman standing by you. She wore a gray business suit, but a brimmed hat hid her face in the shade. Dark hair fanned out behind her. “Relax,” she chuckled, “I won’t tell anyone.” She sat down in the chair next to you and held out her hand. “Dr. Oyama. Pleased to meet you.”
You shook her hand. She had an oddly firm grip, and her hand felt hard somehow. “Y/N L/N,” You introduced yourself.
Oyama sipped her coffee. “So, you’re Andromeda, huh?” She asked, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” She smiled. Something was familiar about that smile…
“Yuriko?” I asked carefully.
She inclined her head, raising the brim of her hat. As light hit her, her gorgeous face was illuminated by morning light.
“Hello, again, Y/N. I see you didn’t forget what I said. You’ve changed.”
Chapter 12: The Seven Angels (Kitty Pryde x Reader)
Summary:
Reader takes piano lessons from their best friend Kitty
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Your fingers slipped on the same key again. For the third time in a row, that same C# became a C. Next to you, Kitty chuckled. You gently pushed her sideways.
“I swear, someone spilled oil on that key,” you repeated. Kitty punched you lightly on the shoulder. “If you keep blaming something else for your mistakes, you’re never gonna get any better,” she advised.
She was joking, but she was right. You tried the phrase again. This time, you didn’t mess up on that note. You slipped on the next one.
“You should play jazz music,” she smirked, “There you can miss all the notes you want and people won’t care.”
You pushed her again. She smiled encouragingly. “Just keep going, you’re getting better.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes dramatically. “You’re way too hard on me, teach,” you complained jokingly, “I might die from stress and overwork, and you don’t want to be responsible for killing someone.”
Kitty held back a grin, playing along. “You’re right,” she replied, “It would be a lot of paperwork.”
Then you both laughed.
When you were originally pressured into taking piano lessons months ago, you weren’t sure about it. You thought you would hate it. Not because piano was boring, but because you would have to deal with another teacher for hours a week, which you already had plenty of at the school. You didn’t do well being taught by authority.
But when your teacher showed up at your room, and it was Kitty Pryde…
Well just say things got a lot better.
Kitty was your best friend at the school. She was nice, funny, caring, smart, and patient—the best kind of person to be a good teacher. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty and put in work for something. She also found ways to personalize and be relatable in everything.
She was the same way teaching you.
Six months of piano lessons from your best friend, who was super talented, yet didn’t seem to care that you were a complete novice. She walked you through at your own pace, taught you what you needed to know, and made it fun, too. She wasn’t the kind of teacher who was like “now let’s learn some Mozart,” or, “Today we’re going to learn Heart and Soul,” or anything cliché like that. Instead, she knew you enough to know you’d much rather play something you enjoyed, even though nothing you really listened to or wanted to play was within your skill level. Kitty didn’t care. So she set you up with one of your favorite pieces: Aerith’s Theme from Final Fantasy VII. The song got progressively more complex and difficult as it went on, so the first few bars were easier to play than the next, which made it perfect to slowly work on. Whenever you got to a line that was way out of your level, she simplified it, made you learn that, play it 20 times, then add the last few lines. Once you had that down, she made you learn the regular, more difficult phrase in the same way. It was challenging, and super difficult, but she didn’t let you quit. She knew you far too well to do that. Eventually, you could stumble through the first minute and a half without any hassle. You never expected to be able to do that in half a year. Kitty had always said that you were really good for that little experience. Whenever you got annoyed that you weren’t getting something, or got frustrated because your hands couldn’t move fast enough, she would just smile and calm you down. She was great at defusing anger or frustration. She’d remind you of the progress you’d already made, and would take a short break. Then she’d go right back to teaching.
Without Kitty, you couldn’t have made it this far. Every time you wanted to take a long break, or even quit for a while, she’d encourage you, giving you her bright, gentle smile and warm brown eyes. It would calm you down instantly.
“Now, play it one more time,” Kitty asked, “and this time, don’t focus on what you’re doing so much. Look at your hands, position yourself, but then relax. Instead of spending all your focus on what your hands are doing, and whether you’re playing it right, just hear the music. Think of how the song makes you feel. What does the theme feel like? Think about that, right now. Close your eyes, and tell me what you feel.”
You shut your eyes, focusing on the melodies of the piece.
“Peace,” you said, “Beauty. Loss. Heartbreak. Hope… And despair. Grief.”
“Yes,” she whispered, “And most of all?”
You took a deep breath. “Love.”
“Good,” she continued softly, “Now, focus on all of that. Can you do that?”
You nodded.
“When you have, open your eyes, but don’t lose sight of that feeling. Hold on to it.”
Slowly, you opened your eyes. She placed her hand on the back of your shoulder. It took all of your willpower to focus on the music instead of… whatever that was. She carefully massaged her thumb on your shoulder. “Now, put your hands on the keys.”
You did as she ordered. “Good,” she continued gently, “Now, don’t think about your hands. Think about the music. Think about all the things it makes you feel. And then, from the top, let your fingers move themselves. You don’t guide them, they guide you. Let your hands relax, and begin to play the song. You are not simply touching keys. You are using the piano as an extension of those feelings. Extend your peace. Extend your hope, your loss, your grief, your despair. And most of all, show me your love.”
And so you did. You didn’t think. You just acted. The melodies drifted around the walls, conveying the emotions you held on to. You moved your hands, but did not force them. Music filled the room. You didn’t miss a note. You envisioned the notes in your head, as much as you knew. The tone changed and flowed like the Lifestream.
And when the melody doubled back to the start of the song, the same set of three rising and three falling notes, that marked the halfway point, your hands landed on a note, and stayed there. The music slowly drifted away.
You had done it! Congratulating yourself in your head, you’d almost forgotten about your best friend until she gently shook your shoulder. When you turned to her, she was beaming. Her smile was wide and dazzling. With her free hand, she tucked her sheet of chocolate hair behind her head.
“You did it!” She exclaimed. “I never doubted it. But that doesn’t make me any less proud.”
And then she swooped over and planted a kiss on your cheek. As soon as it happened, it was over.
You stared, dumbfounded. Suddenly, the feat didn’t seem so important anymore. Your cheek burned where her lips had touched.
After a moment’s hesitation, you found yourself able to speak again. “I couldn’t have done it without my amazing teacher,” you acknowledged, “I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without you, Kitty.”
She smiled. “You always had it in you, Y/N. You just needed to realize it was there.”
Your eyes locked with hers. You both sat still, both too uncertain to close the distance.
And then you saw a spark of… something in her eyes. The same thing that the music had made you feel.
Love.
Her eyes were filled with love while she was with you. And you knew that your eyes probably were too. She seemed to realize at the same time as you did.
At the same time, both yours and her eyes fluttered shut. As you leaned forward, she wrapped her arms around your upper back in a relaxed embrace just as your arms found their way around her waist. Half a second passed where you noticed her smooth, warm arms and her mint breath heating your face, before your lips met with her impossibly soft ones. You breathed in her scent and held her closely as you kissed.
After a few seconds, you broke apart, the both of you glowing, your cheeks bright red. Her eyes were dazzling beams of light as you stood there and smiled at each other.
And as you turned back to the piano in unison, staring out of the window into the mansion grounds, Kitty scooted closer to you. She wrapped an arm around your back and tucked her head into the crook of your neck. Unable to hold back a smile, you realized just how lucky you were to know her.
Chapter 13: Beyond This Life (Zoe Nightshade x Reader)
Summary:
Request: Reader and Zoë finally see eye to eye, and realize their feelings for each other
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“I don’t like your plan,” Zoë informed you, “It sucks.”
You sighed in exasperation. “I don’t like it any more than you do, Your Highness,” you retorted. Didn’t she get it? It was what had to be done. If there was another way, you’d gladly change tactics. But there was no other plan. Artemis had to be saved.
Whatever the cost.
Zoë refused to relent. It was something that both infuriated you and that you respected about her. She had many flaws, but she sure as Hades wouldn’t give up.
Zoë sat in the center of the boat, glaring down at you with her cold black eyes. Her lieutenant’s circlet sat perched on top of her dark hair, which was pulled into a single, long braid which whipped around behind her in the wind. The circlet matched her proud expression: I outrank you, and therefore I am right.
Having to work with her for this mission was bad enough. She aggravated you constantly, and you knew the feeling was mutual. You just weren’t mentally compatible with each other.
Having to spend two weeks alone on a small boat, trying to save a goddess who’d managed to get captured? Two weeks alone with her?
Well that was just adding insult to injury.
Thirteen days, you’d travelled. Now, you were approaching your destination: a small island in the Atlantic, secluded and uninhabited. That’s where Artemis would be found.
Unfortunately, guarding her was a giant.
A mountain giant, the spirit of a volcano not too far, guarded her prison. You and Zoë had circled around the island at a safe distance, out of the giant’s line of sight, trying to come up with a plan.
“I have a plan,” you had said. Zoë had raised her eyebrows, then scoffed, “Well then, get on with it!”
Of course, afterward, she had hated it. You may have disliked each other, but you weren’t that cruel.
Zoë stared longingly at the island, where her goddess sat in chains. She knew she had to be rescued. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
“I know,” she resigned. “It is the only way. We must save Lady Artemis.”
She looked back over at you, determined. “For Lady Artemis.”
You nodded. “For Olympus.”
A sliver of worry crept into her face. “I guess… this is it then.”
You bowed your head solemnly. “Yeah.” Two weeks ago, you’d have chosen death over having to live alone with Zoë for weeks. At least the Underworld spirits weren’t horrible company. Now, you’d rather have another day with her than have the end be here.
“For what it’s worth…” Zoë admitted, “I don’t hate you as much as I thought.”
“Ditto.”
The corners of her lips tightened briefly, almost like a smile. It was replaced immediately back to worry.
A tear traced down her cheek. “Let’s do this,” she said, “Before I have a change of heart.”
With a shock, you realized that that was the first time you’d ever truly agreed on something. If you didn’t do this now, you might never be able to do it.
You took the wheel and turned towards the shore. Almost immediately, the giant turned. He didn’t notice that Zoë was there. She had already plunged into the sea. All his focus was on you and the boat.
The giant roared. He reached his hand into the ground. When he raised his fist, a boulder of melting earth was clenched in his hand. He threw it in a long arc. It just barely missed the boat. The water boiled as it made contact, almost dumping scalding water over the vessel.
Zoë had made it to the shore. She snuck past the giant as quietly as she could. The giant didn’t even acknowledge her, raising another rock. Zoë frantically sawed at the ropes binding Lady Artemis to the ground. They were immune to a god’s powers, but not to mortal steel. The first binding snapped. Three more to go.
The next boulder sailed far past the boat. The second bond snapped.
The third boulder flew through the air, and scraped the edge of the boat. The third rope fell away. But this time, it was different.
The giant heard it.
His head snapped to Zoë as she hacked away at the last binding. Artemis was almost free. Her head turned to the giant towering over her.
She didn’t run. She didn’t attack. She could’ve taken the time to save herself and flee in the ocean.
But instead, she resigned herself to the last binding. A cry built in your throat as the giant raised his foot. Zoë shut her eyes. The giant stomped. The final binding snapped.
And a fiery explosion blasted Zoë off the island, fire wreathing her body. She sank lifelessly into the sea.
Immediately after, the fourth boulder collided with the boat. Heat stung your face before you plunged into the water, sinking below the surface.
Zoë floated next to you. Her clothes were in smolders, her hair a mess. Her face was riddled with burns. Her eyes were still moving.
You came to a stop next to her, feeling the life seeping out of your body.
I’m sorry, you tried to say, but only bubbles came from your mouth.
It’s not your fault, she mouthed, attempting to smile. You were both pretty good at lip reading. At least Lady Artemis is safe.
You shut your eyes, blinking back the tears that would be washed away by the sea. I don’t want you to die, you replied.
She reached out wally, grasping the side of your head with her palm. I don’t want you to die either, she said. You’re a hero, Y/N.
I could never be as brave as you, you told her, you’re ten times the hero I am.
She shook her head sadly. You sailed willingly to your death, to save someone you didn’t even know. I wish I could be as brave as you, Y/N.
Your faces drifted closer together in the sea. The water darkened as you sank.
Remember that death is not the end, she assured softly.
But only a transition, both of you mouthed in unison.
Her face was dangerously close. You felt there wasn’t much time left until you both died. You might never see her again in the Underworld.
And then Zoë kissed you. You were shocked to find yourself kissing her back.
You realized you had never hated Zoë. You were jealous of her. You wanted to be as brave, as selfless, and loyal as her. You wished she wasn’t so amazing behind her flaws.
In truth, you didn’t hate her. You didn’t even dislike her.
You loved her. And you couldn’t bear to see her go.
As quickly as it started, her lips left your face. Her eyes glazed over. She managed to mouth three words.
I love you.
And then she was gone. I love you too, you thought, and then you too, faded into the realm of the dead.
The trial passed by in a blur. You didn’t care that you had achieved Elysium. You would rather be in Asphodel, never knowing it was your fault that Zoë had died, than in Elysium without her. Emptiness filled your soul as you were transported to Underworld paradise.
You sat down in your own personal house, ignoring the sounds of laughter and peace outside.
“Someone got up on the wrong side of the Underworld today, huh?”
You turned your head incredulously to the stairs, the top of which stood a familiar figure.
“It’s good to see you,” Zoë smiled. Her dark hair fell loose around her back. Her cold black eyes you had grown accustomed to shone with happiness. She walked downstairs gracefully, and sat down next to you on the couch.
“You thought you could get rid of me, huh?” She asked.
You blushed furiously. “Never,” you replied.
And then she kissed you. A proper, real, loving kiss. When you broke apart, you realized that maybe you were happy that you’d died. Above the surface, you would’ve gotten killed for loving her. Maybe turned into an animal. Now, you were free to love as you pleased.
And so was Zoë.
Chapter 14: The Spirit Carries On (Bianca x Reader)
Summary:
Request: Reader and Bianca like each other, but she joins the hunters
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It all happened so fast. Your best friend and her brother had been kidnapped. A dark-haired kid you’d never seen before chased after them, followed by three more. Stupidly, you pursued them, and witnessed the vice principal turn into something that must have been a trick of the mind. But the new group of girls and the other kids had confirmed it. Greek mythology was real, and your best friend and her younger brother Nico were demigods. You’d been even more shocked than they had been. Then you’d heard that they’d both be taken away. At this, you almost screamed. You didn’t know what you’d do without Bianca. You loved her more than you cared to admit.
The hunters had pulled Bianca aside. You followed quietly, although the Hunters had noticed you instantly. They were about to turn you into a jackalope, until Bianca stepped in. Reluctantly, they’d let you pass, warning you that if you talked out of turn, you’d be killed. You’d accompanied Bianca anyway. She seemed more comfortable by your presence.
And then… they asked her to join the Hunters. Remembering the Hunters’ promise to kill you, you remained silent, praying that Bianca would decline. She had to, right?
“Is it worth it?” She asked the girl with the silver circlet.
“It is,” she replied.
Bianca took a deep breath.
Forgetting the Hunters’ threat, you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking. “Bee,“ you asked, hurt, “Why?”
Bianca closed her eyes, unable to look at you. She turned away sadly. “Goodbye, Y/N.” Her voice shook. You saw a tear trace the side of her head. She turned to Artemis.
“I…” she hesitated. She turned to you. Her eyes lingered for a second, but no sooner had they found yours had they returned to the goddess.
“I… I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis. I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt.”
Defeated, you turned and walked away. It didn’t matter where, you just wanted to get far away from where you were. Far away from the Hunters. Far away from Bianca. Far away from your troubles.
That night, you lay awake in bed, your back turned to your room. You desperately hoped that no one heard your muffled sobs, or would notice the wet tears that fell on your bedsheets.
Across the country, in a chariot soaring through the sky, Bianca sat facing away from her new sisters. She stared sorrowfully out of the window, back towards home, back towards you. She wiped a tear from her eyes and bowed her head. She hoped she would see you again. But even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to tell you how she felt… how much she cared about you. But at least she’d get to see you one more time… to be your best friend again.
Unknown to both of you, she’d never get the chance.
Chapter 15: Update on Requests and Important Info
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Hey all, it's me.
Just wanted to drop in and give an update on requests, and clear some things up.
Item the first: Don't feel limited to the list of characters. They are the ones I'm most comfortable with, but I'm always open to more suggestions. Try mainly to stick to the fandoms there, as you never know whether I'm in a different one, but it doesn't hurt to comment any character from any fandom. The only restrictions are that they must be female, your prompt cannot be nsfw, and don't expect me to write it if you go beyond the reccomendations. I'm still gonna try to get to all the ones I can.
Item the second: There is once again, no limit to your number of requests. You can request 100 if you like, but I have exceptions to this. One: instead of writing 10 different comments, try to write as many in a single comment as poossible. If you have an idea after the original comment, then post a second comment. And a third comment. I just ask that you keep the number of comments reasonable, and more room in the section. Another thing is: if you request a whole lot, I won't get to them all. I might, but I can't just do all of your requests at once if there are other people who want their stuff written. It's only fair. Don't let that deter you from requesting anything and everything that fits within the rules that you want written.
Item the third: Don't feel limited by your already written requests. Just because others are requesting and you've already had stuff written, don't let it stop you from requesting again. Keep requesting as much as you like. I'm not going to fault you for asking for things after you've already gotten some from you done. Don't worry about your requests. Even if they break the rules, there's no harm, I just won't do them. By no means is there a restriction on a single person.
Item the fourth, which I haven't had a problem with yet, but I want to address anyway: comments on the chapters. Give any feedback you want on any of them, or anything you want to say about the chapter. However: I beg that you do not talk shit about the prompt or the story for no reason. There are real people who wanted this done, and real effort put into it. Constructive criticism if you can. You can even just say "I don't like this, it sucks." Just maybe add some valid reasons why. I'm always looking for critique. Disliking a character that was written into it is bias and therefore, not criticism. Telling me you don't think I wrote the character well is very much valid. Saying I didn't get the right mood or feel of the story or characters is also valid. Just think before you comment.
That's all from me. Keep requesting, I'll keep working. I've got some free time to write and not much to work on, so by all means, drop a suggestion in the comments, I'll try to reply to as many as I get.
Chapter 16: I'm Back!
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This is more of a 'Here's some more shit' than a return, but I haven't worked on this for a while. I have recently discovered and enjoyed a decent amount of new fandoms, which means some new options for requests. In a few seconds, the original character list will increase, and I am once again taking any requests that adhere to the rules. I will be gone next week, but I should have a chance to write tomorrow and when I get back.
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