I’ve tried looking it up but can’t seem to find anything. Are there official names of the nobility in the Ice Court? Is there a King and Queen? Research for my fanfic cuz I don’t wanna get anything wrong.
You thought you were just another Fjerdan, but then a scratch from an accident exposed you to be an Inferni. With a bounty on your head and hiding from Drüskelle, you hid in Ketterdam. They’ve found you and you’re backed into a corner, but they start getting taken down one by one and a knife skims your ear.
Three strangers approach you, and you find yourself drawn to the man with the harsh eyes and the cane.
“So, you must be the Phoenix, or did I just waste my time?”
I’m thinking of making this into a fanfic, so tell me if you guys would want that!
Who should be her faceclaim? Please give suggestions cuz I do rlly struggle with that part.
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Working for the Crows, it was easy to miss the little things when relaxing or not on the job. It was no secret that Kaz Brekker, the Bastard of the Barrel, was closer to you than he was with anyone else.
At first it just started with annoying him by never leaving his office when he was in it. You claimed that it was the quietest place in the Crow Club, and reluctantly and slowly, he got used to your presence. You were usually reading or just staring off, thinking anything to make the time pass by.
Kaz admitted you were an annoying presence at first, but learned it was because you didn’t like being alone. You thought it only made it easier to let people slip away, and he understood that. What he didn’t want to admit was that the months tolerating your presence turned into a normal thing, just you and him after hours in content silence. Then, he expected you to be there, and it brought a small tug to his lips each time you greeted him with a bright smile and a small wave. If you weren’t there, he felt saddened but never dared to ask you why.
That’s when Kaz Brekker realized he was falling in love with you.
You had feelings for him for a few months, which is why you had started making it a point to be around him. Your heart almost broke when he fell infront of you once, reminding you that he’s mortal and you’re Grisha. You made it a promise to yourself that you’d protect him, even if your love was useless.
Due to the time passing, or him not returning your feelings.
One night, you were simply reading through a book of poems, and flickered your gaze to Kaz.
He looked tired, but you admired how his hair fell perfectly around his face and his jaw structure. How could a human be so beautiful? You thought to yourself before noticing a heartbeat quicken.
And it wasn’t yours.
Your gaze sharpened on him as you listened closer to his heartbeat, slowly speeding up as he straightened himself on his chair and that’s when you caught it.
He glanced at you, and he was caught in your trance. He couldn’t help but stare, and a blush along with a sly smile made its way to your rosy lips. He awkwardly coughed and looked away.
“What?” He asked, nervous now that he was aware that you could hear his urgent heart.
“I love you.”
His eyes widened, and he felt like his heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t sure what to say or do. He couldn’t say it back because he wasn’t sure he loved you yet, only that he had a passion and affection towards you.
He wanted you.
But his fears drove him back.
“I heard your heart. I know you like me - that you feel something for me, but you don’t have to give me an answer now. I’ll wait for you.”
God, he wanted to cry.
Wait for him? You’ve just said you loved the Bastard of the Barrel, and that you don’t need an immediate answer from him. That you were content waiting for someone like him.
“No woman should ever wait for a man,” He sounded like he was lecturing you, even without looking at you.
You simply chuckled.
“But waiting for Kaz Brekker himself will be worth it. I even await the day I get to kiss you.”
He felt all the heat rush towards his face at your bold statement. You had imagined kissing him? HIM?! And you said it would be you to kiss him, not the other way around. He couldn’t believe it, and suddenly poked his tongue out to lick his possibly chapped lips.
“You’re my Heartrender and mine alone. So know that I always have you in my heart,” That was the most you’d get out of him, and he felt a tingle within him as he expressed the best way he could his own feelings.
Why the fuck are book readers from Shadow and Bone trying to gatekeep the characters from the TV show watchers?? Like how about you tell them about the books do they can enjoy it too instead of being a snarky bitch? And if gatekeeping books is all you do, get a fucking hobby.
Bucky couldn’t make sense of why you were trying to help him and Steve. As a Mutant, you have your own problems, but you wanted to clear Buckys name.
He caught your wrist and saw numbers tattooed into your skin, and that’s when he realized what you were the very few who survived in the Concentration Camps.
“My name is (Y/N) Lensherr, my brother was in the camps with me too. We did our best to survive, but in the end he just wanted blood and I couldn’t watch him hurt other people. But Bucky, you didn’t have a choice. That’s why I’m helping you.”
she was such a beautiful and talented actress that brought to life so many iconic characters, and from what the people around her have said, she seemed like a kind and powerful soul. she made everything she was in better, and she will be missed tremendously. rest in paradise helen mccrory
Loki has always been fascinated by humans, and used to sneak off to Midgard to watch how they lived and interacted. He met a girl who was getting bullied, and scared her bullies so much that they never spoke to her again.
Years later, you’re working for Stark, and Loki recognizes you.
“Darling (Y/N), how long has it been? How about we have a little chat.”
Bucky Barnes x Mutant! Fem! Reader! x Logan Howlett
As much as you wanted to say you were fine, that possibly seeing Logan again wouldn’t do anything to you, you knew you couldn’t lie. Logan hurt you emotionally that day, so much that it took yourself ten years to recover.
But now you have a loving husband by your side - you’re not alone anymore, and he always made sure that he always knew your pain.
“I’ll try to be,” You admitted as he curled his fingers with yours.
“It’s been so long.”
“He’s probably a crippling old man by now,” Bucky joked, knowing that your healing factor was the only thing keeping you young.
But also knew it went the same way for Logan.
“Then you must be dating the oldest woman of the century,” You joked, feeling the nerves starting to slip away until the elevator dinged.
Professor X came in, then Mystique, then Beast, and then…Logan. You immediately objected to working with the X-Men, but Fury and Tony were surprisingly working together for once on this. They wanted to make sure we knew of all the heroes we could so that we can call on eachother if something happens.
“(Y/N), it’s been too long, dear. How have you been?” Proffessor immediately greeted you.
“I’ve been great. How’s the school?” You asked, trying to avoid the obvious eyes staring at you.
“Growing better every year. You can always come by and visit, it’s your home too.”
“Did you get married?!” Mystique burst out, making your heart jump once you realized that Logans eyes were now on your hand.
“It was a bit rushed with everything going on, but yes. Raven, Professor, Henry, Logan, this is my husband, Bucky,” You proudly introduced Bucky to everyone, who’s hand was wrapped around yours.
“Sargeant Barnes, it’s an honor to meet you,” Henry immediately shook his hand, admiring his metal arm, “Oh wow, that’s Vibranium, isn’t it? This is incredible work. Oh, is Dr. Banner here?”
“Slow your roll, bub, we’re here for a meeting. This isn’t a convention,” Logan finally spoke up, and you merely glanced at him. Of course he hadn’t aged, and you hated that he looked back at you. You hated how he still had that longing look in his eye because you would enjoy it if he never left you. If he never broke your heart.
“I have way too many questions. How’d you guys meet?” Raven asked, and since you had an hour to spare, you decided why not.
But Bucky spoke first.
“HYDRA didn’t want to let me go, so I was on the run. Steve and (Y/N) wouldn’t give up on me, they knew that I had been framed for the murder of King T'Chaka. I guess we officially met when I knocked you off the building,” Bucky said nonchalantly.
“Wait, no,” You realized, “I attacked you that night with Fury, by using the vines that grew on the rooftop to hold you down, but you broke out of them and kicked me in the stomach.”
“Oh, yeah! I didn’t really remember that. But, she always advocated for my innocence and I remember during the car chase, I couldn’t stop staring at you because I had never seen a woman so beautiful and strong,” Bucky smiled at you, to which you felt your cheeks become warm. Even after two years, he still managed to get you flustered.
“And then you fell off the motorbike.”
You saw Logan out of the corner of your eye, just rolling his eyes and looking around the Avengers headquarters, trying to pay attention to anything else.
“He only made a move when we were in Wakanda. I stayed to make sure he was going to be okay, and I wanted to get to know him better. We were in his hut and just talking about his life before Winter Soldier, and he asked to kiss me,” Even during the 21st century and a man wanted for homicide, he was still a gentleman and wanted to make sure you were comfortable before making any moves.
“That’s so cute! You guys just sound like you’re made for eachother,” Raven fawned over the both of you.
“I’m happy that you’ve found someone to be with, (Y/N). You both seem very happy together,” Professor knew your history with Logan, but only knowing James for a few minutes, he saw just how deserving you were of this love and how genuinely happy he made you.
After the meeting, Stark offered them to stay the night and a few days to check out our facilities and as happy as you were to catch up with Raven, you didn’t want to be alone with Logan.
Which is what happened.
You got up at two a.m. to get a quick snack and a drink, and just as you were gonna go back to bed, you turned to see Logan standing a few feet away from you.
“Hey,” You muttered.
“So, you’ve been here all this time?” He asked.
“Yeah, just helping the world and…stuff,” It was awkward, especially when Logan got closer and you kept your robe tight around you.
“Can he even control that thing?” Logan questioned, referring to Buckys arm.
“He can control it just fine because it’s apart of himself,” You insisted with a bite in your tone.
“He doesn’t get nightmares?”
“Atleast he’s doing something to help himself,” Logan was taken aback by your tone, but understood why you’d be angry.
“I hope you know that I’m not going back, Logan. I’m happy here, and I’m happy with Bucky,” You summed up.
“And yet you act like him beating you was so normal.”
Your eyes widened, “He couldn’t stop himself! He was brainwashed, under control by HYDRA. You know what? I don’t have to explain shit to the boy who couldn’t even get help for himself,” and rushed past him.
But he grabbed your arm, “(Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for leaving you-”
“You shouldn’t be sorry for leaving me,” You cut him off, making him loosen his grip on you, “you should be sorry for letting yourself wallow in your own guilt, in your own self hatred, and for abandoning me thinking I was going to be able to pick myself up at the end of it. For not getting help. Logan, I…I know that I still care about you, but the love I had for you is long gone. I’m not sorry for falling in love with Bucky. I’m only sorry that you thought you could have me back.”
With that, you walked away and Logan felt it all just crumble. Instead of fighting someone to get help and pleading for them to stay, you found someone who knew he needed help and was working to be better, and who was going to stay through all the hard trials.
Bucky wants to be with you but because of his PTSD, trauma, and mental illness, he doesn’t think he’s good enough. You find him sobbing in the middle of the night and hug him, letting him feel vulnerable and say,
“We’ll get through this together. I don’t care how long it takes, I’m not leaving the man I love.”
Gojo insists he doesn’t want anything serious until after a night together, he wakes up to you half asleep and you smile at him and plant lazy kisses on his knuckles and say, “you’re always so beautiful in the morning”.
That’s when he realizes he’s falling in love with you.