Hi, I'm Mia; a 22 year old digital artist and aspiring writer from the United States who's got a lot of ideas, but isn't the best at putting them onto paper (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶)
To all the people who have stuck by me and supported my stories and characters, regardless of how many times they change, I truly appreciate it and I can't wait to continue on this journey with you!
The Circus of Horrors comes to town, the screams and laughter of the people drawing in those from far and wide. Including a young woman who works at a local diner, her love for the macabre and theatre alike pushing her forward as she takes her firsts steps into the circus that would change her life forever.
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Name: Elise
Age: 20's
Gender: Female (She/They/It)
Species: Human
Role: The Marionette
In the beginning, Elise was nothing more then a fool who was given refuge by the members of the Circus and allowed to keep her humanity. She acted as any other fool would, handing out fliers, delivering supplies to the different tents and helping out with performances.
However, as time went on and her relationship with each of the circus members grew, so did her rise of popularity and chance to show the world what she was made of. Leading to her taking on the persona of the Marionette, the living doll who dances on strings and sings of stories long forgotten.
Personality:
Elise often presents herself as soft spoken, kind, and timid with a subtle curiosity and awe of the world of theatre. She is respectful of authority, minding her manners and making sure to show others respect even if not given it in return and is often easily flustered by acts of kindness towards her.
However, beneath her timid nature, she is a deeply traumatized and emotionally detached young woman with a obsessive fascination with the macaque who uses a smile as a defense mechanism to hide her inability to understand and trust others.
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A/N: "The Freak Circus" is a 18+ yandere visual novel that includes depictions of blood, death, murder and gore, as well as allusions to cannibalism, kidnapping and drug use created by @nekoboydreams Please go check out the game on their itch.io page!
CW: god of fate!reader, goddess!reader, god of chaos!caleb, god!caleb, romance, religious undertones, star-crossed lovers trope, fluff, angst, manipulation, corruption, character death, divine punishment, reincarnation, HEAVY world building, inspired by the song Eternity (by Alex Warren)
A/N: I REALLY don't like how this turned out, but I've been working on it for weeks trying to get it right, so I think this is the best it's gonna get (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
In the Drifting Through Deepspace Universe, this story begins long before Zayne's Master of Fate timeline, Sylus' Abysm Sovereign myth, Xavier's Darknight myth and Rafayel's God of Tides myth. However, by the end, the stories have all linked up around the same time period
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Hear the clock ticking on the wall
Losing sleep, losing track of the tears I cry
Every drop is a waterfall
Every breath is a break in the riptide
In the beginning, there was nothing, a vast expanse of never-ending space filled with nothing but darkness.
This void didn't have a name, for the void could not understand such a concept, for it was still very young despite it's infinity. All it knew was that it just was, the beginning and the end of all, the representation of the unknown and the gravity that held this little galaxy together.
It was Chaos.
Then came the first supernova, a collision of two galaxies that brought life to his little universe in the form of her.
Born from the heart of a dying star, she came into his world in an explosion of light and shadow, forming reality itself and bringing with her stars to fill the never-ending darkness of his void.
She was a unique little thing, floating within his void for eons until she learned how to twist the universe around her, forming constellations across space and time that told stories only she knew. Filling the vastness of the void with planets of different colors, each given their own name and surface that was all their own.
Although, her favorite seemed to be a little planet she had named Philos, a planet made from her very own core.
All while Chaos watched on from the void that made up his form, unable to show her he was there, forced to watch as she filled her loneliness with little creations that would never last in the span of their universe.
Watched as she poured her very essence into the little planet, crafting stories and objects only she knew should exist.
Forests beaming with life that covered lands far and wide, mountain tops that reached for the heavens above, skies flooded with stormy skies and filled with stars that called to the seas upon the planets surface and told of her stories to come as she continued to create.
Creatures of different shapes and sizes with souls all their own, every spirit crafted with care by her gentle hands, each one with their own unique purpose and role in this little universe she had made.
Nymphs that tended to the Earth and help life to grow, Dragons that soured through the skies and protected those they treasured, Lemurians who danced beneath the waves of the sea and Naiads who sung ballads of old from the stars above.
Every one of her actions showing her care and devotion for the ones she had created, each species unique in their own way, each with their own purpose and emotions, each with the freedom to choose which path to follow that Fate had set for them.
Because that's what she was to them, she was Astra.
A goddess formed from the light of a dying star, the personification of destiny itself, of reality strung together through golden strings of fate, the first light within the darkness that led to the beginning of all life and the one who granted humanity with the freedom to choose.
But with freedom, came Chaos.
Chaos, who watched on as his Astra created worlds all her own, devoting herself to creatures that were nothing but a blink in the span of their existence, all so she could fill the loneliness left behind by something she didn't even realize was missing.
Him.
If he could just make her see him, if he could just make himself known to her, she would see that she didn't have to devote herself to creatures who didn't deserve her love, who didn't- couldn't understand all that she had gone through and all that she had sacrificed in order to make them.
He just needed to grow stronger, and strength came from belief.
So, using what limited power he had, Chaos created his own species upon his lovers little planet.
Creatures that reflected himself, that craved knowledge to sate a deep seated fear of the unknown, that craved power and possessed the desire to spread their will across all in order to overcome what Fate had designed for them.
Their greed, their free will, spreading his chaos in the form of unnatural death, sickness and cursed gold made from his own blood that ran like rivers through the mountains his lover had crafted; leaching off this energy until he finally grew strong enough to form a physical body.
Until he finally had the chance to meet her face to face.
Oh, how long has it been? I don't know
But it feels like an eternity
Since I had you here with me
Since I had to learn to be
Someone you don't know
The void of space had always been a silent comfort to you, its darkness holding you as one would something precious.
It had been like this for as long as you could remember, this silent comfort only the dark expanse of space could provide you as you built worlds and galaxies filled with light and life and love.
Love, such a unique concept.
You had seen so many different kinds of love over your years of existence, the familial love between a parent and their child, the unconditional love of a friend for another, the everlasting love that one felt for a lover who they craved by their side.
The willingness, the drive, to do anything for those you love.
It was such a beautiful concept, one you wished you could experience yourself.
These thoughts running through your mind as you floated within the safety of the void, summoning your Aether Core between your fingers as you stared at the little planets surface with a thoughtful look before breaking off a few tiny shards of the core that each formed into special little souls crafted just for you.
Your fingers brushing against them with a soft smile on your lips.
There were four shards in total, each split between two souls that would act as counters to each other.
The first two souls, one of crimson red formed from the Earth itself and another of soft emerald green made from the plants upon it's surface, both wrapped protectively around each other. The next set was a soul of fiery pink formed from the Sea and another of soft starlight blue crafted from the glow of the North Star that danced around each other in perfect sync.
The third set was one of golden green formed from the Dusk itself, holding a soul of soft golden pink made from the last light of Dawn with a gentleness beyond even your comprehension. And finally, a soul of sapphire blue crafted from the light of the Moon set in reverence before a soul of golden yellow made from the light of the Sun.
Images of these souls possible futures fluttering into existence as you watched with bated breath and gentle smiles.
Of the Dragon and the Rose, with wealth unknown to the likes of man, who protected each other and tended to their family with diligence and pride. Of a beautiful kingdom beneath the ocean tides ruled by the Sea and the Star, who's devotion for each other were as vast as the surface of their domain.
Of two lovers made from the Dusk and the Dawn, the ability of foresight and memories making them revered by all and intertwining their fates together in a bond that could never be broken. And of a kingdom of man filled with light and laughter, ruled beneath the gentle hand of the Sun and the Moon, their love for one another bringing peace and prosperity to the land of their forefathers.
Such innocent souls, such wonderous stories, such beautiful lives that were meant to be lived.
Your smile soft and your touch even softer as you gathered the souls together, before blowing them away with a gentle breath as they dissipated from the void and ventures down to the planet of Philos to the bodies awaiting them.
Each pair born at different times in history, for time did not exist within the void; yet their fates intertwined in ways that could never be undone.
All while you watched on, your heart full and your smile ever present, excited to see the future in store for your chosen children and the paths they choose to take.
To be with you in paradise
What I wouldn't sacrifice
Why'd you have to chase the light
Somewhere I can't go?
As I walk this world alone
A ripple through time itself made you pause in your work, the threads of life surrounding you in your little corner of the universe shivering before a set of strings in a familiar shade of red and green floated down from above to greet you.
The lifelines for the Dragon and the Rose you had created some time ago, two strings twined together so fiercely that they appeared as one, with two addition little strings of red flowing between them in a protective hold.
Their threads were long, meant to live years upon years together with the family they had made, a life filled with contentment and joy beyond the comprehension of man.
Only, they were cut short.
The threads binding their little family together severed, cut down before they could ever have the chance to even live, the ends frayed and corroded as if corruption itself had set into their souls.
This... wasn't what was meant to happen.
They were meant to live long, happy lives, filled with joy and sorrow and a love that could never be measured. They were even meant to have another child, one that would complete their little family and build one of their own in the future with the child of the Sea and the Star.
Now, that would never happen.
Because something, something you had not predicted, had stolen that chance from them.
Quickly, you turned and dissipated from the void, the threads of their little family still clutched tightly in your grasp as you appeared before the towering form of a long forgotten temple they had made their own. The cave made into the side of a mountain, given new life as the home of a family filled with love which now lay in an unnatural silence.
The earth around the cave was decayed, as if it had not been tended to in many months, the wind heavy with the sent of metal and a single willow tree along the edge of the clearing now laying on the ground in a heap of rotten wood that once held so many memories.
Your heart racing, your hands trembling as you held the threads close to their chest while you made your way into the cave.
Stillness following as you passed by mountains upon maintains of golden treasure, the sheen of the metal off the dim torchlight affecting even you, allowing you to feel the overwhelming decay and corruption clinging to the very being of the treasure.
Then, you came upon a sight that stole your breath and cracked the very heart of your core, tears of gold gathering in your eyes as you reached up to cover your mouth from the horrible stench clinging to the sight before you.
Because there, laying together at the center of the treasure, was the Dragon and the Rose you had crafted with such care.
A dagger sticking out of the chest of the now decayed form of the Dragon, his body curved protectively around the smaller form of the Rose, even in his death. Her body now transformed into vines of thorned roses that spread out around them, along the walls of the cave and across the treasure as if to protect others from touching it.
And there, in the far corner away from the cursed treasure and wrapped in the protective hold of their mother's vines, were the two deceased and skeletal bodies of their twin children.
The sight bringing you to your knees, a sob slipping past your lips as you reached out to your chosen children, as if in a silent apology for their suffering.
A silent apology for not being there sooner, for being too late, for not being there to help them when they truly needed it.
All while Chaos watched on unseen from the glint of the treasure, his heart sympathetic for your suffering, but not for the lives his chaos had taken.
For they were nothing more then a blimp in the universe, one you would surely forget with time once he was by your side.
Another glimpse of what could've been
Another dream, another way that it nevеr was
Falling back in the wilderness
Waking up, rubbing salt in thе cut
Oh, how long has it been?
I don't know
Despite what Chaos had thought, what he had hoped, you had not forgotten.
If anything, ever since the moment you lost the first of your chosen, you had become ever more diligent. Watching over the strings of your chosen children as if afraid they would disappear, afraid of something unnatural coming to take them away from the lives they were meant to live.
So, the moment you saw the string of the Sea begin to fray from where it was wrapped around the string of the Star (and the beginning of a light purple string that was just beginning to form between them) you leapt into action.
Dissipating from the void with the strings clutched to your chest and appearing within the city center of the Lemurian Kingdom they had made their own.
Only, by the time you had arrived, you were already to late.
Because time worked differently in the void, time could be anything it -anything he- wanted it to be.
So, by the time you appeared in the city, it was already left in ruin.
The beautiful buildings made from pearl and marble hidden far beneath the depths of the sea, bodies of Lemurians and Humans alike floating throughout the waters that were strained with blood and the scales of the Sea.
But, where was his Star?
Glancing around frantically, you let the last string still clinging to their soul guide you through the waters in the blink of an eye, your form appearing once more beneath the waves at the base of a large cliff face where you found the Star floating listlessly within the water, blood surrounding them and the life that had just began to form within their womb already gone from this world after the fall.
Your heart breaking, your hands trembling as you reached out to bring the Star into your arms, their eyes staring up at you with nothing behind them, as if they had already given up the moment their lover had left this world.
You could help them, could heal them if you so wished since their soul had not left their body yet... but you didn't.
Because you knew even if you did, they would have nothing to go on for, nothing tying them to this world that had already taken so much from them.
So, with a heavy heart and tears of gold dissipating into the waters around you both, you watched as the life left their eyes; their soul fading from this world and into the void beyond as the final string of life still clutched in your hand finally snapped.
All while you cried, holding the Star's now lifeless body close, grieving for the loss of another set of your children and apologizing for the life they would never get to live.
But it feels like an eternity
Since I had you here with me
Since I had to learn to be
Someone you don't know
You weren't sure how long it had been since you returned to the void you once called home, instead choosing to wander the world you had created aimlessly, the strings of your fallen children held tightly in your grasp as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into years.
The world around you changing in a way you had never predicted, greed, war, sickness, all of it spreading across the planet and leaching into it's very core and killing it slowly.
The very same core that made up your own soul.
Even so, all you could do was wander, your physical form growing weaker the more your creations destroyed the planet you had made for them. Nothing holding you here, nothing keeping you tethered to this world as you made your way back to where this all had started.
The cave, that ruined temple that had once been made into a home by a family long since passed, now standing before you. It's halls empty, the cursed treasure inside long gone, taken by a human king who ignored the blood staining its surface in order to sate his greed.
Here you stood where it all began, your body fading in and out of reality, trying to pull you back to the void to regain whatever strength you had left as you closed your eyes, ready to give into the temptation of the darkness beyond and return.
Only to pause as a small sound drew your attention.
Your eyes opening once more, glancing over to the front of the abandoned temple to find a little bundle of blankets laying before the ruble of the entrance.
Stepping forward, you face remained blank as you knelt down, moving the blankets aside to reveal a human baby with soft pink curls and chubby cheeks who was so small, sickly even, much smaller then human newborns are usually meant to be.
Was as she perhaps born prematurely?
The thought causing you to tilt your head, staring down at her for a moment before finally reaching out and brushing your finger against her cheek. The action drawing the babies attention as she opened her eyes to look up at you with those of soft gold, her hair and eyes the same shade as the little soul of the Dawn you had crafted so long ago.
Your breath hitching, your heart racing in a way it hadn't in a long time as you stared down at another one of your chosen children.
One left abandoned on the steps of a long forgotten temple, one too small and sickly and left to die before she was ever given the chance to live the life you had crafted for her. One filled with light and love and the warmth of memories long passed.
No, you would not let it come to that this time.
You would not lose another of your children to a plan you did not write for them, you would make sure this one would live a long and happy life.
Reaching out, you slowly brought the child into your arms, her breathing labored and her eyes fluttering as if she just wanted to sleep, though you would not let it come to that.
Your hands trembling as you summoned her soul, its glow faint, its form cracked; as if the child's weak body was unable to handle it before you began pushing any available energy you could into the shard, driving away the corruption that had began to take hold and bringing with it new life and energy to the fragile soul.
At least for the time being.
For while you could keep her here, heal the sickness that plagued her and keep her safe, you knew that her body would be unable to handle the power of the aether core shard within her for long.
Even so, you would give her the best life you could, one filled with joy, and warmth, and a love that even the universe could not comprehend.
To be with you in paradise
What I wouldn't sacrifice
Why'd you have to chase the light
Somewhere I can't go?
As I walk this world alone
Years had passed in the blink of an eye, years since you had taken in the child you had named Ophelia, and years since you had returned to the void.
Instead, you had made the ruins of the temple that had been the start of it all into a home of your own for you and the little one.
You had watched on as your daughter, because that is what she had truly become, grew up.
Her smiles and laughter bringing a joy to your existence that you had never experienced before. Even despite her weak frame, despite the sickness that plagued her, she retained so much kindness and love for the world around her.
A love you had always longed to see, now always reflected back at you in the eyes of your most precious daughter.
And that love you felt in your heart had only grown when the counter to your daughter, a little boy named Zayne with a soul crafted from the Dusk and hands infused with ice that had tried to take him too soon, stumbled into both of your lives.
A precious boy who, while not outwardly affectionate, loved your daughter more then anything and willingly devoted his life to caring for her.
Two little souls that you had truly come to view as your own.
While you had never forgotten your other chosen children, always keeping the threads of the ones you had lost close to your heart, you had come to accept their deaths and carry them in your memories.
Even now, as you ventured back from checking on the Sun and the Moon, their kingdom vast and healthy as you had once predicted and a little one of their own on the way, you couldn't help but smile as you pushed past the trees and into the clearing beyond that led to the Temple.
Only to stop, the smile falling from your lips as you stared up in shock at the Temple.
The Temple that was now shrouded in ice, frost clinging to the the walls and grass beyond, casting the clearing in a bone deep chill that sunk into even your celestial body.
Ice that could have only come from one thing.
Quickly, you ran, as fast as your feet could carry you towards the clearing shrouded in jasmines, one that held so many memories for you and your children.
The clearing where Ophelia had taken her first steps, where she and Zayne had shared their first dance, where they both had gotten married while you watched on with the love and pride of a parent for her children.
The clearing now shrouded in ice and snow, the jasmines frozen in place with frost and blood clinging to their petals, and at the center of it all, kneeling in the snow covered ground...
Were Zayne and Ophelia.
Ophelia, with a gaping hole in her chest where her protocore shard once resided, who's smile was forever engraved upon her frozen face, her eyes closed, her hand cupping Zayne's cheek and held their by the man himself.
And Zayne, who held her close even in death, his body completely frozen from his evol overtaking him at the lose of his wife. His body hunched over her form, holding her close, as if to provide one last bit of warmth to her even while the life left his body.
The sight alone bringing you to your knees, your hands trembling where they gripped the frost covered ground, your eyes never once leaving the frozen bodies of the two children you had raised despite the way your heart screamed in anguish for them, as tears of gold rolled down your cheeks.
Your sobs echoing through the clearing as you stared on, memories of the bodies of your other chosen children flashing through your mind, of the lives they never got the chance to live, the lives that were taken from them far before their time.
Your anguish turning to a blinding rage, tears of gold pooling beneath you on the ground and sinking into the earth below, before you let out your anger in a blinding scream.
The sound echoing through the forest and across the planets surface, beyond the kingdom of Philos where Xavier returned with a bloody protocore clutched in his hands, and to the far reaches of space where Chaos lay in wait as the last part of his plan came to fruition.
It's an endless night, it's a starless sky
It's a hell that I call home
It's a long goodbye on the other side
Of the only life I know
Silence greets you as you stand atop the hill beyond the Kingdom of Philos, the deceased form of their Queen held in the arms of their King who knelt at your feet, the bodies of their people scattered across the once beautiful meadow as you stared down at the man with a blank expression.
Despite the care you had put into craft his soul, you couldn't find it in yourself to feel sympathy for him, for the man who had stolen your daughters chance at a future all for his own selfish desires.
Desires that you still did not understand.
Slowly, you reached out, your hands cupping his cheek harshly, the last of your gentleness dying alongside your daughter as you stared into his sapphire eyes that returned your gaze with an almost lifeless haze.
A single question blazing through your mind as you ignored the carnage around you both.
"Why?"
You whispered, your words echoing off the land in an unnatural way that only a celestial being such as yourself ever could.
Even so, despite your words and the pain your grip likely inflicted, Xavier did not answer. His eyes remained cold and lifeless as he stared up at you, as if his very reason for living had been taken away from him.
Because it had.
Only, it wasn't taken away by you, at least not by your design.
They were meant to live a long and happy life together, their kingdom was meant to flourish under their rule and they were both meant to die of old age together where their souls would return to you in the void.
It's why you couldn't understand why he would do something like this, what would make him rip the shard from your daughters chest when there was no reason for it at all.
Only, there was a reason, just not one you had given him.
A memory flashing through his mind and echoing into your own, of him placing kisses upon his wife's body, smothering her in love before a being claiming to be Fate overtook her mind. Whispering words of her death into his ear, planting fear and desperation into his mind, and foretelling of his kingdom having to sacrifice his wife in order to heal their planet.
A prophesy that you had never made.
You eyes wide, your hands trembling where they loosened their hold on Xavier's face, tears gathering on your lashes as you stared down at him with heartache and sympathy once more.
Because despite what he had done, what he had taken from you, he had only been doing what he thought was right in order to save his wife, all because of the whispering of a being you had not foreseen.
No, it wasn't his fault, it was yours.
Yours for not seeing the signs sooner, for not putting a stop to whoever this being was that led to the death of your children.
The last of the fight leaving you as you pressed your forehead against Xavier's, his tears finally falling as he closed his eyes and gave into your embrace, his body disappearing into specks of light alongside his wife as their souls moved onto the void.
Which you would follow, the threads of your children held tightly to your chest as you returned to the void once more, determined to make things right.
And it feels like an eternity
Since I had you here with me
Since I had to learn to be
Someone you don't know
You'd forgot how comforting the weightlessness of the void once was as you appeared in your little corner of the universe, the darkness holding you close, welcoming you home as one would a long lost lover as you glanced around at the strings of fate.
Where there had once been hundreds upon thousands, unique to each soul residing on Philos, now only few remained.
The wars, the sickness, the suffering of man slowly poisoning the planet you had made and killing off each of your creations until there was nothing that could be done.
You could feel it, the tremble in your body, in the way your chest ached with a deep pain as your soul residing within the planets core slowly began to die.
While you could never die, not truly at least, you knew that once the last of your energy was gone, you would return to the void without a physical body and without any memories of the millennium you had exisited, unable to do anything to help your creations.
And you couldn't have that.
Glancing down to the frayed strings of your chosen children in your hands, determination returned to you as you gripped them tight before turning to the little planet beyond.
Taking a deep breath, you reached out your hand, your fingers trembling as you brushed against the planets surface and called your soul forward. The last of the life upon the planets surface fading away as your soul, one formed from the heart of a dying star and ignited once more, overtook the planet you had made.
The last of the threads surrounding you now dissipating into the void as you held your little planet, your soul, in your hand. Tears of gold dripping down your cheeks and landing on the cracked and broken surface as you took a moment to mourn for the lives that should have been and would never be.
Before finally turning back to the strings of your chosen children, the ones you had held onto all these years, refusing to allow them to disappear into nothingness.
However, before you could begin your plan, a voice snapped you from your state.
"After all this time, to see you in such a state is truly a blessing all its own."
The sudden voice, spoken from behind you caused you to jump out of your skin, fear gripping at your chest as you quickly turned around.
No one else was supposed to be here, the void had always been just yours, always providing silent comfort and a listening ear ever since your existence began.
Now, where there was once empty darkness filled with distance stars, was a man; at least what appeared to be a man, for he was unlike any man you had ever created.
Tall, taller then even your celestial form, with long brown hair that faded into the galaxy itself, lightly tanned skin with soft freckles made from the stars scattered around you both, and eyes that matched the void of space in a way that took your breath away.
Your heart racing as the man moved towards you, your hands trembling where they held your soul and the strings of your children close as the man gave you an almost sheepish smile.
"Forgive me, my lady, I didn't mean to scare you. I guess I was just a bit too excited to finally meet you face to face after all this time."
The man says, his voice familiar in a way you couldn't place as his words confused you even further.
"You... know me?"
You ask, your voice soft in the silence of the void yet filled with suspicion as you moved back before the mans eyes widened as he seemed to remember something.
A sudden flush of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks as he waved his hands around frantically, trying to dispel any fear or anger you might feel in his presence.
"Ah! Of course you wouldn't know me, this is our first actually meeting after all! You must be so confused, how rude of me."
He flounders, his eyes wide and his cheeks a soft shade of pink as he stared at you in both awe and nervous reverence before finally stepping towards you.
The void itself bending to give him structure with each step as he reached out to very gently take your hands into his own, your soul and the string of your children floating beside you as he slowly knelt before you, despite the void having no surface to do so.
"Allow me to formally introduce myself; I am Chaos, the god of gravity and time itself, I am the void at which resides at the beginning and end of all things."
He begins, his words stealing your breath, your heart racing as he brought your hands up to his lips to press a gentle kiss against the back of your knuckles.
The look in his eyes worshipping in a way you had never seen before, even from your own creations, eyes that spoke of longing and devotion beyond time itself.
"It took me so long to gather the strength to finally appear before you, your little creations were quite difficult to work with, but at least they were good for one thing."
He says, his smile playful, the tilt to his head boyish in a way, as if trying to portray a picture of innocents despite his words that made your heart drop.
"Please, allow me to finally say this after all these millennium... I am so grateful to finally get the chance to meet you face to face, my star born goddess."
He whispers, his tone filled with reverence and an obsession you had only ever seen from your children who were affected by that horrid corruption.
The thought causing you to freeze, the shock of the situation, of meeting this being who had been by your side since your creation without you ever knowing it, fading away as everything clicked into place.
"You."
You whisper, unable to hide the shock and slight tremble to your words as you stared down at the man before you.
Only, he wasn't just a man, was he?
No, he was far more then that.
He was the void in which you had known all your existence, your one comfort through the vast loneliness of endless space, your counter in all things that made up this universe that you had called your own. Destruction where you were creations, death where you led to life, the unknown outweighing knowledge.
And the only other being capable of manipulating your creations and the course of the story you had written for them to fit his own needs.
A sound like static echoing behind your ears as you stared down at his kneeling form, that boyish smile on his face speaking as if everything he had worked for had finally been worth it.
The corruption that had slowly spread throughout the world you had crafted, into the very souls of the creations you made with such care; the whispered words of a being claiming to be you into the ear of a man who would do anything to protect his wife and future child, all of it becoming clear to you.
The death, the sickness, the stolen lives of your creations that went against your design; all the years of pain and tears you had shed in guilt over the suffering of your children.
You weren't to blame.
He was.
"Yơ̵̲͌̋̂̚͜͝ṷ̶̘̆̚"
You begin again, that rage that had simmered in your core and been fueled with each death returning with a vengeance as you reached out and suddenly grabbed him by the face with both hands.
The sudden action surprising him as you dug your nails into the skin of his face, drawing golden blood the same shade as that cursed treasure, the one that had started this all and taken them away from you.
"You did t̵̨̩̦̞̻͈̟̘̲̓ͅh̷̢̄̐̏̎̐̑̓i̶̢͕̖͗̓͜͜͝͝s̵̡̥͓̭͎̬̰͈͊́̃͒̍͌.̵̙̺̈́͑͗̓͗͜"
You whisper, your voice distorted, swallowed up by the deafening silence of the void.
You hair floating around you both, your physical form distorting in a way it never had before, as if the very fabric of reality tethering you to this universe was unraveling.
All while Chaos stared up at you, his eyes wide with confusion and concern for you as tears gathered on your lashes, ignoring the pain lacing through his body as your trembling fingers dug into the skin of his flesh.
"Y̷̡͖̩̖͔͎̺͓͋̿͒̕o̵̡̡̮͉̮̞̭͔̞͈̯̞̺͆͆̽͜ͅǔ̶͚̣̂̎̀͆͘ destroyed all that I had ẁ̷̱̬͍͈̪͓̤͓̥̼̉̀̈́͐̎ͅo̷̺̠̖̯̭͑̓͑̈́͆̎̑̎̃̀̿͐̔͌r̴͉͒͐k̸̛̠̪͖͖̖̗̿͐̔̈́͘͝e̴̢̧̱̦̳̯̮͆̄̐̍d̸̢͍̟̩̟̄́̄̃͘ for, just so you could form a b̴̡̨̛̙̭͖̼̞̰̃͋͛̔͐͊̒̿̓̊͘͘͜͝ͅơ̸̢͍̘̻͎̦̣̼̜̎͂͆̀́̈̑͒ͅḍ̷̛̱̦̩͈͈̞̲͍́͒̒͗̊ÿ̵̡̢̢̛̛͔͈̩̺̺̠̠̬͓́̉̈́͂̎̒͋͐͑̑̐͜?"
You question, your voice echoing through the void as the planets around you both began to circle within your combined gravity.
"You took my children from me, A̴̡̮̮̦̮̥͖̱͖̖̓̏̌̊͐̈͛͘L̷̨͈̦͈̋̽̆̆̾̏̊̎̓́͘L̶̡͎̠͈̣̬̣̆̀ ̸̡̞͇̩̝̩̀̋͜͠Ḅ̸̬̓̐̈́͒̑̑̏̍̈̆̌̚Ë̷̛̱́͋̾̀͛̈́̌̓̚ͅC̶̹̲͈̗̰͈̥͚͎͙̋̑̓̓́À̷̢̻͈͔͍͙͆̓͜U̴̳̩̤̼͒̎͂̏͆̈̓͜S̷̙̟̑̈́̑E̶̲͉̊̇̓̊͆̓̓̓͛̀͝ ̶̠͑̃̆͐̅Y̸̻̫͚̖͎̩̲̍̈́̐̈́O̸̧͇̥̫͆̀̅̀͐U̴̹̺͒͆͛͆̑̄͝͝ ̶̮͚̭̟̤̺̫̞̮̯̣̙͌̿̈́̒̌̚T̸̠͚̰̤͒́H̶͙͔̭͂̊̔̆̕ͅO̸͍͈͚̽̅̽̈́̉̈́̑̔̆͌͊͜͝U̷̠̹̫͂̏̉̈́̐̂͊̅̃͝G̸̙͌̇̓̅̈́̍͒͆̂̄H̶̨̻̠͉̫͓̋̉̾̚T̷̙͚͍͙̫͇̭͚͛͂̀́͛̉͜ ̴̙̪͕͍̰̱͛̂̈́̑̓́̑̅͠O̶̖̫̼͛͐͒͐̋̋̀̂͆̾͒͝F̸̨̙̗̗̞̠͉̃͋͆̐̎͑͐̕̚͜ ̸̢̗̻̫͖̮̳̼͗͗̎͛̃̌̐̕T̶̢̨̡͇̠̥̟͇̣͖̩̠͋͒H̵̦̪̻͈̪͍̜̩̹͓̥͌E̴͔͉̽́̇͐̾͒͘Ṁ̵̧̫͇̱̘̗̼̟̾͝ ̶̡̦̗͇̹̘̉̎̈͐͜͠A̷̺͕̫̩͉̩̭̋̾͑́͋̚͠͠͝Ş̶͎̠̱̬͓̲̥̲̄ ̷̣̮͈̬͚̯͓̪̀̾́̀̓̾̓̒̌̕͘͜͝W̷̛̳̱̬͈͍͊̓̎̿̔̌̿͝Ȏ̵̦̬͙͎̘͔̫͊͜R̷̨̰̠̦͑̄̆͋͋̾̽T̴̜̱̼͖̪̖͚͓́̔́́̇̆̽̓̓̊̈͝H̸̡̨͚̥̼̥̣͇̤̝͚̄͋͑̓̉̃̿̕̚͝L̸̬̯̳̗͔̝̤̾̿͂̿̈́E̴̫̝̯̖̻͓̼̞̖͎̻͂̃͛Ş̷̡̖̻̥̞͊̒̈́͋̈́͆S̸̛̝̪̘̫̔́͊͋̑͘͘͝͠!̵̥̟̖̈́͑̀͂̐̎̿̊̈́͆͒͘?̶̫̥̺̪̙̞́̂̅͗͒̎̊̚"
You scream, the sound shooting pain through his ears and causing him to wince as he stared up at you in shock, watching as tears of gold roll down you cheeks, dripping off your chin and falling onto his face.
Your words, spoken with such rage and betrayal, broke something in him as he stared up at you.
The sight of not only the unending rage behind your eyes, but the deep seated anguish and heartbreak that he had caused, stealing his breath and forcing tears of his own forward.
He hadn't meant to hurt you, really he hadn't.
He had seen the way you cared for your creations, the pride you took in their accomplishments and the joy you felt at their happiness. He could see how attached you grew to each one of them, and while he was happy for your joy, he also knew it would eventually lead to heartache.
Nothing you made, no matter how much of your soul you put into it, would last as long as the two of you. They would fade, would die, would disappear into the void in which they came and leave you alone once more.
It's why he had worked so hard to gain a body, so that you would never have to feel that crushing loneliness ever again and so that he could remain by your side, no matter what or who it took.
But, sitting here now, with the universe around you both crumbling away and your tears staining his cheeks, Chaos couldn't help but realize how wrong he had truly been.
Your creations, while fleeting, had provided you happiness when he could not.
Had been there for you when loneliness overtaken the safety of the void.
You had put your heart and soul into each soul you crafted, had even taken time that would have been nothing more then a blink in your existence to raise a little girl and act as her mother.
The point wasn't that you didn't know your creations, your children as you had called them, wouldn't last... it was the fact that you did know that, had always known that, and still chose to love them in the little time you had with them.
And he had not only taken that away from you, but corrupted it in a way you would never be able to forget, every action he took showing that in his selfishness to have you by his side, he never truly considered what you wanted.
And now he had hurt you, had destroyed the universe you had crafted, all due to some selfish desire to have you to himself.
The thought breaking his heart as he leaned into your touch, ignoring the pain your nails digging through his flesh brought as he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you into his arms.
"I'm sorry..."
He whispers, desperation and guilt evidence behind his voice as he nuzzled his face against your stomach, the sudden action causing you to pause in your rage to look at him in confusion.
"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you."
He says, his words pushing a sob past your lips as you finally let go of his face, his blood mixing with your tears as you hid your face in his hair.
The cracks in your soul growing as reality around you both began to shift, his eyes closing as he held you close, knowing their was nothing he could do as your form began to shatter.
The universe around you both being pulled in by the gravity of your soul before it, along with your physical body, exploded in a familiar display, a supernova crashing through the universe and remaking the very foundation of the void as Chaos went with you.
Promising that in the next life, he would do things right.
To be with you in paradise
What I wouldn't sacrifice
Why'd you have to chase the light
Somewhere I can't go?
As I walk this world alone
Caleb didn't remember a time he wasn't under EVER's care, his whole life filled with clinical hands; cold eyes filled with pity, resentment, disgust, and the searing pain of his own Evol trying to tear him apart everyday.
His life filled with dull gray walls and the constant buzzing lights of the facility.
Until the day you arrived.
You were so small, a couple years younger then he was, your body malnourished and dressed in the same patient's uniform as him, your hair a tangled mess as they shoved you into his room.
Even so, despite the woman standing behind you with a look of pity and guilt upon her face as she held the back of your neck like a dog, his eyes were entirely focused on you.
Something in his heart that had become numb to this life now aching at the look in your eyes, the same look of emotional numbness that he saw everyday in the reflection of the windows, the look that said you had given up on life with no reason to go on.
A look that shouldn't have been on a child so young.
"X-02, this is A-01, they are the newest patient being admitted. They will be sharing this room with you, meaning they are your responsibility to look after."
The woman said, older in age with graying hair and cold eyes that tried to seem soft.
"Explain the rules to them."
She says, her words final, holding no room for argument as she gently but firmly pushed you into the room.
Your bare feet scuffing against the cold concreate and your face blank as she shut the door behind you with a resounding slam, leaving you both in silence in the dimly lit room with only the buzzing of the overhead light filling the space.
Slowly, like approaching a frightened animal, Caleb climbed out of his bed, moving towards you with deliberate movements as he stared down at you with a blank expression of his own.
"Hello."
He says, the one word breaking the silence between you and seeming to bring you out of your thoughts, your lifeless eyes finally looking away from the floor to meet his gaze as he stood in front of you.
The silence stretching for a few seconds too long, making him doubt himself for just a moment before your voice finally spoke up.
"Hi."
Such a simple two letter word, spoken from a voice so small, so broken, as you stared up with a tilt of your head.
"You are my reasonability now, which means it's my job to make sure you don't get us in trouble. Your bed is over there, mine is right here. Just listen to the doctors during testing, do your best, and you should be fine."
He says bluntly, the same rehearsed line he had been forced to say for years now as he turns away from you, ready to climb back into his own bed and forget about everything around him.
However, a slight tug on the back of his shirt made him to pause, glancing over his shoulder to find you gripping the back of his shirt in your tiny hand, your fingers scarred and littered with cuts as you stared up at him with that same blank look in your eyes.
"But... what's your name?"
You ask quietly, the question making him freeze, glancing between your hand holding his shirt and your lifeless eyes as he tried to figure out how to proceed.
"X-02."
He says firmly, waiting for you to release him so he could crawl under his sheet and forget about you.
Only, you didn't, your little hand still gripping his shirt as your face scrunched up in confusion.
"But that's just numbers, that's not a name."
You say, your words causing him to flinch despite himself as he watched you grow more curious.
"What's your real name?"
Silence follows your question, so innocent, just wanting to know the person who is meant to be responsible for you. The person who will be sharing the pains of the future with you through everything, despite you not being aware of what is to come.
The hope that shines in your lifeless eyes making something in Caleb's heart ache, that emotionless void he had build around himself slowly crumbling bit by bit the longer he stared at you.
"... Caleb, my name is Caleb."
He finally says, his voice no more then a whisper between you both.
Still, it was enough, the one word causing your eyes to widen, a spark seeming to return to the lifeless void of your gaze as you stared up at him. His heart racing as he watched a tiny smile pull at the corner of your lips before morphing into the more beautiful thing he had ever seen within these bleak gray walls.
A smile, brighter then any star in the galaxy, filled with so much hope and joy at simply knowing his name.
"Caleb."
You repeat softly, spoken so innocently, with such reverence, with no fear... that Caleb couldn't help the tears that gathered in his eyes, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to hold onto the walls around his heart despite the way they crumbled.
No one had ever called his name that gently before, like it was something precious to be cradled and cared for, to be cherished.
His heart reaching out and letting you in despite himself, something clicking into place as he accepts you as not only his responsibility, but someone he wants to love and protect.
A breathless laugh slipping past his lips, a small smile spreading across his lips as he agreed, calling himself your Caleb.
Years passing with you both side by side, laughter shared between you both in secret despite the dull gray walls, your chatter drowning out the constant buzzing of the lights and the flashes of memories from a time since passed.
The small moment's warming his heart in a way he would always treasure, your curiosity when learning about his Evol, the way you would drool on his chest when you had a nightmare and he would let you sleep in his bed, your happy smile as he danced with you around the room of your shared cell on the days the doctors would play music in the room next door.
All memories shared between you and Caleb.
Your Caleb.
Something he would repeat over and over and over again, each time he was forced to watch through that window as they used you, tortured you, killed you.
Over and over and over again.
Your memories fading each time you woke from death, never once remembering who he was or who you were, no matter how many times he introduced himself as your Caleb like it was the first time.
The Circus of Horrors comes to town, the screams and laughter of the people drawing in those from far and wide. Including a young woman who works at a local diner, her love for the macabre and theatre alike pushing her forward as she takes her firsts steps into the circus that would change her life forever.
The Circus of Horrors comes to town, the screams and laughter of the people drawing in those from far and wide. Including a young woman who works at a local diner, her love for the macabre and theatre alike pushing her forward as she takes her firsts steps into the circus that would change her life forever.
i noticed you wrote ophelia's brother in the new fic. does she always had a brother or am i tripping 😭😭😭
No, no, you're not going crazy!
This blog was created to help me get my story ideas out there, even if they aren't completely finished, and allows me to go back and edit things as the stories and characters become more fleshed out in my mind.
This was one of the changes I made in order to help the overall story of "Drifting Through Deepspace" flow better!
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Changes:
Aileen and Ophelia will be taking the place of the original MC in different aspects throughout the story.
Ophelia will be taking the place of the original MC as Caleb's adopted younger sister and Zayne's childhood friend, she will also be taking on her protocore syndrome and acting as Xavier's neighbor
While Aileen will taking the MC's place as a hunter with resonation abilities, but will act as an information leak between the Association and the N109 Zone due to her affiliation with Sylus and the Twins, as well as being the adopted younger sister of Evelyn
This change links the characters together in a way that is more cohesive and gets rid of Macie (the former original MC) as a character that was not needed (and Nova is just there being an absolute menace)
I hope this all makes sense... my brain is chaos...
CW: daughter of god!reader, master of fate!zayne, oracle!reader, fluff, romance, first meeting, sick reader, childhood friends to lovers, fated lovers trope, angst, character death, reincarnation, world building, inspired by the song A Thousand Years (by John Michael Howell)
A/N: In the Drifting Through Deepspace Universe, Zayne's Master of Fate timeline takes place after Sylus' Abysm Sovereign Myth and Rafayel's Lemurian Sea God Myth but during the same time period as Xavier's Darknight Myth
Masterlist
I was a kid looking for love, full of hope inside
But time was never kind to me, my heart grew cold as ice
All out of luck, thought I was stuck, alone for all my life
But I was proven wrong the moment I looked in your eyes
Frost clung to Zayne's frozen fingers as he walked through the forest, his body numb from the cold as the snow crunch beneath his feet with each step he took.
Snowflakes clung to his lashed as he pushed himself onward, staring out at the land around him with a blank expression, the emotions he thought he would feel in this moment nowhere to be found as he took one step in front of the other.
His parents were dead.
It wasn't a sudden thing, they had been sick for as long as Zayne could remember, so he knew this had been coming for a very long time.
Still, there was once a time long ago before the kingdom fell to the madness of their king, when his parents were healthy and alive. A time they would take a younger vision of himself outside in the winter to play in the snow or show him the beauty of the spring flowers in bloom when the ice faded away.
Then the sickness had taken them, slowly stealing away the light in their eyes, draining them of their energy and taking their minds as payment before they finally died after so many years of suffering.
Now, with them gone, there was nothing left for him here. Nothing but a cold and empty home, filled with dust and the scent of death clinging to its foundation.
So, he walked.
He walked until the sun beyond the trees began to set, until the air around him turned biting with it's chill, until the wind nipped at his limbs and stole the last of his warmth.
The cold seeping into his body in a way he loathed as he collapsed to the snow covered ground, his body trembling despite the numbness holding him in it's embrace. His eyes growing heavy, the frost spreading onto his fingertips and his breathing growing labored as he began to fall asleep.
Wanting desperately to close his eyes and give into the cold's embrace; for there was nothing left tying him to this life.
That is, until a gentle warmth caressed his cheek, like a parent would to comfort a child, causing him to slowly open his eyes.
There, kneeling beside him on the snow covered ground, was a woman bathed in celestial golden light. Her hair like starlight, floating through the air as if gravity itself could not touch it, contrasting against the black void of her skin much like the night sky itself.
Her smile soft and her eyes, like molten gold devoid of pupils to contrast the space, filled with sympathy and a mothers love as she ran her fingers through the dark strands of his hair.
"My child, you have suffered so much with so little in return."
The woman says, her voice echoing in a way that was not natural as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
"The years of pain have hardened you... yet you cared for your parents with such a selfless love, even knowing they would die... your life does not deserve to end here."
She says, her voice gentle despite Zayne having never met her before.
Yet, the motherly love in her eyes spoke of how deeply she cared for him, her words spoken as if she had know him his whole life. Tears clinging to Zayne's lashes, freezing along his cheeks from the cold beneath his skin despite the way the woman's touch seemed to chase away the chill in his veins.
His eyes growing heavy as the darkness began to take him, the last thing he saw being the woman's soft smile, before he gave into the darkness as the woman's final words whispered through his mind.
"I can only hope that you are willing to share that selfless love one last time."
It's true, until I'm in the grave
Darling, I'll love you
For a thousand years, dear
Time is nothing when I'm here with you
Zayne couldn't stop his hands from trembling as he followed the woman down a long, twisting hallway; the sound of his own steps echoing off the walls of gold and stone around him.
Upon first waking up, Zayne had been confused and nervous, finding himself in a strangers bed in an unfamiliar place. His fear only growing as the woman from before appeared from thin air in the middle of the room, causing him to tumble off the bed and grab the nearest object to try and defend himself.
A iron fire poker gripped tightly in his hands that were still so cold as the woman stared at him with a soft smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief, as if his sudden actions were of no threat to her at all and she only found them amusing.
The woman had introduced herself as Astra, the God of Fate.
She had explained that in order to save him, she had to merge the frost that had taken hold of his body into his veins, the process giving him the ability to produce ice but requiring skilled control over his emotions in order to keep the ice from taking over his body once more.
When he had asked what she wanted in return for saving him, she had merely smiled and motioned him to follow her.
So, here he was, following behind this... god? Goddess? He wasn't quite sure, as she led him down a winding corridor towards a door at the end of the hall. His hands shaking as he prepared himself for whatever torture or horrific view laid behind the door as the woman slowly pushed the door open.
Allowing warm sunlight to spread out into the hall, blinding Zayne for a moment with it's golden glow and chasing away the chill lingering on his cheeks.
"Darling."
The woman called into the room, her voice soft, kind; like a mother speaking to her child as Zayne's vision slowly began to clear.
The sight before him causing his breath to hitch and chasing away the last of the cold in his veins as his eyes met those of molten honey on a warm summers day.
There across the room sitting on a bed near a window, was you.
A young girl about his age, maybe a bit younger, with messy hair and your skin a sickly shade as you covered your mouth to cough softly.
Despite this, Zayne couldn't help the way his heart raced as he stared into your eyes, like that of warm sunlight shining against melted gold, filled with such innocence and curiosity.
She was beautiful.
"Zayne, this is my most precious daughter, Ȏ̵̡̲̀͘ṗ̵̯͈̙̅̾̽h̵̖̀̽̈́͝ͅe̴͕̲͓͙̩̙̔̀͋̍̅̏̈́l̶̢͙̪͉̈́̐̀̓̀̋̓̇͒ì̶̮͗̒̂͌̊̀͘ͅą̸̳͇͚̭̘̼̝̪̈."
Astra began, her words gentle, filled with soft amusement as she watched the two young teens stare at each other in awe.
"Darling, this is Zayne, he will be helping to take care of you from now on."
She finished, watching the way you perked up, a bright smile spreading across your lips as you stared at Zayne with renewed excitement and hope.
The sight causing Zayne to blush, frost unintentionally spreading across the floor and causing him to slip, falling to the floor with a soft thud and causing you to gasp.
A moment of silence following before Astra began to laugh, the sound filled with amusement and soft affection as it echoed throughout the room while she stared down at the blushing boy with a smile.
"Haha, I'm sure you both will get along quite well."
All my fears, tears, those memories, they disappear with you
Till I turn into dust, I'll carry this love, my dear
For a thousand years
The sound of thunder shook the sky as lightning flashed in the distance, the smell of rain wafting through the air foretelling of the coming storm.
Even so, it was quiet behind the stone walls of the castle in a way that was almost unnatural, the hairs on the back of Zayne's neck standing on end as he stared out of the window at the world far beyond the forest to the sea in the distance that crashed against the cliff's edge as if in both anger and sorrow.
As if it too had lost something most previous that could never be replaced.
The thought causing his eye to twitch, his hand unconsciously gripping the windows edge as he stared listlessly out to the distance, the image of a woman standing atop a cliffs edge flashing through his mind for a moment before he was pulled from his reverie by a soft sound breaking the silence of the castle.
A distant cough, wet and filled with pain.
Turning away from the window, unaware of the frost now clinging to the glass, Zayne made his way down the hall towards the source of the noise.
The distant storm outside drowning out his approach as he came to a familiar door at the end of the hall left slightly ajar, the coughing growing louder with each step he took before he finally paused.
Leaning forward, Zayne held his breath as he peeked inside.
There you were, laying in bed asleep, your hair laying in messy ringlets past your shoulders, your eyes closed as your chest rose and fell slowly with each breath you took.
Carefully, so as not to wake you, Zayne slipped into the room and shut the door behind him with a barely audible click before walking closer to get a better look at you in the dim light of the fireplace nearby.
From this close, anyone could tell you were sick.
Your skin pale as a sheet, the harsh flush to your cheeks contrasting against the dark bags clinging to the skin beneath your eyes. Your brows furrowed, as if even in sleep you couldn't escape the pain of fever, as sweat clung to your brow. The sound of your labored breathing echoing between you both as your hands seemed to grip at the sheets in a desperate attempt to hold on even while you slept.
Glancing to the side, Zayne noticed a bowl of water laying on the nightstand next to your bed, a rag thrown haphazardly on the floor nearby as if the person who brought it had merely tossed it inside before leaving.
Irritation gripping at Zayne's mind at the subtle disrespect shown to you by the Temple staff. Anyone could see that you could barely even open your eyes, let alone lift your hand to place a rag on your own forehead.
What kind of cruel person would just leave you here to fend for yourself when you clearly couldn’t?
With a sigh, Zayne stepped forward and picked up the rag, making sure it wasn't dirty before dipping it into the bowl of water and ringing it out to place it against your forehead.
Only then did your eyes open.
Sleep still clouding your mind as you glanced up to Zayne in confusion, the flush upon your cheeks and the dark circles beneath your eyes doing nothing to stop Zayne's heart from racing as your gaze met.
Even like this, broken and sickly, you were still so beautiful.
"Zayne?"
You mumble softly.
“What’re you doing?”
You begin asking, only to collapse into a coughing fit, your voice rough from disuse as you curled into yourself to try and quell the pain in your chest.
“What does it look like I'm doing? I’m cooling you down before you melt to death.”
Zayne replied, taking the rag and turning away to dip it back into the water, ringing it out once more before gently placing it back onto your forehead.
Watching the way you smiled at his words despite your obvious pain.
"You don't have to do such a thing, Zayne."
She says sincerely, your words only irritating Zayne as he glared at you as if to say you were crazy.
"And how else are you expecting to break this fever, by laying here until you wither away?"
He questions bluntly, his response only causing the girl to chuckle.
She had known him long enough to not feel hurt by his crude way of speaking. He never truly meant harm by his words, he just saw no point in lying to others, which she appreciated. It was just his way of showing he was worried, which he would never admit of course.
"There is no point in taking care of me when I will just end up sick again."
She says honestly, smiling despite your words.
“Don’t say that.”
Zayne hissed, glaring at you with an intensity you hadn't seen before.
"Whoever made you think that is a fool who doesn't do anything for this world. Even if you need extra help sometimes, you still deserve to be loved and cared for."
He says, his words filled with righteous anger; not at you, never at you, but at the people would would make anyone feel such a way about themselves.
Like their very existence was a burden.
“I don’t do anything either.”
You say quietly in response, causing Zayne's glare to soften.
Silence settling between you as Zayne took in the subtle furrow of your brow, the forced edge to your smile and the tears that clung to the corner of your eyes.
The knowledge that you weren't worth being taken care of hurting you more than anyone would know.
You couldn't remember a time you weren't sick.
Your Goddess, the one you has always called your Mother, found you abandoned outside the Temple steps when you were born, barely clinging to life. Your body too small from being born too soon, your lungs not strong enough, your heart not fully formed in order to keep you alive.
A truly pitiful sight you had been.
It was only by the sympathy and diligent care of your mother that you survived, with her even sharing a shard of her own soul to help keep you alive, raising you and caring for you as her most previous daughter.
Loving you deeply and purely, even when you both knew you were on barrowed time, your life fleeting in a way others would never understand.
Even so, your mother could not always be here to take care of you, she was the Goddess of Fate after all and had responsibilities outside of the Temple that kept her away. Many people coming and going from the Temple, promising to care for you in your mothers stead only to give up when they realized how much work it took to care for you.
Because you would never be normal, you would never live without pain, never grow old and watch the world change, and that alone hurt more then their whispered words of pity and regret.
And then Zayne came along.
The feeling of his fingers, cold to the touch, sliding between your own bringing you out of your thoughts as you glanced up to him in surprise. Not noticing the tears that had begun to stream down your cheeks as you took in the calm but caring look on Zayne's face.
His gaze filled with sincerity as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
"You do far more then anyone gives you credit for... even yourself."
He whispers, holding your gaze as he watched your bottom lip begin to tremble, his words both breaking and healing something in your heart as a small sob echoed between you.
"Zayne... can you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
You request quietly, staring up at him with a hope that had not been there before, allowing Zayne to let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
His mouth quirking up in soft amusement and affection as his gripped on your hand tightened.
"Alright, but only because you asked."
He says, climbing up onto the bed to sit beside you, your hands never once letting go of each other as you turned towards him.
Snuggling into his side as he watched you, a soft, barely noticeable smile upon his lips as he remained by your side.
"Thank you, Zayne."
You say, your voice no more then a whisper as you slowly closed your eyes.
The smile never leaving your lips as you slowly drifted off to sleep, the room once again falling into silence as the sound of rain and thunder continued to rage outside.
However, instead of a quiet loneliness, the silence was filled with your deep breaths as you slept and the warmth of your hand as it never left Zayne's protective hold.
Saw very soon, something will bloom, like a lotus flower
The bluest Moon will soon be Sun and turn to golden hour
Hours and days, lost in your gaze, losing track of time
Learning how to slow it down, appreciate our lives
The scent of frost melting in the early spring was one of Zayne's favorite scents, the light of the warm afternoon sun shining off the dew covered grass and fresh leaves of the trees surrounding the castle chasing away the constant chill in his veins as he took a deep breath.
Savoring the warmth he has never had a reason to hold so close, until now.
"Zayne!"
You called, your voice dragging him from his mind and causing him to smile as he glanced away from the view of the forest beyond.
There you were, standing atop the steps of the Temple in all your beauty, that bright smile upon your lips warming his chest in a way the sunlight never could as he stepped forward to take your hand into his.
Slowly, making sure you didn't stumble or fall on your way down the steps, he lead you away.
Your eyes shining with such awe at the beauty around you as you ventured beyond the walls of the Temple, eagerly tugging Zayne along despite the way he fretted over you, scolding you to make sure you didn't stumble.
Your laughter and the way your fingers remained linked with his, never once letting go, forcing a smile of his across his lips you both ventured into the garden's beyond the tree line. Sunlight bouncing off flowers of every shape and color as you both ran through the grass, twirling and giggling only for you both to tumble to the ground.
Falling side by side in the center of the clearing, the blades of grass kissing your cheeks as you both laughed to your hearts content.
A moment passing as you both caught your breaths, fingers still linked together as you both finally looked at each other, taking in the way the sun danced across your cheeks.
"I love it when you smile."
You mutter honestly, causing his eyes to widen, a surprised chuckle slipping from his lips as he sat up.
"Where did that come from?"
Zayne asks, staring down at you with soft affection.
"It's just that I don't see it often, your smile."
You continue, your words causing him to pause, his smile faltering for a moment before it returned with a bit of sadness beneath the surface.
"Well, there is not much to smile about... Aside from you, of course."
Zayne mutters, glancing away to hide the way his smile fell.
A moment of silence passing between you both as the honesty behind his words settled in. The only sound being the wind blowing gently through the trees nearby as you stared up at him, taking in the way his hand tenses within your own as the silence continued.
"What about your family? They may be gone, but the memories they left behind are surely something to smile about."
You say, your eyes widening as a scoff slips past Zayne's lips just as he pulled his hand away from yours.
"The only memories I have of them are not ones I want to think about."
He says bluntly, staring down at the blades of grass nearby to hide the way his hands trembled.
The scent of death and decay still fresh in his mind, of a home that held no love and the sight of the life slowly leaving his parents day by day despite everything he did to try and help them.
There was no point in thinking about memories that would only bring him pain, it's not as if it would change anything.
So lost in his thoughts, Zayne couldn't help but jump as he felt you suddenly took hold of his hands, turning to look at you as you now sat in front of him in the middle of the clearing.
A look of scolding determination shining within your gaze as you stared at him, causing his breath to hitch.
"I know how hard it is to hold onto painful memories, they make you think that was all there ever was, but that isn't true. Your family wasn't always sick, weren't always filled with death and despair."
You whisper, a soft golden glow passing between your fingers, chasing away the chill in Zayne's veins with a gentle warmth as he stared into your eyes.
Memories of a time long ago flashing through his mind, of a time before the sickness had taken hold of his parents and drained the life from their eyes.
Of a time filled with warmth and laughter as he planted jasmines beside his mother in the garden during early spring, as he swam with his father in the lake near their home in the summers, as they chased after him through the falling leaves of autumn.
As he laid curled up with a warm blanket on the couch to chase away the chill of winter, half asleep; watching in silent awe as his mother and father danced together near the fireplace, holding each other close with their foreheads pressed together as if they were the only ones in the world.
Memories of a home filled with love and laughter and so much warmth that had long since been buried under years of pain and suffering. Memories that slowly faded from his view just as his mother and father kissed him goodnight.
Memories that Zayne truly didn't want to forget
A sob slipping past his lips as Zayne curled into himself, tears rolling down his cheeks as he tried to quiet his sobs, only for it to break free as you brought him into your arms. Holding him close and swaying back and forth as you allowed him to truly grieve for the loss of his parents.
Not the sickly husks they had been at the end, but the loving people he had always known them to be.
"There were good times, happy times before the bad. Those are the times you need to hold onto, the ones you need to cherish... because if you only think about the bad, you will forget about all the good as well."
You say, your words no more then a whisper between you both, yet filled with a conviction beyond your years as you guide him to look at you.
Your hands cradling his cheeks and brushing away his tears as he tried to stifle his sobs, his bottom lip trembling as you gave him a warm smile.
"So smile not for yourself, but for them, for the memories they left behind."
You finish, your smile growing as a breathless laugh fell from Zayne's lips, the sound like music to your ears as his smile returned brighter then ever before despite his tears.
Closing your eyes as you both laughed together, the tears long forgotten as you both pressed your foreheads together and held each others hands with renewed hope.
All while Zayne stared at you, affection and love he had only ever seen in the eyes of his parents for each other now shining within his eyes, all for your. Your words ringing through his mind as he gave your hands a subtle squeeze.
Silently promising to smile not only for his parents, but for you as well.
Just know, until I'm in the grave
Darling, I'll love you for a thousand years, dear
Time is nothing when I'm here with you
All my fears, tears, those memories, they disappear with you
Till I turn into dust, I'll carry this love, my dear
For a thousand years
It had been so long since Zayne had first came here, many years passing in the blink of an eye as he stayed by your side. Taking care of you, helping you heal even when you both knew nothing could be done in the long run, savoring every moment you both had together until your time was done.
Like now, as you danced through the field of jasmines you had helped him plant, twirling through the stems that seemed to bend to your every whim, as if they too were trying to dance alongside you.
A soft melody on your lips and the sunlight dancing off your messy curls as your danced without a care in the world, as if the world itself didn't hold it's breath just to listen to your simple song of peace and contentment.
As if Zayne's heart didn't flutter out of his chest as you took his hands into yours, pulling him up to his feet with a playful smile upon your lips as you began to guide him in a dance through he flowers.
His hands never once leaving yours as you twirl and guided him through the steps of life like you always have, never once leaving him behind even as he stumbles along with a breathless laugh.
The sound of your laughter filling his heart with warmth as he guided you into a dip, your messy curls touching the petals of the jasmines below as he held you against his chest.
A moment passing where the only thing between you was the warmth of your shared touch and the smile upon your lips before Zayne finally leaned in, pressing his lips against your in a way he had always longed for.
The taste of honey, spring water and warmth upon your lips calming his heart in a way he had never experienced as you both finally came together after all this time.
The scent of jasmines surrounding you both as the world held it's breath before the birds began to chirp, the jasmines danced and the wind blew through the trees in celebration of your fated love.
All while you held each other close, pouring all of your love and devotion for each other into the simple act as you shared your fist kiss of many.
Set it all on fire, let it burn up brighter
Love is a flame, and it's dancing away, to David playing on a lyre
Set it all on fire, let the smoke go higher
'Cause daring, I'll love you
There you stood, your eyes wide as you stared down at the gaping hold in your chest where the protocore shard once sat, before finally looking up at the man before you.
A knight dressed in midnight black armer and a hood to obscure his identity, unable to hide the strands of long silver-blonde hair that fell past his shoulders as he watched you fall to your knees, his hand drenched in blood where he held the glowing protocore shard.
The sapphire blue of his eyes just visible beneath the shadow of his hood as he glared at you, not with hatred like you expected, but with something far worse.
Indifference.
As if you were just an obstacle in the way of what he truly need, which was the protocore in your chest, the same protocore he would use to heal his kingdom in the stead of his wife.
Turning away from your trembling form, Xavier ignored the wet sound of your breathing as you coughed up blood onto the jasmines below, making his way into the forest beyond and back towards his kingdom to put his plan to defy fate into action.
All while you stood there in shock, staring down at the blood stained jasmines with a forced smile upon your lips as you realized the future you hoped you would get to see would be fading sooner then you thought it would.
You always knew you were never meant to exist in the world as you have, the protocore shard that had once been your heart being the only thing tying you to this life. The memories of those around you giving you a reason to go on, to keep fighting to stay despite how weak your physical body was, unable to handle the strain of the protocore within you.
Now here you were, your hand pressed against your stomach to try and stem the bleeding as you stood in the field of jasmines you and your lover had so tenderly cared for.
The memory of his gentle touch, his warm smile and blunt words of love and devotion bringing a smile to your lips even as the sky began to snow.
Frost clinging to the petals of the jasmines despite the warm spring air around you and drawing your attention away from the sky and towards the entrance of the forest.
Only to find your over standing at the edge of the clearing, his eyes wide and filled with horror as he took in your bloodied form.
Ignoring the way the sudden cold nipped at your fingertips, frost crawling up your arms and slowing your breathing as you reached out to your lover with a smile. Watching as he ran to your side, catching you in his arms just as your strength gave out, your legs collapsing beneath you as you both fell to the ground.
The jasmines in the field painted with your blood brushing against your cheek in a gentle caress you laid within your lovers embrace, smiling up at him like the life wasn't fading from your eyes.
But he wasn't smiling like you were.
No.
The only thing within his was anguish, his face drowned in sorrow as he stared down at you with tears on his eyes. Watching as the frost spread from the hole in your chest, along your fingertips, and up towards that beautiful smile he adored so much.
"It's okay."
You whisper, your voice lost on the wind as the snow began to spread, ice climbing along the stem's of each jasmine within the field as you reached out to him.
A sob slipping past his lips as he watched you reach up and cup his cheek, the warmth he always craved from your touch slipping away as the unforgiving cold spread throughout your body.
"Please, one last time... for me?"
You request, your voice begging despite it's gentleness.
He always was weak to anything you asked of him.
Against his will, a small smile spreads across his lips, barely a twitch, but enough to make your eyes brighten despite the ice spreading across your face and filling your heart.
"Such a beautiful smile."
You whisper, your last words bringing your lover to his knees and breaking his heart as he leaned over you.
His forced smile falling away as he held you close, a sob being ripped from his chest, his cries of anguish echoing across the field of jasmines as he held your now frozen hand against his cheek.
Your bright smile now forever frozen upon your face as your heart gave it's final beat beneath the ice.
For a thousand years, dear
Time is nothing when I'm here with you
All my fears, tears, those memories, they disappear with you
Till the air leaves my lungs, with each breath, I'll hold you near
Till I turn into dust, I'll carry this love, my dear
For a thousand years
The weeks after the catastrophe were some of the hardest, in Zayne's opinion.
While he thankfully hadn't lost anyone, many other kids in his class had been pulled due to being caught up in the disaster or losing family members. The days in class filled with heavy silence as the teacher tried to distract them from what was happening out in the world and those missing from class.
It became the normal, going about his days in a haze of numbness before finally returning to an empty home. Hours spent alone, doing his homework, making his own dinner and getting ready for bed before his parents finally returned from work.
Not that he would ever blame them.
His parents were hard working people, both being doctors working overtime after the incident now known as the Chronorift Catastrophe, their time spent in the ER helping as many people as they could during these hard times.
Still, they never put their problems on him, always coming home with a smile on their faces no matter how tired they were, apologizing for being so late and tucking him into bed no matter how old he became.
And that just made it worse.
Having to watch his parents work themselves to the bone and cry themselves to sleep at night when they thought he was sleeping, all while they were forced to watch more and more people die from infected wounds and unknown diseases spread by the opening of the rift and the monsters that were released.
He knew their job was their passion, and their passion was helping as many people as they could.
Even so... he just couldn't understand it.
He's thought about his future quite often during those late nights waiting for his parents to return, and while his parent's would never force him to become anything he didn't want to, he knew it would make them happy if he became a doctor like them.
But he just didn't have the passion for helping people like they did.
Of course he wants others to be happy and healthy, to live good lives and not suffer, but he couldn't understand why his parents would put themselves through so much heartache just to continue watching people die everyday.
It didn't make sense.
His thoughts remaining in a jumble of confusion as he made his way down the road on his way to school, his hands gripping tightly to the straps of his school bag as he glanced towards the park nearby. Sunlight shining through the clouds and glistening off the droplets of rain still covering the earth around him from that mornings drizzle, giving everything a warm crystalized look.
The sight causing something in his heart to ache before a sound drew his attention.
The meow of a kitten.
Despite himself, Zayne couldn't help but pause, looking towards a tree on the other side of the park where the noise was coming from. A strained expression spreading across his face as he glanced back towards the way he was meant to go to get to school before looking back to the tree once more as the kitten meowed again.
Curse my weakness for cute things.
Veering off the path, Zayne ignored the way the ends of his pants grew damp from the dew of the grass as he made his way to the tree. The meowing growing louder as he poked his head around the the trunk, only for his eyes to widen.
There, sitting behind the tree with an overeager orange kitten in her lap, was a girl a bit younger then him. Leaves stuck in the strands of her messy hair and the end of her little sundress damp from the grass and muddied from the kittens little paws as it climbed on her.
Even so, she smiled down at the kitten as if it hung the stars and moon, sunlight shining off the dew of the grass and giving her form a celestial glow.
The sight causing something in Zayne's heart to stir, his eyes wide and filled with awe as he took in the sight before the kitten seemed to notice him. It's little head tilting in confusion and a soft meow falling from it's lips as it hopped off the girl's lap to trot over to him, causing her to look up to him in surprise.
An awkward moment of silence settling between the two as they stared at each other before the girl gave him a bright, almost excited, smile.
"Hi!"
She says, her voice as bright as her smile as she stared up at him with an eagerness that caused the tips of Zayne's ears to redden.
He did always have trouble talking to people.
"Um... hello."
He says, the one words causing the girl to grow even more excited as she glanced between him and the kitten now rubbing against his leg.
"Is this your kitty? He was stuck in the tree, but I got him down."
She says, holding up her hands to show off the scratches the kitten and the bark of the tree had given her, despite the proud smile still across her lips.
The sight of the bloody cuts causing Zayne's eyes to widen as he came out from behind the tree to approach the girl, kneeling beside her in the damp grass as he took her hands into his.
"Um no, he isn't mine, but you really should have gotten an adult to help you instead of doing it yourself. You could have gotten really hurt."
He says as the girl stared up at him with curiosity, watching the gentle way he examined the cuts on her hands, sighing in relief when he realized they weren't to deep.
"You really shouldn't be out here on your own, it's dangerous now adays."
Zayne continues, glancing up to meet her gaze as she looked up at him with confusion.
"But you're out here, aren't you?"
She asks, her words causing him to pause, a huff falling from his lips as his expression grows stern.
"That's different, I'm older then you and know how to take care of myself. Look, your dress is all wet, you have leaves in your hair, and cuts all over yourself. You're going to end up getting sick like this."
He says, his scolding words causing the girls eyes to widen, a moment of silence passing as Zayne seemed to realize what he just said, his ears reddening in embarrassment as he prepared for the girl to begin cry or grow angry with him.
Instead, all Zayne could do was gape as the girl began to laugh, the bright sound echoing between them and causing something in his little heart to flutter as he saw the amusement in her gaze.
"Hehe, you sound like a grown up."
She says, her words causing Zayne to huff, glancing away from her to hide his embarrassment.
"That's beside the point. What if you had fallen? You could have broken something and had to go to the hospital."
He continues, his words causing the girl to tense, her eyes widening in a way Zayne wasn't expecting before a flash of something filled his mind and causing him to flinch.
The image of doctors in masks and scrubs filled his vision, their eyes cold and clinical in a way Zayne knew wasn't normal. His hands trembling where they held the girls as the feeling of genuine fear and panic filled his heart, the sound of a young girls screams echoing in his mind as he watched the doctors walk towards him with a scalpel before the memory was yanked from his mind as the girl pulled her hands away from him.
His body still trembling from the after effects of whatever that was as the girl held her scratched hands to her chest while curling into herself.
"N-No, no doctors! See, I'm okay! They're only little scratches!"
She says, her voice filled with a desperation Zayne had never heard in someone before as she held up her scratched hands, a look of determination across her soft features as she tried to convince him.
The screams still echoing in his mind and the sudden panic still gripping his heart as he reached out to gently grip the girls trembling hands, her eyes widening once more as he gave her a small, reassuring smile, like those his mother gave him when he was hurt.
"It's okay, you don't need to go to the doctor. I just meant that if you got really hurt, there would be no one around to help you."
He explains softly, his words helping the girl to calm down as a pout spreads across her lips, an almost playful look of offence filling her expression as she stared up at him.
"Hmph, that's not true, my brother would have found me and fixed me right up."
She says with a firm nod, her words causing Zayne to nod in agreement to help calm her.
"Of course, I'm sure he would have, but it's better to have someone there to help you just in case."
He explains, his words making the girl pause as she glanced down, watching the kitten push itself between them and brush against Zayne's knee before climbing back into her lap. It's muddy paws kneading at her dress and causing her to smile softly as she reached up to gently pet it's head.
"I guess you're right, I just wanted to help the kitty. He seemed scared and... I couldn't just leave him there all alone."
She says quietly, petting behind the kittens ear and causing something in Zayne's heart to loosen, his eyes shining in a way they never had before as he processed the girls words. Remembering the genuine fear and dread that had filled his heart as those images were pushed into his mind.
"And you did a great job, just... be more careful next time."
Zayne says, the gentle words falling softly from his lips and causing the girls to glanced up to him, her eyes shining with appreciation in the morning light and causing his heart to flutter once more as she gave him a warm smile.
"Lia, there you are. Come on, we need to get going."
A voice called from the other side of the park, drawing both Zayne and the girl's attention.
There, standing near the sidewalk, was a young boy only a bit younger then Zayne himself, his dark hair contrasting against his bright purple eyes as he glanced between Zayne and Ophelia with a patient smile.
"Oh! That's my brother, I gotta go now! Take care of him for me, please?"
She says, standing up and dusting off her dress before bending down to give the kitten another head pat as she turned to Zayne with one last smile.
She says, her words causing Zayne to scoff in amusement as he watched her run off to join the boy, their hands linked together and their smiles filled with care for each other as they walked away down the sidewalk.
A soft silence following as Zayne watched the girl go, the kitten rubbing against his knee as he watched the morning light shine off her messy hair and bright smile, so different from the fear and panic in the vision he'd seen.
The thought causing something in his chest to tighten as he turned to the kitten, picking it up with a soft huff and listening to it meow happily as he carried it along down the road. It's paws mudding his clothes in a way he surprisingly didn't mind as he made his way home.
He could miss one day of school, his parent's would understand.
Besides, he had some important things to think about, like how he finally understood why his parents did what they did.
They didn't do it because they wanted to help everyone, they just wanted to help one person at a time. They wanted to be the people someone could rely on in their toughest times so they weren't facing it alone.
And he wanted to be that for this girl, to be a doctor that she felt safe to come to, to find a way to help ease the pain he felt in her chest when that memory was pushed into his mind.
To be the person she could rely on in her toughest times.
Even if it caused him heartache in the end, he knew that it would all be worth it if that sweet girl could keep on smiling.
Themes: Found Family | Mental Health | Self Discovery | Innocence
CW: fluff, angst, implied kidnapping, torture, dissociation, unhealthy coping mechanisms, PTSD, hurt and comfort, found family
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On the brink of insanity and close to death, Loki retreats into his mind in order to protect himself from the torture he endures after being captured by Thanos; his magic lashing out and splitting in tow, creating separate being inside his mind in the form of a tiny baby girl with one of his bright green eyes and half her body decayed and skeletal.
Believing her to be another one of his illusions created in order to cope with his situation, Loki decides to humor himself for the time being as he dotes upon his "daughter".
Masterlist
Part 1 | Part 2 | To Be Continued...
The sound of his own footsteps echoed back into Loki's ears as he made his way through the halls of Asgard, the golden walls of the palace shining in his vision as his footsteps drown out the rest of the world.
Or well, tried to- had it not been for the curious little coos coming from the squirming bundle in his arms.
It had been a few days, weeks?
Loki wasn't sure, time moved differently in his mindscape then it did in reality, but he knew it had been a while since he had first found the little one. Her little white curls a bit longer, and her cheeks a big chubbier then before as she wiggled around in his embrace, eagerly trying to glance at the passing walls.
Heli, as he had begun to call her.
Her little hands reaching out, soft giggles slipping past her lips as she tried to grab at a vase they passed by, the shiny surface drawing her in, only for her to grow distracted with the next shiny object they passed.
She was a unique little thing, not just in appearance, but due to the fact that she was even here.
Loki had tried to create things in his mindscape that he had never seen or experienced before, such as animals, plants, or structures. However, every time they always came out wrong, distorted in a way they weren't meant to be, as if his mind couldn't fathom the idea of creating something from nothing.
He had tried making people before, completely unintentionally and by accident, but that had been a long time ago... and he swore he would never try again after the last time.
Yet, here he was, holding a squirming little baby who seemed to be so curious about the world around her, despite that world not being real, despite her not being real.
Such a fascinating little anomaly.
"And here, little one-"
Loki began, smirking as he drew the babies attention to a large portrait hanging near a window outside the throne room of the palace.
A portrait depicting a much younger version of Loki himself, as well as a young Thor, sitting on the laps of their parents Frigga and Odin atop their thrones.
The smile on each of their faces, including his own, filled with such innocence and carefree nature, as if Odin's dirty little secret wasn't seated happily upon his wife's lap.
"Is my... family."
Loki finished, the word family coming out a bit forced, despite the way his eyes lingered on the portrait with a sense of guilt and longing.
Silence follows as Heli glances curiously between Loki and the portrait, trying her best to figure out who these people were to her creator to make him seem so upset.
"Ah!"
Heli says, reaching out to bap at the portrait, more specifically the feet of the older man with a beard, glancing up to Loki as if wanting him to explain.
So, with nothing better to do, Loki did so.
"That is the All Father, Odin, he is... was my father."
Loki explains, watching as Heli seemed to soak in the information, glancing back up to the picture of Odin before looking to the blonde child in the mans lap with a confused tilt of her head.
"That was my idiotic excuse for an older brother, Thor."
Loki says with a huff, though he couldn't find the subtle quirk of his lip as he held the baby in one arm and used the other to point at the younger version of his brother.
"He is a loud, obnoxious, condescending man who believes everything in the world should be handed to him. And don't get me started on his hair, can't style it to save his life."
He says with a soft chuckle, his eyes soft despite his words as he stared up at the picture of the child who had once been his brother before his eyes fell to the woman in the picture, her soft smile causing his heart to ache.
"And this was... is my mother, Frigga."
Loki whispers, his words drawing Heli's attention as she glanced back up to him before looking up to the woman in the picture with both curiosity and confusion.
"Ah?"
She says, looking up to Loki as if he would have the answer to her wordless question, and surprisingly he did.
"She wasn't really my mother, well she was but... A mother is someone who raised you, most of the time it's someone who gave birth to you, though she did not birth me as I came to find out.
But, even so... a mother is more then someone you are born to, it is someone who cares for you regardless of your wrongs, who loves you unconditionally, who will stay by your side and always be there for you when you cry."
Loki whispers, his words echoing off the walls of the palace, silence following his confession as Heli stared up at him with wide, curious eyes, watching as tears seemed to gather at his lashes while he continued to stare up at the woman in the photo.
"I guess, in all the ways that mattered... she will always be my mother."
He says, his voice trailing off as a single tear rolled down his cheek, the words echoing in Heli's mind as she glanced between her creator and the photo of the ones he had called his family.
His father, his brother, his mother.
All the ones that had mattered to him, not matter how hard he tried to hide it.
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The feeling of the sunlight brushing against Loki's face as he sat in the gardens behind the palace, familiar in a way he could never forget, the light breeze blowing through his hair and carrying with it the scent of warmth, soil and fresh pine.
Or, maybe that was just the little one at his side.
One of his eyes opening to glance down at the baby laying on her stomach beside him in the grass, her little hands pulling at his Asgardian leathers, trying to pull them into her mouth with a mischievous smile.
The little trouble maker.
"Now, I have told you before, little one."
He began, reaching down to gently pull his clothes out of her grip and away from her drooling mouth, the action causing her to pout.
"My clothing is not food, nor is it a toy. If you would like something to play with, you must use your words."
Loki says, his words meant to be teasing, knowing the little one could not speak.
His amusement only growing as he watched the pout across the babies face grow, her little brows furrowing in a way that was so similar to his own as she reached out to gently bap at his thigh.
"Alright, alright, no need to get violent."
Loki says, laughing softly as he snapped his fingers, a plush snake appearing out of thin air.
The stuffed animal dropping onto the ground in front of the baby, causing her eyes to widen as she watched the snake lean in to boop its nose against her own.
Silence following as the baby blinked before bursting into laughter, the sound echoing through the clearing as she bounced in excitement on her belly, her little hands reaching out to the snake as it began to playfully circle her.
All while Loki watched on in awe, a warmth growing in his chest as he watched the little one eagerly bap at the snake and nuzzle against it when it came close, fear nowhere present as her laughter continued.
His smile soft in a way he would never admit as he looked away, closing his eyes to savor the sunlight once more as he listened to the little one play with the animated plush snake.
A few minutes passing in peaceful contentment before the babies soft huff of annoyance was heard once more, causing Loki to open his eyes to glance over to her.
A quiet chuckle falling from his lips at the sight of the plush snake a few feet to far away from the baby, it's little body wiggling in a way that was clearly meant to taunt the infant. Which was clearly working, seeing as the little one was pouting, trying to scoot towards the snake on her belly, only to be unable to move along the grass.
His laughter only growing as the baby glanced over to him with a glare that was far to cute to be threating before turning back to the snake once more, its little wiggles and the laughter of her creator only egging the child on as she used all her strength to push herself up onto her hands and knees.
The laughter fading, unknown to the baby as she focused, her face flushed red from exertion and her little body trembling before she finally managed to steady herself.
A glint of determination and mischievous pride shining in her eyes as she took her first movement forward, the plush snake watching in shock as the baby began slowly crawling towards it. The sound of her little giggles echoing through the clearing once more as she gained speed, crawling after the snake as it wiggled in excitement.
All while Loki watched on in shock, his laughter long since faded as he watched in awe as the little one began crawling for the first time.
"You... you crawled."
Loki whispered, his voice drawing the babies attention, her smile only growing brighter as she changed direction from the snake to make her way towards her creator.
A warmth and pride overtaking Loki's heart as he watched her crawl towards him, her little giggles and the pride shining in her eyes at her own achievement making his heart race as he stood up.
Racing forward to the pull the baby up into his arms, holding her up towards the light of the sun as her laughter echoed between them.
"You crawled!"
Loki cheered, the unrestrained joy and pride in his voice only making the baby laugh harder as she was held above her creator.
While she didn't know exactly what he was saying or what crawling meant, she was happy to see such a joyful expression on his face.
Especially when it was directed at her.
Her little hands reaching out to brush against her creator's cheeks, the skin of her flesh hand matching the tone of his own so perfectly, while the bone of her skeletal hand contrasted against the dark strands of his hair hanging near his face.
"Oh, such a smart child you are, crawling so soon! I'm so prou-"
Loki began, only to pause, his eyes widening.
The sudden silence left in the garden around them near deafening as Heli stared at her creator in confusion, her smiling fading as she watched the smile fall from his lips.
The joy that had been in his eyes being replaced by shock, the hands that held her towards the sun trembling as he stared up at her, the shock slowly morphing into something different.
Something Heli had not experienced before.
Pure fear.
Not of the child herself, but of what she represented, of what she was.
Or more importantly, what she wasn't.
Because that's the thing, isn't it?
She wasn't real.
This child who made him laugh, who drooled on his clothes and learned to crawl beneath the false sunlight of a garden memory, was nothing more than a figment of his imagination. A being his mind created to keep him company, to help him cope with his reality and escape from a life he didn't want to live.
An illusion.
The would around him glitching, as if the reminder was breaking this fragile reality he had created for himself, as he slowly set the child back onto the ground.
Her little eyes looking up at him in confusion before getting distracted by the plush snake, her little giggles filling the clearing once more as she crawled after the snake, the world around them fixing itself as she crawled through the grass of the clearing unaware of the tumoral within her creators mind.
All while Loki watched her, that feeling of fear and self-hatred replacing the pride he had felt mere moment ago, his trembling hands clenching into fists at his sides and his nails digging into his palms in an attempt to ground himself as he took a deep breath before finally letting it out.
Those feelings of pride, of pure joy he had felt for this... illusion, slowly fading as he silently reprimanded himself.
Pathetic, only a fool would delude themselves into caring about something that wasn't even real.
And Loki was many things, but he was no fool.
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Things were different after that.
While Loki was never outright cruel to the infant, he was distant; no longer allowing her to cling to him or bringing her with him everywhere he went.
He was also spending less and less time in his mindscape.
Days passing in silence as Heli waited for her creator to return, searching the halls of the palace for him and waiting in the gardens for his arrival, all while the little plush snake he had created for her followed her around and stayed by her side.
Each day that passed without his appearance doing something to her heart that she couldn't understand, a deep ache as if something was missing.
Today was much the same, a sunny afternoon as Heli explored the halls of the palace with her snake companion at her side, her little face set into a determined smile as she crawled her way through the halls towards the gardens outside.
Her little butt wiggling as she scooted her way down the stone steps like she had done so many times before, a familiar routine for the baby until she suddenly slipped as she reached the last step.
Her knee scraping against the cold marble of the step as she fell backwards, landing onto the soft grass as she stared up at the sky in surprise. A moment of silence passing as her little snake plush quickly slithered over to her, gently booping along her tummy and head to make sure she was alright.
All while the child stared up at the sky in confusion, a stinging sensation coming from her scraped knee and a feeling she didn't understand bubbling up inside her chest before she shook her head.
She was okay, it was just a little tumble, she had much more important things to worry about.
So, with a smile back on her lips, Heli sat up and continued on her way into the garden, determined to see if her creator had come as her snake friend followed alongside her.
Ignoring the subtle stinging coming from her knee as she crawled along the soft grass.
Finally, after entering the now familiar clearing, Heli's determination was rewarded as she found her creator sitting beneath their tree reading a book. Her smile brightening and a joyful sound falling from her lips as she crawled towards him, the noise drawing his attention and causing him to look over to her.
Only, he didn't seem happy to see her.
A strained, almost pained expression crossing his features before it faded to a look of indifference, the book in his hand disappearing as he stood up from the ground, causing her to pause. The light of the afternoon sun casting a shadow across his features and making it difficult for Heli to tell what he was feeling as he turned away from her, that feeling from before filling her heart as she watched her creator begin to walk away from her once more.
It was fine, while she didn't understand what she did to upset him, at least she got to see him.
He would leave, and then he would return, and then she would get to see him again before he left once more.
Only, how long would it be until he returned again?
How long until he held her in his arms like he had before, until he smiled at her again or she heard his laughter once more.
How long until he looked at her with anything other than pain?
The thought making that feeling in her heart grow almost painful, a feeling she was finally beginning to understand.
She missed him.
She missed his smiles and his words, she missed him holding her close and telling her stories of his life before, she missed him feeding her different foods despite her not needing to eat.
She missed him.
The thought, the realization, bringing tears to her eyes as her bottom lip began to tremble, everything becoming overwhelming in a way she couldn't understand as she watched him walk away.
The pain from her scraped knee.
The loneliness she felt exploring the halls alone.
The pain in her chest everytime he turned away from her.
Everything becoming too much, as she began to cry.
'A mother is more then someone you are born to, it is someone who cares for you regardless of your wrongs, who loves you unconditionally, who will stay by your side and always be there for you when you cry.'
"Mm... Ma..."
Heli cried, the sound of her sobs and the single word falling from her lips stopping Loki in his tracks as he froze in shock, slowly glancing back to her as his hands began to tremble.
Tears of his own filling his eyes as he saw her, this little one who had no one else in the world but him, reach out to him with so much desperation. The tears rolling down her flushed cheeks and the desperate cries falling from her lips breaking his heart as she called out to him, called out to her-
"Ma... Ma... Mama!"
Heli begged desperately, unable to keep pretending everything was okay, to keep pretending his distance wasn't breaking her apart.
The single word, her first word, bringing Loki to his knees much like the first time he had found her as he turned and ran back to her, collapsing before her and bringing the baby into his arms as they both cried.
No, not just a baby.
His baby.
Even if she wasn't real, was just a figment of his imagination, she was real to him.
And despite how much it scared him, how much it terrified him, he loved her. He loved her more then anything he had in his old life, and now he knew she loved him just as much, needed him just as much as he needed her.
And wasn't that a terrifying thought.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, little one. Please forgive me, I didn't... I was a fool, a coward- I never should have left you behind."
Loki begs, pressing gentle kisses against Heli's forehead, her little cries breaking his heart as he held her close, her tiny hands clinging to the front of his shirt as if afraid he might disappear.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I swear to you I will never do such a thing again."
He whispers into her wispy curls, the sound of her desperate sobs fading into gentle whimpers as he rocked her back and forth, nuzzle against her scarred cheek and curling around her in return.
"I'm here, Mama will always be here, little one... My little one."
He says, his words echoing through the clearing as their cries melded together, the world around them growing stronger as Loki held his child in his arms.
Swearing to never again push her away due to his own cowardice.
CW: king of darknight!xavier, prince!xavier, healer!reader, consort!reader, fluff, first meeting, angst, childbirth, child loss, xavier backstory, possession, prophesized character death, character death, reincarnation, world building, inspired by the song The King (by Rosendale)
A/N: In the Drifting Through Deepspace Universe, the Darknight timeline is set after Sylus' Abysm Sovereign myth and Rafayel's Lemurian Sea God Myth but during the same time period as Zayne's Foreseer Myth
Masterlist
There was a king living carefree
He wanted the world he wanted everything
He ruled with a fist, his people were starved
He watched as they begged behind his castle guards
The sound of his own footsteps echoed off the walls of the cave as the newly crowned king of Philos, Elijah, made his way inside. His curiosity getting the better of him as he venture deeper and deeper into the darkness, something within calling to him in a way he couldn't explain before he finally came to the source.
Inside the cave, with walls as high as a Temple, carved from stone and laced with vines of thorned roses, lay mountains upon mountains of gold.
Sunlight streaming in from a opening in the roof of the cave, casting the room in a soft golden glow that bounced off the petals of the roses, casting the treasure in different shades of red.
That same feeling of curiosity calling to him as he stepped inside, closer and closer to the treasure before him. His hand reaching out to brush against the golden coins that were as high as the hills themself, just as a voice echoed through his mind.
"Human king of Philos, your crops are healthy, your gold is plenty, your kingdom prospers under your rule. But be warned, the gold you find before you was once apart of a dragons hoard, should you take this treasure... it will only lead to your downfall."
The voice of woman, soft like wind, whispered in his mind, causing him to jump in surprise.
Glancing around the empty cave, Elijah couldn't help the feeling of dread that filled his heart at the silence that followed, a soft breeze streaming in from the opening of the roof above and brushing against the thorned roses along the wall nearby.
Still, even as his instincts screamed at him, told him to turn back and leave this treasure behind, he could not help the greed that filled his heart as he glanced once more at the mountains of gold before him.
It's not as if the dragon was using such treasure, for the voice had said 'once apart of'.
It would be foolish of him really, to listen to a voice in his mind and leave such a hoard behind for others to take as their own without taking at least something.
So, with this in mind, Eljiah steeled his resolve. Ignoring the feeling of dread in the back of his mind as he reached out to take a handful of the gold. The coins pooling in his hands and slipping through his finger tips as he brought them close.
Images of the sky flash before his eyes, the laughter of children beneath a gentle willow and the vision of a woman with hair like fire and eyes of emerald sheen dancing within his mind as he stared down at the treasure in his hands. The beautiful sight fading away, replaced by cries of pain and grief, of blood dripping from his hands and an endless feeling of greed taking hold of his heart as the treasure took hold of him.
A smile slowly spreading across his lips as he looked away from the treasure in his hands, back out to the sea of gold before him as his smile only grew.
Maybe he should just take all of the treasure.
After all, he had been the one to find it and with no one to claim it as their own, it was his by right.
Yes, he would take every last piece back to his kingdom, would fill his halls with gold and treasures beyond the peoples wildest dreams and build his kingdom to the skies beyond.
The king thought to himself, the greed within his heart growing as he filled his bag with gold and treasures beyond his wildest dreams.
Ignoring the blood staining the treasures surface, brushing past the bones of little ones and not even wincing as he pricked his finger on a thorn of a rose along the wall.
All while the treasure took hold of him, trapping him in it's embrace and cursing his bloodline for the rest of time.
Diamonds and pearls, emeralds and gold
He bathed in the riches only he could know
But with time came age, his health in decline
The fate of his legacy left to the tides
Years had passed since that moment, a time so long ago that the king could not even remember the words the voice had whispered to him.
All he remembered was the sheen of the treasure stained with blood beneath the sunlight and the roses that wrapped around each coin as if in defiance of his choice.
The cheers of his people as he grew their kingdom overshadowing the words of warning, melted gold intertwined within the walls of his palace and throne, his power growing with each passing year and his name carrying with it strength far beyond his land.
He could not come to regret his decision to take the treasure.
Even when the sickness had begun in the years that followed, spreading to each citizen who had laid hand upon his treasure. Their bodies decaying, the life draining from their eyes with each day that passed, most dying while others transformed into creatures of stone and energy.
Losing their minds along with their bodies as they become monsters that wandered through the forests beyond.
No, he could not regret his decision to take the treasure.
The cries of the people beyond the palace gates nothing but a distant memory to Elijah as he sat upon his throne, the corruption of his people invoking no feelings of guild or sorrow, only disgust and contempt at the people who would beg for his aide when they had nothing to give him in return.
His fingers tapping a beat against the armrest beside him, a song he himself did not recognize as he stared out across the hall of his throne room, gazing out across the sea of riches before him.
Visions of fire and blood dancing before his eyes as he traced his finger along the gold of his throne, a sadistic smile spreading across his lips as visions of a woman with hair like fire and eyes of emerald sheen shone in the reflect of the gold.
Ignoring the fatigue plaguing his body and the feeling of hunger gnawing at his stomach as he stayed within the treasury, his mind falling further into madness and obsession as he allowed the corruption in his heart to grow.
All while his Queen stood outside the treasury, her soft blond hair falling in gentle waves down her back, her gentle sapphire blue eyes filled with pain as she watched her king obsess over the treasure that was tearing his kingdom apart.
Her hand gently placed upon the mound of her stomach, trying her best to shield her unborn child from the madness that had taken hold of his father.
So he ran to his queen and demanded a child
Planted his seed then he cast her aside
Several moons later she bore him a son
But died just to give him his own flesh and blood
The screams of the Queen echoed through the palace on the night of the late harvest, moonlight bathing her form as her maids and ladies-in-waiting remained by her side.
Her pained cries breaking their hearts as they whispered words of encouragements to her, wiping away the sweat from her brow as she gave one final push.
The cries of a newborn baby filling the room, along with the cheers of the servants as the Prince of Philos was finally born.
Tears clouded the Queen's eyes as she weakly took her son into her arms, his hair a perfect mixture of his parents in a soft shade of silvery-blonde. Yet, it was his eyes that pulling a sob of relief from her chest as her own sapphire blue gaze stared back at her through the eyes of her child.
"What shall you name him, Lady Lucille?"
The head maid asks, her smile warm and her eyes joyful as she watched her queen cradle her son close.
"Xavier, his name shall be Xavier."
She whispers in response, her voice filled with gentle love and devotion for the child before her as she nuzzled against his silvery locks, the feeling causing the baby to coo as he fell asleep within his mothers arms.
"My precious little prince."
She says, her words fading into memory as the years passed, her love for her child never once wavering as she raised him alone.
His father never once leaving his treasury to be beside his wife and child , even when sickness took hold of her, the life draining from her eyes day by day as her body slowly transformed into stone and energy.
Only then, when the last of her sanity began to fade and she begged at the King feet to protect her son from what she was to become, did he grant her final wish.
Only, he didn't grant it in the way she had hoped.
No, because instead of taking her life before she could become such a monster, the King chose to lock the now former Queen of Philos away in the bowls of the palace.
Years passing in agony as the kindhearted Queen suffered alone, her body transforming into a monster of stone and light, and her memories fading along with her mind as she lost herself to madness.
Until the day she would finally be put to rest.
On the day of her son's 18th birthday, did he follow his father down to the bowls of the palace, to a place devoid of light and warmth where a monster stood before him.
"Destroy it."
His father had said, his voice devoid of emotion, as his son looked on in confusion.
Thinking it only a test of skill, for he had slaid many a creature before, he did as he was told. Moving forward as swift as the light that bled from his blade as he slashed the monster down.
Only then, as his blade lay buried in the chest of the wanderer beneath him, did he pause. The creature reaching as if to touch him, his body tense, ready for an attack, only to pause as the monster cupped his cheek.
The action causing his eyes to widen, a moment passing as he stared down at the faceless beast before him, memories of a time long ago when his mother would cup his cheeks and hold him close flashing through his mind as he realized what he had done.
Tears gathering in his eyes as he stared down at the creature, his mother, who only let out a contented rumble before the familiar warmth of her touch faded from the hand upon his cheek.
His desperate sobs echoing through the dungeons of the palace as he apologized, begging his mother to come back, promising he didn't know as her body disappeared into partials of light.
Leaving only a stone of light blue sheen in her place, a stone that the King silently picked up, ignoring his grieving son and turning away to return to his treasury.
The protocore in his hand his only focus as he left his son upon the cold floor of the dungeons to grieve the loss of his mother by his own hands all alone.
The son grew like weeds, he soon was eighteen
He ventured outside of the castle to see
The faces so gaunt, the dead in the streets
They cried out for help but nobody could hear
Sunlight guided his path as Xavier made his way outside the castle walls to the village beyond, a dark cloak obscuring his identity to those around him as ventured further and further away from the only place he had known.
Death clinging to the air and the cries of the people echoing in Xavier's ears as he made his way through the streets, houses destroyed, burned to the ground from a time long ago in an attempt to stop the sickness from spreading.
Plants clinging to life with nothing to keep them going and the dead laying in the streets as the people watched on with pain of their own.
His eyes filled with horror for the people he hadn't known were suffering to this extent as he passed by those in need, unable to help as they cried out for help, his heart aching the louder their cries became.
The scene becoming to much for him, a laugh of disbelief and heart ache slipping past his lips as he turned to leave, not knowing how to help in this situation.
Only to pause as he saw something out of the corner of his eyes.
A woman, dressed in rags with dirt upon her cheeks, her hair tied back with nothing but a worn leather cord as she leaned over a child laying upon the ground. The mother on the other side, watching with tears as the woman traced her fingers along the child's cheek, guiding her to drink an herbal tea she had created.
The flush upon the child's face and the pained of fever fading away as the child drank, allowing the child to relax as the woman watched on with a gentle smile. The mothers soft sobs of relief echoing around them as the woman laid the child down once more, allowing them to fall asleep, all while the mother thanked the woman who merely nodded and moved on to the next person in need.
Her face firm, her eyes filled with a determination to help those in need despite not having much herself as she went to each person and did her best to ease their pain.
The sight causing something in Xavier's heart to stir, a similar look of determination spreading across his face as he came to a decision before finally turning away.
His steps silent against the cold cobble stone ground as he made his way back to the palace with a rage unknown and a need to do what he could to help his people.
Just like that woman had been doing.
Deep down inside him something had stirred
He laughed at the ruins his father incurred
Fire in his veins he stormed back to the throne
Stared down the king with a rage still unknown
His screams seemed to fall upon deaf ears as he stared up at his father upon his golden throne, begging him to help, to use his treasure to help the people beyond the palace walls.
Yet, in his state, Xavier's words only seemed to further the madness in his father's mind.
A few moments passing before the King finally stood, stepping away from the throne of gold and causing Xavier to freeze in place.
"You speak as if you have any power to demand what you do not own. This treasure, the gold and jewels that lay before you, they all belong to me. They only desire me. You will not come in here demanding my treasure like it it yours, I will not part with a single coin and I will not allow you to take any from this hall... You seem to forget that you are not the only heir I have made."
The king whispers, his voice like fire and fueled by greed and madness as he snapped his fingers, just as one of the guards appeared behind Xavier.
Too fast for the boy to react, turning just in time to dodge the sword through the chest and instead taking it through the side. A pained yell slipping past his lips as he kicked the man away, the sword dislodging from his side as he pressed his hand against the bleeding wound.
His vision blurring as he watched the other guards begin to swarm him, panic lacing his mind as he pulled his sword from the hilt and tried his best to defend himself. His blood staining the palace floor as he fought as hard as he could before using his energy to teleport just beyond the walls of the palace.
His body thrumming with pain as he ran into the forest nearby, as far as his legs would take him, until the sun was beginning to set and the haziness in his mind became too much to handle.
His body leaning against a tree in a clearing deep within the forest, his hand pressed against the wound on his side, trying to stem the bleeding as sleep coaxed him into her embrace.
He was so tired, a cold numbness spreading through his fingertips as he leaned back against the tree, blood pooling beneath him as he began to fall asleep. Darkness spreading through his mind as exhaustions took hold of his body, the last of his adrenaline fading as he finally closed his eyes.
Only to open them once more as he heard the sound of footsteps nearby.
The father decreed the new rule of law
His son to be banished outside of the walls
But the son had a plan, and his heart was convinced
There'd never be room for both king and a prince
It was getting late, the sun setting on the horizon as you carried your basket of herbs through the forest, trying to use the last of the sunlight to gather as many ingrediency as you could before you were forced to return home.
It was with this in mind, shadows cast upon the forest around you, that you couldn't help but jump at the sudden sound of metal clanking against wood.
Your back straightening, holding your basket close as you quickly turned around, only for your eyes to widen as you found the source of the noise.
There, leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing, was a man.
His body dressed in shining armor, like that of a royal knight, his forehead shining with sweat and blood in the dying light of the evening as he struggled to keep himself awake. His eyes closed as he pressed his hand against a wound on his side that was bleeding through the armor.
The sight causing your heart to race in both fear and worry, not only for the stranger, but yourself as well.
After all, you were only one woman, and this man was obviously armed and dangerous, there was no way you could help him without there possibility being a confrontation.
Still, despite your nerves, you couldn't just leave the man to bleed out alone in the forest, and if he tried anything you could always just grab the dagger from your basket and shive him in the neck.
So, with that in mind, you slowly stepped towards him.
Your soft footsteps echoing through the clearing and drawing the mans attention, causing his eyes to snap open, reaching for his sword as he glanced up to you.
Only to pause.
Because there you were, the woman from before who had helped that child and eased their pain.
Your body bathed in the dying light of day through the trees, the rags you wore doing nothing to hide your beauty as you stared at him with wide eyes, filled with slight nervousness and that familiar determination that took his breath away and caused his heart to race.
A moment of silence settling between you both as you each seemed to wait for the other to make the first move.
And, being the person that you are, you weren't going to just sit here and let this man bleed out because he has a staring problem. So, you stepped forward, offering him your hand to lead him back to your home in order to help him.
An offer that he readily took, taking her smaller hand into his own, holding it with a gentleness and reverence he had never shown anyone as he gazed up at you like the moon would gaze upon the sun beyond the horizon.
Putting his trust and devotion into you, this amazing woman who had stolen his heart without ever even knowing it.
He rallied the people and charged through the gates
Shield in one hand but the other a blade
With one fell swoop his own father deposed
He sat on the throne and adorned his new crown
The silence that followed as Xavier's sword sliced through the King's chest would forever haunt him, not because he cared for the man, but because of the look in his eyes as he lay dying upon the floor of the treasury he held so dear.
For a moment, there was pain, fear and that familiar obsession that Xavier had known all his life behind his father's eyes, but there was also triumph.
As if this was the turn of events the man had been hoping for all along.
The sound of the King's crazed laughter echoing through the throne room, bouncing off the treasure bathed in fire light and stained with blood. The life fading from his eyes, yet the crazed smile upon his lips never once slipping, even as his laughter faded away.
The distant echo of a woman's laughter, one Xavier had never heard before, hidden just beneath the sound; filled with the grief and sorrow of a woman scorned by man.
All while Xavier stood there, his hand trembling despite himself as he held his bloodied sword, staring down at the body of his father with a emotionless expression and a feeling of numb acceptance taking hold of his mind.
Despite the confusion and unease gripping at his chest as he finally turned away and stepped past the fallen man, his hands still strained with blood and that woman's laughter echoing through his mind.
𖤓⟡ ── ⋆⋅ ⏾ ⋅⋆ ── ⟡𖤓
The cheers of the people drowned out the rest of the world as Xavier knelt before you on the day of his Coronation, the woman who had moved his heart in ways you could never know and pushed him to take action for the lives of his people.
No longer were you dressed in rags, your body adorned in the finest silks and gold that Xavier could find for you, giving you the appearance of a goddess all your own.
Your smile warm and your eyes filled with pride as you stared down at him, holding the crown above his head and recited the words of a High Priestess to bless him as the new King of Philos, wishing him and his people a long rein of happiness to come.
The cheers of the people growing louder, filled with joy and excitement as you placed the crown upon his head, their tears of joy soothing Xaiver's heart as he stood to his full height once more. Never once taking his eyes off of you as he took your hand into his own and brought you into his arms.
Your smile soft, filled with a love that was reflected in the eyes of your husband as he pulled you into a kiss, the cheers growing louder as Xavier poured his love and devotion for you into the simple action.
Their cheers fading into the background as he took his seat upon the throne that had been his by birth and right of conquest, with you seated beside him. His handing holding yours as he watched you smile out at the people, your eyes filled with warmth and care for the people you had worked so hard to save.
The sight of your subtle devotion for your people, while dressed in the finest silks and gold plated bliss stirring something in Xavier's mind, his love and obsession for you growing with each passing moment as he gazed upon you.
The memory of the people fading away as his eyes remained on you, only on you, his world, as corruption took hold of his heart.
The son was elated, the kingdom was his
Diamonds and emeralds and gold-plated bliss
The memory of your time's together felt like a lifetime ago as you laid in bed with your husband, his lips tracing gently down the side of your neck, brushing away the collar of your nightgown as you both savored the warmth and love provided by each other.
Each kiss filled with love and devotion, making your heart race as you traced your fingers up into his silver hair, giggling softly as he nipped at your skin playfully.
Only for him to pause as your giggles began to fade, your body growing unnaturally calm and your grip tightening on his hair, causing him to glance up to you.
His heart stopping in his chest and a feeling of dread overtaking him as he saw your face.
Despite being awake, it was clear you were not present, your gaze hollow, your mind far from this place as your eyes seemed to glow in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.
A feeling of unnatural calm settling over him, the familiar sensation of your Evol enveloping him, not bringing him comfort like it usually would in this moment.
Only making him uneasy as he stared up at you.
"My Love?"
He asks softly, his hand gently gripping your side, trying to get you to come back to him.
However, all this seems to do is drag you further into your mind just as a cunning smile, one not your own, settled across your lips, causing him to tense.
"You know this cannot last, correct?"
You says, though your voice wasn't your own, the echo of someone else just beneath the surface as your unnatural glowing gazed finally turned to look at him.
"You will have to give her up eventually."
The voice says, their words coming from your lips like a puppet speaking for their master, causing Xavier to tremble in barely concealed rage as he stares at you.
"Why... why must I-"
He begins, only for the voice to interrupt him.
"Because it is written in my design."
The voice said, the familiar feeling of your hands coming up to gently cup his cheeks and guide him to stare into your eyes.
"And my fate cannot be unwritten."
They finish, their words stern, final, as if speaking to that of a child despite the condescending smile they forced upon your lips.
The words causing something in Xavier to break, his hands trembling where they gripped your sides as he stared up into the eyes of a creature more powerful then him, using you to relay their message.
That your death will happen, weather he wants it to or not.
It was with those final words, that the unnatural glow began to fade from your gaze, your eyes fluttering closed as you fell asleep in his arms, unaware of the conversation that had just transpired.
All while Xavier stared down at you, tears of anger and desperation shining in his eyes as he gripped the sheets of the bed before burying his face against your neck.
A soft, sweet sigh of contentment falling from your lips in your sleep, causing his heart to ache as he cuddled close to you. The words of fate ringing in his mind as he held you in his arms, his eyes shining with love and determination as he thought about the future ahead.
No, he would not give you up, no matter what any deity commanded.
He would rather sacrifice his whole kingdom, his whole planet, in order to keep you safe and by his side.
He would not lose you.
But what of the people, the legends don't say
Just like a memory they faded away
The gentle breeze of the afternoon brushed against your cheeks as you slowly opened your eyes, glazing out at the field of golden lilies and flowers of different shades bending in the breeze.
The sight causing you to smile before you finally glance up to your husband who sat beside you upon the grass, a soft smile on his lips as he craved a small, handheld, wooden sword.
The tiny details of the piece causing your smile to soften as you slowly sat up, drawing your husbands attention.
"Did you enjoy your nap?"
Xavier asks, his tone teasing as he glanced over to your with a small smile, his laughter echoing between you both as you reached out to gently bap his shoulder.
The sound making your heart flutter as you leaned in, laying your head against his shoulder as he held out the small wooden sword to you.
"Do you like it?"
He asks softly, his tone neutral but hopeful in a way you couldn't help but love as you reached out to slowly take the sword into your hand and lifting it up to the light of the afternoon sunshine.
"I love it, nimble and light, perfect for any skill level."
You respond, your smile turning mischievous as you glanced over to him with a raised eyebrow.
"However..."
You begin, suddenly turning to gently but firmly poke him in the arm with the wooden sword, the action causing him to laugh as he reached out to gently grip your wrists.
"You have quite a unique way of showing affection, my love."
He says, his words causing your to giggle as you reach up and managed to gently hit his crown with the sword, causing it to tilt at an odd angle.
"Hehe, while I love the sword, my dear; are you sure this is what we will be needing when the time comes?"
You say, your words trailing off as you watched him reach up to remove his crown, placing it onto the ground beside you both.
"After all, the storm has passed. The kingdom prospers, sunlight shines upon us and the flowers fields remain in bloom-"
You begin, only to pause as Xavier reaches out to take your hands into his, your fingers linking together as he holds the tiny sword between you both.
"You're right, while we may not need it now... I like to think of it as a memento, a memory of our time long ago that led us to where we are now."
Xavier whispers, his words causing your breath to hitch, a soft smile spreading across your lips as you leaned in to gently nuzzle against his cheek.
"Such sentimentally from such a strong man."
You tease gently, his soft chuckle echoing between you both as you pressed your foreheads together, your eyes only opening as he brought your linked hands down to press against your stomach.
"I'm sure he will love it, my darling."
You whisper in response, your words bringing tears to Xavier's eyes as he leaned in, nuzzling his cheek against yours as you both relaxed beneath the warmth of the afternoon sun.
Your bodies pressed together, side by side, hands intertwined and the small toy sword laying gently upon the mound of your stomach where your child lay safe, waiting to be born.
There was a king living carefree
He wanted the world he wanted everything
The smell of smoke and ash filled your senses as you laid within your husband's arms, bodies of your fallen people and ash scattered across the once beautiful meadow as you tried to keep your eyes open.
The pain in your heart fading to a quiet numbness as you lifted your hand to Xavier's cheek.
"Your face… is so cold."
You whisper, your voice weak despite the urge to comfort your King, the sorrow in his eyes clear as he stared down at you laying in his lap.
His hand reaching up to gently cup yours, holding it against his cheek, craving that last bit of warm you could give him even as it was slowly fading away.
"The sun is coming out, we won't be cold for much longer."
He says, his voice soft in the deafening silence that surrounds you both.
The kingdom had fallen, your king unwilling to give you up in order to heal his kingdom, his actions to try and save both leading to the destructions of all.
Which leads to now, the once beautiful flowers of the meadow dying alongside you as you gazed up at your lover, a soft smile upon your lips as you watched the sunlight shine against his cheek over the horizon for what would be the final time.
"Always so strong, even to the end."
You say, your words causing his forced smile to become pained just as your vision began to blur, your hand trembling against his cheek as your heart began to slow.
"We will see each other again, my love… and when that day comes, we will always be together."
You whisper softly, your words causing his heart to clench as he nuzzles into the palm of your hand, desperately trying to starve off the tears clouding his vision.
"… All of us."
You finish, your words breaking him as you brought his free hand to your stomach, where the tiny wooden sword he made lay atop the small mound of your pregnant belly.
Tears rolling down his cheeks and a sob slipping past his lips as he buried his face against your now limp hand, the world around you both crumbling as you took your final breath.
"I will see you again, my love… both of you."
He whispers, his words lost on the wind as your body crumbled away in his arms, the tiny wooden sword falling to the ground and rolling down the hill as his heartbroken sobs were swept away by the wind.
CW: waitress!reader, fluff, romance, flirting, hurt/comfort, angst, implied physical abuse, implied drug use, cannibalism, murder, power imbalance, allusions to stockholm syndrome, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers
Summary: The Circus of Horrors comes to town, the screams and laughter of the people drawing in those from far and wide. Including a young woman who works at a local diner, her love for the macabre and theatre alike pushing her forward as she takes her firsts steps into the circus that would change her life forever.
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The sounds of the Circus echoed in the distance as you made your way to the entrance, the laughter and screams of the people alike causing your heart to race as you stepped into the line for the ticket booth.
You didn't know why you were so desperate to see this "Circus of Horrors", why you had saved every bit of extra grocery money or tips you had gotten from the diner in hopes of affording a ticket.
Maybe it was your love for the theatre, your fascination with the macabre; or maybe it was your subconscious need to have control of your environment, control of when you wanted to feel fear instead of being forced to feel it every time you went home.
So here you stood, waiting in line to get a ticket while counting each coin you had managed to gather. Your heart racing, nerves gripping at your trembling hands as you watched each person in front of you receive their ticket.
Some gold, some black, and some pink; the difference between them unknown to you. The thought that you might not have enough coming too late as you suddenly found yourself at the from of the line, standing before a tall man with a top hat and a mask of black and white.
"Welcome, visitor."
The man says, his tone trying for polite, professional, with an underline feeling of neutrality as he stared down at you with a critical eye.
"H-Hello, um... may I request the price of your cheapest ticket?"
You ask, trying to remain polite despite the anxiety gripping at your chest as the man paused, taking in your slightly disheveled appearance and the fresh bruise around your right eye with a look of intrigue.
"Our standard golden ticket is five dollars."
He says, his voice calm despite the way he watched you, noticing you tense at the amount.
Nowadays, five dollars would seem a reasonable amount to the working class. However, he could see the way you looked back down at the money in your hands, diligently recounting the amount and flinching when you realize you didn't have enough.
"I... I don't have enough, I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir."
You say, your head hanging with a look of genuine guilt across your face, as if the one minute it took you to ask your question was some huge inconvenience to him.
And usually it would have been, but the way you clutched the money close and turned to leave as if your last bit of hope had been snuffed out... it pulled at the Ticket Taker's heart in a way he refused to acknowledge.
"Just a moment visitor."
The Ticket Taker says, stopping you in your tracks as you turn back to him in confusion.
"Let me see."
He continues, holding out his hand in a silent demand to see your money.
With nothing else to lose, you slowly hand over the money, watching with a growing sense of confusion and anxiety as the man counts each of your coins.
"You are fifty cents short. Luckily for you, I have a special ticket for occasions such as these."
He says, taking your money and in the blink of an eye, producing a dark blue and black ticket with gold lettering.
The sight causing your eyes to widen as you stared at the ticket in awe, its coloring faded with age but clearly well taken care.
"Oh, I-I couldn't! I should be paying full price to enter."
You say, waving your hands, about to explain that you can just pull an extra shift and be back tomorrow to pay full price, only to be interrupted by the man as he held up his hand in a motion of silence.
"Nonsense, these tickets have not been sold in many years and only cost a dollar back then. If anything, you are overpaying."
Ticket Taker says, knowing that if you knew the ticket had actually been free, you would have felt guilty and most likely not taken it.
His words causing you to brighten, that hope returning to your gaze as you slowly reached out to take the offered ticket, cradling it close to your heart as you having him a bright smile.
"Thank you, sir; I really appreciate it."
You say, your words filled with genuine gratitude, causing Bil to pause as he took in the sight before him.
The joy behind your smile and the excitement shining in your gaze beneath the dark bruise reminding him so much of her, that ache in his chest growing despite the way he seemed to soften in the face of your pitiful state and genuine appreciation.
"Of course, this ticket will get you into all of the attractions except the Pink and Black tent, which are out of bounds."
He explains, watching with mild amusement as you quickly nodded your head, diligently thanking him once more and promising to stay to the restrictions of the ticket before finally walking past him.
The scent of blood and despair that had once clung to your form now being overpowered by pure joy as you faded from his view, with Bil not taking his eyes off the ticket in your hand.
A ticket he has not used since she died.
His face devoid of emotion behind his mask despite the way his heart ached as he watched you run off into the throngs of the circus, his ticket your only line of defense against the horrors within.
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Your bright smile remained firmly in place as you made your way through the circus, the dark blue ticket clutched tightly to your chest as you took in the sights of the colorful lights and the smells of sugary sweets and savory foods served in the stands along the way.
It was more then you could have ever dreamed of, the sights, the smells, the people within. Each tent you ventured into leading you deeper and deeper into the throngs of the circus as each performer told a story all their own.
The silent Pierrot and his dance of shadows, twisting them around his form as the lights of the stage shone off the glint of the knifes he threw with effortless precision. While the other audience members reactions were subdued, yours were boisterous, cheering and clapping in amazement as the show came to an end.
Missing the way the Pierrot's eyes widened behind his mask and tracked you as you left his tent.
The Doctor with bodies hanging throughout his tent, who strapped you to a chair and watched on in curiosity and intrigue as you stared upon him with awe instead of terror. Diligently following each of his instructions and taking his medical advice to heart, nodding along as he explained how underweight you were before thanking him for his time when he let you leave.
His eyes watching on behind his bird like mask as you left his tent with a smile upon your lips and a bandage in place where the needle had pierced your skin.
The purple Jester with his stories of love and jealousy as the people on the stage moved to his whims, like puppets upon strings. His words like venom and comfort wrapped into one as he toyed with a fear that was not present within you, the horror you should feel replaced only by awe of his art, of the skill behind his story telling, how his words pulled you in and made you feel for both the Poison and the Angel alike who's love was never meant to be.
All while the Jester watched on from above the stage, his critical gaze not once leaving you as he took in your genuine amazement for his story before you made your leave.
The curious stares of the circus performers and the critical glances of the people around you going unnoticed as you made your way deeper and deeper into the circus, an overwhelming sense of excitement and joy taking hold of you as you ventured further and further within.
Before finally stopping at the final attraction of the night.
A tall tent of black and green, the sound of music within drawing your attention and luring you into it's depths as you made your way inside and found a seat near the front of the stage. The crowd chatting with each other beneath the soft music that played, each of them lost to their own conversations as they waited for the show to start.
Until finally, the lights began to slowly dim; drawing the attention of all, including yourself, to the stage as a spotlight shone down from above.
Illuminating the silhouette of a tall man dressed in black and green, the hat upon his head jingling with each movement as he tilted his head, the smile upon his masked face moving in a way that wasn't quite right. A deadly edge within his toxic green gaze, like a predator looking out upon the prey that had found their way into his den, before he began to move.
The words falling from his lips like silk dipped in poison as he told the story of an angel, a jester and the fool who loved her, a story of love and hunger, of possession and obsession that dragged the angel to far and broke those who lost her. His body moving like a snake ready to strike, each movement captivating the audience and drawing them into his every word.
All while you watched on, your eyes shining as you took in his ethereal form bathed in the lights of the stage as he told his twisted form of the Commedia Dell'arte, a story you had heard many times before.
Your heart beating with each step he took across the stage, your attention never once wavering from him, hanging off each word he uttered.
Before your eyes finally met.
It was only for a moment, a second in time that past in the blink of an eye, but for that single moment... all you both could do was stare.
The green of his eyes less like a poison, and more like the sheen of an emerald held beneath the sun while he stared back at you in turn. Taking in your wide eyes filled with awe hidden beneath the bruising of a black eye, the small smile upon your lips as you watch him perform with a reverence that took his breath away.
Because for that single moment, Harlequin had experienced something he never had before.
The feeling of being the center of someone's whole world, not for his flirtations or what he could offer them, but just for performing for his own satisfaction.
That experience alone lingering with him long after he had looked away, long after his performance had ended, and longer still as he watched you make your way out of his tent, never once taking his eyes off of your retreating form.
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"Well, what a lovely surprise."
The sudden voice startles you out of your awed state, quickly turning around to find yourself face to face with the green Jester who had just finished performing.
The Harlequin.
The smile upon his mask was charming, innocently curious, as if this meeting was just as surprising to him as it was to you. Yet, his eyes hidden beyond the mask were sharp, knowing, as if he was trying to ensnare you with his gaze alone as he leaned into your space.
"How fortunate of me to stumble upon such a fascinating specimen, I've never quite seen a human like you before."
He says, his voice dripping with charm as he took a strand of your hair between his fingers, feeling the texture and the way the strands swirled around his claws like a flower bending beneath the wind.
All while you stared up at him in surprise.
"Tell me, did you enjoy the show, my dear?"
Harlequin asks, his question snapping you out of your startled daze, shaking your head before giving him a nervous but honest smile.
"Oh yes, it was quite amazing. You truly have a gift for story telling."
You say, your words genuine, filled with a soft wonder and joy fueled by the freedom you felt within the walls of the circus.
The innocence behind your words causing Harlequin's smirk to grow as he trailed his fingers down the strand of your hair.
"Such sweet words and high praise, I may actually believe you with the way you were so enraptured by my performance earlier."
He comments, watching with slight annoyance as your smile only grew, seeming to miss the subtle tease and flirtation behind his words.
"It's true, I've never heard the Commedia Dell'arte told in such a way; and the way you capture and portray the mischievous personality of the Harlequin from the original story is absolutely breathtaking!"
You gush, your words filled with joy and excitement.
All while Harlequin froze in place, his fingers stilling in your hair as he slowly registered your words.
"You... know of the Commedia Dell'arte?"
He asks, his voice devoid of the confident charm from a moment before, leaving only emotionless neutrality in it's place.
"Oh yes, it's one of my favorite stories in literature! Though, I believe I enjoy your version much better. The sorrow, the beauty, the confusion of love and hunger that drives the Harlequin to pursue the beautiful Columbine."
You say, your eyes shining with awe as you think of the story he told, missing the way Harlequin flinched at your words, his fingers trembling where they still held a strand of your hair, all while he stared down at you from behind his mask.
Of course he told the story well, it was his story to tell. After all, he had been there, had lived that very tale, had been the one to tell the original story that would later become the Commedia Dell'arte.
Of course he had portrayed the Harlequin breathtakingly, he himself was the original Harlequin.
And he didn't know weather to be annoyed or furious.
The trembling in his fingers remaining as he tightened his grip on your hair, just enough to be noticeable, before giving you another one of his charming smiles.
This one filled with far more teeth and his eyes a bit sharper as he eyed your pitiful form that he could easily snap in half with a flick of his wrist.
"Ah, a lover of the arts I see... you speak as if you know the message behind such a piece."
He says, his voice teasing, yet holding a subtle threat beneath the thinly veiled charm that went completely unnoticed by you as your smile seemed to soften.
"Perhaps not, but... I always thought it was trying to tell us that Love and Hunger were far more similar then anyone thinks. Hunger is an all consuming force, just like love.
To love in to starve for that persons attention, their joy, their sorrow, their heart as a whole. Making it very easy to confuse the two, because they are much the same. I always thought it was a beautifully macabre depiction of love, hunger and the loss of ones self to emotion."
You explain, smiling brightly as you stare up at him with a purity that made Harlequin's chest ache.
Not because of the words themselves, but because you truly seemed to believe them.
The way you described the emotions behind the story so simply, speaking of love and hunger like they were one in the same. As if it was inevitable to hunger for the one you love... as if you, a mere human, could ever truly understand the emotions behind such things.
As if he hasn't scarred his body and beaten himself for years due to the guilt of choosing his hunger over the love he thought he held for her.
Only for you, a pitiful little freak of a human, to speak such words as if they were fact.
What a delusional and disgustingly relatable way of thinking.
"Do you have any idea what kind of monster calls hunger love?"
He whispers, his words drawing your attention as the air between you both grew tense, concern overtaking your mind as you finally took notice of the strain behind his smile.
The pain behind his eyes beneath the mask he wore, the tremble in his hands as he slowly released your hair, only to take your hand into his own. Holding it tight, not enough to hurt, but enough to feel his presences as he leaned down.
The charming smile upon his mask once more, his eyes hardened in a way you didn't understand as he pressed the lips of his mask against your hand in an imitation of a kiss.
The action holding a lot more meaning then his words of flirtation from moments before.
"What a truly fascinating and beautiful woman you are."
He says, his voice soft in a way that took your breath away before he finally released your hand.
His smile all charm, his eyes shining with a curiosity and intrigue that had not been there moments before, as he finally turned away. A sway to his body and a confidence in his steps that you couldn't hope to achieve as he disappeared beyond the shadows of the tent once more.
Your hand trembling where it pressed against your chest, trying to calm your racing heart as your eyes remaining on the spot the Harlequin once stood.
Before you finally turned away, making your way towards the exit of the circus as the sounds of laughter and screams alike faded into the background. Your night of fantasy and adventure coming to an end as you passed the threshold into the town beyond, back to your normal life filled with endless nights of work, pain and fear.
All while the Circus watched on, the eyes of the Harlequin never once leaving your retreating form, watching the way other humans moved away from you, eyeing your form with a distain and disgust that he had seen directed at himself many times before.
The memory of your genuine awe as you watched his performance and the words you spoke afterwards still lingering in his mind, even when he finally turned away.
The youngest child and only daughter of Loki Laufeyson; originally created as an illusion within Loki's mind to help keep him sane during his torture upon Thanos' ship, she eventually managed to gain a physical body through the power of the Mind Stone corrupting her fathers mind and separating the two.
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Age: Born [Between Thor I and the Avengers] | 7 [Infinity Wars]
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Powers: Asgardian Magic, Frost Magic, Life Magic, Death Magic
Personality:
When on the brink of death, Loki’s magic spit in two and formed Heli, who is the representation of Loki's innocence, self loathing and unrestrained magic upon death. Because of this, half of her body is decayed and skeletal in the shade of Jotun blue to represent Loki's hidden hatred of himself and what he is.
Even so, Heli is a very sweet, energetic and curious child. She is everything that is good about Loki, his fascination with life, his want to help others, his fun-loving side that craves mischief. And despite how she was made, Heli loves her mother with her whole heart, just as Loki loves his daughter
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Fun Facts:
She is left handed
She refers to Loki as 'Mama'
Similar to her mother's horned crown, she has a crown of antlers that she wears into battle when she is older
Heli was born from pure chaos magic separating itself from its host; due to this, her magic is more tied to the world around her instead of just residing within herself, causing her magic to be much more widespread.
The reason Heli is half deformed is due to Loki’s lingering identity crisis and self-hatred during her creation, his magic reacted to these emotions and his suicidal ideation and created a being embodying his insecurities and the things he hated about himself, forcing him to face these facts and come to love them about himself in order to love his daughter
A collection of stories set in the Marvel Cinematic Universe; these stories will contain harsh language, depictions of blood, violence, torture, and other such themes that are not suited for younger audiences [MDNI]
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Loki
Light My Life
While Loki is being tortured by Thanos and comes close to death, his magic lashes out and splits into two, creating a separate being inside his mind. A baby girl with half her body rotting away that becomes his only source comfort amidst his capture, and his only reason for going on. However, upon arriving on earth, he learns that the child he created is much more real than he originally thought.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
To Be Continued...
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A collection of stories set in "The Freak Circus" (by: @nekoboydreams ) universe; an 18+ yandere visual novel that includes depictions of blood, death, murder and gore, as well as allusions to cannibalism, kidnapping and drug use.
If you would like to play the game for yourself, then please go support the creator and check it out on itch.io
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The Circus of Horrors
The Circus of Horrors comes to town, the screams and laughter of the people drawing in those from far and wide. Including a young woman who works at a local diner, her love for the macabre and theatre alike pushing her forward as she takes her firsts steps into the circus that would change her life forever.
Chapter 1 [Harlequin]
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A petite clown doll is a small, often handmade collectible figure, usually measuring between 3 to 10 inches. They typically have a porcelain head, hands, and feet with a soft, posable, or beanbag-style body.
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Age: 7
Gender: Non-Binary (They/Them)
Species: Half Human
Role: The Petite
While not an active performer in the circus, Petite helps out by handing out flyers, delivering supplies to the different tents and assisting in performances; as well as giving out golden tickets to those who are kind to them and black tickets to those who are cruel.
Personality:
Despite their age, Petite is a very intelligent, observant and sadistic child who takes pleasure in the suffering of those who are cruel to the other circus members. They are also quite playful and mischievous, often getting into trouble and sneaking around the circus during work hours.
They also have a habit of biting; not in a mean way, more of a way to show affection. Consuming someone's blood allows them to take on that persons characteristics and genetic makeup, regardless if they are human or monster.
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