#ava mason

[briabooknerd]

A shifter's curse

A shifter's rage

A shifter's recenge

A shifter's heart

A vampire's bane

A vampire's fury

A vampire's battle

A witch's storm

A witch's requital

Raven Steele and Ava Mason

[shoulda-been-a-redhead]

Chapter 2!!! Ava+Mason

When The seller came back in with a crate about the size of a college dorm refrigerator’s in both its width and height, Ava almost lost it. However, she took a deep breath and decided to play it villainous. Especially in case the shop keeper told on her. 

“Help me here, then.” She ordered the skinny man. 

Once Mason was in the box, scrunched up and looking more uncomfortable by the second, Ava closed the lid on the shipping container. She rolled the box out the back door and into the van. Supervillain had already left in his sports car, leaving Ava to take care of everything. 

“Shit, Mase.” She sort of spoke to the hero unconscious in the box. 

She shifted into drive and eased her way out of the sketchy alley. The van bumped and bumbled along the road, its suspension needed some work, Ava noted without really thinking about it. After a few hours of driving down a dusty road in a single rut, Ava heard a new noise in the back of the van. 

She crawled over the console and into the back after pulling to a bumpy stop. When she flipped the heavy lid open on the box she found Mason inverted from how he had been placed in the crate. When the lid swung up he moved his head to look. His clear eyes met hers before she could decide what she should do. 

Neither person moved. Then Ava’s phone started ringing. 

“Hello?” She answered it, still staring into Mason’s eyes, not moving an inch except to bring the phone up to her ear. 

“Are you on your way to base, sweet?” 

“Yes. I just stopped the van for a moment. There’s been a little trouble in the back. How did you know?” 

“I didn’t. I was simply checking in. Making sure my very expensive purchase was not going to be lost or damaged. Very well, then. Take your time, but I will be expecting you by dawn.” 

“Yeah.” Ava hung up the phone, making sure it was off, still watching Mason, trying to understand what must be going through his head. 

He couldn’t move and she couldn’t change that. She didn’t have the keys to the chains. But she could help with the discomfort of the situation. 

“Hey,” she said. “I’m gonna tip the box over.” 

“Who—“ Mason started to ask something, but his voice rasped and cut off. He tried again, this time getting almost a full thought out, “Ava, what the hell…” 

Ava flipped the box on its side and Mason grunted. “Ow.” 

She pulled him out by the feet and helped him roll to sit. He had on nothing but a pair of jeans and his shackles.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. 

“I don’t know, Mason. Its been a long day of surprises. Namely, Supervillain bought you. At a slave sale. What the hell you were doing there, I honestly couldn’t say.”

Mason looked down guiltily. “Yeah. Me neither.” He seemed to register her main point a moment later. “Wait— Supervillain? Bought me?” 

Ava crawled back over into the front seat and started driving again, reaching her conversation-with-a-hero limit for the day. She didn’t comment as she heard the thump in the back when she ran over a particularly large bump. 

“Ava! Seriously?” 

A small part of her still thought it was funny to make Mason aggravated. Maybe not so small a part... 

She and Mason had been mutual nemesis’ for ever. They had stolen from each other, broken each other’s bones, captured each other back and forth, and almost killed each other on many occasions. They would get so, so close to really really hurting the other, or killing them, and then pretend to fail. They did have an odd relationship: They didn’t always feel remorse for hurting the other, but still there was a small sense of sorta caring for the other’s well being. 

Still, they were very obviously a hero versus villain duo, even if there was some grey area. 

Ava was conflicted about giving Mason up to Supervillain. She didn’t know exactly what would happen with him, but she could make some guesses. 

[shoulda-been-a-redhead]

Chapter 1!!! Ava+Mason

Hi!! I’m so excited to finally put forward a real sequential storyline! I hope you enjoy!! 

Note** these are my OC’s, so ur not just like, missing a whole fandom or anything. I just got tired of dehumanizing my Characters, so now they have names. I will most likely not keep these names for all my posts ever, but ill keep them for this whole series. That being said: 

Cast list: Supervillain (thus far unnamed, maybe always) ;  Villain: Ava (she/they) ;  Hero: Mason (he/him)

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A hand grabbed around the forehead of the merchandise, squeezing its temples, then tracing over its forehead and the veins popping out from anger, and maybe a migraine too. 

“How much for this?” Supervillain asked the seller. 

“I’m willing to negotiate.” The seller jerked his head towards a doorway and the two left ot discuss money. 

Villain (Ava) stood off to the side, across the room from hero. She tilted her head back against the wall, watching the normally strong and even more strong-willed hero (Mason) kneel, restrained by his wrists, locked to his ankles, locked to the floor. The position allowed him almost no movement and forced him to look down in order to obtain any kind of comfort, or alternatively lean back and look up, risking exposing his neck. 

Ava didn’t know whether to let him know she was there, or continue melting into the shadows between the two Schwinn bicycles hanging from the wall of the cycle-shop-by-day-evil-market-by-night and never let him know she was part of this humiliating treachery. 

She had watched when Supervillain had inspected Mason, and oddly enough, and to Supervillain’s delight, Mason had not shown any signs of recognition. His head was heavy and his eyelids even more so. He was tired, hurt, drugged. 

Ava wondered how Mason, from the time she had last seen him, maybe eight months ago, had gotten degraded to nothing but a slave. I mean, she knew there were powerful people, but she had seen Mason in action, and no petty-ass kidnapper would be able to wrestle him down fairly. 

“Mason,” her voice spoke without her permission and she sunk further into the shadows, cursing herself for the slip up. Mason slowly looked up, squinting in the fluorescents. He did not move his hazy eyes her way, luckily, and just bowed his head again. 

Mason’s hair was longer now, the bronzey curls falling in front of his dirty face. He was shirtless, allowing his incredible physique to show; corded muscles tensed as anger circulated through his bloodstream. Ava watched impassively. 

Supervillain and the seller exited the back room, both looking pleased, but the seller downright grinning. He jangled some keys and crouched next to Mason, unlocking the chains that tethered him to the floor, but leaving the ones that attached his hands to his ankles. 

“You’ll have to pay a little extra to keep the cuffs.” The seller smirked at Supervillain, still unable to wipe the grin off his face. 

Supervillain handed the seller a hundred without a care. “That’s your tip, too.” 

Mason didn’t even open his mouth the whole time this transfer was going on. He couldn’t move still, and now that Ava looked more attentively at his restraints, she could see why. His hands weren’t just tied to the ankles on their side. They were cuffed to the foot on the other side. Mason’s limbs were forced to be criss-crossed behind him. 

Ava was one moment away from coming over to “help” get Mason contained and ready for transport, when Supervillain called her over. 

It was like Ava could see Mason’s ears perk up like a dogs at her name, but just a small change. His expression changed from impassive to confused, like he was trying to figure out where he knew that name from. 

Ava remembered that she had cut and dyed her hair since she last saw the hero, so the chances of him recognizing her with his dim vision were close to nil. Ava emerged from the shadows and walked to where her boss stood over her lover from ancient history. “Sir?” 

“We should probably knock it out, don’t you think? It will make transport easier.” 

“Is that not what the sedative in your pocket is for?” Ava asked, fully knowing. 

“You don’t want some fun?” Supervillain scowled. 

“Come on, Supervillain, I wore a nice outfit today. What if… it… bleeds?” Ava gestured to her rather snazzy skirt and ankle boot heels. 

“Fine. I forgot we were supposed to be going to dinner.” Supervillain rolled his eyes. 

Ava thought she had won until Supervillain brought his foot smashing down into Mason’s head. His skull hit the ground with a thud and her heart did a flip, although she didn’t flinch on the exterior. She had learned that flinching was never a good thing. Mason let out a small groan, and Ava took her chance to take the syringe of ketamine from Supervillain’s pocket and stab Mason in the shoulder with it. 

“We wouldn’t want him—it— damaged before transportation even begins, much less whatever we are using him for. What were you thinking?” Ava acted like she was mad about the practicality of smashing Mason’s skull, and in reality she was mad about several other things. 

“You may be right.” Supervillain looked down at the now unconscious Mason with almost no care in his eyes. Ava was beginning to wonder whether Supervillain even knew that this was the hero they had fought last year. He didn’t seem to care as much as she figured he would “Pack it up for me, dear.” Supervillain strolled easily out the back door of the shop. 

“Get me a crate.” Ava said to the seller. His smile faded at the fact that someone who looked like a girl was giving him such harsh orders. He replaced it with a look of contempt but went into the back room anyway. 

“Oh, hero of mine. How am I going to fix this?” Ava bent down and ran a hand along his back, over risen scars and fresher lash marks. He was a mess. And soon he’d be the center of a much, much bigger mess she would have to clean up. 

[bookishlover23]

Girls don't want Ava's Colt but her father.

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[gaanata9]

This feels like too much of a coincidence for me. I think Ava Mason might be a Homestuck.