#heroicintention

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@heroicintention - Alphard continued from here

Oliviér’s family was pureblooded wizards for sure, but he knew for a fact that both his parents and his sister liked some muggle things. Oli had integrated well with the muggles, curious about their ways and because of his little “side business” of necromancy, came into contact with quite a few of them. “It most certainly is!” he exclaimed and moved across the table to get to him, the drying herbs now forgotten at the sight of the cheeseburgers and his beautiful man. “You’ve actually never tried it? Mon Dieu!” he asked, an eyebrow slightly raised at him. He knew Alphard had been living in hiding for a long time, but he hadn’t been living under a rock and with Oli around…

“You’ve missed a lot under that big rock where I found you.” he determined and opened the bag to pull one out so he could open it for him and offer it up. “Open up.” he smirked and held it to Alphard’s mouth. He was not going to miss an opportunity to feed him, even if it was just them standing by the dinner table like two idiots. He would gladly be an idiot for him.

[storiesuntold]

“Let me help you.” 

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Connor isn’t sure how long he has been in this place. He had run. He had seen Hank in his final state, he had seen Detroit in the flames of a starting war led by deviants and humans who refused to understand. And he ran. He hid. He shrank into this small alcove, feeling lost. His world falling apart. He was supposed to return to CyberLife, but he knew what would happen.

There is no notice of the large gash that’s torn through his suit jacket and into his arm. The royal blue seeping out. But when he hears the voice, he looks up with a hazy look, his indicator flashing between yellow and red. “St-st-stay back,” he says, frightened and his voice filled with static.

He had rotten luck clinging to him, he was sure of it. Sam had helped him create a new identity and he only had a few years of being “John Rip, DPD Detective” before everything went up in flames, literally. Detroit had turned into a war zone and it had reminded him so much of what had happened in Olduvai. It was like his living nightmare returned just that instead of monsters, civilians and his team tearing each other apart it was androids and humans and nothing was clear cut either.

At first he had tried to help stop this madness somehow but without turning too much attention towards himself. It obviously hadn’t worked. Now here he was, his emergency bag slung over his shoulder and on his way out of this hell hole, which instead ended up with him slowly approaching an injured android that looked like the one who had been working with Anderson. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

John kept his hands up, trying to seem as little threatening as possible.”You’re Anderson’s partner, Connor, right? I’m John. I’m a detective too.”

[antonindoloxv]

@heroicintention - Remus contiued from here

Of course he could have dodged without hitting back. But the satisfaction had been way too good to finally beat the shit out of the idiot, even if it was just one punch. There was no regret in his eyes or on his face, salve already applied on his knuckles which made it heal already. “If you expect me to not protect myself, or you, at any time from anyone, you have the wrong opinion of me,” he said. He’d allowed Remus' friends into their home because he knew they meant alot to him, even after acting like total jerks towards his fellow slytherin and bullying others while in school. But they weren’t in school anymore, but somehow Black had missed that memo and still acted like a juvenile brat.

“It wasn’t just that he tried to hit me.” he said seriously, but his eyes were softer as he looked at his longtime partner. Sure, Black’s hurled words of anger and hatred towards him had hurt his pride a little, but it was when he’d turned to Remus that he’d felt the need to put his foot down. Remus was not to be disrespected. Not in his own house, not by his friends, not in Antonin’s company, or at any time at all. So all in all, Black got what he deserved and at least Potter was man enough to take a step back and remove Black from the scene. “He’ll come crawling back. He always did.” he scoffed. In Antonin’s opinion remus shouldn’t forgive him, or ignore him for a long time instead of forgiving him the moment he showed his face again. But did his opinion really matter here?

[wanderingxmuses]

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“As stubborn as usual.” She mumbled under her breath as Jason tried to downplay his injuries. The girl had watched everything that had gone down from afar. She cursed herself for not getting there in time. Her eyes followed the man as he tried to get his bearings. As he started to stumble a little, she quickly moved to his side to help steady him. 

“I know you’re too prideful to accept help, but I saw what happened. Please, Jay just this once let me at least get you to a safe house then I’ll leave if that’s what you want.” There was a sense of desperation in her voice. She knew he could handle himself, but the thing was that he didn’t have to. 

[sensesdialed-aa]

"What are you doing out here on the roof? The party's inside." (Love Harley)

@heroicintention​ // new year’s / new year’s eve starters

    Peter jumps a bit the moment he hears the familiar voice, his head quickly whipping to the side to catch sight of Harley, before his posture relaxes again. He can usually tell when people are sneaking up behind him, thanks to his senses, but he doesn’t think they warn him about people he trusts. He’s glad it’s Harley and not someone else, and he considers pushing himself up from where he sits on the edge of the roof, looking out at the city, but doesn’t stand quite yet. “Oh-- um...sorry, I-- uh, I didn’t think anybody noticed-” He laughs briefly, but without much humor. “It was just-- uh, really loud in there? Parties are kinda overwhelming, and my-- uh, senses kinda started acting up, I figured I’d just sit up here for a bit...before going back inside. I can come back in now-”

[aparecium-muses]

“it doesn’t show signs of stopping.” To Evan From Regulus

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Evan felt absolutely bleak and he rubbed his hands over his face. At least he’d been able to sneak off, see a friend during the holiday so he didn’t go completely mad trying to be the most composed being in front of his father. He was almost sure he was trembling now… and he doubted that would grow any better.

“It’s only getting worse,” Evan said in agreement, sounding absolutely worried, “They’ve started talking about a child now, you know. They plan to kill a child, an infant. I heard Crouch laughing over it..”

He wasn't expecting his comment to get an answer, as he stared off into the night leaning against the balcony railing, the heating charms chasing away the biting cold. A cigarette hung limply between his fingertips, a habit he had gained after joining the Death Eaters and being made aware of what he truly signed up for.

"Oh, sweet morgana," he whispered in horror, dropping the cigarette as he connected another piece of the puzzle. "Did they say why?" Even as he asked it he had a bad feeling that this child was to be used in the ritual to create another Horcrux, possibly the final one.  He had realized his Lord took a liking to magically powerful numbers, three and seven being the more popular.

[lordcarlisle]

( @heroicintention liked this post for a teen!harry starter )

Harry twisted in his seat to stretch out his back in the shade of the tree he was sitting under. Exams were over and Christmas break was looming ever closer. It wasn't that Harry didn't like Christmas, he just didn't want face his father again. But then, when did he ever want to see the man?

He closed his eyes and sighed briefly before pushing himself up to stand and grabbed his book bag. Harry looked up once he had gathered up all his things and smiled at the figure approaching him.

"Procrastinating packing, eh? Guess we're in the same boat."

[itswasteland]

@heroicintention continued from here 

“Sounds like you’re calling most people idiots by that,” Steve said with a raised brow and a small upturn of his lips. “Not that I disagree.. I fought a war and some days I feel like no one remembers a damn thing about it. Maybe if they did, things would be calmer..”

A pause and then a shrug. “Or maybe they’d be the same… no way to know, really. In any case, I don’t think I’ve ever made the same mistake twice.“

“I am,” Tony said without looking up. His hands were moving a million miles a minute, typing on his holographic keyboard, sipping his coffee, twisting a gear out of an old Iron Man repulsor and stripping the wire--none of it with any pause between activities. It took him a moment, therefore, to realize the implications of what he’d said--or at least how Steve must have heard it. “People want to forget, Cap. It’s human nature.”

It was a nature Tony didn’t have, but he wished he did. He couldn’t forget anything; once he saw it, he knew it forever. Once he got a question going in his head, it stuck around like a virus, until he figured it out. It was why he didn’t sleep. It was why he used to drink. Now that he was sober, it was why he’d built nearly a hundred new Iron Man armors over the course of a few months, just to keep himself busy. 

Steve’s last words were enough to get Tony to look up. He even set down the welding iron. “Nah, I bet you never did,” he agreed. He’d spent his whole life hearing about how perfect Captain America was, and it used to bother him--a lot, actually--but Steve Rogers was a whole other ball game. Steve Rogers, he actually believed in.