#mag extra

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they deserve to will be happy. || enjoy this while i find motivation to write. i left it somewhere in my room… || @see-the-divine @fallingfavourites

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I had a few questions about livs age and I cant remember if you mentioned any of these in the mag series 😭 how old was liv in s1 of mag? like 25/26? i think we talked about that one a bit. how old was she when she was taken from her family? and how old was she when she left the red room? + around what age would she have started kind of going against dreykov before leaving? or did she just leave out of the blue?

i don’t think i’ve ever specifically mentioned her age but in s1, i pictured her about the same age i assumed matt was (in my head, im right about it too. idk if anything ever specifically talks ab his age either) which is about 26 yeah. so by the end of the netflix canon, she should’ve been about 32. i think i have her about 2 years older than yelena but younger than nat.

she was given to the red room when she was two years old. her parents were approached several time for a few months after she was born but her mom didn’t want to give her up. marina (mom) decided to take her on the run but after a few years and a dozen different cities, rafael (dad) got tired of it and made the “hard choice” to have her over for a fat check

now her red room background… so i started piecing this when i started playing with the ideas of her void rooms. it kinda starts when she’s nine, the first time she has to kill someone herself. she was told it was only gonna hurt him but she watches a boy her age die bc of her. then there’s when she’s a few years older and june is brought in, livia is challenged to kill her to ‘protect her legacy’ in the red room. she refuses, obviously, but it really lets those seeds of doubt take root. i’d say she left when she was 20/21?

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(tiktok’s threatening to mute this one) practically all of liv’s friends are problematic and we love that for her // @fallingfavourites @see-the-divine

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at this point, i’m gonna have an edit for every freaking song in this musical // @fallingfavourites

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makes every edit but the mattlivia silver spoon // bonus points to whoever knows where the voiceovers come from // @fallingfavourites

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in a way this is so Livia and Elektra if you think about it

the universe robbed us of elektrivia (until one day i go crazy and makeup a college blurb)

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you ask about kids I don’t know if I'm able

JJ with silver spoon 😊😭 (trying to come up with a ship name for them)

“SHE GOT OUT BEFORE THE GRADUATUON CEREMONY! SHE CAN BUT SHES SCARED!!” I SCREAM AS THEY DRAG ME BACK TO THE WHITE PADDED ROOM

(but maybe their last names. does june have one? [i ask bc i genuinely cannot remember])

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this is solely bc inspo struck and i wanna write another scene that kinda mirrors this later in her black widow story // i wrote all of this literally right now // anyway here’s what i consider julivia’s first meeting // @fallingfavourites

The girl didn’t have the same strength Livia did.

She sported a much smaller frame with delicate looking limbs, but the markings of her suit were undeniable. The red triangles that followed the curves of her waist, the tilted hourglass of a visor across her mask in the same shade.

She was a Widow, a new type that Livia had no information on. When Livia reached out with her own powers, she expected to find the same blankness other Widows who came for her had, but this one didn’t have it. She was aware of herself in the same way Livia was.

Even still, Livia’s power seemed to hit a wall. A surface-level reading was all the woman could manage.

“He found another.” Livia mused, prowling around the girl like a predator. The girl spun in time to keep Livia in front, but that familiar bitterness tinged Livia’s tongue. A full Widow wouldn’t be intimidated so easily. “What type of mindwork can you do?”

“Mindwork?” The girl answered. Her voice was flat as she tried to mask her true feelings.

It didn’t work.

“That’s what Dreykov called it, wasn’t it?” Livia stopped and smiled a smile that was anything but friendly. “And don’t try to tell me-“ Livia tapped the emblem at the base of her throat. “-you aren’t his. Your suit is a dead giveaway to those who know.”

“So were you.” She spat and there was venom in those words. Livia latched onto that anger and toyed with it.

“The mask sets me apart but trust me. I know more of what he’s put you through more than anyone on this planet.”

“You were his favorite.” She spoke quietly as the realization sunk in.

“You’re quick for someone so… young.” Livia taunted.

The girl ahead of her palmed one of the blades from her thigh. Livia reached behind her and pulled one of her own. The girl’s head shifted to the blade then back to Livia’s face. Livia didn’t need to see the girl’s eyes to know they were blown wide.

“You see, little one.” Livia waved the blade as she spoke, careful and subtle movements brought her closer to the girl. “I’ve spared too many of his toys.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” Her voice wavered.

“You can lie, but your feelings don’t.” Livia looked around at the yellow haze surrounding the girl.

“When you woke up today, you didn’t think you could die. Did you?” Livia reached the other hand and pulled a second blade. She spun both handles in her palm till the blades were parallel with her forearms. “Neither did I.”

The girl’s feet shifted to a fighting stance. Her empty hand raised into a loose fist to protect her face, but she didn’t have enough training to know how to steel herself, how to stop the tremble. Livia winked before she attacked.

“Everything I’ve done since.” Livia said angrily, more a growl than anything.

Her knives swung with her fists but the girl was agile. She was able to avoid the brunt of Livia’s blows but the sharp edge of Livia’s weapons were truer than her fists. She drew blood off the small girl, slicing lines along her collarbone.

“Has been a bid to survive.” Stomach.

“Keep me alive.” Side.

“Protect my friends.” Thigh.

“He won’t take more from me.” Arm.

The girl spun away and Livia swiped along the back of her shoulders. The girl stumbled away, panting heavily as her suit became more red than black. With a frown, Livia tucked a stained blade away.

“Yield.” Livia warned. She grabbed the girl’s bicep and yanked her close. The girl squirmed, her small knife clattering to the ground as she clawed for Livia’s hand. Livia scoffed and slammed her knee to the girl’s lower back, forcing the less than threatening opponent to the ground. Livia wedged her blade between them, the tip threatening the back of the girl’s neck. “Yield or die.”

“Exodus?” The familiar voice came from the other side of the rooftop.

An instinct to look at him reared its head but she shoved the idea down. She kept her gaze on the kneeling figure.

“Get out of here.” She said lowly, a threat in her voice she didn’t remember putting there. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Who is that?” He asked.

The girl shifted and Livia pushed her blade. A small bubble of blood came and the girl froze. Livia pushed out her power as well, pinning the girl with her own fear.

“Dammit, just leave!”

She was so focused on keeping her opponent incapacitated that she didn’t realize her borderline ally had gotten to her side. He reached for the hand with the knife, trying to pull it away. Livia’s gaze snapped up, in turn stealing the focus on her power, and the girl leapt away.

Livia practically snarled at the man beside her. Before she could scold him, the girl was at his side with a hand on his neck.

“Go stand on the ledge.” She said calmly. “And be silent.”

To Livia’s shock, that’s exactly what the Man in the Mask did.

Her eyes flicked to the girl’s dainty fingers. No wonder she was less than adept at combat. She didn’t need to fight, not when she could command a man’s will.

“When you woke up, you didn’t think you could die.” The girl repeated Livia’s words as she stepped closer.

Livia didn’t back down, though she recognized she was losing leverage. If that girl so much as touched her, she’d be at her mercy. Suddenly, the non-threatening girl had all the power to end Livia’s life without raising a weapon.

The girl was the weapon.

“Bring him down.” Livia warned, gripping her blade tighter.

“You don’t decide that.” She snapped. “I do… Not so tough now, are you?” She mocked, her head tilting as if she was studying Livia.

“I will kill you for this.” Livia’s tone was sharp enough to cut stone.

The girl chuckled to herself and it ignited a rage in Livia’s chest. She breathed deeply, fueling the fire to ignite her skin, her muscles, her very breath. Red clouded her vision as she lunged.

The girl sprinted towards the ledge and Livia acted solely on instinct. She flicked her wrist and the blade went flying, burying itself in the ground at the girl’s feet. She skidded to a halt and Livia tackled her. With a knee against the younger one’s chest, Livia pulled the gun from her thigh.

She yanked the girl’s mask off and pressed the cold metal against her forehead. Livia was met with an all-too familiar set of eyes.

She’s just an infant… Just a little girl. What kind of imminent threat is she that I cannot avoid, Miss?

That hesitation was all the girl needed. Her slender fingers reached Livia’s skin and though the girl winced at the heat, she spoke.

“Put the gun to yourself and get off me.” She commanded.

Livia fought it. She urged her own anger to burn hotter, to sear through her. Her hand moved of its own accord so she let the fire fade. Instead, she reached for her own lurking desperation.

She would not die of her own hand. She would not die due to the girl’s mindwork.

“Stop this.” Livia struggled, hoping to pin her own muscles in place.

The girl’s power rolled against her mental walls, battering against it. Her own power wasn’t enough to keep the little one’s influence out.

“You didn’t think you could die, but you don’t decide.” The girl’s voice was icy.

Livia’s knees hit the ground of the roof with a thud. With a shaky hand, Livia pressed her own gun under her chin. She could feel the Man in the Mask’s panic slamming into her. She was focusing too much on keeping her finger away from the trigger to block him out.

Livia watched the girl get to her feet.

“I should’ve killed you.” Livia bit out.

The girl lifted a shoulder in a lazy shrug. She turned to the Man in the Mask, waiting silently on the ledge. A new panic welled in Livia’s chest at the unfamiliar helplessness.

Livia’s other hand flexed in her lap. She heard the buzz of her Bite around her wrist and she could feel a faint tingle at her thigh.

A new idea blossomed and she didn’t hesitate. She fired her weapon and the relentless shock hit her leg. Livia yelped and her muscle twitched but her locked arm dropped and she felt the surge of control of her body.

Quickly, she shot over the girl’s shoulder. The girl dropped to a kneel and Livia bolted. She tucked the weapon as she reached the ledge and shot an anchor point into the roof.

Livia threw one of the Mask’s arms over her shoulder and wrapped one of her around his waist.

“Trust me.” She said lowly and he barely managed a nod.

She stepped them both off the ledge.