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Time-Traveler

A/N: This was written before the Infinity war premiere and is solely based on the trailer and assumptions both from me and from Tumblr that I’ve seen. All the spoilers that may or may not lie ahead are purely coincidental so read at your own risk if you haven’t seen the movie yet.

Word count: 1664

Warnings: spoilers?, foreshadowing lol, and please, let’s not forget the angst

Being a time-traveler is quite fun. You’re immortal, you always look young, you rock at history and always seem to win at arguments concerning any historical event. But the best part of it all is the power. The power to know so much more than any of the historians in the whole world. And before you ask, yes, I can travel through the future as well. Actually, that is one of the reasons as to why I’m standing in the lobby of the Avengers tower, waiting to speak with Mr. Stark.

I dialed the phone number and once the first beep was heard, a female voice sounded immediately after, “Stark Industries, Avengers Tower. How may I help you?”

“Excuse me, but who am I talking to? I thought this was supposed to be Mr. Stark’s private number.”

“It is, but due to a recent incident, all calls that are directed towards Mister Stark will have to go through me, Pepper Potts.” I smiled at her attitude.

“Well then, Miss Potts, could you please tell Mr. Stark that I have an important issue that I must discuss with him immediately.” I said walking over to the fridge to get myself some leftover pizza from last night.

“I apologize Miss, but Mr. Stark is busy.”

“As said Miss Potts, this is an urgent issue that I need to discuss-“

“And as I said, he is busy-“

“I don’t care that he’s busy let-“ I said with a mouth, full of pizza.

“I can’t-“

“It concerns-“

“Miss I’m going to hang-“

“Peter Parker.” I finished and swallowed the pizza that I had been chewing on.Immediately the line went quiet and the only thing I could hear were her quick intakes of air.

“Excuse me, but what did you just say?”

“I said that this concerns Peter Parker. I am aware of how much Mr. Stark cares about the teenage boy and I want to help him prevent a catastrophic future event. But I can only do that with Mr. Stark’s help. So please, Miss Potts, I need to see him as soon as possible." I could tell that she was contemplating her options. She had two. Let something horrible happen to Peter Parker, or disobey protocol and safety measures and smuggle me in. Finally she had made her choice.

“Come in three hours here at the Avengers tower and wait for Mr. Stark in the lobby. I’ll see what I can do. Do not be late.” And with that the line went dead.

Exactly three hours later, I was standing by the door of Mr. Stark’s office, leaning on the wall. Suddenly the doors opened and a man in his early fifties waltzed out, dressed in a plain blue shirt with the Stark Industries logo on his chest and black jeans, adorned with black trainers on his feet. His hair was a tad bit ruffled and his brown eyes looked tired as if he hadn’t slept in days. He turned to look at me, who was leaning on the wall beside the door frame to his office, and his eyes immediately sparkled.

“Follow me,” he said.I complied and followed him through the countless hallways of the tower. Taking the lift to one of the top floors, we stepped out into a spacious room, filled with all different kinds of machinery and equipment. I did a 360 degree turn and noticed all the mess in the lab and all the suits, both robotic and basic, littering the desks and walls, even floor.Some were black with either blue or purple details, respectively. Others were red and yellow Iron Man suits along with black and silver War Machine suits, and there were also some suits with metallic wings and with metallic headpieces. The one that actually hurt me the most, though, was a red, blue and white suit, tucked nicely in a metal box with a round shield and helmet of the same colours lying on top of it. Ripping my eyes away from it I looked over to Tony, only to see him staring intently back at me, nursing a glass of whiskey in his right hand.

“So what did you want to talk about so urgently?” He asked quietly, as if he feared the answer that he would receive. And he was right to do so.

“Do you believe in time-travel Mr. Stark?” He just stood there, staring dumbly at me.

“I’ve seen aliens fall from the skies, I’ve seen a man turn into a ten foot tall, green, rage-filled monstrosity, a whole country destroyed in the matter of minutes and men who should’ve been dead, reemerge from blocks of ice." He set his ember filled glass on the table near him. "I’ve seen the woman I love, fall to her death and then appear alive and well. I’ve seen demigods and rips and holes in the matter of space and time itself," his brown eyes flickered to my form standing beside one of his suits, "so why not?” My heart ached for this man. He had seen so much and went through so much, yet he still stands tall and strong.

“Well then, Mr. Stark, we will become good friends in the near future anyway, so I might as well tell you the truth now. Well, part of it anyway.” He looked so broken, so torn, as if he wanted to know and to stay ignorant of the future at the same time. It almost made me not want to tell him. “You might want to sit down for this one Tony. Can I call you Tony? I’ll call you Tony.”

“This is about Peter, isn’t it? What have you seen, what happens to him? Answer me!” His voice raised and his eyes were turning wild, but I stood my ground nonetheless. “Answer me!” His arm accidentally pushed the whiskey glass off the table and it shattered on the cold tile floor.

“Tony, calm down, okay? This isn’t just about Peter, it’s about all of you. I can’t tell you of what’s to be, but I can tell you that something big is coming your way. Something much, much bigger than anything you’ve ever seen  or faced before. And because I can’t tamper with time myself, I need you to do it. So will you, please, please, save the world once again?” Halfway through my speech Tony had sat down, his hands holding his head. “Ready?”All he did was nod, looking down at the shattered glass.

“What's your name anyway?” His eyes looked up at me and I slightly froze, but brushed it off.

“That is not of importance right now. Recording?” I asked looking around, waiting for the reply of the male A.I. Instead I heard a female voice respond.

“Yes Miss. Please begin.”

“Good.” Stealing a glance towards the Captain’s suit, I exhaled a long sigh and closed my eyes. “Most importantly, modifications to the Spiderman suit. Check the air ventilation and the levels of oxygen in his suit. Disarm the instant kill mode and in three months on the 29th of September, under no circumstances are you to let him on the school trip to Washington DC, do you understand?” He was pacing through the lab, occasionally stealing glances towards me. "Do you understand?"

“Yes, next?”

“Next, you must strengthen the wings of the Falcon suit and connect them well to the body. Create small transformable blades that will help Scarlett Witch fight, if in any case, her powers decide to go…wonky.” At that his eyes locked on mine and I had to look away from the sheer intensity they held. “And add wireless and limitless coms controlled by either your suit or myself, so that there are two bases. If one breaks, the other will still work. And lastly.” Tony turned to me and once he saw me staring at his suit, he walked over to me.“Something happens to me doesn’t it?” His voice snapped me out of my trance and I side glanced at him.“No, but you will need to keep close watch on your suit. And double check it. Always.”

“Why?”

“Promise me.”

“Okay, but why? Does it kill me or something?” He asked taking a sip from a new glass of whiskey and walked over to the big windows, covering the entire wall.

“I can’t disclose that information Tony. Something does happen, but I can’t tell you what, when or to who.” I joined him by the windows, looking over the busy New York streets. “I have to go now, but I promise I will be back, okay?”He was quiet for a few minutes, deep in thought, before he fully turned to look at me and nodded.

“Okay. But be back soon. And be careful, don’t want you dying before the big battle has even started.” He laughed dryly.I smiled and walked out of the lab, leaving the broken man to nurse his almost empty glass whiskey while looking out of the window, not noticing the blond haired man, from across the street, staring at him.

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So I never caught your name?

Author's Note: So I had this idea for a while and I have finally decided to post it and I hope you like it. Also Kas-Iel's name is pronounced like Castiel just without the t. And this is a DC/Marvel crossover.

Word Count: 2389 (cool)

Warnings: Frustrated Bruce/Batman (yes, that is a warning don't judge), mentions of death and so, a bit of sass? Also tell me if I had missed anything

Characters: Kas-Iel (OC), Bruce Wayne/Batman, Diana Prince/Wonder Woman, Clark Kent/Superman, Dariyal (OC), Odin (mentioned)

Smoke filled the air and rubble fell all around me. People were screaming and running all around, trying to escape the clutches of death, but it was all in vain. Red beams cut the air, a golden whip shined though the cloud and black and silver blades flew across the smoke. They kept knocking the creature back but that didn’t do anything to even remotely slow him down. It always kept getting back up and attacking with even more force, hell, even Superman couldn’t do anything to it, he couldn’t even touch it.

A particularly loud howl made me snap my head up. The place was empty, save for the three figures fighting against a monstrous creature that just barged into the large ballroom. Batman landed right next to the pillar that I was hiding behind and his mask was a little bit cracked, showing parts of his face that seemed extremely familiar. His eyes turned to look at me briefly and something shined in them, before he turned back to the battle again. 

This creature was after me, I knew that. I just didn’t know if I had either the courage or power to take it on. My mind was reeling and it was driving a hundred miles per hour. Time was running slim and I knew that they wouldn’t be able to hold it back for much longer. So, deciding against my morals and instincts telling me to run as far away and as fast as my legs could carry me, I stood up and walked out from behind the pillar.

“Is it me you’re looking for Dariyal?” My voice resonated though out the room, silencing the three fighters. The two warriors turned to face me with shock etched into their features, but the vigilante just kept on staring at the monstrosity. The creature looked up and locked its glowing red eyes on my tall and broad figure. The dress that I had chosen to wear was a long dark blue dress with lace at the top along with lace sleeves and a midnight blue tulle covering the floor length skirt, topped with silver platform heels. The skirt was loose enough to fight in and to hide my weapons as well. The recorder was lying broken a few meters away from my feet but I didn’t pay it any attention. I was more focused on the slimy beast before me. His howl resonated throughout the ballroom and I took that as a confirmation.

“Well then, let us dance, shall we?” My voice was confident and a sly smirk graced my lips. Not even a moment later, silver metal cuffs had appeared on my forearms and my transformable bow was in my hands with the quiver filled with arrows strapped to my thigh. An arrow was notched onto the string and I pulled it back like it was made of feathers, which in fact could not be pulled by anyone who wasn’t worthy enough to do so. Thor gave me the idea for that one. I took aim and the moment he moved to attack, the arrow was released. It cut through the air and it lodged itself into the creature’s shoulder. Its shriek of pain shook the building but it didn’t give up. Instead, he ripped the arrow out of its shoulder and launched himself towards me but before it could reach me, it was shoved into a nearby table and then a pillar by a blue and red blur.

“A bow and arrows? Are you actually serious?” A robotic like voice spoke from about seven meters away and I straight assumed that it was the bat.

“Oh shut up Batsy, I’m not the one dressed up like its Halloweeen.” I could feel his glare on me but I didn’t care and searched for the little strap which I could button up on the outside of the dress so that my right leg would be visible. Locking it in place, the quiver strapped to my right thigh showed and I wrapped my fingers around another arrow. Notching it, I aimed and released. I released arrow after arrow but the bastard kept on coming back. By now my quiver was almost empty and I was growing annoyed. “You know what? Fuck it.”

By a silent command, green light encircled my hands and arms and I lifted them towards the infuriated creature. Gasps were heard from the three superheroes but I didn’t pay them any mind. I could feel my hair changing and my eyes lighting up a familiar ember green colour. Midnight blue tattoos appeared all over my arms, face and legs and my hair had turned a striking snow white colour. The creature lunged at me but I was quick to retaliate. Green light shot out of my palms and it hit the beast straight in the chest, sending it flying through one of the windows. The other three were gaping at me and Superman looked kind of sick and pale.

“How?” Wonder Woman’s question snapped me out of my focused state and I tuned to look at her. Her brown eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. Scratches littered her arms and legs and blood dripped from her lip and temple. Her whip was in her left hand and her sword and shield on her back. I turned to look at Superman and kind of pitied him a bit, guilt finding its way into my gut.

“Why don’t you take a guess?”

Another roar filled the air and my head snapped towards the source of it. The creature was up and it was more than furious. And I think that that’s steam rising from his ears...

“We need to get it out of here. There are civilians and as I remember creatures like him don’t like water.” Wonder Woman still stared at me but quickly snapped out of whatever trance she was in and motioned for Superman to help her. He shakily stood up and followed her towards the harbour of Metropolis City. I looked at Batman and he silently nodded, agreeing to drive me there.

We were halfway there when he decided to ask me a question: “So,” I glanced his way and immediately regretted asking of him to drive me. “What are you?” Deciding that it’s best to not let him in on anything I answered his question.

“Weren’t you the smart one, Mr. Wayne?” He snapped his head towards me and he saw the sly smirk plastered on my face. I knew I was riling him up and I knew that that wouldn’t end well. “The best kind of fun is when you can toy around with humans. Oops,” Batman screeched the Batmobile to a halt and I turned to look at him, “did I say that out loud? Well, anyway, thank you for the ride Mr. Wayne, I’ll see you around, all right?” And with that I got out of the car.

The battle was already going on and Superman and Wonder Woman barely had a grip on things. Sighing, I lit my fists up and I could already see Superman faltering in his advances. “Get Superman out of here. We don’t want him dying again, don’t we?” Wonder Woman was quick to act and pulled him away, the monster screeching.

Slowly rising in the air, I glared the monster down and if looks could kill this creature would’ve already spontaneously combusted. But knowing its heritage I knew that it wouldn’t have any effect on it if he actually did. So closing my eyes and exhaling, I got ready to do what I was born and raised to do. Snapping my emerald eyes open and spreading my arms, I called upon the ancient warrior and defender of the Kryptonians. Smirking, I aimed my hands towards the creature and Kryptonite green beams shout out of them, hitting the creature straight in its scaly and web looking chest.

The creature was one of the very few left Masmars of the universe. It would hunt for its next victim for millions of years and once it finally settles down on a rich planet, the only thing that could defeat it was kryptonite. Something that I had in masses, flowing though my veins.

“Aren’t you glad to see me again, Dariyal?”

“No, not really, ancient one. Or would you prefer Kas-Iel?” Growling I lunged at him and connected my fist with its nose, I hope. Hearing a satisfactory crack underneath my knuckles, I smirked.

“Don’t call me that you sick bastard.” My voice was ferocious and my vision was turning red. How dare he utter my name?

“Kas-Iel? I know that name… My mother used to tell me stories about a woman named Kas-Iel, protector of the universe and creator of the Kryptonite. The one who guards the gates to…” A solemn look Wonder Woman’s way confirmed her suspicions. “You’re THE Kas-Iel… oh my god, you’re my hero!”

“What are you even… You know what, never mind. I have a job to finish, so now if you are done with your little fanboy episode, I would like to get back to the task at hand. Thank you.” Turning around, I faced Dariyal. His large void like eyes held a dangerous gleam to them.

“But I did miss our fights. You were the one who was the feistiest out of them all. And that, my dear, was probably the key to your survival. The ancient warrior and the first guardian of the Galaxy. I’m sure that Odin would be proud of you.”

“Odin is dead.”

He fell silent but soon a smirk appeared on his old and burned face. The dangerous glint returned in his red eyes and he got ready. “Perfect.”

Seconds after, I was flung into a nearby container, denting the metal and breaking it. Groaning, I strained to stand up and after a few moments struggling, I was finally on my feet. But not for long. His hands grabbed me and threw me over the harbour and I landed in the water, knocking the air out of my lungs. It was like his force had suddenly returned and I groaned internally. Now I have to blast him again. You see, I’m not entirely immortal. Yes, I do live a  long, long life, but I am not a goddess like Wonder Woman or even Superman. I will die eventually, but I still got a long way to go. But the problem here is my ability. Every time I use the kryptonite flowing through my veins, it shortens my lifetime by a few days. And the longer i use it and the more power I add, it shortens my life all the more. It speeds up the process and I’ve been trying to lessen my usage of the power, but that seems to be going well. Anyway, back to the present. Strong arms pulled me up and out of the water. My eyes landed on long, black and wet hair. Wonder Woman let go of my hand and proceeded to run towards the monster and hitting it straight in the face, sending it flying into a red container. Shaking my head I stood up as well.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay with Superman?” I had a smile on my face as I coughed up some water and lit up my fists with that familiar green colour.

“You did.” She punched Dariyal again, but he just swatted her away like you would do to a fly.

“But you didn’t listen. Yes, I can see that, thank you.” I clicked my tongue and looked over to Dariyal. His nostrils were flaring and his chest was heaving. His nails had grown into talons and his teeth had become sharper than before, and his eyes glowed an even more menacing red colour, if that’s even possible. His glare intensified and he let out an ear splitting roar and lunged. His growls shook the ground as he jumped up in the air. Closing my eyed and concentrating on his atomic build, I pointed my palms towards him and with my eyes still closed I fired.

Green light shot out of my hands and flew towards the target that I had set in my mind. I could feel the power draining my life force, shortening it by minutes, hours, days, weeks. The more I held on, the more weakened I became. Dariyal finally crashed down on the ground, in a crumpled heap of slime, flesh and blood. Dirt exploded and the cement beneath him cracked under the force of his fall. Silently looking over to Wonder Woman, she nodded and rushed to pick him up and throw him in the water

As soon as Dariyal’s weakened body touched the water, it started burning and evaporating. Once his entire body was dipped in the water, a large cloud of smoke rose above the water and harbour, stretching all the way to Gotham city. Wonder Woman was by the edge, looking over the water with a thoughtful look on her face. Batman stayed in the background doing whatever he could to get Superman’s strength back, but the only remedy was time. Sure, he would grow weak whenever I used my powers near him, but when they were shoved deep down beneath the surface he would be fine around me.

Soon enough, the both of them joined Wonder Woman and me by our side and looked over the water. The damage in Metropolis City was large and the government would surely want compensation for it. I’m pretty sure that both Bruce and I would end up donating funds to ease up the damage and the governments hate for the group of meta-humans and vigilante. But soon enough, they would have a new addition.

“So, I never caught your name?” Batman turned his head to look at me, his calculating guess trying to find out the most he can about me. But I knew how to play his game, so I did just that. I played

“I never gave it to you, Mr. Wayne. So now if you’ll excuse me Miss Prince, Mr. Klark, I have a few things to get to.” And with a snap of my fingers I was gone in a puff of green smoke, leaving the three heroes dumbfounded.

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Happy birthday!

Author’s note: First of all, I wish happy birthday to the amazing @becaamm and hope you had the best day and that everything you want will come true. Second, this has not been edited by anyone, so there is bound to have a few mistakes and so. Third I hope you like it.

Word count: 2164

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OC, Dean Winchester x OC, Charlie Bradbury x OC, Jody Miills x OC, Castiel x OC (all of them platonic)

Warnings: Idk, mentions of death and fluff, i guess?

I was awoken by loud knocking on my front door. No, not knocking, pounding. Groaning, I cursed the angels who let the person at my door wake me up from my not so peaceful slumber. The pounding got louder as I neared the polished dark oak wood, afraid that whoever was behind it would break it. Leaving the silver pistol in its drawer I stupidly swung the door open and very, very viciously hissed:

"What?!" The two men who were at the door stumbled backwards, but quickly recovered.

"Well, good morning to you too Beca."

"It's three in the morning, Dean, what are you doing on my door?" I asked slowly, still woozy from just waking up and with my appearance I could be mistaken for a homeless person.

"We need your help. "He said pushing through the door, making me stumble, but Sam was quick enough to catch me. Mumbling I shut the door behind me and locked it. "What was that?"

"Oh nothing Dean, I was just commenting on how you decided to just pound on my door at three in the morning whenever you need my help." But he was already in my kitchen, raiding it for a piece of pie he knew that I always kept for these kind of situations. "Why am I even bothering?" Sam just flashed me an apologetic smile. "Let me just grab my first cup of coffee for the day-well night."

"Oh come on sleeping beauty, you've already had your five-hour beauty sleep." I walked to the kitchen and ushered him out of it, threatening to him with a rolling pin if he didn’t leave me alone. Grabbing the steaming cups of coffee I walked to the living room to see Sam looking thought the photos placed on the shelves in between books and Dean lying on the couch with his legs on the white wooden coffee table.

"Okay first off burro*,” I nudged his legs off of the table. ”it's my birthday. That means I can sleep for as long as I want to," placing one of the cups in front of Dean along with a piece of pie on a plate and handing the second one to Sam I plopped down in one of the plush wine red armchairs and turned to stare at Dean, who was gulping down the pie as if he hadn’t seen one in years. "but seeing as you two are here, I guess I gotta scratch that off from my to-do list." I finished and took a sip of the hot coffee.

“Yeah, um, sorry about that.” Sam’s voice startled me and the mug I was holding in my hand slipped from my fingers and I yelped when the burning liquid touched my skin. Jumping up from the seat and Sam cursing, I set the mug on the table and grabbed the paper towels that Sam had grabbed from my kitchen counter and dabbed the wet stains.

“Great, just great.” The skin on my thighs was starting to hurt so I excused myself to the bathroom conjoined to my bedroom to take a cold shower and change my clothes for new clean ones. A few minutes after, I exited the bathroom fully dressed in a red t-shirt, a dark jean jacket and matching dark medium bottom bell jeans along with my brown ankle boots. Putting my brown hair up in a ponytail, I left the bedroom and walked down the hallway leading to the living room. Hearing hushed voices I tried to eaves drop but the voices were too quiet so I gave up and instead walked straight in. Sam and Dean straightened their backs up as soon as they saw me enter the room. A phone clattered to the ground, but Dean was quick enough to pick it up before I could see who he was texting.

“Is everything okay?” Confusion appeared on their faces but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

“Nope. Come on, we got a case to solve.” Dean replied quickly, as if trying to cover something up but I gave it no thought, figuring that he would tell me whatever he was hiding once he was ready. Grabbing my duffel bag and placing it in the trunk of the Impala, right next to theirs, I, with a coffee filled thermos, climbed in the back seat of the sleek black car.

The ride wasn’t long, thirty minutes or so. We didn’t even bother about booking a motel and went straight to the victim’s house to investigate. The brothers were dressed in black suits and they instructed me to look around the outside of the house while they questioned the victim’s family.

“It turns out that the victim’s brother, Jeffrey Sanchez, has been involved into amateur dark magic and so, but other than that nothing’s out of the ordinary.” Sam spoke as soon as I sat down in the Impala. ”But there was no sulfur at key places.”

“Beca, you found anything?”

“There were no signs of forced entry or anything. No sulfur either. And the EMF didn’t catch up on anything. Seems like this one was a blow, boys.”

“It seems so. Anyways, wanna come over? The bunker isn’t too far and plus, you haven’t seen it at all.” Sam was giving me his adorable puppy eyes that it was impossible to say no.

“So whaddaya say?” Dean joined in as well, seeming uninterested but I knew better.

“Okay, fine. Just hurry up, if you don’t want to hear the sound a mating whale makes.” Sam laughed wholeheartedly and Dean let an actual genuine smile grace his lips.

You see, I met them back in the day when I was still starting out as a hunter. I caught word that two other hunters were working my case. Thanking the unsuspecting old lady, who as I observed was obsessed with pink and cats. Strangely, she reminded me of Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter. Anyway, the two of them got caught and captured so I, being a nice person, decided to rescue them. Long story short, I rescued them, they owed me their lives and from then on whenever we need the others’ help we just give each other a call.

The car came to a halt in front of an old, underground bunker like door. Sam and I exited the car and grabbed the three bags from the trunk and then proceeded to descend the few steps that led to the entrance of the old bunker while Dean went to park the car into the garage, which they promised to show me later.

“Leave your bag in the bedroom down the hall on the left.” Sam pointed and turned the other way walking towards probably his bedroom, but not before Handing me my own bag. The hallways had an eerie feeling to them, like you were being watched or something. Noticing the door that Sam was talking about, I pushed the door open and was greeted by an empty and cold room. The shelves and drawers were empty and the bed looked like it hadn’t been touched in years, yet there was no dust, showing that it was cleaned recently.

A knock sounded on the door and I turned around to see Sam standing by the door frame. “Come on. I wanna show you something.” His voice was soft, and as he turned around his hair moved gracefully around his face. Shrugging I followed after him down the lonely hallways of the underground bunker.

“So, have you heard of the Men of Letters?” He was still walking forward with long strides, yet I was able to somehow keep up.

“Stories. My papai used to tell me about them as bed time stories. He said that he was once a Man of Letters, but left that behind him once he married ‎mamãe .” A soft smile grew on my lips as I recalled happy memories.

“Aww.” He cooed and winked down at me but I just shoved him away, well, I tried to at least.

“Shut up. What about them tho?”

“Well, for starters, this is their bunker. Everything you see here, it belonged to them. And apparently, we are legacies left by them.” His smile was proud and his eyes sparkled, but it ended all too soon once we stopped in front of two large doors. “Be careful.”

As soon as he opened the door, I was met with darkness. Turning to scowl at him I saw he was gone. Warily I entered the room and as soon as I passed a few steps, the lights turned on and confetti filled the air.

“HAPPY BITHDAY!” A chorus of voices yelled and I screamed in shock but it soon turned to laughter as I noticed the large ‘Happy Birthday Beca’ banner hanging from the ceiling and balloons and streamers decorating the walls and floor. There were two tables filled with food and drinks and chairs all around them.

“What the-“ Not even finishing my sentence I was pulled into a large group hug. Laughter ringed in my ears and clapping could be heard as well. Once the group hug disbanded I could finally see the smile covered faces of my best friends, first was Charlie. She walked up to me with a small paper bag in her hand and leaned to hug me, to which I responded with a hug of my own.

“Happy birthday, sweetie. This is for you.” She said handing me a silver paper bag, its contents a mystery.

“Thank you Charlie.” Her smile was so wide and bright I was wondering how could her cheeks not hurt. Next was Jodie and she set a simple velvet box on the table, right next to Charlie’s.

“Happy birthday, Beca. I give you the best of wishes.” We shared a quick hug and she returned to stand next to Charlie and Sam. After her came Castiel with another small box, wrapped in blue and white wrapping paper.

“I believe the custom is to say Happy Birthday and that I am to give you a gift. Or so Sam told me,” his eyes flickered to Sam, who nodded, for a split second but quickly returned to mine, “so, this is for you Beca.” Smiling I took the gift from his hands and placed it down, right next to Jodie’s.

“Thank you Castiel, I am glad that you remembered.” He smiled a genuine smile and turning around he walked back towards Dean. Seconds after him, Sam approached me with a rectangular black box with a red ribbon tied in a pretty bow with a note attached to it.

“This is from Crowley. He wanted to give this to you himself, but he said he was too busy so he asked me to give it to you.” I nodded with a smile on my face and thanked him, reminding myself to thank Crowley the next time I see him. And last of them all was Dean. He approached me slowly with a sheepish smile on his face.

“This is from us. From me and Sammy. We weren’t sure as to what to give you so we decided on this. I hope you like it. I mean it’s not much but you know, it could be useful so why no-“

“Oh meu Deus, Dean just chill. It’s okay. Don’t worry.” He nodded and he extended his arm warily, his hand formed into a fist.

“Open your hand.” I did as he told me and something cold dropped into my open palm.

“A key?”

“To the bunker.” Quipped Sam from behind one of the tables.” We figured it would be useful. I mean you don’t have to move in, it’s just in case something happens, you know?” Tears formed into my eyes and I could hold them back anymore. So I started crying. Charlie cooed and wrapped her slender arms around me, crushing me into a hug with such force I didn’t know she had. Smiling from ear to ear I pulled back and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you so so much, I don’t even know how to thank you to you all. This,” I gestured to the surprise party that the boys had managed to organize, “this means so much.” Then Charlie pulled my arm and shoved me towards the rest of the small group, laughing.

Soon after, the large room was filled with laughter and joy, sparking a variety of emotions and creating yet another beautiful and vivid moment; a memory that’s hard to be forgotten; a reminder as to why we should be grateful for everything and everyone we have in our lives and never take anyone or anything for granted. Because we never know when we might lose them.

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[the-cakeary]

“How Could You?!”

Author's note: This is a little something I wrote a few months ago and has been sitting in the back of my folder, so I finally decided to edit it a bit and finally post it. Hope you like it.

Warnings: mention of child's death, angst, a reference to Supernatural, and I think that's it (shut up I'm horrible with warnings).

Word count: 892

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As soon as I got off the black quin jet I raced down the halls to the conference room where Fury was talking to the Avengers about a mission they were supposed to go on in a few days.

I knew them and they knew me. But they only knew the mask, not the broken girl that I am. Going on missions with them and saving the world a few times technically makes me an Avenger, but I still haven't said yes to Fury's offer of becoming one. Almost nobody knew anything about my private life except for Melinda May, Phil Coulson, and Nick Fury.

Pushing people out of the way and trying to not let Melinda catch up to me, I stormed in the conference room, slamming the doors against the glass walls. The entire room was surrounded by thick, bulletproof glass. They were always spotless, save for the few fingerprints Wanda always seemed to leave behind.

As I assumed, the entire Avengers team was seated around the table. Steve even made a move to stand up but  Natasha grabbed his arm and held him down. All of them had surprised looks on their faces.

"How could you!?" My voice filled the large room and a few of them flinched. "How could you do that to me Nick?"

"What are you talking about?" He inquired, still sitting down, angering me even more. He was still writing something when I snatched the pen from his hand and pulled him up by the collar of his coat. Even if he was taller than me by about four inches, I dragged him across the room and slammed his back against the glass wall.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" I pulled him away and slammed him back again. "You told them to take the shot!" I released him and walked away from him, starting to pace.

"You told them to take the shot." I whispered, like it just dawned on me. "You told them to take the shot!" I whipped around, ready to pounce on him when I felt two strong arms keeping me in place. "Let me go! Steve let me go!"

"We had to take the shot." Came Nick's curt reply.

"He was a child!" Steve's hold on me tightened but I still struggled to release myself. "He was just a child!"

"Then if he didn't want to die, he should've just stayed out of it."

"He was damn well out of it Nick! He was on the other side of the world!" Tears were now falling freely down my cheeks, not caring that the team could see. That everybody through the glass could see as well. The always happy agent, the always cheerful agent, the always excited and smiling agent, was now hysterically crying and screaming in front of them in despair.

"This was our only chance (Y/N), to take him out. If we didn't, he would've disappeared once again."

"Doesn't it bother you?" Stark was already in between us, keeping me away from Nick. Natasha and Clint were on Nick's side, ready to intervene if I, by any miracle, managed to get through both Bucky and Steve, and then Tony as well. The others were by the door, in case I started going on a rampage.

"Doesn't it bother you? The fact that you killed a child just to get to your target? Don't you care?" My voice was barely above a whisper, sinking to the floor. The tears had already dried.

I knew Nick ever since I was just a kid, but back in '02 I finally joined S.H.I.E.L.D. even if he was opposed to that idea. I was a valued agent thanks to my astrological and technical knowledge. Being an intern at Stark Industries really does pay off. A few years later just before Thor appeared I had a child, a son.

Nick was quiet for a while, before he turned around, looking out the glass window.

"No."

That single word destroyed my world. Destroyed my heart. It destroyed me.

Shaking Steve off and wiping my cheeks, I stood up and ripped the S.H.I.E.L.D. badge from my shoulder, placing it on the long black conference table, right next to his paperwork. I started walking out of the room when a small thought made me stop.

"That was my son you killed Nick. The one you promised you would protect with your life. And you said you never break promises." Having said that, I turned around and walked out of the room. My head was lowered as I walked through the countless hallways of the facility. Arriving to my room I grabbed the back from under the bed and started packing.

Later that day, at around midnight, I locked the door of the room that I had stayed in for the last five years and left the compound.

Revving the engine of my late father's car, I put in a cassette that my dad used to play a lot and drove through the metal and concrete gates, leaving the Avengers compound behind me not even knowing where to go.

Carry On My Wayward Son played in the background.

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[eat-cake]

FATE IS A CRUEL THING

Author’s note: Okay so this is a prompt I wrote for a challenge, I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: 1419

Warnings: Um angst I guess? Also character death and fluff. And don’t forget the romantic cliche moments that are bound to happen.

Prompt: Soulmate AU

Challenge: @thinkwritexpress-official​‘s Back To School Challenge.

I think that’s all? Well then, on with the story I guess?

Wait, tags: @trashyhumanespresso, @0000aj0000… Okay, now we can continue heh…

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The restaurant was full and bustling with talk and music and the atmosphere was happy and light. Families were dining together, couples were having family dinners, and the waiters were rushing around the tables, delivering tasty delicacies. And yet here I was, sipping from a glass of red Chardonnay wine, dressed in a classy, dark red dress with my hair up in an elegant up-do held by a silver pin, my face caked in pretty make-up.

I was sitting here for the last two hours, waiting for my boyfriend of two years to show up for our second anniversary dinner. My heart was hammering in my chest an tears were threatening to fall. He’s just late, I keep telling myself. He’ll show up, I know he will. Yet my mind kept telling me otherwise. He won’t. He forgot. He’s got better things than to worry about a whiny brat like yourself. He’s got anther by his side, he doesn’t love you anymo-

I was interrupted from my thoughts by my waitress for the night. She came by fort he thirty sixth time and i was this lose to actually snapping at her and biting her head off.

“No not yet, I’m still waiting for someone. Maybe later. Thank you.” I replied, not looking at her, just slowly tipping the glass in circles. She walked away with an annoyed sigh and I rested my my head on my palm. Still tipping the almost empty glass of wine i turned my phone on to see that it was already seven past eight. Jaxon was supposed to be here two hours ago. Giving up, i drank the rest of the wine and stood up, not being able to endure the pitiful glances that people kept send my way any longer. Placing the money on the table under the glass, I grabbed my bag and coat from the chair and turned around to leave the warm restaurant.

Taking no more than a few steps from the table, a hand grasped my left wrist and pulled me back. The hand itself was warm, sending shivers down my spine. My heart hammered in my chest and my stomach was filled with butterflies as the mark on my left wrist burned and my breath came in tattered breaths.

“I apologize I am so late love, there was an accident and traffic had been sixes and sevens. And don’t worry, nobody’s hurt.” His voice was deep and British. It was kind and gentle, nothing like Jaxon’s rough and raspy.

Slowly turning my head around to see who the culprit for making me feel this way was I saw the most beautiful man in the world. With gorgeous, warm hazel eyes and longer than usual brown hair tied back in a bun, he was the man that I had always dreamed of. His jaw chiseled and his cheekbones high, I was breathless. His lips looked soft and slightly pink, probably from the cold weather outside.

His free hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me towards him in a hug, bringing his lips near my ear. “ I’m Emil. And anyone who didn’t bother showing up is a heartless git.” He retreated and had the most adorable smile on his face. God, I must be a blushing mess by now.

“U-uhm no.. no, problem.” I cursed at myself for stuttering but nodded none the less. He guided me back to the table, his hand still on the small of my back, and pulled the chair back for me to sit on.

Finally the both of us sat down and the waitress came by once again and asked us for our orders. “What would you like?” Emil smiled, looking at me the whole time. The waitress looked at him and smiled, and then shifting her gaze towards me, she scribbled down my order. “I’ll have the same thing then. And bring two glasses of white Chardonnay please.”

She nodded and took off to take the next order, but not before winking at me.

“I think that I might’ve had enough for the night.” I said, giggling lightly.

He just smiled and stared at me. “Do i have something on my face or..?” My voice trailed off when his eyes drifted down to my lips.

“You have a pretty smile.” He mumbled but I still heard it, causing for a deep blush to cover my cheeks.

He cleared his throat and straightened his back.”Well how cheeky of me. My name is Emil, which you already know but still, and it is a pleasure to meet you Lady…”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine Sir Emil, I assure you. And my name is Sara.” I answered, catching up on his game.

“Well Lady Sara might I say you look dashing this fine evening.” A smirk was plastered on his face and his eyes held a glint that i couldn’t decipher.

“Dare i say you don’t look too bad yourself Sir Emil.” I retorted with a smirk of my own.

The night was spent laughing, talking and drinking wine like royals. We continued our little game for the rest of the night. Once our dinner was eaten and the glasses were empty we finally decided to leave. We did have a slight banter about the check but he won.

“Well My Lady, this is where we part ways, but it was a pleasure to spend this magnificent evening with you.” He bowed in a gentlemanly manner outside the restaurant.

“Oh the pleasure is all mine, kind Sir.” I bowed as well, laughing.

“You are beautiful.” He whispered, brushing one of the strands that had fallen from my hair behind my ear.

“Thank you.” I replied, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against his body.

“Well this was fun but would you fancy joining me on another date? A real one, this time?” He asked hopefully, his hazel eyes searching my aqua ones, looking slightly scared but the fear was soon replaced with joy and happiness when I happily agreed.

“How about on Saturday evening? We can go to the cinema. What do you say?”

“That would be wonderful.” I whispered against his lips. His eyes fluttered from my eyes to my lips and back up. I smiled and his lips crashed against mine. Fireworks literally exploded in my stomach and my heart was leaping from joy. We were kissing on the busy sidewalk, unaware of the uncomfortable stares that people kept sending our way. The kiss might’ve lasted for only about ten seconds but it felt like centuries. Finally parting he smiled against my lips and leaned his forehead on mine. He offered to walk me home but I declined as my brother was waiting to pick me up a few steps away, by the sidewalk. He kissed my forehead and reluctantly let me go.

“Well then, I guess I’ll call you when I get home!” He called after me, already passing the almost empty street.

“You better!” I laughed and saw him smile. Opening the door to the passenger seat of my brother’s car, a horrible feeling of dread filled my stomach and goosebumps covered my skin. Looking up, I saw a car speeding down the street and Emil not noticing it. Dropping my bag, I raced towards him.

I was numb. Falling on mu knees on the harsh pavement, I didn’t register the various shouts and screams. I didn’t register the screeching of tires around me and the flashing lights or the small bruises forming on my knees.But then everything hit me like a train.

The pain was too much. It seemed like my heart was being torn apart and set on fire. My mind was blank and my sight was clouded by black dots. When i came to i was holding Emil’s body in my arms. My body was shaking and my eyes were filled with unshed tears. The make-up that I used to cover the timer on my left wrist was smudged, showing the numbers.

 23 years 9 months 29 days 23 hours 14 minutes and 15 seconds.

 I had finally met him. Yet why is his blood staining my fingers?

 Why is he slipping away?

 Why is he fading away?

 His fingers brushed my cheek and his tired eyes looked up at me.

 “I love you my dear Lady, don’t you ever forget that.” He smiled. His eyes dropped shut and his warm fingers left my cheek.

I just lost my soulmate.

[the-cakeary]

“End of the line, little girl.”

Word count: 713

A/N: Constructive criticism is welcome. Still new at writing so advice is very much needed and please don’t hate. If you have requests send an ask and if you like it, reblog. 

The rain was pouring down, the cold wind was blowing and the clouds were dark. Thanks to them the forest was even darker than usual. The chirps of the birds and the rays of the sun were blocked by the cold and loud drops and thick clouds.

The small muddy path was slippery, making me face plant more than the few times I dare to admit. The wind bit at my cheeks and watered my squinted hazel eyes. The dark forest was terrifying but not as much as who was after me. Their footsteps were close behind, encouraging me to run even faster.

The path took an uphill turn, going deeper into the forest. By now the path could not be seen. The trees were getting thicker and thicker and the grass was reaching up to my mid thighs. The ground was littered with sharp rocks and roots. The crowns of the trees absorbed some of the force and intensity the rain was falling with, making it a little easier to see and move.

The footsteps were even closer than before making me wonder if they had some sort of supernatural power. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, forcing me to run, to hide.

To survive.

My legs were burning with exhaustion even for something like myself. Running was becoming a harder thing to do but the need to survive was stronger. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and then in a split second I dashed to the left was caught from behind by two strong arms pulling me back into someone’s firm chest.

I wanted to struggle, I wanted to retaliate, I wanted to set myself free but I couldn’t. I was too tired. I was ready to give up, and that is exactly what I did. Their voices were like echo in my ears, their figures blurred. My breath came in short pants and my eyes were closed.

The rain had stopped pouring. The clouds were long gone giving freedom to the moon. It’s crescent shape was illuminating the dark forest, letting light seep through the wet leaves and branches of the trees.

My eyes snapped open from the blinding pain I felt on my neck. I wanted to get away, to run… The man behind me grunted as I accidentally hit his groin in my struggle but his grip didn’t falter by a bit, instead he held me tighter.

The man that was holding the silver blade to my throat pressed even harder, burning my skin. I wanted to scream, to yell, pleading to be set free but I couldn’t. I wasn’t able to.

I didn’t want to.

The other man came closer to my body, grabbing my damp hair and pulling, a whimper making it’s way out of my throat. His smirk was devious and his eyes red. He bent forward so we can be on the same level and he whispered:

“End of the line, little girl.”

And the silver knife was plunged into my neck.