original female character

Jonathan Young & Malinda Kathleen Reese — Phantom of the Opera


Ah don’t mind, it’s not a problem because the post is less congested

Well, he always surrounds himself with slim beautiful women, you even can see this almost in every comic book where he takes some part.

But I wouldn’t be that sure about tall ladies. I don’t like when a girl is higher than a guy, that looks.. quite weird. Well I don’t really mind it, anyway it’s pretty common.

Oswald would look totally short with tall lady, his height is just 160 centimeters.

And yea, odd couples look cute sometimes

Also thank you very much, I feel better


Bottled Emotions- Part 2

Originally posted by angel-loki

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1133

Summary: Lady Y/N never meant for it to go this far but that was the thing with love potions, they were very unpredictable. 

A/N: It’s starting to pick up now! 

Also THANK YOU for all of the comments, liking, reblogging, etc. on the first chapter! And also for the surge of followers! Never thought I would get this kind of reaction so thank you! 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 coming soon

Y/N  had never been to Prince Loki’s room. She could only imagine the dark corners and daunting decor the dark prince most likely had yet when she came to stop at his front door it was the exact opposite.

She was surprised to find the gold doors to his room slide open at her arrival. Stepping inside, the room is basking in natural sunlight due to the large windows surrounding his room. Green and gold glowed around the room and books were found crammed in every open inch that could be found.

She didn’t get another second to admire the room before the Prince of Lies started to complain at the sight of her.

“Of all the people they could have sent,” Loki groans. “They sent you.”

“Your mother ordered it so,” she tells him. “I had no choice.”

Y/N starts to inspect the minor wounds that encased the prince. Compared to his brother, Loki seemed fine until she noticed the spreading of dark veins protruding from each open wound.

“Poison…” she whispers in concern.

“Yes,” Loki grits out in annoyance. “Any inexperienced commoner would come to the same conclusion.”

Y/N restrains from rolling her eyes and quickly begins to prepare a small potion that should prevent the poison from spreading further.  

“That won’t work,” Loki comments as he saw the yellow solution in your hand.

“How would you know?” she asks him calmly. “Are you efficient in the arts of healing?”

“No,” Loki grits out. “But if I was, I would be better than you.”

“Something I would agree,” she responds as she placed a few drops on each every open wound. “But seeing as you have no knowledge of healing matters, the expertise lies with me. Now does that feel better?”

Loki hated to admit that he no longer felt a burning within him so he decided to not respond at all.

“This solution only prevents the poison from spreading further,” she tells him. “The remaining poison in your veins will have to be filtered out on its own. It’ll take a few days and you will feel a bit ill, but you will survive.”

“There must be something else you can do,” Loki complains. “I do not wish to be bedridden for such simple injuries.”

Y/N takes a deep breath to remain calm and tried to think of a solution to this. None came to mind, but seeing the young prince sweat and shiver in his bed, she decided to try a very drastic solution.

“I may have something that may quicken the healing process,” she comments.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Loki grits out. “Go fetch it! Now!”

“Right away, your majesty,” she responds with a tilt of her head. She immediately makes her way out of the room and once she was away from the young prince did she let a scowl decorate her face.

She had saved his life and he was demanding more from her. She shouldn’t be surprised at his actions, but she was. She had expected him to be too ill to not be rude, but he would rather die with the last word when it came to her.

Y/N made it back to her own room and the scent of sweetness and purity enveloped her completely. The love potion had cooled down since she made it that morning and she quickly placed it all in a nearby vial.

She holds the crystalline bottle in her hands and struggles whether this was the right decision or not. The prince had demanded a solution and this was what she came up with.

She debated whether she was doing this to better the prince or to experiment on him. She did not want the prince in more pain than he needs to be but she also did want to test out her potion to see if it was a success.

The line between those two sides blur and she knows if she wastes more time arguing this, the prince will have her head once she returned. Without thinking it further, Y/N tucks the bottle into the pocket of her dress and makes her way back to the prince.

Once there and out of his sight, she starts to prepare a cup of tea. The tea remained dark and unsweetened until she pulled out the vial in her pocket and placed a single drop inside.

Immediately, the tea shifts color and turns a milky brown. She could still smell a slight sweetness, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as before.

She makes her way back to the prince and aids him by helping him sit up so he could take the cup of tea into his own hands.

Tea?” he questions with a scowl. “You bring me tea?”

“The concoction is mixed within it,” she tells him. “I thought you would like to prevent tasting the vile solution that I made.”

Loki inspects the tea wondering what could be inside it.

“I hate my tea with milk,” he comments.

“I was just masking…” she starts to explain but Loki waves his hand ordering her to stop. She does as ordered and watches as the prince takes a small sip from the cup.

He looks surprised at the sweet taste that came from the tea. It felt warm as he swallowed it down and the warmth continued to spread. Loki never liked sweet things, but he couldn’t help but finish the whole cup of tea. In fact, he wanted more of it.

Loki looked over at Y/N and was going to ask for more before the warmth inside of him slowly faded away. The gratitude that he had for her simply disappeared.

“Did that help?” she asks him curiously as he set the cup aside.

“It eased the pain for now,” Loki answers with disinterest as he tried to understand what just occurred within him.

“I can give you more if you like,” she offers to him. “But I suggest you wait till tomorrow for the next dose.”

“Very well then,” Loki responds with a dismiss wave as a tiredness quickly settled within him. “You may go now. Thank you…”

Y/N had stopped in her step when she heard the words of gratitude slip from his lips. Never in his life had the prince thanked her for anything. In fact, never had the prince ever thanked anyone.

She turned back to look at him and found him slowly succumbing to sleep. Perhaps it was the fatigue of all he went through that caused his idle mind to slip or perhaps it had to do with the love potion actually working.

The answer to that question was unclear and she couldn’t wait for tomorrow to see if the results would remain the same or change.

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Demon-Killing Arrows

I absolutely love the idea of weapons that can kill a specific monster other than a blade, a gun, or a bullet, so I totally had to do this one.

Prompt creds to @spn-imagines-nation !

Original Prompt: Imagine Dean being admirative of your archery skills when it comes to killing monsters with specific arrows during a hunt.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (If you squint…. Like, really hard)

Word Count: 413

You couldn’t say you loved the obsession demons had with creepy, abandoned warehouses. Hell, you weren’t sure anyone could. Why they always chose such large places for such small groups was beyond you. On the plus side, with a smaller cult, fewer people were guarding a large number of doors, which made your infiltration plan easier. Not that it was all going accordingly, anyway. You had explicitly told Dean to wait for your signal, but did he listen? Not a chance. That man always had to come in guns blazing. With a loud thump, he was thrown into a giant pile of cardboard boxes. Shit. You emerged from your hiding spot on a low overhang, swiftly loading an arrow into your bow from your quiver.

“Hey, dickwad!” you yelled loudly. Both the demon and Dean looked up at you in surprise. “Go to hell!” You released your grip on the arrow, and it whizzed through the air with deadly precision, nailing the demon in the heart. It cried out in pain, sparking a bright orange color. Dean stood, looking at you with incredulity.

“Did you just-” Another demon ran up from behind him.

“Get down!” Dean barely ducked in time as another one of your arrows found its mark in the next demon. You jumped over the ledge’s railing, running to Dean’s aid. “You okay?” you demanded. He snorted.

“Fine, Katniss.” Over his shoulder, you spotted another demon sneaking towards the two of you. You loaded yet another arrow into your bow, an expression of confusion passing over Dean’s face.

“Joke all you want.” Your arrow whizzed past a startled-looking Dean, just to the left of his face, and buried itself in the demon’s chest. She fell to her knees, screaming in agony, before falling still. “I saved your ass, Winchester,” you finished. Dean whipped around, shaking his head in disbelief at the collapsed body.

“Oh, you gotta teach me how to do that,” he marveled.

“What?” you asked. “Use a bow, or forge demon-killing arrowheads?” He shook his head again, eyes still wide.

“Both. Seriously, (Y/N), that is amazing.” The rest of the demons approached, looking a little less than friendly. You pressed your back against Dean’s to cover more area.

“Well, let’s finish these sons of bitches, and then I’ll consider your request, playboy.” You felt Dean nod behind you.

“Deal.” You grinned devilishly, and your eyes narrowed. Tightening your grip on your bow, you raised it threateningly.

“Let’s do this.”

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Young God

Originally posted by astouract

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 877 words

Pairing: Loki x Reader 

Summary: Loki reunites with a loved one and though he expected to be welcomed with open arms, he simply finds the opposite instead.


It was the first time you saw him with your own eyes. You had heard the rumors of how all this time King Odin had originally been Loki in disguise. He had fooled everyone once again with a false death and taken the identity of the Allfather. Not only did you mourn for months, but Odin, or well Loki, had known about your misery and did nothing to ease your pain.

Now here you were watching him speak to Thor in what they considered a council meeting. The rumors you heard were true and though you would have been overjoyed at the fact that your prince was indeed alive, you couldn’t stop the anger that grew within you.

It didn’t help that Loki had yet to see your arrival and the “serious” conversation that the newly appointed King Thor was having with him had nothing to do with their upcoming destination known as Earth.

Here he was.

Laughing… with his brother, Thor.

Oh, the fury you felt in every cell of your being was enough to light a thousand worlds aflame.

“You inconsiderate, poor excuse of a man!”

That was enough to kill the humor between the brothers as they both snapped their attention towards you.

Every step you took in their direction caused Loki to instantly shrug back until his back hit the wall.

“I cannot believe that you,” you accented as you shoved his chest with the palm of your hand, “YOU, of all people, consoled me when I was mourning for your death.”

“Brother, is that true?” Thor asks in surprise.

“Well, I…” Loki responds with a shrug. “I couldn’t stay away…”

“Stop! You are speaking to me,” you shout to Loki, concluding their conversation.

You turn to look at Thor and the rage in your eyes was enough to signal Thor to make a brief exit. Once he was gone, you return your focus to the man who once claimed to love you.

“Y/N, I apologize…”

Speak when you are spoken to,” you grit out in annoyance. “Remember when you first told me that in your beloved throne.”

Loki remains quiet as he recalls the day he notified the kingdom of his supposed death. You had come crying to him, heartbroken, and demanding to see his body. Loki couldn’t have you spreading doubt around the kingdom so he had immediately shut you down and cast you out.

“I begged. I cried. I screamed at you, or Odin at the time, that we had to go back for your body,” you remind him. “All I wanted was to put your soul to rest and you swatted me away like I was a pesky fly. No explanation. No reason. Nothing.”

You knew that the raging fire inside of you was quickly being put out as old wounds returned to weaken you once more.

“I visited that statue you erupted of yourself every morning and every evening,” you whispered as you closed your eyes. You didn’t have the strength to look into his eyes at the moment. “I placed flowers at your feet to honor you and lit candles to light your way in the night.”

Your hands slip away from his chest and you take a step back.

“I should have known better than to waste my tears on you,” you confess to him. “You tricked me once again and cared not of the pain that you left in your wake.”

You turn away from him and angrily wipe the tears away from your face. You had to stop crying. You couldn’t show him how he truly made you feel.

“I am sorry,” Loki tells you. “I knew of the pain I was causing you, but one wrong word and all I had worked for would be gone. The pain I went through seeing you around, hearing you whisper my name, and not being able to respond in any way. It broke me.”

“It broke you?” you laugh out in amusement and the rage returned full force. “It broke you?”

Loki can see the mistake in his words as you begin to stalk towards him.

“I had no idea of what was occurring behind the scenes, but you did,” you grit out. “You could have done something. You could have told me what was going on and I would have kept your secret. Instead, you decided to humiliate me in front of the royal court and watch me suffer while you lived your life as a king. Never in a thousand years would I have done this to you because I loved you, but you… I realize it now that you never loved me at all.”

“I do love you,” Loki states.

“No, no you don’t,” you respond with a shake of your head. “You don’t break the ones you love, Loki. Not like this.”

You pull off the golden ring from your finger and threw it at his chest. Loki fails to catch it, his hands frozen in front of him as he watches the wedding band he designed, the snake eating its own tail, fall to the floor.

“Till death do us part,” you whisper to him. “I never imagined your false death would be the reason our marriage ended this way.”

“Strictly” Professional [Bucky Barnes x OC] - Masterlist

“Strictly” Professional - Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character (Josie)

Summary: (LAWYER! AU) - Josie (OC) works at a law firm, interning for one of the city’s most prestigious lawyers - Mr. James Buchanan Barnes. When her boss proposes an unlikely arrangement, she agrees, but complicated feelings soon start to get in the way.

Disclaimer: I envision Bucky in this without the metal arm/missing an arm.

Parts with smut involved are marked with *

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

* Part Four

* Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

* Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen


Thank you for reading this story! Let me know what you think, and feel free to send requests/ideas for future stories.

My Savior

Pairing: Bellamy Blake X Reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: lightly sexually explicit
A/N: Exams are coming up so I haven’t been writing as much as I like to but please keep sending in requests!!
Word Count: 1464


“Y/N! Look out!” You heard Bellamy yell, but it was too late, an arrow had lodged itself into your thigh. You tripped over a root face planting into the ground.

In the short seconds before a grounder would come up and kill you, you took this time to contemplate your decisions. Earlier that morning Finn had invited you to go out with a hunting party. Everyone knows your knife throwing skills are up to par with Bellamy’s, so it’s no surprise they wanted you with them. Usually you were cooped up in one of the tents helping sort food, since you weren’t good with a gun and didn’t know anything about medicine. You had thought the change of pace would be good, so you accepted his offer and off you went.

Now you wish you had stayed at camp. Everything was going perfectly normal. It only took about ten minutes for Finn pick up a boar’s tracks. Then the group had been following them for a good fifteen more minutes. It was you, who had realized something was off. The woods were almost silent, there were no birds in the trees, and these tracks were the only ones Finn had been able to find.

“Something’s wrong,” you whispered to Bellamy as he came to walk by your side.

“What makes you say that?” His voice was strong and serious. His leader facade was in place.

“These have been the only tracks I’ve seen for the past five minutes. Plus they’re leading us farther away from camp,” your eyes were scanning the trees, your knife drawn and in hand. Finn noticed you and Bellamy lagging behind the group, so he joined the conversation.

“Don’t be so ten-” Finn started to say but was cut off by a scream. The three of you whipped your head toward the noise, just in time to see one of the girls get impaled by a spear. You throw your knife with deadly accuracy hitting the grounder in the stomach. Unluckily he wasn’t the only one, six more dropped from the trees. They easily outnumbered your remaining four members.

“Run!” Bellamy screamed and everyone turned taking off back the way you came.

So that’s how you ended up here, on the ground with a knife in your leg. Suddenly there’s arms picking you up and helping you run. You turn your head and see the person is Bellamy. Up ahead you see a knife, like the one lodged in your leg, fly into a boy’s back. Together you and Bellamy run for awhile– but it’s no use the grounders will catch up soon and you’re still a long way from camp. An idea pops into your head.

“This way!” You tell him veering off to the right. Your eyes trail to where the others are running up ahead, “Everyone scatter! Find shelter!” You scream at them. They all give you a quick glance before running in different directions.

“Where are we going?” Bellamy questions you.

“Finn and I found an abandoned car out here,” you say only having to run a few more steps before dropping to the ground and prying open the hatch. Bellamy drops in first and grabs your waist helping you down gently before slamming the door shut. You put your fingers to your lips in a ‘sh’ motion. It doesn’t take long for you to hear boots clattering on the ceiling, and a voice yelling words you didn’t understand in a language you didn’t know. Placing your back against the wall behind you, you slide down so your legs are splayed in front of you.

“We have to get that knife out,” you hear from above you. Your eye glance up and roam over Bellamy’s tall frame. His hair was disheveled, skin glistening with sweat, and the jacket he had been wearing was now on the ground next to him.

“Yeah,” a sigh escapes your lips, “I know it’s just gonna hurt like a bitch.” A breathy chuckle leaves his lips at your elegant description. Then without any hesitation Bellamy is lifting his shirt over his muscular frame. Too stunned at the sight of his toned stomach you can’t say anything, your mouth is probably hanging open as you stare at his shirtless form.

“Close your mouth, you don’t wanna catch flies,” the smirk is evident in his tone and as your eyes trail up to his face you see it planted on his lips. “But sweetheart I didn’t take my shirt off so you could ogle at me,” he says as he sits on his knees in front of you.

“Well if I knew all it took to get you shirtless was a knife in the thigh I would’ve helped Murphy with target practice a lot more,” the comment stills his methodical movements of tearing his shirt into one longstrip. Then he’s back to work and shaking his head at you.

“I’m gonna need you to take off your pants,” his voice is low as he looks you in the eyes.

“I- uh, what?” Your voice betrays the cool and collected vibe you were trying to portray.

“Your wound, it can’t have fabric fibers in it, you’ll get an infection.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense,” you go to unbutton your jeans and as you try to pull them down you wince in pain. It’s then you realize you’re going to need help to get out of them. “Um, Bellamy, I can’t get them off myself,” your voice is tiny, timid, something that doesn’t happen often.

“I, uh, sure, of course I’ll help you,” he swallows and clears his throat before continuing, “I’m going to have to pull the knife out first, okay?” You take a deep breath in and nod. He quickly pulls the weapon out in one fluid motion you only let a grunt of pain pass your lips. He quickly gets to work shimmying your pants down your thighs, carefully over the wound, then tugs them completely off of you. Leaving you in only your pair of black underwear. His hands then start to wrap your laceration in his shirt and finishes by tying a tight knit on top of it.

“Thanks,” you breathe out as he finishes. “You’re my savior, you know that, right?” You tell him quietly. He looks up from his position in front of you on his knees. You draw your legs to your chest giving him enough room to sit down in front of you. He’s so close you can feel his legs pressed against yours through the fabric of his pants.

“Don’t say that-” you cut him off in the middle of his sentence.

“If you hadn’t come back for me– I don’t even want to think about what would have happened. You saved my life,” with each word you had leaned your head closer to his. Now your lips were only a few inches apart. His eyes glance down at your lips and back up to your eyes. Tilting his head he closes the gap between you two melding your lips together. One of his hands finds its way to your hair and tangles itself at the back of your neck. While the other finds your waist and tugs you so you’re straddling his lap. Your hands are on his broad shoulders. They move down feeling his toned chest, and when they come to his hips they slip under his shirt to feel his smooth skin against your palms.

A moan leaves your lips as he disconnects from your heated kiss to lick a stripe down your throat. Then he peppers kisses back up along your now wet skin. He nibbles on the spot right below your ear.

“Does this mean you’re mine now?” He whispers in your ear. His hands have both moved to your waist where he brings you back to look into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Bellamy Blake, I have always been yours, you’ve just been too blind to see it,” you whisper, resting your forehead against his.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, I’m glad you’ve opened my eyes then,” a smile graces his swollen lips.

He moves you off of his lap and lays you down next to him. Grabbing his discarded jacket he folds it into a pile and places it under his head as a pillow. He then positions your head so it’s against his chest and his arms are circled around your waist. That’s how you two sleep that night, entwined in each other. Actually that’s how you sleep every night from now on, because after that you moved into his tent, officially becoming the queen to his king. Which, if you’re being honest, is what you’ve wanted since the first day on the ground.

Bottled Emotions- Part 6

Originally posted by astouract

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1403

Summary: Lady Y/N never meant for it to go this far but that was the thing with love potions, they were very unpredictable. Loki x Reader

A/N: So I’ve decided to make updates every Tuesday! 

Bottled Emotions Masterlist

Prince Loki grew tired of resting in his bed. Day and night he has spent his time there and he desperately wished to be well enough to be able to stand on his own. It didn’t help his ever so slow recovery to hear his brother’s boasting voice through his hall as he was well enough now to stand and walk and return to his own chambers.

Loki despised the situation overall and it was worse yet as the pain returned deep into the night and stirred him awake. He had no other choice but to call Lady Y/N so that could be remedied immediately.

“You called for me, your majesty?”

Lady Y/N’s voice rang through the darkness of his room and Loki barely caught the whisper.

That was quick, he thought as he waved his hands so his room will be lit.

The reason for her quick response call becomes obvious when the lights turn on and Loki takes in her attire. A silk lavender robe was placed hastily onto her shoulders failing to cover her thin nightgown. Her hair was in a loose knot and sleep was still evident in her eyes.

Her appearance was humorous enough that he couldn’t help but feel slightly better at her arrival.

“Oh,” Loki whispers in mock apology. “Did I wake you?”

Loki knew full well that he did and he hoped that some sort of emotion would break from her calm façade but she simply offered him a smile and shook her head.

“Not at all, your majesty,” she responds as she tied the belt of her robe around her waist hiding away her nightgown. “I was out for a late night run when you called for me.”

Prince Loki was surprised at her remark but didn’t have the energy to reprimand her for it when another wave of pain took over.

She’s quick to rush to his side as he grimaces visibly. Her hand comes to his forehead and notices that he’s still quite warm but not terribly so. She then checks his pulse and finds it elevated as well.

“Where is the source of your pain?” she asks him.

Loki grimaces once more before pointing to his chest.

“Your heart?” she asks for clarification. “Your lungs? I need you to be more specific.”

“M-my soul,” Loki grits out.

She racked her brain for an answer as to why this could possibly be happening. The Warriors Three had been affected by the poison on a minor scale and had filtered out the poison quickly with no pain focused on their soul.

She knew that the younger prince had endured more injuries and more poison so that might be the cause, but that didn’t seem right. The poison was affecting Loki more and there must be a reason as to why.

Could it possibly be the love potion affecting him negatively?

She fears that might be the case and is quick to place her magic within him to find a source. A sigh escapes Loki’s lips and Y/N finds the focus of his pain. She feels the poison coursing through his heart but being rooted in place due to the whisp of green magic.

Loki’s magic.

“Stop fighting it,” she orders him.

“Fighting what?” Loki grits out.

“You’re subconsciously fighting the pain,” she explains to him. “Your magic is rooting the poison in place. You need to stop fighting it.”

Loki’s eyes tighten and Lady Y/N can see the poison wrap a little tighter around his heart.

“I know it’s painful,” she tells him, “But you have to endure it.”

“Easier said than done,” Loki practically shouts.

Y/N remains calm through the whole situation and simply forces the prince to look at her. Serenity was the only expression on her face and Loki wondered how she could remain so level-headed in this situation.

“Let me help you,” she whispers to him.

“That’s what I called you here to do!” Loki yells. “Help me! Give me the tea!”

“No,” she states. “This can’t be remedied by the tea. I need you to let me help you.”

Loki stared at her with uncertainty. Never had he trusted anyone with his life and he didn’t want to start now yet the circumstances called for it otherwise.

“You don’t have to fight anymore,” she assures him. “Let me do the fighting from here on.”

“I doubt you ever held a sword in your miserable life and now you’re asking me to trust you in a fight?”

“A fight for your life? Yes.”

Loki lets out a groan as the poison tightens around his heart.

“Let go,” she tells him as she sent another wave of her magic relaxing his tense muscles which in turn allowed him to breathe. “Trust me, Loki.”

Her magic spread a warmth within him that felt oddly familiar and it was for that sole reason, that brief instance, that Loki took a shaky breath before nodding at her.

Loki let go.

She lets out a sigh of relief, one that she didn’t know she was holding, and quickly placed both of her hands on his chest. She sensed his magic disappearing on its own and Loki groans as the poison makes quick work with his heart.

“Loki,” she calls out to him as his body arches in his pain. “Loki, look at me.”

He reluctantly does so and tries his best to remain still.

“You’re going to feel my magic on a stronger level,” she warns him. “You’re going to have to go against your natural instincts and let me take control.”

Loki gave her a curt nod in response and that was all she needed before sending a strong pulse of her magic. A purple cloak covered the prince before vanishing into his skin. She felt the poison being drawn away from his heart as it focused on the lure of her magic.

As much as Loki wanted to defend himself from her infiltration, he didn’t. Loki lets out a sigh as he felt the poison away from the hold of his heart. Loki still felt ill and weak but it was no longer as painful as before.

Prince Loki looked at her with pure gratitude and, unsurprisingly, surprise. He never thought she would actually be able to pull this off. Far less, he never thought it would be this easy for her to do so.

Her magic was attuned to this and immensely so. Loki knew she was magically average, but her ability to healing magic was far beyond than what he expected it to be. It managed to calm him into a new sense of serenity that he never knew he could transcend to.

“Your magic…” he whispers in surprise. “It’s strong… It’s warm.”

Lady Y/N didn’t know if that was meant to be an insult or a compliment by the obvious surprised tone in his voice.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Your mother’s training made me strong and… well, my mother taught me warmth.”

“Your mother?” he asked realizing now that he didn’t know anything about her past. “She’s a castor?”

“She was,” she responded quietly before clearing her throat and looking away.

Lady Y/N didn’t know what compelled her to let a part of her past be revealed to the younger prince.  Perhaps it had to do with the tiredness she had for the late night or maybe it had to do with the rare kindness that the prince was exhibiting at this moment.

She really didn’t know and that concerned her due to the fact that Loki was staring at her waiting for her to say more.

“My job here is done,” she states as she removed herself from his side. “I’ll see you in the morning, Loki, with a cup of tea to ease your pains.”

Prince Loki watched as she disappeared behind closed doors not to be seen until the morning light. It wasn’t until his room slipped back into darkness that he finally noticed his name and his name alone had been purely spoken by her mouth.

Though he would have reprimanded the insolence of Lady Y/N’s negligent action of uttering his first name as if they were equals or far worse, friends, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sound of his name from her lips.

He wished to hear it again.

He wished to feel her warmth again.

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She has found her Lost Boys. They only thing missing was a Hook.

fc: rowan blanchard.

Bottled Emotions- Part 5

Originally posted by apple-chanii

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1061

Summary:  Lady Y/N never meant for it to go this far but that was the thing with love potions, they were very unpredictable. Loki x Reader

A/N: And here’s a Frigga x Reader scene! Sorry for the late update! School is starting up soon so updates will most likely come once a week from now on. I’ll set a more permanent date soon. 

Bottled Emotions Masterlist

This time as Y/N arrived at Prince Loki’s room the doors remained firmly closed. It was as if it knew that the younger prince wanted some privacy with his mother. Lady Y/N remained patiently waiting outside the doors respecting their wishes. She could distantly hear the queen’s laughter from inside and that made her smile.

Laughter is the best medicine.

Y/N couldn’t help but recall how her mother repeated this mantra in their home. It was because of this that Y/N decided that the potion might help Loki with the side effects of the poison. If laughter was the best medicine then love must be too.

She wished her mother could see her now. All of her training with Frigga was her way to live up to her mother’s memory. She knew she was a long way to achieving that, but being at the palace was a big step forward.

Her thoughts are disrupted as the doors open on their own. Queen Frigga steps out of the room with a bright smile on her face. Frigga looked so much better than when she had found her in the infirmary. The queen looked refreshed and happier.

The doors close on their own and the smile on the queen’s face dims at the sight of Lady Y/N.

“Walk with me,” she orders and Y/N does as requested.

Queen Frigga nods in greeting to every passing servant and guard. The smile and her grace never faltering.

“How’s Thor?” Frigga asks once they were alone in the palace hallways.

“He’s awake,” she responds. “And in pain, but awake nonetheless.”

“Good, that’s good…” the queen replies as she begins to slow down to a stop. Y/N stops by the queen and looks at her in concern.

“Your majesty,” she calls out to her. “Are you alright?”

“Loki was abnormally kind this afternoon,” Queen Frigga comments. “Extremely grateful as well. He didn’t outright admit it, but he seemed grateful for you…”

The queen stared at her with a hint of amusement in her eyes and plenty of curiosity.

She suspects.

“…and grateful for that tea you’ve been serving him.”

She knows.

“I’ve never heard of a tea that could relieve one of pain,” Queen Frigga continues on. “Nor of a potion that could counteract this specific poison. Perhaps it is time for the teacher to learn from the student…”

“Oh, you know,” she sighs out nervously as she covered her face in embarrassment. “You know of the treacherous thing I’ve done with the love potion. I swear it’s not what it looks like…”

Queen Frigga couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction.

“Oh sweet child, I never thought I would see the day that you would do such a thing,” Frigga chuckles. “You pulling this on the God of Mischief. I have certainly underestimated you.”

“You’re not angry with me?” she asks the queen. “You’re not upset?”

“I’m not upset with you, child,” Frigga comments as she resumes their walk. “I am concerned though. Are you sure of what you’re doing?”

In all honesty, Y/N was flying blind in this experiment of hers. She had certain theories formulated after these past two days, but nothing was concrete.

“There are countless factors that could pertain to the irrationality of the potion,” she explains to the queen. “There’s the amount of dosage given to the consumer, or the state of emotions from both parties involved, or the durability of the potion itself.”

Once she thought these things through did she notice certain patterns and results in her recent findings.

“In the past two days, I’ve noticed the love potion relieve the prince of his pain. He becomes more grateful to those around him and as you must have experienced today, he’s been more open with his emotions. Counteracting with the poison, it seems that the love potion extinguishes quickly and the effects along with it. The dosage, which is mere drops into his tea, either has to be increased to make these effects permanent or remain the same to diminish the chance of the love potion taking a deeper effect.”

Queen Frigga couldn’t stop smiling at her ramblings. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration, sight on the ground as endless thoughts ran through her mind.

“I hope you’re writing all of this down,” Frigga remarks. “These theories and findings of yours would amount to a great spellbook.”

“I should be writing this down,” she comments more to herself. “Oh, I’ve done all of this so wrong and what if this all goes bad… I shouldn’t have done this in the first place but he was so… ugh… and I was so… huh…”

“My dear, calm down,” Frigga tells her. “I’ve got you covered if this happens to go wrong. Besides, you were only helping my son through the pain in the only way you thought you could. I doubt any of this to go wrong.”

“What if he ends up obsessed with me? Like you said the others did?”

“He won’t,” Frigga assures her. “Love… well, love is like a planted seed. It needs the warmth of care and a flow of compassion. It needs to be nurtured delicately and surrounded by a trusting environment. Time will make it grow and being loved in return will make it bloom.”

“Like a rose,” she whispers.

“Yes,” Frigga responds. “Just like a rose.”

Lady Y/N nods at the explanation. Perhaps that was another theory to consider. The potion could be used just a catalyst to this analogy. It was a way to rush the timeline but it contained major side effects.

It was obvious that Loki would never feel anything for her. Not only was she beneath him in the arts of magic, but she was also a commoner gifted with the high title of “Lady.” Prince Loki was better than her in every which way and she couldn’t care less about his opinions of her.

Due to his treatment of her, Y/N would never, never, never in a thousand years feel anything for Prince Loki of Asgard.

The seed that the love potion has planted was long dead. No warmth of care or hint of compassion would ever allow that seed to grow.

That sweet rose would never bloom… and if it did, it would only be made of thorns.

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Harry, son of Captain James Hook/Angelica, descendant of Wendy Darling

“My, oh my— is that a  k i s s  I see?”

fc: rowan blanchard.

Young God- Part 2

Originally posted by tomhslaugh

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1079

Summary: Loki reunites with a loved one and though he expected to be welcomed with open arms, he simply finds the opposite instead.


Young God- Part 1 can be found here!

It was late at night and the Valkyrie found you amusing enough to have shared the bottle of liquor in her possession. Loki watched both of you from his hidden cove wondering what could possibly be humorous enough to bring laughter back into your eyes. He dared not approach you knowing that was the last thing you wanted from him.

Soon enough, he saw you grow tired of the light conversation and the alcohol consumed. You bid goodnight to the Valkyrie and head to your designated room.

“You can come out now,” Valkyrie states as the smile on her face disappears. Her eyes then snap towards the dark hallway and Loki has no other choice but to step out.

“What were you two talking about?” Loki asked her as he glanced over to the path you had disappeared into.

“We were discussing our mutual hate that we have for you,” she responds with a smirk before taking another swing from the bottle.

Loki sneered at this and Valkyrie grinned at his unhappiness.

“Answer me honestly,” Loki demands.

“And what makes you think I wasn’t?” Valkyrie answered.

Loki glared at her and this only fed to Valkyrie’s amusement.

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” Valkyrie asked him causing Loki’s anger to grow. “Seeing as she is a free woman now, I might try to conquer her.”

“She likes men,” Loki grits out.

“Another thing we have in common then,” Valkyrie points out as she finishes the bottle and throws it aside. “I like men too and I like women and… I like her.”

“You will not dare-”

“Dare, what?” Valkyrie asked him. “You are no longer her husband and I am just one of the many suitors who wish to have her.”

“She is not some object one can have,” Loki exclaims.

“And yet, from what she’s told me of you, you treated her as such,” Valkyrie points out. Loki’s body tenses at this and Valkyrie takes this opportunity for the killing blow. “You underestimated her and worse yet, you took her for granted. Y/N deserved far better than you and she’s now have just realized this.”

Valkyrie simply chuckled at Loki’s tormented face and moved around his frozen stance. She made her way towards her private room without a single glance towards the raven-haired god.

Loki remained standing there unsure of how long. He simply couldn’t get Valkyrie’s words out of his head knowing that she was right. You deserved so much more than what he ever offered you. He was a fallen prince who only brought chaos and destruction in your life. How was he ever supposed to amend everything he broke between you two?

There was chaos inside the progressing ship, but slowly you and Heimdall were working out some kind of order to ease the minds of the homeless Asgardians. Both of you were working alone on cataloging the resources on board which offered you to finally speak to your old friend and mentor.

“It’s just…” you trail off as you frustratedly place the tablet onto one of the crates. “It’s just- He’s so infuriating and he had the audacity to say that I broke him. Me? That my mere presence was torturous!”

Heimdall stopped the cataloging to look down at the young Asgardian next to him. It has been like this for the past hour. You complain to him about your confrontation to Loki and how he had done nothing in response. Frown lines decorated your forehead as you thought things through.

“Tell me,” you state as your eyes land on him. “Did you know Loki was impersonating Odin this whole time?”

“Why did you think I was banished?” Heimdall responded with in return.

“You knew?!” you exclaimed causing the All-Seer to grimace at the betrayal in her tone. “Were you even going to tell me?”

“I asked you to leave the city with me,” Heimdall told her. “You refused and decided to remain behind. I could not leave you with that truth if it meant you would be banished as well.”

You brushed your hair back as you thought over this explanation.

“Well…” you trail off, “You should have tried harder to convince me to go with you.”

Heimdall had to restrain the smile that was threatening to take over his mouth, “Have you met yourself? You are downright stubborn.”

“Apparently, I’m also a downright fool…” you confess. “I should have known better when entering a marriage with the God of Mischief and Lies.”

You watch as Heimdall returns to cataloging the items in the pantry. You could see how he had just taken notice that the bottles of wine in the crate were not matching with the numbers on the record.

“Five bottles of wine are missing,” Heimdall states. “We have a thief on board.”

“No, we don’t,” you assure him. “It’s just Valkyrie taking what she believes is a redeemable payment for her involvement.”

Heimdall rolls his eyes at this and decides to move to the next crate. You watch him work as you take a break from your own task.

“Tell me…”

“Tell you what?” Heimdall asked sensing that her next question would be heavier than the last.

“Did Loki… or well Odin, at the time… Did he… Did he solicit female companions?”

“I’m not answering that,” Heimdall states. His refusal of an answer was answer enough.

“So he did,” you conclude with a sigh.

“No…” Heimdall snaps at you. “By the norns, Lady Y/N… I don’t… I wasn’t watching every move he was making. I had other things to worry about.”

You let out another heavy sigh and pick up the tablet once more. Having had enough with the conversation that was evidently going nowhere, you start to catalog the resources once more.

Sensing your heavy thoughts, Heimdall felt obligated to ease your mind.

“If you are so worried as to what Loki had been up to, then you should use your own sight instead of relying on mine,” Heimdall offered to her. “I did not train you for nothing.”

You let out a light sigh this time knowing that Heimdall was right. Your ability to see one’s past was something you rarely used, but it would come useful now to quell your recent curiosities.

“Are you sure this is the path you want to take though?” Heimdall asked you. “After all he’s done to you?”

“I need to understand him,” you answer. “I just simply need to understand.”

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Celebrity Au Meme

(Hey👋I just wanted to say that english is my third language. So sorry for possibly grammar or word mistakes)

A New Friend

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: this revolves around Y/N having social anxiety, there’s a panic attack, and light cursing
A/N: I personally do not have social anxiety, so I’m basing this off of what I’ve read and heard from my friends. If I got this wrong I’m very sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!
Word count: 1642


“Hey, Bellamy, is that group back from the hunting trip yet?” You hear one of the delinquents ask. You already know the answer. No, they’re not. If they were, your best friend Alex would have already run up to you to tell you all about the adventures he had while venturing past the almost finished walls.

You’d been friends with him since you were both children on the ark. The two of you had been neighbors. It’s always been hard for you to talk to people and put yourself out there, but with Alex everything just seemed to naturally flow between the two of you. Alex was great at making conversation, but could also enjoy the silence you two shared when you just didn’t know what to say. He understood how hard it could be for you to talk sometimes. At one point your social inefficiency worried your parents so much they took you to see Dr. Griffin. She came to the conclusion you had social anxiety. She wanted to give you medication, but couldn’t due to the fact that it wasn’t a life threatening disease. You would just have to deal with it.

So that’s how your life proceeded on the Ark. You kept to yourself during the day at class, but when you got back to your room you finally came out of your shell around Alex. He was, and still is, your anchor. Everybody thought you were weird, treated you like an outcast really, because of how difficult it was to talk to them. You have no idea how you would have gotten through everything life has thrown at you without him. He’s been there for you through it all– your mom getting sick, you getting arrested after you tried to steal medicine for her, her dying, and he even got himself arrested so you wouldn’t be in the Sky Box by yourself.

Then it all seems to come crashing down around you, as you stop reminiscing. They weren’t back yet. They’d been gone since morning, and right now the sun was on the verge of setting. This wasn’t good. Something must have went wrong, but what? Did they get lost in unknown territory by accident? Did grounders attack them? Your mind was racing, heart beating so fast you thought it was going to burst out of your chest.

You leave your job of sorting food, walking toward the drop ship. Once you’re inside you find a corner, and proceed to let the panic attack you’re having consume you. Your back is pressed against the wall, knees drawn to your chest, and arms hugging yourself as tight as you can. Deep breaths in and out, you think. That’s what Alex would always tell you when you got like this. It was no use, everything seemed to be spiraling out of control in your head. Tears started to roll down your cheeks, oh god, what would you do without him? He’s been your only friend for years, the only person who knew that you could be loud, funny, and even sarcastic. There’s something, or someone, making noise but you can’t focus on it. You feel yourself floating, no longer having your anchor to tie you down. Suddenly, a hand was on your shoulder.

Murphy’s voice wafts through the air into your
ears, “Are you okay?”

That was weird. Murphy never gave a shit how other people were feeling. He was always yelling at people to get back to work, no matter what injury or illness they had acquired. For a second you wonder if you should say yes, but then he’s going to make you go back to work and you can’t in the condition you’re in. You shake your head side to side signaling no.

“I’ve been trying to ask you what’s wrong,” he says, still crouching next to you, with a hand on your shoulder. He must have been standing there for awhile, that’s the murmurs you pushed to the back of your mind. You keep expecting him to raise his voice at you, or spew derogatory comments your way. He doesn’t. Instead his voice is gentle, fingers drawing light, calming patterns where his hand is.

“A-Alex,” is the only world you’re able to get out of your mouth. Your breathing is still erratic, it’s calmed down since Murphy has given you something to think about other than your dark thoughts.

“Oh, the dude you’re always with. He’s on the hunting trip, right?” The first sentence he says sounds, disappointed? That can’t be right, why would Murphy, of all people, be disappointed you were worrying about your best friend.

“T-they’ve b-been gone, for a really lo-long time,” you stutter through the sentence, tears slowly stop falling from your eyes.

“That’s what you’re freaking out about? Y/N sometimes hunting trips take longer than half a day. Besides, they’re probably on their way back now with a huge amount of game,” he lowers himself next to you. His arm makes its way around your shoulders, so he’s pulling you into his side.

“You think so?” You whisper, looking up at him.

“I know so. So, stop worrying about your boyfriend, everything’s going to be okay.” His hand tightened the tiniest bit when the word boyfriend left his lips.

“Alex isn’t my boyfriend,” you tell him, glancing at him with a confused expression across your face.

“Okay, then what do you two call what you’ve got going on? You’re always with each other, and you only talk to him. It’s obvious you two have something going on behind closed doors,” Murphy explains as his signature smirk crosses his lips. You nudge him lightly, in a joking manner, with your shoulder.

“He’s my best friend, and I talk to only him because I’m bad with people. I want to have more friends but, I can’t. I freeze up when I talk to people,” your voice gradually gets quiter as you speak. You’ve been wanting to tell people that for years. You want them to know you’re not judgemental, just scared.

“Well, you’re talking to me. Actually, I think this is the most I’ve ever heard your voice. Ya know, for awhile I thought you were just a bitch that thought she was too good to talk to us.”


“Yeah, it’s because you were raised on alpha station. Your dad was a doctor, and your mom had a good chance of becoming chancellor in the future. There was no reason to dig deeper. Why would someone who’s always had it all want to associate with the good for nothing kids who’d committed crimes?” Murphy leaned his head back against the wall, eyes aimed at the ceiling. You saw his jaw clenching, he had hated you, you realize. The anger in this boy was monumental, the pain he held was just as large, but hidden.

“I don’t think that.” He looks over at you, your eyes lock. “That you’re good for nothing, or that I’m better than you. I kind of envy you actually. You can talk to people. Yeah sure, you mostly insult them, but I can’t even get a measly ‘hi’ out most of the time. Plus, some of you are here for the same reason I am, trying to help someone you love. And that’s not a crime.” Your speech comes to an end, and Murphy has gotten closer to you. His expression was calculating: watching the way your face moved as you talked, listening to the conviction in your tone, being aware of how close your bodies really were.

“Wow, that’s bullshit,” you can’t help but deflate a bit at his words. “You don’t envy me, just the way I communicate. Trust me, my life isn’t rainbows and butterflies. Also, if you haven’t noticed, you’ve been talking to me just fine for the pas-” Murphy’s sentence gets cut off.

Someone is screaming about how the hunting party is back. Before you can think you’re on your feet ready to run to them. You stop in your tracks, right as you were about to sprint, and turn to Murphy. You look at him for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to go back to the boy you thought you knew before this conversation. That is unnecessarily cruel, but now you know there’s some part of him that cares about others. Sure it might manifest in, unusual ways, but none the less it was still there. You take a chance, you hold out your hand offering to help him up.

“Well, are you coming?” You ask shooting him a small smile. He looks shocked for a second before concealing his emotions. He takes your hand.

“Don’t think this is going to get you special treatment, Doll,” he says slinging his arm around your shoulder before steering you two out of the drop ship.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” your voice is quiet, only he can hear your words. You don’t want to draw attention to the two of you, knowing what they’ll say. All caution is thrown into the wind when you see Alex. You run to him, engulfing him in a giant hug.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again,” you mumble, your face pressed into his shoulder.

“I won’t, I won’t. Now, what was that about?” Alex asks, head motioning over to the spot where Murphy stands. Once he notices the two of you looking at him, he diverts his gaze to the person next to him.

“We just talked,” you say with a smile.

“You? Talked? With someone besides me? And Murphy no less?” Your best friend continues to rattle off questions. All you can do is answer them one at a time while thinking about what this might mean, have you added a new friend to your list? Hopefully, you think.

Bottled Emotions- Part 25

Originally posted by heavydynamics

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1108

Summary: Lady Y/N never meant for it to go this far but that was the thing with love potions, they were very unpredictable. Loki x Reader

A/N: My b! I meant to update this sooner but had to edit it a little bit more.

Bottled Emotions Masterlist

“Astrid!” Y/N shouts as she forced her horse forward into the burning village. Y/N pulled her cloak over her mouth and nose as she attempted to inhale through the curtains of smoke. “Astrid!”

Screams continued to pierce through the air and arrows flew past Y/N without ever hitting her. It seemed that the smoke was preventing them from aiming visually and the attackers were basing it on sound.

Y/N forced herself to be quiet as she continued to trudge through the remains of the village. She sees a hobbled figure attempting to walk and she’s quick to make her way to them.

She jumps down from her horse and keeps the reins wrapped tightly around her wrist to prevent the horse from fleeing. Y/N looked down at the man in front of her and recognized him as one of the merchants that passed through her village on his way towards the capital. As she approached him, she took notice of the scarring burns around his arms.

At the obscured sight of her, Deiga leaps back in fear until he watches Y/N unwrap her cloak and reveals her familiar face. He recognized her as well, the healer from one of the villages that his travels took him thru. Deiga sighed in relief as he watches her rip her cloak to make bandages for him.

“What are you doing here, dear?” he asks faintly.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asks in return as she notices the array of burns wrapped around his arm. “You’re injured and you should be heading to safety.”

“There are people still here who need my help,“ Deiga responds. “They don’t know where to go.”

“Survivors?” Y/N asks in relief as she soaked the makeshift bandages in the water from her travel canteen. “Where are they?”

“Hiding in a nearby coal mine,” Deiga responds before groaning at the touch of the cold rags.

An arrow flies in their direction and misses them barely. Y/N unwraps the belt from her skirt and motions for Deiga to bite into it.

“They’re aiming for survivors through sound,” she tells him. “I think they didn’t expect this much smoke to amount in their attack but that’s what happens when you set fire on dry land.”

Deiga nods at this and bites deeper into the leather belt as Y/N finishes up in her bandaging.

“Have you seen Astrid and Oscar?”

Deiga spits out the belt from his mouth and nods allowing Y/N some ounce of relief knowing that both of them had gotten out of the village safely. She unwraps the reins from her wrist and forces Deiga to take them.

“Take my horse,” she tells him as she once again covers her face with the remainder of her cloak and tries to regain her breath. “The mines will have carts so hook them up to Eider and take as many people as you can back to my village. Understood?”

Deiga coughs through the smoke and shakes his head, “I’m not leaving you out here on your own.”

“You were out here trying to save the remaining survivors,” she explains to him. “I’m just planning to do the same. If there are still people out here then they need my help and I am the only one equipped to do so.”

Deiga was ready to protest but Y/N doesn’t allow him the chance as she motions Eider to move forward and leads Deiga out of the fire. Eider neighs loudly due to this and Deiga barely misses the arrow that flies in their direction.

Y/N remains behind with smoke swirling around her and watches Deiga disappear between the flames. With one deep breath, she willed all the power that was within her and kneeled down to the ground. She placed her hand down on to the soil attempting to revive the dying village.

Originally posted by wnnbdarklord

Loki grew concerned as he noticed the trail of smoke that rose from the horizon. He forces Sleipnir to trot faster and makes it down to Helska in no time. He finds the small village intact and the smoke still rising from beyond the village border. Loki lets out a sigh of relief at the sight and takes off his helmet as he dismounts his horse.

At the sight of the crowned prince, a crowd of villagers quickly surrounded him with gentle gifts and praising words. Even though Loki was the worse of the two princes, he was still being treated as if he was the Allfather himself. It was the mindset of the common folk and Loki could understand now why Y/N ever felt a desire to return home even after seeing the riches that the capital had to offer.

Though the crowd was stroking his bruised ego, Loki’s concern outgrew it as he searched for Y/N’s face amongst the people around him and found her nowhere.

Before Loki had the chance to ask for Y/N’s whereabouts, a horse makes a crashing entrance causing the crowd to part quickly. The cries of young children can be heard from the arms of their mothers and everyone begins to move in action as they aid the refugees from the neighboring city.

The horse rider stumbles out of the saddle and lands ungracefully onto the road. An elder lady is quick to come to his side and demands an answer.

“Where did you get Eider?” she asks. “Who gave her to you?”

The man motions to the bandages on his arms and the seamstress let out a gasp as she recognized the material on his arms. She had sown those exact stitches for the young girl next door and for her handiwork to be on some stranger could only mean one thing.

“Where is Y/N?” she asked him. “Why didn’t she come with you?”

At the mention of Y/N’s name, Loki steps past the crowd and towards the pair. The wounded Deigar was exhausted from the long journey and the bleeding burns on his body, but at the concern of the elder seamstress and the sight of the royal prince, he knew he had to respond.

“Y/N remained behind.”

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