protection-warrior

Of all the creatures on this living earth, we women should be pitied most. With our rich dowries we buy a husband. We buy- they own. They take our bodies.

One injustice breeds another. But even then a question lingers: Will the man be bad or good?


Divorce means eternal shame for women. To resist the husband- unthinkable…


If we are successful, if the marriage bonds hold together a happy husband and wife, then we are envied.


But if not- death is better.


A husband can grow tired of his wife. He can leave home and find comfort somewhere else. We wives are bound to one man only.


They say to us that they are the warriors- they protect us. But they are fools. I would fight three times in battle rather than give birth once.

—  Medea by Euripides

Off the back of my first post regarding Space Dad Kolivan have some headcannons/ideas/random stuff!!

Lance narrating: “Funnily enough, the deadliest of us is also the dadliest”

Hunk slips while pulling food out of the oven, Kolivan catches the food in one hand and Hunk in the other.

He likes to throw Pidge. Straight up at dubious heights, across the room, behind the enemy’s lines during a battle as some kind of flanking maneuver. He’ll just pick her up and toss her bc he can

He’ll actively and noticeably censor himself in the paladins’ presence.

Always manages to land a perfectly centered slap on the back of Lance’s head as situationally required

He’s legit the “I’m everywhere” dad

He has a Dad Chair on the castle, even when he’s not there it’s left for him

T H E   T H E R M O S T A T

He’s like a reverse gremlin, little inconsequential fixes that took the back-burner are suddenly being done and no one knows how or who by until Coran catches Kolivan adjusting something and he’s just like “it helps me think”

Kolivan insists on cooking a traditional Galra meal bc Kieth needs to taste his heritage

He’s a fab cook and Galra cooking is bae

Kolivan is very proud of himself and gladly teaches Hunk the recipes

He can drive and park any vehicle perfectly on the first try regardess of whether or not he has prior experience with said vehicle

He even once managed to drift into a flawless parallel park during a high speed escape

Can turn any situation or funny story into a Valuable Life Lesson

“Alright paladins, we’re going to do this clearly dangerous and highly risky thing in a needlessly complex yet still over-simplified way”

Creative in the most unusually creative way.

*explosion* the team comes running in to see Kolivan crouching with his back to the blast, looking badass. Kolivan stands up revealing a previously completely hidden Pidge, not a hair out of place

*is holding a baby, baby screams in delight* A MIGHTY WARRIORS CRY

Highkey protective af

Totally chill with Pidge climbing all over him, he doesn’t even notice the extra weight

One time Hunk found them in the bridge doing some modifications together and took a picture bc it was too cute

Kolivan was standing, leaning on the control panel doing things while Pidge was perched on his shoulders with her laptop on the top of his head, typing

They were both so hyper-focused that neither noticed Hunk quietly squeeing

He can and will fall asleep anywhere

but will wake up and be totally alert in 0.3 sec if he needs to catch someone/something

One time Kieth was standing on the kitchen counter looking for food on the top shelves bc he’s the second shortest person and he stepped back too far but Kolivan just reached out and pushed him back into a standing position without even looking up from his reading

Leafpool: Spottedleaf, I don’t know what to do! Should I leave with Crowfeather or stay with my clan?

Spottedleaf: Follow your heart ;))) *kissy emoji*

Leafpool: She must mean that I should leave with Crowfeather…

*after Cinderpelt dies*

Leafpool: Spottedleaf… you told me to follow my heart when you knew that I loved Crowfeather. You knew that I would leave the clan, allowing for the death of my mentor to happen without me being there to protect her. Why? :(

Spottedleaf: 

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Albanian mythology: Zana or Thana 

During the Illyrian times Thana was known as the goddess of hunting. Her name translates to “fairy”. Over the years, she became what Albanians know as “Zana e Malit.” In Northern Albania and Kosovo every mountain was said to have its own zana, who appeared as a fair maiden found bathing naked in mountain streams. The zana is believed to be extremely courageous, a formidable opponent, who can bestow her protection on warriors. Albanians even have an expression Ai ishte trim si zana, meaning, “He was as brave as a fairy”, this is used to refer to very courageous individuals. The zana is believed to have the power to petrify humans with a glance.

AU where sun and moon are warriors protecting their kingdom. I’m really not happy with this one, but I hope you like it anyways!

(Btw check out my Instagram, my other Naruto works or my Art Blog! )
Do NOT remove me as source or repost the picture.

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For anon…enjoy!

Y/N smiled as she laughed with one of her Younglings. She was attempting to get him to settle down, but it seemed he was only causing her to giggle. She patted the boy’s head.

“You need to focus, Tyyrkk. After the lesson, you can tell me all about your dream. Okay?”
The young wookie nodded. “Okay.”

Y/N straightened as she moved around the room. She coyly raised her eyes to catch a glimpse of the Master Jedi giving the lesson: Obi Wan Kenobi. She knew it was wrong to think of him as anything other than a friend, but over the years, she could no longer help it.

She returned her gaze onto the Younglings, attempting to help in any way possible. Her diverted attention allowed Obi Wan to sneak a peak at her. He smiled to himself as he saw her tend to several unfocused children at once. She was able to coax them into listening to him with little to no effort. The man glanced at the ground before continuing his lesson.


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The one he knew i loved

Originally posted by lagrthas

*GIF not mine*

Masterlist

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Request: anons (i think i don’t have this under control)

PART 5 PART 5!!!! 

That last part! 🙌 can’t wait for a part 5

Hi love your Hvisterk and Ivar story hope you do a part 5 

Yes, part 5 and MORE!! 😍😍 

Oh my god, we need part 5, 6, 7 of this imagine ! It’s so cool and good ! More smut and creepy Ivar please ♥ 

I know i have been horrible at posting, like im getting worse than GRRM, and y’all are seriously the most patient readers someone could ever have! Im so sorry that i have kept all of you waiting for so long and the fact that none of you have harassed me for it! I have no i fucking clue what so ever where this imagine series is going like seriously. no. fucking. idea.

I hope this isn’t as shitty shit as i feel like it is, so enjoy my little sweethearts! Xx

Warnings: Idk maybe a little violence but hello, it’s vikings

Wordcount: 5.158


The delicate kiss from the pale moonlight woke me from my slumber. Smooth pelt embracing me in it’s warmth as my eyes slowly drifted open. Since Sigurd had decided to tell our secret at the supper at least a week ago, we had tried to hide from everyone and everything, and Bjorn had aided us well in that. 

When he first had pulled us outside the hall, he hadn’t stopped walking. He had just continued until i collected the strength to finally break the silence. 

“Hvitserk where are you going?” My shaky and frightened voice had asked.

“I don’t know.” He hadn’t turned his head to look at me, just continued his journey forward and dragged me along with him. 

“Hvitserk!” I yelled at him as my watery eyes had threatened to spill. 

“I said i don’t know y/n!” His stern voice yelled back at me, only strengthening that threat. 

I had ripped my hand from his and placing it on my forehead, forced him to stop as i did. 

“He is going to kill you.” 

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JH this was sent to me. This is how I responded
Aries is an angel, the protecting warrior.
Taurus is a demon, gluttonous, greedy.
Gemini is an angel lightly filling the air with communication like a gentle breeze.
Cancer is a demon, the Dark Mother.
Leo is a demon, full of undeserved pride.
Virgo is a demon, witheringly critical, negative, and demanding.
Libra is a demon, unable to decide right from wrong.
Scorpio is an angel, penetrating to the truth with a bravery that will face the Devil himself.
Sagittarius is Satan the liar, bombastic, full of optimism as all go over the cliff.
Capricorn is an angel, prudent, caring, understanding.
Aquarius is an angel, feeling the suffering of all mankind, compassionate.
Pisces is demonic, drug and alcohol addled, living in an etheric realm without foundation or justification.

A Time for Us [Prince Sidon/Reader]

Title: A Time for Us
Pairing: Prince Sidon/Reader [you]
Summary: Sidon often waited for you at the East Reservoir Lake in the evenings. On this particular night, while wrought with worry, you offered him a solace that few could.
>previous Sidon fic: Unbearable Distance (part1)

a/n: what’s up? this is a repost because there were a few things i had done that annoyed the piss outta me. so, i apologize for that and the title change. but, i hope you enjoy nonetheless.

please offer feedback if you can, requests are still open as well.



Under the brilliance of the moon and veil of night, the domain drifted into a familiar peaceful silence while they slumbered, the worries and weight of the world nothing more but a temporary illusion. The guards surrounding the domain took care to tread quietly, walking just a bit too tightly to prevent their armor from clanking and holding their spears aloft to keep the flint from striking the floor.

Since your arrival at the domain mere months ago, nightfall had easily become your favorite time of day in the cycle to meander the town and admire an almost otherworldly beauty. The sky was dotted with stars cast high above the canopy of trees and mountains that encapsulated the domain, just as a shield were to protect the warrior. Rushing waterfalls had once kept you awake at night, but now you often turned to them and listened to them sing–they were eternal.

You ventured away from the town at these hours, yet never far enough rouse concern from the guards nor your lover. The East Reservoir Lake had become your sanctuary and where you usually found yourself resting as well, much to the dismay of the prince. It didn’t come as any surprise to you when you would find him waiting there for you patiently, or not at all.

Upon your descent to the lake, you could see his silhouette at the end of the dock–tall, proud, yet deeply affected by things around him. You took those tentative steps towards his back until you were able to hook your arms loosely around one of his and rest your face against his cold scales.

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mythology meme | Slavic gods & goddesses - Morning Star

In Slavic mythology, the Zorya are the two guardian goddesses, known as the Auroras or as the Morning Star and the Evening Star. Both sisters serve the sun god Dažbog, who is in some myths described as their father. The Morning Star opens the gates to his palace each morning for the sun-chariot’s departure. At dusk, the Evening Star closes the gates once more after his return.They guard and watch over the doomsday hound, Simargl, who is chained to the star Polaris in the constellation Ursa Minor, the “little bear”. If the chain ever breaks, the hound will devour the constellation and the universe will end. 

The Morning Star is Zorya Utrennyaya (from Russian utro, meaning “morning”), a goddess of dawn who is depicted as a fully armed and courageous warrior. As the wife of Perun, Zorya Utrennyaya accompanies her husband when he rides out to do battle, and amid the fray lets down her veil to protect those warriors she favors and save them from death. She is a patroness of horses, protection, exorcism, and the planet Venus. Ancient Slavs would pray to her each morning as the sun rose. 

Okay, one tiny moment that caught my attention in the episode End Times: Why did Splinter and Ho Chan seem to recognize each other as if they had fought before? They had never met in canon before this point and yet their interaction right off the bat was essentially
“Stop messing with my kids Ho Chan” 
“Goddamit not this asshole again”

Did they battle on the spirit plane? Does Splinter regularly pick fights with malicious ghosts in order to protect people? Is “Warrior Ghost Splinter of the Spirit World” a thing?

Because of your love

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In a world, six thousand years ago, the time after the Ice Age and before the cultivation of the earth, when Fiore was covered in magnificent trees, a young man and a young woman are running for their lives. Will they find love along the way? / NaLu au, WARNING: smut scene

There was a chasm
Uncrossable
There was a mountain
Unscalable
Even when my lost heart
Was unlovable
You spread Your arms out
You laid Your life down for me
Now I’m set free
Now my heart sings


A lightning sliced the gray sky. A terrible thunder followed right after so suddenly that all the animals on the trees and on the earth trembled terrified and hurried to hide themselves in their hollows. The branches of the magnificent pines were now drooping heavily to the ground, as if even they were worried about the upcoming storm. Above the forest a second lightning flashed between the dark, threatening clouds, creating the illusion of a furious, snake-like creature, which was spewing thunders and fire.

Two human figures were racing through the forest as fast as the tall bushes and grasses were letting them. The figures wore mantled with housings and wide hoods protected their faces from the raindrops. If someone could look at them right now he would have thought that they were running from something. And he would have been right because the two figures were desperately trying to reach one of their hideouts, which was going to keep them safe from the storm… and from other terrifying creatures.

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joannalannister  asked:

Could I ask you to talk about your idea of Westeros as an iconophobic society? Also what about art patronage vs art collections? I love your thoughts!!

This was also something @him-e asked for so here we go! ( @maravding: I’ve only now seen your reblog and I’ll do another post for the Martells and Tyrells, it’s probably going to be short but this one turned out already long enough!)

I used “iconophobic” pretty broadly, I should probably have said “a culture that looks bizarrely uninterested in pictures considering that, if we have an idea of how people in the real life historical period ASoIaF is based on thought and looked like, it’s also because they left us a shitton of visual sources” (though iconophobic is probably right for the North, but that’s farther down in the post).

It’s certainly not an iconoclastic culture because there’s no apparent ideological or religious condemnation of pictures, they just don’t seem to feature very prominently in the way culture is shared, and I think this can be traced back to a couple of issues I have with the general worldbuilding in the series: late Medieval England as a template for Westeros, and Martin’s own bias as a writer.

Disclaimer: I *am* about to nitpick and this is not a dig at Martin’s ability as a writer and worldbuilder. I think that overall, the worldbuilding in ASoIaF is impressive: you get a feeling of a rich, tangible world especially wrt Westeros (Essos is a bit more stereotyped, Sothoryos even more so), and I guess that’s exactly why the corners that Martin doesn’t explore as thoroughly stand out to me.

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A Warrior’s Vow. [NESSIAN oneshot]

He looks innocent when he sleeps, like a child when he dreams, not at all like the deadly warrior, the trained killer, that I have seen on the battlefield. I lie awake, watching his chest rise and fall, as the starlight illuminates his bedroom through the open window. The sheer curtains are swaying, back and forth, thanks to the cool breeze that sweeps through Velaris after the sun sets.

He fell asleep so peaceably after we made love, after I called out his name as if it was both a blessing and a curse. As if it was a prayer, to whom, I do not know. I can still feel his hands roaming my body. I can still feel his hips thrusting into my own. I can still feel his lips against the hollow of my neck, against my ear, whispering my name with such affection, such love.

My heart aches as I sit up, slowly, careful not to wake him. I gently move his arm from around my waist and swing my legs over the edge.

I gave myself to him tonight. I swore I would never let him in, but I did. I surrendered. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I have been fighting for months, for more than a year, since I arrived. He never wavered, though, he never backed down, no matter how much I asked and cursed him. He knew. He always knew.

I spent my mortal life running from every opportunity that proclaimed happiness. Now that I’m here, in this city, with him, as Prythian is finally at peace…..I am conflicted. I know that I love him, this man, this Illyrian, but something stops me. A barrier. My own self.

Anxiety fills my bones, my nerves, my breath as it hitches and I try catch the tears from falling, but I can’t. I remember the way he looked into my eyes with longing and desire as he asked me for permission only hours before. He saw me. And he loved what he saw. But, what if those feelings fade? What if he sees something he has yet to see, or what if he hears of my past doings and changes his mind?

I need to get out. I need fresh air. I need Feyre. No, I need to be alone. No need to burden her. I have burdened her enough in this lifetime.

I rise to my feet, shakily, and search around for my dress.

“Nesta?”

Cassian props himself up on his elbows amidst the dark pillows and blankets when I turn to him, my body bare and outlined by the light of the moon.

“I-“ I stammer, unsure of what to say.

His eyebrows come together in concern as he sits up and shifts to the side of the mattress, swinging his long, tanned legs over the side until they reach the floor. He takes in my tears, the way my body is shaking. His voice is scratchy from sleep when he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“I-I was just going to go for a walk.”

“Now?” He raises those eyebrows. “Nude?”

When I don’t answer, he holds out a hand to me. When I don’t move, he frowns. “Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you? Nesta, I’m sorry if-”

“No,” I answer, quickly, quietly. “No, of course not.”

“Nesta-“

“Stop saying that.”

“What?” he laughs, breathily. “Your name?”

“It’s not my name, it’s the way you say it.”

He tilts his head to the side, forcing his dark curls to fall in front of his eyes. “And how do I say it?”

As if it’s precious. As if you would be okay if that’s the only word you could say. As if you could live and breathe off the sound of my name alone. “I don’t know.”

He stands and I blush, but I don’t move back, I don’t move at all. I want him closer. I want him against me.

“You were leaving.” Not a question, so I don’t give him an answer.

“You’re afraid,” he continues. Not a question, either.

I look away, embarrassed, ashamed. “I have always found a reason to be unhappy. But being here, with you, for you, I am having trouble finding a reason. And, yes, maybe that scares me.”

He laughs, and I want to claw him for it, but I also want to hear that sound every day, every hour, for the rest of my life. “It’s new. This is all new. Just because you are no longer human does not mean that you won’t experience emotions the same way you did when you were mortal. It’s normal to fear the unknown. You scare the shit out of me, Nesta, but I want to feel scared. I want to take the risk of you completely destroying me, because I need you. I will always need you. I knew I needed you from the moment I saw you.”

I blink. “You met me when I was human.”

“Yes,” he breathes, “and you were just as beautiful and powerful then as you are now.”

I shake my head. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve the words you say to me.”

His warm, calloused hands find my waist and his wings, healed and thriving, appear behind him. “You deserve everything kind and beautiful that this world has to offer. Give me a chance to give them all to you. I will not disappoint you, Nesta. I will not harm you. I will not leave you.”

As his wings wrap around me in a powerful, yet gentle, embrace, my fear completely vanishes for the first time in my life. I give my heart to him as my lips find his, and he reassures me with his lips, with his hands, with his wings, that he will take it and protect it like a warrior protects his queen.  

Major Scale Correspondences

As an extremely music inspired witch, I thought that I should share some of the correspondences that I have and regularly use with the 7 major scales(excluding sharp and flat major scales)!

A- Protection (A harsher sort of protection, like a warrior or guard), All Orange Colors, Pleasant Feelings, and Warmth. Element: Fire.

B- Wind, Royal Blue, Calm, Happiness, and Controlled Chaos. Element: Air.

C- Simplicity, Calm, Normality, Cold, Beige, and Pastel Blue. Element: Air.

D- Romance, Rain, Pastel Purple, Royal Purple, Burnt Burgandy (the color), and Sweetness. Element: Water.

E- Friendship, Green, Energy, Taking Up Space, and Heat. Element: Earth.

F- Storms, Anger, Pale Grey, Bright Red, Dryness, and Sand. Element(s): Earth/Fire.

G- Protection (A warm sort of protection, more of a familial\personal\friendly sort of feel), Chocolaty Brown, and Glamour. Element: Water.

Ackermans (and their memories)

About the Ackermans’ innate strength and where I believe it comes from. (not exactly a Rivamika post)

Before we even knew the Ackerman family was a lineage of warriors whose purpose was to protect the royal family, everyone thought the source of Mikasa’s strength was her Asian genes. Why? Because that was the one thing that made Mikasa stand apart from every other character.

There were also people who compared Levi’s strength to Mikasa’s and again assumed it could also be due to genetics. Some even pointed out that he could be Asian as well, so it was possible to relate the source of Mikasa’s strength to Levi’s.

But everything changed when the First Interior Brigade attacked.

Who would’ve thought? Suddenly, Levi became related to Mikasa because of the other half of her lineage - the Ackermans. Everyone was so invested in the Asians and their mysterious origin and exile that no one suspected THE Ackermans. Immediately everyone concluded that Levi’s and Mikasa’s super strength and battle prowess came from their (now canon) shared lineage (and its ackerpowers).

Now, the Ackerman clan was very close to the royalty, and they had a purpose for living - to protect the King, to serve the Royal Government and also ensure humanity survived. For that, they needed to be exceptionally strong. 

But they didn’t have any other racially distinguishing features, like the Asians. Mikasa herself pointed it out to Levi.

So we could say that by appearance alone, they are the same as the people inside the walls (or the majority, as Grandpa Ackerman calls them). 

But Grandpa made sure to point out that theirs was a separate bloodline.

So what makes the Ackermans so different as to make them immune to the mass brainwashing?

Perhaps it’s their memories. Yes, the Ackerman’s powers must come from their accumulated memories, passed down from generation to generation of soldiers. Years and years of battle experience that can be awakened when the time calls for it.

If “suddenly knowing what to do” …

Or having “a power awaken inside”…

Or “believe they can do anything” and “assume perfect-self control”…

… actually translates to “to remember something”.

So the Ackermans may not be genetically engineered (is that even possible in this world?) to be stronger and faster… But given what we know about supernatural powers in the manga (more specifically the Reiss’ power to alter memories), the Ackermans must somehow inherit their ancestor’s memories, and they lay dormant until the person is driven to the brink of survival. 

And who could’ve made such a thing possible? The Reiss, of course. The Reiss started a lineage of warriors to protect them using their memory power alone. And somehow, these memories could be inherited (one doesn’t need to have them transferred by the heir to the Reiss).

The Ackerman memories must work a bit differently than the heir to the Reiss’ memories, which are inherited together with the coordinate power (by eating the person as a titan and therefore also becoming a shifter).

And that’s why the King’s influence cannot affect the memories of the Ackermans - because somehow, they must’ve have already been overwritten by their “soldier” memories through the exact same power. It’s ironic, really.

And when the time came for the King to rewrite history, the only way to wipe the Ackerman’s memories of times past was to wipe out the entire clan - hence their exile.

That’s pretty much what I can assume with the info Isayama has revealed so far.

…Right, but what about the Asians? They just look different. There isn’t anything that could possibly make them immune to the memory overwrite, right?

Perhaps what the Asian clan passes down to its children is not just a symbol. Perhaps it could a way to pass down their culture and make it survive, as in their sealed memories…?  

Originally posted by funnypicturesgalore

Yeah, we’re probably overthinking it.

Edit: Reblogged for the SNK Crack Theories Week 2016! 
Prompt: Ackerman Monday (July 25)

oh my god, tempted by mcu fic ideas for the first time in a million years

nope. nope, not doing it. not even gonna entertain it.

EXCEPT I STARTED ENTERTAINING IT IN THE TAGS BUT THAT GOT WAY TOO LONG FAST, FUCK


but just–darcy though; she’s not gonna be in the next thor movie bc tptb always considered her a vestigial jane attachment anyways. and since natalie’s not coming back (for good reasons of course) then why would they bother bringing back the snarky sidekick?

but like, imagine in-verse something similar-ish happens? it would obviously depend on the in-universe explanation of why jane has up and disappeared and isn’t in this movie, but say jane and darcy for whatever reasons split ways. necessity or misfortune or darcy wants to take another stab at her own career field again. 

only things don’t work out.

it’s a shit economy and she’s been noodling around for like five years AFTER completing her polisci degree, and let’s face it her resume in the interim is–well–eccentric.

she’d expected job hunting not to be EASY, but impossible? well that caught her off guard.

so she’s in some city of relative size, not even new york because she couldn’t afford the rent anymore. she’s barely hearing from jane these days because jane’s on a project and it’s a stroke of luck if jane foster remembers to eat or wash her hair when she’s in High Science Mode, much less respond to email and text. erik started corresponding with her less and less the more he started coping, and that was BEFORE he got some new fancy secret government job.

things have gotten rough and she’s working crap jobs, maybe waitressing maybe retail, just trying to pay bills and figure out how the hell her life came THIS CLOSE to superheroes and alien demigods and action and adventure and things Really Happening, and still ended up HERE of all places.

she reads the headlines on her phone and she watches clips of the action on youtube, and she feels like she somehow fell out of the life she really should have been living, if she’d just found a way to hold on to it, to be invaluable, to seize opportunity, to really MATTER.

and she watched with despair as the sokovia thing and then corresponding accords happened, (and not a little outraged ranting about the absurd political maneuvering of it all and oh my god tony stark what are you DOING) and then it all went a little bit quiet for just a little while.

and a while later she’s busing tables or restocking pastries at a cafe or diner that pays a third of her rent, and clocks two shady as fuck beefy dudes at the table in the corner (backs to the walls eyes on the entrances/exits).

they seem to think they’re low profile with their ballcaps and hoodies and giant sunglasses and newspapers, but darcy lewis got within five feet of that star spangled square jaw one time and even said hi, and he keeps coming in with a short muscley black guy or the mangy looking brunette with the unseasonably long sleeves and gloves and that godawful haircut, and she is Not Stupid. 

but being Not Stupid means knowing steve rogers and friends are considered international fugitives, though she thinks for a moment–a breathless, adrenaline-buzzing moment–that they might somehow be here, in her shitty little diner/cafe in her mediocre little city ON PURPOSE–because she is.

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Miraculous Ladybug Angst Week Day 4:

;Day 4: Love/Life with a free form story about two kwamis who fell in love. Enjoy!t

Also posted on AO3

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And just like many other love stories, this one starts with a tragedy.

There was a man. A brave and fearless warrior who protected his people from other tribes. He was reckless, yes,  and strong headed,  but under that tough appearance, he had a golden heart and electric green eyes that expressed too much.

There was a woman from another tribe, whose skin was pale and fair as porcelain, but she was made of steel. She was petite, but on her shoulders carried the weight of her people. Her eyes, deep blue as the color of the sea during the storms was what conquered the man’s heart.

They met one day, a coincidence they had called it, but it was more than that. Fate has s funny way to present itself, but they didn’t realize it at first.

They were like the sun and the moon. She was his light, his ray of warmth that provided the love and affection that the man needed in his darkest days. He was the shadow that protected from harm, and made her feel at peace when her days were overwhelming.

“I’ll bring you bad luck, my lady,” he had whispered one night as his hand moved through her dark, long hair. “That’s okay. My good luck is enough for the both of us,” she said softly in return, placing her small hand above his tanned chest, where she could feel his heart beating. She knew that together, they could face anything.

Almost anything.

The years passed and their love progressed until one day, they people was attacked by a group of barbarians that wanted their territory. They fought side by side, and in the end, they won but at the cost of her life. “I should have protected you, my lady,” he said with a shaking voice, as he tried to contain the tears that betrayed to fall down his cheeks. “I told you I’d bring you bad luck”. His lady offered a weak smile, coughing as she felt the life abandoning her body. “You don’t understand, silly kitty. I did it because I love you, and because you have more lives to live.”

“But not without you, Tikki, not like this!” The knot in his throat made it hard for him to speak, and a shocked sob escaped his lips. “I will never leave you, Plagg. Bad luck and darkness will surround you, but I’ll be there for you. Forever.”

The Lady Luck die before dawn, leaving behind her a broken Black Cat.

The years continued their course, and death never seemed to approach him. Desperation was all he felt as he decided to isolate himself from the world. Without his Lady, the warrior didn’t think he was able to protect his people. But one day,  another invasion threatened his hometown, but the man was too old to care, too old to fight, so he received the visit of one of the oldest men of the tribe. The old man proposed the warrior that he would grant him one wish if he promised to help their people. “I know what I want, but it’s not what you need.” The older understood his words and nodded. “You were one of the bravest warriors this land has seen, but you’re in no condition to fight.”

The older man extracted from his pocket two jewels, a silver ring and black earrings. He offered the ring to the warrior, “If you accept, you will pass down your wisdom to the next generation and then the next one, and so on, as long as this world needs heroes. You will be the spirit that will guide the young warriors in this fight. You will represent chaos and destruction, the necessary elements to defeat any enemy.”

“But you won’t fight alone. Where there’s chaos, there will be order. Where there’s destruction, there will be creation. You will fight along her, your Lady Luck will be the guide to those with pure hearts, and together, you two will bring back the peace that these people need.”

After years of solitude, the warrior felt something blooming in his chest again, as if his heart started beating again. He nodded enthusiastically and accepted the ring. The last thing he saw was a green light covering his body.

—–

“Don’t you dare to do that again, stupid cat!” Her voice resounded through their room, as Marinette paced angrily. “I was trying to protect you,” Adrien answered, with his eyes fixed out the window. “And I will do it again if that mean I’m keeping you safe.”

She stopped at the center of the room and stared at him. “What if the akuma killed you? What if my magic couldn’t bring you back? Adrien, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Her voice was soft, and it almost broke his heart to see her so distressed for his well-being. He approached her and circled her small frame with his arms and rested his forehead against her. “You’re my Lady Luck, remember? Your good luck will enough for the both of us. Besides, I’m the black cat, I’ve got more lives to live.” Adrien placed a soft kiss on her lips and then on her head, as Marinette embraced him, resting her head against his beating chest. “Yes, you do, but not without me, silly kitty.”

From the distance, their two kwamis observed the scene before their eyes. Tikki smiled, her bright, blue eyes then turned to Plagg who wore a soft smile on his lips. “My kittens will never learn, will they?” He sighed, as Tikki nuzzled his cheek. “They learned from the best.”

History may repeat itself, but the black cat was convinced that, as long as he had his lady by his side, no one would stop their force of creation and destruction combined.