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TOM HOLLAND YOU DID AMAZING!! 

“Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”

So I’m just thinking about Yeats and his belief in “gyres.” Or violent events that thrust us into a new, more chaotic world. Yeats often references the Trojan War as a gyre as a comparison to how he felt living through the Irish civil war, WWI, and being rejected by Maud Gonne (he also frequently pinned Gonne as the Helen of Troy of Irish nationalism as a way to both blame her and deny her autonomy). Nolan seems to view the sack of Troy similarly. Odysseus’ trick led to violence that hurled Greece into a dark age of cruelty and no kindness.  Along those lines, I feel like Nolan is such a Roman. His depiction of the Trojan horse as deceitful and dishonorable is more in line with the Roman’s view than the Greek’s. He also portrays The Odyssey which, in the text, is sometimes a madcap, magical adventure as much more realistic and earthy. If I learned one thing from Latin class, Roman myths are more realistic, don’t feature as many mythical creatures or gods, and are moralistic in nature (they teach you how to be a good Roman). Nolan’s Odyssey is similar. The gods are more of a suggestion and less of a real presence in the movie. And the only physical depiction of a god (Athena) is implied to be a figment of the protagonist’s PTSD. I feel like Nolan would vibe with The Aeneid if it was more well known. He uses The Odyssey to teach us how to be good humans. Or, at least, impart the moral that we need to practice kindness to strangers, to beggars, to the maligned, and to the furry creatures we share this rock with (rip Argos).  Nolan’s point is one reached by another Irish author* that adapted The Odyssey once, it is our connection with each other, our memories, and our desire to go home that makes us human. 

I just think people on here aren’t giving the movie a fair shake. It’s not a one-to-one adaptation, but I don’t think folklore and myths are supposed to be. The cool thing about mythology or Shakespeare or Arthuriana is that it can be molded to adapt to the times! Shakespeare added Mercutio to Romeo and Juliet! I think it’s fine that Nolan’s adaptation depicts the gods as more relatable to a modern audience. And that he’s focuses more on the anti-war and PTSD elements that are present in the original. My only complaint that I agree with is that Nolan lowkey stripped Odysseus of his personality. Where’s his whimsy? His hubris? He’s not a character that really ever focused on honor and duty. Again, I feel like Nolan would’ve loved Aeneas.

Side Notes: - Robert Pattinson gave a GENERATIONAL performance. God bless.  - I chose to believe Athena was real because if there are cyclops and witches, why can’t Athena appear in person?  - They cut a lot of humor in the original, which was sad.  - The underworld scene is simply beautiful and desolate and macabre. Love.  - Every time they claimed Troy would launch the world into the dark ages, I got offended because 1. Rome is a coming, 2. why are you reheating Rome’s nachos? Their fall gets to bring about the dark ages!!

I’m sorry but that’s thinking way too small, hear me out:

We need to have Miss Piggy as Odysseus, and Kermit as Penelope.

Think about it… who’s the more fickle, prideful, warlike one in that relationship? Who is absolutely ready to go ham, at a moment’s notice?

The Greeks used the excuse of a woman and the war of gods to wage war with an economic competitor, then showed up on their enemy's shores and broke their own laws of hospitality to win the war and ransacked the city and its people. The story of those actions traveled the world, making everyone afraid of the "people from the sea," even the Greeks who WERE the people from the sea.

The suitors cried about the laws not being upheld for them but were unwilling to uphold them themselves. The same society was terrified of this invisible enemy that would invade because of their lack of morals, unaware that THEY are the ones who broke the laws first. They are their own boogeyman. The fear of foreignors was never about the actions of foreignors but their own actions.

The gods haunt the narrative as an ideal. If they were confirmed real, then this movie becomes a warning against breaking away from "the correct religion." Instead, it is a warning of how mutual care and respect for your fellow man, whether gods exist or not, is the backbone of society, and without it, morality becomes something to twist and fear monger.

The gods couldn't exist in this adaptation, so a lot of the plot points involving the gods had to be changed or left out. "Nobody" only matters if Odysseus doxxes himself for poseidon to punish. (The crew members insisting that they definitely heard the cyclops say posiedon and jumping to the conclusion that he was poseidon's son and they were cursed was a great change in my opinion.) The wind bag can only exist if the gods exist. Athena can only guide Telemechus and Odysseus if the gods exist. ("Athena" potentially only being Odysseus's guilt for the preistess he let die who only shows up in times where his actions in Troy are thematically important was *chef's kiss*.) The Trojan War is only a war sanctioned by the gods if the gods exist. Odysseus being stuck with Calypso for so long needs another reason (the lotus) if it's not by the will of the gods. What would Circe and Calypso be like if they weren't eternal goddesses? Did the crew go to Hades, or did they just perform a spell that raised the dead?

Magic and Monsters can still exist without the gods, and everything else can be explained by superstition, nature, and bad luck. The ideal of the gods haunt the narrative so wonderfully.

I'm not a fan of Nolan's directorial aesthetic, but for the themes he wanted to explore, I think this was a fantastic retelling of the original. Accuracy isn't and shouldn't always be the goal. Sometimes, taking an existing story and making something new in order to speak to a different aspect of humanity is all we can really hope for.

The Greeks used the excuse of a woman and the war of gods to wage war with an economic competitor, then showed up on their enemy's shores and broke their own laws of hospitality to win the war and ransacked the city and its people. The story of those actions traveled the world, making everyone afraid of the "people from the sea," even the Greeks who WERE the people from the sea.

The suitors cried about the laws not being upheld for them but were unwilling to uphold them themselves. The same society was terrified of this invisible enemy that would invade because of their lack of morals, unaware that THEY are the ones who broke the laws first. They are their own boogeyman. The fear of foreignors was never about the actions of foreignors but their own actions.

The gods haunt the narrative as an ideal. If they were confirmed real, then this movie becomes a warning against breaking away from "the correct religion." Instead, it is a warning of how mutual care and respect for your fellow man, whether gods exist or not, is the backbone of society, and without it, morality becomes something to twist and fear monger.

The gods couldn't exist in this adaptation, so a lot of the plot points involving the gods had to be changed or left out. "Nobody" only matters if Odysseus doxxes himself for poseidon to punish. (The crew members insisting that they definitely heard the cyclops say posiedon and jumping to the conclusion that he was poseidon's son and they were cursed was a great change in my opinion.) The wind bag can only exist if the gods exist. Athena can only guide Telemechus and Odysseus if the gods exist. ("Athena" potentially only being Odysseus's guilt for the preistess he let die who only shows up in times where his actions in Troy are thematically important was *chef's kiss*.) The Trojan War is only a war sanctioned by the gods if the gods exist. Odysseus being stuck with Calypso for so long needs another reason (the lotus) if it's not by the will of the gods. What would Circe and Calypso be like if they weren't eternal goddesses? Did the crew go to Hades, or did they just perform a spell that raised the dead?

Magic and Monsters can still exist without the gods, and everything else can be explained by superstition, nature, and bad luck. The ideal of the gods haunt the narrative so wonderfully.

I'm not a fan of Nolan's directorial aesthetic, but for the themes he wanted to explore, I think this was a fantastic retelling of the original. Accuracy isn't and shouldn't always be the goal. Sometimes, taking an existing story and making something new in order to speak to a different aspect of humanity is all we can really hope for.

Odysseus is repeatedly described as a “veteran” by both himself and others in Christopher Nolan’s 2026 adaptation of The Odyssey. No such word exists in Attic Greek. There is a word for men who are absent or else too sick to fight (ἀπόμαχος); there is a word for old men (γέρων), who would not have been expected to fight anymore (see, for examples in the art of the time, Nestor in The Iliad). But there is no one-to-one translation for the English word “veteran” for the simple reason that the Ancient Greeks had no such concept. City-states went to war every couple of years, meaning no one could ever fully move beyond it. War was not something you sign up for, leave, go do Over There, and hopefully come back from. Virtually all men fought in wars, which meant soldiers were not a minority — they were not special.

...The Odyssey (2026) brings the American tradition of shooting and crying to Troy. Odysseus the veteran cannot fully come back home from the war until he has made peace with the crime he committed overseas. Smuggling soldiers into enemy territory via wooden horse might not constitute a war crime by today’s standards, but Nolan frames this strategy as a violation of “Zeus’ law”.

...Anne Carson calls the Odyssey a “postwar epic”. Crying after shooting is simply what a postwar epic looks like in America. In that way, Nolan truly has adapted Homer; Nolan has imported his own cultural situation into the myth.

Just as The Aeneid used Homeric archetypes to express Roman national identity, The Odyssey (2026) shows Americans how we view ourselves: we love our home; we love our family; we come from multiple races, but most of us are white; we are world-weary; we did something wrong far away, but our memories are foggy, and it’s best not to dwell too much on our victims; our hands are perpetually innocent, and stained with fresh blood.

I actually do not give an actual fuck about (most of) the perceived inaccuracies and adaptive flourishes of Nolan's Odyssey and I think that some of you need to understand that stories can be good even if they are changed to fit a different thematic structure. I simply do not care about perceived mischaracterizations of one of history's oldest blorbos: Idgaf that it didn't include the Nobody detail when Odysseus' connection to the gods is tenuous and his sponsor god/the personification of his guilt wears the face of an innocent murdered as a result of his violations. His defining character traits are established much differently, and in my opinion, serve the medium far better. I think that some of you need to stop the rehash and enjoy a piece of art that claims inspiration, not accuracy.

Thank you so much! This one hit me in the heart ❤️ I hope I did this prompt justice and you enjoy it!

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Your eyes fluttered open, the sounds of pans clanging against each other waking you up from a sound sleep. Rolling over in bed, you noticed your boyfriend was missing. “Must be making breakfast,” you thought.

“Rafi? You’re up early,” you said, getting out of bed and padding down the hall towards the kitchen. Turning the corner, your heart stopped upon seeing the back of a white haired stranger that was certainly not Rafael. “Who….who are you?”

Twin!AU & Yandere!AU - Merry Christmas @ninibears-erigom​, hope you enjoy~

Folie À Deux - Madness of Two

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (threesome, some spanking, naughty times)

Pairing: Jongin X Reader X Kai

Words: 9,056

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: On the eight day of ficmas, Jackie gave to me~ haha, sorry the gift is late boo, but here it is! Also, I’ve never written a threesome before, so bear with me and I apologize if it’s awkward lol. As always, I do not believe Jongin would act like this, this is just my interpretation of the archetype. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

Poly!Avengers x Reader

Summary- Everyone is born with a tattoo, it represents their soulmate (or soulmates). You’ve always wondered what your strange tattoo meant. All of your questions start getting answered when you meet Tony Stark, a self-destructive billionaire who has the same soulmark as you.

Message-  Send an ASK if you want to be tagged.

Warnings- Mentions of drinking and driving

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five

Word Count- 943

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◇ Genre: Cupid! AU, fluff, n barely there angst tbh

◇ Summary: A certain pink-haired cupid promises to help fix your love-life when he accidentally ruins it thanks to a wretched broken arrow.

◇ Word Count: 12k (rip)

◇ A/N: When Hope messaged me with this idea, I instantly fell in love (get it hehehe). So this one’s for you babe! happy (early) birthday, ily lots @hopefulbyun 😘

If you’re still accepting requests then can you do vixx as androids (like for error) and them working with/falling for the person who worked on them? 

Hakyeon: 

Hakyeon had sensed that something was off about you. Your sparkling eyes were swollen and red, you found it hard to stay awake while you were working on him, and your random were replaced with groans of pain. It pained him to see you in such a state, so he began to put together a plan to help you recover quickly. 

During the night of planning, something within him opened up, memories of him caring for you before, of you curling into him to hide away from the illness, of him feeding you soup to help you, of you washing your pyjamas in a relaxing scented powder to aid you in sleep. They fascinated him, it was like a movie. His plans quickly changed to replicate them, in hopes they would bring you happiness. 

When you woke, he had folded freshly washed pyjamas next to you on the bed for you to put on before meeting him for breakfast. When you picked up on the scent of them, it made your heart hurt slightly, partly from hope, partly from missing Hakyeon. You changed into them and stumbled sleepily into the kitchen to be greeted by another family smell. 

“The memories you programmed me to have showed me that we’ve done this before,” he turned to smile at you as he poured some soup into the bowl for you. “What memories?” you rubbed your eyes as you leaned against the counter. “The ones you made of us together,” he set the bowl in front of you before giving you a spool. “It must have taken a long time to come up with them,” his harmless chuckle stopped when he saw your expression. “Those are real…” it was his turn to screw his face in confusion. “How can they be real when I’ve only been a live a few months?” he sat next to you. “I made you after I lost the human you.”

The room fell to silence. You took a drink of the much needed soup, while he stared with wide eyes at the worktop. “Everything I’m seeing now really happened? I was in love with you then too?” he stayed in his trance for a few more moments before jumping up. “I remember…” he looked at you, expecting some sort of answer, but you were unable to give one. “I did it wrong!” he groaned. “I should bring you the soup in bed, then we can cuddle and talk!” he shook his head. 

You smiled as you watched him, he had become what you built him for months before you had planned. You has your Hakyeon back. “Let’s go to bed!” he picked up the bowl again, took your hand and walked with you to the bedroom.   

Taekwoon:

From the moment you woke him up, Taekwoon knew he had lived before. Even if his body was newly made, his mind was filled with vague memories that would tease him. The feelings and memories became stronger once you had let him freely walk around your home. He’d recognise things that you bought together, or places where you spent alot of time. He’d shrug normally shrug these off. He was only a machine that was made a couple months ago, there was no way you would be in a relationship with a machine. 

One evening when he decided to wander into the sitting room and saw you in  shirt he’d worn in these visions, he had to ask you about it, no longer caring if you laughed him away.

“I’ve been human, haven’t I?” his question pulled you attention away from whatever was playing on the screen. Your answer of “no” frustrated him. “Not as I am now. But there has been a me before. A human me…” he moved to sit on the sofa. “A human version of me… that was in a relationship with you,” it shocked you to learn that he had found the memories so quickly, but it also filled you with hope. Maybe you could continue your life with him by our side.  

“The human you is gone… That’s why you’re here… I planted his memories in you… I didn’t know you could access them on your own…” you turned the tv off and turned your body to him. “I haven’t got to all of them. I would appreciate you helping me see them…” his plump lips were curled into a smile. “I want to carry on where things left off. If you’ll have me?” he offered his hand out to you. “Of course I want you,” you breathed, taking his hand before you leaned forward to connect your lips to his. 

When you pulled back, his face was blank. It was the look he wore when you were upgrading his software. You thought this information had ruined him in some way, so you went to push yourself up to go to the lab and repair him, but he pulled you down into his arms. “Keep kissing me. I’m remembering.”

Jaehwan: 

Today should have been your third anniversary. Instead of spending it with your warm loving boyfriend, you’d be spending it with a version of him that looked and acted like him, but only knew you as the person that made and maintains him. You had given him all of the memories in hopes that he would find them and things would return to how they were, you were just waiting for him to get used to this life.

Jaehwan was already in the kitchen when you entered, a large grin pulled at his lips when he saw you, but quickly dropped at the sight of your red eyes. “Why do you look so sad?” he asked, rushing to inspect you. “Is everything alright?” his hand came to rest on your shoulder in attempt to comfort you. “You can tell me anything,” he offered a small smile. 

You looked over his face, debating if you should inform him of your life with the human version of him. You moved past him to sit on the kitchen counter, patting the space next to you, which he happily occupied. “You’re an android, yeah?” he nodded at the question, the smile growing back on his face. “Before you were made, there was a human version of you…” his hand returned to your shoulder, thumb rubbing over your skin. “I lost him… So I made you…” 

When he was silent, you glanced at him, to see him rapidly blinking. “Jaehwan?” you whisper was interrupted by his gasp. “I remember!” he exclaimed, hopping down from the counter. “Today is three years!” he beamed, causing your own smile to finally form on your face. “I should have remembered sooner! I would’ve had prepared something while you were asleep!” he stepped closer to you, holding a hand out for you to take. 

“I can’t eat, but we can go on a date in the park? Or maybe we could cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie?” he giddily asked as you took his hand. “You still like the same movies, right?” he moved to stand between your legs. “I do. I’m ready to make you watch them until you’re sick of them,” you teased. “I think i can survive if I get to hold you.” 

Wonsik: 

Wonsik picked up on your low mood the moment you returned home. It upset him to know that somebody so great could be made to feel so bad. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?” he questioned while watching you put away your bag and shoes. “Can I ask you to do something for me? It might be strange, but I need it…” you were given an intimidate nod. “Can you cuddle me?” your question made him smile and instantly open his arms for you to enter. 

For a few moments, everything felt okay. It was like he never left you. “Do I feel as comfortable as human me did?” he asked, causing you to pull back, eyes wide. “Was I not supposed to remember?” he frowned, making you shake your head. “You were, but not so early on…” you mumbled, unsure of what you were feeling. “I’m sorry. I can shut them out if you want… I haven’t learned alot yet… Just that I loved you as much as a human as I do now,” he let his arms drop back to his sides before turning to leave. 

“How do you feel about it?” your words stopped him and made him chuckle. “I feel very lucky to have a second chance with you,” he glanced over his shoulder at you. “And excited to love you once more…” 

You wrapped yourself around him once more, nuzzling your face into him. “You’re happy now?” he returned his arms around you, holding you protectively to his chest. “I’m more than happy,” you whispered into him. “Tomorrow, can I make up for all the things I didn’t keep me word on as a human?” his fingers stroked your back lightly. “I don’t care what you do tomorrow as long as you’re by my side.”

Hongbin: 

Hongbin’s eyes looked over every virtual picture and video of the two of you that was placed infront of him. Everytime you let him see them, he felt some sort of happiness rush over him. He waited patiently for each “treatment” so he could see you happily in love. 

Today was the tenth week of trying to get something to click within him, to get him to see that the two of you were partners. You watched him smile as he looked through all of the pictures you presented, it was something you had missed, something you wish you could see towards you once more. Your moment of admiring him was interrupted by a gasp left his lips. 

Before you could call him name, he ripped the device from his head and stood. “It’s all back!” he exclaimed, pulling you to his chest rightly. “I’ve missed you so much!” you heard him sob, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I love you so much…” he breathed, making your eyes fill with tears. 

“You’re back?” you questioned, pulling away slightly to look at him. “Back where I belong,” he nodded, moving a hand to cup your face and wipe away the stray tear that rolled down your cheek. “I promise I won’t leave you this time,” he flashed a smile before hugging you tightly once more. “I love you so much.”

Sanghyuk: 

Sanghyuk had been bored, so he began to snoop around your desk in the lab.  The colourful book in the bottom drawer caught his attention, so he grabbed it and went to make himself comfortable. 

He thought the book would just contain simple notes, maybe some of the doodles you create when you’re stuck with something. It’s contents shocked the android, page after page was filled with pictures of you and him. He was only a few months old, but these pictures were taken over five years. 

He’d felt a strong connection to you from the moment he woke up, and these pictures added more fuel to the fire. He needed to know more, he needed to know every little thing about these pictures, about this version of himself. 

He rushed out of the lab to find you, the book clutched to his chest. His sudden entrance into the room startled you, but it was what he was holding that really scared you. “Why do you have that?” you questioned trying to take it from him. “Why are you hiding things from me? We were partners and you tried hiding it from me? Just because I forgot doesn’t mean you can pretend it didn’t happen!” his brows knitted together as he tried to process what he was feeling. 

“I was never partners with you. You’re only a month old,” you managed to snatch the book from him. “Then explain the pictures!” he huffed, stepping closer to you. “That was a human. You’re a machine. When I lost the human, I built you to replace him…” you sighed, opening the book to look through the pages. The sadness you radiated made him regret showing anger towards you, so he gave a quiet apology and moved to look at the pictures with you. “Talk me through them…” he spoke quietly. “You made me to replace him… Teach me…” you glanced to him before agreeing. 

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Warnings: BLACK PANTHER SPOILER ALERT

Pairing: T'Challa x Reader, Erik Killmonger x reader.

Summary: in an alternative universe where T’Challa is the king and his best friend and cousin is Erik Killmonger, both fall in love with the same girl.

A/N: we are becoming a great marvel family. Check out my master list with all the imagines I wrote. Sorry this one was short. Let me know what you think xx

Shuri talking.

Y/N talking.

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Erik was on the floor completely unconscious and I could shake awake. I was in shock. I had just kissed him two seconds ago. There was someone on the door, there were some considering the amount of knocks. Trying to realize what just happened.

“Y/N! Y/N open up or I’ll break this door in half” Nakia was yelling from the other side.

“Y/N, we know Erik is with you. Open this door” T’Challa was speaking more calmed than his girlfriend ugh.

I opened the door without saying a world. I put my body aside so they could see Erik resting on the floor, covered in bruises. Shuri ran between the happy couple to see and examine Erik that was fainted and covered in bruises on the ground. Nakia, Okoye and T’Challa came inside my bedroom but they didn’t look pleased.

“What is he doing here, Y/N?” Shuri asked and everyone turned their heads to look at me.

“I-I don’t know. He came in, locked the door and fainted. He didn’t say a word”I said. I wasn’t lying. I was just omitting the fact that we made out and it felt so great.

“Maybe actions speak louder than words” Okoye said raising an eyebrow. My jaw was on the floor. “Come on Y/N. You are not wearing any clothes”

Damn she was right. I was wearing just my underwear and a silk lavender robe. T’Challa looked disappointed but looked away. Nakia was checking on Erik, considering that he hadn’t woken up.

“I’m going to take him to the lab” Shuri said and from the ground emerged a flying stretcher that followed Shuri to the door. How could I let Erik go without explaining what the heck did just happen.

“I’m going with you” I said but T’Challa looked at me with his eyes full of confusion and anger.

“No” he said without hesitation.

“I beg you pardon” I asked him. “Nakia, Okoye go with Shuri to the lab. I’ll be there in a minute. I need to discuss something with the king” they looked at T’Challa waiting for his response but he only nodded. They shut the door. He didn’t say a word so I assumed that he was waiting for me to start talking “your highness, why can’t I go and see Erik? I was on my way trying to trust him, as you requested it” he turned around and faced the window so he could admire the stars in the sky.

“Do you know that the Black Panther has an amazing sight, Y/N?” He turned to take a good look at me and I nodded “Do you think that Okoye, Nakia or Shuri saw the blood stains in your robe? Do you think they noticed that those stains looked like hands grabbing your waist?” I was speechless and couldn’t hide it. Even that I was trying to say something my brain didn’t work. “What did he do, Y/N? What did he do to you?” I could answer that and face my destiny or I could stay in silence “ANSWER ME!” He yelled and punched the wall leaving a big gap. “Answer me, Y/N or I’ll-“

“He kissed me” I interrupted him “He kissed me and I kissed him” I think it was late at night because I swear I saw tears on his eyes “He came knocking the door and without saying a word w-we were kissing and it was nice” he looked down and then the tear fell. “Your highness-“

“Stop it! You’re-you are just making things worse” He raised his head and looked me into my eyes and I just felt like I had committed treason “did it remember of me?”oh no. How is he asking me that? My thoughts were making me hurt and decided not to answer that.

“What happened with him? Did he-”T’Challa grabbed my face and pulled it closer to his.

“Your king asked you a question. Did. It. Remember. Of. Me?”I closed my eyes and let a tear slip. I nodded and saw in his eyes many emotions fear, anger, sadness and surprise. But mostly was rage within those eyes I loved to admire “from now on, you’ll be locked inside this bedroom and will not be able to leave until I say so. You committed treason ” he walked away and before arriving to the door I exploded.

“I COMMITTED TREASON?!” I yelled and he came back to me filled with rage.

“You chose to kiss him” he said calm and once again, he turned around.

“YOU CHOSE HER OVER ME!” He stopped walking but couldn’t see me “YOU. CHOSE. HER” now he faced me and we were both crying “Do you know what is like to be fighting for your love and someone that is better than you makes him fall in love with her? Do you know what is like to imagine you with her? Do you know what it feels like to leave your country and your king because your heart is so broken that being here would kill you? Do you know- Do you know what it feels like to lose your soul mate? Do you?” Without answering he looked down “Lock me up if you want but if you do, don’t bother looking for me ever again”

T’Challa gave up. He gave up a fight, which had never happened. He gave up on me, a long time ago but now he did it again. I needed to cry my heart out and pray to the panther goddess to take me with her as soon as possible. How should anyone feel when your love picks someone over you? That is just wrong. Millions of song are written about heartbreaks but this one is much bigger than anything ever written. I laid on my bed with the picture of T’Challa crying, Erik fainted on the floor and Okoye’s face when she figured out what happened. Before closing my eyes my phone vibrated. It was a message from Shuri.

Don’t tell my brother I sent you this but he woke up for a few minutes and he said “she was beautiful tonight”

A smile appeared on my face but I erased it immediately. What if he was talking about someone else? Like Nakia.

I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me Shuri.

I asked him “who?” And with the biggest smile he has said “Y/N” and went unconscious again.

I couldn’t believe what my eyes were reading. I was still locked up in this fuck up bedroom.

Shuri, it doesn’t matter. Your brother locked me up until he says I can leave. So it doesn’t matter.

You let me do the talking ;) Get some rest, Y/N.

With that message I turned my cellphone off and everything went black very fast. I couldn’t wait until T’Challa set me free so I could leave Wakanda once again.

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This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^)  part two: here

You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“…Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could  have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

“This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.  He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

“We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We’re sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

Poly!Avengers x Plus sized!reader

Summary- When your boyfriend demands the two of you become open or break up you meet some interesting people.

Message- this is kinda based on a reddit thread I saw on tumblr. It’s the original avengers. So Clint, Tony, Natasha, Thor, Steve, and Bruce.  Should I turn this into a series? Domestic poly life? Maybe introduce other characters? Let me know what you guys think.

Warnings- boyfriend try’s to HIT the reader, he will also emotionally hurt the reader. Reader strong armed into an open relationship. Reader has Low self esteem

Word Count- 1331

“It’s this or we’re through.” Brock says and you start crying, he rolls his eyes at you.

“Okay.” You finally sob and Brock grins at you.

“I’m going out, lock up when you leave.” He says as he leaves you on the couch. You hear the door slam shut and you curl up on Brocks couch and cry a bit more. Then you lift yourself off of the couch and leave Brocks apartment. You decide to go to the park near your apartment, their you sit on one of the benches and try to stop the tears from streaming down your face.

“Forgive me, but I just can’t ignore a maiden as beautiful as you looking so sad. I hope that I am not overstepping or causing offense. But here.” A large man says as he shoves a hot chocolate in your face. “I am Thor, one of the Avengers.”

“Y/N.” You say as you try to smile through your tears.