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☽ AUedits - kierarktina as avengers

↳ text by @herwndale

Cristina won the video game with a killing blow. Mark and Kieran watched her doing the little victory dance. She flipped her hair in their faces.

"Whatever, you cheated", Kieran mumbled.

"What was that? The loser's anthem?" She said.

She was way too excited but it was the first time when she played and actually won. Cristina had every right to celebrate her victory over the boys. The Black Widow, one of the world's greatest assassins was dancing on a silly song for her victory. Kieran smiled.

"Maybe if we do GET help, she will stop", Mark whispered.

"We are not doing that!", Kieran said in an instant.

"But why? You are Hawkeye..."

"Because she is our friend and I am not your brother to do the get help move. Did you hit your head with the hammer? And don't call me Hawkeye anymore!"

"Not lately...."

Cristina rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Her two dumbass friends never ceased to amaze her. She flipped her gorgeous hair in Mark's face.

"I can hear you, you know?"

"Because you are like an omniscient spider?", asked Mark.

"No, because I have ears.", she replied with a wink.

Cristina stopped in front of the window. Some buildings were in flames. She sighed and turned to face the boys. Just another day at the office. Kieran was already up and Mark hugged his hammer. She raised a brow at Mark.

"Get moving. And bring your thunder, too. Kieran, call the others. Let's go and have some Sunday fun."

"Will do.", Kieran obliged.

"I love it when you are bossy with us, m'lady.", Mark said laughing.

Cristina got out of the room raising the middle finger at her friends but smiling. The best part of being an Avenger wasn't killing monsters from other galaxies or whatever, but kicking the Avengers' asses.

➳ for anonymous

This actually turned out really good,,,

This is a collab with @keepitcyanic

Song: Blow by Kesha (Cirkut Remix) 

Show: Voltron Legendary Defender 

☽ AUedits - emma carstairs & julian blackthorn as demigods

↳ text by @herwndale

A demigods meeting with their parents was never a good sign. Emma sat in the back, hating her pretty dress, far from her sisters and brothers whom she couldn't understand. Zeus was on some kind of stage with Hera on his side and she could tell even from that distance that Hera was actually yelling at Zeus. She smiled when she saw Apollo doing some dumb origami for the little ones who were near him. She tried to catch a glimpse of her mother but she wasn't around. Typically for Nike to always be late and always bloody after every battle.

"Is this seat taken?" somebody said.

"No. Do sit." Emma said, not caring enough to look in the boy's direction.

After a few moments, an arrow passed a few meters from them with perfect aim and the kids were clapping. The boy who sat near her was not impressed, he actually rolled his eyes. Emma could've seen the resemblance. Apollo's son.

"It's hard when you are the one who gets ignored for this shows," the boy said "especially when he doesn't bother to ever reach you. Parents, right?"

She remembered the boy's name. Just like his father, or maybe because of him, he was amazing with a bow and arrows. Julian something. A tall boy, with quite a muscular body, curly beautiful hair and sea waves irises.

"Well, at least he is here. Mother is never here and when she comes she is bloody and wears a victory crown."

Even if they've never been introduced, Emma knew him but he wasn't sure what was the pretty girl's name.

"I take it you are one of Nike's daughters. Aren't you the only one left alive?"

Eve, Erin, something like that. He heard his teacher saying how good that girl is with a sword. Conquering the world kind of good.

"Yes, I am Nike's daughter and no, I'm not the only one. Your father is entertaining my relatives."

They both looked in the direction of Apollo but he was already staring at them with large eyes. He felt insecure seeing them together, knowing Emma's mother and what that could possibly mean for his boy.

"Julian", he said, looking in his father's eyes.

"Emma", she replied shaking his hand.

They started talking until Zeus came forward, surrounded by his brothers and sisters. Emma paid little attention to him, talking with Julian was more interesting. She knew that was the start of a beautiful friendship. And as a side effect, her mother and Apollo hated each other. Take the trouble and make it double, leave to your kids to make you want to kill someone.

➳ for @mostawesomepineapple

☽ AUedits - haline in game of thrones

↳ text by @herwndale

Helen entered the room like a queen, not caring enough to look at those from her Council. She was a Targaryen and had the dragon blood. And a dragon as a domestic pet to prove to those unfaithful. She sat on her chair and flipped her braided hair. Aline was always behind her, protecting her as she promised she would always do when Helen embraced her royal title.

"Sit." she said quietly and simply and everybody obeyed.

"If I may, my Queen," said firmly someone from her right.

Aline tensed and Helen looked at her for a brief second. The beautiful, yet so complicated girl with whom she fell in love with for about 3 years. Aline was simple, but the perfect warrior. She smiled brightly and cried hard everytime something bad happened to her family. Seeking revenge was what kept them both awake at night after making love. Not a single soul knew how deep were their feelings for each other. Helen sighed and gave the man permission to talk.

"You have to decide who you want to take your husband, my Queen. The Big Council and the Kingdom, your Kingdom, demands so. There is a lot of pressure coming from anywhere. We can't handle all of it, it's... too much."

Aline was so hurt by those words that she barely found the energy to stand still. Looking at Helen and seeing how fearless she was, given her unknown strength. Helen's dress covered her curves like a glove and her hair was braided like a queen's. Aline pinched herself to try to stay focused.

"Damn what the Kingdom wants. What about what I want? Does it even matter?" Helen yelled.

No one said anything. Aline made eye contact with Helen but went quiet. They both knew that as a Queen, it never mattered what she wanted. She took the Targaryen crown from the table and broke it in two.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, but that Crown...." said someone from the Small Council.

"That crown belonged to my father and to my grandfather and all of those before them. Now it belongs to me. And I decide what I want to do. And I want to take as a lover, as a wife, a woman. I know that all of you know about me and Aline. Stop pretending, you fools."

They looked surprised but no one dared to look into her eyes. Helen took Aline's hands in her own and kissed them while looking into her beautiful, deep brown eyes.

"I dare you, my Small Council, to say something against my decision."

Instead of disobeying, everybody fell on their knees and swore to protect and always serve them. Little did they knew that Helen was Aline's to protect. She was a Stark. Her family swore allegiance to the Targaryen's long before she was born. A wolf and a dragon fell in love. And for once, it ended up well.

And Helen had a dragon, a crown and her own power to protect everybody. In that certain moment she knew that whatever the future held, she will always have a soul to confide in. She knew that the blood that ran through her veins meant something. A Targaryen, a dragon, a flame. And a Stark, a wolf, the ice that keeps the world from breaking. Her world, at least.

"What now, my Queen?" Aline whispered.

"Now, Aline Stark, we are going to reign like no one before us did. Now, we take over the world."

That being said they left the meeting, side by side, as equals. The Small Council followed. Together, they were deadlier. Together, with the help of Helen's dragon, they conquered the new world.

➳ for @helen-lady-of-thorns