#may continue

Give me heartbroken Steve who, after skipping a heat, finds out he's pregnant with his the alpha's pup(s). Give me steve freaking out cause holy shit he's too young to be a dame and his alpha doesn't even want him.

Give me steve crying and making a decision that's too heavy for a young mom- or person- to make. He makes the difficult decision to terminate the pregnancy. He's just too young. He wants kids but not at this point in his life.

Give me 4 years of steve avoiding Eddie and Eddie forever regretting leaving the omega. Both because he's still afraid of the love he saw and steve always scents so sad around him.

Give me steve borderline depressed and wanting kids, having to live with the what-ifs of his life. Of how big their kids would be now. Of how they'd be talking and probably have Eddie's eyes and hair. Of trying to brush and tame the wild frizzy locks while they tell him about their day. Give me steve in mourning because of a difficult decision he was forced to make. Give me reserved steve because of how, regardless of what decision he made, he still marred his youth and had to grow up too fast.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool (Movieverse), Deadpool - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Spider-Man & Wolverine, Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies) & Wade Wilson Characters: Spider-Man, Peter Parker, Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies) Additional Tags: Found Family, Questionable Humor, OOC, Descriptions of Blood, scent descriptions Summary:

Wolverine runs into spiderman and takes some interest in the kid not dying. Peter is dealing with a world without any family left in it to care.

~A Starfruit in the Anti-void~

Just a fun little thing to bring my girl Starfruit back! I'm surprised this took only a little over 3 hours, omg ahah. Might make a continuation if people want it, or an ask thing idk. ^^

Script under, for people like me who struggle to read blueberrors text hah!

Warning for blood and character near-death.

This is kinda dark (as the title suggests) and it's not coming out the way I want it to as I write it, but basically I have an alternate S5 where instead of letting Lena leave the prison after Non Nocere fails, Lex drugs her and uses the emergency watch she still wears to lure Kara to one of LuthorCorp's warehouses.

Of course Kara goes, because how can she not, even though she and Lena are fighting. But she at least has the sense to not go alone. She, Alex, Jonn and Nia all show up together, while Brainy monitors the situation from HQ.

Kara isn't surprised to see the watch in Lex's hand, but it does surprise her to see that Lena isn't standing next to him.

"I knew you'd come," he drawls loudly as Kara and her friends carefully approach. He appears to be alone, but when he snaps his fingers Otis steps from the shadows, roughly shoving a bound and gagged Lena ahead of him.

"Lena!"

Otis kicks the back of Lena's legs as they come abreast of Lex, sending her crashing to her knees. Lex rips the tape from her mouth and tosses it aside, but Lena doesn't immediately speak.

She blinks sluggishly, her gaze slightly unfocused as it casts about the warehouse before finally coming to a rest on Kara.

"She's drugged," Nia observes in a quiet murmur. Kara nearly speeds to Lena's side, but hesitates when Alex puts a warning hand on her arm. Who knew what kind of trap Lex has in store.

"Kara..." Lena's voice is gravelly. "Kara, I'm so sorry..."

In one fluid motion Lex pulls a pistol from gis waistband and presses the muzzle to the side of Lena's head. Lena's eyes close for a long moment, and Kara can hear the staccato thump of her heartbeat. She may be drugged, but Lena understands what's about to happen.

They all do.

"Lex!" Kara warns, a threat on her lips, but it dies when she sees Lex's spiteful glare. Instead, she appeals to any compassion he may yet have. "She's your sister..."

"Indeed she is," Lex agrees calmly. "A fact she seems to have forgotten of late. It seems her loyalties have shifted."

Kara takes a careful step forward, lifting a placating hand. She searches for an opening, some way to swoop in and pluck Lena from danger... but finds none. Lex's finger rests firmly on the trigger, ready to squeeze at the slightest hint of intervention.

As fast as she is, this is one bullet she can't outspeed.

"We can talk about this--"

"There is nothing to talk about!" Lex thunders, his voice reverberating across the warehouse. Kara freezes when Lena grimaces, her head tilting from the insistent pressure of the gun at her temple.

In the next moment, Lex calms. His shoulders relax, and he regards Kara with a cool gaze.

"I gave her everything-- offered her everything she ever wanted. And she spat in my face."

His features harden.

"I may not have won her to my side," he delivers coolly. "But neither will you."

For a moment, time seems to slow. Kara's eyes snap to Lena's. Lena gazes back, her eyes wide and pleading.

Please forgive me.

"NO!"

Kara's cry is swallowed by the crack of the gu shot. Lena's head snaps aside in a spray of blood. The force of the impact pitches her to one side, and she crumples.

The world snaps back into motion. With a roar, Kara turns her heat vision on Lex, only for Otis to intercept with a continuous blast from the kryptonite shard embedded in his chest. Behind him, Lex keys open a portal and escapes through it without a backwards glance. Otis follows a moment later, and the portal snaps closed behind them.

Kara doesn't even think of trying to follow. She doesn't register the tears on her cheeks as she speeds to Lena's side. All she knows is that blood soaks her knees as she reaches for her friend, and that Lena's skin is still warm as she carefully cups Lena's cheek.

There's an unnatural stillness that echoes in Kara's ears, even as she watches the pool of blood slowly spread beneath Lena's head.

"Kara... Kara!"

Kara snaps back into her body at the sound of her sister's voice. She blinks, and suddenly Alex is there, one hand shaking Kara by the shoulder even as the other presses against Lena's neck.

"A-Alex..."

"There's still a pulse," Alex snaps, her voice sharo with urgency. "She's still alive--"

"Take her to the Legion ship," Brainy echoes over comms. "The healing pods may yet be able to save her."

Kara nods, though every muscle in her body seems to quake. She carefully slides her arms under Lena's body as Alex steadies her head and neck until it rests against Kara's collarbone.

"Don't look," Alex warns, her eyes dark. "And don't you dare stop."

Without wasting the time to respond, Kara launches into the air and zooms from the warehouse, Lena's weight heavy in her arms.

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Look, my first Melabby is here

Abby gets to the aquarium in search of Owen but he’s asleep and there’s someone else here already: Mel.

They talk, they fight and more.

Or

The day had started wonderfully, Milo woke up on time, so he was able to make himself breakfast. Claire, his crush of five years, had messaged him asking if he could drop her off at home after school. Since he had something to look forward to, the day seemed to go by agonizingly slow; it was something time always did when a person was looking forward to something. The final bell rang and like a herd of cattle everyone rushed to catch their bus or hop in their car to get home. Milo caught sight of Claire leaning against an old brick wall next to the school, he rushed over eyes alight, neither of them noticed the men watching from the dark forest.

According to the dictionary, being in danger is defined as a situation in which loss of life or serious harm is possible.

In Milo’s opinion, the definition of in danger should have a picture of his face right in the middle of the page. He didn’t want to be caught up in the crime of the century, but here he was, blood covering the new converse his mom had bought him. Standing in front of Milo were the two masked men and a dead body at his feet. Claire’s once blonde hair was like a sponge for the chunks of brain and blood seeping out of her skull. The crowbar Milo had used still had bits of skull on it, and it lay static between his feet.

A hand clasped Milo’s shoulder, and the situation he was in seemed to dawn on him. He just murdered someone because two men told him to or otherwise he’d be in Claire’s position right now.

Sweat gathered on his brow as the two men hauled him to his feet. He would’ve fought against them and said they had the wrong man, that he was incapable of ending a life, but the body at his feet told another story. As the men looked at one another, a low rumbling laugh came out of one of their mouths. His ski mask was lifted above his nose, Milo could make out a patchy beard as he leaned close to Milo’s face. He could smell the cigarettes on his breath, and one word came out of his mouth,

“Run.”

The forest was dense as Milo took off into the trees, all he could think about were different ways to lose the two wolves chasing him. Much to his dismay, the setting sun provided little light in the thick woods and all Milo could hope for was that his eyes adjusted to the darkness that enveloped him as he ran for what he assumed to be his life. Branches scraped at the skin on his face leaving behind thin cuts, thorns ripped at his jeans leaving pin-sized holes. His mom would scold him when he ever got home; if he ever got home.

It was easy to get turned around in the forest at the edge of the schoolyard, every year it seemed more and more kids went missing there, and every year less and less people cared about their disappearances.

Milo focused back on running, for he feared if he focused on anything else for too long he’d lose his footing, and then he’d be a goner. He yelped as a bullet embedded itself in a tree right by his shoulder, they were gaining on him. Milo picked his head up, he could see it, the exit of the forest. Orange sunlight flooded the gap that was the forest’s end, and his emotions did a complete one-eighty. A relieved smile formed as he reached a hand towards the exit in the trees, home was in his grasp.

His smile morphed into a look of horror as a bullet tore through his palm, leaving behind a gaping hole. He fell to the ground, gripping his hand, he was suddenly pulled back by his hood, choking at the force on his neck.

“Too slow bunny.”

Milo felt hot tears burn his cheeks, “please don’t.”

A Marvel Loki fanfiction focusing on the relationship between Sigyn and Loki

“The God of Mischief is what many know Loki by. His tale of treachery against Asgard is a tale that is known through the realms as a warning to many, so that if they ever see him be wary of what he may do. Though, not everyone saw him in that light. Thousands of years ago there was a girl who, instead of seeing a god, saw a man without love. This is the tale of Sigyn Iwaldidottir. the wife to Loki, princess of Asgard, the Bride of Victory.“

Asgards’ light shined bright, allowing for cascading colors to shine in their true iridescent shades. The kingdom glowed with radiance as the golden pillars stood tall imitating the power the realm had. Magic could be felt pulsing through every citizen, old and young, as their day commenced. Some felt its pleasant buzz to a higher degree and used it for their daily routine. The chatter of excitement was loud as the people of the fine kingdom gossiped throughout their day. Chores were being done and people were going about as their intentions plagued their minds.     

Up in the castle, the light glistened on each surface enveloping it in a warm glow. The harsh noises of the outside atmosphere contrasted vigorously with the calm silence in the palace halls. Guards switched shifts releasing the exhausted men from their statuesque pose that they had been keeping up all night. The chefs in the kitchen were creating the morning meal for the royals, warriors, and help as quickly as their limbs would allow. Odors oozed out, swallowing the air in thick scents of fermented grapes and with the spice of sauteed meats. The mouth-watering fragrance couldn’t compare to the taste itself as one bite would allow even the fussiest of eaters to gobble its contents in mere seconds.    

King Odin himself sat upon his throne looking out the crystal windows seeing the smiles of his people. His gold armor provided a stark contrast to his snow-white hair and matching beard. His ravens, Huginn and Muninn, perched atop the throne as they looked around cawing from time to time. Speaking their coded language that no one but Odin himself could truly understand. One flew slightly and perched on the Odinsword, careful to not brush against it for it was sharpened to a deadly point daily. As to always be ready for any oncoming battle that could commence. Though it would be a day of celebration as a grand festival would occur in honor of Thor, as he had defeated a massive horde of Bilchsteim.    

Queen Frigga was starting her morning by quickly getting ready and thanking each maid that passed her. Her hair laid atop her head in intricate braids that help pearl pins to make sure nothing moved out of place. On this very morning, she wore her deep plum dress that draped around her form; radiating effortless elegance. She was making sure everything would be perfect for the gathering as she checked and re-checked every little detail. From making sure each cloth was neatly pressed to even forcing Thor to wash after his training with Sif and the warriors three in the bog of Vifilsson.   

Now that was a sight to see. A grown god pouting about being told off by their mother, some things never change. Once Thor had left the youngest of the family Loki, decided to have a bit of fun. As some would say, “No day was complete without a little sprinkle of mischief.” Once he was in the washroom Loki was able to sneak in and swiped Thor’s garments. He needed to get something new, these were disgusting as just by touching them he could feel how they were soaked with sweat and other fluids. Once out of the room Loki had slipped away in the warmth of the shadows waiting for crime to be noticed. Minutes later a grand scream resonated through the halls of the palace. Thor looked like a wet wolf as his hair stuck to his anger-ridden face. Only a small cloth covered his jewels; Loki had to give him some form of decency no one wants to see that early in the morning.

 “LOKI! GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES NOW!” Thor roared. He held onto the cloth tightly while Loki stayed close to the dark. Thor flailed around searching for any sign of the classical, imperial green and gold Loki possessed. His eyes scanned over my position, deception covered his gaze, and Loki wasn’t uncovered. Thor gave a reluctant sigh of defeat and he trudged away, trying to make sure each hallway was vacant as to not only be scolded again by Frigga but to be humiliated by Odin.

Once the clothes themselves were away from my possession, as to not be caught for the small crime, Loki made his way towards the only sanctuary left in the kingdom. The Grand Asgardian Library, containing authors ranging from Mimir to Thoth, was the largest in all of Asgard. Its many writings were cataloged by the grandmaster librarian Runa. She was a tall woman who always seemed to be in a foul mood; which reminded Loki of how Runa and Sif would be the best of friends. If Runa didn’t have such hatred for these warriors as they would always demand her to tell them their answer instead of easily looking finding it in the many scrolls. Runa always made sure the library was in picture-perfect condition, and all those who chose to mess with her library felt the wrath of her quill. It may not seem legendary but she had deadly accuracy that made archers jealous.

“My prince,” Runa greeted. The two were used to one another’s company as not many would come here unless for something specific. “Greetings Runa. How has your morning been? I do hope that the day-brained haven’t messed with any new additions,” Loki said. His voice always held some snark now. Loki sometimes wondered what he would sound like without the attitude that he had accumulated through his life.

“Just the usual bunch with one exception,” she said. This perked some interest.

“Oh? I didn’t think anyone would be here. You know how those fools act, I’m surprised they even know how to interpret these scriptures.”“I wouldn’t talk like that for it is a new individual. A woman, I haven’t seen her before and I haven’t heard about any new handmaidens. She did seem interested in the tales of the frost giants. Peculiar wouldn’t you say?” Runa said. Her brow raised as she shared a look with Loki. The two weren’t used to new blood in their usual abode.

“Frost giants you say? It is an odd thing to look for, considering everyone’s stance on them. Where is she now?” Loki said. His eyes scanned the vicinity and he didn’t spot the strange woman. “Just past the section about Ymir. She seems to be transfixed, I don’t think she has moved for a solid 20 minutes. Don’t scare her off though my prince, you wouldn’t want to get into trouble so quickly now.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I never cause any trouble,” Loki said. Though his smile spoke against his claim. Loki walked away from Ruin’s desk and followed in the direction she had described. Once there Loki scoured the rows of shelved books to try and get a glance of the object of my curiosity. Soon Loki saw her, the black-hair beauty that my dreams couldn’t compare with.

She sat in the corner as Runa had said hunched over a thick book. Its cover showing the crude scribble of a frost giant with its teeth bared and claws extended looking ready to attack. Looking closer Loki noticed that her hair seemed to reflect different shades of blue when the light hit it. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the light hitting the windows. It was as if millions of raven feathers were intertwined into silk and placed upon her head. It suited her perfectly and framed her heart-shaped face. The waves of dark ebony ran down her back with only small silver trinkets braided into her hair. Loki could see that one of them was a butterfly with tiny Lapis jewels embedded into the small frame.  Those jewels brought out the ice blue of her eyes that seemed to stop my heart when Loki saw them analyze the page. Those eyes drew me in like a siren singing to the sailors on ships, urging me to follow her in the depths of the abyss until my lungs are filled and Loki can no longer breathe. Loki almost didn’t want to look away, yet he knew if he didn’t the mysterious girl would feel his gaze. Soon Loki followed the curve of her jaw, only focusing on her lips for a split second wondering if they were as petal soft as they looked. His mind quickly derailed away from that thought as Loki could feel the heat on his cheeks from the mental image. Loki could see that her cheeks were splashed with faint freckles which dipped down past her neckline. His sudden reaction to her appearance surprised him as no one had ever taken his interest so quickly.

“Are you going to be staring all day?” she had said. Loki’s voice got caught in his throat when he heard her. The voice was soft but firm, giving off an entrance of a conversation but a warning for those who chose to threaten or mock her. Soon she looked up and her icy gaze consumed him. “Do I have to repeat myself? I thought at least the younger prince of Asgard had more of a brain than his brother. Though it seems my suspicions were incorrect”

A smile graced his face and Loki replied, “so you have heard of me. Then I do expect you know of my reputation.” He leaned against the broad oak of one of the shelves, not breaking eye contact.

“It does perceive you so. Though, some of them do seem like child’s play with no creativity,” she said. She had put her book down focusing her attention on me. A challenge of witts was commencing and Loki had the intent to win.

“Well, there is no limit to what I can truly do.”

“Oh, I  believe that. The true question is when will you finally break this facade of remedial pranks. Your speed in the art of magic has impressed many users.”

“So you are one of them I presume. Only the people who possess the gift of sorcery pay attention to others so closely.”

Once Loki had said that a laugh erupted from the maidens chest, allowing him to be blessed once more with the charming melody she produced. “Sadly Loki, I am not a part of that council. Only my wish for knowledge grants me access to that information.”

Confusion was evident on his face as it scrunched slightly as Loki processed the information he was given. It was an odd sight to behold since if she had possessed some type of magic Loki would have been able to narrow down the family she was a part of. Each magical family was held to a high degree of status and would meet with others in grand galas at least once a year. Yet she proclaimed not to be in relation to the magic Loki hold. “Well if you are not a part of a family with ties to this magic then what family are you a part of?”

“Well, I am Sigyn Iwaldidottir, daughter of Iwaldi Iwaldidottir. God of fire, a pleasure to formally cross paths with you prince,” Sigyn curtsied.

“Iwaldidottir family, I have not heard of that name before.”

“Many do not as we aren’t well known. Our name only reaches those who think it is hilarious as one man produced six girls,” she said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

“That many? Where do you fall then,” his interest had only grown as Loki learn more about Sigyn. For some reason she didn’t annoy him like most, she was the calm that Loki hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a relaxing moment for him, just to talk to someone who didn’t immediately act like he was a misplaced object.

“Oh this will tickle you fancy for I am also the youngest of my family,” she took a breath to account for, the many names she was about to say. “My sister Dalla is the oldest then it goes Sfori, Nadia, Una, Vigdis, and finally me along with my father.”

Loki was astonished and his mouth hung open slightly. “Well, you were right to assume this would be hilarity to some. I thought I had it bad with the oaf I call a brother. I couldn’t imagine more of him,” Loki shivered at the thought. More siblings seemed like a nightmare he wouldn’t want to endure “Well it may seem bad but I have lived with them all my life so it has become my normal routine.”

“Now the main question is at play,” Loki said. “You aren’t going to become a handmaiden as your attire is still regal in a sense. So why are you here?”

She looked at him and gave a smile. She got up, dusting herself off slightly, before fully standing at attention. She was average for a normal Asgardian woman, barely coming up to Loki’s nose, but she indeed held herself as a royal.

“For the festival good sir. When your brother took down the Bilchsteim he saved the people of my village. Most of us have come to give our thanks with gifts and offerings for your family. Each one of my sisters has made something for the occasion. I do believe they are talking with Odin as we speak,” she mused.

“Yet you do not join them. Some would say that is a fool way of skipping meeting the King of Asgard,” Loki said. He looked at her, examining her body language, as she picked up the book from the floor. She didn’t seem panicked at the realization of angering her family and Odin with her tardiness. It seemed as if she was amused with his worry if you could call it that.

“They won’t miss my appearance, for they usually forget me. The only one to notice will be Silna and she is no tattle. By every god, we are lucky for that since she knows so many secrets of the people in town. She could take down half the marriages in the village if she merely shared what she knew,” Sigyn laughed.

“She seems like a gift; however, I would like to know more about your interest in frost giants. You seem to have been entranced by the book mere minutes ago?” Loki said. Loki was trying to keep his voice as neutral as he could. Not wanting to surprise her with a large amount of venom from his heart seeping into language.

Sigyn looked back at the book in her hand and at first, didn’t say anything. The air of confidence she seemed to exude faltered slightly as vulnerability came to light. It fascinated Loki to no end that with only a few select words he had rendered her mute. Soon the silence enveloped them as Sigyn still hadn’t responded. Loki watched with a slim delight as she was trying to put the words together before saying them. Wanting to make sure that Loki couldn’t find any flaw in her standpoint.

“Well,” she began. His focus suddenly snapped back into attention.”I pity them in a way. Such as one would pity a child with no mother.” Confusion set in Loki’s face and was about to voice his thoughts before quickly being silenced by a quick glare. “Frost giants are beings as well. They live their lives in their frozen homes and have families like us. Yes, they are different in many ways but our core fundamentals are very much parallel. The only reason that we hate them so is that they have the same amount of gree that we possess. Not the greed for equity but the greed for domination and power. That is what truly makes a difference as we can see the harm it does while they are blinded by their rage and hatred. The hatred that we have fed to them for thousands upon thousands of years.”

Once she finished she looked at Loki with some hesitation. Her small speech rolled around in his head analyzing her key points. She clearly understood the concept of justice and the legitimacy of fueled animosity. Her viewings on the issues intrigued him as the only opinion Loki had ever heard voiced was the adamant hatred Asgardians had against the Jotuun. Finally, Loki answered “ Your words hold knowledge beyond your years. I must admit your reasoning makes sense. Though I don’t think many would share your thoughts on this issue.“

Sigyn looked surprised at the small acknowledgment. “You do not find me questionable for my sympathy for these creatures. “ Loki shook his head, “We must hold some empathy to those who need it. We may not know when we need their strength for ourselves” Sigyn then grinned and held the book tighter. Loki must have been the first person to at least understand her in some capacity.

“I must admit you are the first to pull me into such a questioning state about this debacle,” he voiced.

“I’m glad that I could keep up with your sharp mind and wit. For it is just as known around the realm as your pranks.”

Loki gave a small smile at that. It was a small boost to his ego that he wasn’t just known as the mess up of the family, but people saw the knowledge he held.

 “Well I do hope that these rumors hold up to your standards,” He said.

“I understand that I have not understood more of your nature. You are a complex person Loki, I intend to figure you out. “ She said. Her voice sounded determined as if she had started her quest. Oddly, she had for these two would meet once more in the late future.

“Well if you want to figure me out so much then we should discuss it over dinner. Tonight is said to be quite impressive for the many courses my mother has ordered for preparation. I do believe this could peak both of our interests,” Loki offered.

“Your beliefs are correct, though I would have to change. These garments are nice but I do believe that they aren’t as appropriate for this feast,” she said. She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve as she said this validating that the cotton fabric would be changed for something finer such as silk or velvet.

“Well then it is a date, I shall see you shortly. I do hope that your interest is still peaked by then,” Loki said getting a bit closer. His charm was being used full force and its effect was instant as Sigyn’s smile was evident on her face. The two didn’t notice that they both had identical flushes on their faces.

“Oh believe me when I say nothing could deter me from knowing you better,” she teased. The two then backed away from one another not realizing that they were inches apart. The two awkwardly got out of the corner that they had previously been in to be greeted by Runa putting some scrolls away.

“Excuse me,” Sigyn said towards Runa and quickly walked away, keeping her head down slightly as to not show how embarrassed he was. Runa turned to look at Loki who was standing there watching Sign leave.

“Well, this is a true sight I didn’t think anyone would ever see. The god of mischief has a crush~” Runa teased.

Loki finally snapped out of his stupor and snapped, “I do not! Don’t say such trivial things. I am merely just..” he tried to think of something but nothing came to mind. He could see the grin on Runa’s face widened and she placed her hand in front of her face to contain her laughter.

“Oh leave me be you old hag!” he stomped away. He could hear the beginnings of a cackle until it was cut off by the door separating them closing. Loki kept walking without truly knowing where he was going. He had never really felt this mixture of anxiety and nervousness about one person, more specifically about a random girl. In less than an hour, Sigyn had Loki’s mind and soul wrapped around her finger, even if she didn’t know it.

Soon Loki came across a familiar door; it being the entrance to his chambers. He quickly went inside and closed the door casting a quick spell to make sure no one could get in. Soon his mask fell and he dragged both his hands through his hair, messing up his refined look. His mind was still racing at the thought of seeing Sigyn’s beauty once again that night. He wanted to impress her in a way that was different and unique. He could tell by her nature that she wasn’t one for grand jewels or gold, experiences seemed more her style.

As he pondered his mind for ideas Loki quickly looked through his wardrobe and picked out an attire. It was his usual iconic emerald green but instead of gold accents, he traded it out for silver. The main focus was the coat that went past his knees that cut in the front to show the vest and black pants underneath. The coat also had some embroidery on the cuffs resembling two snakes amid battle. His hands were littered with rings, and some bracelets, he still had to show his superiority somehow. To top the look off he was wearing his normal boots that didn’t make a sound.

Wei Wuxian: saying "That's my husband!" and knocking someone out in one punch

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