James Delaney Imagine #1

Charles Bronson imagine #1

So this is a new mutants crossover. I couldn't stop thinking about Illyana rasputin meeting Charles and them bonding over their like of violence. This is a friendship imagine. So enjoy.

Nothing interested Charlie Bronson. Not here in the funny factory. He spent his days being troublesome to the guards and other patients to amuse himself. He spent his mornings being tackles and sedated and shoved in an arm chair in the common area until it would wear off in the afternoon where he was good for a couple of hours before repeating the same routine. But one day was different than the others. They caught his eye. 5 new patients being led into the common room with these funny black and bulky collars around their necks with blinking red lights on them. He immediately was intrigued. Most of them seemed to be quiet and melancholy except one. A girl. She was firey and very troublesome for the guards. He laughed amused. And when she finally sat herself down in a corner by herself he moved towards her. "Fuck off." Was the first sentence out of her mouth when he asked her what her name was. He picked up on the Russian accent right away. But her attitude pissed him off. "You, yeah, are a right cunt. All I'm trying to do is be polite, yeah, and ask you what your name is." He growled out. She finally looked up at him with a look of annoyance. "And I said to fuck off. Or are you fucking deaf big man?" She asked angrily. He let out a breath of disbelief at the balls the girl had. "Look little girl, I don't usually hurt women, but there's a first fucking time to everything isn't there you bitch?" She slowly stood. "Yeah? Why don't you try it. I'll sever your hands from their wrists and then shove them up your ass." She said with a deadly serious expression. And now he was truly intrigued. But before he could open his mouth to say something else he was interrupted. "Rasputin! Bronson! Disperse! Now!" The guard demanded, coming forward with his night stick. Knowing how Bronson was with authority. But surprisingly he put his hands up and stepped away. "Alright sunshine. Let's see how long you fucking last in here yeah?" He chuckled and went back to his arm chair as she sat back down and went back to her drawing. But the next day is what really had Bronsons attention. And in that moment he knew he wasn't gonna just leave her alone. Not anymore. Not after what he saw. She was drawing on the floor again, alone. When another person with one of those weird collars stood over her. They seemed to argue. Getting louder and louder until she had the other girl backed against one of the tables. And in an instant blink of an eye, her eyes glowed a bright blue, a clanking was heard as her left arm began to materialize metal armor and soon she was holding a glowing blue sword. It took her two steps forward, and with a war cry she lifted the sword and brought it down in time to hit a red barrier that seemed to be protecting the other girl.



His eyes were wide and the other patients were freaking out. Crying, screaming, or just being loud. But he couldn't take his eyes off the blonde. He had never seen anything like this. He had heard of mutants before. But he had shrugged it off never having seen one in person before. But in this moment he was taken with her. This firey girl that had just shown how powerful she really was. But it was short lived when an a doctor in a white coat entered the room. "Thats enough Illyana!" She yelled and in an instant a syringe was plunged into the girls neck. She fought for a moment before her body went back to normal and she went limp.



His mouth still hanging open he got up before they could take her to solitary. "Oi! She didn't do anything wrong yeah? Just defending herself!" He came closer. A guard stepped forward. "Shut up and sit down Bronson." He said sternly. But he kept approaching. "Nah I don't think i will. You yeah, aren't gonna punish her for fucking defending herself are you. She was the one being harassed by the other cunt yeah." He was getting angrier. He didn't understand this need to protect the girl. "Bronson! Sit the fuck down and mind your business!" The guard said getting angry. This pissed Bronson off and he stepped forward. "You fucking cunt!" Within seconds a brawl had broken out between Bronson and the guards. He had gotten in quite a few punches before he was tackled and injected as well. Looking to his left he met the girls drugged gaze. He gave her a cheeky smile and she lazily gave one back before passing out. But he fought the entire way to solitary. They were carrying him limb by limb and had him starfished. But he kept moving his body and yelling as they moved him down the hallways into solitary. He was a big man and it took a minute for the sedative to kick in for him. But once it did he stopped fighting and was tossed into solitary next to the girl.

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It was the screaming that woke him. And not the insane screaming from the others not sound of mind stuck in solitary as well. No. The true terrified screams from the girl in the cell next to him. He jolted up immediately and banged on the wall connecting them. "Oi! Is everything alright?" He asked her loudly. But when her screams turned into heavy sobs is when he really started to worry. He pushed the food hatch open and began to yell. "Oi! One you fuckers needs to get down here! I think there's something wrong!" But when he heard nothing he got angry and worried. "HEY YOU CUNTS!" finally he heard boots lazily walking down the hallway to his cell. When they came eye to eye the guard looked throughly annoyed. "What Bronson?" He huffed. "I think there's something wrong with my neighbor, the girl." The guard rolled his eyes. "Course there is. Thats why you're all here innit?" He said and started to walk around. "Now im not fucking around with you yeah. I really think somethings wrong. So if you don't have a look and she turns up dead, how's that gonna look on you when I tell them I told you to check and you didn't aye?" His tone hard. The guard eyed him for a moment before moving to her cell. He pushed the dinner flap open. And stumbled back immediately with a swear. "Jesus fucking christ!" He fumbled for his radio for a moment before calling out. "I need staff to solitary. Cell 23. I repeat staff to solitary. Cell 23. Urgent. Gotta a code 72." He said shakily. "Code 72. What the fucm does that mean?" But the guard was too shaken up to even acknowledge him. "What the fuck is a code 72?!" He yelled again. He could feel the dread pooling in his stomach. But again he was ignored as the rushing of feet and squeaky wheels of a gurney was heard. Within seconds the door was thrown open to the girls cell. And shuffling was heard. He could barely see her body on the gurney but he caught enough. Claw marks marred her pale skin. Blood dripped from them. And he knew she couldn't have done those to herself. They looked like an animal had done it. And he felt absolutely worried when she didn't move or make a sound.

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It had been 2 weeks. He had asked everyday and gotten the same answer. "Its none of your business." He was antsy and anxious and he had done nothing but pace back and forth for most of his days not seeing the girl. But one day he came into the common room and saw her sitting in her corner drawing, bandages covering her arms and legs and he let out a sighs of relief, bolting for her immediately. He took a seat infront of her at the table. She barely looked up at him and continued to draw and color. He didn't know to say for the first few minutes so silence passed between them. Then "Illyana." He was taken aback. " 'Cuse me?" He asked. "My name. Its Illyana." She clarified not looking up. He let a goofy smile take over. "Charles Bronson." "Why you here then Charles?" She asked. He chuckled. "Cause I like violence innit. I like to fight authority. So I get bounced around from place to place. Ended up here." He said. He looked at her. "Why you here then Illyana?" He asked lightly. "I killed seven men." He looked taken aback immediately. This little thing took out seven grown men on her own? He showed her power two weeks ago. He knew she wasn't weak. But 7? "Thats a surprise." He muttered. She stopped coloring and looked at him finally. "I killed them one by one. Blade slicing through them like butter." She said, a glint of pride in her eyes. "Well...that's nice innit." She snorted and went back to coloring. He stayed silent for a moment before he leaned forward. "What happened to you in that cell?" He asked quietly. She stopped immediately and tensed up before looking him in the eye. "That girl. Shes in our heads. She knows your worst fears. And she can manifest them. She can make you wish for death." She said. He sat back with a new found intrigue. "And so she set your fear on you then?" He asked. She gave him one nod before going back to coloring. "I wasn't expecting it. I wasn't able to go to limbo to get away." She said he raised a brow. "Limbo?" He asked. He was familiar with going to your happy place. To zone out. But she was speaking as if this was a physical place she could go to. To disappear to. She nodded. "Its a place we made up. We go to it when we are scared." He raised both brows this time. "We?" She nodded again. "Lockheed and I." She said reaching in her back pocket and pulling out the puppet. She held it up to her ear. "Its alright Lockheed. We can trust him." She paused. "Yes I am sure." Another pause. "Thank you." She turned the puppet towards him and spoke in a creepy voice, making its mouth move. "If you tell we'll rip your balls off and shove them down your throat." He was starting to see why she was really here. But he didnt want to be rude. "Lockheed was it?" He cleared his throat. The puppet nodded. "You have nothing to worry about, right, mate." For a moment she held it up still before putting it back in its place in her pocket. "He trusts you." She said. He just nodded. So this was why she was here. She WAS crazy then. As if she could hear his thoughts she stood abruptly. "Im not crazy. Ill prove it." She held out her hand. He took it hesitantly and stood, allowing her to lead him to a blind spot in the room. She checked the guards weren't watching before her eyes turned blue and a portal seemed to appear. He watched in awe as she stepped into it. "Come on." She said and pulled him in after her, he watched it close and looked at his surroundings. There were many platforms that looked to lead to a firey blaze should you step off.



But she moved off it and seemed to step on air. "Well. Come on." She said and led him deeper into her 'limbo' place. She led him pretty far in before she whistled. And in a few seconds a purple dragon like character flew towards them, landing on her shoulder. It looked exactly like her puppet. "So this is Lockheed then?" He asked. He got a nod from her. "Alright then mate?" He asked the small creature. It squawked at him as if greeting him and he took a good look around. None of this seemed real. And if he was anyone else he would've denied it all and pretended it was all in his head. But he wasn't sound in the mind either and this was a mutant. It wasnt that hard to believe for him. "Place is huge and dark innit?" She nodded. "We like it this way." She said. If he was being honest this was what he'd imagine hell to look like but he didnt want to be rude. So he kept that to himself. "And you're able to come here whenever you want?" She nodded. "So then why don't you just never come out?" He asked. She frowned. "Because of the smiling men." She said. He looked at her questioningly. "The men that used me as a child, the men that I killed. They aren't just men. They are monsters. And they lurk here too." She says whilst stroking Lockheed. He frowned. " well if you created this place, can't you just, I dunno, make them nonexistent?" He asked. She shook her head. "No. Because this place was made because of them. They are the enemy of this land. My mind does not allow me to just zap them away." He pretended to understand and she sighed. "We must get back. Before they ring the alarm because we are missing. Come." She took his hand once more and the portal opening appeared again, this time they exited. No appeared to notice anything so they sat back down at their small table. They sat in a comfortable silence until lunch time and this time, Bronson didn't cause a scene, he did what he was told and took his lunch tray and sat down with Illyana once more. This routine would continue until his release. He was sad to go. But he promised to get her out. And after many attempts today was the day. Whoever thought he was trust worthy enough have a patient released into his care when he himself had been a rather violent patient was fucking stupid but he wasn't gonna say a word. He smiled when Illyana walked through the buzzing gate. She smiled back at him and they were off to bigger and better adventures. Two chaotic souls soothing eachothers madness.

A/n: i tried my best for this one. I had a vision and I dont think it came across very well. But I tried. Hope yall like this crossover. I have an affinity for weird ships. And whilst I saw this ship as more of a friendship than a romantic ship I've also been dabbling with a Bane and Illyana ship. So if thats something you'd like to read an imagine for drop a comment.

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I write my imagines in flashes of different scenes. I dont know why but I do. So bare with this one. I have a lot of weird ideas and this was one of the first Hardy imagines I'd ever wrote so its cringe to me but I'm also the writer. Everything I write is cringe to me lmao.

Tatiana remembered climbing out of the pit with her twin sister talia. She wasn't the smarter of the two twins. And she had relied of talia to be their survival. To find their father. And when they had thats when their differences had started. Their father paid more attention to talia than he did tatiana. Talia showed more of personality for revenge and vengence. Tatiana put her anger into more creative outlets. And therefore she hadnt been trained in the league of shadows like talia had been. And when they had become old enough tatiana split off from her sister and father in search of adventure and better things than fighting and death. Though she held no contact with her father or sister, her sister had somehow found a way to tell her their father had excommunicated their protector from the league for nothing more than the way he now looked with the mask. It was the last time she had heard from either of them. So when she had received the note scrawled into two words she couldn't help the feeling of dread that made its way into her stomach. "HE'S BACK" she folded the note and sat back in her seat. Her sister was devious. And she knew she had something planned. Something that involved the help of their savior. And she couldn't help feeling like it was something absolutely horrible.

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Talia touched Banes mask gently with graceful fingers. Taking him in for the first time in years since his excommunication. He closed his eyes momentarily in relaxation. He opened them slowly. "I am very glad to see you again Bane." She said softly. He said nothing. Only listened to her. "We have much to plan." He finally had the courage to speak. "Your sister?" He asked. She sighed and stepped away from him. "My sister has left. The first chance she got. She is not cut out for what the league asks." He felt a slight feeling of dread. "Do not worry about tatiana. She is fine. I assure you. She has put her anger and pain into more creative routes. Last update I've gotten is that she enchants people with her voice." She smiled gently. "But we have much to discuss. The topic of my sister can wait for another time." She said. Bane moved his focus.

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Tatiana stood over the hospital bed. "And you're certain he will recover?" She asked the doctor. She didn't usually deal in the underground. But she couldn't let him suffer and die like that. She wasn't her sister. Her sister was content using him as a chip in her game and leaving him when it was convenient. She had witnessed it herself in gotham. She had gone to talk her sister out of her mad plan and she had seen it in her sisters eyes she was too far gone. And she had proven that Bane was too deep in his belief that her sister had actually cared for him by ordering him around by phone to prove to tatiana her point. But when she had seen catwoman blow him away from a distance she couldn't leave him. And so here they were. In an underground hospital with a seedy but genius doctor who had tended to Bane and kept him alive. "Yes. He will be good as new." He said with a predatory smile. "Though he will need to lay low. I'm sure if they find out he's alive he will be the world's most wanted. Now. Let's discuss payment." He said darkly. She met his look and raised a brow. Tossing him the duffel bag.

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When Bane woke the first thing he did was tear out the IV in his arm and all the other wires and tube connecting him to the machines. Taking a look around the room he noted the expensive and goth decor. He immediately went on the defensive when the door clicked open. He eyed the woman that walked through it. She was covered in tattoos and piercings. Her black hair in a messy ponytail and red eyeshadow covered her eyelids in a sleek cat eye look. She eyed his stance and tense body language. "Stop it. Sit down. You're gonna undo all the work I paid handsomely for." She said sternly. He immediately relaxed recognizing the accent. "Tatiana.." he trailed off in a question. She had grown up. The complete opposite of talia. She seemed more...warm. though she was being stern at the moment. He did as she asked sitting down on the hospital bed. The metal creaking under his large body. "Who else is gonna go through the trouble eh?" She asked setting the breakfast tray on the small desk beside the bed. "We have a lot to discuss." She said taking a seat in the chair beside the bed. He wouldn't meet her eyes. Instead he finally let emotion take over. Shame was the first. Then sadness. Then anger. "You followed every order she gave you. Like an obedient dog. Why?" She asked seriously. He was quiet for a moment. "Because I loved her." He answered finally. She nodded and kissed her teeth. "My sister was evil. She had her sights on revenge and anyone and everyone was a tool to her. You have to understand that." She said leaning forward. He closed his eyes. It wasn't what he wanted to hear. But he needed to. "Bane. She did not love you. She did not love any of us. The only reason she wanted to avenge our father was for power. Not because she loved him. She never did. He was means of protection for her. As were you." He clinched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. "Bane. This is the truth. I loved her. But she stopped being my sister when she turned into a monster. When she turned YOU into a monster." She placed a hand on his giant arm gently. He opened his eyes slowly finding her almost black ones. "You wanted a purpose. We all do. And she gave you one. She played pupet with you. She did it to all of us." She assured. "But she's gone now. And you have a chance to start over. Redemption." She said genuinely. "Do you accept it? Or do you live in your pain and let it drown you?" She stepped back. She let the quiet take over before nodding and getting up, moving towards the door. "I cannot help you then." She said opening the door. "I accept." He said. She froze in the door and turned to him. She eyed him. "Then it starts with a new purpose." She said with a smile.

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He watched her on the stage. The music seemed to take over her. She turned into someone different. Each song telling a story. Some he recognized as actual events. Others as simply a message. He had a new purpose now. He was once again her protector. This time to simply keep her safe from the world. Not from death. Not like when she was little. His job was much easier now. And unlike how it was with talia tatiana did not order him around. He was free to do whatever it was he pleased as long as it was legal. She wasn't his keeper. She didn't get angry at him or yell at him. She simply let him know if he did something distasteful and it was up to him to fix the behavior. She was his redemption.

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BONUS:

"BANE!" She yelled from downstairs. He rushed down his footsteps shaking the steps as he went. He was on alert immediately. But as he rounded the corner all he saw was her fiddling with a remote infront of the TV. He sighed and relaxed. "What is it?" He asked the adrenaline still pumping. "I think the stupid firestick came loose on the TV but its too high up and I can't reach it." She pouted. He eyed her for a moment and she smiled sheepishly. He let out a breath and muttered to himself as he reached up to the mounted TV and jiggled the USB back into the port. The words 'AMAZON FIRESTICK' came across the tv screen as it turned back on. "Thanks!" She said as she resumed the episode she was watching. He grunted and began to make his way to the stairs. "Hey! Wait!" He sighed and moved back over to where she was standing. She seemed to study him for a moment before climbing on the couch and using it as a platform. She pulled him gently by his mask and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks dude." She said jumping off the couch. He was glad his mask covered his face. It was flaming red. "Yeah yeah. Just don't scream like that again unless there's actual trouble." She saluted him. "Got it." He nodded and moved back up the stairs. Only until he was out of sight did he allow himself to think about what just happened.

My new favorite picture of MM ♥

Jesus. Please take the wheel, lol

Who do I need to go to to request a little mermaid AU with Andrea Marowski? I saw a Moodboard for it a while ago and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. There’s so many talented writers, please can you or someone else write this 🥺🥺

omg yeah i would read that but I don't like mermaids enough to write it myself, somebody do this! it would make so much sense

Had some early morning visitors at work today 🐸🐸

Your Grace Masterlist

Your Grace Playlist (by @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog)

This is the fic I wrote for the Vikings Big Bang❤️ You can also read it on AO3. 

*Please remember to check the warnings at the beginning of each chapter! It’s sometimes very explicit and of course +18, do not read if any of the topics I put in the warnings could be triggering for you. And please tell me if I didn’t warn about anything properly so I can add it. Thank you!

Part 1: forever winter

Part 2: king of my heart

Part 3: tolerate it

Part 4: exile

Part 5: hoax

Part 6: peace

Part 7: evermore

(this fic was originally published on AO3 on February 15th 2022)