Darksoulgemx - DarkSoulGemx

(Eamon Farren via Instagram Story | 08.02.2021)

Hmm. Send which Tom Hardy character you'd like an imagine for with one of these. Id like to try this out 🤔

Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to your muse:

❅ = wanting to build a snowman

✾ = bringing them a dozen roses

✛ = telling them they want kids

✎ = leaving a note

♛ = tucking them in bed

♠ = asking them for a loan

♘ = telling them a secret

✉ = texting them at 4 a.m.

♬ = whistling off-key very loudly

☆ = pointing out a shooting star

Angela Tellier, Willie’s Adventure.

Unexpectedly •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

A/N: Lagerthas Daughter OC × Ivar! But she's only Bjorns half sister. So it's not anything crazy. And because I like Lagertha and think she absolutely wouldn't have killed Aslaug out of jealously if she hadn't been in her villain Era Arc, Aslaug is still alive in this one. But Ragnar is dead. Recently and I think Aslaug and Lagertha would've been friends if they could've both gotten over Ragnars cheating ass. Just saying.

Ivar was annoyed to say the least.

He didn't understand why they had to move to Hedeby after Ragnars death. They were perfectly fine in his mind. But Aslaug had said that things were just too hard without him around and they needed a fresh start. One close to a support system that Lagertha offered. So here he was, in a new place with new people, people that had no issues gawking at him and poking fun at him. It was his first week here and what hell it already was. He wasn't just new meat to these fuckers. No he was new meat with a disability. And that made him ripe for the Bullying he was enduring by the popular kids. He couldn't count how many times they'd already tripped him or shoved him into the lockers, fake apologizing afterwards and laughing like hyenas at him. It was beginning to be routine for him. One he didn't think would ever end. So when his crutch was kicked from under him as he tried to walk down the hall to his next class, he didn't have time to curse before his back hit the hard ground and he scrunched his face up in pain as his legs gave out under him. The hyena like laugh of the group of boys filling his ears. He went to reach for the crutch but it was quickly picked up by one of them who proceeded to run down the hall with it laughing. But it abruptly ended as he collided with a smaller but stronger body. And Ivar watched as the boy hit the ground on his back just like he had. A burgundy haired girl, one he recognized and cursed the gods for crossing paths with now of all times, stood angrily in the middle of the hall. "Watch where the FUCK you're going." She growled out to the boy, snatching the crutch from him. "You all think this is funny huh?" She asked before twirling the crutch and studying it a moment. She looked down at the boy with a smirk before striking as fast as lightning, jabbing the crutch into his abdomen. The boy let out a yell. "I asked you a question." The hall was deadly silent by now, everyone watching, no one daring to move. "No! No!" He cried out as she pushed further on the crutch. "Then why did you do it?" She asked raising a brow. "Hey, it was just a joke, chill out." One of them beside Ivar who was still on the floor suddenly spoke up, stepping forward. She raised her eyes to him. "Is he fucking laughing?" She asked gesturing to Ivar. She began walking towards the group of boys. "N-no. But were sorry alright? Won't happen again." She was right beside Ivar now. "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to him." She said sternly. "Hey man. We're really sorry. We won't mess with you anymore ok?" Ivar let out a breathless scoff past his pain. "Fuck off." The boy gulped and looked back at the small girl. "You heard him." Was all she said before they made their escape. She watched them disappear around the corner and looked down to him. "Ivar." She nodded in acknowledgment. "Andromache." He groaned back. She sighed and offered her hand. He eyed it before grabbing it and not expecting the strength the small girl had as she hauled him up and handed him his crutch. He tucked it under his arm and let go of her, standing again on his own. She leaned down and picked up his book bag, handing it to him before patting his chest. "Try not to get into anymore trouble yeah? I won't always be around to save you." She joked lightly. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Thanks." She nodded and moved past him down the hall, now late just as most of them were.

The two of them saw more of eachother from that day forward. Their mothers being friends and all, it wasnt odd for the two families to have dinners together occasionally. But they never were closer than occasional friends. They acknowledged eachother in the hallways and shared some friends. But they were opposites. Where Andromache was outgoing and liked to hang out with the sports kids as she did weight lifting with them in the afternoons, Ivar was quiet and kept to himself with a handful of friends that he could trust. They just didn't mesh as best friends like their mothers did. And that was ok. But because of her, those boys never messed with him again. Infact no one did unless they wanted to incur Andromache's wrath. No one knew why she had stood up for him that day the way she had. Yes they knew their families knew eachother. But to their knowledge her Ivar weren't close like that. But that didn't matter. they had all seen what would happen if Ivar was touched. And they steered clear. But Ivar had been noticed by someone. Freydis. The cheerleader captain. She was beautiful and popular and everything that Ivar knew was out of his league. But she wanted him and who was he to give up this opportunity? So they began dating much to everyone's surprise. And it wasn't long before he began pushing his friends and family away and changing for the worst. He became the bully. He became what he despised, all because Freydis whispered that he was better than all of them.

But it wasn't long before Freydis found something else, someone else, to latch onto and Ivar was quickly left in the dust with no one to support him and help ease the hurt of finding his 'first love' with her tongue down another guy's throat in the locker rooms. He grew bitter and angry and no one wanted to be near him. He was so caught up in his hurt and anger that he didn't notice the split lip and bruised cheek Freydis sported the next week. No he was ignorant to the punishment his ex had received from the hands of Andromache. He was oblivious to the fact that the whole school had found out about everything. He was just angry. And no one else mattered in his bubble of rage. The cigarette was slapped from his mouth abruptly. "What the fuck?" He said angrily before turning to the offender. Andromache. She glared at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Me?!" Ivar was oblivious as to what her problem was. What did he do? Nothing. "Yes you. You idiot." He scoffed and only stuck a new cigarette in his mouth, lighting it up and inhaling the smoke. "I've no idea what you're on about." "Freydis." His mood soured instantly. "Don't fucking say that name." He said as he blew out the smoke with a glare in her direction. "Ivar. Did you do it?" "Do what?!" He yelled frustrated with this conversation. She sighed and sat beside him. "Shes pregnant. She's saying it's yours." She finally said. He froze. "Ivar?" She laid a hand on his shoulder. "Ivar are you alright?" He coughed and threw down the cigarette with a groan, stomping it out and digging his hands into his face. "I fucked her." Was all he said. Andromache patted his shoulder soothingly. "Im sorry Ivar." He just took a deep breath. "My mother. Does she know yet?" Andromache gave him a sad smile. "She does." He groaned loudly and sighed. "I guess I've no choice then do I? I've got to talk to Freydis." She nodded and he nodded back. "Thanks for telling me." "Anytime." She said and left him to his thoughts.

To say Ivar was absolutely miserable was an understatement. He absolutely hated Freydis. But since she was carrying his child he wanted to do the right thing and stand beside her. And to him that meant putting a ring on her finger. It wasnt something he wanted to be doing at 18 years old. Having a family was something he wanted to wait until at least 24 to do. He throught that was reasonable. But he did admit that it was his own actions that led him here. But the one constant of all this was Andromache. The two of them had grown closer since this all came to light. Something like best friends now. She was always there for his rants of frustration and his insecurities about being a good father and he was always there for her rants about her horrible dating life and how dumb men were. And that was their routine. Always there eachother. And though he could see the jealousy in Freydis' eyes every time he mentioned Andromache, he didn't care much. He was loyal. He didn't have anything to hide. He wasn't manipulative and he didn't cheat. Not like her. So he didn't much care about how she felt. He was only with her because of duty. But she'd been pulling him away from Andromache lately, using the baby as an excuse and because he didn't want the arguments, he just did what she asked. And the two began to drift apart. And it bothered him. He wasn't sure when he'd began feeling things for Bjorns half sister, but it was more and more obvious the way the feelings of jealousy hit him when he'd look at her instagram and see pictures of her before dates or her out with her friends looking absolutely stunning and knowing there was nothing stopping her from sleeping with any guy that wasn't him. But he had a commitment to Freydis and his child. No matter how reluctant that commitment was.

But everything changed when the child was actually born. He had had Hvitserk race him to the hospital when Freydis had called to tell him it was time. He'd let her crush his hand as she gave birth and whispered words of encouragement to her, doing all he could to make it a bit easier for her, only to take one look at the kid and see it clearly wasn't his. Neither of them had brown eyes or red hair. He had clenched his jaw and told her it was over and that she could keep the ring. He was out. She had screamed at him that he was selfish to leave her like this just after giving birth and that they could talk about this. She loved him. He had laughed humorlessly as he told her to get fucked and that he felt sorry that the kid was stuck with someone like her as it's mother. She had been shocked at his cold rage as he exited the room and called Hvitserk to pick him up. Only, he didn't answer. No one did. So as he hesitantly hovered his finger over the screen, he sighed and pressed it before he could back out, it was answered on the second ring. "Ivar? Everything ok?" Her voice was like singing valkyries and he closed his eyes at the way he missed it. "No. Um..could you pick me up? I'm at the hospital." "Oh gods. Are you ok?!" The panic and concern in her voice warmed him. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm not here for me." He hoped she understood. "Oh ok. Yeah. Be there soon." The relief in her voice wasn't hard to miss. "Thanks. See you soon."

He heard the rumble of the engine before he saw the Black, Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat as it rolled to a stop infront of him. "Hey." She greeted as he opened the door and climbed in with a bit of difficulty due to his legs and crutch. "Hey." He breathed back. It was quiet as she began to drive. "Does Bjorn know you hijacked his car?" "No. And you wont tell him if you want to live." He cracked a small smile before it fades as he thinks about what happened. "Hey...what's wrong? What happened?" "Kid wasn't mine." He lurches forward as she stomps on the brakes, the wheels screeching. Luckily they were on a deserted road and no one else was around. "WHAT?!" She yells and turns to look at him. "What the fuck do you mean the kid wasn't yours?!" She asks incredulously. He takes a deep breath to steady himself from the death that just flashed before his eyes. "ANDY! you can't just do that shit! Gods! Are you trying to kill us?!" "Shut up you're alive clearly. Now tell me what the fuck happened. Now." He rolls his eyes. "Kid wasn't mine Andy. I don't have brown eyes and red hair and neither does Freydis. And she admitted to it in a roundabout way before I left. It was all some ruse to keep him as some sort of possession. I told her to keep the ring and never call me again. I blocked her number whilst I was waiting for you. I'm gonna have Hvitserk drop her shit off at her house later." He said. "That conniving fucking bitch. I knew she wasn't right in the head." She said angrily. "Shes lucky she just gave birth or I'd unleash seven hells of fury on her myself. Wait until your mom finds out." His heart dropped. His mother. His poor mother. She didn't like Freydis but she'd been so looking forward to having a grandchild from him. "No Andy. Leave her alone. She's not worth it. And not a word to my mother. I'll tell her myself tonight. Now let's go. I want to get home in one peice. Or I won't be the only one dealing with my mother." He said. She huffed and began to drive again. "You're lucky I'm more afraid of Aslaug than of you." She said. He smiled slightly.

His mother had indeed been devastated. That she wouldn't be getting the grandchild she'd be so excited for but the real reason for her devastation was that she'd let that manipulative girl back in her sons life after she'd broken him the first time only to have her completely shatter the broken boy she'd managed to put back together again. And she knew that it would take a lot for her boy to trust another woman like that again with his heart. And she resented Freydis for that. He was so young. He had his whole life ahead of him but now he would always carry the trauma and mistrust that snake put into him. He could only hope another woman would come along to help mend it all. And she had her eye on the one she knew would. Andromache. She knew the two of them felt something more for eachother. And in another life maybe they would've realised it sooner, before Freydis. But now she knew it would be even longer before the two actually acted on their feelings. But no matter how long it took, she'd be there to encourage it. They were perfect for eachother she knew it. And so did Lagertha.

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Mine •Ivar The Boneless•

She was only 16 when Ragnar had come with his cripple son, Ivar, to their gates. She had been forbidden by her father, Athelwulf, from interacting with either of the heathens. Being his only daughter, bastard or not, meant he was overprotective of her much to Judith's annoyance. He paid more attention to her and doted on her more than his sons. And this only served to deepen the Crack in his and Judith's relationship. It fueled Judith's hatred for her as well. But Skylark didn't listen to her father. She often snuck down into the dungeons to see the crippled boy. At first he was annoyed. What did the prim and proper little princess want to see and spend time with him for other than to gawk at his disability. But over time he was intrigued. The way she snuck around and rebelled. The way she was so eager to learn about vikings and his gods. And soon it turned into something more. Admiration? Love? He didn't know. All he knew is that it was with her that he learned he was infact a man, the same as his brothers. The night before he was to be sent back home, he had laid with her, taking her innocence without guilt. But it had only made him that much lonelier when he arrived back at kattegat to the news of his mother's death. But soon loneliness gave way to rage and she was just another fleeting though to him on his way to revenge and glory.

He was happy with Freydis, the slave he'd freed in York. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear and told him he was a god. That his legs made him so. That Odin himself favored him and he could do anything. And he believed her. He loved her. She was his everything. She was going to be his queen. So when he'd led the attack on Winchester, it was her that fueled him. Her and his revenge. He would give her the world. But when the city was found empty and the old King Ecbert rose from his Throne with a tired look on his face, he felt his rage bubble. This was supposed to be a glorious battle to apprehend the betrayer of his father. Not this. This was too easy for Ivar. So as the brothers argued over what to do with him, they almost missed the painful screams that echoed in the west wing. Almost. The brothers looked between them before Bjorn and Hvitserk took off towards the sound. And he watched Ecbert's face turn white with fear. He smiled viciously. The old man was hiding something he wanted them to not find out about.

When Bjorn and Hvitserk kicked open the large wooden door, they took in the sight before them and Bjorn shuddered. The maids in the room only spared them a glance before going back to work. "Please princess. He's almost here! You have to push." Bjorn pushed Hvitserk. "Go and get Ivar. Now!" He said sternly as he did the math in his head. This was a disaster. He knew his little brother to be irresponsible. But never in his right mind did he think ivar capable of this. No one did infact which the rumors that the thrall, Margarethe, had spread about him. But there was no denying it as he watched the princess sprawled upon the giant bed, legs up and bent, her white blonde hair slick with sweat and sticking to her forehead, her face scrunched up in pain as she sobbed, her belly protruding with the telltale signs of child. This was Ivars child. His son.

"What is the meaning of this? Surely it's nothing so important that you-" his words died in his throat at the pain filled scream of agony that broke throught the door where his brother was standing guard. And he knew who it belonged to. Bjorn lowered his head and winced at the sound. He moved quickly, shoving Bjorn out of the way and slamming the door open. He sagged against the wall at the sight he saw. "Princess. Once more. You can do this." "I cant. I can't." She sobbed and begged. "Yes. You must. For your son." The maid whispered. That seemed to fuel her as she braced herself on her forearms and pushed with a yell that was soon met with the cry of a newly born infant. "He's here princess!" Ivar was frozen in shock as he watched. He watched her sag back into the bed with relief and watched the maids pass him warily with a baby boy. Brunette, Thick, hair covered his head and he wailed with strong lungs as they cleaned him off and wrapped him up, handing him off to the woman in the bed. And it was then that he broke his trance, moving over to the bed, his crutch thumping as he moved, the maids stepping back as he took a seat on the edge of the matress, staring at the bundle in his once lovers arms. "Ivar?" She asked quietly and in disbelief. Through her pain she hadn't known he was even there. And she felt a sinking feeling at what it all meant. "Hes..he's my-?" He asked, his voice cracking as tears filled his eyes. "Yes. You're the only man I've laid with." She quietly admitted. He took another minute before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You've given me a son." He whispered in disbelief and awe. She stayed silent. "May i?" He asked her hesitantly. She gave a weak smile before fixing his arms and carefully handing him the babe. He looked down at his son with awe and love. He was a father. Something he never thought he'd ever be. And when his son opened his eyes, those bright blue orbs stared into his soul. "Elias Ivarsson." He whispered. And Skylark smiled softly. "Its fitting." She replied. He looked back to her, a gentle look in his eyes as he leaned forward to capture her lips in his own softly. Freydis forgotten instantly in the presence of his first love and their new son.

He sat upon Ecbert's Throne with a glare at the man infront of him and his brothers. "Im just curious as to what you thought would happen by trying to keep my son from me?" He finally broke the shocked silence. But the man only sighed and rubbed his wrinkled and rough face. "Forgive me Ivar. But the things I've heard about you are not pleasant. Your hatred for us Saxons especially. You cannot blame me for wanting to protect my family." He said and Ivar went ridgid in his seat. "I would NEVER hurt them." He growled. "Yes. You say that. But your reputation says otherwise." Ecbert retorts. Ivars face went livid and Ubbe intervened. "Enough. What's done is done. Ivar you have a son now. And Ecbert's death looms. Let us focus on that huh?" Ivar said nothing but his glare said this was not over.

He walked slowly with her through camp, holding her arm in his as she winced at the movement, their son in her arms, two of his men carrying her trunk behind them. He was reluctant to make her do such exercise days after giving birth for fear of hurting her further, but his brothers had insisted they needed to move. So he had padded the floor of his chariot with a pile of furs and had her sit in the nook infront of his bench before they took off and traveled. He made sure she was well fed and watered and wanted for nothing as they made their way back to camp. The same for his son. And before they'd left he had ordered a few men to ride ahead and make sure Freydis was no longer in his tent when they arrived. For he realised now that her manipulative ways were not something he longed for anymore. The gods had given him a gift. And he wasn't going to spit on it. He gently led her into the large tent and helped her to sit down on the bed. "Rest now." He said watching her body weaken against the furs. "I'll be back soon." He kissed her forehead and his sons before exiting the tent once more.

"Ivar." The soft bell like voice of Freydis called out to him as he reclined on the Throne like chair. "Freydis. I am busy." He muttered annoyed with her presence. "My love. Too busy for me?" She asked as she climbed upon his lap. "Freydis. I have a son now. The gods have smiled upon me and gifted me with a son and a queen worthy of me. I do not have time for you and your manipulative ways any longer." He growled. She frowned. "Can you not take two wives my love? Surely the gods will not be mad that such a man as yourself should need two. You are more than worthy." She said peppering his jaw with kisses. "Freydis!" He shouted in anger and shoved her off his lap and to the stone floor. She let out a whimper as she hit the stone. "If you touch me one more time or make such comments again, I shall ensure your head on a spike to gift to my wife. Do I make myself clear?" He growled harshly. She looked up at him with shock and crocodile tears in her eyes. "But-" "No! And you are forbidden from ever entering kattegat! Do you hear me?! I will have you burned at the stake should you ever step foot in my kingdom! Now get out!" He roared. And she ran as if hel herself was biting at her heels. He let out a deep breath and calmed himself. He would not return to his wife and son angry. Especially not over some useless woman he cared nothing about.

She sat on the Throne beside him with a grace and gentleness that was glaring in compare to his lazy and arrogant form in his own Throne. He despised court. Truly. Most of these matters were common sense and intervention was not needed. And there was little more he hated than wasting his time and stupid people. And court only held both of those. Skylark placed a small hand on his arm and he looked over to her as she faced the men arguing over farmland. He took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to it as she smiled softly at him breifly before returning her attention to the matter at hand. "Ok. So then you will both split the land 50/50 between the two of you." She announced finality in her voice. "But my queen-" "Are you questioning your queens declaration?!" He growled. Silence before "No my king." The man answered both scared and deflated. "Then get out! You have been given your answer!" He said angrily and glared harshly, sending the men almost running out of the great hall. He sighed in annoyance. "My love. You must be patient." She soothed as she stroked his arm. "How can I be? These problems are problems children could solve! It's a waste of our time!" She smiled gently. "Oh? And what would you rather be doing then?" She asked. "Spending time with our son, you?" He gave her a wolfish grin and she laughed softly. "There is plenty of time for the former my love. As for your son I think he's too attached to his uncle Hvisterks side at the moment." She said and he rolled his eyes. Hvitserk had always been Elias' favorite uncle. Especially when Hvitserk took him out to play with the wooden swords and ride his horse. It's all he would go on about now at 5 years old. And Ivar couldn't help but to feel jealous of his brother. Elias was his son. But he wanted to spend time with Hvitserk instead. He would be lying if he said it didn't hurt that he couldnt do the things Hvitserk did with him. But he had to remind himself that the boy didn't know that. He only knew that with Hvitserk he had fun. And what little child didn't want to have fun all the time? He sighed. Skylark took her husband's hands in her own, noticing his deflation in mood. "My love. I have something that might cheer you." She said. "Hmm? What's that?" She smiled and brought a hand to her stomach and his eyes blew wide. "You mean it?! When?!" "This morning. The healers confirmed it. She said I'm about a month now." She smiled. He hooked a hand around her neck and pressed his lips to hers. "I love you. You know that?" Pressing his forehead against hers. "I thank the gods every day for you and Elias. And now this little one as well." She smiled as she gazed into his bright blue orbs. "I love you too." "You're mine." "Forever." She agreed with a serene smile.

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Lilith messed about with the candles and the salt circle inside them. She had found out who used to live in this house. She had been curious about this place since she moved in. With the Big Ds on the gates. Rumor had it a man who everyone used to call the devil used to live here. She couldn't find much concrete evidence on him. Just word of mouth spread from generations. So she figured she would do a seance to try bring him forth. To find out more. She closed her eyes and began to chant the words she had found on the internet. Some sort of African language. She hoped she was pronouncing the words right. The room immediately felt colder and she snapped her eyes open to find rhe candles blown out. Except for one. Which a man was holding leaning against the wall. He studied her a moment with wary eyes before blowing out the flame. Plunging the room into complete darkness. She hesitated for a moment before rushing up and out of the protective circle to flip on the lights. Looking around she saw no one. Was it a trick? She screamed when someone grabbed her and yanked her around. It was the man. He was inches away from her face as he squeezed her arms. "Who are you and why did you call me back?" He demanded roughly with a glare. She stuttered out a response. "I-I just wanted to know.." she said. He shook her once. "Know what girl?!" He said angry. "Why they called you the devil!" She said back in fear. He searched her eyes to find her being truthful. He let her go and stepped back still watching her like a hawk. She pushed herself as far away from him as possible in fear. It worked? She hadnt taken this seriously at all. She was just doing it to have a bit of fun. She never expected this to be real. And now that it was, she didnt know what to do next. This man, this spirit, he was angry. And she knew from his vibes that this wasnt just a one off because he'd been summoned. No this was him. All the time. She looked at him from where he looked out the circular window to the thames.  His back to her. "You're messing with things you cannot even begin to comprehend girl. Do you understand that?" He turned to her with steely eyes. She didn't respond. He continued. "What you just did was very foolish. You opened a very dangerous door. And you are lucky that it was I who answered your call. Not something else." He said sternly. She lowered her eyes to the floor. "And now you have managed to attach me to yourself. And I do not know to undo it." He said annoyed. When he said this her eyes snapped up immediately. "What? You can't just..disappear back to where you came from?" She asked. He glared at her like that was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. "No. The chant. You messed it up. Said something you shouldn't have. And now I'm stuck here. With you." He said walking towards her. She gulped. "Im sorry.." she offered. He snorted not amused. "Yes. You will be." He said.

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he sat at her vanity staring intently into the mirror as she applied the brow pomade. She pulled away the brush and made a face into the mirror. "Sisters not twins. But these bitches look like 3rd cousins." She said with a huff, opening the drawer and pulling out her makeup wipes and removing the pomade from one of the brows. James raised a brow from his place on her couch, looking up from his book. He didn't understand this generation's women and their need to use so many beauty products at once. Most of the stuff he had watched lilith put on his generation hadnt even had. And the way she put them on was just bizarre to him. He compared it to the way he piled on the ash on his body during his sacred rituals. He shook his head as he watched her. It was like she was painting a precise picture. He turned his attention back to the book. She set the brush down and leaned back in her chair blowing air out of her mouth. "This takes too long." She muttered. "Then why do you bother?" He asked. "You look fine without it. I doubt any man or women cares." He flipped the page. She lazily turned her gaze to him. "Its not for anyone else. Its for me. I feel nicer with it on. I don't wear it all the time." She said. He raised another brow. "Alright then. Don't complain." He said looking at her briefly over the book before returning back to it. She shook her head. "I can't believe I'm stuck with you." She muttered and went back to work. "Yes. Well. Its your fault you are." He said gruffly. She rolled her eyes and started on her face. "Dick." He snorted. "Yes. I have one. What of it?" She sighed. "How childish of you. Whered you learn that one?" She asked sarcastically. He was amused. "Is that a rhetorical question?" He asked. She groaned. "Shut up I can't concentrate!" She said. He chuckled darkly but said nothing else.

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She pulled on her coat and grabbed her keys and purse as he stood leaning against the stairs. "I need more ash. And herbs" He muttered handing her a list with his fancy writing on it. She took it with a look of annoyance. "Why is it you always send me to do these things?" She said shoving the list in her purse. "Well. You're the only one of us that can leave this house now arent you? Therefore the responsibility falls to you." She glared. "Yeah well its also my money you demand me to spend." He raised a brow in amusent. "Sorry. I dont think ghost currency works in this world." He said. She just threw her head back and groaned and left the house, slamming the door behind her. "What a dick."

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She placed the items from the list on the counter with a sigh as the pagan witch who owned the store began to ring it up. The other store she had gone to before had given her a bad vibe so she had sound another one only slightly out of her way.  As she slid the woman her bank card their hands touched briefly and the woman paused, staring at her as if reading her soul. Lilith shifted uncomfortably in the silence. The woman tilted her head and spoke up finally. "It is not a mistake that he is here with you. The fates have made it so. Do not be afraid. Your souls are matched." She smiled at her and handed her the bag, sliding her card back to her. "There is no charge today. It has been a while since I've met someone such as you. I hope to see you again." She smiled confidently at her. Lilith gave a small smile back and quickly left the store. What the hell did that mean? She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts and made her way home with her many bags.

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"Did you get them?" He asked when she came through the door. As he observed her he narrowed his eyes. She seemed to be in a bit of a daze. She pushed the bag into his chest and moved up the stairs slowly, caught in her thoughts. He grabbed the bag and followed her determined to find out what had happened. He found her sitting on the bed absent-mindedly pulling her things out of the bags and sorting them into groups. He moved forward and seized her arm in his grip looking into her eyes, ignoring the sharp gasp she gave. He saw in her mind what had happened. What the witch had said to her. He let go immediately and stepped back. So it was true. The pull he felt to her wasn't a coincidence. She watched him curiously. He took a breath and began moving towards his old ritual room. "I'll be busy. Dont come into that room." He ordered and left, closing her bedroom door after him.

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Lilith sat up with a groan as she was woken up by something. She rubbed her eyes and blinked away the sleep, letting her eyes adjust to the dark bedroom. She could make out a silhouette in the corner and said in a raspy sleep filled voice. "James what are you doing? Its like 3 am." She whined. He moved towards her slowly like a predator. He got close enough and moved onto the bed. She watched him confused. He moved her hair from her face, gently caressing her cheek as he stared into her eyes. She got lost in his eyes and immediately became dazed as he moved towards her and connected their lips.

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She groaned the next morning and rolled over. She couldn't ignore the feeling of something heavy wrapped around her and as she cracked her eyes open she noticed the arm that connected to the naked tattooed body and everything from the night before came rushing back. She closed her eyes in confusion as she became aware of her lack of clothes. A sudden movement of kisses along her neck brought her back to the present. "What was last night?" She asked steadying her voice. He hummed against her neck. "I believe it's called love making." He said. She sighed. "Thats not what I meant and you know it. Please no word games." He sighed and pulled away. "That witch was right. Our souls call to eachother. I dont know why. But they do. And you messing up that spell wasn't a mistake. It was meant to happen. Even now I can hear your soul whispering to me. I havent heard that in a long time." He said. "So what does that mean?" She asked turning in his arms to face him. He met her gaze. "It means that we are two halves of a whole." He said moving her hair from her face. "What? Like soulmates?" He raised a brow. "I suppose you can call it that." He said. She lowered her eyes for a moment before looking back up into his. " does this mean you're no longer looking for a way back from where you came from?" He snorted and burrowed his head into her chest. "Oh love. I'm not going anywhere."

Guardian! Andromeda •James Delaney angst part 2•

He'd first seen her when He'd fell into the water as the ship sank. It'd been flashes of her white dress, her long hair, her face. And right before He was about passed out from oxygen deprivation, He'd felt her dainty arms wrap around his body and bring him to the surface so he could suck in huge breaths of air. But he saw nothing. Not even as he feverishly searched around him and in the water. But he knew. The second time was when he'd been ready to give up. He'd been whipped and forced to work in the hot sun. Sweat poured down his body and exhaustion was fighting him. But he knew if he fell, if he stopped working, he was dead. They'd kill him. And right as he was about to let exhaustion take over He'd felt a rush of energy. Like someone else had taken over and he was moving once again with a new found pace. And he knew this time too. It wasnt a coincidence she came to him when he needed her the most. So He'd started using his new found powers to call upon her. To get a glimpse. The first time he'd seen her she was sitting on the bank of the lake shore humming and knotting flowers together as the wind blew her hair back. She paused her work and turned to look at him with a smile. "Alright james?" She'd asked him. And he was so startled that he'd let go of the vision and tumbled back into the land of the consciousness. And as he had gotten better control of his powers he had been able to talk and interact with her more and more. And that brought him to now. Somehow. He didn't know how. But he had manifested her outside of his visions. And she followed him Everywhere. At first he didn't mind. He enjoyed the company. But when he returned to London, he had work to do. And she seemed to always be lecturing him. No matter that he was already called mad delaney. No. Now he was seen talking to himself by others. They couldn't see or hear her after all. She was sat on the table where he sat in helgas brothel, her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand. A look of boredom on her face as James scanned the room. "James. Can we go home yet?" He set down his goblet and swallowed. "No." He said quietly. She huffed. "Hes not here. The captain is not coming is he? Or he would've been here." She said. James ignored her and she rolled her eyes. Dieing at 16 really sucked. She hadnt been kissed, was still a virgin, and now she was stuck with the worlds grumpiest James delaney. Well. She wasnt stuck. She chose to stay. And she would go back and die again if it meant Zilpha was safe. But from what she saw Zilpha had turned cold and she didn't like it. The bell above the door rang and she turned to look. "James.." "hush." "James!" He winced as her yell rang in his ears. He looked up and saw the soldiers. He cursed and stealthily got up and made for the back door. But was spotted. "Delaney!" He kept walking. One pulled out their gun and shot. She knocked into him to push him sideways, the bullet went through her body and stuck into a pillar. He opened the door and disappeared into the alley, hiding until they came out. He then took out a knife and slit the ones throat before catching the other ones attention. She narrowed her eyes as the man pulled out a dagger of his own. Before she could do a thing James lunged. They grappled and the man managed to slice james' side open. He groaned and plunged his knife into the man's neck much like He'd done to her killer. He leaned back against the wall and lifted his shirt. It was bad. "James.." she said worriedly. He waved her off. "Let's just get home." He said and moved with great pain, stumbling down the streets. She let him use her as a crutch. Shoving some of her energy into him to get him home. He banged on the door and Andy could've cried when her dad opened the door. But she composed herself and helped James fall against the couch. She stood by watching the two of them. Her eyes glistened with tears watching her dad. When he went into the kitchen to get supplies James looked at her through pain filled and hooded eyes. "He misses you." She smiled sadly. "I miss him too." She said taking a seat beside him. Brace returned shortly and fixed up James best he could before retiring. James stayed on the couch for a while before standing and making his way to the stairs. "Im going to my room." He muttered. She nodded. "Goodnight James." He grunted in return and disappeared. ------------------ The next morning he awoke and came down to the kitchen to find Andy hovering over her father, watching him closely. And Brace seemed to be in a good mood for once as he served up the breakfast with a smile. James raised a brow. "Why are you all chummy for?" He asked taking a bite of the eggs. Brace sighed. "I dunno. I just feel..different." was all he said before disappearing again. Andy smiled watching her father disappear before sitting across from James at the table. "Your doing i take it." She shrugged. "I dunno. I tried to communicate but you know how that usually goes." She said. He grunted and downed his first days glass of brandy before standing. "Whats today then?" She asked. "Father's will reading." She groaned. "Boring." He cut his eye at her. "Fine. Ill be quiet." She said and stood to follow. ----------- Like she thought it was all boring. Until a lady stepped forward claiming to be Horace Delaneys widow. She immediately did not like this woman. She seemed arrogant and rude and spoiled. She had scoffed and rolled her eyes every time the woman talked and James was growing annoyed but he couldn't lose it infront of the lawyer and this woman so he gave her a subtle look to knock it off and she just crossed her arms and leaned against the desk infront of the two of them whilst they tried to figure out this stupid mix up. ---------------- "God, i HATE her." She stated as soon as they were back onto the london streets. James snorted. "Her pores seep arrogance and entitlement." She groaned. James just raised his brows in agreement with her statement. "Shes gonna be back isn't she?" She asked. He gave a curt nod to which she groaned loudly. "I can't believe I'm stuck out here with you. I wanna go back to that lake place. Where I dont have to see her again." He sighed. "Well can't do anything about that at the moment can I? I dont even know how you're out here in the first place." Andy said nothing but followed him on his various errands like always. Usually quiet this time. Until: "Can we get a cat?" "NO." "Dammit." A/N: hope you liked guardian! Andromeda. I tried my best.

RP Starters for kids/kid muses!

( These are starters that can be used with kid muses! This was a request. )

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Rain, Rain: Our muses play in rain puddles together during a light shower!

Go away: One muse hides under the bed from the big storm outside!

Monsters!: One muse is convinced there’s a monster under the bed!

I didn’t do it!: One muse drew/painted all over the walls!

Ready or not!: Our muses play a game of hide-and-seek!

I’m not going!: One muse really doesn’t want to go to school!

But I’m not tired: One muse simply refuses to go to bed! 

Excuse me, sir: Our muses go house to house selling chocolate!

Sugar rush: One muse had way too much candy and is now super hyper!

Pretend: Our muses play ‘pretend’ together - costumes and all!

Ouchies: One muse falls down and scrapes up their knee!

Nightmare: One muse wakes up from a scary nightmare!

Uh oh!: One muse gets caught stealing some candy from the store!

Yuck!: One muse refuses to eat their healthy veggies during dinner!

Would you like a glass?: Our muses open a lemon-aid stand! 

Time to bake!: Our muses make pie… except, it’s made out of mud.

Play with me! Now.: One muse demands the other plays with them!

I’m fi- achoo!: One muse is sick… but they refuse to stay in bed and rest!

Birthday: One muse throws a a giant birthday party for the other!

Splish splash: One muse teaches the other how to swim!

Read to me: One muse reads the other a bed-time story!

Tag, your it!: Our muses play a fun game of tag!

Oh no…: One muse got lost on their way home from school!

I want it!: One muse throws a tantrum in the store for a toy/item they want!

Draw with me: Our muses finger-paint together!

The mean kid: One muse is being bullied by another student!

Peaceful outing: Our muses go to the park together!

It’s a giraffe!: Our muses go to the zoo! One is scared of some of the animals.

Just a few more minutes: One muse is too obsessed with watching t.v!

Makeover!: One muse insists to give the other a makeover - makeup and all!

A fort for us: Our muses make a blanket/pillow fort together!

Pillows: Our muses have a pillow fight!

Up all night: Our muses have a sleepover with snacks and movies!

Boo-hoo: One muse is having a bad day and keeps crying over everything!

Snip Snip: One muse tries to give themselves a hair-cut… and fails.

I’ll fix it!: One muse breaks something and tries to fix it with glue before someone notices!

Do you want to build a snowman?: One muse wants to play in the snow! However, the other would rather stay inside.

It’s mine!: One muse simply refuses to share any of their things!

Rotten: One muse keeps misbehaving everywhere they go!

Detention: One muse gets in trouble for something at school!

Turtle: One muse is too shy to play with others and stays alone!

Can we keep him?: One muse brings an animal home without permission!