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Jesus. Please take the wheel, lol

Broken •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

WARNINGS: angst, Mentions of suicide attempts, mental illnesses, abandonment, psych wards, semi happy ending on this one boys. Sorry. I had to do it to ya! I love torturing myself and you guys!

She was 8 when her father married Aslaug. It hadn't been easy for her to get used to the combined household. And Ivar didn't make it any easier on her. Her other step brothers were nice and comforting to her, even Sigurd. But not Ivar. He was mean and went out of his way to make her existence miserable. But he wasn't the catalyst or even the reason for why she did what she did when she was 16. No one knew the answer to that question still. And it had been years. But Ivar remembered it as if it was yesterday. Because he'd been the one the find her. And that image was something he'd never get out of his mind. He would live with that trauma forever.

Ivar pushed the front door open already annoyed as he could hear the metal music thumping from outside. And it assaulted his ears as he entered and slammed the door behind him. It was turned onto max volume and he couldn't even hear himself think. "ZORA!" He screamed enraged. But it didn't carry over the music. She had skipped school that morning. And he'd known because Aslaug had been informed by the school. He was a senior whilst she was a sophomore and so he'd been excused per Aslaugs request so he could go home and ensure everything was alright because Zora wasn't answering her phone or the home phone. And Aslaug was worried. He resented Zora. She was always pulling some dumb shit and worrying his mother or upsetting her and he was done with her shit. This was the last straw. Now it was interfering with his own life and he refused to let it continue. He stormed up the stairs, albeit slowly since his braces limited his leg movement and his legs were rather weak. But he reached the landing and stormed into her bedroom, shutting off the music and growling when she wasn't present. He banged on her bathroom door. "ZORA! you better fucking get your shit together! You hear me?! I'm tired of your bullshit! And it's starting to fuck up my life!" But there was no answer. And that only enraged him more. He gripped the handle and tried to turn it only to discover it to be locked. "Stop being a bitch and open the fucking door Zora! I'm tired of you! You hear me?!" But more silence followed and his anger began to receed and worry replaced it. "Zora?! Open the fucking door!" He banged one more time. No answer. He took a deep breath and began slamming his shoulder into the door. It finally splintered and gave way. He stumbled in and immediately his breath left him as his stomach began to turn. There she laid on the floor in a heap, empty pill bottles scattered around her along with one of her father's expensive bottles of Whiskey almost emptied as well. "Zora!" He stumbled towards her, ignoring the pain in his legs as he heaved her limp body up and against his chest. "Hey! Hey! Zora!" He slapped her cheek but she still gave no answer. "Fuck!" He yelled and dragged her to the shower, falling back into the tub with her against his front. He turned the knobs of the shower, freezing water cascading from the shower head and drenching the both of them. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, thankful for the waterproof case on it and dialed 911.

Ubbe rushed up to the front of the house where Ivar paced by the front door, soaked with water as the paramedics worked on Zora upstairs where he'd left them. "What the hell happened?!" Ubbe asked worried. "I dont know. Mom called the school and asked me to leave to check on her since she'd never went this morning. I came home and she had her music turned all the way up and the bathroom was locked. She wasn't answering so I forced the door open and she was just laying there on the floor surrounded by pill bottles and a whisky bottle. She wouldn't wake up." His voice broke amd tears swam in his eyes as he recounted what he found to Ubbe. His brother pulled him into a hug and held him tight. "Its gonna be ok Ivar." He only sobbed quietly into his brother. Ubbe didn't let go. Not when the paramedics wheeled Zora down the stairs on the stretcher or when they slammed the doors to the ambulance shut and sped off with her to the hospital.

Aslaug had been beside herself with worry and grief. No one knew why Zora did what she did. And it was a shock to everyone. Zora had always been happy and sarcastic. Never once did she elude to being unhappy or even in pain. Her father had made the hard decision to send Zora to an outpatient program for treatment. He loved her with all he had in him and he couldn't bare a repeat of the recent events. She'd been gone from the home for 8 months before coming home again. And she truly seemed better. She seemed sorry for what she'd tried to do. And made the effort to get better and stay better. Going to therapy. Taking her medications and following the rules given to her in order to stay at home. Which were no sharp things, no unattended medications or alcohol, and monitored constantly. And Ivar even made the attempt to befriend her. His attitude towards her was better. He was gentle and nice and made it clear that if she ever needed to talk he was there. No matter what. They became closer. Even inseparable.

Maybe that's why it hurt so much when Freydis came along a couple years later into her adulthood and he abandoned her. But she kept her head up and continued on her path to betterment. Until one night when she spiraled and all that pain in her chest was too overwhelming. She had tried to call Ivar multiple times as she sobbed and tried to resist the dark thoughts that invaded her mind and took over. It had been her last ditch effort to stop herself and get help. To cry out that she was no ok and that she was scared of what she was going to do if left alone with her thoughts. But he'd ignored every. Single. One. He was annoyed by her calls and finally ended up turning off his phone completely when it was clear she wouldn't stop calling. He had been with Freydis on a date and he wanted no distractions. He would call her back later. He would regret that decision deeply once he'd turned his phone back on to dozens of texts and calls from his mother and brothers.

"Ivar!" His brothers frantic voice met his ears after picking up on the second ring. His heart dropped into his stomach immediately. Bjorn was never this worried or scared. "What? What happened?" He asked quietly. Almost frightened of the answer. "Its Zora! She tried to kill herself again!" He said urgently. "What?" He whispered. And suddenly he thought back to all those calls he'd ignored earlier and guilt set heavily in his chest. He suddenly felt dizzy and had to grip the chair infront of him before rounding it and falling into it. He rubbed a hand down his face roughly. "H-how is she?" He asked. "We don't know. They won't let us back with her. They said that given her history she will most likely be sent to another program again." He sighed through the phone. Ivar couldn't get over the guilt. "I-i did this." He said upset. "How ivar? Did you force her to swallow those pills?" "No. But I ignored her. She tried to call. Several times. I ignored them. I was annoyed because I was on a date with Freydis. I should've answered. I should've known something was wrong. She never calls.." there was silence on the other end and he closed his eyes as tears escaped. "No ivar. It's not your fault. She made her choices." Bjorn finally replied. "I gotta go. She's at kattegat General if you want to come. If not, that's OK too. Get some rest ok? It's not your fault." And then the line went dead. There was silence for a few minutes before ivar let out a roar of rage and began to destroy his apartment.

When she'd gotten back from the program ivar forced her to move in with him. She said she didn't want to be a burden to anyone but he called bullshit and said she clearly couldn't be trusted on her own. And she had gone silent and allowed him to began packing her things. And it had worked out for the both of them. He monitored her and she was getting better. She kept mostly to herself in her room and he was fine with that. He had always known she was introverted. And it worked for the best when Freydis would come over. But things went south quickly when he'd found out Freydis was cheating on him. And when he'd asked her why she'd said that his relationship with Zora as a caretaker was too much for her. That he gave her too much attention as if she would break at any second. He had quickly told her to get out. To delete his shit and never contact him again. And she had done so without any argument. His love for her had grown to hatred the moment she'd tried to blame her actions on Zora. He was devastated at first. Freydis had been what he'd considered to be his first true love. And Zora was right by his side through his mourning. She didn't judge him or say anything. Just sat quietly and let him rant to her or watched TV with him. She didn't tell him that she'd heard everything that night. She didn't tell him that she knew she was the reason for his break up. And she didn't tell him about the guilt she harbored because of it. And that was only strike one for her. Strike two had been in the form of Katia. She was nice, she looked exactly like Freydis, she made him happy for the first time since Freydis. Zora made it a habit to make herself scarce whenever Katia was around, not wanting a repeat of the Freydis situation. And it worked. But Katia and Ivar broke up a short time later, both citing that they just didn't see it going anywhere. And whilst Katia had said that that was the reason, she had also mentioned Zora. Said that it was awkward to return to his apartment for private time knowing his sister was across the hall in her room where she rarely left. And Zora began to feel an even bigger ball of guilt form. This was the second of Ivars relationships she'd indirectly ruined. She had told him the next week that she was moving out. And whilst he tried to protest and argue, she refused to budge and he let her go. He shouldn't have let her go. He would do anything in his power to take it back. To force her to stay. Gods. He would. Because strike three had been when her father and Aslaug had been killed in an accident. It was sudden. And it was no one's fault. The two of them had been driving home in a storm and the car slid off the road and flipped after hitting a particular wet patch and sliding suddenly without warning. They both had been killed instantly. Everyone had been devastated. But not Zora. Or so it seemed. But he knew better. He knew she put up walls and pretended. He had tried his hardest to stay close to her. He called her every night to check on her and make sure she was OK. Especially after the funerals. And she put on a good show. Even he was finding himself falling for it at times. And he really should've known something was wrong that night when she didn't answer immediately like she always did. He always called at the same time. There was no excuse. But he let himself believe she was just busy.

She pushed the car harder, faster as it rounded the bend. Ivar had called. She ignored it initially as she gulped down the alcohol that she'd been drinking as she pushed her foot down on the gas, listening to the metal music blaring through the speakers of the sports car. But she faltered and sighed, pressing the callback button. He answered on the first ring. "Hey! You ok? You usually answer." She smiled sadly as tears slipped down her cheeks. "Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I was in the other room for a minute and missed it. Times been fast today." She said dejected. Silence and then. "Zora? Are you OK? Be honest with me. You sound.." she laughed sadly. "Yeah ivar. I'm ok. More than OK. Hey. I want you to promise me something ok?" He frowned. She wasn't making any sense. And he was growing worried. "Yes. Anything." "Ok. Promise me you won't be mad ok? You'll be ok. You won't be sad all your life ok? Promise." Ivar could hear his heartbeat rushing in his ears. "Zora. Where are you? Don't do anything stupid. I'll come get you! Please just whatever you're doing or thinking of doing, don't!" "I love you Ivar." She whispered before hanging up. He slammed his fist into the counter "FUCK!" He dialed Ubbe and quickly let him know what was going on before grabbing his keys and rushing from his apartment and to hers. But it was empty. And her car keys were gone. And he felt the cold feeling of dread settle in. And he knew this time she wasn't coming home. And she knew it to as she jerked the wheel on the next turn forcing the car through the guard rail and off the cliff, into the freezing waters below.

He was the last one standing at the grave site. He clenched the rose in his fist and glared at the shiny headstone. "I know I promised. But I am utterly Enraged with you right now Zora. How could you do this to us? To me? We lost Ma and now you? How many people have to suffer just because you were hurting? You could've said something to me! I would've done whatever I needed to! You knew that!" His voice broke and tears dripped down his cheeks. "I hate you Zora! I hate you!" He sobbed quietly. His emotions taking over. He threw the rose down and stormed off just as the rain broke the sky.

"Careful Igor! Wait for me!" Ivar called out to his son who ran ahead of him and fell down infront of the headstone. "Hello Aunty Zora! Happy birthday! I brought you a flower I picked from the backyard!" The boy said happily and set it carefully down on the headstone. "Igor. You must be more careful. What if you'd have fallen and hurt yourself?" Ivar scolded. "Sorry! I just wanted to get to Aunty Zora faster! To show her my surprise!" He pouted. Ivar sighed and relented. "Ok. Just be more careful ok? I don't think she'd want you to hurt yourself over her." Igor nodded happily. "Ill be right back I forgot MY flower in the car. Dont move." He turned and walked back the way they came. "Man. Tell him he should wrap you in bubble wrap then eh?" Igor's eyes lit up at the woman sitting infront of him. "Aunty Zora!" He breathed. The woman smiled back at him. "Hello little moon. How have you both been?" "We've been ok aunty Zora. But dad's been seeing this new woman. Ingrid. She's really nice. And she likes me. So dad says she's a keeper. But he's also really wary that she'll end up leaving." "Mmm. Tell your dad to lighten up. Not every woman is like Freydis hmm? If she likes you and hasn't run yet. That's a good sign. I have to go soon little moon." She sighed. "So soon? You just got here. He frowned. "Unfortunately I don't have the energy to keep this up. And I only get special privileges on my birthday. You know this. Tell your dad I love him ok? And I love you too. I'll see you next time little moon!" "I love you too aunty Zora!" He watched her disappear. "Who were you talking to?" Ivar said as he carefully kneeled next to Igor. "Aunty Zora said she loves you and that you should give Ingrid a chance." Ivar snapped his head to Igor and felt as if the breath was knocked out of him suddenly. "Z-zora was...?" Tears welled in his eyes as he looked back at the headstone. "She comes sometimes. Only on her birthday. She says the gods give her special privileges only on her birthday. So she uses them to visit us." He said happily and Ivar closed his eyes, tears dripping down his cheeks. "She also said that you might as well wrap me in bubble wrap at this point." He let out a laugh at that. "Yeah. That's something she'd definitely say." He said sadly. "Don't cry daddy. She wouldn't want that. She's always watching. She said grandma and grandpa are as well but they don't visit because you're at peace with them being gone." He frowned. It was true. He had gotten over his mother and fathers deaths. But Zoras was the hardest. He always felt that guilt deep within him that said he could've done something. Igor patted his back. "Its not your fault. She said so." He collapsed at that, sobbing so violently at the relief that flooded him. The weight that lifted off him was immense. It wasnt his fault. There was nothing he could do. She'd said so. Igor only consoled his father until he'd calmed. "Come Igor. We will come back next week. I think we both need to talk about your....abilities hmm?" He asked with a watery smile, placing the rose on the headstone and using it to stand up. Igor beamed as he got up too. "You mean the ghosts?" "There are more?!" He asked surprised as they made their way back to the car. "Mmhmm. There's an old man over there! He's playing with his dog! The dogs name is Sammy! And he loves his favorite ball!" Ivar groaned. "Ghost dog with a favorite ball. Lovely." Igor giggled.

What if Michael Mando (Vaas) had a Let’s Play channel??

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝟏/𝟓)

Hi everyone! As already announced a few days ago, I started writing this mini-series, and I’m so excited omg I’m having the time of my life writing it 😂 It’s an enemies-to-lovers historical AU and (very) loosely inspired by the events of Bridgerton. There will be a lot of funny bantering, romantic tension as well as angst and also a few smutty scenes😏

I hope you enjoy - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  London, 1813. There is new evidence that Hydra - the secret organization that murdered your family - has taken root in Sokovia, under the reign of Baron Helmut Zemo and his court. The ball season has begun, Baron Zemo is visiting London to strengthen diplomatic relationships and gain new allies, and Sokovia is still lacking a Baroness. You, warden of Tony Stark, are the last chance to end Hydra without risking a war and find out if Baron Zemo is really involved in Hydra’s schemes. So, there’s only one thing left for you to do: woo the Baron, gain his hand in marriage, become his Baroness - and bring Hydra and the Sokovian court to its knees.  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  6 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  only harassment for now but there will be some angst and smut in the later chapters (so 18 + only). 

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧

London, 1813. While the rest of the city was feverishly preparing for the first dance of the year to finally open the ball season – or, as mothers and their unmarried daughters called it with a giggle, hunting season – the atmosphere in the most beautiful mansion at Grosvenor Square was tense.

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Opposites attract • Niki Lauda Imagine •

The marriage had been talk of the racing tracks and the racing media for MONTHS now. No one could believe the fact that THE Niki Lauda, rule follower asshole extraordinaire, had not only married a woman half his age, but one such as HER. Covered in tattoos, metal in her face, and a crazy personality to boot. They were such opposites that everyone thought it was a play for attention. His rivalry with James Hunt was getting heated and in order to keep the attention on him, he'd gone out and done something crazy. But that wasn't true at all. Your relationship with Niki was real.

You stood by his side and supported him no matter how crazy the plan or how much of an asshole he was. You would gamble that you were the only person who DID check him on his attitude towards you at points. You understood it was his defense mechanism especially when he was stressed. But you made it VERY clear that it gave him no right to treat you like shit. That if he needed to vent you were always there. But do NOT take it out on you. And he was flabbergasted at your outburst at first, but then he began to change his attitude towards you and he would rant but not AT you. Rather TO you. And you were happy to listen and throw the occasional cuss word or insult in there as well in agreeance.

He loved the way you weren't scared if anyone's opinion of you. How you did and said what you wanted and when you wanted. He especially liked it when James was insulting him and you unleashed your firey forked tongue and gave him the insulting of his life infront of his women, taking him down a few pegs. He liked the fear in Hunts eyes as the fire in yours sparked to life and you stepped towards the blonde as if you were death herself coming to drag his soul to the depths of darkness. It made his heart swell to know you were fiercely loyal and protective of him, he'd never had that before.

He loved the way you listened to his concerns without blowing him off as arrogant or scared of losing. You had begged him not race that day. Told him that it was OK if he sat that one out. That it didn't matter what the other drivers thought. Trust his gut. Don't do it. But his arrogance had pushed him to get into that car and on that wet track even though he knew there was more than that 20% chance he didn't usually push. And he had crashed. He felt the flames licking his skin as he was dragged from his car. And he felt your hand in his the whole time he was unconscious. He heard you tell the priest to "kindly fuck off cause he's not dead yet." He wanted so badly to chuckle but he couldn't move. Couldn't respond. Could only rattle what little air he had in his lungs. But you were there through it all. The painful bandage changed and procedures. You didn't flinch. You held onto his hand with deadly determination in your eyes and looked at him with nothing else but pure love, giving him pep talks that would cause nurses and doctors to look at you with pity and confusion. But you didn't care. He was YOUR Niki. And he was gonna kick ass.

And when he finally did come back to the track, you were right by his side. Ever the overbearing wife. "Niki, did you take your pills?" "Niki, it's water time. Drink up." "Niki, don't forget to change your bandages before the race." But he couldn't bring himself to be the tiniest bit angry or annoyed. He was grateful you were by his side keeping his already fragile health in mind. And he knew it was so he would be able to keep racing. He knew that was your motivation. His motivation. So when James Hunt made his was into his bay and began speaking to him, you weren't happy. At all. The accident was HIS fault. And Niki confirmed that to him. But when Niki decided to forgive him, you begrudgingly did too. If Niki could, you could too you supposed.

But when that damned press conference happened, you were uneasy. You knew these fucking reporters were like vultures. And one of them would manage to engage you by being an insensitive fuck. And you were right. "Niki, what did your wife say when she saw you? how do you expect your marriage to survive this?" The heat that surrounded your body as your blood rushed through your ears was almost unbearable. You clenched your fists and took a deep breath. "She said, sweet, you don't need a handsome face to drive, only a left foot." The room laughed in acceptance but the reporter pushed and it was enough to make what little patience leave you body. "Im serious. How do you expect your marriage to survive when you look like that?" You stormed towards the table Niki was sitting at, reporters turning towards you and gasping. You leaned down next to where Niki was sitting and moved the microphone towards yourself as he looked up at you in confusion. "Im sorry I'm not that shallow to think that looks is all that makes up a relationship. And if you do, well, God do I feel sorry for your wife. I told the priest Reading his last rites to fuck off because he wasn't dead yet. And here he sits. A marriage is until death. Through thick and thin. Sickness and in health. Though I wouldn't expect you to understand that. Fuck you. Press conference over." You said and grabbed Nikis hand, pulling him up and out of the room as cameras flashed, Niki following behind you in a daze.

When Niki decides to race in Japan you feel a anxious sickness building up in your stomach watching him get into his car. These conditions were way worse than the ones that caused his accident. And whilst you didn't say anything, not wanting to cause an argument, Niki could see the fear on your face. And that's when his plan cemented in his head. He would never again put you through that sickness that settled in your stomach whenever you thought back to the crash. He would never again leave you wondering if you'd be a Widow before you even got started. He would make decisions with you in mind from now on. So when he pulled back into the bay after the first lap and killed the engine, pulling off his Helmut you jumped into his arms and he caught you with a smile on his face. He would never again leave you. No matter what.

The day his father came knocking, wanting to reconcile now that his son had made something of himself and made him eat his own words, you were having none of it. You made it VERY clear to Niki that this was a power play. Not a 'I miss my son genuinely' move. He was torn. But you explained to him that you had lived around narcissistic people your whole life and they would leave when you had nothing to offer them and then come crawling back to drain you when you did. And after a long talk between the two of you, he declined his father's offer of a renewed relationship, to which the man angrily spat insults which hit Niki where it hurt and left him in peices once again. Peices you were left to pick up and reinforce with love. You wouldn't ever let anyone hurt Niki again. You swore it.

When Niki began to teach you how to drive F1 cars, it was a debacle. You were a MESS. It took everything he had to not throw his hands up and walk away, giving up. And eventually, you got it. He often got annoyed at how silly you acted doing it but he came to realize that whilst his happiness in his car was strictly business and hidden, yours was a childlike joy that you had no issues showing. And he accepted it wholeheartedly and even came to enjoy it. Soon it was a hobby for you that you both partook in in the off seasons for fun, much to the Ferrari teams amusement. Enzo Ferrari himself even visited the track a few times to watch you two horse around in mock races on his track.

The next season you two are back on the race track, this time with your new knowledge of the cars and races and a brand new, Ferrari red jacket with the 'Y/N Lauda' across the back of it over top the giant Ferrari logo. Officially apart of the team, though just starting out in the F3 leagues with Nikis help. This drives the media CRAZY. No one saw this coming. Not even you. The press fights over interviewing the both of you together, the dynamic duo, the Laudas. Husband and wife Formula One and Three racers. What a sensational story.

A/N: this one just kinda flowed. Hope you like it!

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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