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James delaney imagine #1

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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."

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)

James delaney Angsty imagine

I'm sorry I gotta do it. This is extremely sad and angsty. Warning you now. I dunno. Sometimes angsty things come to me. If you would like a part two of Andy as James' guardian let me know. Totally could do it. On with the imagine!

Below is a mood board for Andy!

She came when James was 17 and Zilpha was 15. She was to be the new housemaid. She was Brace's daughter. Her name was Andromeda and she was 15 like zilpha. James remembered her like it was yesterday. She had been firey and sweet all at the same time. She had caught him and zilpha many a time and kept her mouth shut. Not because zilpha threatened her. No. She'd made that clear to the both of them the first time she'd caught them and zilpha opened her mouth with harsh and hot words.

She made her way down the hall silently with the wicker laundry basket, avoiding all the squeaky floor boards. She noticed Zilphas door cracked open and raised her fist to give a small knock but stilled in her movements when she heard it. The heavy breathing and small mewls from Zilpha and James' grunting with every thrust. And she knew it was James. Because Zilpha called out quietly. "James! Don't stop!" She felt sick to her stomach but at the same time this was a perfect time to teach the two of them a lesson about sneaking about. "Hey. If you guys are gonna sneak about yeah, do it the right way." She called out. She heard the curses and the thud that indicated someone had fallen off the bed. Within moments the door was wretched open and Zilpha stood in the door way with a red and nervous James behind her. The look on Zilohas face was a cross between shame and anger. "Laundry?" She held up the basket. Zilpha huffed. "If you tell anyone about what you just saw-" she growled but Andromeda had cut her off. "Well if I told then I wouldn't have the joy of watching you attempt and fail to sneak around here would I?" She reached behind James and pulled the door shut. "Next time. Shut the door all the way." She gave a cheeky smirk and made her way down the hall whistling like it was just another day.

The next time she caught them he knew she was growing annoyed at this point that they weren't being as careful as they should. She'd told them as much.

She rounded the corner to see the two of them heavily kissing in the hallway. "Come on you two! Seriously!" They jumped away from eachother. "You both don't have a sneaky bone in your bodies. Its obvious." She muttered annoyed. "W-well father is gone." Zilpha spoke up. Andromeda raised a brow. "Is my father? Did your father say for how long he'd be gone for?" Zilpha turned red immediately. Andromeda didn't look at the two of them as she stocked the hall closet with the bath towels and spoke. "If you really want to keep this whole...thing...a secret. You have to do better. Cause if you get caught and and they ask me if I knew, I'm Singing like a canary. At that point its everyone for themselves." She said and turned to give the two teens a look. Zilpha didn't meet her eyes and James just smiled amused. "Now you both have a room with a lock yes?" James nodded. "Good. Use them. Good day." She waved them off and disappeared back down the stairs. Zilpha had taken a deep breath and looked back up at him with a giggle.

She was one of the best people both siblings knew. And she only proved to be more than that when his father had pissed someone off and they came for Zilpha as revenge. He also remembered that nightmare of a night too clearly.

He had come into the back door, pausing when he'd heard a man shouting, Zilpha sobbing, and Andromeda quietly talking. He silently moved through the kitchen, grabbing a knife and peeking into the foyer. A dirty looking man was standing in the middle of the foyer with a gun pointed at Zilpha who was standing infront of the stairs, Andromeda behind her on the second step. "Please. Shes just a girl. She had nothing to do with any of this." Andromeda was saying in a calm, hushed tone. "Shut up!" The man yelled back clearly irritated. "Look mister. You're angry. I get it. I've been there. But don't take an innocent girls life for something so trivial. The safes are upstairs. I will open them for you. Take whatever you want. Just not her." The man growled. "I dont want money or jewels. He can get those back. He can't get her back." He clicked off the safety and James snuck behind him, rasing the knife. The man must've seen Zilphas expression because before he could plunge the knife into the man's neck he fired. It all happened in slow motion. Andromeda kicked Zilpha to the floor and out of the way. And within a blink of an eye Andromeda was against the stairs. A dazed look in her eyes as blood seeped through her white dress, staining her chest. James plunged the knife into the man's throat repeatedly until he was sure the man was no longer breathing and rushed to the stairs to Andromeda. She wasnt making a sound but her eyes were moving. Like she was seeing something no one else could. Zilpha sobbed and crawled her way up to the maid and held her hand tightly. James pulled her head up, his eyes wet. "Andromeda! Hey! Andy!" He yelled to her through a cracked voice. She didn't answer him but her eyes met his. "Dont you dare. Don't you dare leave us!" She gave a small smile and looked over at Zilpha who couldn't control her heavy sobbing. And she closed her eyes, her chest stopped moving and her body went heavy. The door burst open and Horace Delaney made his appearance. He took in the man's body on the floor and his two children sobbing over his maids body on the stairs and his blood ran cold. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

James was sure that the was the one and only time his father had felt true, unadulterated guilt and sadness. He had paid for the finest funeral for Andromeda and the finest tombstone in the finest cemetery London had to offer. Brace had broken that day. He had never been the same. He'd taken to drinking and putting up a fake front for everyone else. James had pulled back from Zilpha. He'd started taking an interest in the east India company and had eventually gone on that trip to Africa where he'd almost died and disappeared for 10 years. Zilpha was guilt ridden. She had put it into her mind that it was her fault that Andy was dead. That if she had been braver and not such a little girl Andy would still be alive. James called it survivors guilt. And he knew exactly how she felt now after the sinking of the Influence. He had seen Andy many a time in his visions and dreams. Always there lecturing him on his troublesome ways and stupid plans. And when his mother had tried to drown him in the lake for the first time she had gone head to head with the woman. She was his protector even now. He just felt it. So he made it a routine once a week every Friday to buy flowers and leave them on her grave. An offering. A thank you for all her hard work in life and in the afterlife as his guardian

Kick/Ass 2

The Motherfucker: I'm so sorry!

shark: it's too late to apologizeeee, it's too laaate

(Eamon Farren via Instagram Story | 08.02.2021)

Vikings Masterlist

Tall tale: Ivar x Reader One-Shot

Endless Love: Modern Ivar x Reader One-Shot

The Olive Branch: Modern Ivar x Reader One-Shot

Falling Together (Complete): Ivar x Reader In which Ivar and reader are wed for an alliance. Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

Contending the Flame (In Progress): Ivar x Nun!Reader Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11/ Part 12

Chase the Sun: Modern Floki x Reader

Saturated: (One-shot) Ivar x Reader Ivar thinks he’s found a daughter of the goddess Ràn

Will continue to update frequently!

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!

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I SPEAK ASTRONOMY •BANE•

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.