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Just a small sneak peek at a future Narnia fic idea.

Star fairies, the most ancient race in Narnia. Guardians of the stars and magic. Creature Aslan himself held in the highest of places are gone. Killed in a murderous rampage of the Tyrant of Telmar, Miarz desecrated all the once holy creatures. Almost all, the lone survivior being their Princess Y/n. Her hatred for all humans only grows and festers as she ages. How will this hatred be tested when she is forced to save and protect the nephew, the very prince of the people who murdered hers. Will sure learn not all humans are the same or will hatred only grow.

Prince Caspian. He was no Prince but a prisoner in his own country as his uncle held his kingdom. His only comfort the stories his father would tell of a magical race of fairies that protected the stars and the very magic that Narnia ran on. When he is forced from his home he meet the very creature from these stories. Her beauty and powerful aura was enough to make Caspian fall in love, except she hates him more than anything. Can he turn her hatred to love, or will she forever hate all humans.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: All series triggers will be bellow. If anyone does like hospitals here’s a small warning.

Word Count: 714 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

Aizawa watch the small girl through a hospital window. After the carnage of the lab she was brought to a hospital. A female doctor walked out of the room and over to the hero’s guarding the girls room.

“How is she doc?” Present Mic questioned concern laced in his tone. The doctor let out a sigh and shook her head. 

“The poor girls got two fractured ribs, three bruised ribs, one broken rib, a broken right arm, her left arm bone is bruised, a grade two concussion, and not to mention all the bruises and scars on the outside of her body. Some of her old cuts opened up during her fight. And there obviously years on abuse on her body. Once we find out how old she is we’ll be able to treat her better.” The Doctor informs the hero’s. 

The hero’s all gasp and exclaim is worry. Mic placed his hand over his mouth. Endeavor’s eyes widen but remained calm. Midnight gasps and begins to ask what kind of monster would do that to a little girl. 

Aizawa goes to look at the girl in pity only to find some man standing above her. His outfit is strange and colorful, with a strange hat on his head. He’s holding and tea pot and tea cups float in the air. 

Aizawa attempts to open the door only for it to be lock. The other hero’s look at Aizawa as he try’s to open the door. Only once they see the strange man do they realize why Aizawa was in such a frenzy.

Endeavor pushes the hero’s to the side and blast at the door with his fire but to no avail. Aizawa begins to pound on the window as staff become worried.

Aizawa watches as the strange man rolls his eyes at the hero’s. He grabs one on the cup floating around a pours tea into the tea cup. Aizawa begins to pound on the window as the other hero’s try and open the room from any angle. 

The man take his hat off and kneels down . He gently grabs the small girl and pulls her closer to his body. Aizawa pauses at this. The man was being too gentle, like he was afraid of breaking her.

THe man brought the tea cup to the girls lips and pour some tea down her throat. After some tea went down the girls throat the man placed her back onto her bed. 

All the floating tea cups slowly descended onto the side table as the man placed down the tea cup he was holding. The teapot still floated and the man placed it down while grabbing his strange hat. 

The man placed his hat onto his indigo hair. The man pet her hair and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. Aizawa pushed Endeavor away from the door and kicked it open. 

Aizawa rushed into the room the hero’s not far behind. Aizawa stared into the mans teal eyes as the man bowed at him. And with a snap of his fingers the man was gone. 

Aizawa went to the girl quickly and looked her over. Her pale s/c skin was beginning to have color. The deep bags under her eyes were softer. The bruise covering the left side of her face began to feel.

Midnight went to grab the tea pot only for an orb of light to surrounded the cups and pot pushing her away. 

“Is she okay?” Mic asked standing next to Aizawa. Before Aizawa can answer the girls eyes shoot open causing Mic to scream.  The girl shoot up inhaling deeply while looking around ignoring the hero’s in her room.

When her eyes landed on the tea pot she reached out for it. The tea pot and cup began to float towards her. The pot poured tea into her tea cup and with shaky hands she took a sip. 

The girl stared at each hero for a moment before the air next her began to warp. A large fry cat with blue stripes large golden eyes and a smile stretched across his face floated next to the girl.  

The cat landed on her lap and she laid back into the pillows while the hero’s were under the cats watchful eyes. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

So as we enter the actual series I think I need some help. I’m having a bit of trouble making Alice!reader’s hero name. I have a few ideas but I would love some suggestions from y’all.

Nemesis: A goddess of revenge and justice

Serenity: the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled

Wonder Rose: The Roses of Wonderland are the symbol of the Second Alice and are a part of all the teas Alice!reader drinks

Querencia: A place where one feels safe; a place from which one's strength of character is drawn

Paracosm: a detailed, imaginary world created by a child involving humans, aliens, and supernatural creatures

This will not be a final decision but will hold a great influence cause I’m indecisive.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We get to meet a new friend of Alice!reader’s. 😁😁😁

Word Count : 722

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

A/n: TW for this chapter being creepy men near the beginning.

The soft yellow lights of Y/n’s room glowed as she sat at her desk, her literature book laid out in front of her. She tiredly flipped through the pages of Romeo and Juliet, it brought a small smile to her face. Although Romeo was incredibly reckless and impulsive his love for Juliet brought a smile to her lips. Juliet a more calm and dutiful daughter who rebelled against her family out a love. A true tragedy of a love story.

Small pebbles hit at her window quickly. Standing from her desk she opened her window, a rock hitting her forehead. She froze for a moment as the figure bellow cursed softly.

“Shit! You good kid?” Y/n rubbed her face and looked down at the scared man. His black hair, turquoise eyes and purple scars all over his body.

“Yes. Why are you here Dabi.” He smiled widely as he opened his duffle bag, it was filled to the brim with spray paint. Y/n’s eyes glittered softly as she stared down at all the colors. 

“Let me change!” Y/n slammed her window and rummaged around her drawls. Putting out black sweats and tank top she threw them on. Aizawa was out on some hero work and begrudgingly left her home alone under the promise she wouldn’t leave the house. 

Y/n smirked as she closed her book and opened her window back up. Aizawa would be disappointed if he knew all the things she did when he wasn’t home but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Climbing down from her window she stood next to Dabi, his frame towering hers. She smiled brightly up at him as her placed his long jacket around her.

“It’s cold out crazy, now let’s go before I regret coming to get you.” The fourteen year old smiles as she skipped in front of him. She hummed softly, the flowers growing as she walked down the path. The pair their way down an alley, some drunk men staring at Y/n. 

Dabi sped up placing his hand firmly on her shoulder, he didn’t like the look the men were giving her. He’d seen that look on boys before, and he would not allow what they wanted when he was there to protect her. 

She pouted up at him as he forced her to walk next to him. She simply let Dabi pull her close. Once out of the alley she struggled away from him with a curious look. The pair made their way to an abandoned building and Dabi threw blue paint at Y/n. 

Immediately Y/n began spraying the the wall, Dabi stood close as he did the same. Her perfect and strange flowers next to his threatening words. His eyes bore down at her, watching her innocent smile as she vandalized the wall. She hummed softly, bobbing her head up and down. 

“Hey Dabi?”

“What crazy?”

She cocked her head to the side as she knelt down. She picked a glowing turquoise flower with a white center. Rolling his eyes he knelt down to her as she place the flower in his hair.

“I’m hungry. Do you have an food?” Dabi chuckled as he ruffled her hair. He reached into his bag pulling out a container of ramen, with pork and vegetables. Y/n’s eyes lit up as she took the container and chopsticks from Dabi. 

Y/n slide down the wall, munching on her steaming food as Dabi continued to spray paint the wall. He watched her slurp up the noodles, eat the bok Chou with a bright smile and drinking the streaming spicy broth. 

Hunger was something Y/n was full of. When ever he went to see her she was hungry. It wasn’t that she wasn’t being fed, Dabi knew the the pro hero who was her guardian feed her incredibly well. After a while he began to bring food for his crazy kid.

He reached into his bag as she slipped the broth, his threw a small strawberry cake at her. She caught it with a giddy smile as she finished her ramen. She began to devour the sweet treat as Dabi smiled softly.

Together the pair sat in relative silence, all except for the much g on cake and the paint spraying on the wall.

Hii! About your last question, I don’t personally like anime but I wouldn’t mind if you want to post any of your fanfics about it (:

PS: Are you writing something about Caspian at the moment?

A/n: Currently I have a lot of ongoing fics (not my smartest moment 😃) but I do plan on doing a Caspian fic in the future. I am posting my John Wick fic later today if you’re interested in something like that. It’s platonic dad John wick x child assassin fem! Reader. I will be posting my KiriBaku fic later too. But as always my request are open so if you want more oneshots send some requests. Have a nice day.

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𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜

John Wick x child!fem! Reader.

Series Trigger Warnings: Child abuse, abandonment issues, self harm, self hatred, depression, religious trauma, murder, gore,

Chapter One

The scent of iron and copper stained the area around him as he lay in the ground. His dark irises looked up at the barrel of the gun in front of his head. Corpses laid around his as he breathed softly. 

With every dawn a pupillus is brought home

The girl that stood before him was dressed in an all black suit, perfectly tailored to her. Her hair sleeked back in a ponytail and braided. Her eyes cold and hard, like a killers should be. She couldn’t have been older than ten.

Her face still held that childlike glow that most kids her age had. Her Glock was firmly between his eyes. The man she’d shot before, laid dead at her feet. 

“Ты Баба Яга?” The girl asked, her voice that of a pure innocent child. (Are you Baba Yaga?)

With every dusk a pupillus is dead. 

John stared at her and he slowly stood up. Her gun trailed him as he towered over her. 

“Yeah.” The girl hummed softly. In a swift movement her gun was in a holster at her side. She let out a small sigh.

“Good, I’m your pupillus.” John froze. A pupillus? A child bought, taken, given and molded into a killer. Only the High Table could grant a person an pupillus. Never in all his life would he think that the High Table would gift him one. 

With every star a pupillus conquerors

John nodded softly as he moved a corpse out of her way. She moved next to him in a flash, almost inhumanly fast. 

“You got a name kid?” John pondered softly as he began to walk away from the bloody scene. The girl trailed behind him, he couldn’t even hear her steps.

“No.”

John rubbed his face as he opened the door to his car for her. She slide into the car quickly and sat quietly. As John shut the car door he groaned softly. He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t want to have to take care of a kid. But the High Table saw him fit he supposed.

“I like Y/n, think it’s pretty.” John mumbled as they drove towards the Continental. The girl didn’t answer, only furrowed her brow. 

“Yes it is pretty.” The girl agreed monotoned. As John drove he would glance at her. She stared out at the city with a small spark in her eyes, liked she’d never seen so many lights before. The girl didn’t speak, she didn’t move, to John it didn’t even look like she was breathing.

She looked almost alien to him. Not that she looked strange but she acted strange. She wasn’t like any child John had ever know, and he supposed she wasn’t. Pupillus were meant to hide in plain sight, she certainly looked like a child….. just not her eyes. 

With every comet a pupillus falls

John didn’t know it then but this girl would change his entire life. He would name her, he would love her, he would care for her, and she in turn…. Would destroy for him.

…………………..

The wind howled as rain poured down onto Helen’s coffin. Many red roses fell on top of the lowered coffin. Held in a delicate hand was a white rose. 

The white rose fell on top of the coffin. Y/n’s e/c eyes were glassed over but no tears fell. Her eyes red and her cheeks flushed. Her body was drown in rain, she hoped that the rain would wash her sorrow away.

Never had she felt like this, this loss, this pain. She didn’t like it. She’d lost many people, many of her fellow pupillus, she mourned, she pleaded with god to send them back. 

But this pain was different, this pain grew and grew, not into hatred like it normally would, it just grew more painful. Her black dress was soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. 

A large hand landed on her shoulder, gently guiding her away from the coffin. A shadow fell over her, he held his umbrella over her. His dark eyes full of sadness as he looked all away. 

“Y/n?” John whispered, his forming towering over the seventeen year old. 

“Все хорошее умрет.” Y/n mumbled hopelessly (All good things will die). John froze as he lead her away. Her face was masked by with a blank look. The rain poured down into the pair as they walked together in sync. 

Y/n’s irises were planted on the ground as John walked her over to their car. John looked up and saw and old friend of his. He bent down planting kiss her cheek. Y/n didn’t react, she didn’t move, hell John couldn’t even tell if she was breathing. 

John signed softly as he closed her door and walked over to Marcus. He didn’t know how to help her, she’d never been so closed off with him. As a pupillus emotions other than rage weren’t allowed.

Their pain was molded to hate, their love turned to despair, their happiness vanished and they became pupillus. A child made to kill and only to kill. John could remember all the times that Y/n held not mercy for her opponents. Her ruthlessness knew no bounds, her mind didn’t know what to do now.

.…………………

John hit the ground with a thud. He coughed up blood as he pushed himself up. He looked back at the man he was trying to kill. 

His eyes were wide, his body covered in his own and others blood. This job would pay a million so John was determined to kill him. 

The man charged at him, John slammed into the wall, it cracked under him. The man’s hand went around his throat lifting him off his feet.

“Not so dangerous now are you. Baba Yaga?” He taunted. John couldn’t move, he was pinned. The air began to leave his lungs, he didn’t stop trying to get the man off himself. 

Suddenly he was ripped away, John fell right to the ground. The man staggered to his feet from the ground. His eyes stared right into the cold ones of Y/n as she stood in front of John. 

“I told you to stay in the car.” John rasped. Y/n shrugged annoyed as she charged at him. The man was fast enough to catch her. Her legs wrapped around his, pulling the larger man to the ground.

“Вам нужна была помощь.” Y/n voiced getting in the man’s chest. (You needed help.)

Y/n’s smaller first pummeled into the man face over and over. John looked away coughing softly. 

“English, Y/n.” He muttered as he stood. The man struggled under Y/n, but her fist kept going. Her knuckles began to bleed and bruise. John walked over to her with a limp. 

“Enough Y/n.” She didn’t stop. “Y/n enough.” 

By the time John caught her fist the man was dead. John sighed uneasily as he pulled Y/n away. Blood was splattered over her face, hair, clothes and her hands. The man’s face was punched in, it looked unnatural. 

“I told you to wait in the car.” She didn’t answer. She wouldn’t look at him, he could tell she was upset. 

“Y/n? Won’t you look at me?” John asked gently. He knelt down to her height, for a ten year old she was rather short. He took the side of her bloody face and guided her to look at him. Her eyes didn’t move from the floor.

It had been months of back and forth with Y/n. She didn’t have any moral compass. She didn’t know what to do in any situation that wasn’t murder.

“Умная девушка? Please look at me.” John smile softly as she brought her e/c eyes to his. (Smart girl.)

“I don’t understand why you’re always so upset when I help you.” She mumbled bitterly. John sighed softly, truthfully he didn’t either. In the Ruska Roma he would do the same. Watching Y/n kill didn’t seem right to John. 

In the few months that Y/n was under his care he’d grown to love her. The way her eyes would light up when she’d see something new. Slowly he guided her away from the blood scene, her head was cast down. 

By the time they entered the car Y/n hadn’t looked at him once. As they left John glanced over at her, she was curled up into herself. A permanent glare plastered on her innocent face. Her eyes held anything but innocence.

Y/n grabbed the rager that John held out to her with a small sigh. She wiped the blood from her hands before throwing the rag in the glove box. John roll his eyes and  pull the rag back out, wiping her face.

“You’re driving!” Y/n protested. John rolled his eyes as he finished.

“You’re covered in blood.” He mumbled as they continued to sit in silence. She turned from him, not caring for all the blood. As they pulled up to the Continental, Y/n hopped out before John even cut the gas. 

“Shit! Y/n!” John yelled but Y/n just pulled her back out for the trunk and walked into the building. She wouldn’t go much further than the front entrance, still believing she’d be punished. No matter how much John would try and convince Y/n she wouldn’t be punished for simply needed space.

As John handed his keys to the man standing there, grabbed his bag and followed after her. Y/n stood near the entrance to the pupils training arena. A boy around her age with tanned skin, black curls, and brown eyes talked softly to her.

Her eyes shoot in to John’s and sighed softly as she made her way back over to him. The boy she was with glared sharply at him. 

“Am I permitted to go to the training arena?” John nodded his head softly as he checked the pair in. John took her bag and pulled out her training clothes out.

“Here.” Y/n knew that meant her wanted her to change. She nodded softly as left to changed. The boy with her watched every move like a hawk, John didn’t like that. 

Y/n was by his side before he could blink, she was changed, hair pulled out of her face and still covered in blood. John sighed taking her dirty clothes and cleaned the side of her face.

Y/n jerked away slightly, not used to such dangerous hands being so kind to her. The boy shot off the wall, hatred in his eyes. John wanted to laugh at him. 

“Here it’s your room key. When will you be back?” Y/n shrugged.

“Later.”

“Eat someone before you get back please.” She nodded at his request and turned away. The boy pulled her close the second her got and pull her into the training arena.

“How goes re-raising a child?” John sent a glare to Winston as he approached him.

“I’m not re-raising her.” Winston raised his brow. 

“So you’re not trying to pull her away from her nature?”

“Being a killing machine is not her nature.” Winston smirked softly as he nodded his head. John glared and turned away. 

………………………

Y/n stared out the window as people avoided her like a plague. Maybe she was a plague, maybe she this was all her fault. Maybe if she hadn’t stayed Helen  would still be here. Maybe this was gods way of punishing her for disobeying her life’s purpose.

Thinking she could have a mundane life after all the bloodshed she’d caused. The pain, the heartache she must have caused her people. A hand on her shoulder pulled her away. John stood over her holding her shoulder.

“He’s here to see you.” Y/n’s blank eyes held his gaze for a while before pulling away. He stood away from very one and sent her a small smile.

“Atlas.”

“Ares.”

“Y/n.” 

He smirked softly at her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

“You’re my Ares.”