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The Taste of Blood: OLLA (AdamxReader) One Shot Adam was the silent type.The Taste of Blood: OLLA (AdamxReader) One Shot by queen-of-olympus
Over a mutual love of music and fine instruments, we met. I was Ian's friend, and his dissapearance shocked me, but in turn, he left me his network and that led me to Adam. Adam had some beautiful vintage guitars. Adam paid in hundred dollar bills and made me sign a confidentiality agreement not to speak about him to anyone. I had agreed. He was a musician. Music to someone is as a diary is to another; personal and painfully honest. And Adam wasn't ready to be honest with the world yet.
Every time I entered his home though, I got a bad feeling. He was dangerous, so my fluttering heart told me, dangerous and disingenuous. But he was kind. So I beat down my wayward heart.
Months passed. We maintained the fundamentals of friendship. Name. Number. Someone to talk to. I would bring Adam guitars, records, equipment. Whatever he needed or asked for. I was piecing things together about him though. Number one. He always asked me over at night. T
X-Men: Standing In His Shadow Ch2 The next day, I took my breakfast in my room, and my lunch as well. I was waiting for Logan to call me for classes. Waiting to meet this... Gambit. All I had been told was that he could control kinetic energy and charge items with explosive power. Around two in the afternoon, I was called out to the back lawn for my lesson with Logan and Remy LeBeau.X-Men: Standing In His Shadow Ch2 by queen-of-olympus
Gambit was tall and lean, a fedora tipped on his head, shielding dark brown eyes. His hair peeked out from underneath his hat and nearly touched his shoulders. That, like his eyes, was brown, and he wore a tight fitting purple button up beneath a long tan trench coat. Fingerless gloves adorned his hands and black jeans were tucked into combat boots. When he spoke, the etymology of his French last name was abundantly clear to me. He sounded so distinctly Cajun that I could almost smell the Zaterans in the air.
"Logan tells me you have a talent, ma chérie." Says Remy. I nod but say little else. He reaches in to his tre
X-Men: Standing In His Shadow Ch1 LoganX-Men: Standing In His Shadow Ch1 by queen-of-olympus
The girl was beautiful in the way that a weapon is. She was severe, and had a wild, hunted look in her eyes that I had seen many times. Every time I look in the mirror. She wore a trashed leather jacket made of deep burgundy leather, and had on a black shirt beneath it that looked like it had been through a meat grinder. Blood stained it in multiple places. Those hunted eyes were astonishingly green, her brows were black as was her hair, with dark red, blood red, streaks peaking out from under the dark layers. She was, as it seemed, made of lean muscle. Her pale skin was clear but dirty from being on the streets. At least, what I could see. There was a gruesome 'M' done in black ink that marred her face. When my eyes fell there, she scowled. Not that she wasn't scowling before, but it became more prominent.
"You gonna say something then, Hot Shot?" She asked.
"The Professor isn't here right now." I reply. Deep green eyes implore more of me, but I say no
Wake up -Logan/wolverine X Reader- PrologueTime drifts by slowly as she lies in a comatose state; her loved ones watching for any sign of life. But alas, it seems the only reason she is still breathing is because of the many machines she has been hooked up to. What has happened to land this certain strong female into such a state? That is the only question that has remained unanswered; and unfortunately it shall never be unless she wakes up. The victim of what appears to have been a brutal attack is the only one that holds the answer.Wake up -Logan/wolverine X Reader- Prologue by OneWithTheBeat
“Damn it all.” Her partner curses as he stares down at her lifeless form. “Damn it all to hell. What did she ever do to deserve this, huh? Nothing; that’s what!” Suddenly he becomes infuriated and it takes everything in him not to break whatever he lays his eyes on. Adamantium claws slowly beginning to protrude from between his knuckles.
“Logan,” The gentle voice of his partner’s closest female friend calls to him. “you need to calm down. Burst
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I <3 RPing! I will RP: Assassin's Creed, Mass Effect, The Walking Dead, The Scorpio Races, The Boondock Saints, and Greek Mythology!
Callistos Ibn-la'Ahad (Assassin's Creed : Brotherhood)
Achilles (Lee) Ibn-la'Ahad (Assassin's Creed : Brotherhood)
(f) Commander Callistos Shepard (Mass Effect)
(m) Commander Izekial Shepard (Mass Effect)
Ashe Talamo (The Walking Dead)
James Talamo (The Walking Dead)
Meara Walsh (The Scorpio Races)
Ciara Flynn (The Boondock Saints)
Ares: God of War (Greek Mythology)
Siffron "Sif" Duffy (Thor/Avengers/Dark World/Marvel)
Sergeant Major Diana Calhoun (Captain America/Avengers/Marvel)
Cadhla (Norse/Celtic Mythology)
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Favourite genre of music: Nu-Metal, Metal, Rock, Punk, Rap
Favourite style of art: Pencil and Paper/pen and ink
Operating System: Computer, sketch pad, anything I can draw on
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Shell of choice: IDK, Carpenters Dwarf Triton?
Wallpaper of choice: Dont have wallpaper
Skin of choice: Asian?
Favourite cartoon character: (insert 'videogame' over 'cartoon): Altair
Personal Quote: "I can do whatever I want." (You have to sing it)