FollowingTheCreed

         The laughter of children brought a smile to your face as you watched them delight in the simple joys their games brought them; their excited footfalls caused the water to dance along with them as they circled around each other and played. It was a pleasant distraction from the heat whose heaviness burdened you and the other women around you who worked tirelessly on the same task of cleansing the clothing of their families. Well, perhaps not entirely the same task... There was not a single person in the oasis of Siwa, or beyond for that matter, that you could identify as family; not in what was thought to be the traditional sense. L

            The soft crackling of the fire and the steady sound of raindrops hitting the windows were the only sounds that were competing to fill the silence that seemed to hollow the house. You were accompanied by a collection of books; an intriguing series that you were determined to finish as the storm outside weakened. There wasn't much conversation anymore. Your eyes departed from the words on the page to gaze over to the chair Achilles used to sit in. It was times like these where his absence was palpable in an almost painful manner. You wished that he was here to offer his advice on how future events should be handled, to defeat you in

        There was an intricate beauty that graced the eyes of any beholder if they were to ever to stand in your chambers. A master architect had constructed it based off of your lover's detailed designs and the raven haired man himself oversaw the entire process to insure that everything would be perfect for your arrival; because perfect is what you deserved. On good days the light of Asgard would bathe the room with its brilliance. The curtains would move gently in the wind as a spectacular view of the city was available for you to admire but today had not particularly been one of those good days. Unfortunately, it was one of those days.

        The living room of 221B Baker Street was an organized mess as it always had been. Despite the various reminders and reprimands that Mrs. Hudson brought with her on her regular visits, neither one of the gentlemen living there ever had the time to clean anything up. But after Sherlock had left to find peace in the solitary confinement of his bedroom and left John to his own devices, John decided that it was a very good time for a little bit of cleaning. John Watson had known that by agreeing to be Sherlock's companion on his misadventures that a world of things that he had not even had knowledge of existing would open up to him. What

        Over a certain period of time the feeling of not belonging had crawled it's way into your heart as well as your mind and it hasn't departed. The only thing it has served to do is create doubt and insecurity in addition to the incredible amount of sadness that you have been expertly hiding for months now. The problem, per se, is rooted to the fact that you are dating the infamous Loki Laufeyson. It isn't that you don't love him; that isn't true at all. The love that both of you share is uncommonly special to the point where either of you would do absolutely anything for each other. The problem was that Loki was the adoptive son of Odin

        He isn't supposed to say he misses it. That's what they taught him in trauma recovery. They taught him to define himself by what he has, value the differences and to make no apologies for what he lacked. For the most part he believed this to be true but that did not change the fact that he would give anything to not only see the sky again but to see you. He wouldn't talk about it for the most part because he knew that there were other ways to see. Matthew Murdock's senses were enhanced at a superhuman level. His hearing was so keen that he could hear people speaking distances away, he could hear people's hearts beating and even someo

The tower had been quiet for a large portion of the day. Each member of the Avengers seemed to find themselves occupied with one thing or another but there was one associate of the team who found himself pacing endlessly as worry and many other emotions began to fill him to the brim. This man was Loki Laufeyson. His brother Thor watched with mild amusement as his brother troubled himself over something that was incredibly simple. You see, Loki Laufeyson was the father of quite a few children. He loved him all but he had somehow convinced himself that you, the absolute love of his life and long time girlfriend, would not only hate him for hav

It was no secret to anyone that everyone believed and viewed Sherlock Holmes as a very complex human being. He had the ability to do what most others could not by simply observing and because of this they fed his ego and firmly stated it as a fact that he was more sophisticated than most. You pondered on this as you held a mug filled with your favorite hot drink while sitting on John's chair. The home of the army doctor and the consulting detective lacked it's usual flurry of sounds because of the words spoken by the curly haired man himself. Just moments ago the flat had been filled with people, voices and movement but now it seemed as if al

Chapter Two: The Family Manor (Last Name) Manor was a home fit for a queen. The history of the Manor said that it had been given to the (Last Name) family by King Edward VI and the house itself was a huge mystery with hidden passageways and rumored catacombs beneath it. There used to be at time when the house was alive with parties and guests in and out almost every day. But now the Manor, though beautiful, seemed abandoned. The cab led both John and Sherlock until the gates of the house. Sherlock swiftly got out of the car leaving John to pay the driver before the cab disappeared back onto the streets. There wasn't an intercom or any way t

[This is a continuation of Hero. If you have not read this please click on the following link: Matt Murdock x Villain!Reader: Hero [1/3] ] There was a noticeable increase in profit after what was labeled as the downfall of Wilson Fisk. After the fall of the Roman Empire came the Dark Ages and it seemed that Hell's Kitchen was going through a similar transition. Without the Russians, the Japanese and Madame Gao's heroin trade the city's petty criminals and drug addicts all came to you. You worked efficiently; expanding all of your trades to levels that Fisk never got to. Heroin wasn't the long drug that had begun to be distributed throughout