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   You have been abused. Be it being lashed, beaten, or just plain yelled at. You despised the evil creature who stood over you. Frieza. He'd killed your entire family - entire race - except for him. You've heard of Vegeta, but never really cared - but the curiosity comes in waves. Often nights you lay in your quarters, wishing death would meeting him slowly and painfully, and others you wonder what he looks like, and if the stories are true. The red hand swipes across your face swiftly, snapping you back to the present. It doesn't affect you much, but it sure is irritating. "Leave me alone." you snarl softy.    Jeice laughs at you, his gree

Loki, God of Mischief, was not a happy camper. He was stripped of his powers and sent to Earth, Midgard, to learn his lesson as the Allfather had put it. He was not mortal, just his magic had been taken away from him so there was less chance of him...killing the ones he was living with. The only bit he was allowed being what kept him looking 'normal' and not like the frost giant he was. He had been living with the Avengers for six months now and they all annoyed him, but he had to say the library the one called Stark possessed and the electronic devices that could bring up even more words was impressive and was probably the only thing that k

He looked beautiful. His cold, calculating, gray eyes scanned the controls of the hyper-advanced ship and his long, pale fingers deftly manipulated the navigation. He looked just as you remembered before the tragedy. “Khan?” you whispered from behind the captain’s chair he lounged it. His ramrod straight shoulders slumped and one hand traveled to his forehead. Without turning he spoke, “Who comes to torment me?” his cool, smooth voice washed over you; it had been much to long since you had heard his silken voice, “Which memory pulls at my heart now? Whose ghost haunts my guilt ridden conscience this time?

Sherlock had been awfully quiet this past week. You had been together for about two years now and sure, it wasn't a surprise that he didn't want to talk about his feelings and all but he seemed too quiet. When you were out together he seemed to doze off and just disappear into his own world. According to John, he didn't even pay attention to his cases. Of course you had a lot of questions about why he acted like this but there was only one question that you really, really wanted to know the answer to, why? So now you were sitting in the flat, waiting for Sherlock to come home. While you were waiting you started to think about earlier that day