#✒ - Exploration

[sagesskies]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ

✒ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ɢᴏᴅ

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ. ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ @hana-no-seiiki ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴡᴀʀ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ɢᴏᴅ ɪɴᴄᴇꜱᴛ (ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ Qʜᴇᴛᴏʜʀ), ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ. ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ!

Yandere Destruction Deity who, just like you and all your other siblings, was born from the remains of Kases: the strongest of the Great ones. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who even then, was already an outcast from the others in the (then yet to be formed) pantheon.

Instead of joining Uren in their rebellion, they chose to spend their time doing more fun activities. Like exploring the new world they've just been born into, interacting with all the strange yet fascinating creatures, fiddling with the inventions and gadgets crafted by the Great ones, all with you, the only one among their siblings who seemed to actually get them. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who spends days with you in the garden you’ve cultivated, laughing and bonding. Growing closer together.

You talk about many things; stars, Kases, your siblings, Uren, the rebellion. It was inevitable that your conversations would eventually go in that direction, they just wished it didn’t have to be so soon. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who immediately tries to convince you to back out of the war when you tell them you’re helping Uren. You can’t! You’re too weak, too soft.

They’ve seen the beasts the Great ones have at their beck and call, and not to mention the giants, the cyclopes, and all manner of creature they were going to sic on Kases’ children. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who begrudgingly approaches Uren, and tells you not long after that they’re going to join in this foolish endeavor. They can’t exactly leave you alone, you’ll need somebody to protect you after all.

Who cares if they themselves don’t know the first thing about fighting. All you have to do is swing some blade, right? Bah, it doesn’t matter! They’re going to keep you safe, nothing will ever even come close to harming you as long as they’re here.

Yandere Destruction Deity who soon finds that they’re rather good at this whole fighting thing, hell, they’re probably the best. Probably only second to Itia, but they were a brute who simply relied on sheer force to get what they wanted, however when it came to skill? To prowess? To the ability to wield a weapon like it was simply an extension of your own body? Nobody could beat Qhetohr in that aspect.

Yandere Destruction Deity who became an entity whose name was whispered only in the darkness illuminated by a campfire, between soldiers of the Great ones who dreaded meeting them on the battlefield, especially once they were able to harness the power of the literal void to their advantage.

They were reminded again of the overwhelming difference between the two of you when they learned that you had become a name that was spoken by hopeful prisoners who wished for you to arrive to grant them freedom, while they would solve problems with their blade, you were far more diplomatic in your approach. Convincing generals to side with Uren, and freeing the enslaved soldiers. 

Yandere Destruction Deity, who even amidst the rebellion, always makes time for you regardless of how busy they get with managing their own forces. They fuss over you, and grow red with fury whenever they see a new scar on what used to be a flawless landscape.

But all worries are washed away whenever you flash them a kind smile, and assure them that all is well; “This shall come to pass.” You remind them, and they must force themselves to accept it. Regardless of how they wish they could just shield you away from all this violence, they’re stronger now, they could protect you, you could both still run away from this. However you only shake your head and tell them you’re both in too deep now to quit.

Yandere Destruction Deity who runs up to you, swings you up, and spins you around, laughing all the while. The rebellion is over, and Uren won. The both of you can retire back to your garden! And spend the rest of eternity there, just you and them. Isn’t that amazing? It’s the best thing that came out of this stupid war. Forget the fact that all these enslaved races have been liberated, who cares really? All they can think about is how you’re now safe in their arms. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who isn’t all too pleased to learn that they’ve been appointed as Uren’s general for their exemplary performance during the war. What the hell? They didn’t sign up for this! They’re meant to spend their retirement with you, damn it. Yes, they enjoyed fighting, but not as much as being with you, duh. Stupid Uren! But after some convincing from you, they reluctantly accept this position. 

Yandere Destruction Deity decides that this isn’t too bad, really, not when they get to put down any possible threats to your safety. There’s a lot of people who’d like to get their filthy hands on you, you know? Especially since you played such a big part in Uren winning the war. Don’t worry, they’ll get rid of all these bugs for you. It’s no big deal for somebody with their power. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who is confused when they learn of Uren’s new creation: Humans. What were these things sculpted in the gods’ own image? What were they meant to do? How long could they last in a fight? Safe to say, when their questions were answered, Qhetohr wasn’t too pleased. They don’t get what’s so great about them, when they’re basically just useless flesh sacks. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who still doesn’t get it when you explain to them that it’s because humans have so much boundless potential that they’re so exceptional, but they lie and promise you that they do. Even if they’re soft, squishy, and the least impressive of all of Uren’s creations, they’ll spare them. Especially since you’re so enamored with them.

Yandere Destruction Deity who gets restless when things finally become peaceful. They thought they’d be happy now that there’s less threats to you, but their body has gotten so used to fighting all the time that anything else feels strange. Any time they hold your hand, they have to remind themself to loosen their grip, and any time you come close to even hugging them they have to restrain themself from grabbing you by the collar and flipping you over then pinning you to the ground. Though… in retrospect it doesn’t sound that bad in the right context.

Yandere Destruction Deity who spreads whispers, inciting fear, paranoia, and destruction. Mortals, who had at that point established tight-knit communities, became wary of their neighbors, and it didn’t take long before conflict was starting to brew between them. Their words even affected Uren, who was growing suspicious of their own son, Ebris, the god of the Sun, who was more beloved by the pantheon than they were. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who encourages Uren as they descend into tyranny. Delighting at the feeling of warm blood staining their skin once more, as they cut off the heads of who Uren perceived as treasonous. Mortals, monsters, even some who were minor gods, none were safe from Qhetohr’s ‘punishing’ blade. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who feigns innocence when confronted by the other gods of their possible involvement in Uren’s change, a sly smirk on their face as they tell their siblings they don’t know what on earth they're talking about! They swear on Kases’ grave. But when it’s you who asks them if they really have no involvement, they falter at the fact that you’d think of them as the cause behind this, even if it’s true, their chest still clenches at the thought you could think of them like this. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who denies it, of course they would. But the look in your eyes tells them enough. They ask you if you’re going to tell the others, and they can’t help but smile when they see you visibly hesitate. You tell them you’ll keep it a secret, but you won’t dissuade the others from trying to discover the truth themselves. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who isn’t surprised when another rebellion emerges, this time led by Ebris. It was inevitable really. But what truly shocks them is when they learn that you’re joining Ebris’ faction. They knew you’d never side with Uren, not when everything they were doing now stood against you as the God of Mercy. But never did they think you’d betray them by joining forces with Ebris. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who never thought it’d be you forcing them to their knees in surrender, they’ve never seen this expression on your face. So cold, yet in your eyes they can see pity, and so much sorrow and regret. It was like you blame yourself for this six decade long mess. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who fully expects to receive the same fate as Uren, a beheading for all of the world to see, but is surprised when they see you speaking to Ebris in hushed tones. Your gaze flickers to them every so often as the conversation continues on. What are you doing? Are you actually- 

Yandere Destruction Deity who is stunned speechless when Ebris announces that instead of a beheading, they would instead have their powers restricted and be imprisoned.

Compared a beheading, this was an improvement. Or, at least it seemed like that to others. In reality death would have been better, so much better than years locked away unable to see you.

Twas the night before Qhetohr would be locked away, trapped in one of Ularus’ inventions. The thought of being imprisoned wasn’t what bothered them, but instead being apart from you for that long. 

They’ve been told tales by Nuyja, stories of husbands away at war, and of wives mourning the distance that had to be between them. It always sounded so dramatic, probably because it was, but right now they’re starting to feel like one of those wives. 

As the Ofriedian metal dug into their pale, marble skin that you always admired for its flawless texture, their dark eyes caught onto something past their bars. The familiar hem of a [f/c] robe. Their eyes widened, and their suspicions were only confirmed when they saw you walk out from wherever you were hiding. 

“[N-Name]?” They spoke in a whisper, like you were some animal that they’d scare away if they spoke too loudly, “Is that you?” They got up from where they sat on the cold, stone floors and approached the bars.

You pulled down the hood of your robe, “It’s me, Qhetohr.” Your voice was equally as gentle, but that was just how you always spoke. Instead of greeting him with your usual smile, your face was impassive and as impenetrable as stone. 

“Have you come to free me?” Qhetohr knew better than to hope, but they couldn’t help it. Ever since they’ve been imprisoned here while Ularus worked out the final kinks in their next cage, all they had for company was their mind.

And all their mind could do to stave off the madness that came with boredom was daydream of a life with you in seclusion, on some beautiful island where you could have a new garden and they would have enough room to take out their frustrations on the wildlife.

The disappointment that followed when you shook your head was immeasurable. 

“Oh…” 

You are silent in response, you were never one for speaking much. You always preferred to listen whenever you talked with Qhetohr, giving your wise input every now and then. They didn’t mind the silence before, but why did it bother them so much now? 

“Qhetohr,” Your voice was different as well, they noticed, colder than before, “Before you are imprisoned, I must know one thing.” 

Qhetohr placed a hand around one of the bars separating you two, “What is it then?” If only they didn’t have this chunky bracelet, perhaps they could’ve reached a hand through the bar and touched you. 

You took in a deep breath, and let out a shakier one. You licked the bottom of your lip, and then wrapped a hand around the same bar Qhetohr was gripping. You moved your face closer to them, and they tried not to gulp, “Do you regret what you’ve done?” 

At that, Qhetohr had no answer. 

You had the rare ability of being able to render Qhetohr speechless, cultivated from countless hours listening to them, observing them, and well honed through debates about topics such as the difference between the gods and the Great ones, the meaning of life, and whether or not the gods were all that different from mortals. 

It was the one of the many reasons you were the only god they had a truly functioning relationship with.

At their silence, your face contorts. Your brows furrow, your lips purse, and your [e/c] eyes fill with what can only be described as sorrow. They cannot bring themself to look at you, for they do not want you to see the shame that is starting to invade their heart. 

Your hand falls from the bar, and as it does it brushes against their own and they restrain themselves from reaching out to try to clasp at your warm fingers, instead tightening their grip on the inflexible steel. 

When you speak, your voice is hoarse, and if Qhetohr were to look at you right now they swear your eyes would be wet with unshed tears.

“I truly am as weak as you say I am,” You speak quietly, voice barely above a whisper, “Despite the sins you’ve committed, I cannot find it in myself to hate you.” 

Their eyes widen, and their head snaps to look at you, but it is too late. The hood of your cloak is pulled back up, and you’ve already turned to leave. The last they see of you is the hem of the cloak they had sewn for you themselves.

Yandere Destruction Deity who is stuck in an endless void similar to the ones they are able to harness themself, and tries to break out. Even if their powers were restrained, surely they’d be able to access at least some of them, right? But unfortunately for them, nothing works. They’re stuck. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who wanders the endless void, trying to find a gap somewhere, some sort of imperfection Ularus made when creating this prison. All the while their mind races with thoughts of you. Your first meeting. Your laugh. Your smile. Your kind eyes. Your final expression as they were sealed away. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who feels like they’re going insane. They’ve never spent so much time without you before. They’re starting to feel like the mortals they’ve seen on the streets during Ebris’ rebellion, deprived and hungry for the filthy substances Boztrix’s temple produced. But all they’re craving is you, the sweetest drug they’ve ever tasted. Sometimes, they swear they can see you. A specter haunting them in this fucked up hell, comforting them yet at the same time driving him down the rabbit hole further and further.

Yandere Destruction Deity who swears that they see light, in what seemed like a never-ending black landscape. I-is it you? Have you come to free him from this cage- Oh wait, it’s just another one of Uren’s children. Vetnos, god of the Sea. They can’t help but sigh, they still remember when they used to bully the god when they were but a small babe. Scaring them using their void powers whenever he wouldn’t go to bed. Perhaps he’s coming to taunt them? Something something, “How ironic that you’re trapped in the same shadows you’ve used to haunt me with,” something like that, maybe?

If Vetnos thinks he looks any way intimidating, then he’s sorely mistaken. Even bound and trapped, Qhetohr could probably take him down. 

“What brings you here, insignificant son of Uren?” Qhetohr drawls, a single dark brow raised, “Here to taunt me? I thought you’d be more mature than that by now.” They can’t help but tease him, it’s not their fault that Vetnos was so fun to mess with, he always had such interesting reactions, even when he was a child. 

Vetnos glared at them, eyes the same color as the sea during a harsh storm, “Silence, Qhetohr, if I must remind you, it is you who is restrained here.” Qhetohr can see it in the way that Vetnos is carrying himself, the boy is practically shaking in those leather boots of his. 

“And if I must remind you,” Qhetohr sneers, and walks over to Vetnos till they were eye-to-eye, “I didn’t need my powers when I killed your father.” At that, Vetnos flinches. Dhealdir, the first God of War, and one of Uren’s lovers. Vetnos’ father was one of the best soldiers in Uren’s army, but Qhetohr was the general for a reason. 

Qhetohr smirked, and then backed away from Vetnos. They cross their arms, “You still haven’t answered my question Vetnos.” They tap their finger against their bicep, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the bracelet digging into the flesh of their forearm. 

Vetnos huffs, the storm brewing within his gaze tempered reluctantly, “I have come to offer you a deal.” 

It was hard for Qhetohr to restrain the urge to chuckle, and so they didn’t, the sound flowing easily past their lips, “Let me guess, you want me to fight for you in exchange for my freedom?” 

“What- How did you know that’s what I wanted?” Vetnos asked with a bewildered expression on his face. 

“Before I was ever the Deity of Destruction, I was simply an outcast among my siblings,” Qhetohr explains, “When I sided with Uren during their rebellion, they all changed their opinion about me rather quickly.” 

That’s how the gods were, unless you were able to give them something of value you were no better than the dirt beneath their heel. The only good thing about mortals is how they foolishly waste their time on things that don’t matter, they don’t care if something has a use or not, as long as they like it they’ll keep it around. 

“All my family wants from me, is for me to be the dog on the leash they can sic on their foes,” Qhetohr narrows their eyes at Vetnos, “What is there to suggest that you’ll be any different.” 

They smirked when they saw the vein bulge in Vetnos’ forehead and how he clenched his fists tighter, the gods never liked having their own flaws pointed out to them, it made the reality that they were just as imperfect as the lowly mortals they looked down upon all the more real. 

“Anyways, how’re you going to free me in the first place?” Qhetohr asked. Ularus’ creations were annoying as hell because the bastard always built them to only have one weakness, and it was always way too complex for its own good. 

Suddenly in Vetnos’ hand appeared an orb of water the size of a child’s toy ball, “Ularus always has such unorthodox solutions to his machines,” Vetnos played with the water idly, “That fact, all the gods are aware of.” 

Qhetohr rolled their eyes, “And so?” 

“So, I thought if you were to bind a god in a void devoid of anything except the never ending darkness,” Vetnos approached Qhetohr, who watched with wary eyes, and held the orb of water over one of their bindings, “It was best to go for the simple approach.” 

Vetnos dropped the orb of water, and it splashed onto the bracelet. 

Qhetohr stared, “Was that supposed to do something?” They should’ve known better than to trust the younger gods, but here they were, letting one drop a ball of water on their hand and getting it all wet. 

Vetnos sighed, it was clear to Qhetohr that whatever patience he had managed to gather was already starting to run out, “You are familiar with Ofriedian metal, correct?” 

Qhetohr’s gaze flicked over to Vetnos’ hand, which still hovered above their own, now soaking wet, hand, “It is older than you are, of course I am familiar with Ofriedian metal.” They sigh, “If all you are here for is to soak my hand, then I’d like you to go back where you came from-” 

But Vetnos interrupted them, “Ofriedian metal is surprisingly very similar to iron,” His fist then clenches, and the water coating the bracelet seems to change and then seep into it, “And iron, as you may know, rusts.” 

It started off small at first, but as the seconds passed, the change became more noticeable. The Ofriedian metal started to lose its dark color, and slowly the color of rust started to invade the bracelet. Qhetohr watched with rapt attention as one of their bindings, that after so many years, was finally showing the signs of age. They could feel the changes too, the sharp spikes that had pierced their skin when the bracelet locked itself onto their wrist were starting to recede into the bracelet. 

But then, Vetnos’ hand spread out, and whatever was happening ceased. 

“Fascinating…” Qhetohr murmured. If Vetnos had allowed it to continue, they would’ve been halfway over to being a free god. 

“You see the power I hold now, Qhetohr?” Vetnos’ voice held an arrogance that wasn’t there before, “I am your only way of escaping this prison.” He had a smirk on his face, and despite how it frustrated Qhetohr to be so weak as to need the help of others, they couldn’t deny that this was the first time in a long time that they ever dared to hope of being free. 

Qhetohr’s thoughts went back to you, as it always did during their time here. Would you be happy to see them, and welcome them back with your warm embrace? Or would you scorn them, and draw your blade against theirs? They hoped it’d be the former, but they had enough sense in them to know it’d most likely be the latter. But still, they had to take the chance that you value your relationship enough to show the mercy that you’re famed for.

Qhetohr sighed, “Fine,” They placed their hands on their waist, “What is it you want me to do?” 

Vetnos grinned, “Swear your allegiance to me,” From the expression on his face alone, Qhetohr knew the younger god was giddy. He looked like a boy again, instead of the divine being that was freeing a force that he could not hope to contain.

Qhetohr considered the offer. They did not find the idea of being bound to one of Uren’s sons pleasing, but then again, there were always loopholes to be exploited. As long as they can twist their words then whatever forces above the gods would turn a blind eye to what they planned to do. 

“Very well,” Qhetohr sighed, and then took a knee, “I, Qhetohr, child of Kases, and deity of destruction, madness, and the void, swear to fight for Vetnos, god of the seas, in exchange for my freedom.” They hadn’t sworn an oath of allegiance to any other since Uren, and so the words felt unnatural on their tongue. 

Vetnos puffed up his chest, and had all the arrogance of a spoiled child who finally got what he wanted after throwing a tantrum, “I, Vetnos, son of Uren, and god of the seas, accept this oath, and swear to free Qhetohr, deity of destruction, madness, and the void, from their chains.” 

A tense atmosphere seemed to envelop the two of them, as the entities above watched Vetnos, who approached Qhetohr and used his powers to destroy the bracelets, and the collar around their neck. When the last one clattered to the ground, a red, glowing thread appeared between the two of them, tying them together by the wrist. 

Qhetohr ignored the string connecting them to Vetnos, and instead inspected the holes that the bracelets left in their wrists. They were small, and interspaced perfectly, like the pricks of a needle. That is, if the needle pierced through their skin and buried itself deep in their godly flesh. 

“Since we’ve finished the vows, I must remind you of a few things Qhetohr-” But before Vetnos could continue speaking, and setting down rules that Qhetohr would be forced to follow for the rest of eternity as long as they’d serve under him, Qhetohr flourished their hand and a piece of the void that surrounded them leapt out and wrapped itself around Vetnos’ throat. 

Vetnos choked on the air, as he felt the newly formed collar wrapping itself tightly, with enough force to crush his throat. His stormy blue eyes bulged out and were filled with righteous fury at Qhetohr’s trickery. 

Qhetohr chuckled, “You didn’t really think I’d just let you do whatever you wanted to me, did you?” They shook their head and clicked their tongue in disapproval, “Truly, Vetnos, I thought with age comes wisdom, but clearly that doesn’t apply to you.” A wicked grin formed on their face, “But I guess that doesn’t apply to you.”

If Vetnos’ face wasn’t turning blue from the lack of oxygen, it would surely turn red from, if not anger, then humiliation. 

Qhetohr stroked their chin as they contemplated what to do with Vetnos. They could kill him, which would remove the oath, but then the other gods would get suspicious. They do not know why Vetnos wanted them to fight for him, but if he went so far as to look for them of all people, then that must only mean there was a war brewing among the gods once more, and Vetnos was one of the key players.

Qhetohr’s mind wandered, going back to the last conflict they participated in: Ebris’ rebellion. As their gaze focused on Vetnos, who was only turning more blue as the seconds ticked by, they recalled Uren, Vetnos’ parent, who they were able to control with the same darkness choking Vetnos.  

Their eyes lit up as an idea entered their head, and then they smirked, “Do not worry Vetnos, for this day shall not be your last,”  They reached out their hand, and the void from the collar flowed like smoke to Vetnos’ gasping mouth. Vetnos’ eyes widened, and he struggled even further, moving wildly like a fish out of water. 

“It would do you well not to fight it, Vetnos,” Qhetohr drawled, “Just let go, let it consume you.” 

Vetnos ignored their advice, and closed his mouth, keeping his lips firmly shut so as to not let more enter him. But they simply entered through his ears, and his nose instead. Soon, as more of the void started to fill him, Vetnos’ resistance faded and then he nodded his mouth once more, welcoming the darkness inside him. 

When there was no more collar around his neck, and Vetnos’ eyes held a strange gleam, Qhetohr smiled, sharp and unnerving. They did not need to speak, and Vetnos fell to his knees, and then bent his back and pressed his head against the floor, right in front of Qhetohr’s feet. 

“I, Vetnos, son of Uren, and god of the seas, release Qhetohr, deity of destruction, madness, and the void from their oath.” 

The string binding them snapped, and Qhetohr let out a deep sigh of relief. Finally, they were now truly free. 

Qhetohr gestured for Vetnos to rise, and he did. They raised their hand, and called upon the void that had once been their prison, and it obediently followed their orders, and gathered swiftly in their hand. 

Once the last of it joined in, what they held was a pure black cube. They then placed their other hand on top of it, and crushed it as one would crush a fly.

Qhetohr looked around, and was pleased to see the bright blue sky, to feel the tall grass tickling their legs, and the radiant sun that had trapped them in the first place beating down upon their pale skin. 

Thoughts of you immediately flooded their head, and a smile formed on their face. Not harsh, not cruel, but instead it was one that a poet would make thinking of their beloved muse. 

“Soon, [Name],” Qhetohr relishes in how the sound of your name still rolls off their tongue as naturally as their own, “I will be your steadfast companion once more, and no war will ever separate us.”

Yandere Destruction Deity who never thought they’d be able to leave the stupid box, but here they are, neck free from that heavy collar, wrists no longer being wrapped by those thick bracelets, the sun which they wish to consume with their void shining down on their marble skin. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who decides to lay low for a while. Although they want to see you so much it physically hurts to be apart from you, they have to be patient, though it’s hard, they never were good at this whole waiting thing like you were. They decide to learn more about what’s happened since their imprisonment nearly two centuries ago. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who is tempted to reveal themself and challenge the God of Victory to a duel to the death when they learn of the state of your relationship. No, they’re not just tempted. They need to. But for now, they’ll restrain themself. That can come later. You were always naive and oblivious to others' feelings for you, despite your seemingly infinite wisdom. They’re sure you didn’t mean for it to happen, it was surely that young upstart’s fault. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who finally decides that it’s the right moment to strike, and appears at your temple. It’s the only one you have. The one they built with you back all those years ago, when things were far more innocent than they ever were now. They’ll make sure not to make too much of a mess. 

They are outside your temple, the elegant, pale marble untouched by the war and devastation that has plagued the earth since they've been unleashed. Good, your house remains as safe as it was during Ebris’ rebellion.

Qhetohr’s eyes wander over the marble pillars, the sturdy roof, and the well-trimmed shrubbery; the green served as a fine contrast against the pure white of the marble. Nothing had changed much since the last time they were at your temple, and that was nearly two centuries ago. A new statue, a tree cut down, flowers blooming where there was only grass, but everything else was the same. 

They walked up the steps, their heart racing faster. Qhetohr paused in front of a statue. You, not in the nude like other gods, but instead in your old cloak, head bowed and a small, gentle smile on your face. Hands clasped together in prayer. For who, even they are not sure. 

Inscribed on the pedestal, are familiar words. 

[Name], God of mercy, Patron of slaves and the shackled, Father of Dakmes, Ugrena, Bagbris, Ather, Rhohdos, and many heroes. Kindest of the gods. 

Kindest of the gods. If a mortal were to call any other god this, they would be smited for such blasphemy. All gods were gracious, at least that was what they all claimed. But all the gods acknowledged that you were the one with the most love in your heart, and so this inscription remained. 

Qhetohr entered the temple, sandal clad feet silent, face cloaked just like your statue. The fabric is as dark as the voids they summoned, the only splash of color being the gold embroidery at the hem, a match for your own. 

One of your followers, young and still filled with the last flushes of boyhood, notices them first. He looks up from his sweeping, “Good day to you,” Like all your followers, he spoke slowly and with a calmness that is hard to find these past years, “What brings you to this temple?” Qhetohr noticed the discomfort in the boy's expression, he could tell that there was something strange about them but could not place his finger on it.

Qhetohr surveys the area, and finds that, save for a few other followers strewn about cleaning the floors, that it is barren. “Where are all the others?” They ask. 

“They are in the libraries, or in the gardens,” The youth replies, “Why? Are you looking for one? A sibling perhaps?” 

Qhetohr smirks, “Something like that,” You were more to them than just one of their many siblings, you were their only confidante, their first and only love, but to call you their brother was not wrong. 

“What is their name?” The youth inquires.

Qhetohr’s eyes narrow, like a fox, and they grin, “[Name],” They supply. The youth flinches, the oppressive aura he felt was because in front of him was a deity. He falls to his knees, the broom clattering to the ground and attracting the attention of the others, who watch as he bends down and his head presses against the cool marble. 

“Forgive me, lord!” The calmness in his voice is gone, replaced with a high pitched begging, “I- I did not realize I was in a presence of one as great as yourself-” 

“Shh,” The boy flinches, but does not dare look up, “Stand, child.” Qhetohr has a smirk on their face, but their eyes are as cold as any other god when they meet with the boy's fearful gaze. Not warm like yours, for there was never another god quite like you.

The others watched with wide eyes as they realized who it was they were staring at, and immediately resumed their work, but their ears could not help but continue to listen. 

“Where is he?” Qhetohr asks. 

“Lord [Name] is in the gardens,” The youth steadies his voice, and it impresses Qhetohr how assured he sounds despite how he's shaking like a leaf, “If you’d like I can-” 

“No need,” Qhetohr was already walking past him, “I know my way around.”

Qhetohr walked through the elegantly carved halls of your temple, unlike other temples, it was built during the first rebellion. From the hands of the cyclopes, who you had freed from the Great ones, and who had in return swore their lineage’s loyalty to not only Uren, but to you as well. 

Perhaps that was why among all the gods of the oldest pantheon, yours and Qhetohr’s siblings, you were one of the few that remained. On the very marble hung paintings depicting your deeds, drawn by the hands of Addia herself, a Great one who sided with the gods after you had slain her husband Lilios. 

Even if their eyes have seen these landscapes many times, they never grew wary of the sight of them. You swearing an oath to Uren. You freeing the Cyclopes. Your form clad in your Ofriedian armor, plunging your spear into Lilios’ neck. You fighting by Qhetohr’s side, watching their back as their blade slices through the necks of the Great one’s soldiers. 

Qhetohr slows to a stop at the last one, your face is as hard as stone, yet still as beautiful as no other god has ever been or will be, and kinder than any creature on earth. They remember watching as Addia painted this one, and critiquing how harsh she had made you look. In contrast, Qhetohr’s face is one of devilish delight as blood splatters on their pale skin. 

You shook your head when you saw it, “I do not want you to be immortalized like this,” You rarely complained about anything no matter how much it bothered you, “If it would not stain Addia’s name, I would have this painting burned.” 

Now, Qhetohr’s name is only remembered by the bloodshed and devastation they’ve caused, and even if it displeases you, they do not deny that they prefer it this way. 

Qhetohr finally arrives to the entrance to your garden, the only place they've ever felt at peace. The sound of running water from the fountain, your doves chirping, and idle chatter between those working in the garden takes them back to more innocent days, when the only people in the garden would be the two of you. 

Qhetohr steps foot inside the garden, and sticks out like a sore thumb. Their black cloak, a stark contrast against the verdant green, and immediately one of your priests approaches them. “Excuse me, young one, but you are not permitted inside Lord [Name]’s gardens,” The old man speaks like he does not sense Qhetohr’s naturally oppressive aura, “I must ask you to leave.” 

They sigh, this old man surely recognizes them, does he not? The paintings are still on the wall, and though they were not the main subject they were still a prominent figure standing beside you. Qhetohr’s eyes narrow down on him, “Who are you to order me around, mortal?” 

The old man flinches at the sight of Qhetohr’s eyes, and his lips tremble, and then he shrieks, “I Ávyssos!” The Abyssal. Qhetohr snorts, they haven’t heard that title in years. 

The other priests and priestesses look up from their work and their eyes widen at the sight of Qhetohr, who clicks their tongue and then glares at the old man, “Should’ve held your tongue,” They smirk, “No need to hold your tongue when you won’t have one, eh?” 

Before Qhetohr’s words could settle in the old man’s feeble mind, they shot out their hand and a black beam shot out and forced itself into the old man’s mouth and wrapped around his tongue. Then, it crushes the tongue till it’s nothing more but a bloody mass of flesh in the old man’s mouth. He tries to scream, but he cannot. 

Only then do they see you, you came as soon as you sensed your followers’ terror. Your beautiful [e/c] eyes widen in shock, and then harden, “Qhetohr,” Their name falls off your tongue like it’s an insult, “How did you get out of your prison?” 

The rest of your priests and priestesses try to run away now that you’ve arrived, but Qhetohr summons tendrils made from the void that hold them in place and gag their mouths.

They smile pleasantly, “Did a bit of bargaining, but that’s not what matters,” Qhetohr walks closer to you, and their smile grows wider when you do not back away, “Aren’t you happy that I’m back, [Name]?” 

When they reach out to touch you, only then do you step back, “You’re not meant to be here, Qhetohr,” You remind them, “You were in that place for a reason.” 

Qhetohr groans, “Oh come on, [Name]!” They whine like a petulant child, “You were always such a stick in the mud,” Qhetohr then grins, and snake an arm around you before you could get away, “You really don’t miss me, hm?” 

You push them away, “How could I miss somebody like you?” They know you’re lying, they know you better than the back of their hand. But it’s difficult to keep that smile on their face. 

Qhetohr grins, and then the gagged followers let out muffled screams as the tendrils tighten around them. Your eyes widen, and they chuckle, “Be careful what you say, love,” They croon, “It just might kill these poor mortals.”

“What do you want, Qhetohr,” You’re getting afraid, afraid of them, afraid of what they could do to your followers, their grin grows forced, “Is this for Ebris’ rebellion? Do you resent me for the consequences of your own actions?” 

Qhetohr snarls, and the tendrils grow even tighter around your followers and the both of you can hear the sound of their bones creaking, “I don’t! I fucking don’t, okay?” They feel like they’re a godling again, small and powerless before they ever discovered how strong they truly were, “You just- You’re not meant to be like this!” 

You don’t even have to ask what they mean. “You’re meant to- You’re meant to be kind, to- to welcome me back into your arms with a big smile and-” 

“Qhetohr,” Your voice is cold, “What do you want.” 

Qhetohr takes a deep breath, and then smiles, “I want you to come with me.” “To where?” 

“That doesn’t matter,” Qhetohr’s smile widens, “Come with me, or I’ll kill all of your followers.” 

Your eyes widen, and you hiss, “You monster,” Your nostrils flare, and your fists clench. Like an angry bull seeing red. Never have they seen you so angry before, and their stomach twists from how it’s because of them. You grit your teeth, “Fine.” 

Their smile grows even wider, and they summon more tendrils that wrap around your wrists like handcuffs. A chain materializes in the middle between the two cuffs and the other end is being held in Qhetohr’s hand, who tugs it towards them, “Come on, [Name], let’s go.” 

“Free them first,” You remind them, and they look at your followers whose faces are filled with sorrow for you, and fear for themselves. Qhetohr nods, but instead of the tendrils disappearing, they instead wrap tighter. Your eyes widen, “I said free them, not-” But it is too late, their bones crack and when the tendrils finally fade away, all that’s left are bloody remnants of what was once a human body. 

“The [Name] I knew would’ve been wise enough to make me swear to free them,” Qhetohr chuckles, “But unfortunately my dear, I cannot leave any witnesses behind.” 

“You-!” But Qhetohr gags you with more of the tendrils, and leads you out of the temple. Any followers that scream at the sight of the blood covering Qhetohr, or see you in chains and try to help gets killed. Some are spared, but cursed. 

Qhetohr glances at you, your face is splattered with blood, and your eyes are still wide in shock. They smile, and wipe away the blood from your face, “It’s all right,” They coo, “You’ll be able to move on, eventually.” 

Yandere Destruction Deity, who finally has you back where you belong: Right by their side. They keep you with them back in those islands they claimed during Uren’s rebellion, what was it called again? Ah right, the Ivory Isles. They erect a pale tower as white as the bones from the Great one that made up the island, out of the ground, and now you both have a home suitable for gods such as yourselves. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who doesn’t mind that you act so coldly, of course you would. They did kill a lot of your followers back in the temple, and there was still Ebris’ rebellion. Bumps like these didn’t just go away overnight, or they suppose over two centuries, even they were aware of that. You’ll forgive them eventually, you always did. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who delights in all the small ways you’re slowly letting them back on your good side, they’re allowed to stand closer to you, allowed to hold your hand again, allowed to wrap their arms around you. Hell, one night you even allowed them to kiss your forehead, the same way you always told them you loved, because it sprouted a warmth within your stomach that spread throughout you. They wonder, as you close your eyes, what they make you feel now.

Yandere Destruction Deity who spends the next few decades puppeteering Vetnos’ body as their conflict with Aenar, dubbed by the mortals as the War of Storms, continues on. It is only when Aenar’s blade finally slices through Vetnos’ neck does it end, but they know the gods will still be too busy to find you, because they’re all too busy starting new wars. Seriously, what in Kases’ name was wrong with the newer generation of gods? 

Yandere Destruction Deity who is able to spend the rest of their days in peace with you; tending to your new gardens, watching the stars together, talking about any topic that comes to mind, sometimes even sparring if they’re feeling lenient. It felt all so idyllic, so domestic. In their younger days they sparked an entirely new rebellion just because they were getting bored, but now all they want is to continue living with you peacefully in the tower. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who isn’t pleased when they detect that the curse they’ve placed on that young priest of yours has been triggered, who could be the fool daring to search for you? 

Yandere Destruction Deity who can’t stifle the laugh that slips past their lips when they learn that it’s the God of Victory. When they learned of your relationship with him, they decided to learn more about this upstart. They wonder what you could ever find of value in this arrogant little bastard to ever tolerate him so much. They’re excited to see what their void will do to Faius’ already decaying mind. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who decides to pour more of their energy into Faius’ bracelet, just to ruin the boy further. You notice, and ask them why they’re looking so tired, and they laugh and tell you they’ve just been spending many nights sleepless thinking about you. Their flirtations are enough to dissuade you from asking more. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who is surprised when it only takes four months for Faius to arrive at the Ivory Isles, but perhaps they really shouldn’t. If Faius was anything like them, then this level of dedication was to be expected. Really, the things gods do for true love. 

Yandere Destruction Deity who persuades you to stay in your gardens, while they prepare for Faius to arrive at their tower. It’s been so long since their blade has tasted blood, they hope for your sake and theirs that their skills haven’t rusted too much. 

Qhetohr had seen the statues of Faius, of course they did. In war it was important to make offerings to the God of Victory, but they had only done the more human-looking forms instead of his divine one, which was the one that Faius had arrived in.  

What he did share with the statues however, was the way that his armor was depicted. He wore a cuirass made of Ofriedian metal, greaves from the same material, and carried with him his sword, a familiar dove carved onto its hilt that had topaz for eyes. 

His eyes were perhaps the most striking thing about him, the whites of his eyes were eclipsed by velvety black and really made the amber color of his iris pop. They hardened when they came to rest upon Qhetohr, who smiled as they waved at him. 

“Greetings, I take it you are Faius?” Qhetohr noticed the dark bracelet around his wrist, and smirked. They could end the battle right now, but where was the fun in that? Besides, this guy was the only one who bothered to search for you, so they had to give him some respect. 

He grunts, “You’re Qhetohr, aren’t you?” 

“Indeed I am,” Qhetohr beams, and then spreads their arms, “Welcome, to the Ivory Isles, God of Victory.” They chuckle, “Apologies, I couldn’t welcome you when you got on the island, I was preoccupied.”

“Save the pleasantries,” Faius takes a step closer to them, “Where is [Name]?” 

“Rather impatient, aren’t you?” They sigh, and go down the stairs, “You’re just like your mother, Gholyja. How is she anyway? Still as bloodthirsty as ever I take it-”

Before they can even finish their sentence, the tip of Faius’ sword presses into their neck, “You didn’t answer my question, Ávyssos,” He hisses, “Where. Is. [Name]?” 

Qhetohr raises one singular brow, and then takes a step back away from the sharp blade, “I see you’ve inherited your mother’s lust for violence,” Their eyes narrow, “Or perhaps that’s simply my own powers at work.” 

Faius’ brows furrow, “This,'' He raises the hand that has the bracelet on it, “Is your doing?” They can see how much it’s affecting him. What should be a flawless face, is weighted down by the dark circles around his eyes that have a wildness to them that they are willing to bet wasn’t there before.

Qhetohr gave him a sly grin as they nodded, “Mhm, who else could possibly be giving you such delicious thoughts if not for the deity of madness themself?” Thoughts similar to the ones that were running in Uren’s head must be going through Faius’ mind as well. 

Faius grits his teeth, “I’ll have you killed for this,” He promises, “And [Name] will not mourn your death.” 

Qhetohr wants to laugh at that, nobody knows you better than they do. Certainly not this foolish boy with too big a head, so who was he to assume you’d feel such a way? Besides, they only needed to show you the effects of what Faius has done in search of a way to you and then you’d be recoiling in disgust at the mere mention of his name.

Qhetohr summons their blade, crafted from the void, it crackles with dark energy, “I can say the same about you, God of Victory,” They say his title like a mockery and delight in how it causes him to tighten his grip further on his sword’s grip. 

Oh, how they’ll enjoy the sight of his ichor on their blade.

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

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『Pick Me Up』

✯ pair: reneé rapp x fem!reader

✰ summary: Reneé decided to surprise you after your last class of the week by a little hang out proposition, and although you show a little distaste towards it, you definitely don't regret it.

✯ warnings: none(?), fluff, shitty ahh kiss scene, maybe curse words, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

✒ a/n: uh so I tried to make it short...it's 2k+ words. and also my clumsy ass lost the request...im gonna cry

The continuous monotone voice of your college history professor made your focus slip from whatever he was saying more and more by the minute as the class dragged on and on seemingly forever.

Your elbow was propped up on the wooden desk in front of you, chin resting on the heel of your palm as the letters on the board became blurry while your mind slipped into the gutter of daydreams.

Those daydreams were about a very specific someone. The woman you couldn’t stop thinking about, but at the same time hated to do it. I mean, who would like to imagine such things about their friend? Exactly, no one. Well, at least not you. But with every touch and hug you felt more and more like she was just keeping you at arm's reach from something that the both of you are afraid to explore. Or maybe you were just delusional. 

But the way her hand would linger on the small of your back every time she let you walk out a door first, or the way her arms would wrap around you just a little tighter before pulling away, or way her arm around your waist would slip a little lower whenever someone got a little too chatty with you in her presence, or how her hand would give your thigh a gentle squeeze every time she sensed you were anxious or nervous about something. The way her pretty plump pink lips would curl into a reassuring smile while she looks at you, her blue eyes sparkling mesmerizingly under the lighting.

Oh she made you crazy.

But of course, those were just simple actions of friendship. Yeah, because you were friends. She’s just your super hot, pop star friend who is flirty with everyone. And you were just her childhood friend from highschool who attends a lame college and has little to no other friends. A bomb of a dynamic. 

Friends.

Your teeth let go of your bottom lip and your mind snapped out of the daydreams. Your head turned, looking around the now empty classroom and with a sigh you scrambled to pack up your notebooks and pens, pushing everything into your backpack carelessly before slipping your laptop into it in a little more gentle manner. Then you slung the backpack over your shoulder and stood up, walking down the long aisle of desks and benches, slowly making your way out of the classroom.

When you were out of there, your hands immediately reached for the pair of headphones hanging around your neck and lifted it up on the top of your head after turning it on. You made your way down the crowded corridor and your hand reached into your pocket, fishing out your phone and playing the first song your finger tapped on. When the beats and notes of the song reached your ears, you sighed out softly through your nose and slipped your phone back into your pocket.

You took calm steps down the big stairs leading to the lobby as your head filled with the low hum of the music coming from your headphones, your fingers tapping mindlessly against the side of your thigh as your arm hung by your side.

A soft grunt left your lips when you reached the entrance and you used your whole body to push open those heavy ass doors, letting them shut behind yourself as you went down another flight of stairs, the bright sun hitting your eyes which narrowed at the sudden stinging. 

When you reached the end of the seemingly never ending stairs, you were just about ready to take a left towards the parking lot when you felt a soft hand on your shoulder. You swung around with wide eyes, ready to throw a punch but your body relaxed when your eyes met Reneé’s blue ones. You breathed out and placed a hand against your chest, feeling your heart beat a little faster. Your other hand reached up and pushed the headphones off your head.

“Sorry, baby.” Reneé started once she was sure you could hear her. “Didn’t mean to scare you” A cheeky smile made its way on her face as her eyes looked over your still alert body.

“Shit, Reneé” You huffed out but then straightened up. “What are you doing here?” Your head turned from side to side, eyes scanning the area to see if anyone has noticed her yet.

“I came to pick you up, of course” Reneé stated matter of factly, her arms folding over her chest. “I thought I could surprise you since it's Friday and you don’t have classes on weekends and we could go out somewhere.” 

You took in a deep breath, processing the blonde’s words. “Uh…sure. I guess we can do that, but you could have texted me or something” You chuckled a little. 

“Ahw but, baby, surprising you seemed like so much more fun” The tip of your ears turned pink at the nickname before you slapped yourself internally. 

“Sure, it did” Your eyes rolled as you turned to the side and looked at the red Ford-Mustang parked by the sidewalk. “I haven’t seen her before…” Your brows raised as you glanced back at Reneé.

A soft chuckle left her lips as she shrugged. “Does it matter? Just get in, baby” 

Your eyes narrowed at her before a soft breath left your mouth and you nodded, stepping closer to the car and placing your hand on the door handle of the passenger’s side. And just when your fingers wrapped around the silver coloured handle, ready to pull, a shrieking scream came from behind you. 

“Holy shit! Reneé Rapp” 

You heard a little giggle leave your friend’s lips while you rolled your eyes and pulled the door open, taking off your backpack and tossing it in before turning around to see a little crowd of gays forming. You stifled a groan as you leaned against the car. 

“Oh my God, can you sign my arm? I wanna get it tattooed!” 

“Wait, me too! Me too!” 

“Can I hug you, Reneé? Please?!”

An annoyed frown formed on your face as Reneé was swarmed by the college students, some of whom were your classmates in some classes. You watched with a glare as Reneé happily obliged and hugged and interacted with the fans.

“Alright, guys, guys” Reneé laughed loudly. “I love you all, so much but I have to go, alright?” A chorus of groans came from the crowd but luckily everyone agreed and stepped away from the singer. When Reneé walked in front of you again with a smile, taking a deep breath, your own frown formed into a small grin. “Ready, baby?” 

God, if words could kill. 

“Yeah” You let out, almost breathlessly. “You?” 

Only a soft laugh escaped her mouth as she placed a hand on your shoulder before rounding the car and slipping inside the driver’s side. Your lips pressed into a thin line as your eyes followed her, letting them slip just the tiniest bit lower before you shook your head and also got into the car, buckling in.

The engine started up with a deep rumble and it filled you with a little excitement, eyes lighting up a little. Reneé watched your face with fondness on her own before the car began moving, driving away from the large building of your college. 

“How was your day?” Reneé spoke up after a couple of moments, her right hand resting a little more at the bottom of the steering wheel while her left one on top, her silver rings flashing when the sunlight reflected on them. Your gaze lingered on her hands for a moment before you blinked and looked up at the woman.

“What?” 

Reneé laughed softly and shook her head in amusement. “You’re adorable, babygirl” Her laughs died down slowly. “I asked about your day”

“Oh” You leaned back in your seat and shrugged your shoulders. “Good enough, I guess. Nothing special happened.”Reneé hummed softly, taking in the small amount of information. “Where did you plan on going, anyway?”

Her shoulders lifted up. “I’m not sure, we could just drive around like this” Her gaze shifted to you for a moment before looking back at the road. 

Your brows furrowed at her words. “Uh, I mean…we could but” You tilted your head at her. “That’s just boring”

Reneé laughed before humming. “Is it now?” She tutted and shook her head. “We can’t have that.”  She pauses for a second, looking a little lost in thought before speaking up again.”Alright, we can just buy a bunch of snacks and drinks and park in an empty parking lot and hang out” 

Your eyebrows shot up when she said that. Wait, that kind of sounds like a date? You shook your head a little before nodding when you caught her eyes. “Yeah, sounds nice”

Reneé smiles at you again and squeals a little. “Alrighty.”

–

And an endlessly long and tiring shopping trip later, the red muscle car was parked in an empty parking lot under one of the street lights, its orange hue reflecting on the shiny red paint of Reneé’s car while the two of you sat on the hood of it, the snacks and drinks between the two of you.

Your legs swung back and forth a little as you leaned your upper body weight on your hands behind you, looking out into the darkness in the distance.

“So,” You heard Reneé start, but you only hummed in response, eyes stuck in the distance. There was a moment of silence as Reneé looked at you. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something…” She paused and you hummed again. A long breath escaped her lips and she straightened up a little, turning her body towards yours. And when you felt her shift a little closer, your heart rate picked up. “Uhm…” Reneé swallowed hard as her own pulse quickened. 

“I love you” 

And although the words weren't unfamiliar coming from her mouth, this felt a little different and you couldn’t for the life of you explain why. So, after a moment you chuckled wryly and smiled. 

“I love you, too, Neé” 

Reneé scoffed audibly and rolled her eyes, hesitating for a moment before one of her hands reached out, ring clad fingers cupping your chin gently and turning your face towards her. “No, baby, I mean…” 

Your brows furrowed at her actions and you studied her expression, searching for an explanation. Reneé didn’t finish her sentence, instead, she leaned forward and your eyes widened. You felt her breath against your lips for a second before those soft pink lips pressed against yours. After a moment of thinking, you kissed back gingerly. 

You felt a soft breath leave Reneé’s nose, air tickling your skin. And your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into her more, the kiss growing passionate, but still just the slightest bit held back, afraid. 

Reneé pulled back, your faces still mere millimeters apart and her eyes open at the same time as yours. As the pupils of her eyes dilated the small specks of brown around them faded a little, leaving just the deep blue seas staring back at you. And both of your gazes spoke volumes, no words needed as your lips crashed against each other again.

Your head tilted to the side while Reneé’s hand slid up from your chin, cupping your jaw gently. She pulled you closer, completely lost in the ecstasy of the feeling. But you didn’t mind, you were the same. You couldn’t seem to get enough of her plump lips against yours, your mind hazy, chest tingling as your heart thudded against it and your stomach filled with thousands of butterflies.

So you were more than friends after all.

Friends with feelings for each other. Feelings which seemed to have been held down for a long long time and burst out just at the same moment. And it felt good to finally have her lips against yours, her hand on your face was so soft you could have died on the spot happily.

Turns out, you love surprises.

✯ a/n: guys, how the fuck do you write fluffy kissing scenes??? 😭

REQUESTS OPEN<3

[a060403]

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, male!receiving, male!submissive, explicit language, BDSM, bruises, chains, slight impact play (dunno if I'm using this correctly), dark!miguel, heavy smut, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it. Also, I want to apologize in advance, this is my first time writing something that includes BDSM so if I wasn't able to use it correctly, I'm sorry.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

Chains wrapped tightly around his wrists and ankles, anchoring him in place like some unchaste work of art. The cold metal dug into his skin, a constant reminder of his helplessness. He couldn't even shift, couldn't so much as twitch without the chains clanking in protest.

The dimly lit room was heavy with the scent of leather, the powerful aroma seeming to seep from the very walls themselves, making the air thick and oppressive. Miguel's heart pounded in his chest, anxiety spiking with each labored breath as he strained to hear any sign of movement from her.

The only sound was the soft rustle of fabric, a tiny whisper that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, sending shivers down his spine as his skin prickled with anticipation. He couldn't see, couldn't even guess where she was in the room, but the knowledge that she was closing in on him filled him with a sense of dread and excitement.

Suddenly, a chill ran down his arm as something cold and soft brushed against his skin, making him gasp in surprise. “I've always wanted to do this with you,” her voice was a low, sultry purr, seeming to vibrate through the air and straight into his very bones. “I've always envisioned it happening just like this.” Her words sent a shiver through him, a thrill of dark pleasure mingling with the fear that gripped him.

Miguel's eyes widened as he felt the cold fabric glide over his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He couldn't see what it was, but the sensation was unmistakable - a feather, soft and smooth against his bare flesh. His heart raced with anticipation, a mix of fear and desire coursing through his veins.

He tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he simply waited, his body tense and ready for whatever Y/N had planned. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, everything went still. The fabric ceased its gentle exploration, leaving Miguel in an agonizing state of suspended anticipation. He strained his ears, trying to pick up any sound from her direction, but there was only silence.

The low, seductive tones of her voice seemed to wrap around him like a vice, the words dripping with a sinister allure that made his blood run cold. “Te conviene,” she purred, the husky pitch sending a jolt of primal fear and dark longing racing through his veins. “Te queda bien.” Her assessment hung in the air, heavy with implication and promise. He couldn't see her, but he could almost feel her gaze burning into his flesh, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole.

A low, menacing chuckle echoed through the room, making him flinch. She moved closer, her presence radiating an aura of menace and desire. Miguel's breath caught in his throat as he felt the cold, supple leather of the whip graze his skin, a feather-light touch that sent goosebumps rippling across his flesh. Slowly, the whip's tip traveled upward, its direction aimed directly at his thighs. And then, with a sudden, brutal strike, the leather snapped against his skin, the impact sending a jolt of pain and pleasure surging through him.

The sharp crack of the whip against his skin made Miguel gasp, a jolt of pain shooting through his thigh. His body tensed, a instinctive reaction to the stinging sensation. But as quickly as the pain arrived, it was replaced by a strange, almost exhilarating thrill. A low growl escaped his lips, a mix of fear and desire. Miguel's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of the whip against his skin was unlike anything he had ever experienced - a brutal, raw intimacy that left him aching and wanting more.

Miguel's mind raced, trying to process the overwhelming stimuli. The darkness, the scent of leather, the sound of her voice, the feel of the whip... it all combined to create an experience that was both terrifying and deeply arousing. He wanted to beg for more, to plead with her for another strike, another touch. But he couldn't form the words, could only lay there and tremble under her control.

The sting of the whip's second strike lingered on his skin, mingling with the fire that settled there. Miguel bit back a groan, his cock throbbing almost painfully as the leather curled around its aching length. “You look so good like this, Miggy,” her sultry voice was a sensual caress, stroking his skin and teasing his nerve endings. “So good...”

The sensual promise hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. And then the whip struck again, the impact sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting through his entire body. Her dark, dangerous chuckle filled his ears, the sound sending a thrill of fear and desire racing down his spine as he felt the whip's supple leather circle his stiffening cock. The end of the whip trailed teasingly along the sensitive flesh, promising so much more to come.

The whip's close brush against his erection made Miguel's breath catch in his throat, a gasp of both pain and pleasure. His cock twitched and jerked, aching with a desperate need for more sensation. A low, primal moan escaped his lips, the sound raw and needful. Miguel's body arched off the bed, straining against the chains that bound him. His mind was consumed with the dark, sensual energy that seemed to permeate every molecule of the air.

Miguel's eyes, though blindfolded, felt like they were blazing with a fierce, almost animalistic desire. His heart pounded in his chest, his pulse throbbing in time with the whip's movements. He was utterly at her mercy, his body a canvas for her darkest whims and desires. He wanted to plead with her, to beg her to stop and start again, to never end this intense, overwhelming experience. But the words were trapped behind his teeth, his tongue frozen in place as he lay there, trembling and wanting.

Her words dripped with seductive menace, a promise of pleasure and pain that left him breathless and aching. “Let me take care of you,” she purred, her tone dripping with a dark, insidious allure that made his skin prickle and his heart race. Before he could respond, the leather whip cracked against his flesh, the sound echoing through the room in rhythmic succession. Each strike was a stinging caress, a deliberate assault on his senses that left him groaning and arching into the pain.

“You're leaking,” she observed. It was true, his cock had begun to seep with precum, a telltale sign of his growing arousal. Her chuckle was a low, mocking sound, filled with a wicked amusement that sent a flush of shame and desire coursing through his veins. “What a fucking whore,” she sneered, the words stoking the flames of his need even higher. He was hers to use, to dominate, to pleasure... and he would gladly surrender to every twisted whim.

The words “leaking” and “whore” should have repulsed Miguel, should have filled him with shame and anger. But instead, they only seemed to fuel the burning, aching need in his veins. He felt like a beast, a primal creature driven solely by his basest desires. The sound of the whip against his skin, the gasps and grunts that accompanied each stroke - it all blended together into a dark, sensual symphony that consumed his every thought. Miguel's cock throbbed and leaked, a visible sign of his complete surrender to the moment.

He couldn't think, couldn't form coherent thoughts beyond the need for more. More pain, more pleasure, more of this all-consuming experience. Miguel was lost, utterly and completely, in the twisted, beautiful dance that was this bondage and sensation. And yet, despite the overwhelming nature of it all, Miguel felt a sense of peace settle over him. He was exactly where he was meant to be, lying naked and bound on this bed, at the mercy of the woman who held his heart in her hands.

By the time she was finished with him, Miguel was a broken, sobbing mess, his blindfold soaked through with tears and his skin a map of red marks, welts, and bruises. But even in his pain and misery, he couldn't help but be awed by her handiwork. She stood over him, her gaze roving appreciatively over every mottled inch of his skin, drinking in the sight of him like a connoisseur savoring a fine wine. “You're so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice thick with a dark, twisted adoration that sent shivers down his spine.

She gazed at him like he was a masterpiece, every bruise and lash stroke was a testament to her skill and dominance. And in that moment, he felt himself fall even further under her spell, his submission complete as he surrendered to the dark pleasure-pain that consumed him. He felt exposed, vulnerable, every inch of his skin bearing the marks of her dominance.

And yet, as much as it pained him to admit it, Miguel had never felt more beautiful. He was raw, exposed, and utterly at her mercy. And though it terrified him, deep down, Miguel knew that he would surrender again and again, for the chance to feel this way.

With a wicked gleam in her eye, Y/N dropped the whip to the floor with a metallic clank, the sudden sound making Miguel flinch involuntarily, his body still hypersensitive to sudden noises. Fear coursed through his veins as he felt her presence drawing near, the air seeming to thicken with anticipation.

Slowly, she reached out and removed the blindfold, the sudden transition from darkness to light making him wince. When his vision cleared, he found himself staring up at her, her beautiful yet twisted face mere inches from his own. He blinked in the sudden brightness, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dimly lit room.

Miguel's lips parted on a silent gasp, his attempt at speech lost in the intensity of the moment. He lay there trembling, yet even in that broken state, he felt a sense of peace settle over him, a deep connection forming between him and his tormentor. The two of them simply stared into each other's eyes, a silence stretching between them that spoke volumes.

And as another tear rolled down his cheek, she leaned in and licked it from his skin, her warm breath ghosting over him and sending a shiver down his spine. Her tongue swiped across the corner of his mouth, a sensual gesture that left him aching for more. The intimate act stirred his body to life, his cock twitching with renewed desire even as his eyes, still red and puffy from crying, remained locked with hers.

Miguel felt completely and utterly hers, body and soul. He knew that he would do anything for her, endure any pain or pleasure, just to see that look of devotion in her eyes.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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I loved the last Drabble so much! Can you do one of reader getting scared whilst with someone else and wanting her mama and for a second everybody is assuming she was asking for her birth mom but she was asking for Wanda? Please??

Mama

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary: Reader gets scared whilst with someone else and wants her mama and everybody assumes she's asking for her birth mom

✒ Tags and Warnings: anxiety, flashbacks, lmk if I missed any

✒ Author's Note : I really appreciate the request! I was SO excited to write this one, what a cute Idea! Hope you enjoy. To the other requests in my inbox, I am sorry I am so slow but I will be getting to them, they're all so good :)

✒ Word Count : 2953

✒ Read Time: 15 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

Natasha was sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by a pile of toys that you had dumped out. You were crawling around, picking up different toys and examining them before discarding them just as quickly.

Examining the mess, Natasha picked up a stuffed bear and held it up to her face, pretending to growl at you. Your face lit up as you let out a squeal of delight. Natasha repeated the gesture a few more times, each time eliciting more giggles from you.

Eventually, she laid down on her back, still holding the bear up in the air. You walked over to her and climbed onto her chest, your little arms wrapping around Natasha's neck, she couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight.

"Are you trying to give me a bear hug?" Natasha asked, chuckling. You just giggled in response as you nodded your head against her chest, your tiny fingers playing with the strands of Natasha's red hair.

For a moment, Natasha forgot about all the darkness and danger that surrounded your lives. All she could see was the innocent joy and happiness on your face, and it warmed her heart more than anything else in the world. Once you were settled on her chest for the hug, you stayed put enjoying the comfort. Mindlessly playing with the redhead’s hair as you relaxed with her. 

Moments later, Wanda meandered in from the kitchen to see the two of you on the verge of sleep cuddled together on the floor. The sight was perfect, her two favorite people. It looked as if Nat was guarding you from the world, as long as you were in her arms, nothing could harm you and you’d be perfectly safe. Or maybe that’s not what it looked like to everyone, but it sure looked that way to Wanda. Maybe that’s because that’s the way that Natasha has always made her feel. When her brother died, she was there for her, no matter what she needed, sometimes before she even know she needed it, Nat provided. 

The day they found you on the mission, Natasha was there to provide support for Wanda, to make sure she knew that she’d be there to make sure no one ever hurts you again. As she watched the two of you, Wanda realized that Natasha was more than just her best friend. She felt a connection with her that she couldn't deny. It wasn't just the way Natasha made you laugh or held you when you cried, but the way she made Wanda feel when they were together.

Wanda had never felt this way before, she made her way over to pull a blanket off of the couch to lay over the two of you. She knew that she was falling in love with Natasha. She tried to push the feeling aside, telling herself that it was just a crush or infatuation, but she knew deep down that it was more than that.

You had only been with Wanda and the Avengers for a couple of months, but you were already starting to feel at home in the compound. You loved exploring the vast rooms and corridors, playing with the Avengers and their various gadgets, and spending time with Wanda, who had completely taken you under her wing. But there were still moments when things reminded you of your old life and made you scared of this new environment.

Wanda was more nervous about the night than she wished to be. Worrying about what she should wear that was appropriate but may also catch the other redhead’s eye. It was silly, they’d been friends for years and Natasha never noticed before, or was it because Wanda wasn’t trying to catch her attention, surely today would be no different. To her, Wanda was sure she would never be seen as more than a friend. She couldn’t help but think about what Nat would think of each outfit she picked out though. 

This evening was special because, for the first time since you resided at the compound, there would be guests joining for one of Tony’s gatherings. It was more tame than Tony’s parties are typically known for, it was mostly for a press announcement regarding a new watch that Stark Industries released. 

The StarkWatch, set to land on the market two weeks from today, would be equipped with state-of-the-art sensors and algorithms that can accurately measure your heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, and other key health metrics. It would also have a built-in GPS and a voice-controlled digital assistant that can help the user navigate, set reminders, and perform various tasks hands-free.

One of the most innovative features of the StarkWatch would be its holographic display, which would allow the user to access their smartphone apps and notifications in a fully immersive and interactive way. They could simply raise their wrist and see a floating 3D image of their screen, which they could manipulate with hand gestures and voice commands.

The ultimate gadget for the modern tech-savvy individual who wants to stay healthy, connected, and stylish at all times. Or at least, that’s what Tony was saying about it. The watch would be available in a range of colors and styles, and would come with a custom-designed charging dock that doubles as a stylish desk accessory. 

With the rise in smartwatches, the press was on the edge of their seat waiting to see what Stark Industries had cooked up for the market of consumer-based wearable tech. 

Every Avenger was in the audience for the announcement to show their support for Tony, even you. Wanda wasn’t planning on staying the entire time but it was important to her to at least make an appearance. Once Tony’s speech was over, the crowd shifted their attention to the tables that held food and drinks. 

While the guests were mingling and filling their plates with the finest catered food around, Tony made his way over to the crime-fighting group that you sat with. The congratulatory wishes poured from their mouths as they welcomed their friend off the stage. 

Throughout the speech, and even now, you sat comfortably on Wanda’s lap with your back to her so you could see everything that was happening. Wanda’s focus shifted from the stage to Natasha every so often as she stole glances at the redhead. You had been very well-behaved and hadn't made a sound throughout the whole event. Now that everyone else was getting out of their seat and your friend, Tony, was no longer on stage, you started to get a bit antsy in Wanda’s grasp. 

At first, you were just shifting your weight from one leg to another, but soon you were trying to wiggle your way out of her hold and off of her lap. She tried to explain to you that the appropriate thing to do right now is to keep still but you just wanted to get up and stretch your legs, and well, now that you think about it you want to go play. The event was quite boring, mostly made for grownups, and the only reason you were even there was to show support, you don’t even know what you’re supporting. Tony was up on a big stage though, I guess that’s kind of cool. 

“Are you thirsty, baby? Want me to go get you some juice?” Wanda asked into your ear as she leaned down toward you. 

“Yes, juice!” you nodded your head, “can we pway now?” you wondered as you met her eyes over your left shoulder. Your patience was wearing thin, and as much as you wanted to behave, you also wanted to go and play with your toys. You were hoping that getting up to get juice could be the perfect gateway to leave. It felt like you had been sitting in that room for hours. 

Tony caught wind of you wanting to skip out early and in an effort to keep your attention, he mentioned how you’re not going to want to miss the next act. You were instantly intrigued by his sentiment. He continued on, telling you how they’re going to demo the new features and there's going to be a whole show on stage.

The possibility of what could take place on stage left you in excited anticipation, going over different impossible scenarios in your mind. What if someone came walking in riding on a triceratops? Surely you wouldn’t want to miss that. 

Lost in your thoughts, Wanda picked you up from her lap as she stood and placed you down on the seat she was just occupying, “Can you stay here with the team while I go get you juice?” 

You nodded in response as Natasha offered to go with her. Wanda immediately tensed at the thought of being alone with her, what would they talk about? Would she make a fool of herself? Until she quickly remembered she’s her best friend and it’d be crazy to let a little crush ruin that, she had to act normal. After confirming with the team that they would be ok to watch you while she retrieved the juice, she and Nat walked off. 

“Are you thirsty too?” Wanda raised a brow to Natasha as they settled in the beverage line. 

“Thought you could use some company,” Nat answered. The past couple of days, it almost seems like Wanda has been avoiding her and she’s not sure what she did, or if she did anything for that matter. Most importantly, she wants to make sure her friend is okay because she’s just seemed off.

“Oh, thanks”

“Of course, is everything ok? -it just seems like you’ve been a bit off lately”

Wanda felt embarrassed that Natasha had noticed the shift, “how do you mean?”

“Well, I- I guess, I just haven’t seen you in a few days really. You’re not avoiding me, are you? Did I do something?” Natasha sputtered out. 

Truthfully, Wanda was avoiding Nat. Of course, she did nothing wrong, maybe even just too many things right, but surely she couldn’t admit that. “No- god no, of course not!” Wanda tried to reassure her, the last thing she wanted was to make Nat feel like she did something wrong, “I- I’ve just been busy, I’m okay though.”

“Promise?” Nat double-checked

“Promise,” Wanda reassured her

“You know you can tell me anything, Wands. I’m here for you,” the nickname made Wanda’s stomach flip. It’s not like she hasn’t heard it fall from her lips a million times before, but this was the first time after she’s begun to see Nat in a different light and it hit very differently. 

“I know, you always have been,” Wanda affirmed. 

“You look stunning today, by the way moy drug,” Nat commented. 

Muy Drug. The statement of friendship felt like a dagger to the heart for the Sokovian, “Thanks, you look good too tovarishch” she responded. 

During their wait in line for drinks, the demo had begun setting up. The two were 3rd in line when the lights began to dim and a dramatic soundtrack blared through the auditorium, “I’m sure Y/N’s on the edge of her seat right now,” Nat mentioned as Wanda let out a chuckle and a nod hoping to make it back soon enough to see your reaction. 

The sounds began to lead up to something as the two redheads approached the front of the line. Just as the server was handing Wanda your glass of orange juice, fireworks are set off at both sides of the stage. Immediately, Wanda knew you were going to go into a panic, she quickly gave the drink to Nat and she set off for you. Natasha knew exactly why Wanda was rushing to get back to you so quickly and still, the two of them were slowed down by the crowd of people. 

At the sound of the fireworks, you immediately covered your ears and closed your eyes as tears began to form in your eyes. The sounds sent you back to your time with Hydra, as you started to shake and rock back and forth, “MAMA!” You called out, hoping she would hear you and come running to comfort you.

The sound of you calling out for your mom broke Bucky’s heart as he tried to calm you the best he could. He knew your mom was never coming back but he didn’t know how to explain that to a 3-year-old. “Y/N, it’s ok, they’re just fireworks. It’s fake booms.” He tried to tell you. 

“Want mama,” you stated as you began to cry.

“I know, I’m sorry kid, your mama isn’t here,” he said as he reached out to hold you. Bucky begins bouncing you up and down in an attempt to soothe you when Wanda and Nat finally return with your juice.

“MAMA!” you yell as you reach your arms out toward Wanda.

Bucky was taken aback by your action, he assumed that when you were calling for your mama, you were wanting your birth mother. The entire team had a similar reaction in their heads. It was heart-warming to see that you thought of Wanda as your mother. As soon as she’s within arms reach, she takes you from Bucky, silently thanking him for taking care of you. 

You quickly nuzzled into Wanda’s neck as she rocked you back and forth, rubbing your back in sooting circles. You soon calmed down, feeling safe and sound in her arms. 

Natasha, standing there holding your juice was taking it all in. The way Wanda was so attentive and caring for you made her smile, and now to see you calling her your mama, Natasha was so happy for Wanda. She knew how much having a family meant to her, and she was so happy to see it happening before her very eyes. The love she held for you both was immeasurable. 

“Juicy,” You say reaching toward Natasha for the juice she held for you. It took Natasha a couple of seconds to register that she was meant to respond by handing you your juice, lost in the way Wanda was coddling and swaying you, “Yes, here you go, Y/N careful small sips,” she mentions as she raises it to your lips for you to drink. 

“Tank yew Natty,” you muttered with a smile on your face as you pulled pack from the straw to nuzzle back into Wanda’s neck. 

“I think we should go now, congratulations again Tony,” Wanda sincerely noted to her friend as she went to carry you out of the theatre. 

“Natty come too?” You said reaching one arm out toward Natasha. The action was too cute to turn down, not that she wanted to anyway.

“Of course” she said as she followed you and Wanda out. 

Once the 3 of you reached the common room, Nat suggested watching a movie to calm down from the chaos of the night, “Fwozen?” you wondered

Nat chuckled, having watched Frozen with you twice already this week, “Frozen it is!” 

Wanda internally winced at the decision, becoming tired of the same movie occupying the screen everytime she sat in front of it, but she didn’t say anything as she knew you had a rough night. 

Wanda sat on the couch with you snuggled up against her, wrapped in a warm blanket as they watched Frozen on the TV. Natasha was sitting on the other side of the couch, but Wanda couldn't help but notice how she kept inching closer, until their legs were touching.

As the movie played on, Natasha reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from Wanda's face. Wanda felt her heart race as she turned to look at Natasha. Their eyes met and Wanda felt a sudden jolt of electricity between them.

They both looked away, pretending to focus on the movie, but their minds were elsewhere. As the scene with Anna and Kristoff began to play out on screen, Natasha's hand found its way onto Wanda's thigh. Wanda felt her skin flush as Natasha's fingers began to rub soothing circles.

Wanda couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Natasha. As the scene played out with Anna and Kristoff sharing a kiss, Wanda couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She wanted nothing more than to be the one sharing a kiss with Natasha.

As the movie came to an end, Wanda got up to put you to bed. As she tucked you in, she couldn't help but feel distracted. She knew she had feelings for Natasha now, and she couldn't shake them. As she turned to walk back to the living room, she was met with the same emerald eyes that have been consuming her thoughts for the past week. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Nat offered

Without a word, Wanda walked past Natasha so that she could leave you alone to sleep, Nat took this as a queue to follow, “I’m fine Nat, I promise” Wanda insisted, wanting desperately to let this whole thing go. 

“Hmm” Nat hummed in response, knowing that there was something on her friend’s mind. Surely there was something on hers too, but she wasn’t sure if it was the right time to bring it up. 

“Hmm? What’s that supposed to mean?” Wanda countered, pressing on. 

“Means I don’t believe you,” Nat said as she walked out, leaving the redhead alone with her thoughts and her feelings. Thoughts swirling around her head of what Nat really knew. Was she being too obvious? Nat’s her best friend, of course, she can see something is off, but did she know that it was because of her?

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🍀 Hello angels! I‘m 30 and looking for those who are 18+.

I'd absolutely love to find someone who’s a fan of the game that’s called Oxenfree. I’m currently only interested in starting storylines based on the first game. I hope you are going to be fine playing as a canon character. I’d really love to try out Alexandra, who is better known as Alex and it would be amazing to find someone who can play as Jonas, Ren or maybe her brother Michael. It would be quite fun to explore her interactions with either of these characters. I have been wanting to do a storyline based on this particular game for a while now. I hope there’s someone out there who finds this interesting. But, if you prefer a different fandom. That's no problem! I'll happily share a few of my favourite ones in the post and we can discuss others if you'd like to know.

I have more than ten years of roleplaying experience. It truly is the best thing to do in this world. I’m semi-literate and advanced literate. It would make my heart super happy to find people who can do at least two to three detailed paragraphs. But, please don’t feel pressured in any way to match my length. I don’t like one liners because it gets boring very quickly. I’ll be more than happy with one paragraph if that’s all you can do.

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Guardians Of The Galaxy

Detroit Become Human

The Last Of Us

Resident Evil 4

The Walking Dead (Video Game/TV Show)

The Wolf Among Us

Life Is Strange

Star Wars Jedi Fallen

Until Dawn

House Of Ashes

Sonic 1 & 2

Anne With An E

Doctor Who

Harry Potter

Twilight

The Vampire Diaries

Titanic

Pirates Of The Caribbean

Please like this or feel free to message me if you’re interested!! I'm sending a burst of positivity your way in the meantime!!! 💖

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[rxosies]

✒ Tattoos

𖦹 genre : romance, fluff, idol!Jisung

𖦹 pairing : Han jisung x fem reader

𖦹 warnings : swearing (not a lot though)

𖦹 summary : You're just a girl who does & has tattoos living a care free life. Jisung is just an idol looking to get a secret tattoo, what happens when jisung becomes interested in the girl with tattoos. They say curiosity killed the cat but what if it didn't?

𖦹 a/n : I'm finally writing for my skz bias! I tried to put some of jisung's characteristics but at the same time wanted this to make sense so here we go.

You didn't expect to come in today as you had made plans previously that got cancelled due to an inconvenience. Nonetheless you came into work even though you could've stayed home! You love your job you really do though it might seem like a worthless job to some people being a tattoo artist is everything to you.

Setting up your station like you usually do so that when somebody comes in you're ready to get to work. Taking out the different color inks getting the tattoo bed ready you see what's on the agenda today, any scheduled tattoos and so on.

Most people that come into the shop are just looking for something new to get tattooed on themselves. Though some people really think about what they're gonna get and how they want it to look. You've done some really heartfelt tattoos over time and you must say they were gorgeous and you'd do them 100 times over.

Of course you have tattoos yourself, you wouldn't be a tattoo artist without them! Though your tattoos make people think you're unapproachable and mean, you really aren't you're a sweetheart. You have about 18 tattoos some without meaning some with, let's just say you've explored your options.

You love to tattoo women!! The women always have the best tattoo ideas and they take pain like a champ it always impresses you how the women barely flinch at the feeling. You, yourself know the pain of getting tattoos and mannn does it hurt! Though your smiling and blank face when getting them never shows that.

You like to think how many tattoos will you end up with in the future. You want more but you also don't want to overdo it too much, nothing's wrong with having a body full of tattoos you just can't see yourself having that many. You love doing name tattoos! It's what you specialize in a name can bring such sincerity and love from just being a name.

Hearing the ring of the bell at the door means someone has walked into the tattoo shop where you sit in your chair waiting for the person to be appointed to you. iPad in hand so you can easily look up some ideas in case they don't have any and are ready to draw their ideas down if they do.

Hearing someone walk into your station, looking up your met with a dark haired man who looks to be about his twenties you get up to greet him. "Hi welcome to the shop what can I do for you today", you say with a smile on your face ready to do what you love doing the most. "I don't really have a clue what I want, do you think you would help me out?", the dark haired man asked sitting down on the tattoo bed.

You being who you are accepted to help the man "sure, but let's start with introductions! I'm (your name) hbu?" ,You say to the dark haired man wondering what his name could be, "I'm jisung nice to meet you", he says looking down at you sitting in your chair. Looking up at him swiping through your iPad for tattoo ideas you say "nice to meet you too jisung, so what wouldn't you want for a tattoo?", you ask so that you could narrow down what he might wanna get.

"um no animals, symbols or portraits of people",he says thinking if he might want to add anything else to that list. "Okay got it, are you looking to do something random or something with a meaning?", you ask writing down the things he doesn't want as a tattoo on your notes. "Something meaningful I don't want to get something that I'll regret", he says to you truthfully hoping he can come to a decision soon.

Looking at him you think of some suggestions to make, yea you've done lots of meaningful tattoos but you've never given a suggestion for them, your clients usually have them thought out. "think of something you love, something that means the world to you", you say hoping he thinks of something he loves so you can start sketching.

While he takes his time to think of something you get your setup ready for anyone who decides to get a tattoo asap meaning here and now. You also love doing little unnecessary tattoos like, hearts, smiley faces yk those type of things if they want them you'll do them plus tiny ones like those can be covered by another tattoo in the future no biggy.

"so have you thought of anything?", you ask jisung looking at your different colored ink. "yea actually, just don't treat me differently after I tell you", jisung says which makes you raise an eyebrow in confusion and interest. "Of course not, now tell me so I can get to sketching some ideas", you say looking up at him.

"I'm an idol yk Kpop group, and the 7 boys I'm in a group with are like everything to me their my brothers", jisung says looking at you stars in his eye as he talks about the 7 people he loves. "Okay so I'm going to ask for more details just so I can get more of a perspective of what to sketch", you say genuinely ready to hear what he has to say so you can sketch down some ideas.

"uh sure how much time do I have?", jisung asks looking at you. "You have till 11 at night that's when I get off", you say, you truthfully have all day so anything works for you. "Okay thanks, but don't you have other people you'd have to attend to?", jisung asks in interest wanting to know if he was taking up your time. "Technically I can attend to other people that come in today yes, but there are other people who work here to attend to them it's also Monday one of our less busy days", you say to him reassuring him he had as much time as he wants.

After telling jisung that he begins to tell you details about the 7 people or his brothers and how they impact his life and much more. You listen intently sketching as you do, some people may think you aren't listening to a thing he has to say but really you are it's called multitasking. If you weren't listening you wouldn't have heard him say "sometimes it feels like they were with me since the day I was born", but you did.

An hour later jisung has stopped talking and is now looking up at you seeming as he has a question. "question?", you ask still looking at your sketches, "how long have you been doing this if you don't mind me asking", jisung asks in curiosity.

"I've been doing tattoos since I was 19 I'm 23 now after this year it will be 5 years", you say genuinely thinking of how far you've come in the tattoo industry. "Wow that's amazing, you must love what you do", jisung says smiling at you. Of course you love what you do! You wouldn't be doing it if you didn't what's the fun in that. "Yea I really do", you say thinking about all the tattoos and stuff you've ever done.

"I find you really interesting", jisung says looking at you with much more curiosity now, "Really? Why is that?", you ask curious why an idol or anyone would be interested in you! a tattoo artist. "I just feel there's more to you than just a tattoo artist", he says looking you in the eye, no one has ever said that to at your job or outside of it to be honest you appreciate he thinks of you that way.

"well haven't you heard? curiosity killed the cat", you say in a joking tone laughing while looking at jisung.

"well I guess I'm the cat, but I'm looking to survive", he says laughing.

Part 2?

Do not copy or translate my work with ASKING me first/ all chapters are copyrighted @yxnjinsduality 2024 ©️

[hyakinthou-naos]

✒ Resources ✒

1. The Theoi Project (link)

- "A site exploring Greek mythology and the gods in classical literature and art. The aim of the project is to provide a comprehensive, free reference guide to the gods (theoi), spirits (daimones), fabulous creatures (theres) and heroes of ancient Greek mythology and religion."

2. Nova Roma (link)

- "An international organization dedicated to the study and restoration of ancient Roman culture."

3. Elaion (link)

- "A religious organization committed to re-establishing the ancient Hellenic religion to its rightful place in society."

4. Hellenion (link)

- "Hellenion is an US-based religious organization (“church”) dedicated to the revival and practice of Hellenic polytheism."

! NOTE ! The Temple of Hyacinthus does not endorse Nova Roma, Elaion, or Hellenion as an organizations and does not condone any action taken by its members. We include these sources purely as a location for academic knowledge.

5. Hellenic Polythesim Glossary from HellenicGods.com (link)

- "This illustrated glossary, being a dictionary or brief encyclopedia, is intended to be a reference for those who worship the Hellenic Gods"

6. Basic Hellenic Supplies by breathing-in-gilded-dust.tumblr.com (link)

7. Household Gods by hearthfirehandworks.tumblr.com (link)

8. How to Pray, Praise, and Worship the Theoi by breathing-in-gilded-dust.tumblr.com (link)

9. Ancient Hellenic Offering Ritual by breathing-in-gilded-dust.tumblr.com (link)

10. Hellenic Nekromanteion (Invoking the Dead) Ritual by breathing-in-gilded-dust.tumblr.com (link)

11. Miasma vs Lyma & Ritual Purification by sisterofiris.tumblr.com (link) 

12. Hellenic Polytheism: Household Worship - By LABRYS (link)

Eirene, peace and farewell.

[poisedpen]

✒ Solo RPGs

About a month ago I went down a rabbit hole and came out the other side absolutely obsessed.

A singular post on r/fountainpens notified me to the existence of Solo Journaling RPGs- literally, tabletop experiences that you play by yourself. Some of these games have physical components, but many are played entirely with a pen and a piece of paper.

Needless to say, I was absolutely thrilled at the concept of being able to scratch that TTRPG itch without the social drain, impossible scheduling, AND with the bonus of using up my enormous stores of fountain pen inks. Since the middle of November I have tried three separate Solo RPGs, with one being a longer experience with a physical book with rules and tables...with the other two finished experiences being short, one-to-two page PDF's that can be played out in several hours.

✒ Experiences so far...

During my first attempt I tackled a larger-than-anticipated RPG called Apothecaria. In this game, you are sent a letter by a witch who wishes for you to take her place making potions in the town of High Rannock. You gather reagents, explore, make potions, and develop your reputation and relationships with characters in town. Very Stardew Valley inspired, but with a fun, witchy twist. There is also a cute animal version called Apawthecaria, as well as a few expansions for the main game, which I have yet to look at.

I was excited to start but otherwise clueless about the typical pacing and play of journaling RPGs, and soon found that I was writing way too much information!! My hand got tired, and I put it aside for the time being. I will have to revisit it soon, as it is DISGUSTINGLY cute and fun, but for now I have focused my sights on smaller experiences.

During my second, I played a cute little experience called Last Tea Shop. The game has since released a "full" version with more mechanics, but I found the classic version to be exactly what I was looking for on a lazy saturday night. It took me about 4.5 hours to complete thanks to several distractions, but the playtime was probably closer to 3.

I found this to be a strangely emotional little experience, which probably should have been expected since you are playing as a shopkeep at the edge between life and death. I will admit to shedding a few tears by the end of my journey- but they were happy ones. I will be returning for the full version sometime after I have let the experience settle.

My most recent experience-- as of maybe 30 minutes ago, to be precise-- is a lesser-known RPG called Axe Wielding Priest. This was a wonderful switch up from the cozy games I have tried so far, and as a person who adores a good (but understandably controversial) "sanity" mechanic in a game, it scratched my itch for madness.

There are some warnings in the description for blood, self-harm (flagellation), violence, and paranoia, but I thoroughly enjoyed the 2 hours I spent exploring the mind and history of my character.

✒ Conclusion

I am absolutely obsessed. I'm always itching to come up with stories, but have burned many a role-playing partner by being flaky or losing interest. These offer a few overarching mechanics and rules and otherwise let your mind run free. That sense of loose structure is exactly what I need as someone who struggles with ADHD, but also enjoys coming up with solutions within a set boundary.

There are "old-school" solo RPGs out there, as well as others that aren't just acting as a tool for creative writing. I will be trying some of those out as well as the time comes, as well as the games that use physical maps and movement around a grid.

[explosionanon]

…nobodys here? thats odd…

maybe..maybe i can explore find out why?..

-💽🎞️

· – 🫀– ·

✒ The wax from the candle drips onto the small glass plate, making a quiet plop sound. Further into the room, you see scratch marks on the wall. Did something happen to her? ✒

✒ No, you were just over-thinking. Probably just practicing one of her weird throwing skills, that's it. Venturing further into the room, you find yourself staring at a rag on the ground, covered in the slickness of blood. ✒

✒ How odd.

· – 🫀– ·

[rooksgambits]

ROOKSGAMBITS; this is an INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, and PRIVATE SHADOW DRAGON ROOK roleplaying blog. written by bean (they/she). currently most up for DRAGON AGE and BALDUR'S GATE 3 rp. VEILGUARD SPOILERS PRESENT, but i will try to remember to tag them!!!

A STUDY IN: action girl; the anti-nihilist; beware the nice ones; chaotic good; dark is not evil; haunted heroine; jeanne d'archétype; pragmatic hero; soft is not weak; we help the helpless

✑ RULES » ABOUT » VERSES » HEADCANONS » MEMES

beta editor + xkit rewritten only! rules under cut, all else on carrd.

blogroll: @atomiqueen. @heartsdefine. @thanflowers. @thiefscant.

✒ REGULATIONS;

ONE.    MY NAME IS BEAN/BEE. they/she. nonbinary lesbian. i’m 32, neurodivergent, and a full-time grad student with two jobs (so that will take up a lot of my time & energy). I’M WHITE. in the event that i fuck up and/or swerve out of my lane, i invite my friends and followers of color (or fellow white folks who are wiser than me) to let me know. i can and will do better.

TWO.    SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. this means i’m particular about who i follow and i will only write with mutuals. NOT SPOILER FREE. NO GODMODDING, metagaming, etc. EXCLUSIVITY IS RARE but not unheard of so you can find my mains/exclusives list here

THREE.    I USE PRIMARILY THIRD PERSON PAST OR PRESENT TENSE, though i've been experimenting with second person more. when it comes to verb tense, i'll often check to see what my partner is most comfortable using and go with that. i can do one-liners or multipara threads, but longer things will likely take a bit more time.

FOUR.    I SHIP CHEMISTRY, and i do not force ships because i’m not a monster. i definitely enjoy a good romance, but platonic and queerplatonic dynamics, rivalries, etc. are just as interesting for me to explore!

FIVE.    IF I FOLLOW YOU, IT MEANS I LIKE WHAT YOU HAVE GOIN' ON AND WOULD LOVE TO INTERACT. it doesn't have to happen immediately, just down the line! i'll give most folks at least a week to follow back (thus indicating mutual interest in writing together at some point) before unfollowing. but if i really enjoy your blog/portrayal, i may stick around as a passive follower so long as i am welcome!

SIX.    I PREFER TO BE HARDBLOCKED IF YOU NO LONGER WISH FOR ME TO FOLLOW YOU for any reason. this is so i don't assume tumblr unfollowed you for me and refollow, inadvertently crossing your boundaries. if i suspect someone has softblocked me, i will likely hardblock them myself to avoid refollowing in the future. i am generally quite liberal with the block button, as i'm serious about curating my online space.

SEVEN.    PLEASE DO: BREAK YOUR REPLIES FOR ME UP INTO SMALLER PARAGRAPHS if we write together, as my adhd makes hugelong paragraphs difficult to read; ASK ME TO TAG YOUR TRIGGERS if i’ve neglected to do so (whether i’m following you back or not); LIKE MY STARTER CALLS, send me memes, turn my meme replies into threads (if we are mutuals); SHOWER ME IN PLOT IDEAS and ooc chatter; HAVE PATIENCE with me on all of the above; FEEL FREE TO UNFOLLOW ME at any time for any reason, as i will be reserving the right to do so myself

EIGHT.    PLEASE DO NOT: USE SUBSMALL TEXT or multiple spaces between words in our threads as i find both difficult to read; UNFOLLOW/REFOLLOW to get my attention (it won’t be the kind of attention you’re hoping for); EXPECT ANY KIND OF IMMEDIACY FROM ME IC OR OOC. i love making friends via roleplay, but i’m one smol nerd just trying to have a good time and i won’t stress myself out by trying to keep up with everything at once. just know it’s not personal, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i have the energy.

NINE.    I WILL GLADLY: TAG NSFW AND TRIGGERS appropriately and accommodate those who ask to the best of my abilities (most nsfw will be tagged #usfw with images also being tagged #nsft; triggers will be tagged #trigger tw and/or #trigger cw); WELCOME LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS; USE MY SHITPOST TAG (#blacklist for less soft nonsense.) on most of my inane ooc content so feel free to block it.

TEN.    I WILL TRY: TO REMEMBER IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO BE REBLOGGED FROM, but please note that I have ADHD and may forget. often and repeatedly. (a bit more info about this can be found here.) if being reblogged from on the reblogging website really bothers you, please feel free to block me as needed. relatedly, i don't really care if you reblog things from me that aren't in-character roleplay posts and/or headcanons. i do think it's polite to reblog a meme from the source if you don't send one in, especially if it's a headcanon meme, but i don't consider it a blockable offense.

ELEVEN.    I WILL NOT: FOLLOW BLOGS THAT DON’T HAVE ANY RULES OR GUIDELINES set up; exceptions to this are reserved for muns i already know aka those whose boundaries i’m already familiar with; FOLLOW MANY BLOGS THAT INCLUDE CHARACTERS from game of thrones and/or house of the dragon, as i’m just not comfortable having a lot of ASOIAF content on my dash; exceptions to this are typically reserved for people i already know and/or multimuse blogs that include other fandoms/muses i’m interested in

CREDITS.    icons / icons / icons / icons / icons

[atomiqueen]

this is an INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, and PRIVATE rp blog for LUCY MACLEAN of amazon prime's FALLOUT tv show. written by bean. mainly show & headcanon based, as i slowly familiarize myself with the lore. oc & dupe friendly! NOT SPOILER FREE.

A STUDY IN: being neutral good in a chaotic neutral world; a variety of tv tropes (the pollyanna, action girl, martial pacifist, the golden rule, took a level in badass, the conscience, break the cutie)

✑ CARRD » ABOUT » HEADCANONS » MEMES

beta editor + xkit rewritten only! rules under the cut; everything else on carrd.

wandering the wasteland with: @radiaking

blogroll: @heartsdefine. @rooksgambits. @thanflowers. @thiefscant.

✒ RULES & GUIDELINES;

GENERAL: SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. this means i’m particular about who i follow and i will only write with mutuals. my blog is semi-iconless (depending on the muse/if i feel like making icons or not). NOT SPOILER FREE. NO GODMODDING, metagaming, etc. EXCLUSIVITY IS RARE but not unheard of so you can find my mains/exclusives list here

WRITING: I USE PRIMARILY THIRD PERSON PAST OR PRESENT TENSE. i'm not entirely comfortable roleplaying in first or second person (yet). when it comes to verb tense, i'll often check to see what my partner is most comfortable using and go with that. i can do one-liners or multipara threads, but longer things will likely take a bit more time.

SHIPPING: I SHIP CHEMISTRY, and i do not force ships because i’m not a monster. i definitely enjoy a good romance, but platonic and queerplatonic dynamics, rivalries, etc. are just as interesting to explore!

FOLLOWING/UNFOLLOWING: IF I FOLLOW YOU, IT MEANS I LIKE WHAT YOU HAVE GOIN' ON AND WOULD LOVE TO INTERACT. it doesn't have to happen immediately, just down the line! i'll give most folks at least a week to follow back (thus indicating mutual interest in writing together at some point) before unfollowing. but if i really enjoy your blog/portrayal, i may stick around as a passive follower so long as i am welcome!

BLOCKING: I PREFER TO BE HARDBLOCKED IF YOU NO LONGER WISH FOR ME TO FOLLOW YOU for any reason. this is so i don't assume tumblr unfollowed you for me and refollow, inadvertently crossing your boundaries. if i suspect someone has softblocked me, i will likely hardblock them myself to avoid refollowing in the future. (i am generally quite liberal with the block button, as i'm serious about curating my online space.)

PLEASE DO: BREAK YOUR REPLIES FOR ME UP INTO SMALLER PARAGRAPHS if we write together, as my adhd makes hugelong paragraphs difficult to read; ASK ME TO TAG YOUR TRIGGERS if i’ve neglected to do so (whether i’m following you back or not); like my starter calls, SEND ME MEMES, turn my meme replies into threads (if we are mutuals); SHOWER ME IN PLOT IDEAS and ooc chatter; HAVE PATIENCE with me on all of the above; FEEL FREE TO UNFOLLOW ME at any time for any reason, as i will be reserving the right to do so myself 

PLEASE DO NOT: USE SUBSMALL TEXT or multiple spaces between words in our threads as i find both difficult to read; UNFOLLOW/REFOLLOW to get my attention (it won’t be the kind of attention you’re hoping for); EXPECT ANY KIND OF IMMEDIACY FROM ME IC OR OOC. i love making friends via roleplay, but i’m one smol nerd just trying to have a good time and i won’t stress myself out by trying to keep up with everything at once. just know it’s not personal, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i have the energy.

I WILL GLADLY: TAG NSFW AND TRIGGERS appropriately and accommodate those who ask to the best of my abilities; WELCOME LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS; USE MY SHITPOST TAG (#blacklist for less soft nonsense.) on most of my inane ooc content so feel free to block it, that’s why it’s there

I WILL TRY: TO REMEMBER IF YOU DON’T LIKE TO BE REBLOGGED FROM, but please note that I have ADHD and may forget. Often and repeatedly. (A bit more info about this can be found here.) If being reblogged from on the reblogging website really bothers you, please feel free to soft/block me as needed. Relatedly, I don’t really care if you reblog things from me that aren’t in-character roleplay posts and/or headcanons. I do think it’s polite to reblog a meme from the source if you don’t send one in, but I don’t personally consider it a blockable offense.

I WILL NOT: FOLLOW BLOGS THAT DON’T HAVE ANY RULES OR GUIDELINES set up; exceptions to this are reserved for muns i already know aka those whose boundaries i’m already familiar with; FOLLOW VERY MANY BLOGS THAT INCLUDE CHARACTERS from game of thrones and/or house of the dragon, as i’m just not comfortable having a lot of ASOIAF content on my dash; exceptions to this are typically reserved for people i already know and/or multimuse blogs that include other fandoms/muses i’m interested in 

MUNDANE: MY NAME IS BEAN/BEE. they/she. nonbinary lesbian. i’m 32, neurodivergent, and a full-time grad student with two jobs. I’M WHITE. in the event that i fuck up and/or swerve out of my lane, i invite my friends and followers of color (or fellow white folks who are wiser than me) to let me know. i can and will do better.

CREDITS: banner, promo, psd

[thiefscant]

all's well that ends...

#THIEFSCANT;; an independent, selective, and private roleplay blog for ANAIS EVERNIGHT, my tav aka the PLAYER CHARACTER from baldur's gate 3. my name is bean (32, they/she) and i will be your guide! pls don’t hesitate to approach with questions or plot ideas. i'm here for it all!

a study in: learning how to trust, moving from chaotic neutral to chaotic good, what's a god to a nonbeliever?, discovering life can be about more than just surviving but maybe there are some things worth dying for.

✑ CARRD » MEMES » HEADCANONS » PLAYLIST

beta editor + xkit rewritten only. rules under cut + everything else on carrd.

travels with: @bolyde. @crowshoots. @sacrificedmore. @stormlit.

currently playing: baldur's gate 3, act 3 (game unfinished) currently most interested in: canon/bg3 rp, dragon age rp, tolkien rp.

blogroll: @atomiqueen. @heartsdefine. @thiefscant.

                                      ...not as bad as it could have.

✒ RULES & GUIDELINES.

GENERAL: SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. this means i’m particular about who i follow and i will only write with mutuals. my blog is semi-iconless (depending on the muse/if i feel like making icons or not). NOT SPOILER FREE. NO GODMODDING, metagaming, etc. EXCLUSIVITY IS RARE but not unheard of so you can find my mains/exclusives list here 

WRITING: I USE PRIMARILY THIRD PERSON PAST OR PRESENT TENSE. i'm not entirely comfortable roleplaying in first or second person (yet). when it comes to verb tense, i'll often check to see what my partner is most comfortable using and go with that. i can do one-liners or multipara threads, but longer things will likely take a bit more time.

SHIPPING: I SHIP CHEMISTRY, and i do not force ships because i’m not a monster. i definitely enjoy a good romance, but platonic and queerplatonic dynamics, rivalries, etc. are just as interesting to explore! i am unlikely to ship romantically with more than two portrayals of a canon muse, so as to ensure things don't get stale for me or my partners.

FOLLOWING/UNFOLLOWING: IF I FOLLOW YOU, IT MEANS I LIKE WHAT YOU HAVE GOIN' ON AND WOULD LOVE TO INTERACT. it doesn't have to happen immediately, just down the line! i'll give most folks at least a week to follow back (thus indicating mutual interest in writing together at some point) before unfollowing. but if i really enjoy your blog/portrayal, i may stick around as a passive follower so long as i am welcome!

BLOCKING: I PREFER TO BE HARDBLOCKED IF YOU NO LONGER WISH FOR ME TO FOLLOW YOU for any reason. this is so i don't assume tumblr unfollowed you for me and refollow, inadvertently crossing your boundaries. if i suspect someone has softblocked me, i will likely hardblock them myself to avoid refollowing in the future. (i am generally quite liberal with the block button, as i'm serious about curating my online space.)

PRONOUNS: ANAIS USES THEY/SHE PRONOUNS INTERCHANGEABLY. you will likely see me alternating between them in my posts, headcanons, replies, etc. if there is ever a time when this is too confusing (ex: I am writing opposite a muse who uses strictly they/them pronouns, making the prose easier to follow if I use strictly she/her for Anais), I am happy to use one or the other. If you find it too confusing to use both in your replies, our preference leans towards they/them (but she/her is also acceptable esp if your muse uses they/them also).

PLEASE DO: BREAK YOUR REPLIES FOR ME UP INTO SMALLER PARAGRAPHS if we write together, as my adhd makes hugelong paragraphs difficult to read; ASK ME TO TAG YOUR TRIGGERS if i’ve neglected to do so (whether i’m following you back or not); like my starter calls, SEND ME MEMES, turn my meme replies into threads (if we are mutuals); SHOWER ME IN PLOT IDEAS and ooc chatter; HAVE PATIENCE with me on all of the above; FEEL FREE TO UNFOLLOW ME at any time for any reason, as i will be reserving the right to do so myself 

PLEASE DO NOT: USE SUBSMALL TEXT or multiple spaces between words in our threads as i find both difficult to read; UNFOLLOW/REFOLLOW to get my attention (it won’t be the kind of attention you’re hoping for); EXPECT ANY KIND OF IMMEDIACY FROM ME IC OR OOC. i love making friends via roleplay, but i’m one smol nerd just trying to have a good time and i won’t stress myself out by trying to keep up with everything at once. just know it’s not personal, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i have the energy.

I WILL GLADLY: TAG NSFW AND TRIGGERS appropriately and accommodate those who ask to the best of my abilities; WELCOME LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS; USE MY SHITPOST TAG (#blacklist for less soft nonsense.) on most of my inane ooc content so feel free to block it, that’s why it’s there

I WILL TRY: TO REMEMBER IF YOU DON’T LIKE TO BE REBLOGGED FROM, but please note that I have ADHD and may forget. Often and repeatedly. (A bit more info about this can be found here.) If being reblogged from on the reblogging website really bothers you, please feel free to soft/block me as needed. Relatedly, I don’t really care if you reblog things from me that aren’t in-character roleplay posts and/or headcanons. I do think it’s polite to reblog a meme from the source if you don’t send one in, but I don’t personally consider it a blockable offense.

MUNDANE: MY NAME IS BEAN/BEE. they/she. nonbinary lesbian. i’m 32, neurodivergent, and a full-time grad student with two jobs. I’M WHITE. in the event that i fuck up and/or swerve out of my lane, i invite my friends and followers of color (or fellow white folks who are wiser than me) to let me know. i can and will do better.

[dxilymxsings]

from right to left ✒︎ p.ambrosio

it was no surprise to anyone that graduating had hit piper hard. the girl was all about her comfort zone, and suddenly having to put herself out there all over again had her completely and utterly terrified.

her final years at lrsoa were spent focusing on finishing her internships, networking – more than she could handle – and making the most of her time as a free student. it wasn’t going to last forever. this meant enjoying the time she got with her friends; she’ll never forget the trips she took with aphrodite or the late-night midnight snacking she’d lured matthew into or the comforting cuddles after a long day that she shared with logan.

it wasn’t a complete week at lrsoa without lola and piper getting into trouble of some kind, and she couldn’t shake that she missed people who were long gone – deep into adult life by now. people like dominic, who though she was still in contact with, not having him on capus felt foreign and as though something was constantly missing. honestly speaking there wouldn’t come a day when she would let her precious out of her life but as she watched her friends move on with their lives, seeing kai gett married all those years ago cemented the fact that they were all moving on with their lives. and their lives wouldn’t always be connected.

reflecting on her time, she knew it hadn’t all been fun and games. she’d lost a close friend in jess due to some simple misunderstandings not that she would undo them – they had brought a very special person into her life. she was heartbroken by an old childhood flame in elam or an unrequited friend-with-benefits situation with bruce. but even still these events were simple timestamps of the things she had grown through and life lessons she had been taught by life through the pain.

piper looked back on her experiences at the university with such reverence. after all, it has shaped her into who she is right now. she still has a long way to go as she navigates through her future. now in her late twenties, it was time to establish herself as more than just a well-respected intern at firms she’s been trying to get her foot in the door of. through all the friendships and the laughs and tears and pain she had to go through to become who she wanted to be. this was only just the beginning of it all.

in the final years leading to her graduation, she had started an online journal (let’s be honest with ourselves, it was just a blog, but piper thought calling it a journal would bring the personal touch she was looking for when starting it). she shared anecdotes about her internships, her life and explorations. a little about the woes and trials of having a relationship as a twenty-something-year-old: something piper was still trying to wrap her head around; she wasn’t quite good with that yet.

a certain greek tragedy reminded her of that.

one man she hadn’t forgotten even though a small part of her wishes she had was art – her art. if you had told the woman that she’d still have a space for him in her heart after walking away, she wouldn’t believe you. their relationship had turned rather tumultuous towards her final year. she felt he was constantly pulling away from her, and she couldn’t connect with him the seamless way she once did. he slowly pulled her heart out of her chest, thread by thread and acted as though he didn’t realise what he was doing or simply did not care. she wasn’t even quite sure why she cared; he had made it abundantly clear when they first met that all their relationship would get to was friendly flirtation – nothing more. and it never was anything more, apart from the odd kiss here and there but even they could be chalked up to dares and the head of the moment.

to make matters worse, she had become beloved by a certain member of his family. the writer spent much time with diane layland and eventually spent many holidays with their mother – the two got along cordially enough. it certainly didn’t help that his memory was tainted all over her online journal. he was responsible for most of the images she had plastered over the site. at the time they were first posted, she was incredibly proud of them. in fact, she was still very proud of him and his art – she’d probably never stop being his biggest cheerleader. and yet they still, left a bitter taste in her mouth, similar to the one he would leave on those rare evenings when they were both swimming in the light-headedness of that night’s chosen vintage.

despite it all, the woman had mellowed out since university. a lot about lrsoa while it helped her become her own – being around everyone seemingly brought out the absolute worst in her (retrospectively, we can blame it on the gossip blog). considering she wasn’t receiving the help she needed, she rarely disclosed her feelings to her friends until they exploded out of her in a burst of dramatics at very inopportune times. it wasn’t healthy or fair to her fellow peers and she wasn’t proud of it.

piper knew leaving london wasn’t for her. she had grown to love the city despite the fact that the genral busyness of the capital overwhelmed her it had been home for near a decade. she didn’t know how to exist elsewhere. but moving off campus most definitely was for her. she had done so during her fourth year and had never looked back. she had taken graduation as the final tie to the school she needed to cut, so roaming the halls again was something she never thought she’d be doing.

the letter had arrived nearly two months ago, inviting her back to campus to speak to some current journalism and other literature students. piper had made a name for herself even before she left the school. still, being able to dedicate all her time to her craft has shot her into circles she could only ever dream of before. the opportunities that lie in wait of a response in her inbox were some journalists would dream their whole careers for. the invitation detailed that they wanted her to ‘impart wisdom’ and ‘advise the new generation’  about everything she does even though she probably roamed these very hallways with most of them. she wanted nothing to do with it, but her manager had noted the good publicity it would give the firm and her.

so here she was with the sound of her heels were hitting the stone flooring that she had not missed since leaving as she crossed the courtyard towards the literature building. her movements were being dictated purely through muscle memory. this was a familiar walk for her. the principal, who had been there to greet her when she arrived, spoke and pointed out certain new or completed features of the school that had been put in since she had left. it was surprising the amount of changes that had been made in the few years since she had thrown that mortar board into the air. the academic head’s words were flying straight over her head. her breathing was growing shallow, and her fingers were dancing over the many rings that donned her fingers. her inner voice was counting down from ten in a loop – trying to gain control of her anxieties, hoping she didn’t have a breakdown and turn, run, and hide in the gardens like she used to.

it scared her how a place she had once considered her safe space, home and most importantly, the one place she belonged for once, no longer felt comforting in any way. if anything, it was the most unsettling place she had been to in a while. her eyes constantly scanned her surroundings, noting the different events being broadcast on posters as they passed them. she could almost see the ghosts of her past in the hallways and the songs of chatter from her university days echoing before fading away.

the main journalism lecture theatre was empty when they arrived. to allow them the time needed to set up and set up the presentation. and to her manager it was just like a piper to ask for a few moments to prepare and calm herself. once the door had shut, she turned to face the screen where a brightly lit photo of her likeness was being projected. the words that lingered around her smiling face were full of pride and excitement. yet, piper could barely feel proud or excited about her achievements. she almost felt as if she should be sitting back in her self-appointed seat near enough to the exit to make a quick getaway, waiting to hear the words shared by journalists who had come before her whom she had admired and wanted to be like 

and yet, she had to shake herself out of her insecurities. she grabbed one of the chilled bottles of water on the desk – momentarily letting the chill seep into her fingers and cool her down before opening it quickly and quenching the thirst she wasn’t even aware she had built up. she gave her hands a shake in the air, almost as if to physically shake away the anxieties eating away at her. the brunette woman pulled her index cards from the tote bag she had placed on the chair at the front of the room just as distant but growing in volume chatter made itself known outside. a false but convincing, confident smile made its way on her lips as she turned towards the door just in time to watch it creak open and allow in the bright-eyed upcoming literature majors to make their way into the room and settle into their seats.

the wind had shifted the day she moved her tassel from right to left, but that didn’t mean her kind heart had changed. there was a spark she’d been missing for so long that she saw shining brightly in these young adults – maybe this was her opportunity to regain it.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, female!receiving, male! receiving, unprotected p in v, explicit language, slapping, heavy smut, not proofread, long story head, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

The car pulled up to the grand entrance and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by its grandeur. Miguel stepped out of the car, looking as handsome as ever in his formal attire. He walked around to open the door for her, who gracefully exited the vehicle. Hand in hand, they both made their way towards the large double doors leading into their new home.

He pushed open one of the doors, revealing an opulent foyer with marble floors and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He chuckled softly as he took in the glory of their new home. “It's going to be great once we move everything in.”

“This is crazy.”

“Well, you might be right.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “Come on, let me show you the rest of this place before it gets too dark outside.”

Miguel led the way upstairs, his long strides making it seem effortless. He unlocked a door and pushed it open, revealing a magnificent master bedroom. “This is where we'll be spending most of our time from now on.” Her mouth gaped in awe at the sight of what was inside. The walls were adorned with silk wallpaper in shades of deep gray and gold, creating an atmosphere of softness and sophistication. A king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, its minimalistic carvings adding to its modern appearance.

“This is our bedroom?” She asked, still unable to grasp how grand the whole room was. He smirked, stepping closer to her. “Want me to show you more?” His voice was low and seductive as he trailed a finger down her arm. “There's plenty more to see here.”

“What are you doing?” She turned around to face him and mimicked his voice. “Just taking my wife on a private tour of our new home.” His eyes drifted down to her lips before meeting hers. “This place may be big, but we can make it feel small if you let me in.”

She stared at him for a good second before bursting into laughter. “That was smooth.” A grin made its way to his lips as he pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers. “I try." He whispered in her ear, grazing his lips slightly on the side of her face. “So? What do you say, mi vida?”

“You mean bless the house?” She quirked an eyebrow at his suggestion, amused. “I was thinking more along the lines of showing you how much I appreciate having such an amazing wife to share this place with,” his hands moved up her sides, gently massaging her curves through her shirt. “But if that's what you want... I can compromise.”

She let out a giggle and claimed his lips. Her hands fell on his shirt, clutching onto it as he deepened the kiss. His tongue danced with hers as he continued to explore her body through her clothes. “You'll love every second of it.” His rough hands traveled down her chest and teased her nipple through her shirt before pulling away to trail kisses down her neck. He reached around to unzip her dress, the fabric falling effortlessly on the floor and left her naked.

His eyes darkened as he took in her naked form, his gaze fixed on her exposed cunt making his cock twitch in response. “Get on the bed. Now.” She laid down on the soft bed and spread her legs wide. She placed her hand on her sex and started playing with herself all while staring into his lust-filled eyes. “Did you miss this, Miggy?” She slid her two fingers across her folds to show him her hole. “Did you miss this pussy?”

His eyes locked onto her fingers as she played with herself, his mouth going dry. “Fucking tease.” He knelt between her legs and pulled her fingers away from her pussy before replacing them with his own. She fisted his hair when he latched his mouth onto her cunt, sucking hard on her wet nub while his fingers went in and out of her hole. “Oh my— fuck!”

His fingers curled inside her, seeking out and finding her g-spot. As he worked his magic on it with one hand, the other continued to pleasure her through her folds. “That's right. Moan for me, Y/N.” He hummed against her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. “So beautiful.” His tongue darted out to tease her clit before diving back into her pussy as he began lapping up her juices greedily.

Her body shivered in pleasure as he lapped his tongue against her slick folds, giving her a taste of heaven. A wave of pleasure washed over her body and she ended up cumming in his mouth without warning. His tongue pushed deep inside her, drinking in every drop of her essence as she came apart under his touch. “So fucking beautiful.” He leaned up to capture her lips in a deep, possessive kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.

She palmed the hard bulge in his pants while he tongued her down. “I wanna taste you.” His breath hitched at her words, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He pulled away from their kiss and helped her up into a sitting position before standing up himself. With one quick move, he rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, revealing his massive erection.

She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of his musky scent. His thick cock stood tall and proud in front of her, beckoning for her attention. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to its tip. Her tongue darted out eagerly as she began licking up every drop of his pre-cum that had pooled at the head of his cock. She took him deep into her mouth, sucking on him like a candy and eliciting a groan from his throat. Her hands reached around to caress his firm ass cheeks, encouraging him to push deeper into her waiting mouth.

With each passing moment, their passion only grew stronger. The once magnificent master bedroom now felt small and claustrophobic compared to the heat between them. As she took more of her husband's length into her mouth, she felt his girth press against the back of her throat. It threatened to choke her, but she powered through and swallowed him whole. His cock disappeared down her throat, hitting the base as she gagged lightly around it.

She looked up at him with hungry eyes that betrayed how much she craved this intimate connection between them. The slightest hint of pain only served to heighten her arousal as she felt every inch of his massive shaft slide past her tonsils and deep into her throat. Her throaty groans of pleasure echoed in the room as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Miguel's knees nearly buckled from the sensation. “Yes... right there baby.” He grabbed onto the wall behind him for support, his hips jerking forward with each deep thrust of her talented mouth.

Miguel's eyes rolled back into his head, losing himself in the sensation of her mouth sucking him dry. His hips bucked wildly as he unloaded everything he had inside of her. “Fuck! Y/N... you're killing me!” He pulled away abruptly, leaving her panting and wanting more. She sticks out her tongue to show him how well she did, his seed covered the entirety of her tongue's surface before swallowing it.

His eyes darkened at the sight of her show of submission, his hand finding its way to her throat. “I fucking love you.” He pulled her close and kissed her roughly tasting himself from her mouth. Y/N's heart raced as she assumed the position on all fours, presenting her wet and ready pussy to Miguel. She couldn't help but shudder when he licked his lips in anticipation, mirroring the same hunger that burned within her.

His first spank was hard enough to make her yelp out in surprise, followed by a gentle caress that only served to heighten the tension between them even further. Before she could catch her breath or gather her wits about her, another powerful slap resounded through the room – this one landing directly on her soaking wet cunt. The mixture of pain and pleasure that coursed through her body left her completely undone; she knew they were both going to break boundaries tonight.

His hand stung from the slap, but he didn't let it show. Instead, he took it as a sign that she was ready for him and positioned himself at her entrance. She braced herself for the inevitable pain that would come with such a large cock stretching out her tight cunt but then he began to push inside of her, and all thoughts flew from her mind as she succumbed completely to their primal urges. His thick shaft slowly disappeared into her depths, filling up every nook and cranny within her aching pussy. “Miguel— Oh my fuck!”

More of him slid home until finally, his hips met resistance against her ass cheeks. His mouth twitched at the sound of her voice breaking, but he didn't stop. He pushed deeper into her warmth with each thrust, grunting as she tightened around him. “Fuck... you feel so good,” he slapped her ass hard, and her eyes watered up at the sting. “So good, mi vida.”

Her screams of pleasure filled every corner of their enormous bedroom. He fisted her hair, bringing her back closer to his chest. Miguel growled into her hair, his cock pulsing inside of her as he came. His grip on her tightened as he buried himself as deep as possible. “Did so well for me, amor.” He pulled out and spilled the last drops onto her ass before collapsing next to her.

He gave a rough chuckle, tracing circles on her back. “Told you I can compromise.” His voice was raspy from their passionate encounter and his fingers continued their gentle caress as he stared up at the ceiling.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

[sokoviansimp]

hi! I absolutely love the package au series you have going on, it’s so cute and one on my favourites on here 🤫

if you’re taking requests maybe we could see reader running around the compound causing trouble and wanda (and/or nat) trying to stop them causing mischief??

ps hope you’re having a good day 🥹

In Your Corner

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : As reader becomes more comfortable, things become harder for Wanda.

✒ Tags and Warnings: tantrums, embarrassment, lmk if I missed any.

✒ Author's Note : I really appreciate the request, I am so sorry that this took so long, hope you enjoy

✒ Word Count : 2252

✒ Read Time: 11 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

Now that you were starting to get comfortable around the compound, you had the itch to explore every inch of it. It was natural for someone your age to seek out their environment and try to discover what the world holds around them. Most kids your age, however, are not surrounded by multi-million dollar science labs housing tech that could quite literally destroy the world. 

Until recently, you never felt the need to go out of your way and seek new things, it was stressful enough for you to just find solace in the fact that you were safe here now and no one had any sort of hidden agenda. You had grown accustomed to trusting no one during your time at Hydra; it was hard for you to believe that anyone would want you without something in return, but Wanda made you feel safe again. 

The more your worries melted away about this place, the more you became more curious about your surroundings, wanting to touch and feel anything you could get your hands on and know why and how anything and everything came to exist. Up to this point, you’ve had no boundaries throughout the compound. There was no need really, you mostly followed Wanda around like a lost puppy, attached to her hip, never venturing to somewhere she didn’t lead you to. 

This morning, however, Wanda left you in the common room to watch tv while she made you breakfast. This gave her a clear view of you when needed, but ultimately the freedom to whip up your meal quickly without interruption. You sat there facing the cartoons on the television, but your mind couldn’t help but wonder what lays down the hallway by the stairwell. You’ve seen plenty of people go in that direction, but you’ve never been down it yourself. No one had specifically told you that you weren’t allowed down the hallway, so why haven’t you explored it yet? What are you waiting for? Nothing, there’s no reason for you to be left in the dark about it at this point, so you get up from the couch in the living room and head down the mysterious hallway. 

The corridor had a few twists and turns; but not too long after venturing down, you came to an elevator plastered with a warning sign that read Authorized Personel Only underneath a red exclamation point encased in a triangle. This didn’t phase you much though because those are big words and you barely know how to read yet. Sure, you could sound it out, but even if you got that far, you wouldn’t know what it meant. To you, the exclamation point just screamed fun.

On the next floor up, there was a room with large blurred glass windows and a set of automatic doors. You walk right in with ease, wondering why the lights are so bright in there. The room is littered with every kind of tech you can imagine, you curiously examined all the different gadgets and machines that were strewn about. One of the items on the counter was a remote, it held a couple of buttons on it, but there was one large blue button housed by a glass door that had you intrigued. 

“Y/N, do you want me to put syrup on your waffles?” Wanda called out to you from the kitchen. She knew that you would ultimately want syrup on your waffles, but she made it a habit  to give you as many decisions as she could. This way, you can have her put the syrup on for you or you could do it yourself. Either way, it was a part of your life that you could control and after growing up in similar circumstances to you, she understood how important it is to feel in control of your own life. “Y/N?” She follows up after not hearing a response as she makes her way over to the couch. Once she's met with empty cushions staring back at her, she starts looking around in areas that you frequented. Like the bedroom, movie room, and bathroom; but when she comes up empty in each spot her nerves began to rise. It’s not like you to just walk off. 

Without thinking of what the button could be controlling, you lifted the glass housing and pushed both of your thumbs down onto the blue piece of illuminated plastic. Suddenly, the lab was filled with a bright red light, and one of the machines in front of you started to shake violently. F.R.I.D.A.Y. immediately alerted the compound that one of the machines was malfunctioning. Tony and Nat rushed in, trying to figure out what was happening. And then, out of the light emerged a giant robot, towering over them all.

Your eyes widened in awe as you saw the robot come to life. "Woah!" you exclaimed as you stood still in shock.

Tony was not amused. "Y/N, what did you do?" he began raising his voice.

You shrunk at the sound of his tone. You didn't know what to say. You had just been exploring and didn't mean to cause any trouble. You didn’t mean to make anyone upset with you, especially Tony. Men already scare you a bit, so an angry man was surely not something you sought out.

Wanda quickly came in and saw the commotion. She took one look at the robot and quickly realized what was going on. With a flick of her wrist, she used her powers to shut down the machine.

“Y/N, what are you doing in here?” she asked kneeling down to your level.

“I was esploring” you stated honestly. 

“You were?” Wanda was surprised, that’s not something you ever cared for before now and she wanted to tread lightly on the topic so that she didn’t completely kill your spark. 

You nodded in return, “Sweetie, there are some places in the compound that aren’t safe for little ones” 

“Der is?” your embarrassment began to build up, you didn’t know that you weren’t allowed here. 

“It’s ok, you didn’t know. There are plenty of places you can explore, I can show you,” she states as she reaches out for your hand, which you take. 

Throughout the day, Wanda took you all over the compound to show you places that you could go at anytime and other places that you can go with adult supervision. You were grateful that Wanda took the time to show you all over. Most of these places, you only needed to see once to be sated, but having never known what lay behind the doors may have driven you mad. 

The next couple of days, you began breaking out of your innocent shell. With the itch for exploring scratched, you were still feeling more comfortable around the compound. Wanda felt like everywhere she went she was cleaning up after you. You began to play more with your toys in different areas, leaving them around for her to pick up. Nat found marker scribbled along the walls this morning on her way to the kitchen. Luckily, she found it before Tony and was able to show you how to clean it before he caught sight of the damage. 

Wanda was grateful that Nat was there for you, not only to help teach you where the proper spots to use markers are, but also to teach you how to clean up your mess and take responsibility. This past week has been stressful for her, it almost seems like a flip just switched in your brain and you became a completely different person. Of course, there were parts of you that were still the same, but they seemed overshadowed by all of the mischief you’ve been causing. 

“Put your plate in the dishwasher and we can go upstairs for your bath” Wanda explained in a gentle tone. Your eyes widened at the mention of bathtime. As quickly as you could, you placed your plate into the dishwasher and darted into the common room to delve into your toys. Confused, Wanda turned her head to watch you blatantly disobey her. Maybe you didn't hear her, “Y/N? Time for a bath, come on” she waved.

“NO!” you yelled as you continued on with your legos. Surprised by your response, Wanda had to take a deep breath before continuing, “No?” she replied in a stern tone. 

“I don’t want to take a baf!” you cried out as you began smashing the legos you had in your hand down onto the floor. Unbeknownst to you, in your intense emotion, Wanda could feel the floor begin to rumble as the items that hung on the wall started shaking. 

Wanda's fingers illuminated as red seeped into the air, causing all of your building blocks to vanish until you were left sitting in the middle of an empty floor. The shock of everything around you disappearing caused you to still for a few moments.

“What’s going on, Y/N? You love bathtime.” Wanda stated as she came to squat down at your level, trying to prevent the situation from escalating. 

You looked back into her eyes, and instead of being mad at you, she was curious. Tears immediately began building in your eyes, and you broke under her soft gaze. Here you were causing trouble and acting out and she was nothing but gentle with you. Once your tears started to fall, she immediately wrapped you tightly in a hug, “Oh, come here detka” 

“I- I sorry” you choked out before uncontrollably sobbing. 

“It’s ok, let it out malyshka” she said and she gently rubbed circles into your back. 

During your crying fit, Wanda scooped you up and carried you upstairs to your shared room, all the while holding you tightly and whispering reassurances in your ear. 

She stood there swaying you back and forth in her arms. After a long and intense crying fit, your sobs had become quieter, and your body movements had become slower as you hesitantly began to calm down. Your cries eventually turned into sniffles as you tried to regulate your breathing, and the sadness in your expression shifted towards neutral as you relaxed into her neck. Your face was still wet with tears, but your breathing had begun to even out. As you tired yourself out, your body felt heavy in Wanda’s arms.

You took to sucking your thumb as a form of comfort, something to focus on, and as much as Wanda had been trying to nix that bad habit, she didn’t say anything in this moment, she just continued to sway her hips as you settled down in her arms. 

Your eyes would occasionally flutter open and closed, struggling to stay awake as your body relaxed. Every now and then, you would let out a deep sigh as if trying to expel all the leftover sadness and frustration from your body. Wanda gently rocked you back and forth, whispering soothing words and running her hand through your hair. 

Despite your exhaustion, you still had a hint of sadness in your expression and your breathing would occasionally hitch, indicating that you weren't fully over your emotional outburst. However, as you grew more tired, your tears dried up, and you became more and more at peace, finally dozing off in Wanda’s arms.

Wanda continued to hold you in her arms as she rocked you back and forth to ensure you would continue to doze off deeper. As she sat there mindlessly running her hand through your hair, she thought back to what could’ve been the cause of your outburst. It seemed like you were certainly coming out of your shell more lately but you never behaved like this. The past few days have been rough for her just trying to keep up with you. It seemed that you were extra hard to keep up with. 

It could be that, like her, you were just exhausted. You weren’t used to going through so much energy at once and your body just needed its rest and you didn’t know how to interpret that so you became irritable. 

Once Wanda feels confident that you’re sound asleep, she gently tries to lay you down in your bed and tuck you in. However, as she pulls away from you, your grip tightens as you whine for her. 

“Shh- sh,” she coos as she tries to comfort you enough to pull away. 

“Mama cuddewls-” you whined again as you tried to pull her closer, still on the edge of slumber.

The title took Wanda by surprise, her eyes immediately widened, “What did you say?” 

Not completely conscious, you didn’t answer. Instead, you tried to seek comfort from her. 

Giving in without hesitation, she climbed into your bed along with you to cuddle. Your body immediately molded to hers as you tried to get as close as possible for comfort. She held you with a goofy smile on her face, elated to know that you think of her as your mother. 

The feeling of you being her daughter came to her the moment she laid her eyes on you through the cell door, but she never wanted to push or pry to be that for you. She wanted you to keep the memories of your birth mother and instead of replacing her, she simply wanted to exist along with her. To be there for you no matter the circumstance, to teach you that good really does exist in the world, to simply be in your corner.

Taglist: @mymommawanda @livslifeonline @reggierizzoli @mythixmagic @lesbicentism @marvelogic @katethewriter @inluvwithfictionalwomen @spooky-reader1 @marvelogic ​

Lmk if you ever want to be removed or added &lt;3

[canonrpfinder]

hi !! 21+F writer looking for 18+ writing partners in the jujutsu kaisen fandom ! 💋

i’m looking for someone to play geto suguru against my gojo satoru.

i also wouldn’t be opposed to rping rare pairs like tojigo and sukugo. ( with me playing gojo satoru. )

i am okay with canon divergent plots and au’s, but i have a slight preference towards au’s as they give more room for character exploration. i love love love chatting ooc, sharing songs, fanart & memes. i rp on discord only! i use 1x1 discord servers. tupperbox friendly but not necessary. i usually write 3-4 paragraphs but can sometimes hit the discord limit (or more, depending on the muse). i’d like some nsfw and angst aspects to our rp!

please react & i will dm you! 🫶🏻

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